Torture of the Soul, Chapter 9: Mercy

In which concludes the torture of Malik al-Nasir

9: Mercy

Another month had passed. Severus had brought his twin slaves, Zenobia and Calypso, along nicely. With the help of their mother, Yasmine, they had become excellent cocksuckers, could fuck like seasoned whores, and had learned to take his big cock in their asses. Calypso even seemed to like it in her ass more than in her cunt.

They were proficient at sapphic delights as well, pleasuring each other, their mother, and Black and White, while receiving pleasure in return. Severus had even given mother and daughters golden showers, something he had never done but wished to add to his arsenal of perversion. Most nights, the twins shared his bed, sometimes with their mother.

More than a week had passed since their brother, Malchus, had learned to serve Severus as well. With his mother present, he had learned to suck cock the same as his sisters. She had asked to be excused when Severus took the young man’s ass for the first time. Severus tied the young man up and raped his ass while he screamed and bawled.

His father, Malik al-Nasir, formerly one of the richest and most powerful men in Bashan, had watched, bound in the small observation next to the bedchamber as his son was raped, sodomized. The next day, Malik’s tongue was slit. He would never speak again, but he could still taste.

On the day after his tongue was slit, Malik was back in the same room, witnessing his son’s reward for learning to accept his master’s cock in his throat and ass. First, as his father watched, his twin sisters had performed fellatio on him until he came in their palms. After he had licked his own seed from their hands, he pleasured his sisters, then his mother, with his tongue before penetrating each of them in turn when his erection returned. While Malchus fucked his sisters, Severus had used his mouth. As Malchus fucked his own mother, Severus had been sodomizing him, looking into the mirror with an evil grin, knowing Malik was being forced to watch.

Two days later Malik had been pulled from his cell, bathed, anointed with oil and perfume, and brought to a different room.

His head was in a hood, tight against his face, with holes for his eyes and mouth. His mouth was wedged wide open with small wooden blocks between his molars. He was nude, bound to a table, his head propped up. His arms were bound at his sides, and his legs tied at his ankles and knees. The torturer who had bound him so had tested to make sure his legs could be forced straight, or his knees pulled back like a woman waiting to be penetrated. The torturer left him like that, and Malik had waited here for several minutes.

The door opened. That demon in human form, Severus, entered, leading Malik’s son by a leash.

Malik tried to speak to his son, but with his mouth pried apart and his tongue slit, all that came out was an incomprehensible gurgle. It was nor surprise Malchus did not recognize his father. Not only was he hooded, but months of malnutrition had wasted his body away, and his skin had the pallor of someone long in a cell. And, of course, Malchus had never seen his father naked.

“This is the man I told you about. He has been condemned to die. But first, I want to give him a reward, or a further torture, depending on your point of view.”

Malik could close his eyes, but he could not block out the sensation of his son sucking him to a full erection at Severus's command. Nor could he block out his voice, when Malchus said, “You were right, Master. His cock is even smaller than mine.”

Malik was tied back like a woman, and his son fucked him like one. Malik had never felt such an outrage. As his son fucked his ass, Malik wept in shame, for him, for his son, for his daughters.

Malchus, at Severus’s direction, pulled out of his father’s ass, feeding his undersized cock into his fathers gaping mouth. Using his father’s mouth to cleanse his cock, he then filled it with his seed. Malik, already gagging from the taste of his own ass, choked as his son’s cum shot into his mouth.

Finally, Severus used the ropes to reposition Malik’s legs, and then Malchus mounted him, doing his best to ride the man’s little prick with his ass. It fell out several times, but Malchus, now a dutiful catamite for his master, put it back in and continued. Despite trying to will himself to go limp, eventually Malik’s balls emptied into his son’s bowels.

When Severus led Malchus out, it was the last time Malik would ever see his son.

Five more months passed. Severus had been recalled to Elysia, his work in the captured city done, ready to turn it over to a regular governor. Keeping his promise to Yasmine, Severus had given Malchus his father’s estate, and the young man took up his position as a civic leader, faithfully supporting Bashan’s transition to the newest province of the Elysian Empire.

Malik sat in the observation room, wondering why he had been left alone for so long, apparently forgotten, only to be brought back to this hellhole. He did not have long to wait.

Severus entered, followed by Malik’s wife on a leash, who led this daughters on twin leashes. Instead of the simple gowns he had seen them wear before, they wore all the finery of Elysian noblewomen, with exotic touches of their Bashani homeland.

Their dresses could not hide the fact that all three were pregnant.

Malik stared, incredulous. He could guess who the father was. Severus himself.

Black and White followed them in, dressed for a change. The three pregnant women proceeded to look around the bedchamber, picking up a few items and handing them to the slaves to carry away. After several minutes, the women left, and Severus walked to the mirror.

“Two years ago”, he spoke as if to his own reflection, but knowing Malik heard every word, “I was among the delegation that came here to ask for one of the Sultan’s many daughters to become one of the Emperor’s concubines. You were the loudest to call the concubines whores, and that no daughter of Bashan’s royal house would be demeaned by stooping so low.”

Severus shook his head. “My mother was one of the previous Emperor’s concubines. Another comcubine was the Emperor's mother. You called my mother, and the Emperor's mother, whores.” His eyes bored into Malik's. "That insult is why Bashan's army and navy were destroyed, your city conquered, your women and son made my slaves."

Unseen to Severus, recognition dawned in Malik’s eyes. Yes, he remembered this arrogant man, and it did not take long to realized that, in a way, Malik had brought this torture on himself.

“Now, your wife and your daughters are my own concubines. Or, I suppose, you would call them my whores. I will say this, they are the finest whores I have ever had, and will soon be mothers to my children. Your son has felt me inside him, and will service me whenever I visit here.” Severus had no such plans, and truth be told he did not like fucking men, but he relished the anguish he knew Malik must be feeling. “Your son is my whore as well.”

Then he laughed. “I had not planned on marrying, but now it seems that I have three wives. Their children will never know you, and your daughters and wife have already forgotten you, believing you long since executed. Now they will be coming to my home, richly rewarded for serving me so well.”

Severus stared into the mirror. “I was going to give you permission to die now. But Calypso gave me a better idea, although she had no idea how it would be used. The men in there with you will shortly castrate you. Your fingers will be broken so you will never be able to write, and your teeth removed. Then you will be tossed into the street, unable to speak or write, just another useless vagrant on the streets, to beg or starve.”

Severus turned to leave, then paused. Over his shoulder, he called out to the guards who were getting Malik up to drag him off to be parted from his manhood. “Wait precisely two hours before you cut him, men. As he is losing his cock, mine will be getting sucked by his wife. Think about that, Malik al-Nasir, as you become a woman yourself.”

With that, Severus walked away, anxious to get to his ship, into his cabin, and into his slave’s mouth.