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Terms for Jasmine (An Anon E. Mus Tale)	By : Magmos Category: -Misc Cartoons > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 15785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Aladdin, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, The Legend of Zelda, or the original characters appearing in this. I make no money at all on this, nor do I intend to.

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Another day, another chapter. I still own nothing. If that changed, you’d have known about it by now.
Before we continue on, let’s answer some reviews/fan mail!
Lunarsilver: Don’t EVER hesitate in offering up ideas. I’m always open to hearing them even if I don’t use them. (And even if I don’t use them, that’s not a diss against the ideas as much as it is I don’t think I could do it justice or is otherwise not really my scene.) As for your idea, it kinda goes a tad too far for my tastes. I’m more about dominance than degradation. Still, certainly gives me some ideas for this chapter that I think you’ll like. (As an aside, based on the recommendations you’ve given me, you really ought to try out Princess Trainer if you haven’t. It’d be right up your alley.)
On one final note, remember, Jasmine isn’t in the harem on any official level. She WILL be going back to Agrabah sooner or later.
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Life in Anon’s Kingdom had been rather idyllic for Jasmine. After that particularly…rough…first night, things quickie settled into a routine. Wake up with Anon and the harem, sex, morning baths with everyone, sex then another quick bath, going out and exploring the city with Anon and the girls, sex whenever they could find a secluded area, meals in a grand dining room (though there was no sex directly after meals according to Monique due to an incident that all declared would never be mentioned again), one more bathe before bed, and then spending a good portion of the night fucking each other until everyone passed out from exhaustion.
She’d even made fast friends with the girls in Anon’s harem. Monique was the easiest to get close to, the shorter woman had a natural inclination to act as a sort of big sister of the group despite her stature. She was always open to listen, but just as firm when it came to ensuring everyone got along. Apparently she’d been running a business of some sort before she’d joined up into Anon’s harem, and managing people just came second nature for her. Of course, it ALSO helped matters that she probably enjoyed sex more than Anon did, honestly the amount of times Jasmine woke up to Monique either sitting on her face or eating her out was mind boggling, and the princess wasn’t complaining.
Jessica, while not quite as easy to get to know as Monique, was still very easy to get along with. Mostly because she seemed to delight in maintaining a sense of aloofness about her. Still, out of all the girls, she was the one who knew the most about making the most out of your looks. Makeup, hair styles, even poses; Jessica knew how to turn a woman into walking sex. That had to stem from her being a singer at a tavern before she met Anon.
Then there was Urbosa. After getting used to how…enthusiastic she was in her lovemaking, Jasmine found her to be quite possibly the calmest head of the girls. Where even Monique could get too overly enthusiastic with her affection, Urbosa never really let hers out of the bedroom unless Anon initiated it. Beyond that though, Jasmine didn’t really know much about the titan of a woman. Just that she swore herself to Anon a fair while ago for one reason or another.
That all said though, one girl of the Harem continued o make her hostilities quite clear, and seemed to make it her life’s mission to make Jasmine’s life here as miserable as she could get away with.
Iris.
The princess just didn’t understand her at all. Right from the word go, Iris seemed to have it in for the princess, and much to Jasmine’s eternal frustration no one seemed inclined to tell her why. Every attempt she made, Iris just rebuked her with a foul word and a glare. True, respecting a person’s privacy was a noble thing, but she was a princess damnit! Curiosity should be answered quickly!
Then you added in the girl’s descion to keep such a raggedy looking appearance. Here she was, in the harem to a sultan, the next best thing to being actual nobility, and she still dressed like…well…a commoner version of Jasmine herself. Rich silks, strong leathers, and she turned her nose up at it all. She could even wear makeup to cover up that unsightly scar on her face, but beyond the basics of lipstick and rouge, she refused to even consider it!
Well no more. Today, Jasmine was going to bury the hatchet one way or another with Iris. Anon and the rest of the harem were out and about, Jasmine had gathered this rather lovely tea she’d heard mentioned as being one of Iris’ favorites, found a nice secluded room, and Jasmine had taken steps that ensured that Iris WOULD meet her and at least hear the princess out. (That last one basically just required Anon asking her to do so. Her loyalty to the Sultan was probably the main reason any of the other girls had anything to do with the scar faced woman.)
