Chapter Seven: The Tale of the Merchant and the Genie, Part One

A merchant was traveling alone through the mountains one day, on his way home from having sold his wares at a nearby town. It was very hot that day, and he stopped to rest beneath the shade of a great tree, where he prepared a meal for himself. Having eaten one of his apples, he idly tossed the core away.

A few minutes later, a terrible wind came forth. The clouds darkened, and a column of fire sprang up from the ground. The fire shimmered and coalesced into the shape of a giant genie.

"Prepare yourself, mortal," bellowed the genie, "for I will now slay you. You have killed my son."

The merchant trembled and fell to his knees. "But...great genie...I swear to you, I have not killed anyone!"

"Indeed you have," replied the genie. "When you threw that apple core away, it frightened a flock of birds, which in turn startled a mountain goat, who in turn fled to a nearby boulder, causing the boulder to topple and fall upon my son whilst he lay sleeping."

The merchant's face grew pale. "I did not mean to slay him, oh mighty one."

"That is not important. You must pay for the wicked deed that you have done, whether you meant to do it or not."

"My lord, I accept my fate, and am prepared to die. However, there are many debts that I owe, many matters to be attended to before I leave this world. I beg your mercy, and plead for some time to properly arrange my affairs. I promise to return here once everything has been settled."

The genie nodded. "Very well, I accept your promise. You shall have one year to live, but at the end of that year, you must return here to be slain."

Thus the merchant returned to his family and gave them the bad news. They were upset, of course, but they were determined nevertheless that the merchant should enjoy his last year. His children actually behaved for most of that time, and he enjoyed many wonderful nights making love to his beautiful wife. He paid off his debts, and saw to it that his family would be well cared for. Then, when the year ended, he said good-bye to his friends and loved ones, and returned to that place in the mountains where his death awaited him.

While he was waiting for the genie to arrive, a traveler approached him. An elegant gazelle trotted behind the newcomer, who saw the merchant and said, "Why are you here? Do you not know that this place is full of evil spirits?"

"Indeed I do," replied the merchant, who told the newcomer the tale of his reason for being there.

"You are an honorable merchant indeed, for upholding your fatal promise." The traveler sat down beside him. "I shall stay here with you until the end."

Soon afterwards, a second traveler approached, with two dogs following him. "Why are you here?" he asked the others. "Do you not know that this place is the abode of demons?" But when he heard the merchant's tale, he too agreed to remain here and wait to see what would happen.

Not long after that, a third traveler with a she-mule came down the trail. Upon hearing the tale (which the merchant was getting tired of telling), the newcomer also said that he would stay and witness the demon's wrath.

Finally, amidst the chaos of a sudden storm, the genie appeared above the four men, and in his hand he held a gigantic fiery sword. "I am pleased to see that you have returned to answer for your crime," said the genie. "But who are these other men? And what is with those animals?"

"Oh, mighty genie," said the first traveler, "I have heard this merchant's tale, and I would like to ask for a favor. I will tell you the tale of this gazelle, and if you find it wondrous and strange, perhaps you will be merciful and grant me one-third of this merchant's life?"

The genie shrugged. "All right, fine. But it had better be a good story, or else..."


The First Traveler's Tale

"Over ten years ago, I married a beautiful woman. We lived on a farm, where we were happy and enjoyed great prosperity. Unfortunately, we were not blessed with children - but not for lack of trying, I tell you! I do not know how many nights I lay with her, pumping her pussy full of seed. It was fun to copulate with her, but what I wanted was a child, an heir to inherit my fortune."

"My wife, however, did not want children. Though I did not know it at the time, she had been secretly taking a special potion that would prevent her from bearing any offspring. Sometimes she would laugh when I filled her with my cock, but she would just claim that it was from the pleasure I was giving her. Now I know that she was laughing at me, and at my vain attempts to create an heir."

"After several years, I began to doubt that I would ever have any children. I became miserable and depressed, and I would sometimes drink alcohol to help me forget my misfortune."

"Then one afternoon, while I was sitting at home reading a book, I looked up and saw our maid cleaning the table. She was a young woman, barely twenty years old. My wife had objected to hiring her, but the girl had excellent references, and had proven herself to be a skillful servant. My wife worried that I would be tempted to seduce her, or that she might try to seduce me, because she was very pretty. But I promised her that I would be a faithful husband, and the girl's history indicated that she was virtuous and chaste. Reluctantly, my wife assented, and the beautiful young girl became our servant."

