Hello new board!
I am very close to finally finishing this story and will post it here over the rest of this week. I hope you all enjoy.
-dnld
Part I
The lady-in-waiting walked quickly down the halls of the palace, the small taps from her slippers touching the marbled echoed against the stone walls and stucco pillars. Though her steps were measured with years of practice, her trepidation grew with each step. Her Majesty would not like the message she carried at all and the lady-in-waiting's heart mourned for the bright, young girl that Her Majesty once was.
Once she reached the large oaken door, she readied herself with a deep breath before sharply rapping her knuckles against the door in her precise rhythm.
"Enter!", called the melodious voice of Her Majesty, the Queen Jasmine.
The lady-in-waiting's heart sank a bit as she heard the tones of happiness and hope that were soon to be dashed once again. She hastily entered and firmly closed the door behind her. Seated at her gilt-edged vanity was the Queen, brushing her long, luminous black hair to its perfect shine. The Queen was clad in her standard royal attire. Long, loose, light blue pants that seemed to flow freely but be form fitting to her shapely legs at the same time and with a waist line that had a small V in which revealed her perfect belly button and naturally drew the eye towards the royal holiest of holies. Above the pants was a slim, feminine, and perfect torso which allowed a proud display of the Queen's light brown skin. And above that was the perfectly cropped, light blue top, held up by shoulder straps which the princess always slid down to her upper arms. The top encased one of the most spectacular set of breasts in the kingdom, but only a select few had ever been allowed to see them.
The Queen sought her lady-in-waiting's eyes from the mirror and expectantly waited for the message from her husband, the Sultan Aladdin. The lady-in-waiting spoke quickly, not wanting to be accused of hiding information from her master.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, His Highness sends his regrets that he will not be able to dine with you this evening because he must attend to matters of state."
Jasmine tried to hide her disappointment but it was no use to hide it from someone so familiar with her. She barely avoided tears as she thought about the journey that brought her to this state. Jasmine and Aladdin had been married for over two years. The first year of their marriage was happiness itself. They were young, care-free and madly in love. They traveled the kingdom and made love whenever they could, both finding joy and curiosity in exploring the other's body. But then, shortly after the celebrations for their second anniversary, Jasmine's father, the Sultan, suddenly passed away, and Aladdin was thrust into power.
Now the weight of the entire kingdom fell on the young man's shoulders. For someone who had learned how to survive by stealing from street vendors and running from palace guards, he was now Sultan of the Kingdom of Agrabah and he needed to acquire a great deal of knowledge in a short amount of time if he was to rule effectively. Accomplishing this task meant he had to spend more and more time away from his beloved wife. In the beginning, Jasmine took pride that Aladdin wanted to be a good ruler for the people. But her pride began to dissolve into frustration as he seemed to spend a suspicious amount of time on "matters of state." Her father had been Sultan for many years, yet he somehow always managed to make time for his only daughter, why couldn't Aladdin make the same commitment?
"And what, exactly, were these matters of state that were so urgent?", the Queen asked in a voice that dripped with acid.
The lady-in-waiting visibly gulped. This was the part of the message that she dreaded relaying the most. "I do not know, My Queen, the Chief Courtesan would not disclose that to me."
Jasmine's eyes narrowed angrily. The Chief Courtesan, of course! That bitch, she bitterly thought to herself. Of the many tasks inherited by Aladdin, the one that vexed Jasmine the most was that he now had to manage the Royal Harem led by the chief courtesan Min, an exotic beauty who was gifted to the previous Sultan by the Chinese Yuan emperor. The woman was rumored to be a distant relative of the emperor. Her royal blood, exotic beauty, and clever wit made her an immediate favorite within the harem. Also a gifted lover, she used her sexual abilities to vault over other senior courtesans to become the head of the harem and senior advisor to the old Sultan as she used her astute observational abilities and brilliant mind to learn and navigate palace politics and provide the Sultan advice on the outside world. In fact, the rumor was that the old man died while in the throes of passion with his favorite mistress. With the Sultan now gone, Min ingratiated herself with the handsome and naive Aladdin, slowly manipulating him and monopolizing his time to the point he barely had time for Jasmine.
The Queen stood up and began to pace her large chamber in dismay. She was losing her husband and there was nothing she could do about it. She wondered if she was to spend the rest of her life like this, just trapped in an elaborate prison just as she was before she met her husband.
The lady-in-waiting took a tentative step forward and decided the Queen needed to hear something else. "The rumors grow stronger, Your Majesty."