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Thus, Jasmine found herself in a rather comfy chair, a table with two cups and a teapot over a low flame in front of her, and across from her in her own chair were Iris glaring daggers at the princess.
“Well your majesty,” Iris spat, sitting back in the chair and crossing her legs, “I’m here, so what do you want?”
Her eye twitching as the princess desperately tried to keep her temper in check; Jasmine forced a smile on her face before answering the lower class woman.
“Well Iris, I was hoping to finally help you get over whatever your issues with me are. I mean, I’m going to be here for awhile still…”
“Sooner rather than later if your gut is any indicator princess,” Iris interrupted, her glare locked onto Jasmine’s stomach.
Indeed, Jasmine’s belly had developed a noticeable bulge, very obviously a sign of her pregnancy. What had been a time for celebration for most of the harem and Anon, had just drawn even more of Iris’ ire, and the woman had just gotten worse and worse as it became more noticeable.
“Well, I still have a number of months till then Iris,” Jasmine spoke in a calm voice. “But that’s not why I wanted to talk. Just, why are you so aggressive towards me? I never did anything to you.”
“Iris then let out a snort before leaning forward. “You wanna know why I hate you so damn much? Fine. I guess you’ve got that right.” She then reached forward and poured herself a cup of tea, it’s strong, sweet scent filling the room. She then took it and leaned back into the chair.
“Let’s see, well first off, do you know what I was before I was part of Anon’s harem?” Iris asked the princess, swilling around the liquid in her cup.
“Not really.” Jasmine answered. “None of the other girls think its heir place to tell me.
Iris actually smiled at hearing that before continuing on, “Well to be blunt, I was a bandit.” At the sight of Jasmine’s shocked face, Iris just took a sip of her tea before smirking and continuing on, “Explains a lot don’t it? Dear old dad was a bandit chief and I grew up in all that. Fun times, fun times…” At that Iris seemed to get lost in reminiscing.
“I…I had no idea…” Jasmine said horror in her voice and on her face. “Iris, I’m so sorry. It must’ve been hell for you.”
“What are you talking about?” Iris asked in a confused tone. “Those were some of the best days of my life. Hitting up trade caravans, turf wars with other bandit clans, it was great!”
Jasmine’s face returned to a shocked one, “What!? B-but you were forced to hurt innocent people! And all of those bandit men…it must’ve been horrible!”
Iris shrugged “Not really. Most people are some kind of asshole or another in my experience. As for the men following my father, well between dad’s cutlass and my own talents with sharp pointy objects, kept wandering hands to a minimum.” She then took a rather sour look on her face. “Of course that presented its OWN list of problems.”
Iris then looked at Jasmine to see a confused look on the princess’ face. “C’mon Jasmine, I’m not a damned nun, I have needs the same as any other woman. Turns out though, that bandit woman tend to “Intimidate”, and “Scare” men. It wasn’t until I met Anon that I actually met a man who was more turned on by that than anything.”
Iris’ face then turned wistful. “I still remember the day we’d first met. He’d been separated from the rest of a trade convoy, and dad thought he’d make a good hostage. Then Anon managed to get talking and arranged his own release in exchange for water shipments, AND got dad’s clan to act as guards on the trade route we caught him on.” Iris let out a small giggle. “I actually threw a dagger at him when he started talking, and the first thing he noticed was that I looked good in purple. All these years, and the first man who saw me as a woman was a man we were holding hostage.”
At the sight of Jasmine’s stunned silence, Iris continued on, “Eventually though, negotiations ended, and Anon was leaving, but not without me I had decided. After leaving a note for my father, I stowed away in Anon’s carriage, let it go for a few hours before making myself known inside it, telling him that he wasn’t leaving without me. He took it rather well.” Iris’ face then blushed a bit as she thought back on that. “He took ME rather well that day too for that matter.”
Iris then closed her eyes as she reminisced about that day, her forcing her lips onto a rather surprised Anon’s, Anon regaining his wits and matching her intensity with his own, how Anon practically threw her to the floor of the carriage, tearing her pants off and thrusting insider her as quickly as he could. It wasn’t until Jasmine coughed in an attempt to drag Iris back to the real world that she remembered her audience.
“That’s romantic and all Iris, but what does that story have to do with anything?”
