Walking slowly up to the dark skinned beauty, Ariel licked her lips and pondered on what to do. What she wanted to do was drag the girl off, tear her silky and skimpy clothes off, ravage every inch of her curvy form and then present her to mistress as the perfect pet slut. That’s what she wanted to do, but even reduced to a shameless slut, Ariel knew that would be a mistake. Ursula had passed on more to her then a love of al things sexual, she had also taught Ariel the art of seduction. It was easy to use force to get what you want and enslave someone, but it was much more rewarding to turn someone into a slave by there choice alone. Ariel wasn’t sure if this woman had the same lustful urges that she did, but judging by the skimpy outfit she wore, Ariel assumed there was a little bit of deviancy in this one. Now, how to open the floodgates and turn this royal hottie into a slut slave?



“Bastard,” she hissed softly to herself, having to say something to get rid of the frustration building inside her. It angered her so much she wanted to scream, but that would only make a spectacle of herself and make her feel even more worthless. If her father was alive, none of this would be happening, but her jolly old man had passed on last month, leaving his kingdom to the only suitable heir, Aladdin. She had boldly suggested that she should run the kingdom, but the second the words had left her mouth she knew they were falling on deaf ears. Sure she was the only royalty and knew ten times more about ruling Agrabab then Aladdin, but she was a woman and women were just one step above furniture. It was insulting and stupid, but not half as much as what she had just done through. It was so maddening that Jasmine just wanted to punch someone.

“Are you alright?”

Turning sharply with an angry glare, Jasmine’s anger evaporated in a second at the face that greeted her. Soft and innocent, it was obvious from her ivory skin that she was not from around her. Red hair cascaded down her back, so flawless and smooth. The clothes were ugly and dirty, but Jasmine saw her figure and nearly drooled. This girl had an even more lovely body then her if the curves were any indication. Jasmine found herself looking at the girl’s chest wonderi8ng what size those melons were. Maybe D or even double D, Jasmine wished she could find out first hand. She was so beautiful and exotic, unlike all the whores in the city. Jasmine felt compelled to touch her, to taste her and know her intimately

“I said are you okay?”

Jasmine lingered, unsure of what to say, and then she saw him through the crowd. It was easy to recognize him with that stupid hat he wore. Her scowl returned at the sight of him, then she looked back at the lovely creature she had found. Terror seized Jasmine. If he saw her there was no question she’d be added to the collection and forced into servitude to him. Jasmine refused to let this innocent girl be turned into a slave by her perverted boyfriend.

“We need somewhere to hide,” Jasmine whispered and grabbed the girl’s hand. She pulled the girl away, looking franticly for a place to hide. The girl looked puzzled by what was going on, but suddenly smiled and pulled Jasmine away.

“I know a place,” the girl said and started leading Jasmine away. With a sigh of relief, Jasmine followed, happy to have saved this naïve child from slavery at the hands of a sexist pig. Now, if only she could stop thinking about her jiggling chest.