Jasmine entered the room again the next day at dawn, wearing an outfit more like her normal pale blue get up. She said nothing to him, only checked the chains and manacles that bound him and nodded when she saw they were secure. She disappeared for a moment and brought back a wash basin with hot pine scented perfume and a fluffy towel. "Clean yourself slave, all the way through. I had hoped to begin your lessons today but since your foul mouth got in the way your first day will be spent in punishment."

Mozenrath began to argue but thought better of it. After all he hadn't bathed since two days ago and hot water would be greatly appreciated. Besides, with a full nights rest had returned not only his strength but his resolution to find a way of escape. He was placid as she let him down, giving him a chance to move. He didn't speak as he bathed but did follow Jasmine's instructions to clean thoroughly. While he was drying she pulled out a sheer fabric attached to a gold belt and displayed it for it. It was the deep blue he was accustomed too, but the style was altogether harem. The skirt would leave nothing to the imagination in the right lighting and he snarled at Jasmine.

"There is absolutely no way I would wear that thing!" He braced for her to use the black stone but she shrugged.

"Very well, go naked." She grabbed the gag and forced it in his mouth. "Today you will pay your debt to some of Agrabah's people, and I won't have you offending them with your insults." She grabbed his chains and lead him out the door like a pet. "Come on now."

He growled and grabbed the cloth, slipping it on over the skirt he had been forced on last night. What choice did he have but to follow her, through the palace hallways. He had assumed the room he'd been placed in was hidden out of the way, but no. It opened right into one of the main palace corridors. More than his cheeks turned pink as he was lead past giggling servants and sniggering guards. Jasmine paid no notice to them than she regularly would have, stopping to chat and forcing Mozenrath to kneel at her side as she did.

She lead him through the kitchen and out behind the royal gardens to the stables. A rough looking man was waiting there with skin as swarthy as Aladdin's and eyes like granite. He was a stocky, muscular man who had the dirt and sweat of hard, honest labor on his body. He bowed to the Sultana and looked Mozenrath over casually. "So he's the one?"

"Yes Sidu, this is Slave." She handed the chains over to him and looked at Mozenrath. "He is to do whatever you ask Sidu, make him groom the horses, change the hay, clean the stables, it doesn't matter, just make him work hard. And don't be afraid to give him a good boot in the backside if he disobeys, but don't hurt him." Her grin became wild. "That's my job."

Sidu bowed and yanked Mozenrath to him. "Don't worry bout him working majesty." There was a strange grin on Sidu's face. "He'll be worn out by the time I give him back tonight."

"Excellent. I'll be back for him at sundown." She gave Mozenrath a final look of you-deserve-this, and walked off. "Oh and Sidu…" she turned. "Remember the rules…he belongs to the Royal Family…only the Royal Family." She stressed and with a smart about face, walked off.

"So you're the royals plaything huh?" Sidu reached out to grab him and Mozenrath recoiled. "Don't be afraid of my hands boy, I've no taste the chopping block." He took Mozenrath by the shoulders and lead him inside. A moment later he removed the troublesome gag and slipped it onto a table. "They must have spent a fortune on a pretty thing like you." He flipped opened the leather flap covering the door and shove Mozenrath inside. "Take a look at him boys, now isn't that a beauty."

To his horror Mozenrath found himself surrounded by five or six men, each of them tanned, hard muscles stable workers. They hooted when he appeared, cat calling lewd phrases and offerings. Sidu put a halt to it as he held up his hand. "Settle now boys, we've been set a task. We're to see to a part of this man's pleasure training. And I think we all know which part that is."

The yells grew rancorous and Mozenrath was shoved down. "Remember, he's the property of the Sultan and Sultana, we're not allowed to injure him or stick our shafts anywhere too tight." He landed a hard hand on Mozenrath's ass, illustrating exactly what he meant. "But I'm sure pretty boy here will be willing to help us out."

"Fuck you!" Mozenrath spat out. "I'll be damned if I'm going to sit here and let a bunch of lowly stable hands put their mitts on me!" He shoved himself up and bolted for the door. But he didn't make it three feet before he was grabbed by two sets of hands and dragged back. "Get off!" His power flared briefly, but the manacles held, and he was snapped back by his magic, head reeling from the shock.

"Oh you'll be doing plenty for us slave." On of the others, a short, stocky fellow with half a bulge in his pantaloons grinned ruthlessly. "What'a'ya say we make him dance first!"

"Yeah! Go on give us a good show."

Mozenrath was thrust into a circle of them, and from somewhere he heard a drum beat strike up. "To Hell with you." He rushed on but was grabbed rudely and thrown back into the dirt, coughing. He tried to stand and found himself facing Sidu again. This time the man's face was less than pleasant as he glared down at the sorcerer on all fours.

He grabbed a handful of Mozenrath's hair and leaned in close so that only the two of them could hear. "Now listen up you." He barked. "You think I don't know who you are, but your wrong. And if you think things are rough now, keep up this attitude. I just may have to explaine to the Sultana why your asshole is as bruised and battered as a two shackle whores. A good many of these men have watched your spells and incantations destroy their homes and lives, by all rights I should see how many of us can fit in you at one time."

Mozenrath's eye became huge in horror, his chest rose and fell in fear as he blood went cold. Sidu shook his head. "So you be good, and I'll go on letting these boys think your just some bought slave. Right?" Mozenrath gulped, but nodded. Sidu stood, resuming his cavalier smile and held up his hands. "The slaves agreed to dance!" A cheer rose and the drum pounded rhythmically, striking up a lively tune.

