A few weeks ago Mindy McConnell decided to visit her friend Elvira Peterson while Elvira was babysitting Jeremy and Helga Carion. This was a mistake. Helga gave Mindy a potion that turned her into a fairy. This led to a series of adventures after which Mindy was cured. But from every adventure there are repercussions. Mindy is about to learn that the hard way. @1999 by Skytower
Tales of Carrion
Mansion
Number 19
A little Vengeance.
"I want my brother out of jail."
Mindy jumped, loosing her towel. She was in the girls locker room, having just finished a work out in the school gym. It was early Monday evening and almost no one hung around the school.
Lisa Douglas bent down and picked up the towel. Lisa stood five feet six inches. She was handsome girl with a square jaw, light brown hair and a somewhat chubby build. She looked up at Mindy,but didn't return the towel.
Mindy looked down at her. Mindy stood at a towering five feet eleven inches. Long blonde hair flowed past her shoulders. Her body was both grand and solid, with large breast and wide hips. She spared a glance at the two girls flanking Lisa. Monica and Rachel were friends (or flunky's) of the Douglas clan and used to doing their dirty work. Monica was a thick girl as tall as Mindy, Rachel was a slightly stockier girl shorter than Lisa.
The fact that they were all dressed in black jeans and sweaters, with bulges in their pockets that could have been anything, was enough to worry Mindy.
"Your brother put my little brother through hell for two months." Mindy said. She kept her voice calm, as if they were talking about the weather.
"Harmless fun." Lisa said, handing the towel to Monica. Monica handed it to Rachel who folded it and put it on the bench. Pointedly out of Mindy's reach.
Casually Mindy reached into her locker and pulled out a bra. "He got him drunk and put a gun in his hands."
"He was just having some fun." Lisa insisted. "Your brother was the one who wanted to hang around with him."
"He had fun all right." Mindy said, putting on a pair of underwear. "He had my brother so twisted the kid started drinking."
"So the punk couldn't handle it." Lisa said. "That any reason to throw my brother in jail?"
"How about a collapsed ceiling?" Mindy asked, pulling on a pair of pants. "Fifteen hundred to get that fixed when Oliver told my brother to put in a hidden camera. That was after he got tired of having Robin steal my underwear."
"We can pay for that." Lisa said.
"Can you pay for the police car my little brother shot up?"
"We already did." Lisa said. "It took a pretty good donation to the DA's reelection fund, but we did it. He's willing to overlook youthful indiscretions."
"I'm not." Mindy said coldly. She was mad enough not to care that Monica and Rachel were slowly easing themselves around her.
"Maybe..." Lisa started.
"Maybe you should stop watching old gangster films." Elvira said. They all looked up to see her standing by the edge of the lockers. Monica and Rachel quickly moved away from Mindy. Elvira was small, five feet five inches, but it was five feet five inches of muscle and fury. Elvira was wearing a pair of jeans and an UnderTaker T-shirt. She moved casually down the isle to stand beside Mindy.
"Think it through Lisa." Elvira said, reaching into Mindy's locker and handing her a turtleneck sweater. "Let's say you and your friends do beat Mindy up, and I don't kill you for it later on. All Mindy does is go to the police, swear out another complaint and your in jail. She doesn't really need witnesses, since she'll fight back and get some of your skin under her fingernails." Mindy sat down and pulled on her boots. "This isn't a bad made for tv movie."
"We were just talking." Lisa said, her voice strained.
"Won't do you any good. Talk in court, we both know that Douglas is going to get off with probation. Your father's spread enough money around for that."
"It'll still be on his record." Lisa said, taking a step back. Monica and Rachel joined her. "Doug's got a good shot at Harvard, he needs a clean record."
"He's not going to have one." Elvira said.
"Look Lisa I'm sorry." Mindy said, standing up and grabbing her book bag. "I know he's your brother, but he's a creep. I'm not dropping charges."
"And I'll be around." Elvira said, taking Mindy's arm. "Bye now."
"Dykes!" Lisa swore, slamming the door to her room shut. What made her more mad than anything was that Elvira was right. Simply beating Mindy up wasn't going to do it. But they might have scared her, at least a little. Thrown her enough so that her father's lawyer could take her apart on the stand. But there was no hope of that now, not with Elvira hanging around her. Lisa had seen Elvira fight, wolverines were gentle by comparison. Monica and Rachel may have been willing to rough Mindy up a bit, but they weren't going to tangle with Elvira.
Taking a deep breath Lisa walked out to her balcony and looked down on the town. Her kingdom, as she liked to think of it, or at least it would be when she grew up. The Douglas Mansion was on top of Sunshine Hill. Built at the turn of the century by Alex Douglas it was an architects dream of an antebellum mansion. Wide white columns, two floors and large windows. The front of the house looked down on the town, while the back looked toward the secret military base on the edge of Heavenly Swamp. Lisa's room was in the front and laid claim to the large porch over the driveway.
