Jasmine Enslaved
Jasmine Enslaved
A Disney's Aladdin fanfiction, commissioned by Jadestyx
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
Author's Note: It helps greatly to look at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Disney's_Aladdin_characters if you want more information on the characters mentioned in this story. All characters, save a rare few, belong to the Disney Corporation and are used under fair use laws without official sanction.
"Just trust me."
The words were simple enough, said often enough. Princess Jasmine of Agrabah had long ago learned that Aladdin could be trusted when he said these words. But for some reason that she could not quite define, she did not trust him.
Honestly, Jasmine didn't know why she felt this way. She and her longtime fiancée/boyfriend had plenty of adventures come looking for them, so many, in fact, that going out to find adventures wasn't at all uncommon when they didn't appear on their own. It was just the nature of the land surrounding Agrabah to attract the strange and the fantastic. Aladding was usually the one who would locate these potential leads on new forms of excitement, new layers of the land around her that Jasmine was constantly seeking to explore. Growing up in her sheltered life, before Aladdin had come into it, had left the young princess starved for adventure, and Aladdin filled that very vital part of her being. It was this same need for adventure that had caused her and Aladdin to postpone their marriage for a time, the need for freedom and exploration without the rigid strictures of society making demands upon them both. Of course, this exploration had extended into the bedroom, and even Rajah, Jasmine's pet tiger, had eventually accepted sleeping at the foot of the bed, rather than snuggled next to his mistress. At least until after Jasmine and Aladdin were finished with their lovemaking. Thankfully, Aladdin had somewhat gotten used to waking up with a huge paw draped over one shoulder, and didn't seem to mind the soft snoring of the overprotective tiger.
Perhaps part of why Jasmine felt uneasy was the absence of Genie. Iago had once again decided to take one of his long "vacations" in the amorous embrace of his beloved Thundra, the rain bird, in her tropical jungle home, and both Genie and Abu had gone with the red-plumed, scheming parrot, Aladdin's monkey friend to keep Iago out of trouble, and the blue-skinned free genie to help if Iago managed to get in trouble anyway. That, and there was much to recommend a tropical getaway to both of Iago's friends. But while Iago might be taken care of, that meant that Aladdin and Jasmine were on their own until the return of their friends, which was not scheduled until many months in advance. That meant no backup in case something unfortunate might happen, not until long after the event had taken place.
"Are you sure this is safe?" Jasmine asked, already knowing the answer to her question as the pair hopped lightly across the short gap separating rooftops in the slums of the city. "It seems silly to do things like this without even bringing Carpet along."
"You're thinking of the easy way of doing things, princess," Aladdin said teasingly over his shoulder as he hopped another gap, then turned to hold his arms out as the becloaked Jasmine made her own jump, landing solidly in his arms, only to be pulled in for a stolen kiss, which she returned with eagerness, her fears quickly starting to fade as the sense of danger and adventure quickened her heart. "It's a lot more fun, sometimes, having to work for your pleasures."
"So you say," teased Jasmine, slipping out of the former streetrat's grip, her hands on her hips. "Now, where is this 'special place' you were telling me about? Not much farther, I hope. A princess doesn't like to be kept waiting too long, you know." She barely registered that there was something...odd about Aladdin's way of kissing her. But as the sun began to set over the sprawling city of Agrabah, she passed it by, simply chalking it up with her case of nerves.
"Not far at all now," said Aladdin, stepping to the edge of the flat-topped roof and reaching into a hollow in the side of a chimney, pulling out a rope ladder. Tossing one end of the ladder down to the alley below, he slid down the ladder easily, lightly, showing his incredible athleticism. At the bottom he stood, smiling upward, as Jasmine descended at a slower, more stately pace feeling the eyes of her betrothed roaming over her bottom as she climbed down. This was unusual behavior for him, for Aladdin seldom looked Jasmine over with such blatant lechery anywhere but during their most private places. Despite the rudeness of it, however, Jasmine felt herself growing moist between her legs. Though it certainly wasn't proper, she actually found that she liked being looked at in that manner. "It's just down this alley, and through a side door."
Taking Aladdin's hand as she reached the street, Jasmine followed, her curiosity piqued to such a degree that she could hardly stand it any longer. What could this place from Aladdin's past life on the streets possibly be? It must be something quite interesting indeed, if it caused him to suddenly change into such a flirtatious, lecherous creature as the one that seemed to be leading her along now. Gone was the blushing, shy street rat made good. In his place was a poised, confident young man who seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and knew that he could have it any time he wished, provided that he made it interesting. This new game intrigued as well as aroused Jasmine, and so she quite eagerly played along.
