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Taming Sayali
Chapter 18
Kanan's apartment was quite small and except for a ceiling fan there was no relief from the oppressive heat that drains the spirit during this time of the year. It had taken us nearly two hours to make our way via what passes for the city's transportation system. It meant being packed tightly into hot, humid buses that belched diesel smoke and other noxious fumes as they moved through the thousands of bicycles and the occasional automobile that seemed so out of place in this teaming metropolis. We were nearly exhausted and completely drained of body fluids by the time we climbed the stairs to her hot living quarters. It did not help that her place had been shut up for a day and a half.
There was only a common bathroom on each floor and it reeked of sweat and bodily wastes. The shower rarely ran at anything resembling adequate pressure and there always seemed to be a line waiting to use the primitive facility. We both eschewed the bathroom since it entailed waiting for perhaps twenty minutes for access, and minutes after entering, there would be a pounding on the door from the next user, eager to do his or her business. Instead we stripped to the skin and gave each other sponge baths using water from the sink in the kitchen that doubled as a sitting room and whatever else could not be satisfied by the area of the small bedroom.
Although we were both tired from the trek and still uncomfortable in the cruel heat and oppressive humidity that sapped out strength, we found ourselves in the bedroom on her narrow bed. My slave dutifully suctioned my cock into renewed life and then offered herself for whatever suited my pleasure. I entered her cunt with a brutal lunge and she absorbed my energy within that fragile looking body. I settled into a punishing rhythm, drilling her out with short powerful strokes interspersed with slow deep probes that made her gasp. Our previous couplings had taken their toll on my ability to ejaculate inside her moist, warm cunt that wrapped itself around my length and girth like a second skin.
Frustrated I withdrew and had her finish me off with her mouth and hand, alternating between the two techniques while I gazed at the ceiling fan slowly turning in an attempt to stir up the heavy air that seemed to weigh me down. When I finally came, a weak discharge of some rather watery fluid, she lapped it up as if it were ambrosia and then snuggled herself against my flank, saying nothing, which was just as well. I was not very happy about my present situation. Living in Neelem's home had spoiled me a great deal, which annoyed me. I had become soft, or was it all Kanan's fault for seducing me with her strange spells and that exotic combination of color, shape, texture and taste that made up her physical charm.
Having nothing better to do with my time I resolved to begin my interrogation of Kanan concerning all the stories she had told me of her life as a teenager. Her body grew tense when I began asking questions concerning her early relationship with her father. She held to her story despite my probing questions and attacks on some of the explanations she provided. I knew there was some weakness in the stories she had spun for me that day in the restaurant, so I continued. When she went down on my tired cock I knew there was something to my suspicions. I continued probing as she sucked and licked me to some semblance of hardness and suggested I take her asshole once more since she was beginning to enjoy it tremendously. I went along with this charade until she was on her belly holding her firm cheks apart so I could enter her back channel.
Kanan yelped and cried as my hand swatted her cheeks again and again, landing one sharp smarting blow after another in rapid succession. My sudden attack reduced her to tears in very short order and finally I relented. Had my trusty flogger been close by I would have taken the skin from her bottom even if it took all afternoon. I wasted no time telling her this and then demanded a complete and truthful accounting of her life with both brothers and the two girls she roomed with at the university. "Lie to me again and I'll beat you senseless and let the beggars have a go at you until you're awake and ready to be beaten to within an inch of your miserable life!" Kanan sobbed into the pillow and rubbed her bruised bottom, but soon she was telling me a story that was vastly different to the one I'd originally heard from her.
It seems that Ramu did not completely ignore his skinny flat chested sister once he became popular with the local ladies. She had conveniently forgotten to mention his passion for cricket, a strange game played by the British and most of the former members of the Empire, another example of the legacy left behind once the soldiers were expelled from these various countries. In Ramu's day the one-day cricket match had become very popular and on the weekends his team would always play at least one game. The first year that he made the eleven man team, they lost far more matches than they won. To incentivize his teammates he offered the services of Kanan to the team whenever they were victorious. She was no prize, but better than nothing at all.