"Think Lisa." she said, going to over to the large telescope she had gotten for her last birthday. Theoretically it was to look at the sky. In reality was to spy on the town. Information, as her father often said, was power. Lisa focused the telescope on Mindy's house. She could see the living room, kitchen and part of the yard, but all the bedrooms were in the back. The same was true for Elvira's house. Swearing Lisa walked back into her room and laid down on the bed. She picked up a stuffed panda and hugged it to herself as she thought.
It wasn't that she wanted to help her brother out so much as she wanted to get into Harvard too. A black mark on his record could find it's way to her's quite easily. She didn't want to be running for public office one day and have to answer embarrassing questions about her brother. It'd be easy if Elvira and Mindy were really lovers, Lisa thought. A couple off good X or even R pictures would free her brother in a snap.
But they weren't, she had checked, no one had seen even a hint of lesbian activity. Aside from some crazy stories about Elvira changing size there was no dirt on either of them. But if there was no dirt, as her father pointed out, then you had to make some. But how?
The picture idea was still good, Lisa was sure of it. Mindy was paranoid about boys looking at her, about anyone looking at her really. If Lisa could just get one shot, even just a topless one... If Mindy spilled something on her blouse maybe... But no, Mindy was warned now, she'd see the photo-op coming. Besides Mindy and Elvira would know who it was, and they might go to the police. An extortion rap would definitely keep her out of Harvard.
An idea came to Lisa suddenly, as if a flash of lightning illuminated the darker part of her soul. A fully formed fiendish plan lay there. She got up and walked over to the doors to the balcony, closing them silently. Then she dropped the shades and closed the curtains. Again quietly, she walked over and locked her door. The she walked into her closet and pushed the cloths to one side. A touch on one part of the wall moved a panel revealing a safe. She opened it, cupping one hand over to other to hide the combination. Then she took out a small bottle. The bottle was her families dark secret. Her ancestor had been a pirate, and from one of the cities looted he had found the bottle. Lisa took into her room and put it on the bed, kneeling as she did so. The bottle was Arabic in style, with golden glass framed by runed iron. Lisa took the top off and rubbed it slightly.
Instantly smoke billowed out from the bottle. Dark blue in color it flowed over to the bed and formed itself into a human shape. Fair of skin and with light brown hair the genie was as she had been since that long ago day when Isaac Douglass had found her. She was a medium sized woman with hazel eyes and a slightly plump figure. A blue silk cord bound her wrist together behind back and crossed above and below her chest, causing her breast to stand out against her red halter top. She wore flowing multi-colored pantaloons and a red jewel sat in her navel. A red ball gag prevented her from speaking.
According to family legend Isaac had found the genie and she had offered him the traditional three wishes. But Isaac had heard a legend about genies. If you could bind one before the three wishes were used up, she was yours forever. He had surprised her from behind and bound her, and from that day forward Cathy (Originally it was Cathay, Isaac had named her after his ship, but no one used that name anymore) was the Douglas family slave. She was not as powerful as a free genie. In fact by binding her and keeping her bound the family was slowly killing her. But that process would take centuries.
Lisa had been told the whole story on her sixteenth birthday. The next night she took the bottle when everyone else was asleep, having long since learned the location and combination of her fathers safe. At her command Cathy took the memory of the bottle from everyone in the family. Power, as Lisa's father had often told them, was to be hoarded, not shared. Trouble was a bound genie was just not that powerful. Lisa had expected some one who could preform miracles, but Cathy could barely change someone into a toad. Still Lisa was patient, she learned over time how to use the genie. Cathy was good for little things, like exam papers, or having another students dress fall apart at the right moment. In the two years since she had gotten the genie Lisa had used her well. But Lisa knew that for anything big Cathy was useless. She had already tried to use Cathy to get Oliver out of jail, but Cathy just wasn't powerful enough. She could get him out of jail, but not erase the crimes he committed. The paperwork of the legal system defeated her.
"I've got a job for you." Lisa said, taking the gag out of Cathy's mouth.
"Yes mistress." Cathy said. Her voice was sweet, but tired, with an edge of fear.
"Relax, I'm not going to punish you." Lisa said. "I want a schedule for Elvira Peterson's babysitting jobs."
Cathy blinked and a sheet of paper appeared beside Lisa. She studied the paper and walked over to her computer. Cathy stood up and stretched as much as she was able. Her hazel eyes were clouded with pain, and she moved as if gravity was twice for her what it would be for a normal person.
