Torture of the Soul, Chapter 5: New Pain, New Pleasure

New depravity awaits Yasmine, and she learns the true meaning of being Severus's slave

5: New Pain, New Pleasure

Once again it took several days before Severus was satisfied with Yasmine’s performance with vaginal sex. Increasingly, she realized that much of each encounter was a performance. She was an actress, an increasingly enthusiastic one at that, learning to play her role in each scene. She had lines to say, and a time to say them. She knew when to move, given subtle cues by her owner, and how and where. She was required to express emotion, especially wanton lust, as genuinely as she could. This was especially important for the climax of the scene.

She had asked a couple of days prior, “Master, why do you almost always cum on my face? Even with Black and White, it’s always on their faces or in their mouths.”

He had replied, “Because, my curious whore, it expresses my power over you, and it reminds me of your place.” Which was, obviously, on her knees, begging to be degraded and defiled by his cum.

Or was it more being anointed by it? A holy chrism telling all who saw it that she had been found acceptable in her service?

This night had progressed the same as the last couple. She crawled to him. Begged to be allowed to suck his cock. Beg to be fucked. He had her face down and ass up on the floor in front of the mirror, watching herself be used for his pleasure, which was also, she had to admit, bringing her much pleasure as well.

He made a motion to Black, who was attending them this evening. The dusky slave brought over a bottle of clear liquid. His thrusts slowed, and he poured the contents of the bottle into the crack of her ass. He began rubbing her anus with his thumb, a strange sensation to her. She knew better than to ask, but she feared what was about to happen.

“Now, slave. Beg to feel my cock in your ass”, he hissed into her ear.

She whimpered, terrified. His cock was huge. “Please, Master. No. I beg you, don’t!”

His voice was unyielding. “My cock is going in someone’s ass tonight. Yours, or your son’s.” It had been more than a week since he had threatened her children. “Choose swiftly.”

With a whimper, she managed to squeak out, “Please fuck my ass, Master.”

He rubbed his cock up and down over her rear entrance. “I didn’t hear you, cunt. Louder. Look in the mirror and tell me you need my cock in your ass.”

She looked at herself in the mirror. Tears of fear ran from her eyes, and her face was twisted, anticipating the pain. She was no longer the noblewoman she had been. She was his whore. His plaything. She did not want to be punished. “Please, Master. I need your big cock in my ass. Please fuck my ass, Master!”

Her voice, despite the high pitch, must have been loud enough, as Severus began to push his cock at her asshole. She felt a pressure, then a sharp pain as his big cock forced her open. She cried out in pain. She felt like she was being split apart as he slowly invaded her bowels, his cock claiming this last part of her.

“Keep rubbing yourself, slut. Relax. The pain will lessen”, he whispered to her. “Some even come to enjoy being taken in the ass.”

Hearing him, Black, who may well have been feeling ignored of late, said, “I love your cock in my ass, Master.”

Severus just laughed. He began to slowly fuck his toy’s ass, long strokes that ended when his balls met her thighs. Yasmine rubbed her clit and cunt, a finger slipping inside. As when she had been whipped, the pain radiating from her back became tolerable, melding with the pleasure from the front. She watched herself in the mirror, getting fucked like the lowest whore in the streets. Her asshole slowly relaxed, accepting the penetration. The pain became not quite pleasure, but a counterpoint that made the pleasure greater.

Unbidden, she moaned, “Oh Master, your cock feels so good in my ass!” Her fingers flew over her clit, and she began to beg for permission to cum. Severus gave it quickly, but she seemed to miss it, continuing to beg before exploding into orgasm. She collapsed onto the floor, her hand pinned under her, fingers stroking her clit as Severus’s cock impaled her ass.

Severus pulled out and gripped her neck, pulling her to her knees. As the haze of ecstasy cleared from her mind, she saw his cock swaying in front of her face. She knew what was expected. She knew that, if she asked to be spared humiliation a second time it was likely her master would not bother to threaten her, but simply call for her son or one of her daughters. She opened her mouth, and obeyed the unspoken command.

The taste was vile, but not as bad as she had expected. Bitter, with a heavy overlay of the olive oil he had used to lubricate her. She tried not to think about what was on his cock as she did her duty and cleaned his cock with her mouth.

Severus did not even make her beg, and she did not have time. His cock erupted while he was pulling out, shooting down her throat, causing her to gag. When he pulled out, his cock was pressed between her right cheek and his belly. He was thrusting it up and down as he came, his seed spraying up like a fountain, mostly landing in her hair and on his stomach.

He finished, and Yasmine sucked him until he went limp in her mouth, drops of cum slowly oozing out onto her tongue. She licked the drops on his belly as he held her head, stroking her hair.

“You did well, my slut. I am proud of you.”

His words, and the unusually soft tone, stirred new feelings in Yasmine. Pride. Appreciation. Contentment. A month ago she would have screamed in indignation simply for being called a slut. Now, a soft smile of appreciation crossed her lips at being told he was proud of her for sucking his shit-smeared cock without complaint.

“Thank you, Master.” She touched her hair, feeling the jizz. Her training led her to lick it from her fingers reflexively. “Master, may I clean up here? I do not want my children to see me like this.”

Severus laughed. “Yes, slut. And you will be sleeping here with me and Black tonight.”

She wanted to protest but knew better. Her children were old enough to marry, after all. Spending the night without her after a week living in the palace should not be a problem.

Before sleep, Severus used her again, along with Black. He moved from hole to hole as the two slaves pleasured each other with their lips, tongues, and fingers. This time it was Black who cleaned Yasmine’s ass from their master’s cock, and then took his load on her face, the white cum glistening on her coal black face. Yasmine lapped it up, sharing the taste with her slave-sister.

In the morning, she awoke to the sound of gagging. Black was laying alongside her master, who held her head on his cock. He was in so deep that his balls were against her lips, his hips making short thrusts stabbing his cock in and out of her bulging throat. Black clearly could not breathe, and began to thrash around, unable to pull her head off his cock against his strong hands. Her struggles began to lessen, and Severus grunted, then let out a long groan as he came in her mouth. She was unable to swallow, and it oozed out of her over his balls as he released her.

Yasmine watched, stunned, unable to speak as Black took deep breaths, coughing as her throat tried to expel the cum lodged in it. When she had recovered, she began to wash his balls with her tongue, cleaning up the mess he had made as he stroked her kinky hair with his hand.

“Good dog”, was all he said.

He dismissed them with a wave. As they walked back to their quarters, Yasmine whispered,

“He could have killed you!”

Black stopped, looking at her. “You still do not understand, do you, my lady?” She spoke the honorific so it dripped with scorn. “I am his property. If he wishes to choke me, even to death, that is his right.” Then she turned and began walking again. “It is up to us to make sure he prefers to keep us alive to continue to serve him.”