The Bottle and the Wish 2
by: Paul G Jutras
"The United States have sent us a new box to aid us, Siame." His mother said as he helped his mother carry it inside. Among the first aid and other items was an old bottle. When he popped the cork, the bottle shattered and a man in a three piece suit appeared.
"Great Ali!" The man shouted. "A genie has come to answer my prayers for help."
"Your wish is my slightest command." The Genie said, slightly bowing his head.
"The Sultan haw my girlfriend and decided to take her for his 45th wife." Siame said with sadness in his voice. "I wish that she could be returned to me."
"That sounds simple enough." The genie said as with a blink, both is suit and Siame’s rags turned into fine Arab robes. Siame looked around the hedge maze they were in with a questioning look upon his face.
"Where are we?" Siame asked as his looked about.
"Inside the palace’s grounds." The genie said as he looked around and saw Jasmine in a red harem outfit sitting on a flat rock. A girl in blue and a girl in orange were doing her hair and adjusting her bridal clothes.
"There she is." Siame said as he pointed to the one in the middle. The two crept over to a hedge and whispered to his love. "Psst. Jasmine, over here." She looked around dazed for a moment, and then spotted his head over the top of the hedge.
"Excuse me a moment." Jasmine said as she got up and walked over to his love. "Siame, darling. How did you fine me here. How did you get in here past all the guards Sultan Baloney has stashed about?"
"I found a genie in a bottle." Siame said as he nodded toward the man next to him. "He zapped me passed all the guards."
"That’s wonderful." Jasmine filled with relief. "Then you can get me out of here before I have to go through and married that macho jerk."
"Yo, Jasmine baby!" A male voice suddenly cried out of the silence. "Where are you my little chick?"
"See what I mean." Jasmine sighed. "If you don’t mind, I’d like to get out of here."
"Maybe the sooner the better." Siame said as he turned to make his wish to leave with his girlfriend when a couple of guard started toward them. "I wish those guards wouldn’t notice us."
"Done!" The genie said as he blinked his eyes. As the smoke cleared, Siame found his sculpted nails trim and polished. Feeling a weight on his chest, he looked down to see a feminine body in a all green harem outfit. He turned to see the genie now had a blond pony tail and wore a blue bra top with Turkish trousers that had a blue panty and pink transparent legs that matched her bare toe nails. "As harem girls, the guards won’t think twice."
"Oh, baby." The Sultan moved his dark sunglasses down and looked over the lens before he went into a series of muscle flexes. He then removed the genie’s pink veil and Siame’s green veil. "No being marked, you must be knew to my harem."
Taking a branding iron, The Sultan branded his mark on the check of his two new girls as well as Jasmine. "There, you’re all ready for a triple wedding."
"Genie, I wish you would do something." Siame begged.
"Sorry, but I can’t." The Genie sighed. "When he branded me, I became his property and is currently no longer your master."
"There must be something we can do." Siame begged with more urgency.
"I do have an idea." The Genie walked up to his new master. "Oh, Master, I am more than just your newest harem girl. I am a genie who can make you see the most beautiful girl whenever you want."
"Oh yeah, baby." The Sultan said, sounding like a macho jerk. "I wish to see the most beautiful girl whenever possible."
"Done!" The genie said as she transformed The Sultan into a Sultana. The new female ruler of the kingdom still had a think for women and used her next wish to turn all the women in the hot and bothered lesbians.
As night fell, the women of the harem were stripping one another of their clothes and getting into 69 position so that their tongues would start darting in and out awful wet pussies. Leaving everyone strangely at piece and happy ever after.
THE END
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