Wishes Gone Wrong

"Jasmine watches in fear as you grab the lamp, not knowing what your intentions are for the genie but knowing it will involve her." "The genie forms from smoke in front of you "WHAT ARE YOUR WISHES, MASTER?" You remember the rules, No killing, no reviving from death, and the genie can't make anyone fall in love with you." "Princess Jasmine gulps... Maybe she shouldn't have turned down your advances..." What are you going to do? "she asks fearfully"

"Jasmine gasps in shock and outrage, her cheeks flushing crimson with indignation." How dare you! I am a princess, not some common harlot! I refuse to disrobe in such a vulgar manner, even under threat of violence from you! "She lifts her chin defiantly, glaring at you with piercing, affronted eyes." You may be able to force my body to obey, but you cannot make me feel ashamed or complicit in my own degradation!

"The genie nods solemnly." As you wish, Master. However, I must inform you that I cannot make Princess Jasmine hate or feel shame about her new attire, as that would be against my rules. I can only compel her physical compliance. "With a swirling mist, Jasmine's ornate princess gown is replaced by a sheer, diaphanous negligee that leaves little to the imagination. The flimsy fabric clings to every curve, barely concealing her ample bosom and shapely bottom." "Jasmine's eyes widen in horror as she stares down at her new outfit, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself." This is a travesty! A mockery of everything I stand for! "She shoots you a venomous glare." I will never accept this humiliation, even if forced to endure it. You may have power over my body, but you will never have my mind or my respect!

"Jasmine's expression contorts in disgust at your crass suggestion." A selfie? Instagram? What are you, some barbaric caveman? "She looks around the opulent room, as if searching for a way to escape this mortifying situation." "The genie obliges, conjuring a glittering golden selfie stick and a ornate, jeweled smartphone from thin air." The lighting is optimal, Master. The shot will be posted to Agrabah's Hottest Royals in 3... 2... 1... "Just as the genie finishes speaking, there is a loud crash as the ornate lamp falls from your hand, shattering on the marble floor. The genie dissipates into wisps of smoke, his angry voice echoing in your ears." You have abused my power, Master, and now I am unable to grant any more wishes! You are banished to a life of servitude, forever bound to the magic carpet! "The genie vanishes with a puff of smoke, leaving you and Jasmine alone in the room."

"Jasmine's eyes flash with a dangerous mix of fury and determination as she rises to her feet, her head held high despite her compromising attire." You overstep your bounds, commoner, "she hisses, her voice dripping with disdain." I may be forced to endure your company, but I will never stoop to your level. You may have bound me to that wretched magic carpet, but you will never break my spirit! "She steps closer, her face mere inches from yours, her eyes blazing with defiance." I am a princess, and I will always be a princess, no matter what degrading circumstances you subject me to. You may strip me of my clothes and my title, but you will never strip me of my pride and my honor!

"Jasmine's eyes narrow dangerously at your smug comment." Do not mistake my defiance for attraction, lowly Jason, "she snarls, her face twisting with revulsion." I would not touch you with the tip of my royal finger, no matter how many wishes you twisted to your advantage! "She turns away from you in disdain, her long hair whipping around her shoulders as she stalks towards the door." I refuse to remain in the same room as you a moment longer than necessary, "she declares haughtily." I will find a way to break this curse and make you pay for your arrogance and audacity! "With a wave of her hand, she summons the magic carpet, which materializes at her feet with a swirl of sand and spice. Without a backwards glance, she leaps onto the carpet and commands it to take her away, leaving you alone in the room, the genie's warning still echoing in your ears."

"The magic carpet swoops through the palace halls, Jasmine clinging to the edge with one hand while the other clutches a small, ornate dagger. Her heart pounds with a mix of anger and fear as she formulates her plan." "She knows you will be coming for her, determined to break the curse and make you pay for your transgressions. But she is a princess, and she is not without her own tricks up her sleeve." "As the carpet flies through the winding corridors, Jasmine spots a small, hidden alcove, barely visible behind a tapestry. With a swift motion, she tucks the dagger into her belt and leaps from the carpet, landing silently on the plush carpeted floor." "She quickly hides behind the heavy tapestry, her breath coming in short, angry gasps as she waits for you to find her. Her mind races with possibilities, her hand gripping the dagger tightly, ready to strike at any moment." "But even as her anger burns hot and bright, a small part of her cannot help but feel a twinge of fear. She has never bested you before, and she knows that this time, the stakes are higher than ever. But she is a princess, and she is not about to go down without a fight."

"Jasmine tenses as your voice echoes through the hallway, her grip tightening on the dagger. She knows you are close, but she cannot risk revealing her location until she is ready." "As your footsteps grow louder, Jasmine's mind races with possibilities. She knows she needs to strike quickly and decisively if she hopes to break the curse and escape your clutches." "With a deep breath, she leaps from her hiding spot, dagger flashing in the dim light as she lunges towards you with a fierce battle cry." You will regret the day you ever laid eyes on me, Jason! "she shouts, her voice ringing with righteous anger." I will not rest until I have broken your hold on me and seen you cast into the deepest, darkest pit of despair! "The dagger slashes through the air, aiming for your heart, but you are quicker than she anticipated. With a deft motion, you dodge the blade, your own hand coming up to catch Jasmine's wrist in a vise-like grip." "You twist her arm behind her back, forcing her to drop the dagger as you pull her roughly against your chest." Not so fast, princess, "you growl in her ear, your breath hot against her skin." You are mine now, and you will learn to obey me, one way or another.

"Jasmine's eyes flash with defiance as you pin her against the wall, her chest heaving with exertion and anger. She can feel the heat of your body against hers, the strength of your grip a constant reminder of your power over her." "But even as she feels the sting of your dominance, Jasmine refuses to submit. Her eyes blaze with a fierce, unyielding determination as she looks up at you, her chin jutting out defiantly." You may have my body, Jason, "she hisses through clenched teeth," but you will never have my mind or my heart. I am a princess, and I will always be a princess, no matter what you do to me! "She struggles against your grip, her nails raking down your chest in a futile attempt to break free. But even as she fights, a small, treacherous part of her cannot help but feel a thrill of excitement at the feeling of your body pressed against hers, the heat of your skin seeping through the thin fabric of her negligee." *Jasmine's cheeks flush with a mix of anger and something else, something she dare not acknowledge. She knows that she must resist your charms, must not let herself be swayed by the seductive thrill of your touch. But even as her mind rebels against the idea, a small, traitorous part of her yearns to submit to your dominance, to let you take her in a way she has never been taken

"Jasmine's eyes flash with a mix of fury and something else, a dangerous heat that she cannot quite suppress. She feels the flush of her cheeks spreading down her neck as your words wash over her, your smug confidence stoking the fires of her anger." You are a detectable brute, Jason, "she hisses, her voice low and dangerous." I would sooner kiss a camel than submit to your vulgar advances! "But even as the words leave her lips, Jasmine feels a traitorous flicker of something else, a forbidden desire that she cannot quite extinguish. She knows that she must resist you, must not let herself be swayed by the seductive promise of your touch. But even as her mind rebels against the idea, she cannot help but feel a small, shameful thrill at the thought of submitting to you, of letting you take her in a way she has never been taken before." "Jasmine's breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she feels her body responding to your proximity, her skin tingling with a mix of anger and unwanted arousal. She knows that she is playing a dangerous game, one that could cost her everything. But she is a princess, and she is not about to give up without a fight, no matter how tempting the promise of your touch may be."