"I need a couple of parents." Lisa said, getting up. "They need to be wholesome, but I only need them for a night. Can you do it."
"One parent mistress." Cathy said.
"Just one?"
"Yes mistress."
"It'll do. I also need to loose a few years for the same night. Can you make me," she paused for a moment thinking, "twelve years old?"
"Yes." Lisa looked at her sharply and Cathy added; "mistress."
"Just the body, I'd still be me, still have my mind and current memories, but I'd be twelve."
"Yes mistress."
A week later Lisa stood in a new bedroom. This house was one of the many her father owned around town. Empty since he had thrown the last tenants out. The house sat near the Dead Diamond River, a run down fifties ranch house with a lot of land around it. It was perfect for Lisa's plan. She had been there a lot during the week, cutting school when necessary. The house was now infested with hidden cameras, microphones and speakers. Every room, every hallway, all wired to motion detectors and leading to a central station in the cellar. Lisa's new mother, a slight woman just starting to gray sat in the living room. She wore a conservative flowered dress with her hair curled. Essentially she was just like the house, bland and non-threatening.
"Do it." Lisa commanded. On the bed Cathy blinked, scrunching up her face with the effort.
The spell enveloped Lisa like a cold shower turning warm. She felt the change first in her head. Lisa's world changed as her eyes moved closer together. She felt her teeth change, getting smaller. Lisa looked down and saw her chest deflate. Opening her blouse she saw her breast slowly flatten and her nipples grow lighter. Stunned she let the blouse drop to the floor. Her pants and underwear fell down. Awkwardly she stepped out of her cloths, looking at the naked twelve year old in the mirror. Stubby fingers, button nose, moppet style hair.
"I was a cute kid." she said, reveling in the way her image smiled back at her. Cute and harmless. Quickly she dressed in "Little Mermaid" pajama's. Cathy lay on the bed passed out. Lisa put the gag back into her mouth, then tied her ankles together. With the genie Lisa took no chances. For the next hour she moved through the house, rechecking everything.
Mindy pulled the car into the driveway and stopped. The car was a true luxury to her. A 1959 silver Malibu Stacy Thunderbird. Originally it had only been about a foot long, but Mindy had talked Jeremy Carrion into hitting it with a growing ray. The car, originally a toy but modified by aliens, had gadgets that would make James Bond green with envy. With Lisa Douglas around Mindy didn't want to take any chances. Lisa was not the type to give up easily. Mindy looked at the the ranch house. It was not a beautiful place. The paint was peeling, the roof needed work as did the yard. But it was a job, and since Elvira was babysitting someone else it was Mindy's job. Following Elvira's advice Mindy wore a pair of jeans with a t-shirt and plaid shirt over that. It showed off her figure, which Mindy didn't like, but skirts, as Elvira often pointed out, were dangerous. They could catch on things, be hammered into the floor and were easily set on fire. She also warned that the bulky turtlenecks Mindy normally wore were just perfect for dropping bugs into.
Walking up to the door Mindy rang the bell. There was a short pause and a pleasant looking woman in her forties opened the door.
"Hi, I'm Mindy McConnell."
"Come in, I'm Mrs. Ephemeral."
She stood back and Mindy walked past her into the house. Mindy glanced around quickly. In front of her was a set of stairs leading up. To her right was a small kitchen, to her left a living room. Past the stairs was a smaller door that Mindy guessed led to the cellar.
"Elizabeth!" Mrs. Ephemeral called. A chubby girl in little mermaid pajama's came bounding down the stairs and leapt into Mindy's arms.
"Is this her mom?"
"Yes dear, now you be good." She put a coat on and gave the girl a quick kiss. "I'll be back in a few hours, Oh and I told Liz she could back some cookies. Bye."
Well that was abrupt, Mindy thought as she put Liz down. She watched as Mrs. Ephemeral walked down the to the street and turned left.
"Come on." Liz said, grabbing Mindy's arm and pulling her toward the kitchen. "Lets bake."
Lisa could barely contain herself. Mindy had looked straight at her and not recognized her. The leap into the taller girls arms had come out of the blue, but it seemed natural. In fact Lisa seemed to have a lot more energy, there was a bounce in her step that wasn't there before.
It was a lot more fun being a kid, Lisa reflected.
"So what do you want to make?" Mindy asked. Compared to some of the horror stories Elvira told, cooking was not dangerous.
"Fudge." Liz said, pulling a pan out of a bottom cabinet. I made some mix and put it up on the shelf this afternoon."
"You put it up there?" Mindy asked, spotting a bowl. The shelf sat just under the ceiling. Even with a chair she doubted the little girl could reach it.
"I meant my mom did." Liz said.
