Chapter 7

Right from his birth the boy who would come to be known as Tutankhamun was given everything he desired. Which was unsurprising, given that he was the son of the Pharaoh Akhenaten. This ease at which he received anything he desired increased substantially upon becoming Pharaoh in his own right at age 9. But in the third year of his reign his potential for wish fulfilment took another trip upwards when in the sand one day he found a golden object decorated with rubies.

3 years later, the now 15-year-old boy king was very much enjoying his power, both political and magical. In his private chambers in his palace there was a large bathtub carved into the floor, filled with water that was impossibly pure, aside from various scented oils and the like which had been magically added for the benefit of the king. In the tub were four figures; Tutankhamun himself, and three girls his age. He was relaxed against the sides while one of the girls rode him reverse cowgirl, and the other two caressed and washed his tired body. He’d had a long day of Pharaohing, and this was the best way to unwind.

Tutankhamun groaned, and unleashed a full load into the girl. She moved off of him, and one of the others moved to take her place.

“No no, that’s enough for now,” said Tutankhamun, gesturing her off of him.

“As you command, oh Holy One,” she said. The three girls moved to sit with their almighty Pharaoh, caressing his body.

“What do you desire?” Asked the girl into whom he’d cum.

“I’m good like this,” he smiled.

“Your will be done,” said the 3rd girl.

It was often taught in their religion that the Pharaohs were the representatives, or perhaps even the embodiments of the Gods on Earth. Of course, aside from a few fanatics, this was mostly dismissed by the general populace as figurative at best. But not these girls. These girls had seen Tutankhamun’s power. They had seen him shoot fire from his hands. They had seen him command the weather. They had seen him grow to 20 feet tall. One girl who had doubted his power had been turned into a hippo in front of the entire harem. When she was changed back she’d been grovelling at the Pharoah’s feet.

Once a year, all girls who had reached puberty since last time were presented to Tutankhamun, and the ones who took his fancy were taken to live as part of his harem. While some objected to this, for many it was seen as a goal. It was well-known that the families of the girls were richly rewarded, while the girls got to live in luxury in the palace, so, on the day of selection, families would dress their daughters up to try and appeal to the Pharaoh. No-one knew what went on inside the Pharaoh’s harem, aside from sex. None of the girls were allowed to visit their families without permission, and one girl who was given such permission was banished from the kingdom along with her family after spilling the beans about Tutankhamun’s power.

That was what Tutankhamun liked about his harem. Whereas most people would have used a genie’s power to brainwash hordes of girls to fuck them, not one shred of mind control had been used on these girls. They were just faithful to their God.

“Master,” said Afericus, walking into the room. “You are required in the-”

“While I’m sure it’s very important whatever it is,” said Tutankhamun, interrupting his genie. “I need to reward these girls for their services to their God.”

“But Lord,” said one of the girls. “We need no reward. Just serving you is reward enough.”

“Are you questioning me?”

“No Lord, I just mean-”

“For questioning me, you shall not be rewarded.”

“I’m sorry Lord.”

Tutankhamun then turned to the other two girls.

“You will feel pleasure,” he said. “Pure pleasure. Every part of your bodies will be consumed by pleasure 100,000 times stronger than anything you’ve ever experienced. A million trillion orgasms every second for the next hour.” Tutankhamun then looked over at Afericus, who waved his hand. The two girls screamed out in pleasure, and backed up against the sides of the tub, writhing in ecstasy.

“You, meanwhile,” he continued, talking to the third girl. “Are to stay and watch them. Do not touch yourself, or attempt in any way to relieve yourself. Just watch and wish you had not dared to question me.”

“Yes my Lord,” she said. “I’m sorry, my Lord.”

Tutankhamun got out of the water, his oversized genitals dangling from his groin.

“Dress me,” he ordered, and his body was magically covered in a set of magnificent robes. The two of them left the girls to their pleasure. “So what is so urgent you felt the need to disturb my fun?”

“I humbly apologise, Master,” said Afericus. “But your royal sister bids you to see to an uprising in the east, and then she wishes to speak to you in private.”

“Is that it? Honestly, that girl needs to get her priorities right. Fucking peasant girls beats that any day. Although she’s never been the brightest girl I know. The poor girl can’t even make a baby properly.”

“Do you wish for me to inform her of your refusal to grant her requests?”

“Refusal? Oh no. I’m just going to go and see her and give a firm talking to. And then I’ll bang her, of course.”

“Very good, Master. Shall I remain with you throughout the proceedings?”

“No no, you’re dismissed for now. I’ll summon you if I need you.”

