"JASMINE!", shouted a voice, and Jasmine gasped in horror as she felt Jafar's horrible dark magical aura coming closer to her quarters, a pitiful, moderate, old pantry closet that was used as her bedroom.
Hell.
Jasmine wasn't one to truly believe in it but if it existed, she knew that it couldn't be much worse than how her life has turned, thanks to her father's now former Grand Vizier turned de facto ruler and tyrant of Agrabah; and to her, her 'master' as he much often tried to make her say.
She lost count of the days ever since Jafar took over. The only friend who dared to talk to her when she had spare time to breathe, is Genie who has mentioned that it must be at least a year now...
The other staff is still around, but quite forbidden to talk to Jasmine, for Jafar has cowed them into submission which Jasmine refuses practically every day...
It exhausts her, but it's the only thing that kept her going ever since...her father and Ali, no, Aladdin's deaths...Heck, Rajah is somewhere in the dungeons, prowling, all because Jafar changed him into a monster cat to deal with people who broke Jafar's laws in Agrabah...
And for Abu and Magic Carpet...poor Abu is forced to be a servant towards Iago, thanks to Jafar's dark magic, and Carpet...Sliced and whittled into a tapestry...a tapestry in Jafar's image...
She is completely shattered in her soul, but her heart and mind are still intact, but she's been losing hope little by little, realizing that nobody would save her, to restore Agrabah, to get rid of Jafar. Even Razoul and his squadron is cowed yet loyal to him...
"JASMINE!", Jafar bellowed out once more, and Jasmine looked around in despair and horror, trying to find something to defend herself when he stormed in, looking furious, "I told you many, many times to come at 7 to serve me breakfast, and what did I have this morning? Nothing! I told you to get over that damn cold!".
Jasmine remembered only last week; Jafar threw her into one of the stables for punishment when she refused once more towards his offer to be his queen, locked and unable to escape in that stall, not having blankets or even food, she suffered probably the coldest night of her life.
"I'm still recovering, Jafar!", Jasmine retorted with a glower, and Jafar growled, "Bah! I forced the staff to give you medicine, and you never, ever had been sick before as far as I remember! Let's see if you're lying then!", before his staff glowed, and Jasmine widened her eyes in horror as she felt the evilness of the glow cast on her.
"Tsk, tsk, healthy...and oh...looks like it's time for my punishment, then. It's time to satisfy your master, dear Jasmine.", Jafar gave an evil grin as his staff glowed, and the door of Jasmine's pitiful pantry bedroom locked up.
Jasmine honestly wished she could get her hands on a sharp object... either to stab him in the throat or slit her own throat, just to end all the suffering and hope that Allah have mercy on her for what she would do. Parts of her still wondered why she refused his offer as Queen, but she knew deep down that her father and those that cared for her would be sicked by her decision, not that being his Queen probably would change much... especially in terms of her 'punishment'.
With dark magic by that damn staff, and in himself as well, Jasmine was forced to satisfy him, by either manually simulating his penis or orally taking it in her mouth...The only salvation was that it only happens one or two times a week depending on his mood, and that she has never, ever been stripped of her womanhood, probably because of the fact if she married him, becoming his Queen, she would then be taken of her virginity.
Yes, that's one of the reasons she refuses the offer continually, and she is sickened of herself that she is weak. She fought, yet she's pathetic...She failed her people, her father, Aladdin, and herself...
Jafar smiled wickedly, "So, shall we do the hard way or the easy way?", and Jasmine glared at him, and Jafar hummed, "The hard way, then.", his staff glowing, and Jasmine felt the force of dark magic pushing her into submission, kneeling down.
"Hmm, no, that wouldn't do...", Jafar shook his head before he chuckled, "Oh, I have a much better idea...", and his staff then flashed to her, vanishing her red harlot clothes, leaving her nude, and she widened her eyes in horror as the dark magic pushed her back up against the wall, somehow unable to move.
Jafar cackled deviously, "Ah, excellent...My, my, how much you've grown into a beautiful flower, dear Jasmine.", coming closer, "Why I hadn't considered this before, I don't know, but you're going to belong to me, and if this breaks your dreams of freedom, well, you're pathetic for hoping...After all, I'm the Sultan, the Grand Sorcerer, the Ruler of Agrabah, and you will believe that I'm your master after this...", starting to use his staff to vanish his clothes, starting with his robes.
Jasmine tried to resist, to be able to resist this torture at any point, but day after day, it was practically fruitless compared to Jafar's dark powers. Her only hope these days was maybe somehow, against the odds, getting to Genie's lamp and using him to at least turn the tables on Jafar, or something wilder; she was completely desperate to this point.
She is even desperate to escape Jafar's punishment right now...She had dared to dream that Aladdin would be the one to make her feel good, break her womanhood, give her a night to remember, well, one that would be greater than the wonderful night on the magic carpet, or even someone else who could save her...
