Taming Sayali

                                       Taming Sayali - Chapter 25

       Neelem and I took a nice cooling shower together before returning to our bed, leaving Sayali to wallow like some animal in her sodden pallet. Once we settled down and prepared for sleep I broke the news concerning the visitor that wanted to discuss certain issues having to do with her daughter. Neelem had no idea that anything such as this was in the offing, and expressed her unhappiness. My attempts to calm her only made things get worse. I had badly miscalculated her reaction to my move. There was no way that I could stop the shopkeeper from arriving promptly at 8AM tomorrow. When Neelem learned that he was arriving early the next day, she had a fit. Once again I had not thought of her attitude when it came to having any formal visitation. The house must be spotless, everything in place. How could she prepare on such impossibly short notice? What was she to do about concealing her daughter from this stranger's eyes? Neelem was on the verge of hysteria, and there was very little I could do to calm her fears.

       She arose from our bed and dressed. I could not believe that at this hour she would start to clean her house, but that is exactly what she did. There was no arguing with her on this matter. Realizing the situation  for what it was, there was nothing for me to do but try to get some sleep. Neelem roused me from a delightful dream featuring Sayali and myself.

       The teenager was naked with a big belly that could only mean she was carrying a child, or from the looks of it, perhaps twins. She was squeezing her bloated, black-nippled breasts and spraying the milk in my direction. For some reason my attention was focused on her pubic mound, now covered with a thick blanket of black hair. I recalled making love to her the night previously and upon withdrawing my spent cock, couldn't help but smile at the flecks of cum that dotted that jungle like growth. I wondered when she would be shaved, and the prospect of seeing her blood thickened cunt lips and fat clitoris that seemed to grow larger by the week, excited me to the point that I began to consider taking her as she lay there in all her pregnant glory.

       " I need you to help me move Sayali out of that room so I can clean it."

       There was no use arguing with Neelem on this matter. She had been working her fingers to the bone preparing the house and now the last obstacle was the small, fetid cell where I kept Sayali. For a few moments I had no idea where to keep the troublemaker. Then it struck me, of course, the pit! Sayali was astonished when Neelem and I entered the foul smelling room and began removing her bonds. Neelem ordered me to give the girl a shower and make sure she washed  thoroughly.

       This proved to be a major temptation that almost overwhelmed me. As I marched the teenager towards the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice her jiggling breasts and that fine bottom she possessed. Even the panorama of welts and cuts that covered her naked body, especially those tempting private parts and that still shapely ass were an incredible source of excitement. For a moment I thought of joining the impish girl in the shower and not just to make sure she cleaned herself properly. Somehow the temptation passed for the moment. I wondered if it would return when I watched carefully as Sayali's lithe body moved sinuously as she soaped her breasts and even tweaked her nipples as she did. I broke the spell by slapping her rump to make the teenager move faster.

       The little imp did her best to excite me, deliberately opening her cunt lips so she could insert her soapy fingers inside and grin at the look on my face. I was one step from entering the shower and doing things to her that I had just dreamed. Instead I reached in and turned the water to cold and slammed the shower door, imprisoning her briefly. She yelped and pounded on the door, not realizing that all she had to do was turn the faucet to hot and everything would be as before.

       The demon took control for a time and so I opened the door and yanked her wet, soapy body from the stall. She was caught off guard and fell to her knees. I reached down and got a handful of her wet hair and pulled Sayali to her feet. Now her heaving, glistening tits were mere inches from me and the temptation to grab them almost overcame me. Instead I shoved her back into the shower stall and warned her she had only five minutes to get clean and then she'd have to stand inspection from her mother. That last statement was patently false. However there was no way for her to know that.

