Torture of the Soul Chapter 3: Noblewoman, Slave, Whore

Severus continues training his captive noblewoman to be a toy for his lusts. All character 18+

3: Noblewoman, Slave, Whore.

It took three more tries before Severus was satisfied with her cocksucking skills.

Each day she was brought to him, he pushed her harder, used her mouth more roughly, a toy for his pleasure. As she improved, especially in learning the things he wanted to hear, he praised her, touched her gently, while doing nothing that reduced his own pleasure.

She learned to breathe through her nose, relax her throat, and adjust the angle of her neck to better accommodate him. She could not get all of his manhood down her throat until he laid her on her back and took her mouth upside down, the curve of her throat matching the curve of his long, thick prick. She still choked and felt like she would drown on her own spit, and, worse, being used in such a way made her feel even more like a whore, an object to be used, with no value beyond what pleasure she brought her owner.

Which, of course, she was.

Were it not for her children being returned, she may not have been able to make it through the ordeal of degradation. True to his word, she was brought to them on the morning after her first encounter with her master’s lusts. They held each other and cried for a long time, and then cried some more when she told them their father was dead. It was a lie, but one that she felt would save them the burden of foolish hope, of longing to see him. For all she knew, Severus had lied and he truly was dead, but either way, best to get the children past the loss of their father.

They were moved, along with the two slave girls who refused to admit to any name besides Black and White, into the suite of rooms that had been the home of the Sultan’s harem. It was far more space than they needed, but when she asked Severus if he planned on adding more women to his harem he just laughed.

“If you fulfill your oath, I will have all I need”, he replied.

Yasmine tried not to think of the fact that, eventually, her daughters, and apparently her son, would eventually be summoned to service their owner’s desires. She did try to prepare them for it, telling them that, someday, their master would have them serve him personally, and no matter what they must obey.

She made them aware that if one of them disobeyed, failed to please him, they would all be punished. Although she did not speak of what she did when summoned to serve, they were all worldly enough to guess on their own. They seemed to accept that, whatever she was doing, it secured them a better life than they had experienced in the slave pens.

On her third night serving her master with her mouth, she was on her back, her drool running down her inverted face as he pummeled her throat, when he began to rub her pussy. The prior night, he had mauled her tits while he fucked her face like this, squeezing hard enough to leave marks, twisting and pinching and pulling her nipples until she screamed around his cock as it ravished her throat. In a strange way, her body had reacted to that, her pussy getting moist as he tortured her breasts.

Now, tonight, he was rubbing her most sensitive spot. Reaching her sex required him to stretch, and that caused him to slow the pace of his oral assault, and, more importantly, the depth. It also caused her to body to respond.

With his cock only halfway into her mouth, she could swirl her tongue around it the way her liked. She began to moan as her clitoris became engorged from his stroking, then gasped when his fingers sunk into her cunt unexpectedly, sliding in effortlessly courtesy of her wetness. She lost her focus on his cock as the sensations grew within her. Building. His fingers curled within her, reaching a spot she had not known existed. Her own fingers clawed at the couch she lay on, not in pain, but in surprised pleasure.

He did not seem to mind that she had stopped doing anything with her mouth except keep his cock warm and wet. His fingers fucked her cunt rhythmically, sliding wetly over her clit and then stroking that spot within her. Her orgasm rushed over her without warning. Her hips bucked, her juices running out over his fingers as she tried to cry out around his cock. Then she choked and gagged and sputtered saliva as he rammed his cock into her throat, and her orgasm finished with his balls pressed to her nose, her air supply cut off, which, if anything, seemed to prolong the orgasm.

When she was done, he pulled out, put her on her shaking knees, and finished on her face as always. She begged for it as always, barely able to speak the words as she panted to catch her breath. She was certain his load was even larger than normal, and she had to ask permission to use her fingers to clear her eyes before she could see again.

Severus called for wine, surprisingly calling for two glasses. She had no choice but to accept the glass and drink, despite her face being covered with his seed.

“Have you never reached orgasm before?”, he asked.

Through her mask of cum, she looked confused. “I have, but…” she paused, embarrassed. “Only from my own fingers.”

Severus nearly fell off his seat laughing. “You’re serious? I know his prick is small, but he never used his fingers or his tongue to bring you off?” When she shook her head, he laughed again. “Well, I’ve never been wed, but if I took a wife, I’d at least make sure she got hers from time to time.”

