"Come here woman," the Sultan ordered, waving her forward with his fat meaty hand, a lascivious smile on his thick lips.
Jonniee looked at the large oily turbaned man. He was physically repulsive. Ugly, evil... a bit like Jabba the Hutt. Then Jonniee remembered Jon's fantasy. To sneak into the evil Sultan's harem, have his way with any woman he wanted then save the beautiful woman from the Sultan's evil grasp. It involved many buxom woman, all of whom were very grateful and not backwards in coming forwards with their gratitude. But Karyn was hardly appropriate as the Sultan...
"Come here. I command you," the sultan ordered imperiously.
Jonniee looked at the Sultan with unveiled disgust refusing to do as she was bid. The evil Sultan was playing with the stone, stroking it fondly. "Do you know I could make you obey me. All it would take is a simple wish."
"Karyn?" Jonniee frowned. The Sultan knew what the stone did. That could not be good.
"Who?" The Sultan asked. Quite clearly Karyn had not become the sultan. "Ahh your friend. He will soon be dead. I have dispatched my most loyal of assasins to kill him. Your friend is surely dead by now. But you on the other hand. I can either make you do as I wish with the stone... or make you do as I wish by my own methods. My methods are much more fun... Guards, take her to the silken dungeon..."
Meanwhile Karyn found herself in a strange place also. She was in bed. She rolled over and looked up. A strange ceiling, silk curtains framing an elaborately carved and gold embroidered four posted bed. "What -?" She asked in a voice much deeper than her own. "Ohhh no!" Karyn sat up and looked down. She had become a man. "Great." Karyn searched the bed for the stone. It was not there.
There was a noise behind him and Karyn turned just in time to see the flash of a barbed scimitar cutting through the translucent silk and sending a plume of feathers into the air. The sword cut harmlessly through where Karyn had just been sitting. Normally he would have been terrified, but now Karyn was excited. Karyn grabbed the swordsmans hands and pulled him easily into the bed, prying the sword from his hands. The swordsman slipped free of Karyn's grasp and bunched Karyn in the face. There was the sound of a punch, identical to that found in movies but it hardly hurt at all. Karyn reacted as well, jumping up and away. In one leap he had jumped all the way across the room.
"Cool," Karyn said, realising that Jonniees's fantasy obviously included fantastical fighting. The Swordsman leaped up and threw a knife as he flew across the room. Karyn easily caught the knife and then grappled the assasin. The swordsman was short and dressed all in black with a veil over his face. Karyn punched him in the stomach, sending him flying across the room, then leapt after. Karyn grabbed him around the throat and choked him. He struggled briefly then sagged. Karyn let him drop to the ground and checked his pulse. He was dead, choked.
"Shit!" Karyn tore off the veil and started to give CPR. After about three minutes the swordsman spasmed and choked again, reviving. Karyn pulled back warily and realised that the black clad figure was actually a woman.
The woman bowed. "I am indebted to you. Do not fear. I am now free of the Sultan's power."
"Huh?" Karyn asked. This girl was cute. Why would he find this girl cute.
"I was once a prince but the Sultan cursed me... using his stone he made two wishes. One that I be a loyal and beautiful harem girl in his harem. The other being that I serve him faithfully until I die. You have killed me and brought me back to life... i no longer serve him faithfully."
Jonniee winced as the needle was inserted into her nipple and then the platinum chain inserted through the fresh peircing. There were many of these chains to be inserted. She looked about the marble comlumned room at the other girls about. They all had nose rings, eyebrow rings, tongue rings, chin rings, nipple rings, and rings in unmentionable places. These rings were all chained together. Some were chained uncomfortably to the wall with their legs and feet chained close together. A similar fate was in store for Jonniee.
