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- 1-Sacrifice
- 1
Directly inspired by “Agrabah Sunset” by afterandalasia

"Guards! Take them to the dungeons, and make sure to put the princess and the street-rat in the same cell. I wouldn't want her to miss what happens next."

Jafar's laughter echoed through the grand hall of Agrabah's castle, a sinister melody that sent shivers down Jasmin's spine. She watched, heart pounding in her chest, as the guards started to drag Aladdin away, his eyes locked on hers. The fear in them was palpable, but she saw something else, too – a flicker of determination that told her he wouldn't give up without a fight.

Several more guards came forward and grabbed her and her father as well. They were rough, their grip on her arms like iron bars. Jasmin struggled, trying to break free, but they were too strong, too many. Her sandals slapped against the cold stone floor as they marched her through the castle, down a winding staircase that grew darker with each step. The air grew damp and musty, carrying whispers of despair that seemed to seep from the very walls.

The dungeon was a stark contrast to the opulence above. Jasmin's eyes widened as they passed by the tiny, barred cells filled with shadows that could have been either men or beasts. Her father was thrown into one of them, landing ruffly on the damp stone. His eyes searched hers, desperate for some sign of hope or comfort, but Jasmin had none to give. She could only watch, tears brimming in her eyes, as the heavy metal door slammed shut, separating them.

Finally, they reached the bottom of the staircase. The guards shoved her into a large, brightly lit chamber where the heat was stifling. A blazing fire roared in a massive hearth, casting an eerie glow across the room. The walls were lined with a variety of wicked-looking contraptions that made Jasmin's stomach turn – she knew they were tools of torture. Chains hung from the ceiling, clanking softly in the breeze created by the fire. Her heart raced, and she felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead despite the intense heat.

In front of her, the other pair of guards had just finished locking Aladdin's wrists and ankles in shackles. His feet were slightly spread, and his arms were above his head. A third guard stepped forward, a cruel smile playing on his lips, and began turning a pully. The chains attached to Aladdin's arms retracted, stretching his muscles taut and causing him to grimace in pain. Jasmin's eyes searched the room, desperate for a way to escape or help him, but there was nothing but stone and steel.

The air grew thick with tension, each creak of the pully echoing through the chamber. Jasmin felt a scream building in her chest, but she knew that any outburst would only fuel Jafar's amusement. She bit her lip, willing herself to stay strong, to keep her composure. The guard stopped, leaving Aladdin hanging just shy of his toes, his body a canvas of agony. Jasmin could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the veins in his neck straining against the skin.

With a sadistic chuckle, the guard turned his attention to Jasmin. "It's your turn, my sweet," he leered, his breath hot and foul as he stepped closer. Her hands were bound behind her back, and before she could protest or even flinch, the guard tore the fabric of her dress away, exposing her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts. The other guards jeered, their eyes glinting with malicious glee as they dragged her over to the second set of restraints.

Her feet barely touched the ground as they secured her in the contraption, mirroring Aladdin's own. The chains hoisted her up, and Jasmin felt the cold metal bite into her wrists and ankles. Her dress draped around her, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. The room spun, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the leering stares and the pain. When she opened them again, she was face-to-face with Aladdin, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and anguish. The fire's light danced across his features, casting deep shadows and highlighting the sweat that ran down his face.

The guards stepped away, their work done, and Jasmin could feel the weight of their absence like a heavy shroud. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the crackling of the fire and their labored breaths. Jasmin's gaze never left Aladdin's. He searched her eyes for any hint of what was to come, and she searched his for any spark of rebellion.

Jasmine, her eyes wide with fear, whispered to Aladdin, "What do we do?"

Aladdin, his voice steady, responded, "We fight. We can't let him have everything he wants."

~*~

The sound of the door being unlocked echoed through the chamber, and both Jasmin and Aladdin snapped out of their dread-filled reverie. The door swung open, and in stepped Jafar, his cobra staff in hand, the head of the snake glinting in the firelight. His eyes swept over them, and he nodded in approval at their predicament.

