Taming Sayali
Chapter 11
All good things must come to an end, and so it was with my situation.
Neelem sensed my approaching ejaculation and let my member pop free from her
mouth. It bounced up and down, hard and ready for whatever wished to challenge
it. I could still feel the strong probing that Kanan's tongue was delivering as
she skillfully excavated those little treasures that lurked between my buttocks.
"Stop or else he will be unable to do the job. I want to see that little whore's
face turn color as his stiff cock plugs her throat and deprives her of any air.
We'll soon see how honest this bitch she has been with us." I let out a small
sigh of sadness as the moist hot tongue departed, leaving a region that started
to cool rapidly as the wet film she had left behind began to evaporate.
As Neelem had promised, Harsha's teeth had been totally neutralized. It
took a few trial thrusts before my hard cock began its journey down her throat.
I watched her eyes as I pressed my advantage, shoving another inch or so into
her propped open mouth. She began to blink and as I moved even deeper, the
blinking became rapid and then erratic as her throat muscles began to react to
the intruder that was filling her air passage. Her head began to move from side
to side as she attempted to expel my throbbing length of hard flesh. I moved my
hips and thrust harder, pushing further down her throat. Now there were tears
flowing from her eyes which had become dilated and moved first one way and then
another as if seeking some escape from what was befalling her.
To steady myself and get some extra leverage I leaned forward and placed
my hands into her hairy armpits. I continued to push steadily, making small
progress as her throat convulsed and provided a sensation that was unlike
anything I had experienced. Her struggles were becoming more frantic as she
tried to expel me from her throat so she could gain some air. I must confess
that I enjoyed this unequal contest; having this youthful temptress under my
complete control, no, determining her fate was more accurate, gave me a feeling
of power that was unique. This control over the girl's very life spurred me to
even greater excesses. I withdrew my engorged member from her throat and allowed
her to gasp for breath before jamming it back down her throat, going even deeper
this time and then watching her face contort and gradually turn to a darker
shade as the lack of air took its inevitable toll.
As if this wasn't enough,I felt Kanan's hands rubbing my buttocks, then
pushing against them to assist my slow strangulation of Harsha. I didn't think
it possible for my erection to become any harder, but her efforts proved me
wrong. I was sorely tempted to pull my stiff length from the teen's spasming
gullet and use it to dominate Kanan. My lust was mixed with the urge to dominate
this birdlike creature who seemed to have some strange hold over me. I wanted to
break free and at the same time make her my slave to do with as I pleased. My
dark side was on the verge of taking over.
It was Neelem who brought me back to reality. She shouted for me to
release my cock from the now unconscious girl so that she might regain her
breath and then be able to endure another round of this slow torture. "She is no
good to us dead or senseless. Pull out from her and let her breathe." I shook my
head and pulled out from Harsha's convulsing throat with a loud sucking sound as
my saliva coated cock came into view. Kanan continued to massage my buttocks and
even took the liberty of inserting a knowing finger into my rectum and moved it
forward to find that lump of flesh that physically controlled my lusts.
While Harsha coughed and sputtered, gradually recovering her strength,
Kanan continued to manipulate me. Her middle finger continued to massage my
prostate and her other hand was now gently squeezing my testicles, checking for
how ready I was to erupt. Neelem grinned at my ambivalent reaction to the
treatment I was receiving from the teacher. On the one hand I was truly on the
verge of ejaculating. One careless move on Kanan's part and I would coat her
hand with my cum. I imagined the look of satisfaction that would be on her face
as I lost control and paid homage to her sexuality. This thought kept me from
acting out the fantasy. I wanted to be the one in control of things, not her. If
her brothers could bend her to their will, why not myself? She would be an
excellent concubine, making herself available whenever my needs had to be
satisfied, never her's. In my more rational moments I would feel contrite over
having become this creature feeding and growing on the fuel from my lusts, but
now I was possessed and it was a wonderful feeling to be free of convention and
all the other trappings of civilization.
"Again! Make the little whore choke!" I blindly followed Neelem's
exhortation and resumed thrusting my aching cock down the girl's throat,
blocking her raw swollen passageway with my hard length of throbbing meat. This
time I showed her no mercy, ramming myself deeper and deeper as she struggled
and began to strangle. Once more I was gaining leverage from using her armpits
as a fulcrum. For some odd reason I felt this faint protrusion in the skin,
although it was completely hidden from sight by the tangle of thick curly hair
that bloomed in those sweaty hollows. I found myself concentrating more and more
of my attention onto this tiny arera that seemed to have too much texture and
definition for what I assumed it to be.
My concentration was broken when Kanan's finger poked just hard enough
against my enlarged, throbbing prostate to trigger an explosion that sent
torrents of my boiling seed down Harsha's convulsing throat as she swooned from
the combination of no air and the stream of salty fluid that poured down her
gullet to ultimately settle in her stomach. Neelem tried to pull me from the
girl, but was unsuccessful. I was enjoying her agonies and the tremendous
release of tension that the insinuating finger of that dark skinned seductress
had produced in me. I managed to drive even more of my still hard cock down the
teen's throat as her face turned an ugly dark shade. Neelem dug her nails into
my shoulder and screamed for me to cease my efforts to choke Harsha to death. To
this day I wonder what might have been if she had not done this. I cringe when I
realize just how close I brought this teenaged girl to death.
