Taming Sayali
Chapter 12
I think just before my seeming irrational outburst I knew the truth
about Sayali; she was indeed what Harsha had claimed! Now I was more than ever
determined to wring the truth from this dusky teen temptress. Neelem was coming
out from the shock that my behavior had caused, and the look on her face
indicated that she would be doing more than attacking my character. I quickly
assumed a defensive posture and waited for whatever would come.
It was Kanan who seized the moment, and took full advantage of the
stalemate that existed between Neelem and myself. "I'm glad to see you finally
accepting the truth about this whore. It's taken you long enough to realize what
I've known for months. Now it is time for action regardless of the consequences;
this one must be exposed for what she is, and then it will be up to the three of
us to decide whether she can be saved from herself. I might as well admit that I
am convinced this imp is beyond redemption despite her youth."
This bold approach had created some confusion in Neelem. She did not
know which of us to take after first. Then Kanan continued to cause doubt in my
lover. "Can you say for a fact that your daughter is indeed a virgin? Have you
taken the time to investigate her person to determine that she remains
untouched? I can almost guarantee that you will be disappointed with the
result."
It could be seen from Neelem's body language, the way her shoulders
slumped, her tightly pursed lips, the widening of her eyes and the stiffness in
her posture, that she had not done anything practical to determine whether or
not Sayali was chaste. Kanan pressed her advantage. "Shall I find out for you or
will you examine her yourself?" That challenge came like a slap across the face.
Neelem flushed, trembled for a few seconds and moved towards Sayali. The look on
the girl's face told all, and when I glanced at Kanan, her face was as close to
a smile as I'd seen in some time.
Neelem glared down at her daughter, then abruptly left the room, leaving
me in the company of two women that sorely tempted me. Both were naked and
definitely available. Sayali, because she was restrained and in as vulnerable a
position as a naked sixteen year-old could be. Kanan because of the mutual
attraction, or was it primal lust, that bound us together. Kanan licked her lips
and brushed her hand across her hairy crotch, as if teasing or was she daring me
to make the first move in that little ritual mating dance that was common to all
species including humans.
Kanan arched her back which pushed her black thatched vulva towards me.
I could smell her body's odor or was it aroma, and my cock began to grow stiff,
eager to join itself to that dark-skinned body that was composed of hair, bones,
skin, and a dripping sex that was beginning to overcome my sense of civility. I
was saved from my urges by the return of Neelem, grim faced and holding what
looked like a baster in one hand. There was no doubt that the chicken to be
basted was her own daughter. Sayali began to struggle against her bonds which
held fast.
Once again Kanan took the initiative and spread the lips of Sayali's
cunt wide, looking up at Neelem with a face bathed in mischief. During all this
time Sayali was motionless, no facial expressions, no movements of her body
against the bonds that held her fast to the bed, nothing. Neelem paid Kanan's
mocking look no heed, and positioned the tip of the long plastic tube at the
entrance to the teen's vagina. "Now for the truth!" she exclaimed, pushing the
baster into her daughter's swollen-lipped passage. Kanan and I watched as inch
after inch of the plastic kitchen tool went into Sayali. "So, now the truth be
known." Kanan said as she nodded her head in the direction of the girl's cunt,
still swallowing more of this damning implement that was finding no resistance.
Suddenly Neelem jammed the entire length into her daughter, bringing a grunt of
pain from her. "Now you'll bleed, you miserable scum!" Neelem said as she felt
it bottom out against Sayali's utuerus.
"All this proves is that her hymen is not intact; there could be any
number of innocent reasons for her condition. Why don't we let the girl tell us
what caused this situation?" I had said it so quickly that even I was surprised
at my boldness. If anything, this was a matter for women to decide, not a male
who was not of their family. Kanan gave me a look of condescension, Neelem, one
of surprise and Sayali just glowered at the three of us. At that point I
mentally gave her over to the not so tender mercies of the two women. I turned
on my heel and took my leave.
By the time I reached the chair by the window looking into the sheltered
part of the property that now housed Harsha, I could hear muffled shrieks and
screams coming from the bedroom. The sounds rose and fell and new ones were
added. I recognized those as leather meeting flesh. I sighed and mentally
pictured the two furious women lashing the helpless girl as she writhed in pain
on that urine soaked mattress, her hands and feet struggling to be free of the
bonds that held her in place.