"What do you want with us?" Aladdin was much more pragmatic. "You have the lamp, and you're now Sultan and the most powerful sorcerer in the world."

Jafar approached the fire, the light casting long, sinister shadows across the chamber. He leaned on his staff, his eyes glinting with malevolence as he studied them. "What do I want with you? Well, I want everything. I want your suffering to be the sweetest symphony to my ears. I want the world to bend to my will, and what better way to start than by breaking the two of you?"

With a sadistic smirk, Jafar strode over to a nearby table, picking up a gleaming knife that reflected the firelight. "You see, my dear," he said, turning back to Jasmin, "love is a powerful force. It can make a man do extraordinary things." He held the blade up to the light, admiring its sharpness. "But it can also be a weakness."

"Guards," he called out, and the men immediately moved to Aladdin, their eyes hungry with anticipation. They ripped every scrap of clothing from his body, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. Jasmin's heart pounded in her chest, not only for the fear of what was to come but also for the raw, primal instinct to protect her love. Aladdin's muscles tensed and flexed as he struggled against his bonds, trying to cover himself with his bound hands, but the guards were too fast. His nakedness was a stark reminder of their helplessness.

"The princess as well." The guards then turned their attention to Jasmin. They hesitated, their gazes flickering to Jafar for confirmation. Jasmin felt the fabric of her dress tear away, exposing her to the harsh light of the dungeon. The cold metal chains bit into her skin, and she couldn't help but shiver as the cool air hit her bare flesh. She felt the weight of their gazes on her, but she held her head high, refusing to show them the fear they craved.

Aladdin's heart raced as he watched the blade catch the flickering torchlight. He knew what was coming; he had heard the whispers of Jafar's cruelty even before he’d met the man, how he took particular pleasure in creating eunuchs out of his slaves. "Jasmine," he murmured, "don't watch." But she was transfixed, unable to tear her gaze away from the horror unfolding before her.

Jafar eyes gleamed with malice as he approached, the knife's edge gleaming in the dim light. He gripped Aladdin balls with surprising strength, his grip like a vice. "This," he said, his voice low and vindictive, "is for all the trouble you've caused me."

The blade descended, biting into Aladdin's skin with an agonizing sharpness. His screams echoed off the stone walls as Jafar meticulously severed his manhood, a twisted smile playing on his lips. Jasmine's sobs filled the cell, her nails digging into the dirt floor as she tried to look away. The pain was unlike anything Aladdin had ever felt, a white-hot brand searing his soul.

Jafar stepped back, his task complete, and surveyed his work with a sick satisfaction. He tossed the grisly prize to the corner, where it landed with a sickening thud. The rats, ever eager for sustenance, immediately swarmed the bloody remains, their tiny claws and teeth tearing into the flesh. Jasmine couldn't bear to watch, her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"The Street Rat," Jafar mused, his voice dripping with amusement, "his manhood consumed by the very vermin he's been consorting with." He laughed, a sound that was both jovial and sinister. "A poetic punishment indeed."

Aladdin's screams had turned to sobs, his body limp and defeated in the chains. Jasmin felt a surge of anger and hatred for Jafar like she had never felt before. The pain she felt for Aladdin was unbearable, but the thought of what Jafar might have in store for her was even worse. She had to find a way to escape, to save herself and her father. But how?

Turning to Jasmin, Jafar once more addressed the former princess. "For you," he began, his tone switching to one of calculated malice, "I have something much more... intimate planned." The word hung in the air, thick and heavy with the promise of suffering. "You see, I intend for you to become nothing but a whore," he spat the word out like it was a piece of rotten fruit, "that I'm going to sell off when the next slave caravan arrives in a couple of weeks. Until then," he waved a dismissive hand, "please feel free to keep the guards company. They get awful lonely here down by themselves."

