Taming Sayali
Chapter 5
Returning to Neelem's home finally broke the grip that Ms Jorsay had on
me. It seemed as if there was a small army of workmen doing all manner of things
in the secluded back portion of her grounds. I immediately focused my attention
to the deep hole that was being dug by a quartet of half naked men, their
muscles flexing under the cruel sun as they heaped shovels full of earth onto
the growing mound beside the pit. I could not help imagining how much easier
this process would have been if they used modern machinery such as a backhoe.
Unfortunately Neelem's home had not been designed with the thought of providing
access to as large a machine as that, another example of the collision between
the past and now.
They were making very good progress in creating Sayali's new home. I now
turned my attention to the other major part of my scheme, the hoist. The main
column had been erected and was now sitting within a concrete form that would be
completely set by end of day. As I watched, two workmen were carefully sliding
the metal arm into its nesting spot within the main column. A screw arrangement
allowed the arm to be extended or retracted. A telescoping sleeve provided the
means for raising and lowering the arm, which was the key element of the hoist.
In my mind's eye I could already see Sayali, naked as the day she was
born, hanging by her bound wrists from the metal jaws at the arm's end as it
swung her into position so she could be lowered into her home. In my vision she
bore the marks from a fresh beating, lovingly delivered by my dedicated
assistant, Ms Jorsay, and me. I could not yet bring myself to be so familiar as
to refer to this exotic creature by her first name.
In my haste to see the status of this project, I'd been oblivious to the
absence of Neelem and Sayali. I went inside in search of the pair. Neelem was
seated in the living quarters, leafing through a book; Sayali was no where to be
seen.
"Where is she?" I asked.
Neelem looked up and gave me a very tight smile. "She's in what used to
be her bedroom. I've given her a task that she better have finished by the time
I unlock the door."
Knowing that my pupil was secured within the house, away from the eyes
of the workmen calmed me considerably. Neelem inquired about my lunch with
Sayali's former teacher, and I immediately launched into a detailed description
of what had transpired at our lunch. Neelem listened with her eyes closed
against the sunlight that was beginning to intrude into the room.
By the time I was finished, her features had hardened somewhat. My
references to Ms Jorsay's exotic appearance and quick mind had for some reason
not sat well with Neelem. It slowly dawned on me that Neelem looked upon this
strange young woman as a rival for my affections. My male pride swelled at this
realization, but my mind was not at all pleased with this potential for discord.
I changed the topic and inquired about the task that Sayali had been
given. Neelem's face softened and her eyes took on a twinkle that I rarely saw.
"She has to clean the sheets she stained last night." Neelem said.
I was a bit perplexed as to why she found this job so amusing. I
imagined the girl slaving over a washtub, scrubbing away the signs of last
night's session. Then Neelem completed her answer and sat back with a smug look
on her face.
"I told her she has to suck every drop of filth from those sheets before
I will allow her to put them in my washtub. I will personally inspect them and
woe to her if I find any traces of what occurred on them last evening."
"What will happen if you do find some evidence?" I challenged, trying to
gauge exactly where she stood on the entire matter of my taking charge of her
daughter and subjecting her to my harsh discipline. Her answer added some spice
to the entire situation.
"I shall beat her to within an inch of her life with a stick. Then you
can have her afterwards for your own use, whatever that might be."
Things had changed dramatically in only a day. Sayali had become our
joint property. Now I also understood her reaction to my visit with Kanan
Jorsay. It was time to press the issue and try to establish my primacy in the
matter of taming her daughter. On another front it was necessary to determine
whether I would be occupying her bed or sleeping alone in what was once her
daughter's bedroom. For a brief moment I had this vision of Neleem and I joined
as one in her bed while in the next room Kanan tossed and turned awaiting her
time with us. It was very difficult to put that erotic vision out of my mind.
I was most impressed when Neelem ushered me into the room where her
somewhat cowed daughter labored. The girl was completely naked and I could not
ignore all those curves and hollows that she displayed. Her cunt was hidden from
view since she was hunched over holding a portion of one large sheet to her
mouth. I could see that she had been working on this for quite some time, since
parts were still wet with her saliva, while other sections had become stiff from
the heat that had drained the moisture away. My eyes took in her breasts that
hung like ripe fruit from her chest. I could see the marks from the flogger on
her brown skin, and experienced a rush of emotion as I relived the terrible
beating I gave her.
Neelem towered over her daughter and mumbled something under her breath
to the girl. Sayali shrugged and bent to her task with renewed vigor. Then to my
astonishment Neelem swung her closed fist against the girl's neck, almost
knocking her over. Sayali tried to curl herself into a ball for protection
against her mother's assault. It was then that I saw the fresh welts that were
not of my making. Things had definitely escalated in my absence. I thought that
Sayali was probably going to be very happy in her new home, away from the
vicious blows that Neelem evidently had no compunction about delivering. I
realized that it was now essential that I assume authority over the girl in part
to prevent her mother from seriously harming her.
