BDSM Library - Story: Taming Sayali, Chapter: Chapter 35

Taming Sayali - Chapter 35

The first onslaught on my helpless slave was a major revelation to me, and a source of great amusement to the ringmaster. This initial group was comprised of eight men, ranging in age from barely out of their teens to perhaps mid-fifties. The younger men acted a bit disappointed when they set eyes on my dark-skinned sex slave, naked with her tits still oozing a slight amount of blood from the installation of the heavy rings. However their opinion changed quickly once they mounted her and began slamming their hard cocks into her dripping cunt. I was astonished to see that after only a few strokes Sayali began to respond to what was happening within her wet cunt. Her hips began to move and she did her best to push her body up to meet the thrusts of her partner. The straps proved to be an impediment and the ringmaster allowed those having their way with her to loosen the straps so she had more freedom to respond physically to their efforts. Even the gag was removed so those on top, if they wished, could suck her tongue or have her suck theirs. When the first finished emptying his balls deep inside her tight, wet twat, he rolled off and gave the others a sign indicating that she was one hot whore.

Part of me felt proud to have such a sexual dynamo as my sex slave; another portion was almost jealous of the enjoyment they were experiencing as they pounded her into submission. Her second man, one in his early forties and very well hung, added some pain to the process. He hooked his fingers in her tit rings and used them like reins as he controlled her body to make sure that she did his bidding, as a good slave should. It was obvious that Kanan was enjoying herself to a degree that amazed me. I began to question whether or not her stories about being gangbanged at the university were merely tales of fantasy. She certainly was showing an enthusiasm for cock that took me aback. I chuckled to myself, imagining what the reaction might be from Neelem if she witnessed this kind of energy and enthusiasm for the male animal. By the time this one was satisfied, his hands were spotted with blood from her bleeding tits. To everyone's amusement Kanan begged him to remain inside her and continue to punish her whore's body. He laughed and sat back, his cock halfway out of her dripping cunt. Then he gave her a series of hard, cruel slaps across the face, making her head bounce from side to side.

Those waiting their turn gave him a round of applause, and a few even shook his hand as they told him that he had showed the whore who he was and how insignificant she was. Her next customer broke new ground. He inserted his hand into her well-fucked cunt and came out with it coated with plenty of cum and her spendings as well. He offered his glistening hand to Kanan and she eagerly licked his fingers clean. He made another trip into that stinking swamp and she dutifully swallowed every drop she sucked from his hand. Her cunt nearly swallowed his entire hand when he went back for more. This time he rubbed his hand all over her face and dried it in her hair. Then he clambered up onto the table and had Kanan open her mouth so he could force his cock down her throat, while he tortured her crepe-shaped tits, yanking hard on her newly installed rings, drawing more blood from those swollen bags of skewered fat.

He reminded me of a monkey the way he hovered over Kanan as he slowly strangled her with his stiff shaft. Just before she passed out, my sex slave had a tremendous orgasm that caused her pussy to convulse and squirt some pale fluid onto the table between her spread thighs. Her assailant continued to press his hard length of cock deeper into her blocked throat. The ringmaster coughed and nodded as we watched Kanan's face change from contorted to slack, a sign she was on the verge of suffering permannent damage to her brain from lack of oxygen. All the while her "customer" had pumped his cock back and forth in her gullet, never allowing her even a moment to gasp for air. I was growing anxious, but my companion patted my arm and smiled, having seen this type of treatment many times in the past. Then her tormentor gasped as her throat convulsed around his hard cock, a signal that she was on the verge of her death throes. The ringmaster shouted for him to remove his dick and finish his turn. He responded grudgingly and shot his cum into my slave's ebony, stony face, receiving some cheers from the onlookers.

The fact that Kanan was still unconscious did not deter the next one from quickly mounting her sweaty body and slamming his hard cock deep into her cunt, making her bare, skinny frame bounce in rhythm to the powerful strokes he delivered. Gradually his battering aroused my sex slave and to our surprise she wrapped her skinny legs around her partner's back and began matching him blow for blow until his superior strength and power weakened her. Soon he was sucking and biting her tongue and mauling her sore, swollen tits that still were oozing blood from both sets of rings. That seemed to recharge her and she once more was matching her partner's brutal pummeling with her yielding body and sodden cunt that must have felt like a swamp to him. Suddenly with a loud bellow he released the load of boiling cum from his churning testicles and pulled out to finish in her face. Kanan amused and amazed the group by licking as much of that mess from her skin as she could.

