Taming Sayali
Chapter 17
It took me a moment to regain my equilibrium, especially when one of the
persons in my dream was here shaking me to wakefulness. My eyes had still not
become accustomed to the darkness, but what I could make out of Kanan was most
intriguing. This exotic creature of the skies did not appear to have any
clothing covering her body, a most brazen overture, and one, which I was in the
mood to accept with no conditions given or asked. It was she who was now the
aggressor, and must be shown that all deference should be given to her potential
bed partner.
There was no difficulty in making out her gleaming teeth, a sign that
perhaps she was there in the darkness smiling at my present befuddlement. Her
bony hand tightened its grip on my wrist and began pulling, trying to entice me
to my feet so she could lead me to her bed. I feigned clumsiness, which gave me
the opportunity to grope her body and ascertain that indeed she was devoid of
any clothing.
She laughed softly and her hand felt for my crotch. The moment it came
in contact she knew that I was aroused, and she stifled her pleased reaction to
this discovery. Then I felt her tongue at my lips, first licking across them
before pressing forward and insinuating itself into my mouth. My hands found her
almost muscular buttocks and pressed her bare body into mine as her tongue moved
like a snake, exploring the insides of my mouth as she enjoyed the intimate
contact between our bodies.
In another moment I might have flung myself upon her and taken this
birdlike creature on Neelem's kitchen floor. What a sight that would have made
for my hostess and semi-employer! Instead I allowed myself to be led down the
dark hallway toward the room that Kanan occupied. My eyes had adjusted to the
low level of light by now and I could see her nearly flat ass twitching from
side to side as she led the way to our bed where we would mate like two
creatures of the wild, not caring a fig if our erotic struggling woke Neelem or
her deceitful daughter.
Kanan did not make it easy for me to conquer her. She bit me on the lip
and squirmed away from my grasp on more than one occasion. Once I thought I had
her pinned to the mattress and was planning my entry, when she not so gently
kneed me in a very vulnerable spot and scooted away from me. I persisted,
growing more angry with each twist and turn this mating dance took. Perhaps that
was her intent, for suddenly she ceased struggling, becoming limp and so very
malleable, like a heated piece of metal that had finally reached its yield
point.
Kanan's surrender caught me off guard and so I persisted in my attempts
to restrain her, grabbing her thin wrists in one hand and roughly pulling them
over her head. She made no effort to escape my firm grip, shifting her body in
such a manner as to make penetrating her a simple task. "You don't have to tie
my hands to the bedposts like many men did, I am your prisoner as much as that
evil teenager who even now is plotting a way to make you believe in her
innocence." Those words from the teacher told me that she still feared the
competition coming from Sayali.
At this point in time I was consumed with the urge to conquer Kanan, to
bend her to my will, even grind her under my foot, so great was the heat of my
passion. I was determined to make her my slave, not like her brothers, or her
other masters and mistresses while she had been at the university, but as the
one who controlled her every movement, no matter how trivial. My intellect had
been overcome by my emotions, not the best of situations. Still, the sense of
power that blossomed when she guided my stiff cock into the swamp that was her
cunt, was a tremendous joy to me, and I made the most of it.
There is no way that I can adequately describe the feelings and
sensations that raced through me as I possessed this exotic creature at last,
under my terms so I thought. This was not love-making, this was a conquest! No,
let's be honest, in a sense it was a rape and I loved every moment of it. I
looted her body with the same degree of pleasure that must have come to the
barbarians that sacked the centers of Western culture and civilization. Kanan
made no effort to resist anything that I chose to do to her that night and there
were very few things that I did not try in an effort to thoroughly destroy her
will to fight me. To me, in my state of near frenzy, overcoming her physically,
making her gasp from the pain of the way I penetrated her, and where I chose to
pentrate her as well, was my sole objective. By the time that the wave of rage
had broken over me and began ebbing we were wallowing in what felt like a pool
of viscous liquid that was the sum of our sweat, semen, vaginal secretions,
saliva and even blood, a considerable amount considering the nature of our
activity.
The bite mark on my lip was nothing compared to the damage my teeth had
done to her unprotected body which she had offered up as a sacrifice to my most
hidden animal urges as well as the desire for conquest. I discovered blood under
my nails that matched the deep furrows I had raked into her sweating flesh as I
sodomized her while she spread her arms out to symbolize her acceptance of my
will and power over her body. I vaguely remembered sinking my teeth into her
shoulder as I took her from the side, driving my steely weapon into her humid,
hot, yielding tunnel of tightening flesh that enveloped my member as it battered
mindlessly against the walls of her vagina. It had been a total massacre,
nothing had survived of her personality or humanity. She was my property, to do
with as I saw fit.
