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Taming Sayali - Chapter 36
Finally the ringmaster opened the door to his shop and allowed the next group of degenerates to enter. Kanan was still on the table, her eyes wide and unblinking. She was a sight with all the rings that now festooned her naked body, calling attention to her cunt with the twin bars running through the six rings on each side of the entrance. The bleeding from the rings buried in her tit flesh had subsided for the moment, but I knew it wouldn't be too long before the rough handling from this mob of fiends would have them bleeding again. It was astonished to hear the shop owner suggest that for this session, Kanan be made more available to this group. He went on to say that she had displayed a high degree of sexual energy, enough in fact to require the complete attention of the first group that had used her previously. Even as he spoke, goading the men to a higher degree of cruelty than had been displayed previously by the other group, he was bringing out a bundle of short leather straps to be used to restrain Kanan before they began pounding away at her skinny body with their hard cocks, hoary fists and even those sharp teeth hidden away for the moment behind their lips.
The men quickly removed the straps holding her to the table and tried to throw her to the floor so they could use the short straps to bind her fast. It was like a tug-of-war with no winner. Once again it required the attention of the owner to organize the mob into a more disciplined group. They yanked Kanan from the table and threw her to the floor, bringing a shriek of agony as her freshly installed rings made contact with the splintery wood. Three men held her struggling body so that two others could bind her wrists together so tightly that a steady, muffled noise issued from her gagged mouth. Another strap was pulled tight to make her elbows touch. Then a third pulled her pipe stem upper arms to join as well.
They put a few burlap bags down on the wooden floor for their comfort and began to work on Kanan with a fury that sickened me at first. One of them lay down and the others flipped Kanan over onto her back and then picked her up by the rings in her breasts and the two ring bars controlling the entrance to her cunt. I was astonished that the rings weren't ripped from her body, but they held even though her eyes were bulging from the sockets from the horrible pain she was experiencing. It was obvious that the one on his back would sodomize Kanan, while at least one other rapist had her cunt or mouth. I was not prepared for what happened next.
Another voice ordered the ones holding Kanan in mid-air to drop her onto the floor so she could begin to prepare the one designated to use her asshole first. The pair holding her managed to flip Kanan's body so she landed on her bruised tits and cunt and the impact caused her head to be snapped back before plowing face first into the burlap covering the floor. The sound her head made as it bounced off the burlap frightened me no end. For a moment I feared that she had either broken or severely damaged her neck, but thankfully I was incorrect. The gang of rapists wasted no time dragging Kanan to the man on his back, removing her gag and jamming her face against his cock, that even in its flaccid state was of impressive size. The ebony-skinned schoolteacher was dazed from the impact of her landing, and it took a number of blows to her head and shoulders to make her begin sucking his cock. However she seemed to recover her senses and began applying herself with great diligence and enthusiasm to the task.
Kanan's head bobbed up and down on the rapidly growing length of flesh that jutted from his groin. Every third time she did her best to swallow as much of the hard cock as she could, leading to bouts of choking and gagging that produced a stream of saliva that formed a pool beneath his spread thighs. The gang surrounded her and urged her to even greater efforts. The beneficiary of all this activity began to take a more active role, telling her how long to suck and even when to lick his balls which looked to be the size of tennis balls. Finally he announced himself ready to skewer her tight asshole and begin to destroy it with his giant prong. Kanan grunted and screamed as his big weapon split open her tight asshole and began to go deeper and deeper as she tried her best to accommodate herself to this gargantuan intruder.
They had made her sit with her back to his face, allowing her ring-bedecked cunt to become available for another hard cock. The one that made the entry wasn't that long, but it was thick, very thick indeed. Since her inner cunt lips were sore and swollen from the setting of the rings, she was incredibly tight. He had barely put the head of his dick into her cunt when she began screaming in agony. Another of the mob of rapists slapped her face with brutal blows that bounced her head from side to side. Tears streamed down Kanan's contorted face as the pain intensified.
She began babbling like a child, begging them to free her from this awful pain she was enduring. That only got Kanan a few more vicious blows to the face that almost snapped her neck. The ringmaster cautioned them that he still had to work on her face, and it required its normal shape to make the work satisfactory for him and his client. That did not stop another of the animals disguised as a human being from grabbing her ears and yanking them straight out from the sides of her head, doing it over and over as she begged for mercy while bile poured from her mouth and nostrils.
