Taming Sayali
Chapter 7
That evening as I enjoyed Neelem's naked body, tonguing her musky cunt
as it drizzled a steady stream of salty-sweet liquid that I lapped up like a
dog, she announced that on the morrow she would be having a visitor, Kanan
Jorsay, come to discuss a possible arrangement involving her in the
rehabilitation of Sayali. The speed at which that exotic creature had responded
to my suggestion surprised and excited me. Neelem did not spare me from her
sarcasm when it came to any discussion involving Sayali's former teacher. There
could be no doubt that she was extremely suspicious of the treacher's motive for
wanting to become a part of my plan for her daughter. I was teased mercilessly
as I tried to resume my attention to her warm body, running my tongue up and
down the wet trench that divided her fat cunt lips.
"Neither you nor she are fooling me for a moment. You want her and I
think she wants Sayali, and also perhaps you as well. However that is only
secondary to her prime objective, my daughter. I sincerely doubt that her plans
and yours are compatible in the long run. This is the risk you must face if she
joins this little conspiracy."
Her insight was amazingly accurate for one who had not been involved in
the lengthy discussions that had taken place between Kanan and I. It did give
me pause, but it still made a great deal of sense to me. Beside, the possibility
of some kind of relationship with that bird-like woman still was a prospect that
excited and at the same time troubled me. If the current triangle was a
tightrope walk, what would another side add to the complexity?
The next morning I raised Sayali from the pit and let her hang from the
hoist in the hot sun while I went off to the city to do some shopping for
additional items that could be used to tame this beautiful imp. Naturally I
returned to that little shop where I had purchased the flogger and paddle. The
owner recognized me immediately and inquired whether my purchases had been
satisfactory. I smiled and nodded, watching his face light up. I knew he wanted
more details than just a nod, but I decided to use that as a bargaining chip
when it came down to negotiating for whatever I might want to buy.
I wandered through the store noting the magazines dedicated to all forms
of sexual expression and deviance. For some reason I stopped to stare at the
cover of one lurid magazine showing two Indian woman entwined, each lapping the
other's genitals. One was on the plump side with impressive breasts, while the
other was darker and very thin. I quickly replaced them with Neelem and Kanan,
and what I had unconsciously done set me aback. Of course, the ultimate solution
to the problem!
I could have Sayali to myself while her mother and teacher enjoyed each
other. Perhaps there would be times when we would reaarrange our couplings. The
thought of watching Kanan and Sayali licking each other's genitals made me hard.
My dreaming was interrupted by the proprietor, inquiring whether I might wish to
purchase a new video featuring two of the most attractive lesbians now working.
I declined with thanks and then asked him if he could recommend something
designed exclusively for whipping a woman's cunt.
He immediately became animated, almost lively. "The customer wants to
tame the untameable. He seeks to instill fear into the delta of Venus, the
pudenda, the cunt! There are many tools for this purpose, some as old as before
man could write or do all those things that made them civilized creatures,
others reeking with the trappings of modern technology, computer designed, using
space age materials. All for a single purpose; to produce pain in the seat of a
woman's being so that she will subject herself to the male of the species. Be
very sure that this is what you seek, because the degree of success does not
depend upon the implement, but the motive for its use. A simple leather strap
wielded with the correct intentions can tame the most fractious of women. A
magic wand capable of uniformly covering the cunt with the fires of hell cannot
succeed if the intentions of its user are not true to his needs."
This burst of dazzling insight and timeless wisdom rocked me back upon
my heels. What were my intentions? Were they true or poisoned by my own personal
agenda for this lithe, shapely creature with those marvelous breasts, tapering
thighs, a belly perfect in its roundness yet firm to the touch and buttocks that
looked and tasted like the loaves of steaming bread exiting from earthen ovens
that went back thousands of years? I was not able to answer his question to my
satisfaction and the triumphant look on his face told me he knew that. I held my
hands outstretched, palms up and open, the sign of indecision or doubt. He
smiled and shrugged, then beckoned for me to follow him as he headed for another
area deep within the recesses of his shop.
When we arrived at our destination, he took out a key and opened a large
wooden display box revealing a collection of handcrafted whips. He looked toward
me and smiled, then spoke. I hung on every word.
"These are the ones designed to fill the trench without damaging the
walls that contain it. Once the user controls the whip, he may inflict terrible
pain on the woman's most private preserve. Without truly understanding the power
of these implements, a man may make her unavailable for penetration for weeks or
even months. What does it gain one to conquer the enemy's city but be unable to
use it for his own ends? Of course there are those who have given up the idea of
keeping their woman faithful and substitute her loss of availability to all as a
victory for themselves. How foolish is that man to destroy everything and
salvage nothing. It is better in the beginning to allow the woman to lightly
taste the fruits of her deceit rather than force her to gorge on them. One
stroke is more powerful than twenty, and two may overcome the most stubborn of
their kind if spaced properly."
In sober reflection of what I heard, it was obvious that much of what he
said was mere platitudes, common sense wrapped in brightly colored paper. But
hidden within this plethora of words were a few jewels that did not become
obvious until I confronted Sayali with my carefully chosen whip in hand. Even
the selection process forced me to reveal more than I wished to this old man.
He spoke of young flesh as opposed to that more seasoned. The former
able to absorb more and recover quickly for a further dose while the more
seasoned demanded a carefully planned set of smaller punishments that acting
together caused terrible pain, but left the offending flesh still able to handle
a slightly smaller set perhaps a bit later than one younger, but equally
effective in changing her deportment. He explained the subtle distinctions
between woman of the same age who were married, being courted or playing the
field. The former responded more quickly to an application of force than those
still free of commitment, perhaps not so surprising.
