I'm Your Whore

Jafar stared at Princess Jasmine hungrily. There she stood, dressed only in a short tun tunic, her tiny waist exposed, and below that, a thin skirt of Arabian silk. Her shackles held her to the cave wall, and her large brown eyes silently pleaded for him to release her.

“Please, Jafar, let me go!” she whimpered, struggling to keep her eyes free of tears. The atmosphere of the cave was dank and foreboding, and Jafar smirked at the girl, helpless in his clutches. He took a step toward her, extending his hand to draw a finger slowly down her youthful cleavage, the bulge beneath his tunic hardening even more so. She tried to keep her chin high, watching him down her nose in hatred and shame. It was true, she had imagined nights spent in Jafar’s demanding grip, obeying his every command. But she had never wanted such dark dreams to come to life.

“I have sworn myself to Aladdin, you pig!” she hissed, her large lips quivering as he leaned his face to her neck. She could feel his heavy breath on her collar bone. His thin goatee traced along the top of her breast.

“Do you think that makes any difference to me, my dear Jasmine?” he scoffed, planting a slight kiss on her neck and withdrawing himself to study her face. Her eyes were wide, and she looked down fearfully to see his spindly fingers pushing down her thin skirt. His yellow eyes gleamed as her pussy was revealed; soft, dark springy hair spread across the glorious mound.

“Please don’t” she whispered hoarsely, but he let the skirt drop to her ankles, pressing his fingers to her crotch. She winced in unwilling pleasure as he spread her folds apart, staring at her red clit and beneath it, a tiny virgin cunt. He stroked his finger down the soft slit, and Jasmine shuddered, biting her lip.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on your big, sensual lips” he grinned dirtily, yellyellowed teeth glinting as he traced a finger across her bottom lip. She could taste herself, knowing that her cunt was getting wet at Jafars touch. He lifted his tunic, revealing an enormous hard on. Jasmine eyed it carefully.


“You like the look of this, baby?” he mumbled, pressing the tip of his cock against her slit. “You can’t get his from your pathetic little Aladdin”. He slowly began to push into her, watching her face contort into a pleasurable sort of pain.

“Oh.. Jafar..” she exclaimed breathlessly, her muscles pulsing as he pressed her against the cave wall, maneuvering his penis further into her. “Like that, little whore?” he grunted, beginning to thrust himself against her hips, her eyes closed shut, trying not to enjoy Jafar’s rape of her virgin body.


“Mmm…” she couldn’t stifle a moan of pleasure as he began caressing her breasts beneath her shirt. He pinched her nipples and began bucking against her. Jasmine found her hips rising to meet his as he slammed into her.

She couldn’t like this. She was supposed to be screaming, protesting against this horrible wrongdoing. But she liked it. Her body liked it. His huge cock thrummed inside of her, and suddenly Jasmine could feel his warm cum spurting into her, just as her own throbbing climax seized her body.

“Ohh…” she began to moan as his lips pressed against hers, muffling her cries.


“You little whore” he scorned, rubbing his dick in and out of her, rubbing his hands over her swollen, satisfied clitoris.

Jasmine clenched her eyes shut, realizing the unthinkable – Jafar had just taken her, and she had found it pleasurable. There was no going back now.

“I’m not just any whore” she whispered, grinding her hips to his. “I’m your whore”.