JAFAR'S KINGDOM: An Aladdin fanfiction by shadowgirl999
What if Jafar won the battle and kept Jasmine as his permanent slave girl? Rated M for nudity, torture, violence, non-con and rape. Adults only.
Jasmine watched helplessly from inside the giant hourglass, sand coming up to her breasts and filling the red harem girl costume she wore as she saw Aladdin surfing on a giant ruby before pulling a bootleg turn by grabbing a pillar in the palace as Jafar's cobra form smashed through the palace wall, just barely missing him. She cheered for Aladdin as he jumped onto the sorcerer and stabbed him with the saber, her voice muffled by the sealed glass as the young thief grabbed a big stick and ran towards the hourglass, the sand almost reaching her lovely lips.
"Jasmine, hang on!" he shouted as he readied the stick to smash the glass and release the princess.
Suddenly, Jafar's cobra form grabbed him in his huge coils, squeezing him tightly. Jasmine yelped as she stood on her toes, struggling to keep her head above the sand.
"Little fool!" Jafar shouted; his voice muffled through the glass. "You thought you could defeat the most powerful being on Earth?!"
Jasmine inhaled deeply, trying to avoid suffocating in the sand as she saw the Genie smack Iago off the cobra throne. She felt the sand permeating every inch of her body, into her intimate crevices and forbidden areas.
"Without the genie, boy, you're nothing!" Jafar yelled as he squeezed tighter, a cracking sound making itself known as Aladdin tried to choke out a few words to no avail, coughing blood as his organs were crushed.
Jasmine screamed and then inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with air as the sand reached past her lovely lips. She watched with tearful eyes as Aladdin's body fell limp in the cobra's clutches, blood running down his chin.
"Al…!" The Genie said, horrified at the sight of his friend's pain.
Jasmine's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, sobbing at the sight of her lover's lifeless body. The sand reached past her mouth, suffocating her as Jafar smiled at her, holding Aladdin's corpse in his coils.
"The street rat is dead, princess." Jafar said with a smirk as he uncoiled his snake form, letting Aladdin's lifeless corpse drop to the ground.
Jasmine screamed in anguish as she saw him, spine shattered, neck cracked with a bone protruding from the throat, ribs jabbed through the skin covering them, both legs twisted so badly they could never be reset. Aladdin breathed his last breath as he saw her beautiful form in the nearly-full bottom half of the hourglass, her lovely eyes rolling back as she was deprived of air.
"I love you…princess Jasmine…" he croaked before he fell in a heap, dead and bloodied.
Jasmine nearly passed out when suddenly, the hourglass and sand vanished around her, leaving her on the throne room floor. She was still covered in sand and coughed and choked madly, expelling the grains of silicon from her throat as she accidentally inhaled some more from the cloud of sand around her. Jasmine fell to her hands and knees in anguish, sobbing uncontrollably as Jafar stood above her in his snake form and cackled maniacally, his reflection visible in the gold cobra throne and piles of gold and jewels around him.
"So long, street rat." Jafar said as he kicked Aladdin's corpse and held the brass lamp in his hands. "Princess, you have displeased me greatly by trying to steal this lamp from your lord and master. You must be punished."
Jasmine watched as the lamp dangled from his bony fingers, coughing sand from his throat and sneezing it out of her nostrils. she winced as he cupped her chin with his left hand, smirking as the princess knelt before him with a mouth full of sand.
"Mmpphh…" she said as she pointed to her mouth.
"What was that, pussycat?" Jafar asked with a smirk as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.
Jasmine spat the sand into Jafar's eyes, making him wince as she grabbed the lamp from his hands, coughing as she struggled to speak.
"I wish that Jafar-!" She started before a bolt of energy hit her, shocking her and making her scream and drop the lamp as lightning hit every inch of her body.
Jasmine had never been in such pain in her life, and the shocks to her skin made her unable to form coherent words, instead screaming madly in pain.
"You betraying whore!" Jafar shouted as he snapped his fingers, making her writhe in agony in midair. "You dare try to cross the most powerful sorcerer in the universe?!"
