Winning A Genie Harem Chapter 13 Sultry Genies Naughty Competition
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The Genie And I - Chapter 2 free porn video
I think it came down to one vote for slutty schoolgirl, so here we are!
Chapter Two
The office faded away, and I was once again left in the inky black void,
staring into what looked like a distant star. I groaned.
The genie leaned over me.
"You look tired. Work can be very tiring, I guess."
"Please... either just let me wake up, or let me go," my voice was hoarse.
"Where would the fun be in that? I can keep you informed though: this
isn't a dream. I'm very, very real," he smiled.
I rubbed my eyes, trying my best not to poke them out with my nails,
before climbing to my feet, wobbling a tad on her heels.
"What do you want from me? What is all this to prove? Do you want me to
apologise to her?" I asked.
"No. I want you to understand things from her perspective. Now, be
quiet. It's time to talk about Linda's past. As we both know, Linda is
now twenty-seven years old. She's been working for you for three years.
Did you ever think to ask her about the other twenty-four?"
"Well... no? I haven't asked anyone I work with questions like that. Not
many people do!"
The genie tutted, shaking his head. He kept constant eye contact. His
eyes flicked down briefly to my chest, and then back up again. A slow,
toothy grin split his face again.
I looked down to see my shimmering purple blouse turn dull, and cotton,
before bleaching itself bright white. The sleeves extended down to my
wrists and two button cuffs bloomed and fastened themselves tightly. The
collar pulled itself closed, each button fastening one after the other,
until it was snug around my neck. Was he putting me back to normal?
Of course not.
The bustier I was still struggling to live in loosened just a little,
and shrank until it constricted my upper chest only. It had shrunk into
a normal bra! I could just about see it through the shifting blouse, and
then see it very easily after it bloomed bright pink.
Meanwhile, my skirt began to retreat to half way up my thigh and
suddenly pleated itself. The pinstripes melted into the black, and the
whole thing turned a mid grey. My tights turned just a shade darker, and
just a shade itchier.
"No... no..." I began panicking, grabbing at the blouse and skirt because I
knew now what was happening.
"Anything but this. I've done school! It was horrible! Please, don't do
this to me!"
I began trying to unfasten my blouse once again, but stopped as the top
button began to come undone because I remembered what the little bastard
had done to me last time. I looked at him again and he raised an
eyebrow. I gritted my teeth, pushed the button back in place, and moved
my hands away to assure him I wasn't going to make that same mistake
twice.
He held out a blazer emblazoned with a coat of arms on the breast pocket
marked 'St. Vengeance's School for Girls'. A black and red tie with a
matching crest burst from where my hands had been moments ago and
settled down, hanging over the top of my covered cleavage (with the very
obvious pink bleeding through the thin cotton) and out of sight.
"St. Vengeance? Really?" I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Put your blazer on, Linda. No schoolgirl is complete without it," he
laughed.
As I took the blazer, the laughter grew more, and more maniacal.
I gritted my teeth and was about to start screaming abuse when the world
turned completely upside-down, and I was thrown upwards towards the
light. As I rushed closer and closer, the blazer clambered onto me and
fastened itself closed underneath my cleavage. I sailed through the
light and...
A classroom. I was sat right at the back with some other kids. A quick
survey assured me that, yes, I was still wearing Linda's old school
uniform, and still, weirdly, her high heels. Did she really wear six
inch stiletto heels to school? And... was that a garter strap still? Was I
wearing... stockings? At least the control pants were gone, but as I
shifted in the wooden seat to try and get comfortable, I felt the oh-
too-familiar tug of her thong strap. This was all pretty outrageous for
a school uniform.
"You're about to learn that, before she met you, Linda was actually very
confident in herself. She dressed sexily, she loved the attention of
men, and no place in her life was that more the case than the last years
of her school days," the genie was sat with his feet on the teachers
desk..
The room around me was mid session, but frozen like a still from a
movie. The teacher was mid-gesture to a pupil over the other side of the
room with their hand up. She looked old, and firm. Some of the kids
around me were detestable: some had stupid dyed black hair and
pretentious badges proclaiming them to be loners and thinkers, others
were nerdy types who cowered at the front... it was exactly the same as
when I'd been to school. Only I was the confident one who both knew all
the answers and won all the fights.
The question now though was, what type of schoolgirl had Linda been?
"By now, I guess you've realised exactly what you have on under that
lot?"
I nodded slowly, glaring at the whiteboard.
"Just get this over with, please," I replied.
There was a whoosh all around me, and I was suddenly very, very cold. I
looked down and squealed, standing up and backing away from the desk,
staggering again on those mammoth stiletto heels. My uniform had
disappeared into thin air and I was looking down at the tight, nubile
body of my secretary aged seventeen, clad only in a pink satin lingerie
set. There was a fairly large heart shaped diamante belly piercing
dangling from my midriff, and matching diamantes lining the bra cups,
dangling off my suspenders, and adorning the front panel of the thong.
My - no, not my, her - stockings had deep, lace tops with a very ornate
pattern. Overall, I was wearing something I would have expected to see
in a porno.
"She wore this shit to school?" I exclaimed.
"Of course! She was always trying to impress the school's number one
football superstar, Colin. She dressed very, very dangerously, so he
wouldn't miss a thing."
He indicated a typically meatheaded young man sat at the front, his arm
slung over the back of his chair, and a vapid grin on his face.
There was a whoosh again, and the uniform materialised over my lingerie
once more.
"So why don't you sex yourself up before we see how things go?" the
genie smirked.
I couldn't quite process what he'd just said. Before I could ask him to
repeat himself, he spoke.
"You're dressed very conservatively for a racy young schoolgirl. Let's
see some sex appeal. Loosen your collar, unbutton yourself a bit, why
don't you? Some girls roll their skirts up so they're shorter: why not
flash him a stocking top?" he winked.
"No."
This would be where I'd put my foot down. Sadly, he didn't like it very
much. He stood up, stern faced, and walked right up to me.
"Do it, Linda. Dress down like a slut, now."
"N-no! I've been humiliated in my office, and even a bit here, but I
will not chase boys. She didn't say anything about this in her wish!" I
tried my best to look authoritative, but my voice cracked a tad at the
end.
"You honestly think you've been humiliated? You think you can stand up
to me and demand things, again? Oh, just you wait..." he laughed, and
then he vanished.
There was a weird jerk in the world, and I was sitting down again. The
classroom unfroze, and instantly burst to life. Pupils taking notes, the
teacher talking to the guy with his hand up, and Colin at the front,
ignoring me. My blazer was now slung over the back of my chair, too,
which meant I could see my hot pink bra in all its glory beneath the
thin cotton of my blouse.
As I sat there, listening to the drivel around me, I became very aware
of her uniform snagging ever so slightly on my bra cups with every
breath, or how tight the waistband of the skirt was, or the slight
breeze up between my stocking-clad legs that happened every now and
again. The thong strap was still tugging away as well, constantly
reminding me that I was sat in her underwear and I had no way whatsoever
to get any of it off. I tried tugging my skirt down to cover my knees,
but it simply wasn't long enough. All I ended up doing was brushing my
nylon-wrapped legs ever so slightly.
This went on for a good half hour. Me just sat there, not listening to
the teacher, while trying to ignore the uniform. Then, mercifully, there
was a knock at the door. The teacher stopped her response, and looked
over. She then left the room, and my stomach dropped. When I was in
school, chaos always erupted whenever the teacher left, for any reason.
I decided to keep my head down and not give the genie the satisfaction.
Colin the football player, though, had other ideas.
He strode right over, his eyes glazed. I focused as hard as I could on
my closed notebook, trying desperately not to be lured into anything.