Shrugging Mindy pulled a chair over and climbed it. She had just lifted the bowl up when a rat poked his head out of the wall to her left. Mindy screamed and fell back, landing hard on the floor with the fudge bowl landing on top of her head.
"Hey!" Liz cried, falling on top of her and spilling the cooking oil she had been carrying onto Mindy's lap. "You all right?" Liz asked, getting off of her.
"I saw a rat behind the wall."
"Creepy." Liz said. "We have the exterminators coming next week.
Mindy stood up, grabbing a dish towel. The fudge mix had seeped into her hair and shirt and the cooking oil was doing the same to her jeans.
"Oh great." she said.
"Messy." Liz agreed. "Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is."
The bathroom was at the top of the stairs to the right. To the left was another door that Mindy assumed went to a bedroom. The bathroom was small, with a toilet, small window and a shower. The shower was a phone booth sized chamber with a frosted glass door. Across from it was a full length mirror. A small cabinet set into the wall held a supply of towels. Another towel hung from a hook next to the shower.
"Boy your big." Liz said, giggling as Mindy undressed.
"Yea, I know." Mindy said, blushing slightly.
"These are going to take a while to wash." Liz said, taking the cloths as Mindy peeled them off her body. "You want to use my mother's robe?"
"Yea, thanks." Mindy said, stepping into the shower. A small rack hanging from the shower nozzle held a shampoo bottle.
"You gotta close the door or the water leaks out." Liz said.
"Ok." Mindy closed the door and turned on the water. A jet of mercifully warm water hit her and she ducked her head under it. So much for cooking not being dangerous, she thought.
Lisa ran down to the basement, stopping only to grab all the towels out of the bathroom. Then she grabbed all the sheets, pillow cases, curtains and anything else Mindy could use to cover herself. Once in the basement she turned on the monitor, getting a full color shot of Mindy in the shower.
"Beautiful." Lisa said. Mindy rinsed out her hair and then began to soap up her breast. Lisa spared a glance at the vcr. It was recording it all. "A couple of these shots and Mindy forget all about pressing charges."
What Lisa should have done at that point was go on with her original plan. Get some nude shots of Mindy, call back the fake parent and get Mindy out of the house. But Lisa was having too much fun to think about the plan. A sudden thought hit her. Grabbing a sticki-note she scribbled something on it and ran back up stairs.
Mindy showered quickly, getting the fudge mix out of her hair and rinsing off her face. Turning off the water she opened the door and reached for the towel. It wasn't there. Puzzled the wet babysitter stepped out and opened the cabinet door. Only empty space and a note greeted her.
"Hide and seek." the note said, scrawled in a child's hand.
"Liz!" Mindy growled. Outside the door she heard the child giggling. "LIZ!" She shouted, opening the door. The hallway was empty. Again Mindy heard giggling, this time from the room across the hallway. Trying to cover herself with her hands Mindy charged across, opening the door only to discover an empty bedroom. The sheets, curtains, everything was gone. "El was right." Mindy said, turning back to the hallway. "Never trust em." Mindy boldly walked down the stairs, looking for Lisa. If it had been a little boy she'd be more upset, but for a little girl Mindy could stand being naked. At least for a few minutes.
Lisa watched with glee as Mindy walked through the house. She was getting views of Mindy that not even her brother dreamed off. It would have been a shame to waste all those camera's after all. Suddenly she realized that Mindy was heading for the cellar door. Spinning around the girl grabbed Cathy and pulled the ball gag from her mouth.
"Make the cellar door look like the rest of the wall."
"Yes mistress." Cathy said, blinking.
Breathing a sigh of relief Lisa turned back to the monitor. Mindy stood in front of the door, looking puzzled. Then she went back up stairs.
"I'll leave her here naked." Lisa giggled. "Got enough power to get me, you and this tape back to my room?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Yes!" Lisa exclaimed as she reached for the off switch of the vcr. But a glance at the monitor stopped her. Mindy was laying on the bed. The tall blonde convulsed, hugging herself into a fetal position. Then she changed. Lisa watched astounded as Mindy started to shrink. It was quick, taking only a few seconds. Wings grew from Mindy's back, antenna appeared on her forehead. When it was done a doll sized fairy sat on the bed.
"What the hell... Did you do that?" Lisa demanded, turning to Cathy.
"No mistress." Cathy said.
"Then what happened?"
"I do not know, mistress."
"Find out." Lisa ordered.
Cathy blinked and a look of understanding flashed onto her face.
"She is a were-fairy, mistress. Cursed to become a fairy when the moon is full."
"Really?" Lisa said, turning to the screen. Mindy had stood up and was examining her self. "Put a cage around her."
"I can not mistress."