Jasmine screamed again, convulsing in midair as she felt a punch to her belly from Jafar's fist. She doubled over in pain as she fell to the ground, her skimpy slave girl costume providing no protection from his hand.
"You must be punished." Jafar said as he snapped his fingers.
The sultan was suddenly in front of them both, hung from a noose and dangling 100 feet above the ground. Jasmine shrieked at the sight of her father being hung, trying to move towards him.
"Stop it! I'll do anything!" she begged, falling to her knees and clasping her hands together. "By Allah, I'll do anything you want!"
Jafar smirked as the Sultan dangled, his face turning blue as he struggled to slide his fingers into the noose and loosen it.
"Anything, pussycat?" he said with a grin.
Jasmine gulped, shuddering as her harem outfit provided no protection from the cool wind blowing through the palace. Her father looked at her and shook her head as if to say please, don't do it!
"Anything." Jasmine agreed.
"Then in that case…" Jafar said, smirking as he struck the ground with his staff, releasing the Sultan and making him drop harmlessly into a pool of mud. "…take off your clothes. Strip now or he will die in agony."
Jasmine gulped as she obeyed, unclasping her bra top to expose her firm breasts. She then slipped out of her shoes and harem pants, appearing before him exposed as she kept her hands at her sides in defiance. Although she was completely naked, Jasmine refused to cover herself. She had undergone such pain and loss already; her dignity was little price to pay to keep her father alive.
"Very nice…" Jafar said as he drank in the sight of the nude young woman before him. "…do not attempt to steal from me again or there will be consequences."
He snapped his fingers and suddenly, Jasmine felt numb below her wrists, lifting her arms to see what had happened. She gasped in horror as she noticed her hands were gone, leaving nothing but fleshy stumps on her lovely arms.
"I think you know the penalty for stealing among your kingdom, princess." Jafar said with a grin as Iago laughed maniacally.
"No…!" Jasmine yelped as she stood naked and helpless, her lovely hands gone.
The Sultan gasped at the sight of his lovely daughter exposed and handless, a helpless, naked slave girl to a powerful sorcerer.
"Now, you will service me." Jafar commanded as he aimed his staff at her. "Bring me my wine."
Jasmine wondered how she could possibly pick up the wine with no hands, tears streaming down her lovely cheeks. She wiped her eyes with her stumps, her braid rubbing her bare back as she leaned over to the bottle of wine. Jasmine's stumpy arms rubbed helplessly at the wine bottle, nearly knocking it over as Jafar cackled at her humiliation. Jasmine then realized there was only one option and opened her mouth, holding the wine bottle by the neck like she was sucking a penis. Obviously, this was the intention of Jafar's punishment, and she felt horrible doing so.
"Very creative, pussycat." Jafar said with a smile as he took the bottle from her mouth and poured himself some wine. "I think I can find some other uses for that lovely mouth of yours…"
Jasmine shuddered as he drank the wine, then snapped his fingers to make a magnificent feast appear before him. It was a big table filled with roast chicken, suckling pig smothered in grease and butter, fresh apples, grapes, mashed potatoes, buttered corn, bread and fish with fresh dates. It was an enormous amount of food, and Jasmine's stomach grumbled just looking at it.
"Serve your lord his food." Jafar said as he held up a pair of manacle-like devices and clamped them over her stumps.
Jasmine looked down at the devices, sighing in despair. She realized they were a pair of flat serving trays, meant only to hold things but never grasp them herself. such a privilege was not allowed to a sex slave. Jasmine held the trays to the table and carefully slid the corn and suckling pig onto the trays, watching as Jafar magically levitated Aladdin's corpse into the air.
"I think my new throne room requires a new decoration, my desert bloom." Jafar said with a grin as he waved his staff.
