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How to use your Genie

... between Emily's trembling thighs, her small gasp filling the room as my tongue made contact with her intimate area. "Jeanie," he called, his tone casual, as if he was asking me about the weather. "As she currently is, would she be able to take all of me, as I am, without permanent damage?"

I paused in my ministrations, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. Master was not a small man, and Emily... Emily was petite and untouched. The thought of what he wanted to do to her made my stomach churn with disgust.

"No," I replied, my voice barely audible. My answer seemed to please Master, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

"Well then," he said, his voice filled with cruel amusement. "I suppose we'll have to fix that, won't we?"

The blood drained from my face at his words. He was planning on using my powers to alter Emily's body, to make her more accommodating to him. I couldn't bear the thought, but I knew I had no choice.

My eyes fell on Emily, her face pale and frightened. Her eyes begged me silently, pleading for some form of mercy. With a heavy heart, I prepared myself to do as Master commanded, to prepare Emily's body for what was to come.

"I'm sorry, Emily," I whispered again, my voice choked with emotion. I raised my hand, focusing on her body, on the changes Master wanted me to make.

With a simple wave of my hand, I did as Master commanded. The reality of my actions sunk into me, filling me with a deep, gnawing guilt. Emily was not a toy, ...

... she was a living, breathing woman who deserved far better than this. But under Master's control, I was helpless to do anything but follow his orders.

And so, I watched in silent horror as Master advanced on Emily, his eyes filled with a predatory gleam. He was about to take her, to claim her innocence for his own. And all I could do was watch.

I watched as Master stood before Emily, his eyes piercing into hers. He was calm, his demeanor collected, despite the intense situation. Emily, on the other hand, looked like a frightened doe, caught in the headlights of an approaching car.

"Tell me, Emily," Master said, his voice deceptively gentle, "what's on your mind? Are you ready?"

Emily froze at the question, her wide eyes flicking between him and me. I saw her swallow, her throat bobbing as she searched for the words.

"I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. It was the most honest response she could give, yet it only seemed to amuse Master further.

He tilted his head, studying her with an inscrutable gaze. "That's alright, Emily," he responded, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "It's your first time. It's normal to be nervous."

He paused, his gaze never leaving hers. "But let me assure you," he continued, his voice lowering to a sultry whisper, "I will make sure you enjoy this. You just have to trust me."

A shiver ran down my spine at his words. The arrogance, the audacity of his claim was appalling. But then again, this was ...