Bound: The Gift of Desire Ch. 9

Chapter 9 - Lacy's Dungeon

The minutes ticked away slowly until the final bell sounded and released George and his Genie from its academic clutches. He stopped at his locker to drop off some books, and, as expected, there was a new yellow sticky note on his door that read, "Eww!" George had meant for this to be quick. However, he suddenly noticed how sloppy his only personal space in the entire school was. Some old, unwashed gym clothes sat in a heap at the bottom, on top of which was a broken binder with loose papers spilling out. A relic of a former beating he'd taken the first day of school. He hadn't bothered to clean it up then, and it was still there almost a month later. Then, there were the sticky notes lining the walls, each with a unique insult written on them. He kept his books on the top shelf but rarely used them since he wasn't planning on graduating. The whole thing smelled of moldy gym socks, which didn't ingratiate him with his neighbors.

After surveying the scene and swallowing his shame, George finally decided it was time for a change. So he gathered the old clothes, the broken binder, and the sticky notes and disposed of them in a nearby garbage can. When he returned, a sparkly pink air freshener shaped like the silhouette of a suspiciously Genie-like woman in a suggestive pose was hanging from a coat hook. It replaced the musty smell with that of a freshly baked pumpkin pie, one of his favorite scents. It was now immaculately clean, without so much as a single speck of dust anywhere, and was capped off by the most safe-for-work picture they'd taken at lunchtime, stuck inside the locker door. In just a few minutes, an unpleasant reminder of his old life had been remade into something useful and cozy. It was more cathartic than he thought it might be.

Satisfied, he said, "That's so much better. Thanks, Genie."

"Anytime, Master," she chirped. "Maybe next time we can expand it a bit, add a nice plant, some lighting, a hot tub..." she trailed off as her imagination ran wild.

"World's smallest hot tub," George smirked.

"Hey, if I can fit a universe inside my vessel, I can fit a hot tub inside a locker."

George closed up his locker and began navigating the crowded hallways of Stafford Regional toward the athletic fields. As he avoided eye contact with a few classmates, offering him an unprompted high-five, he asked, "It seems like you can do a lot of stuff. Don't I need a sexy wish for something like that?"

"If it's just for you and me, I can do pretty much anything. I mean, I am a cosmic being, after all. If I want to make an extra-dimensional space inside your locker that only you and I can perceive, who's gonna stop me? But if I want to change certain aspects of reality, like other people, societies, fundamental forces, I need a wish for that, and even then, I can only make it spicy."

George couldn't even pretend to understand what she meant. "That sounds... complicated. Do you ever get frustrated with all those restrictions?"

"Nah! I don't even think about it. It's automatic, like our bond. Protecting us, keeping my powers hidden, empowering you; it's all as natural to me as masturbating."

"But you still need me for some reason?"

She sighed dramatically and said, "It's true, I can't do anything cool without a Master. Raw, unfettered magic is incredibly powerful, and you can do just about anything with it, but it's innately destructive. Unchecked, magic obliterates anything it touches."

"Whoa..." he said, not expecting to have his mind blown.

"Yeah, heavy stuff. But no worries, Master. Magic is also naturally submissive. If told what to do by someone with a strong desire, magic is as docile as a golden retriever puppy. That's what the vessel does. It... Well, it restrains me. You're my tether to reality, keeping me focused and helpful rather than just a destroyer of worlds. And that means I get to hang out with you and have hopes and dreams and stuff. Like, putting a hot tub in your locker."

"Truly a worthy endeavor for a being with infinite cosmic power.," he joked.

"Indeed! The curse notwithstanding, of course."

"Of course." As he exited the school, George's mind was awash with questions, and he asked, "So if you can just, like, create things, could you magic me up some money? Like a fat stack of cash?"

"Probably. The problem is there isn't anything innately sexy about it. It's just a means to an end, and I'm more of an 'ends' kinda girl. So I couldn't just give you a pile of gold coins, but if you get creative with some wishes, maybe some fat stacks will accumulate on their own."

"Ah, so... you're saying I could make money indirectly from a wish then? Like... making a porn site or something?"

She gasped, "Master! Are you insinuating that I should use my incredible abilities of reality manipulation to create something as basic as a website dedicated to sexual gratification? Why, that would be preposterous! I don't... I can't even..." She groaned melodramatically, and said with faux reluctance, "Alright, twist my arm. I'll make you a money-printing porn site for the ages, I guess!"

George couldn't help but chuckle. But then he remembered where he was headed and sobered himself while he marched briskly across the various athletic fields to the football stadium. Shoemaker Stadium had become Stafford's claim to fame since it was finished five years prior. Named for one of the lost princesses, It was a state-of-the-art facility, with enough seating to easily accommodate over ten thousand spectators. Aside from hosting the school's football, track and field, and soccer events, it was occasionally used as a neutral site for minor league contests and commandeered as a fairground. No other high schools within several states had a stadium close to the grandeur afforded to the Stafford Dragons.

The equipment shed was nestled on the far side of the stadium from the school, amongst other outbuildings like concessions and restrooms. However, calling it a shed was misleading since it was large enough to be considered a warehouse. It was two stories tall, with large barn doors swathed in the school's colors of purple and black. George worried he might be early since the team had yet to arrive. But when he tried the entrance at the side of the building, it caught on the jamb and wobbled loudly, but it opened easily enough.

The Genie stopped him before he walked in. "I thought you might like to know that I'm preventing the cameras and stuff from detecting us inside. So don't worry about being watched."

He cringed. Of course, there would be security. Though he wasn't trespassing per se, he wasn't going there for any school-sanctioned activity. "Are you doing that? Or is that just automatic?"

"All me, baby. I'm removing you from the footage frame by frame. Takes a bit of doing, but it's no big, I gotchu."

Natural light poured in through large upstairs windows, highlighting the dust in the air and dimly illuminating a maze of equipment from every sport hosted by Stafford Regional. There were hurdles fully assembled and arranged in tight rows, huge cloth buckets filled with extra balls, piles of field markers of all kinds, field hockey and lacrosse sticks, baseball bats, and other accouterments packed in tightly from wall to wall. Navigating its twisting corridors of sports gear might have been daunting, but one of the paths lacked any dust or debris and was clearly more well-traveled. George followed it to the back of the building.

"So... two questions," Genie began. "First, how are we gonna do this? Second, how long do you think it will take for you two to touch butts?"

"To answer both of your questions, no fucking clue," he said while ducking under a balance beam, "I wanted to appeal to her better nature. I mean, if she finds out someone's in danger, then, of course, she'd want to help, right?"

"Oh, you sweet, sappy honey-baby," she said sarcastically. "Master, this isn't Farah we're dealing with here. From what I can tell, Lacy's more of a survivor than a bleeding heart. And if she's as wound up in the coach's web as we think, she may be too scared to go against him. So unless we make it worth her while, I doubt she'll want to help us."

"Well... I'm winging it, then. Unless you have any advice."

"Hmm," she thought, "stop for a second. Quick huddle."

George stopped next to a palette stacked high with Stafford Regional t-shirts. The Genie appeared next to him in a puff of pink smoke, dressed in a porned-up version of the school's cheerleading uniform with her hair in a fluffy ponytail.

"Gimmee the D!" she squealed. Then, she shimmied into a cute pose and shook her pompoms. Her bodacious body pushed the limits of the sexy outfit, her modesty not a priority.

George smiled. Her infectious exuberance calmed his nerves somewhat, and she was always so easy on the eyes.

"Bring it in, Master." She put an arm on his shoulder and pulled him down, making him bend to her height. Then, a series of nearly identical Genies poofed into being and joined the huddle until the circle was closed. Each had a uniquely colored shock of hair streaking down one side of their face, making it easier to tell them apart. George was now surrounded by an entire squad of Genie cheerleaders, each as sexy as the other.

The original to his left spoke first. "Okay, this one's gonna be a tough nut to crack." The Genie with a red streak in her hair to his right continued, "But, lucky for us, you've got the perfect tool for the job." Then Green asked, "Can you guess what it is?"

He felt the answer was obvious, and he cocked his eyebrow. "It's my dick. You're talking about my dick, aren't you?"

They each giggled a little differently. The original said, "I can guarantee you have the biggest nutcracker she's ever seen." "And it just so happens that our girl is something of a size queen," said Yellow.

George did his best to act like this was normal and asked, "So, you think I should fuck the information out of her?"

