Taming Sayali

                               Taming Sayali

                                                   by

                                   Lex Ludite

                                Chapter 19

       I could not stand the odor, noise or heat of this oppressive little cubicle that Kanan called an apartment. I had to escape from the trap into which my ego had placed me. I berated myself for surrendering to my lusts, a weakness inherent to all men I suppose. Indeed Kanan's body had tempted me to well beyond my limit, but my intellect, something I prided myself in possessing, had failed me miserably. Now I must restore order to my life and regain the more comfortable circumstances I had before Kanan had intruded into my existence.

       Deciding that a walk would both clear my head and give me an opportunity to develop a plan that would allow me to return to the good graces of Neelem, and more importantly regain power over her nubile daughter, I left the hot apartment and joined the throngs moving through the streets of this great city. I felt as if I was a cork on a wave as the mobs of colorfully clad men and women seemed to force me to move in one direction then another without any conscious thought on my part. My thoughts started to focus on the issue before me and everything else disappeared.

       A strategy developed as I continued to let the crowds determine my movements. Today I would return to Neelem's home and confront her, putting much of the blame for my behavior on her lack of courage when it came to allowing me to deal with Sayali as I saw fit. I would allow that Kanan had sorely tempted me, but it was Neelem's coldness that had made it easy for her to seduce me. Then I would demand that Sayali be put under my complete control to once and forever determine her situation when it came to her tastes in men and women.

       I would suggest that Kanan still provided some valuable insight that neither of us had when it came to Sayali's life outside of Neelem's home. However this time Kanan would be treated quite differently since I now knew she was a congenital liar. I would solicit Neelem's assistance in bringing Kanan to heel, a master stroke, since that would imply that she and I were allies in not only the redemption of her daughter, but the rehabilitation of Sayali's teacher as well. I was already envisioning a naked Kanan being lowered into the pit to join an equally naked Sayali, both bearing the marks of the frequent beatings that Neelem and I administered to them, as we worked tirelessly to convert the two into people we could trust and bring into our lives once more. My darker side was also imagining the pleasures that lay in store for me as I enjoyed the bodies of this trio of conflicted females, singularly or in a group setting.

       It suddenly dawned on me that I was lost. How long I'd been moving aimlessly was a mystery to me.  Where was Kanan's apartment building? I could not remember either its general vicinity or address. I looked upon this as a good sign rather than a problem; subconsciously I wanted to break away from Kanan and return to my more comfortable life with Neelem and her daughter. If the plan I created worked properly, I would once more be in surroundings that suited me. If all else failed, I still could leave this city and return to my position at the university, a sadder but wiser one for it. It took a few minutes and some help from a few kind strangers to point me in the proper direction that would ultimately lead to Neelem's home.

       The trip back from whence I had come proved to be of much shorter duration since it was between rush hours, and quite uneventful. A little past noon I found mself standing in front of Neelem's home, feeling confident that she would accept my explanation for what had transpired yesterday and a more normal situation would once more be mine. As I approached the entryway, I could hear the sounds of Neelem and Sayali screaming at each other; a perfect opening for my return to favor. I knocked on the door and waited. The screaming and angry words between the two continued unabated. I knocked again, this time more forcefully. This time the noise from within declined significantly. Then without warning I was face to face with my former lover.

       "It's you, thank you, thank you for coming back. What a fool I've been! Please help me; she's too strong for me to control." To say that Neelem's words were unexpected would be the mother of all understatements. So much for my grand plans; I could taste my victory. Immediately I was confronted by Sayali, now clothed and carrying a small suitcase. I made short work of her attempt to escape her mother's home, putting her in a choke hold and squeezing until she went limp. It was over in a matter of a few minutes, and fortunately for me, that is as long as it took, for I was nearly exausted from struggling with the girl. I ordered Neelem to get some rope so I coud subdue her daughter before she regained consciousness. I took advantage of the time it took for her to return, tearing off Sayali's clothing including her flimsy bra and bikini panties which revealed her fat lipped cunt through the sheer material.

       Neelem's face broke into a knowing smile when she returned with a length of clothesline and discovered her naked daughter, legs splayed obscenely and still senseless. I flipped the girl onto her belly and swiftly tied her hands behind her back, knotting the rope so tightly that it nearly disappeared into her flesh. Sayali began to struggle and I moved back to let her thrash away. I looked at Neelem and arched my eyebrows. Her eyes gleamed with rage at her daughter's attempt to flee from her. Then she sighed and clucked to herself before speaking.

       "My daughter is possessed by demons, nothing else can explain her behavior. What can I do?"

       I bided my time before answering her. "I didn't come here to get involved in what should be a matter between you and her. I came for my possessions, nothing more."