"What?" Lisa slapped the genie hard across the face. "Why can't you do anything?"
"She is a fairy mistress." Cathy said, her face turning red from Lisa's blow. "Even were I free my magic could not affect her."
"Great. Then seal this house up so she can't escape, and get me a net." Lisa started to get up, even as a butterfly net appeared in her hand. "Wait a minute." She stopped, looking at the screen. "What sort of magic does she have? Can I fight it?"
Mindy stood up and looked at herself, for a moment reveling in her new body. She was a fairy once more. Still tall and buxom, but now her breast no longer bounced as she walked, for they were filled with wing muscles. Her fingers and toes were longer now. The antenna started from her temples, then curved gracefully over her eyebrows to the center of each eye. From there they reached about a foot above her head. Incredibly sensitive, with nipples at each tip. She flapped her wings and hovered a little above the bed, exulting in the pleasure of flight.
"Gotcha!" Liz shouted, showering something on her. Mindy fell to the bed, gasping for air. Suddenly she started to sneeze.
"Liz... what?" Mindy managed to say between sneezes. Desperately she tried to remember some of the fairy magic she could now use. But all her attention was centered on her nose. "Music to my ears." Liz said, picking Mindy up carried her down stairs.
Mindy tried desperately to struggle, shout or even think but all she could do was sneeze. Liz carried her into the living room and held her down on the table. She pulled one of Mindy's arms out and held it down. Then she reach over and picked up a hammer. Mindy screamed, terror breaking through the sneezing. She clenched her eyes shut and waited for the pain. But all she heard was Liz giggling. Opening her eyes Mindy saw the child put a wire tack over her wrist. It was U shaped, with a white plastic at the bottom. Inverted and pounded into the table it held her wrist perfectly.
Suddenly Mindy realized she wasn't sneezing anymore. Instantly a spell came to mind, but even as she started to speak Liz sprinkled something over her face. Once again the sneezing consumed her.
"Pepper?" Mindy gasped out between sneezes.
"Tom and Jerry rules." Liz said, giggling as she secured Mindy's other arm. She spread Mindy's legs apart and secured them as well. Once that was done Liz took a magic marker and traced a geometric pattern with Mindy at it's center. As soon as it was finished the pattern glowed scarlet. In the center Mindy felt like a fish being pulled out of the water. Her limbs seemed to turn to lead, her mind was coated in mist and fog.
"What...?" Mindy tried to speak and suddenly forgot how.
"Just grounded you out for a while." Liz said. "You'll feel better in a few minutes, but no magic."
She was right, Mindy could feel her strength returning, but that part of her that could summon and control the mystical energy of the universe was dead. It was like one of her limbs was asleep, she knew it was there, but couldn't use it.
"Why? How?"
Liz threw back her head and laughed, but it wasn't the innocent laughter of a child. This laugh had a biting edge to it.
"Big strong Mindy." Liz said, prodding Mindy's helpless body with her finger. She traced a path from Mindy's feet to her vagina, then up over her stomach, stopping at her breast. With two fingers she massaged Mindy's chest. Mindy squirmed, but did no more than that.
"There's guys in school who'd give good money to see you like this." Liz said. "With or without the wings." She traced a path over Mindy's antenna. "You gotta wonder about it too. After all, how big can a guys cock be before it get's too big?"
"Lisa?" Mindy shouted, truly scared.
"You should have dropped the charges." Lisa said, laughing. "I was gonna just get some nude shots of you, but now... but now..." she laughed and stood up. "Wait here, I'll be back in a few minutes."
With that the little girl stood up and walked toward the cellar door.
As she walked into the the cellar an inner argument raged within Lisa Douglas. The normal Lisa, the one who had existed a few hours before, was all for taking the tape and going. Mindy was not going to stay a fairy for ever, only as long as the moon was up, and if she grew while Lisa was still small the game was over. The mature Lisa would have made a quick copy of the tape and hidden it, perhaps have called Monica or Rachel. They could have corroborated Lisa's story. At the very least mature Lisa would have gotten the genie to put her back to her normal age.
But that Lisa was years away, and though Lisa still had eighteen years of memories, the maturity that went with those memories had been swallowed by the recklessness of youth. This Lisa didn't like to share. The Lisa who hummed and skipped back up the steps had a new doll to play with.
"I am in deep trouble." Mindy said. With all her might she strained against the wire staples, but they held her easily. "Helga if I ever get out of this you have some explaining to do."
"I'm back." Lisa sang, poking her head around the door. "Miss me?"
"How did you know how to drain my powers?" Mindy demanded.
"It's a secret." Lisa teased, setting a bottle down on the table. In her other hand she held a box of crayons. "I might tell you later on, after I'm through coloring."