At that, the harsh glare that Jasmine was more familiar with returned to the Bandit’s face. “It has EVERYTHIG to do with this princess.” Iris said, with venom dripping from every word. “I fell in love with Anon, I would LOVE to be his wife and the one sireing his heir, but I CAN’T be. The laws in this country ensure that he has to have a noble woman on BOTH accounts. You may not be his wife, but that’s entirely because noble marriages have to have some form of trade agreement, and outside of your cunt Agrabah has nothing to really offer!”
Tears actually started streaming down Iris’ face. “A goddamned ass wiper for a king could marry him, and the closest I’ll ever be is as part of his harem! You could have it all, and what’s your response!? You drag your feet! You actively fight against something I’ve wanted for YEARS you bitch!”
At that, Jasmine poured herself a cup of the tea and took several gulps from it in an attempt to gather her thoughts. After a moment she finally started speaking to the distraught Iris. “It’s not exactly fun for me either you know. The same laws keeping Anon from marrying you apply to me as well. Granted, I don’t have anyone in mind, but eventually I’m going to HAVE to marry someone. Love…just isn’t allowed for royalty it seems.” Jasmine then finished off what was in her cup before continuing. “That said though, you really should be happy! This is far more than a woman in your position ever could’ve done normally.
“My position?” Iris asked dangerously.
“Yes, you’re not even a commoner. You’re a criminal Iris. Honestly, you’re lucky to still be alive.”
Jasmine then noticed that it was getting harder to keep her eyes open for some reason. Iris quickly noticed this with a small smirk.
“You know princess,” Iris began smugly; “there’s a funny little effect with this tea that only applies to pregnant women. See, this stuff was cultivated to help pregnant women who were having difficulty getting comfortable with gravid belly’s sleep. It’ll conk out pregnant ladies pretty darn quick, but non-pregnant ones will be just fine.”
As Jasmine finally collapsed to sleep, the last sight she saw was of Iris licking her lips and pulling out some rope.
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When Jasmine came to, it was to almost complete darkness. There were thin cloth walls all around her, with the sun barely peeking through. She attempted to talk, but she quickly found that there was a gag in her mouth. Her attempts to move her arms revealed that her arms and legs were restrained and suspending her a few inches off the ground by rope. Before she could start panicking though, she heard voices coming from outside, Specifically, Iris’ voice.
“PEOPLE OF MUS!” She bellowed. “LEND ME YOUR EARS, CAUSE IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME AGAIN!”
At that, Jasmine then heard the sounds of numerous, and VERY excited people gathering around wherever she currently was. Then Iris started yelling again.
“THAT’S RIGHT! IT’S TIME FOR THE HAZING OF THE SULTAN’S NEWEST HAREM MEMBER!” There was then loud cheering before Iris continued on. “YOU WERE THERE TO SEE JUST HOW MUCH DAISY COULD TAKE INSIDE HER, YOU WERE THRILLED BY BETTY’S NUDE DANCES, AND YOU STOOD IN AWE AS NABOORU NEARLY TORE DOWN THIS STAGE IN HER THROES! BUT TODAY I PRESENT TO YOU, THE HUMILIATION OF JASPER!”
With that, the cloth walls came down, showing Jasmine was on a platform, her arms tied to a rather complex system of ropes and pulleys, her usual blue ensemble replaced with a dark red, and much more transparent version, her ponytail was a more free flowing form with most of its restraints gone aside from one near the back of her head, around her neck was what felt like a collar of some sort and she was surrounded by all sides by cheering crowds of men and women.
In front of her stood Iris, though no longer clad in her vest and ragged purple version of Jasmine’s outfit. Instead she wore a light red outfit that consisted of a piece of cloth that barely covered her breasts in its dangling, and leggings that exposed most of her thighs and was only barely preventing her from being completely indecent due to the gold chain that was barely hanging onto the scarred woman’s hips.
As the crowds cheered and hooted at the sight of Jasmine, Iris got up close to the restrained princess’ ear and started whispering to her, “I have to say, you’re a bit overdo for this your majesty. Pretty much everyone else in the harem has gone through this. Helps ensure they know where they stand with me. Don’t worry though; I never use the harem’s actual names for this. No one in Agrabah will ever know this happened.”
