Dawn rose red and angry. No horn was needed to make the occupants realize that Diriel sat atop his horse just outside of Agrabah's barrier. No one needed to be told what had happened over the course of the night, some how they all seemed to know. People mourned in the streets, not knowing if their Sultana was alive or dead or worse.

But those who's rooftops stood high could see the horrible damage.

Jasmine was there, the demon army behind her. She was alive, though that did not make her position any better Two intricately carved posts had been stuck in the sand, and the beautiful young woman strung naked between them. In her mouth a large red ball had been rammed and tied on around her neck. Her breasts, heavy and firm, had been tied with rope and the pert, perky nipples had been clamped with little weights on them, causing spasms of pain in her body. Her body glistened with sweat and sand as she shook, ebony hair framing her beautiful face. That much was a blessing, but who knew what was going to be done to her before any rescue could be mounted?

Jasmine screamed into her ball gag as Diriel stroked her hair back. "Now now your majesty." He said in a calming voice. "I'm not after you. All your husband need do is give me what's mine, and I will leave you here to be saved." He chucked her chin up to see him. "If not however…" he gestured to his army. Jasmine's legs had been bound to the posts as well as her arms and the hoard stared lustfully at her exposed womanhood.

Diriel laughed as Jasmine tried to struggle. "I suppose you'll find out who means the most to your dear Aladdin now won't you?" he said and kicked his heels into the horse. "Now don't give me that look." He chuckled and took a long bullwhip from one of his servants. "It isn't my fault your husband got you into this." He raised the whip and landed it across Jasmine's naked back.

Jasmine had never had so much as a spanking in her entire life. She had never felt the splitting, welting pain of a lash on her back. Her mind went blank and she screamed out. Blood trickled down her spine and off the cusp of her hip.

Aladdin appeared, forcing himself to remain standing. At the sight of Jasmine he felt his knees buckle and his chest constrict. Only the training he had been given kept him erect and even then it took the support of the wall to hold him there. But the look in his eyes as he saw his beloved, tied out and humiliated before her own people, was burning, unrelenting hatred.

Diriel smirked. "Sultan Aladdin…I have been unequivicabaly patient with you. I have given you every opportunity to resolve this peacefully and without further humiliation to yourself and your wife. Now I am through playing your games!" he roared. "Give me Mozenrath!" He brandished the whip again and landed it across Jasmine's back. Her body went ridged and she screamed, the sound echoing even with the gag. "Now!"

"Open the gates." Aladdin said through gritted teeth and began to walk down the stairs without another word to Diriel. The guards stood stock still for an instant, unsure of what they were hearing. "I said open them!" he hollered and turned to see Genie standing there.

"Al! Have you lost your mind? What are you thinking?" the blue djinn held his shoulders but Aladdin threw them off. 'You can't go out there Al!"

"I said open the damn gates!" Aladdin yelled and pushed away from his friend. "I won't let him do this to Jasmine!" he took hold of his sword and began to mount a horse.

"Sire!" Rasoul stepped forward and took the reigns. "Sultan Aladdin you can not go out there yourself! It's suicide!"

"He's got Jasmine!" Aladdin said desperately. "Allah knows what he's going to do to her! I will not let him torture her while I sit here safe!"

"Your majesty there is an easier way." Rasoul insisted. "Just give him the sorcerer!" The guard said as though they were all fools not to have seen it earlier.

Aladdin's look darkened. "He is not mine to give." Aladdin said firmly and kicked the reigns back.

But Rasoul, whatever else people might say about him, was loyal to his Sultan. He took hold of Aladdin's heel and jerked him off the horse in one firm snap. Aladdin fell into the hay and looked up just in time to see Rasoul and Genie slam down on his arms, holding him steady. "We can not sacrifice our Sultan…not even for the sake of our Sultana."

"Let me go! How dare you lay hands on your Sultan!" he raged, using his rank in hopes of getting them to obey. But they ignored him. "Damn it if you do not let go of me he's going to kill Jasmine! Do you want that to happen you idiots!" He wrenched an arm free and landed a punch in the guards eye. "Let me go!"

"Aladdin!"

Mozenrath's voice sounded from the door way to the stables. Everyone froze for an instant and looked to the sorcerer. "Aladdin you need to listen to me." Mozenrath said without hesitation. "You have no idea how strong Diriel is, especially when he becomes angry. If you go out there alone he will tear you to shreds and then do whatever he wants to Jasmine anyhow."

Aladdin sat up and shrugged the hands away from him. "I can't leave her to him Mozenrath. Not after everything. Not after we argued like that."

"I know." Mozenrath said and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I wouldn't expect you to, but we have to be careful!" he said firmly. "Please, just give me a minuet to think of something. You assemble the guards and be ready to ride out the gates."

Rasoul rounded. "How can we trust you? You'd let Jasmine die so you can have Aladdin with no competition!"

Aladdin calmed his temper just enough to hear the wisdom in the words. "Alright…alright" he said and gestured to Rasoul. "Get at least two full troops, find them horses and weapons." Despite the purpling bruise on his eyes, the burly chief obeyed, snapping to attention to gather his men. "Mozenrath…"

"I know what to do." He said softly, though his eyes were doubtful. "Just get your men and wait by the gate. Make sure they can swing it open at a moments notice." He turned to the djinn. "If I ask you to, can you draw the barrier up?"

Genie looked at Mozenrath quizzically, but nodded.

"Good, then be prepared to do that the moment I give cue." Mozenrath felt a little shock of exhilaration go through his spine. He suddenly felt quite alive! More so than he had in weeks! "Quickly now." He rushed and ran off to find what he needed.

