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Taming Sayali - Chapter 37
Now that the riffraff had been temporarily banished from the shop, it was time for the final touches to my new slave's countenance as well as her seat of sexuality. The ringmaster estimated that it might take up to two hours to carefully shave most of the protection from her clitoris. He argued that giving her an opiate would calm Kanan and make his job much easier. My stance on the issue was that the more pain and suffering she experienced the better for my own enjoyment. In addition she would be made aware of every step that was being taken to bring her sexuality under my total control. If he would receive additional compensation for the extra work it would cause him he would agree to my plan, otherwise his original plan would be put into practice. I did some quick mental calculations and agreed to pay him extra from my meager savings. It would be all or nothing once this was completed. Either Neelem would accept my slave and me, as well as put her wayward daughter under my discipline, or I would leave and return to the university with Kanan. Under those conditions a few more rupees made no difference.
Before he got down to the serious portion of his work, there still was the matter of her tongue and the tattoos for her face. He brought out a metal mask that he would use to hold her face steady while he etched the symbols into her cheeks, brow, lips and even her eyelids. The last area was something he wanted to do just to perfect his art. I was astonished that such work could be done, especially if the subject was conscious and aware. Kanan put up a tremendous struggle against our efforts to get her strapped down to the table and affix the metal mask to her head. I managed to get in quite a few punches to her groin and swollen tits. The latter did the most damage and brought most of her struggling to an end. My companion looked at me as if he had not seen me previously.
"You have much hatred in you for this drudge. Personally I would not waste time or money on such a misfit. She is more suitable for the streets, selling her body for whatever you can get, rather then pay good money for my artwork."
Little did he know about my nemesis and how she had gotten in my way as I tried to dominate Neelem and even more importantly her daughter, Sayali. This scrawny, black-skinned woman was the key to my future in one-way or another. I finished pulling the last strap tight around her flat chest, making breathing a major effort of the will and a constant source of fear that her lungs would soon fail from the exertion. I looked across the table and saw him taking out an electric needle that would be used to carve the symbols into her flesh. The mask worked quite well, immobilizing much of her face. He began in the area just above her heavy eyebrows, injecting ink into her skin. It seemed as if her coal black skin was absorbing the ink without any visible evidence that is was there. My reaction was one of distress, but he continued to work, making his invisible map on her brow. Finally the needle was silenced and he stepped back with a small smile. He looked over at me and smiled broadly, touching his finger to the side of one nostril like a puckish imp. What did he know that was beyond my ken? I soon found out and defeat changed to triumph.
He picked up a syringe and proceeded to inject the areas that had the ink. Every injection brought a shrill scream of agony from Kanan. For every scream I gave her a vicious blow to her upper thighs or just above her swollen cunt mouth, still drooling thick ropes of cum from the previous gang of rapists.. Kanan became hysterical and even my companion was smiling at the amount of pain this simple process was producing. After the last injection, he stepped back and pointed at what was happening in those areas. The skin began to swell into narrow ridges, neatly outlining the symbols. Unless the swelling receded, and it hadn't in the past, those markings were permanent. I was delighted at his assurance.
It took nearly two hours for the rest of the tattoos to be etched into her black skin. On each cheek, for all to see was the word "WHORE" in two different dialects. Her full lips now were branded with entwined serpents. The markings on her eyelids were the work of genius. Half of each lid was covered with a thick ridge of swollen skin that prevented the lid from fully closing or opening. I wondered how she would handle being strung up out in the cruel sun for the entire day. Would the sun's rays ultimately burn her eyes to cinders, or would she manage to move her head sufficiently to prevent her sensitive orbs from intersecting the intense light. I'm sure it would be a most entertaining day watching Kanan's struggle against blindness.
Our efforts were disturbed by the pounding on the door to the establishment. There were still a few hours of daylight, but we decided that letting the mob of perverts have their way with Kanan would satisfy them and leave us to work undisturbed for as long as it took to finish the work on her body. This time we freed Kanan completely and then let in the mob to do with her as they pleased. It was a massacre. They had plenty of time to plan this all out attack on my slave, and it showed in the way they restrained her and allotted time for each of them to have their way with Kanan. Her tattoos caused a sensation for a time once the thin straps were used to cinch her arms and wrists tightly together. No attempt was made to do anything about her legs, which after all that had gone on this day were barely able to support her emaciated body. What made the eyes of the ringmaster grow wide was when two of them brought in a small barrel. He knew what its purpose was, to make Kanan's body, especially her asshole and cunt, easily available to her rapists.
The majority of the men remained outside to wait their turn. No more than four men were inside at any time. Usually there was a cock in at least two of her holes; slamming her silly while the next pair eagerly waited their turn to show her just how inferior she was. Kanan passed out often, but they never seemed to mind since her holes never closed. They moved her from face up to face down, depending on the needs of her rapists. She was more responsive to when her asshole was breached and reamed out with swift, powerful strokes. I couldn't help but remember her tales of being the sex slave of the cricket team. If I recall, they used a barrel on some occasions. By the time half the mob had taken their pound of flesh, Kanan's cunt and asshole were so distended they never closed regardless if a cock was inside or not.
