Aladdin Part 1: The Bazaar
Contains: >!ENF, Testicle being forced inside!<
[Jasmine](https://preview.redd.it/wn1kvppp27he1.jpg?width=2268&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=28394744b03dd44178344d7ec54d4fa346e0b7b6)
“Once upon a time” is a curious phrase because when exactly is “a time”? Luckily, in this instance, there is an answer: Its a time before the fabled tales of Cinderella and her court. This is the story of how Neverland became the realm of eternal youth and boundless beauty, but let's not get bogged down in such quandaries just yet.
In the dusty heat of Agrabah, a young man named Aladdin slinked through the crowd. He slicked back his black hair only for a few strands to fall back in front of his face. Even though he lived on the streets he still looked after himself. He was a handsome young man with a clean-shaven face that showed off his sharp jawline. The hot breeze blew open his purple waistcoat showing off his well-defined pecks, while his white baggy trousers sat low on his hips showcasing his V-cut abs. His brown leather slippers made a soft thud as he walked. He had a small gold earring that he had stolen placed in his left ear.
Today was a crowded day in the bazaar, which was perfect for him to make a score. Aladdin's eyes darted from side to side looking for any opportunity that could come his way. His hands were swift as they darted amongst the crowd occasionally disappearing into someone’s pockets only to reappear with a shiny trinket.
Amidst the cacophony of bartering voices and the aroma of exotic spices his gaze often drifted to the women around him. Their garments which were mostly simple and modest did little to enhance their feminine figures. The women here were not unpleasant to look at but their beauty was as plain as the beige sands that surrounded the city.
As he was about to pull off his final score a vision of beauty caught his eye. The woman was so beautiful she had to be a mirage caused by his overheated imagination. She walked with a sway that hypnotized every male in her vicinity and had a figure that made even the most devout man stumble over their feet. She seemed oblivious to the commotion she was causing by her presence.
Her skin was smooth and was the color of rich olives. Her amber-colored eyes looked over the impoverished crowd with a slight sense of aversion. Her long raven hair was tied back in an intricate ponytail. She wore a silk turquoise skirt with a slit that ended at her hip on one side which was fastened around her tiny waist with a belt that glinted with intricate glass beads. It fluttered around her legs revealing her toned thighs and calves. On her feet were leather sandals that had small jewels that sparkled with every step. The same material as her skirt was fastened into a bra that clung tightly to her chest.
Aladdin’s mouth nearly fell open as her breasts bounce against the constraints of her top. They were the biggest he had ever seen but her sizable chest wasn’t the only thing that caught his eye. There nestled between her soft cleavage was an emerald necklace. The gem was the size of a small egg and was surrounded by smaller emeralds that danced in the sunlight casting a greenish glow over her olive skin. The necklace had to be worth a fortune and it was being jostled between her jiggling boobs as if it were nothing.
His eyes narrowed with intent as he knew that the jewelry would be the perfect finale to his haul for the day. As he slinked towards the woman he noticed two guards trailing close behind her. He was surprised he hadn’t spotted them sooner because their uniforms made them stick out like a sore thumb. The armor they wore was identical in their design and shape. Each guard had a silk veil covering their face, but he could tell that one was a woman and the other a man by the way the armor fit their bodies.
The female guard's uniform was a masterpiece of craftsmanship. It was tailored to the contour of her curvy athletic form perfectly. Gold and obsidian stripes flowed over the armor to mimic the fierce appearance of a tiger. Her midriff had been left bare showcasing her toned flat stomach. Her belly button was pierced with diamond jewelry glinted in the sun.
The man’s armor was adorned with a colorful array of metals which were tinted with reds and blues reminiscent of a parrot’s vibrant plumage. The metal bracers on his muscular arms were engraved with patterns that resembled feathers. While the armor looked beautiful it was clear that the blacksmith still had the slender female form in his mind when he designed this armor and not the man’s burly physique. His broad shoulders and chest pushed against the chest plate making him look like a caged bull. The lower half of the armor was where the real problems lay. The metal plating that was supposed to protect his groin was instead pinching his manhood like a vice. The man tried to maintain a stoic demeanor but the pained expression gave him away.