Diriel raised his whip and lay it across Jasmine's back again. Already she had ten lashes across her fine coffee toned skin. As Diriel became more irritated, he drew the lines with more strength. Jasmine shrieked beautifully with each stripe, her curved body arching as thought trying to get away. Sweat dripped off her chin and hissed in the sands. Tears had stained the make up and now left long black lines on her face. Her teeth were biting down so hard the gag would have permanent marks.

"You've never even been spanked before have you?" Diriel said, not expecting an answer. "Poor little rich girl. Aladdin certainly is taking him time turning Mozenrath over to me." He stepped off his horse, pacing the sands in front of her. "Well if he wants to take his time, then so can I."

Jasmine could not see what was being done as Diriel moved behind her. But her vision was just enough to see his trousers hit the sands, kicking up a cloud of dust. She thrashed to and fro to what little degree she could move. Screeching and whimpering, crying into her gag as she realized what was about to be done to her.

"Do you hear that Aladdin!" Diriel yelled as he readied himself at her entry. "Do you hear her screaming for you to save her!" He called out and without waiting plunged deep into Jasmine's body.

Aladdin heard the scream and Diriel's grunting. His heart wrenched and he looked up at Mozenrath on the wall. Hurry! Hurry please Mozenrath!

Mozenrath had before him three items, a piece of white parchment, a quill, and a pot of ink. He seemed to be drawing some sort of archaic signals on their in another language. Each stroke was smooth and artistic done. The scream broke his concentration and as Mozenrath looked up, his face went white. Diriel was bucking solidly inside Jasmine's body, his phallus penetrating her to the deepest level. Mozenrath felt his insides cringe with pity and fear. "No. No you don't." He quickly finished the design and looked about for a bow and arrow.

Diriel grabbed her hips and pushed in deeper, much to the amusement of his army who cheered him on. He could feel her heart beating within her breast and she cried out, every muscle resisting him, trying to push him out. "Not quite as tight as Mozenrath." He taunted her as the raping continued. "I can see why Aladdin would prefer him over you." Jasmine let out a strangled sob and her head bowed.

Diriel pummeled her body, holding her close to him as he felt along her taunt belly. He felt something shiver within her without warning and was nearly so shocked he broke his rhythm. "Well well well." Diriel said and bent over her, pushing in his cock up to the hilt. Jasmine gave a pained noise as his fangs slipped in next to her ear. "Congratulations Jasmine…" he growled. "It seems your carrying Aladdin's son."

Jasmine's eyes widened for a brief instant, then with a sudden ferocity she ripped her leg out of the roped and back kicked into Diriel's gut. He went flying backwards, landing clumsily in the sands.

"You little bitch." He roared and dug his claws deep into her hips, forcing his way in again. "Fine…you want to play it this way…just fine by me!" he punctuated each word with a horrible, agonizing thrust into her body. Blood leaked down from where his claws had punctured as Diriel ejaculated deep inside her body, his mouth opening in a silent roar of triumph. Jasmine made a pathetic scream into her gag, her body heavy with the sudden filthy feeling. Diriel chuckled gave another buck, patting her thighs. "Give Aladdin my best regards." He said smoothly.

The air sliced in two, and an arrow slammed through Diriel's eye.

"Now!" Mozenrath screamed as he lowered his bow.

Chaos erupted all at one. The demon army shrieked as Diriel stumbled backwards and tore at the arrow, now glowing furiously. Thick black blood gushed from his socket as the demons shrieked, helpless to aid him. The barrier was flung down and Agrabah's gates came flying open, the guards and Aladdin pounding on horses with weapons raised.

"Get Jasmine! Get her inside now!" Aladdin called from the head. "No matter what do not stop till she is safe in Agrabah's walls!" the men divided into three groups, two for protection, one to secure the Sultana.

Even with the terrible phase of pain, Diriel saw the gate come open. "Get inside! Get within the walls!" he roared and the demon army surged forward at once, waving their weapons and screaming for blood.

But Mozenrath was prepared for that as well. He was chanting something in a cryptic tongue, focusing his power on the parchment now embedded in Diriel's eye. The flowing sigils on the paper sudden burned orange and yellow and Diriel bellowed in pain. He tried desperately to pull the thing out, but it resisted his grasp and burned deep into his flesh. "AAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" He roared as his skin blackened and charred and spread on the wind.

Mozenrath pointed his arrow to the head of the encroaching army and fired.

The next arrow landed right in the middle of the encroaching army. An explosion warped the very air and sent devils bodies sailing into the sands, writhing in agony. Again and again Mozenrath fired, driving them as far back from the open gates as he could. "Hurry up Aladdin!" he yelled. "Hurry now!"

Aladdin sliced through the roped holding Jasmine and took her into his arms, cradling the bleeding, bruised body. "Jas…oh Jas I'm so sorry." He whispered and tied her to him. "Back within the walls!" he hollered and the guards, now cutting their way through the attacking hoard, turned on their steeds and stampeded back to the gates.

Diriel caught the movement from the corner of his other eyes. "Stop them! STOP THEM NOW YOU IDIOTS!" he screamed and extended his power. A terrible sound echoed as the horse's knees snapped from the inside, bringing the beasts and their riders to the ground. The army swarmed over them, dragging the poor souls away from the safety of the walls.

Mozenrath kept his arrows aimed right behind the last horse, keeping the demons just off their tail. The gates slammed shut on the tail, catching a few hairs between them. "Genie!"

The barrier slammed back up forcefully just as the demons closed in. Behind the army, Diriel made a noise of pure unfathomable rage.