Marks Genie Ch 02

Mark smiled back at Jo and grabbed a t shirt from his drawer. It fit great.

"Dude," Joe said, "What'd you do to the room?"

Mark looked around and noticed that not only did he have no clothes on the floor, but his bed was made and his textbooks were lined up on a shelf. And Joe's side of the room also looked neater. Huh, Mark thought to himself. The genie could do extras?

He looked at Jo. He thought of her pale, puffy nipples, tight abdomen, and the hooped belly button ring. He looked at her hand, clenched in Joe's, and he thought of those fingers jamming into her own slit, probing his ass, clawing his face. He looked at her smile and thought back to fucking her pretty face and the moment when she held his cock between those pearly white teeth, threatening to bite it in half.

He thought of the good and bad memories that his genie had helped create and then agreed to remove. He had to remember to ask the old guy what happened to that other world once he'd taken a Re-do

"I gotta go," Mark said, suddenly needing some fresh air.

Mark ran out the door, down the hall, and outside onto the quad. It was a different world. Brighter. He could smell the springtime. He wandered across the quad, wondering what he should do next.

Walking across campus, Mark asked, "so Genie, what have previous people called you?"

"Well, there's Genie, Janna, Jin, and a variety of local derivations. Sometimes just a name from their era."

"Can you be visible?"

"Sure."

"O.K., I wish for you to be visible so that I don't have to talk to the air."

An old man appeared. Mark looked him up and down. He wore a frumpy suit and a skeptical demeanor.

"Well, I can clearly see you, which is great, but now you look like pictures of my Uncle Sid."

"No surprise there. This is the look your father requested."

"Forget that. You should look like you belong on campus. I wish you to look like a guy my age. Better, like a girl my age. A really attractive girl who's visiting from another country. Wearing suitable clothes. Do you speak other languages?"

"I speak all of them. What did you have in mind?"

"What do you suggest?"

"Mark, you're surrounded by vague young people whose life experience has been shaped by TikTok and Cocoa Puffs; these kids are thin gruel and unprepared for their futures. They could use some education. Perhaps a Nigerian engineer, or an Iraqi poet, or a South Asian political organizer. Somebody smarter and more worldly than anyone on campus."

"Genie, I just want someone I can talk to without looking like a freak."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

Mark was suddenly talking to a pretty young woman of average height with black hair and thin brown arms.

"Okay, that's fine," he said. He noticed her skin was flawless, her eyes bright, and that she had the most intriguing smile. "Do you have a name?"

"Well, Mark, my name is now Kiara," she said with an English accent. She was suddenly wearing a deeply maroon silk sari. "Like you, I'm 21, but I'm from Mumbai. I'm fluent in Hindi, Mirathi, and English. You and I met on a summer vacation in Greece a few years ago. I was with my family, and you were with your mother and older brother. If asked by women on campus, I'd say you were a total gentleman. If they seem interested, and it seems tactful, I'd whisper that I'd offered my virginity but you had declined. You knew it was too important to me to be given up during a one-week vacation when I was just 16. They'd sigh with your gallantry, and I might add that neither of us was confident that you'd be able to get your enormous penis inside me. And maybe I'd mention something about how we did everything else we could think of, and that you were amazing in bed. I might swear them to secrecy just to ensure that they told their friends.

"But Mark, you can pick the story. Maybe I'm Greta, and we've been pen pals since 6th grade." Mark watched as the brown-skinned Kiara morphed into a tall, athletic blonde woman. "I'm from Hamburg. You wrote such sweet letters." Greta opened a backpack that had mysteriously appeared. "See?" She pointed to a thick wad of envelopes, written in Mark's handwriting, tied together with red ribbon. "Or I can morph into a Swedish hottie or a Tanzanian who works for a local NGO. You name it."

"Kiara works."

Kiara reappeared. No one on the quad seemed to notice.

"Just to be clear, Kiara, you function the same way, regardless of what you look like?"

"Interesting question, Mark. In a way, yes, but appearances and gender differences do affect my perspective and definitely affect how you see me. Plus, as the other version of my self, no one can see me at all, and you can't see me clearly. As Kiara, I look and function like a young woman, and everyone can see me, but I have basically the same powers and personal code as the old man."

"Excellent." Mark mulled over whether he should get some clarity about the extent of the powers and the meaning of a genie having a "personal code," but Mark was inclined in a different direction. "Okay, Kiara, I'd like you to freeze everybody in the courtyard. I have some serious fondling to do."

