Taming Sayali
Chapter 4
My luck was good and Ms Kanan Jorsay agreed to meet with me later in the
morning. In fact she even accepted my invitation to have lunch, if her schedule
permitted. I arrived a few minutes before our meeting, having found my way to
the room with little difficulty. Her directions had been terse but easy to
follow. This young woman was obviously an orderly, well organized person based
on this and the information I had gleaned from Neelem.
In person this short, slim, dark skinned woman acted as if she was at
least twenty cemtimeters taller and perhaps twenty kilograms heavier. She
extended her tiny, bony hand in greeting and I took it, surprised at its
coolness. Her grasp was quick and amazingly firm for a woman of her size.
Kanan Jorsay's face was almost skeletonal, her skin stretched in sharp
planes over the bony ridges of her cheeks and eye sockets. Her jaw was a
clenched line that gave her the appearance of some bird of prey that had long
since become extinct. Her eyes were hidden behind the tinted lenses of her
glasses, their design narrowing her face even more. There was no way that she
could be described as pretty or passable, but her face was unlike any I had ever
seen. This was an exotic creature from our primordeal past come to judge her
descendants.
For some reason my penis was hardening; I could not believe how my body
and portions of my mind were reacting to this birdlike creature. Later my now
strange behavior would become routine whenever I was in her presence, and I
would no longer be anything but thrilled over my response to whatever that
small, ball of angry flesh was radiating from somewhere deep within herself.
She immediately took control of our meeting, asking me a series of rapid
fire questions, each one tied securely to its predecessor. Within minutes she
knew quite a bit about me while keeping herself nearly a complete stranger. My
erection was still intruding into my attempts to gain some control of our
discussion. After being assured that I was indeed a member of the teaching
profession, and had some knowledge about certain flaws that Sayali possessed,
she paused. I foolishly thought she was allowing me an opportunity to make some
queries of my own. But before the first words could come from my mouth she
deliverd the first of many devastating blows aimed at my young pupil.
"There are times that I am firmly convinced that she is the
reincarnation of some evil creature from the past. In my more charitable moments
I believe her to be a spoiled child in need of guidance and extremely firm
discipline. She is not untalented when she applies herself, which is infrequent,
but sufficient enough to totally frustrate me as a teacher. The new ways of our
country have made it impossible to use the type of approach that I often
experienced when growing up and even while I was at university."
It was becoming very difficult to contain myself, to continue to act the
part of a disinterested servant just wanting to know the easiest path to success
with Sayali. I began to realize that here was a kindred spirit of sorts. I began
to fantasize her as my assistant, an eager helpmate in the taming of this little
imp. Kanan must have read some of these thoughts from my face. For the first
time that stern configuration of skin and clenched muscle broke into something
resembling a smile. To be honest it looked at first as if it were a grimace of
discomfort, until I noted the relaxing of certain portions of her dark face. I
pressed on with a more comfortable feeling about this matter.
I decided that I had to draw this young lady out further, and this was
not the proper venue for it. I suggested we discuss the matter of discipline
with respect to Sayali over an early lunch. Her smile grew tighter as she nodded
her head. Kanan took the lead, and within minutes we were in a small, dark
restaurant. We were seated, at her request, well away from the main flow of
traffic to the elaborate buffet of Indian dishes that were simmering over the
small candles keeping them warm. To my suprise she ordered a cocktail. In my
experience few Indian women drank, and the thought of her returning to teach
with liquor on her breath seemed to be the height of arrogance on her part. I
had much to learn about Kanan Jorsay, and I was about to have my first lesson.
She leaned forward once the waiter had disappeared into the darkness and
said in a low voice tinged with venom, "I have had fantasies about beating that
one bloody."
I was utterly stunned. I could do nothing but try to accustom myself to
the dimness and search for her face to see if perchance she had just made a
joke. Even before I could start reading her features she confirmed the sincerity
of her initial comment.
"In my mind, I've turned those bouncing breasts into strips of raw
bleeding meat on more than one occasion as she spitefully ignored my
instructions or feigned ignorance concening what they meant."