The Queen looked up, taking her hands away from her face which were now streaked in tears. "What rumors?", she demanded.
Another step forward. "That the Chief Courtesan schemes to father a child with the Sultan and leave you powerless."
Hearing that broke something within Jasmine. She walked out onto the balcony of her bedroom and looked at the Kingdom where she had lived her whole life and still knew so little about. She looked down from high above and contemplated how easy it would be if she just leaned over a few inches and ended her misery. But at that time, she felt a soft brush of fur stroke against her hand. Her eyes moved toward the source of that wonderful feeling and saw it was her pet tiger, Rajah. The tiger had been with her since she was a baby, a gift given to her by her father after a trip to India. Rajah was her best, most steadfast friend, and one of the last links she had to her beloved father. She vowed to make him proud.
With newfound resolve, Jasmine turned on her heels and marched back into her bedroom. She snapped a series of orders.
"Draw a bath!"
"Have my body perfumed."
"Arrange an interview with the Royal Courtesan immediately!"
The lady-in-waiting's eyes opened wide at the last command, worried about its implications. But she dashed out of the room and relayed the Queen's orders to the other maids before she made her way to the Harem. It didn't take long for her to receive an answer and she hurried back to the Queen's chamber with a different type of trepidation growing inside of her.
She entered the Queen's chamber, happy to see that her instructions were carried out efficiently and correctly. The Queen lazed luxuriously inside the bubble bath while she was expertly bathed by two serving girls.
The Queen's eyes opened when she heard the lady-in-waiting enter and waited for the response from the Harem.
"The Chief Courtesan has agreed to meet you tonight in two hours but humbly requests the Queen's presence in the Harem itself due to other matters that require her immediate attention."
Jasmine didn't hesitate, "Tell her my answer is yes." The lady-in-waiting hurried out of the door again to relay the message.
Two hours later, Jasmine's bath was complete and her naked body perfumed with heavenly scents. She wore her standard attire and walked with purpose, her lady-in-waiting two steps behind, to the front door of the Harem which was usually manned by one of the Palace Guards. Tonight, there was no one. Interesting. Her lady-in-waiting knocked on the door and it was immediately opened by her counterpart within the Harem. A beautiful courtesan with jet-black hair and clothes that were so translucent there was almost no point in wearing them.
Jasmine's face grew red at the bold display of nakedness and it dawned on her that she had never entered the Harem before. Her confidence shrank a bit as she realized she was about to walk into a world in which she had no experience.
The courtesan stepped back from the door to allow the Queen to enter but raised her hand when the lady-in-waiting tried to follow. "Forgive me", she said in an apologetic tone, "Only the Queen is invited into this sanctum."
The lady-in-waiting stopped without hesitation. The rules of who was and was not allowed into this sanctum were sacrosanct and no violations were permitted. The Queen followed the courtesan and almost jumped at the heavy sound of the door slamming shut. She looked around with wide eyes as if she entered into an alien world.
The room was massive and covered in red stone. Sunlight streamed in from high above and strategically placed reflective surfaces provided further light. The richly carpeted floors absorbed the sounds of their footfalls and added to the feeling that they were not in the Palace anymore. There were a multitude of chambers, all of them covered by massive intricately latticed stone works which only provided a glimpse of the activities occurring within. Jasmine couldn't be sure, but she wondered if she saw naked bodies writhing together inside of those chambers.
She kept walking further in until they were past the chambers and walked into a cavernous room. In front of Jasmine was a long, narrow rug that led directly to a slightly raised dais on which was an overstuffed divan. On that divan sat the exotic beauty herself, the head of the Royal Harem, the Chief Courtesan, Min.
Jasmine almost gasped. The only people she ever saw were those who attended on her, and her own image in a mirror. She knew that she herself was considered beautiful, but until this day, she had never seen a vision that equaled her own looks. Min was perfect. Her pale skin was wonderfully tanned by the Arabian sun. Her jet-black hair flowed straight and framed a gorgeous face which held almond shaped eyes, an aristocratic nose, and a red, sensuous mouth. Her body was clothed in a series of bright, sheer linens that were strategically placed to both hide and display her spectacular body.
The Queen was surprised to feel her breath shorten and her body react strangely in the presence of this exotic creature. Strange thoughts began to fill her head and for the first time in her life, she wondered what another woman would look like naked.
The Chief Courtesan haughtily sat on the divan and inwardly smiled as she could clearly read the thoughts running through the Queen's head. Her inscrutable eyes examined the Queen's body for the first time and she had to admit that Jasmine's form was almost equal to her own. Her own desire to conquer the Queen's body grew within her. A plan hatched in her head about how to proceed.