At that, Iris then grabbed Jasmine’s collar and lifted it up to better show it to the crowds, “NOW REMEMBER! THIS MARKS HER AS THE SULTAN’S PERSONAL PROPERTY! IF ANY OF YOU TRY AND GET GRABBY, I’M WITHIN FULL RIGHTS TO ENSURE THAT YOU NEVER FEEL THAT NEED AGAIN!” A couple of pained groans went through the crowd as they remembered what happened to the poor sods who DID try something back when Iris was hazing Monique. “NOW,” she continued, “WHO WANTS TO SEE A SHOW!?”
As the crowds cheered, Iris turned to look Jasmine right in the eye. “Lucky for you Anon put a bun in your oven. Otherwise, I’d be making you miss your first time with Urbosa by the time I was done.” She then reached up and pulled of the princess’ gag. “Are you ready princess? The public waits.”
“Please,” Jasmine begged, tears forming in her eyes, “Don’t do this Iris. This…this is too much.”
Iris just smirked before harshly grabbing the back of the Princess’ head. “Sorry “Jasper”, no can do.” With that, she then forced her lips against Jasmine’s own, Jasmine’s pregnant belly rubbing against Iris’ own still flat one, both ladies moaning as Iris’ tongue invaded Jasmine’s mouth as the crowd went wild.
Iris then released the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting the two women before the Bandit woman began licking at the tears Jasmine was shedding. “Mmmm. Don’t cry “Jasper”. Can’t you hear the crowds? Don’t you hear how much they adore you?” With that Iris then smoothly moved behind Jasmine and reached for her breasts, roughly grabbing and squeezing them from behind the thin cloth of her top. “It’s too bad you’re not making milk yet, “the shorter haired woman said with a pout, “We REALLY could’ve given everyone a show then.” Her face then took on a vicious grin, “Though I doubt they’ll mind what they get to see either way!”
With that, Iris grabbed the cloth of Jasmine’s top, and with one mighty pull and the sound of tearing cloth, split the fabric in two, exposing Jasmine’s now bouncing breasts to the audience. The crowd went silent for a quick moment until starting up again, with some bits of commentary echoing from the crowd.
“Look at em!”
“Where does the Sultan keep finding these girls!?”
“By the gods what I wouldn’t give to squeeze those.”
“So firm, yet they bounce so easily!”
Iris then began bouncing Jasmine’s breasts in her hands, at first using gentle upward pushed that barely made them do more than jiggle, then bouncing them quicker sending them shaking wildly before finally just smacking their underside and making Jasmine’s tits shake as if Anon were fucking her.
“Yeah! Make ‘em bounce Iris!”
“Shake em! Shake em!”
“C’mon Iris, you too! This isn’t fair to the new girl!”
At that, Iris’s grin looked like it could split her face. She then stepped out from behind Jasmine and yelled to the audience. “WELL SINCE WE HAVE A DEMAND, HOW ABOUT IT FOLKS!? ME TOO!?”
At the thunderous applause, Iris grabbed the front of her top, and took it off with one pull, showing that, to Jasmine’s utter shock at the audacity, the only thing keeping it on her at all was a tight band that went on her breasts that was connected to the top of the cloth. One good breeze would’ve flashed everyone around them long before now.
Iris then began jiggling and shaking her breasts at the audience, reveling in their cheers and adulation with each bit of movement. She massaged her breasts with audible groans as the people below egged her on further. Finally she turned back to Jasmine, and started rubbing her breasts against Jasmine’s own, the princess’ pregnant belly making it somewhat tricky, but the bandit woman persevered, their nipples hardening like diamonds as they rubbed against each other, Jasmine moaning despite herself.
“Holy crap, Iris’ pants are soaked!”
“She’s always had the exhibitionist streak.”
“You think that’s something!? Look at that Jasper girl!”
Indeed, something about this whole situation was making Jasmine’s pussy just flood with juices, juices that were now soaking through her pants much to the princess’ embarrassment and the bandit’s delight.
“WELL FOLKS,” Iris began while turning back to the crowd, “LOOKS LIKE THAT’S ONE PAIR OF PANTS THAT WON’T BE SEEING MUCH USE FROM HERE ON OUT! WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH EM!?”
“Take em off!”
“No! Tear em off!”
“Tear em off and gag her with em!”
Iris then turned back to Jasmine. “WELL YOU HEARD EM JASPER! YOU READY?!”
