Taming Sayali
Chapter 13
Dinner was an affair fraught with tension. There was so much conflict
just below the surface that I felt as if I was in an ocean infested with sharks.
Kanan and Neelem were obviously at odds with each other over Sayali and probably
myself, if I could be so bold. Sayali seemed to be almost a common enemy when I
considered her damaged relationship with her mother and former teacher, not to
mention Harsha, and to a degree myself as well. There was a degree of enmity
between Kanan and Harsha and between the two teens as well.
There was a part of me that reveled in this conflict, since I stood to
gain considerably if I could retain my vision of things and keep pressing
towards my solution to this problem. If I could arrange an accommodation of
sorts between Neelem and her wayward daughter, there was a place for me in that
grouping. Neelem and I could probably restore our former relationship that was a
most enjoyable one in a physical sense. In this alignment there was the chance
that Sayali could eventually fall into my hands like ripe fruit from a low
hanging bough.
A settlement between Sayali and Neelem would leave Kanan to my tender
mercies if I exerted myself. There was something strong between us and it might
be more than physical, but frankly I did not want to think beyond bending this
dark skinned creature to my own selfish desires. Of all the possible futures
that one seemed to be the most probable. I had to exert some internal discipline
to prevent my thoughts from going from the general to the very particular. It
took an effort of the will to erase the picture of Kanan, stark naked hanging by
her wrists, her body welted and bleeding from the whipping I was giving her for
her temerity to oppose my will.
Sleeping arrangements was another challenge; letting Sayali join her
mother, while Kanan and Harsha shared the other bedroom made sense. That would
leave me sleeping alone, which was probably best under the circumstances. I made
my suggestion and Neelem agreed, provided her daughter was suitably restrained
so she would not be tempted to take her leave while we slept. Harsha did not
look as if she was looking forward to spending the night under her teacher's
care, but it was my guess that Kanan would be saving her energy for the morrow
when things would get very serious.
As for myself, I was looking forward to a respite from the temptations
of the flesh. Under normal circumstances I would have been delighted to bed down
with any of these women or girls, and that included Harsha who had a body that
attracted me physically. Why was it that I was so attracted to the young ones?
They offered the least opportunity for intellectual companionship, being half
formed at best in that area. But there were those budding breasts, rounded
bottoms and all those curves and hollows to consider when it came to a choice of
a proper bedmate for an evening's dalliance. Alas, it was the curse of men that
we were often governed by our groins and not our brains.
Preparing their charges for bed proved to be most entertaining. Neither
Neelem nor Kanan were willing to share their beds. Kanan bound Harsha hand and
foot after making her strip down to only her panties. She warned the girl in my
presence that any noise from her would result in those panties being transferred
into her mouth. I innocently inquired as to what would cause the girl to cry out
during the night. This question obviously created some tension in both of them.
I secretly was enjoying their discomfort, amusing myself by imagining Kanan
joining Harsha on the floor so the girl could lick and kiss her hairy cunt until
Kanan's spendings coated her face. Then again it might be required of Harsha to
insinuate her knowing tongue between her teacher's cheeks and worship that
puckered starfish until Kanan became so excited that she had to use her charge's
face like a cunt rag as she climaxed.
Neleem was more severe with her daughter. Sayali was made to strip naked
and then Neelem bound her tightly to the rattan chair located a few paces from
her bed. She proved to be quite adept at using the ropes to place her daughter
into a very stressful position, her back forced to arch painfully and her legs
wide spread, bent up under the chair and her ankles anchored to her tightly tied
wrists. She then stuffed a rag into the girl's mouth and completed her bondage
by cinching a short length of rope across her stuffed mouth to hold the rag in
place. To check on the integrity of the girl's bonds, she cruelly pinched one of
her melon shaped breasts and twisted the flesh to create considerable pain for
Sayali. The sounds that issued from her gagged mouth were muffled
singnificantly, and a smile lit up her mother's face.
"Perhaps I should take the strap to those big breasts of hers before I
turn in for the night. I'll bet you'd stay around to enjoy the sight of those
beauties bouncing and dancing to the tune from my belt." I refused to take the
bait, which disappointed her. She took another tack, this time insinuating that
the reason I had chosen to sleep in the parlor was so that Kanan and I could
have an opportunity to enjoy each other's bodies while she had to keep one eye
on her disobedient, lesbian daughter. I decided to respond, and plant the seeds
of insecurity in her mind. I observed that like herself, Kanan had left room in
her bed for a companion, leaving open who that person might be. I could see that
my barb had found some flesh.