The door at the end of the street was there, just to their left at the dead end of the alley. Aladdin tested the door and then pushed it open. Following behind, her hand clutched tightly in Aladdin's, Jasmine looked around at the room beyond with eyes wide and dark. She gasped slightly as she suddenly realized where they were: it was the inside of a harem!
To be more precise, the building was all that remained of what had once been a harem. Wispy bits of gauzy material dangled from the ceiling and walls at places, indicating where filmy curtains had once been, and Jasmine could see a few ancient, rotting pillows still left behind from whenever the previous occupants had left this place far behind. Jasmine knew the interior of a harem well enough, having grown up in one (albeit a much smaller one, due to her father's lack of interest in any other women besides his wife, Jasmine's mother), though why such a place would be found in the back alley of the slums completely escaped Jasmine's naïve mind.
"This is where Aladdin gave up his virginity," said the fez-wearing young man before Jasmine, his back to her as he looked around the room. "He learned a number of tricks here on how to please a woman. Tricks that you now enjoy. That thing he does with his tongue that you love so much? He learned it here. Here, in what was once the finest brothel of Agrabah, before your father cracked down on such places in the name of morality laws."
The princess' brown eyes widened as she heard Aladdin speaking so. No, not Aladdin. Someone who looked and sounded just like Aladdin...but wasn't.
"How do you know this?" Jasmine asked, taking a step back, only to discover that the door to the fallen brothel had closed behind her, trapping her inside. Another question soon followed on the first: "Who are you?"
"I make it my business to know the dirty secrets that people conceal from their loved ones," replied the faux-Aladdin, his back still turned to Jasmine, who was casting around for some sort of weapon that she might use, before her hands caught up a battered old hookah, ready to use it like a bludgeon. "Call it...curiosity."
'Aladdin' turned, then, his face splitting in a terrible sharp-toothed smile, his eyes a blazing, hellish green.
"And we all know what curiosity does to cats, don't we?"
"Mirage!" gasped Jasmine in terror only a moment before the wicked cat creature dropped her disguise, baring her true form to the princess' gaze.
"So nice that you remembered, darling," Mirage purred in sultry tones, licking her lips with a tongue that was an incongruously kittenish pink compared to the dark shades of her fur. "I'm flattered. And it's quite a good thing that you remember my name so well." She lifted her hand, claws extended, dark shadows gathering around each razor-sharp tip. "You'll be screaming it out before I'm finished with you."
Jasmine started to charge the feline incarnation of evil, raising the old glass hookah bottle high. But she only managed three steps before the bottle crashed to the ground, Mirage's wicked spell already taking hold. Despite all her efforts to fight it, Jasmine felt an unbearable weariness settle over her, and tumbled forward. The last sensation she felt was a pair of slender but astonishingly strong arms wrapping around her, catching her before she could strike the floor.
*
Consciousness came back to Jasmine with a reluctant start as she felt her face and upper body pattered with rain. Sputtering, she jerked up and away from the water dripping onto her body and breasts (she was naked, she realized in horror, save for a too-flimsy, filmy loincloth of sheer, see-through silken fabric that was probably worse than being naked), and then opened her eyes, wiping off her face. It was then that she realized it wasn't rain that was striking her - it was Mirage, marking her territory like a true cat.
"Wakey wakey, little princess," the dark-furred feline said with a wicked, toothy grin as she lowered her dress to cover the naked fur beneath. "You've had enough time to rest up. You'll need to conserve your strength whenever you can if you're going to survive long as my slave."
"I'll never be your slave!" Jasmine declared proudly as she rose to her feet, only to gasp as Mirage jerked her forward onto her knees with a long chain attached to a metal collar encircling the princess' delicate neck.
"Silly little princess," the wicked feline incarnation of evil said with sultry, superior tones as she approached Jasmine, holding her end of the chain taut so that the human girl couldn't pull back. "You really think you have a choice in this? I've been watching you and that street rat boyfriend of yours for so long. Your nightly romps in bed have been my viewing entertainment from the start of your relationship! Why do you think that I decided to start troubling you both?" She licked her lips with that startling pink tongue once more. "You were just too sexy for me to look away, little princess. And now I've decided to claim you, the way I should have right from the start."
With a jerk of the chain, Jasmine fell onto all-fours, only to have Mirage grip her hair in one strong hand. The wicked feline's eyes flashed, and suddenly her clothes faded away into a red mist, leaving Mirage completely naked, revealing the golden hoops pierced through each dark red nipple, the shining diamond fit into the cleft of her navel through another piercing through her belly button. In this position, Jasmine was looking straight up at Mirage's dark-furred pussy, the inner lips of the cat's sex swollen and flushed, already moist with the excitement of the hunt. But the princess of Agrabah didn't have time to inspect that moist womanly jewel for long - she didn't even have time to look around at the room where she was being held captive! - before Mirage jerked Jasmine's head forward, forcing the princess' lips against those dewy demonic lower lips.