But ever since Aladdin and her father's deaths, her greatest wish is becoming her greatest nightmare right now, and she cried in desperation, seeing Jafar's body becoming more and more nude in every step he walks closer. She can't be stripped by Jafar, she can't!
She is afraid of being taken bare and raw like this, with no preparation or protection, by Allah, Jafar would force her to get pregnant and bear his heir! She screamed for help as Jafar came closer, "No need to do that, pussycat, no one can hear you...Dark magic, you know.", with a wicked purr as he reached down to touch her.
Jasmine fought against the dark magic holding her, something snapping inside her, and she couldn't take it anymore, and then suddenly, there was a shout of pain, and Jasmine widened her eyes as she saw the bleeding scratches on Jafar's face as he reared back...Did she do that? Glancing over to her fingers, she saw blood streaking her nails.
"You... little...", Jafar growled under his breath for a moment, before he looked back at her with rage in his eyes like she had never seen before. "BITCH!", he screamed. "All I've done for you! I could've easily had you killed a million times over by now, but I let you live because I desired you as my queen!".
"And you can keep desiring!", Jasmine snapped back, feeling a wave of last stand confidence coming over her. "I'll be dead before you'll do anything more to me! Just kill me now and be done with it then!".
Jafar snarled for a moment, about to hit her when he looked at her, and then hummed, "You know what? I think you'd be very guilty if you left Agrabah like this. How would your father think if you abandoned Agrabah with your death, or say, worse?".
Jasmine's eyes widened, her heart wrenching at the mention of her father, and how he'd be disappointed with her if she abandoned Agrabah...Jafar nodded, "Oh, yes, that hurts, doesn't it? Come, I have a better idea.", using his staff to put his clothes back on, and floated Jasmine through the opening door of her pantry bedroom, and headed through the palace, with Jasmine humiliated and ashamed as she's still nude, the staff here and there seeing her with horrified, shocked looks.
They made it to the throne room, and Jafar went to sit down as Iago sneered and cackled at Jasmine, "Whoa, damn, look at you! No wonder why all the suitors came for you!".
"Iago!", Jafar snapped as the bird quickly shut up. Despite the good fortunes, Iago was practically in just a perilous state as Jasmine at times if Jafar finally got fed up with him. "Now then... Iago, the lamp.".
Iago saluted his wing, "Yes, sir.", before flying up and plucked the lamp from the top of the snake throne statue, in the teeth after Jafar unlocked the dark magic bars on the mouth of the statue.
Iago then landed on the throne armrest, handing over the lamp, "There you go.", and Jafar rubbed the lamp, and then came the familiar blue smoke Jasmine knew by heart, and Genie appeared, submissively bowing his head, "Yes, master?", before widening his eyes in horror and shock when he saw Jasmine in the nude, floating and held in Jafar's dark magic.
Jasmine's tears were held back from showing up, seeing the worry and sympathy in Genie's eyes, and Jafar then asked, "Slave, I order you to show me your knowledge of worlds, worlds far, far away from here.".
Genie sighed deeply, "Yes, master.", waving his hand before a book appeared, his eyes hiding even more worry, curiosity, and fear as he gave the book to Jafar, "This holds the information, little-known or well-known, of the worlds far, far away.".
"Good... perhaps I can find the perfect punishment...", Jafar said as he glanced back to Jasmine. "But... I'm not one without mercy.". He leaned down to get close to her face, "I offer you one last chance, my dear... I can end all your suffering instantly if you just accept my offer of being my queen.". He gave a sick grin to her when he said that.
Jasmine had one thing to say to that... and she simply answered it when she spat in his face.
Genie widened his eyes in admiration yet fear and concern for his only friend as Iago exclaimed in delight and shock, "Oh, now you've done it!", before scowling at Abu who came forward with a bowl of grapes, "About time, monkey boy.", while Abu was staring at Jasmine with amazement and awe, as she reminded him of Aladdin.
Jafar scowled as he touched his face, wiping it away, "Well, if you refuse being my queen, then you won't be a queen in all aspects of life including heirs, and it's only the first step of my perfect punishment for you.", with an extremely evil laugh as his staff zapped at Jasmine, direct at her lower belly as she screamed in pain and confusion and horror, feeling her skin being cutted away, through muscle, fat, and more.
Genie and Abu couldn't look away, horrified while Iago watched in shock and confusion with a tiny bit of fear.
Jasmine's tears streamed across her face as she felt dark magic tearing something away from her, and Jafar chuckled in wicked delight, "Knew those anatomy books and experiments came in handy.", as Jasmine's belly was roughly stitched up, and she heaved, kneeling in pain, staring at the pile of curved organs.
She was starting to realize it when Jafar cackled deviously, "That is the organs that held your eggs, formerly, that is. You still have your flawless womb and precious virginity, but starting today, you are unable to be pregnant forever. Say bye to that dream.", with a grin before starting to look through the book.
Jasmine wanted to cry now upon hearing that, as if keeping her alive was bad enough, he was going to make the torture even worse by what he just did.
