Whipping Princess

“I think I see them,” Tank announced, “There’s a couple of people right in front of the doors.”

“That’s gotta be them!” Aladdin exclaimed.

The princess was naked and being whipped outside the palace gates. The fallen princess was naked to the waist and barefoot and looked to be in almost unbearable pain.

The single-tail lead-tipped lash has already drawn a crisscross pattern of lines across the princess’ bare shoulders and arms that oozed droplets of blood. Her wrists were rubbed raw by the thin leather cords binding them firmly to the pillars outside the palace, forcing her to stand up while enduring this torture, while Nasira slashed her back into a grilled mass of flesh. The whip drug into her flesh as Nasira cracked the whip against her back. Demon onlookers, who numbered in the thousands and line both sides of the street showered her with taunts and insults and spat in her face, yet she was unable to wipe the spittle away due to her hands being restrained. The whip ripped at her dress, exposing the bare flesh of her legs. Meanwhile some male and female demons in the crowd were clearly sexually stimulated by her bare breasts that glistened with sweat and bobbed seductively as she writhed in pain, and were masturbating.

"You were never a princess, I'm afraid," Nasira said, "No... You were a majestic cobra. But now it is time to do as your master says."

The princess tried to endure her pain in silence. When the whip landed on her back, she tried to stifle her scream, yet her stifled moan was audible and she clearly winced. Then one especially heavy stroke sent her now screaming.

The next lash wrapped around her stomach like a poisonous snake, its fangs digging in before being jerked away.

The fortieth blow reached her back.

Naked and covered with her own blood, the princess had been beaten to within an inch of her life before we got here.

Only the shackles kept her from falling over.

Nasira's whip fell again and again.

Her head drooped to one side, wet with sweat.

Nasira turned to us.

“Ah,” She sneered, “The street rat is back.”

“Nasira,” Aladdin grinded his jaw, “Let Badroulbadour go.”

“I wonder, are you here to steal some more bread today? I'll have to cut off your hand again,” Nasira asked nonchalantly, “Or perhaps you’re looking to set your sights a little higher?” Her sneer curled upward at the corner as she waved an arm towards the girl, “Though I must say, you're setting your sights too high, aren't you, girl?" Nasira said mockingly, "Back to your hole, little street rat," Nasira snapped at Aladdin.

Aladdin turned to the Genie with the lamp still gripped in her hand, “Genie, help Badroulbadour! Please!”

The Genie disappeared with the puff of a dark grey smoke. Upon reappearing behind the princess, and telekinetically undoing her shackles.

Nasira, meanwhile, didn’t look surprised in the least bit at this. Her smile opened into a grin, “So sorry, girl,” She began, “But I’ve got my own Genie!” Nasira raised her left arm into the air and summoned another Genie from a ring she was wearing, "I wish I was the owner of the lamp!"

The lamp disappeared from Aladdin's hand and flew into Nasira's.

"Why'd you bother with the lamp genie?" Tank asked.

"The ring genie isn't as powerful. It can't cancel any wishes made with the lamp genie but what Nasira just used it for didn't conflict with any such wish. Don't worry, I've got a plan. We just get the princess snd the lamp back," I said, "We'll beat this Jafar wannabe to a pulp, and that'll an end of it."

Nasira laughed wickedly upon hearing my master plan.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

I thought it was a good plan.

"That's not a plan, that's a goal," Glaze said.

"The mere idea of a cat boy defeating the likes of me," Nasira laughed, "Chainsaword or no, you could never defeat me. And now a I bid you all farewell."

Nasira, the genie and the princess all turned into smoke and went flying into the palace windows.