Torture of the Soul, Chapter 7: Yasmine's Daughters

Yasmine's training is complete, so Severus begins training her (18+) daughters

7: The Daughters

The next day was the day Yasmine had been dreading, hoping against hope that it would never come. She was on her knees, anointed by her master as usual, her pussy and ass pleasantly sore. He had told her to remain there while White brought him some wine. He took a long draught, then looked down at her.

“Tomorrow you will bring your daughters to me.”

Yasmine stared up at him, her mouth hanging open. Finally, she spoke. “Master, you promised to leave us with our home and gold for their dowry. But if you…deflower them, then no man of quality will want them.”

Severus looked down at her, chuckling. “My dear, this city was taken four weeks ago. By now, there isn’t a girl of age LEFT who is a virgin. Most of the younger ones are probably deflowered as well by now. Nobody will expect a beautiful girl to be virgin when they wed.”

Yasmine gawked at him. No doubt what he said was true, but her mind raced to find a new argument to spare her daughters. Her eyes were blinking at more than the semen in them now as tears began to flow.

“Would you prefer I only used their mouths and asses?”, Severus asked. “You have told me that you enjoy what I do with you now. Have you been lying to me?” His tone was light, but there was a definite note of menace in the question.

“No, Master. I have not lied.”

He nodded. “Then why should your daughters be denied the same pleasure?” He passed the glass to White. “Do not worry, I will be more gentle on them than I was with you. Plus, you will be here. To reassure them and help teach them.”

Yasmine’s eyes widened, but she said nothing. There was nothing to say.

Severus dismissed her, although he kept White for the evening. Yasmine walked with heavy heart back to the quarters she shared with her children. She spent the night trying to decide what to say to her daughters.

In the end, she told them the only thing she could. They had no choice. She told them what to expect, some of what she herself had done. They must serve as best they can, she said, and try to find whatever pleasure they could in the service.

She could not bring herself to tell them how much pleasure she herself took in servicing their master. She could not admit to herself that she hoped they would find similar pleasure.

The next day Yasmine received a surprise summons to attend her master for lunch. As Black and White served them both, Severus laid out what he expected for the evening. He also made it very clear that he would tolerate some resistance from the girls, but that ultimately it was up to Yasmine to make them perform. If not…

“I will take what I want, regardless of how they scream.”

Evening came. This night White was present, standing naked and eager to please when her time to perform arrived. The door opened as usual, but tonight the sight was different. Yasmine walked in, her red silk gown shimmering. She held a leash in either hand, each attached to a golden collars on one of her daughters’ necks. The girls wore white silk robes, similar to that which Yasmine herself had worn the first night.

Yasmine was a woman in her prime, and her daughters were images of her in her youth. Their skin tone was the same as their mothers, a deep bronze, and their eyes were just as dark. Severus had ordered their hair be dyed, and now they sported curls as blonde as White’s. Their bodies were somewhat more slender, breasts and hips less curved than their mother’s, as they had not given birth or suckled babies as she had.

“Master, may I present my daughters, Zenobia and Calypso for your pleasure.”

The girls were nervous, and looked on the verge of tears as they slid their gowns off their shoulders and to the ground. They got to their knees awkwardly, and once down, they began to follow their mother, crawling as she led them to their master. Yasmine stopped several paces away, dropping the leashes as her daughter crawled to kneel at his feet.

“Why are you here, my lovelies?”, he asked.

He could not tell the girls apart, so perfectly alike they were, but one answered more quickly than the other.

“To serve you, Master.”

“And how will you serve me tonight?”

This time the pause before answering was longer. “With our mouths, Master.”

Severus pulled off his tunic, exposing his hard, soldier’s body and his hard, thick cock to the two virgins, one of whom now had tears dripping from her eyes. “Show me”, he commanded.

The girls both reached up and tentatively began to stroke his cock. Their mother whispered soft directions to her daughters. One of them, the one not crying, wrapped her lips around the head, taking an inch or two in, then handing it over to her sister. Yasmine reminded them to look up at their Master as they served him, and Severus took sadistic pleasure watching the crying girl suck on his cock like a whore.

He did not want this experience to be too traumatic for them. Pushing them too hard, he knew, could break the virgins, and he wanted them to become compliant, even willing sluts, just like their mother. Their mother, now an expert at pleasuring Severus with her mouth, gave the directions, generating less fear and resistance, more acceptance, than if the orders came from him.

She ordered them to suck their Master deeper, faster. When the crying girl did not go deep enough, it was her mother who pushed her head further down Severus’s cock, making her daughter retch. “Your Master likes when you choke on his cock, Calypso”, she told the girl. "Make him happy."

While one girl sucked cock, she had the other underneath him, lapping at his balls. Back and forth they passed his cock, and Severus stared down in fascination as the identical faces looked up at him, their innocence slowly falling from their faces as they became accustomed to his member in their mouths. They began to use their hands to stroke the length of cock, nearly half, that would not fit in their mouths as they bobbed and gagged in it. The mixed sensations, tactile, visual, and even audible, began to overwhelm their owner.

He made a signal to Yasmine and White, and the two women stood behind the kneeling slaves. As Zenobia and Calypso used their mouths to inch their master to orgasm, Yasmine and White stood kissing and caressing each other’s bodies, cupping breasts, stroking nipples, hands lowering to stroke between each others thighs.

Severus told the girls to stop sucking, and look at their mother. “Now, do to each other what they are doing.” Their eyes flew open in shock. “Now!” he added, his tone brooking no refusal.

Zenobia took the lead, kissing her sister softly. “Like lovers”, Severus ordered. “Like your mother is doing.”
Calypso almost seemed ready to bolt, but Zenobia took her arm. “It is all right”, Zenobia said. “Close your eyes and pretend I am a boy. Then she leaned in and kissed her sister’s lips.

Calypso did not respond immediately, but soon she was following her sister. Both had their eyes closed, and could no longer see Severus standing over them, stroking his cock towards climax. Whatever the girls were thinking, each began to respond to her sister’s touch. They began to softly moan in pleasure.

“Keep kissing, do not stop!” Severus groaned. A few more strokes, and he came, shooting his cum down at the girls, doing his best to alternate shots between them. Like mirror images of each other, cum rained down on their hair, cheeks, and eyes, slowly flowing down in sticky white trails.

“Look at yourselves in the mirror, my daughters”, their mother ordered. “See what you are now. Perfect slaves for your Master.” She paused, then added, “Thank your Master for using you, allowing you to serve him.”

The girls mumbled their thanks, and Severus was in no frame of mind to complain. His balls were sore, drained like never before. Yasmine told her daughters to suckle his cock, and as he did so he places a hand on each of their heads, stroking their hair. They licked the messes from one another at their mother’s direction.

“Will you have further use for my daughters tonight, Master?”

“No”, Severus replied hoarsely. “Take them back to their quarters. Then come back so I can use you.”

Yasmine did as ordered. He daughters were silent as they walked back to the harem's quarters. Calypso fell asleep quickly when they returned. Zenobia, on the other hand, could not find sleep until she had brought herself to a final climax as she imagined what it would be like when her master took her virginity.

As for Yasmine, she hardly slept that night, and could barely walk in the morning.