Thus after every victory, and there were precious few that first season, the team would hold a celebration at one or the other's home, depending on which parents were away or were well known for their lack of interest in the goings-on of their sons. Access to any female was preferable to merely drinking the local beer and lying to each other about their many conquests of the town's eligible females or worse still, a cheating wife or a lonely divorcee, naturally all cut from whole cloth.
No one will take credit for naming Kanan, who became indentified only as the yoni, a Sanskrit symbol for the primary female sex organ. Nor would anyone own up to combining that with a popular expression that was derived from one of the American programs that was being rerun in India and had become wildly popular among the younger generation. So what they would do to Kanan became known as "socking the yoni", and sock it they would.
These rare celebrations often lasted through the night and the yoni would be socked over and over until she was too sore to accommodate her assailants. Often out of anger or frustration they would resort to other more brutal and humiliating things to do to her. It was at the second celebration that two of the more adventurous team members decided to use her anus when her cunt could not longer handle the traffic. Kanan bled for two days afterward. That also was the time at the same celebration that they had earlier forced her to drink so much beer that her stomach became so large that it appeared she was pregnant. Then they took turns viciously penetrating her as the force of their thrusting made her vomit the contents of her bloated belly all over herself and often whoever was raping her at the time. Often they would become angry and strike her in the face or worse still, between the legs.
The third and final victory of the season took place on a Saturday. This combined with the fact that it was the final match of the season made that third celebration the source of many wild stories, most of them being true in some parts. It was oppressively hot and humid that weekend. Cases of beer were stacked all over the home of Rafu, who hosted this wild orgy. Naturally the yoni was in attendance, stretched out on a large blanket, naked and available for any and all manner of activities that could be conjured up by the players.
Ramu has strongly hinted that it might be possible that the yoni could be with child after the celebration was over, since he had a medical friend tracking her body temperature and he had informed him that she had begun to ovulate, making her a prime candidate for a pregnancy. Add to this that besides the eleven team members, the three substitutes who rarely entered a match, and both the coach and field manager were also invited. The yoni would be asked to accommodate the needs of sixteen virile males for the better part of two days. Her own brother led off the assaualt, drilling her with ferocious strokes and swamping her with millions upon millions of blind swimmers who began the journey to her ovaries.
They were joined by untold hundreds of millions more as the night turned into day and then once more darkness fell. They socked it to the yoni with a fury that seemed not to have any bounds. Her cunt mouth was so swollen after the first night's activities that they had to use ice to reduce the swelling so that she could be entered once more. It is said that every man there had her a minimum of four times, with others claiming they had left as many as nine deposits inside her aching, bleeding, streched out, bloated cunt. Even when she passed out from the pain associated with being constantly raped for hours on end, they continued to slam their weapons deep into her fucked out trench, claiming that she was a much better fuck when she was senseless.
By late Sunday afternoon a few of the attendees took their leave, claiming they had to be at work early the next morning and they were almost exhausted between the weather and trying to adequately acquit themselves when it came to socking the yoni. During the early portion of the evening a few more drifted away to go home and sleep the sleep of the totally exhausted. That left Kanan alone with half a dozen hardcore survivors of this lengthy orgy. Her cunt was shut to all but the most powerful; by then no amount of ice could have any discernible effect on its ability to be penetrated. Only brute force could separate those blood bloated cunt lips and the swollen mucus membranes that had nearly been totally abraded away by the relentless pistoning of cock after cock in that hot, worn, semen-soaked tunnel.
