Taming Sayali
Chapter 15
Sayali was too occupied with the enema to pay much attention to the
threat that Kanan made. I on the other hand did pay attention to what she was
brandishing. The muslin bag that she was shaking looked to be well filled, and
poking from its cinched top was the base portion of some type of whip or club.
Kanan had indeed brought some very nasty tools to use on this recalcitrant
teenager. I wondered where she had accumulated these items; obviously there were
other shops that evidently had specialty items for sale to the right parties.
Perhaps later, at our leisure or when I brought the teen over to her
place for more severe discipline than Neelem was capable of providing, we might
compare notes concerning our suppliers. I must confess that the thought of
having Sayali at Kanan's mercy did excite a part of my psyche. I even fantasized
that perhaps Kanan and I would make passionate love while the girl, tied tightly
to a chair after having been beaten to within an inch of her life by Kanan,
watched us through tear filled eyes, knowing that once we were finished we would
return to punishing her. I realized I was developing a strong erection, and
busied myself with other things in order to bring my passions under control.
At my suggestion we transported Sayali from the shower stall into the
tub while Neelem made sure that the enema bag was kept filled even as we moved
the teen. Now she was on her back looking up at the three of us as we watched
her belly grow larger from the steady flow of water that entered her. There was
something oddly erotic about watching her stomach get rounder and fuller as if
she was expectant. I took the initiative and yanked the nozzle from Sayali's
rectum, much to the surprise and dismay of my two companions. A stream of
brownish liquid began issuing from the girl and soon she was lying in a rapidly
growing pool of this murky, foul smelling discharge as her bowels spasmed and
worked to release the load of ice water that had invaded her lower intestines
and even found a passageway to her stomach. The look on the teen's face brought
a satisfied smile from Neelem as well as Kanan. They were thoroughly enjoying
the humiliation and discomfort that Sayali was experiencing.
The stench rising from the tub in which Sayali was imprisoned drove us
from the bathroom. As Neelem closed the door we could hear her daughter angrily
cursing us all for degrading her this way. I was a bit shocked at her language,
but it just made my task much easier. It was becoming quite obvious that Sayali
was not what she appeared to be. Just what type of creaturer lay hidden within
that dusky assembly of curves and hollows that collectively was so tempting to
me was yet to be determined. I was seized with an almost animalistic joy at the
prospect of at last venting my passions upon her. It was at this point that I
remembered the words of the shopkeeper concerning acting in the heat of passion.
This sobered me somewhat, but not completely.
The three of us retreated to the kitchen where the air was clear, and
Neelem busied herself preparing tea with the assistance of Kanan. I took a seat
at the table and watched the two women bustle around readying the tea and all
that was necessary to present it properly. I could not help following the
movement of Neelem's bare breasts as she moved first one way and then another. I
think Kanan realized the effect those heavy, melon shaped mounds of flesh were
having on me. She seemed to be trying to catch my eye for some reason, but I
decided that I'd rather enjoy the sight of those fleshy mounds gently shifting
and in a way changing their shape with every movement that Neelem made. My
little private show and fantasy were abruptly concluded when Neelem realized she
was partially naked. As she covered herself her eyes seemed to sparkle as if she
had been playing a game and was the victor. She said something in a low voice to
Kanan and they shared a hearty laugh, most likely at my expense.
While we sipped our tea, the faint sound of Sayali, still yelling and
cursing, could be heard. It was Kanan who broached the subject of further
discipline for Neelem's daughter. To my surprise Neelem was most eager to
continue with our activities. I sensed that the current outburst from Sayali had
embarrassed her somewhat. Also the arrival of Kanan had reinforced her desire to
continue her prime role in the disciplining of her child. Then there was the
rivalry that was apparent between them when it came to my affections. In my
present state I felt as if I could handle that matter without any difficulty at
all. The solution was a simple one, we would form a trinity or they would remain
alone in their beds. I felt confident that in that eventuality, I could channel
my activities into disciplining Sayali, a situation that I found myself looking
forward to with a great deal of eagerness.
I started the ball rolling by asking Kanan what she had in her bag. She
wasted no time displaying the toys and tools she had brought with her. Neelem
was quite taken by the strap-on dildo and without being asked, Kanan jumped to
her feet and began taking off her skirt and panties, revealing that thick muff
of springy pubic hair that utterly fascinated me. She paused just long enough to
make sure that I had the opportunity to get a good look at what she was offering
so blatantly. Then with a little grin of triumph she began fitting the toy
around her waist and tightening the straps to make the dildo fit.Then she turned
toward Neelem and moved her hips to make the dildo bounce obscenely from her
pubes. I could see the combined shock and interest that crossed Neelem's face as
she took in this display of raw sexuality.
