The truth about Jasmine
Things had gotten a little out of hands.
Jasmine was trapped in some kind of large hourglass, Jafar's magic imprisoning her and trying to make it so she would be buried and choke to death when her time would be over, a pretty big albeit deadly metaphor. The vizier had gone mad with power, obtaining Genie's lamp and wishing for magical might of great renown, going forth to gain everything that he could desire including the throne and all of Agrabah under his iron grip. Aladdin, a common thief, was trying to rescue her and fight him off as he did not want his beloved to suffer or be harmed in any way as Jafar laughed it up and transformed into a large snake, about to go ahead and trap the "street rat" within his coils. Jasmine could only look with slight panic at the whole scene as she saw it all and knew for a fact something that neither men would ever realize.
Everything there was happening because of her own machinations.
Nobody quite knew the actual truth about the princess of Agrabah, the lovely Jasmine whose temperament was said to be as fiery as she was beautiful. She was beloved by the people, though not quite well-known as she had been sheltered through most of her life...or at least that's how the tale went as things weren't so fantastical or even as simple as that. The sole thing of actual veracity in this version was her name, as Jasmine had been given that by her mother, a once-famous dancer and entertainer of more intimate matter who had unfortunately left her young girl on the street after meeting an untimely demise. This had shaped Jasmine's view that things were unfair and that she ought to do all that she could to survive, even the lowest tricks to get her ways. Time had granted her a certain guile and confidence, along her mother's look which made her appealing as she made her way in the same manner as her deceased parent, her father unknown and never really showing up.
It had been rough, yet time spent in the dancing hall had given her many lessons, some harsher than others, about how best to proceed and get her way as she used her looks to distract and entice. Thievery was much easier when people looked at her body and not her hands, though one dancer in particular used a special trick which changed the way she proceeded: hypnosis. To use the power of suggestion to have regulars, to be more in control was a great boon and Jasmine, being a quick study, used it as well to ensure a safer and decidedly more lucrative venture for herself. There came occasions when she learned by observation, like when that dancer who used such technique became too greedy and went too quickly toward complete dominance, getting booted and then meeting a rather grim fate. This ensured that Jasmine knew that there were limits to hypnosis as she tried to experiment yet not too wildly with it.
Eventually, though, she came to learn a great deal by merely asking questions, using her influence to gather information and even possible ventures as she hit the jackpot when one of her clients turned out to be the vizier himself: Jafar. He had taken a liking to her and came often, which made it very easy for Jasmine to ensorcel him and place him into a state where he would be not just more compliant to her suggestions, but also even more enamored with her. She whispered of how much he wanted her to be nearby more often, how she'd love to be with him in the palace, of how easy it would be to entertain him and him alone. She buttered him up, using her own body and whatever she had to properly hypnotize him, be it the flicker of a nearby candle, a belly ring adorning her navel, a cheap pendant above her cleavage...nothing was off limit as she ever saw Jafar falling deep under as she made him relax and aroused him in order to pacify his mind and resistance. Eventually, she made it so he agreed and brought her to the palace, where she would be closer and he would introduce her to the harem of the sultan himself.
From there, she performed for him and their ruler, a fat little man with all the privileges whom she grew to despise very quickly as he lived in opulence while others like her mother and her suffered, toiled all while he bathed in perfumed water, drank fine wine and governed. He was a lecherous one at that too, but Jasmine had a plan in mind as his ways would soon be used against him as she smirked all the while he lusted over her. All while she entertained Jafar, she made him gift her some rather pricey pieces of jewelry, basking her in radiance which she ironically used to open his mind to her power and put him under his control as the man, as intelligent and dignified as he could be, was putty by the time she reached a certain point. She had learned patience and thus when it came to ask him for a favor: to see the treasury by her own eyes...he simply couldn't say no. This was when she saw the staff itself.
It was a tall item, an artifact of power locked within the vaults, one sporting a cobra head and hood as its golden finish and its ruby eyes spoke to her. She had heard from scholarly clients that such an item existed in myths and legends, though lost to time and here it was as it meant that perhaps other such things could exist, like the fabled genie's lamp which could grant three wishes. Picking up the staff, she felt an affinity to it as Jafar tried to stop her...yet it was too late as she used the object's power and used it on the foolish vizier.
