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Meanwhile, the two guys in question, Frank, and the French delegate, Nicholas, were indeed on their way to see Harry in the changing rooms.
“I’ve checked Freddie,” said Nicholas. “He’s clean.”
“Must have been Harry wishing for them both then,” Frank said. The two of them walked into the changing rooms, where they saw Harry getting a blowjob from Sarosa, while the other competitors took no notice.
“Harry Robinson?” Frank asked.
“What!?” Harry groaned. “Can’t you see I’m busy here.”
“My apologies,” Frank said. “My name is Frank Johnson, and this is my associate, Nicholas Durand. We’d like to speak to you and your genie.” Sarosa stopped sucking at this, and the two of them stared at the men in shock.
“Worry not, we mean you no harm,” Nicholas said. “We represent an organisation which would be very interested in meeting you.”
“You’re not with the Brookmans’ lot, are you?” Sarosa asked. “Because if so, we’re not interested.” Frank and Nicholas looked a little bit shocked at this, but remained calm.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Frank said. “But the rest of our group would be very interested in meeting you.”
“Master, I do not recommend we go with them.”
“Shut up, Sarosa,” Harry snapeed. “What sort of group is this?”
“All will be revealed on arrival,” Nicholas said. “Come, we have a car waiting.”
Harry stood up and pulled his shorts up, and followed after the men, with Sarosa staying close to him. They led him outside to a large limo, and the 4 of them sat in the back. Nicholas clapped his hands, and the car set off.
“Where are we going?” Harry asked.
“All will be revealed,” Frank replied. He pressed a button, and a plate of vol-au-vents appeared. “Please, help yourself.”
“And if you’d like a drink…” Nicholas said.
“I’d just like to say I don’t trust you two and I think we should leave,” Sarosa said.
“No-one asked for your opinion,” Harry said, stuffing his face full of vol-au-vents.
“Yes genie, be quiet,” Nicholas ordered.
“Neither of you are genies, I’d know one of my brothers anywhere,” Sarosa said. “But there’s a large amount of magic on you both.”
“Sarosa, I said shut up!” Harry shouted, his mouth full.
The car arrived at the organisation’s building, and the two of them were lead in. Sarosa noted that the entire building, as well as all of the heavily-armed guards around were practically swimming in magic.
“It’s at this point I’d ask you to dismiss your genie,” Frank said. “Strictly humans only beyond this point.”
“Oh, alright,” Harry said. “Into your lamp, Sarosa.”
“Master, I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” Sarosa said.
“Sarosa, I wasn’t asking.”
“But Master, I-”
“NOW!”
“…Yes Master.”
Reluctantly, Sarosa conjured her lamp in Harry’s hands, and was then sucked into it in a cloud of dark-blue smoke. Harry then walked into the room with the men. Inside was a large conference table, though no-one was around it.
“Please, sit down,” Frank said, and Harry did so, placing Sarosa’s lamp down on the table.
“Comfortable?” Nicholas asked, and Harry nodded. “Good.” Nicholas pressed a button, and a set of chains appeared, wrapping themselves around Harry and completely immobilising him.
“What’s going on!?” Harry asked.
“The first step in saving the world,” Frank said. He put a pair of gloves on, and picked up Sarosa’s lamp. “This is what people like you get.”
“What do you mean!? People like me?”
“Those who would use the power of genies to infringe on the liberties of others,” Nicholas replied. “You and the rest of your ilk are a danger to humanity, and must be stopped.”
Harry look around and saw the room changing into a completely white void, with only his chair and the door remaining.
“You will be left here until you die,” Frank said. “Which if you’ve done something silly like eliminating your need for food, will be a very long time indeed.”
“You can’t do this! This is murder!” Harry protested.
“It’s more than scum like you deserves,” Frank continued. “You and every other Master will be rounded up and killed, and humanity will be free of the genies’ tyranny forever. Goodbye.”
Frank and Nicholas left, and the door disappeared, leaving Harry on his own. It was true that he’d eliminated all unnecessary bodily functions, so he was likely to be here for decades before his body gave in.
“Oh, and just to speed things up a bit, as well as torture you,” Nicholas’ voice said over the intercom. “We’re going to very slowly remove the air and heat from your cell.” Now that was definitely bad. Harry didn’t have any sort of protection against anything like that.
“Sarosa!” He shouted. “Help me!”
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“Look, I don’t know who you are, lady, but we’re perfectly safe here,” Charlie said.
“It is in your best interests to keep your Mistresshood secret,” the woman said.
“Why?”
“I’ll explain at your place,” the woman said. She then grabbed Daniel, and disappeared.
“Hey!” Charlie shouted. “You can’t do that! Afericus, I wish for you to take us home!”
“It shall be done, Mistress.”
In an instant, the two of them were back in her living room, where they saw Daniel and the woman sat on the sofa.
“I’m sorry about this,” she said. “But I didn’t want to talk with anyone around.”
“Would you mind explaining who you are now and what’s going on?” Charlie asked.
“No to the former, yes to the later,” the woman replied. “It’s better if I keep myself to myself.”
“I thought genies had to obey humans?” Charlie asked.
“I’m not a genie,” the woman told her.
“But you have magic?”
“Like I said, it’s better to keep myself to myself. And anyway, even if I were a genie, I wouldn’t be obliged to obey some random girl.”
“I’m not some random girl!” Charlie shouted.
“More than 100 billion people have inhabited this planet over the years. You’re no more special than any one of them.”
“Charlie, is there a chance you could not make this woman mad please?” Daniel asked. “I’ve had quite enough of people casting random magic spells on me.”
“Okay fine,” Charlie said. “Will you at least tell us your name?”
“Antonella,” she replied.
“What kind of a name is that?”
“You’re a girl called Charlie, and you’re insulting my name? You know, I’m really starting to regret saving you.”
“Saving us from what?”
“That event was set up purely to lure out genies and their Masters,” Antonella explained. “They’re hosting dozens of them over the next few weeks.”
“Who’s “they”?”
“The UN. They’ve set up a special division specifically targeted at removing magic from the world.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Anyone who’s rubbed a genie’s lamp has near-infinite magical power at their disposal. And there are thousands of genies on Earth. They’re scared.”
“That’s no excuse to try and get rid of all the genies!”
“Isn’t it? Look at this from their perspective. Most Masters use their genies to have fun. But what’s fun for one person isn’t necessarily fun for another. Their idea of fun might involve torturing random people on the street. Hell, Daniel’s brother has, without any specific malicious intent, committed several hundred counts of what is effectively mind-controlled rape. Many would see that as reason enough to have him killed.”
“And do you agree with that?”
“Of course not. Magic, when used properly, can be a tool for great good. And in truth, this group only poses a danger to those foolish enough to allow themselves to be harmed. With what I’ve read from your mind, Daniel, I fear that your brother may fall into that category.”
“Harry?” Daniel asked. “You think he’s in danger?”
“Possibly,” Antonella replied. “Assuming he allowed the group to lead him into a trap.”
“Well we’ve got to do something!”