Princess Jasmine’s New Life
The story takes place after Jafar is turned into a sorcerer, and has Jasmine as his personal slave. Of course, this is the version Disney couldn’t show you…
The Throne Room was exquisite. Though he had been there thousands of times, there was something different about it when you were Sultan and in charge of everything. Especially when you were in charge of a gorgeous desert bloom like the Princess. Hands chained together and bound to Jafar’s snake staff, Jafar looked at his prize, standing besides his throne in the position he locked her in. His eyes traveled down her face to the skimpy top she was wearing, allowing a generous view of her cleavage. Her flat stomach was accented by the low-sitting, billowy pants she wore. Jafar very much liked the outfit, but wanted to tear it off at the same time.
Jafar clicked his staff and Jasmine was released from his magical hold. “Come here, my pet,” he said, his voice dripping with venom. He didn’t have to tug on the chain…she knew what would happen if he had to tell her twice. “Why don’t you put on a show for me, hmmm?” Jasmine stared at him, hate radiating from her body. Even though she had been beaten before for disobeying, her stubbornness and pride took over. “You disgusting PIG!” she cried, and flung wine in his face. Jafar let out a scream of rage. With a yank of his staff Jasmine was pulled close enough to him that he was able to backhand her. She fell to the floor at the force of the slap. “Tsk tsk Princess, I thought we were past the punishment stages,” Jafar said, secretly loving the fact that a punishment was warranted. With a flick of his staff Jasmine was frozen in a magical lock. She was spread out on the floor, arms above her head, raising and pushing up her ample tits. Her legs were spread wide; Jafar could tell they hurt. He smiled, a dark sadistic smile.
“Princess, it’s time you learned who your Master was, and that he is control of all things. You are alive only because I wish it. You remain…in tact…only because I wish it. But now, I think it’s time for a lesson.” Jafar could already feel his cock hardening under his robes. The anticipation was getting to be too much. He waved his hand, and Jasmine’s top was ripped from her body, revealing her soft ,dark tits, and deep brown nipples. Jasmine was filled with shame and terror, unable to cover herself. No man had ever seen her naked before!
There was another flick, and Jasmine’s pants were shredded from her legs. Laying there spread eagle on the floor, Jasmine began to cry as she became painfully aware of her shaved, exposed pussy. Jafar nearly blew his load right then, but there was much work to be done. First, he used his snake staff to conger up a whip. “Here we teach you some manners, your highness,” he sneered. He lusted at the terror in her eyes as she was bound helpless on the floor. Jafar raised the whip and brought it swooshing down on her left tit. Her scream echoed throughout the Throne Room, like sweet music to Jafar. He waited until the echoes died down before he brought the whip down on her right tit, right across the nipple. Jasmine shrieked again. The pain was unbearable!
Jafar whipped her tits until his arm was sore and her voice had become hoarse from screaming. He walked around the beautiful princess and surveyed her. Red welts were all over her breasts, stomach, and thighs, but there was one place he had neglected. He leaned over her, and trailed the end of the whip down her body. He brushed it over her abused tits, and down her stomach, until he reached her mound. Until then, Jasmine had closed her eyes and had tried to block out what was happening. Now her eyes shot open, as Jafar’s whip lingered over the lips of her pussy. “Please…master,” she whispered, hating the words. “Please…no…” The begging was all Jafar needed. He raised the whip and brought it down as hard as he could between her legs. Jasmine’s renewed screams must have filled the entire palace.
Trying desperately to break the spell and move, Jasmine still couldn’t do a thing to close her legs. They remained spread wide, and on fire as Jafar’s whip hit one side of her pussy, then the other, and then right down her slit and over her clit. She wished to pass out. She longed for death. It would not be granted to her. When Jafar tired of whipping her front, he rolled her over, and adjusted her, so she was on her knees with her ass sticking up in the air. It made for an easier target. Jafar whipped Jasmine’s ass until it practically glowed red with the welts. The poor girl could no longer even scream. That wouldn’t do. It was time for something more extreme.
Tossing the whip to one side, Jafar walked around Jasmine’s broken and bleeding figure, wondering what would be most fun to do next. Then he had an idea. Flipping her over again so she was face up, Jafar positioned her spread eagle again. “Princess…” he mused, “as you are not yet married, I know that means you are still a virgin…” Jasmine’s eyes grew wide with horror. “Women have only one place in this world, and that is to serve men, in any way we choose. I’m sure you have guessed, pet, that you will be fucked tonight. You will be defiled. The only question is…by what or whom.” Jafar had stopped walking and was stopped right in the middle of Jasmine’s spread legs. He brought his hands up to his face and pushed them away from each other. Jasmine’s legs bent at the knee and were pushed apart even further, her virgin pussy fully exposed.