"Please me," said Mirage in a resonating, menacing voice that left no illusion as to the horrors that would Jasmine if she failed to comply. "Do a good job, and perhaps I'll spare you some of the other tortures I have in mind. Perhaps."
Despite herself, Jasmine felt herself growing hot, aroused. Her brown nipples, bared along with her sleek mocha breasts to the open air of the chamber, were hard, erect, perked, her smooth-shaved sex starting to moisten beneath the flimsy harem slave's loincloth she was wearing. The princess knew that it had to be Mirage's magic working on her, trying to break her will, to wear down her resistance. She fought it, exerting her will against that of the goddess of evil that had her in her clutches.
But there was another factor that overrode all else: she was running out of air. Pressed so firmly against Mirage's muff as she was, Jasmine couldn't even breathe through her nostrils. She tried in desperation to pull back, but the monstrous female was too strong! As she started to squirm and writhe against Mirage's pussy, Mirage moaned in a rolling feline drawl, her luminous green eyes rolling back into her head. The sorcerous feline's back arched, and for a moment Jasmine had a chance to breathe sweet, fresh air! But a moment later Mirage's sex closed over Jasmine's mouth again, blocking her air passages, and she was left without air once more.
As her heart seemed to pound in her head, her eyes growing heavy from the lack of oxygen, Jasmine suddenly realized that, if she was going to survive this, she would have to obey. She had to survive, for Agrabah, for her people, for her father...and especially for Aladdin, the man she loved.
Her mouth finally parting, Jasmine closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see the look of triumph in Mirage's eyes, and began to lick at the yielding, soft folds of the sorceress' pussy. With a long, pleased purr, Mirage's grip on Jasmine's hair relaxed, letting Jasmine breath again between long, lingering licks of her small human tongue.
"Good," Mirage purred in satisfaction. "Keep that up, little slave. There might be hope for you yet."
*
"You're too out of touch with the streets, Aladdin," said Sadira as she walked along the rooftop, the fez-wearing former thief following close behind. Clad in her normal working clothes of soft white pants held up by a purple cloth belt, a green vest, and an amulet with a large red stone around her neck to better channel her magical potential, the barefoot former thief cum sorceress-in-training moved with light agility on the edge of the roof before leaping lightly to the next roof. "If you'd been keeping tabs on people, you'd have known who to ask about the goings-on down here, instead of shacking up with that floozy...I mean princess of yours."
"Thanks for trying not to insult Jasmine," said Aladdin dryly, rolling his eyes as he followed behind Sadira with equal agility, his skills still in top form from the many adventures he had regularly. "And I'm grateful, Sadira. I know you don't like her. But you're the only person I could think of who might be able to help with Genie gone, with both magic and street sense."
"Flatter a girl enough, and she might be willing to do almost anything for you, street rat," said Sadira teasingly, giving Aladdin a wink before she gripped a wooden ladder leading down to street level, and slid smoothly down. "My contacts say that she was last seen going into what's left of Madame Umayma's place, just down there."
"I know where it is," said Aladdin, his cheeks coloring slightly at the memory of the place. "Or, well, where it was, anyway."
"I thought you might," said Sadira with a girlish titter as she stood aside, letting Aladdin lead the way to the end of the alley. "You're just lucky your princess doesn't know. At least, you'd better hope she doesn't, or if she does now, that she doesn't care. I know I don't care." She leaned forward touching her hand to Aladdin's back. "I don't care who you've been with before."
"Please, Sadira," said Aladdin, turning to look at the slender young woman. "We've got to find Jasmine, no matter what. I love her."
"Yes," said Sadira finally, sighing in disappointment. "I know you do." Her face showing her disappointment, the young woman pushed on the door to the former brothel, and Aladdin stepped inside, followed by Sadira, both of them ready for anything they might find.
*
"Useless!" exclaimed Mirage, grabbing Jasmine's hair once more and flinging the human female aside. "You're hardly much use as a cuntlicker. Untrained, no enthusiasm. Bah!" Her glowing green eyes rolled, and she seized Jasmine by the shoulder, hauling her up and tossing her face-first onto a large bed with many pillows. "I'll have to show you how to do it properly, you worthless girl."