The guards' laughter grew louder, more raucous. Jasmin felt bile rising in her throat as she watched them, one by one, reach into their pants and begin to stroke themselves, their eyes never leaving her naked form. The room was a cacophony of sounds: the fire's crackle, the clank of metal chains, the sickening squelch of flesh, and the guards' animalistic grunts of pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut out the horror, but she could still feel their gazes raking over her like a thousand tiny claws.

Jafar started to leave the chamber, the cackling of the guards trailing after him like a grotesque chorus of his own twisted triumph. But before he could fully retreat into the shadows of the corridor, he stopped in front of the head guard, the man's leer still fixed on Jasmin's exposed form. "Ah, don't forget the boy's wound," Jafar called over his shoulder, his voice dripping with feigned concern. "I plan to sell him off to the highest bidder at the next market, so he'll need to be in tip-top shape."

The head guard nodded eagerly, licking his lips as he stepped forward. "Yes, master," he murmured, his gaze flicking between Jasmin and Jafar.

Jafar glanced back at Aladdin, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement. "Make sure he watches," he repeated, his sinister voice carrying across the room and sending chills down Jasmin's spine. "If he closes your eyes, then remove his eyelids." Addressing Aladdin directly, "You'll watch as she's defiled. See how she gives these men what you can now never have, and you will enjoy it."

The head guard stepped forward; his hand still wrapped around his thickening member. He smirked at Jasmin, his eyes cold and dead. "Looks like you're going to be a popular girl around here," he leered, stroking his chin with a thumb that was sticky with pre-cum from his own dick he’d been stroking. The guards crackled as they began to form a line, eager to claim their prize.

Jasmin flinched, but Aladdin's voice, strained with pain, cut through the chaos. "Leave her alone," he roared, his body tensing against the restraints. The guards paused, looking back at Jafar for confirmation, but the Grand Vizier had already disappeared into the shadows.

The head guard let out a huff, his frustration with Jafar's interruption evident. "But, I suppose I better take care of you first," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wouldn't want you to bleed out or get sick before you can be sold."

With a wave of his hand, he called over another guard, one who had experience tending to new eunuchs. The guard approached Aladdin, his eyes darting to the blood-soaked floor to avoid stepping in the mess. He pulled out a hot iron from the fire and held it up for the boy to see. The metal glowed a fiery red, and Jasmin felt the bile rise in her throat as the guard approached Aladdin. "This is to cauterize the wound," the head guard said, his voice matter-of-fact. "It'll keep you from bleeding out and getting infected."

Aladdin's eyes went wide with terror as the guard approached him, the smell of burning flesh already filling the room. The head guard stepped aside, allowing the other to take center stage. The guard's hand was steady as he brought the iron closer to Aladdin's groin, the sizzle of the metal piercing the air like a serpent's hiss. Aladdin's scream, when it came, was like nothing Jasmin had ever heard before— raw and animalistic, a sound that clawed at the very fabric of her soul.

The guard laughed, the sadistic sound bouncing off the stone walls. Jasmin felt a part of herself die with each second that passed, each grunt from the men around her. But amidst the chaos, she found a spark of determination. She wouldn't let this be their end.

~*~

A bucket of water being thrown in his face brought Aladdin back to consciousness with a shock. He sputtered and choked, his eyes snapping open to a world that was a blur of pain and torment. The cold water did little to soothe the searing agony between his legs, but it did manage to clear the fog from his brain. The room swam into focus, and he saw Jasmin.

Her eyes were haunted, her body marred with bruises that stood out starkly against her olive skin. The head guard was still behind her, his hands mauling her breasts as if they were fruit to be plucked and squeezed. Jasmin's head lolled forward, exhaustion and pain etched into every line of her beautiful face. Her legs were spread wide, the same guard's cock pushing against her, seeking entry with each brutal thrust. Her body jerked with every impact, the chains rattling a mournful tune in the otherwise silent room.

