She supposed she should have stopped to think about things first. But that seemed like something another Hazel, in another lifetime, another body and another mind would have done. She hadn't even hesitated -- after the old man had left, she had hurried over to her neighbour's flat to retrieve her bag, in which she had stashed the djinn's doll.
She hadn't even bothered to dress properly before going over -- she had simply thrown a large tee over her naked body and walked right over. There was a slightly worrying moment when she felt the old man's cum sliding out of her vagina as she spoke to her neighbour, but then she realised that she didn't really care what the old lady thought of her and the thought relaxed her. If the old biddy sees cum sliding down the insides of my legs, so be it, she thought, smiling as she thanked her elderly neighbour for her help.
It had worked a treat. Like the djinn had known, the old man would not have felt the presence of the doll in that apartment because of the neighbour's pet cat. So he had no way of knowing she was in cahoots with the djinn. She had known, through the djinn's presence in her body, that the old man would become distracted by the thought of fucking her.
Just like she knew now, what it was the old man had had the djinn do for him. The fucking pervert wanted to have his way with any woman he desired, but he had not quite been a hit with the ladies even then, when he was much younger. He was frustrated with his lack of success with the ladies, and jumped upon the chance to get what he wanted when he had chanced upon the djinn resting under the tree. He was able to rape so many women without fear of reprisal only because of what he had learned from the djinn; and to make matters worse, he used the djinn's power to endow himself with a weapon so large it had destroyed many of the women he had assaulted.
Hazel shivered as the memories of the man raping a convulsing young girl ran through her mind like a horror movie. She really looked very young, perhaps 18 or 19, and her slit much too small to accommodate his enlarged prick, but he forced it in anyway, seeming to enjoy the girl's squirming as her vulva stretched and looked about to tear with the violent fucking he had inflicted upon her. He had laughed as her naked body quivered -- she was still under his spell, yet in obvious distress -- and only remarked in the local lingo that he would be her first and only lover. The fucking bastard really had no qualms about what he did.
Other memories played through her mind, of women crying out as his rapes became more and more twisted, with the use of tools and other implements the man had thought to bring along after he had gotten bored with the standard "spell and rape" routine. The part of her that wasn't Hazel was so calm and collected in remembering these things that she wondered if the djinn had felt any remorse for the suffering he had helped the old man inflict on the poor women. In fact, as she recalled the rapes through the djinn's mind, she realised she had many questions she wanted to ask the djinn... but she thought she should ask him when he manifested himself, rather than through her mind. It was getting quite confusing trying to separate what Hazel was thinking, and what she knew through the djinn.
She looked at the incomplete doll on the floor and wondered what she should do next. It surprised her a little that she wasn't wondering if she was doing the right thing, because that was precisely what she had always done in the past. Careful Hazel. Cautious Hazel. Definitely not rash or spontaneous Hazel.
Her impatience was something new, indeed, and she couldn't really blame it on the djinn either because she knew, deep inside the part of her that was still Hazel, that she really wanted to see what the djinn looked like in person. Or spirit. Whatever. Perhaps the fact that her pussy still tingled and felt unsatiated was making her hurry too.
Oh fuck. Maybe it was tingling because... Hazel quickly squatted down, raising the hem of her tee shirt as she did so. She wanted a clear line of sight to her pussy so she could see what would happen next. She felt her insides quiver and shake, and then something inside, up deep between her thighs, began to expand. It wasn't quite as painful as she had expected... in fact, it was rather pleasurable, and she wondered if the djinn had had anything to do with the slight tremors of electricity running up and down her groin, and shooting almost painfully to her heaving breasts.
"Ohhh shittt!" she moaned to no one in particular as she felt her cervix began to give, and something began to protrude out, into her convulsing vagina. "Oh fuckkkkk!"
She knew what it was even before it began to show outside her body. It was one of the doll's limbs -- it felt like an arm -- that was slowly coming out of her. When she felt her vulva part to reveal the doll's hand, she had a mini orgasm. It was satisfying... to a point. Then her cervix expanded again to expel the doll's remaining leg, and the waves of sensation licking at her groin and nipples were stronger, leaving her gasping for breath.
It took her a while to regain her composure, and to his credit, she didn't feel like the djinn was rushing her. In fact, it seemed to her that she was the more impatient one -- when she was able to breathe normally once more, she quickly grabbed the arm and the leg, and shoved them into the empty slots on the doll's body. Then she sat back on her haunches and waited to see what would happen.
Hazel supposed she had expected something spectacular. Fireworks, maybe. Or puffs of smoke. Or at least some movement from the doll. So she was quite disappointed when nothing seemed to happen. She stared at the doll and wondered if there was something else she ought to do. What should I do? she asked the question in her mind, and waited for the answer. Do I need to chant something or put something on the doll? How will you appear?
There was no answer. Hey, are you there? she asked in her mind as she stood up and glared down at the doll. Can you hear me?
Still no answer. Damn. She remembered her dreams, of how the doll had been forced up into her, and wondered if that was what she should do. Fuck, it was one thing to dream about it, but another to actually do it. To herself. She looked at the motionless doll, its right leg and arm gleaming with her juices. Ah fuck it.
Hazel knelt to pick up the doll, spread her legs and moved it down below, to the bottom of her slit. The sensation of the doll's head at the entrance to her vagina reminded her of the very first time she had felt it pressing against her, on the beach. Damn you, djinn, she thought as she pressed the toy upwards, gasping as she felt her labia stretching and spreading.
"That's a nice thought, but there's really no need for that now," she heard him say, and jumped, the doll clattering back down on the floor between her thighs.
She turned and came face-to-cock with his solid erection. This time, there was no vagueness about its form. It was a cock, a huge, erect cock she was looking at. It looked both menacing and delicious this close up, and she felt something gooey sliding down from deep inside her. Oh god. She was so wet and tingly down there she wanted to grab it and stuff it in between her thighs just so she could quell the maddening itching.
"My, aren't you the impatient one," the djinn grinned. She looked up past his bobbing cock, and saw that he really was quite handsome. Once you got past the glowing red eyes, that was. He was well-built too... not ridiculously so, like those bodybuilder types that she saw constantly preening before the mirrors in the gym, or strutting down at the beach. He was simply solid, with the build of a healthy, fit man. With glowing red eyes.
"You do have some questions for me, do you not? Or would you prefer I satisfy your desire first?"
She looked down and realised that she had fallen onto her back and splayed her legs, opening herself up for plundering the moment she saw his cock. Oh fuck. I... you bastard, she thought as she glared at him. Still, her body betrayed her, her mounting lust showing in the gush of lubricant coating her inner thighs. Stop using your power on me.
"Oh, but I'm not," he replied, his grin widening further. "That has very little to do with me, and so much more to do with you and what you desire."
Hazel closed her eyes to calm her rapidly beating heart, then opened them and deliberately looked beyond his cock, into his fiery eyes. It helped slow down the sensations coursing through her body, screaming for release... but not by much. She was still very much aware of the bulbous, rounded head of his tool just below the periphery of her vision. The head of a cock that looked far bigger than the bedknob she had dreamed of. The head of a cock that she knew she desperately wanted inside her, because the old man, like Ted, had left her high and unsatisfied.
"Tell me... is what the old man said true?" she was finally able to groan out her question. "Did you... did I invite you into me?"