I could feel her mirrored eyes drilling a hole into my deepest recesses,
and at the same time I began to detect the faintest of scents emanating from
her. I felt like an animal picking up the smell of another of my kind. I grew
excited; my penis once more unsheathed at the prospect of becoming one with this
exotic young woman. She was turning into something beyond my most optimistic
expectations or fantasies.
It was time to reveal my true intentions to Kanan; failure to do so
might alienate us before we even had a chance to bond. With a deep breath I told
her briefly of what had happened the previous evening, presenting the highlights
and trying to conceal as much as I could about how I felt as I tore into
Sayali's firm breasts and that yawning crevice of a cunt. She reached across the
table and once more I was treated to the sensation of her small bony hand
transmitting another one of her unspoken thoughts to me. The arrival of the
waiter with her cocktail and my iced tea broke the spell momentarily. She took a
long sip from the chilled contents of her glass and then started to tell me the
brief story of her life.I hung on every word.
"I grew up as the youngest in a home ruled with an iron hand by my
father, who was a constable in our lttle town located on the Malabar Coast. I
was least favored for two reasons, being the youngest and the only girl. I had
two older siblings who with the passage of time assumed positions of authority
and control over me as well. My mother knew her place and kept within its
borders. I was totally at the mercy of the males of my family. I still remember
the first time I received a taste of my father's wide leather belt, the one that
was part of his uniform. You talk about symbolism, I learned well its meaning."
"I was in my eighth year, still innocent and not entirely aware of my
position within the family. A minor squabble between me and the younger of my
two brothers soon bloomed into an ugly confrontation. Before I knew what was
happening I was stripped to the skin and over my father's lap. I will never
forget the first taste of that horrible belt. It was as if I had stuck my hand
into a light socket. He only gave me three strokes with a lengthy pause between
each to let the pain radiate throughout my shivering body. I was in too much
pain to be aware of my nakedness and the shame it would induce in me as I grew
older."
"By the time I turned twelve and began to show some very faint signs of
puberty, my brothers took an interest in my deportment and began to mete out
their own punishments with the full approval of my father who was neither a
pervert nor a sadist. He was just your typical Indian male animal, interested in
cricket, chess and making sure that he was properly fed and entertained in the
bedroom by his concubine, my humble, self-effacing mother."
"They always insisted I be stark naked, even though I had very little
evidence to show that I was a female, let alone a budding female. My chest was
flat with no signs of the puffiness that indicates the growth of those prized
manifestations of womanhood. My slit was a thin line, totally devoid of hair. My
buttocks were non-existent as were my hips. For some strange reason this only
served to increase their curiosity and heighten their sexual interest in me."
"It was Ramu, the oldest, who deflowered me one hot afternoon after he
had flogged me to the point that I became ill from the pain radiating from my
blistered buttocks. This new and terrible pain coming on top of the agony I was
still experiencing from the beating caused me to pass out as he breached the
thin membrane guarding my innocence. When I regained my senses, I discovered
that my thighs were smeared with blood and this brought on a panic that was
quickly suppressed by Ramu. He ordered me to wash myself and to tell no one of
this or it would go very hard on me later."
"Ramu did not touch me again in this way. He had discovered that there
was an ocean of young local girls only too glad to spread themselves for him in
hopes that it would lead to a permanent union. However he continued to
discipline me whenever the spirit moved him. I soon began to notice that my
punishments were almost always linked to some real or imagined slight that he
had suffered from one of his many "concubines", as I called them. It was almost
humorous to hear him uttering the name of one of these sluts as he walloped my
bare bottom with his hand or worse still, his belt. By then I was old enough to
understand that making fun of his discomfort would only bring worse punishments
down on me."
"Kumar, my other brother, kept his distance, perhaps afraid to challenge
Ramu for the right to hurt me. Life became almost peaceful for a number of
years. Then for the first time in my life I was apparently free of the
oppressive environment of my home. At least I thought that I was. I always had
been a good student, but like my mother I knew that it was unwise to call
attention to ones self in most cases if you were a woman. For all the talk about
women being free, it was not the case in this part of India where I lived."
