The Battered Lamp Ch 15

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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 younger sister and second wife. Wielder of Fireheart, a magical yari (spear). She lies in a magical coma.

Christy (Amber):

Kyle's third wife. They were dating when he released Aaliyah. Unbeknownst to Kyle, she was a member of a coven of witches that are hunting for Aaliyah. After betraying Aaliyah to her coven, Christy seeks the redemption which was promised by the Goddess Ishtar.

Fumi:

Kyle's girlfriend who just moved to the States from Japan. She is a type of succubus who kills men she has vaginal intercourse with. She is traveling to Japan to break her curse so she can be with Kyle.

Britney:

Kyle's best friend and a hermaphroditic Rakshasa. She has sworn to protect him. She has taken Phillipa as her mate.

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. He can 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.

Toni:

A cheerleader concubine of Kyle's.

Ms. Capello:

Kyle's young English professor and concubine.

Teleisia:

Aaliyah's African-American concubine.

Lois:

Kyle's Native American, lesbian concubine.

Phillipa (Jade):

Half-Korean member of the coven. Captured and dominated by Britney.

Enemies

Dean Burke:

The Dean of Kyle's college. A warlock hunting Aaliyah

Sable (Tourmaline):

Member of the coven and Christy's sorority sister. Sent on a mission to hunt Christy down by Burke.

Zaritha:

An Ifrit hunting Aaliyah. Posing as Lexie Lyndon. Enslaved by Burke.

Other Characters

Faiza:

Kyle and Fatima's mother.

Corey:

One of Kyle's friends.

Professor Skinner:

Kyle and Christy's recently married math professor.

Braiden:

Kyle's former friend who desires to date Christy.

The Concubines' Game

Saturday, January 25th -- South Hill

Britney admired her prize's red ass as Phillipa knelt on her bed, her hands tied together then bound to a spreader bar, keeping her ankles as far apart as possible. The black-haired witch's face was pressed against the covers, her ass thrust high into the air. Britney sat the crop down, gazing at the hazel eyes of the young woman brimming with tears and lust.

"You came hard, right?" Britney purred, stroking Phillipa's dripping pussy, her tart musk filling the room. Britney loved that scent as much as she loved her prize.

Phillipa nodded her head and moaned through the ball gag.

"I just want you to be happy, my love," Britney purred, her scent intoxicating, and she leaned down and took a long lick up Phillipa's pussy. "Don't you want to be happy and be my mate?"

She could see the fear in Phillipa's eyes. She faced an unknown future, but there was definitely love in her almond-shaped eyes. Rakshasas had been taking women and making them their mates for centuries. That was how Britney's mothers came together--Abigail had dominated Franny and now the pair were as happy as could be. Britney stretched out on the bed, resting her face on the covers next to Phillipa, her fingers stroking her prize's cheek above the ball gag's strap.

"I love you so much. Don't you love me? Don't you want to be mine?"

A faint nod.

Exultation surged through Britney. Almost three straight days of disciplining Phillipa, and she had finally surrendered. So fast. The girl must burn to be hers. Britney reached behind Phillipa's head and unfastened the gag, pulling it slowly out of her mouth. Her slave worked her jaw, licking her dry lips. Britney slid in and gave her a nice, wet kiss, letting her agile tongue run around her prize's lips; Phillipa sighed and worked her lips, kissing Britney back.

Britney's heart beat faster.

"Do you love me?"

"I do," Phillipa whispered. "You've showed me so much about myself. I...I enjoyed how you treated me."

"Then you are going to be mine?"

"Yes! I don't understand how it happened, but you seemed to have worked into my heart," she moaned, then swallowed, the fear returning.

"What is it?"

"I'm sworn to Hecate. I can't betray the Goddess. She'll send her daughter Erinyes after me."

"Do you trust me?"

Phillipa bit her lip. "I...I don't know."

Britney seized her prize's cheeks, gazing into her eyes. "There is a way to protect you from that."

"How?"

"If you're my slave."

"Aren't I already your slave, Britney?"

"Do you know what Slave Rings are?"

Phillipa's almond-shaped eyes widened. "They allow you to control supernatural creatures."

"And Witches," Britney smiled. "If I Slave Ring you, then you won't be betraying your Goddess because I will have fully dominated you."

"Do it," she whispered, licking her lips.

