Mark woke. His mouth felt bone dry, and he had a headache. He opened his eyes to a dark room. He smelled bacon and eggs, and for a moment, he thought he was home and that his mother was making breakfast.
As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he recognized the bed as well as the beanbag chair that he was half lying on. He stood up. He felt basically okay. He clenched his butt. No soreness. He was wearing clothes, and they were his clothes. He checked, and even the underwear was his. Maybe the night before had been a dream.
He opened the door slightly and saw Kiara and Allison. They were cooking and didn't notice him. He shut the door and turned on the light. A moment later, he saw a small pile on the bed. The pile contained last night's cut up shirt and boxer shorts as well as a clean dildo and a half-used tube of lubricant.
All he could remember was the look in Allison's eye as she heartily fucked him with the dildo, how she'd slid her pussy along his cock, how he'd had to watch Kiara and her cum over and over while he was gripped by some weird combination of total passivity, sexual excitement, and the relentlessly hard cock. Oh God, he thought to himself, this is humiliating.
Mark looked for a way to climb out without being seen, but the windows were too narrow, and there was only one door.
He squared his shoulders and walked over to the kitchen area.
The women turned to him. They both had on casual clothes. Silence hung in the air.
Allison walked over to Mark and stood an inch in front of him. He looked down. He'd forgotten that he was almost a foot taller and outweighed her by 70 muscular pounds. He looked over her shoulder, embarrassed. He made eye contact with Kiara and looked away. Finally, he looked down at Allison. Her pale blue eyes were awash in tears. Scrubbed clean, her face was freckled and young.
"Thank you so much, Mark. Last night was incredibly healing. I'd had a bad experience when I was young, or a series of bad experiences with one guy, and it's haunted me. It's actually why I quit gymnastics.
"I feel like I killed the demons last night, or that we killed my demons. I don't know how to thank you." She hugged him, body to body, while she sobbed.
Mark was touched. He held her tightly. He felt tears come to his own eyes.
Mark, being Mark, smelled her hair, felt her thighs move against him, felt her breasts press against him. He felt his erection. He couldn't help it. He had been intensely aroused for almost 24 straight hours and hadn't cum, and felt his cock push against her. He tried to be considerate. He moved back his hips.
"Mark," Allison continued, "last night was also pivotal in helping me let loose sexually. No excusing my abuser, and I'm glad he's now in jail, but his messing with me overlapped with an inner kink that I already had. The whole domination thing, for example, had always interested me, but I'd have liked to play around with that, or my exhibitionism, or whatever, with someone my age rather than have it forced on me.
Mark felt her hand reach up and stroke his swollen cock. He heard her growl. His hands reached down and lightly stroked her ass.
He looked over at Kiara, who was standing in the kitchen, sipping coffee and looking like a proud parent.
"Listen," Allison said, "I don't know how much of last night you'd be willing to re-enact, since I know you were mostly just trying to help me out, but I bet we can figure out a few things that you'll enjoy." She squeezed and massaged his cock. "I like to challenge myself, and Kiara promises to help. I think we'll rise to the occasion."
She backed off, and Mark found himself lurch forward. "Having said that, I've got 3 straight classes today. The first starts in about 15 minutes. I have to wrap up a paper, study for a midterm, and organize my independent study for a tutorial tomorrow."
Mark looked stunned.
"Don't be sad. I'm gonna fuck your brains out, but I still need to keep up with my homework. What kind of a girl do you think I am? Come back tonight at 9:00." She looked down at the hard cock that was straining against Mark's jeans. She patted it. "And bring him too."
Moments later, Mark and Kiara walked along the main campus quad.
"Okay," Mark said. "You have some explaining to do."
She looked at him.
"I wish for you to explain why you didn't do as I commanded."
"Are you sure?" Kiara replied.
"Yes."
"Can you be more specific?"
"Last night, I wished to get out of handcuffs, and you refused."
"I thought I explained that last night. You'd earlier said you'd do anything to make Allison happy, and so I used my judgment as to which wish took precedence."
"Since when do genies get to use their judgment?" Mark snapped. "You're supposed to do my bidding!"
"Since when?" Kiara laughed. "I'm not your slave. Frankly, if you think about the power differential, you might find yourself motivated to be nicer to me."
Mark paused, and the two walked in silence.
"How did you decide to start talking to Allison in the first place?"
"Because the two of you have powerful but immature issues related to power and sex. I thought you'd be a good match." Kiara smiled. "And I have to say I was right. The two of you were fucking like bunnies all night."
"No," Mark said, "she was teasing and fucking with me all night. That wasn't fun at all."
"Really? You were hard as a rock and seemed to be totally getting off on being a sub to a strong woman."
Mark mulled over the truth of that. "But I've never once fantasized about being tied down and getting ass fucked by a dildo. And I've never stayed hard for so long. That's not me."
"I made some temporary adjustments so that your prime wish could be fulfilled."
"If you couldn't get rid of Jo's soreness yesterday, why am I not sore today?"
"Well, I also prepped you to have the sort of ass that could get pounded without pain, kinda like a guy vagina. I didn't have to fix anything. But did I really say I couldn't fix her soreness? I thought I said I wouldn't. Hmmm. So many details to keep track of. As I recall, I may have said I wouldn't get rid of her soreness, but I did get rid of most of it."
Mark mulled some more. "I thought you said that you couldn't read minds, but you somehow started chatting with someone who you picked because her perv matched mine? And you even supplied me with boxer shorts because you somehow knew she'd have a thing for boxer shorts? How can you do that if you can't read minds?"
Kiara delayed a moment, as if unsure how to explain.
"Mark, I picked Allison a couple hours before, when you were in bed with Jo. Not that your pervs were matching but because they were complementary: you both get off on control, though she does need to believe the other person genuinely wants it, while you're more, uhm, flexible about such niceties. I also knew that she already thought you were cute, if lazy, and that she could be gently encouraged into last night without being overly controlling. I do prefer to not interfere too much with this world. And I chose this Kiara body for her, not for you."
"I thought you chose it because it'd get me hot."