Jasmine's New Powers

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.

She threw a quick glance over at Aladdin again, hoping he had gotten to the lamp by now, and had to hold back a groan as she saw him and the Genie just standing and talking, barely any closer than where he had began.

She had to keep from rolling her eyes as she tried to think of more things to say as she finally reached Jafar. "And those...cute gaps between your teeth," she said, at this point simply stating the first things she noticed about him. Jafar was still entranced however, his smile never wavering.

"Go on," he said, his hands reaching up to grab her breasts. Jasmine thought she may have enjoyed the sensation if it was being done by someone who knew what they were doing, but Jafar's awkward gropes and pinches just felt uncomfortable. He seemed to enjoy though, as his long, thin fingers rubbed along her nipples, amking them hard and more sensitive.

"And your beard is so...

twisted

," she said, scrunching her nose as she wrapped his thin beard around her finger and playfully twirled it around. Wrapping her arms around Jafar's neck, she motioned Aladdin with a finger to move faster, but when he looked up to see his crush half-naked, he got distracted himself.

A large crash suddenly rang out in the hall as Abu struck Iago with a large golden plate, snapping Jafar's trance-like infatuation with Jasmine. Her heart leapt up in fear, so before he turned to see the source of the noise, she quickly planted her closed lips on Jafar's. His breath was revolting, but it had the desired effect as his attention remained squarely on her.

Glancing at Aladdin again, she saw that the commotion had at least motivated him to move a little faster, but his clumsy movements were becoming louder. She knew she would have to keep Jafar distracted for at least a few minutes, so she did the one thing her handmaidens had told her drove men wild.

She got down on her knees and pulled away Jafar's robes from his crotch, exposing his hard, if average penis. Once it was uncovered, Jasmine froze for a moment. She had never seen one before, and she almost couldn't believe that this was all the fuss was about that her maiden's went on and on about. She could feel Jafar staring down at her with anticipation, and knowing she had gone too far to back down now, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide.

Jafar slowly slid his member into her gaping mouth, and the first thought that entered Jasmine's head was that he should have used his first wish for a bath. But faking a moan of pleasure, she acted as if it were the sweetest treat she had ever tasted. Pulling her head back she stuck her tongue out and gave long licks to the villain's shaft, and the sounds coming from Jafar indicated that she was a fast learner.

"Oh Jafar," she moan between licks and kisses. "You're

sooo

big! I'm so glad you got rid of that pathetic street urchin so we could be together." She was only half lying for the second statement, still furious at Aladdin. He was getting closer to the lamp now, and Jasmine would like to know why he wanted to go so cursedly slow.

"Oh princess, I knew you'd come around," Jafar said in a state of aroused bliss. "As the most powerful man in the world, I deserve only the sexiest woman,"

"Mmmhhmmm," Jasmine said as she stuffed his dick into her mouth again. It was easier to slide in and out since covering it with her spit, and she was finding she rather enjoyed the act, if not the recipient. She brought her head back and forth quickly, and Jafar's moans grew louder with each bobbing of her head.

"Oh..oh yes princess!" he yelled as he pulled out suddenly, and ejaculated all over her face. She was too surprised to get out of the way, figuring it would take longer to make a man climax, but she let the warms strands of white fall over her face and head. When he was done, she stood up again, hoping she had given Aladdin enough time at this point. She could see his hands reaching out to grab the lamp, and smiled with relief.

"But as she stood up, Jafar started to wipe away some of his cum that had fallen on her crown. "That was..." he began, but as he looked at the reflective surface of the crown, he saw Aladdin behind him.

Turning suddenly, he shot Aladdin with a blast of energy from his staff. "How many times to I have to kill you, boy?" he yelled out in frustration. Jasmine grabbed his stuff and struggled to wrestle it away, but Jafar quickly threw her to the ground. The distraction was enough for Aladdin to run over and begin his own battle to take Jafar's staff. Jasmine grabbed her red top and refastened it

"Grab the lamp!" Aladdin yelled back at her, and Jasmine instinctively jumped up and ran towards the throne. Just as she grabbed the lamp, however, she felt a surge of pain hit her body as Jafar hit her with a blast as well, and when she opened her eyes, found herself inside a giant hourglass.

"Looks like time is running out for you!" Jafar quipped at her, as sand began falling from the top of her new prison. Noticing the lamp was simply sitting on the opposite side of the glass, however, she began thinking of how to escape. As Aladdin battled with Jafar and both of them had forgotten about the lamp, a smile slowly formed on Jasmine's face.

"Oh, I don't think so," she responded softly, her smile becoming wider. "In fact, I think my time might just be beginning."

Jasmine looked all around through the glass, making sure no one was paying any attention to her. Aladdin and Jafar were fighting each other, Abu was struggling on the floor with Iago, her father had run behind one of the mounds of gold, and Genie was hiding in his lamp.

Trying not to draw much attention to herself, Jasmine took off the golden crown Jafar had given her, and using it's uppermost point, began trying to cut through the glass. She was thankful Jafar didn't create a cheap metal with his powers. It wasn't going quickly, but if she pushed down hard enough, visible scratches were starting to appear, creating weak points in the wall.

A large crash shook the hourglass, sending sand flying everywhere. She looked up to Jafar transformed into a massive cobra, coiling around a struggling Aladdin. Looking back, down she began working faster, trying to ignore the sand falling all around her.

