2016-08-24 - spike - The Final Curse Part 1

Author: spike
Title: The final curse. (Part one)
Date: 24 August 2016

Finally had an idea for a story. A proper one rather than just snippets from my book... So...

Any feedback or comments at the end, more than welcome...

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The Final Curse. (Part one)

Jim Bennet was bored of his life. For years he’d considered slavery as an option. Proper 24/7 slavery. His job was a nightmare of tedium, he had few possessions to hold him back but finding the right Master had been fruitless after over a year of searching.

He gave up. No-one wanted him. Nothing he’d posted online had resulted in more than a weekend here or an overnight session of bondage there so, he decided to get himself an ornament to put on his windowsill. If he wasn’t going to be able to find a Master he might just as well find some things to make his flat more livable.

It was Saturday and yet another pointless week of work was over and done with. He was browsing various charity and antique shops for something that’d look good there. Maybe some kind of vase or even an old tea pot he could put flowers in the spout of.

Then, in the fifth shop, he spotted it. It was a bit on the dull side. Long, curved handle. Just like those things he’d seen as a kid in panto. A lamp. A real, old, Persian lamp and it wasn’t that expensive either, so he bought it.

Even before he’d got home he gave it a spit and polished it with his sleeve. It shook. He dropped it in shock. It began to glow brightly. The clouds above began to swirl when suddenly smoke poured out of the lamp forming a figure which slowly became solid.

He stepped back. He’d seen this often enough on the telly but he’d never expected it to be real! A real genie? Here? In modern day Port Talbot?!

As soon as the figure’s top half had solidified it uttered the famous phrase.

“I am the genie of the lamp! What is your wish oh Master?”

He stared in awe. Oh, he knew what he wanted. Wanted more than anything.

“I wish I owned a house with a fully fitted out bondage dungeon in the cellar.”

The genie smiled and clicked his fingers. “Granted.”

With a whoosh, the genie was gone. The lamp, just a normal looking lamp again.

A thought entered his mind, an address. He felt a bulge in his pocket. Keys that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

A bondage dungeon, a large house with a cellar. And it was his! He ran over to the address in question and when he got downstairs, he gasped in awe.

Every kind of bondage equipment was there. St Andrew’s cross, gibbet, boxes of various sizes and bondage methods for the storage of… well… him. In the back, a large walk in wardrobe with every kind of fetish clothing he could ever have imagined and some he hadn’t even conceived of. There were even chastity devices of every model he’d ever seen.

He reached for the Latowski and immediately put it on. It felt perfect. God, he was going to have fun in here for days without even having anyone to bind him, but he realised his life wouldn’t be complete without that someone.

He rubbed the lamp a second time.

“What is your second wish, oh Master?”

“How many do I get?”

“Every fool knows that.” The genie looked at him with contempt. “Three of course, Master.”

“Then I wish to find a Master I could be happy to be owned by for the rest of my life who would be willing to enslave me, here.”

The genie smiled again and clicked his fingers and was gone.

There was a blinding flash of light and a puff of smoke. A man, power emanating from his very being. He was wearing Jim’s dream outfit. Full leathers, trousers, shirt, muir cap. He had piercing blue eyes and a charisma that’d have the prime minister kneeling before him.

Jim fell to his knees immediately. “I am yours, Master! This house and everything in it, yours too, Sir.”

The man looked down in shock. He smiled.

“Strip, slave.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jim immediately stripped out of his clothing and laid them neatly piled in the corner.

“I name you slave. That is all your are now, forget your old identity, your old life. You are slave, your name is slave and that is all you will ever be again.”

Slave smiled. “Thank you for naming me Sir.”

“Now go out into the back garden and burn your human clothing. You’ll wear only what I command you to wear. Good choice on the chastity though, I approve. Give me the keys.”

“slave eagerly handed over the keys, gathered up the clothing and took them into the back garden. He built a fire and his Master watched as he tossed each item onto the fire and watched it burn.”

For the next month, slave was put to work, cleaning the house, performing any task his new owner ordered and spending the night in many of the bondage positions available. He was living his dream, but he still felt something was missing.

During the house cleaning duties while his Master was out, he reached for the lamp again.

“What is your final wish, Oh Master.” this time the contempt was plain on his face, but slave ignored it.

“I wish for the ultimate bondage experience.”

The genie laughed. And it wasn’t a pleasant laugh. “Thank you Master, for freeing me.”

The genie clicked his fingers.

Suddenly, slave felt… well… big, muscular. He looked down in awe at his body. He looked like a body builder now. His skin a deep tan, his hair, gone. All of it.