Britney sat up, then flipped her onto her back, her legs and arms stuck in the air. She untied Phillipa's hands from the spreader bar then roughly pulled them over her head, securing the young woman to her headboard, her round tits jiggling as the girl squirmed, stretching her legs out, her exposed pussy. Britney admired the sight--shaved bare of all that unsightly hair. Her cock throbbed and she couldn't help running a finger down her breasts to her cock, giving herself a stroke, then she slid under and fingered her pussy for a moment. Phillipa was gorgeous.

Britney walked to her collection of BDSM items, pulling out a long needle and a pair of iron rings. She walked back to the bed, her cock waving before her; Phillipa's eyes fell on her cock, smiling with lust. Britney was so glad she had procured these Slave Rings, a pair of powerful artifacts, last summer when her and her moms had traveled to India.

"Do you trust me?" Britney asked again, brandishing the needle.

Phillipa licked her lips, but nodded. "I do...my love."

Her words rippled through Britney and a pleased purr escaped her lips.

She crawled onto the bed, kneeling between her prize's spread legs, licking her lips as she guided her cock to Phillipa's dripping cunt. The young woman humped her hips, eager to be penetrated by Britney's girl cock. She rubbed her tip through the wet silk of Phillipa's pussy, shuddering as pleasure ran through her, then she thrust hard and buried herself in Phillipa's depths.

"Yes," gasped Phillipa. "Oh, yes, Mistress."

Britney leaned over, gently thrusting, and grasped Phillipa's right breast, sliding her fingers up to her nipple, rubbing the nub to get her full erection. Then she brandished the needle. Phillipa sucked in a breath, her hips humping faster. She placed the needle's point against Phillipa's pink nub and stared into her hazel eyes.

"Will you be my mate?" Britney purred. "To take no other as your lover? To stay mine forever?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Make me yours!"

Her cunt squeezed on Britney's cock as the needle pierced clean through Phillipa's nipple. She gasped and moaned, pain and pleasure mixing together. Britney fucked faster, savoring the feel of her mate's cunt as she plowed her pussy and threaded the first Slave Ring through her nipple, joining the ends of the iron rings. They sealed together. They could never come off. In the back of her mind, Britney could feel her new slave, a tiny fuzz that she could almost command.

"Do the other one," Phillipa gasped, her hips humping faster, her newly pierced breast jiggling, the iron ring shining dull. "Pierce my nipple, Mistress. Please, make me yours fully!"

Phillipa gave a low moan as her left nipple was pierced clean through, then shuddered as Britney fed the ring through her sensitive nipple. Her pussy spasmed about Britney's thrusting girl-cock and Phillipa tossed her head as pleasure rippled through her.

Britney leaned over her, resting on her left hand as she plowed her mate, grasping her newly pierced nipple with her hand, tugging and stretching out her nipple. Phillipa gasped, her orgasm prolonged by the pain. Britney savored the velvet massaging her dick, inspiring her hips to pump faster.

"Kiss me!" moaned Phillipa, her eyes squeezed shut. "Love me!"

Britney put her weight on her mate, their breasts rubbing together as she pumped away. Their lips met and passion was shared. Britney moaned into her mate's lips as the pleasure mounted, growing to an intense itch at the tip of her cock. She thrust harder and faster, eager to scratch that itch and satisfy her lust.

Flesh slapped together, ringing through the room as the two women kissed and moaned, sharing their newly forged love. Britney's strokes grew erratic, her orgasm nearing. She had to cum. She had to release the pleasure growing inside her. She thrust her tongue deep in to Phillipa's mouth and buried her cock all the way into her mate's cunt and came.

Cum erupted into Phillipa's cunt. The fuzziness in Britney head became clarity. Phillipa was the rakshasa's slave and mate. She collapsed, nuzzling Phillipa's neck, licking on her flesh as she came down from the high of her orgasm.

"That was amazing," moaned Phillipa. "Thank you!"

Britney just nodded, still nuzzling her new mate, licking her ear. "The only commands you have to follow is this: you do not obey Hecate or any of her servants and you must find a new Goddess to serve. I'd prefer Ishtar."

"Yes, my love," she groaned, the words forced out of her mouth. "I must obey."

"Yes, you must," sighed Britney. She didn't want to move. She wanted to stay draped over the warm form of her mate and luxuriating in the feel of her silky flesh and the scent of their love making--sour sweat, salty cum, tart pussy. So wonderful.