The ringmaster ordered that Kanan be once more strapped down, but leaving enough slack to allow her to react to the efforts of her partners. The next three pounded away at Kanan's naked body without any mercy, slapping and yanking at her sore tits when they felt that she wasn't responding to their efforts. To the contrary, my sex slave was enjoying herself so much that she was having a difficult time breathing as they hammered away on her weakening body. Unlike the first bunch, these three had tremendous stamina and were most adept at finding all those spots within Kanan that drove her into a frenzy. They were experts when it came to tormenting and teasing their victim, bringing her to the verge of an orgasm, then shifting their approach to thwart her from enjoying the sexual release she so desperately sought. It became apparent that this was a team effort and now the only question was whether Kanan could survive such a sustained assault on her weakened body.

They had divided her body into three areas, cunt, mouth and tits. Each one took an area and did their best to stimulate and frustrate her to no end. After five or so minutes they would switch so a fresh cock or fist could be filling her dripping cunt and a different mouth could be sucking, biting and stretching her tongue to its limits. Meanwhile her tits were being covered with bite marks, adding to her agony and yet combining her response with all the other stimulation she was receiving simultaneously from the others. After a time Kanan's response weakened further and soon her eyes stared fixedly at the ceiling of the room, disconnected from what was happening to the rest of her body. The trio noticed her lack of response and tried to revive her with brutal slaps across the face and blows to her cunt mouth, but to no avail. So to finish her off, the one with the thickest cock was chosen to plug her throat and suffocate her slowly as the others took turns seeing how far up her soaking wet cunt they could get their fists. Once she was unconscious, her face seeming to be made of some type of liquid rather than solid, they buried her face in a barrage of hot cum to the wild cheering of the group. The ringmaster ordered the bunch to vacate his establishment until later on in the day when they would get another opportunity to use what was left of her body for their own pleasures.

Once the building had been cleared of the first group, the ringmaster got to work on piercing and then putting in the large number of rings we had agreed upon at our previous discussion. I had the pleasure of gagging my slave once more with the same filthy rag that occupied her mouth previously. Kanan's inner cunt lips would take eight small rings, no larger than the ones now decorating her nipples. Her thicker, outer cunt lips would receive six rings on each side, slightly smaller in diameter and weight than the ones now stretching her tits. To complete this constellation, Kanan's clitoris would be pierced vertically and laterally with small studs that would be permanently locked into place. With so many piercings, it would be likely that her enjoyment of the sex act would be greatly reduced, even replaced by phantom pain, which made me quite pleased.

I remember asking him about the effect of these rings on the cocks, including mine that would be fucking her cunt frequently and for long periods of time. My mind was already mulling over the idea of making her body available to the gangs of ruffians that frequented the streets of the city. He gave me a variety of options that would make sex extremely painful for her, but allowed those using her cunt to avoid what she was experiencing. He even showed me some photographs of women who he had treated in various ways. It was fascinating to see their inner cunt lips stretched wide by the rings that were in turn hooked to the ones stretching her outer lips to the point that they seemed ready to tear away any second. Bars ran the length of the outer set of lips and were anchored by means of barbs to the flesh of the female's inner thighs. As long as the rings did their job of stretching her cunt lips, little if any friction would be generated between the cock and the rings. However any sudden movement on the part of the female would cause excruciating pain as the rings cut deeper into the flesh and skin they were embedded.

He began the piercings, involving me in the process in a minor role, but still something I thoroughly enjoyed. First Kanan's legs were opened as wide as the muscles and tendons would allow, then the straps were readjusted to hold them in this painfully stretched position. The ringmaster traced the tip of his awl up and down the taut flesh of Kanan's inner thighs, watching her eyes widen and the way her body shivered. I was told to grasp one of her narrow outer cunt lips and pull it away until he was satisfied there was enough room to both pierce and then install one of the dozen rings that were arranged beside the platform upon which Kanan was restrained.