Harsha had been so frightned by my second assault that the girl had lost
control of her bladder and soaked the mattress with her acrid urine. Despite the
wetness and the stench I was still fascinatd by the little imprint etched into
her skin. I grabbed the teen by her throat with one hand and she tried to
shreik, but was not able due to my powerful grip on her neck. I worried her as
if she was some small animal in the jaws of a tiger. Her eyes bulged with fear
and her body trembled at the menacing visage she confronted. Later on Kanan
confessed that she became tremendously excited at my behavior, realizing that
there was something of substance lurking beneath my rather bland exterior. This
something made her wet with desire and she decided at that point that one way or
another we would share a bed either here or somewhere else.
"I am curious as to what that mark in your armpit is? Tell me, or I'll
throttle you again, and this time I won't be so easily deterred from harming
you." Harsha was completely at my mercy and had no option but to tell me what
this mark was. For some strange reason I believed it had some type of connection
between Harsha and perhaps Sayali. My instincts were soon proven to be correct.
I released my hand from her throat and she took a ragged breath before
speaking. "It is their mark." was all she said at first. I frowned and she
quickly began to tell the story of the mark and what it meant. We hung on every
word.
"There are various groups of men and boys who enjoy the thrill of
hunting down girls and women such as myself who will gladly provide them with
the type of pleasure that they seek. Each group has a mark that identifies them
to other groups. Each group has a special place on the female's body where the
mark is placed. It signifies that she is the property of that group. Any other
group that may choose to use her must pay some form of tribute. The more
attractive the female, the greater the tribute. Any female who conceals the fact
that she had been used by another group will suffer greatly. It is not uncommon
for an offending female to have one of her nipples cut off for a first violation
of the group's honor. It has been said that one wild woman who was in her early
twenties and yet unwed had her cunt lips and clit cut from her body for repeated
offenses to her group's reputation."
Neelem was quick to connect the story to Sayali. "Am I to believe that
my daughter has such a mark on her body, hidden from my eyes?" Harsha cast her
eyes downward and gave a small nod of her head. My lover grasped the girl by her
hair and shook her head violently, all the time yelling, "Tell me, tell me!
Where is this mark so I may look upon it and know you to be telling the truth
about my daughter?"
"It is unknown to me. I know all those that share my mark; Sayali is not
among them." Harsha's reply had the ring of truth. Much work had yet to be done
before the truth about Sayali was revealed. It was obvious what our next step
must be. However before we took Sayali from the pit and began to interrogate
her, it was essential that we saw what Harsha's mark looked like. Kanan once
again demonstrated the streak of cruelty that lay within her. She left the room
and returned bearing a knife from the kitchen. It was about six inches in length
and had a serrated edge, the type that tore rather than sliced.
Harsha was no match for the combined strength of Neelem and myself. We
held her steady as Kanan shaved away the coarse hair guarding the little mark.
The girl screamed loudly and struggled mightily a number of times when the knife
cut her tender flesh open. At last the mark came into view. The symbol meant
nothing to me, but Kanan was swift to observe that it represented one of the
minor gods, one that had power over lost souls who wandered in darkness, seeking
an exit from their ceaseless wanderings. Upon further examination, Kanan
announced that there was a number located within the mark. To me this had no
significance, but while Kanan stated that the number probably had some meaning,
she was at a loss to explain what it was.
Harsha volunteered that the symbol had been burned into her armpit by an
electric needle at her initiation into the group's camp followers. The man who
did it was a tattoo artist who was employed by all the groups in this capacity.
We threatened Harsha with dire consequences if she even hinted to Sayali that we
knew of this mark. This done we marched the teen from the house and out towards
the pit that contained Sayali. It was now her turn to be examined. This time
instead of being a trio of blind persons, we had enough sight to be able to
understand the mark that would prove Harsha's accusations. There still remained
the challenge of either finding the mark ourselves or forcing Sayali to reveal
its location. There was always the chance that she would prove her innocence by
not bearing this stigma.
Sayali's eyes widened when she saw the condition of Harsha's body,
welted and cut by the implements that had been used in an attempt to make her
give up the truth to us. We made the transfer quickly and marched our prisoner
into the house for her initial interrogation. Despite the ejaculation that Kanan
had produced less than thirty minutes previously, I was sexually aroused by the
sight of those firm buttocks twitching from side to side as she padded into the
house.