Aladdin knew he had to be careful not to be seen but the prize was too tempting to resist. He had to find the right moment to strike. He followed the rich woman through the crowded market his eyes glued to her rounded ass. His opportunity came when she stopped to bend over to examine some silk dresses. His eyes darted back to her bodyguards to check he was in the clear. The male guard was busy trying to readjust his armor surrounding his crotch. He had moved it away for some much needed relief when the female guard backhanded him squarely in the balls. Her thin veil did little to hide her laughter as he stumbled backward with a grunt. Convinced the guards were distracted enough Aladdin turned back to his mark and with a flick of his wrist he reached out for the silver clasp on the woman’s back. His fingers grazed the cool metal and felt it give way as he gave it a gentle tug.
As he looked down in his hand he saw not just the necklace but the soft fabric of her top as well. What he hadn’t anticipated was that the necklace was in fact part of her top’s decoration. So he had inadvertently just stolen her bra. Aladdin looked up from his hand to see her huge breasts bouncing freely and even without the support her tits barely sagged. They looked perfect.
The woman’s eyes went wide with shock as she let out a scream. The high-pitched cry pierced the air causing the market to momentarily pause as everyone turned their heads to stare. Several men let out loud whistles only to be followed by muffled groans as their wives promptly retaliated with a well-placed knee to their groins.
“Princess Jasmine are you alright!?!” The two guards looked over to their employer as they heard her screams calling out in unison.
Jasmine’s cheeks went pink with embarrassment as she quickly realized her mistake of drawing the crowd’s attention to her exposed tits. With a quick gasp, her hands shot to her chest as she tried to cover it in a panic. Her dainty hands were not nearly large enough to hide her full breasts. The princess’s eyes narrowed and her full lips curled into a sneer as she laid eyes on her assailant. Aladdin was standing frozen from shock still clutching her top in his hand.
“You filthy street rat!” Jasmine snapped.
With a flash, Aladdin saw Jasmine’s leg snapping forward. He was just quick enough to jump back but her painted toes still connected with both his testicles.
The pain started in his groin and radiated to his throat as the air was sucked out of his lungs. All he could do was wheeze for breath. His body doubled over as he tried to cup himself in a desperate attempt to mitigate the pain.
This was not the first time Aladdin had been struck in the balls. There had been many women who had given him this exact punishment for finding his hands in their coin purse or grabbing something else but The power behind her legs made the pain unbearable. Aladdin didn’t want to imagine the pain would have been if he had taken the full force of the kick.
Jasmine‘s round breasts pressed against her forearm as she bent down admiring her handy work, "I am not some easy mark you can take advantage of!”
Aladdin gasped for air as he mustered up all his strength to not black out from the blow. His eyes were blurry from his swelling tears, but he knew he had to get out of this situation before things got worse. He quickly scanned the crowd, looking for a way to disappear, without a second thought Aladdin shoved a rotund man forward into Jasmine’s arms.
The unsuspecting man was caught off guard by the sudden push and threw his hands out to prevent the fall. Unfortunately for him, his hands landed on the soft bare mounds of Jasmine’s bust.
“I…I… didn’t mean to princess.” His hands jiggled her boobs as he stammered.
With a fluid powerful motion, she brought her knee up between the man’s legs. There was an audible crunch as his right testicle was pushed back up into him with the force of her knee against his pelvis. The man’s face paled as his hand left her boobs to grab his flattened groin. The man crumpled to the ground to reveal Aladdin slinking away into the shadows.
“Rajah! Iago! Stop that thief!” She yelled. Her right breast bounced free as she let go to point towards Aladdin running down an alley.
“Yes, Princess Jasmine.” Nodded the female guard, Rajah.
Rajah’s eyes flashed with determination as she sprinted towards Aladdin leaving behind Iago to gawk at Jasmine’s exposed dusky brown areola.
“You idiot he is getting away!” Jasmine hissed. She followed Iago’s gaze to her chest. Her cheeks flushed even redder as she realized her mistake too late. She hastily brought her hand back to cover her exposed flesh. “How about instead of being useless, you find me some fabric for a new top!”
The princess’s words snapped him back into action. His eyes darted past all the stalls of silk instead landing on Jasmine’s long flowing skirt. He lunged forward grabbing ahold of the soft material and tore it in half. The fabric ripped like paper under his grip revealing her thick thighs and a hint of her lace panties. She was in a total state of bewilderment with one hand barely covering her tits while the other now had to shield her crotch.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“You can use this as a top,” Iago said handing her the ripped fabric to her with a triumphant smile.
