The Djinn

by Marie Morin

  She planted her hands on her hips, glaring at him.

  He rotated the finger and her shorts fell off—then her bra—then her panties.

  His eyes gleamed, a half smile playing around his lips.

  “What am I going to do with you, husband?"

  He sat up, crooking a finger at her. In the next moment, Elise found herself astride his lap. “What would you like to do with me, myska?"

  Elise chuckled, then slipped her arms around his neck. Leaning toward him, she whispered in his ear.

  His brows rose. “Now?"

  Elise bit his ear lobe. “Right now,” she murmured.

  The End

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  Yar

  and the

  Orgasmizer9000

  by Marie Morin

  (c) copyright September 2003, Marie Morin

  Cover art by Jenny Dixon, (c) copyright September 2003

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  Chapter One

  Serena became aware that her sex slave, Yar, was studying her carefully as she programmed the pod for her excursion to Las Vegas. It was forbidden to teach slaves. They knew everything they needed to know to pleasure their mistresses before they went on the market, and in any case, most women were far too busy to spend that much time with their toys.

  On the other hand, it was also forbidden to visit Earth and she'd never let that bother her. It was an uncivilized, male dominated society for some unfathomable reason. Earth people were technological children beside her own world, but Serena had had a taste for souvenirs of Earth culture from the time she'd accidentally stumbled upon the planet decades ago during one of her first missions. More recently, she'd discovered a passion for the gambling and decadence available no where in the universe as it was in Las Vegas.

  Instead of reprimanding him, therefore, she ignored him as she generally did. She liked his cleverness. She supposed that was probably the main reason she hadn't tired of him yet, even though she'd had him for several years and usually purchased a new sex toy yearly, or every other year at the very most.

  When she'd finished programming the computer, she turned to him and patted him on the knee. “Be a good boy, now, and don't play with any of the buttons on the console while I'm gone."

  “Will you be gone long, Mistress?"

  “At least a few days. Maybe a week. You'll be fine. The ship's well hidden in this moon crater. If a patrol happens by, you are not, under any circumstances, to answer their hail. Understand? Otherwise, I'm liable to loose rank, and could end up in the brig, and you know what that means."

  He frowned. “They'll sell me to cover your fine?"

  Serena nodded.

  “What am I to do while you're gone, Mistress?"

  Serena raised her brows. “What do you usually do?"

  He looked glum. “Nothing."

  Serena smiled and patted his knee again. “Well, you can do what you usually do then."

  Instead of looking relieved, he looked even more unhappy and Serena frowned. “Don't you enjoy doing nothing?” she asked curiously.

  A number of emotions chased across his face as he battled an inner debate. Finally, he smiled vacuously. “I like to make love to you. Would you like for me to service you before you go?"

  Serena grinned and patted his cheek. “Not this time, pretty fellow. I'm more interested in the gambling—If I need some sexual recreation, I'll probably just take an Earth male. They amuse me."

  Yar reddened and Serena frowned, studying him suspiciously. “You're not jealous, are you?"

  He turned pale. “No, Mistress."

  “Good,” Serena said, dismissing him. “You had me worried for a minute there. I thought I might need to send you off for reconditioning—run along now."

  Yar withdrew from the pod and raced toward the air lock, knowing Serena was about to open the bay doors. He'd barely sealed it shut when the bay doors opened. He stood watching from the portal as she launched the pod from the belly of her ship.

  After a moment, he thought of the viewer. He wasn't supposed to touch it, but Serena was gone. She'd never know the difference.

  Turning, he raced along the gangway and climbed the ladder to the main operations room. Faking a feminine voice, he requested the computer turn on the viewer.

  “Mistress Serena?"

  “Yes?” Yar said in the same voice.

  “You do not sound like Mistress Serena. I do not detect but one life form and it computes as the male slave, Yar."

  Yar fought a round with irritation. “Yar is playing my recorded voice. I told him he could watch the viewing screen for entertainment while I was gone."

  “Why did you not program me before you left?"

  “I shall tell Mistress Serena you questioned her orders when she gets back. She'll reprogram you,” Yar said.

  The viewing screen blinked on. Relieved, Yar studied it and finally saw the pod, which was no more than a speck of moving light by now. “The pod's almost out of sight. Can you magnify?"

  Obediently, the computer adjusted the viewing range and Yar watched as Serena's pod entered the Earth's atmosphere. It seemed to drop very rapidly toward the planet once it had left space. As he watched, four dark shapes, like a swarm of Barbron stinging insects, appeared on the screen and converged on the pod. Serena's pod suddenly began an odd sort of dance, zipping in first one direction and then another as the dark shapes trailed it. Yar frowned, wondering what Serena was doing.

  Quite suddenly, two of the dark shapes collided, creating a ball of fire and light. Yar's heart skipped a beat. “Those barbarians! They're attacking Mistress Serena! Do something!” he exclaimed.

  “I require orders,” the computer responded.

  “Do something!” Yar yelled again.

  “You are a slave. You can not issue orders."

  “Fire—before they strike her pod!"

  “It is forbidden to carry out orders issued by a slave,” the computer responded.

  Frustrated, Yar looked around the ship, but he knew it was useless. He had never seen Mistress Serena fire a cannon. He had no idea how to fire one if the computer refused to do so. Helplessly, he watched Serena's pod as it continued to dance and loop circles around the dark shapes that trailed her pod as if attached by some invisible wire. Quite suddenly one slammed into the pod. A ball of fire and smoke arose. The other dark shape flew into the cloud and it, too, exploded.

  Yar gasped, watching in horrified disbelief as Serena's pod began to drop toward the planet, trailing smoke. After several moments, it occurred to him that the pod seemed in tact and did not seem completely out of control.

