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Taming Sayali
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 22
Usually when the women had had their way with me the night before, so to speak, I wouldn't have sufficient energy upon arising to rape Sayali immediately. That's when she got the curry paste torture, one of my particular favorites. Her eyes would get big when I brought the pot of bubbling curry into the bedroom and sat down beside her. As always she would be stark naked, wrists and ankles tied to the corners of the narrow bed. The women had taken to dry shaving her armpits and pubic mound at least twice a week with a razor that was on the dull side. It was those inflamed areas that got the first touch of the fiery concoction. She'd buck and twist to no avail as her skin began to blister. This was nothing compared to what was to follow. I'd rub a liberal amount of it into her tits, making sure that her sore, scabby nipples received a plentiful amount as well. Then Sayali would get a few dabs to decorate her bloated, gash of a cunt mouth, making sure to rub some over her raw clit. Kanan loved to irritate that sensitive nubbin by rubbing it with rough burlap to keep it almost constantly swollen and hard. On occasion I'd place some between her toes and the insides of her thighs. Finally there would be a touch of the activating fluid, a witch's brew whose recipe was only known to a few of the ancient women of the family.
Sayali would start writhing in agony and struggling to escape her bonds. I'd sit there and enjoy her efforts, knowing full well that she would suffer the fires of hell, and yet know also that afterward I'd feed my cock, covered in a condom coated with the activated curry paste, into her raw, well-stretched cunt. Then she truly would know what it was to be in hell, burning forever for her allegiance to the demon that lived within her body. Sometimes I'd delay the inevitable by rubbing a dab of curry into each nostril and sit back to watch her face contort as she desperately attempted to snort the blistering compound from her nose. Unfortunately the gag muffling her screams also prevented Sayali from drawing the type of breath that she needed to force the curry from her flaring nostrils. I would mount her only after her struggles had exhausted Sayali to the point that she just lay on her back, her naked body shuddering from the fiery pain that seemed to be coming from almost every sensitive area she possessed.
There is nothing like a vigorous curry fuck to ruin a teen tramp’s day, and there were many that started off this way for this temptress. I was now beginning to allow Kanan to spend longer periods of time beating Sayali with the more damaging implements such as the cane, her favorite. I liked to relax by the bed; perhaps receiving a blowjob from Neelem as Kanan caned Sayali's bare body, concentrating as always on her plump firm tits and shaved vulva. She usually timed her most savage beatings to be just prior to one of the teen's weekly gangbangs.
This was another way of tormenting her. I felt that the girl was probably bi-sexual, with a leaning toward females. Allowing groups consisting of men and boys, some no older than she, to rape her by the hour not only left her sore and bruised, but it shamed her to a degree. This constant form of humiliation and mental torture, not to mention the wear and tear on her genitals, would ultimately break her will according to my theory on the matter.
The sight of Sayali's body covered with fresh deep welts and gashes, some still bleeding, always drove the men raping her into a frenzy of brutality. They would use these fresh marks as another justification to do their worst to the helpless girl, since obviously she was a disobedient creature who brought shame down upon her family and therefore should be punished severely. It would often get to the point that they'd free Sayali from her bonds so that as many as three men could be raping her at any given moment; one in each of her holes.
I'd seen her on all fours howling and gasping like an animal as the one beneath her thrust upwards to drive his thick tool deep into her aching cunt, while above her was another rapist, his monster prong splitting her tight asshole as he fucked her pile driver fashion. Then there would be perhaps two or three others fighting to get their cocks down her throat to gag her and make her vomit all over herself.
As time went by, I almost forgot that Sayali was made of flesh and blood. It was driven home to me one late afternoon when the girl had already spent time in the bathroom being dunked into a toilet filled with urine and feces that had collected there over the last two days. After she swallowed what seemed like every turd in the bowl, not to mention perhaps a quart or two of stale urine, she'd taken a three-quart enema of very hot concentrated tea that she held for nearly an hour while she licked and kissed Kanan's hairy muff and sucked her anus until it glistened. After voiding the enema into the unflushed toilet, she once more was dunked until she passed out and began filling her lungs with the foul mess in the bowl.
Another enema followed; this was a mixture of hot peppers and liquid detergent mixed with a solution of warm water and hydrogen peroxide. Prior to receiving this diabolical mixture, she was forced to drink Kanan's urine first. Then after she had taken the contents of the enema bag, her insides roiling and sending cramps through her sweaty soaked body, she was raped by Kanan using a strap-on dildo modeled after one of the Indian male porn stars. Kanan once told me of the infatuation she had for this stud, and how every night for months she would masturbate in her narrow bed, dreaming that he was mounting her skinny body and driving his enormous cock deep into her soaking wet cunt.
In this epic dream of mine, Neelem walked in to clean up after having a vigorous sex session with me. In this dream our couplings were not limited to just the night. Kanan suggested that she use Sayali to clean out her cunt and asshole, both of which I'd filled to capacity wrapped around an excellent session of cock sucking that had me as hard as steel. I followed Neelem inside to discover her squatting in the tub while lying beneath her; Sayali sucked my sperm from her dripping cunt and bubbling asshole. The stench from Sayali's enemas was such that I made Kanan flush the toilet. To punish her for making the bathroom almost uninhabitable, I made the skinny teacher kneel down and begin cleaning off my half-hard cock of everything that had accumulated while I was ass-fucking Neelem. I exchanged smiles with Neelem as we both enjoyed having our genitals licked and sucked to polished perfection by Sayali and Kanan.