       I sweat profusely in her presence, and it had nothing to do with the weather. She was toweling her hair and I got a good glimpse of her armpits that were growing a nice patch of thick, black hair. I made a

mental note to dry shave the areas, then had to shake myself. There was a chance that before the end of day, Sayali would have left the house for the school that my mentor, the shopkeeper, described. Once again I wrestled with my private demons to determine who would triumph, the winner gaining total control over the dusky teenager who was driving me to distraction with her mere presence. Fortunately for my sanity, Neelem made an unexpected entrance and took over the situation.

       Neelem needed my help in stripping the pallet upon which Sayali had sweat day and night for weeks on end. I replied that someone had to watch the girl while we were doing this, and who would that be? The poor woman appeared to be at the end of her rope. She had been laboring throughout the entire night while I slept, and was now at her limit of endurance. I decided to exert myself in order to let Neelem regain control of her faculties. There was still a bit more than three hours before our guest arrived, plenty of time for me to secure Sayali in the pit and give Neelem an opportunity to shower, make herself presentable and brew some tea for her visitor.

       The girl had picked up enough from our brief comments and harried activity, to know that something very important was about to occur. For once she used her brain and decided that cooperating was better than resisting. She presented no problem as I attached her by the wrists to the hoist and carefully lowered her into the pit, leaving her standing with her bound wrists still attached to the hoist. It would be many hours before the sun reached her location, and by then matters would have been concluded, one way or another. Secretly I was beginning to change my mind about letting the devilish girl/woman leave me. The sexual excitement she had generated in me while she showered and showed off her bare body, unfettered and so terribly tempting, had left me in a strange state between anxiety and near animal lust. I had yet to rid myself of these reactions.

       Somehow we managed to clean the room where Sayali was kept and hid the evidence of her stay. Neelem retreated into her bedroom with about an hour to spare and began her preparations to meet with my friend the shopkeeper. It was when she asked me his name that I realized almost everything, including his name was a mystery to me. This did not sit well with my lover and she let me know that in no uncertain terms. While she showered and dressed I was given the assignment of brewing tea, not a simple task, but made much easier by her instructions concerning the selection of the pouring kettle and the accompanying cups and place mats. He had gone out of his way to make sure that only he and Neelem woud speak about Sayali, thus I would not be present while they had tea and whatever Neelem had prepared to accompany it. Later, if they thought it necessary, I might be drawn into the conversation in a peripheral manner.

       Neelem made her grand entrance with only a few minutes to spare. She was dressed in an elaborate sari that I'd never seen previously. Her makeup was unlike anything I'd seen, accenting the strength of her features and softening the first intrusions of maturity. What astonished me the most was how she had cleverly disguised any evidence of her sleepless night and the tremendous expenditure of energy she had devoted to readying her home for the shopkeeper's visit.

       Precisely at eight o'clock an old fashioned limousine of German manufacture, operated by a liveried

driver, pulled up to the front of Neelem's home. We stood there, our mouths agape, as the chauffeur stepped from the vehicle and opened the passenger door to reveal my friend holding an elaborately carved wooden box in one hand. He was dressed in finery the likes of which I'd not yet seen in my stay in this exotic land. There was a sharp intake of breath from my companion as she too was fascinated by her visitor's garb. Had I not known that this had to be him, I might have thought I was witnessing the arrival of some potentate from one of the outlying states of this huge land.

       There came a precise knock on the door and we looked at each other. Neelem suddenly became nervous as it dawned on her that she had no idea what the man's name was. She looked toward me for some type of support on this issue, but my startled face gave her all the information she needed. Neelem sighed deeply, gave me a look filled with daggers and dismissed me with a shrug of her shoulders. I backed away in full retreat, another failure on my part causing even more pressure to be brought upon my her. At this rate it would be a very short meeting. I decided to check on the subject of their discussion, hoping that my lusts would not be rekindled by the sight of her dusky, naked body.

       Sayali was exactly where I had left her, there was no possible way she could have freed herself from the hoist short of magic. At first she ignored me, but her vanity soon got the best of her, and she began to strike erotic poses, glancing up at me to make sure I was watching. It did not take long for my blood to begin heating, as she moved from one erotic position to another, all the time moving her hips from side to side and actually in some cases making her firm breasts dance in rhythm to her movements. I retreated in disarray, once more the victim of her physical charms and that aura she developed whenever she was deliberately displaying her sexuality.