There was still that perverse part of me that kept wondering what it
would be like to also have Kanan Jorsay in the house to assist Neelem and I as
we tamed the teenager, bending her to our collective will and enjoying the
results. I had another erotic vision of Sayali, her bare body covered with cuts
and bruises being made to service Kanan's musky, juicing slit. I wondered
whether the thin teacher shaved her cunt or let her pubic hair grow wild.
The workmen completed the job about two hours before sunset and once
they were paid, disappeared, leaving me to survey my dream, now become reality.
The pit was waiting for its occupant, the hoist was at the ready to transport
the girl to her new home, and the little concrete pad located a few meters away
was now available to constrain the girl's movement when she was allowed from the
pit. Returning to the house I discovered Neelem berating her cringing daughter
about her failure to properly remove all the stains from the sheets.
I suggested that since Sayali would be spending the night in her new
home outside, and Neelem and I would be sharing her bed, a leap of faith on my
part, the sheets could be washed by the girl tomorrow while I was away having
lunch with her teacher. Neelem avoided my eyes for some time after I spoke,
mulling over the significance of what she had just heard. When she looked up her
face was impassive, leaving me hanging. It was critical to my success in taming
Sayali that she and I resume our relationship. With a very faint smile, she
nodded her head, and I began to once more breathe.
To seal our new relationship as lovers and co-owners of the girl, I
suggested that we spend some time together punishing her for failing to meet her
wishes when it came to properly cleaning the sheets prior to washing them.
Neelem nodded her head enthusiastically at this suggestion. Sayali seemed to
grow smaller as she realized that last night was not an isolated incident.
This time I had the girl lie on her stomach with a piece of rough burlap
beneath her bare body to protect the mattress by absorbing her sweat and any
blood that might be generated by the beating she would receive. I cuffed her
wrists and anchored them to the bedstead, then assisted Neelem in fixing her
ankles to the bed corners with sturdy lengths of scratchy rope. When I produced
my other new toy, the special paddle, Neelem smiled and took up my flogger that
she had hidden away beneath the bed. The girl looked back over her shoulder at
what we were preparing to use on her and began to wail. That did not last long
as Neelem shoved a pair of her soiled panties into Sayali's mouth and warned her
of the consequences of trying to spit them out.
Neelem motioned for me to begin and her face lit up as the first blow
from the special paddle exploded against Sayali's firm buttocks, flattening
those rounded mounds and bringing a muffled shreik from the girl. I quickly
followed this up with a salvo of blows; the paddle singing as it cut through the
air with cruel force and speed thanks to the holes and weights that had been
carefully designed into its construction. I was astonished at the damage these
few smacks produced. The girl's bottom started to swell before my eyes and she
screamed almost continuously into her gag as her blistered buttocks sent wave
after wave of terrible pain through her body.
I stepped back to allow Neelem to deal a few blows to the girl with the
beaver-tailed flogger. She was unfamiliar with the proper technique for using
the leather piece, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm.
She aimed the flogger down upon the crevice between Sayali's blistered cheeks, a
super sensitive area that was difficult to strike properly. As my paddle
continued to pound those mounds into a pulpy mass of twitching flesh, the
swelling finally closed any entrance to that crevice. Neelem then decided to
shift her attack to the backs of Sayali's legs, and dealt her daughter a number
of satisfying blows that brought muffled yelps and screams from her.
Every time my paddle smashed into the girl's brown flesh a spray of
sweat flew from the area which was flattened. I experimented with using the
paddle on her back, just above the kidneys, and from the way she reacted, this
was having a terrible effect. Neelem became more and more adept with the flogger
and now was able to put the tail where she wanted to. I stood back and enjoyed
the sight of her walking the head of the flogger across the region just above
the cleft formed by Sayali's buttocks, then bringing it down on the flesh
already blistered by my paddle. Finally we decided to end this session. It was
nearing sunset and I still had to put the girl away in her new home for the
night.
Just as the sun disappeared below the horizon I swung the hoist over the
3 meter deep pit and began lowering the naked teenager into her new home, hands
cuffed behind her back and ankles tied tightly together by a rough hemp rope. A
rope had been drawn around her upper body just below her melon-shaped breasts.
It was to this strand that the jaws of the hoist were connected. I thought it
extremely significant that my early vision was now an actuality.