"You honor us with your presence, Majesty. Please, tell me how I can be of service."
Jasmine took a deep breath and willed herself to speak. "I humbly come to you, as one woman to another, and request that you allow my husband and I some time to ourselves. The duties of the kingdom are great, as are your own, and I can help alleviate those stresses for both of you."
Min leaned back a bit and pretended to process the Queen's words before she replied, "I am a mere servant to His Majesty, My Queen, and have no control of how he spends his time. If you think he is spending too much time in the Royal Harem, it is likely only because that is what he wishes. It is no surprise that he feels we can offer services that you cannot."
The Queen's eyes flashed at the implied insult and her tone conveyed her anger, "What do you mean services that I cannot? And enough of this 'we', I know that it's you that's behind all of this, whore."
Min stood up, walked down the steps, down the carpet until she was less than a foot away from Jasmine. From up close, the two women could smell each other's perfume, they could feel the other's body heat, and sense a strange, erotic connection between them. "I may be a whore, but it's not my fault that your husband can't get enough of how I fuck. Maybe if you were better in bed, he wouldn't be spending so much time here."
Jasmine took one step forward, the two of them now dangerously close to each other. A crowd of gorgeous women, in various states of undress, had now formed as word spread throughout the Harem of the blooming confrontation between Chief Courtesan and Queen.
"That's not true, slut. You're trying to steal him because without him, you're worried you'll be in a back alley somewhere."
Min smiled as her trap was finally set, now to move in for the kill. "Oh, so you think you're a better lover than me, is that it?"
Jasmine smiled, "I don't think it, I know it."
"Well, then I say you prove it. Right here, right now. I challenge you to a sexfight."
Jasmine felt like her brain and mouth were parts of two separate bodies. Her lips said "I accept" before her mind could scream, "Wait!". She listened in a slight daze as the courtesan explained the rules of a sexfight and she relaxed more when she learned that violence played no role. It was just competitive sex which was intimidating enough for a woman who had only ever had sex with one person. Min could see the predictable thoughts running through the Queen's head. She had seen it all before, the aggrieved housewife who had no idea what a sexfight was, or had any other sexual experience except with her husband, but willing to fight to keep her man.
Min reached her hand out for the Queen's. They moaned slightly at the electric sparks that formed when hot skin touched hot skin. Their slender fingers briefly slid against each other before they interlocked and their palms met. Their hands fit together perfectly and they did everything they could to stifle the growing lust within their bodies. Min led Jasmine away from the red carpet and to another section of the cavernous room. The crowd that circled them respectfully parted but reformed as they passed and began to follow. It dawned on Jasmine that this sexfight would be performed in front of an audience.
As they walked, doubts began to creep into Jasmine's brain. What was she doing? Was she out of her mind? She had never had sex with a woman and her first time was going to be in a competition against the Chief Courtesan?
But another part of her mind quickly fell prey to her body's physical needs. It had been so long since she'd been touched in her most intimate places by a hand that wasn't hers. So long since she felt the soft, warm caress of another hand in hers. Her nipples were as stiff as she could ever remember and she could feel a dampness between her legs begin to form. Also, she suspected there was just something about this exotic beauty that affected her this way.
After walking for about 20 feet, Min finally stopped when they approached what was clearly their final destination. On the floor, lay a huge circle of comfortable bedding material, linen, silks, blankets, comforters, that piled to about a foot high. The circle was bordered by colorful cushions and all together, the arena comprised a bed much larger than anything Jasmine had seen in her life. Min released the Queen's hand, stepped over the cushions, and made her way to the center.
"This is where all the girls go for our...larger gatherings. The Sultan particularly likes this place."
That little taunt angered Jasmine and reminded her why she was there in the first place. She gingerly stepped over the cushion and almost tripped as her foot did not expect to encounter unsolid ground. She regained her balance but not before being subject to the snickers from the rest of the Harem which had now completely gathered around the circle. She glared at them and issued a command of "Silence!" which quickly made them stop. The ladies knew that even though they were protected by their chief, the Queen was still a powerful figure in her own right.
Jasmine made her way to the center until she stood less than two feet from her enemy. They stared into each other's eyes for a good ten seconds, one pair filled with cool dismissal while the other was filled with hate and rage.