A knock at her door spoiled her mood.

"Yes," she sighed, wondering why Kyle and Aaliyah were here, their scents trickling into the room, barely noticeable over the wonderful musk Britney had created with her mate.

"It's me. Kyle."

"Come in," she sighed.

He opened the door then blinked. "Er, sorry. I didn't think."

His Djinn wife, Aaliyah, was behind him, her eyes lighting up with interest. Britney had found her mate, so she didn't see anything attractive at all about the Djinn anymore. She gave her mate one last lick, then climbed off of her, her softening cock swinging between her thighs.

"What can I do for you, Kyle?"

"Um, we need to talk to Phillipa. Have you broken her?"

"I have made her my mate." Britney couldn't help smiling at her words, and Kyle grinned back.

"That's great. So she's your wife, then?"

"Yes, she is." She glanced back at Phillipa and a grin beamed across her flushed face. "What do you want?"

Kyle produced a large gem from a bag, it's facets hued like the rainbow and a fiery brilliance seemed to burn in the gem as it caught the light. Britney cocked her head, searching her memories for what that could be.

"It is a Panacea," she realized, her eyes widening.

"Oh, my Goddess, it is!" gasped Phillipa. "Where did you get one? I thought they all had been lost."

"Yes, that is a very good question." Britney fixed her gaze on Kyle, pushing up her thick glasses. "Only three ever existed. Two were destroyed and the third lost to the sea."

"Aaliyah made it. I wished for a way to fix Fatima and this appeared."

"That'll do it," Phillipa nodded. "Let me think...it'll need to be powered, first of all."

"How?"

"Lust. And lots of it." Phillipa worked her lips. "The witches of old used to hold wild orgies, bacchanals, in the woods to generate the lust needed to fill a panacea."

"I think I can arrange that," Kyle said, throwing a glance at his wife.

"Definitely." Aaliyah's grin grew broad. "I think I know just how."

"Well, good. Then you'll need the essence of those closest to her." Phillipa shifted. "Kyle, you'd have to fuck your mother and smear the gem with your combined sexual fluids."

Kyle swallowed and Britney sensed a new odor in the air--lust. Her eyes flicked down to see the growing bulge in his pants, and then she caught the scent of his precum leaking out of his cock. His cheeks darkened and his pupils dilated.

He definitely wants to do that. Men are all such perverts.

"I can do that."

Aaliyah giggled. "You've been burning to do that for a long time."

"I just needed a good enough reason."

His wife leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips. "You've matured so much, my love. She has been the last obstacle to your complete, sexual freedom."

"Thanks." He glanced at Phillipa. "Then what?"

"You fuck Fatima and place the gem on her breast. It will empower her in the dream to defeat the nightmare chasing her. It may take some time, but she should prevail."

"Should?"

"She will have to find the courage inside her to fight the nightmare. All the Panacea does is give her the chance to defeat it."

"She has all the courage in the world."

Britney smiled.

Kyle loves all his women, even that treacherous whore, Christy.

"Any word on Fumi?" Britney asked.

"She spoke to the spirit up on Mount Rainier, and now she is over in Japan to bathe in some hot spring." Kyle smile grew. "She called right before we came over here. She's in some hotel room in a little town in Hokkaido. She could be home in a few days. Of course, there might be more to the process so she told me not to panic if I don't hear from her for a week or so."

"Things are beginning to turn around for you," Britney smiled. "That pleases me greatly."

"And things seemed to be going well for you," Kyle said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I'm glad you found some happiness."

She nodded. "The world is growing more perilous. I can almost smell danger on the air. I would like to move in with you so I can better protect you and your family."

"What about me?" Phillipa asked.

Britney smiled at her mate, stroking her trembling face. "You shall live with me. Tomorrow, go home and gather your belongings. Then we shall move in with Kyle."

"I'll make room for you," Aaliyah smiled, closing her eyes for a moment. "There. You have some fine apartments in Kyle's extended bedroom. Yours is just off the entrance hall so you can be near at hand to guard the door."

"Thank you."

"Wait, my bedroom has an entrance hall now?"

Aaliyah nodded. "The concubines and I have discussed how to decorate it as well."

"Oh, sure." Kyle frowned. "Don't I get a say?"

"Nope." She hooked his arm. "Even in my time, women did the decorating."

Kyle laughed and gave her a kiss.