"What are you going to color?" Mindy asked. There are some questions that should never be asked. Even as the words left Mindy's mouth she knew it was a silly question. A straight line of mythic proportions. She shuddered as Lisa gave the inevitable answer.
"A fairy."
Though Mindy squirmed and writhed with every bit of muscle she had there was no escape. Lisa colored her feet blue, tickling Mindy to near black out levels in the process. The colored wax moved smoothly over her skin. Her left leg was done in gray and her right leg in purple. It was between the legs that Lisa encountered her first problem. Mindy's bush was a wide V of hair that pulled and twisted as the wax was rubbed on it.
"Stay still." Lisa said crossly.
Mindy ignored her, trying her best not to become aroused. As a fairy her sex drive was far more than a humans.
"Darn." Lisa said putting the crayon down. She got up and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a watercolor paint set.
I never knew you were such and artist, Mindy thought as Lisa painted her bush orange. Luckily the water colored paint did little to arouse her.
Lisa used black and white stripes on Mindy's stomach, again tickling her wildly as she did so. Mindy's breast were squeezed and pushed while Lisa colored one red and one yellow. She used brown on the upper chest and arms. Each of Mindy's hands were colored black. Taking black crayon Lisa drew a Groucho mustache on Mindy's face and matched it with a set of fuzzy eyebrows.
"There." Lisa said, sitting back to take a full look. "Almost done."
"Almost?" Mindy echoed.
"Gotta get the back." Lisa said, holding up a pair of needle nose pliers.
Oh yea, Mindy thought, please give me a chance to get free.
Lisa was smarter than that though. She pulled the nails that held Mindy's legs, but left the ones holding her wrist. Then she pulled the fairy's legs up until only Mindy's shoulders and neck were still on the table. Infuriated Mindy pulled against the nails holding her wrist. Slowly she felt them move.
Mindy was so surprised she stopped straining. Then she started again. Lisa didn't notice, so intent was she on her coloring. Mindy realized that with the rest of her body straight up she had the leverage to free her arms. Bracing herself Mindy focused all her strength into her arms.
"There." Lisa said, letting Mindy drop.
"There!" Mindy shouted, pulling her arms free. In a second she was airborne and heading toward the door.
"Hey!" Lisa shouted, throwing a handful of crayons at her. They scattered in the air and a few of them hit Mindy in the back. The fairy dropped, but recovered in mid air just as Lisa was grabbing for her. Missing the fairy the child slammed the door shut. Flying to the ceiling Mindy grabbed a piece of the molding and held on. She looked down at the false child.
"Come down here!" Lisa commanded.
Mindy didn't bother answering, she just looked for a way out of the room. For a few minutes they just looked at each other. Mindy's wings ached where the crayons had struck them. Lisa was suffering the frustration that only a child could suffer. It was Lisa who broke the silence.
"You can't get out, and you can't stay up there forever."
"I don't have to stay up here forever." Mindy said.
"We're not done playing." Lisa exclaimed. Deep within her the argument was raging again. Adult Lisa told her to forget about playing and just snap a few pictures. Immature Lisa was having none of that, she didn't
brook disobedience from her dolls. More than one had gone into the micro-wave as punishment. Mindy deserved something like that. Immature Lisa then did the thing that Adult Lisa never would have. She picked up the lamp and rubbed it.
Mindy could still be amazed. That surprised her. But seeing smoke come out of a bottle and solidifying into the shape of a young woman amazed her. At the same time a lot of things about the Douglas family snapped into focus. All the lottery wins the family had, all the lucky
coincidences that kept them in wealth and luxury. They had all come from the bottle. The genie looked pale and worn. Her eyes were clouded with tears and her skin around the ropes was turning green.
"Please mistress." she begged. "I need more rest."
"Shut up." Lisa said. "Look I want a phaser like they have on star trek."
The genie closed her eyes, summoning her magic. Mindy felt a stab of sympathy for her. From the knowledge she had as a fairy Mindy knew that genies were slaves, but she had never realized how completely captive they
were. A phaser pistol from the original star trek show appeared Lisa's hand. She aimed and fired before Mindy could move. For a moment Mindy wondered if her fairy body could take a shot of charged energy. But nothing
happened.
"It doesn't work?" Lisa shouted, turning to the fairy. "I want a working one!"
"I can't mistress, not without more rest... I am too weak."
"Useless!" Lisa snapped, slapping her across the face.
"Hey!" Mindy shouted, drifting down toward them. "Pick on someone who isn't tied up. Or isn't smaller than you." she added as Lisa swung at her. Mindy retreated to the ceiling once more.
Pulling down the genie's top Lisa grabbed her nipple and twisted. Cathy cried out in pain and sank into the couch.