As she rolled over onto her back, Jasmine had a chance to look around the room at last. In the brief respite, she saw that she was in a sort of throne room, smooth red marble all around, the bed lying in the middle of the room, obviously intended to be viewed by whoever was seated on the throne on the raised dais at the far end of the room. This must be Mirage's normal seat, because it was empty at that moment. Color suddenly flushed into Jasmine's cheeks as she saw that all this time she'd been licking at Mirage's cunt until her tongue had started to seize up, two towering, dark figures had been crouched, one on either side of the throne. They were bestial shapes, but also had a vaguely humanoid shape to them. Looking more closely at the red-eyed creatures, Jasmine could see that they had the heads of savage, predatory canines, either savage dogs or wolves, it was hard to tell because of their shadowy outlines. Her eyes glancing quickly around the room, Jasmine could see more of these solid shadow beasts, features of horses and large jungle cats also apparent among the teeming throng. They were everywhere! There must have been dozens of these terrible shadow creatures. And every one of them was watching her with eyes that blazed with a terrible, unholy lust.
Jasmine didn't have long to think on this, however, before her thighs were suddenly seized by powerful, feminine hands, the filmy loincloth easily brushed aside before she felt hot, steaming breath on her tender female places. She turned her head to look down at Mirage, her eyes wide, mouth dropping open as she looked into those terrible green eyes, so filled with the most devious of malice. And then her breath caught in her throat as Mirage's kitten-pink tongue extended, and slowly dragged over Jasmine's tender, womanly petals.
On the first lick, Jasmine was too shocked to do more than stare at the wicked feline who had begun her feast of flesh on the poor princess in her clutches. On the second, Jasmine's entire body tensed up, her hands gripping the bed tightly as each one of the million little rubbery rasps of Mirage's tongue plucked at her sensitive sex. On the third, Mirage deliberately angled her lick upward, so that every single one of those maddening little barbs tingled over Jasmine's vulnerable clitoris, until the poor girl was ready to scream! And she did scream, loudly, as Mirage suddenly redoubled her efforts, pressing her muzzle firmly against Jasmine's cunny, starting to dig in with all the gusto of a starved man devouring a hearty meal, slurping and smacking her lips and flickering her tongue in a series of delicately skilled motions that nearly drove Jasmine insane with pleasure. Jasmine didn't stand a chance. In mere minutes she was thrashing on the bed, wailing like a madwoman as her whole body bucked against Mirage's cunningly skilled muzzle, her sleek, smooth body bathed in a sheen of pleasured sweat.
"That's how it should be done," said Mirage with a self-satisfied purr as she lifted her dripping muzzle from the limp princess' pussy, licking her lips of the copious juices that were matting down the fur. She raised the fingers of one hand, and gently teased two fingers against Jasmine's still-quivering cunny, before pressing them inside, starting to pump them slowly. "See how easy it is, how sweet it can be to be my slave? All you have to do is call me your mistress, and you can feel like this all the time."
"N-never," Jasmine got out, her body tensing once more as Mirage added a third finger to her slowly-pumping digits. "I...I'm a princess of Agrabah! I'll never yield to a monster like you!"
"We'll see," said Mirage with a sultry purr, a fourth finger joining the others, making Jasmine start to gasp for breath once more as she felt herself so widely stretched out. "But I think you won't like the penalty for disobeying your new mistress. No, not one bit. It's so much better to submit and serve. So much more pleasurable."
Jasmine tried to spit out her denial into Mirage's face, but at that moment Mirage pressed forward with her whole hand, fingers tensing up into a fist, pausing for just a moment, her eyes glowing brightly as she worked a bit of magic to ensure that Jasmine could survive this, before she plunged inside, right up to her wrist, Jasmine's honeyed folds clamping down tightly on Mirage's furry forearm. The young princess wailed, her legs kicking desperately as so thoroughly violated, and tried to reach out to grab Mirage, to push her back. Before she could even touch the wickedly-grinning feline sorceress, however, Jasmine felt strong hands seize her arms, her legs, pulling her back onto the bed. She looked back and saw a massive shadow stallion, his obviously male, naked body kneeling just behind her head as he held her arms pinned to the cushions. Each of her legs were likewise gripped, held immobile, by the two wolf shadows she'd seen on either side of the throne.
"Lift her legs," Mirage commanded her shadow slaves, the wolfbeasts quickly complying, causing Jasmine's smooth bottom to be thrust out towards Mirage, even as the wicked feline continued to pump her arm, faster now, rougher, making Jasmine's breasts bounce with each thrust. "I think it's time that you lost your last virginity, dear princess."
Jasmine's eyes grew wide in terror as she realized what Mirage meant, seeing the thick, slick black dildo in her free hand. Her voice failed her in the extremity of her torment, but she did her best to desperately fight the iron grip of the beasts holding her down. She began to plead incoherently, begging the creatures, begging Mirage, promising them anything, threatening when promises failed, as she felt the smooth, slightly cool tip of the thick dildo pressing against her untouched rear passage. This was sodomy, the dirtiest, most vile sort of violation. Aladdin had never even asked for such a thing before, and now Mirage was simply going to take it! All her pleading was in vain as Mirage's neck tensed slightly with the effort of pressing forward, and then, suddenly, Jasmine's tight sphincter couldn't hold out any more. The wicked creatures surrounding the helpless human princess were rewarded with the sweetest scream of violation as Jasmine's bottom was stuffed to the brim with thick phallus.