“No, please Iris!” Jasmine begged through tears. “Don’t do this!”
Ignoring the sobbing royalty, Iris moved to Jasmine’s side, each of her hands grabbing either the front or the back of the princess’ pants, and started strongly pulling them in opposite directions, the pants managing to maintain through the first few pulls before the telltale sign of fabric tearing was heard between the two women. With one final pull, Iris split the pants, leaving Jasmine nude for the audience to see, the princess’ fluids dripping down her legs unrestrained.
However, rather than stuff the pants in the princess’ mouth, Iris just threw them into the audience, where they were quickly torn to smaller shreds as the people desperately tried to gather them up for themselves. Iris then strode behind Jasmine, moving close enough to the bound woman that her breasts pressed against Jasmine’s back, and lowered both of her hands to the princess’ nether regions and began gently stroking just outside of Jasmine’s lower lips, causing her to shiver in delight and shame.
“Well Jasper,” Iris whispered to Jasmine as she slowly licked the other girl’s ear, “ready for the first big event?” Iris then started stroking Jasmine’s lower lips directly, causing the royal woman to moan as the bandit caressed her lips, drawing the audience’s focus back to the stage. The bandit woman then slid her fingers inside of Jasmine, slowly moving them back and forth, a slight squishing sound echoing out as the princess continued to moan and squirm in the other woman’s arms, Jasmine’s toes curling as she reached her edge.
“THOSE OF YOU IN THE FRONT ROW MAY GET WET!” Iris yelled out to the masses as she then moved her hands to Jasmine’s clit, rubbing it quickly, and causing Jasmine’s back to arch as she let out a scream before her juices sprayed out, most of it falling onto the people below.
Iris then let go of Jasmine and strode around in front of the bound princess, licking Jasmine’s juices off of her fingers the whole while. She then stopped at the edge of the platform and looked out at the masses directly below.
“HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT FOLKS, CAUSE THAT’S AS CLOSE AS ANY OF YOU ARE GONNA GET AT TASTING HER!”
“You’re so good to us Iris!”
“Ah man, knew I should’ve gotten here earlier!”
“NOW THEN!” she began again, “WHO’S READY FOR ACT TWO!?
At the endless cheering, Iris simply smiled before pulling on the ropes. Before Jasmine could ask what she was doing, the princess quickly found her body being moved around till she was facing the platform with her back to the sky; her pregnant stomach feeling like gravity was pulling it to the ground. Jasmine then looked up to see Iris unhooking the band keeping her pants up, letting them pool around her before stepping out, leaving the bandit just as nude as the princess before tossing the garment over the platform and into the audience where it quickly met the same fate as Jasmine’s pants.
Iris then moved in front of Jasmine’s face, her shaven pussy right in front of Jasmine’s lips. With a sigh and a role of her eyes, Jasmine reached her tongue out and started lapping at Iris’ folds, starting at the bottom and slowly moving up to the very edge of the bandit’s clit before moving back down.
“Oh, you’re good Jasper.” Iris moaned as she placed her hands on Jasmine’s head. She then moved forward, forcing more of Jasmine’s tongue into Iris’ snatch. “Oh yeah, now I can see why “Daisy” likes to ride your face so damn much.” Iris then began grinding her cunt into Jasmine’s face, smearing her juices onto her face and using the princess’ nose to rub her clit. “You like that don’t you princess slut? Bet you never expected you’d be licking and sucking at another bitch’s pussy in your life did you?” She then forced Jasmine’s head still as she ground against the princess’ face, Iris’ juices smearing all over Jasmine. “How do you like my smell Jasper? You should be thanking me y’know? My scent drives Anon more wild than any other. You’re gonna have to beat him back with a stick to get away from him.”
Having had enough of the lip from this lower than dirt peasant, Jasmine jerked her head up with all her might and latched her lips onto Iris’ clit and sucked it like it was a nipple, causing Iris to stiffen, and then shudder as she came hard from the sensations.
“Ah! AH! AHHGH!” Iris screamed out as she came.
Iris then collapsed onto the stage, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. As soon as she calmed down enough, she looked at Jasmine with a withering glare that only intensified at the smug look the princess had on her face.
“Oh look who thinks she’s all clever.” Iris snarled.