He beckoned to the Black, who was standing near ready to serve. “Black, come here. Clean her face, then get between her legs and show her what a tongue can do to a woman.”

Black walked to the bed. She put a knee beside Yasmine, and without warning, leaned in and took a long lick at Yasmine’s cheek, scooping up her master’s seed with her tongue, then swallowing it. Yasmine started to protest but acquiesced at a command from Severus. Trembling from the touch of another woman, she was clearly uncomfortable., nearly spilling her wine before Black took the glass from her, pushed some of the mess from her face into it, and then took a sip before setting it aside.

Once Yasmine’s face was somewhat cleaned up, Black pushed her down onto the bed, spreading her thighs with her hands. Severus for his part reclined on a couch and enjoyed the show as his newest slave experienced her first woman.

Black spread Yasmine’s nether lips apart, her tongue darting in and out and over the pink flesh within. Her thumb rubbed around Yasmine’s clit in circles, every once in a while replaced by Black’s lips sucking it. Black’s long fingers slipped inside, and worked in an out, fucking her, exploring her inner folds. Black had done this many times in the Sultan’s harem, where the women could not expect to be used more than once a week. Under Severus’s ownership, she did it daily with White.

It did not take long before Yasmine was moaning and panting. Soon after that, her inhibitions lost in the erotic pleasure, her hands found her own breasts, massaging and kneading them, stroking her own nipples as Black lapped at her cunt. This time, Yasmine’s orgasm took a while to build, but when it hit she bucked her hips, pushing Black’s face into her and grinding on her, and screamed out her ecstasy like a wanton slut.

As she came down, she heard Black grunt. Severus was standing beside the bed, behind Black, fucking her. “Turn around”, he ordered Yasmine. “Under her. It would only be polite for you to return the favor.”

Yasmine hesitantly slid around on the bed. When she was in position, she looked up to see Severus’ thick white cock spearing into Black’s ebony pussy, spreading the lips and exposing the pink wetness inside. She stared up, fascinated, inhaling Black’s musky scent. Then, as Black resumed giving her oral delight, Yasmine did as she was told and took her first lick.

The taste was no different than when she had tasted herself on her own fingers. Not pleasant, but not objectionable. Certainly a more agreeable than Severus’ cum. The task of licking at the black woman’s clit was made difficult by the force of the cock thrusting into her. After a few tries, She decided the easiest thing was just to extend her tongue and allow the motion of Black’s hips to drag her clit over Yasmine’s tongue. Of course, she also ended up tonguing Severus’s shaft, and her nose dragged over his scrotum, the pubic hairs ticking her. Nothing she had not experienced before, but strangely different from this angle.

“Open your mouth” Severus ordered. It took a moment for Yasmine to realize the order was directed at her. Once she had, Severus pulled out of Black’s cunt, and put his dick into Yasmine’s mouth. Yasmine sucked on it with more eagerness than she would have admitted, her inhibitions chased far away by the pleasure radiating from her groin. Severus pulled out, slammed into Black’s pussy once more, and Yasmine went back to using her tongue. She also snaked one hand up and began stroking Severus’s balls with it.

Soon, Severus was grunting with each stroke, and the force was such that the slapping of his thighs on Black’s ass was nearly deafening to Yasmine. With a final grunt, Severus stopped, buried deep inside, and Yasmine could see his cock pulsing as he pumped his cum into the other woman’s cunt. When he was done, he pulled out, once more having Yasmine suck him. A few days ago she would have found this disgusting.

Now, it seemed natural.

Severus stood, too up his cup of wine, and drained it. His cum was oozing out of Black’s pussy, and he ordered Yasmine not to let it go to waste, so she licked it into her mouth, finding it less disagreeable when mixed with the other woman’s juices.

Black climbed off her and, as if nothing had happened, returned to her duties, refilling the now empty wine cup. Severus waved her off when she went to refill Yasmine’s cup. “Off to your quarters, both of you.”

As Yasmine climbed out of bed and stood, Severus looked at her and said, “You did well tonight. I am very pleased. Tomorrow, I will send you and your daughters to the marketplace with some gold. Escorted, of course. Buy yourself and your girls some nice things. Black will go with you, she may know her way around better than you.”

Yasmine pulled her robe back on, and then she and Black walked back together. Both had sticky faces and sweaty bodies. They did not speak. Yasmine was lost in thought and Black normally spoke so little that Yasmine thought she must be under some order of silence. The children were asleep, and soon, sore from her debauchery, Yasmine was as well.