The Djinn

The job seemed simple enough -- investigate the accuracy of the ancient text
she'd 'acquired' from a competitor. A text which indicated a hidden entrance to
a pharaoh's tomb where the king's treasure was safely hidden from tomb robbers.

Finding the site was easy; getting in even easier. Lora Craft was the best there
was at this type of thing. But it seemed she wasn't the first to discover this
so-called secret entrance. There was nothing left in the tomb except dust. That
was weird... all the images and text had been removed from the walls as well.
As far as she knew, this particular pharaoh wasn't in disfavor, so why the
desecration? That was a mystery for someone else to solve. She had better
things to do, like...

"Hey, what's that?" Lora whispered.

Carefully brushing away the dirt and rocks revealed an intricately sculpted and
painted vase.

"Looks like my efforts weren't in vain after all." Lora removed the remaining
dirt from around the vase and carefully lifted it. A strange tingling sensation
ran along her arm as she did followed by a brief sensation of dizziness. She
quickly shook it off.

"Guess I've been in here too long. Place must be low in oxygen."

Lora stood, cradling the vase in her arms, when a sudden chill ran down her
spine. She froze, unable to move. Then her right hand slowly moved toward the
vase's stopper. Lora felt like a puppet -- unable to control her movements or
stop what was happening. She could only watch in horror as she pulled the
stopper from the vase.

A chill wind rose in the chamber, throwing Lora against the wall and pinning her
there. The vase -- incredibly unbroken -- was lying in the dirt where she'd
dropped it, with a strange mist flowing out from it. Lora could only watch as
the mist slowly took shape and solidified into a hideous looking man -- a man
who grinned evilly at her at laughed.

"I've languished in that prison for 10,000 years waiting for some fool to free
me. Ah... but what a lovely fool you are. Let's see what you look like."

With a wave of his hand Lora's clothes disappeared, leaving her naked and
vulnerable, especially as she still couldn't move.

"Mmm... very nice. But I like my houris a bit more endowed."

Another wave of his hand and Lora's breasts grew three times larger. She gasped
in surprise and pain.

"Much better. Now my little houris, it's time for you to learn your place. If
you haven't figured it out by now, I am a Djinn. But from now on you will call
me Master. As for you... you are nothing but a tool for my pleasure. And after
being locked in that prison for so long, I will need a great deal of pleasure to
satisfy me."

Lora spat defiantly at him. "Fuck you, asshole."

"Ooh... you have fire. Good; it will make breaking you all the more
pleasurable."

The Djinn reached down and began stroking his cock. Lora's eyes grew wide as it
grew and grew and grew. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside her.
And even if it did, she knew what kind of damage it would do to her.

"No! Don't, please." Lora didn't think begging would help, but she had to try.
It wasn't as if she was a virgin -- far from it -- but she didn't relish the
idea of being raped by a Djinn or anything else.

"Oh, but you will enjoy my cock, my little houris. Once I take you, you will
desire no other man but me."

He waved his hand again and Lora's legs rose and spread wide. The Djinn grasped
his cock and rubbed it against her clit a few times before thrusting inside her.
Lora screamed as her vagina was stretched wide by the Djinn's massive cock. He
grabbed her ass and began pounding into her unmercifully again and again and
again. Lora didn't know how long the rape lasted. All she knew was the pain
between her legs as the Djinn fucked her. Finally she heard him cry out. As he
did, an icy wetness spread inside her as he filled her with his cum.

The Djinn remained inside Lora until his erection subsided, then pulled out of
her very slowly. "Your spirit is not the only thing with fire, my houris. My
cock is well satisfied... for now. But I will need you again soon, just as you
will need me."

He looked around the tomb as if noticing it for the first time. "Let us leave
this dismal place. It is time to begin your lessons."

Although no longer in the tomb, Lora's position hadn't improved. She found
herself chained and suspended from a brick wall with a metal grill in front of
it. It looked like some type of prison chamber. But Lora didn't have long to
contemplate her whereabouts. The crack of a whip and stinging fire in her ass
told her that her so-called lesson had begun.

"I am your master in all things, my little houris. If I tell you to spread your
legs, you'll do it without question. From now on your only purpose is to
pleasure me. Your mouth, your cunt, and your ass are mine for the taking
whenever I desire them. And even if I don't desire them, you will offer them to
me. It will please me greatly if you do. This..." The whip struck hard enough to
break the skin on Lora's ass. "...is but a small taste of my displeasure. You do
not wish to make me even angrier. Obey me and you shall never know pain, only
intense pleasure."

The whip rose and fell again and again. Lora could feel the blood running down
her legs, and her voice was hoarse from screaming. One final crack of the whip
and she knew only the blessed relief of unconsciousness.

*****

Lora awoke slowly; her body wracked in agony. The Djinn was fucking her again.
This time she was bent at the waist, held in place by the Djinn's hands. He took
his time with her, forcing her into several positions to heighten his pleasure.
At one point he began stroking her clit, and Lora shuddered uncontrollably as
orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. She'd never known such intense pleasure
before and she wanted more of it. She began thrusting against the Djinn,
pleasuring herself on his massive cock.

