Taming Sayali

                                Taming Sayali - Chapter 30

       I had been away less than half a day and Kanan had already made some inroads in my relationship with Neelem. How else was I to respond to what I was seeing? The two women seemed to be so engrossed in what they were doing, that my presence wasn't even acknowledged by Neelem. Rather than make a scene in front of our guest-prisoner, it was better to exit and wait until Neelem came to her senses or had her fill of that snake-like tongue that even now was burrowing deeper into her secret places. I nodded at Kanan and showed her my clenched fist, but she acted as if she hadn't seen my threat.

       Eating was out of the question for a variety of reasons, so I made a cup of tea and sat there in the room that overlooked the back garden area, now wreathed in darkness. Today had been full of revelations, most of them threats to my plans to tame Sayali and have Kanan and Neelem under my control as well. It was irritating to be told by a person, who until a few days ago had no connection to Neelem, that Sayali was in the hands of a group of less than honorable men masquerading as holy monks. It was disheartening to realize that as I sat here drinking my tea, the well built teenager was probably having sex with one or more of these crazed believers in god knows what. To make matters worse, Neelem had given herself up to the wiles of Kanan, and who knows what this might bring upon us all in the future?

       I could not bear to have Sayali returned to her mother, who in her absence had become a slave of the ebony-skinned teacher. My mind was turning over and the visions that were created were demoralizing. I could see Sayali frantically licking Kanan's pubes as Neelem worked a large dildo into the teen's rectum and moved it side to side, stretching her insides so they could accommodate even larger objects that would be used to totally break her spirit. For the briefest of moments there was this maniacal urge to rush to the room now occupied by the two women and attack Kanan with my fists and turn her face into pulp.

       A few minutes later my nostrils were filled with the scent of sex juices, and then Neelem approached me, still half naked. She leaned forward and fed me her tongue, a very surprising move. Her nakedness and scent instantly excited me and all thoughts of doing harm to Kanan were quickly swept from my mind. She suggested we shower before making love, only she used much cruder language that was not her custom.

       " You deserve a good spanking for disobeying me. Didn't I say she was not to have anything to eat or drink, and what do I find but you offering her your cunt to eat and your juices to quench her thirst. What am I to make of this? "

       Neelem shrugged and replied that she fell victim to Kanan's charms when I failed to return. She chided me for acting like a young boy when I saw the two of them enjoying themselves. It meant nothing to her except a way to pass the time while I was away doing whatever I wanted to do without any concern that my absence might have made her worry over my well-being. Neelem's sharp tongue scored again and again, and finally in self defense, I pinched her bottom, bring a yelp from her. The shower was soothing and put me in the mood for a session with Neelem. While I washed out her dripping cunt with a soapy cloth, she did the same to my hardening cock that was fully erect by the time she pronounced it clean enough to be used inside her. We kissed passionately and I could feel her hard-nippled tits rubbing shamelessly against my chest.

       After toweling off, we walked naked into the room where Kanan lay bound tightly to the pallet. Neelem carried the panties she had worn this afternoon, and handed them over so I could gag the teacher. She put up a struggle that angered me. Two brutal punches to Kanan's chest, between those flat tits, made her face go white and her breath turn to wheezes. She offered no resistance as I stuffed Neelem's panties into her mouth and made our guest choke. I'd forgotten to bring tape and so while I waited and tormented Kanan, my companion retrieved the tape.

       I was yanking Kanan's nipples and twisting them until tears flowed from her eyes. Neelem gasped at the cruel way I was handling the schoolteacher's tits. She became silent when I told her there were much more painful things to be done to Kanan once we enjoyed each other's body to its limits. If I were still able, I'd visit our guest and make her pay dearly for seducing Neelem earlier this evening. With that threat now made for the benefit of our guest, we departed, leaving Kanan in darkness, but at least free from the insects and other creatures that had dined on her naked body for the past two nights.