“Before you are fucked by a proper man, you must be tested. I must be sure you haven’t been a naughty slut and given yourself to that wretched street rat.” As he talked, Jafar had walked in between Jasmine’s legs, swinging his staff back and forth like a pendulum. Slowly, he raised it up and placed it at her slit, probing her lips with the staff. Jasmine tried to shake her head and close her legs, but it was of no use. Suddenly, she felt Jafar’s staff at the entrance to her hole. With no lubricant or thought, Jafar jammed it in, until a good 10” was inside Jasmine’s virgin pussy. Jasmine found her voice and once again filled the halls with the sounds of her screaming.
Jafar’s cock was so hard it hurt, but he wanted to wait a bit more before fucking the princess himself. Now, he pushed his staff into her gaping pussy, pulled it almost completely out, and shoved it in again and again. He watched with extreme lust as the staff disappeared into the folds of her cunt. But, never far enough to break her virginal barrier. Her big tits bounced up and down as he continued to fuck her with his staff. He pulled it out and beat her tits with it, then for good measure, beat her swollen pussy lips with it. He could not wait any more.
Removing his robes with a flick of his hands, he stood over Jasmine and let her see his (magically enhanced) raging hard on. “This is what women are for. You should be thankful you are to receive such a cock.” Jasmine tried to turn her head, but Jafar’s spell locked her head so she was forced to stare into Jafar’s eyes. He got down on his knees and kneeled over her, brushing his dick against her legs, up her stomach, over her aching tits, and then back down between her legs. He moved his cock over her slit, staring into her eyes, anticipating what was to come. He placed the head of his cock at the opening of her hole and with a dark, twisted smile, he shoved his entire length into her.
GOD, her screams were magnificent, but her tight, unused pussy nearly made him lose it right then on the first thrust. It gripped his dick as if it were in a vacuum. He pulled almost all the way out, and thrust inside again, letting his balls hit her ass. He felt her hymen, and with a particularly swift and cruel thrust, burst through it, releasing Jasmine’s deepest scream yet. He bent down and viciously bit her already abused nipple, twisting the nub and then biting the flesh around it. As he continued to fuck her, he slapped her tits and face. He got up on his hands and said, “Look at me Princess. You are ruined now. No man will ever want you. Look at me!” he used magic to lift her head and stare down her body. She watched as Jafar’s cock rammed in and out of her pussy.
Jafar got on his knees and continued brutally fucking the girl. He pushed her knees even farther apart, wanting her to feel as open and exposed as he could. He then lifted her legs onto his shoulders, pumping deeper and deeper into her abused cunt. Jasmine, despite not being able to move, cried tears of humiliation and pain. Jafar was right—she was ruined. Not being a virgin, she would never find a husband. She wished Jafar would kill her. Her mind was brought back to her personal hell when Jafar slapped her face. The pain in her vagina was nearly unbearable; everything felt like it was on fire, and she felt as if Jafar were trying to rip her insides out. Suddenly, Jafar pulled out of her, and she wondered if it was miraculously over. She was quite wrong.
Before she had a chance to even catch her breath, she felt her body being lifted up and flipped over once again. She was placed on her knees, ass in the air, arms out to her sides, with most of her weight resting on her shoulders. Jasmine wondered what horror was in store for her now, but Jafar did not make her wait. He rammed back into pussy, filling her even more completely than before. This new angle had Jafar’s massive cock hitting different parts of her pussy, and she felt like it was going to be torn from her body. Despite this new pain, she felt a new sensation…something was trying to get inside her asshole! Screaming once more, Jasmine couldn’t believe this is what her life had become. She felt Jafar stick a long, bony finger into her ass. “I bet you thought you could only lose your virginity once, didn’t you pet?” Jasmine’s sobs were enough of an answer for him. He stuck another finger into her ass, spreading it open a little more. “Yes Princess. Your ass is getting fucked next.” With that, he pulled out of Jasmine’s pussy and positioned himself at her puckered hole. “You had better take a deep breath my dear.” Before she could comprehend what was about to happen, Jafar thrust as hard as he could into her virgin ass.
