The Battered Lamp

Cast of Characters

Main Characters

Kyle Unmei:

Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish college student that awoke Aaliyah and inherited her mission to free the Djinn. Wielder of Earthbones, a magical katana given to him by Aaliyah.

Aaliyah:

A Djinn of the Jann Tribe sent to marry the mortal who would set the Djinn free. Kyle's first wife.

Fatima:

Kyle's little sister and his second wife. Wielder of Fireheart, a magical yari (spear).

Christy (Amber):

Kyle's third wife. They were dating when he released Aaliyah. Unbeknownst to Kyle, she is a member of a coven of witches that are hunting for Aaliyah. Jealous of Aaliyah, Christy has told her coven who the Djinn they're hunting is..

Fumi:

Kyle's girlfriend who just moved to the States from Japan. She is a type of succubi who kills men she has vaginal intercourse with. She thinks Kyle is the one man for her that can survive her embrace despite the lack of evidence.

Britney:

Kyle's best friend. She has sworn to protect him and believes Christy and her coven of witches are a threat that need to be killed. She is not all human.

Concubines

Chyna:

Kyle's first concubine and classmate. A spell was cast on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a Master/Sex Slave relationship by Ms. Franklin.

Shannon:

Chyna's widowed mother. Kyle took her as a concubine.

Alexina:

Another classmate of Kyle's and the first submissive woman he dominated thanks to a wish that allows him to recognize a submissive woman by a pale-pink aura about them.

Carla:

An auburn haired coed Kyle claimed in gym.

Ann:

Fatima's friend turned concubine.

Kayleah:

Fatima's former bully, now her concubine.

The Coven

Ms. Franklin (Celestite):

Leader of the coven of witches serving the dark goddess Hecate. She is a lesbian that enjoys using her witches for her pleasure. She also teaches biology at Kyle's college and serves a mysterious, dark master. Wants Aaliyah's power.

Karrie (Onyx):

African American member of the coven.

Rashawn (Garnet):

African American member of the coven.

Sable (Tourmaline):

Member of the coven and Christy's sorority sister.

Phillipa (Jade):

Half-Korean member of the coven.

Christy (Amber):

Jealous of Aaliyah, Christy has told her coven who the Djinn they're hunting is.

Lorrie (Opal):

Cheerleader, member of the coven.

Other Characters

Faiza:

Kyle and Fatima's widowed mother.

Dean Burke:

The Dean of Kyle's college.

Corey:

One of Kyle's friends.

Professor Skinner:

Kyle and Christy's math recently married teacher.

Ms. Capello:

Kyle's young English professor.

Braiden:

Kyle's former friend who wants to date Christy.

Zaritha:

An Ifrit hunting Aaliyah.

Wives of Passion

Tuesday, January 21st -- South Hill, WA

Kyle had been concerned about Aaliyah all through kendo practice despite Christy's texts assuring him that she was just fine. He couldn't contact his Genie wife at all during practice. It sapped his concentration and kept him from focusing on his kendo. His form was terrible tonight. And no matter how hard he tried to calm himself and stay grounded, he couldn't stop wondering why his Genie wife was ignoring him.

What did I do to piss her off? Or was she really sleeping like Christy reported?

After watching Fatima and Aaliyah fight this afternoon, Kyle was all too aware that with four loves, and a few concubines, he faced a potential minefield of angry women.

As soon as practice ended, Fumi, his fourth love, found him, a shy smile on her round face, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with lust. "I need you," she whispered in his ear, her delightful perfume tickling his nose. His cock hardened in a blink of the eye and all his worry over Aaliyah was overwhelmed by her. "Let's slip off and find a cozy place so I can suck your cock, and drink your wonderful cum."

"Yeah," Kyle grinned, taking Fumi's hand and dragging her behind the dojo.

"I've missed you so much," she whispered, her hand reaching down to squeeze his cock. "Did you miss me?"

"I did," Kyle smiled. Then their lips met again. He moaned into her hot mouth as she unlaced his hakama, the wide-legged trousers worn in kendo, and fished out his cock. She broke the kiss, looking down at his cock in her hands, her dark eyes lighting up, color suffusing her delicate cheeks.

With a hungry moan, she fell to her knees and engulfed his cock.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned, savoring her wet mouth.