       Neelem put her mind to keeping me well satisfied, and succeeded. She sucked me and played with my balls, fondling them as she worked her mouth up and down the length of my stiff prong. She gave me little opportunity to reciprocate, moving from one part of me to another, her tongue never at rest. Nature took its course and I filled her warm, wet mouth with a load of  boiling sperm that challenged her ability to handle such a large amount. Somehow she got it under control and noisily dispatched my cum.

       She attacked again, using her skilled hands and years of experience to once more get me in the mood. This time she had me tunnel between her big breasts, while she licked the head every time it popped up between those surprisingly firm tits. Then she mounted my prone body and slipped my hard length into her soaking wet cunt. She rode me at a steady pace making sure that I never flagged. On occasion she would lean forward to let me suckle her tits or suck her tongue into my eager mouth. No man could survive this kind of sex play and I blasted another offering of less than boiling sperm into her birth canal.

       She rolled off me and busied herself in an effort to keep my spent cock from losing its rigidity. I was astonished at the energy she was expending. Had her session with Kanan excited her to this point, or was she just feeling guilty about being caught enjoying sex with the skinny teacher? Either way, I was the beneficiary and intended to take full advantage of it. I began to develop a scheme to allow me to gain access to her backdoor, something reserved for special occasions these days. I stared into the darkness and enjoyed the sound and feel of her mouth suctioning life back into my sex organ. So there was some type of bond forming between the two women that was playing into my hands. Would I be able to use it for my advantage?

       For the next few minutes I fantasized about what life might be like if I had both of these hot women under my control. In my dream state, Neelem was on her back holding those magnificent tits close together so I could tunnel between them to keep the erection that Kanan had diligently worked to create. The session had started with both women locked into a sixty-nine position, tongues lapping and sucking furiously at the wet pussy presented to them. At the snap of my fingers they broke contact and began taking turns on my cock and balls until I spurted onto my heaving belly. Then they had licked up every drop and exchanged it a number of times before gulping down the salty fluid that was a mixture of my cum and their saliva.

       Now I was being excited and entertained by the competing sounds emanating from Neelem's big firm tits as my cock mindlessly tunneled between those heavy bags of fat and the sloppy noises associated with Kanan's fast tongue lapping up every drop of cunt juice that Neelem's pussy could generate. Adding to this were the scents coming from each woman's sweaty flesh, mixing with the heated air surrounding the bed. It was almost time for me to skewer Neelem's hot, wet cunt and splash her cunt walls with another load of semen. Then I'd watch as Kanan had a field day suctioning out all my cum from Neelem's fuck tunnel. Perhaps if they applied themselves I might be convinced to allow them another go at my cock.

       Neelem's voice broke my fantasy, but I was unable at first to decipher what her words were or meant. She was inquiring about my visit to Mr. Shalimanya. I took this opportunity to chastise her on allowing the monks to have sex with Sayali. That proved to be a misake and I paid dearly for it, as the temperature in the room seemed to drop precipitously. I was immediately put on the defensive. Neelem was as angry as I'd ever seen her. I was insulted repeatedly for being greedy and less than honest concerning my feeling towards Sayali. She questioned my intentions concerning all three of them, challenging me to tell her in exact terms what was expected from Kanan, Sayali and herself. I was cornered, but unable to truthfully give her an answer, such was my confusion over the way things were progressing. Rather than verbally attacking my bedmate, I retreated into silence, which might have been the best of a poor group of choices.

       The next morning it was more of the same from Neelem about her daughter. I kept a very low profile and waited for her anger to dissipate. I checked in to see how Kanan was coping and discovered that during the night she had lost control of her bladder and the piss had soaked into the flooring. Neelem had a fit and I just stood back and watched her go at Kanan. Her slaps mostly missed or grazed our guest. It was while I was observing this one-sided struggle that it dawned on me that Kanan had to let the school know she would be unable to teach for the rest of the week.

       Neelem thought I had lost my mind when I began freeing our prisoner-guest. She started shouting that putting Kanan into the pit was cruel considering the sweltering heat. I ignored her comments and loosed Kanan, who was too stiff to even move from being tied tightly for over a day. I half dragged, half carried her to the phone, then watched as she spoke to someone from the school and explained that she was very ill, not exactly a falsehood. She promised to call them later on in the week after she had seen the doctor to find out what was wrong. I couldn't help smiling at her lie, since tomorrow she would be spending part of the day having various rings installed into her body, a very painful process since at my request, no attempt at numbing any of the areas would be made.

