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How to use your Genie

... but to stand by and obey his commands. My heart ached for Emily, for the pain she was about to endure, the loss she was about to experience. But, for now, I could only pray for her strength and resilience.

As Master began to press himself against Emily's entrance, I could hear her whimpering become more intense. It was a dreadful symphony of sorts - the combination of her muffled cries and the soft rustling of the couch fabric.

"Relax, Emily," Master whispered, his voice filled with a chilling mixture of lust and anticipation. "The more you struggle, the worse it's going to be."

His words had an immediate effect. Emily's body stiffened, her fingers digging into the plush fabric of the couch. I watched as her body tensed, ready to resist the invasion that was about to occur. But there was no escaping Master's lustful intentions.

Just as I thought Master would thrust into her, he paused. His grip on Emily's hips tightened and he began to tease her entrance with his member, brushing against it without actually penetrating. It was a torturous anticipation that kept Emily on edge, her body trembling with both fear and anticipation.

Suddenly, without any warning, he thrust forward, pushing past her tight barrier. Emily’s gasp of pain was immediately muffled by the couch cushion, her body jerking in response to the sudden intrusion.

Master was unrelenting. He began to thrust slowly, inch by inch, allowing Emily to adjust to his girth. I could see his muscles ...

... straining with the effort of maintaining control. Each slow, deliberate thrust was a testament to his power and control.

Emily, on the other hand, was struggling to cope with the pain. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the couch, her body trembling beneath him. It was a sight that filled me with a mix of anger, pity, and guilt. I felt helpless, unable to do anything but watch as Master took what he wanted.

Master then glanced back at me, his gaze filled with a perverse satisfaction. He gave me a wink, a mocking salute to my inability to prevent what was happening.

Watching Emily suffer was a harsh reminder of my own experiences with Master. It felt as if I was reliving my own first time through her. The same pain, the same discomfort, the same overwhelming feeling of violation - it was all too familiar.

Despite the gnawing guilt and anger, I was powerless. All I could do was watch and hope that Emily could endure the ordeal. For now, all I could offer her was my silent support. I found myself praying for her strength, for her to find the resilience to survive this nightmare. But the question remained - would it be enough?

"Jeanie, make sure she's feeling more pleasure than she thought possible. I'm not that much of a monster," Master ordered, his words pulling me from my thoughts.

With a silent nod, I cast my gaze back to Emily, who was still trapped under Master's weight. I swallowed down the lump in my throat and took a deep breath. As much as I wanted ...