The One Who Would Be Queen

Hi everyone. I must apologize for being away so long. I had some major changes happen in my life and simply put I had no time to write for a long time. Then when I tried to start writing I had some major writer's block. I started several stories, a part 2 to Wacky Wand, another chapter in Wanna Bet, and even a new stand alone. But I simply couldn't make them click and I didn't want to put out crap especially since they are both very popular and the new idea was a good one. After a bit though, I decided to do another Lampmaker. Lots of folks liked the ending, but a bunch really liked Lacey and her drive to turn her Master into a world conquering King. I figured that Lacey simply wouldn't accept being beaten, and that she would bide her time and strike when she was able.

Lacey has discovered some magical items that just might help her regain her power and position and most importantly, her place as master's favorite.

I hope you enjoy it. I'm rusty, it's been awhile, but I hope this gets things rolling again in my mind.

My standard comment still applies. If you want to give me negative feedback, be polite, and be useful. If you just tell me I suck and I'm a loser and I must have been beaten up a lot in High School and I can't write for crap, I will delete you.

MASTER RICK'S PALACE POOL

Lacey sighed.

She looked around the pool area as she lay naked on the reclining pool seat and eased off her sunglasses. No one was around except a female attendant who looked a bit bored standing over by the bar area in case Lacey needed anything. Not that she couldn't just snap her fingers and make it appear, but she liked having a servant who would obey.

"Not that I can get anyone else to anymore." She muttered. After a moment she waved her hand in a shooing motion and said "Oh go away. I can serve myself if I need to."

"Yes, My Lady. As you command." The servant replied with short bow and walked back inside. Lacey swore she could almost see the relief in the woman's walk. Like all servants in her master's Palace, she was a gorgeous woman who would turn heads nearly anywhere else. But here, in her master's Magical Palace, she wasn't worth a second glance compared to the genies and the Lady Jewel, Master's wife and magically enhanced beauty.

Back when she had been head of the Harem and had been angling to make her Master Rick a strong leader with a desire to rule the world, Lacey had been "the" beauty of the harem, Master's favorite, and the little voice pushing him onward for more power, wealth and beauty. Lacey was a stunning woman when she was a mortal, but when she had been taken as a genie, she had gained godlike beauty. Black hair that seemed to reflect like and glimmer and felt like fine silk, blue eyes that actually sparkled in any light, lush lips always pink and moist ready to kiss, ivory skin with just a hint of all over tan, perfect nails and skin that felt smooth and soft, breasts that defied gravity with pert nipples that always were hard, long legs, toned body with not a winkle or role in sight, lovely pussy shaved perfectly, and an ass that would make most men cum just seeing it sway.

Now, that beauty was wasted on the staff. Master seemed to be no longer interested in her and although she was a very close second, Mistress Jewel was prettier. Lacey had supported Bridget's staffing of the house with other mortal beauties and the brainwashing they had undergone to ensure "security of the household". She still got a huge kick out seeing all these mortal servants bow to her, but she could tell that the conditioning had been softened and that where they had been fully loyal and brainwashed slaves before, they were now much more independently minded. They were still enslaved and would be forever (the brainwashing and magic had been a bit too thorough), but they had freer will and many did not like Lacey. But Lacey had found out that she had to treat them well or face more punishment from "Her Lady".

Lacey scowled at the thought of Jewel being the "Lady" of master's household.

"She's not even a Genie! She stole all my power, ruined my plans, and took Master from me!" Lacey thought in a moment of fury before calming down. The last time she had lost her temper it had been three months imprisoned in her lamp as penance. Not that being out of her lamp was any better.

Lacey had no official position since Lady Jewel had abolished the harem. She was not trusted by Jewel or her Master anymore to advise on anything (even on clothes after she had recommended a dress with an embarrassing slit that wasn't apparent until you sat down and had embarrassed Jewel at a charity ball), she was barely allowed to listen in on the daily meetings or sit at the daily breakfast where all genies and the Master and Mistress ate together. And worse, her Master, her creator, her love and reason to exist, would not bed her. His wife of course, the other genies yes over time, only two or three a week due to master's mental health (banging genies daily would drive a man mad with lust and pleasure). But not her, probably never again.