Like a cobra strike, her knee snapped up as she snatched the fabric from his hands. There was a loud gong sound reverberated as Iago squawked in agony. Luckily for Iago, his armor had stopped her knee from hitting his balls directly but the force of the impact was so powerful it had bent his metal codpiece inwards. He crumpled to the ground like a rag doll his eyes watering from the intense pain. His hands shot to his crotch trying to move the armor plating but no matter how hard he tried to adjust the metal it was now permanently jammed up against his nutsack. Ignoring the writhing Iago, she wrapped the soft material around her chest as she fought against the size of her breasts to tie a knot. She finally managed to secure the top in place. The fabric was tight and stretched thinly over her breasts leaving her nipples clearly outlined against the fabric.
Across the city, Aladdin was still trying to regain his breath from his earlier bust. He had underestimated Rajah’s speed as she was almost upon him. Her long and powerful legs had given her an advantage as Aladdin limped in pain. But he still had one advantage, he knew the the alleys of the city like the back of his hand. He turned down a narrow alley and ducked behind a pile of barrels. He heard the sound of her gladiatorial sandals slapping against the stone as she ran past.
He could feel his heart and balls thudding in his chest as he searched for his next move. He spied a small opening in the city wall. With a burst of adrenaline, fueled by fear, he sprinted towards the hole. Sucking in his broad chest he was able to squeeze through the gap and found himself in the vast desert. The scalding sand burned the soles of his feet, but he didn’t dare slow down.
A loud crack of a whip stopped him dead in his tracks. He turned to see Rajah standing behind him with a black and orange braided whip in her hand.
“You thought you could outrun me?” Rajah sneered. She walked closer the whip snaking through the sand behind her.
Her eyes shone bright with victory. Aladdin’s heart was racing as he took a step back. He looked around frantically for anything that could help him escape, but all he saw was the endless expanse of sand. He knew it was the end of the line for him.
With a snap of her wrist, she struck with the whip. He tried to dodge out of the way but it seemed like she had anticipated his movement as he stepped right into the line of fire. The whip struck his testicles sending an unbearable pain through his nervous system. His body seemed to lock top as he stumbled backward with a high-pitched yelp.
The ground beneath him shifted as he staggered and with a sudden lurch, it gave way. He felt his legs sink into the sand first. Aladdin’s eyes widened in horror as the crevasse opened up beneath him. Its dark abyss waiting to swallow him whole. He had no time to think before gravity took hold as he plummeted into the darkness below.
[Jasmine](https://preview.redd.it/wn1kvppp27he1.jpg?width=2268&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=28394744b03dd44178344d7ec54d4fa346e0b7b6)
“Once upon a time” is a curious phrase because when exactly is “a time”? Luckily, in this instance, there is an answer: Its a time before the fabled tales of Cinderella and her court. This is the story of how Neverland became the realm of eternal youth and boundless beauty, but let's not get bogged down in such quandaries just yet.
In the dusty heat of Agrabah, a young man named Aladdin slinked through the crowd. He slicked back his black hair only for a few strands to fall back in front of his face. Even though he lived on the streets he still looked after himself. He was a handsome young man with a clean-shaven face that showed off his sharp jawline. The hot breeze blew open his purple waistcoat showing off his well-defined pecks, while his white baggy trousers sat low on his hips showcasing his V-cut abs. His brown leather slippers made a soft thud as he walked. He had a small gold earring that he had stolen placed in his left ear.
Today was a crowded day in the bazaar, which was perfect for him to make a score. Aladdin's eyes darted from side to side looking for any opportunity that could come his way. His hands were swift as they darted amongst the crowd occasionally disappearing into someone’s pockets only to reappear with a shiny trinket.
Amidst the cacophony of bartering voices and the aroma of exotic spices his gaze often drifted to the women around him. Their garments which were mostly simple and modest did little to enhance their feminine figures. The women here were not unpleasant to look at but their beauty was as plain as the beige sands that surrounded the city.
As he was about to pull off his final score a vision of beauty caught his eye. The woman was so beautiful she had to be a mirage caused by his overheated imagination. She walked with a sway that hypnotized every male in her vicinity and had a figure that made even the most devout man stumble over their feet. She seemed oblivious to the commotion she was causing by her presence.
Her skin was smooth and was the color of rich olives. Her amber-colored eyes looked over the impoverished crowd with a slight sense of aversion. Her long raven hair was tied back in an intricate ponytail. She wore a silk turquoise skirt with a slit that ended at her hip on one side which was fastened around her tiny waist with a belt that glinted with intricate glass beads. It fluttered around her legs revealing her toned thighs and calves. On her feet were leather sandals that had small jewels that sparkled with every step. The same material as her skirt was fastened into a bra that clung tightly to her chest.
