I don't usually go out on weekends because I hate crowds. But it was amateur comedy night and my friends were able to convince me to go along with the... promise of a night of good food and great fun. The club was jammed packed that Saturday night. Susan was seated at the table next to us with a person I assumed to be her lover. It was difficult not to overhear the argument heating up between them about another woman her friend been seeing After a few minutes of quarrelling her companion stands. As we turn to look back towards where we left the lamp apuff of grey smoke came from the lamp. When the smoke disappeared anelderly looking man is standing there and before Amanda or I can say aword the man tells us he is a genie and his name is Jargen. He tellsAmanda she has 3 wishes, I'm starting to regret letting her rub the lampfirst.We both come from middle class families, so the first thing Amandawished for was to become a millionaire by the end of the year and haveher family sustain. When he finallyfinished beating my naked breasts with the sharp holly he ordered me to standup and spread my legs wide. He then shoved the holly branch between my legs andpulled it back and forth viciously, rubbing the sharp spikes on my tender pussylips. I shook with pain as I felt the hundreds of sharp pin pricks piercing mytender labia and the tops of my thighs.?I sobbed with the pain but I didn?t dare move for fear of even morepunishment. I knew that as a slave girl I had to endure any. These were young, available and willing cunts, ready to be wined dined and shagged by horny squaddies with money in their pockets, and rampant dicks in their shreddies (underpants). No ties, no commitments, no relationships.The first person I saw when entering the glitziest most expensive club, with more pouting pussy than you could shake a stick at, was Wurzel Colcott. He was stood up at the bar, his hand resting on the arse of a "soldiers' woman", a tall dark haired girl who judging from the.