Completely incoherent now, Jasmine sobbed as Mirage used her magic to keep the dildo in Jasmine's rump thrusting as though it were a real penis, her fist pumping in time, her eyes flashing, dark red nipples painfully erect with her devilish arousal. She was feeding off of Jasmine's sensations, loving the torment she was forcing the young princess to endure. It was driving her wild with lust! It was mere minutes after this that Mirage's hand popped free of Jasmine's well-stretched quim and she arched her back with a dimension-splitting yowl of pleasure, her whole body spasming with an orgasm to rock the cosmos, the entire room trembling with the power of it. Then, as the strong hands holding her down fell away, Jasmine's own body was suddenly sharing in the sensations, in the pleasures of a dark goddess, and she felt her senses overwhelmed utterly, her scream of orgasm after orgasm a counterpoint to Mirage's own cries of passion!
The hands withdrawing, Jasmine fell, limp, to the cushions, the dildo in her bottom popping out onto the cushions. Mirage knelt at the foot of the bed, panting like an overheated cat, her green eyes heavy-lidded with her exertions. The wicked sorceress rose slowly, the wolfshadows instantly there to hold her arms, letting her lean on them as she made her way to her throne, seating herself, though she had to adjust herself carefully so as not to put too much direct pressure on her inflamed pussy.
"Tell me you didn't enjoy that, princess," Mirage demanded of Jasmine, still breathing hard, her body looking ravishingly beautiful in her afterglow, and also even more ravishingly wicked. "Tell me that you won't serve me now, knowing that such pleasures will be yours daily. That, and much, much more."
"I..." Jasmine got out, lying spread-eagled on the bed for a long moment, before she licked her lips, and slowly, carefully, rose to her feet on the cool rose marble floor. She stood with dignity, quiet and commanding even while she wore only the skimpy loincloth of a harem slut. "I am the princess of Agrabah. I love my people. I love Aladdin. You will never own me."
Mirage stared at Jasmine for a long, long moment, the silence more deadly and menacing than any words. And then she lifted one hand, her muzzle spreading into a wicked, sharp-toothed smile.
"So be it, princess."
Suddenly Jasmine came to herself, looking around her as, all around her, the shadow beasts that had been lining the walls started towards her. Even the wolfbeasts that had been by Mirage's side came towards her, their dark tongues lolling out in their eagerness to taste her sweet flesh. And each of them was undeniably male, their hard shafts jutting out from their smokeshaggy bodies, thick and dark like the rest of their shadowstuff flesh.
"One last thing, princess, before you suffer for your foolish pride," Mirage said in a taunting, triumphant tone as Jasmine's arms were suddenly seized from behind by the massive shadowstallion who had grabbed her before, and she was pulled back towards the bed. "You should know that while my hand was inside of you, I used a little flick of magic to start you ovulating." Her smile was even more devilish than before. "Your womb is nice and ripe, princess, at your peak of fertility. And each of these strong, virile males will have you many, many times."
Jasmine opened her mouth to try and say something - anything! - to throw such a thing back in Mirage's face, to somehow retain her defiance even knowing that what the evil feline said was true, that she'd soon be a mother to monsters. But it was too late, for the moment her lips parted, she was crushed into a fierce kiss against the muzzle of a tigerbeast, its body made of stripes of shadow and fire, its eyes blazing orbs of yellow light like the blast of a furnace. Unable to resist, too weak to even try from the orgasms that had wracked her body, Jasmine was half-pushed, half-pulled onto the bed. The shadowbeasts closed in all around her.
*
As it turned out, neither Aladdin nor Sadira were ready for what they found in the end: nothing. Room after room of faded gaudy decorations, the faded remnants of the stylized erotic interior of a faux-harem all around, and not one of them held a single clue as to where Jasmine might have gone.
"This is hopeless," said Sadira sourly, seating herself on a torn cushion and folding her arms in irritation. "She's not here, and there's no telling where she went after this. Nobody I talked to said she went anywhere else."
"But they said that I'm the one who led her here," said Aladdin, pacing nearby, his face thoughtful before he suddenly turned to his companion. "Sadira, can you sense if magic was used here recently? Whoever it was that was pretending to be me must have used magic to do it. There's no other way they could have fooled Jasmine. I just know it."