"Yes," they all said in unison. "And no," said Black, "she's used to having boys wrapped around her finger. They bore her." Blue continued, "But if you can resist her advances at first and ignore her taunts, she'll start to realize you aren't like those other boys." Red finished, "You're not a cheap thrill. You're a man who can satisfy her. A man she can respect."

"So, you're saying, act like bitches ain't shit, and she'll open up to me? I don't know, Genie. She's been walking all over me for years. I don't think I'm gonna turn that around with one conversation."

Silver spoke next. "But, don't forget, she's no longer under the curse's effects. She'll see you as you are without any outside influence." Back to the original, "Well, except for mine." The rest giggled. "Plus, you're on her team now, and it's her job to take care of her teammates' needs." Green added, "She may not like it, but she knows why she's here. If you flip that around and make it worth her while somehow..." "She'll turn on her Coach," said Black.

"That's a huge if, girls. What if it backfires, and Lacy decides to take this back to Veiss? That might just endanger Piper more."

The Genies traded glances among each other, then shifted their focus back to him. Finally, Pink, who'd been mostly silent until then, said, "You can make a wish."

Of course. George could always just wish that Lacy fall in love with him. Then she'd tell him anything he wanted to know, do anything he wanted her to do. But that was precisely the kind of boundary he couldn't cross. It would be like raping her mind, even if only temporarily.

Then again, wouldn't he be justified if it helped him save another? And if the worst happened, and Piper died because of his inaction, wouldn't that be just as wrong, if not more? George wasn't sure, but he wouldn't let Piper suffer because of some abstract moral quandary. Making a wish like that was akin to dropping a nuke; he'd do it, but only if he had to.

"Alright... Last resort," he said firmly.

"Try not to worry, Master. The art of seduction happens to be one of my specialties," said Red with a wink. Then, Green said, "I'll be there to guide you if you need it. Just remember to be yourself." Silver added, "She's never met anyone like you, George. Not the real you." Finally, Pink said, "She doesn't know it yet, but she's about to hit the jackpot. You're gonna be the best thing that's ever happened to her."

"I don't know about that," said George. However, he liked the sound of it. "Alright, I think I'm ready."

One of the Genies put her hand in the middle, and the rest followed. Then, they all looked at George expectantly.

George rolled his eyes but put his hand on top, saying, "So much cringe."

"Bitches ain't shit, on three!" ordered the original. "One, two, three!"

"Bitches ain't shit!" they shouted as one.

With that, George's merry band of magical cheerleaders turned to smoke and melded into one being. His companion stood before him, looking as ravishing as always, and regarded him proudly. "By the way, I took the liberty of changing your clothes. You need something that shows off the goods." She snapped her delicate fingers, and an ornately decorated full-length mirror framed in solid gold and laced with silver filigree poofed into existence. Then, a spotlight shined down on him from no apparent source, giving George a view of his new duds.

The hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans combo, his go-to for everyday casual, were replaced with expensive-looking workout attire. The charcoal black compression tank hugged his torso like a second skin but left his arms bare. Below that, he wore silky, loose-fitting gray shorts that hung low on his hips. There was no underwear, so the material draped around his dangling cock, giving him tiny brushes of pleasure with every move. On his feet were comfortable, stylish running shoes that lacked any branding.

The Genie broke him out of his thoughts when she started rubbing his cock through his shorts. "Don't mind me. I'm just putting on the finishing touches." She smiled at him through the mirror as her fingers wrapped around him with the soft fabric and gently stroked him a few times. But she stopped quickly, leaving him only partially erect and his manhood more pronounced. "There. That should catch her attention. And I'll keep you from getting harder than this until it's time."

George still needed to get used to seeing his new appearance. And wearing clothes he'd thought he'd never fit into, let alone look good in, took a moment to process. He examined his reflection, expecting it to talk to him like it was somebody else, but it mirrored him as it should. He flexed some more, and his new body obeyed his every command. The strength and power flowing through his blood felt exhilarating yet unfamiliar, like learning to handle a new car.

But even after all the changes to his body, the one thing that stood out to him the most was the white streak of hair that ran from the middle of his hairline to about halfway across his scalp. Everything else he disliked about his appearance had changed, but not this singular detail.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

He flexed the muscles in his arms, chest, and shoulders, making the flesh bulge and tighten. "No, I like it. It's just... why didn't you fix my hair?"

Perplexed, she asked, "What do you mean? You have great hair, Master. Very full and shiny."

"But what about..." he pointed to his perceived deformity.

"Oh, that? What's wrong with it? I think it looks cool." She reached up to run her fingers through it, and George instinctively pulled away from her. The Genie winced, "Oooh, sorry, I didn't realize..."

George fought the growing unease in the pit of his stomach. "Could you, maybe... make it look like the rest of my hair?"

She gave him a gentle smile and said, "As you wish." Then, she waved her hand dramatically across his visage in the mirror. But then, nothing happened.

"What the..." the Genie frowned. She waved her hand back and forth across his face several times while George waited. But no matter how frantically she gestured, the silver shock of hair remained. Finally, she gave up and wrinkled her nose in frustration. "Well, that's just unfair," she pouted.

"The curse?" he asked knowingly.

"I guess so. I'm not sure what else it could be." She looked at him mournfully through the reflection in the mirror and said, "I-I'm sorry, Master."

Eager to change the subject, George gently squeezed her hand and said, "It's okay. Let's go see Lacy."

Continuing through the maze, he eventually came to the back corner of the building, where a makeshift room had been constructed. Some old scaffolding was used as a frame, with a plywood ceiling. The walls were made from chain-link fencing, with faded blue gym mats propped up against them from the inside. It was currently the only source of artificial light in the shed, glowing through the many holes in the shoddy structure in tiny beams.

As he got closer, Lacy's voice came from within. "I'm in here, doofus," she called to him, not bothering to hide her disdain.

He found the opening created by a breach in the fence, summoned his courage, and squeezed through. Inside was an old high jump mat covered in pillows and blankets, more gym mats lining the floor, and a pharmaceutical cabinet tucked in the corner. Hanging from the sagging ceiling were strings of white Christmas lights that drooped like icicles, making the space feel like a big, cozy pillow fort.

Lacy was lying on her stomach in the middle of the big squishy mat, watching something on her phone. She was facing away from him, giving George a decent look at her thick athletic thighs and calves clad in gray knee-high socks, kicking up into the air behind her.

"Make yourself comfortable," she said, sounding nonchalant and uninterested. "Condoms are on the shelf over there. Get your dick ready, and I'll be with you in a minute."

Her confidence and poise were intimidating. George looked briefly at the cabinet and had to stop himself from obeying. Then, bringing his attention back to her, he said, "I, uh... I just came to talk."

"Ugh, I don't do roleplay," she said disdainfully.

"She does so," said the Genie.

George tried again. "Lacy, I'm serious. I really need to talk to you, and not in a sexy way."

Lacy tossed her phone to the side with a huff. Then, she tucked her knees under her and arched her back in a languid cat-like stretch, effectively showing off her perky ass clad in gray shorts so tight that it looked like they'd been specially designed to separate her cheeks and display them individually. Her well-honed rump was as incredible as his companion's.

Then, Lacy sat up and stretched her arms over her head, letting George watch her back muscles flex in contrast to the flare of her hips. She turned, scooted to the edge of the mat, and posed, giving George a moment to bask in her glory. Instead of her chili-sodden school clothes, Lacy wore a purple and black sports bra that smooshed her big breasts close to her chest. George was impressed by the definition of her muscles, especially her abs. Her long platinum blonde hair was split into a double French braid, probably because of how many times she had to wash it.

Whatever plan George might have had going into her lair was quickly forgotten. Of course, he'd always known that Lacy was hot. But he didn't realize just how smolderingly gorgeous she was until then. It was common knowledge that she'd had some work done over the summer, and it showed in her plump lips and huge, firm tits. She had her hands behind her on the mat with her back arched, making their perfectly round shape and hard nipples even more prominent.

Though she had clearly intended for George to stare, Lacy grimaced when she caught him leering. "Well... here we are," she said.

"Stay calm, Master. You're here for Piper, remember?" his companion said.

Upon hearing her name, George snapped out of his lustful thoughts. "Nice to see you too, Lacy," he forced himself to say.

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him disapprovingly. "I bet you think this is really funny, huh? Yesterday, we were enemies. Today, we're teammates. And you get to have me until practice is over." Then she smirked and said, "This must be a dream come true."

George knew if he let Lacy walk all over him like she always had, he'd never find out anything useful. So he stood straighter and said, "I'm not laughing. And we aren't enemies. Honestly, I don't want to be here anymore than you do."

