Eternal bondage genie prologue: Luther
Content warning: this story is about unconsenting sexual torture. Such a subject is triggering or disturbing to many users, please proceed with discretion. This story is only a fantasy. In real life, enthusiastic consent to sex is morally mandatory no matter what.
Attribution note: this story/series is based on the NSFW choose your own adventure I found on reddit, by user BeTheGirlAnon, who gave permission for it to be used in these stories.
One more author's note: this is a prologue, designed to show how the eternal bondage genies work. I plan on future stories cutting to the action a little faster. Stay tuned for the epilogue of Siena and Luther!
Luther fell asleep as soon as he hit the mattress. It was a rough week, he'd worked more than his share of overtime, and while he was admittedly in the mood for plenty of other activities (most of them sexual,) he was just too exhausted for it. He'd been a little worked up all week, hoping to leave work in time for a porn binge or even a night looking for a hookup, but it just didn't come together.
Perhaps, then, it was no surprise when his dreams took a turn for the sexual.
Luther found himself standing in an empty void, the dark, heavy, blue-adjacent color of a moonlit sky, but without any starlight to break up the monotony. Below his feet, solid ground: maybe 10'x10' of stone tile. Other than himself, the only other thing on this tile was an archaic oil lamp, the kind you'd expect a genie to pop out of.
And then, one did. Were it not for the dream logic, Luther would have been quite startled by the woman's sudden appearance. She had honey skin tone and hair that was an obviously unnatural pink, but in a tasteful shade that wasn't tacky. The woman was absolutely gorgeous, but not quite young - perhaps in her lower thirties - with impressive curves unobstructed by a small cloth-wrapped top and a revealing tabard. The lack of other clothing underneath was plainly clear.
The woman locked eyes and approached Luther, a subtle grin on her face betraying excitement more visible in her eyes.
"Welcome to my domain, Luther," she said, stopping perhaps a foot away: just close enough to breach his personal bubble and get his attention, not enough to get him anxious. "Looks like you got lucky."
Luther stammered, and tried to look anywhere other than her cleavage, which was nearly popping out. He didn't usually go for MILF types, but this supernatural woman had him questioning that taste.
She held a single finger to his lips before he could embarrass himself.
"I come to you tonight with an exciting opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime chance almost no mortals will ever experience," she said. "At your wish, I can seal away another person, to whatever torments you choose, forever. A fellow human being, freed from the shackles of mortality, but sentenced to an eternity as your plaything, entirely on your whim. I know you'd like that, wouldn't you Luther?"
She placed a hand on Luther's face and tugged his chin so he was forced to make eye contact. The interest in milf-related kinks grew sharply.
"But do not take this lightly. Whoever you choose will be left to suffer and squirm long after you're gone, long after they fade from any living memory. I'm talking about permanent, eternal, bondage. It will not be a fate anyone deserves, you will not be rightfully serving any higher purpose. It will be an act of pointless, purposeful, delicious cruelty. But it will be an act of utter, unpreventable domination, and I know you're into that. Shall we begin?"
In his dream state, Luther did not hesitate before nodding yes. He was so immersed in the woman's presence, and the raw fantasy of such irreversible domination made his cock surge.
"You'll get a number of points to spend, based on your victim's eternity. You can choose whoever you like," she said.
"You can have a volunteer, some woman who already has an enthusiastic kink for permanent bondage. You won't know her, but her interest in being bound away forever will be unquestionable, whether she admits it to others or not. I can't guarantee she'll still feel that way after the first year, though! I'll even get them to agree to it in the middle of their own dream, if that makes it easier to live with what you're sentencing her to.
"Or I could just give you some attractive stranger," she giggled. "Someone you've never met, someone who couldn't possibly deserve such a fate. Oh, of course she won't be pleased, but it would be a LOT of fun for us! Or maybe you'd like someone specific. I bet you've got someone in mind, don't you?"
Luther paused to consider his options.
There was an ex or two he'd like to get back at. Or his bitch of a boss, the one who had him working so much overtime he couldn't even find time to jerk one out.
Then he remembered Siena. The high school crush he'd met at summer camp, and never spoken to again. She'd since become something of an internet microcelebrity, no doubt because of her looks, which only improved with age, now in her early 20s, the same as him. Hardly a day went by where he didn't kick himself for neglecting to ask her out back when they met. He knew it probably wouldn't have worked out, they lived hundreds of miles from one another, and yet, Luther couldn't help but get jealous whenever she posted online about her newest boyfriend, or offhandedly flirting with her girlfriends.
Luther's sex drive went into overtime thinking about her, forever trapped in sexual torment. He didn't need to consider any longer.