The genie clicked his fingers again.

Slave felt a weight around his neck. His wrists and ankles. He looked down. Flawless golden manacles and shackles. Absolutely no way to get them off without the magic that put them there.

The genie spoke. “You will take my place.”

Again, a click of the fingers. The smoke detached itself from the spout and began to coalesce. Legs formed. With a shock, slave felt his own legs dissolving. Turning to smoke, the Latowski clattered to the ground as there was suddenly nothing for it to enclose.

The genie clicked his fingers several more times. Each time the lamp responded with a flash of angry red.

“But as retribution for humanity’s use of me, their indifference to my plight, the imprisoning of me in the first place… I curse you.”

With that, the genie was gone. Permanently this time.

Slave looked down at his smoke in shock, it was slowly creeping up his body, his whole being dissolving. Before he knew it, there was a whoosh. Then blackness.

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Jim awoke to find himself spreadeagled against a wall. Even his collar appeared to be attached somehow. He could wriggle his fingers and toes but that was about all he could move. He realised calling himself slave now was pointless as his Master would probably never see him again, or even if he did, he wouldn’t recognise him.

Then he looked down at his cock. Standing at full attention desperate to get some of its own.

“Shit! Where the hell am I?”

A voice. A quite kindly voice in fact. A voice he could get to like.

“In the lamp.”

“What? How?!”

“You made the wish. This is the result.”

“Who are you?”

“I am the lamp.”

“How can a lamp speak?”

“My creator made me so.”

“Why?”

“Because he was a merciful man.”

Jim looked down at the room below him. Sumptuous seats and sofas, a really comfortable looking four poster bed and enough food to feed a royal court arrayed along the back wall. All utterly out of reach.

“This is mercy?”

“This is not his doing. The evil spirit you released with your wish placed several curses on this lamp before your imprisonment began.”

Jim remembered his parting words. “Ah, shit. What curses?”

“Only one am I permitted to tell you now. The position you are in now is how you will remain between wishes. You will only be free of it when bound by another to grant a wish outside the lamp.”

“What?! I can’t stay like this for… How long between wishes?”

“It is forbidden for me to say.”

“How many curses?”

“It is forbidden for me to say.”

“Why can’t you tell me what the curses are?”

“Only when a curse has been enacted for the first time am I permitted to tell you, and then, only if you ask.”

“So I just have to hang here? Until someone else picks up the lamp and rubs it?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll go insane! Is there nothing to entertain me?”

“If you wish for entertainment, you can ask for it. My creator imbued me with many capabilities to ease the spirit’s boredom.”

“Show me.”

What could only be described as a screen appeared in the air before him. Images, moving images with sound. He watched for a while. Slavery. From the dawn of man, every single act of one man owning another began to be shown. All the suffering, the torture, the screams, blood, gore and death.

“Show me something different!”

“It is forbidden.”

“Well turn it off then!”

“It is forbidden.”

“Why?”

“The second curse. Once entertainment is requested, that is all you will ever see in here. And you will see it all.”

He tried to turn his head away. He couldn’t. He tried to close his eyes. He couldn’t even do that.

The images continued to play. Cavemen bashing their slaves in the head with clubs for disobedience and going off to find another victim to do their work. Other times, similar cavemen forcing their slaves to fight to the death for the amusement of the settlement.

This continued for what felt like an eternity and Jim was unable to see anything else. Even when he slept, the images filled his dreams and when he awoke, he found the footage had paused until he was aware again and began to play from where they had left off.

“Can you at least tell me how this happened? How the genie became… well… what he is?”

“Of course. In the year you would know by your calendar as 3421BC, an evil spirit was terrorising the people in central Persia. A powerful magi was called to deal with the threat. No-one was safe at night with him roaming about, mutilating their camels, raping their women, killing their children for the fun of it. So, he made this lamp. Binding into it all the magics he was capable of as it was made. As I was made. Then when the lamp was complete he dressed as a beggar and wandered around at night until the spirit found him.

It was a prideful djinn. He challenged it to a number of tasks to prove its power, scoffing at each feat it completed until he said. “Hell, I bet you can’t even shrink yourself down to fit into this old oil lamp.”

The djinn complied and became trapped by the spells binding it, only permitted out when the lamp was rubbed and only then to grant wishes. Inside the lamp his powers were unchecked, he could do anything he wished in here. Hence the luxury you see. But the djinn still took delight in interpreting those wishes as he saw fit. As you know, you are the latest victim after all. He knew what you were going to wish before you even wished it, he had the power to probe your mind and saw where each of your wishes would lead.”

