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Taming Sayali
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 21
What was it that created the situation in which I found myself? First there was the story of serial abuse as told by Kanan, and now this confession from Neelem that was equally difficult to believe. What would I hear next from the school teacher if I had her bound spread eagle to a bed, stark naked of course, her vulva and crepe-like breasts so utterly vulnerable to the cane I was about to use on her body in order to get the truth from her? How would I know that what she said was true? Then there was the nexus of Sayali, Neelem's daughter and the cause of the present situation. What was her preference when it came to a sexual partner, male, female or both?
It was then that I had the idea to break this conundrum. If both women were speaking the truth they might not react unfavorably if Sayali, the source of all the conflict between us, underwent some of the ordeals that both claimed to have experienced. I still remembered the scene at the pit when they were taking turns thrashing her naked body as she hung by her wrists barely conscious. I wonder how far they might have gone had I not put in an appearance when I did? I remember how sexually excited both got when they witnessed or heard the beatings that I gave the teenager. Were they jealous of this young wanton who seemed to be able to control rather than be controlled by men? Did they think perhaps that she was gaining control over me? If so I was about to get rid of that impression. From now on I was going to be in charge completely, and anyone who challenged me, did so at her own risk.
There still remained the matter of Neelem's story, not yet concluded to my satisfaction. I was curious to her reaction to being accosted by a female. Perhaps this was why she was so upset at her daughter's seeming preference in sex partners. Could it be that lurking deep within her were the seeds that might come to fruitation one day in a lesbian relationship? The thought was an intriguing one, especially when I factored my mysterious school teacher lover into the equation. There could be no doubt that she had experienced such a relationship while she was at the university. The only real issue was whether it was she or her roommates that initiated the relationship that appeared to have lasted for a number of years. The more I thought about the situation the more I began to wonder if indeed it was Kanan who had seduced her rather unsophisicated fellow students. If so, then it was reasonable to also conclude that her personality contained some measure of submissiveness. If true, she was even more vulnerable than I had first assumed. Although everything to date was mere speculation, I felt confident that enough was true to allow me to finally gain total primacy over all three of these females, a situation that could only have been some type of fevered vision prior to this latest revelation.
I was determined to find out more from Neelem concerning her female visitor, and so I began to massage her breasts and kiss her throat to regain the mood. It took some minutes but finally she began to recount what occurred that evening. Her captors had tied her wrists together and anchored them securely to a peg driven into the wall above the narrow bed. Her legs were spread and roped by the ankles to the legs of the bed. Thus the front portion of her welted body was accessible to her visitor and the woman or girl made the most of this advantage.
The lips moved to her armpits and then were replaced by a flickering tongue that teased the sweat soaked patch of thick curly hair growing there. Despite her fear and the terrible pain she was still experiencing from the brutal raping and beatings she had undergone, she began to relax and even enjoy the slow caress of this delicate tongue that moved over the pebbled flesh of her armpit before taking a path that led to her breast, swollen and still bleeding in spots from the vicious caning she received after they were done raping her for the night. She was amazed at how she responded to the gentle suction of this mysterious visitor's lips and mouth on her nipple that quickly hardened. Then the female moved to each bleeding wound and gently kissed and licked up the blood issuing from the area. When she moved to Neelem's other breast the nipple had already become rock hard in anticipation of the gentle cleansing that welted, bleeding mound of flesh was to receive.
By now Neelem was eager for a continuation of what had taken place so far, and she was not disappointed. Whoever it was seemed to know with unerring accuracy just where that tongue, lips and mouth could do the most when it came to stimulating its willing captive. Neelem found herself moaning and thrashing against the bonds that held her down to the bed, so eager was she for more of this delicious torment. Now the female's fingers entered the lists and after a few gentle caresses she overcame the last bit of resistance that existed in Neelem's being. It took many long teasing minutes before the invading army was at the gates, in this case the teenager's swollen, sore vulva, covered by deep gashes and raise welts from the ferocious caning she had received after the men were finished defiling her until the next morning when it would begin once more.