"When I use this on that tramp, she'll probably moan with pleasure as I
push it deep inside her whorish cunt, but after a few minutes of good hard
strokes she'll start singing another tune as this hard thing begins to wear away
at that dripping trench she calls her cunt. You should hear Harsha beg when I
use it on her. After five minutes she'll do anything I ask to avoid further
pain, and sometimes I make some very severe demands on her." Mentally I was
imagining Harsha bent over the bed, supporting her body by her outstretched arms
as a stark naked Kanan drilled away between her thighs, her hands holding the
girl's body steady while that fat weapon split the girl's dripping cunt like it
was a piece of rotted fruit. Then I watched, with an erection that would soon
be put to use on both of them, as Harsha began to lick and kiss Kanan's soaking
wet cunt, burying her face in that mass of thick curly pubic hair, her tongue
searching diligently for the entrance to Kanan's humid, fetid cunt.
I think Kanan knew that the sight of her wearing the dildo had set me
off. " Are you dreaming about bending over so I can ram this big thing into
you?" The way she said it acted like a challenge to me and so I rose to the
bait. Neelem could not conceal the fact that she found Kanan's comment most
amusing. I resolved to make her pay a penalty for her cheek before I went to
sleep this evening. However for the moment I would turn my wrath where it would
do the most good. So I grinned and replied to her question.
"No, I was actually thinking that my member would make a most
appropriate substitute for that plastic thing that hides your best feature from
view. In my fantasy however it would be pointed inward where it would do the
most good at taming your acid togue." My reply scored a direct hit and I could
see by her body language that she was wounded. I pressed my advantage. "Perhaps
I might give you a taste of what I have before you fall asleep this evening. I
just know that you'll be most grateful for what I can provide, and mine is not a
replica, it is alive and quite eager to make your acquaintance. From the corner
of my eye I could see the shocked look on Neelem's face. My challenge had struck
home in her as well, two for the price of one, a great bargain I thought to
myself.
Kanan's silence spoke volumes. I would have her body tonight, that was a
certainty. As for Neelem and I, who could tell? The dark skinned school teacher
stepped from the dildo and posed with her legs spread and her hands on her hips,
daring me to make an overture as she stood there. It was my turn to smile at
this brazen display. I knew that a most enjoyable experience lay ahead this very
evening. It was Neelem who broke the spell, asking whether it was time for us to
bring Sayali from her bath and begin to punish her further for all her deceit. "
Only once we have hosed her down and made sure that she is fit to occupy the
hardest of surfaces that can be found in this house." My comment brought smiles
from both women and so the tension left the room and we began to husband our
resources for the next session with Neelem's stubborn daughter.
The half naked teacher could not resist showing off one of her other
tools. It was made entirely of rubber, black and unyielding except for the
attachment. The main part was shaped like a crude phallus with a hose protruding
from its base that was joined to a bulb of softer rubber. Kanan held the device
up and began to squeeze the bulb, causing the phallus to expand in girth.
"Imagine the head inside that little harlot while we take turns pumping it up to
make it grow larger and larger until it stretches her to the limit and then with
even more pumping beyond, as she screams and begs for mercy." Neelem's eyes had
grown wide as she understood how this device worked. I knew more than she. It
would take more than one of us to make the phallus expand to the point that it
could damage the girl's vagina, but she would probably not know that and her
mind would do what our strength could not. I looked forward to watching her face
as I pumped and pumped this devilish device and saw her response to the pressure
that would develop within her bone dry cunt.
Always the gentleman I kept the women out of the bathroom as I entered
only long enough to open the window and turn the water tap in the tub on full to
wash away the foul smelling residue that remained surrounding the teen's wet
body. I retreated and joined the ladies to wait for the combination of fresh air
and plenty of water to eliminate the more noxious components of the stench that
filled the bathroom. We waited a few minutes and then entered to pull Sayali
from the tub and wrestle her into the shower stall for a lengthy cold shower to
complete her cleansing. Both Kanan and I took that opportunity to maul Sayali's
body, Kanan concentrating on her fat lipped cunt while I pulled and pinched
those breasts that attracted me as if they were magnets for my lusts.
We got her dripping, shivering body from the shower and I had the
pleasure of dragging her by the hair down the hall and into the bedroom where
the stark wooden bed frame, devoid of any form of bedding waited for its
occupant. With the women's assistance I retied the girl to the bed, her arms
over her head and anchored to the headboard, giving access to her armpits. I
could already imagine one of those long needles loaded with one of the nine
irritants sinking deep into the sensitive flesh of that erotic hollow as Sayali
writhed in agony. The women took care of binding her ankles to the corners of
the frame, making the ropes so tight that they ate into her flesh. It was Neelem
who came up with the final touch, slipping a rough triagular piece of wood under
Sayali's body just above the base of her spine.