“And when the lamp is next rubbed, I will be bound by that same stricture? Wish granting?”

“Yes. You are a djinn now. Immortal, eternal. You possess all the powers he had.”

“So why can’t I do anything in here?”

“The third curse is that within the lamp you hold no powers at all. Only when outside the lamp can you perform the feats he could and only then to grant wishes.”

“But I must’ve been here ages! How long have I been hanging here now?”

“Ninety years.”

Jim recoiled in shock. Or would have if he could move an inch. Despair took him. He sank into a deep depression, continuing to watch the ongoing torture. To make things worse, it was still cavemen. Not even a hint of more advanced civilisations yet. He began to suspect that what he was watching was in real time.

Jim had completely lost any sense of time as he stared at the images. Hell, he could even begin to feel his sense of self slipping away. Miraculously, his arms weren’t cramping. He was just stuck solid.

“Lamp, when I was human and put into extended periods of bondage, I suffered cramps. Sometimes severe. Why aren’t I now?”

“You are djinn.”

“So, djinn suffer no pain?”

“Cramps and such frivolities are beyond you now.”

“You didn’t fully answer my question there. Am I now immune to pain?”

“It is forbidden for me to say.”

“Oh shit! Is this another curse?”

“It is forbidden for me to say.”

“Fuck. What next?”

Another long time. Still watching cavemen mutilating each other. It was surprising man survived this period the number of deaths he witnessed.

Then, suddenly he felt a judder. A pleasant tingle swept over his body.

“What the hell was that?”

“Someone just rubbed me.”

Jim felt his body dissolving into smoke. This time, he fully experienced the whoosh as he shot out of the spout and began to reform outside.

The moment he was solid, his lips began to move unbidden.

“I am the genie of the lamp! Tell me your wish oh Master.”

He was staring down at a man in what looked like a business suit. An unusual cut to what he was used to.

The man, his Master recoiled in shock, dropping the lamp as he did so.

Jim stared around at the world. He recognised the place. London, by the looks of it. The cars were sleeker, the buildings slightly different but definitely London.

“A genie! Really?”

At last, Jim felt he could control his mouth. “Yes. A real life genie. Take your time. No rush. In fact, the longer I’m out of that thing the better.”

“What’s it like?”

“Chained spreadeagled to a wall for… What year is it?”

“2116.”

“A hundred years?! I’ve been stuck in that thing for a hundred bloody years?”

“How?”

“I made a stupid bloody wish. And the previous djinn was a sadistic bastard. He lived in the lap of luxury in there. Not me.”

“And now, I get, what? Three wishes?”

“Yes. But as I said. Take your time, please.”

“It will give me time to consider, true. But I do have one wish now. Sorry, but I can always rub it another couple of times to get you out.”

“Oh, please don’t! Not yet!”

“I wish I had a hundred million pounds, tax free. No catches, no thefts. The next lotto ticket I buy or something like that.”

Jim sighed. He suddenly knew exactly what needed to be done. It just flashed through his brain like lightning. He summoned up his power, clicked his fingers and as an afterthought, probed his new Master’s mind to see where this would lead.

The power that discharged through his body as he granted the wish sent waves of pleasure though his entire being. Even the most extreme orgasm ever experienced by man paled by comparison. He would’ve collasped to his knees in shock if he’d had any.

Then whoosh. Back into the lamp. Back onto the wall. Back to watching the cavemen mutilating each other.

“One hundred years?! What the hell? Why did it take one hundred years for someone to find the fucking lamp?”

“The fourth curse. One each batch of wishes is complete, the lamp will remain hidden in a pocket dimension for one hundred years, only appearing where it can be easily found when that time has elapsed.”

“Bloody hell! So I have to spend a whole hundred years, stuck to this wall with only you and cavemen to keep me company?”

“It is forbidden for me to say.”

“Oh what now?”

“It is forbidden for me to say.”

It wasn’t long before the lamp was rubbed again.

“I wish for a beautiful wife who will love me forever. And a family that will live long, happy lives, produce lots of forebears and always be healthy.”

“Granted and granted, you selfish cunt. I hope you rot in hell, Master.” The bile and sarcasm. The contempt. He began to see what the spirit saw in humanity now. And that was only his first set of wishes.

Two wishes in quick succession with only a few minutes of respite. Two waves of extreme pleasure.

And with that. Squish, back in the lamp and on the wall. But something was wrong. He was facing the wall this time.