       We hadn't fed Kanan since her arrival, and the effects were beginning to show. She had great difficulty standing unaided, and was complaining about a terrible headache that had been bothering her for the last day or so. Her voice was scratchy and hoarse; it was difficult to make out what she was saying. Neelem gave signs of wanting to give our prisoner some relief, but I was adamantly opposed, especially since she had avoided the pit last evening. I made Kanan spread her legs so I could examine her pubic hair to see if Neelem had made any progress in thinning it. It was obvious that little if anything had been done, and with the ring installation due for tomorrow I was determined that her cunt mouth would be bare by then. Also there was still the matter of her accident that had soaked the floor in her room with piss.

       Kanan staggered down the hall toward her cell, closely followed by Neelem and I. Once inside the fetid room I tied her hands behind her back and made the bonds as tight as possible, stopping only when she mewled in pain like some animal in a trap. I tripped her so she fell to the floor, striking the wooden floor with one of her bony shoulders and screaming from the pain. I grew infuriated at her noise and began kicking her in the ribs as she frantically tried to protect her naked body from this new assault. I stomped down on her thigh, pinning her to the floor, then stomped her once more, this time in the pit of her stomach. She began retching and a thin stream of bile exited her mouth. Had not Neelem caught my arm and prevented me from attacking her further, I might have severely harmed our guest.

       Without any explanation I ordered Neelem to find a sturdy wooden chair for Kanan. Meanwhile I went out to the back area and sought to find a limb that had fallen from one of the many trees that covered most of the garden. Fortune was with me and I discovered one that would do the job for what I had planned for Kanan. I returned to discover that Kanan was not in the room. In a panic I raced toward the front door of the house and intercepted our guest who was unable to open the door because of the way her hands were tied. In a fury I slammed her head into the thick wooden door, and she collapsed to the floor unconscious. I dragged her by the hair back to the room where we kept her and met Neelem who was pale-faced at her disappearance. To Neelem my appearance was akin to facing a wild man who had just stepped from the jungle. In one hand I held a club, and in the other a handful of Kanan's thick hair, our prisoner-guest obviously knocked senseless, probably by the club.

       I had to shout at Neelem to get her from the trance she was occupying. One of the kitchen chairs was brought into the room and before she regained consciousness, Kanan was securely tied to it with her thighs spread wide, legs pulled down from the edges of the seat and anchored with more rope to the bottom rungs of the chair. Now her thick pubic bush was totally exposed. Before binding her upper body to the back of the chair I had Neelem lift her bottom just enough so I could wedge the tree limb under her spread thighs. That was all it needed to awaken her from the stupor into which she had fallen when her head was smashed against the front door.

       Neelem listened carefully, almost like a small child, as I explained the situation about installing rings into her body tomorrow. Between then and now we would, one way or another, remove every single strand of pubic hair from Kanan's body. I also had decided to do some advance work on her nipples and perhaps even that fat clit of hers to make the installation even more painful. Neelem's eyes grew large when she found out that Kanan would then be whored out to pay for the work that would be done to her. When  I mentioned that all the information she had heard was the result of assistance from Mr. Shalimanya, she seemed more amenable to it than if it came strictly from me. She was quite miffed when she discovered that no women would be allowed to witness the rings being installed, and of course what would occur afterwards when Kanan serviced a group of men to pay for the procedure.

       I had Neelem find another bag of salt to use to gag Kanan, who was semi-alert by now, but still not completely aware of what lay in store for her. Once this was done, and Neelem seated herself comfortably on a low padded bench, we began tormenting our guest. I also made a mental note to make sure that afterwards she would have to clean the piss soaked floor with her tongue before being allowed to get any sleep prior to her ordeal tomorrow.

                       (To be continued - lex ludite)