“As you wish, Master.”

Afericus saw the world be consumed by crimson-coloured smoke, and when it cleared, he was stood back in his lamp. He walked over to his big chair, and sat down, conjuring himself a drink. Being a genie was tiring work, and doubly so with an adolescent as a Master. They were far more demanding than adults, who tended to at least mix in some other activities in between all the fornication, whereas teenagers spent 95% of their time either fornicating or resting after fornication. The other 5% was spent thinking of new and exciting ways to fornicate.

Although to be fair it did mean that generally wishes were granted and then he wasn’t needed for several hours, unlike with children. He’d once served a 6-year-old boy, and he’d been firing off wishes every few minutes. “I wanna fly”, “I wanna breathe underwater”, “I wanna teleport”. There was no pleasing that child. At least Tutankhamun gave him time to himself.

Daniel woke up with some very strong morning wood. He could feel his rock-hard cock and balls rubbing against a very smooth and pleasant bottom. Meanwhile he could feel a set of soft boobs pressing into his back, and their owner’s arms wrapped around him.

“Dan! Dan!” Daniel could hear a knocking, and when he woke up a little bit more, he realised it was coming from his bedroom door.

“Daniel...” said the half-asleep Amélie in Daniel’s ear. “Go open the door...” Daniel wiggled out from between the girls, who moved to spoon one-another instead, and went to the door, not too fussed about his nudity. He opened the door, and saw Harry and Charlie standing there. Charlie wolf-whistled him.

“Nice battering ram you got there, Dan,” she said.

“What?” He asked, before realising he was naked with a full hard-on. “Oh...”

“Anyway Dan, Antonella said we should watch the news,” said Harry, he and Charlie walking right into the bedroom. Harry then noticed Amélie and Céline. “My my Dan, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I think you will find it is we who had Daniel inside of us,” said Céline. “In many parts of us.”

“Yeah yeah, anyway girls, we wanna talk to Daniel alone,” said Charlie.

“Charlie, don’t be rude,” Daniel said.

“Oh, so you are the Charlie who made Daniel orgasm so enthusiastically,” said Amélie.

“If you mean make him jizz nearly a pint every time, then yes, that was me,” said Charlie.

“And did you not wonder if perhaps his little body could not handle it?”

“Oh I’m sure you showed great consideration when you were riding him to within an inch of his life.”

“Girls, girls,” said Daniel. “Please don’t argue.”

“Hey don’t complain Dan,” said Harry. “Most guys would love three girls fighting over them.”

“Allons-y, Amélie,” said Céline. “Let her be a little bitch if she wants to.” The twins stood up, and kissed Daniel. “Don’t be a stranger.”

After the twins had left, the three teens sat down on the bed.

“So what’s this all about?” Asked Daniel.

“Antonella said the three of us should watch the news,” said Harry. “She said something big is going to happen.” Charlie turned the TV on, and switched to the BBC News Channel.

“It’s being reported that the United States Secretary General, Ban Ki-Moon, is being held hostage,” said the reporter. “Information is scarce, but we understand a group of terrorists is holding the Secretary General on the top floor of the United Nations Headquarters. The building has been evacuated, and no-one has been allowed near it. As far as we know, however, no demands have been made.”

The reporter looked over, and saw a car approaching.

“There appears to be a car approaching the building, being let through by the police,” he continued. “It’s not clear who is inside however.”

In the back of the car, Frank was sat with Asrah while a brainwashed driver took them to the entrance of the building. Asrah was holding on to a bag.

“Is the building still protected?” Frank asked.

“Yes Master,” Asrah replied. “The entire building has magical protection on it.”

“So we’re going in on foot then.”

“Assuming they let us in.”

“Oh they will. We were summoned here, remember?”

Frank and Asrah got out of the car, and saw the media in the distance trying to film them. They walked inside the building, and headed towards the lifts. They got inside, and pressed to go to the top floor, standing there in silence the whole time. The doors opened, and they walked to the room where they’d been told to meet. The walked in, and saw six people; Antonella, Mary, Adam, Christophe, Cressida, and Ban Ki-Moon, who was sat in a chair being held by invisible restraints.

“Mr Johnson,” said Antonella. “We meet at last.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” said Frank. “So you’re the leader of these little band of terrorists.”

“We’re not terrorists.”

“Oh I don’t know. You people enslave humanity and bend reality to your will. If you’re not terrorists, then you’re as bad as, if not worse than them.”

“Are you here to negotiate or just criticise us?” Asked Adam.

“Well I don’t see why I should negotiate when he’s the one who was stupid enough to allow himself to be captured.”

