Time to Prove His Devotion

Maleficent smirked at her new plaything. "Whom do you serve, boy?" she asked cruelly.

"You, Mistress. I serve you with all my body and soul!"

The smirk grew larger as she asked, "And will you do anything I command of you, no matter how perverted or depraved?"

"Yes, Mistress, anything," Aladdin answered quickly, his corrupted mind completely devoted to the wicked sorceress straddling his face.

"Then fuck your pretty little wife. Dominate her. Use her in every evil, wicked, unnatural way possible. Make her beg for mercy, then hurt her even worse. Treat her like an absolute fuck-toy. Now, ****," she commanded as she lifted herself off of Aladdin's prone form.

Aladdin narrowed his inky black eyes as he sat up. Jasmine's mouth, which only recently had been sucking his cock in support of Maleficent's devious plan, opened slightly as she backed away. "Aladdin, no!"

With a wicked smirk the equal of any Maleficent had ever used he ominously stepped closer to Jasmine. "I'm going to enjoy this, bitch," he declared.

"Aladdin, I..." was all she was able to say before his hand shot out and smacked her hard across the cheek. Jasmine's face snapped to the side, her beautiful black hair flying after.

"Bend over, whore," he ordered with a sneer. Jasmine looked at him with fear in her own evil-infected black eyes. "Don't make me say it again, bitch." Trembling, she complied.

"All the way down, you fucking slut. Grab your ankles but keep that pretty little ass nice and high." Al walked over and smacked her butt cheeks, eliciting a squeal from the princess. He roughly shoved a finger in her cunt and laughed, "Your pussy is dripping wet, you little pain slut! You LIKE this!"

Jasmine, her head down by her ankles, turned to shoot a glare at him. The glare turned to something else entirely when Aladdin unexpectedly spread her ass cheeks and plunged his rock-hard cock into her dripping snatch. Jasmine's mouth opened into an "O" and she squealed again. After just a few thrusts, Aladdin's dick was soaking wet.

"This is too easy, whore, and besides, you're enjoying it," Aladdin declared as he pulled out with a sloppy THWOCK. "Let's see if you enjoy THIS!" Jasmine was not surprised to feel his pleasure missile poking around her sphincter, but she was surprised at the intensity of pain and pleasure she felt when he shoved himself in. She couldn't help but scream, which elicited a wicked smile on Aladdin's face. "THAT'S it, you little bimbo whore. TAKE IT!"

Maleficent stood off to the side, fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm. She had completely corrupted these two, and was going to have an eternity of fun using them herself and then using them to turn others to the wicked ways of sex. Right now Aladdin was completely lost in trying to debase and **** his supposed soul-mate and life-long love. Meanwhile, that previously demure princess was enjoying her own third orgasm while Al was bent over her back, fucking her ass and squeezing her nipples as hard as he could. The more he abused her the more she liked it, and Maleficent could think of hundreds of ways to push her further and further down the road of depravity.

Suddenly Aladdin pulled out, smacking Jasmine's ass with both his hands. "Stand up and turn around bitch!" he ordered and the princess complied. As soon as she had done this he slapped her face again and shoved down on her head, stuffing his cock into her unprepared mouth. He grabbed her hair and started ramming her head up and down, paying no heed to her gagging or squeals of pain. Had he been paying any attention, though, he would have seen both of her hands between her legs, furiously rubbing her pussy and clit as her face was mercilessly ****.

The husband and wife happened to look at each other, inky evil-corrupted eyes meeting in an unspoken understanding that this was indeed ecstasy. At just that moment, when three orgasms were about to occur simultaneously in the room, there was a gasp from a just-opned door...