Taming Sayali
Chapter 16
Abstract: Sayali, as usual, is the stimulus that drives the three of them in
their little mating dance. She is the stuff of dreams and fantasies. Things have
finally come to a head. Neelem and Kanan play with fire, one in reality, the
other metaphorically. Kanan goes one step too far and suffers the consequences,
but recovers to continue her campaign to not only dominate and perhaps possess
Sayali, but to seduce the teacher as well.
Neelem proceeded to spread out a collection of kitchen implements on the
table beside the bed on which her naked daughter was stretched. I watched as
Sayali craned her neck to see what was in store for her as the brazier
flickered, sending shadows across the teen's sensual features. I began to
realize what Neelem planned when she placed a batch of coins into the metal dish
that was being heated on the brazier. I had noticed a set of tongs among the
items she had brought.
Kanan disturbed my train of thought by moving her crotch back and forth
on my knee, covering only an inch or two at a time, but having a much greater
effect than I wanted at this time. I captured one of her nipples between my
thumb and forefinger and started to gently squeeze. It became rock hard in
seconds and I pushed my knee upwards to make the contact between our bodies even
closer if such a thing were possible. She continued to rub her bare back against
my chest and move her crotch back and forth despite the pain I was now producing
in that captured nubbin of flesh. I leaned close to her ear and whispered,
"This is nothing compared to what you'll get this evening. I shall make you beg
for mercy and give you none, be sure of that." To emphasize the seriousness of
my threat I poked my finger deep into her soaking wet cunt until she gasped.
Neelem was too busy preparing her nasty surprise for her daughter to
notice what was taking place between Kanan and I. It took her two tries before
she got the first hot coin secured in the tongs. Then she held it up so Sayali
could see it and know what was about to happen. It dropped on the teen's rounded
belly and there was a hiss as the hot metal vaporized the perspiration from the
girl's skin in the region it touched. A brief moment elapsed before it began to
burn into her skin.
Sayli's body began an erotic dance as she tried to flip the hot coin
from her stomach. She paid a heavy price for her efforts, since the wooden wedge
beneath the small of her back started to eat into her flesh as she literally
pulled her body upwards only to fall back, driving the wedge deeper into her
skin. I wondered if it were possible that the wood triangle might eat through
that thin layer of flesh and begin damaging the girl's spinal cord.
Her first attempt to toss the coin from her body was unsuccessful, the
coin came to rest only a few inches from its original location. Her next try
made things only worse for the heated metal now lodged itself in the cleft
formed by her narrow cunt lips. That was a sight to see! Kanan never realized
just how close she came to being thrown on the floor so I could have access to
either her or Sayali, depending on what erotic thoughts came and went from my
fevered imagination. To mask my embarrassing reaction to what I just witnessed,
I clapped loudly and hunched up against Kanan's bottom to force her to make some
kind of response as well. We two were now co-conspirators, bound together by our
common secret and a strong desire to have our way with Sayali as soon as was
possible.
Neelem became more adept with each coin that she heated and tossed onto
her daughter's naked body. By the time she placed one between the girl's full
breasts I was so hard it was beginning to hurt. Sayali's gyrations would put
most dancers to shame as she writhed and shook her body in an effort to rid it
from the hot pieces of metal that left burns, none of which however would be
permanent. Kanan was ever the sympathetic observer, leaning her head back to
tell me that heavier coins would be a much more effective way to torture this
teenage temptress.
"When it's my turn to have her over to my apartment I shall show you
what coins made from denser metals can do to this tramp's skin. Perhaps I'll do
that before I use the cane on those big breasts and that fat cunt she flaunts at
you every chance she gets. Don't think for a moment that I haven't noticed those
erections you try to disguise. I'm hoping that you will save one of them for me
tonight. I will make it last much longer than even your wildest dreams could
imagine." I was on the verge of being overcome by sexual frenzy from the sight
of Sayali moving her naked body in ways that tempted me as never before, and the
half naked body of Kanan that continued to rub against me every chance she got.
Finally I was forced to push Kanan off my body and stand to relieve some
of the pressure that was building in my groin. To further reduce my sexual
tension I approached the bed where Sayali was writhing and jerking in a mad
attempt to remove the latest heated coin that had landed just above her fat
lipped cunt. Her efforts were not too successful as the coin bounced onto her
rounded belly and refused to budge despite her wild gyrations. It was obvious
that her movements had almost drained her of energy and so she was most
vulnerable for further pain and humiliation. I bent over and took one of her
nipples between my thumb and forefinger and raised her firm meaty breast. I
caught Neelem's eye and nodded toward the exposed flesh under the girl's tit.
She grinned and nodded her head.
The moment she dropped the hot metal onto that tender area beneath
Sayali's breast, I let go and watched her eyes pop as she tried to dislodge the
hot piece of metal from its position and found herself quite unable to
accomplish this objective. I could smell the slight odor of toasting flesh as
the coin burned away some of her skin and perhaps just a slight amount of the
flesh beneath it. With my assistance Neelem prepared and applied another burning
disk to the tender region under her other breast. This time I could not contain
myself and as soon as her meat covered the latest fiery offering from her
mother, I pressed down hard on that firm bag of fat and nerve endings and
listened to her muffled shreiks and saw the tears running down her cheeks.