Min made the first move and gracefully shed the linens that covered her body, one by one. Hypnotized, Jasmine watched as more and more of the courtesan's creamy, unblemished skin came into full view until the Asian beauty stood proudly nude. It took all of Jasmine's willpower to not react. Min's body was almost equal to her own. Her magnificent breasts stood tall and proud and were topped with a pair of nipples tailor made for a pair of lips to suck. Her pussy lips were puffy and separated by a line almost begging to be penetrated by a tongue.
"I believe it's your turn, My Queen", Min said in that arrogant voice of hers.
The words snapped Jasmine out of her reverie and awkwardly she began to reach for her clothes. Her hands stopped halfway, one headed for her top, one headed for her pants. She looked down in embarrassment. She had never undressed herself before, her helpers had always done that. Even when getting naked with Aladdin, he had always done the honors.
Min immediately understood. She snapped her fingers and pointed to two of her more senior courtesans. They quickly arrived and expertly began to remove the Queen's top and bottoms. An involuntary moan escaped Jasmine's lips as she felt the warmth of their bodies so close to hers and their practiced fingertips graze her bare skin. She yelped when the one behind her, focused on removing her top, reached under the cups of her top and gave her nipples a quick pinch. She moaned when the one responsible for her pants, after pulling them down, traced the edge of her fingernail up the inside of the Queen's leg, traced the line up through her pussy, and gave her clit a quick flick.
Both women gave her looks filled with mischief and lust and those did nothing to quell the rising horniness within her.
Now Min and Jasmine stood in the center of the circle, fully nude. One cool and confident, the other scared out of her mind. It had been the first time that the Queen's nakedness was there to observe for so many people. A little bit of pride crept into her as she heard murmurs of approval ripple through the audience. Even Min looked impressed!
They stared at each other for an interminable amount of time before a voice called out from the audience, "Begin!"
Part II
Once again, Jasmine had no idea what to do. Naturally, she looked to Min for guidance and was relieve when the Asian beauty held her arms out and step forward. As if she was in a trance, Jasmine mirrored her adversary. The back of her mind told her to just do what was done to her and she would be fine.
Their beautiful bodies met. Soft hot skin pressed together and caused them both to emit a small moan of pleasure. Min grabbed the back of the Queen's head and gently pulled. Jasmine closed her eyes but saw stars explode as her lips met head on with Min's full mouth. It was wet, warm, sticky, and wonderful. She smelled hints of different spices from the courtesan's makeup that added an extra patina of eroticism to the kiss.
Jasmine lost all conscious thought and moved solely on instinct. She wrapped her arms fully behind Min's bare back and crushed her body completely with the Asian's. Louder moans escaped their lips when their tits met and their nipples scraped together. Once the mating of their bodies became complete, the Queen lost the last shred of her modesty. Her hands began to roam and explore Min's wonderful body. Her fingers traced down the toned back and couldn't get enough of squeezing and kneading the hard muscle of the courtesan's fantastic ass.
Min was impressed by the sexual power that resided within the Queen's body. It was fortunate that the Queen had practically no sexual experience or this would have been a much tougher contest. She delighted in exploring the Queen's body and used her fingers to expertly probe Jasmine's form to find her sensitive points that could be exploited later.
Both women sank to their knees onto the bedding and, if possible, held each other tighter. Their tongues entered the fray and they were soon french kissing with abandon. The courtesan wrapped her hand around the thick braid of Jasmine's hair and lightly pulled. Jasmine was too preoccupied with the kiss and other sensations coursing through her body to care she was being maneuvered onto her back. When her body softly landed on the bedding, the two of them broke their kiss.
Min gave the prone woman her most seductive smile, the one that had conquered men, women, kings, and queens and Jasmine was just now her latest victim. The Queen, still in a haze from the passion of her make out session looked up at Min in almost a dreamlike state.
"Just relax Your Highness, and let me introduce you to a whole new world."
The courtesan proceeded to lower her head and exchanged several light kisses with Jasmine. She then let her lips travel south and make sure to touch and taste every inch of the Queen's jawline, neck, and clavicle. The kisses got deeper and more urgent as they made their way to the base of her mountainous tits. Jasmine's moans echoed throughout the room as Min's magical tongue worked wonders on her body and she squirmed relentlessly under the courtesan's spell. Min took her precious time on the Queen's wonderful breasts, so close in perfection to her own. She kissed and ran her tongue over the firm skin. She joyously licked and sucked on the Queen's rock hard nipples.
Jasmine was close to hyperventilating and passing out from all of this. It had been so, so long since she had been touched like this and she never remembered it being this good with Aladdin. Her pussy was now completely soaked and ached with need. She yearned for the feel of Min's talented tongue on her aching, needy pussy.
