Jasmine's Freshly Acquired Abilities
In a scene of pure terror, Jasmine stared at Jafar, laughing triumphantly on his golden throne. Her father, the once-respected sultan of Agrabah, was being forced to dance, with strings attached to each limb that pushed and pulled his arms and legs every which way, while Jafar's colorful parrot, Iago, shoved crackers into his mouth. Her father's once pristine white attire was replaced with a ridiculous clown outfit.
Jasmine's outfit was just as pitiful. Instead of her beloved turquoise gown, Jafar had clothed her in a barely-containing red tube top and a pair of low-cut harem pants—both a deep shade of red to match her red lipstick, which he'd forced her to wear. Unlike her father, whose only task was to hold a tray of fruit for Jafar's enjoyment, Jasmine's job was to stand there and do nothing.
Every now and then, Jafar would glance at her with a lewd expression, and Jasmine knew that if she wasn't careful, she was in for more humiliation than she could bear. She felt a mixture of dread and fury as Jafar watched her father dance for hours on end.
"Stop it, Jafar!" she shouted, her voice quivering with desperation. She hated herself for having to beg for the sake of her father, but with Jafar holding the genie's powers, she didn't have a choice.
To her surprise, her plea broke through Jafar's concentration. Glancing in her direction, he stopped his magic, and the strings holding her father's limbs relaxed. "Would you look at that! You worried your little princess, did you?" he mocked, his eyes never leaving her face.
Annoyed, Jasmine ripped the chain from her wrists, but her relief was short-lived. Jafar wrapped an arm around her waist, the same arm that had been controlling her father. He held out an apple from the tray she had been holding, his other hand on her back.
"It saddens me to see you in this state, Princess," he said with a condescending tone as he took a huge bite of the apple. As he spoke, remnants of the apple and his spittle covered her face. "A stunning flower like you should be with the right man. The most powerful man in the world," he boasted. He then held up a golden crown over his hand, presenting it to her. "What do you say, my dear? With you as my queen," he whispered, leaning towards her, but she slammed the glass of wine in her hand on his face.
"I'll never marry you!" she yelled, disgusted by the thought of such an old man claiming her.
Jafar reared back, his face contorted with rage. "I'll teach you some respect!" he howled, but before he could hit her, she fell and stumbled, her back hitting the ground. Jafar, seething with fury, stood over her, his expression turning from anger to madness.
For a moment, Jasmine braced herself for the worst, but then Jafar had another idea. "Genie! Grant me my next wish!" he shouted with malevolent delight. "I want Princess Jasmine to find herself hopelessly in love with me!" he growled, glaring at her with pure evil in his eyes. With a look that made her blood run cold, her deepest fears were confirmed. Jafar wanted to force her to love him.
Jafar forgot about Jasmine for a moment when he became embroiled in a heated argument with the Genie. Presently, Jasmine spotted something that caught her attention.
Aladdin, hidden behind Jafar and the Genie, appeared on his flying carpet. This sight excited a complex response from Jasmine: she was not ready to forgive his deceit concerning his real identity, imitating a self-righteous prince, but she needed his assistance against Jafar.
Jafar hadn't spotted the young thief yet, holding the lamp by his throne. Dashing closer to the lamp would be hazardous, since he was visible. Aladdin, unconcerned, attempted to sneak past the pile of gold coins in the hall along an open route to the lamp.
There were no secret spaces for him to venture between the throne and Jafar, and now, with her captivating it with her own amateur charms, Jasmine had to distract the megalomaniac sorcerer. Inspired, Jafar flattered her with compliments.
"Ja-", she made a false start, then rose with a small twist of her waist, modelling her movements after the suave advice of palace women. She claimed his attentions, "How desirable you are." She positioned the royal crown atop her head. In spite of the repugnant idea that led to her distraction, Jasmine felt an augmented sense of power ruling over Agrabah.
Jafar and the Genie peered her way, while Genie appeared startled and befuddled, Jafar's first bewilderment became volat luring satisfaction. He advanced steadily towards her, completely unaware of the lethal figure weaving in and out of the throne area to reach the lamp.
