Scythian Nights Ch 03
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Chapter 01: Recovery
Doris awoke. She could not remember the last time she had slept in her bed, and she had no recollection of going to it. She could smell the scent of her lilac shampoo, something she could not remember using but she remembered having it. She remembered seeing it last night, forcing her confused brain to focus. She saw it just as the pink fog shot toward her.
Doris sat bolt up right in bed, her eyes wide with fear. Her fingers flew to her body, finding it naked, her skin felt clammy and stretched over her bones. There was a warmth, too, something she hadn’t even perceived in months, but it was otherwise unchanged. She could feel her ribs under the skin of her too-skinny body, and she felt warmth in her limbs, she even managed to tickle herself slightly as her fingers slid over her flesh trying to find any trace of injury. After finding none, the need to flee diminished in her and she began to take stock of things around her.
The bed was, for the most part, made. She had obviously been sleeping in it, but the covers were tucked in, the quilt spread neatly over the top, and the pillows were in their cases. The floor was clean. The mountains of dirty clothes, books, and discarded items that had collected after the worst months of Doris’s deep depression were gone, stacked neatly in their niches or having been removed completely. The parquet floor had been cleaned, the Persian rugs covering the area next to the bed and at the foot of the bed had been cleaned.
In her peripheral vision, Doris caught an unfamiliar movement and it made her heart jump. Doris’s focus shot to the source of the movement, to the corner of the room and there it was again, the long curtains of the bay window moving in the breeze. Fresh air was flowing into her room for the first time in a long, long time. It was only then that Doris noticed something else, she was not crying. For the first time since she could remember, her cheeks were not stained with tears, her eyes weren’t sore. That in and of itself made the knot of panic twist in her stomach even harder, and her mind galloped trying to remember what to do in the absence of the tears.
Doris found herself wanting to get out of bed, but still afraid to do so. Her need to go use the bathroom began to overwhelm her fear, but she didn’t feel safe going in there again. Still, the feelings of dread were being beaten down by curiosity and by the desire to keep her room clean, at least for a while. Doris stood on legs that she found a surprising amount of strength in and gingerly lifted a black silk robe from its place beside her vanity. She tied the sash fast and snug, moving uneasily to the bathroom, her hand finding a well-used and once-loved softball bat on the way out the door.
Moving air hit Doris like a sack of hammers, making her do a double take as she saw curtains moving lightly in the morning breeze all through the living room and off-set study. Doris became panicked beyond speech at the thought of a stranger in her house, but her darting eyes didn’t see anything missing. She knew she didn’t open the windows or make her bed, and that cold prickly sensation radiated from her stomach to her spine, encasing her heart as it moved through her. Doris’s mind was screaming for her to shout ‘I’ve just called the cops, now get the fuck out of my house!’ but her voice was unable to muster anything but a hoarse squeak. She shot into the bathroom quickly, keeping her eyes alert and her knuckles white on the handle of the bat.
The bathroom door locked with a heavy click and Doris was on the stool before she looked down and saw the thing from last night. She had time to study it now, the dark wood, the bronze dials, the strange runes. Doris searched her memory but could only remember her Grandmother mentioning the puzzle box only once, before the still-present haze of panic and depression clouded Doris’s thoughts too much to remember what she had said. Doris knew the item was old though, centuries old, maybe even millennia. The wood had faint character marks in it, but the dials were polished to an almost mirror-like shine. It didn’t look centuries old, to Doris’s eyes, it looked like it was less than 50. Never-the-less, she couldn’t remember seeing anything else even closely resembling the small puzzle box.
Doris’s thoughts were interrupted by the fact that she was done going to the bathroom, and she couldn’t believe she’d been staring at the object the whole time, fixated with it. It felt like only a few seconds had passed, but part of her mind told her that it had been longer. She wiped herself and grabbed her bat, not bothering to flush the toilet. Her right hand loosened and tightened on the bat, the rubber grip giving her comfort and a feeling of strength. No matter what she saw, she’d go out swinging for the fences. Doris took a deep breath, steeling herself. Her hand flew to the door knob, unlocking it and opening it with a single rapid twist and her hand went immediately back to the bat, found the bat, and both hands choked up, ready to crush the intruder and would-be rapist.