“Kind of hard not to Iris, considering I’M all tied up, but YOU’RE the one on the floor.” Jasmine retorted with no small amounts of arrogance in her voice.
Iris then moved to a bag that was on the stage. “Oh, don’t get too cocky princess,” she spat, “I was holding back on this given your condition, but if you’ve got this much fire in you, I think you could take it.” What Iris then pulled out of the bag made Jasmine’s pupils shrink in fear.
It was a strap-on. A much smaller one than what Urbosa had, smaller than Anon’s dick for that matter though still quite sizable, but it had what looked to be odd bumps covering the thing. As Iris shuddered as she slid half of it into herself before strapping it down, it occurred to Jasmine that she may have bitten off more than she could chew here.
“H-hey now,” Jasmine stammered in nervousness, “C’mon Iris, you don’t need to go that far do you?”
“No, I don’t.” Iris said nonchalantly as she moved the ropes again, putting Jasmine upright again, “But I’m not gonna let that stop me.”
“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’ll behave from now on, so let’s just put the strap on away and,” Jasmine was interrupted as Iris put the head of the strap on against Jasmine’s entrance. “Iris please!” Jasmine begged, “I don’t want to risk hurting the baby!”
Iris actually paused for a moment before looking the bound princess right in the eye. “What the hell kind of monster do you take me for Jasper?” She said in an outright insulted tone. “I wouldn’t be doing any of this if I thought for a moment it could hurt the kid. That’s not really my style. Plus, as much as I don’t like you, that’s Anon’s kid in your womb.” She then placed a hand on Jasmine’s belly almost lovingly. “I’d never hurt it.” She said in a surprisingly warm tone.
“Really?” Jasmine asked, hope springing from her voice.
“Really.” Iris said her voice still warm. Her face then took on a nasty grin as she grabbed Jasmine’s ass with both hands. “You, on the other hand,” her voice now carrying a mocking tone, “aren’t so lucky!” With one thrust from Iris’ hips and one pull from her hands on Jasmine’s ass, she thrust the entire thing into Jasmine right from the start, sending Jasmine’s head back sharply as the princess screeched from the intrusion.
“IRIS PLEASE!” Jasmine screamed. “PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUT!”
“Can do Princess!” Iris said smugly as she slowly started pulling the strap on out, watching as Jasmine’s face slowly relaxed. Then, just as the tip left Jasmine’s pussy, Iris slammed it back into the princess with just as much force as before.
“GGRAHGH!” Jasmine screamed as she arched her back, her breasts mashing against Iris’ own as the bandit woman gripped the princess’ ass hard, her nails digging into Jasmine’s cheeks.
“Oh what are you complaining about?” Iris asked mockingly. “I never said I wouldn’t put it BACK!” Iris then began mercilessly thrusting into Jasmine, each thrust just as hard as the first time, Jasmine jerking upward with every push.
“AH! AH! IRIS! AH! STOP!” Jasmine screamed as the bandit pummeled her cunt. That was agonizing, even Urbosa had more tenderness than this! But the bumps on the strap on! Jasmine had no idea how, but the way they were rubbing her was ensuring that she was feeling just as much pleasure as she was pain, and it was driving her mad trying to keep up with it all.
“Oh yeah!” Iris moaned out. “You like this don’t you!?” As she said that, she grabbed the back of Jasmine’s head to force the princess to look Iris right in the eyes. “You like the feel of mu custom strap-on deep in your little cunt don’t you?” Iris then shortened her thrusts, her pelvis slapping into Jasmine’s own more wildly. “Or maybe you just like the feeling of ANYTHING so much as resembling a big strong dick in you, you bitch!? I bet you’d give it up to the peasants down there if any of them could measure up to Anon!” Iris then leaned back enough so that Jasmine’s breasts could bounce more freely.
“No!” Jasmine screamed, more than a little horrified at the thought, her breasts bouncing wildly to Iris’ thrusting. “No I wouldn’t…”
“Bullshit!” Iris yelled out as her arms moved to the ropes again. Before Jasmine knew it, her legs had been freed, and she had unconiouscly wrapped her legs around Iris waist, forcing the bandit into small, rapid thrusting, the sounds of their fucking echoing out in a series on rapid squishing and slaps as their hips met over and over again. “See!? You won’t even let me go now! I bet the only thing stopping you from offering yourself up to the audience is that they can’t reach you!”