Lacey could leave the house and go shopping, or clubbing, or walk on the beach or even travel via gateways to other places in the world owned by Master. But without Master, it was no fun. She couldn't fool around with another mortal unless Master ordered it and Lacey refused to stoop that low.

"Wouldn't be worth it anyway. No one can fuck like Master. No one." Lacey muttered under her breath as she slid on a silk robe and then silk slippers. She glided inside and glanced around. All the genies were hard at work in their areas. Lacey knew that she could wander in anywhere (Master Rick had not forbidden her the run of his kingdom) but would get grief from other genies if they were busy. While Lacey had not been really mean or nasty as master's favorite, nearly all the other genies held her attempt to control Master Rick against her and suspected her of plotting to regain her power. Certain genies were worse than most, such as Evie, Ada, and Susan, others indifferent since Lacey had no more power over them.

Lacey shook her head. She was grateful to Master Rick and Mistress Jewel for one thing and that was them stopping Grand Vizier Ali from punishing her. Ali was the djnn who had started all of this when he had granted Master Rick his powers to make mortal women into genies. Lacey had been the first one enslaved and she had loved every second of it until Jewel had come up and double crossed her.

Lacey had found that Ali had a weakness for a type of magical wine and once drunk was putty in the hands of his personal slave girls. Lacey had encouraged his drinking and had been gradually taking his power and influence away. She had nearly had Master convinced to seal him away with his girls (Lacey thought the Djnn deserved to be sealed away with his women at the very least as a reward for him making all of this happen) when it had all fallen apart. Ali had recovered and he had a personal grudge against Lacey and Lacey made very sure to avoid him as much as possible. She knew that he would obey Master Rick to not harm her, but she didn't want to push it or see if he had found a way around the command (something she had gotten very good at). Ali had described what he would do to her if he was allowed and it still gave her nightmares.

Lacey still had some friends, but they kept her at arms-length out of fear of their own position. Lacey understood that and didn't push it. She was determined that she would get out of this doghouse and regain her power and she would eventually need her friends again. So, no reason to make issues for them when she had no plan or idea how to do this.

After looking in various places in both the "real" palace and the "magical" palace and getting shooed out by Heather and then Ada who were hard at work for Master, Lacey found herself in master's Showroom. The showroom was really a museum or a large display area for master's collection of antiques and oddities. Bridget was the one who kept it clean and properly cataloged, but Lacey had found herself spending more time in this area, looking at some of Master Rick's old collection from back when he had first taken Lacey. It gave her pleasant memories.

Nothing was in a glass case since this area was off limited except to the genies and Master and Mistress. Lacey looked at the old grandfather clock that she remembered from the night Master had taken her and sighed loudly.

She stared at the clock and then her hatred and anger boiled over and she hissed "Damn that BITCH!" Lacey grabbed a small carving off a display table and without thinking she threw it at the clock. Lacey had just enough time to blink and think "Oh fuck me" as she watched the carving fly at the clock.

Lacey waved her hands to use magic to stop it but stopped when she saw that her rage had thrown off her aim and the carving sailed wide of the clock. Her relief ended when she heard a "CLUNK!" of the carving bang off something behind the clock.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Bridget will fucking kill me if I broke anything." Lacey whimpered as she rushed around with her black silk robe blowing open. Lacey let out a deep breath when she saw the carving on the carpet intact. She picked it up and looked it over and sighed as she saw it was fine. The then looked over at the large statue it had bounced off.

"Okay, no scrapes, no scuffs, looks good...hold on." Lacey muttered out loud as she looked over the large statue. The statue was a Persian or Babylonian piece that Master Rick had gotten a while back. Bridget had said it "spoke to them" when they had looked at it. The statue was of a pretty woman, a queen certainly, sitting on a divan with a look of mischief on her face. It was an odd piece as it had several types of stone worked into it and even some hardwoods. Bridget had made some comment about it being a piece about a legendary queen who was also a sorcerer, but Lacey hadn't been paying attention as she had been watching her Master.

Lacey noticed that the place the carving had bumped off was in the base of the divan and that a piece of the divan had been dislodged. Lacey touched it and the piece swung out revealing a compartment inside about the size of a ream of printer paper. Lacey pulled out the piece that turned out to be a cleverly hidden door and then saw a box inside and felt a strange rush of magical power.

