She tries standing up, but fails because she is weak and because of her overly large bosom. Nikki was also feeling very in need of some sexual relief.
"Mark.." She moaned. "Can you please let me use the rock?"
"Of course."
She was surprised. Why would he let her use it after what he had tried earlier?
"I wish..."
"Hold on. Whenever you make a wish with the stone it will always please me or make your life even more miserable in a very sexual manner."
It was now or never.
“I wish Mark would have an orgasm so intense he wouldn’t be able to speak or move for 5 minutes.”
Realization hit Mark right before the orgasm did. He had given Nikki a method of attack, even to victory.
“See the word ‘please’ here means to cause pleasure, not to make you happy, not to give you what you want. Pleasure is a word often used synonymously with enjoyment, but it’s actually just a physical sensation similar to pain, capable of being distracting or even incapacitating, so it was within the bounds of your order.”
Mark looked over at Nikki/Jon, and it was clear what he was thinking: at the end of the 5 minutes, you’re going to regret it.
“I don’t think I can undo the damage you did to me, under the constraints you have wished for or forced me to wish for. I can’t have the life I want or restore what I lost. But before the 5 minutes are up, there’s a lot that can happen. You can’t order or even influence me if you can’t speak or use your hands. In your arrogance you lost the game. Because you know what the difference is between what you did and what I’m going to do?”
Jon left the room as Mark continued coming, only to return from the kitchen with a huge knife.
“The difference is, I’m not going to torture you Mark. Now you did order me never to attack you. But that was just an order from you as a fem-master, you didn't actually wish with the stone that I couldn't attack you. You said I want, not I wish. A wish from the stone supersedes that. I don't have much wiggle room, but I think I have a way. So I wish that I can stab you with this knife, but that it will give you a momentary sexual thrill as I'm doing so even though you will be injured in the usual way you would be injured by being stabbed by a knife like this. I believe that fulfills all the constraints. I made the wish under your orders and it satisfies your requirements on the wish, it's making a wish that causes you pleasure, and so supersedes your fem-master order to not attack you. And so now, I am free to attack you with it.”
Mark’s eyes followed Jon/Nikki’s motion through the room with horror as she approached. He ejaculated one last squirt, getting it on Jon, as she plunged the knife into his chest.
Mark gasped, unable to scream.
“Checkmate, Mark. I don’t think the masculinity you got from me is going to be enough to let you shrug this off.” She slid the knife out and stabbed Mark again repeatedly. “I did wish you would have an orgasm for 5 minutes Mark. Being alive is a prerequisite to be able to do that, and I think that’s the only thing keeping you alive right now. But that isn’t just a mortal injury, that’s a very mortal injury. I just stabbed you in the heart and lungs at least a dozen times. I’d say you have about 2 minutes left now Mark. You know what?” Jon rushed over to Mark’s computer, which was apparently already on and brought up youtube, and then a familiar video. “The perfect thing for you to experience in your final moments,” she said as the video started with “Yeahhhhhh…”
“7 am, wakin’ up in the morning, gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs, gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal…” the vocals in the video began.
Mark wanted to scream. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end! It was never supposed to end!
“It’s Friday. Friday. Gotta get down on Friday.” the video continued.
“Ok, maybe I lied a little about not torturing you,” Nikki said.
Mark’s 5 minutes ran out right as Ms. Black was finishing in unenthusiastically singing “yesterday was Thursday.” A few moments of agony passed, Mark continued twitching, now no longer in sexual climax, still unable to scream but now because his lungs were filled with blood, and then he stopped moving and his eyes looked forward blankly.
Nikki slumped down on the bed. As far as checkmates went, if this was a game of chess, she had sure lost a lot of pieces in the process of taking the enemy king. What the hell could she do to salvage the situation she now found herself in as well as possible? Was there anything? What could she do now?