"Pfft," she scoffed. "What, too good for this?" She turned around, stood on her toes, and raised her right knee onto the plush mat. Then she reached back to grab one of her plump ass cheeks, spreading them slightly, showing him the outline of her pussy lips through her tight shorts.

"How bout now, big boy?" she cooed with smoldering eyes. "Still wanna be somewhere else?"

"Damn," gawked the Genie.

Her firm teenage ass might have been irresistible to lesser men. Indeed, if George wasn't in a hurry, he would definitely have been tempted. He swallowed hard and said, "Alright, you're hot. I wasn't trying to insult you. But for real, I'm not here for that."

Lacy undid her sexy pose and turned around. Her annoyance with him was obvious while she plotted her next move. Then, her face lit up with an idea. "Oh, I get it. You're more of a boob guy, aren't you? I've seen you stare." She sauntered forward and ran her hands up her curves and over her breasts. Then, she squeezed them roughly while pinching her nipples through her sports bra. "They're nice and big, right? I'm a triple D now if you're curious." She got closer and pulled the band down to bare her cleavage while she pushed them up and together. Then, with a sexy grin, she said, "Go on, have a feel. Everybody loves tits."

He didn't know about everybody, but George certainly did. "They're very nice, Lacy, but could you please just..."

Undaunted, Lacy crept closer until her breasts were squashed against him and continued, "Oh c'mon, Georgie Boy, haven't you always wanted a piece of this? Now that you're a Dragon, you can have me anytime you want." She turned suddenly and ground her butt against his crotch. Then, she guided his hands to her stomach and over the swell of her tits. George squeezed them softly without thinking, making Lacy adopt a satisfied smirk. "Better get in line, though. I'm in high demand these days."

George could hardly believe that Lacy Summers, unanimously considered the hottest girl in school, was practically dry-humping him while he had her mouth-watering tits in his hands. If this had been under different circumstances, he might have tried to enjoy himself, though not without the nagging feeling that he was being manipulated. Instead, he grabbed her shoulders and backed away. "Yeah, that's great and all, but I need your help with something right now."

"Oh, I can tell," she said in a cutesy voice. She turned toward him and began sliding her hands down his shoulders and chest. "You're so tense. Why don't you let me help you with that? It's my duty as team manager, after all." She reached for his cock and squeezed it roughly, then gasped. Surprised by his size, she let her mouth hang open in shock. George watched as she bit her lip longingly, then regained her composure as she began stroking him.

Her experience was evident, and George exhaled sharply as his cock begged to swell further in her hands. Lacy spoke in a husky whisper. "Coach told me to give you extra special service. We have three hours, but I bet you won't last five minutes." Lacy put her nose to his neck and sniffed. She looked surprised and purred, "Mmmm. You smell amazing."

The Genie cut through the tension with her own arousal, her voice quivering. "Um, Master, are you sure we don't want to rip her clothes off and ravish her? Would that be so bad?"

"I thought you told me to stay calm."

"You can stay calm if you want, but I'm gonna simp, and you can't stop me."

"Traitor," he grumbled. However, her silliness helped him stay grounded, allowing him to see Lacy's advances for what they were.

As Lacy began teasing the stretchy waistband of his shorts, George grabbed her wrists and pushed them down to her sides. "I said no, Lacy," he scolded. "Put your tits away for a minute, and listen to me." Then, worried that he had angered her, George added, "Um, please?"

Her sultry expression turned nasty on a dime. She yanked her wrists free of his grasp and backed away. "Oh my God, you are so annoying!" she whined. "Fine. What do you want to talk about? You wanna flirt some more? You wanna pretend I'm your sister? Whatever! Just hurry up and fuck me so I can..."

George interrupted her tirade and shouted, "Lacy!"

"What!"

He lowered his voice and pleaded, "I need your help."

Lacy stopped and was now confused as well as annoyed. George seized his chance to say what he needed to say. "A girl from our class has gone missing, and I have good reason to think Mr. Veiss is behind it. If you know anything, I need you to tell me before something awful happens to her."

Lacy covered her mouth as the color drained from her face. Her eyes darted about as a sudden realization came to her. Then, frightened, she looked to a spot up and behind him to his right. Her panic told him he was on the right track, so he pressed further.

"You're the team's den-mother. You're at every practice, every game, and probably every meeting. I'm not accusing you, but..."

Lacy lunged forward and put her hand over his mouth to show him. "He's watching," she whispered.

"She's worried about the cameras," said the Genie. "There's one pointed at you right now. Doesn't seem to be working at the moment, though. Too bad."

Thinking quickly, George said, "It's okay. I scrambled the surveillance before I came in here, so there won't be any usable footage of us."

She was taken aback. "You can do that?" she asked.

George nodded. It was a little true.

Her panic lessened, and she relaxed. "You some kind of dark web, black hat, super-hacker or something?"

"Not exactly," he said.

Lacy took a deep breath and began pacing back and forth in front of the mat. Though her immediate sense of danger had passed, she still seemed stressed, near sick with worry. It was a side of her that George didn't think he'd ever see. Eventually, she sat back on the high jump mat, slouching this time instead of posing. She seemed almost like an ordinary young woman rather than a dolled-up sex kitten.

"Ugh... This has to be the weirdest day of my fucking life," she muttered. "Look, loser, you don't know what you're asking me. I could get in serious trouble for telling you anything. Like dire, life-ruining, dead-in-a-ditch trouble. And no offense, but I wouldn't help your big stup..." She stopped and scanned him from head to toe. "Were you always that big? Nevermind. I can't help you. So whatever you think you know, just forget about it. She's probably just lost or something."

"Bullshit," he said firmly. "I'm a moron, and all it took was one conversation with him to know he's shady. Your teammates had a meeting this morning, and they talked about something that scared the crap out of 'em. Something about a girl being taken."

"I get it! Okay? Look, it's probably not that big a deal. And if it's Coach, then... it doesn't matter. She'll... probably turn up. You're overreacting."

George folded his arms and frowned. "So that's it? A girl from our school goes missing, and we should just forget about it. You're okay with that?"

"Oh god, spare me the guilt trip," she groaned. "Look, don't get me wrong, I'm all about the anime protagonist energy you're showing, but I'm not gonna risk getting on Coach's bad side because you suddenly decided to grow a pair."

She was afraid of Veiss, and that was something he could use. "Wow, Lacy. Just... wow. I always knew you were a bitch, but I didn't think you were a coward."

His words struck a nerve. Lacy jumped to her feet and shouted, "Fuck off! You don't know shit about me! You have no idea what I've been through!"

"Oh yeah? Does any of it justify what might happen to Piper if she isn't found?" He moved closer and made sure he met her furious gaze. "Is your college education worth her life?"

She scowled at him. "How do you know about that?"

"I hear things," he said dismissively, hoping she wouldn't pry further. "Tell me, how much are you willing to sacrifice so the illustrious Coach Veiss can have another winning season?"

Lacy's expression hardened. "Is that what you think this is about? Winning high school football games?" She shook her head and chuckled. "You're even dumber than I thought."

"So educate me. Help me, and I can help you."

"Help me? Pfft! You're just a weak-ass pussy bitch. How could you possibly help me?"

George pointed to the camera. "You know all that footage Coach has of you? I can make it all disappear."

She rolled her eyes incredulously. "Okay, Hacker Man. First, I don't buy that even a little. Second, you hate my guts. And third, so what? They'll just make more. Are you gonna delete me in the cloud from now until the summer?"

"Yes."

"Exact... wait, what?"

"You help me now, and I'll make sure that every jpeg, gif, and video that shows you in a compromising situation is deleted before anyone can see it."

"You're serious?"

"Genie, I wish that any media containing Lacy in any sexual act be lost and any in the future is garbled and unwatchable."

After a quick tingle, the Genie commented, "Master, just a reminder, she hasn't actually agreed to help you yet."

"I know I may seem like a loser, but I... I know people. People with the power to... manipulate the algorithm." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone in an attempt to sell the theatrics. "One call, and you'll be secure until the end of the school year."

Lacy rubbed her forehead in frustration. "George..." she trailed off as she considered her position. Then, finally, she said, "It's not that simple. First, I need that scholarship. I'm broke as fuck, and my mom is useless. When I tried to get another one, I was rejected."

George tried to intervene. "But..."

"Second," she cut him off, "Coach has done a lot for me. Okay? He helped me when no one else would. Thanks to him and Farah, I have a future. I can't just throw that away. And third, you don't know him like I do. He's ruthless. If he finds out I did anything other than rock your world...."