The Asian knew the Queen was now putty in her hands. She could smell the Queen's arousal and it took all of her willpower to not dive her head into her slick cunt. She kept her pace and kissed her way down the toned and taut midriff. She swirled her tongue in Jasmine's perfectly sexy navel which was good enough to elicit another couple of moans. She extended her tongue and swept it up and down between the juncture of the Queen's legs. She mercilessly teased the Queen by only giving light kisses to her pouty pussy lips and only circling around her throbbing cunt.
Jasmine finally had enough. "JUST LICK MY PUSSY ALREADY, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!"
Yes, Your Majesty, Min thought to herself and immediately pursed her lips around the Queen's clit and greedily sucked on the nub.
"AARRGGG!!!!", screamed the Queen as the biggest orgasm of her life seized and ripped through her body. Her hands shot forward to tightly hold Min's head in place. Her back arched and thrusted her proud tits in the air as Min's talented tongue drew one earth-shattering orgasm after another.
After several minutes of ceaseless pleasure, Jasmine finally came down off her high enough to realize she needed to release her hands from Min's head. The courtesan greedily kissed her way up the Queen's body until their lips and bodies crushed together once more and they entered into another long, deep kiss. Jasmine's mind went wild as she tasted another type of liquid in Min's mouth and found herself strangely excited when she realized it was her own cum. The two wrapped their arms around each other in no hurry to stop kissing.
Finally, the need for oxygen was too much and they both broke the kiss for the need of air. Min took a quick gulp of breath before she lowered her head and began to place a series of kisses on the Queen's body once again. With their bodies tied so closely together, Min could feel the energy and power that resided within the royal. It was a shame, Jasmine clearly possessed sexual power, but it was clear she had no idea how to wield it.
The courtesan kissed her way over to the side of the Queen's head until it met one of her ears. She extended her tongue and gave a quick lick inside which caused the Queen to shudder once again. Min opened her lips, which were just millimeters from the Queen's ear, "Now you see why he wants me and not you."
That comment made Jasmine's blood boil and she looked up to glare at Min with hate that came from every fiber of her being. A part of her was also ashamed at letting her sexual urges get the best of her and make her forget why she was here. Min smiled gleefully at the raw emotion. Victory always tasted sweeter when she defeated someone who really hated her.
The courtesan subtly maneuvered her lower body so that, without Jasmine knowing, she had split the Queen's legs into opposite directions leaving her sopping, wet pussy dangerously exposed. Now, without warning, she slammed her own soaked pussy into the Queen's vulnerable cunt.
"OHH..", the Queen's moans were instantly shut off when Min's mouth clamped onto her own and engaged her in another tongue-tying kiss.
Jasmine was in trouble and she knew it. Her arms flailed for several seconds before the courtesan gracefully took hold of both of them and held them above the Queen's head. Jasmine was now completely pinned to the bedding and was being sexually dominated by Min.
The Asian beauty's mind reeled as she took in the sensations of rubbing her tits, pussy, and every other inch of her body against that of the amazing Queen's. They kissed hard and deep, and writhed their bodies together in unadulterated passion. Despite the passion and the innate sexual power that lie within the Queen, the experienced Min's mind remained clear and in charge.
Try as she might, Jasmine's willpower failed her. The various smells of pussy, musk, and perfumes combined with the feeling of sweat and cum was enough to make her surrender to the desire to cum.
"OH NO!!!!", shrieked a humiliated Queen as numerous powerful orgasms chained through her at a rapid pace. Min hammered Jasmine's pussy relentlessly, not offering any quarter or respite from the unceasing pleasure. The Asian beauty attached her lips to the Queen's neck and kissed and licked at all the sensitive spots she had already discovered in their short time together. Those ministrations did not add any more orgasms for the Queen but they heightened the pleasure curve of each eruption that cascaded through the defeated Jasmine's body.
After many, many minutes of this display of awesome sexual prowess, Min went for the kill. She reared her ass back high enough so all of her retinue could see her give a little wiggle. Everyone roared in approval as they knew what came next. With stunning speed and power, the courtesan slammed her pussy into Jasmine's.
"Oooohhhh", Jasmine moaned as she felt a huge well of pleasure rise up within. She moaned again when Min slammed their pussies together a second time and her lust rose once more. This promised to be the biggest orgasm yet. In her mind, she had already accepted defeat. Now all that mattered was to feel the euphoric high that no one had given her before.
But it didn't come.
