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Taming Sayali - Chapter 34
While the university teacher was spending his time preparing Kanan for an extended period of mutilation, degradation and absolute pain, much was going on between Neelem and Mr. Shalimanya. The teacher's mentor was proving to be more of an adversary than helper. He had skillfully planted the seeds that resulted in Sayali being taken from Neelem's home and delivered to a sanctuary of sorts run by a band of renegade monks. These "outlaws" depended a great deal on the largess of their new patron, Mr. Shalimanya. Both the monks and their patron stood to gain a great deal by breaking the will of the stubborn teenager. Had the teacher realized that the very pouch that currently contained a naked, sweating, restrained Kanan had been used previously to transport an equally naked, frightened, and restrained Sayali to the monks, he would have gnashed his teeth in hopeless fury at this turn of events.
The site now occupied by the band of monks had once been a small zoo that went bankrupt. The major attractions such as elephants and tigers had been snapped up by other zoos and preserves, leaving a number of animals to fend for themselves by living off the land and the generosity of passers-by and visitors to the monks' sanctuary. Those who survived this way were slowly incorporated as part of the hideaway. There were an abundance of dogs, some wolves, foxes and jackals, a boar, a few sheep and deer plus a raucous colony of monkeys. About a dozen of these various creatures were named as avatars and given a higher position in the sanctuary's hierarchy, topped by the monks.
It was rare that any of the monks ever had the opportunity to have sex with women considering the location and lack of religious influence of this small enclave. Some of the monks took vows of abstinence, but a small group of the more daring developed sexual relationships with a few of the animal avatars. Now into this maelstrom of frustrated sexuality descended a young goddess to cause even more turmoil among the monks. At first Sayali was taken as a symbol by the dazzled monks who took her arrival as a signal that their humble sect was about to grow and prosper. A cult following developed quickly among these monks. Those who had sided with the animal avatars were now pitted against the monks who accepted Sayali as a gift from the gods. A schism of epic proportions had split the monks into two schools of thought on the matter of Sayali.
So in less than two days the nubile teenager was in the middle of a religious war. The avatar monks made the first move, kidnapping the girl and hiding her away in a secret place guarded by their followers. Sayali was appalled at their approach to judging her. Despite her screaming and struggles she was overwhelmed and presented to the animals for judgment. For an entire day and evening she was forced to couple with dogs, a jackal, a wolf, a fox and the single ram remaining in the sanctuary. They had already built a special bench that the members used when they wished to have sex with their avatars. It was simple matter to make minor modifications to the "praying" bench so that the avatars could easily use both her lower entrances.
So Sayali spent nearly an entire twenty-four hour period on her back, legs spread and raised to make her cunt and asshole easily available to whatever animal mounted her. To prevent her screams from alerting the other monks, she was gagged securely except when they gave her water to gulp down like an animal at a waterhole. To make sure that each animal was enticed to have sex with the teenager, they rubbed her private parts with an oily mixture that had proven most acceptable to the various animal avatars. At first Sayali struggled madly when the animal's tongue began worming its way deeper into her asshole or cunt. Then to her amazement, she realized that they knew about that love button the teacher so enjoyed tormenting. It was the jackal that brought her off the first time, delighting the monks by the use of his tongue that had her cunt mouth frothing and the rest of her body quivering like a tightened bowstring. When he actually mounted Sayali and rammed his red, dripping cock into her asshole with one powerful thrust, they nearly lost control of their passions. The jackal finished inside her in a matter of half a minute and withdrew much to her dismay. Its rapid pounding had brought her very close to a second spending and now she was frustrated.
One of the monks lost his composure and stepped up to the bench, his sex organ quivering with lust. In less time than it took to tell, he was buried to the hilt in the teen's cunt. For a few moments there was silence as the rest of his companions gawked at his boldness. He grinned maliciously and began driving his cock in and out of her swampy fuckhole, already filled with a number of offerings from the avatars. He leaned forward to gain more leverage and his cock moved faster. He was grunting like a pig by the time he flooded her still tight tunnel of flesh with his seed. Three more monks followed him and each added to the swampy mixture that nearly filled her to capacity. Before there were anymore weak-willed members of the sect, the ram was brought up to Sayali's spread thighs and urged to couple with her for the first time. To make sure he would act, more of the fluid that excited the animals was spread thickly over her genitals and the entrance to her anus.
Although the canines proved to be very fast when it came to covering their bitch, the ram had much more power as Sayali could attest. The ram also had a much larger tongue that it put to good use. It was a slow but sure process, that broad lump of flesh not missing anything in its path. It was well before entry when Sayali's eyes grew large and her body tensed in preparation for the orgasm that was about to be unleashed by that slow but sure tongue. The ram hardly noticed the cataclysm it had created in its mate, its tongue covering every square inch of the teenager's pubic mound and beyond where her seat of power was lodged. Sayali shuddered in anticipation when the ram reared up on its hind legs and prepared to cover his mate. Even though she was gagged, the reaction of Sayali to the brutal power of the ram's entrance overcame the gag that normally was an effective stopper for any sounds she might generate.
The monks decided to remove the gag so they could enjoy the sounds that Sayali made as her avatar-lover plowed her fields with his powerful thrusts. The teenager grew so excited by her impending orgasm that she begged the animal to draw closer so she might join their mouths as he brought her to completion. So it was that she sucked the ram's tongue shamelessly as he drove her into a frenzy with his efforts. The monks were astonished at the amount of sperm the ram released, so much in fact that it drooled from her tight slit in a steady stream long after the animal dismounted and wandered away from the girl to find a shady place to rest. Unbeknownst to the others who excitedly discussed what they had just witnessed, there was a spy in their midst. He slipped away from the band and made his way to the leader of the other group of monks and described in detail what he had just seen.