He then magically tore the clothes from Aladdin's body, making him as naked as she was and twisting his limbs into a kneeling posture. Jasmine winced as she heard the cracking and popping of his stiff, broken limbs being forced into position. Jafar then turned the naked young man into solid gold, making his corpse stiffen and turn into a perfect statue with a once-living body within it. Jasmine gasped in horror as she saw his body, bare and perfect, kneeling in a submissive position, his ribs poking through the skin where Jafar had shattered them. strange as it may seem, Aladdin had an erection even in death. Jasmine's beauty was such that he had thought of her in his last moments alive and as his muscles stiffened forever, his love for her was prominent.
"What do you think of my new statue, princess?" Jafar asked as Jasmine ran to the gold corpse, her broken heart pounding in her ears.
"No…!" she cried, her heart breaking as she rubbed her stumpy arms on the gold statue. "You're a monster!"
Jasmine charged at Jafar when suddenly, she was frozen in midair, with Jafar looking over her naked body.
"Do not try me again, princess." He said as he groped her buttocks, making her wince at the unwanted touching. "There will be severe consequences."
Jasmine was then released, her tears streaming down her face as she looked longingly at the lamp on Jafar's cobra throne. She then slid her stumps back into the manacles for the serving trays, sniffling in despair as she shakily slid suckling pig onto the tray on her left hand and buttered corn on the right. Jasmine then walked to the table, careful not to spill anything for fear of angering her master. Her father hobbled over to her in his jester's costume, led by his puppet strings.
"Father!" Jasmine said as she looked longingly at him, wishing she could hug him.
"Oh, Jasmine…" he said in fear as Iago yanked his strings upwards.
"Shut up, ya dumb monkey! Here, eat the freakin' crackers!" Iago yelled as he stuffed a talonful of crumbly crackers into the Sultan's mouth.
"Give your lord his food. And from now on, speak only when I command you to." Jafar commanded, looking at her bare breasts as she leaned down to deposit the food. "That's a good pussycat…"
He stroked her breasts as the princess shuddered in disgust at the unwanted touching, standing upright as the food was placed on his plate. Jasmine was hungry, she would admit it. She hadn't eaten all day since her wedding was going to have a lot of food served at it, and as such she was almost starving at the sight of such wonderful food in front of her. Jafar finished his food as she watched longingly, snapping his fingers and motioning towards the table as the apples, grapes and potatoes glowed.
"Bring your lord his food." Jafar commanded. "And don't even try to eat any of it."
Jasmine walked over to the food, sliding the apples, grapes and potatoes onto the trays covering her stumps. She then knelt and slid it onto his plate, watching him eat as he messily chewed and dripped apple juice and potato onto her face. Jasmine glared at him as he flicked an apple core onto her bare breasts, making it bounce off the naked princess's body. Her hunger was growing by the minute, and she knew she was going to starve as long as he wanted her to.
"Now the bread, the fish and dates." Jafar said as he grinned. "And do make it fast."
Jasmine shuddered as she stood up and walked to the table, retrieving the last of Jafar's feast. The mere sight of the food was enough to make her stomach grumble, and she longed to take a big bite out of any piece of it. She slowly deposited the food onto the plate, watching as Jafar ate it before her eyes. Jasmine then waited as Jafar turned around for a second to watch her father being led around by his marionette strings, quickly dipping her face down and taking the dates in her mouth.
"What-?" Jafar snarled, turning to Jasmine suspiciously as the princess quickly closed her mouth and tried her hardest to make her face slim. "What are you up to, my pet?"
Jasmine stayed silent, trying to make herself look servile and submissive by not speaking. Jafar looked suspiciously at her and glared.
"Did you take my food?" he asked, pointing to the plate.
Jasmine shook her head, feigning fearfulness as her reason for not speaking.
"Then where did the dates go?" Jafar asked, glaring into her brown eyes.
Jasmine pointed to the floor, trying to avoid looking him in the eye.
"Clumsy whore…" Jafar grumbled as he leaned down to look under the table.
"That was close…" Jasmine thought as she waited to chew until Jafar had bent down, carefully eating without making a sound.
He then whipped around with one hand, grabbed Jasmine's soft cheeks and squeezed, making the half-chewed dates pop out one by one.