She smiled around his cock. She popped her mouth off his dick and licked delicately at his tip, looking both cute and so sexy at the same time. He groaned, caressing her cheek. Then she engulfed his cock and bobbed her head, slow at first, then picking up speed. One hand cupped his balls, the other pumped his shaft. Her perfume--a sweet, lily aroma--filled the air, making his heart beat faster. That delicious scent permeated his body all the way to his balls.

"That's it. Suck my cock. God, your mouth is amazing, Fumi."

She moaned, her eyes looking up at him with such love.

He erupted into her hungry mouth. For a moment, her perfume overwhelmed him, bathing his senses. Then it faded as she sucked the last few drops of his cum into her mouth. She sighed and shuddered. Fumi always came when he flooded her mouth. She hungered for cum. His cum, another guys cum. He was certain that she had sucked off other guys since their date on Saturday.

He was okay with that. He felt her love, and he had his other wives and concubines.

She gave his cock a few licks, cleaning the last traces of spunk, then put him away and rose up. A few blue-black strands had escaped her tight braid, plastered to her pale face. He gently pushed them away, then kissed her softly on the lips.

"I'm looking forward to our date tomorrow," she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder when they broke the kiss. He enjoyed the feel of her against him.

Kyle shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah. I don't have a car right now." His mother had stopped letting him borrow her car because he had been caught fucking his concubine Alexina at college yesterday. Kyle had learned some of the limitations of Aaliyah's powers with that stunt.

"I can drive my father's car," Fumi offered.

"Good. I get home from college around three. Come by. There are some people I want you to meet."

My wives and concubines. I hope you'll fit right in.

Kyle wanted her to be his fourth and final wife.

"Sure."

"Kyle," Fatima, Faiza's daughter and his second wife, shouted. "Stop cuddling with your girlfriend. Uncle Ethan's ready to go." Since Kyle didn't have a car, Uncle Ethan, who ran the dojo, was giving him and Fatima a ride home.

"Okay." He gave Fumi one last kiss. "I can't wait for tomorrow."

"Me either," she sighed.

The moment Fumi was gone, his worry for Aaliyah roared back. He needed to get home and find out what was wrong with his Genie.

Maybe I was too lenient with Fatima after their fight? Aaliyah must have been hurt more than I thought.

His sister bounced with excitement.

I can't let Fatima get her way all the time. She needs to learn to think about other's feelings before she acts.

"We're going to sit down and talk to Aaliyah when we get home," Kyle said.

"Ohh, I love talking with her," Fatima grinned, licking her lips.

"No, not that." His cock stirred at her grin. "I think she's still mad about what you did today."

"Oh, really? I thought I smoothed it out. I don't even get what's the big deal."

"You used her, Fatima. You took advantage of her good nature and I let you get away with it."

"Because you love me," she grinned, pressing against him.

"I'm serious. You have to think about what Aaliyah might feel or Christy."

"You're starting to sound like Dad." Fatima rolled her eyes. "Always be good, don't do what you want."

"Do what you want, so long as it doesn't hurt someone you love, Fatima."

She flinched at the gravel in his voice. "Wow. You're really angry about this."

"I think we both hurt Aaliyah really bad today. She's just good at hiding things and we didn't notice, but she's not answering me."

"Really?" Her eyes widened and her expression fell like a candle guttered by a sudden breeze. "I didn't mean to hurt her. I just got excited with Ann and Kayleah. They're both so cute and submissive. I didn't intend to make them my concubines. It just happened."

"I'm sure we can straighten this all out when we see her," Kyle smiled, touching her chin. "Okay?"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The car stopped. Aaliyah was completely disoriented. Her kidnappers had thrown a black bag over her head and stuffed her into the cramped compartment of a car's trunk. Christy's treacherous gift--a gold and silver serpent biting its own tail--hung like a weight around Aaliyah's neck, freezing her body and absorbing her power.

How did I miss it was an Ouroboros trap?

Because I trusted Christy.

The necklace acted like a magical circle, cutting off both control of her body and directing her powers back at her. So long as it was around her neck, she was helpless. Fear writhed in her belly. Her new biology professor, Ms. Franklin, had a hungry smile on her face when Christy captured her. Her nursemaid had filled her mind with tales of young Djinn lured to the mortal world and captured by evil sorcerers, forced to do their bidding or, worse, to be drained of their powers.

One of the few ways to end her existence.

Kyle will save me. Somehow. He loves me, and won't stand for my disappearance.

