The Pink Djinn

It was a brand new day in Parker city, the city that used to be peaceful until yesterday, when a super villain managed to steal some jewels and diamonds from the ‘’Ce que Gem’’. Worse yet, no one were able to contact one of the most respected heroines in the city, Lady U.S.A, who some people last saw when she had entered the store. Lieutenant Styles, ashamed that he remembered almost nothing of the whole incident, only knew that he failed and did almost nothing. He felt this in his very gut, which was usually right.

In his office, he was drinking a cup of the cheap coffee they had in his district. Trying to remember anything he could from what had happened yesterday, the only thing he knew was that he had entered the store, then woke up about an hour later with no memory of what had occurred. Lost in his thoughts, he was returned to reality by the sound of his door being opened. Looking at the person, he saw that it was his secretary, Mrs. Moore, taking him some paperwork. His secretary was about every man’s fantasies, having the whole ‘’sexy secretary’’ routine to perfection, her hair in a bun, glasses, cleavage, high heels, she was truly sexy. Thanking his lucky star for such a good fortune with his help, he grabbed the paper, taking a small glance at her cleavage along the way. Seeing her smile in a seductive fashion, he looked at the first paper in the lot, seeing a single word written on it: Djinn. Curious, he looked at his secretary, only to see her remove her shirt in a quick fashion. Having no time to react to what she did, a ton of strange mist emerged from her navel, entering through his nostrils and mouth.

As the mist invaded his body, he remembered it all, how he was seduced and hypnotized in such a sexy fashion, how his mistress belly was smooth and soft, his warmth destroying his resistance, accepting and enjoying his status as the slave of the Pink Djinn. Pink hearts replacing his pupils in his eyes, his trance was back in full force.

Pink Djinn was clearly enjoying herself, having fooled everyone in the building into believing firmly that Mrs. Moore existed. She had played the sexy secretary part perfectly, seducing the policemen and officers without any difficulty. However, her target this time was solely Lieutenant Styles, as he was the one she wanted as a liaison. Knowing no one would disturb their time together, she returned her skin to her normal color, still wearing her secretary costume, enjoying how she looked like.

-Hello again, Lieutenant Styles, did you miss your great mistress, the Pink Djinn?

-More than anything. You being here and deeming myself worthy to be near you is the greatest pleasure I could enjoy.

Pleased to hear such a beautiful answer to her question, she knew from the very start that Styles would be the perfect candidate: he was not married, single and could see all his fetishes and desires in his mind, which made him very weak toward what she represented.

-I have something for you. Several in fact, as I want to make sure my plans for this city are in place. The first thing is a great gift, to honor your willingness as my slave.

Clapping her hands together, a puff of smoke appeared out of thin air in his office. Clearing out, it revealed a sublimely beautiful woman, pink of skin like his mistress, wearing a red harem outfit, with blonde hair.

-Isn’t that Lady U.S.A, great mistress?

-That was her old identity. Now, she is called Harem Slave, but you shall refer to her as both your mistress and your wife.

Joyful beyond words when hearing the news, Styles kneeled to the very ground before Pink Djinn, feeling unworthy of such great a gift.

-She will take the identity of your secretary, Mrs. Moore to keep you company and make sure you remember who your mistress is. Treat her just like you would with me and she will reward you accordingly.

Styles, raising his stare, kept looking at his new wife and mistress, fully satisfied and pleased about the new turns in his life now that Pink Djinn was his mistress. Pink Djinn, meanwhile, continued with her gifts and instructions.

-My second gift shall be the gift of telepathy, allowing you to contact me whenever you see fit, as I want you to announce every small details of what goes down in this police building and when crimes or superheroes arrive. I need you as my liaison and informer.

-It shall be my honored duty, mistress. Your wishes are my command.

Styles, feeling a little surge of power in his head, knew that she had actually granted him some superpowers. Adoring and loving her all the more, he wondered what else she could offer him, excited like a young child before some Christmas presents. Pink Djinn, laughing lightly at his reaction, continued nonetheless with her explanations.

-My third and final gift is the best one. I will tell you my story and why I do all these things.

Styles, knowing she was very serious about this, sat down on his chair, giving all of his attention to his mistress.

-My real name is Ramiyah, a genie born before you humans started counting the years, at years 10956 in the genie calendar. Born of the union of Rajah and Mihna, two powerful genies high placed in the Djinn society...

Styles, fascinated by what he heard, tried to imagine how a society full of genies like Ramiyah would work. The fact that she was an actual genie explained a lot of things.

-At year 12872 in the genie calendar, our civilisation crumbled, with most Djinn dying in the result. Some of the most powerful ones, however, were captured by Djinn hunters and put in small objects, putting very strong and strict restrictions on those captured. This is where the famous ‘’3 wishes’’ myth started, those enslaved by the powerful magic in the object had to obey their master and mistresses. However, to make sure they had complete control over us, their third wish had for us to return inside the bottle, to keep us captive and enslaved.

Both Styles and Harem Slaves were captivated by the story their mistress was telling, feeling a wave of sadness washing over them, sympathizing instantly with their beautiful mistress.

-So many times I had to obey terrible orders while calling those who ordered me around master or mistress. For some millennia, I was a slave, forced to use my magic and my body to serve and obey, until the bottle I was confined in was lost due to circumstances unknown to me. During many centuries, I was summoned by different peoples of different countries, who, unfortunately for me, knew the loophole to make me return in my bottle. Recently, however, I was summoned by a young boy, ignorant of this restriction. Granting his three wishes, I was freed from my obligations and my prison, breathing the sweet air of liberty. Turning the boy into a potted plant, I was free to enact vengeance upon the whole world, but then I realized something.

Harem Slave and Styles, both happy that the story she told made her glorious in their eyes, were ecstatic to hear more, wishing to know everything about the most fascinating and beautiful person they knew.

-Those who had imprisoned me were long dead, as were their descendants. I had no one to actually make pay for all my pain and suffering and it would make no sense to make the whole world pay for what a few did. With those who knew the spells to confine me in an object dead, I had a whole world to myself to change with my colossal magical powers, so I decided to have some fun to regain my lost time. Seeing what you people calls superheroes, I decided it would be fun to play the opposite, being an ‘’immoral’’ super villain. So there we are...

So pleased to know the history of their mistress, Styles and Harem Slave smiled at her, content about the fact the she deemed them worthy to serve her. Pink Djinn, having much to do, said:

-I will leave you two together as husband and wife. Both of you have fun now.

Vanishing in a puff of smoke, she left the room, as Harem Slave and Styles looked at each other, checking each other out. Styles, taking the initiative, began kissing her belly with the same passion he had when he did so with Pink Djinn. Harem Slave, pleased about his initiative, released some mist from her belly button, hoping to raise the experience for her husband. Inhaling the mist while he kissed her belly, Styles was in heaven. If this was what awaited him, serving Pink Djinn would be the easiest and most pleasant job he ever had in his life.