Jasmine looked on in horror while Jafar laughed sadistically on his golden throne. Her father, the once respected sultan of Agrabah, was being forced to dance like a marionette; a single string was attached to each appendage, held up in the air by Jafar's magic, that pushed and pulled his arms and legs in every direction while Iago, Jafar's colorful parrot, stuffed crackers into her father's mouth. His white, stately clothes replaced by a crude red and yellow checkered jester's outfit only added to the humiliation.
Jasmine's own clothes were hardly better. Instead of her usual turquoise gown that she loved, Jafar had put her in a small tube top that barely contained her bosom, and a very low cut set of billowing harem pants. Both were a deep red, matching her lipstick that Jafar had forced her to wear. Unlike her father, Jasmine's new role in Jafar's court was to simply hold a tray of fruit for Jafar to eat from, but from the lewd glances Jafar gave her, she could tell the tray wasn't the only thing of hers he wanted to eat.
His attention, however, was still focused on watching the humiliation of her father. After several hours of Jafar laughing while the former sultan danced for his amusement, Jasmine couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop it! Jafar, leave him alone!" she yelled out desperately. Jasmine hated it that she, a sultan's daughter and future ruler of Agrabah, should have to beg for the sake of her father, but she knew she had no choice when Jafar held the powers of the genie.
It was small consolation to her when her plea did at least catch Jafar's attention, and with a glance her way he held out his arm, commanding his pet to stop. She had time to give a small sigh of relief before Jasmine noticed that Jafar had turned his full attention to her.
Pulling the chain between the clasps on her wrists, Jafter brought her in close enough to smell his wretched breath. He grabbed an apple from the tray she was holding.
"it pains me to see you reduced to this, Jasmine." Jafar said with condescending sympathy as he took a large, obnoxious bite from the apple. As he continued to talk, spittle and and chewed apple flew from his mouth, hitting her in the face. "A beautiful desert bloom such as yourself should on the arm of the most powerful man in the world." Oblivious to the food spraying from his mouth, he held out his palm and with a golden swirl a small, golden crown appeared above his hand. Extending it Jasmine, he leaned in closer. "What do you say, sweetheart? With you as my queen-" he began, but Jasmine refused to let him finish his vulgar offer.
Grabbing the closest thing to her hand, a glass of wine on a small table next to her, Jasmine threw it in his face. She could no longer hide her disgust or disdain for the vile sorcerer, no matter how powerful he was.
"I'll
never
marry you!" she almost screamed at him as the wine splashed across his face. She had always questioned the idea that her virginity had to be saved for her husband, but the thought of such an old man claiming her womanhood was too revolting. Jafar recoiled in pain and surprise before raising his arm to strike her, his smug expression replaced with a furious scowl.
"I'll teach you to show some respect!" He snarled, but before he could bring his fist down on her, she stepped back and stumbled on the ground. For a moment Jafar stood over her, his face contorted with a barely contained rage. She shuddered at the thought of what humiliation he would bring down on her, but she stared back defiantly. Jasmine would suffer death before she would lay with the lecherous vizier.
Jafar's face suddenly softened as an idea hit him. Turning to the genie, who had been sitting sulkily on the throne steps, his expressions shifted from rage to insane lust. "Genie!" he yelled out with sadistic glee. "I know what I want for my final wish!" Jafar's eyes turned back to stare at Jasmine, with a look that made her blood run cold. "Make Princess Jasmine fall deeply in love with me." Jafar spoke the last words softly, but even Jasmine gasped at the thought of having her own free will, the last bit of freedom she had, taken away and forced to love the gnarled old man.
The Genie teleported to the side of Jafar, a sheepish look on his face. Changing his form and voice, the blue genie started to explain that love was one of the few wishes he was not able to grant. Jafar began arguing with him, grabbing the genie byt he beard and yelling straight into his face. They were distracted with each other when something caught Jasmine's attention.
Behind of both Jafar and Genie, she saw the figure of Aladdin silently fly in through the window on his magic carpet. Seeing him again brought mixed reactions within Jasmine. She was in no ready ready to forgive his deception of both her and her father about his true identity, pretending to be just another snobbish prince, but she knew she would need his help to stop Jafar.
Thankfully, Jafar hadn't noticed the young thief yet, but Jafar kept the genie's lamp right next to his throne. There was no way Aladdin could sneak close enough to grab it without being seen. Aladdin didn't seem to think so, however, as he was now trying to sneak past one of the huge pile of gold coins that littered the grand hall.
There was no cover between there and the throne, though, so when the brash idiot tried crawling in plain view towards the lamp, Jasmin knew she had to think of something quick to distract the evil sorcerer. Thankfully, he had given her the perfect idea himself.
"Jafar," Jasmine cooed, slowly standing up and slightly twisting her hips in a way she saw father's concubines do. "I've never noticed how incredibly....handsome you are," she said as she picked up the crown and placed it on top of her head. As much as she loathed the thought of what she was about to do, she had to admit she enjoyed the thought of finally ruling over Agrabah.
Jafar's and the genie's heads turned as she began talking. While Genie simply looked confused and baffled, Jafar's initial confusion morphed into a lustful smile as he began walking towards her, unaware of the young man slowly creeping along from the other side of the room.
"That's better," Jafar said, brimming with glee. "Now, pussycat, tell me more about...myself."
As she watched Aladdin move out of the corner of her eye, she wished the fool would move faster. She hoped she could keep up the facade. She was thankful she was friendly with the servant girls, and they had discussed how they liked to talk around young men and tease them. She was also pretty aware of what an amazing body she had, she wasn't blind to the stares and gazes all of her suitors had thrown her way, not to mention Jafar himself.
"You're so...tall, dark and...well dressed," Jasmine continued, trying her best to make her voice as sexy and sultry as possible, on top of trying to think of something complimentary. "And your...staff...is so....
hard.
" she said, almost unaware of the pun as she saw the growing bulge through the sorcerer's robes. They continued walking towards each other, and to make sure his eyes remained fixed on her, she reached back and undid the back of her top, letting it fall away and exposing her large, developed breasts. Jafar's eyes went wild, and even she had to smile at the fact that he wasn't the only one who knew how to hypnotize someone.