Suddenly, the head guard stiffened, his eyes rolling back into his head as he climaxed, his seed spilling into Jasmin's unwilling body. Her own moan was torn from her, a mix of agony and despair that seemed to echo off the dungeon walls. Aladdin's chest heaved with rage and pain as he watched, his body straining against the chains that held him.

The head guard stepped back, wiping his cock on Jasmin's torn dress, leaving a trail of stickiness that made Aladdin's stomach turn. He was immediately replaced by a second guard, who didn't bother to prepare Jasmin in any way. He just shoved himself inside her, his grunts of pleasure joining the symphony of horror in the room. Jasmin's head lolled back, and Aladdin could see the tears tracking down her cheeks, her eyes squeezed shut as if she were trying to escape the reality of what was happening.

The guard's hips slammed into Jasmin with a sickening rhythm, his breath coming in ragged pants. Each thrust sent waves of pain through her body, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Aladdin watched, his eyes never leaving hers, his own pain momentarily forgotten in the face of her suffering. The guard's grip on her hips was bruising, his nails digging into her soft flesh. The chains above her creaked and swayed with the force of his movements, casting eerie shadows across the dungeon floor.

When the second guard finally withdrew, panting and satisfied, Jasmin slumped in her restraints, her knees threatening to buckle. But she was jolted back to reality as another took his place, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was almost feral. Over and over the scene was repeated, each guard taking his turn, some coming back for seconds, their lust insatiable. The air grew thick with the smell of sweat and despair, the only sounds in the chamber the wet smack of flesh against flesh and the tortured cries of Jasmin.

But as the hours bled into one another, the guards' fervor began to wane. One by one, they stumbled away from Jasmin, their eyes glazed over with exhaustion. They had taken their fill, and even their twisted desires had limits. Eventually, their taunts grew quieter, and the room fell into a heavy silence, the only sounds the crackling of the fire and Jasmin's ragged breathing.

The door to the chamber opened once more, and a hunched-over servant girl shuffled in, her eyes cast downward, carrying a tray of food and water. She was a silent ghost in the aftermath of the horror that had unfolded. The head guard looked up from where he'd been lazily watching the proceedings, his eyes glazed over with lust. He waved a hand at the girl, and she scurried over to Jasmin, setting the tray down at her feet.

The girl looked up at Jasmin with a mix of pity and fear, her own eyes red-rimmed from crying. She held out a piece of stale bread, trembling slightly. Jasmin's eyes remained fixed on the floor, her body feeling as though it were made of lead. "You must eat," the girl whispered, her voice barely audible. "You need your strength."

But Jasmin's resolve was stronger than the hunger gnawing at her stomach. She clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head as much as the chains allowed. "No," she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I won't give him the satisfaction."

Aladdin's heart ached as he watched Jasmin's suffering. He knew she needed to regain her strength, but he also understood her pride. With a heavy sigh, he whispered to her, "Jasmin, please. For me."

Her eyes slowly lifted to meet his, the firelight reflecting the depth of her pain. She searched his face, looking for any sign of judgment or revulsion, but all she found was love and concern. With a tremble in her chin, she nodded, conceding to his plea. The servant girl tentatively offered the bread again, and this time Jasmin took a small bite. The taste was bitter in her mouth, but she knew Aladdin was right.

They were left in the dungeon's cold embrace, the only light coming from the dying embers of the fire. The guards had retreated, leaving them in silence save for the occasional squeak of a rat scurrying across the floor. Jasmin's body felt like it was made of shattered glass, each movement sending a fresh wave of pain through her. Despite it all, she managed to find a position that was slightly less agonizing and leaned against the stone wall, her chains rattling softly.

