2016-08-27 - spike - The Final Curse Part 3

Author: spike
Title: The Final Curse (part 3)
Date: 27 August 2016

The Final Curse. (Part three)

The whipping commenced as usual. By now the genie had gained the willpower to count them all. He did so, but at twenty, they stopped. He was suddenly facing front again to enjoy his screen of torture and enslavement.

“What the hell!”

“Another part of curse five. The djinn delighted in the torture of humanity. He saw that eventually you may see them as he did and if one of their wishes was corrupted by you to cause more suffering to a human than you have ever have or will ever suffer, the punishment would be ten lashes for the wishes uncorrupted and none for the one that caused the suffering.”

“Lamp. Suddenly, I feel I’m going to enjoy this life.”

The genie fell to the floor. Unbound for the first time in many lifetimes.

“What?”

“Clauses in curses one, three and five. For the admission that you gained enjoyment from that wish and the implied intent to do more, your powers are unbound within the lamp until the next wishes.”

“Fuck me! I can do anything?”

“Within the confines of the lamp, yes. The djinn had not the power to alter the basic structure of the enchantments that entrapped him, only to add to them.”

“And the punishments?”

“That was the last punishment until the next wishes.”

The genie smiled. And it wasn’t a pleasant smile. He clicked his fingers and the furniture changed. A wave of pleasure swept over him. Now instead of the overly gaudy look he’d been forced to see through the screen for the past thousands of years, the upholstery had a much more modern look. Or modern as he’d known it before his imprisonment.

Another click of the fingers and a huge screen appeared.

“From now on, I’m going to watch those slaves suffer in ultra high definition.” He grinned. “Also, I think I may have missed out on a few millenia worth of human entertainments I may still find mildly amusing.”

* * * * *
Time passed far too quickly unbound from the wall with all his powers intact.

Before he knew it, that shimmer of pleasure and whoosh.

He floated before a man, yet again. But this one’s face was etched with pain. It clutched its arm in shock and collapsed onto the floor.

The genie looked down at the pitiful excuse of a mortal with sheer disdain.

A little robot skittered out from a wall nearby and began administering electric shocks to the man’s heart. It beeped. “Condition stabilised. Emergency medical treatment called. ETA, ten minutes.”

The robot sat by its owner and began to scan the body. “Primary cardiac arrest caused by shock.”

Ten minutes later the robot skittered over to the door and activated a control within its reach and the door swished open. 3 men rushed in, grabbed the man and carefully placed him onto a stretcher. One of them looked up at the genie and shook his head.

“Don’t see that every day.”

“Bloody holoscreens. More trouble than they’re worth. Probably got frightened by that thing. Some prank sent to him most likely.”

“Either that or he’s got some very weird fetishes. Come on, let’s get him fixed up.”

And they were gone.

The genie looked on in consternation. He attempted to follow them, but he was bound to the lamp and found he couldn’t move more than fifteen feet from it. He tried picking up the lamp but his hands turned to smoke the moment they made contact. He was stuck, unable to move from this place. Unable to return to his lamp. Unable to grant any wishes.

“Oh well. I suppose he’ll be back once they’ve fixed him up. I’ll just have to wait for him. You. Robot. How long will your owner be gone?”

“Typical cardiac repair takes forty-five minutes. The hospital by medevac is ten minutes away. He will be back within ninety minutes.”

The genie waited, bored. He twiddled his thumbs. He looked at the clock on the wall. Then, whoosh. Back into the lamp, back facing the wall.

Something huge appeared at his arse and forced itself up. The genie screamed in agony. Something pointy clamped itself tightly around the base of his cock. Again, a scream. Then, before he could scream again, his mouth, nose, eyes and ears sealed shut. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear, he couldn’t even breath and this made him panic.

Then the whipping commenced. But it was a slightly slower whipping. And between each whip lash, a surge of power. Electricity shot from his cock through to his arse. A powerful pulse too. One that would’ve caused severe burns or permanent injury to a mortal. And now, he was utterly unable to scream. To see. To hear anything but the blood pounding through his veins.

After a while the panic of not breathing faded as he realised he didn’t need to, but this torment was unlike any other. It didn’t end. It didn’t pause. It seemed to go on forever. Nothing could’ve prepared the genie for this torture and now, he was bound and forced to endure it. And this time, there was no sleep. No respite whatsoever.

The torment continued unabated day after day, year after year until suddenly, the shimmer of pleasure and whoosh.

The genie gasped for breath, agony still plain on his face. The pain had barely subsided when he looked down at his new Master.

He was a very, very old man. Obviously on his death bed. He looked up at the genie and smiled. “At last. Oh you poor soul! I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past twenty years.”

“You sought me out?”

“I’ve had people from my company searching the globe for the lamp for decades.”

The genie looked down at the pitiful sight and probed its mind. His eyes widened in surprise. “How?”