       I quickly recovered and anger took over rather than insecurity. I returned to the pit and gave Sayali a taste of what I could do to her, even at a distance. I operated the hoist so that the girl was first stretched to her limit and then left her feet, the soles dangling only a few scant inches from the earth. I made sure that there was no way she could release her body from the hoist and then went back to the house, leaving her to stew in the growing heat as the sun began to encroach on the garden. Passing the window of the room where Neelem and the shopkeeper were talking, I could not resist a quick glance at the two. Neelem was sipping her tea while he spoke, but I was not able to pick up anything of their conversation. Just as well, for I did not want to appear to be an eavesdropper.

       I paced the floor like an expectant father, waiting for the meeting between Neelem and my friend, the shopkeeper, to finally end, one way or another. Finally after nearly two hours they came out of the room smiling, a good sign. The shopkeeper, Mr. Shalimanya, at least that was the way Neelem introduced him to me, wanted to see Neelem's daughter before they reached any agreement on her future. I was a little apprehensive about exposing him to the imp's physical charms, but had no choice.

       We walked to the pit and they watched impassively as I raised the girl from the hole in the ground. I could see his eyes narrow as he caught sight of her bare breasts and the thick patch of pubic hair that guarded her bloated cunt lips and fat clit which were displayed most erotically. I could even make out a few glistening flecks of her internal juices reflecting the sunlight that fell upon her bare body. He circled Sayali carefully, even reaching out to pinch her flesh in certain areas.

       The first time he did that Neelem let out a gasp, but he ignored the outburst and continued to handle the teenager's body as if he was choosing a beast of burden for the fields. To my amazement Sayali began to become excited by his touches, her bare body undulating at each caress, her bosom heaving and her eyes growing wide. I glanced over to Neelem who was staring  fixedly at her daughter, gauging those rather overt reactions and factoring them into her final decision, at least that is what I assumed. To end his inspection Mr. Shalimanya placed his open palm on Sayali's belly and grabbed one of her haunches with his other hand and gave it a strong yank, bringing a yowl from the surprised girl and a brief smile from her mother. He released the girl from his grip and stepped back, nodding his head.

       " My chauffeur will take care of transporting your daughter to the car. Could I trouble you for a bit more of that marvelous tea? "

       So they had already reached an agreement, and like in any other transaction he had exercised his right to evaluate the property before accepting it. I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach at the prospect of Sayali being taken away from me. Wasn't this part of my master plan? Hadn't it worked out as I had hoped? Then why was I in this state? Who was I deceiving? I turned my back on the girl, still dangling from the hoist, and walked into the house fighting this urge to go back and fend off the chauffeur from performing his duty.

       There was a room located off on one wing of the large, rambling house that I had staked out as my private territory. It was a sparsely furnished place where I reflected on things needing my attention, making decisions and plans for the future that included at times Sayali, Neelem and Kanan, either separately or collectively. In my current state my thoughts were more honest, in truth most of my plans were more like schemes and they were strictly designed to help my cause, whatever it might be. That is what ultimately brought Mr. Shalimanya to Neelem's door and took Sayali away from me.

       I remained sitting in the tree shaded room quietly contemplating what had to be done next. My reverie was broken by the sound of the limousine coughing into life. Sayali was leaving me, and there was nothing I could do about it at the moment. Some time afterward Neelem came to the door, calling my name. Upon hearing my voice she entered and heaved a sigh. Her efforts had evidently borne fruit, her daughter had been spirited away to another place. There was so much I wanted to ask her concerning the meeting with my shopkeeper friend, but I held my tongue. It was obvious that Neelem had reached her limit and was about to return to her bed to rest. She put her finger to her lips and smiled before taking her leave.

                       ( To be continued - lex ludite )