"Ah, my little houris has learned her place I see. Yes, yes... give yourself you
me."

The Djinn threw his head back and laughed for a long time. Lora continued
writhing and thrusting against him, riding his cock in uncontrolled passion.
Finally the Djinn climaxed, filling Lora with his icy seed. But his orgasm
didn't stop Lora. She wanted more of his cock; more pleasure between her legs.
She reached down and began rubbing her clit while squeezing and pinching her
nipples.

Finally Lora couldn't go on any more and she collapsed against the Djinn's
chest, panting heavily. But the ache in her cunt was still there. Even though
she was exhausted, Lora still needed to rub herself against the Djinn; she
needed the relief his cock brought her.

The Djinn pulled her off and laid Lora on the floor. Again he transported them
to anther location, this time an elaborate palace. The Djinn was seated on a
stone throne while Lora lay on the floor with her hand between her legs rubbing
her clit unmercifully.

"Let me tell you a story, my little houri. Once I was a powerful prince, ruler
of a great kingdom. But I had enemies; powerful enemies who enlisted the
followers of the black arts to overthrow me. They succeeded and in turn made me
what I am. As they imprisoned me in that accursed bottle they gave me but one
hope. 'The one who sets you free shall be the means of your revenge.' Their
words made no sense to me at the time, but now they do. For you are the means of
my revenge, little one. For what mortal man could resist your charms? I will
place you in the harems of the descendants of my enemies. And when they bury
their cocks between your legs... instead of pleasure they will find themselves
transported to a hell of my making. One from which they shall never return."

Lora barely heard the Djinn's words. Her attention was centered between her
legs.

"Come, my little houri. All this talk of revenge has aroused me. Pleasure my
cock."

Lora practically threw herself at the Djinn. She quickly positioned her body
over his lap, then dropped straight down, impaling herself. She moved up and
down and rocked back and forth in a frenzy of lust. The Djinn didn't need to do
anything but sit there and let his whore do all the work.

"That's it, my little houri. Give me your pleasure. You enjoy my cock, don't
you?"

"Oh, yes, master. Yes! It feels so good. Oh, oh... oh, God!" Lora came hard,
triggering the Djinn's orgasm as well. "Rest now, little one. When you
awake I will have work for you."

The Djinn transported Lora to a large bedroom where she quickly drifted off to
an exhausted sleep.

*****

Lora awoke refreshed and completed healed of any wounds she'd received at her
master's hands. And the terrible ache between her legs was gone as well, but her
clit was still tingling a bit. She reached between her legs and rubbed it,
quickly achieving orgasm, then stretched sensuously against the silk sheets.

"Did you sleep well, little one?" the Djinn asked as he entered the room.

Lora spread her legs wide in invitation. "Yes, master, very well. How do you
require me for your pleasure?"

"Just the way you are, my little houri. This won't take long."

The Djinn quickly mounted Lora. She wrapped her legs around him and met each
thrust with one of her own, while wiggling and writhing against his body. As
he'd said, the Djinn came quickly, but not before Lora had several orgasms.

Lora groaned as the Djinn pulled his cock from her. She still wanted more of
him, but was satisfied for the moment.

"Come with me, little one."

Lora followed her master into an adjoining room where he opened a wardrobe
containing clothes for her.

"It is time for you to fulfill your destiny. But to do that we must dress you
properly... or rather improperly, with as little as possible. My enemies'
servants will always be on the lookout for a new pleasure slave for their
master's bed. And you with your creamy white skin will only fuel their lust
more."

The Djinn went through the clothes, picking and rejecting several combinations
before finally finding just the right outfit for Lora to wear.

"This one, I think. Put it on and model it for me."

"Yes, master."

Lora squeezed into the outfit and strutted back and forth across the room. She
purposely wiggled her hips as she walked, stretching the material even tighter
across her ass.

"Yes, that will do quite nicely. Go my little houri. I will know when it is time
to join you. And when I do...." The Djinn reached under Lora's skirt and rubbed
her clit, bringing her to orgasm again. "When I do, I will pleasure you for a
very long time."

With a wave of his hand, Lora disappeared. She took up a position outside the
royal palace. Not five minutes had passed when she was approached by a
representative of the prince.

As she walked through the palace gates, Lora's groin began to tingle. She threw
her head back and laughed.

She was going to enjoy fulfilling her destiny very, very much.

The End

Credits: 'Lora Craft' character by DigitalVisions in conjunction with Xurge3D,
Electronica Fashions, Stormi, Questor, Depakotez and Creed 3D; Djinn texture by
Rawn; Vase by Magoo; Evanara's Egyptian tomb; Ajax's EP whip; Awful Soul's
Gothic Prison; Throne by Transpond; Clothing by Imran, new textures by Daniela
Hobracht.