And it was addictive.
This was magic, pulsations of power of persuasion sent toward the man who was very much under her sway already, yet now completely subjected to her will in a whole new way as she saw an immense opportunity. She had already started work on the sultan, though very slowly and carefully due to the guards...yet this opened new doors for her. Making Jafar forget the staff was ever there, she took it with her and slowly but surely went on to work on the people in the palace, helped in this by Jafar himself who was at her beck and call by now due to the staff's power and his own immense attraction to Jasmine herself. Soon, guards and servants began to fall to her sway, taking good care to make it subtle yet strong enough so that they'd never quite realize their current predicament as this paved the way for her to do the same with the sultan himself, with no one blocking her way in this. The old fool eventually caved in and was completely enthralled, open to her commands and words as Jasmine went on for the kill in a figurative manner, changing the paradigm of their situation. She wasn't his slave and harem girl.
She was his precious daughter whom he dotted on.
Right there she changed from servant to princess, gaining prestige and power in a whole new way as the news was announced far and wide that the sultan found his long lost child, his only daughter and it became an event on its own. With none actually denying this, it became "official" that she was his and thus she got not only her own quarters, her own wardrobe, servants and everything she could ever want...or so the sultan thought. Now that she knew that the legend of the genie's lamp could be real, she set her own eyes upon this, yet there was one key problem: the sultan wouldn't let her. It proved to be too effective as the hypnosis made it so he was over-protective, a changed man in an almost endearingly bumbling way as he gifted her everything, yet forbade her from going out of the palace for her own protection. A tiger, jewelry, a small wonder of a palace garden...everything save freedom as Jasmine saw this first as an obstacle...but then another brilliant idea was born as she knew exactly how to proceed from this point on.
Getting access to everything, including the treasury, she made it so Jafar became her accomplice in secret, even becoming unaware that he was her pawn. She made it so he wanted the throne, to gain power, to betray his friend in order to get Agrabah for himself and to marry the beautiful princess...but for that he'd need the genie's lamp. As such they both researched ways to find it as Jafar proved to be resourceful and found a great many things. The two pieces of the mystical scarab, the Cave of Wonders and the one required to open it, someone who's worth lies far within, the "diamond in the rough". Finding the pieces and the locale, Jafar tried his hand while Jasmine ate wonderfully and relaxed, letting him do all the work and yet it was the third element that proved difficult, with none being worthy to enter the maw of the fearsome tiger figure as Jafar explained while in a trance.
As Jasmine made it so Jafar went on to hypnotize the sultan by using her own staff, letting him play the role of the obvious villain, she went on to work on her own plan to acquire a good-hearted individual as she went outside with the help of her various triggers and her hypnotic dominance over most of the palace personnel, using the sultan's decree as a shield, turning it into an advantage. She played the obvious fool, the one who knew nothing of the harshness of the street and as one of the guards threatened to chop her hand, something he'd never be able to do anyway given her power over him, a hero came to the rescue as a common thief by the name of Aladdin showed his prowess and bravado, saving her from a rather harmful fate. Rather handsome, certainly good-natured, her knew for a fact that he would do just the trick as she went on to work on the young man's mind when they finally reached a hidden spot: his home. There she employed her tricks upon him, not quite on the same level as the snake staff yet strong enough to make it so he'd lose himself in her own beauty, in her sweet whispers, time becoming nothing but a concept as minutes stretched into hours and then the guards came as Jasmine had not subtly called them, bringing her back home and him inside the dungeons where she'd get to work properly upon him.