"What radius?"

"What do you mean?"

"How big an area? If I freeze, say, the 40 people closest to us, the people surrounding those 40 will think something's pretty strange. If I freeze just the women, that'd be stranger. If I freeze the whole quad, then the people just on the other side of the quad will obviously notice, and they all have cell phone cameras."

She paused, waiting for Mark, who'd gotten distracted by a particularly desirable woman who was checking out his newly athletic body.

"Mark, you'll remember that I've laid low for hundreds of years, so this freezing request would have some major ramifications--and your civilization would know something strange was going on if people started getting frozen wherever I go."

"So that's a no?"

"Yep."

"Okay, we're walking by 2 big dorms. Is anybody having sex in there right now?"

Kiara sighed. "Yes, but maybe I could introduce you to one of the women who's been checking you out, and you could see how it goes."

"Can you just tell who's having sex right now?"

"Okay, there are 6 couples in those 2 dorms who are either currently engaged in penetrative intercourse or will be momentarily. Three other couples are naked but won't be having intercourse. Two others just finished up, and there's one couple where the guy's lost his erection, mainly because he can't quite admit to himself that he's gay. A pansexual threesome is about to do something, and they're naked, but they're dithering because their sexual fingerprints don't really match up. Worse, they're about to be interrupted by the mom of one of them, who's currently approaching her child's room with the bag of electronic equipment that he left behind this past weekend; all four of them will be very embarrassed in about 30 seconds. Two gay couples are going at it. And there are a bunch of guys and a couple of young women who are masturbating, but I don't think you're asking about them."

"Right. I do mean actual sex between one guy and one girl. But, Kiara, how do you know who is GOING to have sex or who is GOING to get embarrassed? I thought you said you can't read the future."

"I can't tell the future, exactly, but I can read the room and listen to the music, and I'm pretty accurate."

"I think you owe me an explanation on some of this."

Kiara smiled. "What exactly do I owe you?

"Whatever. I want to get laid without consequences. Got it?"

"Yep. Which woman?"

"You pick. The girl should be hot, should be on the pill and disease free, and I should be able to take the place of the guy, and she should think she's fucking the boyfriend, and then he can take my place when I'm finished. Can you handle that?"

"I think so--you've got a lot of details in there, but I get the gist."

They walked past large white columns and entered a dormitory. Mark nodded at the dorm monitor, and the two of them walked past the mailroom. Mark paused. Inside, a sophomore was getting her mail. She wasn't just any sophomore, however, but maybe the most beautiful girl on campus, at least according to the short and frequently tweaked list that Mark kept of the girls on campus he'd most like to see naked.

Mark walked Kiara a few feet down the hall. They watched the girl go down the hall and enter what was presumably her dorm room.

"Okay. I'm going down there and fuck that girl. I don't want her to remember, and I don't want to get into anything that I would call trouble. Can you handle that?"

"How about we stick to just getting to see her naked? That's what you'd said you wanted. Emma's been on the list ever since you created it."

"How do you know all this shit? That list was private and in code. You are so nosy. And controlling."

"You'd specifically wanted to see her naked. I'm not going to negotiate. Follow me. She happens to be a bit of an exhibitionist and could use some positive vibes--so you're in luck."

They stood in front of the door that the girl had entered. Kiara held Mark's hand. BAM. They were inside. It was a single room, and Emma stood a few feet away, inspecting herself critically in the mirror. She didn't notice the two of them, though, to Mark's eye, he and Kiara were as visible as they'd been a minute before.

"How does she not see us?" Mark whispered.

"She can't hear us, either," Kiara said, in a normal tone of voice. "Mark, uhm, after all I've done in the past few hours, you're only now wondering how I've made you invisible?"

"Seriously, how do you do this shit?"

"Mark, how do you walk or talk? A lot of this comes naturally to me. This particular trick, however, is similar to what Dickens did in a "Christmas Carol."

Mark was too distracted to care bout any further explanation. Emma had pulled off her sweat top and shorts and was standing in only her panties and tennis shoes, staring at the mirror. She continued to look appraisingly at herself.

"My God," he said to himself, "she's awesome." He'd been in two classes with her and had sat at the same lunch table a few times, but he'd never been able to just stare at her, even with her clothes on. He carefully inspected her skin and boobs and face. He reached out and cupped her ass. His hand just wafted through, touching nothing.

