Jasmine is turned on

"What have I done?" she repeated to herself. "That was the most amazing sexual experience of my life!"

As she basked in the afterglow, Maleficent noticed the change in her attitude. Only a couple of hours ago she had to basically **** the innocent-seeming princess. That's the way it was with most of these Disney bimbos--inside they were wanton harlots, and Maleficent relished in the role of bringing out their inner slut.

With Jasmine she sensed something she had not felt when she took Belle, Ariel, Megara, or even that true cum-whore Pocahontas. With Jasmine she sensed the potential for power. Yes, she enjoyed being used and abused like all the rest, but the evil witch thought if she could just provide the proper nudge in the right direction, that Jasmine would be fully sexually corrupted. She would become another **** of darkness, using her sex and power to **** and **** others to submit.

"Come here, my pet," she purred, calling out to her soon-to-be convert. Jasmine, used to doing what the sorceress asked, approached without hesitation. Maleficent removed the strap on and let it dangle at her side as she leaned in and kissed Jasmine passionately. The Arabian harlot eagerly returned the kiss and even let her hands wander up to Maleficent's breast, cupping and squeezing it as their tongues danced.

Maleficent reluctantly broke away from the kiss and leaned in close to Jasmine's ear. "I know you liked that, my sweet." Jasmine responded with a breathy "Uh-huh." "You gave yourself completely to me, and it was the first time you ever felt fulfilled. But what about your husband?" Jasmine's body jerked in surprise, as she had not expected the conversation to go in that direction. "It didn't take anything for him to walk in and use you like a whore, did it? He just took what he wanted from you, didn't he?" Jasmine nodded her head against Maleficent's shoulder. "I think you need to show him who REALLY has the power in your relationship. You need to put that street rat back in his place, my pet." "Yessss," cooed Jasmine, almost mesmerized by the whispered words of her mistress.

Maleficent slipped the strap-on into Jasmine's hand. "You know what you need to do, sweet one." Jasmine accepted the proferred dildo and looked up into the wicked sorceress' eyes sweetly. Maleficent almost shuddered when she saw the look in those eyes transform from sweetness to determination, then to the beginnings of evil. "You're right, Maleficent, I DO know what to do!"