By the time Kanan finished I had another massive erection. I'm sure she thought that I'd use it on her for her outstanding effort at licking my cock clean. Instead I waited until Neelem was satisfied with her daughter's effort, and then I made Sayali stand and bend at the waist over the tub so I could sodomize her. I beckoned to Kanan to join us, which she quickly did, feeding her pungent pussy into Sayali's mouth as I worked my cock in and out of her compliant asshole. I mentioned to Kanan that Sayali needed another special treatment to tighten her asshole, and she grinned happily as I thought she would. The tightening process was one of the best tortures they had come up with for the girl and she quailed in terror each time it was applied to her tender asshole.
I reached around, grabbed the teen's sore tits and yanked them from side to side as I raped her tender asshole. Just before I pumped a big load into her spasming colon, I leaned over and told her that I'd be working on her tits later on today. She began to blubber and shake as I dumped my sperm into her lower intestines. I punched the teen twice in the spine, forcing most of the air from her lungs and making her squeal in agony as she fought to regain her breath. I then pushed the impish teen to her knees and made her clean my cock off. Kanan added to Sayali’s agonies by using her fingernails to tear open the flesh covering her rib cage. As I left the bathroom I could hear Neelem and Kanan discussing what they had planned for Sayali that day. It sounded like they'd be keeping the slutty teen quite busy.
A couple of times during the long hot day I poked my head in to see what was going on. The first time they had Sayali hanging from her wrists in the back area. Her naked body was stretched to the breaking point by the large number of weights hanging from her ankles. Neelem was using a bundle of birching rods to flog the girl's front while Kanan was caning the teen's buttocks and the backs of her thighs.
Sayali was bleeding profusely from the cane and her tits were swollen and the skin bursting in spots as the birching rods ripped and tore at her unprotected flesh. I watched for a few moments and felt myself becoming erect as with each stroke of the cane or rods, flecks of blood flew from the area struck. I made a joke about the ladies leaving some skin on her body for me to flay, but that seemed to redouble their efforts to peel the teen's body like it was a grape as she labored for breath, twitching and twisting against the force of the weights pulling her body tight and the impact of each blow she received.
The second time was in the bathroom, a place where she was spending an inordinate amount of time today. Her bare body was crisscrossed with deep welts, gashes and bruises from the vicious beating they'd just finished giving her. Kanan announced with pride that they'd whipped her without stopping for over two hours under the blistering sun, one of them resting, the other laying the leather or bamboo to the helpless girl's bleeding body as she dangled, moving in and out of consciousness depending upon which part of her body was being whipped. I paid close attention to her battered breasts; I had some plans for those bouncy bags of titmeat once the ladies finished whatever they had planned for her here.
Sayali was in the tub, her belly bloated to a size that would have been considered extreme even for a heavily pregnant woman in her last few days before delivery. Unfortunately for Sayali, she was going to experience all the pain associated with giving birth, but none of the satisfaction. "Doctor" Neelem was already working her fist deep into the teen's battered twat and moving it from side to side as she slowly worked it up towards the teenager’s cervix.
As I watched and made my own plans for the sexy imp, Kanan stripped naked and climbed into the tub as well. She removed Sayali's gag and substituted her wet cunt. Sayali began sucking noisily on the teacher's dripping snatch as Neelem's fist marched further into the girl's sore and swollen cunt. I realized that Kanan must have used the cane on the teen's vulva for quite some time; probably alternating with one or two of the other favorite spots she enjoyed caning.
It was late in the afternoon before the women were done torturing Sayali to their satisfaction. Her stay in the bathroom was a very long one. Both ladies had alternated between fisting and forcing her to eat out their cunts and assholes. They had repeatedly forced her to vomit up the huge amounts of water and other nasty liquids that they forced into her belly until she could no longer breathe because of the terrible pressure her swollen stomach put on her lungs. Fortunately for Sayali, I intercepted the women as they were taking her out for another beating. Despite their pleadings I declared that it was now my turn to make the teen wish she had never been born.
The ladies smirked at my statement, informing me that they had done their worst to the girl for nearly the entire day and she still remained an unrepentant slut and whore. I replied that Sayali was actually an unrepentant pain slut and was feeding off everything that we did to her. Their eyes grew wide when I mused about what might happen to her attitude if she was disfigured to make her less attractive to the hordes of men who lined up two or three times a week to rape her in every hole. It was then that I made my declaration on this matter.
"Ladies, I intend to ruin her breasts to the point that she will look so hideous that her appearance will repel any man from even thinking about having sex with her."
Their response was not what I had expected. Neelem summed it up quite nicely, and all I could do was stand there with my mouth agape in astonishment.
" It's about time you came to your senses. I've been waiting and waiting for you to finally understand that sterner measures are necessary for that imp of the devil. If it were my decision, I would have had you lop off those tits months ago. I'd want you to use a dull knife to make the pain even worse as you slowly saw away at those fat tits and she gibbers and begs for mercy as gradually those sacs of fat separate from her chest and release a river of blood that can only be stemmed by using a red-hot flat iron to cauterize the wounds. That would be my job and I'd enjoy the stench of her flesh charring and her voice cracking from the shrill noises that we wring from her."
Then Kanan chimed in and begged me to allow her to cane the teen's fat breasts one last time. When I inquired what it was worth to her, she quickly replied that she would become my personal sex and pain slave for as long as I chose. I glanced over to Neelem who had a glint in her eye that told me she certainly wanted to be involved in training and using my new slave. I smiled in return and nodded my head to Kanan, who broke into a joyful smile that lit up her entire face. It was at that point that my wild epic of a dream abruptly ended leaving me awake and rather groggy.
( To be continued )
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