We lay side by side in our own secretions, too tired to even move from
the cold wetness that surrounded our sweaty bodies. Kanan leaned over and
slipped her tongue into my mouth while at the same time she massaged my tired
cock in hopes of perhaps arousing it for another attack on her sore, well
stretched tunnel of lust. I in turn pinched her stiff nipples cruelly,
luxuriating in the apparent power I now held over her.
My little bird whimpered in pain, only spurring me on to greater excess.
I began pulling her sore nubbins to their limit and then releasing them to fall
back to her bony chest; Kanan made very little response, choking back the gasps
of pain that normally might issue from her mouth. Even when I deliberately
scratched open some of the furrows I'd made previously, that were now covered
with dried blood, she made very little protest, holding her body rigid to
indicate to me that I controlled her every movement.
I was so tempted to make her do something humiliating such as emptying
her bladder into the chamber pot by the bed while I looked on and made some
snide comments concerning her lack of physical attractiveness. Then I thought of
perhaps ordering her to go to Sayali's room and lick the girl's cunt until she
made her orgasm. In retrospect I now believe that I'd taken leave of my senses
and was metaphorically running around on all fours rooting in the earth for
sustenance. I may have been insane for a time, but it was marvelous. I had no
concerns, no qualms about what my actions might bring, I was invulnerable!
As I lay on my back staring at the ceiling Kanan shifted herself so that
she could begin sucking my limber cock. I sighed at the situation in which I
found myself. Here I was less than fifty feet from Neelem's bedroom enjoying the
attentions of her main rival. I thought of all the ways the four of us were so
entwined. There was the rivalry between Kanan and Neelem for my affections, a
situation where I was bound to succeed, the only issue being would it be with
one or both of them.
Then there was the rivalry between the three of us for that teen
temptress, Sayali. Was this unformed girl-woman worth the effort? Would the
winner have gotten a prize of great value or just a shiny bauble that would soon
lose its attraction? Buried within this rivalry was my own subset of foes,
intellect versus loins. Could there ever be some type of accommodation between
those warring factions?
My musings were interrupted by Kanan's tongue which now was swirling
over the top of my stiff member. I was surprised and delighted to be able to
once more penetrate her to the fullest and enjoy her little grunts and gasps as
I did my best to break down any hidden defenses she may have placed in the way
of my complete conquest of her. I rolled over and sank myself into her yielding
flesh and began to plumb its depths once more, having lost count of the number
of times I'd wormed my way deep into her wet, hot grotto, leaving donations of
my essence behind once I had my way with her.
Once more we rested from our labors, admittedly still not completely
satiated. The thought of sodomizing her again was already beginning to percolate
through my fevered brain. Perhaps this time I might make her mount me and impale
herself on my stiff sword while I guided her movements with only the touch of my
fingertips on her sweating flanks as she moved up and down grunting in pain as
my hard cock moved in and out of her tight tube. The idea of Kanan being the
very instrument to cause herself so much pain excited me no end. It was then
that my partner in lust gave me another marvelous opportunity to further degrade
her and make her even more insecure about our relationship.
Kanan made the mistake of inquiring whether I was dreaming when she
awoke me. When I said I was, she brought trouble down upon her. "Was I in your
dream?" Kanan asked, obviously hoping for a positive response. I told her yes,
but then took the liberty of having her change places with Sayali in the dream I
was having. She persisted, wanting to hear more details, but I at first refused
her request, leading her on into my trap. Finally I gave her my edited version
of the dream and watched the expression on her face as she listened to what I
had fabricated.
"Sayali and I were walking on a stony beach. It was extremely hot, so
much so that we were carrying parasols to protect ourselves from the blistering
sun. I held a leash in my hand that ran to a metal collar around your neck. You
were stark naked and crawling on your hands and knees across the burning stones.
I could see that your buttocks and back were covered with deep weals and gashes.
Sayali and I had beaten you with a bamboo cane just before taking you for this
outing so you could relieve yourself. We were discussing the fact that you were
beginning to show that you were expecting, but as yet we had been unable to
discover who had fathered the child growing within you. Sayali was telling me
that she wanted to use the cane on your belly in hopes that it would finally
loosen your tongue. I was still unsure of her approach and was preparing to
argue against her idea. That is when you awoke me. I must admit it took some
time for me to come to grips with reality. Reality has proven to be most
satisfying when compared to my dream existence."
I reveled in the look of despair that took over her face as she listened
intently to the story of my "dream". Then she burst into tears and for a moment
I was tempted to reveal my dishonesty about the dream, but held fast, refusing
to show my slave to-be any consideration or mercy. I had plans for her that went
well beyond the type of mental torment to which she had just been subjected.