She tried to send her thoughts to her husband, but they were just reflected back at her by the necklace.

After what felt like hours--it was hard to judge time in the suffocating confines of the hood--the car stopped and the trunk opened. Hands, like talons, grabbed her arm, fingernails biting into her flesh, and hauled her out. More hands seized her. She wanted to struggle, but the amulet had robbed her body of any control. She could only scream and yell and hope that someone would hear her and come to her rescue.

None did.

The wind whooshed out of her lungs--a fist planted in to her stomach. She coughed and gasped, too stunned to scream for help as they hauled her, grunting and cursing. All she heard were women's voices and gravel crunching beneath feet. Then they were climbing a few wooden stairs, a door creaked open, and she was dumped unceremoniously onto a hard floor.

She blinked when the bag was ripped off, bright light shining down on her. Ms. Franklin stared down at her, emerald eyes shining with greedy lust. Besides the professor, five young women stood around her. She recognized two of them from college. They were all naked except for pendants that hung between their breasts. Each girl wore a different stone: onyx, garnet, tourmaline, opal, and jade. Dangling between her professor's breasts was a clear stone--celestite.

Aaliyah knew that sorcerers or witches used gemstones as foci, matching the gem to the strength and color of their natural aura. If Ms. Franklin has a celestite aura, then she was very powerful.

Aaliyah looked around the room. The walls were made of hewn logs set atop each other and dark shapes lurked in the corners, massive and furred. They were some sort of familiars, beasts twisted to the service of a spell-caster.

Like the rat that had poked around the house last Thursday night.

"What do you want with me?" Aaliyah asked, keeping the fear out of her voice. She was the wife of Kyle Unmei, the future Sultan of the Hidden People. She would not cower for these witches' amusement.

"Your power," purred Ms. Franklin, ripping off the ouroboros necklace from Aaliyah.

Aaliyah could move again and tried to transform herself into a whirlwind of dust to escape. She couldn't.

"I want every last drop of that sea brimming inside you."

The professor started chanting a prayer to the dark goddess Hecate. Light glowed around her, pure white, and Aaliyah realized she sat in a magic circle, a seven pointed star inscribed within its circumference. The light reached out from the circle and star, creeping towards her like slimy leaches. She flinched when the lights touched her skin and tried to sink into her flesh, hungry for her power.

She resisted, focusing her will to drive the silvery hands away. It was easy. For now.

Please, Kyle, find me!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Christy trembled.

I did it! Aaliyah is gone, and everything can go back to normal.

Kyle would be home in any minute. He had sent her several text messages, worried about Aaliyah. She had lied to him, letting him think the Genie was sleeping.

She clutched the leaves of a maidenhair tree in one hand and her amber pendant in the other. The broad leaves weren't necessary, but they helped to focus her spell. Kyle had a diamond aura, and she would need surprise and every bit of her strength to work the spell on him. She had already modified Kyle's mother and the six concubine's memory, erasing Aaliyah out of their thoughts. When Kyle and Fatima returned, she'd edit their memories as well. Kyle would be all hers, and Fatima would have her two concubines to keep her happy.

The front door burst open, Kyle stood there, his angular face twisted in worry. Fatima was right behind him, looking downcast for once, her normally bright fire burned down to coals. Christy didn't care what had soured the woman's mood. She had to act now.

"Great Goddess Hecate," she chanted, "let the ancient power of these leaves flood their minds and fog their memories." The leaves smoked in her hand, a sickly-sweet scent filled the hallway. Kyle and Fatima breathed in, their faces relaxing as she focused her will, modifying their memories, erasing Aaliyah and Fumi from their minds, and changing the relationship between Kyle and his sister.

"Christy," blinked Kyle. Then he smiled, and hugged her. "How's my cute wife doing?"

"Just fine," she breathed and kissed him.

Fatima made a disgusted noise. "You two shouldn't do that in front of such an impressionable, young lady like me."

Kyle laughed. "You're one to talk with the way you kiss Ann and Kayleah."

"That's different! When we kiss, it's beautiful and magical. But watching you two is like watching a pretty woman kissing a stone. Such a waste."

"Well you're...uh...scrawny," Kyle retorted lamely.

"Really? Scrawny? Is that the best you could do, big bro?" Fatima laughed. "I guess it's not just your face that's stone, but your mind, too."

Christy caressed Kyle's face. "It maybe stony, but it's a handsome face. Like a marble statue carved by a Renaissance master."

