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How to use your Genie

... broadened as he felt the change, his hands kneading the new flesh appreciatively. I watched his fingers dig into Emily's now plump ass, my heart sinking. I had done this. I had changed her to please him, at the expense of her dignity.

I didn't like the feeling, the guilt and the powerlessness. But most of all, I didn't like the dark gleam in Master's eyes as he surveyed his new plaything, pleased with the changes he had ordered me to make. Emily was becoming just another toy for him, and I was the one being forced to mold her to his perverse desires.

Master's finger continued its intrusive journey across Emily's bare skin, heading towards her womanhood, a neat triangle of dark hair. "Remove the pubes," he ordered casually, not even looking at me.

I felt a flush of humiliation on Emily's behalf, but I did as I was told. With a swift wave of my hand, the hairs disappeared, leaving Emily's intimate area as bare as a newborn.

Master's eyes flickered with amusement as he saw the change, his fingers coming dangerously close to her entrance. Then, he turned to Emily, his voice suddenly soft, almost gentle. "Tell me, Emily," he murmured, looking into her eyes. "Have you ever been with a man?"

Emily jerked, looking up at Master with wide, terrified eyes. She stuttered, her lips moving soundlessly for a moment before she managed to speak. "N-n-no," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

A predatory grin split Master's face at her admission, making me ...

... clench my fists in impotent rage. "Well, aren't you in for a treat?" he chuckled, his eyes glinting darkly.

I watched Emily, her eyes brimming with fear and confusion. She was so young, so innocent, and here she was, trapped in a nightmare that was fast becoming reality. I could see the realization dawning in her eyes, the understanding of what was about to happen. And yet, she couldn't do anything about it. Just like me, she was trapped in Master's cruel game.

I felt my heart constrict in my chest, a sense of helplessness washing over me. I was a genie, supposedly one of the most powerful beings in existence, and yet I couldn't protect this innocent girl from the man who held my leash.

My eyes darted to Master, watching as he stood, his hands falling from Emily's body. He turned to me, his eyes burning with an unholy glee. "Jeanie," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Prepare Emily for me."

The order hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me winded. I looked at Emily, her wide-eyed terror mirroring my own feelings of despair. And yet, I knew I couldn't refuse Master's order. I was bound to him, forced to obey his every command.

I moved towards Emily, my mind racing as I tried to find a way to lessen the torment she was about to endure. As I neared her, I looked into her eyes, my own filled with apology. "I'm so sorry, Emily," I whispered, before laying my hands on her, ready to follow Master's orders.

Master's voice cut through the tense silence as I moved ...