Jon glanced at his friend, now smiling lewdly and thrusting against the air to the hoots and hollers of lustful freaks, busty women, and the occasional dizzy super hunk. Her personality had totally changed, and she showed it through every movement. She was now an agent for promoting sex and happily showing her body to any wanton observer.
"N-no..." Jon muttered in defeat. "No, Mistress, that's cruel enough."
Sarah laughed in triumph. Her sissified slave whimpered before her as that skanky bitch Karyn was finally showing her true colors as the true slut that everyone told Sarah she was. This rock had allowed her to get revenge against every one of her peers who'd wronged her, ogled her, or just generally displeased her. And now, with her fury uninhibited, why should she stop?
"Oh, poor little Jonnie-boy," she whispered, stroking his face as he began masturbating again, "you don't get to tell me when I'm finished."
She gripped the rock tightly in her fist. "I wish that Jon here were completely homosexual as part of his slavery, until I release him."
She watched as his eyes, locked mostly on the busty blondes as he jerked himself, wandered to the male portions of the people in the room, the chiseled abs and occasional huge penises.
She gazed at the now totally nude Karyn and couldn't help but smile. A few people were throwing money down at her, and a couple people were clearly propositioning her, though she turned them all down politely. Something here would have to change.
"I wish that Karyn, in addition to stripping, fucked people, men or women, for ten extra dollars."
For a moment she thought to herself. This was all fun and games, but she wanted this to last, and didn't want to regret anything later. So she made some adjustments.
"And I wish that Karyn was immune to all diseases that she could catch sexually, and that she could only get pregnant if she wanted to."
And, almost as an afterthought,
"I wish that Karyn was my slave, would do absolutely everything I told her to do, and would refer to me as Mistress as she did so, though she knows fully who I am and that she doesn't want to do it."
As she walked over to her hated enemy, the slutty stripper/whore was about to leave the room with some lucky half-man/half-woman who offered her some extra cash. Sarah cut them off and told the half-person off, using the stone as a warning.
"Slave, come with me."
Karyn grimaced in anger, but replied, "Yes Mistress."
Her sudden confusion at this turn of events was only multiplied as she followed Sarah over to her best friend Jon, still jerking himself on the floor.
Sarah held the stone to her mouth. "I wish that Karyn thought Jon was physically repulsive, and would tell him so at every possible opportunity."
Sarah observed. Suddenly, Karyn looked down at the sissy boy. "Oh my god, Jon, really? You are fucking filthy. I'm a little slutty, but you have no shame, you perv."
"Slave," Sarah spat, barely able to contain her excitement, "fuck Jon until he cums inside of you."
Karyn's eyes flamed with rage as she said, "Yes, Mistress" and sunk down to fuck her friend, whom she clearly did not want to even touch.
Sarah practically cackled in victory. How could she be stopped?