To me she appeared to be a specimen mounted and ready for display in some museum. I could not help noticing the cunt sludge and cum that was dribbling from her sodden slit that had been used so violently and long by the first group of customers. I lost track of things and the ringmaster had to almost shout to get my attention. I had nearly torn off a portion of Kanan's outer cunt lips without even thinking. Secretly I was pleased that I could inflict such pain on my sex slave even before I got her back where I could torture and torment her at my leisure.

I did my best to enjoy the sight of Kanan's external sex organs, such as they were, being mutilated. The awl did its work, punching a hole through the thick skin as she writhed and struggled against the straps that secured her. There was hardly a trace of blood from this puncture, a rather big disappointment for me. The ring took some effort before it was seated properly in the middle of that fleshy strip guarding her cunt. When he locked and then yanked it to make sure it was secure, Kanan's eyes popped open and her breath became somewhat ragged. That was only the first of twenty; how she'd feel after the last one was locked tight and only her fat clit remained for his handiwork, was another cup of tea altogether.

By the time the first section of three rings opposed by an equal number on the other lip was finished, there was a goodly amount of blood. Twice he had cauterized her cunt lips with a small tipped hot iron, causing a stench that almost made me sick, and making Kanan nearly rupture herself in a fruitless effort to escape the pain. I made a mental note to procure an iron like he was using. It would be great fun to heat up one of Kanan's rings and watch her plead for mercy with her eyes since her mouth would be stuffed with a pair of Neelem's panties previously marinated in the unflushed toilet for perhaps a day before being used as her gag.

The ringmaster casually mentioned that the rings he was putting into Kanan's outer pussy lips were a lead alloy, which was not as sturdy as the ones decorating her tits and nipples, but would put much more pressure on her lips, stretching them to rather impressive dimensions after a year or so of wearing them. He continued his work and after a little more than an hour and a half, Kanan had one dozen rings stretching her outer cunt lips. He suggested I put my hand into her cunt to see how the rings felt against my skin. It was an eerie sensation to move into that stinking swamp of sex flesh that was aching for more stiff cock to give her something on which to focus. I grinned at my sex slave and told her of my plans to turn her into a street prostitute and watch as she was skewered by dozens of toughs every day before facing Neelem and myself afterward. Her eyes grew wide and then she began to sob, choking on her own saliva as it meandered from the gag into her throat and tickled the sensitive flesh as it skid down into her belly.

The inner lips were a challenge and it was tedious work because there was very little space. He made Kanan nearly jump from her skin on more than one occasion as he delicately opened the thin inner lips with a miniature punch, then very carefully threaded rings of another alloy that was highly resistant to the fetid environment caused by her dripping cunt. I had never been in this kind of position when it came to viewing a female's internal plumbing. The pinkness was so strange when compared to her ebony skin. It literally dripped with moisture, which I imagined was necessary to keep it pliable and healthy. I had a vision of a giant cock splitting apart this pink slab of flesh and powering deep into the schoolteacher's sex tunnel like a freight train. I began to question my idea of turning her into a low class prostitute. How long could that fleshy cunt hold out against an army of men with thick, stiff members capable of abrading the mucous membrane from the walls of her hot, aching cunt?

Someone began pounding on the door to his establishment, calling out to be allowed to enter. The ringmaster cursed at this interruption to his work and told me to go outside and make sure the crowd of men eager for a go at Kanan remained under control. He needed at least another fifteen minutes of complete silence and attention to detail before he could finish installing all but the clit hardware. That would be done after they had their way with Kanan, who was in some pain. I did his bidding and was soon surrounded by almost a dozen men who had come for their pound of Kanan's flesh. I assured them that she would be available in perhaps twenty minutes as the ringmaster was just finishing up of some very delicate installations. That seemed to placate them for the moment, so I decided to let them know that the whore they were going to fuck soon was my own personal sex slave. That got their attention immediately, and when I added being happy to let them have first crack at her with her new rings, they began smiling and pounding me on the back like a long lost friend. Secretly I was hoping that they would be a little less aggressive than the first group, but I was to be disappointed.

(To be continued - lex ludite)