For the first time, she regretted not taking better care of the house. The bathroom door squeaked slowly open, sounding more like something out of an old horror movie than her Grandmother’s home. Her attuned senses caught the sounds of what had to have been bare feet moving on the hardwood floors of the kitchen. She took a few steps and heard the heavy cast iron skillet set down on the stove, the burner knob must have turned as the sounds of the igniter sparked to light the natural gas.
Doris moved as quietly as she could through the dining room and into the kitchen, seeing just the back of someone moving. She caught a flash of a gray shirt, and it registered in her mind that who ever it was must have been almost her height. She took three steps, planted her feet and swung at what should have been the lower back of the burglar.
She stopped herself in mid swing. The burglar was cooking and the smell of bacon and eggs wafted into Doris.
‘Morning, sleepy head,’ she said sweetly with what sounded like an Italian accent. She turned and faced Doris, and the two were identical in height. Doris noticed that this girl was about her age, too, wearing some of Doris’s things. She had dazzling almond-shaped green eyes, and gorgeous red hair, tied in a loose bun. The shirt was rounded underneath by a decent body, and a pang of jealousy shot through Doris as her eyes traced the curves and she compared them to her own twiggy body. The sweat pants she wore belonged to Doris as well, and they flowed down into perfect little feet. Doris couldn’t help but note that she was olive skinned, which helped to explain the accent.
‘What? Who?’ stammered Doris. She felt her grip loosen on the softball bat, but she didn’t drop it, and it was still ready to be swung.
‘Maybe over breakfast,’ the redhead said with a smile. Doris found herself nodding and her feet moved over to the table in the nook of the kitchen. Fresh flowers had been brought in from the garden. The tulips reminded Doris that it had been months since she’d even seen the garden. The intruder worked quickly, making two eggs for Doris exactly the way she would have asked for them. ‘The bacon will take longer,’ the intruder said and she carried the plate of eggs over to Doris, who was astonishingly finding it difficult to even formulate a thought, let alone a sentence.
‘It is difficult to explain what happened,’ the redhead said, her accent strangely alluring. ‘I guess the easy way is to just say it straight out…’ she started but was interrupted by Doris.
‘Am I being kidnapped? What the hell kind of kidnapper makes someone breakfast after cleaning their house? Who the fuck are you?’
‘I am a Genie,’ she said plainly. Doris nearly speared her own cheek with her fork, the momentary shock making her miss her mouth completely.
‘Bullshit,’ Doris said with a confident, exasperated sigh. Something clicked, som
ething was making sense in a whole line of things that just didn’t fit together. Her house was clean, the windows were opened, but for months the house has been locked from the inside, and with some damn good locks. This ‘Genie’ got in some how, and aside from wearing a Southmoore Community College shirt and sweats, she certainly looked like she could have been what she claimed to be. Even under the loose t-shirt and the sweat pants, Doris could tell the intruder had a knock-out figure. There was that accent, too. Doris felt a tingle run through her brain, like a million tiny spiders crawling over the top and through it all at the same time.
‘I am not kidding.,’ the girl said, her face turning into a pout. ‘Last night you opened my vessel.’
‘I did what to your what?’ Doris said, the bite of egg sliding off her fork before it got to her mouth. She saw her hand shaking and she decided to put the fork down before she put her eye out. Her mind flashed to the bathroom last night, wanting to die, the giggling, the puzzle box, the pink smoke.
‘Bullshit,’ Doris said again, this time her voice sounding less convinced even to her own ears as dots started to connect in her mind. ‘If you’re a fucking Genie, then I get wishes, right? For setting you free?’
‘Well, yes!’ the intruder said happily. ‘But…’ she said, hesitating. Her perfect white teeth parted her pink lips as she started nibbling on her lower lip.
‘But what? Do I only get one or something?’
‘No, it’s not that. It’s a good thing, too, otherwise your wish would have been used last night,’ she responded.
‘What?’ Doris demanded, her fist slamming down on the table. ‘What the fuck did you do to me? You didn’t decide to use your ‘Magic’ or whatever to make my house clean, did you? You sure as hell didn’t use any to cook these eggs…’
‘I can only grant wishes of a…’ the Genie started and Doris felt the tickling tingle roll through her head again. The intruder’s face scrunched up for a second, looking like she was trying to find the right words. ‘Sexual nature,’ she said quickly.
