Torture of the Soul, Chapter 2, The Faustian Bargain

Yasmine makes her choice, and begins her slow journey to perversion

2: The Faustian Bargain

Severus reclined on a divan in the Sultan’s opulent bedchamber, which was now his own. It was large enough to hold orgies in, with a bed large enough for at least five, several couches clearly constructed more for sex than sitting, mirrors, and tables. The harem girls had confirmed that the Sultan, a man of vigorous appetites, had indeed brought his women here as much as a dozen at a time. His wife’s bedchamber was elsewhere, and he had only graced it when the priests confirmed a propitious date for impregnating her.

The only two harem girls remaining stood near him, ready to serve or service him at a word. He had, after much consideration, decided to name them simply Black and White. To him, they were mere objects, not really deserving of names. But, he did need to be able to command them, so he needed to call them something.

There was a knock, and after a moment the large door to the hallway opened by a guard. Severus could see
Posca outside, and in a moment Yasmine entered, the door closing behind her. The guards, and Posca, remained outside, which made the guards nervous. For his part, Severus knew Black and White were too inured to servitude to even think of attacking him, while he trusted that Yasmine understood that violence against him would be repaid tenfold against her children.

As she stood by the door, hesitating, Severus admired her. She had been cleaned, her hair styled, and she wore a simple white silk robe, hanging from her shoulders by two straps, with elegance and poise.
After a moment, she reached her hands to her shoulders, tugging the straps holding her garment in place, and pulled them aside. The silk spooled down her body, pooling at her feet. Her body was breathtaking.

Her breasts were perfectly formed, firm and full. Her skin was flawless, bathed from the dirt of the slave pens, and oiled, giving it a shimmer of liquid bronze. Her belly was taut, her sex freshly shaven, as Severus preferred, making the slave feel vulnerable. Her hair had been styled, and no doubt her perfume was arousing without being overpowering.

Severus had his answer.

She knelt down, then crawled across the floor not on her hands and knees, but on her forearms and knees, making her back arch and allowing him to see her beautiful ass sway as she moved. She crawled the thirty or so feet across the cold marble floor before stopping before his couch. Her forehead lowered, touching the floor.

“By Al-Lat, my patron goddess, I, Yasmine al-Nasir, pledge my soul as surety of my oath. I will obey my Lord and Master, Gaius Aurelius Severus, in all things. I will submit to anything his demands. I will anticipate his every want, and strive to please him with all my being. Further, I will command my children to obey him as I do, to serve his every wish. If they fail to serve and please, their failure shall be my own. I will punish them with my own hand as my Master commands, and I will submit to my own punishment at his hand without complaint, even unto death. If I fail, may Manat take my soul and punish me eternally.”

Severus was suitably impressed by the oath. He weighed it in his mind for a minute, and found no loopholes or technicalities to object to. He sat up, his legs on either side of her prostrate form. He reached down, lightly pulling on her hair, and commanded her to rise and kneel. Her took her chin in his hand, tilting her face to look up at his.

“I accept your oath. Your children will be returned to you in the morning.” Your husband will be spared the cross.” Then he grabbed her neck, squeezing firmly, his threat clear. “For now. He will remain in the dungeon until the last, further guarantee of your pledge.” He released his grip, leaving red fingerprints on her neck.

“May I see him, Master?”

“A slave does not make requests of her master unbidden.” His eyes bored into hers, challenging her to make a complaint or beg further. When she was silent, he continued. “Have you ever sucked cock?”

A blush crept over Yasmine’s face. “No, Master?”, she replied. “In Bashan, noblewomen do not do such things. That is for whores and slaves to do.”

Severus chuckled at the irony of her words. “You ARE my slave now, my whore.” He put his hand to her cheek, almost a caress. “Ask me to teach you to serve in this manner.”

Her pride already crushed to dust, she replied. “Please, Master, teach me to suck your cock.”

He stood, a grin of lust and triumph on his face. One of the most powerful women in Bashan had just asked him to suck his cock. Power, even more than beauty, was the aphrodisiac that Severus enjoyed the most.

He undressed slowly. He left his sandals on, tossing the rest aside. Yasmine let out a slight gasp of surprise when his cock was revealed. He knew that women considered his manhood large, and he knew he was much larger than his slave’s doomed husband. That morning, on a whim, he had gone to the dungeon to see Malik al-Nasir. He was in a cell with three other condemned men, slowly starving as he awaited execution.