"By some miracle I managed to win a scholarship to the University at
Pune, some distance up the coast. It was far enough away that there was no
option except for me to live there. I was thrilled beyond words. With good
fortune, in three years I would be able to strike out on my own, finally
completely free of the prison in which I had dwelt for my entire life. I quickly
discovered that I had traded one prison or another."
"In the women's wing of the multi-storied dormitories that covered huge
swaths of land, it was three to the unit, a tight fit for those used to the
comforts of single bedrooms. My two companions were friends who had managed to
get around the random drawings that were supposed to people each unit. Initially
this was of no concern to me in my excitement to begin my new life."
"Shirlyn and Sheila were from Bhopal, a city of one million, where many
years ago four thousand people died in a chemical accident, the worst in modern
history. They came from families that were beginning to move away from the old
Indian culture and adopting the new ways including names for their children. I
wondered why they had not decided to attend the large modern university located
in their city. It all became apparent within a few weeks."
"Those two were much taller, lighter in skin color and more attractive
than I. They nicknamed me Monkey because I was so small and dark. At first I
took no offense, it seemed to be more an affectionate than demeaning name. I was
to be proven wrong on this matter as well."
"One weekend what started out to be a roughhousing that was normal for
girls such as us, penned up for weeks on end as our hormones ran wild, turned
into something terrible. The two of them ganged up on me and easily overcame my
resistance. My clothing was speedily removed and I was wrestled to one of the
beds. I still was not aware of my peril, even when my wrists were secured to the
head of the bed and my legs parted and roped to the base. I was still laughing
until my mouth was stuffed with a pair of underpants and tape was used to hold
them in place. I suddenly knew that something bad was about to happen to me.I
was proven correct rather rapidly."
"I remained bound to that narrow bed for nearly twenty-four hours. By
the time they freed me I was sore, swollen and broken to their wills. They
introduced me to their vibrators and Shirlyn's dildo, a strap-on affair. It took
them some many hours to induce my first orgasm, and after that, I was their
slave. They gave me a short course in how to pleasure them, taking turns
presenting their neatly trimmed cunts for me to lick, kiss and suck. Failure to
follow their instructions to the letter resulted in pain. I was pinched,
slapped, jabbed and given a taste of the strap. Although neither of them could
hit with the force of my father or Ramu, these two knew all those places on a
woman where the strap would hurt the most."
"From then on I had additional duties beside going to classes and
studying. I kept our unit spotless and neat at all times, did all our laundry,
helped them with their course work and learned all the various ways that a woman
could make another woman happy in bed. I was not allowed to wear any clothing
when we were in the unit, another way of demeaning me. Within a few weeks this
new routine was no longer threatening to me; I had adapted myself to my new
prison."
"Of course I was beaten on occasion, usually for trivial mistakes. I
knew that my beatings were not for the reasons given, but rather to reinforce
their mastery over me. It was no longer necessary to use restaints when I took
the strap. I would merely lean forward and support myself on my outstretched
arms as the leather was diligently applied to my bottom. Outcries were
forbidden, but they usually did their best to force some from me which would
result in my being gagged with a pair of soiled panties and given another round
of the strap."
Kanan paused in her story and suggested we visit the buffet since she
was becoming hungry and had a long afternoon ahead of her. I felt as if I were
sleepwalking as we moved through the line surrounded by other diners, many of
whom were carrying on quite animated conversations. All I could do was mull over
the astounding things I had just heard from this small dark woman who moved with
purpose, skillfully filling her plate with mechanical precision. This indeed was
a most disciplined woman in the truest sense of the word. Upon returning to our
table she resumed her story while eating with a gusto that seemed
uncharacteristic of one so thin and small.
"The week before semester break my mistresses smuggled me into the men's
wing, hidden in a hamper filled with soiled clothing. I was naked, gagged and
securely bound. Prior to moving me from our unit they had spent a few hours
stimulating my genitals, being very careful not to allow me to have an orgasm
until just before I was taken over to the other side."