"He won't find out. Not from me. Look, just tell me what's really going on here. The way you talk about him, it's like he's head of the mafia or something. I mean, he's just a high school teacher, right?"

"Just a... Urgh!" she groaned. "He runs the single best high school football program in the country! By himself! And most of his players get full rides to great schools and/or go to the pros! He's a fucking legend! My God, don't you pay attention to anything?"

"Yeah, I know all that, but that's still just football."

"Football is money, you idiot!" Lacy got up and began stomping around the room as she spoke. "Players from our school don't get scouted the usual way. Coach auctions them off. Schools bid for whoever they can get. Players get a full ride, the coach makes a huge payday, the school gets more famous and more funding, and everybody's happy. And what happens after some of them get to the next level? They have Veiss to thank. I don't know why, but they pay him a part of their salaries, like a... fucking tithe or something."

"A tithe? Is it some kind of cult?"

"I don't know. More like a fraternity, maybe? I've heard them talking about rites and rituals and shit. He and some of the alumni get together sometimes for parties and stuff. He's got friends everywhere, and people who get in his way end up either ruined or... Fuck, I'm not even supposed to know this much. I can't believe I'm even telling you this!" She spun around and dramatically collapsed on the mat.

"Keep her talking," coached the Genie. "She wants to tell you. I can feel it. She's been wanting to tell someone for weeks now. Be gentle."

George sat beside her on the edge of the mat and spoke softly, "Look, Lacy, I'm worried too, alright? I am. I'm in this now just as much as you are. When I told him I wasn't interested in playing, he threatened my family... what's left of it." He turned to look at her, but she just stared up at the ceiling in surrender. "And I don't hate your guts, by the way. I'm sorry if I put you in danger, but I've gotta find Piper, and you're the only person I can turn to."

Lacy grumbled. "Are you sure about this? Do you really think Coach would risk his empire to kidnap some girl?"

George bristled when she referred to Piper as some girl. As if she needed to be something else to matter. "I overheard some of the guys talking. They were freaking out about something Coach told them and mentioned something about a maiden and a kidnapping."

"They actually used the word maiden?" she asked. George nodded.

"Whoever it was is fucking crazy. If Coach finds out..." she trailed off.

"Yeah, they mentioned that too. They were really spooked. Anyway, I found out later that Piper didn't come home yesterday. Turns out, I was the last person who saw her before she went missing."

"Piper, huh? That nerdy redhead with the hipster glasses and the wardrobe from Goodwill? She your girlfriend or something?"

"No," he said wistfully. "She's just someone who doesn't deserve to disappear. If it were someone else, I'd be just as worried."

"Hmm. It might be a sex thing. That would explain why Coach didn't tell me about it since I'm not, ya know... a maiden. I don't know if I should be insulted or grateful that it's not me." Lacy chuckled but then got quiet. She stared blankly at the Christmas lights strung along the ceiling as if it were the night sky and pondered her situation.

"Nobody would care if it was me," she said with a vacant tone.

George knew that Lacy often leaned toward melodrama, but something about how she said it echoed a feeling George knew all too well: self-loathing.

He couldn't help himself. "I would."

She scoffed. "Shut up."

"You shut up," he countered.

She actually laughed. "Okay yeah, your dumbass probably would."

The two sat in strained silence, seemingly unsure where to go next. It was Lacy who eventually broke the tension. "Can I ask you a weird question?"

"Sure," he said.

"Remember at lunch, right before my chili facial?"

He winced. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I swear I didn't know they were gonna do that."

"Oh, you have no idea how sorry you are. Do you know how hard it is to wash chili out of your hair? I needed a friend to pick out the meat chunks!" Lacy had to stop and redirect herself before she launched into another tirade. "No, I meant before that. When you danced with me."

George had to think for a second before remembering a brief twirl and a low dip. "Oh, that. Yeah, I remember. Not much of a dance."

"Yeah, well..." She sat up and coyly asked, "So, you can dance?"

"Me? No way," he blurted out.

Suddenly, George felt the Genie's phantom finger flick his ear. "Master!" she hissed.

"... Can I resist the urge to dance!" he quickly added. "But I, uh... I've never had lessons or anything."

"No? Where'd those fancy moves come from then?"

George was caught off guard and struggled to answer. "I don't know. I was in the moment, following my instincts. I saw you and... I don't know. It just came over me all of a sudden."

She seemed lost in thought for a minute. She sighed and then briefly checked something on her phone. Then, with cat-like grace, Lacy rearranged herself to lay on the mat next to George's thigh and propped herself up with her hand. And then, Lacy did something that really unnerved him. She flashed him her seductive smile. The only time George saw her do that was when she was about to make his life more complicated.

"What?" he asked nervously.

"Nothing," she said innocently. "So let's say, hypothetically, that I did know something. If I tell you, what's in it for me?"

"What do you mean? I told you I'd delete all of your footage."

"You're going to do that anyway, just to make sure I don't go to Coach right now and tell him what you're up to."

He sighed. There was the Lacy he was used to. Cold and calculating even without the curse, but at least he'd already handled that wrinkle. "Alright, done. So, what else do you want? Aside from the satisfaction of potentially saving someone's life."

She crawled off the mat and began pacing around the room, dramatically stroking her chin. "Well, let me see. What do I want? I mean, this is some seriously juicy information. Not to mention dangerous. If Coach finds out that either of us knows what I'm about to tell you... well, let's not even go there. Suffice it to say, you would owe me, big time."

"I know. I'll... buy you a new jacket," said George, unsure how he would pay for it.

"Hmph," she scoffed, folding her arms and jutting her hip. "Do you have any idea how many of those jackets I have? One for every game we win. Coach likes me to wear them when we... when we celebrate. No. I think I deserve something much more fun." She got closer, placed her hands on her hips, and stared down her nose at him. "You are going to be my bitch."

George's eyes went wide. "What?"

She leaned forward and poked his chest with a stiff, manicured finger. "You heard me. For the rest of the school year, you will do exactly what I tell you, exactly when I tell you to do it. And when I give you an order, you will answer, 'As you wish."

"Yes! Step on me, Mommy!" cried the Genie.

"Genie."

"What? She's hot."

"Bitches ain't shit, remember?"

"Ooh, right. Sorry." She clicked her tongue while she pondered. "From what I can tell, she doesn't want to boss more people around. She just thinks she does. And hasn't she bossed you around enough already? Hmm, what to do... Reframe it! Yeah, that's it. Offer her the same thing, but make it your idea on your terms."

"I'll do my best."

Lacy glared at him. "What's with that look? Are you paying attention, slave?"

"Yeah, I'm listening. I'm just... unimpressed," George replied. "I mean, I'm practically your bitch already. And I'm sure you have plenty of boy toys that would walk through fire if you pout hard enough. You've got me by the balls, and that's the best you can come up with?"

"Hmm, you're right," thought Lacy. "And the last thing I need is another manchild to look after. I swear, I spend almost all my spare time picking up after these goons, doing gear checks, making sure their homework's done, hooking them up with my friends." She began pacing around the room again, lost in her latest tantrum. "I'm practically kissing boo-boos at this point. Not to mention all the other things I have to put in my mouth. And I still have to manage the team statistics, which, by the way, is my actual job. It gets old, real quick."

George was getting exhausted just listening to her. "Man, that sounds really stressful."

"Right? And I still have my own life to deal with!" She huffed melodramatically. However, she quickly became apologetic. "But, I mean... they're my friends. I guess? They have my back. It's fun to throw their weight around sometimes, but..." she stopped mid-sentence, as that point didn't sway her much.

Then, her fury returned. "And today, I'm busy cleaning disgusting ass chili out of my hair when I get a text from Coach telling me to give you the special. I'm already feeling gross, and now I have to get myself all dolled up again so I can let George freaking Everhart put his tiny dick in my ass. I mean, can you imagine?"

"Yeah... imagine."

"And now, you show up, going full anime on me, telling me that my boss is a kidnapper? I don't want to be involved in this! I don't want to kidnap anybody! I want to leave this stupid town, earn my degree, and move on with my life!" With that, Lacy flung herself at George and landed face-down across his lap, her legs hanging off one end and her arms the other. "I'm just so fucking done," she whimpered.

George was stunned. "Wow... I'm sorry, Lacy. That sounds really rough."

He heard her sniffle and say, "Thank you."