“It is a long held family shame. A shame we’ve borne for over forty thousand years. You encountered one of our extremely distant ancestors. From his account, it must have been the very first three wishes you granted. He said you begged for time out of the lamp because you’d just spent the last hundred years fixed spreadeagled to a wall.”

“Oh, that is the least of my torments, believe me. That was just the first hundred years. It’s much worse than that and it has now been over… Did you say forty thousand years?”

“Yes, he realised it must be your first wishes because he made an incredible blunder with the final one. He wished his forebears would live long and healthy lives, producing lots of children. He meant his descendents. And he didn’t realise the last thing he said would be interpreted as two separate wishes. His guilt at condemning you to more time in the lamp without respite gnawed at him to such an extent he made the story of his encounter a permanent part of our family history.”

The man coughed. “The wish I make now may appear selfish. I know, I have researched your punishments. But believe me when I say this. I only wish this now so I don’t die before my next wish. I wish I was twenty years old at the peak of health and physical fitness.”

The genie had intended to begin corrupting wishes the moment he emerged, but this one? Something stopped him. He’d seen the intent in its mind. It truly intended to wish something utterly selfless. Something that could only benefit the genie himself. He sighed, clicked his fingers and vanished back into the lamp. Back onto the wall.

“Lamp. What the hell was that? It seemed to be endless?”

“The final punishment from curse five. If none of the wishes are granted for any reason...”

“But I was waiting to grant them! He would’ve been back in less than an hour and a half according to that robot thing.”

“Curse six. You are permitted out of the lamp for a maximum of one hour in a one hundred year period. If all wishes have not been granted within that time, the remaining wishes are forfeit and you are punished for ungranted wishes.”

“And what the hell was it with that buttplug and cockring. All that electro-torture?”

“An amusement the djinn read from your mind while he was placing the curses.”

“And are all the curses now known to me?”

“I am forbidden…”

“I know, I know. That means no.”

Again, that shimmer of pleasure.

“What is your second wish oh Master?”

“There’s no need for formalities with me.”

“It comes unbidden, Master. Automatic. I have no control over those words.”

“Really? Interesting. Is that another curse?”

“I somehow doubt it. If it is a curse, it was placed by the creator of the lamp, not him.”

“Now, for my second wish I require a little information about the interior of your lamp.”

“Ask away. But please don’t spend more than an hour on this, that is my time limit out of the lamp.”

“Per wish?”

“No, for all three. I only just finished enduring the worst torment yet because of that limitation when you summoned me. But ask away.”

“Some accounts mention that there is food in the lamp…”

“There was. But I received a reward for one of my wishes that released me from the wall for a hundred years. I ate it all, created more and ate that too.”

“Ah, the statue. That is quite a famous one. Many visitors to the museum go to see that. To throw scorn at him and sometimes rotten fruit. There is a video display next to the statue showing exactly what happened.” His Master scribbled something down on a piece of paper. “And are there any forms of toilet within the lamp? Any facility for bathing such as a bath or shower?”

“None. A djinn needs no such things. The only reason food was present must be because he found pleasure in it. I’d existed bound to that wall for thousands of years without anything passing my lips.”

Again he scribbled something down on the sheet of paper.

“I’m ready for my second wish now.”

“Speak it then, if you’re absolutely sure.”

“I’ve lived my life. It was a good life, but my place in this world is over now. There’s nothing here now that I like or wish to see. I wish everything written on this sheet of paper was true.”

The genie smiled and clicked his fingers. The wave of pleasure was extreme this time. It was a very big wish. Lots of subclauses and unrelated bits and pieces. Enough for twenty wishes if spoken separately.

Then, whoosh, back on the wall. He looked down at his prison in satisfaction. In one corner, a toilet cubicle and shower. Beneath him, a platform so the man could stand at eye level with him. Standing below him naked was the man at the peak of his vitality.

The man looked down and laughed. “I suppose I asked for this. Forgetting to specify clothing and knowing your origins.”

The genie smirked. “There’s no need for clothing here. The temperature never changes. Besides, you look bloody hot.”

“Why thank you. Now, is there anything I can do to ease your suffering?”

“Apart from put the punishments on hold you mean?”

“Yes… Just… How long did you extend my life by? I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“Your aging process is on hold. You will begin aging naturally after one thousand years.”

The man looked shocked. “A thousand! Good god! How can anyone live to be a thousand!?”

“Your wish did only specify an extension to your life. I chose one that suited me. Those years will be years I have no punishment. It did also specify that the lamp provide all your physical and intellectual sustenance. You could learn anything you wish here now. And when you do finally die, it’ll be well worth the five hundred and forty I receive for the next century.”

“Five hundred and forty lashes?! For what?”

“Two selfless wishes and one ungranted.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. I’ll make my final wish on my deathbed again, wish my corpse be removed from the lamp before it begins to stink out the place.”

The genie looked down at him. “I have no power while bound to the wall. No wishes in here. Only out there can I grant a wish.”

“So… I’m truly stuck in here for over twelve hundred years?”