Kanan joined the fun and soon she and Neelem were working as a team
placing one red hot coin after another onto the girl's skin until she was
utterly exhausted and could do nothing but lay in a pool of her sweat and let
the coins burn little impressions into her skin. Naturally it was Kanan who
parted the girl's cleft to expose her pink cunt meat and then let the fleshy
cunt lips close once one of those burning plates was inserted into her cunt to
burn away some of that sensitive mucus membrane protecting the cunt meat. Kanan
looked over toward me and said, "The next time someone fucks this whore she'll
feel as if the devil was personally roasting her diseased cunt in the flames." I
was surprised to hear her use a Christian allusion such as the devil, but on
second thought she did have a university education and it was thus not that
strange.
This talk and the sight of Sayali's naked body being tormented to its
limit caused me to begin a fantasy involving her, Kanan and myself. The teen was
stark naked, wrists and ankles tied so tightly to the bed posts that the flesh
surrounding the ropes was swollen. Her tongue, that was at least two feet in
length, extended from her mouth and had been sewed with coarse red thread to the
flesh of her belly. A jungle of tangled, thick, black hair hid her cunt from
view and grew wildly in all directions, one trail running up to her navel, only
inches from where her straining, lying tongue was anchored.
Kanan, also as naked as the day she was born, squatted between Sayali's
spread thighs. Her lack of breasts, bony physique and totally hairless,
thin-lipped cunt made her appear to be a girl who still had not experienced
coming into season. Despite her child-like appearance she wore a monsterous hard
rubber, strap-on dildo. The surface of the sex toy was covered with a drawing of
tongues of flame encircling its length and girth. It was nearly as long as
Sayali's captive tongue. She gave me a grin exposing those white teeth that
stood out in stark contrast against her nearly ebony flesh and began to ram that
flaming dildo deep into Sayali who could do nothing but grunt as her eyes tried
to pop from their sockets.
I reached down and tore a handful of that springy pubic hair from her
body, enjoying her agonized look as the pain radiated from her wounded skin.
Once more I leaned forward and let my fingers be tangled with that growth. This
time I gave it a few practice yanks, just enough to make it hurt, but not enough
to remove any. Kanan was speaking as she raped the teen. "How do you like this
cock? Is it big enough for that sloppy whore's cunt you have? Can you feel how
hard it is and do you know that it will never get soft no matter how many times
you come? When I've become bored with stirring up all the cum buried in that
diseased cunt, my lover will ram his fist into that swamp and break his way into
the foul chamber where the evil in you is festering and becoming ready to be
loosed upon the world. Then it will be my turn to once again destroy your
insides until the sheets are awash in your blood. Perhaps then we will let you
rest while we make love and all the evil in you is bled from your body." As soon
as she finished speaking I tore another handful of hair from Sayali and forced
into her mouth, making her choke on it.
When I recovered my senses, so to speak, Neelem was no longer flipping
heated coins on her daughter's flesh. Instead she had selected a heavy metal
ladle and was using it on the girl's bare body. I winced as she struck Sayali
squarely on her hip bone, having experienced the pain associated with a hip
pointer injury earlier in my life when I thought of myself as an athlete. The
beating that she gave her daughter using nothing but the heavy metal ladle and a
spatula made from the same material was cruel. Who but her mother would know all
the most sensitive spots on the dusky teen's shapely form.
When she began smashing the flat sheet of metal down on Sayali's swollen
cunt lips the sound it made got me excited once more. There was the hiss of the
spatula cutting through the air and then the liquid squishing noise it made as
it sank into the girl's cunt lips. By now Sayali was almost motionless from
utter exhaustion, her bound body unable or unwilling to respond further to the
blows that rained down upon it. I was impressed and at the same time shocked at
the fury with which Neelem went at her daughter. Finally after one particularly
vicious blow to the teen's face, one that flattened her nose and split her upper
lip, Neelem tossed the spatula to the floor and moved back, almost as if afraid
to be near the girl. I speculated that perhaps she knew deep inside that she
might pick up the ladle and try to break Sayali's bones with it.
Kanan once more intruded into my brief period of introspection with a
challenge for me. "Well, what do you have to demonstrate to us? I've see nothing
resembling a disciplining tool. Are you proposing to beat her senseless with
your fists, or perhaps take a turn or two between her legs or even into her
asshole?" Her words were like adding fuel to the inferno that was flaming within
me. My facial expression must have warned her that she had overstepped the
bounds I would allow her. Even Neelem was taken aback by Kanan's insult to me.