For a moment Sadira frowned, thinking. Then she nodded and rose to her feet. Her small hands clasped the large red gem on the chain around her neck, and she closed her eyes, concentrating. The gem began to glow softly, and then more brightly, the red light shining over the room. Soon Sadira, her eyes still closed, began to walk back towards the entrance, while Aladdin followed silently behind, trying not to break his friend's concentration. Suddenly Sadira stopped, just a short distance from the door to the alley, and her eyes opened, the red glow fading.
"Here," she said, pointing down at her feet. "Somebody used magic to teleport out of this place right here."
"Can you find out where the spell took them?" asked Aladdin eagerly, his voice and face betraying how anxious he was.
"No," said Sadira, but just as Aladdin's face fell, she added, "but there's enough magical residue left over, I think I can take us there ourselves, hitching a ride on the backwash. It was a pretty powerful spell, with lots of power left over. Whoever cast it must be very dangerous to cast a spell with that much power."
Aladdin saw the fear on Sadira's face, heard the fear in her voice, and reached out to her, taking her shoulders gently in his hands.
"Just get me to Jasmine, Sadira," he said softly. "That's all that matters."
"All...all right," said Sadira finally, turning away from Aladdin. "Just don't interrupt my concentration."
The young man watched as Sadira lifted the amulet above her head, her eyes closing once more as the red light shone out once more. This time, however, the red light slowly changed color, until it was a deep, royal purple. Aladdin looked down at Sadira, his eyes widening as he saw that her body was becoming translucent, and then looking down at himself, lifting a hand, and finding that he could look straight through it. He began to open his mouth to say something, but by then it was too late. In another three heartbeats, the place where Aladdin and Safira had stood was empty once more.
*
"Nooooo!" wailed Jasmine as the pointed tip of the tiger of shadow and flame's penis parted her flushed, wet folds. She could see the little slashes of blazing light on his otherwise ink-dark cock as he fed inch after inch of his thick, barbed length into her quivering cunny until she felt his heavy balls press firmly against her bare bottom, the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix, just barely prizing that tight opening open, all the better to let more of his sperm penetrate deep within her at the moment of his climax.
"Yessssss!" hissed Mirage in ecstasy as she feverishly gripped the head of one of her shadow slaves, this one with a goatlike form, using his horns as handlebars while he licked her sopping wet pussy eagerly. "Rape her, my slaves! Show no mercy!"
Jasmine shook her head, tears streaking her cheeks as she looked up into the blazing yellow eyes of the tigerbeast, but he only grinned toothily, showing her the furnace of his inner maw, before his hips started to buck, the rubbery barbs of his shaft rasping along her tender insides in ways that drove the poor, overwrought princess near to total insanity. It felt so good! But it was so wrong!
Suddenly, as the horrible, eager shadowbeasts closed in all around, the tiger rolled over on the bed, gripping Jasmine's hips tightly to make sure she didn't squirm away, and started bucking his hips, making her bounce on his mighty shaft as he stuffed her to the hilt. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, and she felt her breath catching in her throat as she was so thoroughly, so roughly taken, giving her no hope of escape from the pleasure mingled with pain that it brought her.
The torment, however, had only begun, as Jasmine soon realized when she felt a heavy, pawlike hand gripping her bottom, pushing her forward until her breasts were squeezed against the broad chest of the tigerbeast. Looking over her shoulder, she saw a massive wolfbeast, one of the two that had been right next to Mirage's throne at the start. Then the other of the pair crowded in next to his brother, their massive paws groping and stroking Jasmine's smooth backside. She tried to plead for mercy, but all that came out was a tight whimper as their broad, smooth red tongues extended, and then plunged forward, lapping and lashing against and then inside of her clenching anus, and down against where her poor pussy was being split open by the thrusts of the mighty tiger. They couldn't possibly... But they did, as the first of the wolf brothers rose up, kneeling behind Jasmine, gripping her rump in one massive paw, fisting his heavy black cock in the other. He pressed the pointed tip against her anal rosette, and Jasmine tried desperately to tense up, to keep him out. This just seemed to make the randy beast all the more eager for her, and soon he gave a deep, throaty grunt as his hips surged forward, followed only moments later by a despairing wail from Jasmine as she was cruelly sodomized once more, this time by a weighty length of thick wolfmeat.
Jasmine was suddenly cut off right in the middle of her desperate cry of violation before a heavy hand stroked along her chin, and the fat, swollen head of a shadowblack horsecock was pressed against her lips before she could close her mouth all the way. In desperation, Jasmine tried to bite down on the massive shaft being force-fed into her mouth, only to discover that the unnatural flesh of the shadow stallion - for it was the same stallion that had held her arms twice before - was resistant to her mere mortal efforts to harm him, even in so sensitive a place. The stallion nickered in pleasure as he began to thrust into Jasmine's mouth, making her gag frequently as he jabbed the back of her throat often, holding her head in one massive hand to keep her from pulling back and escaping his use of her body.