"NO!!!", the Queen shrieked in agony as she felt the warmth of Min's touch fade from her body. Min had released her and now sat on her knees, with her feet neatly tucked under her ass, some 10 feet away on the bedding as if she was waiting for her afternoon tea service. She stared at the Queen with unparalleled arrogance.
"Beg me", she commanded.
Jasmine's eyes grew wide in horror and desire. Her pussy dripped. Her tits and pussy were swollen to the point of bursting. Despite her hatred for Min the only thing her clouded mind could focus on was the need for Min's body to be back where it belonged. She sat up on her knees.
"Please...", she begged weakly, the word coming out more as a croak.
"Please...what?"
A flicker of pride flared up within Jasmine but it quickly vanished as a new pang of desire rose within her. Tears started to form in her eyes, she couldn't believe she was now reduced to this.
"Please...I...beg you...fuck me."
Min nodded in satisfaction. However, it wasn't enough.
"My apologies, Your Majesty, I believe that when someone begs, they must crawl and prostrate themselves first before making their request."
The tears flowed freely now for the thoroughly defeated and dejected Queen. Without hesitation, she leaned forward to get on her hands and knees. Approval of the Queen's meaty tits, hanging like bowling balls suspended in the air, and her shapely ass rippled through the audience as they watched the humiliated monarch show their chief the proper respect. Droplets of tears, sweat, and cum plopped onto the bedding as the Queen crawled with agonizing slowness to Mia before she finally got close enough to lay before her.
"Please, Chief Courtesan, I beg you to fuck me."
Min smiled widely and happily, he victory finally complete. She extended her hand and used her little finger to lift the Queen's head by the chin so they could look eye to eye.
"Do you know what's better than a Queen who begs? Saying no to a Queen who begs."
The tears flowed again as Jasmine felt her humiliation was now complete. Little did she know it was not quite done yet. Min continued to speak.
"You will now leave this chamber as you are: a crawling, begging, whore. And if you think about coming back to challenge me again, just remember this is what happens to those who do. Now get out."
The Queen's pride was so defeated that she accepted the order and insult without hesitation. Back on her hands and knees she turned towards the direction from which she came and began to crawl. At first, the crowd was silent as it parted for her to leave. But soon, a growing cacophony of catcalls, whistles, and ululations began to echo throughout the chamber as the rest of the harem taunted the defeated Queen who was a blubbering mess by the time she got to the door.
Standing outside of the door was the lady-in-waiting who instantly judged from the sounds of derision from within the chamber that her Queen did not fare well. She saw the door open and the sight was pitiful. A crying, blubbering, crawling, humiliated, defeated, and naked Jasmine. The lady-in-waiting acted quickly and wrapped the Queen in a large blanket which she had retrieved from the Queen's chamber because some innate instinct told her its presence might be necessary.
The lady-in-waiting helped the Queen stand up after wrapping her in the blanket and escorted her monarch back to her chamber. Once they made the long walk back, the lady-in-waiting led the Queen to the bed and helped her get under the covers. She immediately went to draw a bath for the Queen but was rebuked by a loud shriek of, "Just get out of here and leave me alone!!!"
Fearfully, the lady-in-waiting ran for the door to exit the room, her heart bursting with sadness, the sobs of the Queen the last thing she heard before she closed the door.
Once she heard the door close, Jasmine's wails grew louder and she shuddered harder under the covers. She cried about everything that she had lost, about everything she never had, and, worst of all, she cried because she never got that last orgasm from Min. The realization hit her like a sudden ton of bricks that it temporarily stalled her tears. Her mind filled with images from the last hour of unceasing pleasure at the hands of the Asian beauty and self-loathing began to fill her as she snaked one hand down to her pussy and the other to one of her tits.
Jasmine gasped loudly as she felt her nipple and clit were rock hard. She expertly rubbed herself, flicked, teased, and pulled on her nubs, images of the Chief Courtesan flooding her mind, until she exploded in a gusher of cum. She moaned in despair when it was done and cried herself softly to sleep.
Part III
The incessant metallic ringing finally stirred her out of her slumber. Daylight streamed between Jasmine's barely open eyelids as she groggily tried to ascertain the source of the sound. At first, she assumed it was the sky because her vision was filled with a brilliant blue. But then the fog began to clear and she could see that the blue was actually the skin of an incredibly large man who sported an old-fashioned alarm clock on his head which was the source of the clamor.
When her eyes were fully open, the clock transformed into a friendly, smiling face that sported a thin goatee. The surprise visitor spoke, "How ya doin' kid?"
