A night with the Guard

A blink, and Jasmine's aching body fell to her knees inside her bedroom. The teleportation left her disoriented and stumbling, even crawling as she was.

Aladdin stroked her clit, and, like the first time, a fire of sexual desire burned inside her sex. She fought to keep it down, but moaned against her will. "This time, ****, the entire Guard will have their way with you."

Aladdin's handsome face carved an ugly smile. Jasmine struggled to keep her fingers from relieving the itch of her unnatural arousal. Aladdin stroked her clit again, and her arousal doubled.

With a whimper, Jasmine's will broke. She flopped into a fetal position, both hands stuffed between her thighs. She rubbed her pussy fast and rough, causing as much pain as pleasure.

"Tonight, ****, I show you that you are nothing but an attractive combination of body parts. Worthless, save for the pleasure you provide. For the only way to quench the flame I've stoked, is to stoke the flame in others."

Aladdin knelt close to her, whispered in her ear. "You will be begging the Guard to ravage you by the time this night is through."

Jasmine blinked and Aladdin disappeared.

A few agonizing minutes later, the Captain of the Guard stepped through the door, followed by sixteen of his men, all naked. By the slimmest measure, the burning in her sex receded. Not much, but enough. Enough to prove Aladdin's words. These men find pleasure at my ****, she thought, in disgusted wonder. How naive I was, to think my people loved me.

The Captain approached first, pulled the masturbating Princess to her knees by a fistful of black hair. Her yelp was cut off by his invading cock. At last, the itch in Jasmine's sex eased it's relentless intensity. To her horror, she found herself participating in her own degradation, sliding her tongue along bottom of the Captain's shaft, cupping and massaging his balls in one hand while penetrated herself with the other. Anything to relieve the suffering of her arousal.

He grew longer, until the head of his cock probed inside her throat. Harder, until the rigid flesh made her gag with every thrust. The ache in Jasmine's pussy receded to a dull warmth, replaced bit by bit with shameful pleasure as she rubbed circles around her clit.

At last, he pushed her off his cock. The intense ache of arousal returned. "Please," she said, her cheeks burning red in shame.

"'Please', what, Princess?" The Captain stroked his cock, a knowing look plastered on his face.

She couldn't say it, not yet. But she knew it was only a matter of time before she broke. For now, at least, she didn't have to. The Captain knelt between her legs, pressed his cock against her wet hole. Shoved, entering her completely.

Jasmine shuddered, moaned, wrapped her legs around the Captains scarred torso.

The Captain thrust his hips in a rhythm faster and more violent than Aladdin ever had. She felt an orgasm building, tried hard to push it away, but the more pleasure he felt, the more pleasure she felt. And that was the true cruelty of Aladdin's magic, she realized. Either she did nothing, and suffered the agony of unquenchable desire, or she participated, and became the source of her own abasement.

"Aladdin only gave us one restriction," the Captain said between painful, pleasurable thrusts. "We can't finish inside your slutty box, so open up."

He hopped onto Jasmine's chest and pushed his cock inside her mouth. She tasted herself on him, shivered in shameful delight. Soon, his pulsating organ filled her mouth. The most difficult part of swallowing all the Captain's cum was that Aladdin's magic made her climax with him. Every muscle in her body tensed and shuddered. Unable to get air past his cock, she felt like she was drowning in his cum. Some leaked down her chin, which he happily scooped into her mouth while she fought to catch her breath.