To escape the sounds that were growing more intense by the minute I took
refuge in the secluded area of the courtyard sheltered by the tall trees that
provided shade from the blistering sun for at least part of the day. It was
midafternoon by now, and I managed to find some shade. I settled into a chair
and began to leaf through the book I had brought with me. I guess Harsha must
have heard my arrival, for she called out to me. I tried to ignore her cries,
but at last I approached the edge of the pit and peered down to where she was
huddled. "How long must I remain in this stinking place?", she asked, looking up
to me. I had no answer. Again she asked, this time in a much louder voice. I
realized that there was a slight chance that her voice might carry to the road
going past Neelem's home. Why not release the girl from the pit and allow her to
rest out here in the shade and perhaps even have some iced tea with me as I
perused the pages of my book.
I had forgotten that Harsha was as naked as the day she was born and
bore the welts and cuts that had been inflicted on her by Neelem and Kanan. The
little vixen had also not forgotten my prong going deep down her throat and
nearly suffocating her. She gave me a wide berth for a time, but once she
realized I had no intentions of raping her, she became more comfortable. "I will
tell you more than I told them if you will promise to protect me." Her offer had
the ring of truth to it and so I agreed, telling her to wait here while I
fetched something for her to drink and tried to find something that would give
her body a bit of protection.
At last Harsha and I sat opposite each other, she sipping on a glass of
iced tea, her third, and the first she had not downed in a few gulps. I had
located a piece of Sayali's clothing that covered the girl's loins, but left her
breasts exposed, a most distracting display I had to admit. As I passed the room
where the two women were beating Sayali, the sounds of leather striking skin had
diminished significantly, probably due to exhaustion on their part.
Harsha put her glass down and after taking a deep breath, she launched
into her amazing story. "Everything I have said about Sayali is true. She has
been with both sexes; she has had multiple male sex partners at the same time,
all true, but at the same time, not true." Her statement perplexed me greatly. I
asked, actually demanded, her to explain this mysterious comment about true and
not true. She cast her eyes downward for a moment, took another even deeper sigh
and continued.
"Let me go back to the time I first saw Sayali in the showers with the
senior girls. It was last year and she had just blossomed. Her development had
sparked the interest of a number of senior girls who were attracted more to
girls than boys. Sayali was easily coaxed into joining them for some innocent
fun that soon became more passionate and quite a bit more demanding when it came
to what the seniors desired from her. One thing led to another and soon Sayali
was being regularly marched back into the deepest recesses of the showers. This
area was known to all as the province of those only interested in girl-girl
activities. By the end of the year Sayali was the pet of the top lesbian in the
school; a student so well connected that no teacher or adminstrator dare
interfere with her on such matters as those involving Sayali and herself."
"During that summer I was told that Sayali was introduced to a very rich
and most influential lesbian who decided to take the girl under her wing, so to
speak. To make Sayali acknowledge her control and dominance when it came to
their relationship, she would have her deliberately offer her body to a number
of male gangs that sought out young girls to have sex with. Sayali did as she
was ordered on many occasions, becoming quite popular with one particular group
of males. I know for a fact, because Sayali told me, that she was most unhappy
over her patron forcing her to have sex with males, which was disgusting as far
as she was concerned. In fact this is what led to their breakup just before
school resumed this year."
Everything began to fall in place, but the picture that was taking shape
was not one that either I or Neelem could be happy about. I dreaded having to
break this news to all involved, but then I caught myself. What about the mark
that was supposed to be on Sayali's body? Without that as evidence, Harsha's
story was just that, a story, one of fiction if you chose not to accept what she
said. "Where is the mark" I asked. Harsha looked down at her lap and fidgeted
some. I was beginning to become a bit annoyed at her behavior. Just as I was
about to escort her to either the pit or the bedroom where Sayali was being
beaten severely, she brightened considerably. "I think it has to be between her
toes. The mark is broken up into eight sections; that must be where it is." I
felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. However there was
still the matter of Harsha's relationship with Kanan. "Why didn't you tell Kanan
about where the mark was?" I asked. Harsha's answer took me by surprise.
"She knows what you know. She beat it out of me with that terrible
weighted cane. I would do anything to avoid being beaten with it and she uses
that to make me do the things to her that are done by lesbians. I am convinced
that she is a lesbian herself, or is too afraid of men to allow them near enough
to her to do what men do with women. She will never have a man as long as she
has a young girl to dominate and abuse. I know, look at what she has brought me
to, sexually satisfying her, being sodomized by my own father almost every day
and being beaten half to death by my outraged mother. I sometimes think the only
way out of my current life is to offer myself to a man, any man, who will take
me away from this terrible state I have fallen into. There are other times that
I know Kanan has her mind made up to somehow get Sayali under her control. If
and when that happens, my life may become much better, but I despair that it
will happen."
Harsha's story made sense, tying together all that I had heard from
Kanan, with some modest shadings to certain portions, and the little that I
could get from Sayali, who was in truth, not what she seemed. I tried to sum it
all up in my mind so that when I confronted all the parties with what I now
knew, I'd be prepared for the reaction that would come from each. First and
foremost, Sayali was definitely on the path toward becoming a dedicated lesbian.