“Y-you’re wrong Iris!” Jasmine gasped out. “I, oh! I know I’ll have to go back home! B-but I’ll always be Anon’s woman no matter what! He, oh yes, he only has to ask and I’ll gladly spread my legs for him! As faaAAHr as I’m concerned, fucking one of his harem is just a way to fill the tttYYYME until he can fill me again!”
At that, Iris smiled again, but this one seemed almost proud. “That’s just the answer I wanted Jasper. With that, Iris went all out, her hips almost blurring as she proceeded to fuck Jasmine as quickly as possible, the princess’ face lost in pleasure as the bandit went wild.
Before too much longer, both Jasmine and Iris screamed together as they reached orgasm, Iris’ hips slamming into Jasmine’s one last time as a puddle of their collective juices pooled around them both, finally ending with Iris slumping limply against Jasmine, her head on the princess’ shoulder as the two desperately tried to catch their breath, sweat from physical exhaustion and the desert heat dripping down their skin.
Eventually, Iris finally managed to get enough of her wits back to speak again.
“Well your majesty (Huff, huff) welcome to the harem for as long as you’re here.” Jasmine then felt Iris lift her head off her. “So Anon, how did you like the show?” Jasmine’s eyes widened at those words.
“I gotta say Iris,” Jasmine heard Anon’s voice from behind her, “you always know how to put on a great performance.” Jasmine then felt the familiar grip of Anon’s hands on her hips as his pants covered erection ground against her firm ass. “How about you ”Jasper”? Did you have fun here?”
Jasmine blushed heavily as her face turned downward in shame. “Yeah. Yeah I did.” And it was true. She wasn’t certain how, but between Iris’ taunting and rough treatment, the audience below gazing upon her but never being allowed to touch her, it was all just so…wonderful.
Anon just smiled as he untied Jasmine and gently lowered her to the platform they stood on. “Well you and Iris had your fun.” He said with mirth. “Time to pack it in then.” As he turned around he was stopped by Jasmine lunging at his waist, her hand wrapping around his hard, cloth covered erection.
“Please Anon…”Jasmine whimpered. “I…I’m not satisfied yet… I need you too…”
At that, Iris then turned to the crowd, “WELL WHAT DO YOU SAY FOLKS!? JASPER WANTS OUR BELOVED SULTAN’S DICK! SHOULD HE OBLIGE HER HERE AND NOW!?”
The audience went absolutely apeshit at that offer.
“YEAH! DO IT!”
“FUCK HER BRAINS OUT SULTAN!”
“C’MON! WE’VE GOTTEN THIS FAR!”
With that, Anon let out a small shrug as he turned towards Jasmine, his erection pointed right at her face. “Well,” he began nonchalantly as his hands went to the waistline of his pants, “never let it be said I’m a ruler who ignores his subject’s wishes.” He then dropped his pants, his erect dick bobbing right in front of Jasmine who quickly wrapped her lips around it, deepthroating it right from the start, her mouth reaching the base with one thrust. Jasmine then started jerking her head back and forth as she facefucked herself on Anon’s cock, sucking and moaning all the while.
“Holy shit.” Iris gasped out at the sight. “She was really wanting you Anon.”
“Hmmm.” Anon groaned out in pleasure before grabbing the back of Jasmine’s head while she was at the base of his member, whereupon the princess just started sucking and gagging on his dick. “Urg.” Anon moaned. “Princess, as much as I appreciate the enthusiasm, I DO have things to do today. Perhaps we can get right to the main event here?” He then let go of her head, leading to Jasmine slowly moving her mouth off of Anon, and pouting after removing his cock completely.
“Fine.” The princess whined as Anon laid down on his back while Jasmine positioned herself above him, aiming his member into her entrance. “But I expect you to make it up to me later.” Jasmines then fell onto Anon, his dick entering her in one smooth go. “Ohhhh!” she moaned in bliss, “I’ll never get used to how well you fit me!” She then started moving up and down, moaning all the while.
“Heh.” Anon chuckled as his hands moved onto Jasmine, one grabbing one of her now bouncing breasts, the other gently rubbing her pregnant belly. “And I’ll never get used to how tight you are. Honestly, you’re nothing short of a vice princess.” His face then split into a smile as both of his hands then moved to Jasmine’s asscheeks, spreading them wide. “And I think something else you won’t be getting used to is about to happen.”