They took to scooping out the huge quantities of sperm from her cunt and forcing Kanan to swallow it. A few of the less sanitary ones among the mob did the same with her asshole and forced her to suck their cum sodden fingers until they glistened. The few members of the mob that were left did their best to further humiliate Kanan, but she was beyond caring until one of them forced his semi hard cock into her mouth and made her drink his piss. It was monkey see, monkey do, after that. In a sense they were doing my slave a service, since she had not had any liquid since well before leaving the house early this morning. She gulped as much of it as they could provide until her flat belly had rounded nicely. The ringmaster ordered them to gag Kanan to make sure that there would be no accidents in his shop. However that approach had its drawbacks as well. Now while she was being fucked stupid the pressure on her belly was sufficient to make her spew piss from her nostrils. That infuriated the ringmaster who called an end to this session and drove the remaining members of the mob from his shop, who left behind the barrel as they now had no use for it.
I pulled Kanan out behind the shop, put her over the barrel and gave her a sound thrashing that left her limp and nearly senseless. It did my heart good to see the terror in her eyes when I told her there was much more for her to suffer before I took her back to Neelem's where the real fun would begin and perhaps never end for her. I felt powerful as I dragged the naked schoolteacher by her hair into the shop for the rest of her treatments. I had changed my plans for her tongue. Since she was two-faced and seemed in league with a demon, she would have no use for speaking. However I was most interested in making sure that she could still utter noises to indicate just how unhappy she was at any given time.
The ringmaster was taken aback by my new plans for Kanan's tongue. I wanted a large stud to be put as far back onto the tongue as possible. This would make swallowing a chore under any set of conditions. I wanted the stud to be roughened so that any contact with the inside of her mouth would have the potential for yielding a sore as a minimum and something far worse with luck. His eyes popped when I told him that I wanted her tongue to be split from the tip back to as close to the stud as possible. I wished him to install small sharp-edged studs in both segments to add to her general discomfort and make any attempt at speech unintelligible. He muttered to himself about the hatred I showed toward this poor drudge. He told me the changes I wished would require a higher fee than we even had renegotiated. At this point, money had lost its allure for me, and so he received his fee now. With that payment I was without any funds except for a small stipend I received from the university every month.
She put up a tremendous struggle despite her restraints, but thanks to my efforts with the forceps the ringmaster was able to pierce her tongue with what looked like a paper punch. There was a lot of blood and Kanan did her best to swallow it all but had a coughing fit that incapacitated her. Installing the stud proved to be a simple process despite her struggles. Her efforts annoyed me and I made her pay with a number of hard punches to the groin. In my mind I saw her hanging from her wrists, her body covered with deep gashes from the bullwhip I was using to strip the skin from her body. The next step in the procedure involved cauterizing the wound in her tongue. This was done by heating the stud while I held fast to her tongue and tried not to think of what that terrible odor implied. Fortunately Kanan passed out once more. I was beginning to wonder if she was strong enough to handle what was to follow.
Splitting her tongue and installing the twin, sharp-edged studs proved to be an easy process since Kanan was still unconscious. Her breathing was shallow but regular, indicating she could still handle a few more shocks to her nervous system. The ringmaster took a brief rest and then pulled out his special tools to use when he shaved Kanan's clitoris to make it incredibly sensitive. He ordered me to make sure that Kanan was securely strapped to the table. I enjoyed cinching those straps even tighter, especially across her swollen tits that by now must be throbbing from all the abuse they had taken today. Next he had me open her cunt lips so he could get at her clitoral hood. The man knew what he was doing. He pulled the hood back to gauge the size of Kanan's clit when it was not aroused. He wet his fingertip and began rubbing that nubbin of flesh, making it respond even though she was still unconscious. This was a most educational experience. I had never watched that hot button grow as it became excited. I had never paused in what I was doing to her to see its size and how hard it became as the blood poured into it.
Removing the hood was a messy project and much blood was shed. Kanan moaned and gasped, as much as her split tongue would allow. Her entire body tried to rise from the table when he burned the bleeding areas with his jeweler's torch, passing the flame over the area quickly and returning again and again until the sizzling flesh had turned to a hard black crust. It was a strange vision that the remains of her clitoris presented. It was a large reddish lump throbbing with blood surrounded by a barren, blackened landscape. Now the tricky part came into play. The ringmaster had to properly estimate the distance to allow so that the metal spines of the two studs would properly fence the clit from growing too large when it was excited. That would create the ultimate control of her sexuality. How much pain would she be willing to accept for some degree of sexual excitement? That was a question that might take months, even years to establish, all the while sending her over and over to a hell on earth as she grappled with her own sexuality and its needs.
It was the ringmaster who reminded me of my desire to have spiked metal balls embedded into the insides of Kanan's thighs to prevent her from ever closing them against any man or woman who desired to use her cunt. With me assisting, he made incisions in the four spots I wished and seated the balls into them, depending on the spikes to anchor them securely while the incisions closed, locking them in place. I doubted if I'd ever have reason to wish them to be removed. Now all that remained was for him to photograph his efforts for his scrapbook. While he did that I roused Kanan who was in great pain and made contact with my old friend, Mr. Shalimanya. His chauffeur would be around to transport us to Neelem's residence within the hour, leaving plenty of time to make sure everything was done properly before we took our leave. For a moment I mused about his use of words when describing where I was staying. There were too many other issues to handle to bother about this trivial misunderstanding and its meaning.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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