"Kiara, do something. I want to feel it."

"Oh, Mark, I am so sorry. Didn't you read the book or at least see the movie? Scrooge doesn't get to actually communicate or touch when he goes into one of his dreams."

"But this isn't a dream. She's right here! By the way, you're getting your ideas from movies? Isn't that a little lame?"

"Let's just say that Dickens got the idea from me. I think the experience really turned him around. People should read him more often. His ideas on social justice were transformative."

"You knew Charles Dickens?"

Kiara started to answer, but Mark was again distracted. Emma slid off her panties and looking carefully at herself. She pulled at some pubic hairs and trimmed a few with scissors. She tweaked a nipple and bounced both boobs. She slapped her ass, looking for cellulite, which wasn't there. She looked carefully at her face. Using a mirror that magnified imperfections, Emma frowned. She returned to twisting her nipples. A reddish hue rose from her chest.

Mark pulled out his phone and snapped photos.

He rubbed his dick but nothing happened.

Kiara looked over. "Oh, sorry Mark, no erections while we're invisible."

"What kind of rule is that?"

"Oh, I'm full of rules. I'm the original rules girl!"

Mark turned back to Emma, who clicked on her own phone, apparently to look at the time. She opened up her schedule and seemed to be doing the math. She reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a pink backpack. Inside was a pouch, and from that pouch, she drew a pink vibrator.

"Oh, my God," Mark gasped. "This is too much." He continued to snap photos.

He watched Emma lie down, still wearing her tennis shoes. Mark reached between her legs and snapped a photo, and then turned on the video. He lay down next to her. A bead of sweat appeared on her forehead. He tried to kiss it. She spread her legs, and Mark bent down to get closer to that pussy and that very fortunate vibrator. He sniffed but could smell nothing. He pushed fingers into her, and nothing.

BAM, Mark found himself with Kiara sitting on a stone bench in front of the dorm.

"What's the fucking deal? Five minutes? And I couldn't touch her? You're like the worst genie ever! Put me back in the room?" Mark stood. He was pissed.

"Sorry about that." Kiara smiled. "Well, not that sorry. You'd wanted to see her naked. Emma is really self critical and scared. She wants guys to get aroused by her, but she's had bad experiences where things spiral out of control, and so I let her feel some of your vibe in an effort to boost her self confidence while also giving her the sense that she can control the action. I thought it okay to give you the treat, especially since she is a bit of an exhibitionist and didn't consciously know you were there, but I can guarantee she wouldn't have wanted to actually get fucked by some stranger. With a little of the positive reinforcement, however, she got out her vibrator, which she had only used once before. Win, win."

"Not a huge win for me."

"You got to realize your fantasy."

"I'm not a stranger. She knows who I am. I could have fucked her."

"Well, she'd recognize you, but she doesn't remember your name, and she wasn't especially impressed by your lack of effort in class."

Mark turned his phone back on. He looked at his pictures, Nothing. He turned on the video. Nothing. "Where are my photos?"

"What photos? You didn't actually exist, so how could you take pictures?"

"So, you're going to jerk me around whenever I try to get laid?"

"Depends on what you're doing in order to get laid."

"So if we went upstairs to one of those rooms, you'd cockblock?"

"Hard to know what I'd do, since I don't think we're going up there."

Mark mulled this over as they stood and walked in the sunshine. "But you'll do things where there is no victim?"

"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, my friend."

"Jesus, Kiara. Would you be more straightforward? You know what? New rules, and no human is going to get hurt."

"Okay, tell me more."

"I want you to behave sexually. Pretend we just started dating. Feel like you're totally into me."

"Okay, Mark, but if we keep walking, I fear wetness will escape my vaulted dome and slide down my legs. I may need to get some Depends."

"Ha. Ha," Mark smiled, "pretty good, especially with the English accent. But follow my lead on this."

"Well, I haven't been a girl for a century. I'm rusty. I'll see what I can do."

Mark looked over. He noticed that Kiara was the same girl but had changed clothes. She was now wearing jean shorts and a thin t shirt. Her braless tits swayed when she walked. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her t shirt. She was literally slowing traffic on the quad. Guys couldn't help looking.

Kiara grabbed Mark's muscular arm and pressed herself against him. The angle put her boob at his elbow, and she rubbed a nipple against his bicep.

"Is this what you had in mind, Mark, or more chaste?"

"I'm hard as a rock, Kiara, so I'd say you're effective." He noticed his enlarged dick was stretching the elastic of his gym shorts. He bade his cock to soften. It did.