Neelem played her trump card, removing the wrapping from her body to
reveal those heavy breasts that I'd sucked and kissed by the hour, that rounded
belly I'd licked and nibbled before moving down to her musky slit where I'd
spent many an evening worshipping and plumbing, stirring up the juices that came
from deep within it. I could feel my cock beginning to harden as I recalled our
many nights in that very bed going at each other like children playing or two
beasts responding to our primal natures. I was most sorely tempted, but some
devious portion of my personality refused to allow me to respond in the manner
that most of me wished. Neelem's face grew cold and distant as she realized that
I was refusing her offer of an evening in her bed as Sayali listened and caught
an occasional glimpse of our writhing bodies as we made ferocious love.
In an attempt to relieve some of the tenseness that appeared to be
taking over my body, I opted for a long hot shower. As I stood under the warm
water and soaped my body, the tension began to melt away. I was so engrossed in
the easing of the strain that made my jaw muscles clench, that I was completely
caught off guard by the entry of Kanan into the shower stall, naked as the day
she was born. She wasted no time in preliminaries, her hand grasping my flaccid
cock and rubbing it against her hairy slit while her tongue snaked its way into
my mouth.
My response was immediate and most direct, part of me had obviously been
planning for just this moment and my movements were almost automatic. I grabbed
her ass cheeks and kneaded them as we ground our crotches against each other. I
began to suck her tongue and felt my cock hardening rapidly as she continued to
stroke it and at the same time her teeth nipped my lips. I threw her against the
side of the stall and pressed my body to hers, pinning a helpless Kanan against
the tile. I began to maul her bare body, pinching and twisting her skin and
raking my nails across her small pancake shaped tits and down her flanks,
feeling the ridges of bone that composed her ribcage. I pushed my knee between
her thighs and forced them open so I could enter her. She bit down on my
shoulder as my cock broke through her defenses and began stretching that wet
cunt that I sought. For the first time I was doing exactly what the animal part
of my brain was ordering and I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of being free to
act on my needs, unburdened by the tyranny of my intellect.
Without thinking, I had bent my knees so I could penetrate her as she
leaned against the side of the shower stall. Now my passions grew and I grasped
her under her arms and raised her body sufficiently that I could once more stand
erect. Then I proceeded to give her cunt a furious battering as she just stared,
mouth open, almost slack, her body being pounded brutally against the unyielding
tile wall. I have no idea how long I remained in this frenzied state, but by the
time I drenched her insides with my furious discharge, she was limp in my arms.
I felt like bellowing my triumph! I had conquered this mocking, angry, exotic,
erotic, conflicted, creature. She would be bent to my will, nothing in this
world could stop that from becoming true.
I have no recollection of Kanan leaving the shower and returning to her
bedroom. It was as if I were in a fog. My actions were those of a man in a
trance. Then it sank into me what I had just done, and I exalted! There was so
much anger still locked within when it came to Kanan, that I knew what had
transpired tonight was but a prelude to a lengthy and most daunting
relationship. She would be a worthy challenge, but beneath her veneer of
sophistication and cycnicism there was a young girl who had been severely harmed
by numerous unthinking men, doing what the culture allowed them to do, uncaring
about the effect it had on the unfortunate young girl who had been gifted with a
bright mind and a will to succeed.
There was no interest on my part in being just another version of her
father or brothers or those students who thoughtlessly demeaned and degraded her
without any consideration for the consequences it had on her life and spirit.
Tearing her down to her essence and then rebuilding her into a stronger, more
understanding representation was a task that might consume a significant
fraction of the next few years. That was something to consider when I thought of
the end of my sabbatical, mere months away.
I curled up on the divan in the parlor and fell fast asleep. When I
awoke the next morning, the sun was just beginning to transform the darkness. I
lay there recalling the startling but inevitable event that had occurred last
evening. There were no recriminations, no feelings of guilt over what had
transpired. In point of fact there was great excitement about what was going to
develop between Kanan and myself. Then I realized that my first loyalty still
was to Neelem and her conflicted daughter who might very well be more than just
a teenager overmatched by the world she knew little of.
That morning as we assembled for breakfast it became apparent that
Neelem sensed something had happened to me that involved Kanan. The thin,dark
teacher was very quiet, almost deferential towards both Neelem and myself. The
girls were still bound tightly and remained in their respective rooms, Sayali
hogtied to the rattan chair while Harsha was still trying to find a comfortable
spot on the wooden floor. I took a quick look at Kanan and caught her staring at
me with a strange look on her sharp featured face. I glowered at her and she
looked away, looking like a child who had been caught doing something wrong. For
a few moments I relived what I could remember of last night in the shower and
found myself getting hard. I was a bit angry at my lack of self control and
vowed to take my anger out on whomever got in my path.
