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I Hate You	By : evenstarblooming Category: +1 through F > Aladdin (Disney) > Aladdin (Disney) Views: 41863 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I Hate You

At first it had been a brush of her thigh here, a light sweep over her breast there; things that Jasmine couldn’t possibly hold against him as purposeful. But the brush got longer and became more of a fondle, and she became worried.

“Father, Jafar is touching me. Make him stop.” She pleaded with her father.

“Nonsense child. It was probably accidental. Think nothing of it.” Apparently, the Sultan couldn’t digest that his most loyal and trusted friend, his advisor, would do any harm to his 15 year old daughter. After all, he was a full 10 years older then her.

The first big incident was when she was 17. She was sitting in the courtyard brushing Rajah, when he swooped out of the shadows with his golden cobra staff that always sent unwelcome vibes toward Jasmine.

“Hello, darling. What are we doing here?” he spoke silkily, drawing his words out, sending shivers down her spine.

“Just playing with Rajah.” She gestured toward the not fully red red tiger dozing at her feet. He sat down beside her, and drew a handkerchief from within his dark robes. He made a motion to blow his nose, and dabbed and dry eyes, letting out a sob.

“What’s wrong, Jafar?” she asked innocently, while inside she was wishing he would leave.

“I’m remembering my wife, Lotus. She died 3 years ago, do you remember her?”

She did. A frail woman with eyes too big for her slender face, she had died of fever when Jasmine was 15. She had never known Lotus very well, but in the few encounters they two had had, she recalled her as being very warm and friendly.

“I’m very lonely without her,” he continued, putting on a very despairing face. “I was wondering if you could help me.” He reached his cold, pale hand and reaching down, he hooked her long aqua skirt up and drew it up. He stroked the inside of her thigh, his dark eyes never leaving Jasmine’s for a minute. Growing up inside the palace walls, she knew nothing about sex. Nothing about what Jafar was doing to her. She may have had the body of a young woman, but she had the mind of a child still. Jafar cupped her through her panties, and those too he pulled down.

Jasmine was confused, but she knew she didn’t like this.

“Stop.” She closed her legs and moved away from him.

But he persisted, scooting over the marble seat to sit closer to her then ever. Again, he reached his hand under her skirt but this time, he parted her lips and stroked her clit with one long finger. He fingered her for 5 minutes, and then he pulled her underwear and left without a sound. Jasmine was scared.

Over the period of one year, he did this a multitude of times, always explaining to Jasmine how lonely he was. Sometimes, he delved a finger into her depths, and licked off the liquid on his fingers, but that was as far as he got. And then, when she was 19, he struck.

“Come with me, Jasmine. I want to show you something in my chamber.”

“I don’t want to. Leave me alone, Jafar. I’ll tell Father.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Come with me”

“No.”

“I said COME!” With that, he grabbed her wrist roughly, bruising her. He dragged her down to his lab, and she protested but as always, he intimidated her into silence. He brought her into another room and released her. Immediately, she turned to leave, but he locked the door.

“Let me out!” she cried, beginning to be frightened.

“What do you see?” he asked, ignoring her plea. She noticed that the walls and ceiling were all made of mirror. Even the floor. He descended upon her, hooking her neck with his arm, into a sort of standing headlock. With his free hand, he tugged her skirt and panties off, letting them fall to the floor.

“Spread your legs for me.”

“No!”

“We’ve been through this before. Now do it.” He choked her, and she could do nothing but oblige. He undid her gold buttons, one by one, till her blouse came open, and her mature breasts hung naked, reflected on all the walls. He threw her to the ground, and for unknown reasons, she began to sob, her tears hitting the mirrored floor below. She had never been naked in front of a man before, and now the shame crept upon her like a cat on the prowl.

“Get up, you whore!” shouted Jafar. He took her by her long silken hair, dark as a raven’s wings, and dragged her to her knees. He began to strip, tugging off his long heavy robe, then his undershirt and trousers, till he too was naked. He walked towards her, and she braced herself, still sobbing with fear.

“Do you know what this is, Jasmine?” his tone became soft, and caressing, making her look up. Abruptly, he shoved his length into her mouth. Disgusted, she drew away.

“Take it into your mouth!” he screamed at her, taking her hair and dragging her face towards his prick again. With his free hand, he took his own cock and pressed it into her mouth, gagging her. He laughed like a mad man, and then moaned and he forced her to deep throat him.

“Yes, do you like that Jasmine, baby? Suck me, ooh yes, suck me harder, that’s it baby!” He humped her mouth, controlling her head with his cruel hand, until Jasmine felt herself losing grip. Before she could black out, he stopped. Hungry for more, he roughly dragged her to her feet, and stood behind her, pressing his torso to her backside. With his hands, he spread her thighs, and positioned his cock to her opening from behind. Jasmine could see every vile move from the mirrors surrounding her, and felt like she was going to cry again.

“No,” she told herself,” silent and cold is better. Hold it in, Jasmine old girl.”

But when he thrust into her, she let out a scream, and with it came tears. With no regard for Jasmine the virgin, he tore at her screams, thrusting into her lustily from behind, moaning and laughing and shouting obscene things with joy.

“Yes, I’m fucking you, roy royal whore! How’s it feel, huh? Oh yea, baby, clench!”

She closed her eyes, imagining herself away from all this.

“Open your eyes.” She heard him whisper in her ear. “Watch me take your virginity.” With one last thrust which hurt more then the others, in her opinion, he spilled his hot seed into her, crying out in cruel joy.

He flipped her around and pushed her so she was smashed against the mirror, and began pumping his genitals to her sore pussy.

“You like being humped? Ooooh yea, struggle, baby, that feels good!”

Jasmine closed her eyes, and felt a tear trickle down her flushed cheek.

“I hate you.” She whispered.
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