Where the Bad Guys Always Win

Obeying the New Sultan

Princess Jasmine wanted what was best for her home country of Agrabah, but unfortunately, she kept getting roadblocked. Her handmaiden Dahlia supported her just fine, but her father, the Sultan, was very dismissive of her wants. He wasn't cruel about it or anything, but he followed the old ways where only men could rule. Then there was Prince Ali. He seemed similar to the street rat Aladdin that she met one day after running away from the palace, but he seemed to go out of the way to show off to her like she was some prize to be won. 

But now she was dealing with by far the worst roadblock in her life: Jafar. Her father's royal vizier, he was always rather obvious in his quest to rule, and Jasmine had never understood why he was kept on for so long. Then, Jafar revealed that he had gained a lamp with a magic genie in it, and things became scary very quickly. Ali was indeed Aladdin, and though he tried to steal the lamp away, after Jafar wished to become the sultan, then the world's most powerful sorcerer, he was able to easily destroy both Aladdin and his magic carpet. Jasmine, her father, and Dahlia could only look on in helplessness. 

Riding his power trip, Jafar caused both the former Sultan and Dahlia to writhe in pain, unless Jasmine marries him. While he wasn't in love with her, he wanted her and her father to suffer, and both despised the thought of Jasmine being Jafar's wife. The princess couldn't bear to see her dad and best friend be tortured and reluctantly agreed. Not wanting to delay things, he immediately took Jasmine to the balcony and proceeded with the wedding ceremony. In mere seconds, Jafar would have achieved almost everything he wanted. The only other thing was to conquer Shirabad, the home of Jasmine's mother. 

Pulling her close to him, Jafar began to admire just how beautiful Jasmine truly was. Originally, she was just going to be a trophy, but his lust soon sprung up and thought he'd have a fine concubine on top of it. He wrapped his arm around her, making sure to grope her ass, and told her to complete the marriage. Jasmine looked at him and wanted to vomit at the thought of marrying him. He was reasonably attractive, sure, but his soul was vile. Luckily, she had a plan. Right before saying "I do," and quickly reached for the lamp. If she could grab that, she could use the Genie to stop Jafar.

Sadly, her plan failed.

Jafar's reflexes were on point, and grabbed her wrist before she could reach the lamp. Jasmine groaned in pain as Jafar twisted her arm around, causing her to fall to her knees. Angry, Jafar threw the woman to the ground, and grabbed the lamp. Then, he made his third and final wish to Genie: That he and lamp be sealed in the Cave of Wonders for all eternity, where no one would find him and use his power ever again. Helpless to do anything but obey, Genie granted his wish, apologizing as he and the lamp were whisked off, never to be seen again. Jasmine realized that was their last shot to stop the evil man, and it didn't work.

Angry about her betrayal, Jafar told Jasmine that she would have to suffer the consequences and resumed his attack on her father and Dahlia. Desperate, Jasmine scrambled before Jafar and bowed before him, pleading for him to not hurt them, and she will really marry him. The evil wizard made Jasmine promise that there wouldn't be any tricks this time and that she will be a proper wife who speaks only when she is spoken to. Unable to think of a way out of this situation, Jasmine agreed to his terms, tears in her eyes. Jasmine was then forced to stand up and continue the ceremony. 

As much as she didn't want to, Jasmine met Jafar's eyes with her own and pledged to be his submissive wife, giving herself over to him. His cocky grin unnerved the young woman and she shivered as he pulled her in close to him. With reluctance, she said "I do," thus officially becoming Jafar's wife and fully handing Agrabah over to him. He smiled and told her that they had to consummate their pairing, and leaned in. Though disgusted, Jasmine didn't resist as Jafar kissed her, letting him invade her mouth with his tongue. Knowing what he would do to her friends and family if she resisted, Jasmine decided to get on Jafar's good side for now and embraced her enemy, returning the kiss. Jafar could tell she was just acting, but that made it all the sweeter for him. 

Oh, yes. Being the most powerful indeed felt wonderful.

Once the ceremony was over, Jafar had the former Sultan and Dahlia sent to the dungeons. Jasmine quickly pleaded with her new husband, begging them to be spared. She would do anything and quickly fluttered her eyes, knowing that his lust for her was growing. Though he knew exactly what she was doing, Jafar smiled and merely had them confined to some guest rooms. After all, it's not like any of them could do anything against him. Clutching his new wife, Jafar led Jasmine away as the former Sultan and Dahlia were led away.

Upon reaching the former sultan's-now Jafar's-bedroom, the evil wizard set down his staff and ordered Jasmine to strip. She stared back at him in shock. Sure, she knew he was going to have sex with her at some point, but she didn't expect immediately. She merely stood there until Jafar threatened her father if she didn't hurry up, and the young woman snapped back. With some trepidation, the young woman took off her royal gowns in front of Jafar. She blushed in shame upon revealing her naked body before the vile man, turning her face away.

