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Taming Sayali - Chapter 29
The following morning my worst fears were confirmed. Kanan was unconscious and her naked body shivered mindlessly. She had been bitten many times by whatever had left those lumps on her yesterday. I berated myself for being so cavalier concerning her well-being. Was her condition as serious as it seemed? I returned to the house to get Neelem to assist me in freeing and carrying the skinny teacher back to the shelter of the house. We were unable to awaken her from the stupor into which she had fallen. Her skin was clammy and marked with uncounted small bites from the various insects and other crawling things that had feasted on her as she hung in the pit, unable to protect herself from their insistent assault. Her breathing was labored, not an encouraging sign.
We wrapped her body in a blanket and Neelem attempted to give her some water, but Kanan was unable or unwilling to swallow. We left the unconscious teacher on the floor in the room we were using to question and punish her, and waited. Twice I looked in at her and saw no change. Her breathing was still ragged, but had not deteriorated further, a somewhat encouraging sign. Neelem suggested a hot shower in hopes that this might bring her back to consciousness. I dismissed her idea, but it triggered one of my own that was even more outrageous.
I discovered that carrying Kanan was rather easy, another indication of just how thin this bird-like creature was, and how easy it would be to harm her significantly without half trying. This setback was a warning that great care had to be taken to avoid doing something to her that might prove permanently dibilitating or even fatal. We took Kanan to the bathroom where I ran a tub of cold water into which I dumped her body. Neelem was shocked at what I did. Her face grew pale and her eyes wide when I pushed Kanan's head beneath the surface and held her body down against the bottom of the tub. At first there was no response, and Neelem grew frantic. Just as I was on the verge of admitting my plan had failed, Kanan awoke and began struggling furiously to escape my grip and rise to the surface for air.
Something seemed to take over my actions. No sooner had Kanan gulped in enough air to fill her lungs, I submerged her and held that ebony-skinned bag of bones against the bottom of the tub until she began swallowing water. Only then did I release her so she could fight her way to the surface for more life-giving oxygen. The unequal struggle continued unabated until she passed out and remained submerged, her lungs filling with water. Neelem was terrified at my behavior, fearing for Kanan's life and the ramifications of my actions. Whatever held me in thrall finally released my mind from its clutches. I had nearly drown our guest in the bath tub, with no remorse. Even now as she coughed up torrents of water and shook like a leaf in a wind storm, I offered her no pity. Yes, I was happy to see her, but only so I could punish her further for interfering in my attempts to tame and bend Sayali to my own agenda.
I dragged her from the tub and down to the room she would occupy for many long weeks while we tortured her version of the truth from Kanan. I bound her as tightly as possible to her pallet, even going so far as to wrap a length of rope around her chest and drawing it so tight that she wheezed every time she tried to draw a deep breath. For some reason it became imperative to meet with the shopkeeper today on a number of topics such as how Sayali was coping with the monks, his opinion of how to deal with Kanan, short of killing her, devices and approaches that might prove extremely useful for controlling our guest, someone to install rings into Kanan's body, plus any information he might wish to share with me concerning his meeting with Neelem.
My lover was a bit taken aback when I announced my intention to visit the shopkeeper on a variety of issues. She was still worried that Kanan might suffer another seizure or relapse. To take her mind off this possibility I suggested that she amuse herself by removing some of Kanan's pubic hair in as painful a manner as she could devise, or perhaps see how far up our guest's birth canal she could get her hand. I warned her about becoming sympathetic to Kanan's pleas and forbade her from giving the teacher anything to eat or drink, making the joke that she already had drunk plenty of water for today. With those final words, I exited the house and started my journey to that mysterious shop run by Mr. Shalimanya.
For a change I had no difficulty in locating the shop and it was open as usual. Entering the dark, cluttered space piled high with treasures and junk, I wandered aimlessly until he found me, as expected. We exchanged pleasantries, then got down to business. For once he took the initiative, inquiring about Neelem and Kanan, but it seemed he was much more interested in the school teacher, which surprised me greatly. My reply that Neelem and I were doing our best to cope with our visitor brought a small smile to his face. When he inquired if I had yet had sex with Kanan since her arrival, I was taken completely by surprise. He laughed and didn't wait for my answer, my reaction probably having told him all he wished to know.
Now it was my turn to question him about Sayali and her situation. This too was not unexpected and he was quite voluble in his answer. Neelem's child had been accepted by the school and already was being trained by the monks, who he had to admit were a randy lot, not accustomed to having a nubile teenager under their discipline. I was stunned at what he revealed after he beckoned me to follow him to the rear of this cavernous store. We made a few turns and found ourselves in a dimly lit area with all the trappings of modern technology on display, not as goods, but as tools for his business enterprise.
