From an7053@anon.penet.fi Thu Nov 18 02:20:08 MST 1993 Article: 14007 of alt.sex.stories Message-ID: <061349Z17111993@anon.penet.fi> Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!sunic!trane.uninett.no!news.eunet.no!nuug!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an7053@anon.penet.fi (The_Horseman) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an7053@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 17 Nov 1993 06:10:42 UTC Subject: Not _THE_ Aladdin Story, but a Aladdin Story Lines: 287 I did not write this, nor is this the story that appeared on alt.sex.stories. Nevertheless, some might find it interesting. Pencildragon here, It's finally done. Here it is, the story IUve been promising for too long. DISCLAIMER: The following story is a satire on characters in Disney's Aladdin. The author claims no copyright to the characters portrayed, and as such does not claim copyright on the story. The author gives permission for this story to be reproduced by print or electronically under the conditions that this disclaimer appears with the story and that the reproduction of the story is not for profit. This story contains scenes of non-consentual BD, non- consentual bestiality, non-consentual sexual contact of a heterosexual and homosexual (lesbian), mythical magic which should not be construed to be related to, or referring to any religious or non-religious practitioners of magic in real life, and light physical violence . If you feel that these things may offend you, feel free not to read any further, if that is your want. If you are under 18 years of age. Definitely do not read any further. Jafar's Revenge by Pencildragon The Cave of Wonders can be a lonely place, unless one has an obnoxious and far too noisy parrot crammed into oneUs lamp. Iago's insufferable yapping was driving Genie Jafar mad. Fortunately, being an all-powerful Genie had it's advantages too. After a short period of introspection, Jafar purged Iago from his lap. "It's about time, Oh Evil One. I was beginning to think I would never get out of that stupid lamp. Do you have any idea how bad you body odor is?" "Silence, Iago." shouted Jafar from within the lamp. "I have a plan." "And why should I listen to you, He Who Rots in a Lamp?" "Because you canUt get out of the Cave of Wonders without me." "Oh...You know. I really hate it when your right." "Listen carefully, and I'll explain my plan...." Love is grand, but being the husband and consort to AgrabahUs new queen could be a real pain in the ass. This was what Al was thinking instead of paying attention to his reading tutor. That was his big problem. With the genie gone he had to rely on more than his good looks and street-wise skills. Queen Jasmine expected him to learn everything about court life, which meant spending most of his day studying reading, writing, protocol, diplomacy... everything a Queen's Consort had to learn to survive in the palace. It was boring. Just at that moment, Jasmine entered seeking passion, rescuing him from his tutor. Jasmine lead him to their chamber and lay him on their bed as she started to strip seductively out of her clothing. Aladdin had always loved her visage, but she was even lovelier nude. Her breast were pert and youthful, her hip round yet muscular; she captured him with her eyes, which suddenly had a mischievous almost malicious glint. "I have a new game for us to play." she smiled. "Close your eyes." Al complied. How could her refuse her anything? He felt silk wrap around his wrist, that was stretched out away from his body. "What are you doing?" "Shh. Just be patient and keep you eyes closed." Soon he arms and legs were spread to the four winds. "You can open your eyes now". He was spread out between four pillars, as Jasmine stood above him still naked with a small decorative dagger. Before he could catch his breath, she cut his clothes off him. He shook uncontrollably as Jasmine's hair seemed to come to life, braid itself into several braids, then wrap her up into a neat little hogtie. She shook her head and seem to come to her senses. "Aladdin, what happened?" "I'm not sure. Let me see if I can get free." "Why don't ask me, my little desert flower?" Snared Jafar as he appeared in a puff of smoke. "Jafar, You Jackal, I thought you were in the Cave of Wonders" shouted Al defiantly, as he tested his bonds. "You little fool! Did you think the Cave of Wonders could hold me, the most powerful being in the World? Now, you two will suffer for your transgressions." He raised his arms and produced exact duplicates of Aladdin and Jasmine, who got dressed and left the chamber. Jafar explained "Those Homonculi will rule in your stead so as not to arouse the superstitions of that Blue Lummox of a Genie. You are now mine to play with." "You will pay for this, Jafar!" spat Jasmine with a voice laced with venom, trying to free herself without ripping her hair out. It was no use. Jafar's magic was too strong. "No, you will, my dear. I have learned from my error. I know now that I can not kill you directly, or make you love me, but I can use your love for this street rat against you." The fear in her eyes was just what Jafar wanted to see. With a wave of his hand, Jasmine slid across the polished marble floor, face first, to in between Aladdin's legs. "Now girl, I want you to pleasure this boy until you taste his seed." "And if I refuse..?" "Refuse, and I will remove his member, or change him into an elephant and have him kill you as he pleasures you, by bursting your insides, or change him into a snake and make him pleasure you that way. My dear, the possibilities are truly endless. Do it, and you both stay human, for now." "Jasmine..." "Be quiet