Katima shuddered as she felt her flesh become cold.
She was a beautiful as the day she seduced her late husband. But she did not know that the old man had first fallen in love with a statue of her that she had modeled for years before. So she was now a statue of herself as a young woman. The wealth of the estate was her too - she was made of gold. And her children and servants would obey her - but of course golden statues cannot speak.
And Katima was still alive.
Yasmin, the vanished Saddam's wife, poked the statue. "She'd sell for a pretty penny - or should we melt her down?"
Hassan, leeching younger brother of the late master, grabbed the bottle. "You cannot trick me so easily, Genie. I'm smarter than that!" He grinned in triumph and wished, "I wish to be immortal!"
"Granted," the Genie said. And Hassan shrank out of his clothes and shrank to microscopic size. For after all, amoebas don't die, they simply divide and become two amoebas.
Farook and Hassim sneered at their defeated family members. "Fools," they said and grabbed the bottle in unison. They struggled for it until Hassim kicked Farook in the knee and claimed the bottle. "I wish the rest of the family was dead and I inherited all the wealth!"
"Done," said the genie. And Hassim vanished. He would reappear ten million years later, the last man on Earth, with all the gold and jewels of the ages at his feet ... and no place to spend it.
Farook took up the bottle. "I have no need of wishing for wealth," he proclaimed, "For I am the sole true heir. And I am not foolish enough to ask for things that could be misinterpreted." He sneered. "Genie, I wish to hold the most powerful office in the wealthiest nation in the world!"
"Done," the Genie said, and Farook vanished.
Farook reappeared hundreds of years in the past, now a beautiful woman - the chosen bride of Quetzalcoatl, Sun God of the Aztecs, wealthiest empire in the world. And she was being escorted to the top of the pyramid where, on a blood-soaked altar, the High Priest would finalize the marriage by cutting out her still-beating heart ...
Fatima had just looked on as her family came to horrid ends. Everyone had always said how sweet Fatima was, but that was just an act for her heartless, unfeeling true nature. "Well, Genie," she said, "I'm not stupid or greedy. I just want to be taken care of for the rest of my life."
The grandsons Omar and Ali shook their heads. "All we wanted was some girls!"
"Done and done," the genie said.
The Thirty-year-old Fatima got younger and prettier, and her face became blank as her intellect drained away. The boys watched their aunt change, even as the genie stirred up feelings of lust within them. Soon, the boys' feeling overwhelmed them, and they grabbed their young and beautiful aunt. Forcing the now-retarded woman to the floor, they forced their cocks into her pussy and mouth.
Razaan al Sharif, lawyer of the masters' estate, shrugged. "She will inherit now, and I think I can keep them safe and away from prying eyes. In the meantime, I control the estate. And what of you, Genie?"
The Genie smiled. "My master commanded me to seek justice. These have met justice. Now I wander the world."
And the Genie departed, ready to wreak evil and malevolent justice on anyone he could.