"I want a working phaser." Lisa said coldly. "Or do you want me to get the shoes out again?"
A look of terror came on Cathy's face and she blinked, passing out with the effort. Lisa spun around, the phaser in her hand. This time Mindy dodged and Lisa scorched the wall.
"Darn." Lisa snapped, turning to the genie she slapped Cathy's breast. "See what you made me do?"
"My bottle mistress." Cathy whimpered. "Must rest."
"You'll get your rest when I say you will." Lisa said. Grabbing the genies shoulders Lisa forced her face down onto the couch and put the bottle a foot away from her. "Don't move."
Lisa looked up and saw Mindy hovering near the door. She quickly reset the phaser and fired again. The door vanished in a crimson glow and Mindy flew out of the room. Screaming Lisa charged after her.
Mindy flew back into the room a few minutes later. Behind her Lisa could be heard shouting and firing. Cathy lay where she had been ordered to lay. Her legs were in an awkward position under her and her face was pressed hard into the fabric. With pained hazel eyes she watched as Mindy flew toward her.
"Please..." she whispered, obviously talking with great effort. "Help me."
"Hold on." Mindy said, flying to the ropes. But at her present size the knots were as big as a hand bag and as tight as steel chains. Mindy pulled and twisted with everything she had, but couldn't budge them. "Sorry." Mindy said, flying back in front of her face. "But your stuck until I get back to full size."
"My bottle." the genie looked longingly at where Lisa had put the bottle.
Mindy walked over and pushed the bottle over, then rolled it over until it nearly touched Cathy's face.
"Help me." Cathy pleaded.
Suddenly understanding Mind put one hand on the rim of the bottle and the other hand on the genie's forehead. Cathy blinked and they were suddenly enveloped in a cloud of smoke. Mindy felt her body go soft, like she had been suddenly dumped in a whirlpool bathtub. Smoke was all around her, but she had no trouble breathing. The smoke swirled around her for a time that could have been an instant or a year. When it cleared they were in what looked like a dungeon.
It was a dungeon like many Mindy had seen in her comic books. Torches lit the place dimly, making it hard to tell how large it was. In the center of the room was a large fire pit filled with red hot coals. Four torture racks were spaced evenly around the fire pit. On the walls were numerous manacles. Cells lined the walls and small cages dangled from the shadowed ceiling. Mindy and the genie had materialized in a circle next to the fire pit. Mindy shuddered, the feeling of despair and pain was palpable. Suddenly she realized that Cathy had materialized next to her and both of them were the same size. Mindy was still a fairy though.
"Easy." she said, letting Cathy down to the floor as gently as she could.
"There." the genie said, lifting her head toward a large four poster bed set in one of the cells. The bed was completely out of place in the dungeon. It was round and curtained. Multi-colored silks, semi transparent giving off a faint gossamer glow contrasted with the dull black stone. Dozens of differently shaped and colored cushions lay on the bed. Mindy carried Cathy over to the bed and laid her down. The genie seemed to melt into the silks. "Let me get those ropes now."
"No." the genie warned, but it was too late. A spark flew from the ropes and burned Mindy's hand.
"Figures." Mindy said, rubbing the burn. "It's never that easy."
"Please..." Cathy whispered, "water..."
Mindy looked around and saw another anomaly in the next cell. A large crystal fountain in the shape of a butterfly sitting on a rose. The butterfly's wings were rainbow hued stain glass. From them a clear stream of water cascaded into the red bowl that the rose formed. Mindy walked over to it and took a small cup from the side of the bowl. She filled the cup and then walked back to the bed. Gently she eased Cathy into a sitting position and held the cup to her lips. The genie drank greedily, sucking the water from the cup as if she were dying of thirst. The more she drank the more solid she seemed to be, and Mindy realized that Cathy was drinking more than the cup could hold. But the water level never seemed to drop. For long minutes they sat there, Mindy holding her and Cathy drinking. Finally the genie stopped and looked up at Mindy with gratitude that bordered on worship.
"Thank you, oh thank you." Cathy said, kissing Mindy's hand.
"It's ok." Mindy said, easing her hand away. Cathy continued kissing, her face falling into Mindy's chest. "It's ok." Mindy repeated, a bit more forcefully this time. Cathy ignored her and kept kissing and nuzzling her. "Enough." Mindy said, firmly but gently. She let Cathy lay back on the bed and replaced the cup.
"You actually live here?"
"Were else would a genie live but in a bottle?"
"It's not too cheery." Mindy said, walking back over to her.
"This is not how it always was." the genie sat up on her own and looked around sadly. "Lisa's grandmother was a cruel, cowardly woman. She had me create this chamber, and one after another her enemies were brought here. She would torture them, then command me to return them to the world without memory. She took pictures as she tortured them, and then used those pictures to bend them to her will."