Weeks passed as Jafar did his thing with the sultan while she went on to work on Aladdin herself. Certainly not indifferent to her, she used his own attraction as a mean to bend his mind to her will as he became subsequently more open to her suggestions and edicts. Her instructions and triggers were slowly but surely set in place as she got to work on another project of hers: her "marriage". As a princess, she would inevitably be wedded to someone of power or prestige and she could use this as an asset to settle her power on an even larger scale as she made it so Jafar sent the news far and wide, with princes and nobles alike being sent to meet her. What resulted of this were inductions at length, placing them under a more suggestible penchant toward her as their attraction and their desire to please her grew, thus when she said that it ought be a secret and they should get out of her room while being frustrated and angry they agreed in order to make her happy. This made it so her reputation as being insufferable continued, making it so she would have a better control over the stream of candidates and make it so she simply wouldn't be married yet without her own accord. All the while, she instilled obedience and submission into Aladdin, just like she had done with Jafar and others of note inside the palace.
When his subservience was settled, she then went on to "release" him by making Jafar do it for her, guiding Aladdin to the Cave of Wonders...and it did not yield the results she wished for. Jafar's report on the matter made it so the thief had succeeded in entering, though it collapsed on him a few moments later, which made it so perhaps everything had failed. Frustrated, Jasmine knew not what to do until she saw a parade in the streets with wonders that simply were not possible, for a "Prince Ali" which she had never heard about before and that had been uninvited. He asked to see Jasmine, with her actually refusing though Aladdin went on to unveil Jafar's treachery, actually her own, as Jasmine soon learned that he had found the magic lamp and used wishes already...much to her disappointment. It seemed like Aladdin had a protector now, the magic genie becoming his friend and thus making it so it would be unwise to just go on and use her power on him if it meant having to fend off the mystical being in the first place. Thus she bade her time for a better opportunity. She went for a carpet ride, which was incidentally a magical and nice moment ruined by the singing of this handsome though irritating twerp, then proceeded to play the part of being "enamored" with him in order to keep him close as she knew that he was no prince, that this was all due to his friend in the first place.
And then things went catastrophically wrong.
Jafar gained control of the lamp, wanted for power as befit the suggestions she implanted in his mind as he became mad and decidedly cruel as his hatred for the sultan, his desire to rule Agrabah went against Jasmine's best-laid plans. Jafar went on to banish Aladdin, to claim the genie for himself and make plans to marry Jasmine and ascend to the throne, playing his role as the "villain" perhaps a little too well for her liking. In his own delirium, he even went on to dress her differently, to put the sultan in prison and to claim that he wanted to wish for the genie to make him love her of all things. Ready to play that part if only to get closer and snatch the lamp away, she tried even to kiss him only for Aladdin to arrive and ruin everything as Jafar spotted him and made it so he thought that Jasmine had betrayed him, imprisoning her in this tall hourglass.
And there she was, close to die while her two most used and programmed pawn were set against each other, making it so she felt like she had bit far more than she could chew. It seemed that those two were fighting for her, which would be amusing if she wasn't about to die as they couldn't hear her due to the thick glass which she banged upon over and over with her fists. As smart as she was, her own actual strength wasn't exactly all that impressive as the sand kept on pouring down, threatening to make her choke as Aladdin went to a last-ditch effort to free her, using the guard of a scimitar to effectively shatter her glass prison. Sand poured out and her along with it as she took deep breaths, panic having settled in just a few moments prior as Jafar and Aladdin still fought it out, the former coiling and threatening to gobble up the thief. As she got up and saw what was happening, she saw this as the perfect distraction and did exactly what she needed to.
She rushed toward the lamp.
It was left somewhat unguarded, Jafar's new and thick tail being slightly in the way but nothing that blocked her as she picked it up. Before rubbing it, she opted to take control of the situation as she looked at the two unwitting servants and spoke a trigger.
"This jasmine perfume is mesmerizing."
This caused for the two of them to stop what they were doing, going deep into a trance as the tall serpent and the common thief were stoic, completely out of it and awaiting instructions. As Jasmine approached, they stood stiff with smiles upon their face, their eyes empty as they thought of her, dreamt of her, were receptive to her words as she rubbed the lamp and released the genie who rushed out and saw who exactly had summoned him.
"Jasmine, thank the stars! Quick, you gotta save Al, I think he's-" he began to say, fooled like most into thinking that she was in love with this young man as she smirked and glanced at the whole scene before going on for her very first and most important wish of them all.