Days passed in a blur of pain and despair. The cycle was unchanging: each morning, the guards would release them from their chains and force Jasmin to endure another round of brutal rape. Then, they'd be given a meager breakfast before the chains were reaffixed, leaving them suspended in their own private hell. The guards took turns, each more eager than the last to claim their prize. Jasmin had lost count of the faces, of the hands that had touched her, of the mouths that had bruised her. The only solace she found was in Aladdin's pain-filled gaze, which never left hers, even when she couldn't bring herself to look back.

The evenings were the worst. After the last guard had had his fill, they'd be left in the dungeon's embrace, hanging by their wrists, their feet just brushing the cold, damp floor. The isolation was a prison within a prison, each minute stretching into an eternity of pain and fear. They whispered to each other, sharing stories of hope and love, trying to drown out the sounds of the castle above, a stark reminder of the lives they'd once led. The darkness was thick, the only light coming from the flickering torches that lined the corridor, casting eerie shadows across their bruised and bloodied forms.

But amidst the horror, there was a glimmer of hope. The only upside to the endless days of torment was that Aladdin's groin had healed rather well. The cauterization had been brutal, but it had worked, leaving no sign of sickness or infection. The pain was still there, a constant throb that was a grim reminder of what Jafar had taken from him, but it was a small victory in a sea of despair. Jasmin had watched over him, her eyes never leaving his face as he'd suffered through the first few days, her own agony reflected in his.

And then, when they were both near the breaking point, hope snuck in like a thief in the night. The lock on their cell door clicked open, and a small figure darted in, nimble and silent. Abu, their clever monkey friend, had found them. His eyes were wide with fear, but his movements were swift and sure as he approached Jasmin's shackles, his nimble hands already working on the lock. Jasmin's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched the metal give way under his skilled touch.

With a soft clank, the chains fell from her wrists and ankles, and Jasmin crumpled to the floor, her legs too weak to hold her. Aladdin's eyes lit up with hope as he watched the same process unfold before him. Abu's hands were a blur as he worked, his little body trembling with urgency. Finally, with a grunt of effort, the last lock gave way, and Aladdin's chains fell to the ground, leaving them both free.

hey didn't waste a moment, scrambling to their feet, their eyes locking for a brief second. In that look, Jasmin saw the same burning determination she felt. They had to escape, to find a way to stop Jafar before he could do any more damage. Aladdin grabbed the knife that had been used to castrate him, his grip tight and white-knuckled.

They moved as shadows in the flickering torchlight, Their bare feet silent on the cold stone floor. Each step was painful for them both, but they pushed herself forward, the need to escape propelling her through the agony. They stuck to the walls, moving through the dungeon with a precision that spoke of their desperation. The guards had left them with nothing but the chains that had held them, but that was all they needed.

The knife was slick in Aladdin's hand, and Jasmin couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction knowing that they now had a weapon. As they ascended the stairs, they could feel the tension in the air, the castle above them a cocoon of evil that was ripe for the tearing. The thought of Jafar's face when he discovered their escape was almost too sweet to bear.

The only had one chance. They had to get to Jafar before their escape was discovered and a search was begun. With the knife still in hand, Aladdin led the way, his bare chest heaving with each breath he took. Jasmin followed closely behind, her heart racing. They had to move swiftly and silently, like phantoms in the night.

As they moved through the dank corridors of the dungeon, they stumbled upon a pile of discarded servant's clothing. The fabric was rough and stained, but it would serve their purpose well. Jasmin and Aladdin hastily donned the garments, wrapping themselves in the shadows of their newfound disguises as they made their way to Jafar's living quarters. The ill-fitting garments were a stark contrast to their usual regal attire, but right now, they were a lifeline, a key to their freedom and more importantly their revenge...

~*~

The battle was over, and Jafar, now a mere genie himself, was trapped hopefully forever. Aladdin, still slightly reeling from the pain of his castration, clutched the lamp tightly. He had one last wish. A wish that could give him back what he had lost. The choice before him was stark: his manhood or the genie's freedom.

For a moment, Aladdin was tempted to undo the horrific deed. But then he looked into Jasmine's tear-stained eyes, and the love he saw there was stronger than his own pain. He knew what he had to do.