"Liar." Jafar said with a grin, gripping her jaw tightly.
"I'm sorry! I was so hungry!" Jasmine cried, dropping to her knees and begging with her stumped arms.
"If all you are going to use that mouth for is eating my food and then lying about it, then you no longer deserve it." Jafar said with a grin as he touched his staff to her beautiful lips. "Jafar giveth…and Jafar taketh away."
Jasmine tried to scream but couldn't, only making mmmmph noises through her nostrils. The princess looked down and gasped, realizing there was nothing but a soft patch of smooth skin where her lips used to be. Jasmine screamed through her nostrils and throat, horrified at this new punishment. She clawed at her blank patch of skin with her stumpy wrists, tears falling from her eyes.
"Ooh, nice one Jafar!" Iago cackled, making the Sultan dance and grasp his bottom like a fool as Jasmine fell into the pile of purple thread and tassels that used to be the magic carpet. "Take that, girl!"
Jasmine sobbed, tears falling from her eyes as she used her stumps to hold up the threads. She remembered the magical, romantic night she had spent with Aladdin on it, feeling the wonderful sensation of flight, the soft threads catching them as they fell through the clouds, now it was naught but a pile of string. Abu was even worse, a living monkey whom she had found fun and whimsical now nothing but a child's toy monkey with a wind-up key. Jafar had taken all of her friends and her lover from her, and now he was taking her body from her.
"Now, pussycat…sit by my throne." Jafar said, patting the space near his giant cobra throne.
Jasmine obeyed, her mouthless face nodding as she crawled on all fours. Her stumped forearms felt like elephant's hooves, and she felt horrible. The naked princess sat next to him, her lovely black hair framing her youthful face as he caressed her face.
"Dance for me." Jafar commanded, squeezing her neck.
Jasmine was horrified as she climbed to her feet, her naked form exposed for him to see. She started a sensual belly dance, shaking her breasts and hips as the Sultan watched in despair at his daughter, dancing naked for Jafar's pleasure.
"Sheesh, she's got moves like an elephant!" Iago griped as Jafar watched her nude body sway this way and that.
"Perhaps she may, but her form is most delicious with no clothing." Jafar said with a smirk. "Princess!"
Jasmine looked at him as she thrust her breasts forwards, her face red with shame. She covered her bare vulva with her stumps, trying to maintain some dignity despite her humiliation.
"Come with me." Jafar said as he waved towards the balcony.
Jasmine walked towards the balcony with tears in her eyes, the smooth skin where her mouth once was quivering with the jawbones behind it as she heard the distant sounds of crumbling rock and explosions, followed by screams. She looked out over the mountaintop where the Genie had relocated the palace, noting the city below.
"Do you like my work, pussycat?" he said with a grin. "I would not want any to possess anything close to what I own."
Jasmine gasped, or as close as she could come to gasping with no mouth, at the sight below her. The entire village had been decimated. There was nothing now, no mansions of the rich nor hovels of the poor. All that was left was crumbling rocks and scraps of material, with people screaming and running for cover from lightning bolts from the ongoing storm.
"Isn't it just magnificent?" Jafar said with a smirk. "They will never again live in anything more than a shack! PEOPLE OF AGRABAH!"
The entire city screamed in one voice as a huge image of Jafar's face appeared in the skies, leering at the people like ants in an ant farm.
"YOUR NEW GOD HAS SPOKEN! YOUR HOMES WILL NEVER AGAIN BE ANYTHING MORE THAN SCRAPS, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO PRIVACY, LUXURY OR EVEN SECURITY!" Jafar shouted over the sound of the storms, making children shriek and hide behind their mothers. "YOUR ONLY LUXURIES WILL BE TO LIVE AND SERVE MY WHIM! YOUR JOBS WILL BE CLEARING THIS RUBBLE AND USING IT TO BUILD STATUES TO MY GLORY! TAXES WILL BE DUE TODAY, SEEING AS IT IS THE END OF THE SEASON, 99% OF THE DAY'S TAKE!"