From one of his machines hung a long scroll of paper that immediately caught his attention. He pulled it from the machine and read it quickly, his face breaking into a smile. Turning to me he said:
" It is from my school, Sayali has settled down somewhat after her first disciplining in front of the entire assembly of monks. Since she was naked as the day she was born and securely restrained, giving the members an excellent opportunity to examine her closely, they were all rather impressed at her physical gifts, but not her obedience. She will find sitting to be a rather painful activity for the next day or so, but it will be a good reminder that she is not dealing with people who have much sympathy for one who does not follow the rules. "
" The congregation has drawn lots to see who will sleep with her each night. Again she refused to comply with what had been decided and received a rather severe thrashing, once again naked. She will learn, of that you can be sure. Until further notice she will be trained while in restraints and without the benefit of any covering for her body. In case you are concerned about Sayali becoming thick with child, don't be concerned. There is something in the monks' food that prevents their sperm from being capable of fertilizing any woman's egg. "
These revelations shocked me to my core. Outraged that he would allow Sayali to be subjected to this type of treatment, I lost my composure and blurted out that I had not given him any permission to do what was being done to her at the monastery school. A small smile formed at the edges of his features as he agreed with what I had said, but then there was a short pause until he finished the sentence, stating that Neelem had given her permission, and he considered that sufficient. I had been soundly humiliated and my face grew hot with the embarrassment I had brought down on my own head. My companion patted my arm and assured me that my reaction was an honest one and he took no offense. He then added that photographs of Sayali being trained and disciplined would be forthcoming and delivered by his chauffeur to Neelem once they were available.
He led me from his "office" and we walked from one area to another as Mr. Shalimanya pointed out items that might prove useful in making our guest a bit more truthful. The one that captured my interest the most was what looked like some type of dental fixture. When inserted into the mouth and properly adjusted, it left the subject unable to speak in a coherent fashion, but allowed, if desired, other sounds to be articulated such as screams and the like. There were other configurations that put tremendous strain on the muscles of the face and the jaw itself. I was already imagining the effect this tool would have on Kanan. To my astonishment he offered it as a gift for allowing him the honor of meeting Neelem and offering his humble assistance in training her daughter.
Twice I made attempts at delving into the discussions that took place when he visited Neelem. Both times I was gently rebuffed, his explanation being that what they discussed was only between them and if Neelem was of a mind to allow me to know some of what had taken place, then it would be her decision, not his. When I brought up the matter of disciplining Kanan, his face darkened and grew hard. Based on what he now knew from Neelem, he was of the opinion that she needed substantial amounts of extremely firm discipline for a rather lengthy period, perhaps many months of steady chastisement and no show of weakness on the part of those performing it. There was much more to her than either Neelem or myself knew, and it would take some draconian treatment to make her reveal even some of her secrets. In his considered opinion she and Sayali should not be under the same roof for more than a few days at most. Then he dropped his bombshell and refused to amplify it further. Neelem was in more danger from Kanan than either Sayali or I!
His conversation about Kanan was a logical reason for me to broach the matter of having various rings embedded into the bony teacher's body as a means of degrading her further and demonstrating our power over her. The shopkeeper nodded his head in agreement when I finished. Without any prompting, he recommended an associate who had a shop nearby who would be delighted to have the business. He named a nominal sum for his fee, cautioning me that access to Kanan for a certain length of time after the rings were installed would completely settle the price for his services. That actually excited me and I inquired if I could witness Kanan behaving like a cheap whore in exchange for the agony he had just caused her. Mr. Shalimanya smiled and replied that this would be something between myself and the craftsman, but under no circumstances would any woman be allowed to witness or participate in the activity that would finish the arrangement.
On my way back I stopped in at the ringmaster's shop to discuss my needs and settle on a time for the installation. It was a bit more involved than my friend the shopkeeper had intimated; the installer demanded that one full day be set aside for Kanan to work off the remaining portion of the debt she had accrued. We haggled over that issue as well as when she would be made available. By the time we had an agreement, in his favor on both issues, the sun was already setting. So it was early evening by the time I returned to Neelem's house. It was dark, which surprised me and made my mind paint various pictures of what lay inside, all of them highly negative. I entered cautiously and quietly headed for the room where Kanan was being kept. Entering, I was astonished at what I saw.
Neelem, naked below the waist, was presenting her pubic mound to the fast tongue of Kanan! The school teacher was stretching her neck as much as possible to get her tongue deep into Neelem's cunt. I was amazed at the amount of juice that was dripping steadily from my lover's slit. They were so busy that I got to within a few feet of the pallet before Kanan became aware of my presence. Her eager, flickering tongue never paused as she stared at me. All I could remember were the words of the shopkeeper concerning Kanan's ability to dominate Neelem. It was very apparent that she had made the first move in my absence. She would pay dearly for this overture, and not tomorrow either.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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