Mozenrath attempted struggle as she flipped the back of his skirt up, but after the first few shocks from her stone, he contented himself by glaring at her malevolently. With a finger on her cheek she circled him slowly, making little sighs or a hum from time to time.
"Enjoying the view?" he said snidely as she went behind him.
THWACK
Mozenrath's mouth went open but no sound came out. Had she just spanked him? His rear stung for a moment as he stood there, stunned before the princess spoke. "I told you not to speak slave." He heard the swish of leather and his ass was smacked again. She appeared beside him, leaning her head against his. "Perhaps I need to muzzle you." She walked over to the board and removed a ball attached to a strap. "Open your mouth."
"You can bite my Ahhhhh!" Mozenrath felt the sting of her whip against his thighs, though she hadn't done it as hard as she could have. Before he had time to move she strode forward and grabbed him by the testicals, clenching them tightly.
"Open…now!" she growled out and he complied. She shoved the ball into his mouth and roughly fastened it behind his head. Jasmine smiled, kissing his cheek ever so gently. "Good slave."
Instead of releasing her hold on him, she began to toy with his manhood almost absentmindedly, stroking it up and down, pinching where the skin was taunt. "Not bad." Jasmine looked down. He was a good size in fact, his thickness adding to an already ample package. What's more he was clean shaven. Not a hair to be seen. His whole body was the same way, blessedly free of any coarse and unclean hair.
She began stroking him a bit faster, winding her fingers around his shaft and feeling the ridges. Mozenrath jerked his head away, his body tensing with her ministrations. He was a captive of his enemy, but damn it he was still a man! She tucked her other hand under his testicals, lifting them with an expert grip to massage them. "Good slave." She whispered, kissing his chest. "You like that don't you?"
Mozenrath shot daggers with his eyes at her and began to struggle in earnest. Jasmine laughed and stepped back, letting him fight the chains till he exhausted himself. "Silly little slave, don't you get it yet." She smacked the whip against his rear end again, this time hard enough to make him yelp into the gag. "I am the one in control here." She brought down the whip against his backside again.
THWACK Mozenrath gulped loudly.
"I am your mistress."
THWACK His back went stiff.
"You live to serve myself and my husband."
THWACK
She grabbed his butt cheek and ran her fingers down in soothing over the pink welts steadily growing. "Learn to do this and your life here doesn't need to be difficult. We can make it pleasant, even pleasurable. All you have to do is submit to Aladdin and myself." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and undid the ball gag. Mozenrath made a coughing sound from the pain and bit back a whimper, managing only a face full of venom.
Jasmine sighed. "I expected as much." She turned to the curtain she had entered from and called. "Aladdin, dear. Come see our new toy."
The hero entered, dressed in a more masculine version of his wife's costume, black pantaloons with silver detail and boots that clicked as he walked across the stone. He smiled up at Mozenrath and felt along his hips. "Beautiful. You know that look really suits you Moze." He grinned at the lethal look he was given and jerked Mozenrath's chin up, taking the sorcerers lips in his mouth and forcing his tongue in. Mozenrath's eyes went wide and he yanked away, cursing in Egyptian.
"You've got quite a mouth on you Mozenrath." Aladdin chuckled.
Jasmine shook her head. "No no no. He is our slave and must be refered to as such."
Aladdin nodded. "Of course." He grabbed Mozenrath's chin forcefully and looked him over. "You really are beautiful you know that?" he said ran his hands along Mozenrath's sides, sending a tickling sensation all over with his light touch.
"Stop!" Mozenrath shivered. That had felt too good for what was happening. Aladdin ignored his demand and proceeded to move in behind him, tracing the lines of his pectorals and abdomen. It was a strange feeling, Aladdin's finger tips just barely grazing his silky white flesh, making his flesh shudder. Sudden the large, warm hands grasped his shaft. "Stop it damn you!" Mozenrath protested when Aladdin stroked it as Jasmine had.
Aladdin landed a hand hard across the sorcerer's backside. "You haven't learned to wait for permission to speak."