"I wish," Aladdin gritted out, his voice hoarse from screaming, "for the genie to be free."

The genie looked at him, surprised by the selflessness of the wish. "But Aladdin, I can give you back what you've lost. It's within my power."

"No," Aladdin said, his voice firm. "Your freedom is what's most important. You've been a slave for too long."

The genie nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek. "As you wish," he whispered, and with a brilliant flash of light, he was released.

The genie hovered before them, his form shimmering. "For your kindness, I shall grant you both your deepest desires," he said, his voice filled with warmth and gratitude. "Aladdin, though I cannot undo what has been done, I can heal you and make it so you can meet her needs." With a wave of his hand, Aladdin felt a warmth spread through him, and his pain was gone. He looked down, his eyes wide with amazement as he realized that his erection had been restored.

Jasmine, her heart swelling with love, took his hand. "Aladdin, you are more than enough for me."

~*~

Years passed, and their love grew stronger than ever. They were married in a grand ceremony, their love a beacon in Agraba. Though Aladdin remained a eunuch, their nights were filled with passion and intimacy beyond measure.

The time, however, had come for Jasmine to fulfill her duty to the kingdom. The pressure from the sultan was palpable; they needed an heir. Aladdin knew he couldn't bear children, but he also knew he would do anything for Jasmine. He took her into his arms, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, their love story now a complex tapestry of shared pain and joy.

Together, they devised a plan. They would invite a worthy man to their chamber to perform the necessary act of conception. But Aladdin would not be absent. He would be there to ensure Jasmine's comfort and to bear witness to the creation of their future.

The evening of the event, Aladdin's nerves were as tight as the strings on a lute. He gathered an assortment of fragrant oils and warm water, setting up a makeshift bath in their chamber. Jasmine, understanding the gravity of the situation, allowed herself to be bathed by her husband, her eyes filled with a mix of love and fear. She knew this would be a test of their bond, one that could potentially scar them both.

He began by gently washing her hair, the water cascading over her shoulders in a dark waterfall. He moved down her body with tender strokes, cleaning away the dust of the day. His eyes took in every inch of her, memorizing her curves and valleys. His hands trembled slightly as they reached her breasts, tracing the metal hoops that pierced her nipples. He knew the bull would take pleasure in them, and he wanted her to be prepared.

Aladdin's touch grew bolder, sliding down her torso to her sex. He took special care to clean and anoint her, his thumb circling her clit with the slickness of the oil. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but feel a spark of desire. It had been so long since they had been intimate in that way, but this was not about them; this was about the future of Agraba.

Finally, her body gleaming with oil, Jasmine lay on their bed, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even. Aladdin had picked the strongest and most virile man he could find for the task, a bull from the palace stables. He hoped this man would be gentle with her, but fear gripped his heart as he thought of the pain she might endure. He kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you," before leaving the room to fetch the bull.

The bull, a brute of a man with muscles bulging from his bare chest, strode into the chamber, his eyes immediately drawn to Jasmine's exposed body. He looked at Aladdin, expecting him to be nothing more than a silent spectator, a eunuch whose sole purpose was to serve and prepare.

"Strip," the bull grunted, his voice thick with lust. Aladdin swallowed hard and obeyed, sliding his robes off his shoulders, letting them pool at his feet. He knew his place in this twisted ritual, and he would not let his pride get in the way of Jasmine's comfort.

The man's cock, already half-hard with anticipation, grew to its full length as Aladdin knelt before him. The air was thick with the scent of musk and desire. He took the man's member into his mouth, his own emotions a whirlwind of anger, fear, and love for Jasmine. His tongue danced around the tip, coaxing the bull's arousal to its peak. The man groaned, his hips bucking slightly, his hand tangling in Aladdin's hair.

