2 days later…
The elite guard struggled with a man covered in chains. He was putting up quite a fight considering his only real weapon was no longer at his disposal. He did everything to make his trip to the throne room an inconvenient one, from cursing at the guards to letting his legs go limp so they had to carry him. The guards restricted themselves from putting a fist in his gut to make him more cooperative. They had done their job, capturing him unharmed. The doors to the throne room opened wide and they dragged him in, throwing him at the feet of the ruling majesty and forcing him to bow.
"Mozenrath, Sorcerer of the Black Sands."
Mozenrath looked up in disgust at the two faces looking down at him. Jasmine sat in the elephant throne, looking formidable in her royal white and gold finery and holding herself with an air of authority. To her right was her heroic boyfriend, looking just as surprisingly impressive, though it was obvious he had no real power here. Mozenrath forced himself to stand, throwing off his captors if not his actual shackles and face them. "You really are getting ballsy hero." He snarled. "Charging into my lands with hired thugs to try and bring me…"
Jasmine didn't wait for him to finish. "Mozenrath you are charged with crimes against the royal family of Agrabah, as well as crimes against it's people. How do you plead?"
The sorcerer raised his eyebrow, unabashed at her brashness. "As if you need to ask." He nearly chortled. "So that's what this is all about? Your daddy is on his death bed and you feel a need to assert your authority on the throne." Suddenly feeling as if he had a grasp on the situation, Mozenrath laughed coldly. "So I'm to find myself on the tender mercies of the little princess and her do-gooder boyfriend…or is it husband now?" He didn't wait for an answer, and it was amazing how he could hold his arrogant stance with the chains upon him. "Guilty." He said nonchalantly. "To everything you could mention and probably a few you couldn't."
Jasmine nodded, showing no outward opinion. "It is the finding of this regime that you Mozenrath are now the property of the royal family, to atone for your crimes by servicing those your have harmed through myself and my husband." She looked at the palace guards. "Take him to his new chambers."
Mozenrath snorted. "Lovely princess. Really if I had the ability to clap I would…" With a suddenly movement the chains fell to the floor and Mozenrath spun, grabbing his gauntlet from the belt of his captor. "But why applaud when I can appall?" He threw his energy at Jasmine without pause, melting the face of the elephant into a grotesque figure.
"Genie!" Aladdin called on his blue friend. The djinn was ready, digging into his red sash and pulling out a pair of anti-magic manacles. Aladdin grabbed them and rushed the wizard, throwing him down to the marble. Mozenrath turned on his, his fist a burning mass of dark magic, pressing close to the hero's flesh.
Suddenly Jasmine was above him, grabbing him by the wrists and pinning him down, he grabbed onto her leg, sending the power up her calf and jolting her with pain. She grit her teeth and Aladdin wrenched the manacles across the sorcerers wrists, clamping them down hard and cutting the flow of magic as sharply as a blade.
Mozenrath yelled as the backlash of power hit him, straining his body and knocking him unconscious in seconds. He looked almost harmless in his dark silks, turban askew and eye shut. But no one in the court was fooled. They knew the harm this man was capable of causing and that what even punishment he received could not be enough to atone for his crimes.
Aladdin stood, helping his beloved princess to her feet and smiling at her. "Guards, take him to The Chamber and prepare him for servitude." He watched as the dark wizard was dragged away and turned to Jasmine. "We did it. He can't escape now."
"Yes but we only have a month." Jasmine straightened her crown and fixed her skirt. "Genie, will the room we built hold him?"
The blue djin nodded. "It should. Eden and I went over that thing with a fine tooth comb. Every inch is one hundred percent magically unbreakable."
Jasmine and Aladdin smiled at one another. "Then shouldn't we be getting ready?" Jasmine nodded and thanked the djin, announcing the court audiences were over for the day.
Mozenrath groaned as the ache in his muscles grew. He roused himself into a semi-conscious state and sat up rather awkwardly. He glared at the manacles on his wrists. They were not connected, though the loop on each one meant that they could be. He tested them with a light touch of power and was rewarded with a mental snap that made sparks fly in his vision.
