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Taming Sayali - Chapter 33
I was in no mood for Neelem and my face must have transmitted my feelings. This totally caught her off-guard and she did the intelligent thing by ignoring what she had interrupted. In point of fact she had entered to let me know that Mr. Shalimanya's limousine had arrived and was waiting in front of the house. I asked her to speak to the chauffeur and let him know that I needed his assistance in transporting my slave to the car. At my use of the word "slave", her eyebrows flew up in shocked surprise, but she did as I requested. Any thoughts of sodomizing Kanan had to be set aside since it was imperative that the schoolteacher be available for the ringmaster at the appointed time.
By the time Shalimanya's man arrived, Kanan was securely gagged, hands cuffed behind her back and a set of manacles preventing my slave from escaping by foot. The chauffeur was carrying a large leather pouch covered with embossed symbols, which opened by means of a hidden zipper and proved to be large enough to contain Kanan's naked body. He and I carried the pouch out to the limousine and stored it inside the car's large trunk. Neelem followed our every move and stood there in front of her house watching the limousine move away, carrying Kanan to her fate. I was delighted with the smoothness of the operation and looked forward with great enthusiasm to what was to transpire this day. I was sure that my slave did not share my feelings of anticipation.
We were standing outside the ringmaster's shop a few minutes before he was to open for business. The pouch containing Kanan was laid out at our feet and I was amusing myself by kicking it to see if I could get any response from her. I was a little peeved that there hadn't been enough time to sodomize her one more time. I consoled myself with the thought that once I had her back at the house I could do her in every hole as often as I wished, that is unless Neelem wanted my services. That would be a very nice arrangement, and I was certain that in time threesomes would be the order of the day and night as well. Who knows, perhaps I could even provide her body to others who were desperate for any kind of sex partner. Kanan might prove to be just what the more perverted customers might want and even pay a premium to use. My musings were interrupted by the ringmaster who opened his shop and offered us entry.
He was most impressed by the pouch that contained his customer, remarking at the workmanship. His reaction to Kanan was another story entirely. He wrinkled his nose and muttered to himself, not an auspicious start to the session. We were directed to the back of his shop, which was rather large despite its less than impressive facade. There we found a metal table much akin to those found in doctor's offices. This one had been modified to securely hold the customer while the ringmaster worked his magic on the person. Before we put Kanan down onto the table and used the straps to restrain her, he made a slow circuit around her, speaking softly on occasion and even touching certain areas of her bare body. Finally he signaled he was finished and the chauffeur and I strapped her down, arms stretched to the edge of the long table, legs parted wide and anchored to the sides near the bottom. Next he wheeled a small table that contained his various implements and dyes over to where Kanan lay and seated himself. Shalimanya's man took this as his signal to take his leave, promising to return quickly once I called for the car to transport me and my chattel back to the house.
The ringmaster and I began to discuss my plans for the schoolteacher. He observed that her nearly coal black skin made tattooing a major challenge, but he had techniques that could work, even if they were most painful. I could see Kanan's eyes blinking rapidly at his remark. I assured him that my slave was capable of enduring any amount of pain in the interests of making herself more attractive to me. He grinned and observed that this would save me a considerable amount of money if he didn't have to use his precious drugs to numb the areas upon which he would be working. I could feel myself becoming hard in anticipation of watching my former arch enemy suffer the fires of hell as her naked body was turned into a living canvas that might repel most men and all but the most sadistic or masochistic women.
He reached down and grabbed one of Kanan's crepe-shaped tits and shook the wrinkled lump of skin and precious little flesh. He observed that in order to put the number of rings in her tits that I wanted, he'd have to make them swell to at least twice their current size. I shrugged and waited for how he proposed to do this. He got up and went to one of the large standing cabinets along the wall and retrieved a rather simple looking metal fixture. He mounted it on the table so that Kana's pancake-shaped tits could be strapped to the bar on top of the fixture. Then he gave me an explanation of how those flat tits would be enlarged.
First a rubber hose would be used on those stretched bags of skin and fat. The brutal pounding would rupture most of the blood vessels below the skin and cause major swelling. At this point her tits would be extremely sensitive, requiring the subject to be doubly restrained with straps during the next step in the process. The rings, made of an iron alloy, would be embedded in her nipples and tits. The weight of the tit rings, plus any rough handling, something he expected to happen regularly, would ultimately cause them to sag and become sausage-shaped. He offered to show me pictures of women with much larger breasts who had this procedure, so I could gauge what would occur with my slave over time.
I already was having a fantasy featuring Kanan out in the back area, naked, covered with welts from previous whippings, her nipple rings attached to a low-hanging tree branch that forced her to stand on tip-toes. I watched with growing sexual excitement as Neelem, naked to the waist, used her crop, a vicious whipping implement, to score our sex slave's flat buttocks. I would finish the session by whipping her bloated pussy to the point that all but a small portion of the dozen rings buried in her swollen cunt lips were displayed. Afterwards we would return to the coolness and shelter of the house and enjoy each other's flesh until we fell asleep. In the meantime Kanan's bleeding body would draw the usual stinging flies and nibbling insects that were attracted by the feast she was providing.
The sound of the rubber hose slamming down upon Kanan's stretched tits brought me from my trance. It didn't take long to also hear her grunts as each powerful blow fell. The ringmaster seemed to be enjoying himself while his arm moved like some type of machine, pounding away at those swelling strips of skin and fat. Kanan's face was contorted in agony and that only made my desire to rape her here and now grow. I began to wonder if the ringmaster might allow me to take her first before his customers and creditors were rewarded. Then I expunged that thought from my mind and tried to focus on the work at hand.
