Yes, she's really mad

"You little fucking whore!" Belle exclaimed. "That's my HUSBAND you just fucked, you cheap tramp! And you're supposedly a princess. A common street walker is more like it!"

"Now just a minute..." Beast cut in, but he was cut off by a withering look from his bride. "SHUT the fuck up! I'll deal with you next, you fucking bastard!" Beast had never seen his wife so worked up and was actually quite afraid of her. He quietly slinked off into the shadows, hoping she would work out her anger on Jasmine and then calm down before dealing with him again.

Jasmine had been stunned speechless by Belle's verbal ****, but Beast's intervention gave her just enough time to get her senses back. "Now, Belle, let's talk about this," she offered diplomatically.

"Talk? TALK?! All your pouty mouth is good for is sucking other women's husband's cocks, apparently!" As Belle launched a new oral **** on Jasmine, she kept stepping closer and closer, pointing her finger in a threatening manner. "And who the hell do you think you are just spreading your fucking legs like some cheap harlot, moaning and thrashing around like a nympho? I should teach you a fucking lesson!"

Jasmine had finally had enough. She was a spoiled princess, after all, and wasn't used to being dressed down, even by another princess. "Well maybe if you'd spread YOUR legs, your animal of a husband wouldn't have to come looking for a slut like me to please him!" Belle slapped Jasmine on the cheek, snapping her head back and making her see stars for a moment. When the Arabian girl turned her gaze back on the French woman, it was a look of pure hatred.

"Carpet, hold her," Jasmine commanded. Belle didn't know what she meant until she saw Aladdin's magic carpet swoop in behind her, push itself flush against her back, and then tie her ankles and wrists with its sashes. Belle struggled to free herself but found that the enchanted rug was quite able to resist her movements. "You let me go this INSTANT!" she ordered, but Jasmine only continued to glare.

"Genie, double-ended dildo," she ordered in an even voice. Genie didn't need to be told twice--he could see where this (and he) was going. With a puff of blue smoke he formed into a wicked-looking double phallus, ridged with pulsing blood vessels and capped with two enormous, mushroom-shaped heads. Jasmine grabbed the blue device and rammed one end viciously into her already well-used cunt. She closed her eyes for a second in ecstasy and shuddered, while Genie couldn't believe his luck.

"You little fucking bitch! Don't you DARE come near me! I'm warning you! You'll regret it, I swear!" Jasmine advanced on the bound Belle, paying her warnings no heed. "I'm going to fill you up like even your husband never has, and by the time I'm done you'll be begging me to continue. Once you're a cock-hungry slut like me, you'll change your tune."

"Never," was all Belle could gasp in reply. Jasmine smirked as she guided the dick sticking out of her crotch towards Belle's cunt lips. "We'll see..."