"I wish I had the most powerful hypnotic influence to have ever existed," she said and then as Genie was astonished by such a desire spoken out loud, yet could do naught but actually make it manifest into reality, using his cosmic power to indeed grant exactly what Jasmine demanded of him. An aura and energy invested her, spreading through her flesh and spirit as she knew intrinsically how best to use it, her own talents and guile empowered by something absolutely unnatural and yet blissful as she smiled and glanced at the genie to test things out. "You've always been fond of me, haven't you? I do not make you indifferent, awakening your lust in a very primal manner, yes?"
It was a stretch, but she felt confident and downright divine in her own newfound skills of hypnotic persuasion as she used the snake staff to channel her own influence. She knew not whether or not it would function on genie, though the way he looked at her indicated that he was not indifferent to her charm, feeling flush as his own comical reaction to her beauty made things much more obvious. He seemed captivated, utterly in elation with her appeal as he stared deep while the ruby eyes went on to extend her charisma and her aura toward her. It seemed to be working, which only fueled Jasmine to go further with her experiment as the euphoria of power made her forget the situation a little.
"You are completely enamored, so happy to have me as your mistress, for you to serve me as was your deepest, greatest wish~" Jasmine continued, going all-in as she presented her body with one hand, her fingers brushing against her cleavage, her midriff and circling her navel while she winked, deep crimson pulsations and spirals escaping from the snake staff and sent toward the genie's way as his mouth began to slacken. That pattern erupted in his eyes as she saw that he was being put under a trance, one that went fast and deep in a way that felt most satisfactory to her as the lamp rested at her feet now, making it so the induction was the prime thing she focused upon. "Well then I am here to grant that special wish for you...allowing you to do me favors, to please me by becoming my slave and protector for as long as we both want...and you want it to be a long time...maybe forever?"
It was too easy, making Jasmine chuckle and smile in a way that felt almost cruel, yet it was clear now that she possessed the power to even enslave and hypnotize a genie now, which was a testament to a wish well-spent. The blue buffoon seemed to want to resist, yet the dumb grin and the spiraling eyes along with his limp blissful stance indicated that he was very close to surrendering, to succumbing to his trance as she got closer, placing a sole finger beneath the cosmically-attuned being, settling up her gaze on his.
"In fact, this was no wish of mine but secretly a favor I did for you, as you wanted to be seduced, hypnotized and claimed by a powerful, beautiful woman like me...so really you owe me for making this a reality, wouldn't you say?" Jasmine continued, pressing her advantage as she moved the snake staff closer to the side of her face, allowing its brilliance to stun the genie even further as there was no way he would resist even further as seemed to be melting both physically and mentally. He was believing every words, making them come true as he was convinced of the veracity of all that she had told him, making it so he went below her with spiral in his eyes, a big jolly smile on his face while clasping his palms forward.
"Of course, my most beautiful mistress...I am but your humble servant and I know for a fact that you would only be pleased with my complete and absolute devotion," the genie said, completely overtaken as he handed his lamp over to her, bowing as if unworthy to even gaze upon the magnificence of his owner. "Until I am worthy to grant your wishes, I shall endeavor to serve and prove myself to your radiance, my most delightful and divine mistress."
Thus she had gained a most powerful ally as Jasmine could never have foreseen to be this successful in her endeavor, especially not after having been so ambitious. For a moment she truly thought her death was a foregone conclusion, yet now she had insofar accomplished her goal as with her power and that of her servant, nothing could stop her. As she gazed beyond the genie while picking up his lamp, she saw that both Jafar and Aladdin had been staring all this time, the power of the snake staff certainly doing its job magnificently as the thief sported the same look as the genie, while the large cobra that was Jafar had a similar gaze, albeit his smile was a touch more sinister-looking due to his form. They both had been a thorn in her side, though also instrumental in her victory as the commoner-turned-princess knew how to best respond to their actions.
"Both of you on your knees, in your regular forms," Jasmine asked as she looked at them both obeying instantly, their own enthrallment ongoing for much longer than that of the genie as they went fast upon their knees, on the floor. Jafar turned back into his pitiful self while Aladdin gazed at Jasmine as if she was a goddess, something that was not unpleasant in the slightest for her as she smirked. "Now you each have done your part...but also went on to think too deeply as to what you think I wanted as opposed to asking guidance from your mistress. However...one of you has decidedly been better than the other as far as I'm concerned. Aladdin...come closer."
The thief had all but forgotten his own ambition now, the mere nearness of Jasmine awakening his subservience, his addiction to her intoxicating presence and beauty as he could not help but smile, drooling while gazing upon her magnificence. He was aroused, mindless, powerless...completely subjugated as he awaited for instructions, for roles to play, for commands to be acted upon as he gazed upward while she towered over him as befit her status as his mistress.
"You have tried to become my equal, which is a foolish notion...but you also went on to save me in the end and for that you will have a special place at my side as my servant," Jasmine said, approaching him as she nearly pressed her midriff against his face, letting him smell her perfume and bask upon the allure of that simple part of her, one she had used so often to hypnotize clients back in the days. Right now she did not even need to move it, her navel and hips already draining his spirit in the most delightful way, Aladdin staring cross-eyed as if trying to look as deeply as possible within her belly button. This made her laugh as she rolled her stomach a few times, causing him to sigh in pure elation as she had a special role in mind for him. "As such, I will let you worship my navel and belly, to love it whenever I tell you to as it shall become your world from now on, a gift from your mistress. Now, thank me while doing your duty~"
"Thank you, my most wonderful of mistress!" Aladdin said as he debased himself, his own vision of his worth lower as he accepted being her servant, her toy as his own elation to her navel grew as per her command. Her words shaped his perceptions, his world, and as such he belonged to her midriff as he kissed and licked, moaning and enjoying this to the peak of sensual ecstasy as he felt like he'd be melting at this point.
"Very good...now enough, for I need to speak to your brother in servitude. Come forth, Jafar," she said, her tone a little more stern as Jafar crawled toward her, his once proud disposition, his cruel little expression and stance were shattered into that of a man filled with shame. She enjoyed this side of him, having indeed been the one to shape him up in this role and yet he went too far with it, which was partly her fault although he almost did kill her which she took affront to. "You tried to claim me, to own me and you are mistaken...this is the other way around and nothing else. I own you, I am the one who you should please as I already please you by controlling you, hypnotizing you, allowing your person to be near me. Now get on all four and apologize by kissing my feet and slippers, slave."
Jafar did as he was told, moving into a position that one such as him, a vizier, would never be seen in were it not for the total control Jasmine had over him. "I am deeply sorry, my mistress," he said, kissing her feet in pure reverence and regret, this act somehow still feeling both good and bad as he did do as he was commanded, which was all he wanted to do since the beginning. All of the power he gained from the genie was worthless now and although he could easily crush Jasmine with it...his will not up to the task anymore as he could only obey and worship the princess now and forevermore.
As she moved away from Jafar and bade him to take a step back with an off-hand gesture, Jasmine knew that she had a trio of servants now, ready to debase themselves and do everything in their power to provide her with whatever she'd need or want as a brilliant idea then came to mind as a smug grin appeared on her face as she witnessed those two and thought of a brilliant new role for them, something much more useful and adaptable. "Jafar...Aladdin...I want you to look into the snake staff for me," she commanded, moving the object forward and basking them in its power which magnified her own. As they stared deeply and lost themselves further, drooling and helpless before whatever she would say, nothing else save their mistress and her object of power remained in their senses as they were receptive to the fullest to whatever would be explained to them. Their animosity toward another, their ambitions, their own needs...irrelevant before their mistress and her wonderful, blissful power of persuasion. "Think only of me, dream of my beauty and might...and listen to my voice and words very carefully."
Thus they did, memories of their many inductions recalled and playing as illusions passing before their eyes, projected by their mind and soul as each of these men were but a shadow of what they once were, of what they could have been. They stared at a phantom dancing Jasmine, the princess seducing them and charming them into listening to her plea, to her suggestions. She rolled and swayed her hips, her chest sometimes shaking and her hair swishing as each of those visions dug them deeper into complacency and acceptance as the snake staff drained them of rebellion, resistance or any sense of personal willpower they could have possessed. This induction was not on the same level as those prior, enhancing them to a whole new height as they were messy, relaxed and limping as they struggled to keep themselves steady upon such waves of relaxation and delight.
