Jasmine woke up fresh in the morning. She found Jafar seated on the edge of her bed.
"Good morning, baby."
"Good morning, Jasmine. Today is an important day. Listen carefully. I have sent invites to nearby princes that the Princess of Agrabah has invited suitors for her hand in marriage. All suitors will be here tomorrow."
"But you said we were going to marry."
"Don't you understand, babe. One of them will be your victim. You can select the one you want. "
"OK, all right. Do I get to see them naked to measure the size of their dicks?"
Jafar ignored her last question and continued.
"But we have a problem at hand. The ritual says that you have to kill a common man, a normal one before that. What are we going to do about that?"
"Well, suppose I invite a tailor, jeweler so and so, to design my clothes and ornaments for tomorrow's "Grand Ceremony". I guess one of them would do, right?"
They kissed.
"Now I know why I loved you in the first place. You have an amazing brain. You will make a wonderful queen. Good thinking!"
"Can we make love to celebrate that?"
"Wait Queen I want to have sex. Which one are you going to kill? Is it the tailor, jeweler or somebody else?"
"I know a tailor I want revenge upon. He is called Abismal. Send him an invitation for this. He has his shops in Agrabah Market. He used to make my clothes when I was
little. How he disturbed me then. Now I will have the last laugh."
"Do you think you could force him to have sex?"
"Do you doubt my abilities after watching me seduce Razoul?"
Jafar waved his wand to invite Abismal.
"Now we can make love, my slutty seductress."
He said lying beside Jasmine. Intercourse ensued for the following hour.
Midday struck. Jasmine sat in her chambers awaiting Abismal's arrival. There was a sharp knock.
"Enter"
A short, almost dwarflike man entered. He was very fat. It gave him the appearance of a football.
"I heard the Sultan is lost. I offer my condolences."
"It's more than condolences Agrabah needs from you, Abismal. Show me some sexy dresses to seduce some princes into becoming the Sultan of Agrabah. Then you can say
you fulfilled your duty of becoming a true citizen of Agrabah.'
Abismal was shocked by the way the princess was talking. Yet he did what he had come for. After discarding close to twenty dresses over the following hour Jasmine liked a
dress.
"Yes, this is the one. I like this one."
"Why this one, princess? This is not for royalty like you. This is for prostitutes."
The dress was a white one, completely made of silk. The top was just enough to cover the nipples of a well endowed woman like Jasmine. The bottom was a long skirt, slit
at the thighs.
"You are here to sell me dresses. I will decide what I want to wear. Now I want you to fit it on me."
Abismal did as ordered. Abismal was a shy man. He took Jasmine's measurements with her clothes on. The dress was ready in no time. Jasmine took off her garments and
put on the chosen one.
When it came to the fitting Jasmine asked for Abismal's help. Abismal reluctantly came forward to help Jasmine with the fitting of her top. His hand deliberately touched her
breasts. Jasmine noticed this but did not comment. When this happened for the fifth time Jasmine said,
"Yes, I know they are soft, rounded and so and so. But I daresay you cannot touch any other part of my body. I guess you must be hopeless with sex."
Jasmine had realized that Abismal was not the type to take a cue or hints so she started provoking him.
"Had any other woman said that she would have been fucked dead by me. But you are the princess. So I forgive you."
"I don't want special treatment. Show me what you got?"
Abismal pushed her onto her own bed. Undid the dress and hungrily began licking her pussy. Jasmine muttered to enrage him further,
"Is that all you've got?"
Abismal took of his pants and thrust his throbbing cock into Jasmine's pussy. He roared as he pumped into her. Jasmine pretended that it was very painful to her. False tears
welled up in her eyes. She begged him,
"Forgive me Abismal. I will never say that again. Give me a chance to please you."
Abismal relinquished her. Jasmine got down on her knees but even so had to bend to reach Abismal's cock because of his short height.
The precum coated dick was thrust into her. He tasted awful to her. She almost vomited on him.
"Yes…suck it… bitch. You are no princess you are a whore."
He growled.
Jasmine being offended by his talk, knifed him to death. Little drops of cum popped into her mouth as he fell. She spat the cum out.
Jafar appeared again.
"Disgusting, wasn't he?"
"Don't ask. I bet even his blood is filthy."
Magic again. A pool of blood. Sex in the pool. Lick the blood off.
This time the bright flash of light gave Jasmine a pair of serpentine armbands of solid gold.
"Wake up early tomorrow, Jasmine. We have to get prepared for the princes." He winked and disappeared.
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