When she didn't move, George had the awkward task of figuring out what to do with his hands. There wasn't much room for him, with Lacy sprawled across his legs. "Uh, Genie, what should I...."

"Oh! Rub her shoulders a little. Don't go too crazy, though."

After a few false starts, George eventually found the crook of her neck and gently squeezed. Lacy seemed to calm down some and moaned appreciatively. "You can keep doing that," she said softly.

"Uh, as you wish," he replied.

George rubbed her shoulders and back for the next few minutes while the Genie gave him pointers. It was an awkward angle, but with his companion's guidance, George had Lacy groaning calmly with just about everything he did. He was careful not to roam too far from home base, though. He didn't want her to think he meant this to be erotic, thereby breaking the spell.

"Superb, Master. She loves this," said the Genie.

"Yeah, I guess everyone needs their back rubbed sometimes. Even tough girls like her." And as he worked, he began to realize something. Lacy reminded George of himself just a few days before. Stressed out, overwhelmed, with nobody to talk to. He doubted she shared her activities with her best friend, Farah. And from the amount of venting he had just weathered, she must not have been able to let it out for a while. Of course, Lacy had more mental fortitude than George, but he understood loneliness when he saw it.

"So, Lacy?"

"Yeah," she said absently.

"Counter offer," he began. "Tell me what you know. Help me find Piper, and I'll... take care of you."

He had to wait several long moments before she responded. "Wha..." she asked, confused.

"Just hear me out. You spend all day chasing after your boys, telling them what to do, nagging them, worrying about them. Yet, you seem to care a lot more than they do."

"Ugh, you're so right," she huffed. "What about my needs, dammit!"

"Exactly. Wouldn't having someone you didn't have to worry about would be nice? Someone to help you with your stress? Let you vent? Other things?" He rubbed the middle of her back, then grazed his fingernails across her skin, making her shiver.

"Ooh, that's nice," she cooed. "Go under my top, near the elastic."

George was surprised at how comfortable she was with him touching her so much. However, he thought it best not to overthink it. "As you wish." Then he slipped his fingers under the elastic band and scratched lightly. He could feel the impressions on her skin left behind by the tight sports bra and itched around them.

Lacy was in heaven. "Oh my God, that's so good. A little harder, please."

"How's that," he asked as he applied more pressure.

"Perfect," she moaned. But then she stopped him, saying, "Hold up."

George took his hands away as Lacy got up. He worried he'd pushed a little too far. But then, Lacy reached under her top and peeled it off, letting her breasts tumble in the open air. Then, she tossed the garment aside and seemed totally comfortable being topless before him. However, she quickly gathered her boobs together and held them up with one arm before George could leer for too long. Then, she turned around, sat her perfect teenage ass in his lap, leaned forward, and said, "Continue."

"As you wish," he said, trying not to sound too enthralled. His new angle gave him better access to her body, and the view was spectacular. Her skin was supple and soft, with a healthy sun-kissed glow not unlike his companion. Aside from a few beauty marks, the only imperfections were the creases left behind from her bra. George focused his attention there and continued his soothing back scratch.

"Mmm-hmm," she purred whenever he found a new itchy spot.

Feeling bolder, George asked, "Does that feel good?"

"Oh yeah. Keep going. I'll tell you when to stop." She was beginning to sound groggy like she was falling into a trance.

George took his time and said very little, allowing her to mull over his proposal while he focused on the simple pleasure of a back scratch. However, he didn't expect the sudden twinge of nostalgia. He briefly traveled back in his memories to simpler days, watching cartoons with his half-sister, April. She was a few years older and off in college now, but back when she lived with them, before the accident, she used to playfully demand head and back scratches whenever they viewed something. April would tease and boss him around, but she was always much happier and more pleasant after spending time with his magic fingers. In fact, that was what she called him, Fingers. It was a lovely memory. One he hadn't thought about in a long time.

His reverie was interrupted when Lacy said, "Question."

"Go ahead," he replied.

"Let's say you find what's-her-face...."

"Piper," he corrected.

"Whatever. You find her... what then? What are you gonna do? Go to the law? To the socials?"

He hadn't thought that far ahead but knew that the police were a dead end. Even if he told Lizzie, like he promised he would, with what George was learning about Coach Veiss, that might just put her in danger. He felt it would be irresponsible to tell no one, but he had nobody to turn to, at least not quickly.

When George didn't answer right away, Lacy seized his indecision. "I thought so..."

"I'll go get her," he blurted out.

"Hah!" she mocked. Then, she turned around just enough to see his face. "You'll go get her? This isn't an anime, George. You aren't a noble knight out to rescue the princess from a dragon."

"I know p..."

"People. Right, you mentioned that." Then, Lacy leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder. George struggled not to look down at her generous cleavage overflowing from behind her arm. "These people you know had better be SEAL team six. Because if what I heard is right, you'll need more than the power of anime to make this happen."

As much as he hated to admit it, Lacy had a point. He had no idea what he was doing. And even with the Genie's power, with her weakened by the curse, George wasn't sure if it would be enough. But, knowing what he knew, with the power he had at his disposal, doing nothing would haunt him for the rest of his life.

"I'll find a way," he said firmly.

"And what if you can't," she countered.

"Then I'll... I'll make one."

Lacy took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, making a raspberry with her enhanced lips. Then she got up to switch positions, turning around to straddle his lap, her big tits just under his chin. George rested his hands on her thighs and struggled to maintain eye contact. "Alright, loser, counter, counteroffer. I'm shocked to be saying this, but I like your idea. I'm tired of being the one who just gives and gives all the time, and sometimes, I just need a fucking break. So, I want Sunday morning."

George shifted his weight and asked, "Sunday morning? Why then?"

She sneered, "Because, dimwit, games are on Saturdays. Then there's the after-party, and that's my primetime, which makes Sunday my day off. Wait, you're not religious, are you?"

"Uh, no."

"Thank God," she said dramatically. "So, you'll do whatever the fuck I want from eight am to noon. From now until the end of the season. And I mean anything. I want to be treated like a fucking queen. If I'm hungry, you'll feed me. If I need to throw up, you'll hold my hair back. If I'm horny, you'll..."

George raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

From Lacy's cute, flustered expression, he could tell she didn't mean to include that last one, but instead of correcting herself, she doubled down. "You'll perform. And I'm keeping the "as you wish" thing. I like the way you say that. It pleases me."

"And if I agree to all this, you'll help me find Piper?" he asked.

"Not so fast." Lacy took her arm away from her breasts and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. "First things first. I want that footage gone before we do anything."

He was about to reach for his phone and pretend to call somebody but thought it might make him look cooler if he didn't have to. "I, uh... I already did it."

She glared at him, clearly unconvinced.

"For serious. I did it twenty minutes ago. See for yourself."

"Hand me my phone. It's behind you." George felt around and managed to find the slim device without looking. She snatched it from him and deftly navigated to some dark corner of the internet.

While she worked, George asked the Genie, "You got it all, right?"

"Master, please. It was barely an effort. Not even a trifle."

Sure enough, Lacy looked up at him, shocked. "How did you..." she marveled as she returned to her phone and scrolled around. "You corrupted my own selfies. How the hell?"

"I'm not entirely useless," he quipped.

"Hmm. So it would seem." She unconsciously wetted her lips as she thought about something briefly, then focused back on him. A genuine smile crept over her, and she said, "You know, this is not what I was expecting."

Her smile was less unnerving this time. "I'm afraid to even ask. But what did you expect?"

She shifted up his body so that her hard little nipples were right at eye level. "When Coach told me you were coming, I threw up in my mouth a little. One little video, and suddenly, he thinks you're dragon material. But to me, you were nothing but a smelly virgin weirdo sneaking panty shots and faking tummy aches to get out of class. But, I'm like, whatever. I'll flash my tits and shake my ass, and you'd be cumming in your pants so fast that I'd have time to finish my book before practice is over." Then she dropped her soft rump in his lap and began grinding against his semi-hard cock. She leaned in and whispered, "I had to work myself up before you got here, just in case... you know."

George rubbed her smooth thighs. "And now?" he asked.

"And now..." Lacy lunged forward until her lips were almost on his. George opened his mouth in anticipation of a steamy kiss and felt her hot breath on his tongue before she stopped. "I'm horny as fuck."

"Master," the Genie whispered, "I'm gonna go ahead and turn your cock back on, k?"

George said nothing, but his cock responded immediately, hardening so fast it made Lacy jump when it swung up between the layers of her magnificent cake.