Seeing her naked truly made Jafar lust after the young princess even more. Having her in his grasp, helpless to do anything but obey, was making him hard as hell. He quickly took off his robes and set his staff on a nearby table, his erect cock springing from its confines. He walked up to Jasmine and cupped her chin, turning her towards him. Jasmine was shocked to see how attractive Jafar was and just how big his cock was. She had never seen him anywhere close to naked, and lamented that he might have had a chance at wooing her if he wasn't so evil and twisted.

The two stared at each other's eyes for a few minutes, Jafar's smoldering gaze making Jasmine feel weak, but also aroused, much to her shame. Finally breaking the silence, Jafar told Jasmine to get on the bed, slapping her ass as she moved. Hating what was about to happen, Jasmine reluctantly climbed on the bed and laid face-up, her arms and legs splayed wide. Jafar took a few minutes to admire her wonderful body, noting that she got everything from her mother. 

Climbing in, Jafar soon laid on top of Jasmine, then caressed her face as he continued to taunt her about her helplessness. Jasmine was very clearly disgusted, but the only retort she could offer was a gulp. Shame welled up even more in her as Jafar commented that she finally understood a woman's place wasn't to talk, but she remained silent. Anything to get this over with. 

Grinning knowingly, Jafar leaned down and began making out with Jasmine. Meanwhile, his hands explored her body, caressing her arms and spending a lot of time fondling her breasts. She returned his kiss if only to not piss him off any further, but she soon found her pussy getting wet. Having such an evil man abusing her body was actually arousing her, which Jasmine couldn't believe. And he was actually a pretty decent kisser, to boot. Much to her chagrin, Jasmine found herself actually getting into it and gasping in between kisses.

It never occurred to Jafar just how much he wanted Jasmine until this moment. Sure, he wanted her and her father to suffer knowing she was now his property, but now that he was making out with her, he found his lust consuming him. Jafar moved downward, kissing Jasmine's neck and shoulders, until he got to her breasts. They were quite tasty-looking, and soon Jafar was licking and sucking the mounds, playfully biting down on the nipples and teasing them with his tongue. Much to his delight, he heard Jasmine moaning in arousal. He chuckled inwardly, as he knew she was really hating this.

Eventually, Jafar could only delay things so far, and his cock was throbbing. Sitting back up, Jafar sneered down at Jasmine and grasped her hips. She braced herself, knowing the inevitable was coming and prayed she could endure this shame. Lining up, Jafar plunged his cock in Jasmine's virgin pussy, delighted to find it was well-lubricated for him. He grinned and pushed his cock in as far as it could go. Jasmine cried out in pain as she was violated, feeling the blood welling up inside her pussy. She couldn't believe she handed over her virginity to this horrible man rather than a nice, noble man instead.

Feeling Jasmine's tight pussy around his cock, Jafar thought he was in heaven. Oh yes, forcing Jasmine to marry him was indeed the right thing to do. Once he regained his composure, the new Sultan proceeded to thrust in and out, the sound of Jasmine's screams, moans, and whimpers music to his ears. He grabbed Jasmine's boobs to use as handles in order to push himself deeper, and Jasmine soon found herself trapped beneath him. She was even more shocked when she had an orgasm, her body betraying her mind and giving in to the bastard. 

The two continued to fuck on the Sultan's bed for some time, though for Jasmine it felt like hours. Jafar managed to rip several more orgasms from her body, adding to her shame each time. He leaned down and began to kiss Jasmine again. In her aroused state, Jasmine returned his kiss with vigor, panting between each kiss as she was fucked hard and fast. Eventually, Jafar could hold on no longer and groaned before emptying his cock in her pussy. Jasmine cried out as she felt his seed filling her womb, and the thought of bearing his child caused her no end of regrets. She had hoped this would be the end of things for a while, but then Jafar grinned, unnerving her. Then, she felt him instantly get hard again and her eyes went wide. She reasoned that it was because of his new vast magical powers, but it was little comfort.

Loud screams were heard coming out of the room long into the night. 

The next day, Jafar, satisfied with her body for the moment, got dressed to attend to the upcoming invasion of Shirabad. He told Jasmine that she was confined to this room, and laid out an outfit for her to wear. It was a red harem girl's outfit. Jasmine was disgusted by Jafar's perversion, but had no other choice but to put it on. After he left, she contemplated what her next move should be. With the Genie sealed for eternity, she couldn't take away his magic powers. Maybe there was another genie she could find and stop him? 

Dismissing idea after idea, Jasmine was at a loss on how to stop Jafar when she heard a whispering coming from the window. It was Dahlia, also in a harem girl outfit similar to hers. She climbed into the room and hugged her best friend. Jasmine asked how she escaped, to which she replied it was easy, since the guards weren't really on Jafar's side, they looked the other way. Dahlia was going to get the Sultan, but he told her to get Jasmine and run away to Shirabad, use their army to retake Agrabah. Jasmine didn't want to leave her dad, but agreed it was the best decision, and the two girls snuck out to escape the palace.