“You could have given him magical protection.”

“We wanted to, but he refused. Said he didn’t want that filth near him. So honestly, I see no reason why I should give a shit about that man.”

“Because we can do whatever we want to him.” Antonella then raised her hand, and began closing it into a fist. As she did, the Secretary General cried out as he felt his balls being squeezed by an invisible vice.

“You know all that’s doing is proving my point that you people are a bunch of troublemakers,” said Frank.

“Don’t you care what happens to him?” Asked Antonella. “We could create Hell and send him there forever.”

“Please Johnson, I know we’ve had our ups and downs, but please don’t let them do this to me!” Shouted Ban Ki-Moon. Frank just ignored him and looked at Cressida and Christophe.

“You know, I don’t have anything against you two,” he said to them. “If you wanted to leave your Masters, you’d be welcome.”

“You’re an evil man!” Shouted Cressida.

“Nonsense girl, I merely want to save humanity,” said Frank.

“Everyone, if we could please get back to business,” said Antonella. “You know why we called you here.”

“You want that boy’s lamp back.”

“Yes. And your genie over there.”

“If I give you them I’m condemning millions of people to their tyranny.”

“If you don’t you’re condemning this man to our tyranny,” said Antonella.

“One man for all of humanity. I’d consider it a good trade.”

Antonella increased the pain.

“Don’t you care about him!?” Antonella shouted.

“Not really,” replied Frank. “But I’m interested in how you’re doing that. Did your genie give you some powers?”

“That’s not what we’re discussing.”

“It’s just that minus the Secretary General over there, I count 5 of you. 2 humans, two genies, and you. What are you, exactly?”

“Are you going to give us what we want or not?”

Frank thought for a moment, and then smiled.

“Very well then. Asrah, if you please.” Asrah picked up the bag, and opened it, revealing Sarosa’s lamp. “One lamp, complete with all-powerful slave girl.”

“Cressida, test it,” said Adam.

“Yes Master.” The genie went over to the bag, and picked up the lamp, before immediately dropping it from the pain. “It is ... genuine ... Master.”

“I don’t know what hurts me more,” said Frank. “That you don’t trust me, or that you’d let that girl burn her hands just to test that mistrust.”

“I was happy to serve my Master,” said Cressida. Christophe then put on some gloves, and picked up Sarosa’s lamp.

“Now then, what about Asrah?” asked Antonella.

“Don’t push it,” said Frank.

“It may interest you to know that we have several hundred million people under our power,” said Antonella. “You will relinquish Asrah to us or these people will experience Hell.”

“And now it comes out. Torturing one man is bad enough, but you’re willing to make millions of people suffer to meet your ends. And you wonder why I want to eliminate your kind.”

“It’s your choice, Mr Johnson. We don’t want to hurt anyone, but we will if we have to.”

“Fine then. Take Asrah. Do treat her well.”

“Better than you ever would.”

Releasing Ban Ki-Moon as they walked, and Asrah holding her lamp with a pair of gloves, the 5 of them left and went to Antonella’s car, getting inside.

“Don’t be afraid, Asrah,” said Antonella. “We’ll treat you better than he did.”

“I am not afraid, Miss Antonella,” said Asrah. “But Master Frank treated me well. Better than one would expect.

Back at the house, Charlie, Daniel and Harry saw Antonella’s car arriving. They went downstairs to meet her, where a large crowd had gathered.

“Antonella, what is happening?” Asked Amélie.

“Who is that girl?” Asked another person in the crowd, pointing to Asrah.

“That’s not important, and please everyone, go back to what you were doing,” said Antonella, before looking at Harry. “I’ve got something for you.” Holding it with a pair of gloves, Antonella pulled out Sarosa’s lamp.

“Is that...” Harry said, and Antonella nodded. Harry took it from her, feeling its warmth in his hands, and he rubbed it. Clouds of dark-blue smoke began pouring out, which formed into Sarosa.

“Master!” She exclaimed, running to hug him. “What’s going on? Where are we?”

“Don’t worry Sarosa, I’m just glad I’ve got you back,” said Harry. “There’s a room in my mind. I wish for you to take us there.”

“Um, yes Master.”

Harry and Sarosa disappeared, leaving the others on their own.

“Alright everyone, I mean it,” said Antonella. “Nothing to see here.” The disappointed crowd dispersed, with only Charlie and Daniel remaining.

“Antonella, what happened?” Asked Daniel. “How did you get Sarosa back?”

“Both of you, we’ll explain everything later, but right now we have a lot to do,” said Antonella. “Please, just go off and enjoy yourselves for now.”