"You have no taste, Christy. Let me spend five minutes kissing you. I'll make you so hot and bothered you'll forget all about my dense brother."

"Mmm, he's dense in all the right places, Fatima," Christy giggled.

His sister made a retching noise. "I don't need to picture my brother doing things with you."

Joy bubbled inside Christy. Her spell worked. Kyle and Fatima didn't think they were a couple, and Aaliyah and Fumi were completely forgotten. Kyle's heart was all hers again. "Come on, I want to feel every inch of your denseness in me!"

Kyle grinned, and pulled her up the stairs. Fatima's fake retching followed them. Kyle's concubines were lounging on the floor of his bedroom. She had decided to let Kyle keep the four ladies. She couldn't do anything about Chyna thanks to Ms. Franklin's spells, and she found it arousing having four women around that she could boss about.

"Master," Chyna and her mother Shannon purred together. They were naked and lounging against each other. The pair were quite affectionate, and it was so disturbingly hot watching the incestuous pair fuck.

As hot as watching Kyle and his sis

ter,

a voice whispered inside her. She ignored that. It may have been hot watching them fuck, but Fatima was her rival for Kyle.

Alexina and Carla leaped to their feet. Carla took Kyle's kendo bag while Christy let the blonde Alexina start undressing her. It was sexy standing there as a naked, hot coed carefully removed every article of clothing while Kyle watched with hungry eyes. The concubine took liberties with her, nipping her nipples with her mouth, giving her asscheeks a squeeze, and taking a quick lick through her pussy.

"She tastes ready, Master," Alexina giggled, then took a second lick. Christy was very glad she decided to keep the concubines around. Kyle didn't love them, he just liked fucking them.

And so do I.

While Alexina had stripped her, bleached-blonde Carla had undressed Kyle, and she had wasted no time in burying his cock into her mouth. "Making sure he's ready for you, Mistress," she giggled between bobs.

Kyle seemed ready to her, so she grabbed a handful of Carla's bleached hair and yanked her off his dick. Then she threw her arms around his solid body and kissed him. His muscles were stone against her soft skin, and she ran her hands up and down his yummy body. His rock-hard cock rubbed against her belly, streaking her with precum.

"I love you," she moaned as she pulled him down onto their bed.

His hand found her round tit, thumbing her nipple. "I love you, too."

She kissed him passionately, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She pulled him on top of her, spreading her thighs for him. She was wet, ready to be fucked. She didn't have to share him any longer with that damn Genie.

What are you doing, Christy?

The memory of Aaliyah's fearful words reared up in her mind.

Don't think about her! You have Kyle. Don't think about what Ms. Franklin is doing to her. Ms. Franklin said draining the Genie won't kill her, just rob her of her annoying powers.

Kyle entered Christy. Pleasure washed through her, drowning out the guilt.

She kissed him, writhing her body against him as he pumped in her. A furnace burned inside her, growing hotter and hotter as he plunged in and out of her. She gasped and panted, inhaled their musk. She was distantly aware of the concubines fucking each other, all her attention focused on Kyle.

Her Kyle.

She ran her hands along his muscular back, enjoying his muscles rippling beneath her fingers. His strong hands roamed her body, rolling her nipples, sliding along her hips, stroking her cheeks. His face hovered over hers, dark, almond-shaped eyes full of lust and love. She ran a hand up and cupped his stubbled cheek and ran fingers through his dark hair.

"I love you, Kyle," she moaned

"Always," he grunted. "I'll always love you."

Her orgasm built, growing closer and stronger.

"Nothing could stop me loving you, Christy."

She erupted. Her pussy spasmed on his cock, massaging him as she quaked in his strong arms. He drove harder and harder into her, his rock-hard shaft kept her orgasm shaking through her. She pulled him tight, moaning into his strong lips.

His passion exploded into her. Strong jets of cum flooded her pussy. Kyle pumped a few more times, then collapsed on her. His body pleasantly heavy on hers. Warm, strong, secure. She had nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about...

What are you doing, Christy?

Her body shook as the guilt came screaming back up inside her.

"What's wrong?" Kyle gasped. "Christy?"

She couldn't stop her tears. Kyle hugged her tighter. She sobbed into his neck. How could she tell him about her guilt?

I sent one of your loves to have her powers drained, and wiped your mind because I'm a selfish bitch.