Once a large section of the glass wall was covered in scratches, Jasmine decided to take a chance and break the glass. No one had noticed what she was doing or gone after the lamp, so going back to the opposite side of the hourglass, Jasmine ran towards the marks she had made as fast as she could. She ran into the glass wall with her shoulder, grunting as her momentum came to a sudden halt, but hearing several large cracks, went back to try again.

This time, when she hit the wall, the glass shattered as she fell through to the other side, burying the lamp in a small wave of sand. The crash drew the attention of Jafar, who's snake-like body was squeezing Aladdin and crushing the life out of him. Jasmine quickly dug through the sand, grabbing the lamp just as Jafar realized what she was doing.

A look of shock and horror appeared on his serpentine face as he dropped dropped Aladdin, who took began taking deep gasps to catch his breath. Rubbing the lamp with anticipation before Jafar could reach her, blue smoke swirled out of it as the genie appeared. He looked morose and didn't look up to see who had rubbed the lamp, assuming it was Jafar.

"Look, Mr. Psycho, just make it quick, tell me what you wanna do so-" He stopped in mid-sentence as he saw you was holding the lamp, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

"Genie,

I'm

your master now," Jasmine said hurriedly but with a fierce tone, as Jafar was closing in on them. "My first wish is to make is to take away all of Jafar's powers and give them to me!" she said desperately, as Jafar was slithering as quickly as he could and had almost reached them.

"Oh baby, now we're talking!" Genie said gleefully as he twirled around and grew in size. He pointed a finger at the Jafar, who was at this point poised right above Jasmine with his jaws wide open and about to strike down. Before Jasmine could be swallowed whole, a bolt of energy shot out of the genie's pointed finger, hitting Jafar and enveloping his body.

Jafar gave a sharp cry of pain as another bolt of energy shoots from him, hitting Jasmine squarely in the chest. It happened so fast Jasmine didn't even have time to react, though she felt the effect immediately.

She felt no pain, but she could feel the energy course through her body as the air whipped and blew all around her. Jasmine felt as if she were breathing in a hurricane while being stuck by lightning, but it was over in an instant. When she opened her eyes, Jafar, back in his usual, elderly human form, was laying on the ground in front of her, a look of shock and despair on his face.

Jasmine initially looked no different, but she could tell she was no longer the same. She felt more alive, more vibrant, more free. She could intuitively feel the power within her now, and with a simple flick of her wrist there was a flash of energy from her hand, and Jafar suddenly found himself tightly chained form head to foot.

"M-my q-q-queen," Jafar started to say, his words stuttering as he tried to think of what to say to get out of this, as he had with the Sultan so many times in the past. "It must have been some wicked curse placed on me. With my powers gone, I feel like my old self again, I only live to serve-"

Jasmine quickly waved her hand again, creating a cackling of energy, and a long, tight robed appeared around Jafar's face and head, gagging him.

"Silence, you you degenerate!" Jasmine snapped at him. Her tone was angry, but everyone who looked at her could see an almost gleeful expression on her face. "I'm not some naive child you can trick with simple lies! You may have had my father's ear longer than you deserved, but you should be begging I don't have your's cut off!" she yelled at the former vizier.

She opened the palm of her hand, and short, cackling bolts of energy shot from her fingertips. Jafar began to quiver with fear, but to everyone's surprise she began to laugh. Softly at first, barely more than a chuck, but it quickly grew to maniacal level, and the energy flying from her hand grew wilder and longer.

"I must admit, though," Jasmine finally said after calming down. "I should have become a sorceress long ago, I don't think I've ever felt better!" she exclaimed with a smile on still on her face.

Her father, seeing the immediate danger was gone, meekly creeped out from behind the horde of gold he had been hiding behind.

"Yes, very good, my dear, but I think it's time I get back to ruling," he said optimistically. "Why don't you send the genie and lamp away, and things can go back to normal, yes?" he asked meekly, walking back up to the throne.

"But father," Jasmine interposed sternly, turning to glare her father. "I wished for Jafar's powers, and technically, he had been sultan of Agrabah. So I believe that title rightly belongs to me now." She looked down at the red harem dress she was wear, and scowled in disgust. "And these rags are hardly deserving of my new stature I think." She twirled around as energy cackled around her, and when she stopped her harem dress had been transformed in a gorgeous, ornate gown. Jewels adorned it all over the body and billowy skirt. It had a split down the middle of the chest down to her navel, teasing her cleavage and showing of her toned body, and it kept the deep red of her former clothes. "I do love the color though," she quipped. Taking Jafar's simple, golden crown from her head, she held it in the palm of one hand while twirling her other hand above it, transforming it into an intricate diamond and emerald encrusted piece before placing it back on her head.

Her father sputtered, baffled at her change and at a loss for words. "Well, that's just, um, quite you, know, unacceptable!" he bumbled out, more confused than angry. "Why, you haven't even been married off yet!"

Jasmine scoffed as she climbed the steps to the throne, brushing past her father. "And I have no intention of being shown off like some bird in a cage, just to be given to the first man whom

you

deem worthy!" she snarled at the kindly old man.

The great door at the other end of the hall opened up as the palace guards entered, nervously at first, but as they realized that Jafar was no longer a threat, they grew bolder and walked further inside. Looking up at the throne, Jasmine waved at them to take Jafar away, and as the old man struggled and tried to yell through his gag, the guards picked him up and carried him away.