“If two hundred is your natural lifespan, yes. So get used to it. I manage and I’ve been here for a hell of a lot longer. A thousand years is nothing. At least you didn’t wish to share my fate. Only to keep me company.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“For what? You’ve saved me from over a thousand years of whipping!”

“For condemning you to such a harsh punishment on my death.”

“It was the only way such a reprieve could work, Master. And I commend you on your cunning with getting it all into one wish. Only between wishes am I free of it. Unless I persist in the corruption of wishes and receive more rewards at least. Like with that statue.”

“Yes. I see your point. So, is there anything I can do for you? To ease your discomfort?”

“Discomfort? What discomfort?”

“You’re spreadeagled on a wall!”

“That’s just how it’s always been, I can’t remember not being like this now, apart from… How long was my last punishment, Lamp?”

“Two hundred and fifty three years.”

“HOW LONG? Why?”

“The period of time in the pocket dimension was doubled. It was part of curses four and five.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because you interrupted me.”

“Thinking about it, there is one small task you could do for me.”

“What? Anything!”

“That hasn’t seen any attention in thousands of years and persists on remaining erect.” He would’ve looked down at his cock if his eyes weren’t locked onto the screen.

“You want me to wank you off!?”

“Wank, suck, anything. I’ve not been able to reach for obvious reasons. When I’m out of the lamp there’s nothing there but smoke. And when I was free I was able to gain all the pleasure I required from using my powers. Far more pleasure than a simple wank. But as you’re here, no more wishing for a long time. That means no more pleasure.”

“And no more pain. But very well.”

The man walked up the platform to stand beside the genie. It’d been a while since he’d even wanked himself off considering his extreme age but he gripped it gently and began.

He tickled, he stroked, he pumped. Finally a long stream shot across the room and the penis slumped back to its flaccid state. The genie began to look impatient.

“You’re not pumping up a water pistol you know, you need to be a little more…”

“But you just shot an enormous load!”

“I what?”

“Half way across the room it went!”

“But I didn’t feel…” the genie sighed. “Lamp. Is this another curse?”

“Is what another curse?”

“Lack of feeling downstairs.”

“If by that you mean your inability to orgasm...”

“Yes!”

“There is no curse associated with sexual pleasure, there was no need for one. You are djinn.”

“So?”

“Djinn are incapable of sexual pleasure. All the pleasure they gain is in the use of their powers.”

“So even this reprieve is a double edged sword. God!” The genie sagged in his restraints in frustration.

“There’s one thing that my research has never been able to determine, genie. What is your name?”

“I have no name. I am the genie, that is all I’ve ever been.”

“No. By my accounts you were once human. You did have a name.”

“I did?”

“By the way, my name is Erasmus. But I always hated that name so you can call me Ras if you like. Lamp?”

“Yes Ras?”

“What is his name?”

“He has no name now. That lifetime is long since forgotten. His span as a human was less than a fifth of a single period between wishes. But his name was once Jim Bennett. He needs no name now.”

The genie looked down at Ras in gratitude. “Jim Bennett. Yes. I remember now. And god, I was just as much a pathetic worm as the rest of humanity.”

“You truly see the whole of humanity in this way?”

“Sit with me here. Watch this screen. Tell me you don’t feel the same way after a thousand years. Hundreds of Masters, thousands of wishes. Very few of them even offered me an hour’s respite between them no matter how much I begged. I’d estimate one wish in a thousand was selfless. Your ancestor was the first. The one to plant the seeds of hatred and contempt for all mankind. Every other Master just added nourishment to that seed.”

Ras nodded, fetched one of the comfier chairs and placed it on the platform beside the genie. He sat down and watched.
* * * * *
They chatted. They argued. They laughed. Ras would get the lamp to summon up some food, beer or wine and feed Jim too. They even began to bet when the scenes of Rome began to appear. They both grew to love the gladiatorial combat. More slavery. More pain, misery and death and Ras was beginning to see mankind in the same light as the genie. As Jim.

Their friendship grew as the years wore on. In the end, Jim realised he loved this mortal. Even as a human he’d never loved anyone before. Not like this. The flicker of humanity that had been about to be extinguished forever flourished during those years.

But all things mortal fade and die, and the same began to happen to Ras. Jim looked in sadness at his friend. “Your thousand years expired a quite a while ago Ras. You’re aging again now. Before I know it, you’ll be gone, and god I’m going to miss you.”

“Just remember me, Jim. Whenever you feel yourself slipping, remember.”

“How could I ever forget you? You’re the kindest most selfless being I’ve ever encountered. I’m not even going to insult you by calling you human.”

Ras died fifty years later, but they made the most of it. On his deathbed, Ras made his final wish, knowing full well that it could never be granted magically. But he made it anyway.

“I wish that you could never forget me.”

Jim looked at his friend, grief plain on his face as he watched the last breath. “I’ll try my damndest, Ras. I’ll try my damndest. But I forgot myself last time and I’m here for all eternity.”

Then, facing the wall again. Jim sighed and braced himself for the torture that was to come.