“Huh?” Jasmine uttered in confusion. “What are you talking aboooooOOOWW! What the hell!?” Jasmine turned her head around as far as she could to see that Iris had taken up behind her and was slowly forcing her (Thankfully still slick with Jasmine’s juices) strapon into Jasmine’s ass. “IRIS!?” Jasmine shrieked as her face contorted with pain, “What the fuck are you doing!?”
“Sorry princess!” Iris said in a tone that indicated that sorry wasn’t even close to what she was feeling. “I couldn’t just let you two have all the fun like this!” Iris then thrust her hips forward, fully entering Jasmine, and pushing her forward.” Just relax!” The bandit cooed as she grabbed hold of the princess’ long hair. “You might like it!” The bandit then began thrusting into Jasmine, her hips slapping into the princess’ ass while pulling on her hair for better leverage.
Anon meanwhile started thrusting upwards into Jasmine’s cunt, spurred on by the feeling of Iris’ strapon rubbing against his member, his hands returning to Jasmine’s hips to give him better leverage to thrust into her.
Poor Jasmine could only lean forward, her hands resting on the ground on each side of Anon’s head as the Sultan and his first harem girl thrust into her, causing the princess’ mind to go completely blank from pleasure, her body jerking with each thrust as the two alternated who was inside her at any given moment. The trio’s slapping and moaning echoing out into the crowd of people who continued to watch, enthralled by the sight.
“Ah! AH! AH!” Jasmine screamed as her body shook. “I can’t…my body can’t…oh Allah this is WONDERFUL!” She then leaned down and latched her lips onto Anon’s, moaning as an orgasm wracked her body. As she came down from her high, Anon returned his hands to Jasmine’s ass and planted his feet on the platform and slowly began rising upwards. Iris, recognizing what he was doing, grabbed hold of Jasmine’s tits and began rising with him, eventually leaving the princess suspended in the air from their collective grip and sandwiched between the two.
Iris and Anon then resumed their fucking, but this time completely in synque with each other rather than alternating, ach thrust causing Jasmine’s body shaking on their combined impact.
“Just! About! There!” Iris grunted out on every thrust, her and Anon picking up speed at a rapid pace.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, YES!” Anon shouted on his thrusts.
“Cum in me!” Jasmine moaned out. “Cum in my, cum on me, I don’t care! JUST CUM WITH ME!”
With one final thrust, the trio came as one, their screaming and moaning echoing out, their juices all but coating the area under them as Jasmine finally passed out from the exhaustion she’d been put through. After Anon and Iris pulled out of the exhausted princess and gently lowered her to the ground, both passionately kissing her afterwards, which Jasmine unconsciously returned, they turned out to the masses.
“SO WHAT DID YOU THINK FOLKS!?” Iris yelled out. “WAS THAT A SHOW OR WHAT!?”
The audience cheered out for a good minute before finally dispersing, everyone talking amongst themselves.
“Gotta tell ya, this was one of the hotter shows yet!”
“Gonna have fun dreams tonight!”
“Oh man, really wish I could’ve gotten a part of their pants.”
Anon then sat down on the platform and stared at the sleeping princess where Iris then snuggled up to him, breathing in his scent deeply. Before too long he turned to the scarred bandit. “You know she’s not going to replace any of you right? None of you could replace any of you.”
Iris just sighed as she snuggled deeper into Anon’s arms. “I know, but I can’t help it you know? It really should be me.”
Anon just rubbed Iris’ back as he looked contemplative. Before too long he realized what he had to ask. “So why Jasper of all names?”
Iris giggled before answering, “I dunno. Just seemed funny at the time.”
All Anon could do was smile at that. It really kind of was.
End
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GOOD GRAVY but this was a long one! = I hope you lot enjoyed the crap outta that.
Now, some of you may be wondering why I didn’t let the audience participate in that and turn it into a gangbang or an orgy. Fact of the matter is, while I CAN appreciate both a gangbang and an orgy, a big point of this whole thing was to break Jasmine down into becoming Anon’s personal fucktoy. Why on Earth would you go to all that trouble, just to whore her out to other men!? I see that all the time in hentai and it’s never made any sense to me.
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