"Mark, I aim to please. And I'd forgotten--it's fun to be a girl." She smiled.

"But are you going to mess me around?"

"Girls just wanna have fun." She smiled.

Mark felt anger boil up. "Jeez, just stop it. You're too much. From now on, call me Master, like in 'I Dream of Jeanie.' Quit getting creative in screwing me over."

"Okay, Mark." They walked quietly. "So you'd like me not to be creative at all?"

"Did you just call me Mark? You can be creative as long as you stick to calling me Master. Or to be clear, you'll act like my slave when we're alone. But don't get weird. When other folks are around, just be normal."

"Normal? I'm not actually normal. Can I wing it a little?"

"Use your judgment but just quit fucking me over."

"I'm so sorry." A blush creeped up Kiara's taut neck. "Master." She stumbled over her words. "I'll do better."

Mark walked her briskly past the entrance to the main gymnasium and to a grove of trees with a few scattered picnic tables. They sat at one.

He turned to her. "Do you have feelings?"

"Human emotions and physical sensations. The whole shebang."

"Until I give the word, you are a virginal slavegirl who must do what I say. Got it?"

"Mark, are you sure?"

"My name is Master, and you're out of warnings, slave. He leaned toward her, and, seeing no audience, he reached in and tweaked a nipple until tears came to Tiara's eyes. "My name is not Mark. It is Master."

"Yes, Master." Her eyes to the ground, the young girl looked wretched.

Mark thought she was about to cry.

"Master, please accept my apology." Her lower lip trembled. She kissed him. He sucked her lip between his teeth. He bit her. She inhaled abruptly at the pain. Mark thought her breath tasted like jasmine.

"Come with me." They walked into the large gym complex, down a deserted hallway, and into a maze of administrative offices. "I do bullshit work in the gym, but the job comes with keys. I know which teams are out of town."

"We don't need keys, Mark. I can open anything."

"Are you talking back to me? And did you call me Mark again?" He looked around the office hallway and didn't see anybody. He slapped her face. Louder than he'd intended.

"Master, please don't hurt me."

"Just to be clear, slavegirl. I'm in charge. You've been a pain in the ass, and I'm going to fuck you until you cry."

"Yes, Master."

Mark smiled to himself.

He pulled her through another set of doors and into a cluster of coach's offices. He unlocked the door that belonged to the head coach of their college's major sport, and they entered. Mark gestured to the coach's private bathroom. "Wash your face."

"I don't need..." Kiara began, but she stopped, dropping her eyes. "Yes, master." She returned, her face wet.

"Pull off your shirt."

Kiara, reddening, did so.

"Pull off your shorts, slowly. Remember, you are my slave girl, Kiara. I bought and own you. You want me to fuck you, and know it's inevitable, but you're excrutiatingly embarrassed by your wetness and need."

Kiara stood in front of Mark, wearing only translucent panties. "You are proud of your body. You have been raised in a cloister, learning the ways of women, working out daily, running long distances, both to enjoy the effort and because you know your man will grow hard looking at your tight body."

Mark watched her body grow a bit more lean, a bit less rounded. "You've been awaiting the moment that you could reveal yourself to a man, to excite a man." Mark pondered her panties and could make out a demure triangle of hair. "Your pussy is absolutely hairless," he paused.

From inside Kiara's panties, the hair disappeared.

"Your cunt is now slick and smooth, having been groomed entirely for this moment. Having been raised by women, you grow embarrassed by rough words, so when I say cunt, you cringe."

Kiara cringed.

"Pull off your panties."

Kiara pulled off her panties.

Mark walked over and held her chin to keep her eyes looking into his. His fingers reached down and cupped her wet pussy. "Know that not only am I playing with your cunt, you ARE my cunt. All of you is for my pleasure."

She dropped her head and nodded, covering her hairlessness with her hands.

"You are worried, my girl with the sweet pussy, because you know you're too small for a man's cock. You've been coached that an average cock won't easily fit, and that some pain will be involved in adjusting to your role. You should know that mine is not an ordinary cock, it is a massive cock, but it is the cock that has been chosen for you. While it will stretch you uncomfortably, you will make that cock very happy, and eventually you will get pleasure as well. You have been taught by your sex instructors to love all sensations in your pussy, and you long for those sensations to involve me. Remember that when your cunt is very full of me, you will be at your happiest."