There was a part of Neelem that found it nearly impossible to believe that she was becoming excited by this assault on her sex. That tongue was now slipping up and down between the teen's bloated cunt lips, teasing her to her limits and then beyond as it searched out all those places that only Neelem thought she knew. Despite her exhaustion and the pain of the brutal beatings and rapes that had occurred this night, she found a new source of strength that helped her achieve something she had never experieced, namely an orgasm. It was a collision of epic forces that made her head spin. For a few brief moments there was no pain in her existence, no gashes, no cuts, no welts, no soreness, no aches, all overwhelmed by this new and omnipotent force.
Neelem's tale ended at that point. Despite my encouragement for her to continue, she refused, saying that what happened was an isolated event. To make sure that I would leave the matter be, she began to seduce me, offering her melon-lke breasts to fondle and suck while her practiced hand found my semi-hard cock and enticed it to its full vigor. Then she whispered that perhaps I might like a chance to enter her from the rear, something she knew I thoroughly enjoyed. In my present state I quickly took advantage of her offer and soon I was working my cock slowly and carefully into her hot bottom hole as she groaned and pushed back to assist my entry. It took some time to get into a comfortable rhythm but once that was accomplished everything went as it should and at long last I spurted deep inside her tight channel as she moaned and hissed. I was overwhelmed with fatigue upon finishing the deed and drifted off to sleep once my wilting cock had been expelled from that hot, constricting hole.
I awoke in darkness, the strange dream that seemed to last an eternity now slowly dissolving from my memory. In my entire life I had never had such an experience, at least not one that was as vivid or lengthy as this one. There was no doubt in my mind of what had fostered this detailed fantasy. The back and forth four-way battle between the two women, myself and Sayali had blossomed into a fantastic dream featuring each of us playing an exaggerated role. Closing my eyes to the darkness, I tried my best to recreate the details of this astounding dream.
It began when I walked into the bathroom to the sight of Sayali on her knees, hands tied tightly behind her back and the marks of a fresh whipping on her naked body. Her head was submerged beneath the toilet bowl's filth-laden, bubbling surface. An equally naked Kanan had a firm grip on the teen's hair and easily held her under despite her struggles. The numerous beatings, rapings and torturing combined with lengthy periods of forced starvation and days on end without a taste of water had taken a terrible toll on her strength. This is why it was so easy for her captor to essentially drown her in human waste. I fished my flaccid prong from my trousers and added to the teen's misery by pissing directly into her face, aiming for her eyes, once Kanan brought her head above the surface so she could grab a quick gulp of air before being once again shoved under the bubbling, reeking mess filling the porcelain bowl.
Although Neelem and myself had just finished a lengthy coupling in the bedroom that had left me limp, the sight of Sayali being tormented by a naked Kanan aroused me rapidly. Soon I was adding my contribution to Sayali's misery as my hard cock began to worm its way into her anus while Kanan continued to dunk the girl in and out of the bowl. Now I was pounding away inside her roiling colon, enjoying the way her asshole convulsed and clamped down on my stiff length of hard gristle. The pressure was different depending on whether she was struggling to avoid ingesting the liquid and solid filth hissing and swirling in the toilet, or desperately capturing a quick breath of air before another submersion.
Kanan kept dunking Sayali, making the girl's stay in the bubbling filth longer and longer each time her head was immersed and reducing the opportunity for air to a few brief seconds. Finally she succeeded in making the girl begin to swallow the contents of that filthy toilet bowl. I became aware of this new stage in her punishment as her tight cunt tried to get a death grip on my cock that still was able to move in and out of her spasmodic anus. The naked school teacher was in her glory as her former pupil began to strangle in the wastes surrounding her struggling body. I added to her agony by increasing both the speed and force with which I plumbed her spasming rectum.
The girl's struggles began to weaken and then she went limp and her clutching anal passageway loosened its grip, allowing me to go even deeper. Had I not regained my senses Sayali might have drown in that sea of filth, depriving us of further opportunities to make this imp from hell suffer the torments of the damned. Removing Kanan's hand from Sayali's hair took all of my strength, so great was her hatred for this teen temptress. It was only after Sayali was coughing her lungs out to free herself of the filth she had ingested that I looked down to discover that my hard cock was coated with blood as a result of the brutal pounding I'd given her. Evidently Kanan was not the only one in this household who was inspired to great hatred by this teenager.