The girl put up a struggle when she saw the condition of the bed upon
which we would spread her naked body for the examination. Her struggles were to
no avail and within minutes she was on her back, wrists tied together and
anchored to the headboard, her legs spread wide, ankles tied tightly to the
posts at the foot of the urine soaked bed. I excused myself and left her to the
not so tender mercies of Neelem and Kanan. My part in this charade would come
only after they had softened her up with a barrage of blows from the paddle,
flogger and even possibly Kanan's rattan cane. That decision I had left to
Neelem. I also had reserved the use of that special implement I had recently
purchased for myself. The shop keeper's remarks concerning its use were still
fresh in my memory. I wondered if I had enough discipline to only use it as he
had advised.
I sat by the window staring out into the rear courtyard where Harsha was
hidden and listened to the sounds emanating from the bedroom. I easily
recognized the two voices and the sounds made by the leather lengths as they ate
into Sayali's naked body. My mind formed mental pictures based on the sounds I
heard. There was the grunt that came from Neelem followed by the splat sound
indicating a blow to that plump mound of fatty tissue that was the entry to
Sayali's most secret place. This in turn was followed by the whistling of the
flogger as it cut through the air to flatten one of her firm breasts. Kanan was
delivering machine like blows to Sayali's bare body, seeming to move from her
breasts to her belly, no longer rounded, testimony to the near starvation diet
the girl had been put on in recent days. My erection had returned with renewed
vigor and I felt it pressing against my trousers in hopes of being freed.
The one sound I was not able to hear was Sayali's voice. It disappointed
me in a sense because it would have added more fuel to the fire that was
beginning to rage almost out of control within me. Evidently the women had taken
the same approach to her discipline as they had used on Harsha. I wondered
whether Kanan was now stark naked, that thick mat of uncontrollable, black,
springy pubic hair running free. In my vision she was, because those white
cotton panties were now securely wedged inside of Sayali's mouth to stiffle the
yelps and screams that were the result of the merciless lashing her naked body
was receiving.
It was fast approaching the time for my grand entrance onto the stage. I
arose and went to the closet in our bedroom and retrieved the latest purchase I
had made from that little shop that turned out to be a treasure trove for my
needs. I hefted the single rounded strand of tooled leather, imagining it
plowing deep into Sayali's slit, splitting her plump cunt lips and creating a
pain that was unlike anything she could conceive. If anything, my erection was
even harder than the one that had been generated in response to the sight of
that dark, half-naked creature that had captured and focused my lusts.
This time I entered unannounced; Neelem did not have to invite me. For
once my day dream had been accurate; Kanan Jorsay was naked, completely naked,
her ebony body covered only by a film of perspiration that was the result of the
effort she was putting into the beating that she and Neelem were giving Sayali.
She glanced over to me for but a second and then brought the leather lash down
across Sayali's heaving belly, the strands leaving a broad streak of welted
skin. I was unaware that she had brought more things than just her cane.
I could not avoid staring fixedly at her bare body, especially her hairy
crotch that did an excellent job of hiding her treasures from my gaze. I was
astonished at the muscular development she displayed. Her buttocks were two
tightly bunched slabs of flesh, firm and surprisngly rounded for one as slim as
she. I was immediately transported to another place and time where my hard cock
was splitting her twin mounds of muscular flesh as she lay beneath me, her hands
holding those firm cheeks apart, making it easier for my hard ram to penetrate
that winking eye centered deep within that crevice.
Tearing myself away from Kanan's naked body was a challenge that I
managed to overcome. As I suspected, Sayali's mouth was stuffed with something
white that was held in place by a length of twine tightly knotted across her
pursed lips. Her breasts were swollen and bleeding in spots; they had been
receiving a great deal of attention from both women. Even as I noted their
condition, Neelem flattened them both with one swing of the flogger. Sayali's
mons was equally swollen and cut in even more places. Her crotch had been
whipped so severely that the lips of her cunt appeared to be one unbroken lump
of bruised flesh. A trail of deep welts and more cuts had been created over the
fronts of her legs and the tender insides of her tapering thighs.
It was Neelem who tore the gag from Sayali's mouth. She gave her
daughter little time to prepare herself for the barrage of questions she was
asked. "Are you ready to tell the truth?....Do you need more of the whip and
perhaps your teacher's cock jammed down your throat until you
suffocate?....Where is the mark?.....Don't lie, we know you have one, where is
it?" Sayali refused to answer. For her silence she was rewarded with a cut of
Kanan's strap across her face. She shreiked in shock and pain. "Speak or I'll
cut your lying face into pieces." Kanan said, raising her arm to deliver another
blow. Sayali turned her head in anticipation of the blow and this time the strap
exploded over her tightly shut eyes, bringing an even louder scream from the
girl.
I am not sure what prompted me to do what I did, but seemingly without
thinking I stepped forward and struck the helpless girl with my closed fist. The
blow landed between her bruised and battered breasts, nearly fracturing her
sternum, so violent was my punch to the defenseless girl's naked body. I landed
two more vicious punches, one sinking deep into her belly and the other burying
itself between her fat swollen cunt lips. Had not Neelem intervened, placing her
body between me and her daughter, I might have beaten the teen to death, so
great was my rage which had boiled up unbidden, turning me into a madman.
(To be continued)