He in turn was replaced by still another pervert who grabbed Kanan by the hair and slammed his hard cock into her pursed lips until she opened wide and took it down her throat, gagging her even worse than previously. Now that her throat was plugged tightly, her screams and begging was reduced to zero. The only way one could learn that she was slowly suffocating was the way her eyes dilated, growing wider with each passing moment, and losing focus as well. For the one stretching her asshole to truly unheard of dimensions, only an occasional contraction of her super tight rectum gave him a hint that something was going on in other portions of her body. The one attempting to gain a foothold in her cunt was still struggling to penetrate that pink wall of swollen flesh that prevented his thick cock from making any significant progress. I grew nervous as Kanan's body stiffened and began to shake uncontrollably. Unless she got air into her lungs within another minute or so, she might begin to suffer permanent brain damage. I looked over to the shop owner and saw that he too was becoming a bit concerned over the condition of the schoolteacher.
He finally stepped in and tapped the one suffocating Kanan. It took a few moments for him to come out of his trance, but he quickly removed his cock with a loud pop from Kanan's throat. At about the same time, the one unsuccessfully working on her tight cunt gave up and withdrew. His place was quickly taken by another of the gang who slammed his long, but slender cock into the ebony-skinned victim's cunt and blew past the swollen wall of pink flesh and delved deep into her dripping twat. To every one's amazement, she recovered almost immediately and was soon matching her movements to those grinding down her asshole and pussy. That seemed to annoy the one who was occupying her mouth and he drove his hard length of flesh down her throat, neatly plugging her tight as a drum. It didn't take long for the schoolteacher to start choking and thrashing against the trio that seemed bent on totally destroying her bare body before they killed her.
The sight of Kanan frothing at the mouth as her entire body went into convulsions got to me and I discovered I had an erection that was almost painful. Fortunately for her the shop owner waded into the mob of rapists and dispersed them with blows and shouts. They scattered before his rage, some remaining within the shop, others fleeing to the outside where they congregated to discuss what to do next. The only one who continued to do his best to destroy Kanan's insides was the man originally in her asshole. He continued to widen that tight section of her rectum and slowly work deeper into her straining intestine.
I lost complete control and took over choking her with my cock. I'm not at all sure she knew who was doing this terrible thing to her once more, but it didn't matter to me. My prong was thick enough to lodge securely halfway down her gullet. Her eyes quickly glazed and she struggled like a worm on a barb ready to be launched into the depths. I reached down, grabbed her flat tits and cruelly twisted them as her eyes widened and tears came from them as the pain intensified. The things I planned to do to her once I got Kanan back to Neelem's home ran before my eyes like some news reel. Then I felt the hand of the ringmaster on my shoulder, signaling that it was time to finish the work he had planned for my dark-skinned sex slave.
For some reason I glanced at my watch to discover that it was almost noon. Mentally I summed up what was to occur before she could be brought back to Neelem's house and begin her new life as our private sex slave. Then I corrected myself to include as part of her duties perhaps becoming a low class prostitute as well. This possibility depended upon the demands Neelem and I would place on her as our sex and torture toy. In the event there would be sufficient time for her to ply her alternate trade, Kanan would be made available to the rough trade that frequented some areas within half a mile of where we would be living, hopefully with Sayali as well. It was astonishing how Neelem's daughter had been almost purged from my mind these days. This would never do!
I could hardly wait to watch the ringmaster operate on Kanan's clitoris. We had discussed at length that I wished her seat of sexuality to remain active to a degree. He laughed and guaranteed that it would be more than just a small lump of dead flesh. He would go no further than that open-ended comment. From the small smile that creased his features, I gathered that he had performed this type of operation quite often for his many customers. When pressed further he went to his collection of photographs and showed me some examples of his work. I was truly astonished by what he displayed. His subjects appeared to range from girls just beginning puberty to women who had delivered many children, based on the condition of their genitals and the surrounding region.
One of these women was in her late sixties and still cheating on her husband, the third one she had taken. Her clitoris was swollen to at least twice the size of Kanan's and was purplish in color, now its normal state. Its protective hood had been removed, burned off with an electric needle as she screamed herself hoarse and begged for death from the terrible pain. The ringmaster had taken the better part of two hours to totally remove that layer of flesh and skin. I dared not ask what fate had befallen her. He closed his book and suggested that it was time for Kanan's clitoral operation; to be followed by the tattoos he intended to carve into her face. Finally he would set the rings into the schoolteacher's tongue. Once that was accomplished, both groups of brutes would return to exact the last pound of flesh and whatever liquid they could wring from her bare body.
(To be continued - lex ludite )
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