He grabbed me. Hard. I was pushed back in my chair, and he stripped my
tie off me.
"N-no! No!" I squealed, as he picked me up under my arms!
Normally, I'm a fairly big man, but stuck in the body of a seventeen
year old girl, I was nothing to this guy. He carried me to the front of
the class and threw me on the teachers desk. I scrambled to try and get
away, but he grabbed my leg.
The rest of the class carried on as though nothing was happening.
First, he grabbed my blouse and tore it open down the front, buttons
flying everywhere, to expose my gleaming satin bra and heaving, pert
breasts again. Next, he grabbed me by the bra straps and picked me up.
Words cannot explain how it feels to struggle in what is effectively a
harness you can't undo.
"Let me go!" I screamed, but he paid no attention.
He flipped me over and reached into the back of my blouse, grabbing both
bra straps together in one hand, and fishing down the back of my tight
skirt with the other: he grabbed the t-bar of my thong and slung me down
by his side, like a landlord might carry a drunk in a cartoon.
Then he walked towards the door.
"No, no, no! No!" I screamed.
'My breasts' were in agony from being crushed by the bra, and the pain
from the thong cutting into me was indescribable. I kicked and struggled
as he walked down the corridor of the school, carrying me
unceremoniously towards a set of double doors.
He kicked them open and carried me out into a car park. There were
people everywhere, all looking, yet nobody tried to stop him. They all
had the same vacant expression he had.
I screamed and struggled, trapped in his grasp, as the breeze howled
through my garters and up my skirt, and across my breasts. A second set
of hands came from nowhere and grabbed my flailing arms, pinning them
together.
He stopped by a small, red saloon car and let go of my thong, letting my
knees hit the tarmac. I struggled to get away, but again, I was
basically wearing a harness around my upper body that simply would not
break. He unlocked the car, opened the boot, and dragged me towards it.
I was about to start yelling again when he suddenly unzipped my skirt,
whipped it off from round my legs, and stuffed as much as he possibly
could into my mouth. I squealed, now muffled, as my blouse was removed
next and wrapped tightly over my head to keep the skirt in. I then heard
the deep, guttural rip of duct tape as he wound it round and round my
head, securing it in place. My hands, still drawn behind me, were held
tightly as they were first taped into fists, and then taped together
behind me by the accomplice. I felt myself being pushed backwards,
helpless, into the boot, folded in, and then the boot lid was slammed
closed. I was now trapped in an area only slightly bigger than myself.
I began to panic. I couldn't plead with the genie because my mouth was
full, and now I couldn't see because my eyes were covered with the thin
white fabric of my secretary's school blouse. The stench of her flowery,
girly perfume knocked me dizzy as I struggled in the boot, but knew full
well I probably wasn't getting out any time soon. I kicked as much as I
could, but my kicks weren't even that hard because of the awkward angle
my feet were at strapped into these stilettos.
The engine started. Where the Hell was he taking me? What was the genie
doing?
What happens next?
1. The genie continues as planned: Colin takes you to his house and
forces you into some of his sister's sluttiest clothes in preparation
for a date where he expects his friends to see you together, something
that actually happened to Linda (corsets, leather, boots etc.)
2. The genie decides to try and break you: Things get surreal and the
genie takes the meaning of slutty schoolgirl to a whole new level (a bit
like the super bimbo in part one, only with more longevity?) (more
surreal outfits)
3. The genie carries on with his theme of humiliation: Colin takes you
to a department store where you're rigged up as a mannequin in the teen
girls department, and you learn of a way to potentially escape? (slutty
college girl clothes)
4. Your own idea: post it here in the reviews, or on
www.reddit.com/r/forcedfem where there'll be a thread for this story.
Reddit is better for me because I can actually discuss things, I guess.
I don't mind.
Also, please leave thoughts on where things are going? Anything that's
been missed?
Thanks x
Myra
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