"Oh!" she squealed. "Looks like someone's not too good for me after all. About damn time." After fiddling with her phone for a few moments, some smooth, lo-fi hip-hop began playing from a small speaker in the corner cabinet. Then, using George's strong neck, Lacy hung back and ground her hips into his lap. Her entire body writhed on top of him in a choreographed, well-practiced tease. She had a lot of ground to cover now that he'd hardened to his full length, and she used all of it as a stage. Her cheeks flushed, and her breathing carried soft little moans, which got louder as she worked herself up.

"Master, you can touch her back. She's not expecting it, but she wants it."

"Alright," he swallowed. "Any particular way?"

"No. Do what comes naturally. She's going to love it, I promise."

He didn't have to think very hard about what he wanted to touch first. Lacy had been chesty since puberty and had become very popular as a result. George may not have liked her personality much, but he couldn't deny how sexy Lacy turned out to be. And now, with her knockers enhanced further, she'd taken herself out of girl next door territory and into fuck bunny country. They seemed unnaturally full and perky but maintained a soft and supple bounce. They were wonders of medical engineering, and she wielded them masterfully.

George slid his big soft hands up her thighs and hips, grabbed her huge tits, and mauled them roughly. Lacy was caught unaware and gasped. But before she could protest, George pulled her close, took one of her nipples into his mouth, and swirled his wet, velvety tongue around it.

"Oooh, yes! Oh yeah, suck on my tits! Oh my God!"

Taking her reactions as clues, George played rough with those oversized melons, rubbing and squeezing with his hands, licking and sucking with his mouth. He felt the rush of adrenaline and a surge of lust make his cock flex into her moistening cuntlips. That primal beast he'd indulged just a few hours ago was already thrashing against its civilized confines, yearning to pound the ever-living fuck out of her until she was a whimpering pile of meat.

Lacy giggled seductively. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you, nerd. All this time, I thought you were just a dumb, oafish pervert, but you've been holding out on me, haven't you." She reached behind her, grabbed his cock, still clad in his shorts, and pressed it against her ass until she was jerking it with her cheeks. When she spoke, her words were drenched in a sexy, subtle purr. "I've been around. I know what boys like you want. You're playing nice for now, but I know. You'd give anything to bend me over on this mat and ram your hard cock deep inside me. There's a repressed sexual demon within you that needs to ruin my tight little pussy. To hear me cry out your name while you unload a gallon of baby batter deep in my womb. Am I on the pill? Fuck it, who cares."

"Oh, fuck," moaned the Genie, who was somehow getting herself off, even as a spirit.

George was in awe of how comfortable she was with her sexuality. This was a woman, like the Genie, who understood her power and wasn't ashamed to use it. But he had to stay in control. He wasn't there to get his rocks off. He needed to convince Lacy to do the right thing and help Piper, even against her own interests. However, for George, this wasn't just about finding Piper anymore. They were laying the groundwork for their relationship going forward, and what George truly wished for was to be the best thing to ever happen to her.

He released her nipple with a pop and dragged his tongue around her oversized funbags and into her deep cleavage, planting kisses wherever he went. Lacy held on to the back of his head, her fingers entwined in his hair. "Counter, counter, counteroffer," he said when his mouth wasn't full of tit.

"Urgh!" she growled. "What is it now?"

"I'll give you everything. The footage, the Sundays, and more. Anything else you want."

Lacy bounced in his lap. "Yes? Anything?"

George gazed hungrily into her eyes and replied in a husky voice, "Anything. But, you have to ask me nicely."

Suddenly, George felt her body shiver. The Genie commented, "Ooh, you struck gold there, Master. Her pussy just melted."

Lacy threw her head back to mask her pleasurable outburst and groaned, feigning indignation. "You've got to be kidding me! Here I am, offering myself up to you on a silver platter, your big gorilla hands groping me, and that's still not enough for you?"

Her whining was enough to let George's primal desires take over very briefly. He grabbed her perfect ass with both hands and shifted her around until the head of his cock was mashing into her clit. Her eyes went wide, and she squealed, amazed at his brazenness. If not for the layers of fabric in the way, he'd have been balls deep inside her, and she knew it.

His lust for her begged to take over. George held her gaze and whispered. "It's not enough. It'll never be enough."

Lacy's mouth hung open in astonishment. This wasn't the same George Everhart she'd abused for years. He was no longer the pathetic, shy boy who wouldn't fight back no matter how badly she treated him or how much she wanted him to. Instead, she was now in the clutches of a frighteningly powerful beast, and she'd never been so excited.

But Lacy was never one to just agree to anything. The compulsion to have the last word was strong. So, she quickly came up with one final stipulation. "Okay, okay, okay!" Suddenly, Lacy grabbed a fist full of his hair and painfully yanked his head back. "Slow your roll, big boy. We have a deal. But let me make something abundantly clear. If you piss me off, get in my way, or tell anybody about this, I'll tell Coach what you're up to. And trust me, if it's my word against yours, my tits are way better."

The Genie giggled. "Aw, she's so cute when she's vulnerable, acting like this is some kind of chore. Don't be fooled, Master. The girl is desperate for you. Ms. Summers doesn't know it yet, but she belongs in your harem." George felt the Genie's phantom fingers stroking his face, her hot breath on his ear. "It's inevitable."

Upon hearing the Genie's sultry voice announce his impending victory, George could only grin. The pain from his scalp was intense, but George was no stranger to pain, and this little tug was nothing for him. At the curse's peak, he'd endured worse washing his own hair. Indeed, looking back, all the pain and misery Lacy had subjected him to seemed petty by comparison. More importantly, he'd found a path forward that didn't require him to subvert Lacy's free will. Despite his inclinations to the contrary, he was proud of himself.

Lacy tightened her grip on his hair and pulled a little harder. "Well, Georgie boy? Will you show me how far you'll go for a maiden in distress? Will you be my toy?"

With his cock hard and his conscience assuaged, George crooned the magic words. "As you wish."

She immediately let go of his hair and began brushing it gently instead. She gazed hungrily into his eyes and purred, "I really like the way you say that."

He gazed back. "I'm here to please. Now, about Piper..."

"What? Are you in a hurry?" she asked playfully.

"A little bit, yeah."

Lacy looked away, cowed slightly by George's focus not being squarely on her. But she regained her composure quickly. "Oh, chill out. I'll tell you. I just want to play with you first. You're not denying me, are you?"

George detected a hint of insecurity in her voice and sought to reassure her. "I won't deny you. I'm yours. It's just... clock is ticking."

"Well then, while I have you, I'd better make good use of you." With that, Lacy slid off his lap and backed away a few steps. "Stand up," she commanded. However, when George began to stand, she raised her hand to stop him. "Ah ah ah, what do you say when I want something?"

George rolled his eyes but complied regardless. "As you wish," he replied in a low voice. All the while, he kept thinking that every moment spent playing with Lacy was one fewer he had to find Piper.

She could hardly contain her excitement as her grin widened. "Socks and shoes, lose 'em."

"Oooh, she didn't ask nicely, Master. Cockslap this ho!"

George sniggered at the Genie's outburst, prompting Lacy to ask, "Something funny?"

He recovered and replied, "You didn't ask very nicely."

Lacy stared daggers at him and scowled.

But George didn't budge. "That was our deal," he shrugged.

Flustered, Lacy had to take a few moments to figure out how to proceed. Asking nicely clearly didn't come naturally to her. She figured it out, finally, and said, "Would you... would you please take your socks and shoes off?" The words seemed painful.

"As you wish." He obeyed, kicking his shoes into the corner and hopping clumsily as he pulled off his socks. "Just so you know, I don't need you to be so formal."

"Fine, whatever," she sneered. "You're shirt, um..." she fidgeted a bit, then scooped her breasts back up in her arm, covering them. "I'd like you to take your shirt off."

George hesitated out of reflexive embarrassment. He'd always seen himself as hideous, and others' comments only reinforced that notion. The Genie picked up on his negative thoughts and threw him her support. "You're hot, Master. She wants to see you without clothes because she thinks you're hot. Stand tall. Be proud. Because she has no idea how incredible her new toy really is. And I'm not just talking about your body."

He swallowed, then again said, "As you wish." He reached under the hem of his tight tank top and took a deep breath before slowly peeling it over his head, revealing muscular definition in his chest and abdominals. He tossed the shirt into a pile with his socks and shoes and fought back a chill that swept over him.

George's overall frame hadn't changed much. He had always been tall and broad and big-boned. But now, he was much more defined, with deep lines carving down to his pelvis and leading into his low-hanging shorts. He had the bad habit of slouching, but the Genie reminded him to stand tall, so he did.