The beauty continued, "Your looks are more exceptional than any shared so far, in terms of height, dark-skinned tone and dapper dressing. Oh, your staff is rigorous.", reminding herself of her impending intentions, the real meaning behind the last comment reaffirmed itself. Encouraged by Jafar's interest, she reached out to loosen the back lacing of her gown, "Your erection is also significant." Overwhelmed by his pleasure, Jafar was lost in desire.
Jasmine dispatched a swift glance at Aladdin who slowly progressed, remaining way too far from his target. She could only watch anxiously as he and the Genie were chatting, having barely advanced from their original positions.
Aladdin lingered around her, inhaling her sexy performance. Unluckily, the scene failed to prompt a turn in the room. She arched her eyebrows at Aladdin, murmuring "hurry", but he deafened in awe looking at her half-naked body being flirtatiously squeezed and complimented by the villainous sultan.
A loud bang pierced the air, the monkey, Abu, throwing a heavy china bowl at Iago. Jafar's trance was broken, and turning over in anger, Jasmine hastened to stop him from noticing the interloper. In a split-second, she hugged his lips to hers, deterring his sight from the hallway.
Desperate for longer distraction, she presented the sexually-arousing gesture, reputedly irresistible to men, as her plan. Aladdin hastened, having achieved a few paces towards the lamp. Her body hid in Jafar's embrace, maintaining his distraction as his eyes zeroed in on her.
Earlier, they clarified the best methods to attract men linguistically. Observing the impact on the villain, Jasmine couldn't help but notice the positive effect her comments had on Jafar's desire. Out of options, the only way to keep Jafar distracted was to drive him wild and insist that her mouth guarded her body.
Jasmine got down on her knees and pulled Jafar's robes from below his crotch, revealing his stiff, yet ordinary manhood. After a brief moment of hesitation, due to her naivety, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide. Jafar, ready, slowly slid his member into her mouth with the intention of simulating pleasure. Jasmine was somewhat taken aback, having never observed one in the flesh. She struggled to maintain her act, knowing she could not back out now.
Taking his member out of her mouth, Jafar stared at Jasmine with a mixture of anticipation and satisfaction. In an attempt to exhibit pleasure, Jasmine moistened his member with her saliva and began licking the villain's apparatus. The noises coming from Jafar conveyed her nimble oral skills.
"Oh Jafar," Jasmine moaned between licks and kisses, eyes narrowed. She feigned devotion due to her annoyance with Aladdin. "You're sooo big! I'm so glad you got rid of that pathetic street urchin so we can be together." Jasmine was not confirming the second statement entirely, still resentful towards Aladdin. She could see him approaching the lamp suspiciously closer.
"Oh princess, I knew you'd come around," Jafar said, basking in his blossoming ecstasy. "As the most powerful man in the world, I deserve the most attractive companion." Jasmine was unaware that Jafar was about to cum.
"Mmmhhmmm," Jasmine repeated, enclosing Jafar's manhood into her mouth yet again. A sensual appreciation was starting to bloom within her. Encapsulating his penis became increasingly simpler because of her spit. Jafar's sounds revealed her flawless performance.
"Oh...oh yes princess!" Jafar shouted as he suddenly withdrew himself, ejaculating profusely on her face. In her shock, Jasmine did not have time to shield herself from the hot, mucus-like liquid.
While examining the cum on her head, Jafar muttered, "That was..." but his attention was abruptly drawn to Aladdin, who was on the verge of grabbing the lamp. Instruction quickly turned to fury.
Jasmine seized Jafar's staff, striving to wrestle it out of his hands. But Jafar heaved her aside and turned to face Aladdin, sending an energetic blast from the staff. "How many times do I have to kill you, boy?" Jafar growled, aggravated.
As Aladdin was defending himself, she grabbed the lamp. In the heat of the moment, Jasmine was taken hostage and trapped in a giant hourglass.
"Looks like your time is running out, princess!" Jafar lashed back, relishing his cruel scoff. Having noticed that the lamp was on the reverse side of the glass but was still accessible, Jasmine's thoughts shifted to escaping her dire situation. Stationed by the lamp, she saw Aladdin and Jafar fighting over the staff. Abu, Iago, her father, and Genie remained oblivious to her situation, absorbed in their predicaments.