"Anyways, Britney, we should be going," Aaliyah smiled. "We have to get ready for the basketball game."

"Really?" Kyle frowned. "We need to figure out this orgy."

"Kyle. There will be lots of people at the game." She lifted her eyebrows. "I think we can spark something off."

Kyle laughed and Britney closed the door behind them, turning back to her mate. "Where were we?"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"The game sounds like fun," his mom sighed, her eyes dark and heavy.

It would be. The first step in the plan to free Fatima required going to the game. "Are you okay?" he asked his mother-in-law, touching her cheek.

"Not really." She sighed. "Fatima's not getting better or worse."

"She will," Kyle insisted, feeling the Panacea bulging in his coat pocket. "Why don't you come to the game with us? I'm sure it would mean a lot to Alexina and Teleisia."

And it might make it easier to seduce you at an orgy,

Kyle mused.

"I barely know your concubines," she smiled. "You keep adding more."

"Well, Teleisia is Aaliyah's."

"My mistake."

"You could use a break, Mom. Come with us."

She chewed her lip and she rubbed at her dusky forehead.

"It'll be fun, Mom."

Very fun.

"It does sound fun, but..." She yawned. "I'm tired. You go, Kyle." She had been at the hospital for the last two days, so he couldn't blame her for being tired.

"Okay, Mom." He gave her a hug and he enjoyed the feel of her arms wrapping around him, comforting him. His head rested on her shoulder, her dark hair in his face. "I'm sorry."

Her arms tightened around him.

"I should have watched out for Fatima."

"Was it really magic that put her to sleep?" she asked.

"Yeah. How else do you explain everything that's happened?"

"So Aaliyah really is a Genie?"

He nodded against her shoulder. "She is."

Faiza gave a laugh. "This is almost too much to take."

"Sleep on it. I'm sure it'll make sense in the morning."

She pulled away, flashing a glance at the Genie. "I doubt it. Have fun."

"We will."

"Take care, girls," she said to Aaliyah and the concubines.

"Goodbye, Mother," Aaliyah smiled and hugged her mother-in-law--she was married to Fatima just as much as Kyle was. Then the concubines each gave her a hug and a kiss, murmuring a mix of moms and mothers--they took after Aaliyah. Kyle had no idea if his mom really was their mother-in-law. It was all rather complicated how concubines worked, but it seemed right.

Kyle's mom looked at the concubines. "So, you wished for all these women?"

"I just wished for everyone to understand." He gave a nervous cough. "And to recognize which women could be...uhhh...persuaded to join."

"Ah."

"Your son-in-law is quite persuasive," laughed Lois. "And there are some wonderful perks to being his concubine." The Native American concubine threw a look at her fellow concubines, licking her chops. She had enjoyed every one of them while Kyle had practiced with Earthbones in the backyard this afternoon, honing his skills manipulating earth.

"Master, we're gonna be late," moaned Alexina by the door, dressed in a pair of dark-blue sweats, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

"Yeah," fidgeted Toni in her blue-and-silver cheerleaders uniform, the pleated skirts swirling about her pale thighs.

Ms. Capello put her arm around Kyle. "They're so full of school spirit," she giggled.

"Yeah," he grinned, pulling her tight against his side, her lovely, large breasts jiggling in her low-cut top. "Let's go, ladies."

Aaliyah pressed against his other side, kissing him on the lips. "I'm intrigued to see this sport. Basketball. Such a strange name. Is the ball made of wicker? Like a basket?"

Kyle laughed and explained to his Genie the rules as they piled into Shannon's enhanced SUV. Shannon drove the short distance to Rogers College, Alexina fidgeting against Kyle the entire drive. "You'll do fine," he whispered to her. "Just remember the plan."

"I will, Master."

Aaliyah nodded to Teleisia, the African American concubine cuddling on her lap. "That's right. You'll be perfect."

"I will," the Black concubine grinned. "I'll be the best for you, Mistress."

Shannon pulled her SUV at their college a few minutes later. Students and their families were streaming into the gym: a mix of Rogers students in their blue and silver and the University of Puyallup students in their gold and purple. Alexina, Teleisia, and Toni headed off to the locker room to get ready for the game while Kyle, Aaliyah, and the concubines followed the crowds--all over eighteen as Kyle had wished--into the gym. Kyle and his family crowded the top of the bleachers, Aaliyah on his right and Lois wormed against his left side.