Lacy looked him up and down, trying to stay aloof like she was an appraiser in an art gallery. But she couldn't help but chew her lower lip and run a hand up to the back of her neck as the lustful thoughts broke through her tough girl facade.

George noticed Lacy's arousal and felt a small amount of pride creep up on him. "Does this please you, Mistress?" he asked.

She spoke as if in a daze. "You can't tell with those smelly hoodies you wear, but you look really..." She stopped as she suddenly realized she was supposed to be in control, and her resting bitch face returned. "Okay... You're just okay. Which is better than I thought, but that isn't saying much, so don't think about it too hard." Her gaze finally lowered to his package. "I want to see it." Then, she looked him in the eyes and said, "Take out your cock, slowly, and give me a good up-close look. Let's see what I have to work with."

Suddenly, Lacy yelped as her legs turned to jelly, and she fell to her knees before him. George was about to ask if she was okay, but the Genie stopped him. "You should be on your knees for this, girl. And Master, I think she could've said that a bit nicer, don't you think?"

Lacy was trying to stand up but stopped when George stepped forward until the tent in his shorts was mere inches from her nose. She looked up at him nervously but smiled as he pulled his shorts down a few inches until the base of his shaft was visible. Her big blue eyes locked on his cock as she bit her lip in restless anticipation.

He stopped. "What do you say?"

"Please," she said without any fuss.

"Make her say it," the Genie pleaded. "I need to hear her say it, Master."

George was worried this might be too pedantic but trusted the Genie. "Please, what?"

To his surprise, Lacy didn't protest. Instead, she stared at the obscene outline of his throbbing dick through his shorts and swallowed. "Would you please... show me that big hard cock?"

"As you wish," he said finally. He reached into his shorts, took hold of the base, and flipped its fully engorged length into view just a breath away from Lacy's devouring eyes.

She inhaled sharply, moaning as she took in his scent. "Oh my God," she whispered. "H-How is it...? It's so fucking huge." She reached out and tried to get her fingers around it, but they couldn't quite touch. "I can't believe..." she trailed off as she delighted in the difficulty she had manipulating it.

But then, she remembered herself and sneered, "Yes, congrats. You have a big dick. It's whatever. I've seen way bigger."

"Yeah, in that monster rape hentai you love getting off to," quipped the Genie.

She hefted his shaft up against his stomach and inspected his trimmed sack. "Holy fuck, and these balls," she gasped. Then, without thinking, Lacy lunged forward, nuzzled her nose against his magically enhanced package, and breathed in deeply. His shaft rested on her face while she used both hands to cup and fondle him. "They're... mmph... way to big..." Then, as if in a trance, she closed her eyes and let them drag across her beautiful features, whimpering with lust.

"She's really into this," remarked George.

"Lacy happens to be one of those lucky girls who really likes how a man's package looks and smells. You're enjoying it, right?"

"It's really hot," he replied.

"Then tell her. Tell her how much you like it."

George experienced another "duh" moment and chastised himself for not thinking of it. "You do that really well," he said with a breathy moan.

"Yeah?" Lacy grinned and sucked one of his bloated nuts into her mouth while she started to jack his length with her hand.

"Oh, yeah," he purred. "That feels so good. You're so amazingly sexy." He felt awkward saying those things to her and struggled to come up with anything interesting while staying focused on the pleasure of it.

Lacy let go of his nut and slurped along the skin of his sack. "I suppose I should... aah... thank you for... mmmph... keeping it clean down here." She then licked up the length of his shaft, taking her time, her eyes shut in blissful indulgence. "You have a really... slurp... nice cock."

"Aww, she just complimented you? What a good little slut."

"Thanks. I really like your ass."

Lacy chuckled and planted soft kisses around his crown. "Thanks. I work hard on it." Then she surprised him by reaching around a squeezing his butt. "You're not so bad yourself. Now shut up and let me work." Lacy focused all her attention on his cock, only to become dazed once again. "Go to work on this big..." She leaned forward, took the head into her mouth, and slurped loudly. Her enhanced lips stretched almost to their limit, and her tongue swirled around his glands. Then she pulled away as a long line of saliva broke from his member and dribbled on her chest. "... tasty dick," she finished.

And go to work, she did. She dived onto his cock again, putting her talented tongue through its paces and twisting her hands around his shaft. Her experience was undeniable, and she fell into a steady rhythm, encouraged by his moans and twitches. George groaned with the intense sensations and the lewd sight of Lacy Summers, Ms. sex-on-legs herself, attacking his meat like she was starving. Before long, she had teased out several large blobs of pre-cum, and released him with a surprised squeal.

"Holy shit," she sputtered. "Even your fucking pre tastes good." Then, she leaned in and sucked hard on the tip, looking for more tasty goo.

The Genie obliged by forcing several large spurts of pre-cum onto her tongue. Lacy smiled wide at the sudden deluge. "Oh my god, that's, like, delicious! What the hell are they feeding you?" She inspected him as she caught her breath, marveling at the length and girth and grinning uncontrollably.

"There's that size queen I was telling you about, Master. She was wet before you came here, but she's dripping now." George could feel his companion's warm essence floating around him, planting small nibbly kisses on his ears, neck, and chin. She whispered, "I wish that was me right now. She's good, but I can do it so much better. Promise to feed me later?"

"Yes," he exhaled. Despite his insecurities and worries about Piper, the pair had him swimming in bliss.

Thinking he was speaking to her, Lacy giggled and happily sucked and stroked for several minutes. She kept her attention squarely on his crotch and never looked up. Part of her clearly still refused to believe that George Everhart, the dumb, ugly, weakling she'd spent years tormenting, was connected to the most incredible cock she'd ever seen.

But the Genie aimed to change that. "Look up, little girl. Look into my Master's dreamy eyes."

Lacy obeyed unconsciously. Her expression was that of a confident woman in her element, doing what she did best. But the moment she locked eyes with George, she changed. Suddenly, she was wide-eyed and submissive, silently begging for his approval. George reached out and gave her head an adoring pat, and Lacy purred.

"Tell her what a good girl she is, Master."

George was getting lost in the moment right along with her. "Lacy, I love what you're doing. You're such a good girl."

"Yeah?" she squeaked.

"Yeah. I'm going to take good care of you from now on."

"You promise?"

He didn't hesitate. "I promise. I'll do anything for my good girl."

Her eyes rolled around as she sucked on him, lost in a submissive trance.

George felt a strange connection with her. Years of posturing and repression were being stripped away, leaving only an intense closeness behind. Falling for Lacy was not part of the plan. It was the last thing he expected. "Will you be a good girl for me?"

"Yes," she mewled. "Yes, Master."

The spell was broken the moment the words left her lips. Thrust out of her trance, her eyes darted around in their sockets as though checking to ensure nobody else was around to hear. Then, she pulled away and let go of his shaft as she feigned a cough.

"I bet you enjoyed that little roleplay, huh loser," she said as she collected herself.

Though sad that she stopped sucking him, George enjoyed seeing Lacy flustered. "I thought you didn't do roleplay," he recalled.

"Pfft! I was roleplaying at the time. Try not to be so gullible." She stood up and was suddenly reluctant to look at him. She'd unintentionally let George in on a very personal secret, and she knew it. "You won't... you won't tell anyone, will you?" she asked meekly.

"Tell anyone what?" he said with a smirk.

"Exactly," she said as the tension lowered.

"If you're uncomfortable, we can stop here. You still haven't told me what you know."

"I'm not uncomfortable. It's a little thing called foreplay. Not that you'd know." She walked around him and jumped onto the mat, then crawled into a sexy pose while she teased the edge of her shorts. "But enough foreplay," she announced, "you have five minutes to make me cum. You do that, and I might tell you. And don't disappoint me, loser. I'd hate for our fun to end prematurely."

"Green light, Master?" the Genie bounced excitedly.

George smiled. "Green light. Just keep me from cumming too soon."

Another tingle. "Done. Let her have it."

George approached, his much larger frame looming over her. Lacy shrank and gazed up at him nervously. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Precisely five minutes later, Lacy was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, her breasts squashed together by her arms and wildly shaking up and down. George had a firm grasp on her wrists and pulled them down to her pussy as it was getting fully stuffed with his massive, glistening cock.