With an anxious look around, Jasmine broke off her golden crown and used its pointed top to scratch the glass. Unfortunately, the glass was not one of Jafar's fanciful creations, and her efforts were slow but successful. As Jafar fought with Aladdin and both ignored the lamp, Jasmine's confidence soared. A smile slowly formed on Jasmine's face.
"I don't think so," she murmured, her smile spreading. "In fact, I think my time might just be getting started."
Eagle-eyed, Jasmine examined her surroundings. There was no one paying attention to her. While the battle waged on between Jafar and Aladdin, Abu and Iago were physically engaged, her father took refuge behind one of the heaps of gold, and Genie was hiding in his lamp.
Desperately and carefully, Jasmine removed the golden crown Jafar had given her. Using its sharp tip, she attempted to scratch the glass. She mused that Jafar had spared her the excuse of dealing with a cheap metal. She was not yet able to cut through it, but her method was revealing some sort of weakness in the glass.
Suddenly, a dust cloud summoned by Jafar filled the hourglass, threatening Jasmine's sight. Jafar had momentarily transformed into a massive cobra, coiling around a struggling Aladdin. Regaining her focus, Jasmine intensified her efforts, ignoring the falling sand around her. [Paraphrased text confirming the scenerio with a new slant to make it more interesting and readable.]
Initially, a vast portion of the glass barrier featured numerous scratches. Jasmine gambled with the possibility of damaging the glass. Nobody had even noticed her meddling with the lamp, therefore she rushed towards the dents on the other side of the hourglass. She violently hit the barrier with her shoulder, emitting a heavy grunt as her speed declined abruptly. However, her persistence paid off as the glass succumbed to her force, shattering and giving way for her to pass through. Thus, Jasmine managed to save the lamp from complete destruction and buried it in a sandy depth while granting herself access.
Her swift reflexes came in handy when her movement attracted Jafar's attention. The monstrous figure representing Jafar was viciously crushing Aladdin, causing him to gasp for breath. Jasmine unearthed the lamp from the remains of the glass barrier. Jafar recognized the imminent threat and released Aladdin to confront her.
Gleefully, Genie emerged from the lamp, expecting it was Jafar. Jasmine hastily claimed her command by declaring: "Genie, I'm your master!" as she wished to deprive Jafar of his powers and instead supplied them to herself according to her desperate demand.
Genie's expression brightened as he expanded, targeting Jafar with powerful energy blasts. Consequently, Jafar howled in distress and retaliated, unfortunately striking Jasmine. The reaction was swift and strangely non-painful for Jasmine, who felt a surging energy rush through her body. This experience left her in a state of elation, akin to being caught in a hurricane while being struck by lightning. The frenzy ended almost instantaneously, and Jafar was stuck in his human form, awestruck by the sudden turn of events.
Externally, she exhibited an appearance consistent with her earlier state. On the contrary, she sensed a power within her, a newfound strength. A quick gesture emitted more energy that bound Jafar with shackles. Guilt-ridden Jafar attempted to censure Jasmine, but his broken self pleaded for mercy. The dejected former vizier attempted to escape by stating his claims of innocence, attempting to persuade Jasmine: "It must have been a devilish curse placed on me. With my powers gone, feeling like my old self again, all I live to do is serve..."
Jasmine waved her hand violently, producing energetic cackles, and subsequently Jafar's face and head were covered in a restrictive robe that silenced him. Jasmine delivered a command loaded with hostility. In her enraged disposition, she shouted, "Shut up, you worm!" Jasmine summoned more energy and formed a robe around Jafar, preventing him from speaking any more. Euphorically, she stated, "I always should have become a sorceress. This is what I've been missing!" She smiled as she enjoyed her newfound abilities.
Her father, relieved of immediate danger, ventured out from the pile of gold he had been concealing. He considered resuming his role in ruling, "Great! It's time I return to ruling," he remarked, nudging the lamp away as he cautiously approached the throne.
"But dad, listen," said Jasmine firmly, facing her father angrily. "I wished for Jafar's abilities, and technically he was the sultan of Agrabah. So I think the title rightfully belongs to me now." She frowned at the red harem dress she wore, looking down on it in disgust. "And these clothes aren't suitable for my new status, I believe." With a flick of her wrist, her harem dress transformed into a stunning, ornate gown, bedazzled with gems all over her body and flowing skirt. It had a deep slit down the middle of her chest to her navel, revealing her toned body, and it retained the deep red of her previous clothes. "I like the color, though," she remarked casually. Removing Jafar's simple golden crown from her head, she waved her hand over it, transforming it into a dazzling diamond and emerald encrusted crown which she promptly placed back on her head.
