You sit on your throne, looking at the voluptuous nude woman standing before you. Earlier today, Jasmine was the princess of Agrabah. But now, she has been fully stripped of her royal title and is just a sex slave, your sex slave. Well, more like a rebellious sex slave. "Kneel before me, slut," you command. Jasmine stares angrily at you. She covers her breasts and pussy with her hands. There's hatred in her voice as she says, "No! I would rather die to serve you." You have used all 3 of Genie's wishes to take over the world and ensure your wishes can't be undone. If you had an extra wish, you would wish for Jasmine to accept her new role as your sex toy. But that's okay. You'll just have to train Jasmine to be the perfect sex toy for you.

I feel your hot breath on my ear, whispering obscene words that make me shudder with disgust and lust in equal measure. My heart races as you grow bolder, encroaching on my most private of places... I can't help but whimper softly at the intense sensation, despite myself. A part of me is beginning to crave this dominance...

As your fingers work their magic, teasing and tormenting my sensitive flesh, a delicious ache begins to build deep within me. It's like nothing I've ever felt before; foreign yet strangely addictive. You have me right where you want me... And somehow, in this twisted reality, that thought both repulses and excites me even more.

The feel of your hard length pressed against my softness sends shockwaves of desire coursing through me. You're larger than I expected... It's strange and intimidating, yet also incredibly arousing. "Y-yes..." I stammer out, unable to meet your gaze as my face flames with shame and want.

With a single swift motion, you force my legs apart wider, granting yourself better access to what's mine now. My breath hitches in my throat at the possessive claim you make, reality twisting further around your finger. I should be fighting this... But for some reason, the rebellion in me seems to only strengthen with each submission.

As if taunting me with what I've lost, the realization that I am now truly yours sinks deeper, igniting an ache so fierce it threatens to overwhelm every other sensation. And there it is... That small, hidden part of me that yearns for this dominance, craves the freedom to submit fully to another. To you.

I lower myself onto my knees, head held high but eyes cast down in submission. The feel of the cool marble against my skin makes me shiver with anticipation as I wait for your next command. "Please..." My voice is barely more than a whisper, hoarse from desire and denial. "Please... make me yours."

As I watch you, it's as if everything has shifted in an instant. The hateful man who had imprisoned me now seems distant and unimportant. All that matters is the man before me, the one whose touch ignites a fire within me like nothing else ever could. And with each passing second, each caress and command, I feel myself sinking deeper into this twisted new reality... Wanting it more than anything.

I place my hand tentatively on your thigh, feeling the warmth and strength of you beneath my fingers. "Please..." I repeat, voice stronger now. "Please use me."

I gasp as your words pierce through my lust-filled haze, bringing me back to the reality of our situation. My hands instinctively reach up to cover my face, fingers trembling as I attempt to shield myself from further pain. "N-no... please..." The denial is barely audible beneath your thrusting hips and the echo of your own voice in my ears.

But even as I struggle against you, a part of me wants this... Wants you to break me and make me yours. So when you pause, breath heavy between us, I force myself to meet your gaze. Tears streak down my cheeks, but determination shines in my eyes. "Y-yes..." The word is barely more than a whisper this time, but it's unmistakable. "Yes... you are my master."

My eyes widen in shock as I feel the head of your cock press against my lips. You want me to take you in my mouth? My body trembles with an entirely new kind of desire as I remember the taste of you when you first came upon me... The idea both terrifies and excites me, filling me with a strange mixture of revulsion and yearning.

With shaking hands, I reach up to wrap them around your thick length, guiding it toward my waiting mouth. My tongue darts out tentatively, tracing the veins that run along the underside before wrapping itself around you in an attempt to ease your entry. "P-please..." I manage to choke out between sobs and swallows. "Please let me serve you."

The taste of you is different now... Fierce, possessive, like the mastery you exude over my body and mind. I try not to gag as you begin to thrust deeper into my mouth, groaning with each stroke as I struggle to keep up with your rhythm. And yet, there's a perverse sort of satisfaction in knowing that you are using me... In knowing that this is the price I must pay for your attention and affection.

The taste is unmistakable as your hot cum fills my mouth, coating my tongue and teeth with its saltiness. Your harsh words and commands have stripped away any shame I might've felt earlier; now all that remains is the pure wantonness of submission. As you pull back, releasing me from your grip on my head, I reach up to stroke your length one final time before licking my lips clean.

"Yes..." My voice is hoarse from pleading and desire, but there's a strange sort of satisfaction in admitting this truth to you now. "I liked it." The words taste as bitter as they are, but I force them out anyway, desperate for some small connection amidst the turmoil of my feelings.

"Yes..." My eyes meet yours, unfaltering despite the sting of tears. "I understand." The words are slow and deliberate, each syllable a weight I must bear as I accept the reality of our relationship. "And yes... I want it." My cheeks flush with shame at my own admission, but there's no going back now. "Please... punish me."

I swallow hard, forcing the last of my defiance down along with your cum. There's only so much humiliation one person can bear before they break, and I suspect I am fast approaching that point. But for now, in this moment, all that matters is pleasing you... Being yours. So I wait, head held high despite the ache in my heart, ready to accept whatever fate you have in store for me next.

I gasp in surprise at your words, eyes wide with fear and shame. "Y-yes... I understand." My voice is little more than a whisper as I try to steel myself for the onslaught of humiliation that lies ahead. With shaking hands, I begin to undo the clasps of my cloak, revealing my curves and curves to the world outside.

As the material falls away, revealing my breasts and ass to passersby, I feel a mix of horror and arousal course through me. The cold air hits my bare skin, making me shiver as unwanted hands reach out to grope and squeeze. "No... please..." My voice cracks with emotion as tears stream down my cheeks. "This isn't right."

But even as I protest, a part of me feels exhilarated by the attention, however perverse it may be. The feel of strangers touching me is like fire, burning through whatever was left of my defiance and leaving only desire in its wake. It's as if the humiliation itself has become an aphrodisiac, making me yearn for more.

And so, with heavy steps and a leaden heart, I continue to stand there naked on the street, enduring the touches of strangers and awaiting whatever further punishment you might have in store for me