After finishing off the guards, Aladda returned to her usual spot to waiait further orders, in the Sultan's room, near the foot of his bed. The Sultan enjoyed seeing her on her knees, only her forehead and breasts touching the ground, as did the Sultan's vizier, Iago. However, when she arrived the Sultan was gone. Aladda was momentarily disappointed, she lived to serve and with no one to serve she was merely an object. A living object to be sure, but an object none the less.
"Yes, child,feel free to wander about the sections of the palace I have designated, but you must avoid the princess's chambers at all costs," cautioned Jafar.
"But why, Fathe.... I mean Jafar?" asked Qi'fel, newly clothed in a close fitting skirt and blouse, "Isn't the princess nice?"
"Hah, nice is kinda mild with that slut," interjected Iago, causing Qi'Fel to giggle. Iago found himself fond of Qi'fel, and was beginning to have second thoughts about the plan. Still, he was loyal to Jafar and Qi'Fel was just some girl destined to be a common whore.
"Jafar glared briefly at Iago as he explained, "No, child, it is not that. It is that the princess Jasmine was cursed when she was young. While not cruel, she suffers intense sexual desires at all times. Were you to be spotted by her she would demand some sex act, and were you to refuse it would mean death that even I could not prevent." Qi'fel gulped, blinked, then nodded. In the few years she had been there Jafar had taught her so much, bought her all the food and clothes she could want, helped her blossom into the beautiful young woman she was... There was no way she could ever repay him... And that Iago was funny, even kind of sweet after you got past the rough exterior. Still, what good was being in a palace if you never got to see the princess? "I will stay away, Jafar," murmurred Qi'Fel quietly.
Someone entered the room, ignoring the large breasted form with a golden plug sticking out from its rear. "Yes," commented Jafar as he caressed a large, silver wheel with hourglass decorations, "This certainly was a most useful tool. Hmm, Aladda? I see the street rat has nothing to do again." The sneer in Jafar's voice didn't affect Aladda's state of mind. She worshipped and adored the Sultan and his Princess, she lived to serve. "Hmm, The scullery maids seem a bit tense. Go and offer yourself to all of them. And for that matter anyone you meet along the way." Jafar waved his hand, causing the butt-plug to vibrate intensely for a few moments. Before she could rise, Aladda was lost in the pleasure the magic device granted her.
Qi'Fel blinked down at the princess's chambers. She was gorgeous, stirring feelings in Qi'Fel that she had heard other girls talk about when looking at certain boys about town. But for i'Fel, she had never had time for such flights of fancy, but for Jasmine... She sighed and slipped back up the rope, unobserved.
Jasmine paused, glancing out her window to a small spot on the wall. Something there had caught her attention, despite the maid she was fingering and the butler who was busy penetrating her. She had an incredible sexual need for as long as she could remember, but what she felt from the spot was something else, a kinship almost. She decided to seek out new playthings, at least until Jafar could increase his own, personal ministrations. At least after Jaar fucked her she felt satisfied for a brief time.
"Qi'Fel, there is no other way. You want to help me rid the princess of her curse, do you not?" Jafar kept calm, still as he watched his charge's reactions. Over the years since he had picked her up, at the behest of a note in his own handwriting, he had learned to read her very well. Further notes had followed, helping him bind the pathetic trollop to his will, but soon his time would come. "The only way to retrieve the lamp is to insert the golden butt-plug. But do not worry, once you have retrieved the lamp I may remove the plug and take you as my daughter rather than my servant. For such a boon, how could the Sultan resist?"
Qi'Fel nodded her agreement. Jafar always made perfect sense. Still, something was wrong. The usually talkative (if somewhat irrateable) parrot Iago was completely silent. Still... "I.... I will do it, Jafar. But not for the Princess, although I wish to know her, I will do this for you, for.... For being a father to me." Jafar smiled, not with the pride Qi'fel thought, but with glee. His goal was near to completion.
"Qi'Fel, upon inserting this plug you will take a new name. The name, Aladdin... No, Aladda. The name of the perfect servant." he passed the plug to Qi'Fel, accidentally brushing against her rather large breast as he did, but Qi'Fel's breasts had a tendancy to bump into things as she entered her eighteenth year due partially to their size, but also to the compartie tininess of her body. She removed her skirt, exposing herself to the elements and Jafar, then her top. Nude, she inserted the device and.... Aladda was the perfect servant, she retrieved the lamp without touching anything else, she made the three wishes Jafar dctated, giving him power over the kingdom, the Princess, and supreme magics, what's more he had three wishes left....
Aladda met none on the way to the scullery chambers, but one there was quickly put to work cleaning out the maids, starting with the oldest. By the time she finished she heard a summoning gong kept in the princess's quarters. Her mistress needed her...
Sat Dec 18 10:44:07 2004