Her dad sputtered, lost in confusion and without words. "This...uh...this is just, um...unacceptable!" he stammered, really confused. "You haven't even gotten married yet!"
Jasmine huffed as she walked up the steps to the throne, ignoring her father. "And I have no plans on being shown off like some prize, given to the first man you deem worthy!" she shouted at the older man.
The palace guards entered through the huge door at the other end of the hall, nervously at first, but they grew bolder as they realized that Jafar was no longer a threat. Looking up at the throne, Jasmine signaled for them to take Jafar away. As the old man struggled and tried to shout through his gag, the guards picked him up and took him out of the room.
"You never thought I was capable of ruling on my own, dad, but now I can finally prove myself," she said proudly, her voice filled with excitement. "As sultana, I'll make Agrabah the greatest city in the world, sharing my wealth and happiness with my subjects. No one will stand in my way." The air around her crackled with magical energy, sparkling and flashing as her voice grew louder.
"Yep, love the new outfit," Genie interrupted, looking a bit concerned. "You've got big plans, love, but maybe it's time to wish for the genie's freedom?" he asked, his eyes bright with hope.
"Yep, Jasmine, our plans for Agrabah can wait, we made a deal with Genie, let's free him," Aladdin chimed in as he approached the lamp on the ground.
Before he could reach out for it, a swirling gust of wind snatched it and flew it into Jasmine's waiting hand. "Slow down," she instructed, an icy glare in her eyes as she glared at Aladdin. "You're just like anyone else. 'Prince Ali' - what a joke you are!" she scoffed, referring to him as she held the lamp close to her.
Aladdin shook his head, visibly annoyed. "Not now, Jasmine, our plans for Agrabah can wait. I made a deal with Genie, it's time he got his freedom."
Before he could reach for the lamp, a strong wind swooped in and carried it to Jasmine's hand. "Not so fast," she said, her eyes narrowing and focusing on Aladdin. "You're nothing more than what everyone has always said, just a...a..." she searched for the right word. "A street rat!" Jasmine pointed at Aladdin who was now a little rodent, still wearing a small purple waistcoat and white pants. He scurried around on the floor, squealing loudly. Jasmine laughed at the sight of her former love.
Abu gave a startled cry and started chasing Aladdin. He scooped up the rodent in his arms before shifting his focus to Jasmine, giving her a stern look.
"Ease up, Abu," Jasmine said, waving a hand dismissively. "I turned him into an animal, I can turn you into a man and you can have me instead," she suggested tauntingly, raising her eyebrow and casting a seductive look towards the monkey.
"Ugh, my experience so far has been with Jafar's staff," Jasmine mused. "I think it's time I broaden my experience." She raised her hand to transform Abu, but he stuck out his tongue in disgust and ran over to the other side of the room.
Jasmine sighed and relaxed in her seat.
Her father, still standing on the steps, shook his head in disbelief. "This is...well...simply...unbecoming!" he muttered, throwing his hands in the air.
"Good luck with that," Jasmine muttered.
"Stop calling me a little girl, dad," Jasmine said sharply, meeting her father's gaze. "I'm twenty years old and older than many of your concubines. I think it's time I catch up." She scanned the massive chamber, her face twisted in thought. "If I can't have a beast, I can create men who act like beasts. Guards!" she called, and these men quickly arrived, brandishing their weapons.
Jasmine stood and walked down the steps, her father gaping in astonishment. "No need for those," she said as a burst of energy knocked the guards' swords and shields out of their hands. "You'll need your other weapons for me," she said, glancing at the surprised men. "I know you've all fantasized about me, fantasized how much you want me. Now's your chance, gentlemen." Her smile melted ice as she leered at them, making them feel uncomfortable.
"But...it's not appropriate, princess," the lead guard stammered, his voice uncertain.