Traveling to one of the side entrances to the castle, Jasmine and Dahlia found no resistance and figured they were home free, when suddenly some floating rope came out of nowhere and ensnared the ladies. The rope encircled around their waists, then around their chests, encircling their breasts, before wrapping around their arms several times and attaching to the rope circling their waists. Two cloths sprung up and attached themselves to the ladies' faces. Dahlia's covered her mouth like a veil while Jasmine's balled itself up and used the leftover tails to tie itself around her head. In seconds, both women were restrained and gagged.

Their worst fear was confirmed when Jasmine and Dahlia heard footsteps behind them and saw Jafar, looking extremely pissed. He knew Jasmine would try to escape, but never figured the guards would betray him so callously. Jafar stepped towards the ladies and told them that HE was in charge now, and nothing could change that. To show off his control, Jafar liberally fondled and molested both girls, grabbing their tits, asses, and pussies as much as he liked as he continued to circle the helpless ladies. 

Unable to escape their magic bonds, Jasmine and Dahlia were terrified of what was to happen. A part of them wished they had simply given up and accepted Jafar's rule, knowing that he had no sympathy for them. They could only imagine the tortures he would do to them. Jafar eventually stepped back, telling the ladies that he could just hypnotize them, but he preferred breaking them instead. He slammed the tip of his cane on the ground and soon Hakim and the rest of the Royal Guards stepped out. All of them had a rather vacant look on their face, and to Jasmine and Dahlia's shock, all had taken off their pants, their cocks fully erect. 

A cruel smile escaping his lips, Jafar told Jasmine that if she didn't want to be his wife, she would be a part of the Royal Harem instead, and that her last remaining allies would introduce her to her new life. With one last stomp of his staff, Jafar turned and left, leaving the girls to their fates. Both girls grunted and whimpered as the Royal Guards surrounded them, lust filling their eyes. They desperately looked around for a way to escape, but soon the room was filled with the sounds of their muffled screams, with no one coming to interfere.

Later that night, Jafar was in his room, going over battle plans to invade Shirabad, when he heard a knock at his door. He knew who it was already, and allowed them in, feigning surprise when Jasmine walked in, wearing a new harem outfit. She stood before him, her hands clasp before her and her head down, and thanked Jafar for allowing her to wash up and a new outfit. Her voice was low and submissive, which amused the new Sultan. He asked if she was going to rebel anymore and she shook her head. To show her submission, Jasmine crawled to Jafar, then bent down and started kissing and licking his shoes. 

With tears in her eyes, Jasmine told Jafar she regretted defying him, and begged him to take her and Dahlia out of the Royal Harem. She would be a faithful, dutiful wife, acting to her husband's will as a woman should, and Dahlia would be a loyal servant to him. As much as Jafar wanted to see Jasmine suffer, and he certainly got his fill when he told the former Sultan all about what he did to Jasmine, he had to admit that her begging was appealing to his sympathies. He could tell she still despised him, but had no wish to endure a gang rape ever again. 

Princess Jasmine was completely broken.

Amused, Jafar beckoned Jasmine to rest back on her knees. He caressed her cheek, telling her that he could tell she meant what she said. A light appeared in Jasmine's eyes. If she could stay in Jafar's good graces, maybe she could curb his vengeance until she found a way to depose him. Her hopes were dashed, however, as Jafar took a trinket from the table and clamped it around her throat. It was a slave collar with a red jewel in the middle. With a snap of his fingers, Jasmine soon found herself in immense pain and doubled over. 

Standing up, Jafar kicked Jasmine onto her back and placed his foot on her stomach. He told her that she would indeed return to being his wife, but will only be permitted to act and speak when and how he allowed. If she disobeyed him in any way, her father would immediately be executed. No more chances. He also told her that only Jasmine would be his. Dahlia, as the one who instigated the attempted breakout, was deemed a bad influence on Jasmine and would remain in the Royal Harem, forced to serve any and all men in the castle who wanted her. Jasmine wanted to protest, but seeing the triumphant Jafar pin her to the ground with just one foot, she closed her eyes and accepted the offer, tears streaming down her face. 

With that matter settled, Jafar took off his robe, leaving himself naked, and laid down on his bed. He ordered Jasmine to strip and crawl in with him. Reluctant at first, Jasmine sighed and stripped, crawling into bed with her husband. He pushed her head into his crotch, telling her to begin licking and sucking. Though her jaw was still sore from the gag, albeit not as sore as her pussy and ass from the orgy, Jasmine nodded without saying a word and began obeying the order.

Jasmine had wanted to rise above the patriarchal rule of her country.

She honestly believed a female Sultan would make Agrabah better.

But that dream was gone now, forever dashed.

Now, Jasmine's role was that of any woman, especially under Jafar's rule.

She was to never speak up, and always obey her husband.