‘Get. The. Fuck. Out.’ Doris said, her face instantly changing to a mask of fury and hatred. ‘I’ve had enough of this shit. I want you out of my house. Right the fuck now. I want you out, and I’m going to check and see if there’s anything missing. If there is, so help me fucking God, I’ll break your fucking knees.’ Doris’s vision narrowed to slits and she stared down the intruder.
‘Mistress,’ pleaded the assumed burglar.
‘And stop that shit right now.’
‘But,’ she stammered.
‘But nothing. You, out of my house.’
‘But I saved you. I saved your life. Now you don’t want me? You’re not going to imprison me again, are you?’ the intruder said meekly, her eyes welling up with tears. Doris shook her head at this news as if it would help it sink in faster.
‘You, helped me?’ Doris asked with her voice dripping in confusion.
‘You were sick. Had you not opened my vessel when you did, you may have died. I used my power even before I formed this body and healed your body and mind.’
‘But you said you only grant sexual wishes,’ Doris said, the anger in her face fading to a fearful loathing. ‘You didn’t, I mean, it wasn’t…you couldn’t have,’ she started mumbling.
‘Oh no, Mistress, nothing like that! I can also use protective magic to keep myself and you, my Mistress, from coming to harm. Had I not intervened last night you’d have been dead by now,’ the Genie said.
‘I still don’t believe you’re a fucking Genie,’ Doris said, considering picking up her fork again. This was getting too weird for her, and god damnit, if she was going to dream, she was at least going to dream of eating eggs. Genies. Shit, next she’ll see the Burger King walk up to her window and pass a breakfast sandwich through. Then the tingle hit her again. Not unpleasant, but definitely not soothing, either. She couldn’t help but associate it with being violated.
‘Well, Mistress, in point of fact, I am a fucking Genie. It’s why I was created. I was intended to live my life as a sex slave for a King, long ago.’
‘I’ve been there,’ Doris said, her vision going hazy as she fought back memories that resurfaced all to easily. ‘You should be glad you got stuck in that little box and you didn’t have to live that way, like a slave.’ She took a bite of eggs and closed her eyes hard, trying to force back memories of her youth, nightmarish visions of life before she moved in with her Grandmother.
‘Well, it’s what I was created for, it’s what I know.’
Doris shook her head again, this time to shake out the bad thoughts. ‘But you grant wishes?’
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘How many?’ Doris asked plainly. Her eyes opened and she stared into the eyes of her uninvited guest.
‘As many as you desire. Until the end of time,’ she responded with a smile. It was as if she had asked the ice cream man how many ice cream cones she could ever order. An ice cream man who loved his job more than any thing else.
‘Prove it,’ Doris said defiantly, putting her fork down on her now-empty plate.
‘What do you wish, my Mistress?’ Genie said, smiling and sitting back in her chair. ‘Though a word of caution, you must be careful what you wish for, and the words you choose when you make your wishes.’
‘What do you mean?’ Doris asked, a wish already forming in her mind.
‘I have been in my vessel for a very long time. I learned to speak your language by scanning your brain, like this,’ Genie said politely. Immediately Doris felt the tingle once more.
‘You’re reading my mind?’ Doris said, shrinking back in the horror at what Genie may have already found.
‘Begging Mistress’s pardon, it’s only surface thoughts, only to make sure I get the wish right. The scan I gave you last night when you freed me was to see what language you spoke and just to get a bearing on your health, nothing more, I promise,’ Genie said, demurely shrinking into her chair. Doris mulled the words over in her mind for a while and then nodded.
‘Genie, I wish for a bigger chest,’ Doris said after hesitating a few seconds. There was a growingly familiar tingle across Doris’s mind and Genie frowned.
‘I am not allowed to question my Mistress, but I feel the need to caution you, your mental state right now is too erratic for me to complete your wish safely. If I may be forgiven and ask Mistress a question to clarify her wish, how big would you like them?’ Genie asked, blushing. Doris sat back in her chair, the disbelief over this weird dream starting to settle back in. She sat straight up, her body language clearly conveying her disbelief and held her hands out in front of her robe, giving her a well-endowed but not ridiculously huge set for her frame. Genie nodded, smiled, Doris felt the tingle and closed her eyes involuntarily in anticipation.
Then nothing.
Doris’s eyes flew open. ‘Ha! I knew it! You can get the fuck out of my…’ she said, but she was cut off by the feeling of her silk robe contacting her palms. ‘Maybe I leaned forward,’ she thought, but her finger tips flexed and revealed that under the robe, her breasts were warm, firm, and her puffy nipples were very erect.
