Torture of the Soul, Chapter 4: Progress

Yasmine receives her first taste of the lash

4: Progress

On the fifth night after accepting his offer, Yasmine was summoned as normal. Yasmine was growing used to servicing her master with her mouth, although her jaw and throat hurt constantly from the rough use.

She could not believe a man could last so long, as her husband rarely lasted more than a couple minutes. Of course she also had no idea if their stamina differed between oral and normal intercourse. It seemed clear that Severus preferred the mouth, which baffled her.

She was also by now used to the more degrading aspects required in her oral service. Being called a whore was, she supposed, true, after a fashion. Being made to beg for his cock, his cum, was not so bad, especially since begging for his cum meant he was almost done.

Becoming comfortable touching herself in his presence was another matter. Last night, she had been required to touch herself while he fucked her mouth, to bring herself to orgasm before he finished. Afterwards, he had made her masturbate while he watched, ordering her to beg for permission to orgasm, permission that was repeatedly denied. Three times he had repeated this, with White sucking his cock for the second two rounds. Four orgasms in the space of an hour or two had left her sore and tired.

But not too tired to open her mouth when ordered, and kiss White. She had been surprised to find White’s mouth full of his seed, which she pushed into Yasmine's mouth. Yasmine had had no choice but to swallow, and then thank Severus.

She was also ashamed to realize that she had begun to enjoy his praise. Sex with her husband had always been so mechanical. He wanted it. She lay back and spread her legs, or if he was feeling adventurous she got on her hands and knees, he put it in, whether she was wet or not, humped for a while, and then finished inside her. Normally he would be asleep in minutes. She did her wifely duty, and that was about it. The only praise or thanks her husband had ever offered had been when their son was born.

She was down on her knees, her jaw already getting tired, her chest already wet from the spit that seeped out around his cock as he fucked her mouth. Her fingers were between her legs, seeking out the solace of orgasm, when he told her to squeeze his thigh when she was ready to cum.

She had never considered trying to fake an orgasm for him. So she was right on the edge when she squeezed his thigh. Unexpectedly, he ordered her to stop, and pulled out of her mouth.
“On your back on the bed.”

She got into position to have her mouth fucked, but he roughly grabbed her ankles and spun her around so her ass rather than her head was on the edge of the bed. He spread her thighs and pushed them back, lining his cock up by her dripping entrance.

“Now, let’s see how you feel with a real cock inside of you.”

He slipped in easily, one long moan of pleasure escaping his lips as he pushed slowly inside her to the hilt. For Yasmine, this was the first time anything bigger than his fingers had been inside her for weeks, and this was definitely the biggest thing ever to penetrate her. She gasped at the sensation, which straddled the border between pain and pleasure.

“Rub yourself, slut’, Severus growled throatily as he began to torment her breasts and nipples. “Make yourself cum for me.”

Having just been forced to delay her orgasm, and the pleasure overtaking the pain from the big cock pumping in and out of her, Yasmine responded eagerly. It seemed longer, but it was only a matter of moments before she was writhing beneath him, crying out as her cunt clenched down on his cock. He grunted as his cock was squeezed like a vise, picking up his pace and force. As she came, he twisted her nipples savagely, which only seemed to fuel her orgasm to higher heights than ever before.

When she came down, gasping for breath, he grabbed her neck, squeezing. “That’s a good slut. You like this, don’t you? Tell me how much you love a real cock fucking you.”

Yasmine obeyed and knew she meant every word. “Yes, Master. I love it. I love your big beautiful cock ravishing me.” She had not been told to stop rubbing herself, nor did she want to. She let out a long moan. “Please fuck me, Master. Fuck me!”

Severus smiled, another victory won. He continued to squeeze, gently, using his fingers and thumb to restrict the flow of oxygen to her brain, a trick he had picked up from a courtesan in Elysia who charged top dollar to teach men how to maximize their pleasure, and that of their women.

Before she could orgasm again, he pulled out. Flipping her around so she could see herself in the mirror, he took her like a bitch in heat. One hand squeezed her neck, the other pulled her hair, pulling her head back so she could watch herself get fucked.

“Look at you. My beautiful slave. Such a good whore you are for me. Tell me how much you love being my slut, how much you love getting fucked by my cock.”

The number of things going on in her head overwhelmed any restraint. One arm strained to hold her up while the other hand rubbed her clit furiously. His cock pounded her, stretching her wide, the slapping of their bodies coming together loud in her ears. She had seen a slave girl taken as she was being taken, and it had aroused her then. Seeing herself being used like a slave triggered something within her. She began to scream out how much she loved it, her orgasm crashing over her like a tsunami. The wave of ecstasy seemed to go on and on as he fucked her. When it was over, she was spent, her arms collapsing, her chest on the bed as he continued to use her hole.