       Part of me winced at this exercise of hypocrisy, but was almost instantly overwhelmed by the darker side that had been held in check for much too long. I continued to lay the trap that would ensnare both Neelem and her fractious daughter; this time there would be no mistakes, no outbursts of emotion, if need be, no Kanan either. The timing of my arrival could not have been more fortuitous. Without my support, Sayali would have been gone, escaping to a better or worse situation, who could tell? It was then that Neelem capitulated, offering her home and herself if I would remain and tame Sayali. I quickly countered by noting that I had strong feelings for Kanan and did not want to estrange our budding relationship.

       "She can come to my home and be my guest on occasion, but this is not to be a permanent arrangement; I cannot tolerate such a situation."

       I nodded in agreement, being careful not to express my glee in having, to a degree, included Kanan into this bargain. I was fairly well convinced that Kanan was not what she would like me to think. I was determined to get to the bottom of her agenda, and then make a decision on whether or not we two had any type of future. Now I wanted to reestablish my primacy over the girl, so I told Neelem that I intended to thrash Sayali to within an inch of her life and restore her to the pit afterward so she could contemplate what else awaited her in the coming days and nights. I knew I was in command once more when Neelem meekly asked if she could witness the discipline I gave Sayali. I smiled and granted her request with th econdition that she be prepared to share her bed with me this evening so we could renew the physical side of out relationship. Her face glowed and I could see a sigh of relief pass through her body.

       With Neelem's help we carried the struggling teen into the bedroom that she had just vacated and secured her to the bed, face up with her wrists tied together and anchored to the headboard, while her ankles were tied to the corners, to spread her thighs and give me easy access to her pubic mound and that fat lipped cunt. Neelem volunteered a pair of her panties that had been aging for a few days in the hamper. I finished the job by taping the girl's mouth to secure the gag. I then rummaged through my belongings and came up with the various items that I had purchased on my trips to that mysterious shop. Sayali's eyes followed as I laid out the implements and containers on the table beside the bed. It made quite an impressive collection, one that brought a few gasps from Neelem, who had not seen my latest purchases.

       I was filled with nervous energy at the prospect of beginning the taming of Sayali the way my dark side wished it to be. She would be beaten senseless, revived and beaten senseless once again. I knew from the previous times that I had whipped her bare body, that she was much tougher than your average young girl. I could not help but think of Kanan with her skeleton-like body and contrast her ability to absorb pain, based on the stories she told me, and this one. I would find a way to squeeze the truth from the dark skinned teacher once I had bent Sayali to my will. For a brief moment my mind presented a picture of Sayali and Kanan, naked, matched head to crotch as I whipped their naked bodes savagely and listened to the sounds of their tongues lapping up the salty-sweet fluids that oozed from their lust swollen slits.

       The little shiny clamps caught my eye and soon Sayali's nipples were decorated with two of them, with a third attached to her clitoris. I was very careful to only give each one turn, remembering the caution I had received from the shop owner. Sayali had tensed when I placed them on her body, but soon relaxed when she realized that there was very little pain involved in the process. Next I opened one of the small canisters and shook a tiny amount of a yellowish powder onto Sayali's navel, making sure to fill that little receptacle fully and spread the remaining material in a crude circle centered around the main portion. From what I remembered about this particular substance, once it began reacting with the sweat from the girl's body it would begin to change into something with the bite of a scorpion to it.

       Sayali's eyes popped when without any warning I picked up the bejeweled whip with the mysterious metal tips and laid the first lash down the length of her fat lipped trench, splattering little droplets of blood as the tips ate into that sensitive flesh. I heard Neelem gasp in surprise and then make some kind of coughing laugh as the second and third blows finished turning that slit of Sayali's into a lacerated channel of agony. Her entire body seemed to rise from the bed, her plump pudenda in the forefront as she attempted to levitate herself and be free of the unbelievable pain that I had just caused.

       I let her catch her breath before shifting my attack to her armpits. The whip bit into the soft meat, chewing away the flesh in tiny fragments as she writhed and fought to escape the bonds that held her fast. I decided to vary the pain she was receiving, replacing the whip with a set of long needles. I placed the tip of the first one against the bleeding flesh of her lacerated armpit and stared into her wide eyes.

       "I just know you'll wish that you had never disobeyed me or your mother after you are introduced to a few of these needles." She struggled madly upon hearing my words, but it did no good as I slowly pressed the needle into her armpit and felt it penetrate and begin to make its way deeper, touching off a cluster of pain centers as it moved further, passing through some muscle and possibly a tendon as well. I knew very little about anatomy, but assumed that there were no major arteries in the needle's path. I sank it over three inches deep into her sensitive armpit and she nearly ruptured herself trying to esape the unending pain. Now I started to rock the needle from side to side and her eyes seemed ready to pop from their sockets. Then I stepped away, leaving the needle embedded into her flesh, available for any further torment that I might wish to visit on that area of her body.