‘Oh my God,’ Doris said in a hoarse whisper. She couldn’t help but feel an electric tingle where the warmth of her fingers contacted the warmth of her engorged chest. Her eyes closed and her skin crawled as a delightful and all together unfamiliar tingle crawled up and down her spine. Doris’s lower lip sucked in softly between her teeth and she bit down gently, making her heart leap amid the sensations coursing through her body. She felt the increasingly familiar tingle through her mind as her eyes slowly fluttered open to half-lidded slits and she saw Genie staring at her, smiling like a smitten school girl.
‘Did you like?’ Genie asked, wiggling a little in her seat.
‘Wow,’ Doris said, the sensation fading from her body but not from he
r memory. She felt something deep within herself, something that she had never felt before in her entire life, and she liked it, she wanted more of it, but something in Doris’s mind made her stop.
‘I should apologize for the….little extra in that wish, I should not have done that, it nearly constitutes a violation of the laws,’ Genie said, her face turning to a half-frown from the girlish smile it was beaming mere seconds before.
‘Laws?’ Doris said, her senses coming back to her in full. She could feel the weight of her new breasts full inside her robe, the still-erect nipples rubbing sensuously on the silk, and she wanted to keep shifting her weight so the sliding contact kept eliciting the sensual electricity her body was generating.
‘There are certain things that I can and can’t do. As a Sex Genie, I am one of the most powerful Genie Servants, but the wishes have to be for things related to sex,’ Genie said with a sigh.
‘So I couldn’t wish for the dishes to be clean unless I turned it into some kind of weird fetish trip or something?’ Doris asked and her eyes involuntarily darted over to the spatula Genie had been using earlier. She felt the tingle as her eyes hit the gleaming, grease covered stainless steel. Genie giggled as the tingle passed.
‘That’s correct, Mistress,’ Genie said.
‘But anything that I can wish for that’s directly related to sex is fair game, huh?’ Doris asked politely. Genie nodded, the smile returning to her face. ‘What about something like wishing for a different hair style and color?’
‘Are you unhappy with your hair, Mistress?’ Genie asked, a tone of disappointment in her voice. ‘Things of that matter are easily done. After all, body image is important in sex, both for yourself and for those you’re trying to attract.’ Genie quickly replied after her first statement.
‘My freckles,’ Doris said with no hesitation whatsoever. ‘Get rid of them. As a matter of fact, I wish for you to get rid of all of my skin imperfections, except for these,’ Doris said, turning her wrists up so Genie could see the series of three-inch long, thin white scars on each wrist. ‘I need these to remember,’ Doris whispered to herself. Genie nodded and Doris felt the tingle in her mind.
‘Mistress, if I may suggest we find a mirror, you may want to watch this,’ Genie said, her eyes sparkling. Doris nodded, still in a state of disbelief, but she got up quickly and the two girls half-chased each other into Doris’s bedroom where an oval, full-length mirror awaited them. ‘Mistress, your robe?’
Doris untied the sash with a slow pull feeling the silk slide on her body it became loose and the robe spread open around her frame. Her eyes locked on Genie’s face, noticing that Genie’s eyes were drinking in her flesh as the robe slid slowly open. The look made Doris apprehensive, like a grazing sheep being stared at by a wolf as it’s foaming at the mouth. Genie didn’t need to use her powers to see the nervous movements of her Mistress that were bordering on paranoia.
‘Mistress,’ Genie said, her eyes closing quickly, the perfect green orbs locked on Doris’s own green eyes when she opened them. ‘I am not able to do anything to you that you do not want to happen, be it of a sexual nature or not. It is my duty to use any amount of power necessary to protect you when you are in eminent danger. I can never do anything intentionally to harm you mentally, either,’ she said, her voice very even and clear. It had a very soothing, almost melodic tone to it that Doris hadn’t noticed before, and she wondered almost out loud if that tone was there all the time or if it was just to help put her at ease. Which ever the case, Doris sighed deeply and pulled her robe open, her finger tips colliding softly with her new breasts, her mind still not used to them being there. The pads of her fingers raked across her erect nipples just after the silk cleared them, that delightful shiver running down to her toes and quick as lightening to her brain. It paused only long enough in her pussy to make every muscle twitch and every nerve fire and then moved on its way.
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