She felt him pull out, then felt herself flipped over. Barely conscious, her eyes having difficulty focusing, she felt the cum raining down on her chest and stomach. One gob landed on her parted lips and she reflexively licked it into her mouth, tasting him before swallowing as she knew she should.

He had gotten off the bed and was standing by her. “Clean me”, he ordered, his cock brushing her lips.
The order was simple, and she obeyed, tasting herself on him. She sucked him in deeply, his cock slowly growing limp as her tongue licked him clean. He slipped from her mouth, and then his hand found her neck once more.

“You orgasmed without permission.”

Her eyes widened. She would not have been able to hold back even had she wanted to, and she began to protest. But her cut her off.

“I told you that if you disobeyed, your children would suffer for it. By your oath, you swore to punish them yourself, however I directed.”

Tears flowed down Yasmine’s cheeks. He was a merciless bastard, she thought to herself, but said nothing. He had said it, and she had sworn it.

“You will choose one of your children to whip.” He pointed to a rack on the wall where various whips hung from pegs. She opened her mouth to plead with him, but she knew his will was iron. “Choose the whip you will use. If you choose one that I feel is too small for the punishment, I will do the whipping myself, while you watch.”

Horror shown in her eyes. She could not let this monster whip her child, and she could not bear to punish one of them herself, for her own failing. He stared at her, his command hanging in the air. Finally, trembling, she stood, his cum oozing down her body. On unsteady legs she went to the rack, and chose a whip that was closer to the heaviest hanging there, rather than close to the lightest, reasoning that even a lighter whip in his hands would be far harsher than a lighter whip in his.

She brought the whip over, showing her selection to him. “Kiss it, slut”, he ordered.

She pulled it to her mouth, her lips kissing it gently, her shoulders beginning to sob.

She was startled when his hand was placed gently on her shoulder. “A good general knows when his soldiers face a challenge greater than they can overcome. As does a good master.” He paused. “But punishment is still required.” He paused. “If you get on your knees and beg to be whipped, I will punish you, rather than you punishing your child.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and an instant later she dropped to her knees. Her arms encircled his legs as she sobbed, begging him to whip her instead, offering to go get the heaviest whip he had.

He pulled her to her feet and led her to the far side of the room. Two ropes hung from the ceiling there. He bound her wrists one at a time, ordering her to spread her legs. Then he pulled the ropes tight. She could lessen the strain on her arms by putting her legs closer together, but she knew better than try.

“I would not have allowed you to use this whip in any case”, he said as he walked to the rack. “This one would likely have scarred, used by a novice.” He hung the whip from it’s peg, and chose another, with a half dozen wide leather thongs each about two feet long and half an inch wide. “This one will drive the lesson home, without damaging your value.”

He called White over. Inexplicably, he ordered her to lick up the mess on Yasmine’s belly and chest, then to perform cunnilingus on her as he whipped her back. Yasmine was ordered to count the strokes, which were delivered slowly. He paused now and then to use the supple leather thongs to tease over her tits, her ass. She cried out with each lash but knew full well he could be whipping her harder. She moaned as her breasts were teased.

Meanwhile, White’s expert tongue swirled around her pussy, flicking her clit. Her style, she realized, was different than Blacks. More teasing her towards orgasm, whereas Black charged straight to the climax.

When she reached twenty, her back on fire and her pussy dripping with a different heat, Severus stopped. She felt his cock, hard once again, push against her wet opening, and then penetrate her. She gasped. His hands reached around, his nails digging into her tits, his fingers savage on her nipples. The agony of her back met the newer pain of her breasts, and both were assaulted by the waves of pleasure from White’s tongue and her master’s hard cock. Pain and pleasure merged until she could not tell where one ended and the other began, like a storm battering the shoreline and waves crashing over one another.

“You may cum, whore”, he whispered in her ear. “But when you do, this will be over.”

Yasmine realized she did not want it to end. The mixture of pain and pleasure fired her entire being, sweeter than the finest wine, harsher than the roughest brandy. Intoxicating.

But her body could not hold out forever. Finally, her cunt spasmed around his cock, a flood of liquid spilling over White’s face. She swayed in her bonds as her legs collapsed beneath her. The sudden strain on her shoulders and wrists brought her down from the incredible high.

She opened her eyes, and White was kneeling before her, sucking master’s cock with gusto. His eyes met hers, and he grunted. White gurgled as his cum flooded her mouth, her head held in place by his hands, forcing her to swallow.

When he pulled out of her mouth, limp and glistening, he wrapped an arm around Yasmine’s belly as the other reached up to release her bonds. Yasmine took a moment before her legs could support her. The pleasure was ebbing, the pain returning.

“Take her back to her quarters”, he ordered White, chuckling. “I’m not certain she can make the walk on her own.”

With that, he went to a piss pot and relieved himself while White helped Yasmine make the short walk back to her room.