Whether she could be moved from it was unknown, but worth a try. Her mother
Neelem would be devastated with this revelation and might drive Sayali from her
house and life or attempt to coerce her into becoming something that she could
not be. Kanan might take the opportunity to take Sayali from Neelem and use her
for her own needs, which would only drive the girl further into the lesbian life
style as a submissive partner.
Of course there was my own selfish position to satisfy as well. I
finally had to be honest with my own feelings; I too wanted to possess Sayali,
body and soul. If given a choice between the two, I probably would accept her
body as long as it remained firm, rounded and willing to allow me to play it
like the wonderful instrument it could be in my hands. Armed now wth all the
positions that would likely be taken by all parties concerned, I made my way
towards the bedroom accompanied by a half naked Harsha who was beginning to look
more and more attractive as we moved through the house.
Our entry interrupted Kanan who was in the process of fisting Sayali,
her entire hand swallowed by the teen's cunt. It was a strange sight to see only
the teacher's arm protruding from the girl. Neelem was staring down at her
daughter whose face was contorted with lust and pain reacting to this foreign
object now residing within her body. "Enough of this charade, stand away from
the girl and listen to what I have to say. I grow tired of this bickering, lying
and the perpetual jockeying for position that you two have been taking since you
first met." I do believe that the the tone of my voice made both women cease
their activities and pay close attention to what I had to say. With no preamble,
I launched into my analysis of the situation and the strong, and I must admit
self-serving, recommendations that I had to solve the issues that were
separating us.
"Let me begin by saying that at this time Sayali's tastes run to the
female side of the ledger . She has been deliberately skewed in this direction
and I don't know if her current bent can be changed. I do know one thing, force
alone is not the total answer. Her previous relations with men have been forced
upon her if what Harsha has told me is true, and I believe her. Sayali has
indulged in this behavior not for her pleasure, but for the pleasure of the one
who made her do these things."
"This brings me to Kanan. You my dear woman have been less than fully
truthful and I shall deal with you in private, perhaps at your apartment where
we will be undisturbed while I make an attempt to elevate your consciousness
concerning who you are and what you can be in the future. You must know now that
my appoach will be painful at times, but it is what you need. I must admit that
you and Sayali may be fated to be together, that remains to be determined.
However it will not be addressed until you and I have reached an accommodation
concerning the girl."
"Neelem, you have the most challenging prospect before you. I know that
you have an aversion to things between women, so be it. However your daughter is
still your flesh and blood. You must be willing to either accept the possibility
that her path is not yours when it comes to matters sexual, or she will desert
you forever, leaving you an empty shell."
"Sayali does carry a mark, and Kanan knows where it is and what is says.
Perhaps you would like to take the first step in the process of redeeming
yourself when it comes to telling the truth." All eyes were now fixed on the
dark skinned woman. The look on her face was tense, almost resistant. I gave her
a count of five and then moved toward the bed. "Stop! I will show you." she said
in a voice that was stressed, perhaps indicating just how traumatic this moment
was to her and her plans.
Sayali made no attempt to resist as Kanan separated her toes and showed
Neelem and myself the faint marks inscribed in the webbing. "Harsha told you of
these; she will be punished severely once we leave here today. I will turn her
bottom into a chunk of raw flesh and rub salt into it!" Her threat terrified the
half naked teen-ager who began to tremble at the prospect of taking that
weighted cane until she fell unconscious from the pain.
I glared at the teacher and wagged a finger in her direction. "If you
do that to her I will make you rue the day you ever came onto this earth.
Perhaps Neelem might wish to assist me as I turn your skinny body into a pulpy
mass of bleeding flesh from brow to toes." Now it was Kanan's turn to shake, but
there was more to her reaction than just fear. Was it possible that such a fate
was not totally unpalatable to her? There was much more to discover within his
exotic creature's makeup, and I might have the enjoyable task of making her
give up her secrets to me, grudgingly I might imagine. That would make my
efforts even more enjoyable. I wondered what the shopkeeper might have in his
inventory that would be useful when it came to taming Kanan?
The day was giving up its light and so I suggested that all of us remain
here for the night, and then on the morrow come to some type of agreement
concerning Sayali and the role they expected to play in bringing her to heel.
Since no one argued to the contrary, we freed the bruised and bleeding Sayali
from her bonds and allowed her and Harsha to clean themselves while the women
prepared dinner and I relaxed with a small aperitif to celebrate my success.
Tomorrow would be a very interesting day for all concerned.
(To be continued)