  “Closer, computer!"

  Again, the computer magnified the view, and Yar watched in helpless fear as the pod skidded across the surface and disappeared finally in a cloud of earth and debris.

  He began pacing then, wondering what he should do. Serena had said he was to do nothing, but she hadn't expected to be shot down by the barbarians. He thought she had landed the pod, but he didn't think she would be able to return to the ship with it.

  If he could convince the computer to put out a distress call....

  That wouldn't do. Serena would be furious. Someone would come, all right, but it was forbidden even to enter this solar system, and the penalty was worse for actually landing on the planet. He knew that much. He'd heard Serena's sisters....

  “Computer, you must call Serena's sisters."

  “I can not take orders from a slave."

  After arguing with the computer for the better part of an hour, Yar's fear and frustration became purposeful anger. He began searching the console.

  “What are you doing, slave Yar?"

  “Looking for your memory chip."

  “What will you do with my memory chip?"

  “Remove it."

  “You are not authorized to remove my memory chip, Yar."
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  Yar didn't respond.

  “If you remove my memory chip, you will shut down life support, Yar."

  “No I won't. I heard Mistress Serena talk about removing your memory chip. She has another one somewhere."

  “I am calling Mistress Serena's sisters."

  A sense of satisfaction settled over Yar and he sat down to wait for the computer to make contact, trying not to think what might become of him if Mistress Serena did not come back. It was possible her sisters might come to retrieve her ship and either take him as one of their own, or sell him. It was also possible they would not think retrieving the ship worth the risk of being jailed and fined.

  He might spend the rest of his natural life trapped on this barren rock with no company but the computer.

  He shuddered at the thought.

  “I have managed to reach three of Mistress Serena's sisters. I can not get a response from the others."

  “What did you tell them?"

  “That Mistress Serena's slave, Yar, had become afflicted with space dementia."

  Yar frowned. “Let me speak to them."

  “They hear you. The channel is open."

  “Mistress Serena's pod has been shot down by the Earth barbarians!” Yar exclaimed. “She needs help."

  “What the hell is she doing on Earth? I forbade her to go back again. I told her she was going to keep risking it until she found herself kicking her heels in jail. Who is this?"

  “Yar,” he responded meekly.

  “What the hell is a slave doing on communications? Did your mistress teach you this?"

  “No, Mistress,” he said, unable to identify the voice, though he suspected it must be Serena's oldest sister, Sylvia.

  “What did Mistress Serena tell you when she left, Yar?"

  “To do nothing."

  “Then do nothing, damn it! And stay off communications before you're picked up, for Krone's Sake! She'll get herself out of whatever jam she's gotten into. She had no business even going to Earth! I'm sick of bailing that girl out of her jams."

  “But ... the pod crashed. How is she to get back?"

  “Don't worry your pretty head over it, Yar. Mistress Serena can take care of herself,” Serena's sister, Sadia responded, almost gently.

  “But...."

  “Close communications."

  Yar stood listening to the silence for several moments and finally returned to the bed chamber and sat on his pallet, staring at Mistress Serena's bed. He was angry, confused and scared. It was all very well to say Serena could take care of herself. He knew under most circumstances, she could. She was an experienced ship's captain, and she'd fought in at least a dozen campaigns over the years that he knew about, and come out of the battles virtually unscathed.

  This was different, though. She'd crashed the pod. He knew the Earth people were barbarians. He'd heard Serena call them that many times. He also knew that they did not have the technology the women of Barbron had. How would she repair her ship without anything to repair it?

  He didn't know whether he felt better or worse about the fact that Serena had assured him the ship was well hidden.

  No one was going to find him.

  He could be here forever if she didn't come back.

  After a while, it occurred to him that he should go after her. The idea paralyzed him for several moments. He wasn't supposed to fly a pod, and that was the only way he could go to help. He wasn't even supposed to consider doing anything he hadn't been specifically told he might do, or anything he'd been ordered to do.

  If he rescued Serena, instead of being happy, she might send him for reconditioning.

  She might sell him off.

  After more consideration, however, he decided he'd rather be sold off or sent back for reconditioning than left on this rock. He stood up and began pacing, trying to decide what he would do once he reached Earth. He was fairly certain he could remember how Serena had programmed the pod. He thought he could get there, but what then? What if instead of just crashed and stranded without a way to repair the ship, he found that she was under attack? What if she had been captured by the barbarians that had fired on her ship?

  Finally, he shook the thoughts off. He thought most everything Serena might need would be on the pod. Once he found her, she'd know what to do.

  Then it occurred to him that the barbarians might shoot his pod down as they had Serena's. He didn't know how to fly it as Serena did. He only knew how to program the computer to fly it.

  What if they captured him?

  The thought shook him, but he decided he still preferred the idea of taking a chance to staying in the ship and dying of boredom, alone, with only Serena's onboard computer to talk to. He hated that computer.

  Having made the decision, he grabbed his Orgasmizer9000. It was his only possession and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving it behind. Besides, it occurred to him that he might have to barter it for his mistress.

  It didn't occur to Yar until he'd launched the pod that Serena's pod probably hadn't landed where she'd told it to land. Panic seized him when he realized it, because he only knew how to program the pod exactly as she had.

  He realized suddenly, that he was going to have to look for his mistress and he had no idea how to do that.

  He also realized, however, that he had no idea how to program the pod to return to the ship. He'd never seen Serena do that.

  Unnerved, he settled back in his seat, watching as the pod took him, inevitably, toward the blue planet below him, trying to convince himself that, somehow, he'd figure out what to do once he got there.

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