Hannah gave a serpent's smile and a soft chuckle as she felt her rival's hot breath grow staccato against her flesh. Kaley's arms thrashed haplessly in the air as her face was pulled snug between
the other blonde's breasts, her air cut off. And soon enough, Kaley's arms flopped limply to her sides and her body grew slack.
It has been a titanic battle between the two genies; with their magical powers temporarily removed, they fought as mortals, each battling to the point of exhaustion, pushing herself past her pain threshold, neither willing to so much as contemplate for an instant submitting to her hated nemesis. Now, however, if appeared that victory was at hand for one of them.
With an air of triumph, Hannah opened her arms and let Kaley's body drop to her knees, the gasping blonde's face sliding along the bare belly of her conqueror. "Don't feel too badly about losing, bitch," Hannah said in a husky voice that betrayed her own exhaustion. "You'll get used to being my slave...in a few hundred years."
The taunt was punctuated not by a chuckle, but by an agonized wail, as Kaley suddenly sprang back to life, driving her right fist up with all of her might, drilling it squarely into Hannah's womanhood. Lifted up off of her feet by the impact, Hannah collapsed onto her back, curling into a ball and loudly sobbing as her hands tenderly held her crotch.
With a smirk of her own, Kaley said, "I believe the mortals call it 'playing possum', in case you're wondering." But Kaley knew she had little strength left...if she were to win this fight, it would have to be now, and swiftly.
Taking a page from her rival's book, Kaley shoves Hannah onto her back and sits straddling her chest. She then moves herself forward and down, her silk-covered crotch settling down upon the face of her longtime foe. Hannah's eyes go wide with terror as she desperately squirms, but she is unable to dismount her tormentor, and now it is her turn to be smothered out.
Despite a valiant effort to resist, Hannah soon succumbs to unconsciousness. Kaley, taking no changes, maintains her smother for several minutes more, until she is absolutely certain her rival is defeated.
With great effort, Kaley rises up and plants a foot upon the chest of her fallen foe, claiming the victory. At that instant, a bolt of lightning strikes her, signaling that the Djinn, monarch of the genies, has not only returned Kaley's mystic powers to her, but given her Hannah's as well. Blinking her hazel eyes, Kaley makes a crystal bottle appear in her hand; another blink, and Hannah, who has begun to stir from her slumber, is transformed into pink mist, which is swiftly sucked up into the bottle.
"Noooooooooooo!" Hannah wails as she is trapped in the bottle. "Not to worry, my little pet," Kaley purrs. "I'll let you out for some exercise...every decade or so."
