Humiliation

"You're going to put on a show for the Guard, ****." As Aladdin said this, Jasmine regained control of her voice and hands.

"Please, don't," she begged, immediately covering her breasts and hairless sex.

Aladdin ignored her and reached between her thighs, swatted her hand aside. His finger drew a line from the top of her clit to the bottom of her slit.

Her hips bucked violently at the touch. Arousal like fire burned within her sex. She felt perspiration condense into beads along her skin.

The worst part was that, despite regaining control of her arms, she was afraid to hide her sex for fear of what contact with her burning flesh would feel, so she exposed herself willingly.

Her heart had not beat this hard since that first night on Aladdin's magic carpet. She began panting like a dog. She could not stop her body from thrusting into the open air.

"Are you alright, ****?" Aladdin taunted. "You know how to make yourself feel better, don't you? Of course you do, I know what a dirty girl you are."

Her Royal Guard hooted and called her names that would've had their tongue cut from their mouths, were it not for Aladdin's new found power.

She rocked back and forth, eyes pinched shut, trying to slow her ragged breathing. She pinched her thighs with her fingers, using the pain to stop her hands from roaming closer toward her sex.

"Do you see that!" one of her Guard said, pointing excitedly. "She's dripping on the floor."

And she was, she could feel it. She began to grunt with the effort of resistance. She now sweat profusely from her forehead and under her arms.

At last, she could resist no longer. She had never felt so degraded, and yet, she had to pleasure herself. She needed sweet release. When she broke, she broke completely. Two fingers of one hand penetrated to the knuckles, the other hand rubbed her clit as though she were a beggar trying to release a Genie from a mundane lamp.

She felt her juices coat both hands, and did something that only Aladdin had ever known she liked. She took two fingers into her own mouth to taste herself. She shuddered in hot arousal.

Minutes passed as she raced toward climax, though she always seemed just a step away. The muscles of her hands were cramping before she realized what Aladdin had done.

She brought her eyes to his in defeat. "Please..."

"Please what, ****?"

“Please, may I cum?” she begged, fingers working almost violently for satisfaction.

He appeared to ponder the question for a moment. At last, "I suppose."

Jasmine's muscles cramped in climax, so intense it almost hurt. Her eyes rolled back as she furiously worked her throbbing sex. The sounds she made were not Princess-like, but she could not hold back.

At last the orgasm ended. But to her horror, not an ounce of her arousal was sated. She turned to Aladdin with **** eyes, still rubbing herself, though much slowler. Just enough to calm the itch.

He waved his hand and her upturned palms returned to her thighs. Maddening lust remained. "Nnoo, please!" she cried. "Make it stop!"

He pinched his fingers shut, and her voice disappeared again.