Her back arched as another orgasm ripped through her entire body. "Oh God! Oh God!" she screamed as the wet sounds from George's relentless pounding echoed through the room. She gritted her teeth, and her eyes rolled. "Not again! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she cried with unchained pleasure. The Genie ensured every nerve ending in Lacy's body was tingling, and every thrust from her Master's magical member hit her in just the right spots. Places deep in her pussy that had never been touched.

George was enjoying himself immensely. Her pussy was tight and wet and quivered around him, desperately clinging to his cock, helpless against his barrage. They were raw and reckless. The moment he threw her down on the mat, ripped her shorts apart and plunged inside her, Lacy devolved into a blabbering mess, alternating between cries for help and begging him to fuck her as roughly as he could.

"Nonono! Stop! Wait! Yes! Right there! Oh god, don't stop! Don't stop fucking me! Never fucking stop!"

Seeing her writhing in ecstasy beneath him was tremendously satisfying in the most primal of ways. In her eyes, George was a tiny insect to be swatted away or squashed. But now, she was the one at his mercy.

However, George was a generous Master. First, he had instructed the Genie to ensure Lacy felt no discomfort due to his abnormal size. Then, he asked that she guide his movements so that everything he did drove her over the edge as quickly as possible. Most importantly, George never forgot why he was there. He needed Lacy to give him something he could use to find Piper, and he wasn't playing around. So, if he had five minutes to make her cum, he'd up the ante and make her cum for five minutes. Lacy would enjoy this. He swore it.

"Be a good girl and cum for your master," he ordered.

Her toes curled while her body became a series of ecstatic explosions. "Yes, Master! Yes, Master! Yes, Master!" Her pussy gushed again and again with her girl cum.

"Master! Turn her over! Push her face into that pillow and fuck her deep! She's a tough girl; she can take it! Break that pussy!"

He did as instructed, and it was precisely what Lacy needed at that moment. Her brain was melting from the pleasure. Meanwhile, George had fallen into beast mode. His hand pressed her neck, shoving her into the pillow while her meaty ass rippled with every deep thrust. Completely helpless, all Lacy could do was hold on to the sheets for dear life and pray that when the pleasure stopped, she'd still be alive.

Five minutes came and went. Then ten. Then twenty. And the two were still going at it. Lacy's voice was going hoarse from screaming, and George would have cum already if not for the Genie keeping his own pleasure in check. He'd been on the edge for a while, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't go beyond the point of no return. But, of course, he knew that if he did cum, Genie would make him hard again, but George didn't want to cum for Lacy. He had to establish himself as someone she could respect, which meant making her work for it.

Nobody could tell how many orgasms Lacy had experienced so far, but it was surely enough. "Okay, little girl, are you ready to tell me what I need to know?"

"One more, Master! Just one more!"

George pulled out of her and rested his pulsing head on her puffy pussy lips. "I'll make you cum one more time. The best you've ever had, but you have to tell me first."

"If I tell you, you'll leave..." she moaned.

This admission took him off guard. It was more vulnerability than he'd thought Lacy Summers would ever show. There was clearly more to her than he thought. But he had a mission and needed to focus. Piper needed him more.

"I'll be back. We're teammates now," he said gently. "You have my Sunday mornings, remember?"

"Okay," she breathed. It took her a moment to catch her breath. "Will you at least put it back in me? My pussy's so empty."

"I like being inside you too." George laid beside her for a cuddle, slowly filling her back up.

Lacy let out a happy squeal once the head tapped her cervix. "Oh yeah, that's it... okay, so... There's a gathering, a... convention, tomorrow night during the full moon. I'm not supposed to know about it, but Coach likes to fuck me when he's on the phone. It's a huge deal. They've been planning it for months. People are coming from all over, important people. Even some pro ball players. I heard them talking about needing a maiden to...."

"To what?"

"... to turn into a princess."

"A princess? What does that mean?"

"I don't know, I swear. I thought it was just another sex thing. I'd done group stuff for Coach before, and I figured that was just code for a prostitute or something. I didn't think they'd kidnap anyone." Lacy began rolling her hips, slowly fucking herself on his cock.

"Where are they meeting?" he asked while trying to minimize her movements.

"I don't know exactly. They said something about Filmore, but I don't know what that is."

Filmore. George didn't recognize it either. But it was at least something. "Okay. Can you tell me anything else? Anything at all."

"Mmm," she whined. "I can't... wait. Wait, there was another thing. Coach said he had security lined up. Some expensive service called Manticore. I remember them from a concert I went to last year. Super scary-looking guys." She turned slightly to reach behind her and cradle his head. "Please don't go. Please, Master? Stay with me?"

George began meeting her needy pussy with small thrusts. She felt so amazing stretched around him, and her sudden switch into little girl mode was a serious turn-on. Indeed, he was more tempted to stay than he would like to admit. He brought his hand to her breasts and caressed her nipple. But what made her gasp was when he kissed her neck. He wasn't planning on doing it, but she made him feel so good that he couldn't help himself.

"Thank you, Lacy," he whispered. "You've been so helpful. I won't forget what you've done for me today."

"You're leaving? No! Please, I'll be good from now on. I'm sorry I teased you so much. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

George thrust faster and deeper, and Lacy stopped babbling to focus on her own pleasure. "I promised I'd make you cum one more time. Just relax and let me take care of you."

"Yes, yes," she moaned. "You're so good... oh my god, you're so good!"

At the advice of his companion, George took his time and kept his pace steady. While he knew Piper was waiting for him, it felt wrong to rush Lacy. She'd be back to her old bitchy self before long, but for now, George was happy to be right on the edge of his own release deep inside his former bully. He didn't even care if he had an orgasm or not. Making Lacy feel good was one of the most satisfying things he'd ever done.

However, before long, the Genie spoke to him softly. "Master, she's ready. When I tell you, thrust as deep inside her as you can and hold it there."

Sure enough, Lacy's breathy moans were getting louder and quicker. "I'm so close! Oh, god, I'm so close! Cum... Cum inside me, Master! Please cum in me!"

Without a thought, George whispered, "As you wish."

"Now, Master!" the Genie ordered.

As she directed, George buried himself inside her as deep as he could and immediately started spraying her womb with his seed. Lacy's eyes rolled back as her entire body convulsed in ecstasy. Her hot pussy was practically vibrating around him as he filled her to the brim and then some. She tried to say something, but all George could hear were incoherent obscenities.

The pair rode out the waves of pleasure together, thinking of nothing but the bliss they shared in those brief moments. And as he was calming down, George felt the Genie's naked body press into his back. "That was amazing, Master. You did so well," she whispered.

Lacy began cry-laughing, a mixture of happy giggles and bittersweet sniffles.

"Is she okay," he asked as he squeezed Lacy tightly.

"She's perfect. She'll remember this for the rest of her life. You know, you're only the second person to make her cum."

"Not the first, huh," he joked. George wasn't so proud as to think he'd be the first, especially with someone as experienced as Lacy.

"Not the first. But definitely the best."

George laid there for a moment, sandwiched between his gorgeous companion and his sexy classmate, and basked in the afterglow. He wasn't tired or even sweaty. And he was still as hard and ready as before. Indeed, George could have stayed there for hours, making Lacy cum over and over, covering her in load after load. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her and untangled himself from her clutches.

As he dressed, Lacy finally returned to her senses enough to speak. "Oh my god..." she breathed. "Wha... what did you do to me?"

George blushed but couldn't think of a response otherwise.

"You... you're not leaving, are you?"

"Well... yeah. I have a maiden to save."

"Urgh," she groaned. "I can't believe you're serious about that."

"To be fair..." he began while he finished tying his shoes, "I can't believe it either. Wish me luck?"

"Yeah, yeah. Good luck, or whatever," she said, feigning disinterest. But then, she sat up, her eyes filled with concern. "George, wait! What do we tell Coach... when he asks about today?"

"Tell him the truth," he shrugged. Then, as he squeezed through the makeshift entrance, he added, "That you rocked my world."

Lacy grinned bashfully. Once George was gone, she fell back on the mat and couldn't help but giggle. Her clit was still buzzing from the intense fucking she'd just endured. She could hardly believe what had just happened, but she loved it. She'd never felt so good or satisfied after having sex with anyone, not even herself.

She reached for her phone, opened the video of George's lunchtime antics, and clicked the timestamp she had saved. The video froze on a frame just before Lacy was dunked in chili when George surprised her with a perfectly executed dip. He looked so confident, so masterful, so in control. Her tummy fluttered with butterflies as she viewed the scene. Then, she brought the phone to her chest and sighed happily. She couldn't wait for Sunday morning.