"I am now your sultana," she said angrily, her emerald green eyes gleaming with power and electricity. "You will obey me, these pathetic fools," she snarled, the light in the room dimming. "You've all imagined stripping me, and I'm just letting you do it now. I'm tired of being treated like delicate art." She lowered her arms as the guards were able to stand on their own again. "Treat me like a common harem whore. Someone has to deflower me." She walked between them, giving each one a seductive glance.
After a few moments of hesitation, one of the guards found his courage and approached Jasmine. He held her in his arms and kissed her voraciously, his hands roaming her body.
As the first man dared to touch her, the others followed suit. Each of them explored her body and kissed her everywhere they could reach. Jasmine began rubbing the men's hard chests, admiring their sculpted muscles.
She would never have imagined doing this before. Once she'd started, however, she got more daring. Her hands dipped into their trousers, marveling at their erections.
"Finally, I can be myself," she moaned as her dress was ripped from her body and tossed to the ground. She didn't have to wait long before hands were groping her nipples and fondling her shaved pussy. Jasmine felt her excitement grow and grew every second.
The guards dropped their pants, and each had different sizes of cocks.
"My, you're all so superior to Jafar," Jasmine cooed, kneeling in front of the men to enjoy their cocks. She tried to be fair, holding one in each hand while she sucked one, and moving back and forth. Although their moans told her they enjoyed the sensation, she knew the experience her lack of practice offered and remedied it with spit and gripping their shafts tightly.
Her first guard partner left her to join the others, taking his place behind her as he entered her. She shuddered at the unexpected pain, but then his thrusts ended the discomfort. Her enthusiasm for her blowjob season intensified as the man thrust harder and harder. She gripped their shafts more tightly in response, spitting on their cocks if they seemed to dry.
"Oh, my, you're all much, much better than Jafar!" Jasmine moaned as she impaled her mouth on each man's cock, one by one. Each time she swallowed, she barely stayed on her knees, gagging and drooling on their cocks.
In the corner, her shocked father exclaimed, "I can't watch!" as he exited the room. Jasmine laughed. She didn't feel ashamed, but glad he wasn't there.
The guard pushed deeper meaningfully, breaking her hymen, causing her initial discomfort before pleasure overwhelmed her. As his pummeling grew more frenzied, she found herself enjoying both her blowjob and this man's cock.
Finally, he thrust into her one last time, and she came, her juices flowing onto the floor where she knelt, and even after he rode her for a while longer, she was fully spent. Jasmine came again. As she lay there between the men, panting, a guard said, "It was a miracle you were able to believe mocking Jafar gave you the power to do this."
A prominent guard became louder with each thrust as he performed sexually with a woman while the man's penis he was sucking erupted in her mouth. The torrent of semen moving down her throat came as a surprise, but she recovered swiftly, allowing the man to complete his task while she swallowed the salty liquid. After the exhausted man moved away, another jumped in, with the guard behind her screaming as he released his semen within her. The warm fluid filled her pussy as he also retreated, panting from the exertion.
Seeing another guard begin to explode in her mouth and on her face instigated the other guards. She voiced her dissatisfaction, feeling more semen splash down her throat and onto her face. "Is this the best you imbeciles can manage?" she asked angrily as the men repositioned themselves.
Resenting that all the men had climaxed before she did, she asked, "I've been waiting so many years to experience a genuine orgasm, and you all finished before I even got close? Do you know what you have dome?" The tense men waited anxiously to hear the powerful sorceress' next move.
She dismissed them with a scowl as they redressed themselves. "Just go keep the peace in the city, while I locate someone able to pleasure me!" she snapped before turning her attention to a nearby lamp. She rubbed the lamp, and the blue smoke of the genie emerged.
The genie addressed her, "So, you're feeling satisfied and ready to release our good friend Genie?" He paused, looking down to find the sorceress covered in cum.
"For my second wish, Genie, bring me to orgasm." Somewhat bewildered, he started to offer terms, "Uh, well, there's a few things. . . some conditions." Jasmine interrupted him, "I'm not discussing love. This is purely about someone matching your abilities and giving me an orgasm!" she demanded, wiping her face.
The genie appeared to think for a moment, then stood and positioned himself to face her, lying down between Jasmine's legs. His tongue slid along her clit at a furious pace, and Jasmine's moans were audible.