One of the other men had begged for mercy, and Severus offered to have three in the cell with al-Nasir executed last if they obeyed a single command each. The three men eagerly accepted. Two were commanded to hold al-Nasir. The third, the one who begged, was ordered to suck his cock. The man balked until Severus called for the guard. Then, the man sucked with the eagerness of a common whore.

Severus, it turned out, was twice the man Yasmine’s husband was.

“Bigger than you are used to?”, he asked Yasmine jokingly.

Although she wanted to say no, to protect her husband in some small way, she knew better than to lie to this man. “Yes, Master. Somewhat bigger.”

“I assume you have never had a cock besides your husband’s?”

She shook her head, “No, Master. I was pure when we wed.”

“Take it in your hand and stroke it.”

She obeyed. This, at least, was something she had done. As she stroked his cock, Severus said, “Now, beg me to suck your Master’s cock.”

She begged, but lacked enthusiasm. So Severus made her beg again, and then beg some more. He offered to have one of her daughters brought up to do it, if she did not want to, and suddenly Yasmine knew how to beg.

“Open”, he ordered, and she obeyed, opening her mouth. He pushed the head of his cock past her lips.

“Now, suck. Swirl your tongue around it. Show me how happy you are to suck Master’s cock.”

She did so, anxious to avoid any further threats to her daughters. She began to bob her head back and forth at his direction, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. As his thick, long shaft grew slick with her saliva, he had her use a hand to stroke it in time with her mouth. Even with his cock at the entrance to her throat, her dainty fingers had plenty of room.

He pulled out. “Now, tell me how much you love sucking my big cock. How you love being my slave. My whore.”

Yasmine was not a natural actress. However, Severus could be very persuasive as director, and soon enough she was rather convincing as she degraded herself for his sadistic delight.

He took her head in his hands, ordering her to put hers behind her back. As he began to fuck her mouth, by his standards gently but to the novice cocksucker it was brutal. As he did so, he mixed insult and compliment, calling her a good cocksucker, a lovely whore, a beautiful slave, and the like. He also told her what was coming next, and what she was to do.

“And, my slave, you will only have once chance to do it right. Fail and tomorrow you will string up your daughters and whip them while I watch. Remember your oath.”

With his cock in her throat, she did her best to nod and say, “Yes, Master.”

He pulled out of her mouth. His cock was shiny and wet, her thick slobber coating it and forming strings connecting it to her lips, dripping down onto her heaving tits, already soaked with spit. She began to stroke his cock with one hand, pointing it at her face.

“Please, Master! Please give me your seed! Bathe me in it! Cover me with your essence! Please, Master, I…”

His cum shooting at her face put an end to begging. The first shot hit her right above her nose, the thick wad separating around the bridge and rolling down on both sides. The next two landed as ropes over her right eye, and the fourth hit her right cheek. The fifth shot directly into her left eye, causing her to wince and pull back, her mouth opening wide, and the sixth shot onto her tongue.

“Now, suck some more, whore. See if there is any more in there for you.”

Blinking against the cum in her eyes, she managed to get his cock back into her mouth, sucking out a few little drops that dribbled out. “He tastes foul”, the thought, but she swallowed anyway.

Severus looked down at her defiled face, and he was almost aroused enough for a second round. Instead, her grabbed her chin and turned her to face a nearby mirror, to see herself anointed with his jizz.

“Don’t you look beautiful, slut?”, he said. “Thank me. Tell me how much you love being covered with my cum.”

She mumbled the words, and his hand grabbed her hair savagely, twisting her head around to look up at him. “I didn’t hear you, cunt. Say it again!”

“Thank you for your cum, Master!”, she cried out. “It makes me beautiful!”

He released her, and called out for Posca. As his servant approached, he said to his slave, “You did well, for your first time. Tomorrow you will be better. When you are perfect, we will move on to something new.” Then he added. “If you do not learn quickly enough, we will see if your daughters are quicker learners. Now, go. You may wash when you get to your quarters.”

As she followed Posca towards the door, he called out. “Posca, inform me if she so much as touches her face before she is back in her room.” Posca assured him that he would.

Fortunately for Yasmine, none saw her shame as she walked to her room other than Posca and the two guards, plus the guard at her own door. Plus the two naked slaves in Master’s bedchamber, of course. By the time the door closed and locked behind her, the tears had washed the stinging fluid from her eyes.