Just when Jasmine thought that she couldn't possibly be stuffed any further, she felt the other wolfbeast rubbing his pointed cocktip against her well-stretched cunny lips, where the tigerbeast's shaft was spreading her open. After being fisted by Mirage, Jasmine realized that she could stretch down there far more than she'd thought, and knew with sickening realization what was coming next, just moments before the second wolf thrust his hips forward in time with the tiger thrusting upward, until Jasmine was certain that she'd simply burst apart.
The worst part of it all was how good it felt. Even there, in the midst of being used like a cheap whore, a brood mare if Mirage's words were to be believed, stuffed so full she could hardly even breathe, Jasmine could feel the familiar fire in her belly that warned of the orgasms that would soon follow, rough and ragged and overwhelming. Though she'd fought Mirage's will before, Jasmine knew that she wouldn't be able to endure it for long. It was only a matter of time before her will would break, and she would be a slave in soul as well as in body. Mirage was going to win, and Jasmine knew it with a sense of the deepest despair. She was doomed.
Then the beasts mounting her on all sides started to move, and all this was forgotten. Her legs twitching, hands clawing at the bed, at any exposed bit of flesh of her ravishers, Jasmine felt wolf and tiger claiming her pussy start to move in opposite directions from each other, pistoning back and forth in counterpoint. At the same time, the trickle of stallion's precum going straight down her throat was like a heady wine, going straight to her head, until before too long she wasn't being forced to suckle on the brute's penis any more - she was bobbing her head willingly, without any prompting, the dark-bodied stallion smiling in satisfaction, stroking her hair like he might a good, obedient pet that had pleased him. The wolf claiming Jasmine's buns didn't even hurt after a while, as she grew used to the heavy pressure of that massive shaft. She felt almost unbearably full, certainly, but this soon just began to add to her pleasure.
It was the exquisite tightness of Jasmine's bottom that got to the shadowwolf in her butt first. With a wild howl of pleasure, he started to spurt, slamming himself in to the hilt as he started to cream inside her rectum. The pulsing of the wolf behind her made Jasmine start to cry out, her beautiful brown eyes looking up at the stallion with a look of desperate, wanton need, and that was the end of his endurance as he pulled back slightly, just enough to let Jasmine cradle his glans on the tip of her tongue, letting her taste his thick cream as he gushed into her mouth with a will, most of it dribbling down her chin despite all her efforts to swallow it all. A combined roar and howl told of the orgasms hitting tiger and wolf cramming Jasmine's pussy, and Jasmine began to spasm herself, her whole body tensing and jerking as she came again and again and again, even as so much potent, virile monstercum was pumped almost straight into her unprotected, achingly fertile womb. Knowing that she was almost surely pregnant just seemed to add to the pleasure blasting her senses, and Jasmine screamed around the smooth black cock in her mouth, blacking out for a moment.
It wasn't long before Jasmine came back to herself, lying on her back on the bed, while still more of the teeming shadowbeasts moved in. She felt herself being covered, a broad, masculine chest squeezing against her beautiful, aristocratic breasts, full and perfect like twin ripe pears, the fur of her latest lover rubbing against her dark brown nipples, making her squirm as she spread her legs for him, arching her hips up to make his penetration all the easier. Jasmine didn't even look up to see who it was that was claiming her next as the brute on top of her lifted himself to a kneeling position, letting another climb onto her belly, thrusting his massive prick between her breasts. All she did was press her breasts together with her hands, and then clamp her lovely mouth onto the swollen head of the penis presented to her, suckling eagerly, her eyes closed as she savored the exquisite sensations overwhelming her afterglow-sensitive body. For her, there was nothing left but the pleasure.
*
Aladdin and Sadira walked down the long hallways of smooth red marble for what seemed a small eternity, their senses trained for the slightest sound. There were many doors to either side of the hallway, but they only led to rooms that were devoid of inhabitants. It was like the strange place to which they had teleported, riding the magic of the one who had taken Jasmine, was deserted. But then, suddenly, Aladdin's eyes widened, and he started forward at a jog.
"It's Jasmine!" he said. "I can hear her screaming!"
Sadira had to push herself hard to keep up as Aladdin took off as fast as he could, heading straight towards a wide arch at the far end of the seemingly endless hallway, and then racing through into the room beyond. The sight that met both their eyes stunned the pair to their hearts.