       The next needle went into Sayali's other armpit and it produced the same type of reaction as the previous one. This time I moved the needle much more slowly and made sure to rock it back and forth more frequently as it sank deeper and deeper into that very sensitive flesh. Tears flooded her cheeks as the pain radiated throughout her body. Then a new torment came into focus. I had almost forgotten about the powder that filled her navel, but now it had made its presence known. I watched as Sayali's body undulated and thrashed against her bonds as the powder transformed into something terrible. I remember the shop keeper's statement that the scorpion would have a fiery barb, which explained the effect it was now having on the teen. She was frantically trying to hit her head against the bed in hopes of knocking herself senseless to end the growing agony that was enveloping her navel and the surroundng area. I glanced over at Neelem and was pleased to see her eyes glittering and her hands closed into fists as she watched her disobedient daughter suffer for her evil ways. I looked forward to enjoying Neelem's body with its pent up energy that was just beginning to find some type of release.

       There was no use attempting to rationalize what I was doing to this girl who lay before me, her naked body open to anything that I could imagine to do to it that would cause her pain. Tonight I would celebrate my victory over this teasing spirit that occupied her lust inducing shape. Soon I would let my passions, no, lusts take control completely and I would rut like an animal between those tapering thighs as my hard length of gristle punished her sex, bending her to my will. This time I would not lose control when I punished her physically, for there would be a new element added to the mix. Sayali would know what it meant to be totally humiliated, no completely degraded, before her mother, her teacher, Kanan, her peer, Harsha, and of course her tutor. Perhaps it would make sense for all those I mentioned to play some type of role in her utter debasement.

       For a moment I thought beyond my narrow vista. I had a vision of a pregnant Sayali, belly filled with child, perhaps entering her final trimester, not realizing that she would give birth much the same way as her ancestors, without the benefit of modern anesthetics. She was on her back, wrists tied, her legs splayed obscenely to reveal her smooth hairless slit,  the lips swollen  and crimson from another lengthy session with an endless line of eager young men, each determined to make her grunt with pleasure as they battered her insides and flooded her well stretched channel with their sperm. Seated beside her was Neelem, smiling benevolently down on her daughter, wiping Sayali's brow on occasion as her body was pounded mercilessly by still another long sword. Then I located Kanan, a huge dildo strapped to her loins, waiting her turn just behind the one now having his way with the bound teenager. The skinny, dark, avenging demon was nervously licking her narrow lips and adjusting the long thick length of hard, black rubber that would soon be boring deep into Sayali's sperm laden canal.

       Returning to reality, it was time to see the effect of a single extra turn on the clamp squeezing down on Sayali's left nipple. Her dark eyes followed me as I leaned forward and carefully made an adjustment to the silvery clamp. Her head jerked down as if trying to capture the clamp and yank it free of her suffering nubbin of sensitive flesh. The shop keeper's caution had been verified; these little demon-teethed, metal leeches were as claimed. This gave me something to look forward to in the morning after I enjoyed the charms of Sayali's eager mother before drifting off to what I hoped would be pleasant dreams.

       Although the thought of Neelem's well fleshed naked body was most enticing, there were a few things left for me to do to this disobedient free spirit that lay before me. In the interests of symmetry I gave the clamp on Sayali's other nipple a full turn to match its neighbor. The result was as before; the pain was so great that Sayali completely forgot she was restrained in her futile attempt to relieve the wave of pain that radiated from her tortured nipple.

       To take her focus away from the pain associated with the clamps on her nipples, I gave her firm, rounded breasts their first taste of the bejeweled whip with results that were most astonishing. The teen's body arched in a bow of agony as tiny rivulets of blood burst through the skin as a result of the fiendish metallic tips of the whip strands. Her full breasts had only taken two lashes apiece, but the damage appeared to be massive, an illusion I discovered the following morning when those beauties appeared almost unmarked after only a fraction of a day to recover.

       There remained one more item on my agenda for this brief session. Sayali's eyes followed my hand as it moved across the array of implements laid out for my use. I could not resist teasing her, first picking up the flogger and slamming it down on the palm of my hand a number of times as she watched. I carried the charade a step further by placing the beaver tail on the slit flanked by her cunt lips, causing her entire body to tense in preparation for the blow that was sure to follow. I picked up the leather covered implement and acted as if sighting it so as to land squarely on that trench that bore the marks of the whip used on her previously.

She exhaled in relief when I put the flogger down.

       Quickly I took up that snake-like, single strand whip, which was more like a limber club. Wasting no effort in tormenting her further, I smashed it down, neatly splitting her cunt lips apart so that it could bite into the entrance to her cunt. It landed with a satisfyingly explosive sound, and she lifted nearly her entire body from the bed as the pain from the whip crashed through her as if she was struck by lightning. It  took all my self discipline to prevent my arm from bringing the whip down on her cunt a second time. I shook my head and saw that she was finished for this session. I turned to Neelem, who showed no sign of compassion for her wayward daughter,and suggested we go to the bedroom and renew what we once had, leaving the teen to ponder what lay in store for her on the morrow.

                               ( To be continued )