"I was in a frenzy from the constant sexual excitement the pocket
rocket vibrator caused in me. This was a new toy they had obtained from another
girl on the floor. I remember well that in return I had to lick the girl, her
name was Meghna, to a half dozen orgasms as she straddled my face and guided me
to all her sweet spots, while my two owners laughed and made nasty comments
about my behavior, calling me a lezzie and a whore."
"They finally finished me off when they simultaneously used this little
buzzing demon on my stiff clitoris and the fat dildo to stretch my insides. They
told me they were doing me a good turn since I was to be used by a large number
of men later. I began to cry and beg, but they laughed and slapped my face to
make me stop."
"That afternon and well into the evening I was raped without
interruption by dozens of students who used my cunt and mouth at first, but once
I became quite loose, they untied me and put me on my stomach so that they could
use my anus as well."
"The pain of having my virgin asshole breached repeatedly caused me to
cry out so much that they were forced to gag me, thus depriving them of one of
my body's entrances. Now they took to using me in tandem, one beneath, his
prong wedged deep inside my sore cunt while his partner would penetrate my
asshole until he flooded it with his sperm."
"Toward the end of my ordeal I had an orgasm, the first since these men
had begun using me. The ones inside me at the time laughed, declaring that I
must indeed be some kind of a prostitute if this kind of treatment could make me
come. They decided to punish me for this offensive behavior. I received the
strap from a number of those loitering inside the cramped unit."
"During the entire time they made no attempt to use condoms which
terrified me. The thought of becoming pregnant and thus ending any chance of
bettering myself made my stomach knot. I did not even consider the danger of
contracting a disease, even HIV, so fearful was I of loosing my freedom
forever."
"Somehow I managed to recover sufficiently to take my exams. My two
mistresses were quite lenient with me, probably thinking that the gangbang may
have been a bit too much for their unit slave. In point of fact I enjoyed
portions of my raping, it felt good to have a man inside me, wanting me, even
for some brief moments until he spurted and went soft."
"When I returned to my parents' home, already feeling like a visitor,
they announced that Ramu, who had taken my virginity, was now engaged to a local
girl by the name of Harsha. I could not recall ever seeing this woman, and
wondered what would have possessed her to allow herself to be betrothed to my
older brother. A few days later Kumar raped me while my parents were away, and
threatened me with bodily harm if I was foolish enough to accuse him of this
action. He also told me that as long as I remained under this roof he had
dominion over me. His father no longer had either the time or the interest in
making sure that I lived the proper life, and his older brother now had other
things more important to tend to."
"During my nearly two month stay, Kumar used my body often, sometimes
taking me two or three times a day in his little bedroom that looked out onto
the shoreline. I became rather accustomed to his thick cock boring away inside
me and on some occasions I even experienced an orgasm. For some reason this made
Kumar quite happy, unlike those animals that had raped me at the university. I
was even more appreciative of the fact that at least my rapist brother had the
good sense to use protection. He may have only been considering his own safety,
but nevertheless I too was being shielded from that terrible fear of becoming
pregnant."
"On three occasions Kumar disciplined me. Each time I was taken to his
room, made to strip naked and after being tied face down to his bed, he would
use his belt on my bottom, legs and on one occasion he spent considerable time
striking my cunt, a difficult task until he elevated me with a pillow. I was
sore for a number of days afterward, but it was almost worth the beating since
he avoided having sex with me."
"I returned to the university none the worse for wear. My subjugation to
those cruel girls from Bhopal had made me strong enough to withstand the abuse
that my brother gave me. I wondered what lay in store for me this semester."
All the while she was telling me this amazing story Kanan was
efficiently emptying her plate of food. She asked me for the time once she was
finished and told me she would have to return to school immediately since her
next class would begin in a half hour. She laughed softly at my confusion and
promised to finish her story if I would be willing to have lunch with her
tomorrow. I could hardly contain my happiness about being able to see this
mysterious creature and hear more of her adventures.
( To be continued )