The tension between the two women was most palpable, and so I attempted
to defuse that issue. I coughed to get their attention and said what had to be
said. I made no excuse for taking what Kanan had offered and provided no apology
whatsoever for my behavior. Neelem was staring daggers at the teacher and for
one of those rare times, Kanan appeared to be on the defensive. I challenged my
former lover to face me with whatever complaint she had concerning what had
passed between Kanan and myself. Now it was her turn to shy away from
confrontation with me. She was a wise woman, and realized that having me as an
ally, perhaps even a lover,would serve her best interests. I could already see
her trying to accommodate this major shift in relationships.
The discussion now centered on Sayali. There were still bits and pieces
of things that were not yet completely revealed. Rather than make a list of
them, it might be better to merely forced the truth, the entire truth from
Sayali. Harsha's testimony had proven to be mostly accurate, but there still
remained a few unanswered questions that had to be resolved with her as well. To
me it seemed the issues concerning Harsha's version of the truth were minor
matters that would have no significance once we were sure that Sayali was
speaking the truth. In the event it was shown that Harsha had deliberately held
something back or in any way shaded the truth to put herself in a better light,
Kanan and I would give her the appropriate punishment the next time she visited
the teacher's apartment. That molified Kanan, but I could see the wheels turning
in Neelem's head.
She feared that Kanan might gain a more secure position with me under
these conditions. I was amused at how her jealousy blinded her to the obvious in
this case. I suggested that Kanan return the girl to her parents and make sure
that she remained under their discipline until the three of us had broken Sayali
to our complete satisfaction. Neelem was silent for a time, while Kanan
expressed some degree of dismay that she would have to be away while the
interrogation of the girl was taking place. To keep everyone relatively
satisfied I agreed that Neelem and I would hold off questioning Sayali until
Kanan returned. What was left unsaid was that did not guarantee that we were
going to avoid softening up the willful girl by any means deemed necessary.
Minutes after Kanan and Harsha left the house, Neelem and I headed for
the bedroom where Sayali was being kept. I allowed Neelem to rid herself of all
the frustration she had concerning her daughter. She grabbed the girl's hair in
her hands and began trying to yank it from her scalp using only her arms and
hands. After a few frustrating minutes she had to rest to regain her strength.
Sayali's face was flush from the assault she had just weathered.
It was now my turn to try to gain a foothold with this stubborn teen. I
homed in on her firm breasts, slapping those dusky globes from side to side,
each slap a little harder than its predecessor. Her eyes grew wide as I
continued to buffet her melon-like mounds with harder and harder blows. I paused
to close my hands into fists and had at her once again. Her eyes were like two
knives trying to pierce my heart. I gloried in her resistance. Her attitude and
chicanery would not protect her from the creature that was gaining control of
me. Perhaps it was related to that force that had taken over my body last night
with Kanan.
When I captured her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and
cruelly pulled them up until tears formed in her eyes, her body language
changed. Still holding those nubbins in a grip of steel I began stretching them
from side to side, varying the toment by twisting them in one direction than
another, never allowing Sayali to prepare herself for whatever was to follow.
Then I switched my attack to her long lustrous hair. Unlike her mother I did not
try to use brute force to tear the hair from their roots. Instead I captured a
small number of strands and literally plucked them from her scalp by the roots.
Even with the gag I was rewarded with some muffled grunts and a muted wavering
cry of pain and distress. Momentarily satisfied, I stepped back to give Neelem
another opportunity to take her vengeance on Sayali.
She grabbed a handful of her daughter's hair and used it to hold her
still as she swung her other hand into the girl's face, over and over until she
couldn't raise it . Then she switched hands and resumed pummeling Sayali's face
with hard slap after slap, the sound echoing from the walls. This time around I
aimed to make her afraid without pain, just the threat of it. I wrapped some of
her hair around my fist and pulled upward to make her neck strain. Then I stared
into her eyes, grinned and spat into her face. She was taken by surprise and
then when I drew back my closed fist as if preparing to smash her face into
pieces from the force of the blow, she lost control of her bladder and a stream
of deep yellow, pungent piss arced out from her spread thighs and puddled in
front of the chair. I feinted as if I was going to follow through with my
punch, and she began to blubber like a little baby. She was very close to
breaking down; soon we would be hearing from her lips what she had actually been
doing this year both at school and afterwards. However there was much more time
before we would be joined by Kanan and I wanted to use it to give this little
temptress as much discomfort and humiliation as I could devise.
( To be continued)