Jasmine would have gasped if she had a mouth, this was so horrible. Leaving them with 1% of their income would leave the entire population completely destitute! Not to mention that 99% of any income they would make would be taken from them every year, leaving them working all year long for nothing but serving Jafar's gigantic ego.
"ANY WHO REBEL AGAINST ME…WILL BE DEALT WITH." Jafar shouted as he shot lightning bolts at the last building left standing, destroying it with his magic.
Jasmine sobbed as she realized this was Aladdin's old home, the beat-up apartment he had shown her what seemed like a million years ago. Seeing her lover's home destroyed forever broke her heart almost as much as seeing him turned into solid gold, and she glanced over at his naked, statuesque form in despair.
"Look at me, my desert flower." Jafar said with a grin as he cupped her chin with his snake staff. "Don't you want to rule the world at my side?"
Jasmine turned away, standing up and walking towards the window as her eyes dripped salty tears. She saw the Sultan being made to scratch his armpits and bumble around like the world's biggest fool as Iago shoved more crackers down his throat, making him choke on the crumbly treats.
"Oh, you'll get used to servicing your lord and master." Jafar said as he loomed over her smaller form, inhaling the scent of her lovely hair and groping her hips and breasts in his hands. "Just give it some time. Speaking of which…"
Jafar undressed before Jasmine's eyes, making her blush as he made a bathtub appear out of thin air which he then stepped into. He then created a pair of waterproof sponge gloves and slid them over the princess's stumps, rubbing them in soap.
"Scrub your lord's body." He commanded as Jasmine soaped up the brushes and scrubbed his naked form. "And do be sure to reach…everywhere."
Jasmine flushed red with shame as she scrubbed Jafar, making dirt slide from his skin. She looked away as his erection became prominent to her eyes, obviously from having a beautiful woman scrub him in a tub while she herself is completely nude. Jasmine looked at Aladdin's naked, golden form, curiously staring at his mouth.
"Having some thoughts, princess?" Jafar said, startling Jasmine as she jumped slightly. "I did indeed leave the streetrat alive, and oh, the agony he is in right now! It's delicious!"
Jasmine's eyes widened, horrified at the notion of Aladdin being still conscious in that statue, aware of what was happening to her and what had happened to him but unable to escape the agonizing pain he was in for all eternity. She couldn't fathom the cruelty of Jafar to do such a thing and wished she could do something about it.
"Wait…wish!" she thought to herself as she looked at the throne.
The lamp was still on the armrest, next to his cobra staff. Sure, Jasmine had no hands and no mouth, but if she could get his staff in her arms she could at least hypnotize him and put him in a trance. That could distract him enough to get the lamp to her father and then…
"Clean deeper, pussycat." Jafar said with a smirk as he motioned towards his pelvis. "And do be thorough."
Jasmine moaned as she leaned down with her sponge gloves, scrubbing his waist with the gloves. She then reached to his thick manhood, disgusted at having to touch it.
"That's the spot…" Jafar said with a grin. "…perhaps I should give you your mouth back to service me as I deserve…"
Jasmine then punched his testicles, splashing water into his eyes and making him yelp in pain before she turned over the entire tub, splashing water everywhere and making it flip onto him like a tortoise's shell. The princess ran to the throne and grabbed at the lamp with her stumps, clutching it carefully before throwing it towards her father whose puppet strings were leading him close. She then flipped the cobra staff towards Jafar, hitting him in the head and making him wobble dizzily as the Sultan grabbed the lamp.
"I wish…!" the sultan started to say before Iago flew into his face and smacked him with his wings, making him sputter as the bird grabbed the lamp and threw it onto the throne.
"You old fool!" Jafar yelled as he grabbed his staff and aimed it at the Sultan, making a burst of magic surround him. "You will pay dearly for this!"
Jasmine silently begged on her knees, motioning towards herself with her stumps as if to say punish me instead! But Jafar only grinned.
