I have been reading the Genie stories here on Literotica for 4 years. Many have picked up the gauntlet laid down by Joe Brolly and many many more. Everyone has a different take, but most, if not all end up with the Genie in the hands of a benevolent Master and having to deal with an outside force for the most part.
What if, though, the receiver of the container is already set in his ways. He or She, is not a malleable personae, his/her sense of right and wrong are pretty much set in stone, with just a bit of wiggle room. Well, lets hope I do the other authors justice with my foray into the world of the Djinn. As always, everyone having sex is 18+.
Though this is in Sci-Fi/fantasy, it will have aspects of incest, non/con, humiliation, abuse and many other twisted and anti-social behaviors and taboos. If you enjoy, please rate and comment. If none of these topics interest you, please don't read, this was not written for you. I have nothing against you, i just don't want you to waste your time reading or mine by rating it low.
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Main Character
David Hawkins: 54 year old White Male, Veteran, Suffers from PTSD and Bipolar disorder.
Djinn: Genie
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The Delivery
The man walked down the white halls, carrying a package. He walked into a small room that held a desk, a chair and laptop.
He placed the package on the desk, next to the laptop and moved the mouse, this caused the screen to awaken. He clicked on an icon in the middle of the desk top. It was the symbol of an Ankh, the symbol of life.
A new screen appeared:
USERNAME:
PASSWORD:
For the username he typed in THOTH
For the password he typed in **********
The screen changed again and there was the image of a bottle, rotating on the screen. He right clicked on the bottle and there was a single command: CHANGE
He clicked on it and a blank text block appeared. He clicked on it and the curser was in the text block. He typed in: SMART GLASSES
The rotating bottle disappeared and a pair of stylish glasses replaced it. A small door behind the desk slid open and a pair of glasses sat inside. The man picked up the glasses and put them on the desk. Opening the package, he took out a small black box. He opened the box and placed the glasses into it. Closing it back up he replaced it into the package. Lifting it up he put it under his arm and left the room.
Waking farther down the hall, he came to a door with a small black plaque on it:
SARS FAYIL
The man knocked once and entered the room without waiting for a response. A stunning woman sat behind a desk at the far end of the room. She had long black hair that hung down to the seat of her chair. Her skin had a golden tinge to it, her eyes were the darkest brown. She wore a low-cut dress that showed off her golden cleavage to perfection.
The dress was slit up the side and revealed luscious thighs. Her legs were crossed and the top foot moved up and down cause the heels she was wearing to flop in a seductive manner. She wore no jewelry and just a hint of lipstick, a dark brown, almost black.
She looked up at the man and raised an eyebrow. He nodded and placed the package on her desk.
"Are we sure this is a good idea?" the man asked.
"That is not for us to decide." She looked up at him. Clearly, from the look on her face, she agreed with him.
"Go, set up the viewing room. He may or may not want to observe, but it should be readied anyway."
The man nodded and left the office. She looked again at the package. Then she waved her hand and a soft glow surrounded her. The package was there one moment, and the next it was gone.
"I hope this is worth it." She muttered to herself.
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David Hawkins, Seabrook NH Spring 2022
I hated my life, I hated the people in my life and most importantly, I hated myself. Here I was, fifty-four years old and miserable. I was surfing the net looking for anything to take my mind off of my problems. I double checked how my stories were doing on an erotica site and did some searches on Xhampster but I was too depressed to enjoy porn. That fucking sucks.
I decided to shut everything down and just go to sleep. Seconds later, or so it seemed, my alarm went off. Fuck, 6 am already. Time to shower and head out for my appointment. I dream nice dreams most nights, in them I am my 25-year-old self. When I wake up in the morning, I still think I am my 25-year-old self.
Then I get to the bathroom. Shit, I think, as I look in the mirror and see my 54-year-old face and body in the mirror. Being in shape would be nice, having a dad bod would be nice but all the injuries, muscle and joint pain, kept me from the exercise that would help. So here I was, a miserable, fat fuck. My own worst enemy.
I took a hot shower and let the water beat against my skin, soak into my muscles and for a little while I would feel human. As I dried off, I wondered which fateful decision I had made in the past, had started me on the slippery slope that was my life. Unlike others, I knew I did this to myself.
There were however, people that had added to the misery and it would never happen, but I really wanted to hand deliver some karma to them. As I was getting dressed in the bedroom there was a loud knock at my apartment door. It is 6:30 in the fucking morning, who is fucking disturbing me this early in the day, I thought to myself.
I went to the door to give them a piece of my mind but when I opened it, there was no one there. As I was closing the door and cursing under my breath, I saw a brown package in the hallway by my door.
I bent down, grumbling all the way about my joints and back, picking it up I brought it into the kitchen and cleared off a space on the cluttered table. I sat and stared at the package. It was about 12 inches long, 3 inches tall and 4 inches wide. My name was printed on the top, but my address was not there, just my name.
I opened it with my knife and inside was a matt black box and in gold type on the top it said: EGENIE. I pulled the box out and there was a thumb drive underneath it that had: READ FIRST in silver type on it.
Now, I believe that the universe owes me. Yes, I know, we are owed nothing. That does not change the fact that I feel this way. So, getting something for free does not feel wrong. However, that being said, random thumb drives from strangers will go through a rigorous scan before I open its contents.
I plug it into the usb port on my laptop and the computer runs a thorough scan. Ten minutes later the program announces that the drive is safe to access. I click on the Icon and the drive opens. There is only one file: EGENIE.pdf. Clicking on the file, a document opens.
Greetings Mr. Hawkins,
You have been chosen to test the latest in interactive assistants. Siri, Cortana, Alexis, all things of the past. EGENIE can do almost anything you need her to do. EGENIE is a pair of spectacles that can take on the properties you need. Should actually need glasses, the lenses will adjust to your prescription, if you don't need glasses, they will function as a set of shades. Other functions can be chosen once you have acclimated to the glasses.
Enjoy EGENIE
Sars Fayil
CEO EGENIE
I look at the letter for a long time. I probably re-read 6 or 7 times. Sitting back in the chair I grabbed the black box and slowly opened it up. I looked inside and there were a pair of stylish glasses, not unlike my own. Now I assure you that I am of unsound mind, though my therapist hates when I say such things. Even so, these glasses seemed far too good to be true. Come on EGENIE, a servant better than Alexa et al.
This was a tale straight out of Literotica™ and even though I really, really, wanted to believe, I just could not do it. I did, however put the glasses on, because deep down I wanted it to be real.
So, removing my glasses, making the world extremely blurry, I put on the EGENIE glasses. Shit! The world was bright and crisp, I had not seen this clearly in decades. Then there was a heads-up display (HUD) and glowing letters that read:
