Hi everybody, thanks for the reviews. They did help a bit. Like I said though, this is my first story like this so there's going to be some mistakes. Anyhow, here's chapter 3 and by the way, it's about twice as long as the first two. I'm trying to make good use of its 'M' rating. Please R&R!
Jasmine woke in her own room, in her own bed. Last night memories were still fresh in her mind. She still didn't understand why Aladdin would have done such a thing. All she knew was she couldn't face him today, no matter what. She leaned into her pillow and had another good cry. She was wiping away the last tears when someone knocked on her door.
"Breakfast time," A familiar, friendly voice rang out. "Permission to enter the room?" Jasmine cleared the final tear, then called, "Come on in Genie."
Genie, carrying a breakfast tray, walked through the doorway, and presented her the tray. "It's a breakfast fit for a king," he proclaimed. "Or, a princess!"
"Thank you Genie that was very thoughtful." She took the tray and took a bite of the food.
"Eat up, Jas, Al's got a big day planned!" Jasmine began to choke. "Uh-oh!" Genie transformed immediately into a doctor. He reached down Jasmine's throat, and nabbed the piece of food that had made her choke. "There, are you all right?"
"Actually, Genie, I'm feeling a little sick today. Genie looked sad. "It's not the food!" she said quickly. "It's um, uh, a girl thing." She lied.
"Do you think you'll be better later?"
"Actually Genie, this usually lasts for about 3 days." She informed him.
"Gee, that's too bad. I'd better go tell Al you can't come."
"Okay, but thanks again for breakfast. I think I can eat it without choking now." She smiled.
"Well, if you need anything," Genie turned into an almost perfect, yet blue, replica of Jiminy Cricket, "Just give and little whistle." He sang. He whistled and walked out the door, closing it behind him.
"She can't go today?" Aladdin sounded disappointed. "But, the whole day's about her. We can't go without her." He thought for a minute. "Hey, Genie, can you help make her feel better?"
Genie instantly brightened. "Why didn't I think of that? I'll go check now." He flew off then to go see Jasmine.
He knocked on Jasmine's door. "Who is it?" she called.
Genie let out a high pitched whistle.
"Come on in Genie." She told him.
"Hi again Jas. Al was disappointed that you couldn't come today, so he sent me to see if I could help you feel better."
"That's sweet, but I don't really think…."
"Okay, we'll have you feeling good in no time!" Genie pointed at her with one big blue finger, and Jasmine felt a warm energy surround her. Surprisingly, she did feel better-a little anyhow. But she still didn't feel much like facing her boyfriend.
"Feel any better?" Genie wondered.
"A little." She admitted.
"Great!" Genie picked her up carefully, and took her outside.
Everyone was waiting for them when they arrived, Iago, Abu, and of course, Aladdin. Genie let Jasmine down gently. "All right!" Al said, walking over to them. "Are you feeling O.K., Jasmine?
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"I'm okay." She told them, although looking at Al had made her feel queasy all over again.
"Well then, let's get going!" the parrot squawked.
Though she hadn't wanted to leave the palace that day, or face her boyfriend, even she had to admit the day had been fun. Now all she had to do was make her way to her room, collapse onto her bed, and dream about the day's happy events.
Maybe she could just forget the previous night. Perhaps it had all been just a very vivid dream- uh, nightmare. Yes, a nightmare. Only a bad dream she would never have again.
Jasmine sighed as she fell unto her billowy bed. Soon, her eyes began to close and she drifted into a dreamless slumber.
When she awoke only a few hours later, she was not in her room. She recognized the place from last night's "nightmare". "Not again!" she said aloud.
"Oh, yes, again," Came Al's voice from the doorway. The cloud again sat her softly on the bed. "I can't get enough of you." He began to walk slowly toward her, undressing as he did so. A wave of his hand, and she found herself naked as well.
"We're NOT doing this tonight!" she told him, her voice breaking as she spoke.
Jafar looked at her and laughed. "Oh, yes we are!" he said, shoving her down as he'd done the night before. "And you're going to like it!"
"No!" Jasmine screamed. "WE ARE NOT!" But, Jafar was already beginning.
"STOP IT!" Jasmine yelled. "What happened to you? You were so kind and caring today." Tears began to flow as she spoke to him. "It's like you're a completely different person.
"Maybe," he said, looking into her eyes, "I am.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, staring back at him. "Just let me go!" she began to struggle.
Jafar didn't like it when his partner struggled. "HOLD STILL YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he hollered at her.
Jasmine was taken aback. He'd never called her that before! Thinking back, he'd never raised his voice to her either. How could he change into a different person so suddenly? She continued to struggle, trying to free herself from his grasp.
This only succeeded in making Jafar angrier. "I SAID, HOLD STILL!" he yelled, then slapped her hard against her face. He also began to get rougher.
Jasmine screamed again. "AND SHUT UP!" Jafar growled. Jasmine only sobbed harder.
This time, when she felt the warm stuff inside her, the cloud did not return. Instead, with a wave of his hand, "Al" sent her to the far wall of the room, and bound her ankles and wrists with heavy metal shackles attached to the wall. He did not redress her.
He walked over to her calmly, and evil smirk across his face. A whip appeared in his hand. "Poor Jasmine. Now, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. And the lesson is this!" He cracked the whip and it produced an earsplitting sound.
Jasmine looked down and realized her arm was bleeding. Then she felt the pain. "AAAHHHH!" She screamed.
This sound was louder than before, Jafar realized. He liked it. He hit her again, another scream. Then a third time. "Have you had enough?" Jafar asked. Jasmine glared at him. Another four cracks sounded. "I trust you will obey your master now, princess." He sneered.
Jasmine was un-shackled and brought back to the bed "I don't believe we were through, were we?"
Jasmine said nothing. She was unshackled and brought to the bed again. He shoved her down once more. "Perhaps if we made the game more interesting…" he mused. He slowly began to touch every available surface of her body. He paused when he reached the breasts. He let his fingers wander to the nipples. "Here, I believe…" He pinched them as hard as his fingers would allow.
Though Jasmine tried hard not to scream, a loud noise escaped her lips. Fear flashed in her eyes as she glimpsed the rage on her boyfriend's face. Jafar again slapped her. "You will learn to obey me without question!" he told her. Then, he put his head down, and started suckling.
Jasmine winced. She had to find a way to stop this. For now though, she was trapped. She didn't know how long it would continue either until she was free. One thing was for certain: tomorrow, she was breaking up with him. She would never have to see his face again.
Yet another slap brought her back to reality. "I said, your turn!" Jasmine froze. "I-I can't!" she gasped, horrified. Jafar pulled her head down, between his legs. "DO IT!" he screeched. Jasmine could see she had no choice. She gulped. Slowly, she lowered her head, and began kissing him.
Jafar was delighted. She was finally learning her place. 'I'll have her trained by the week's end!' He thought gleefully. 'And night after night, she'll have nothing better to do than pleasure me!
After a few minutes, Jasmine felt the warm substance in her mouth. She moved to spit it out. Jafar stopped her. "Swallow it." She shook her head. He placed his hand over her mouth. "SWALLOW IT!" he commanded.
Jasmine grudgingly did as she was told. Once the stuff slid down her throat, she whispered, "I hate you!"
Another slap met her face. "You will learn to adore me without question, princess! I AM YOUR MASTER!"
"NO!" YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME! She screamed. "Not anymore!"
"Apparently, you need another lesson." Jasmine found herself floating through the air again toward the wall.