He follows Tinker Bell

Aladdin followed Tink's trail of pixie dust, the little fairy turning to flash him devious grins every so often before taking off again in a shower of twinkly magic. She led him through the massive house, around corners, down long hallways, through doorways, and on and on until Aladdin was hopelessly lost. Still, he followed the teasing fairy, curious about what her sexual taunts would lead to.

As he came around one corner of the massive mansion he found Tinker Bell hovering in front of an imposing steel door, no longer running away. She was holding a blindfold, which she flew around Al's head to wrap securely into place. Still curious, he let her take away his eyesight and waited to see what would happen. A loud THUNK told him the huge metal door had opened, so he reached out his hands and took a tentative step forward. When he felt the doorway he gingerly stepped forward again into whatever lay beyond. Surprisingly, he still felt his erection straining against his baggy pants, his need still unfulfilled. A solid THUNK followed by a CRACK implied the metal door had been closed and latched somehow. Not knowing what else to do, he stopped after taking a few steps into the room. "Tinker Bell?" he asked tentatively. "Are you still there?"

A menacing voice answered Al's query. "All right girls, remove his blindfold." The dim light of the room allowed Aladdin's eyes to adjust fairly quickly to take in his new surroundings. He was in some sort of dungeon, with torches on the stone walls providing the meager light. There were inexplicable implements of pain and **** everywhere, along with chains and shackles attached to various places on the floor and walls. Al's eyes were drawn to a stunning, black latex-clad woman holding a whip. His eyes widened when recognition set in--this was Belle!

"I'm glad to see you recognize me, street rat," said the beauty in an even tone. Aladdin's erection pulsed at seeing the stunning girl decked out in such powerfully sexy attire. Motion drew his gaze to the side, where he discovered who had removed his blindfold. Arrayed before him in the skimpiest lingerie he'd ever seen were the three blonde bimbettes who lusted for Gaston. Their looks were identical in all but the color of their patent leather bras and thongs. One wore red, another blue, and the third green. One of them giggled at Aladdin's bold, lustful stare but was silenced by a look from Belle. It was clear they were still bimbos, but had been completely cowered by their new Mistress.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, street rat," Belle's voice rang, taking Al from his reverie. A smile crept upon her face as she continued, "Either way, I'm going to enjoy it immensely. So which will it be?"