"Look Iban!" cried Akbar as the Golden Fortress came into view. Akbar turned to Kozar and grinned, then pinched the cheek of the girl that lay bound behind him. Princess Jim sighed and cursed his now vanished cock. The darned thing always got him into trouble. If he'd had any sense he'd have just followed Jafars advice and looked for that street-vole, Aladdin. But NOOOOO He had to listen to his currently and perhaps permanently absent dick and go looking for the hottest babe in the Disney pantheon of hot babes!
And now I've been captured by three losers, bound like a Thankgiving Day turkey and am about to be sold to a pervert. I realy should have gone searching for Aladdin. Heck! Worst comes to worst I could always have just screwed him over and stolen the lamp!
They rode to the gates of the Golden Fortress and the one called Iban dismounted, pounded on the door, and was greeted by a woman who had two arms growing from each shoulder, two legs from each hip, two heads (one next to the other) and four breasts (two in the regular configuration and another two just below those.
Jims first idea was that they were conjoined twins...but the fact that the head on the right was black with her hair wraped in a colorful cloth and the one on the left was white with reddish blond hair worn loose and tumbling to her waist seemed to suggest a more...magical union. Her clothes seemed to be a combination of traditional African royal dress and Eastern-European peasant garb.
Both heads smiled and said, in unison but in different accents "Ah! Welcome to the house of Amin'Dahmoud. We are Twena of the third harem. It is our duty to make sure your stay is a pleasant one."
She clapped her hands (the set above was dark and wore bangles at her wrists. The set below were pale and lightly freckled.) and three woman of equaly bizarre yet lovely appearance emerged from the shadows. One looked as if she were a sculpture of various metals. Her skin was bronze, her hair gold, her teeth and nails silver and her eyes were pools of molten copper. When she took Ibans arm he found that, though she looked like she was made of metal she felt soft and warm. Another had green, reptillian skin, horns, a tail and eyes that seemed to move independantly of each other. As she took Kozars arm her skin shifted color to match the his coat and she smiled pleasantly. The third woman was very dark and had hair that looked like thick, tumbling vines interwoven with flowers. Her teeth and nails seemed to be made of wood and as she took Akbar by the arm and giggled Akbar noticed she smelled of rich, dark earth.
"As you can see." said Twena "Amin'Dahmoud has very...unique tastes. We are all his wives, and the soul duty of these woman is to make you happy. It is our hope that you will stay, bathe, and join our husband tonight for the evening meal. His thirty-three wives will be present and you can discus what sort of price you wish to set upon this lovely creature."
A huge woman with rippling muscles, lightly furred skin and a face that looked decidedly horsey picked Princess Jim up and said in a soft voice that was peppered with giggles "Dont struggle or anything, sweetie.*tee-hee* I dont want to have to get rough with you." Before turning away and walking towards the fortress with the others. The sound of her hooves echoing upon the walls.
Amin'Dahmoud stroked the hood of Hiska, causing her to hiss in pleasure, and patted the blubbery belly of Fatima, causing her to giggle as she popped another candy into her mouth. They were watching the great viewing disk that Amin had installed in his chambers just above his bed. It realy was the best place for it...considering his appitites. Almost three-hundred years ago he'd slept with the wife of his master and, being caught in the sack, he'd been cursed in a most unusual way.
He didn't just want sex...he needed sex! He had to have sex atleast once every eight hours or the curse would...do something to him. He'd never found out what, and none of his scrying had been able to determine what sort of effect not having sex would cause, but knowing the sadistic nature of his old teacher he guessed it would be both amusing and unpleasant. Once or twice he'd been tempted to just ignore his cravings and see what happend, but each time he'd felt the magical effect building in his body he'd cried out for a woman and satisfied himself. Perhaps the effect would be easy to live with...
...and perhaps it would turn him into a blind, mute old man or an ugly woman or even a rat with small pox. The simple fact was...that it was the not knowing that kept him rutting all these years.
That was why he had so many wives. He'd grown bored with ordinaly women within a decade of his curse, and he'd almost gone mad before he'd had the idea to transform regular woman into fantasy creatures. He'd soon found that the best subjects were truly unique, intelligent women who were conventionaly beautiful to start with. They seemed to respond best to the transformation from woman to fantasy. He wasn't sure why, but he'd not argued with the facts and he'd spent ages looking for just the right combinations of beauty and brains.
He wasn't a monster. He made sure that all of his girls were happy and well cared for. He dulled their memories of their pasts so that thoughts of lost loved ones didn't torture them. He used the same life extending spells on then that he'd used on himself and he gave them free liberty to establish relations with each other if they wanted.
Hiska and Fatima for example.
This new girl though. Jasmine made a lovely Jinga and he was pleased with his new creation. But...he wasn't used to the spells taking so long to affect the mind. Jinga had all but forgotten her past, but she still refused to sleep with him. He knew that the fruit that was hardest to reach was the sweetest, but he was starting to think he should just take her and be done with it.
And now this new Jasmine...or "Jim" as she seemed to think of herself. And what was this Genie he seemed to think of every so often?
Amin'Dahmoud speaks with Princess Jim in private. "Tell me more of this...Genie."
Akbar, Iban and Kozar decide not to wait and just burgle the place.
Jinga and Anima are preening each other in the garden when Equina carries Jim by. "*SQUAK*! Thats...thats...I think I know that girl!"
Something Else
Mon Nov 26 11:19:47 2001