"Oh, princess. Your punishment will come soon enough." Jafar said as he made the Sultan hover in the air. "But first, your foolish father…"
The Sultan was surrounded in a red glow of magic, then with a blink of brilliant light, his skin wrinkled up and collapsed in a heap, now a lifeless bag of flesh. Jasmine tried to scream, but with no mouth all she could do was moan with her throat. She sobbed as tears fell down her cheeks, seeing her father's lifeless skin before her.
"As for your part in it…" Jafar said as he waved his staff at her. "…let's see how fast you'll be now, princess!"
Jasmine felt a numbness in her ankles, looking behind her and realizing in horror her feet were gone, leaving nothing but fleshy stumps near her ankles. She flopped down on the ground, her breasts cushioning her fall. Jasmine tried to stand but realized it was impossible to do so. She crawled like a baby, naked and dismembered before her lord.
"Come to my throne." Jafar commanded, glaring at her as she tried to crawl.
Jasmine sobbed, moving towards the throne with her stumpy ankles and wrists. She felt like an animal, naked and humiliated, and now with her limbs useless she was helpless before him. She had no choice but to obey.
"You have been most naughty, my flower." Jafar said, cupping her chin with his hand. "How can you be so defiant with no mouth, feet or hands?"
Jasmine then waited for him to bend over, whipping him with her forearms and kicking him with her forelegs, quickly grabbing at the lamp as it fell from the throne. She was desperate for anything, any slightest chance of freedom before more was taken from her…
"No!" Jafar shouted as he kicked her in the belly, making her scream silently as she rolled over and a beam of magic came from his staff. "How many times do I have to punish you, girl?!"
Jasmine felt absolute numbness now, with no feeling at all in her limbs. She tried to get on all fours, only to realize she couldn't feel her arms or legs anymore. Jasmine looked down and gasped in shock and horror as she realized she was nothing but a torso and a head, her nude form exposed since she was flat on her back like an overturned tortoise.
"Well, this could be a perfect opportunity to teach you a lesson, princess." Jafar said with a grin as he snapped his fingers. "You could say it's a soft punishment comparatively, I suppose."
Jasmine felt a soft padding under her rear, feeling a strange sensation around her crotch. She gasped as she noticed a humungous, padded diaper and rubber pants wrapped around her crotch, leaving her diapered up and helpless. Jasmine was then lifted into a magical stroller, strapped into place with a bonnet over her lovely head.
"Now, let's go for a little stroll." Jafar said with a grin as he pushed Jasmine's diapered, dismembered body through the halls of the palace. "Time to survey my kingdom and collect the taxes."
Jasmine gasped as the stroller went out the doors and onto the mountains, being pushed along as Jafar was walking on air. She couldn't do anything but sit there and be pushed along, naked but for a diaper and bonnet as her limbs and even her mouth was gone. Jasmine was utterly ashamed of her predicament, humiliated beyond measure as she was pushed along the wreckage that used to be the city she once knew.
"Taxes, if you please." Jafar said with a grin as the first family they passed stared in horror at Jasmine's naked, diapered form. "And make it quick, I don't have all day."
The family stared at Jasmine, making her look away in shame as her bonnet hid her lovely face. Her limbless form, clad only in a diaper and rubber pants, felt like a sack of potatoes. Jasmine was then wheeled around the town as the family consisting of two children and a father desperately tried to construct some form of hovel, only to have it demolished by Jafar.
"Double taxes for trying to disobey me!" he commanded, slamming his staff on the ground.
The father of the family shakily handed him a huge bag containing his money, gulping in fear as the daughter clung to his leg in terror.
"Take it, please. Just don't hurt my family!" he pleaded, wrapping his arms around his daughter, who was a terrified 14-year-old with black pigtails.
"Ah, such a lovely girl." Jafar said with a grin as he leered at the girl before him. "Perhaps I will take payment in her as well."
"Please, don't!" the father said as Jafar grinned and aimed his staff at him.
"You defy me?" Jafar asked with a smirk.
"Please, don't hurt him!" the girl shouted as she walked towards Jafar. "It's okay, dad. I'll be fine."
"No…!" the father said as his younger daughter hugged him. "Not her…!"