She was naked and covered with welts, bruises, swellings and cuts from
the major beatings she had absorbed in the last twenty-four hours. The girl was
parched and almost insane from the thirst created by being without water for
nearly two days. It did not help matters that her mouth was stuffed with a wad
of dry cotton which was held in place by tape that circled her head a number of
times. The pit was constructed in such a manner that she would be required to
stand or slump against the walls during the long dark humid night. To add
further to her misery she would have to fend off the creeping and flying insects
that came out at night to feed on the unwary.
While Neelem bustled about preparing dinner, I sipped a cold beer and
congratulated myself on the excellent progress that had been accomplished this
day. Neelem and I were united once more and I looked forward eagerly to the
opportunity to once more burrow into all those warm and wet places she
possessed. My lover had taken a position with respect to her daughter that aided
my cause considerably. The meeting with Kanan Jorsay had revealed potential
opportunities that were beyond my ability to imagine before we sat face to face.
I had established my primacy over the fractious girl-woman that now was alone
and isolated in the pit that I had conceived, designed and brought to fruition.
Tomorrow was filled with more opportunities, as well as another step in the
process of taming Sayali. I had every confidence that she would conform to my
reality before the monsoon season overtook us.
After dinner Neelem and I took a shower together, frolicking like
children in the cool spray. Our play soon took on a more serious tone as I
soaped her thick pubic hair, insinuating a finger or two into her warm and very
moist cunt. Her interest in me became more basic as well, and as we kissed, her
hand wrapped around my thickening cock and stroked it insistently. It was Neelem
who suggested her bed would be a much more comfortable place to do certain
things than this confining shower stall. I quickly agreed and we briskly toweled
ourselves off and holding hands, padded toward the dim bedroom.
Our reunion was a most satisfying experience; there is much truth to the
old adage that absence makes the heart grow fonder. In our case it made the
genitals more moist and pliable. We did not go at each other like some pair of
frenzied teenagers, our lusts were a bit more refined than that. My stamina was
sorely tested that evening as my partner requested certain services that taxed
my strength, especially when she requested encore performances, done on more
than one occasion.
This is not to say that Neleem shirked her responsibilities in any way.
I was skillfully and lovingly hardened by whatever means necessary; towards the
end of our lengthy reconciliation she became quite creative. This both surprised
and elated me; this woman had a depth to her that I had yet to plumb. At last we
had to rest and contemplate sleep as the only proper answer for our weakened
conditions.
I could not resist asking her about her sudden change of heart
concerning Sayali. Her response only strengthened the strong feelings I had
developed for this very complex woman. She described how she felt when I began
beating Sayali; it so reminded her of her former husband. Our encounter
afterward did nothing to change her intial opinion.
It wasn't until she was lying in her empty bed, idly teasing herself
that she got caught up in what was taking place in her daughter's bedroom. She
could clearly hear the sound of the flogger striking Sayali's body and she
started to form a mental picture of me towering over the girl as I punished her
bare body without any hint of mercy. She began to count the blows I delivered
and soon she was pleasuring herself and fantasizing about participating in her
daughter's punishment and afterward letting me have her body. I did not make
light of her explanation.
We had sex the next morning, enjoying each others body. Afterwards we
discussed my plans for Sayali. She would remain in the pit until I had time to
see if the little concrete pad that had been constructed close to the stand of
bodhi trees was properly set. This would be where Sayali would stay, chained to
the ringbolt embedded within the concrete, when she was not in the pit. It
provided some shelter from the heat of the sun, and unless one was within the
rear courtyard there was no way she could be observed. I suggested that Neelem
might wish to hose off the girl once she had been removed from the pit. She
smiled at that suggestion and nodded.
When I mentioned my luncheon engagement with Sayali's former teacher, a
small cloud seemed to cross my lover's face. There was the potential for trouble
unless I was extremely careful about what kind of a relationship I developed
with Ms Jorsay. The rest of the morning passed uneventfully except during the
time I hoisted Sayali from the pit and watched her sputter and sway as Neelem
played the garden hose over her filthy body, taking care to make sure that the
stream of water slammed into her shaved pussy and the crack between her swollen
butt cheeks.
I watched with some amusement as the girl gulped down the jug of water
that Neelem offered her once she was chained to the concrete pad. Sayali was
warned of the consequences if she attempted to attract attention to her
situation by crying out. The house was located in a rather secluded section of
the city that saw very little foot traffic, so the likelihood of her having any
success was remote.
A few hours later I set out to meet Kanan Jorsay and continue to hear
her amazing story. Neelem had brought out the washtub and set it up so that
Sayali could begin the task of washing the sheets she had stained, as well as
the rest of the laundry that the household generated. Her mother had settled
herself in a wicker chair nearby, shaded from the sun, and was reading a book,
the flogger in her lap. I wondered how long it would be before she gave her
daughter another taste of the leather.
(To be continued)