"Hang you and your damn games!" Mozenrath grit his teeth. The arousal was getting worse, his member coming fully aware and hardening quickly. Aladdin ran his strong, calloused hands along the ridges, pumping the organ with a quickening intensity. Mozenrath made a noise in the back of the throat, trying so hard to suppress it he was almost in agony.
Aladdin laughed in his ear, nibbling his neck and licking his throat. "Good slave. I give you permission to felt pleasure." He looked at Jasmine and the princess knelt down just enough to pull one cream colored male nipple into her mouth. "For now."
This time he couldn't hold back the gasp of pleasure. Jasmine pulled back, startled for a moment, then smiled. "So your particularly sensitive there." She bit down a bit roughly, which only made Mozenrath moan louder. "I'll remember that."
Mozenrath could make no reply but the strange, unearthly noises somehow escaping his mouth. Once in a while he managed to gasp out a 'damn you', but beyond that he was helpless. He saw a glimpse of her little pink tongue, tucking his nipple in and out, playing with it at her leisure. He began to feel the need swell inside him, his manhood needed release desperately. Just a moment more…
"Oh noooo!" Mozenrath threw his head back against Aladdin's strong shoulders, unable to resist the desire now that he was in so deep. It felt so awkward. His mind screaming no at him, warning him of what a weakling he was by succumbing, but his body made itself heard, bringing him so very near the brink of relief. He made the strange keeling sound of orgasm.
Only to feel his member constricted and the sweet bliss of being spent halted. He yelled in outright shock. Jasmine was finishing the last few straps of something around his testicals. While it fostered an undeniable need to come, it prohibited the actual release from happening, putting his pleasure on suspension. Mozenrath bit down on his lip hard, determined not to cry out or whimper. His stomach heaved as his muscles trembled and Aladdin and Jasmine stood back to survey their handiwork.
It was almost artistic the way he was there. His arms bound from the ceiling, ebony hair cascading in curls around his distraught face and neck. Somewhere during the process they had fastened silk ropes around his knees, lifting them up and attaching them to his handcuffs so as to separate and expose him fully. Mozenrath swung there for a moment before he dared too look up and see the spouses laying on the daybed, undressing one another slowly.
Mozenrath watched in agonizing torture as Jasmine's ample breasts were exposed and Aladdin took a dark nipple into his mouth. Jasmine moaned in passion and lovingly cradled his head, running her fingers through his soft hair. He reached under her skirt, fingers delving where Mozenrath could not see and causing the princess to bent back in pleasure. Soon his head disappeared down there, taking the womanly folds into his lips and dancing over them. Jasmine's eyes turned to vast pools of pleasure as he held her hips in his hands, warming her entrance with his tongue.
Mozenrath felt a burning in his chest, a strange mix of emotions he wasn't equipped to deal with. It was not hard to push past them, not with the unsubsided ache and demand in his own body. But he watched as they played, absorbed in one another as Jasmine bent to Aladdin's need and took it into her abundant mouth. Aladdin closed his eyes and groaned, thrusting his hips forward to her as she accepted him in. "Jasmine…"he whispered and picked her up.
He pushed her to the bed, opening her thighs and sinking into them with all of himself. The princess gasped in such pleasure that Mozenrath felt it vibrate through the room. They writhed together on the couch, fully engrossed in one another, setting the pace faster and faster until they clutched one another in a tight bundle of heat and passion. The orgasm came and they used each others bodies for support, smiling as if they were the only two in the room.
It was only when Mozenrath realized he'd been holding his breath that he let it out, bringing their attention back to him. "Oh my." Jasmine grinned. "Have we forgotten someone?"
"Slave, if you wanted attention all you had to do was ask." Aladdin had a look of pure mischief in his eye and fiddled with the sexual restraint. Mozenrath felt rage fight past ragged need.
"I am not your slave you half witted over sexed street urchin!" he yelled and tried once again to free himself of the restraints. Aladdin waited till he had thoroughly tired himself out before he slide a finger deep into the long untouched opened between his cheeks. His head was grabbed and thrown back once more as Aladdin spoke to him.
"You will be punished for that comment slave, but not tonight." Aladdin let him down and smiled. Mozenrath could do nothing but watch as his two new masters lifted the curtain and disappeared behind a wall with no door, and he was left to contemplate his new position.