Gathering his dignity, Mozenrath stood and tried to work out how to make his feet move. He soon discovered it wouldn't have mattered if he were as clumsy as Butterfingers, all they wanted was a show. He ignored their jeers and crude pick up lines, closing his eyes tight and moving his hips in what he hoped was sensual. They held him there for a half hour, watching in anticipation as the music continued, and he danced, afraid and ashamed.

"Strip!"

The one catcall turned into two, then three. Soon all of them were shouting at him to remove what little clothing there was. He had little choice. The look on Sidu's face was solid as boulders. His cheeks turned red and he lowered his hands over his stomach and traced the rim of his belt.

"Strip! Strip! Strip!"

Mozenrath bit his lip and slid off the skirts, one by one, exposing his naked flesh. He trembled, even though the sun was at it's apogee. Only the anger seething in his gut kept him from breaking down in tear. He wouldn't cry, not one damn tear no matter what they did. He found one of the larger men grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him on his hands and knees, exposing his cock and entry to the room.

"Now…we're going to teach you a lesson slave boy." The man said. "We're going to teach you compliance. Compliance to the wishes of your masters in all things…so." He watched as the man took a riding crop off the wall and swished it against his palm. "…your going to pleasure every man in the room with that lush mouth of yours. And for every time you resist or complain, I'm going to give you ten lashes with this. Understood?"

Sullen, Mozenrath nodded. The first man walked up and removed his trousers just enough to pull himself out. His rod was semi-hard and only six inches, the same color as poorly tanned leather. He didn't hesitate and grabbed Mozenrath's head, shoving it down over his cock and grunting as he forced Mozenrath up and down on it. The man was blessedly short lasting, squirting himself into Mozenrath's mouth inside of ten minuets. Mozenrath recoiled, choking in surprise as the white sticky mess went down his lips and onto his chin.

He didn't even have a warning before he was forced back down and the riding crop was swiftly administered. The sharp snap went against his bare bottom again and again, thwapping against his testicals once or twice. He clamped his jaw shut, his body jerking with suppressed noise as the ten strokes were finished. With no chance to catch his breath another walked over to him, straddling his jaws and forcing them to suck his large member. They repeated this again and again, some forcing him to swallow the stuff, others coming on his face and hair. A few of them were so large he could barely manage willingly, much less with them giving him no time to prepare. And when he couldn't fit someone in his mouth, or when he showed signs of resistance, down again came the riding crop, leaving long pink stripes on his ass. By sundown he had lost count, his ass shaking and his mouth aching too much to even whimper as the larger of the stable hands came over to use his oral facilities one more time.

With a sudden movement they all snapped up from their seats and bowed. With almost thankful glee he saw Jasmine walk in, looking around the room and finally settling her eyes on Mozenrath. She walked over and lifted a white soaked braid with a delicate finger. "I can see he kept you well satisfied."

There were a few chuckle all around and Sidu came up. "Yes your majesty. It took a bit to make him obey, but he learned quick. I'd say he's learned a lesson in obedience."

"Excellent." She circled him and he heard a noise of discontent when the Sultana reached his backside. "I see there was some trouble."

"A bit, but I assure you we damaged nothing permanently. And as per your instructions, we left his opening unscratched."

Jasmine nodded and stroked Mozenrath's pink welts. "Good, the honor for that goes only to my husband." She looked at Mozenrath. "Can you stand slave."

Too tired for sarcasm, he tried to lift himself, and failed. He'd been down on the floor a good six hours and his legs had fallen asleep. He realized something else too. His shaft, despite the restrains, had become angrily aroused during the flogging. Abashed, he ducked quickly, trying furiously to hide his proud erection.

Jasmine did not seem to notice as she instructed one of the men to pick him up and assist with carrying him to the lavish dungeon. If the man noticed the erection he said nothing, only picked Mozenrath up and followed behind Jasmine at a respectable distance. She dismissed him when they reached the room and guided Mozenrath in herself, settling him down on the couch. "I am very proud of you slave." She said and dipped a washcloth in (!blessing of the Gods!) a hot water basin. Gently she took a cold chain from the wall and attached it to his collar. "Now relax, I'll clean you."

She washed the come from his face and shoulders, changing the water and letting him wash the rest of himself when his strength was regained. Afterwards she walked out for a moment and came back in with a platter full of foods. He realized with sudden ferocity that he hadn't eaten in two days and just managed to restrain himself from ripping it to shreds. None of it was hard, no apples or pears or anything he'd have to chew too hard. Fresh bread with butter and bananas, some mulled wine and a whipped pudding , as well as a good thick chicken brother he could sip would be easy on his jaws.

Jasmine remained quiet as he ate, and he played at ignoring her. But in spite of his exhaustion, he paid very close attention too her. Watching for some flaw he could exploit, or weakness he could control. He had debated stealing the little black gem that she used to operate this pleasure room and him, but he wasn't entirely sure what good that would do him. He wasn't sure the gem would help him escape, after all, Aladdin came in and out of the room without one.

Perhaps take the gem and use it to entrap Jasmine? And then what, wait in here until Aladdin comes in with half the royal guard? If he thought today had been exhausting, any attempt that foolish was sure to warrant worse! He groaned as he finished his meal and lay back, carefully avoiding his rear. His erection had subsided, allowing him to move without too much pain, and he breathed a sigh of ease.

"Your mouth probably hurts too much for conversation, but I thought I should make sure you hadn't been handled too roughly." She came over and kissed his cheek lightly. "But remember, every time you disobey, or become contrite, the punishment will get worse." She stroked his chin and sighed. "But be a good boy, and your life here can become very pleasant." He noticed the top of her breast exposing itself casually, but a great deal, but enough to make him turn red. With a knowing smile Jasmine turned on her heel, leaving the sorcerer chained to the wall, wondering what comes next.