With all this information rattling around in my head I made my choice. I
selected a round, snake-like strand with a heft to it. This could do some
serious damage if wielded improperly, but in the right hands it would be an
effective argument against whatever behavior was being discussed between the
woman or girl, and myself. I found myself becoming erect as I hefted the whip,
imagining that it was biting into Sayali's fresh fleshed cunt, splattering her
sex juices to the wind. My erection grew even more sustained when Sayali changed
into Kanan, thighs eagerly spread to absorb my anger with her pain. Finally I
reached the point that unless I diverted my thoughts I would explode, thus
forcing away the image of Neelem, bound to our bed with an enigmatic smile on
her face as the lash split her fat lipped cunt. My struggles were not lost to
the shop's owner.
When I returned to the outside world I was amazed to discover that many
hours had gone by. It would be wise for me to begin my journey back to Neelem's
home in hopes of encountering Kanan before she took her leave. I mounted my
bicycle and joined the throngs of riders, pumping my legs automatically as I
reviewed all I had experienced today. By the time I reached my destination, some
new and more radical thoughts had begun to surface, almost unbidden.
The house was deserted, so I made for the courtyard where Sayali was
being kept. I caught the trio unawares, thus I could observe them without
revealing myself. Sayali was hanging from her wrists, her sweaty body still
attached to the hoist which had been moved to keep her body cooking in the still
brutal rays of the sun. From where I was standing I could clearly see the many
fresh marks that had been made on her naked body, especially concentrated on her
firm breasts and that plump triangle below.
Presently Neelem was standing behind her daughter and was using the
weighted paddle to smash her bottom as Kanan mercilessly drilled the girl on the
subject of the Sepoy Rebellion. "What year did the rebellion begin?" Sayali's
chin rested on the hollow near her throat, eyes closed and breasts heaving and
falling as if she were running a race. I heard the paddle explode against her
bare flesh and watched the girl twitch and try to shake off the pain in the same
manner that a horse would attempt to shed flies.
"Answer me you insolent girl or your mother will wallop that plump
bottom until it looks as if you were an African tribes woman." To emphasize her
point, she nodded to Neelem who laid another ferocious hit to her daughter's
rump. Sayali groaned and whispered in a voice evidently parched from lack of
water, "1857, it started in 1857." The dark skinned woman smiled grimly and
asked, "When did it end?" The girl sighed and croaked, "1858, no 1859, I think."
Kanan cleared her throat, a sign of her growing irritation with Sayali's
response. "Let me have the flogger again, this impudent young animal needs
another taste of its magic." Neelem smiled and handed over the leather club-like
implement that Sayali had obviously experienced quite often today. Kanan was
still not very skilled with the flogger, but she rained a series of vicious hits
on the girl's breasts, some striking square, others sliding from Sayali's
dripping flesh. Kanan paused and looked to Neelem for some kind of signal. As
soon as Sayali's mother nodded, Kanan began using the flogger on Sayali's
swollen cunt, smashing her blood bloated lips flat and splitting open her slit
with more than one blow. The girl weathered the storm and hung there trying to
recover her composure, her body shaking and twitching from the pain that
radiated from her bruised crotch.It was then that I chose to announce myself,
catching the two women by surprise.
"You seem to be getting along famously, I'm delighted. However poor
Sayali looks a bit bedraggled. I hope you haven't been overdoing it in your zeal
to tame this naughty impish girl. I know from personal experience that a brute
force approach is not the answer for this one. She must be trained slowly and
very carefully, her taming will take a great deal of time and energy on the part
of us all."
Both of them were caught off guard by my sudden appearance and as I
spoke they exchanged nervous glances. I was surprised that Kanan seemed a bit
unsure of herself, after all she had gained the support of Neelem in this
project, and this was critical to her cause. She certainly knew I was on her
side as well. I approached Sayali and took in the damage they had produced. I
was sorely tempted to squeeze those bruised breasts to hear her squeal in pain.
I was close enough to smell her scent through the dirt and sweat that covered
her.
To my amazement I also detected the smell of her cunt's secretions. I
looked carefully at her shaven vulva, swollen from the brutal beatings she had
endured today, and saw that it was oozing a dribble of cunt juice, no doubt
about that. The reason for this obvious display of sexual excitement was a
mystery to me. Was there something between her and Kanan that I knew nothing
about? Was she becoming addicted to the pain she was experiencing daily? Did it
have anything to do with my appearance? Please let that be true, I thought. I
decided to take command of the situation immediately, realizing that any
hesitation on my part could spell trouble for my plans for the girl.
As I turned to face the ladies, I was confronted by a challenge from
Kanan. With a small smile she held out the flogger she had been using to beat
Sayali's breasts and cunt and offered to let me have a crack at the little
tramp. She sugar coated her foray by complimenting me on the pit and suggesting
that Sayali needed to feel my male strength brought to bear on her. I refused to
take the bait and instead asked a few pointed questions.
"From the looks of your student, it has been some time since she has had
any water. It is very difficult to concentrate when one is parched and exposed
to the rays of the Indian summer sun as well. Has the girl been hanging here all
day? That would have been a serious mistake if true. She is many things, but a
dumb brute is not one of them. I would suggest, no, I insist that she be given
something to drink, be fed, and then allowed to rest in the shade before being
returned to the pit for the evening. I presume that Ms Jorsay is joining us for
dinner. There is much for the three of us to discuss about my plan."
The two of them fell all over each other trying to respond as quickly as
possible to my orders.I had regained control of the situation for the moment. I
intended to solidify it before another day dawned. From the corner of my eye I
could see a little grin crossing the face of my student, not theirs. There was
hope yet for my quest to tame this dusky sex goddess.
(To be continued)