Jasmine's eyes opened wide in recognition and happiness. "Genie!", she exclaimed happily and shed her blanket to run and give her old friend a hug. Such was the Queen's ecstasy that she forgot she had no clothes. Genie immediately saw and he turned his eyelids into a set of slatted window blinds that were kept tightly closed. Jasmine laughed at the nod towards modesty and immediately ran to the bathroom to fetch a robe.
Once she was covered, she walked over to the Genie and pulled on the string of each blind that covered Genie's eyes to assure him it was okay to look. "What are you doing here?", she inquired.
"When we heard that you were in some kind of trouble, we got here as fast as we could."
"We?", asked a surprised Jasmine. Suddenly, she saw a blur of purple as she was enveloped in a warm coil of wool. "Carpet!", she screamed gleefully as her other old friend, Aladdin's Magic Carpet flew around the room in happiness at this reunion.
Once greetings were fully exchanged, Jasmine opened her mouth to speak but the large hand of Genie's covered it. "No! No! No ma'am!", he bellowed, "If we're going to do this, we're going to do this right!"
Immediately, the room began to rapidly transform into a series of different venues. The set of a late night talk show complete with audience. A Catholic confessional inside of an old Gothic church. A campfire under the stars. And a psychologist's office, complete with couch. A bewildered Jasmine finally had enough. "Genie!", she scolded.
The blue creature's eyes popped out of his head in recognition that he had gone overboard. He immediately conjured a bench so they could comfortably sit next to each other and talk. Genie sympathetically placed an arm around Jasmine's shoulder and said, "What happened, kid? You and Al used to be so happy."
The Queen placed her head in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably. This time, with the presence of her dear friend, the tears were cathartic and she managed to spell out what happened. Every. Last. Detail.
When Jasmine had finished, she cried her last tear and looked gratefully towards Genie to express her appreciation. But Genie's face was now replaced with a bashful and embarrassed giant beet that seemed to grow a brighter shade of red every few seconds.
"Genie!", she playfully admonished, her mood now so fully restored that she could find humor in her friend's obvious discomfort. Even Magic Carpet was scrunched up in the corner, it's gold tassels covering its face.
Jasmine continued to tease, "For a creature with such awesome magical powers, you sure are a prude." That's when sudden inspiration struck her. "Magical powers! Genie! You can help me defeat Min!"
Unsurprisingly, Genie freaked out. He immediately exploded into a giant fireworks show inside of the Queen's chamber that concluded with the giant letters of N and O. Jasmine's eyes began to water again as her raised hopes were so suddenly dashed. Genie quickly realized his error and returned to his normal form before he tried to comfort his friend again.
"Hey, hey kid, it's okay. It's not that I don't want to help, it's that I can't. I'm not the Genie for the type of magic you're looking for." Jasmine's ears perked up at those last words, "Then how do I find the Genie for that type of magic?"
Genie immediately admonished himself and zipped his mouth shut. Jasmine grabbed the slider and unzipped his mouth. "Spill it", she commanded.
"Okay fine! But it means you have to wander the desert and find the Cave of Wonders!"
The Queen was intrigued. She had heard so much about this mysterious cave but never thought she would ever get a chance to go in herself. But something didn't make sense. "Aladdin said that yours was the only lamp in the Cave."
The blue creature shrugged. "It's a big cave, trust me, it's there."
"So what do I do? How do I find it?"
The Genie's head turned the bright shade of red as his embarrassment showed again. "Please, please! Don't make me tell you!!", he begged. But then he continued his own argument, as one Genie became two, that stood behind podiums and began to engage in a presidential-style debate.
"She's your friend, it's your duty, even if you think it's weird!"
"She could get hurt, or worse, and this was all TMI anyways!"
Finally, the whole scene disappeared in a poof and a light bulb appeared over Genie's head as he found a solution. "Aha! I won't tell you!" Again, Jasmine's shoulders sagged in sadness. But Genie continued, "I'll show you instead!"
His head transformed into a giant papyrus scroll filled with writing in Arabic script inked in black. Jasmine's eyes grew wide as she saw the words and instructions appear. She soaked in every word, her mind in such a state that each instruction seemed to burn instantly into her mind and heart. As she read, she could see why Genie was so reluctant to tell her the things she needed to do. This was a good compromise. When she was certain she knew the instructions by heart, she burst into tears of appreciation again and hugged Genie and Carpet for a very long time.
They held the embrace until it was time to depart. Carpet straightened out and Genie climbed on board. They flew out of the Queen's chamber at such a speed that the tassels released entrails. As they flew away, Genie and Carpet took a wild series of twist and turns in the night sky until they left after the entrails spelled the message of "Good luck."