"This is not a nice genetic tree to be messing with." Mindy said, sitting down. "How did you get mixed up with them."
"The patriarch of the clan, Isaac Douglas found me." Cathy said. She turned pale at the memory and Mindy put an arm around her shoulders. "I had not been called for centuries, and I was careless. He bound me after his second wish, twisting me tightly with silken cords. Somehow he found out that if a genie is bound before the third wish she is enslaved to her capture. Aye to him and his family through the life of that family line. For ages I have been their slaves. They never allowed me to drink, for fear I would become powerful enough to break free. I was only able to rest." She pressed her head into Mindy's shoulder. "Oh thank you for letting me drink."
"Ok, we've established your grateful." Mindy said, pushing her back. "Now lets figure out how to free you." "It can not be done." Cathy said. "I can only be freed by he who bound me, and he is dead."
"So it can't be by Lisa or someone else in the family?"
"No mistress."
"Mindy, my names Mindy."
"No mistress Mindy."
"Just Mindy."
"But you aided me." Cathy said, looking puzzled. "Despite that my power was used against you. Even now you take my part, surely you wish me for yourself mistress Mindy." Cathy laid down and put her had on Mindy's lap. Her eyes looked with longing and devotion toward the fairy. "And I wish nothing more than to serve you."
"Why can't I ever get this from guys?" Mindy wondered aloud. Taking Cathy's shoulders she eased the genie back into a sitting position. "What is all this serving stuff anyway, you like being a slave?"
"I am not a slave." Cathy insisted.
"Your tied up in a dungeon." Mindy countered.
"You do not understand." Cathy said. "As a servant I am useful, I am free from power."
"But you still have power."
"But I can not use it for myself and thus I am free."
"What?"
"As a free being I could have anything I wanted. But if you can have Everything you want, what is the point of having Anything. Freedom for my kind would mean omnipotence, but power without direction, without passion."
"Oh." Mindy said, starting to understand. "You don't like being a slave, but you love being a servant."
"Yes, for as I serve I have freedom from choice and responsibility."
"Man that guy who wrote the Gor novels was completely off base." Mindy said. "Ok, let's deal the the problems one at a time. Lisa first, me getting back to normal size second, your freedom last."
"What ever you say mistress Mindy." Cathy said.
Mindy sighed and decided to let the matter drop.
Adult Lisa had finally gotten through to immature Lisa. It had taken twenty minutes but she got through. Lisa went back to the living room, phaser at the ready. The house was sealed, Cathy had done that at least. Mindy had to be somewhere. She'd get the genie to conjure up an army of small dolls or something.
Lisa stopped in the doorway, her stomach dropping as she looked for Cathy. The genie was no where in sight. Deep with in her Adult Lisa raised holy hell, breaking through the immature Lisa's prison of recklessness. Lisa went over to the couch and picked up the bottle. She rubbed it, hoping against hope that the genie would appear. Lisa breathed a sigh of relief when the familiar smoke issued forth and took shape on the couch. But there was something different about Cathy this time. Adult Lisa noticed it immediately, but with the fear gone she had little say in matters anymore.
"Yes mistress." Cathy asked.
"How'd you get back into the bottle without my permission?" Lisa demanded.
"I..." Cathy hesitated, looking down.
"Tell me the truth." Lisa ordered.
"The fairy aided me."
"Traitor!" Lisa snapped, slapping her across the face. "Where is she now?"
"Still in the bottle mistress."
"Then get us in there." Lisa commanded.
"Yes mistress."
Even as they changed from smoke to flesh Adult Lisa was screaming at Immature Lisa. But the warning came to late. The phaser was chopped out of her hand and before she could say a word a silk gag was wrapped around her mouth.
"Hi there." Mindy said, smiling.
Lisa looked at her, going white as she realized her height advantage was gone. Desperately she reached for the gag, but Mindy grabbed her hands and forced them behind her back. Then she lifted the girl up and carried her over to one of the torture racks. Lisa squirmed and twisted like a mad snake but Mindy held her down and forced her wrist and ankles into the manacles. After that a few turns of the wheel and Lisa was held taunt. Mindy stepped back and watched for a few moments as the girl pulled and twisted. Then she led Cathy over to the entrance.
"Come on, we need some help."
End.
Well Lisa's taken care of for now, but Mindy now faces the problem of what to do with her. Also she has to figure out how to stop being a fairy during the full moon, or if she wants to stop being a fairy during the full moon. Not to mention the adoring genie (who is powerless unless Lisa tells her to do something) who wants to be her devoted servant. (Is this last part a problem?)
More to come, stay tuned.
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