Aladdin's own body responded to the intimate act, his cock hardening in his makeshift pants. It was a bittersweet feeling, one that brought back memories of their early days together. He pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand, feeling the bull's cock pulse in his mouth as he grew closer to climax. With a final, guttural grunt, the bull was ready.

The bull yanked Aladdin to his feet and pushed him towards Jasmine. "Now, serve your purpose," he growled, his eyes glinting with a mix of lust and cruel amusement. Aladdin felt the weight of the man's hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the bed. Jasmine lay there, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and love, her body quivering with anticipation.

Gently, he positioned the man's cock at her entrance, feeling the warmth and wetness of her sex. The bull's hand was on the back of his neck, pushing him down until the tip of the man's member breached her. Jasmine gasped, her body arching slightly as she felt the foreign intrusion. Aladdin's eyes never left hers as he guided the bull's cock deeper into her, his heart aching with every inch that filled her.

The bull took over then, his hips pumping in a brutal rhythm. Jasmine's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth gritted against the pain as the man claimed her in a display of raw, primal power. Aladdin's hand remained on her clit, his thumb working it in small circles, trying to coax some pleasure from her trembling form. He watched as the bull's chest heaved, his grunts growing louder with every thrust.

The bull's hands roamed over Jasmine's body, squeezing her pierced nipples and leaving bruises on her neck as he kissed her with a passion that was almost feral. She moaned, the pain morphing into something else, something darker and more intense. Her eyes found Aladdin's, and he saw the trust in them, the love that transcended the horror of their situation.

Finally, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the palace, the bull stiffened and spent himself inside her. Aladdin felt the warmth of the man's seed as it filled Jasmine's womb, the promise of a future he could never have given her on his own. The bull pulled out, his cock still glistening with the evidence of their union.

Exhausted, Jasmine lay there, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The bull looked down at her with a smug satisfaction before turning to Aladdin. "Clean me," he ordered, his voice thick with lust and dominance. With trembling hands, Aladdin took the man's cock back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it to clean away the last traces of their encounter.

When the bull was satisfied, he strutted out of the chamber, not bothering to cover himself. The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Aladdin and Jasmine in the candlelit silence. Aladdin carefully climbed into bed beside her, pulling the silken sheets over their bodies. He held her close, his hand caressing her slick body as they passionately kissed.

"It's over," he whispered into her ear. "It's done."

But the truth was, it was only the beginning. Each night that week, the bull returned to their chamber, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. He took his position over Jasmine, his body a tower of muscle and desire. Aladdin held his wife tightly, whispering reassurances into her ear as the man claimed her again and again.

The bull's appetite grew with every passing day. His touch grew rougher, his grunts more primal. Yet, through it all, Jasmine's eyes remained fixed on Aladdin's, drawing strength from the love that burned between them. And each night, as the bull's seed filled her, Aladdin's own passion grew. He felt a strange mix of anger, love, and a need to protect her from the brutality of the act that was being forced upon her.

On the seventh night, something changed. As the bull thrust into her one final time, Jasmine's body tightened around him, her eyes squeezing shut as she bit back a scream of pleasure. The man's eyes rolled back in his head, his body stiffening before he collapsed atop her, panting heavily. Aladdin knew. He knew that the seed had taken, that their child was growing within her.

Finally, the bull took his leave, his task complete. Aladdin dismissed him with a curt nod, his heart a tumult of emotions. He turned back to Jasmine, her body bruised and her spirit unbroken. She looked up at him with a soft smile, her eyes filled with love and relief. They had done what they had to, and now it was time to heal.

They lay together, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. Aladdin's hands roamed her soft skin, feeling the life growing within her. The anger and pain of the past week had left them both, replaced by a gentle tenderness that soothed their souls. He kissed her gently, his love for her a fire that had been stoked by the flames of their shared suffering.

Jasmine's hand found his, her fingers tracing the lines of his palm. "Thank you," she whispered. "For everything."

Aladdin swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "You are everything to me," he murmured.

The End
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