I was most impressed by the size of the schoolteacher's tits after only a few minutes of beating. He stopped and took a break before laying into her for another brutal segment of this torment. I could literally see the tears from Kanan's eyes flying from her lashes and landing on her face and hair as he continued the drubbing of her swollen bags of flesh. Finally with a blow that sounded like a cannon shot, he finished his work. Now the fun for me and the agony for Kanan would truly begin.
He carefully checked my slave's gag to make certain it was secure, a sure sign that she was about to endure some severe pain. He muttered a few words about doing her nipples first and then heated some long stainless steel needles that almost could pass for skewers. Kanan's eyes were glued to the needles as they glowed orange and then white-hot. The ringmaster grasped one with a pair of pliers and stretched the nipple of one tit before burning through the thinned flesh with the glowing needle. Kanan's body thrashed madly against the straps, but to no avail. The smell of her flesh charring was soon overwhelming. The needle had pierced the flesh and now he was moving it in a circular pattern to enlarge the hole he had made.
Kanan's eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted from the pain. He ignored her condition and took his time finishing this site for her first nipple ring. He used the pliers to force it through the hole, rotating his wrist in a way that looked simple, but in truth was an art learned by studying under another master. He closed the ring and leaned back to examine his work. He nodded and moved to the other nipple. I was on the verge of ejaculating and feared I might embarrass myself if I let my lusts overcome my intellect. He gave me a look that told me he knew what I was battling. That gave me enough strength to overcome my lusts for the moment.
Kanan was awakened by new agony as he burned a hole in her other nipple, moving the needle in and out a few times and then doing that odd circular motion that widened the hole uniformly. The second ring was installed easily and he leaned back once more and gave me a small smile. While all this had been going on, Kanan's tits continued to swell from the brutal beating they had taken. He poked one and her body arched against the straps. He smiled and observed that opening those bags of beaten fat would make her try to escape from her skin. He innocently asked me if I wouldn't pay him to numb her tits while he installed the rings. I shook my head decisively and got a big smile from him in return. Since there was time before the swelling reached its maximum, and his first group of creditors and friends were not due for another hour, he would show me some pictures and give me a few details about them. I was eager to witness examples of his work, and compare those women to Kanan.
The first few pictures were of full breasted women, one even smiling despite the fact that not only were her nipples and breasts sagging from the thick, heavy rings attached to them, they were also crisscrossed with deep welts from a very recent whipping. This was the sister of a very influential politician who had been having an affair with a married man, and when caught had agreed to become her brother's sex slave in exchange for not being rejected by her family. The others all had the same resigned look on their faces and had accepted the rings in order to keep their husbands or lovers happy. Then I came across a picture that stunned me.
The female could not have been more than thirteen and yet her budding bosoms were being stretched by thick rings and each nipple had twin studs located in a cross pattern, nearly obliterating it from sight. Her eyes were leaking tears and trickles of fresh blood were still oozing from the rings driven through her immature tits. The ringmaster chuckled at my reaction and informed me that the girl was due to return soon to have heavier rings installed in her breasts that had grown by nearly a cup size since the original rings had been put into place. I was struck speechless at this example of cruelty. Then he made things even worse by stating that the girl was the sex slave of not only her father, but two of his brothers who also lived in the same little town. To date, despite their best efforts, she had not yet become pregnant, and for some odd reason they believed that heavier rings would make her much more fertile. He laughed and coughed, pointing toward the table holding Kanan like some slab of meat ready for butchering.
Installing the rings into her swollen mammaries proved to be a messy and rather bloody affair. Kanan's eyes bulged and her breathing became ragged from the fear she was experiencing. First he moved a secondary support sheet of metal just beneath her aching, swollen breasts and placed a small hollow cylinder against the flesh of the lower portion of her left tit. I had to turn away when he started to hammer the tube until it neatly removed a small circle of flesh from her crepe-shaped mammary. He described attempts to use a hand-held punch and other implements to open a path for the rings to be placed, but found them to be less than what he wanted. This cruel technique he now employed was his favorite and had successfully met his needs for many years. In my mind I tried to imagine what an onlooker must have seen and heard, and shook my head to drive away the images from my mind.
He used the same metal cylinder to make a small opening just below her ringed nipple. Kanan fainted after three blows of his small jeweler's hammer. It took two more before he announced he was through and ready to place the rings. I glanced over and regretted my foolishness. The upper hole was spewing blood, while the lower merely oozed a small amount from the wound. The rings went into place and were locked tight in a matter of perhaps a minute or two. He truly was a craftsman; there could be no question of that. Then he took a small soldering iron and used it to cauterize the bleeding area around each ring. Kanan was aroused by this terrible pain and the awful stench of her charring flesh. He took a rest for a minute or so and carefully checked his work, nodding at how the first set of rings looked hanging from her tit and nipple.
Glancing at his watch, he announced that there would be just enough time to set the second set into her other breast before the first round of customers for Kanan's body were to arrive. I was too shaken by what I'd seen to make any comment to his observation. I have to admit that I did look on occasion as he swiftly opened a path for each ring and set them with his sure hands. He hadn't finished for more than a few minutes when there came a pounding at his front door. The first eager customers had arrived. I looked over to Kanan, who was still in such pain that she wasn't totally aware of what was about to happen to her. So much the better, I thought to myself.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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