Seated on a forbidding throne of strange black metal was the terrible sorceress, Mirage, her green eyes blazing in triumph. She was naked, not a stitch of clothing concealing the heavy gold rings piercing her blood red nipples, rings which she twisted from time to time, obviously in the throes of extreme pleasure. And there, kneeling before the wicked feline, was Jasmine, her face buried between Mirage's thighs, lapping eagerly at the incarnation of evil's pussy. Behind her, a massive, shadowy wolflike creature was humping Jasmine like a dog mounted on a bitch in heat, and every so often her head would arch up as the princess of Agrabah gave a scream of pleasure, before Mirage's strong hand would force her back down, making Jasmine get back to her cunnlingus. Worst of all, Aladdin saw with a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach that Jasmine's belly was almost painfully gravid, swollen as though she were many months pregnant.
"Too late, hero," said Mirage with a satisfied purr as she stroked Jasmine's hair affectionately. "I've claimed this little princess for my slave. A willing slave, I must add. She'll make a fine mother of many more monsters, I assure you."
Aladdin started forward, his face a mask of fury as he prepared to charge the throne, but before he took two steps, powerful hands grabbed him, forcing him to the ground. The shadow beasts were all around, and they wouldn't let anyone approach their mistress without her permission. Sadira watched in mounting horror as the creatures holding Aladdin down seemed to grow steadily more agitated, looking towards Mirage for her permission to slay the intruder. Mirage, in her turn, rubbed her chin, obviously thinking it over.
"Please," gasped out Jasmine, forcing her head up to look at her new mistress. "Please, I'll do anything, mistress. Anything! Just spare him!"
"You'll already do anything I want, slave," said Mirage contemptuously. "It will just take longer to make you do it if I kill him. A little longer to break your spirit completely."
"Then what about me?" Sadira suddenly spoke up before she could think about it, before Aladdin could unleash the words of defiance that would surely spell his doom and Jasmine's eternal enslavement. Mirage paused, looking at the young woman, a brow arching. She was intrigued, and Sadira pressed her advantage. "I know how to serve, especially how to serve powerful sorceresses. I've even got some training in magic. I'll do whatever you want, and, most of all," she smiled sadly at Aladdin and then at Jasmine, "I'm not bound by true love. And even you can't escape the curses that come to someone who tries to break apart true love."
"Don't do it, Sadira!" Aladdin yelled, before he was cuffed across the back of the head by the tigerbeast of fire and shadow, stunning him.
"Take off your clothes," Mirage said in a soft, seductive voice, slowly licking her lips.
Swallowing nervously, Sadira shrugged off her vest, and then lifted her tunic, tossing it aside. She lacked art as she undressed, not really knowing how to be seductive, having never learned the skill in her struggles to survive. And so she simply thrust down her puffy white pants, and kicked them aside, standing naked before the throne of Mirage. Her body was well-formed, lean and smooth and muscular. She wasn't willowy and stunning beautiful like Jasmine, her face not as sweet. But Sadira was anything but ugly as well, and had a certain honest charm to her body that was attractive in itself. She'd just never taken the time to cultivate that charm, certainly not in the way that Jasmine had, spending her life devoted to the arts of culture, diplomacy and the many social graces that came with the life of a princess.
"I accept your offer," said Mirage with a light wave of her hand. Instantly the shadowbeasts stepped away from Aladdin and he ran to Jasmine, taking her almost naked, cumstained body in his arms as the collar around her neck fell away, the wolf that had been mounting her stepping back to allow this. "You shall be my apprentice as well as my slave." Mirage licked her lips again. "I have so many things to teach you, my lovely flower."
"Please, not Sadira," begged Jasmine weakly, looking up at Mirage, but the wicked sorceress was already smiling with the dark, lusty wickedness of before.
"Begone before I change my mind," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
In that instant, Aladdin and Jasmine were back in the palace, with Aladdin still holding Jasmine's smooth, naked body to his own, her heavy, pregnant belly pressed firmly against his chest. She gasped as she felt the first kick of the fast-growing creature inside, and knew that it was only a matter of minutes before the first contractions would start, and she would give birth to the shadowy monster within her womb. Aladdin felt it also, and looked down at Jasmine's belly, and then up to her eyes.
"This will be out secret," he said softly, carrying her to the bed and laying her down on the soft sheets.
The creature was born without pain, surprisingly enough, the last lingering remnants of Mirage's spell keeping Jasmine from suffering. Aladdin and Jasmine only had a glimpse of the creature before it shimmered in his arms as he held it up, and then it faded from sight, taken back to the realm of Mirage. Jasmine rose, her body already recovering from her ordeal now that she was back in the world of reality, and hugged Aladdin tightly. Both princess and hero looked towards the window, where the sun was just beginning to set. Somehow, they knew that they wherever Sadira was, she had found the things that she had been missing for her whole life: a place to belong, and someone to belong to. As they held each other, they only hoped that this would be enough.