Aladdin’s mouth nearly fell open as her breasts bounce against the constraints of her top. They were the biggest he had ever seen but her sizable chest wasn’t the only thing that caught his eye. There nestled between her soft cleavage was an emerald necklace. The gem was the size of a small egg and was surrounded by smaller emeralds that danced in the sunlight casting a greenish glow over her olive skin. The necklace had to be worth a fortune and it was being jostled between her jiggling boobs as if it were nothing.
His eyes narrowed with intent as he knew that the jewelry would be the perfect finale to his haul for the day. As he slinked towards the woman he noticed two guards trailing close behind her. He was surprised he hadn’t spotted them sooner because their uniforms made them stick out like a sore thumb. The armor they wore was identical in their design and shape. Each guard had a silk veil covering their face, but he could tell that one was a woman and the other a man by the way the armor fit their bodies.
The female guard's uniform was a masterpiece of craftsmanship. It was tailored to the contour of her curvy athletic form perfectly. Gold and obsidian stripes flowed over the armor to mimic the fierce appearance of a tiger. Her midriff had been left bare showcasing her toned flat stomach. Her belly button was pierced with diamond jewelry glinted in the sun.
The man’s armor was adorned with a colorful array of metals which were tinted with reds and blues reminiscent of a parrot’s vibrant plumage. The metal bracers on his muscular arms were engraved with patterns that resembled feathers. While the armor looked beautiful it was clear that the blacksmith still had the slender female form in his mind when he designed this armor and not the man’s burly physique. His broad shoulders and chest pushed against the chest plate making him look like a caged bull. The lower half of the armor was where the real problems lay. The metal plating that was supposed to protect his groin was instead pinching his manhood like a vice. The man tried to maintain a stoic demeanor but the pained expression gave him away.
Aladdin knew he had to be careful not to be seen but the prize was too tempting to resist. He had to find the right moment to strike. He followed the rich woman through the crowded market his eyes glued to her rounded ass. His opportunity came when she stopped to bend over to examine some silk dresses. His eyes darted back to her bodyguards to check he was in the clear. The male guard was busy trying to readjust his armor surrounding his crotch. He had moved it away for some much needed relief when the female guard backhanded him squarely in the balls. Her thin veil did little to hide her laughter as he stumbled backward with a grunt. Convinced the guards were distracted enough Aladdin turned back to his mark and with a flick of his wrist he reached out for the silver clasp on the woman’s back. His fingers grazed the cool metal and felt it give way as he gave it a gentle tug.
As he looked down in his hand he saw not just the necklace but the soft fabric of her top as well. What he hadn’t anticipated was that the necklace was in fact part of her top’s decoration. So he had inadvertently just stolen her bra. Aladdin looked up from his hand to see her huge breasts bouncing freely and even without the support her tits barely sagged. They looked perfect.
The woman’s eyes went wide with shock as she let out a scream. The high-pitched cry pierced the air causing the market to momentarily pause as everyone turned their heads to stare. Several men let out loud whistles only to be followed by muffled groans as their wives promptly retaliated with a well-placed knee to their groins.
“Princess Jasmine are you alright!?!” The two guards looked over to their employer as they heard her screams calling out in unison.
Jasmine’s cheeks went pink with embarrassment as she quickly realized her mistake of drawing the crowd’s attention to her exposed tits. With a quick gasp, her hands shot to her chest as she tried to cover it in a panic. Her dainty hands were not nearly large enough to hide her full breasts. The princess’s eyes narrowed and her full lips curled into a sneer as she laid eyes on her assailant. Aladdin was standing frozen from shock still clutching her top in his hand.
“You filthy street rat!” Jasmine snapped.
With a flash, Aladdin saw Jasmine’s leg snapping forward. He was just quick enough to jump back but her painted toes still connected with both his testicles.
The pain started in his groin and radiated to his throat as the air was sucked out of his lungs. All he could do was wheeze for breath. His body doubled over as he tried to cup himself in a desperate attempt to mitigate the pain.
This was not the first time Aladdin had been struck in the balls. There had been many women who had given him this exact punishment for finding his hands in their coin purse or grabbing something else but The power behind her legs made the pain unbearable. Aladdin didn’t want to imagine the pain would have been if he had taken the full force of the kick.
Jasmine‘s round breasts pressed against her forearm as she bent down admiring her handy work, "I am not some easy mark you can take advantage of!”