Even Iago was a bit taken aback by that, "Jeez, Jafar... a bit too much, don't you think?". Jafar rolled his eyes, "Oh, I could easily do 'much', my feathered friend..."
Genie wanted to run over to comfort Jasmine, having known that one of Jasmine's desires is to have a big family, plenty of siblings for each kid so they couldn't be alone like her, in the aspect of being royal.
Abu was also concerned and sad, shocked, wanting to hug Jasmine, chittering sadly under his breath.
Iago sighed, having a feeling that Jafar isn't done yet as he hummed, reading through the pages, "No...Too similar...Too happy...No oxygen...Toxic gas, interesting, but not right...Too hot...Too much water...Too many kingdoms on that one...War slavery, almost right, but not quite...Too cold...Oh...what have we here?...Foreign...Future vehicles, different languages, evil in many places, people trying to do good, but laws submit them down...Most evil and foreign place for people...N...New York City...Yes, that should be perfect...".
"You find something, Jafar?", Iago asked, and Jafar nodded, "Oh, yes. I have found the perfect far, far away place for dear Jasmine.", with a glance at Jasmine who was paralyzed by the loss of her dream, still staring at her dying organs of eggs.
Jafar chuckled deviously, "Let's see how you survive in such a horrible city especially when you don't know how to pay...I wonder if they chop thieves' hands over there as well...", and Jasmine looked up, horrified, remembering that scary moment in the marketplace.
Iago commented, "I bet she gets put into jail if she scratches nasty on somebody's face like she did to you.", and Jafar blinked before realizing as he touched his scratches on his face, "You know, you're right, but I think I have a better idea...After all, animals get put down if they bite or scratch a human ferally.", with a wicked grin before using his staff, and blasted towards Jasmine.
Jasmine screamed in pain as she shrunk, her bones breaking and realigning, her backside wrenching, her senses becoming overwhelmed with fear and pain, feeling helpless more than ever as she can't even scream then, her voice becoming hoarse, into yowls, and before she knew it, she was staring up at Jafar who's even bigger than before, blinking before she shouted at him, "What did you do?!", before realizing that she can't talk, hearing a yowl, and then looked down to see paws, and gasped, looking around to see a tail.
Indeed, standing right there, is a skinny, long-furred dark brown cat with a thick-ish black stripe from the top of the head down between the ears, down the shoulders, all the way across the back along the spine to the tail, and wide, brown eyes.
"Meow!", Iago taunted as he flew down to her. "Turned this fiery tiger into a little kitty cat!", he roared with laughter, only to take a claw to the face as Jasmine quickly struck back. "AH! Jafar! Get her off of me!", Iago yelled as he was trying to fly away and avoid being mauled by the cat.
Jafar flicked his staff, and Jasmine was pulled by the tail, causing her to yowl in pain, and Iago panted, flying up and down, "Gee, thanks, Jafar!", feathers flying everywhere, landing on the throne armrest.
"Hmm, indeed, still fighting, eh, Jasmine?", Jafar chuckled, and Jasmine hissed at him, with Genie inwardly amused and proud of Jasmine, and Abu snickering at Iago.
Jafar hummed, "There's something not quite right...Ah, yes.", before casting his staff again at Jasmine and she clenched her eyes closed to feel pain again, but nothing, and blinked in confusion as Jafar chuckled, "Oh, that was just making sure that you'll live forever with the guilt, for you won't age, not for a long time since you apparently still think and feel like a human being, so why not 100 years of human time?".
Jasmine widened her eyes in horror...She can't even die in old age! Jafar chuckled, "Now, time to exile you.", before chanting in an ancient language, using his staff at the book, and then a wormhole-portal appeared, and Jasmine gasped, trying to run away from the portal-wormhole, horror and fear in her heart, but it was too late when Jafar cackled, "Good-bye, ex-Princess Jasmine!", with his staff latching into Jasmine's tail, and threw her into the wormhole-portal.
The last thing Jasmine saw before the window closed on her was Genie's horrified and terrified look as he shouted, "Jasmine!", with Abu screeching in shock and horror, with Iago cackling, waving a wing, "See ya, not!", with Jafar cackling deviously.
In less than a fraction of a second, Jasmine found herself falling downward before she crashed into something metallic from the sound of it; a jar of some kind that clearly was overfilling with waste. Jasmine was half awake at this point, the impact combined with the pain and her sudden shift of life almost knocked her out, but she was still awake... barely though... and very much wishing to die as she rolled a bit, and the metal jar tipped over and caused her to be buried in trash.
The horrid smells stirred her a bit more as she got out of the trash, panting, ears drooping and tail down to the ground before an angry shout was heard, and she looked over to see an furious man with a newspaper, shouting in a foreign language, and Jasmine, afraid, lost, confused, ran off, somehow barely finding her legs, emerging out of a dark alley into blinding lights everywhere, and so many humans walking everywhere, talking and laughing and shouting and arguing in so many different foreign languages.