Lacey blinked and then pursed her lips. "Hmmmmm, there is something odd about this. I think I need some privacy." She thought. Lacey looked around and then said "Ali Baba, fuzzy blanket." She looked over her shoulder and noted that the camera blinked off. Lacey then waved her hands and made a shield against scrying by other genies.

"Still have a couple of tricks. Glad that one still works." Lacey muttered to herself. Ali Baba was an AI designed by Ada, the technological genie and hacker. It obeyed the commands of Master, Ali, and all the genies in that order. Back when she had been setting up her coup, Lacey had entranced Ada to add a cut out on the system that allowed her to turn it off for brief moments to plot with other genies without being overheard. She could set up a magic cloaking around her to block any scrying, but it would set off alarms with Master and Mistress if she was caught.

So, Lacey figured she had better hurry and figure out what was in the box.

Lacey pulled out a small box and lifted the lid. It was covered in dust, but when she opened it, she felt the power increase. Lacey blinked and said "Whoa. What is this? It feels like genie magic, but not quite. Different. What is this now?" Lacey said softly as she glanced inside.

The case was a jewelry box. Lacey had more than enough jewels from Master to know what a set box looked like and she saw a golden necklace with an oddly colored gem set in a pendant, a set of earrings with a large gem that looked like the large one, and empty slots for what appeared to be two rings and two bracelets and a crown or tiara of some sort. At the bottom was a small round scroll case with a crest on it. Lacey glanced at it and then over at the statue. The crest was that of the queen.

"Well now, a queen's jewels. Very nice. But what is this feeling?" Lacey thought to herself. She touched the necklace on the jewel and suddenly the whole room spun.

"Woah! What the? What is this?" Lacey gasped out. The feeling was intense. The jewel seemed to pulse and light her whole being on fire. It felt like she had been plugged into a light socket of magical energy. She felt her emotions like they were solid; curiosity, anger, fear, jealously, and determination. They had seemed amplified as her hand touched the gem and the gem had seemed to swirl with odd colors like colored smoke.

Lacey pulled her fingers back and gasped. The feeling stopped and Lacey took a moment to catch her breath. After a moment she very carefully touched the gold chain around the gem and let out a short breath when nothing happened.

"The metal I can touch, the gem though needs to be handled carefully." Lacey said to herself. Lacey pulled the necklace out and looked closely at the gem. She noted that it was mounted only on the edges, if she put it on it would rub between her tits. Lacey also noticed that on the back were several words inscribed in a language she couldn't make out.

"Hmmm, I wonder what they mean, they might be able to shed some light on this item." Lacey thought and then placed the necklace back. She looked at the earrings and after a moment of hesitation she touched one of the gems.

She gasped again but this time the sensation was different. Lacey looked about and swore she could feel something. Lacey frowned and focused on the gem and she felt it throb with power.

"Feel, sense, know." Lacey whispered. "I can feel someone, they are determined, annoyed, motivated." Lacey was facing one of the doors that led to a hallway in the normal part of the palace. She swore she could feel someone moving behind that door. She had a thought and said "Ali Baba, who is on the other side of that door?"

"Lady Susan." The Robotic voice replied.

"Where is going? What is she doing?"

"Lady Susan was working on a lawsuit, there is apparently a legal complication as she had been accessing several files dealing with a certain property law. She appears to be going to see Master Rick to gain his concurrence on a possible solution."

"Susan getting her legal eagle on. I could sense her emotions." Lacey whispered to herself.

She looked at the case and jewelry inside and then took out the scroll case at the bottom. It was small but had a stopper in one end. Lacey pulled it out and eased out a piece of parchment. She used her magic to handle it (she had learned from Bridget how fragile stuff like this could be) and carefully opened it. It had a bunch of writing like the back of the necklace, but also some drawings. A drawing of the necklace with words under it, then the earrings, and then a set of rings, and a set of bracelets and lastly a crown.

Lacey looked around. She didn't want to keep her blocker on as that could attract attention. Lacey frowned a moment. "This could be what I need to gain my power back, but I need to know more about it. And I need to keep this secret. Hmmmm, what better place than where I found it?" Lacey shut the box minus the scroll tube and scroll and eased the box back. She eased the door shut after carefully looking to find the trigger (which was part of the carving in was imbedded in) and making sure she could open it again. Lacey put the box away and then noted that the pulse of power was concealed almost entirely once the door was shut. She only could feel a little pulse when she ran her hands over the area.

