Re: Filled... [3/?]
anonymous
August 18 2010, 14:52:11 UTC
I twisted in my agony but there was no escape. It went on for what seemed like eternity, a criss-crossed map of welts forming on my flesh before it abruptly ended. I hung there, barely steady on my feet and my arms aching from having to support all my weight. I finally felt Jafar’s solid weight behind me and for once he was silent. I saw him holding something clear and tube-shaped in his hand, but couldn’t fathom what it was until I felt something invading me. It had to be connected to whatever he was holding. I heard liquid swish around before it flooded me, and caught off guard I screamed then. The fluid filled me until my stomach cramped and to my horror I realized my dick was steadily hardening. Jafar looked down at me and mustered something between grinning and loathing.
“Filthy street rat,” he said darkly and squeezed me. It felt like my insides rushing out and I was standing in my own filth. I shuddered with humiliation and rage, so help me gods he would pay-
My plots for revenge were cut off by the bands around my arms tightening painfully then pulling me off my feet. My legs dangled for a moment then they were gripped by the same, dense black bands and I was suspended in the air. Jafar was behind me then and I could see he had something big and phallic in his hands. It was clear like glass, and judging by the smell it was slicked with oils. How considerate. I groaned helplessly as he plunged the dildo into my ass, almost to the hilt, stretching me and probably tearing me as well. He brushed up against something in me before he jerked out, pushed in again, still stimulating that same spot at a reckless, rhythmless pace. I screamed with abandon now at the pain and just when I needed it most, my body began to betray me and my dick was already leaking.
My eyes flashed white repeatedly like I was looking into the sun, and at some point I realized Jafar was no longer behind me but in front of me, sinking his claws into my face and holding my jaw; forcing his sizable dick into my mouth. I tried to bite, believe me, but to no avail. “This is your Prince Ali, Jasmine my dear,” he crowed, his voice teetering on the edge of insanity. “Your savior, your lover, squirming like a bitch in heat!”
He gave one final shove into my mouth and came, the sticky seed escaping down my throat and choking me. A minute later I came as well but the glass dildo continued its assault on me. It finally slowed and my vision returned to normal. I looked over at the wall again in total defeat. Jasmine and the Sultan weren’t even looking at me now, but curiously something was off… it finally occurred to me that a certain monkey was missing. Had Abu escaped somehow? And where had he gone? And what the hell was he planning to do?
Re: Filled... [4/4]
anonymous
August 18 2010, 14:53:41 UTC
A slap across my face and I was forced to look at Jafar again, still sputtering a bit on his seed. He held a crooked dagger to my throat and he licked his lips, smiling.
“And now… you die. This time, permanently.”
He nicked my neck, and licked the blood from the wound and spat it back in my eye. I could only growl in response, my throat raw from screaming. I heard a faint skitter above me as Jafar forced me backwards, preparing to enter me again. Abu hung from the stone rafters, waving his fingers and the lamp gripped tightly with his tail.
Another scream as Jafar forced his way into me. His cock was hot, almost burning me and the pain was sharp and unbearable. I’d make him suffer for each thrust, each lash, each beating. It’s true Genie couldn’t outright kill Jafar, but one would be surprised what they could live through.
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And that's the end... abrupt meta-ending and all *cough* yeeeah I hope that was somewhat enjoyable :P
“Filthy street rat,” he said darkly and squeezed me. It felt like my insides rushing out and I was standing in my own filth. I shuddered with humiliation and rage, so help me gods he would pay-
My plots for revenge were cut off by the bands around my arms tightening painfully then pulling me off my feet. My legs dangled for a moment then they were gripped by the same, dense black bands and I was suspended in the air. Jafar was behind me then and I could see he had something big and phallic in his hands. It was clear like glass, and judging by the smell it was slicked with oils. How considerate. I groaned helplessly as he plunged the dildo into my ass, almost to the hilt, stretching me and probably tearing me as well. He brushed up against something in me before he jerked out, pushed in again, still stimulating that same spot at a reckless, rhythmless pace. I screamed with abandon now at the pain and just when I needed it most, my body began to betray me and my dick was already leaking.
My eyes flashed white repeatedly like I was looking into the sun, and at some point I realized Jafar was no longer behind me but in front of me, sinking his claws into my face and holding my jaw; forcing his sizable dick into my mouth. I tried to bite, believe me, but to no avail.
“This is your Prince Ali, Jasmine my dear,” he crowed, his voice teetering on the edge of insanity. “Your savior, your lover, squirming like a bitch in heat!”
He gave one final shove into my mouth and came, the sticky seed escaping down my throat and choking me. A minute later I came as well but the glass dildo continued its assault on me. It finally slowed and my vision returned to normal. I looked over at the wall again in total defeat. Jasmine and the Sultan weren’t even looking at me now, but curiously something was off… it finally occurred to me that a certain monkey was missing. Had Abu escaped somehow? And where had he gone? And what the hell was he planning to do?
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“And now… you die. This time, permanently.”
He nicked my neck, and licked the blood from the wound and spat it back in my eye. I could only growl in response, my throat raw from screaming. I heard a faint skitter above me as Jafar forced me backwards, preparing to enter me again. Abu hung from the stone rafters, waving his fingers and the lamp gripped tightly with his tail.
Another scream as Jafar forced his way into me. His cock was hot, almost burning me and the pain was sharp and unbearable. I’d make him suffer for each thrust, each lash, each beating. It’s true Genie couldn’t outright kill Jafar, but one would be surprised what they could live through.
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And that's the end... abrupt meta-ending and all *cough* yeeeah I hope that was somewhat enjoyable :P
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