"I had fully intended to uphold my promise, and remain faithful to my wife. But with no children to call my own, I felt as though our marriage was empty. I desperately wanted to have sons and daughters. And then I saw that girl, bending over to clear the dishes from the table. Though her body was hidden beneath the fabric of her dress, I could tell that she was a ripe young woman, fully ready to bear children. As I watched her, my cock began to stir. I began to imagine what it would be like to see her without that dress. To put my hands upon her breasts, to feel my cock slip inside her young pussy. To give her a baby..."

"I tried to push my adulterous thoughts away, but they would not disappear. I went back to my book, but my thoughts were full of lust, and I could not concentrate. Then the girl came into the room, bringing me a bottle of wine. I thanked her, and asked her to sit beside me for a while. She was hesitant at first, but I insisted that she relax and take some time to herself. I told her that I regretted the way my wife treated her, and she thanked me for my kind words."

"I offered her some wine, and after some coaxing, I convinced her to have a drink. She coughed at the first swallow, and then laughed nervously, confessing that she had never tasted wine before. I encouraged her to have another glass, reminding her that my wife would not return home for a few hours yet. I asked her about her family, and her interests, and she eagerly told me her story. As the hour passed, I kept filling her glass with wine, and she kept drinking, and drinking."

"When I saw that her mind had become sufficiently clouded by intoxication, I told her that she was very beautiful, and that I could not understand why she did not marry. I put my hand on her leg while I told her this, and kept it there as she became flustered and said that she was waiting for the right man. I moved closer to her and asked if she had ever been with a man. Her face turned red, and she nodded her head. I put my arm around her and asked her to tell me about it. I began to worry that I had pushed her too far, but then she began to tell me. There had been a boy from the local village, and the two of them had been curious about the mystery of sex. One afternoon, in the seclusion of a hayloft, they had done some exploration together. I stared at her lips and asked if he had kissed her, and she nodded her head. Then I moved my face close to hers, and our eyes met. In her eyes, I saw a sudden flash of fear...she realized now what I was after, but would she be able to stop me? I quickly moved to kiss her, and her protests were smothered as my lips covered hers. She tried to push me away, but not as forcefully as she could have. I suspected that the alcohol had weakened her sense of right and wrong, and I knew it would not be hard to seduce her. And that was what I wanted to do. Married or not, there was no way that I could stop kissing this beautiful young girl."

"I pulled away from her and allowed her to catch her breath. Her chest was heaving, and she begged me to stop doing this, because it was improper and sinful. I responded by kissing her again, and this time my hand worked its way underneath her skirt and snaked its way up her thigh until it found the crevice between her legs. My fingers found her cloth-covered pussy, and they began to stroke it with gentle but insistent motions. While I rubbed her sex, I continued to kiss her and found that her protests had suddenly stopped, and that she wasn't trying to push me away anymore. I kept tickling her pussy, knowing that it would make her hotter and hotter, until she would not be able to help herself. At last I felt her kissing me back, and I knew that she was starting to give in to me."

"I grabbed a nearby knife, and used it to tear the fabric of her dress. I started at her collar, carefully slicing a path down to her navel. She watched in terror as I ripped her clothes, and she pleaded for me to stop, saying that she did not want to commit adultery with me. But then I parted her torn clothes to reveal her breasts, which were even more delightful than I had imagined them to be. Ignoring her fervent protests, I eagerly bent down and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. Again she tried to push me away, so I decided that her pussy needed to be fingered again. When I sent my hand underneath her skirt again, she tried to clamp her legs together. But I just stroked her coarse tuft of pubic hair and then sent one finger digging between the flesh of her thighs. She might be a lock, but I was a skillful locksmith, and I did not doubt that I could open her."

"After several minutes of slurping and suckling her breasts, she began to relax again. Her legs widened a little, allowing my fingers to touch her pussy once more. As I licked and nibbled at her swollen tits, my fingers began to make rapid motions on her pussy. Before long, she was moaning softly and holding my head to her breast instead of pushing me away. I smiled as I worked on her nipples and pussy, knowing that she would very soon be mine. And sure enough, it was not long before she was tearing away the rest of her clothing, and I took the opportunity to divest myself of my own garments."