Aladdin gasped for air as he mustered up all his strength to not black out from the blow. His eyes were blurry from his swelling tears, but he knew he had to get out of this situation before things got worse. He quickly scanned the crowd, looking for a way to disappear, without a second thought Aladdin shoved a rotund man forward into Jasmine’s arms.
The unsuspecting man was caught off guard by the sudden push and threw his hands out to prevent the fall. Unfortunately for him, his hands landed on the soft bare mounds of Jasmine’s bust.
“I…I… didn’t mean to princess.” His hands jiggled her boobs as he stammered.
With a fluid powerful motion, she brought her knee up between the man’s legs. There was an audible crunch as his right testicle was pushed back up into him with the force of her knee against his pelvis. The man’s face paled as his hand left her boobs to grab his flattened groin. The man crumpled to the ground to reveal Aladdin slinking away into the shadows.
“Rajah! Iago! Stop that thief!” She yelled. Her right breast bounced free as she let go to point towards Aladdin running down an alley.
“Yes, Princess Jasmine.” Nodded the female guard, Rajah.
Rajah’s eyes flashed with determination as she sprinted towards Aladdin leaving behind Iago to gawk at Jasmine’s exposed dusky brown areola.
“You idiot he is getting away!” Jasmine hissed. She followed Iago’s gaze to her chest. Her cheeks flushed even redder as she realized her mistake too late. She hastily brought her hand back to cover her exposed flesh. “How about instead of being useless, you find me some fabric for a new top!”
The princess’s words snapped him back into action. His eyes darted past all the stalls of silk instead landing on Jasmine’s long flowing skirt. He lunged forward grabbing ahold of the soft material and tore it in half. The fabric ripped like paper under his grip revealing her thick thighs and a hint of her lace panties. She was in a total state of bewilderment with one hand barely covering her tits while the other now had to shield her crotch.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“You can use this as a top,” Iago said handing her the ripped fabric to her with a triumphant smile.
Like a cobra strike, her knee snapped up as she snatched the fabric from his hands. There was a loud gong sound reverberated as Iago squawked in agony. Luckily for Iago, his armor had stopped her knee from hitting his balls directly but the force of the impact was so powerful it had bent his metal codpiece inwards. He crumpled to the ground like a rag doll his eyes watering from the intense pain. His hands shot to his crotch trying to move the armor plating but no matter how hard he tried to adjust the metal it was now permanently jammed up against his nutsack. Ignoring the writhing Iago, she wrapped the soft material around her chest as she fought against the size of her breasts to tie a knot. She finally managed to secure the top in place. The fabric was tight and stretched thinly over her breasts leaving her nipples clearly outlined against the fabric.
Across the city, Aladdin was still trying to regain his breath from his earlier bust. He had underestimated Rajah’s speed as she was almost upon him. Her long and powerful legs had given her an advantage as Aladdin limped in pain. But he still had one advantage, he knew the the alleys of the city like the back of his hand. He turned down a narrow alley and ducked behind a pile of barrels. He heard the sound of her gladiatorial sandals slapping against the stone as she ran past.
He could feel his heart and balls thudding in his chest as he searched for his next move. He spied a small opening in the city wall. With a burst of adrenaline, fueled by fear, he sprinted towards the hole. Sucking in his broad chest he was able to squeeze through the gap and found himself in the vast desert. The scalding sand burned the soles of his feet, but he didn’t dare slow down.
A loud crack of a whip stopped him dead in his tracks. He turned to see Rajah standing behind him with a black and orange braided whip in her hand.
“You thought you could outrun me?” Rajah sneered. She walked closer the whip snaking through the sand behind her.
Her eyes shone bright with victory. Aladdin’s heart was racing as he took a step back. He looked around frantically for anything that could help him escape, but all he saw was the endless expanse of sand. He knew it was the end of the line for him.
With a snap of her wrist, she struck with the whip. He tried to dodge out of the way but it seemed like she had anticipated his movement as he stepped right into the line of fire. The whip struck his testicles sending an unbearable pain through his nervous system. His body seemed to lock top as he stumbled backward with a high-pitched yelp.
The ground beneath him shifted as he staggered and with a sudden lurch, it gave way. He felt his legs sink into the sand first. Aladdin’s eyes widened in horror as the crevasse opened up beneath him. Its dark abyss waiting to swallow him whole. He had no time to think before gravity took hold as he plummeted into the darkness below.
