Torture of the Soul, Chapter 6

Yasmine's husband discovers why he has been kept alive, and that no matter what, things can always get worse.

6: Torture of the Soul

Malik al-Nasir had been rotting in his cell for he had no idea how long, at least three to four weeks. At first, it was bad enough. Being hungry was not something one of the richest men in Bashan had ever experienced. Cold. Hopelessness. Urinating and defecating in front of an audience. These were new to him.

When that bastard Severus had come down, though, it had taken a decidedly worse turn. Being held by two men who, if not friends, were not his enemies, while a third sucked his cock hard just so that devil could see how big (or how small) his cock was, that was bad enough. But then the guards had gotten into the act.
Nearly every day now his three cellmates sodomized him or forced him to perform fellatio on them. The guards rewarded them for the entertainment with extra food rations. Malik himself only got extra if he amused the guards well enough

The worst part, he thought, was not being able to end his own life.

A short while ago, he had been pulled from the cell. He had been thrown into a bath, told to make himself presentable. Confused, he nonetheless enjoyed scraping weeks of dirt and grime from his body. Then he was dressed in rich robes from his own wardrobe. The guards bound him, then led him somewhere.

“The general says he has a show for you”, was all they answered when he asked where he was being taken. At least, he thought, they would not go to this trouble to crucify him, so whatever was coming would be better than that.

He was wrong.

Malik was not familiar with the private areas of the royal palace. He was led in through a side door and then, through winding halls and a number of doors, into a small room. There were soft carpets on the floor, paintings with erotic themes on the wall. And a single chair of royal style and a large window of clear glass.

The guards forced him into the chair and bound him tightly. Straps around his chin and forehead held his head tightly in place. A gag was put in his mouth, and then more fabric was wrapped around his mouth outside the gag. All he could do was look out the window into what must have been the Sultan’s bedchamber.

As he would soon learn, he could also hear what was said on the other side of the window.

Severus strode into the room, followed by two nude women, one dark skinned and one white. Both were statuesque and beautiful. They poured the conquering general wine, then moved over to a bed. Soon, they were entwined pleasuring each other with their hands and mouths.

Then some entered the room. Had Malik’s mouth not been gagged, it would have gaped wide. It was his wife. Wearing a simple red silk robe, she stood inside the doorway at the far end of the room. Her hands raised to her shoulders, and the robe slid off to the floor, exposing her nude body.

His wife got down on her knees and forearms, crawling across the floor to the victorious general, a smile on her lips. When she reached his chair, which was turned so both Severus and Yasmine were in profile to Malik, she knelt. One hand went between her legs, where Malik noted she had no hair, and began to stroke her sex.

“Please, Master. Please may I suck your cock?”

Malik’s eyes widened. Never had his wife offered to do such a thing for him. She asked several more times before Severus stood, removing his tunic. His cock, Malik noted, even soft was much larger than his own.

His wife’s hand went to the cock, caressing it. “Oh, Master, I love how big your cock is.”

She wrapped her lips around it, and Malik tried to scream. As if sensing his reaction, Severus turned and seemed to look right at him, grinning.

His wife was sucking cock with all the eagerness of a high-paid whore. She gagged and sputtered and spit ran out of her mouth. Severus pulled out of her mouth, and commanded her to look into the mirror. “What do you see?”

“A whore, Master. Your whore.”

“Do you enjoy being my whore?”

“Yes, Master, I love it. I love serving your cock.”

Severus began fucking Malik’s wife’s face, and she did not struggle at all, taking it in as if she indeed loved it. Malik thrashed in his bonds, but the chair was bolted to the floor. He tried to close his eyes, to look away, but one of the guards noticed and put a knife to Malik’s groin.

“Watch. Open your eyes and watch or I’ll slice this little pecker like an apple.”

His wife pulled off her master’s cock. She began to beg for him to fuck her. She debased herself, and Severus let it go on for a while as she pleaded to take his huge cock, the best cock she had ever had, in her cunt. When Severus finally granted her wish, he positioned her so she was facing the mirror, looking into it as he began to fuck her.

Malik had never seen such an enraptured look on his wife’s face. He had never seen her orgasm, but he knew when she did. Then a second time as her master fucked her and she begged for more. Then came yet another shock for Malik.

“Please, Master, take my ass. Use me like a whore. Let me serve you with all that I have.”

Severus pulled out and repositioned his massive member. Malik watched as his wife squealed, somewhere between pain and pleasure, as her ass was impaled. She gasped and begged for more, soon orgasming yet again. All the while she was facing the window, looking right at her husband.

Severus stood, and Malik’s wife got on her knees eagerly. She began begging for Severus to cum, to give her his seed, to mark her as his, as his whore. She sucked on his cock some more, then pulled back and stroked it. He began shooting an incredible amount of cum onto Malik’s wife’s face, and she relished in her own degradation. She sucked him some more, and he pulled out of her mouth, limp and sated.

“You did well, my beautiful whore”, he said to Yasmine, his fingers stroking her chin as she gazed up lovingly at him, beaming in pride at the praise. “Go to your slave sisters and enjoy each other.”

Yasmine crawled over to the bed, and the two slaves there lapped up the mess from her face and chest. Then they all began to writhe around together as Severus stood, dressed, and walked out the door.

A short while later, the door to the room looking into the bedchamber opened. Severus walked around between the window and Malik, grinning at his tears. At a softly spoken word from their commander, the guards got Malik up from the chair, dragging his sobbing, limp body out the door.

When the door closed behind them, they began dragging him away. Severus walked alongside for a few steps, and told him, “I think she enjoyed watching you see how a real man could make her feel. I forbade her to speak to you, or even acknowledge her presence.” He stopped the guards. “When she told me what a pathetic lover you are, I taught her the true meaning of pleasure.”

He had one of the guards pull off the gag as he asked, “Did you enjoy the show? Any word you would like me to pass along to your wife when I go back and fuck her again?”

Malik’s only reply was to scream like a damned soul in hell as Severus walked away laughing.