Someone suggested that they drape her butalized body over a barrel that stood by the wall of the shed, and use her anus. Ramu was too drunk and tired to make a case for letting his sister rest before they resumed raping her. He said he remembered nothing more for many hours, and by the time he awoke the yoni was bleeding badly from the anus. Those remaining were using her rectum continuously even though they could no longer produce anything more than a watery fluid from their depleted testicles. The ones who finally finished their business, then took a turn at her mouth, forcing the yoni to clean her blood and fecal matter from their cocks until they glistened with her saliva. Failure to do a good job was cause for a beating, and from the looks of her back and buttocks they had been whipping her for hours with their belts or lengths of limber canes torn from a large bush growing in the courtyard they were occupying.
When Ramu took a closer look at his sister he grew frightened because there was a bloody foam coming from her mouth. He thought the worse, but the yoni had merely bitten her tongue a number of times in the throes of her agony as she was alternately sodomized and whipped over her entire exposed back side. There was a large pool of vomit and stale beer beneath her dangling head, forced from her by the terrible battering she had been absorbing for the past four or five hours. No one still engaged in her total destruction had a good idea just how long she had been over the barrel. Ramu shouted for the rapists to leave the yoni be so he could return her to her house before the parents realized what had transpired here. There was some drunken grumbling from one or two, but the others relented and thus the celebration of the final victory for that season ended. A month later Kanan missed her period.
Unfortunately for the young girl, her vagina was still not healed sufficiently to allow a procedure that would terminate her pregnancy. She had to suffer the torments of the damned for another two weeks before the same doctor friend of Ramu that had originally pronounced her to be very fertile, had an opportunity to take care of this embarrassing problem. The procedure was successful, but as a side effect, Kanan was rendered permanently sterile. This significantly depressed her for many months, but it certainly relieved Ramu of any future concern when the team gathered in triumph to sock the yoni for all they were worth.
The following year Kanan was fully recovered, which was very fortunate for her since the cricket team had a banner season, winning more often than they lost. It seemed at times that every weeked she was being escorted to someone's home and her vagina flooded by the hour with the rich semen of the team. If anything her body seemed to be even less developed, probably due to her surgery and the complications that followed. She weighed 43 kilos at the beginning of the season and lost another 5 during their long and very successful effort. They socked their yoni with enthusiasm, thinking her to possess some kind of magic charm that allowed them to triumph so often.
Toward the end of the season a new girl was added to give their lucky charm a bit of rest since for nearly two months they had been using her every weekend and on some occasions the celebration had spilled over into a goodly portion of the next day. In truth Kanan had been reduced to a mere stick figure by the steady assault she endured week after week. Some team members began to complain that it was becoming difficult to sock the yoni more than a few times during the celebrations that generally lasted at least half a day. A team substitute had a friend who knew a part time prostitute that agreed to entertain the team in exchange for some donations that they were receiving from their supporters. This meant a reduction in such treats as beer, but most thought it worth the cost. The new girl proved to be a great success. She was plump, had a great set of tits and knew some tricks that Kanan had never even known existed. Still the yoni was socked at least once by every team member at every celebration in order to keep her magic working. Once that season ended, Ramu lost interest in his sister, and gladly turned her over to his younger brother Kumar.
Kanan's confession had gotten me hard again and I put her to work, warning my slave that things would go badly for her if she brought me off too quickly. I lay back and listened to the sound of her mouth suctioning the head of my rock hard cock.I closed my eyes and imagined that I was at one of those celebrations, waiting to take a turn on her gaping asshole. I was standing perhaps a few feet from the barrel over which her sweaty naked body was draped. The one in front of me was using his belt on her ass, decidedly unhappy with her performance, his scarlet cock dangling between his legs, still dripping a mixture of his cum and whatever he had stirred up inside her asshole while he sodomized her. I was debating on moving to her head so she could suck me and keep my cock good and hard for when it plunged deep into that gaping asshole to make another deposit of sperm.