The old monk was scandalized by this imp's behavior and was determined to wrest her from the rival band of renegades. Meanwhile that group had decided that it was time for them to acquaint themselves with this gift from the gods. Since this group of monks outnumbered the other by almost three to one, it was relatively easy to wrest the teenager from the grasp of the animal-avatar sect. It was obvious once they were upon the others that the interest had evolved from animals to men, monks to be more accurate. Sayali was still bound to the bench, but no longer gagged since there was a line of monks waiting to use her mouth while others busied themselves between her spread thighs, penetrating either hole, depending upon their degree of distaste for the cum that leaked from each. The more fastidious ones took advantage of the one with the lesser amount of secretions, even if that meant waiting longer for access to her body.
It was relatively easy to chase the sect members away from their prey and carry her back to the center of the sanctuary. Sayali put up a surprising struggle that angered the head priest of the monks. He decided that she must be possessed and so he had her strung up from a low branch of one of the trees that grew in the sanctuary area. He had some of his followers surround the area to prevent the other part of the group from regaining their "goddess". Next he selected two of the strongest monks to begin beating the demons from her bare body. It was obvious to the monk leader that his followers were sexually excited by the presence of this teenage troublemaker and secretly regretted making the arrangement with Mr. Shalimanya to financially support his band of monks.
The two men cut rods of immature bamboo from a stand that grew nearby. They were not only strong, but flexible as well. These rods were able to coil around her hips, conform to the roundness of her buttocks and even crack bones if struck at the correct angle to certain portions of the teenager's body. The prospect of using them on her firm melon-shaped breasts made them sweat with anticipation. They could imagine the amount of distortion a well-struck blow could create in each one or both if the angle was true. In their imagination they could already hear her shrieking for mercy as they worked up and down her naked form that soon would be dripping with sweat-induced fear and flecks of blood. They took up their positions one in front, the other at her back and waited for the command from the head priest.
Seconds after he nodded, the first of a dozen blows tore into Sayali's flesh, the first cutting her hind quarters neatly in two, the second slashing a deep gash just below her full breasts. There was a collective gasp at the damage those first two strokes had created. The men stepped back to assess the damage they had caused, noting how quickly the growing ridges of swollen flesh appeared. The teenager was been stunned into silence at first, but now she released a wail that made the hair on the back of many monks' necks stand straight out. The men glanced over to the priest for further instructions, and got none. They looked at each other and laid another pair of brutal blows to the bare body of the helpless teenager. A second deep welt was almost instantly created to join the other hunk of blistered flesh already formed on that firm, round bottom. This time it was the second of the two that did the most damage and brought the loudest scream from the captive. As luck would have it, the bamboo cane tore into the lower half of her full breasts leaving a bloody gash that made many of the onlookers uneasy and unable to even look at the terrible harm the cane had caused.
The monk leader ordered the two men to trade places and continue the whipping. His actions now seemed callous to many of his followers, who began talking among themselves. Whether it was deliberate or an accident, one of the men missed Sayali's blistered bottom completely and instead caught her just above the base of her spine. It was painful, but not to the degree of the first two she had absorbed. Sayali had almost no time to prepare for the next blow that connected with her hipbones, causing her to chew her lips in agony from the wave of pain that made her entire body tremble. Without any consultation or even a glance at each other, the two men dropped their canes and stepped away, leaving Sayali to swing in one direction until the rope was wound tight, and then the other as it unwound, the audience murmuring among themselves and a few voices speaking out against the cruelty that had been displayed so far. The old priest was infuriated and declared that this portion of her questioning would be continued in his quarters with only a few of his most loyal members invited to assist him.
The old priest was no one's fool. He understood perfectly what would happen if he failed to break Sayali to his will. Like all men he secretly was eager to taste her firm flesh and empty his seed into her deepest parts and hope against hope that they might catch and flourish, leaving him with an heir that might in some distant time become a great leader of tens of thousands, rather than this band of less than one hundred lost souls. Brute force was not the answer and he knew he had already paid a price for this error in judgment. As long as he could be assured that his followers were loyal, he could take his time and slowly force the truth from the teenager. He thought further on this matter and admitted that the only way to assure loyalty was to allow those monks that were critical for his future plans to enjoy the fruits that this child could offer. This decided he drew up a list of names and had it distributed to those on it. Now it was time to turn to the girl and begin to wring the truth from her without crippling or severely harming her, as per the instructions he had received personally from Mr. Shalimanya.
One of the marks of his position in the order was his bed. It was hand carved, measuring six feet from top to bottom and a little over 5 feet in width. His bedding was spartan, the same as what all his followers coped with each night whether it was the merciless heat or the cool, dry winds that blew for nearly half the year. With the assistance of a few dedicated monks they managed to convert his bed into something akin to a cage. Now Sayali lay on her back, arms and legs extended to the corners of the bed where they were securely manacled. There had been some argument concerning her nudity, but he insisted that until she told all about herself, she would remain without any covering. Now the interrogation began in earnest.
Sayali proved to be quite stubborn, in keeping with what he had been told by his patron. Secretly he was delighted at her resistance, it gave him more time to enjoy the sight of her firm body with its marvelous breasts, flaring hips, flat belly and that narrow slit that was the entrance to her most secret place. To Sayali her situation was no better or worst than what she had endured at home with the arrival of the university teacher who spent much of his time either seducing or hurting her while Neelem watched and even assisted him at times. There was one thing that was different and better, the absence of her former schoolteacher, Kanan. She was now the lightning rod for the teacher and not Sayali, but all that might change in a day.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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