It was far later that night when Effie had retired to her huge mansion, custom-built to her proportions. She sat in a chair twice the size of any other, sipping whiskey from a glass that would be the size of a whole cask. She sighed happily. It was nice being an adult, holding both her false memories and her old ones before the wish, but feeling so completely in power of herself. She stretched back, putting her feet up on an ottoman the size of a dining table. This certainly was the life.
Just as she had finished her glass, there came a knock at the door. She quickly moved to her feet, and lumbered over to her huge front doors, the two that looked more like an entrance to a great castle. Which, given her apparent wealth, was quite apt. She cracked one open and looked down at whomever had turned up on her doorstep. What she found was the rain-soaked, miserable figure of her sister. Her eyes widened and she hurried her inside.
The second Olive stepped onto the carpet, her knees gave way, and she collapsed into a quivering mess. Effie draped a blanket around her shoulders and sat down beside her, gently rubbing circles into her back. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? What happened?"
Between sobs, Olive managed to choke out, "It was Luke."
Effie's blood ran cold. "What?"
"He... he cornered me. There wasn't anything happening at work. He just wanted me there too... well... for my body." She gasped as tears ran down her face. "He held me against the desk and made me suck his dick. And then... he grabbed me and fucked me. In the vagina. Oh god, what have I done?"
Effie noticed the bruises on her sister's legs, and how she had been dripping cum from her pussy onto the carpet, from her lack of underwear. Her hand clenched. "You did the right thing coming here." She grabbed the coin in her pocket and made a silent wish. I wish I had an inescapable dungeon here, and that Luke Beulens was held in it. "You're safe here. I'll take care of you. "
And, she might have, if not for a single thought that drifted through her mind. Olive had been the first person to tackle the topic of sexual attraction with her. She'd come out to Effie as bisexual when they were just fourteen. And she'd made sure to deconstruct all the ideals of monogamy or how people demonized women for having too much sex, and comforted her when she got cat-called for her overly mature body. In fact, those were some of her favorite talks, as Olive divulged every secret of her sexual life, all the people she'd laid with, and all the juicy details that no one would tell her otherwise. Olive had loved being freely sexual, and Effie didn't want this awful experience to take that from her.
So, she made another wish. I wish that Olive will never lose her passion for sex. In fact, she will love and want sex even more than she did before. She will also have complete control over every sexual encounter. That way, she'd never be the helpless victim ever again.
Something changed in Olive. Her eyes suddenly brightened, and her tears dried. Effie smiled. It was already working. "How about you come upstairs and take a shower with me. We'll get every speck of that man off you, and you'll feel all fresh and clean."
A smile twisted Olive's lips. The wish certainly was getting to work, in a far different way than Effie had ever imagined. "Oh yes, sister dear," she purred, though the undertones flew entirely over Effie's head. "That sound absolutely wonderful. Lead the way."