Taming Sayali
Chapter 14
Having made my point with the girl, I decided that she needed some time
to dwell upon her situation. Neelem grudgingly accepted my suggestion; I knew
she wished to continue to vent her anger and frustration on Sayali, but more of
what we had given her daughter would not change the outcome. It did however have
the potential to delay the inevitable, which was not in our best interests. To
protect Sayali from her mother I returned her to the pit and made sure that
Neelem would not be able to operate the machinery to gain access to Sayali in my
absence. Then I paid a visit to that small out of the way shop that had provided
me with some of the tools for taming Sayali, but not enough of them to assure
her complete submission to my will.
The old shopkeeper recognized me immediately and came over to inquire
about my needs. I wasted no time getting to the heart of the matter. "This girl
in a woman's body has reached a point where she must be treated as a girl. I
wish to punish her in a way that is most painful, yet will leave no permanent
imprint of what occurred by the end of the monsoon season." His face remained
serene, as always, and then broke into a small smile.
"So it has come to this, has it? It is a wise man who accepts what is
rather than what he hopes will be. I trust that you have exhausted all other
alternatives before reaching this conclusion." I took my time before answering
his question. I reviewed everything that had occurred to see if there was
another route to reach the answer that Neelem, I and even Kanan sought of
Sayali. Of we three I thought that I showed myself to be the most even-handed,
and tended to give the girl the most leeway in any of the issues that arose. On
the other side of that coin there was this nagging doubt in my deepest part that
my motives for what I was about to do were less than pure. I decided that I must
resign myself to my entire being and not just the more noble portion.
As I prepared to speak, he raised his hand and shook his head. "You have
already given me the correct answer and thus I will assist you." He turned and
strode briskly down one of the narrow aisles crowded with all manner of things
exotic and pedestrian, all thrown together haphazardly, or so I thought. He
paused and reached into a collection of oddities and came up with a small wooden
box that he presented to me. I opened it to discover a set, five in all, of
shiny metal clasps seated in some type of plush fabric.
"Three turns of one of these on her nipple and her shrieks will be heard
for blocks. Two turns of one of these on her private parts and she will deafen
all those within shouting distance with her cries. One turn of one of these on
her tongue will make what issues from her mouth incoherent. Two of these
embedded in her tongue by one turn will utterly silence her until they are
removed. I could not believe my ears; how could these small pieces of metal
cause such terrible agonies? It was as if he were privy to my thoughts.
He smiled and plucked one of the clasps from its setting and showed me
its back. It was as if I were looking at the mouth of one of the sucker fish
that often attached themselves to the unwary waders in the rivers and streams
that cut through the terrain of this continent. I could see upon closer
inspection the rows of glittering teeth that had been meticulously etched into
the material by some skilled artisan. By turning the tiny wheel on the top of
the clasp the mouth closed until the teeth enmeshed. "This is the secret that
actualizes the clasps. Be very deliberate in your choice of the number of turns
you wish to use. You must never employ the clasps when your passions are in
command; wait until calmness has returned and then make your choices. His words
made it seem as if I was dealing with something that bordered on magic, that
othe part of the world that many did not dare to accept.
I followed him down still another cramped aisle and waited as he
selected something that I was more familiar with, a small bejeweled whip.
"Notice what is embedded within the strands. It is a rare mineral that comes
from mines that no longer yield the treasures they once contained. A friend of
mine who is dedicated to the world of science once tried to determine what force
was necessary to pulverize this material. He did not succeed since it caused his
press to fail before it yielded itself. This whip is capable of cutting through
anything made by man provided the proper force can be generated by its wielder.
Use this with great care, for the damage it can cause is such that permanent
harm can befall the one it is used on, especially if it is employed in anger
rather than with some degree of mental discipline."
His warning only made me more cautious about utilizing that remarkable
implement on the firm flesh of Sayali. He took another circuitous path and once
more I waited as he rummaged through still another pile of odds and ends before
coming up with a small case which when opened revealed a gleaming set of needles
some of them at least four inches in length. "Aren't they beautiful? See the
craftsmanship that went into their construction. These are more art than
utensils. To be at their most effective they need a certain complement of
powders and potions to make them complete. That is our last stop before you may
take your leave." I realized that it would be folly to argue with this keeper of
such wondrous items, thus I bided my time and meekly stayed in his wake as we
moved to the deepest recess of his shop. I thought I'd been here enough times to
have become fairly familiar with its layout, but this section was beyond my ken.
It was so dark in this area that my guide had become but a silhouette.