In the mood I was in, I began to question almost everything she had told
me concerning her life. Was it true that her father and then her brothers
subjugated and sexually abused her without her consent, or was there more to
this tale that she was concealing. I would beat the truth from her even if it
meant seriously harming her; after all, if my slave was also a liar, what good
was she to me? I pointed toward my flaccid organ and she immediately went to
work hardening it so that I could once more have her body. This time I would
take her anally, enjoying her attempts to suppress the pain that she was
enduring.
Kanan's head was buried in her folded arms which tensed every time my
cock thrust deep between her clenched cheeks. I had developed a good rhythm and
was working hard to make her cry out from the brutal battering my hard cock was
giving her tender rectal area. It felt as if I had a bar of steel attached to my
crotch, so excited had I become. I wondered if it would be the same if I was
rutting deep inside Sayali's anal passageway. Perhaps I might find out sooner
than later. Then I heard a loud gasp that came from the doorway to the room.
"What are you doing to her? Have you two no shame at all?"
I immediately recognized Neelem's shocked voice, but made no effort to
cease my incessant probing of Kanan's anus. I raised my body a bit more to give
me more power and drove that bar of steel into her yielding tunnel; this time
eliciting a muffled cry from my slave to-be. I felt as if I could continue
reaming her out for as long as it took to make her beg for mercy. I ignored
Neelem and continued to sodomize my victim as she began to grunt more loudly
with each thrust her tender asshole absorbed. I have no idea how long it took to
make her sob and then beg me to give her some relief from the increasing pain
that was radiating from her tortured bowels. It was during this assault that
Neelem took her leave; I never was aware of her exit, so busy as I with puishing
my new conquest.
When this surrender happened, I pulled my slime coated cock from her
bottom hole and slapped her hard across her ass while ordering her to roll over
so she could take my cock in her mouth and get me off, being sure to not only
swallow every drop, but to make certain that it glistened with her saliva after
she had finished removing any trace of whatever had attached itself to my
member. When she finished I realized my bladder was full and so as she watched,
totally spent from trying to fight off my almost continuous assaults, I used the
chamber pot, grinning down triumphantly on my defeated prey.
For the briefest of moments I considered making her drink the contents
of the pot, knowing full well that in her current submissive state it was more
than likely she would obey my order. Instead I made her squat over the pot, her
thighs wide spread to reveal her swollen and obviously very sore pubes that had
taken a thorough beating from many assaults I unleashed upon her willing body.
Then I made her wait for a few long minutes, the muscles controlling her urethra
being pushed to their limit, before allowing her to noisily blend her urine with
mine.
To make certain that she knew her new position in life, namely to be my
slave and dedicate herself to satisfying my needs and whims wherever and
whenever they occurred, I made her accompany me to the kitchen. I had dressed in
pants and a loose top, the clothing I'd worn last evening. Kanan was as naked as
the day she was born and it was painfully obvious from the secretions drooling
from both her vagina and anus that she had been having sex almost the entire
night.
Neelem's face darkened as she saw us entering her kitchen. She angrily
pointed a trembling finger at my companion and declared her to be a devil or
worse and ordered her from the room. I looked at her scornfully and asked what
was wrong. It appeared for a moment that Neelem was going to have apoplexy, so
strangled and ruddy did her voice and complexion become. By the time she
recovered her equilibrium I had seated myself at the table and poured a cup of
tea, searching for the buns that Neelem normally put out as part of breakfast.
Finding none,I arched my eyebrows in a questioning way and she got almost white
faced.
I think that when I snapped my fingers and pointed to my feet, causing
Kanan to begin crawling toward me, Neelem lost her composure totally. She began
to scream hysterically at me at the same time she directed a number of vcious
kicks at my naked slave, who managed to avoid them, and continue her advance to
where I sat. Neelem made a movement toward me that I stopped in an instant with
one finger that was pointed toward her face. When I wagged it, she moved back a
step, demonstrating her fear of what was happening in her own home. At that
point I decided to end this farce and throw down the gauntlet, so to speak.
"Neelem, I am very disappointed in your attitude and the way you are
treating Kanan. I will not be embarrassed by your irrational behavior any
longer. I shall take my leave from your home and you and Sayali will have to
reach some type of arrangement that allows you both to function in whatever way
makes the most sense. We were so close to finally discovering the correct path
for your daughter to follow so that she could grow and prosper and be a comfort
to you in the years to come before she married and began to have her own family
which would have honored you as her mother. That's all gone now; I am very sorry
that you have chosen to let your emotions rule your intellect. Kanan and I will
now go from your home and probably never again see its insides." Neelem never
said a word and so Kanan and I departed shortly thereafter and took up residence
in her small apartment.
( To be continued)