Kanan had left the room just as Neelem produced the length of wood. By
the time she was satisfied that it was in place, Kanan had returned with a bowl
containing a muslin bag filled with a mysterious substance. To my surprise Kanan
proceeded to place the bowl on the floor and squat over it. She looked up at me
and licked her lips before releasing the contents of her bladder which made a
loud hissing sound as it flowed into the bowl and saturated the bag and its
contents. "This will keep our little tramp quiet while we give her a small
sample of what she will experience this night and beyond if she is so foolish as
not to confess to doing those things that we know she has been doing behind her
mother's back." I immediately realized that Kanan was deliberately attempting to
gain favor with Neelem, thinking that she would ultimately determine who and
what means would be allowed to break Sayali's spirit and will to resist.
Once Kanan was finished stuffing the bag into the girl's mouth and
holding it in place with a length of brightly colored cord, I suggested that the
three of us take turns giving Sayali a little taste of what each of us was going
to do to her before we even asked her to tell us the truth about the evil things
that she had been doing. Kanan volunteered to lead off, which did not surprise
Neelem or myself. She selected a hand tooled length of leather bound tightly
with what appeared to be turns of polished wood. I recognized it as the item
that had protruded from the sack in which she carried her implements of
discipline. She held it out to me so I could heft it, feeling its weight and
balance. I was most impressed by the workmanship and realized that in the right
hands this could do some serious damage to the poor unfortunate it was used on.
We watched as Kanan prepared to use this clublike piece of leather on
Sayali. I was quite surprised at where she chose to employ it. She positioned
herself at the foot of the bed and then without warning she slammed the leather
across the sole of Sayali's right foot. It made a strange sound as it struck the
girl's arch and Sayali's body lunged against the bonds holding her down.
Quickly Kanan struck the other foot in almost the exact same spot and once again
Sayali's body tried to rise from the bed frame.
It was amazing the way Kanan used this weapon, beating the soles of the
teenager's feet over and over without any break in the rhythm she established.
Even though she was securely gagged, Sayali made enough noise to let us know
that she was in agony from the unrelenting assault upon her tender feet.
Forehand and backhand, over and over, each blow landing where it was aimed.
After about a dozen blows in total Sayali's feet were beginning to curl as the
blows caused them to begin cramping. Then Kanan paused, took a deep breath and
shifted to the balls of Sayali's feet and tears poured from the teen's eyes as
she suffered even greater pain from the incessant pounding they were absorbing.
I decided that Sayali had had enough for the moment, and asked Kanan to
stop. She chose to ignore me, her way of trying to establish her independence. I
moved in and took the leather club from her hand in mid stroke. She was furious
until she saw the look on my face. Then she abruptly backed away; I think she
knew what was in store for her once we finished with the girl and took a rest.
She would not be getting any rest, that she knew.
What she didn't know was that she'd be marched into the bathroom and
given a cold shower and then forced to satisfy my needs as she knelt and tried
to swallow every inch that I would force down her throat as she gagged and
desperately tried to gain some air. I wonder if Neelem might join the party at
least as an observer; it would be a good start to what might turn out to be an
exciting evening for all concerned except Sayali.
It was Neelem's turn to give her daughter a sample of her discipline.
She informed me that she would need a few minutes to assemble what she needed.
Then she looked at Kanan and suggested that perhaps she might wish to see how
much of her arm she might get into the teenaged troublemaker while Neelem
prepared for her turn. Kanan grinned and appraoched her prey who could do
nothing but cringe at the prospect of having her sensitive channel stretched to
its limit by Kanan's fist.
I decided to entertain myself as well while Kanan fisted Sayali. I
pinched the girl's nipples, then twisted them to make her groan into the gag. I
sat back for a moment and watched Kanan slip one finger after another into
Sayali's fat lipped cunt until only her thumb remained outside. I leaned over
and bit down around Sayali's nipple, making her arch her back in pain. At the
same time Kanan folded her thumb and managed to insert her entire hand into the
girl's cunt. By the time Neelem returned carrying a small flaming brazier, Kanan
had gotten about six inches of her forearm into the girl's bulging birth canal.
Now it was her turn to show her daughter another kind of pain.
My bite had drawn a drop of blood from the girl. I idly smeared it over
her dark brown skin while I watched Kanan's glistening forearm withdraw from
Sayali's hot, wet passageway with a slick , almost hissing sound that was
punctuated by a soft pop as Kanan's fist pulled free of the suctioning grip that
had kept it securely buried in the girl's tight channel. I moved away from the
bed and took a seat on the only chair in the room. I grinned at Kanan and patted
my knee as if I expected her to perch her nearly naked body onto it.
I was stunned when she approached and carefully placed her crotch down
on my thigh and settled back to rub her body against my chest. I decided that
two could play at this game. So I placed one arm across her pancake shaped
breasts and insinuated my free hand into her wide spread crotch, my fingers
pressing forward to the entrance to her cunt which I could not fail to notice
was positively dripping, The temptation to take her on this very floor nearly
overcame me, but with the last shred of willpower left in me I managed to
refrain from acting out my fantasy. It would have to wait until I saw what
Neelem had in store for her daughter.
( To be continued)