Jasmine whistled happily as she turned around. From the looks of a calendar she realized that she had spent almost two days in bed! In a cheery tone, she called for her lady-in-waiting and gave her a series of instructions, one more puzzling than the next, but accepted without reservation. After several minutes, the Queen's bath was drawn and Jasmine gratefully slipped in to the scalding hot water. She jumped a bit when she felt the soft hands of her bath attendees begin to expertly bathe her. She opened her eyes and now looked at the nude young women with a new perspective.
They weren't just nude, they were beautiful, gorgeous! Her breath began to shorten and her tits rose and fell as their experienced hands swept across the most sensitive parts of her body. For years, women like these had cleansed and bathed her while all of them were in the nude, but she never thought much of it. But now, after her first experience with another woman, she couldn't help but notice the pretty faces, lithe bodies, firm breasts, and soft skin.
She threw her head back and let moans of pleasure escape her lips as she soaked in the wonderful sensations. She couldn't keep her eyes off of their gorgeous bodies. She also couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if they added their tongues to the mix.
The one on the right, a remarkable beauty who clearly hailed from the lands of Nubia, looked deeply into Jasmine's eyes which were so clearly full of desire.
"Does Your Majesty have any commands for us?", the Nubian slave asked in her melodic voice. Unable to resist any longer, Jasmine grabbed the back of the black girl's head and brought her in for a passionate kiss. With her other hand, she grabbed the back of the head of the other woman and directed it to her needy, aching tits. The bath became an afterthought as the two servants thoroughly, and expertly, serviced the Queen until she erupted in an expansive series of orgasms. Once she was fucked and cleaned, they placed her on her bed where she slipped into a deep and peaceful slumber. Her first in several days.
The next day was spent alone in preparation for her trip. Aladdin requested an audience with her but, for the first time in memory, she declined. She would not see him until she was ready. The Sultan left word with the lady-in-waiting that there were reports of a Mongol horde that may or may not be making its way towards Agrabah and Aladdin would lead a party to learn more about this potential threat.
The Queen prepared as best as she could. Her travels into the depths of the desert would be long and hard. She would need the proper clothing, food, water, and shelter. Genie's instructions were clear though that the Cave of Wonders could only be found by the most committed which could mean a trip of one day or one week. There was no way to tell.
As dusk fell and the Palace slept, Jasmine and her lady-in-waiting slipped out of her room and made their way through the halls and through the courtyards until they reached a hidden, modest door that led to a tunnel.
"This tunnel will take you to the desert my Queen", the lady-in-waiting said, her voice filled with uncertainty at the Queen's actions but also with a hint of pride at her initiative.
The two embraced. Jasmine's mother had died when she was very young and, oftentimes, it was this woman who had supervised her journey into adulthood. As she stepped through the door, she realized it was only the second time in her life when she went past the palace walls alone. The first time she did, she met Aladdin. She hoped similar good fortune awaited her on this journey.
The tunnel could, at best, be described as makeshift. The space was narrow, the floor filthy, and the occasional shaft of light greeted her as she made her way. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she felt the floor begin to level up until it ended at a trap door.
With a light shove from both hands, the door silently swung open and for the first time, Jasmine stepped into the desert at night. For the next two days and nights, Jasmine trudged onward step by step. She found shelter during the day and walked at night. Slowly, her supplies of food and water dwindled to nothing despite her careful rationing.
Jasmine kept moving forward. She knew that she would never make it back to the palace walls now alive anyways, so the only option was to keep going. Slowly, the combination of thirst, hunger, and heat ate away at her sanity. Her mind began to lose rational thought and it took every effort in her being to keep walking. Eventually, even that effort was too much. She was now reduced to crawling on the desert sand, her progress now measured in inches rather than feet.
In the last sane corner of her mind, she knew she did not have the energy to travel much further. Her body finally collapsed in exhaustion as day gave away to night. As her eyes closed shut and her consciousness faded away, the last image that filled her mind was that of Aladdin.
"I'm sorry", she whispered to the image as a lone tear trickled out of her eye and down her cheek before it plopped, quietly, into the sand.
Instantly, the earth rumbled, the vibrations loud enough to even frighten the weakened Jasmine back to consciousness. Out of the sand, a giant form began to take shape and soon it reached around 3 or 4 stories in the sky. It took on the shape of the head of a giant cat, whose open mouth and sharp teeth framed a small opening that was lit by an unseen flame.
Astonished, Jasmine looked up in awe. This was the Cave of Wonders.
