A feast

Jasmine hurried to the food-burdened table. Every inch was grapes and oranges, lamb and goat, cheeses and breads and foods she didn't recognize. She gorged herself, washing it all down with sweet wine that tasted like strawberries.

The moment she finished, Aladdin spoke behind her. "Did I say you could eat?"

"N-n-no," she stammered in utter fear. "I th-thought that's why it was here."

"You are a ****, Jasmine," he said. "Do slaves eat before their masters?"

"N-n-"

"No!" he finished for her. "They do not."

Aladdin shook his head, his face full of feigned disappointment. His eyes told the truth of his excitement. "Now I must punish you."

"Come," he said.

It was terrifying, being trapped inside a body that moved on it's own. Her feet followed at Aladdin's heels through the maze of rooms and hallways that made up the Palace. Servants froze mid-task to stare at Jasmine's nudity. One old man, whom she had known since she was a girl, licked his lips. Have I lived amongst predators my whole life?

Outside she followed. She felt fresh tears on her cheeks when she saw where he was headed. "No," she said. "Aladdin, please. My Beloved."

"Don't!" he said, stopping to face her. "The Genie's power has revealed the world to me in a way I could never hope to show you. You have no sway over me anymore."

But I do, Aladdin, you just proved that.

He continued, and against her every desire, so did her body, to a simple construction of heavy wood. Two vertical beams and a bisected crossbeam connecting them. Three holes cut into the crossbeam, one for her head, two for her hands. "Please Aladdin, not the stocks."

He gestured, and her body obeyed. She lifted the crossbeam and lowered her own head and hands in place. The cross beam, at a wave of Aladdin's hand, locked in place. Her ankles moved to shackles attached to the lowest portion of the beams. They too attached themselves.

And so she was bound, outside, for all her subjects to see. A Princess, become a ****.

Aladdin spoke, and his voice carried across all Agrabah. "It is I, Aladdin, your new Sultan. Your Princess awaits your displeasure out front of the Palace, in the stocks."

Aladdin turned to Jasmine. "What do you think they will do to you?"