"You two shall use one wish each to become genies for me...thus becoming my eternal servants," Jasmine commanded, this singular demand being of gravitas and yet she said it so simply, so directly that neither of those men could deny her this request. They lived to please or to make amend as their subconscious drank it all up and accepted this premise, understanding that they would not dare disobey their amazing owner of everything that they were and could be. "Aladdin, you will be able to become eternally mine while Jafar, you will be able to gain my good graces and use your power to my liking. Now grab the lamp and make it so for me."
Aladdin could recall that he had promised the genie that he'd free him with his third wish...yet now he couldn't as his mistress told him otherwise. The street rat understood, however, so did the genie as they would be together in servitude, in being in the sublime presence of the divine Jasmine and be granted the privilege of protecting, serving and doing all that they could for her well-being. As Aladdin claimed the lamp and spoke his last wish, the genie obeyed as a new receptacle was summoned and began to suck him up as magic invested his body. Already feeling himself weak and compliant, a servant to Jasmine's navel, his own vision of himself fed this newfound appearance as he began to lose much of his musculature in favor of a girlish outlook, a slightly curvaceous look for the once-thief.
His skin began to turn green as his hips became boyish, his features softer and his vestments a touch more regal with a sash of red above a purple tail which acted as pantaloons. Golden cuffs around his wrists, his open vest turning red as well and much fancier-looking as the spiral eyes were still present, as did his smile as his handsome qualities turned into a supernatural appeal which Jasmine was certainly not against. His skin looked luscious and smooth, his masculine appearance only slight in favor of androgyny as the genie was sucked inside a wonderful brass bottle which placed itself at Jasmine's side.
Next was Jafar, the proud and distinguished vizier having being turned into a criminal and cruel shadow of his past self, yet now diminished even further...and enjoying it. His own elation with Jasmine had grown to lengths that could only be called delirious, so many inductions playing with his emotions and perceptions. His power was hers to harness though as he wished for the same thing as his brother in slavery and it all turned inward by changing his appearance as well to match his own outlook yet also her own desires, a mixture between both.
A black lamp popped up and sent smoke toward Jafar as he grew to new heights, his skin turning volcanic and muscular with crimson shades that heavily suggested power beyond control...and yet those spirals kept it all in check as he gained youth and vigor, not something that displeased Jasmine at all as she certainly did not want an old and creepy man as her close servant. Even though he towered above them all, he was sucked in while he bowed to Jasmine, a silent pledge and promise to be all that he could and more for her as the black lamp rested at her feet as the genie was absorbed inside.
With the other genie being summoned back inside his own golden lamp, Jasmine now had three genies, with the possibility to claim even more as she knew how to obtain perhaps a veritable harem of highly-powered and immortal servants now. Each one of them would do anything, bend reality to her whims should she say so as she went to the throne room and sat down, no longer content to be merely the princess as her work was not yet over. She smiled upon her achievement as a new dawn would rise upon Agrabah...for better or worse.
Having done her work with dignitaries from other regions, sultanates and kingdoms, Jasmine sealed their alliance in the most favorable of terms as her every demands were met with approval. None knew of how she accomplished such a feat, the populace certainly unaware of the entire truth behind their sultana and yet they could not deny the results as she rose their quality of life significantly after disposing of Jafar and taking the reins after the mysterious disappearance of her father. The miracles she was known for were numerous and unbelievable, yet they occurred all the same as she ruled for generations upon generations. She cemented progress and ever prioritized her people and her own needs above all else as she was as magnificent as she could be cruel to those who got in her way. She had power far beyond the comprehension of mortals or common folks, yet none could ever hate her as she was a wonderful being all the same. Bliss and dread mixed in to create a paradise of many shadows within Agrabah...
All thanks to their eternal ruler, Jasmine the great and eternal sultana.