"Damn." He muttered and lifted his head. In a split second he went from half awake to fully alert. He had expected to awaken to the dank, damp sight of a dungeon, complete with all the disgusting smells. Instead he was met with a truly regal sight. True the floor under him was stone, he didn't need to probe to know they too carried anti-magic defenses. But the rest of the room was worthy of a visiting sultan. Deep indigo curtains with gold trim covered the walls, accompanied by satin pillows and cushions in a rainbow of colors. Wine colored blankets lay against day beds creating a very attractive, if slightly bright, atmosphere. But it wasn't really the décor that caught his attention. What Mozenrath noticed…were the chains.
They hung from the walls and the ceiling. Not ugly thick iron ones, but ones made from gold and silver. Some of the shackles weren't even metal, but braided ribbons or ropes. A polished rosewood board hung from the wall, displaying a variety of cuffs and blindfolds, whips and various other paraphernalia he didn't have the time to investigate those. The candelabras in the room let off a dim light on their own, but it was increased by the floor. And entire floor of mirrors…scratch that. It was a single large mirror that had been made into a floor. A curious voice in the back of his head reminded him that a mirror was a deep looking in as it was looking out.
But the most amazing thing was his appearance. He had been stripped, that was obvious, his skin glistened with lotion and glowed pale in the lighting. His hair had been braided in and out with dark amber beads and white ribbons. Silver bracelets adorned his wrists along with the manacles and as he looked down he realized the clothing he wore was fit for a harem girl of the highest order. His chest was bare, but his lower half was covered with a low riding silver belt, inlaid with large tawny stones, four yards of white Egyptian cotton on either side covering him, but exposing his calves and hips.
He sensed a tremor in the room and turned to see one of the massive curtains parting and Jasmine walk through. She had on a dark black robe. She smiled at him in a very odd way and sat down in one of the plush chairs. Suspicion was the only thing that kept him from attacking. The very air around him teemed with something he was unaccustomed too, and he had the sneaking feeling that the princess was simply waiting for a move she could exploit.
Instead he assumed his regular pose and sneered at her. "Well princess…I must thank you for the lovely accommodations. Really if I'd had any idea you kept criminals of inhumane atrocities in such splendor I would have been captured long ago." His pose was odd, he was trying to keep some compose despite his wardrobe, not easy, but he managed with a flourish.
Jasmine said nothing. Merely reached into her robe and took out a small silver necklace with a black opal on the end of it. She touched it with her thumb, as if clicking it.
Mozenrath felt a small surge of pain go through his body. It wasn't enough to be truly agonizing, but he winced none the less. Once he steadied himself he looked at Jasmine. Her dark brown eyes stared at him as if he was he weakest being on earth. With a gasp he reached around his neck, a collar. A look on the floor told him the black bead on Jasmine's necklace was identical to the one adorning his.
"Kneel."
He could have laughed. He really could have. A snort escaped his throat and he grabbed her wrist, yanking her up angrily. "You made a mistake coming here without your guards princess."
She touched the stone again, and this time the reaction scorched his veins, everything going white in his eyes as he slumped to the ground. "Good boy." She said and patted the top of his head. "Now I'd prefer not to have to use this with you. I have much better means of teaching you a lesson. But should you attempt something like that again I'm afraid I'll have little choice."
She threw off the robe and Mozenrath looked up. Jasmine had on a beautiful black silk top inlaid with intricate silver designs framing her breasts, her skirt had a closer resemblance to a long loincloth, exposing her from heel to hip and covering only the essentials. The outfit was one of lush sensuality, obviously meant to attract sexual attention, but something about the way she wore it made her seem to be completely in control of the situation.
"Now I am not expecting you to be an easy pet to break. If you were then everything we've planned for would be an exercise in futility." She took a whip from the rosewood board and put the handle of it under his chin. "But I have no intention of going easy on you."
"What in the nine layers of Hell are you talking about?" Mozenrath tried to stand but she pressed the stone and he fell to his knees. "You'll pay for this princess." He snarled.
"Quiet slave!" She ordered and grabbed a handful of his long thick hair. "You are not to speak until I give you permission to do so."
"You haughty little bitc…"
She wrenched him back, forcing his head up and his body to curve. "Careful how you speak to your mistress." She pushed hard, sending the sorcerer sprawling on the floor. "Aladdin has entrusted me to see to your training, since it's obvious you have none." She grabbed on of the chains from the ceiling and brought it down attaching one to each of his manacles and toying with the stone. Mozenrath brace himself for pain but was instead hoisted up until his feet barely touched the floor.
"Perfect." Jasmine nearly purred and caressed Mozenrath's chin. "Now let's see what's under those skirts."
