The bar was half empty. Hannah's last show had been classical ballet and so she lost public. If she had done a more erotic dance she would have much more viewers, as had already happened twice. She didn't care. Her agreement with the owner was that she danced whatever she wanted but didn't get paid. So she did a different style with each show, to try new things.

Normally Rahne would be waiting for her in the dressing room, but that day she had stuff to do so she hadn't attended the show. Instead Rama was waiting in the table were he had been sitting, watching the show. He had watched them all but after the conversation of the last year, when he revealed the truth, their relationship had become more cold and so he used to leave right after the dance. That day he waited.

-Do you..., need a lift?- Hannah asked, knowing the answer, but confused because he was still there, when she went to the table to tell him that she was ready to go.

-No, but I'd like to talk and the car trip serves as an excuse.

-Very subtle...- Hannah replied with irony, but Rama didn't catch it.

-I think I understand why you are so cold with me.- He said as soon as they got in the car.

-Do you?- Hannah started the engine and they left.

-I might have scared you when I told you that you were my slave and I expect adoration. Perhaps if I show you my perspective would be of use for you.

-Of course...- Hannah was getting more and more nervous.

Rama explained that in the old days he was sort of a god and people used to treat him with reverence and sometimes adoration. He didn't need nor demand that. What he needed was just company. He was trapped in a statue so he developed a system of slavery in exchange for wishes just to have people to talk to. At first having slaves was a means to have them close for long periods of time, and not be alone. Then it became sort of a tradition and everybody had normalized it, including him, but he never needed it. He certainly didn't force himself into anybody's life. He just proposed an exchange and the humans accepted it with more or less joy.

Then came a terribly long period, about three thousand years, in which nobody talked to him. Until Hannah. He had nobody else. He knew that he had to do his best to grant her wish. It was in his best interest to have her live a long and happy life, because all those years he would be able to walk freely. As long as she didn't break the deal.

After he said the truth, about a year and a half ago, her relationship with Hannah had changed. She wasn't comfortable with him anymore. She was afraid that, because of the supposed slavery, he would demand of her something unpleasant and so she avoided him. And so the main purpose of the exchange was not being met.

-I have never asked anything of you. I don't know why you are so cold with me. I miss our friendship, if that's the right word.

-I didn't know...- Hannah had been so afraid of the slavery thing that she hadn't considered Rama's point of view. He was not wrong, all those years alone, trapped in a statue, musted have been terrible.- How is it, by the way? Inside the statue.

Rama explained that it had a cavity inside. He could shrink as much as he wanted, even microscopic. In that cavity, no more than a couple of inches wide, he had created a whole city with thousands of people and as many pieces of art as his creativity allowed. Of course all these people were puppets and only had the dialogues he gave them. He had spent all that time building and rebuilding that tiny city and talking with puppets.

-So, what I mean is that, for me, you are mine, but I still don't have the need to mistreat you in any way or make you feel miserable. I would very often have sex with my slaves in the old days, but I never forced them. I always...- He made a short pause.- Well, not always, but in general I would make it enjoyable for them. I'm not going to force you, but I'd like to..., you know, spend time with you.- Hannah didn't know what to say so she just kept quiet.

-The last years Joanne, Rahne and I made a series of adventures, based on each one's fantasies. You were present in two of them, in fact. Would you like to do something like that?- Hannah asked after a few minutes of silence, when she found something to say.

-A fantasy... Like a desire?- Hannah nodded.- I, eh... Well I'd like to be free from the statue.

-Ok, how would we do that?- Hannah replied without hesitation.

-You would do that? Would you set free a being like me? Twelve powerful mages sacrificed their lives to collect the power to bind me to that statue. That dangerous I am.

-Ok, man! I was going to help you but if you are that dangerous, then I won't.- She joked and he pouted as he hadn't gotten the joke.- Why did they cage you?

-Because they wanted to rule the land, obviously. I told them several times that I didn't give a fuck about their damn desert, I just lived there, but for them I was a threat.

-Do you want to be free or not?- Hannah asked suddenly after a few minutes in silence, startling him.

Two months later Rama went to Hannah's home to met her and Slut. Hannah had bought the statue for a few hundred thousands. The museum was happy to get rid of something they considered to be worthless. The plan was as simple as possible. Make a hole with a drill from the surface of the statue down to the hollow cavity inside. If that didn't work then apply heat and melt it down, but some other day. In the backyard, under a big canopy that covered all the space between the house and the wooden shed with the fun, kinky equipment, they went at it.

-Ready to be free, big guy?- Asked Slut.

-Oh, yeah.- With no more ceremony Hannah drilled the hole. Some meters away Slut was checking her cellphone, strangely noticing that it didn't work. She was sure that she had charged the battery.

-Do you feel something?

-No, nothing.- To be sure she drilled a few more holes. Slut started to write something on her phone after several minutes grumbling about it not working.- Still nothing.