My god, her ass was so tight. Even more exquisite than her cunt. Jafar grabbed her hips and used them to help him rape her ass, pulling them towards him as he thrust deeper and deeper into her bowels. She hadn’t stopped screaming since he had penetrated her. As she tried to force him out of her ass, she was actually turning him on more, as her ass squeezed his dick ever more. He couldn’t wait anymore. And as much as he wanted to cum in her ass, he knew cumming in her pussy would cause her more horror. He pulled out of her ass with a loud sucking sound, and rammed back into her vagina. Jafar let out a long groan. “I’m going to cum inside you, your highness,” he sneered. “I’m going to fill your belly with my seed.” A new terror gripped Jasmine and turned her blood to ice. She had never even considered the possibility of what could happen if Jafar came inside. With a mighty thrust and an animalistic yell, Jafar pumped into her abused cunt one last time, and she felt his load being shot into her. She had never wished for death more than this moment.
Jafar bent down and whispered in her ear. “I know you enjoyed that, slut. The night is only just begun.” He pulled out of her and left her there on her knees, sperm seeping out of her swollen pussy. “I need to recover, but don’t worry…you’ll soon have more dick than you have holes my dear!” Jafar had a plan…he knew he wouldn’t be able to fuck the Princess 24/7, but he thought watching her be raped would be entertaining as well. Jafar pulled his robes back on and called for the guards. Razul, the lead guard, was a large, hairy man. A man Jafar knew hated Jasmine, just because she was royalty. He smiled as he thought of how Razul would act when he saw her highness now.
Razul entered the throne room and made it halfway towards Jafar before noticing the naked girl on the floor, ass up in the air, pussy exposed. He stopped short. Then he realized who it was. He looked at Jafar. “Er…you wanted to see me, your Excellency?” Razul asked, his eyes never leaving Jasmine’s ass. “Razul,” Jafar said, “you have been a faithful servant to me. I am not an unappreciative Sultan, and I think your hard work should be rewarded.” As he said this, he motioned with his arm to the weeping Princess. “Her majesty is no longer, how shall we say, in tact. Therefore, she may as well be treated like a common street whore. I’ve called for 2 more guards. They should be here shortly.” Razul’s cock had already started to harden. “Thank you, Sultan,” he stammered, licking his lips. Jafar smiled. “You can do whatever you like with her.” He snapped his fingers and a table appeared, covered with different kinds of whips, chains, clamps, and other “toys” for the guards to use.
Razul walked over to the table and picked up 3 of the nastiest looking clamps. They had jagged metal teeth, and hooks at the other end for hanging weights. He walked over to Jasmine and smiled a cruel smile. He was going to enjoy this very much. “Can you stand her up, my Sultan?” Razul asked. Jafar bowed. “Of course.” Jasmine screamed again as she was lifted up by Jafar’s magic, and slammed into one of the throne room’s giant pillars. This time, Jafar froze her with her back against the pillar, arms above her head and legs spread. She cried out of embarrassment and fear as Razul walked towards her, ogling her breasts and pussy. “So, your highness,” Razul mocked, “I’m going to have fun with you.” Jasmine tried to turn her head away, but was forced to stare straight at the guard. He licked her face and squeezed her tits. He groped her some more, loving how uncomfortable it made her. He pinched and pulled her nipples, twisting them harshly. He focused on her left nipple first, stretching it out until her entire breast was cone-shaped. He brought the clamp right up to her eyes and snapped it a few times. Jasmine’s large doe eyes grew even wider. She panicked and her breathing became heavier, making her breasts move. Razul pulled her nipple out once more, and put snapped the clamp on. Her screams were intoxicating. Razul looked at her as he began playing with her right nipple. He rolled it around between his fingers, before crushing it and pulling it out like the other one. He snapped the clamp on and nearly blew his load as Jasmine’s hoarse screams filled the air. He held the third clamp up for Jasmine to see and smiled evilly. “I think you know where this one goes,” he sneered. Jasmine could only sob in fear and loathing at what had become of her.
With her legs spread wide, there was no way for her to protect herself as she felt Razul’s rough fingers in between her pussy lips. He shoved 3 fingers inside right away and Jasmine squealed at the invasion. Razul found her clit and began rubbing it slowly, almost tenderly. Jafar watched with extreme delight, for he knew what was coming next. Jasmine’s eyes grew wide and her screams filled the room once more as the third clamp was now attached to her clit. And Razul had only just begun to play.
To be continued…