"There was no longer any trace of hesitation in her eyes as she saw my naked cock dangling between my legs. She silently lay back and allowed me to mount her, which I eagerly did. Her body was soft and warm, and I let my hands wander all over her as we shared a passionate kiss. We lay there for quite some time, kissing and caressing each other, enjoying the feeling of our bodies locked together, one on top of the other."

"But the need in my cock was great, and I could not bear it any longer. I had to fuck her. I asked her if she was ready for it, and she simply smiled and spread her legs for me. I lost no time in moving my cock to her womb entrance, and when I slowly shoved it inside her, she panted and moaned. The dazed look on her face filled me with lust, and I speared my cock all the way inside her. Her pussy was hot and wet with excitement, and my cock easily slid in and out of her steamy hole with the erotic sound of flesh slurping inside flesh. The young girl's eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. Her beautiful breasts bobbed up and down with each thrust of my cock, and I asked her if she was enjoying herself. She smiled and nodded, biting her lower lip as I slowly screwed her."

"I kept fucking her, and fucking her, and she welcomed each of my dick thrusts with a little wiggle of her hips. Her naked body was delicious to look at, and I put my hands on her belly as my cock dove in and out of her slimy twat. That smooth, young belly...would it be full and round in a few months? I certainly hoped so - but even if I failed to impregnate her this time, I knew that there would be plenty of other opportunities to fuck her, and I would take advantage of all of them."

"But then we heard my wife opening the door. The girl's face became full of terror, and she tried to get up. But I held her down and kept plowing my cock in and out of her pussy. I was so close to orgasm, and I could not bear to stop fucking her - not even when I heard my wife walking up the stairs. When she entered the room and saw the two of us mating with each other, her face became a mask of rage, and she demanded that we stop immediately. I told her that I did not want to, and kept pounding my cock into the young servant girl. My angry wife stood there and watched as the girl's body began to convulse as the girl let out an orgasmic shriek. I felt cum pulsing out of her pussy, and I fucked her even faster. I told my wife that I wanted a baby, and that I would use this girl to have one. I would fuck her over and over and over again until there was a baby in her belly. My wife screamed and swore, but I just kept banging away with my throbbing cock. I was so close...just a few strokes more, and I would be a father. I smiled as I felt my orgasm approaching, and I plunged my cock all the way up inside the young girl's shaft. I groaned as my cock pulsed with semen, spurting jet after jet of baby-making cream deep inside her womb."

"My wife stormed out of the room, and I lay there with my new lover for some time. Eventually I talked to my wife, and explained why I had mated with the girl. I told her that I wanted the girl to be my concubine, so that I could have many children. My wife was furious, but she had no choice but to accept my demands, because I was the master of the house."

"So it was that the girl became my lover, and that she came to live with us. And sure enough, within nine months, she bore a child. I now had a son to inherit my wealth. The years continued, and my son grew older and stronger."

"Then one day, while I was away on a trade excursion, my wife took the opportunity to cast a spell on my lover and my son. It seems that she had secretly been studying witchcraft over the years in order to get her revenge. She turned them both into cattle, and when I returned, she claimed that they had gone away and were never coming back. I was very grieved, and mourned for several weeks, until it was the time of the Great Festival of Allah. In order to prepare a meal, my wife demanded that I kill some of the livestock. She chose the enchanted calf that was actually my son, and I prepared to butcher it. But the calf looked at me with such sorrow that I could not bear to see it slain. My wife demanded that I kill it, but I could not bring myself to do so. I told her that I would pick another calf."

"Since I did not wish to slay the calf, I made a gift of it to my herdsman. He gratefully accepted the calf, and brought it home with him. Then he came to me the next day and said that his daughter, who dabbled in sorcery, had recognized that the calf was actually my son. She said that she could reverse the enchantment, but only if she could be married to my son. I eagerly agreed, knowing that the herdsman's daughter was very beautiful, and that my son also thought so. The girl restored him to his true form, and he then explained what had happened."

"The result of all this was that my lover was returned to me along with my son, and that the herdsman's daughter arranged for my evil wife to be turned into a gazelle - the very same gazelle who walks with me today, as we travel to visit our son and his new wife in their home."

The genie nodded. "That is indeed an amazing tale," said the genie. "I shall therefore grant you one-third of this merchant's life."

Then the second traveler stepped forward and said, "Great genie, I have a tale to tell that is even more wondrous and strange than the tale we have just heard. If I tell it to you, will you grant me one-third of this merchant's life?"

"Sure, why not," said the genie. "Give it your best shot."

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