It is difficult to describe what led up to me holding Kanan against the
wall, my hands throttling her. I thought it strange at the time that I was
looking her in the eyes, face to face. I noticed that there was spittle coming
from the corners of her mouth and her eyes were large and staring. It was only
then that I realized her feet were not touching the floor, since I had hoisted
her into the air during the blind fury that had overtaken me. I was horrified
and immediately loosened my grip on her throat, allowing her to sag to the
floor. Neelem's violent attack on me with the ladle was well deserved and most
painful until I managed to wrest it from her hand. She quickly stepped away from
me, assuming a defensive stance, but I just stood there trying to wake from this
terrible dream I just had. "Have you gone mad?" Neelem asked in a low and shaky
voice. I shook my head and sat down on the bed, more accurately on Sayali's
thigh. I felt her leg trying to move and when I looked at her face, the color
had gone from it. I wondered for a moment where those marks on her nose and lips
came from, then remembered that last blow from Neelem with the spatula. However,
try as I might, I could not recall anything after Kanan's insult and my
awakening to find myself throttling her.
A very shaken Kanan finally stood up on trembling legs and was helped to
the bathroom by Neelem. I glanced over at the teenager and met her eyes staring
into mine. For a fraction of a second I thought I saw something akin to a tiny
smile flash quickly across her face. I moved so that I might raise myself from
the bed. This movement obviously frightened her, for she quickly shut her eyes
in hopes of preventing seeing what might be threatening her. I thought for a
moment and realized that as of now she was completely at my mercy. There was no
one to prevent me from strangling or even breaking her neck with one fatal blow.
My rational side began to work on how to make this fear she had work to
my advantage. I gave Sayali a frown, then pointed at her and said, "I have had
enough of your lies and silly games. You will tell me what I want to know or I
will hurt you in ways that make what happened here seem as nothing." No emotion
registered on her face; it was as if I had not spoken or she did not hear what I
said. This was a tough one disguised as a silly teenager. I wondered just how
much damage I had to do to her before she gave up her secrets to me.
Then I corrected my thought to something more realistic. How much pain
would Kanan be allowed to inflict on Sayali until the girl begged for me to
become her savior? I was already deciding the conditions I would place upon her
as the price for freeing Sayali from the torments she would be suffering at the
hands of her former teacher. Naturally access to her body on a most regular
basis was extremely high on my list of demands, and would not be negotiable. I
was at last facing up to who I was, certainly not that creation, above reproach,
that lived in my private fantasies.
I was in the kitchen brewing some tea when Neelem entered and told me
that Kanan was still badly shaken, but had not suffered any serious physical
harm from my attack. Somehow this did not surprise me; that birdlike creature
was too tough and too swift for me to do anything of a serious nature to her.
That coupled with the lusts that still raged within me made her almost
impervious to the worst that I could do to her.
Perhaps my blind rage had not been so blind after all. Perhaps there was
another side of me that was very devious, possibly even more so than Kanan. The
attack on her person may have been only a ruse to frighten and make her even
more subservient to my needs and desires. I wanted to possess her totally, make
her my slave, just as so many men had done before me. I had to laugh to myself
when I recalled that her two roommates at the university also ranked highly in
the hierarchy of persons that dominated and controlled her every waking moment
for long periods of time. Now it was my turn and I would be merciless!
Neelem made her move, offering the shelter of her bed, and its occupant
as well. The latter part was only implied, but there nevertheless. Memories of
her big, hard nippled breasts being offered for whatever purpose I wanted
scrolled past my eyes along with reminders of how good it felt to have that
suctioning mouth hardening me so that I might enter her again, to completely
satisfy her so we both could sleep peacefully until morning when we might regain
our energy and resume what had been interrupted by sleep. Those were good times,
almost free of deceit and scheming. We lived in the present with no thought for
what tomorrow might hold for us.
I declined her generous offer with thanks, pleading that I was too upset
to even consider sleeping, but even that was a lie. I was patiently waiting for
a better offer from Kanan, and it came sooner than later. I had no recollection
of drifting off to sleep as I settled more comfortably into my chair by the
window. A vivid dream took center stage as I slumbered. Kanan and I were on a
beach composed of white sand so bright that sun glasses were a necessity rather
than a fashion statement. As we strolled towards an unoccupied area I became
conscious of Sayali walking between us, a few paces forward.
She was wearing a skimpy blue bikini bathing suit that hid little of her
buttocks which were criss crossed with deep welts that appeared to be freshly
created. Kanan and I exchanged smiles of satisfaction at the condition of
Sayali's bottom. "I want you to give her more of the same when we return to our
room. I must know who the father is." I suddenly realized that the teen was
heavy with child, perhaps in her final trimester. I remember deciding about a
week ago that I would refrain from having sex with her in the more conventional
manner, now concentrating exclusively on anal intercourse while Kanan looked on
with a smug smile on her face.
The prospect of having an opportunity to use the cane on Sayali's ass
rather than watch Kanan apply it until her arm had lost its strength excited me
tremendously. When I thought of sinking my hard penis into her tight asshole,
spreading those freshly welted ass cheeks to their limit and feeling the heat
from the beating still rising from them, I developed a tremendous erection that
I could not conceal. Kanan looked down at it and then smiled at me, nodding her
head in approval. The dream ended abruptly, but my erection remained as I
started from my sleep. I opened my eyes to see a naked Kanan, her bony hand on
my stiff cock and her finger to her lips urging my silence.
( To be continued)