The ebony-skinned teacher must have noticed the condition of my cock, the pressure still not relieved and now covered with Sayali's blood. She squatted before me in that subservient position that she knew always excited me, and began washing the blood from my hard prong with her snake-like tongue, swirling it around the head and then lapping the length before returning to swallow it whole. I looked down at her bare body, arms crossed at the wrists behind her neck, and thighs obscenely parted to show that hairy jungle guarding her cunt that seemed always to be lubricating in preparation for an entry by my stiff organ. Refusing to be tempted by her body and the swift tongue teasing my rock hard cock, I began thrusting my groin to choke her with my meat. She had learned somehow to avoid the gag reflex and continued to bring me closer and closer to release. It appeared that this time Kanan would be victorious. Moments later I capitulated and flooded her mouth with my boiling seed that she captured and swished around for perhaps a minute before gulping it down and smacking her lips. From the corner of my eye I caught Sayali staring at what had just occurred. For a brief moment I wondered what was going through her mind.
These days we developed a division of labor that was satisfactory for all concerned with the exception of Sayali who was beaten, raped and tormented in various and sundry ways each and every day of her increasingly miserable existence. Secretly we were probably all hoping that her fortitude would continue to be strong so this delightful period in our lives might be extended indefinitely. Neelem and Kanan spend most of their time with Sayali, beating and torturing the girl. I have almost ceased to be amazed at the methods they devise to cause the troublemaker pain and humiliation. I have begun to believe that Neelem has at last managed to separate herself from Sayali as her child, or at a minimum is now attempting to protect her position with me from her daughter's inroads.
My life has become a simple one under this new division of labor, sexually satisfying Neelem and Kanan as I see fit and brutally taking Sayali every time I am so tempted. In my mind this is not rape, rather it is the penalty for being what she is, a shameless, incorrigible, willful servant of the demon that dwells with her. I have foresaken all the tools and tricks that the shopkeeper had shown and discussed with me. It is now force that I use in an attempt to tame Sayali; it is too early to tell how successful it will be but I enjoy the challenge she presents.
In this dream world of my own making, I take her many times during the day, and yet still have enough energy to meet my obligations to the women. There is no difficulty on my part to becoming erect so that my hard cock, now the weapon of choice for me, is quickly ready to do as much damage to the girl's insides as is humanly possible. I have foresworn the use of any protection except in special circumstances, confident that this devil's dwelling has no power over me. In the beginning Neelem had expressed her concern that perhaps I might contract some type of disease or curse that could be transmitted from myself to them. However with the passage of time, how much is impossible to gauge in the kingdom of the dream, there has been no hint that my continued sexual congress with the girl has caused any harm to me or the women.
In this bizarre world I usually begin the day by covering her, pounding her stiff body with a great deal of energy, the result of a good night's sleep, a strange concept in this world of dreams. Kanan makes it a point to service my weapon to its full size and firmness with her knowing mouth. Her reward for this assistance is to witness the furious attack I launch on the helpless Sayali, naked and securely restrained, her raw cunt or perpetually distended anus available for anything I wish to do within it. After I've vented myself totally, Kanan licks my cock clean of anything that might have collected from Sayali's insides and then takes her first turn of the day at tormenting the teenager. Quite often Neelem will make an appearance once I am finished and join with the school teacher to take out her anger as well on the totally vulnerable Sayali.
In the evenings I sleep with both women in our big bed. If I am too spent from my day's activities they will enjoy each other, making sure that I witness what is happening. Sometimes that is sufficient for me to enter the game and they take full advantage of the situation. I will be drained slowly and with great care, my cock licked and sucked to bring me to the verge and then kept there as I nurse one of Neelem's melon shaped breasts or enjoy a taste of the hairy gash of Kanan that never ceases to ooze a salty liquid that is almost addictive. Often they will have me ejaculate more than once, Neelem slowly stroking my stiff cock into Kanan's suctioning mouth, and when I spend, taking turns licking the sperm I deliver from my heaving belly and groin. Times like that always mean that Sayali will suffer the torments of the damned from me the next morning.
( To be continued )
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