-The internet doesn't say anything about breaking weird golden statues to free djinns.- Slut said after Hannah had finished.

-Thank you anyways.- Rama hugged Hannah to show gratitude. Then he hugged Slut as well.- The phone wasn't working?

-The battery has been acting weird lately.- She replied.- I'm sorry, Rama. We will try melting it some other day.

-Since this went wrong is there other fantasy you'd like to do?- Rama shook his head hesitangtly, as he wasn't in the mood for anything at that precise moment.

-You could go upstairs and fuck.- Slut blurted out suddenly while she absently read something on the phone. Rama looked at Hannah and she did the same.- I mean, Rama's girlfriend and I have discussed this and we are ok. Not that you need permission anyways.

Putting an arm behind and bending his back down slightly he extended his other arm with his hand palm up. Hannah shrugged her shoulders and grabbed his hand. She guided him towards the bedroom, proving that she was also ok with the idea. It was his decision then. After the fiasco before a bit of carnal appreciation would feel very good, and he was smart enough to understand that such an offer from a beautiful young lady wouldn't be bad.

Along the way Rama transformed Hannah's pijama into a light golden sirik, linking arms, legs and neck. She went towards the stairs but then relized that the couch was perfectly fine and closer. Besides the bed had been only for Rahne so far.

-Please, master, make me yours.- She purred in a awkwardly sexy tone. Slut, who had followed behind, smiled. She had teached Hannah that trick and was proud.

Hannah leaned on the couch and Rama, who had gotten naked while walking because his clothes weren't actually clothes, leaned on top. He kissed her softly on the lips. She started to breathe hard and opened her mouth. He did as well and they shared a deep kiss, intertwining tongues. He did taste slightly sweet, she noticed.

Then she noted something hard pressing against the entrance of her vagina. That was the key moment, when the only inconvenient of being a slave to a djinn so far, could turn irrelevant. The hardness pressed a bit deeper, reaching the mesh of wires. Then deeper, so Hannah could feel the wires pulling on her inner labia, spreading them. And then, she felt something new. Pressure again but from the inside out. And deep inside.

The thing just kept growing, filling all the space up to the cervix, applying soft pressure everywhere but without any kind of pain. Quite the opposite, soft skin producing a warm feeling.

-Do you like it so far?- Asked Rama.

-I don't know what's happening but keep going.

-I cannot do this often because I have a girlfriend now and...

-Do it!- Hannah urged. Both Rama and Slut smiled.

Once Rama had measured width and depth, his thing turned into a penis of the appropriate size and started to piston in and out. Amazed, Hannah just closed her eyes and enjoyed. She had almost lost all hope, but it was happening at last. That magical penis had passed through the net and was giving her a great time.

Rama made her turn around, so she was kneeling on the couch, ass up, face down. With the chains she was wearing that posture worked better. He didn't need to move his hips as he could shapeshift his penis already inside her, but he did it anyways, guessing that for her would feel more natural. So he started to back down and then push. In and out. Slow at first and gradually building speed. All the time Rahne was there, leaning against the wall, making sure that everything was as perfect as such improvisation allowed.

All the doubts Hannah had about the impossibility of regular penetrative sex faded as Rama's penis kept moving inside her. Forgetting about her worries she just enjoyed what was happening. It wasn't an human man, in a normal romantic relationship, like she would have preferred. Instead she had a djinn while another woman watched. And she loved every second.

Pleasure erased all concerns. Her orgasm was quickly building up. She started to moan loudly, no need to be prude at that point. He sped up. In merely a couple of minutes she found her release and he followed suit. For a moment nobody moved, as he was still holding her weight by her hips. Slut's claps ended the silence.

-Thank you, Rama.- Hannah whispered.

-A pleasure for both of us, my dear friend and slave.- He replied, happy and proud. Then he transformed Hannah's chains back into a pijama and helped her sit down.

-So how often could we...?- She asked.

-I'll ask my girlfriend. Marmara will be angry if we spend too much time together, but she will allow this to happen occasionally. She's very understanding.

-So am I, but that's been my girl for many months, and you are going to need my permission too.- Slut intervened.

-Sorry, Rahne, you are right.

-I was kidding, mistress. You can do what you want.

-I want to make this work. We all can have a bit of what we want, if we just...- Slut sat on the couch behind Hannah and hugged her crossing her legs over the other one's lap.

-This will work.- Slut kissed softly Hannah's neck.- We will find a way to get this djinn free, so he can conquer the world or whatever they do.

-We are more on the hedonistic side actually.- Rama still had trouble getting modern humor.- Well, I should get going.

-Stay where you are, dude. My mistress has been waiting for you for a long time.- Slut leaned down on the couch.- Put those chains again and do her on top of me. If we are doing this we better do it right, and one orgasm is not enough. Come on...- Both Hannah and Rama were surprised by Slut's sudden bossy attitude but she was completely right, and besides she was expert on those things, so they followed her advise, with no regrets.