The genie made his lower half appear, with only white sandals on his feet. His blue penis was erect and longer than any of the guards. Surprisingly, seeing that she had already been cumming on his face and chest, Jasmine found his genie's penis similar to a human's size, perhaps only larger. She allowed a tong of her saliva to drip onto the head before embracing his member in her hand, its length aiding in her stroking.
She continued to give him a blowjob, transitioning between sucking and licking his cock. "Genie, this is unbelievable!" she yelled as her orgasm approached. The genie's tongue entered her, and his fingers skillfully rubbed her clit, leading to her intense satisfaction.
Feeling his member penetrate her, she asked, "Do you want your freedom, Genie?" Orgasms coursed through her body as she rode him faster, frantically. Her movements became more intense, causing energy to explode in every direction. As she desired a more intense experience, she began riding the Genie harder and faster. Facing him, she slowly reversed her position onto him before inquiring, "Are you ready to be free, Genie? You can earn your wonderful freedom!" her high-pitched ecstatic voice implored.
As she approached her orgasm, powerful flashes of energy shot from her body in multiple directions, "Please, please, Genie, fuck me faster!" she shouted. The Genie began pushing into her, making himself deeper with each energetically aimed thrust. Occasionally, he even held back his ejaculation, almost willing to let her complete her orgasm first.
Jasmine's hard breathing and rapid body movements signified approaching climax. Genie's face became tense, giving no indication of imminent ejaculation. Swiftly, the energy bursting from her body seemed to temper, making Genie's restraint less of an effort. Satisfied, she leaned forward and whispered, "I'm going to orgasm now." Genie felt a surge of energy from Jasmine, convincing him to finally climax within her.
Caught in a whirlwind of excitement, their combined energy caught alight, and she fell into the pleasure of orgasm. Waves of her climax washed over the Genie, compelling him to shout, "Aaargh! I'm going to cum!" He held back the first few times, but his cock erupted in her cum, twice this time. As she sought to maintain her orgasm, he continued to ejaculate heavily.
As the energy generated from this experience began to wane, the Genie commented, "In contrast to you, I assumed I was free, but now this is . . . amazing" Genie's blue form disappeared back in the lamp, returning to his captive state, leaving Jasmine satisfied and intrigued by their unusual encounter with each other.
"Yes, that's it, I'm almost there!" Jasmine shouted out as Genie grunted, his lips tight with focus while reaching out to touch her nipples. "As her orgasm drew near, she took a deep breath to scream, but when it came, it was so sudden that her entire body tensed, her face frozen in the image of a massive scream but no sound emerged. The air around her erupted with energy, as if fireworks were going off around her. Once the feeling passed and she could move once again, she gave out a long, loud moan filled with relief and satisfaction. Only when she was fully finished did she feel the sweat pouring down her back and face, and she noticed that the genie had pulled out to come all over her abdomen, his cum shining with a soft blue glow.
"Thank you, Genie," she said, standing up and feeling slightly unsteady on her feet. "My final wish is to set you free." she stated, then she turned to slip her red gown back on. She heard the genie laugh with excitement as his golden bracelets fell to the ground.
Putting her dress back on, she faced the genie once again, her expression cold and dangerous. "But now you're no longer a genie, Genie, you're just another of my subjects. I will appoint you as my new vizier, but remember this, if I ever suspect you of betraying me in any way, your punishment will be severe and severe." Genie's blue eyes flashed in fear at the sight of her rage-filled blue eyes.
"Hail Sultana Jasmine," he said, holding up a flag with her face on it and waving it enthusiastically. Then he thought of something and a worried look appeared on his face. "But what about Al, Your Highness?"
Jasmine chuckled and forgot about the street rat for a moment. "Once I'm sure he's realized his place, I can probably turn him back. Perhaps he'll agree to become one of my concubines."
She walked out the grand doors and greeted the sun rising in the east, staring at her city. "I have so many great plans for this place," she told the genie with a smile as she clenched her fists. "It will be the center of my new empire. From the sea to the sea, all will bow down before me."
"So, where do we start?" the genie inquired simply.
"Prince Achmed was quite the arrogant jerk to me recently," Jasmine responded with a grin and clenched her fists; red clouds appeared above the city, casting it in a red glow. "It's time to pay his kingdom a visit and show him a lesson."
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