"Wow. Bridget must have come close to this when she was buying it. But she missed what was hidden. Lucky me." Lacey thought with an evil smile. Carefully tucking the tube into her robe pocket, she headed out to the cabana which had become her "room" since Master no longer allowed her in the grand bedroom. There she tucked the tube into a small hiding place that she had used to stash some things back when she was Mistress of the Harem and second only to her Master.

Lacey sat back by the pool and opened a bottle of magical wine. "To opportunity." She said to one as she watched the sun set and thought about her next step.

THE NEXT DAY

Lacey came back to the room a bit earlier the next day and ran into Bridget. Normally Bridget was not exactly friendly with her, but Lacey had started off with a simple memory.

"Remember this clock Bridget?"

Bridget was dusting the carving Lacey had thrown the day before and paused. She looked at the clock and then at Lacey. "Actually, not really. I have more memories of it after I was taken. I was so excited about seeing that lamp I just lost myself."

Lacey giggled and said, "In more ways than one Bridget of the Purple Lamp." Bridget flushed and then giggled too. "Yes, that is true, but I have no regrets at all."

"You shouldn't. I'm glad you were the second genie, it just seemed right. You were so pretty and naïve, you just sat there babbling on and Master just slid the lamp into your hands and a genie you became."

Bridget set the carving down. She looked at the clock a moment and smiled and then at Lacey and her smile turned a bit sad. "Yes. I don't regret it. Do you?"

Lacey blinked and then shook her head. "No Bridget, I don't. Even in my current state I don't. The time when I was master's favorite is something that no one can take from me. It was heaven, and it was worth it even if I never bed him again. If my lot is to serve him just by existing, then so be it."

Bridget gave her a look that was part pity and part suspicion. Lacey seethed internally at the bitch for pitying her, HER, the most perfect of all genies, but she had long had a great poker face learned as a stripper working men and women. Lacey returned her look with one of "what can you do?" and then reached over and picked up a cleaning cloth.

"Do you mind if I help you? Just seeing some of this stuff brings back some pleasant memories and have little enough joy now."

Bridget looked at her with an unreadable expression and then shrugged. "I suppose. Just don't think you will do this daily. I am the keeper of this room and master's things."

Lacey sighed and said "Of course Bridget. I understand." She then picked up a rag and began to polish another statue. After doing this for a bit she moved on towards the large statue with the hidden drawer. She glanced at Bridget and said "Un, do we just rub this one down, or do we need to polish it?"

Bridget looked at the statue and tapped her lip. "Mmmm, you can just rub it down now. I usually polish it once a week. It's an odd piece certainly."

"Yes, it is. You got this when I was in my lamp and I saw it delivered but didn't hear much about what it was."

Bridget moved over behind the statue and started rubbing it lightly. "Well, it's an old piece despite the weird melding of materials. I sensed some magic to it, and I was right. A wizard made this piece back during the Babylonian era, but little is known about the kingdom. A wizard used his magic to meld the pieces together for Queen Naysira of Kuriash. Little is known about her either. We got this for a song because everyone thought it was a fake. Magic isn't "real" after all."

Bridget and Lacey both giggled at that and Lacey carefully polished her part. "So, you sensed magic on it?"

Bridget nodded. "Just a bit. Very faint. I brought this up with Ali later and he told me about the story of the Queen. She was supposedly the real power in her kingdom. She was a great beauty like you can see here and had several kings over the course of her life. She died when the King of Babylon attempted to seize her for himself. Too bad about her jewels though, they were a splendid set. The set in the British Museum of Natural History only has her crown, bracelets and rings. The necklace and earrings were lost during the attack. Legend says that her wizard had made those for her specially and they were the source of her power over men. She played off the Persians against the Babylonians for years and kept her little kingdom free until finally the King of Babylon became so besotted with her, he broke his word and invaded. She died trying to flee her throne room when the King seized her from behind and accidentally twisted her neck when her grabbed her sash. This statue was taken by the King and placed in his throne room where he would spend hours staring at it and the bracelets, she had given him as a peace offering. Sad really."