How he managed to find those things that he soon retrieved from the darkness is
not something I was able to fathom. Each item was contained either in a small
burlap bag or a glass vial, with two exceptions, which were housed within small
metal tins much like those used to carry snuff. In total this combination of
powders, liquids and ointments summed to nine. I listened to him enumerate what
each was capable of doing and which part of Sayali's body would react the
greatest to any given sample.I was not shocked to discover that her breasts,
under arms, rectum, genitals plus her extremities, fingers and toes, were the
primary targets, and that the needles would be the means of dispensing them to
these regions.
Before we settled on a price for this exotic collection of tools and
torments he asked me an interesting question. "Are there women other than this
girl involved in this matter?" It took me back a little, since I thought I had
let him know in a previous conversation that Neelem, Sayali's mother, was one of
my partners. When I told him that Neelem and Kanan were my compatriots in this
venture he shook his head and muttered something that I was unable to
understand.
Then he looked me squarely in the eye and made this pronouncement.
"Under no circumstances are either of these women to ever have access to any of
the things that you will carry from my shop this day. You will guard them as if
your life depended upon it, which it may in certain cases that you cannot even
begin to imagine." I had to admit to a degree of fear when I heard his words. I
could imagine that in her rage Kanan might seek the girl's destruction, but
never would Neelem fall victim to her passions to this terrible extent. That is
what I thought, and in the time that followed, I was to learn how little we men
truly understood those of the different sex.
I arrived late in the afternoon to Neelem's home and checked on Sayali,
finding her still where I had left her, and none the worse for the experience.
Those things I'd purchased from the shopkeeper were bound in a brightly colored
swatch of madras that he insisted I use as a container while I transported them
and myself back to Neelem's house. As I pedaled from his shop I had began to
plan to do something very humiliating to Sayali. Neelem's face lit up when I
suggested that perhaps her daughter needed to move her bowels and by doing this
perhaps cleanse herself of some of that evil temperment she now displayed. So
while Neelem prepared an enema for her daughter, I took care of getting Sayali
up from the pit and properly secured for what awaited her.
She sensed that something distasteful awaited her. I kept silent and
prodded her toward the house, not being able to drag my eyes from her swaying
hips and twitching buttocks as she padded a step or so in front of me. When I
pushed her down the hall toward the bathroom, passing the room where Kanan and
Harsha had spent most of last evening, it dawned on her where we were headed.
Her pace slowed dramatically as we got closer to the closed door of the
bathroom. She glanced back at me and I could see the worried look that was
already etched upon her face. I gave her a knowing smirk and she knew at that
point that something bad, very bad, was waiting for her beyond the door.
Holding her by her bound wrists, I knocked on the door and announced
that I had someone with me that was in need of some help. The door flew open and
there stood Neelem. She was wearing only a wide strip of colorful cloth wrapped
around her midriff, and her feet were bare. Hanging from the shower curtain was
this bulging red rubber bag with a length of black tubing that terminated in a
long plastic nozzle. Sayali began to struggle to escape my grip, but I was too
strong for her. I could not resist giving one of her breasts a cruel pinch to
put her off guard so I could wrestle her into the small bathroom. Neelem grabbed
her daughter's hair in both hands and dragged her over to the shower stall.
Controlling the struggling girl so that the enema nozzle could be
inserted was a daunting task, made doubly difficult by the close quarters that
we occupied. She was as slippery as a river eel, twisting and turning her lithe
body so as to never present her bottom long enough for Neelem to press the
nozzle into her rectum. I finally took matters in hand by having the woman move
away so I had room enough to get the girl into a choke hold. Once done, I
applied sufficient pressure on her throat to deprive her of air. She struggled
mightily but at last succumbed to my attack, her body going limp.I let Sayali
collapse onto the floor of the shower stall. Then I sat on her back and held her
cheeks wide apart. Neelem rammed the nozzle between those rounded fleshy globes
and unclipped the hose allowing the contents of the enema bag to begin entering
Sayali.
It didn't take long for Sayali to recover and start struggling once
more. Between her body rubbing against my crotch and the sight of Neelem's bare
breasts only a foot or so away from my face, I began to respond to this wealth
of erotic stimulation. I deliberately bounced up and down on the girl's back to
let her know that I was capable of causing her a lot more disomfort than what
she was just beginning to experience as the water worked it way deep into her
bowels. I watched those dusky globes clench and relax as the water continued to
flow into her. Then on a whim I slammed my hand down as hard as I could onto one
of those splendid ass cheeks and watched the firm flesh flatten and then spring
back into its former shape even before the imprint of my hand began to show on
her moist skin.