Aladdin, I'm saving your life." Jasmine interrupted, then began to lick his throbbing manhood. It was difficult going, being bound, but she had to save her husband. Aladdin struggled against his silken bonds to no avail. Her attentions were exciting him, despite their perilous positions. Once he was fully erect, she squirmed higher, until she was in a position to take his penis in her mouth. She raised her head, remembering a sword swallower she had seen, so she could insert his shaft swallowed it until her lips brushed against his public hair. She almost choked at first, but found that relaxing her tongue helped. She drew her head back and forth, slowly at first, as she was uncertain of her balance, then faster. Aladdin voiced his protests, but Jafar silenced him by spelling away his mouth. Despite his protests, Aladdin could not stand it any longer, ejaculating strongly into Jasmine's mouth. For her part,Jasmine, being without the use of her hands was faced with the choice of swallowing his seed, or allowing it to spurt in her face. She chose the former, not allowing Jafar to gloat at any further humiliation. "That was marvelous, my dear. But let us depart before someone else happens by." With that, their bed chamber faded away, and Jafar's secret chamber faded in. The silks that held Al were now bound to the bars of a large cage. "Now, my dear, I have a special treat for you." Her tresses released her, as Jafar's holding spell took over, and pushed her into a matching cage, which held Raja. She landed unceremoniously, bruising her rear on the cage floor. Raja gave out a full throated roar, in protest of Jafar's treatment of his best friend. "Silence, Raja! You will do as I say, or your mistress and this worthless boy will suffer dearly." Raja scowled, wishing Jafar would come close enough for him to sink his teeth into him, then, seeing the mad look in Jafar's eyes, lowered his head in submission. He would not let his friends be hurt by his actions. "I see we understand each other. Now, Princess, we will prepare you." She felt the magic wash over her. Two of the steel bars from the cage became alive, wrapped around her wrists and pulled her harshly against the rest of the bars, holding her wrists to the side at shoulder height. She gasped from the force of the assault. Raja snarled again. "Ah, ah, ah," mused Jafar "I haven't hurt her, yet, so stop your feeble posturing. You will use your tongue to pleasure your mistress, between her legs. Do you understand? And for your part. my dear child, one utterance of protest from you or this miserable wretch, and I'll turn your pet into a Rhinoceros, which will certainly crush you to death." Aladdin's mouth conveniently reappeared as Jafar ranted. Raja's tongue was warm and wet, but rough. Jasmine whimpered quietly, but opened her legs wider to better allow Raja's head to fit. Her clitoris was well lubricated, but the surrounding skin chaffed from the big cat's attentions. She bucked and clenched her teeth against a scream as the first wave of pleasure passed through her. Jafar did not allow Raja to stop until Jasmine was senseless from pleasure and exhaustion. He then used his paws to close her legs and lag his massive head in her lap. "Well, isn't that touching, your Rottenness?" Iago's harsh voice woke Jasmine with a start. She banged her head against the bars behind her. Her arms were still held tightly. "Oo, I bet that hurt. I bet that hurt more than a knee to the groin, eh Jafar?" "Calm yourself, Iago. We have plenty of time for humiliation." "That's "Master Iago" to you, Genie!" Iago piped. "Yes, Master." snarled Jafar though clenched teeth. "My next wish is.." Iago paused, smiling maliciously "to have Aladdin turned into a woman for the continuation of the first wish." "As you wish, Master." Jafar smiled. Iago was enjoying his mastery too much, and with petty wishes like this, he would soon be powerless to control him. Al turned into a woman before Jasmine's eyes. He was very pretty that way, with narrow hips, breasts larger than her own, hair nearly as long as hers, and those same beautiful eyes, and she still loved him/her. With a point of a finger, Al and she were pressed tightly together, bound at the waist and below the knees by wide bands of iron. The lost their balance and began to fall, but chains appeared on the waist band, which served to suspend them off the floor. Jafar then placed a double ended phallus between their legs, and within them. It only took one magical shove on their hips to show them what was expected of them. Jasmine was glad that Jafar had left their hand free. Aladdin was still learning to deal with his femaleness, so she would have to take charge. She hugged, caressed and kissed him/her, exploring the newness of his/her altered for. Though she had never touched a woman this was, she told herself that this was Al, and she would love him/her no matter what his form was. Aladdin's body was reacting for him/her, rather than by force of will. After much fumbling, they developed a rhythm and pleasured each other to orgasm. "That was wonderful, I really enjoyed that. I wish I could watch this all day." spouted Iago, whose voice was intrusive after their intense intimacy. "You wish is my command, Oh foolish Master." Jafar chortled, casting the last wish. Against their wills, Jasmine and Aladdin began making love again, until sunset came. Sunset was a beautiful thing. As bad as all this abuse had been on her body, Jasmine did not want to think how Aladdin's novice form was holding up. They were both hanging, bathed in their own sweat, panting in unison. Iago was still ranting at the black ornate lamp. Kicking and throwing it about the