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How to use your Genie

... was clear that the fear in Emily's eyes was exactly what he wanted to see. The thrill of the hunt, the pleasure in domination; he was basking in it all.

"No need to be shy, darling," he continued, his voice barely more than a low, ominous growl. Emily flinched at his words, her lips parting slightly as she tried to whisper a response, yet nothing came out. Her eyes darted around the room, desperately seeking a way out, yet finding none.

Master closed the distance between them, his strong hands coming to rest on her trembling knees. His touch seemed to spark a reaction within Emily; she began to struggle, pushing against his chest in an attempt to create some distance. Yet, her actions were futile. Master was much stronger, and his grip held her in place.

The fear in Emily's eyes became even more apparent, but there was something else there too, something I hadn't noticed before. An underlying spark of defiance, a sense of rebellion. I couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. Perhaps Emily wasn't as helpless as she seemed. Perhaps she had the strength to endure what was to come, just as I had learned to do. But, for now, all I could do was watch, silently cheering her on as the night progressed.

Master's actions were swift and rough. Before Emily could react, he had picked her up as if she weighed nothing, tossing her onto her stomach. His strength was on full display as he effortlessly pulled her legs off the edge of the couch. All of a sudden, he was behind her, ...

... positioning himself to take her from behind.

It was hard to believe that Master would go this far, that he could be this… callous. And yet, as he aligned himself with her entrance, there was no denying it. I could see his large manhood, already hard, pressing against her.

Emily whimpered softly as she felt the pressure against her. I knew that sound all too well; it was the sound of someone about to be taken for the first time. The sound of someone on the brink of losing their innocence.

Despite the thick wave of dread that washed over me, I remained silent. I couldn’t do anything to stop him. All I could do was watch helplessly as Master prepared to take Emily. My gaze flickered towards Emily, her face was buried in the cushion, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the couch tightly.

Even in the midst of the horrifying spectacle unfolding before me, I couldn't help but notice a certain quality in Emily’s form. Her once small breasts, now enhanced to a size that seemed to defy gravity, bobbed slightly with each terrified breath she took. The sight of her struggling beneath Master was one I knew I would never forget.

As Master moved closer, positioning himself at her entrance, he cast a glance my way. There was a glint of dark pleasure in his eyes, a twisted satisfaction that made my stomach churn. I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. I couldn't bring myself to watch, to bear witness to the impending violation. But, as Master's slave, I had no choice ...