The girl began to rock her body from side to side as the pressure within
her intestines grew. I pressed my hands into her ass cheeks and raised my body
slightly to allow her to move a bit more and relieve some of the pain and
pressure from her expanding stomach. The minutes slowly elapsed and Sayali's
struggles began to increase once more as the cramps raced through her lower
intestines. She grunted and moaned as one series of cramps was replaced by the
next as the inexorable pressure from the water began to loosen anything lodged
within her colon. She begn to beg for mercy, shouting plaintively for her mother
to stop this torture and let her relieve herself. I continued to slap her bottom
with hard blows, only adding to her misery.
Neelem released the nozzle from her daughter's rectum without warning
and within seconds a stream of brownish, foul smelling liquid and some half
digested solids began issuing from the girl's asshole. I was caught by surprise
and had to leap off Sayali and scuttle backwards to avoid being contaminated by
this fountain of fecal matter mixed with the enema water. The girl struggled to
her knees, the stream of brown material now spurting from her in violent spurts
that made her double up from the pain. She was desperately trying to escape from
the shower stall that was rapidly beng flooded with her excrement. The odor
began to become oppressive and I backed even further from the tiled chamber in
which Sayali remained. For a brief moment she poked her head from the stall only
to encounter her mother who grabbed her by the hair and shook her like a rag
doll before pushing the sobbing girl back into the mess that she had created.
It was obvious to me that this kind of treatment would soon pay
extremely large dividends. Sayali was on the verge of hysteria by now and in a
situation where she was totally vulnerable. I was already planning ahead to make
it easier for us to give her further irrigations and make it even more
humiliating for her. I wondered how she might deal with taking a huge enema
while she was bent over a low rattan bench out in the rear courtyard with the
three of us watching her belly slowly expand a she shook and sweat from the
agonizing pain that would slowly build up within her swollen body. I finally
roused mysef from this fantasy and reaching in, turned the shower full on,
allowing her to shiver beneath the torrent of cold water and try her best to
clean off the horrible, foul mess that clung to portions of her body.
As soon as the last remnants of the enema and what it had driven from
Sayali's body had disappeared into the drain I suggested another irrigation
might do the girl some further good. She became hysterical and tried to bolt
from the shower. I struck her with my fist between her big bouncy breasts and
took the wind from her sails. She collapsed to her knees, adding to her
discomfort as they came into contact with the unyielding tiled flooring. After I
had retrieved a length of scratchy rope from the bedroom that Kanan and Harsha
had shared last evening, Neelem rushed off to the kitchen to get a tray of ice
cubes from the refrigerator while I bound Sayali's legs together to make her
easier to handle.
I could not resist squeezing and toying with her firm breasts while I
waited for Neelem's return. I teased her with the threat of even more
distressing enemas, ones that would make her feel as if her insides were aflame,
others that would convinced her that her insides were being eaten away by an
army of voracious ants. It was a sobbing, pleading teen who begged her mother
for mercy, claiming that I would soon ruin her for life unless Neelem interceded
on her behalf. All she received for her trouble was a cuff to her ear. When
Neelem mentioned that Kanan would certainly enjoy providing her own recipes for
what they should give Sayali, she was utterly devastated.
Sayali shrieked and screamed until her voice cracked as the icy contents
of the latest enema set off wave after wave of intense cramps that rippled
through her shivering body as her lower intestines lost most of their internal
heat, adding to the pain she was experiencing.This time Neelem was giving her
the enema from a side position which made it more entertaining as I could have
access to much more of her body this way. Neelem was becoming a bit more
creative now that she was getting comfortable with how to give her daughter a
thorough irrigation. This time she paused after a few minutes to allow the
portion that had entered the girl to do its worst before adding new pressure to
her roiling bowels.
Having her arms and legs completely restrained made handling her an easy
matter. I still was able to amuse myself by teasing her nipples and pressing my
hand into her swelling belly as more and more of the frigid load of liquid pain
engulfed her insides, seeking more room in which to expand. Sayali's teeth were
chattering as her belly grew larger. Neelem was now adding more water and ice
cubes after she clipped off the flow to let what had entered work on the girl. I
was thoroughy enjoying this turn of events and knew that Sayali would never dare
defy her mother in the future unless she was absolutely sure she was immune from
this humiliating torment.
It was at this point, with Sayali groaning as her belly continued to
distend from the ever increasing pressure of the ocean of ice water that coursed
through her bowels and spilled over into other areas as well, that there came a
loud banging on the front door. Since Neelem was happily engrossed in what she
was doing to her daughter, I answered the door and welcomed Kanan into the
house. Without telling her anything about what had been taking place I escorted
her to the bathroom and let her see for herself what was going on. She clapped
her hands with glee and shouted, "We have you now you cursed imp! Wait until you
see what I've brought for you to enjoy as well."
( To be continued )