"What is your name, pretty one?" Jafar asked with a smirk as Jasmine felt her stomach lurch in disgust.
To think he would take advantage of a child…! She hated him even more than before as she struggled in her stroller and diaper, her rubber pants squeaking as she moved.
"Saphira." The girl answered, obviously scared.
"Undress, Saphira." Jafar commanded, aiming his staff at her.
Saphira slowly took off her clothes, obviously ashamed at doing so. Once naked, she shyly looked at Jasmine for comfort, the enslaved princess struggling in her stroller and diaper. Jasmine was only 2 years older than this girl, and seeing such an innocent teenager being forced to strip in public was horrifying.
"Very well developed, you have invested in her well." Jafar said as he took Saphira by the hand and hauled the bag of money over his shoulder. "Taxes will be doubled next year; I don't care if you have to sell everything you own but if you don't…let's just say the dungeons will be paradise compared to what I will do to you."
The village was a source of silent fear as the sorcerer disappeared with a puff of smoke, taking Jasmine and Saphira with him. They reappeared in the palace, with Genie sadly standing by as the naked teenager and Jasmine, limbless and mouthless in her stroller and baby clothing rolled past him. The princess felt an unwelcome wetness in her diaper as she groaned, squeezing her colon to release her solid waste. Jasmine sobbed as Saphira tugged Jafar's robe.
"What is it, girl?" he asked.
"Jasmine needs her diaper changed." The naked girl said as Jasmine shook her head.
Jafar's eyes lit up as he snapped his fingers, making a changing table appear before him and Jasmine's limbless body hovered onto it, flat on her back. Jasmine moaned as her rubber pants and diaper were undone, then her crotch rubbed clean with foul-smelling medicinal rub before being powdered up and rubbed with diaper cream before a clean diaper was strapped over her crotch.
"Now princess, do you want your limbs back?" Jafar asked with a grin as he stroked her helpless, infantile body.
Jasmine nodded, utterly ashamed and horrified at her predicament. She couldn't bear another moment like this, not in such a helpless state.
"Will you disobey me again?" he asked.
Jasmine shook her head.
"Will you follow orders no questions asked, like a real slave?"
Jasmine nodded, desperately wishing her limbs were back.
"Good." Jafar said as he snapped his fingers.
In an instant, Jasmine was back to normal, all four limbs back where they should be. She looked down and realized her red harem girl costume was back on her body, bereft of underwear beneath her see-through fabric, of course.
"Now, it is time for bed." Jafar said as he smirked. "Follow me."
Jasmine quickly followed to the bedroom, staring in horror as the Genie and Rajah followed. She was placed on the bed naked, shuddering in fear at her purpose of being in such a position.
"Saphira! Bring me the potions." Jafar commanded as Jasmine looked towards the beads covering the doorway.
Saphira walked into the bedroom, and Jasmine gasped at the sight of her. She was holding a tray of potions and wearing only a small red loincloth and a bandeau around her barely-formed breasts, with wristbands of gold and gold slippers. Her hair was done up in cute pigtails, and Jasmine hated the look Jafar gave her. She couldn't believe that even he would force a child to wear such a revealing and distasteful clothing, and Jasmine especially didn't like that there were no underthings with the girl's loincloth.
"That's a good girl." Jafar said with a grin as he patted her head and took the potions from her tray. "Now run along to the cage and stay there."
The girl turned around as a cage appeared behind her, with only a small bedroll for her to lay on. Jasmine gasped as the cage was locked behind her, leaving the enslaved girl locked in. Jafar then lay Jasmine's naked body on the bed and bound her limbs with magic, spreading them wide apart to keep her immobile as a muzzle was formed over her mouth.
"Now, for our consummation…" Jafar said as he undressed, dropping his robes before her.
Jasmine moaned in terror as she saw his naked body exposed before her, his manhood erect at the sight of her nude form. She saw Saphira look away in shame only to have her head forced in the other direction with magic.
"Watch your lord, Saphira." He commanded, snapping his fingers to force her eyes open. "In fact…genie!"