My little fantasy was disturbed by Kanan mounting my stiff, saliva coated cock and wiggling her body from side to side to get as much of it into her hot, wet cunt as she could. I opened my eyes and looked into her face which was almost expressionless. I attributed that to the fact that she was concentrating on making sure that my cock was properly seated within her cunt so that she could ride me smoothly and gradually bring me to the kind of climax I wanted. What she wanted was not important; she was beginning to understand that. I wondered just how far I could go in dominating this thin, intense bundle of mysteries and unknown desires. Her initial movements quickly put such thoughts from my mind and I closed my eyes to concentrate on deriving as much pleasure from her actions as I could under the circumstances.
The next morning I awoke to the sight of Kanan, wearing bra and panties, slipping into a dress. I was half asleep and unsure of why she was getting dressed. Kanan realized I was awake and she brushed her lips against mine, then said, "I must be at school for the morning session every day this week. I never got the chance to say anything to you about this; it wasn't important then." For a brief moment I was irritated at her behavior. What was I to do without her body to entertain me? I was unfamiliar with this area of the city and was without my bicycle as well. The thought of being cooped up in this smelly, hot room for any extended length of time was decided unpalatable to me.
That evil portion of my personality took over immediately and quickly prompted me to order her to remove her underwear so that she would be naked under her dress while she taught her class. Hopefully she'd be standing in the sunlight so that the more attentive students could see that their teacher was stark naked beneath her dress, just like the street whores who would use any place, private or public to do their business. She bit her lip in frustration as she realized my intentions.
Kanan stripped naked before she found out that she was expected to provide me with sex before she left for her job. I sat up and pointed to the floor before me. "On your knees, and put your hands behind your back and suck until I come in your mouth, no matter who long it takes." I could see the panicked look on her face as she started to worry about being late for her class. That was my real intention, for last night she had more than taken care of my lusts. Still I sat there and looked down at her mouth closing around my stiff cock. Her head began to bob up and down as she tried to get me off in record time, which was a big mistake.
I pulled free of her wet mouth and slapped her face, hard enough to hurt her, but not hard enough to leave any tell-tale sign that she had been abused. I wondered what kind of punishment to give her when she returned home. I'd have to be careful not to leave any welts and bruises on locations that might be seen by her pupils. Then again it might be even more fun to cause her this kind of discomfort, having to bear the scrutinizing eyes of her young ladies as they made their own determination of what caused those interesting marks that peeked from various places on her body whenever she moved. Even her dark skin could not adequately disguise the kind of marks that could be made in her flesh. That led me to consider visiting Neelem so that I could retrieve my toys to use on my new slave.
I tabled that decision as Kanan began to deep throat my cock, choking on her own saliva as my stiff length poked against the back of her gullet. I let her continue and become more and more worried as my cock remained rock hard but unwilling to give anything up to her suctioning mouth. She grunted and began to whimper when I cuffed her across the head, striking her twice before clapping my hands over her ears, which brought tears to her eyes. "That's enough! It's obvious you have more on your mind besides satisfying me. When you return from your work I will be waiting for you to properly apologize for your failure to obey me." Kanan scrambled to her feet and began pulling on her panties. I reached out and tore them from her hips.
"I said no underwear! How disrespectful can you get? It'll be the strap for you upon your return. Now think about that while you're teaching your young ladies, most of whom are probably already trying to become as big a whore as Sayali and her former teacher." Kanan was distraught,which was exactly the way I wanted her to be as she left for the school. However I had saved the best for last. Just as her hand touched the doorknob I innocently inquired about Harsha, putting a dagger between her shoulder blades as she sagged in abject defeat.
"When are we going to see your little friend with the big tits and that plump, rounded ass again? I can hardly wait to have her naked and on her knees beside you as I use the strap on you both when you're not sucking my cock dry." She burst into tears and fled from the stifling apartment. It was already too hot to go back to sleep and the bedding was soaked with sweat, semen and her cunt juices from last night, something in which I no longer cared to wallow.
( To be continued )
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