chamber. Jafar was equally surprised to find out that he could not come out of the lamp after the last wish had been completed. On one bad bounce, it dropped into Jasmine's hands. Jasmine smiled as she rubbed the lamp. Jafar appeared out of the lamp, "What are you doing with my lamp?" he ranted. "I am you master now. Listen to me carefully, for I know you'll do everything in your power to pervert my wishes." "Yes, Master." He said, again with clenched teeth. "I wish things to be put to rights, so that all things will be as if Iago had not been you Master, with the exception that I will retain ownership of the lamp." "Yes, Master." In the blink of an eye, Jasmine, Aladdin, again male, Raja, Jafar, and Iago were in her bed chamber. Aladdin had passed out out from all that he had endured. Jasmine thought on their experiences and wished again, "Jafar, I wish for you to produce for me a ring that will alter Aladdin's form to that female form you gave him, when he wears it, and returns to his normal form when I take it off him." "And I thought I was the twisted one." Jafar jabbed. "I'm glad to see that some of my wickedness has rubbed off on you." "Just do it, and spare me the commentary." she snapped. A ring appeared in her hand. She placed it on Al's finger, then off, grinning with delight as she confirmed it's power. "Very good, Genie. Now my third wish." "Take your time, Master. IUm just beginning to enjoy you." "I want as little to do with you as possible. I wish, you, this lamp, and that annoying bird back into the Cave of Wonders." Iago's insufferable complaining was suddenly absent from the chamber. Aladdin awoke at first light. Jasmine sat next to him, nude, stoking his hair, looking lovingly into his eyes. "Feeling better" she asked. "I guess. What happened to Jafar and Iago?" "Oh, I wished them back to the Cave of Wonders. Now, if you're well rested enough, I have a new game for us to play." She smiled, with a hint a mischief in her eyes, and drew a piece of silk though her hand. END ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. From erotica@hardy.u.washington.edu Thu Nov 18 02:20:38 MST 1993 Article: 14023 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!u.cc.utah.edu!hellgate.utah.edu!caen!usenet.coe.montana.edu!netnews.nwnet.net!news.u.washington.edu!hardy.u.washington.edu!erotica From: erotica@hardy.u.washington.edu (Tempestuous) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: The Candle Date: 17 Nov 1993 06:54:12 GMT Organization: University of Washington, Seattle Lines: 61 Message-ID: <2cchqk$3m7@news.u.washington.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: hardy.u.washington.edu -- Overwhelming desires flood her mind. She can barely think of anything other than her urgent need. The hunger is so great she feels she will go mad if it isn't satisfied soon. She watches as the burgundy candle is pulled from the antique candlestick and laid upon the bed at her side. Her mind whirls. A book of matches is thrown on the bed next to the candle...then a teacup and a soft, white towel. She must wait as two ice cubes are retrieved from the freezer and put into the teacup. She also waits while a battery is inserted into a small muscle massager, which joins the rest of the items on the bed next to her. Such simple things. Her need only grows. The cd player is turned on, and 'Sky Cries Mary' softly floods the room with their lulling melodies. An ice cube is taken from the teacup and held directly above the bare flesh of her stomach. It doesn't take very long before the heat from the hand causes the ice to melt slightly, slowly dripping icy droplets of water onto her. The hand moves, and the droplets move with it...falling onto her stomach, then her breasts. One by one, the drops search out the warm, dry patches of flesh that are left, and succeed in drenching them. The hand moves excruciatingly slow...taunting her...teasing her. Her flesh burns from the cold. She squirms. A small gasp escapes her lips as a chilly droplet falls onto one of her erect nipples. The ice cube continues to drip onto her warm flesh as the hand moves down her front to her thighs. Fingers spread her open, and three icy drops fall onto her exposed clitoris. She moans audibly. She can feel her inner muscles clenching...craving. The ice cube is set between her breasts, where the melting water glides down her chest to her neck, tickling and arousing her senses. Ever so slowly, the ice is moved towards her belly, leaving a cold trail of melted water to drench her flesh. A match is struck, a tiny flame dancing on the end of it. It touches the candle's wick and lights it. The ice cube still sets upon her stomach, just above her belly button...and now the candle is held directly above her. Her senses are reeling. Wax falls from the candle and seers a tiny dot of her flesh. She feels the dampness creeping from between her legs. Her breathing becomes quicker. The candle follows the same path the ice took earlier, burning into the previously chilled flesh. She can't take anymore. Her body writhes with pent up passion. The desire is greater than any she's known for quite some time. The candle is quickly blown out and the bottom end is pushed deep inside her. The muscle massager is turned on and pressed against her clitoris. She squirms uncontrollably, and soon the ice slides off of her..freezing water trickling down her sides. She closes her eyes as she orgasms. It's wonderful. More intense than any she can recall recently. Her muscles clench around the candle, her warm fluids spilling out around it. 11/3/93 Chrystene ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "In our lives, we hunger for those we can not touch"