The Genie appeared, reluctantly bowing before him.
"Yes, master?" he asked, sighing.
"For my final wish…I wish for the palace to be enchanted so that all women who enter it will be magically aged to age 25 and stay that age forever, making them immortal." Jafar said, smirking evilly.
The Genie reluctantly snapped his fingers as magic washed over the palace, and Jasmine felt a strange sensation over her body. She gasped as she looked down at herself and saw her breasts expanding, hips widening and legs growing. Jasmine gasped as she saw a full bush of pubic hair between her thighs and a prominent vulva, and looked in horror at Saphira as she was the same age, her black hair done up in a long braid. The cage she was in was now barely large enough for her to crawl in, and she was stuck in it like a dog.
"Saphira, hold our clothing while I claim my princess. Your time will come later…" Jafar said as he took the lamp and created a safe around it, permanently locking it inside. "…now princess, time for your deflowering."
Jasmine struggled and moaned into her muzzle as Jafar mounted her, his manhood plunging deep into her virgin pussy. She screamed and moaned, bucking back and forth as he raped her. Jasmine screamed, the pain between her thighs too much to bear as she felt her body tightening around his huge manhood. Jafar only thrusted harder and harder, plunging deeper and deeper as she felt him prodding the barrier of her maidenhood.
"Take it!" he commanded as Jasmine screamed into the muzzle, making her moan as he thrust deeper, shattering her hymen with one hard jab.
Jasmine moaned in unwanted pleasure as she felt blood dripping down her thighs, noting that it meant her virginity was now gone, stolen from her forever. She gasped and grunted as Jafar plunged into her, making her flush red with shame as she had an orgasm against her will, nearly passing out as Jafar finished inside of her.
"That…was…exquisite, princess." Jafar said as he unbound her and unlocked Saphira's cage. "Now, watch as I take this girl's maidenhood as well."
Jasmine didn't even move, instead laying there and watching on her side as the girl struggled and screamed. She struggled as Jafar raped her, leaving the bed stained with blood and cum from them both. Saphira screamed as she was left naked on the bed, cuddling up with Jasmine as Jafar grunted and slid off the bed, opening a closet.
"I think you girls deserve some new clothing to show your true places." He said as he held up the outfits. "What do you say?"
Jasmine and Saphira looked at the costumes in horror, gulping as they stood up from the bed and leaked cum and blood from their no-longer-virgin vaginas. The outfits were nothing more than tiny red miniskirts with no panties, a pair of pasties for their nipples, and collars around their necks rather than the manacles Jasmine had previously been bound with. The outfits left nothing at all to the imagination and that was likely the purpose.
"Thank you, master." They said in unison as they accepted the costumes and put them on.
The outfits resembled cheerleader costumes, and that was likely the purpose. Jasmine and Saphira shyly smoothed their skirts and found that they kept fluffing up to reveal their vulvas, both fully visible and covered in hair from their aging up.
"Good girls." Jafar said as he lay down on the bed, creating chains to keep them cuffed to the bed. "Now, lay with your lord and master."
The girls lay down on the bed, seeing the lamp which lay tantalizingly out of reach on a table. Jasmine and Saphira lay on the bed, horrified at their new future s slave girls to a sorcerer. They were both naked, bleeding and humiliated beyond measure, slaves forever to a powerful godlike sorcerer. As Jafar snored, Jasmine stroked Saphira's lovely hair, kissing her cheeks.
"Don't worry." She whispered. "I'll take care of you."
"T-Thank you." Saphira said as she cuddled up with Jasmine, her naked body left open to the elements.
Jasmine drifted to an uneasy sleep, her body in pain and spirit broken as her slave sister sat with her on the bed. They were both naked, but now they wore their own blood and cum as clothing. A stiff, uncomfortable garment with no warmth to it. They were nothing but slaves now, concubines to be used and never heard unless it was screaming in orgasm. For that was all they were in Jafar's kingdom.
The end.
Sorry if that was too dark, I've been a little out of practice with slave girl stories. Please review!