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Taming Sayali - Chapter 31
A very unhappy Neelem began bitterly complaining about the stench from Kanan's accident. It finally got to the point that I decided that our guest be freed somewhat so she could clean up the mess with her tongue while I supervised her. Neelem in the meantime would retreat from this room until the job was accomplished. Kanan made no attempt to escape once she was freed of her bonds. Suddenly it dawned on me that we were alone and for the first time today I actually looked carefully at her naked body, imaging all the horrible things that would be done to that skinny creature starting tomorrow in the morning. To my shock I also realized I was getting an erection. How could this be possible? Neelem had drained me dry less than a half hour ago. To break the strange mood, I cuffed Kanan across the head and pointed to the stained floor.
"On your knees and start licking up the mess you made this afternoon. If you miss so much as a single spot, I will beat you senseless and throw your bound body into the pit for the insects and rats to enjoy."
I settled down on the chair she had occupied and discovered that her scent had been left behind, making my erection return. Turning away so that she was just a blur in the corner of my eye solved some of the problem. However the noises she made, first licking, then sucking up the dried piss layer that still remained on top of the wood, started to get to me once more. I was sorely tempted to lock her inside the room and see if perhaps Neelem could relieve my sexual tensions once more. It was one glance too many that broke my will. All she was showing was that skinny bird's ass, but the way she moved gave me visual access to her tight bunghole.
It was as if I had lost all command of myself. One moment I was seated, and the next I was hunched over her naked body, my hard cock aching to split those flat cheeks. She seemed to ignore me, still busily licking the floor. However when I grabbed her shoulders and poked my stiff member against her sweaty flesh she stiffened and then seemed to melt against my body. It took some doing to get past her tight sphincter, but this was accomplished. Now we were coupled and I began ramming deeper and deeper into her yielding tunnel. Kanan moaned and started trying to match her movements to mine, allowing me to go deeper and deeper. The sensations was strange at first and then comfortable, as if we had done this one hundred times before and developed an intimacy that would assure our mutual happiness. I have no idea how long it took for me to finally deposit some of my weakened seed into that tight tunnel, but it was a relief to finally have done it.
I put Kanan back to work with my cum dribbling from her ravaged asshole. Watching her move from place to place, her long tongue polishing the worn wooden floor, made me angry for some strange reason. The next thing I was standing over her with my belt wrapped around my fist. The first blow caught her across the shoulders and she attempted to roll away from me, but I followed and whipped her back and flanks as she scampered from place to place until I had her cornered. Grabbing her hair to hold her still, I proceeded to lay the leather to her flat tits and even got a few glancing blows to her face. Strangely she was silent throughout this flurry of anger on my part.
Soon she was kneeling with her head touching the floor, her skinny bottom raised and quite vulnerable. All I could hear was the sound of my belt meeting her sweaty flesh and an occasional gasp from the schoolteacher when a particularly hard blow struck a more sensitive portion of that naked body. I began taunting and cursing her, hinting of what awaited tomorrow as well as tonight. Part of me was unhappy that my cock could not get hard enough for me to sodomize her once more. I vowed that before taking her to see the ringmaster tomorrow, I would split her asshole wide and make sure she had plenty of my hot, morning cum in that dark hole for all to see as she was decorated and raped over and over at the shop.
By the time I allowed Neelem into the room, Kanan was once more gagged and tightly roped to the chair, her back in a painful arch and those shrunken thighs spread wide so we could begin the process of removing her abundant pubic hair. It would be interesting to see what effect a bald pubic mound would project. Would it make her appear more childlike, or perhaps call even more attention to her womanhood as her cunt lips and clit would now be almost totally revealed? Neelem started by using a pair of heavy tweezers to tear out the thick, curly hair guarding Kanan's cunt mouth. It proved to be slow going and Neelem became frustrated. She discarded the tweezers and began trying to rip chunks of hair from Kanan's pubes with her bare hands. I watched and enjoyed the battle, watching Kanan's eyes grow wide as the pain lanced through her sensitive skin. Alas it didn't take long before Neelem's nostrils detected the smell of my cum slowly oozing from Kanan's distended rectum. The look of her face grew hard and I knew I was in for some trouble before this evening ended.
It happened a lot quicker than I thought. Neelem abruptly stopped yanking out Kanan's pubic hair and flounced from the room, telling me in no uncertain terms that her bed was off limits. Part of me rejoiced at this windfall. Kanan was now totally under my power and there was nothing she could do to prevent me from tormenting and humiliating her to my heart's content. Possibly she might look forward to her visit to the ringmaster's shop after I had a turn or so with that skinny body and it's dripping cunt and asshole. Immediately I set to work on denuding her cunt mouth and its surrounding area. The kitchen proved the source for most of the items I wanted to complete this part of the job, yielding some knives, both sharp and dull, as well as a coarse scrubber normally reserved for pots and the likes. However the item that caused her the most concern was the razor I normally used for shaving. It had not been honed for over a week and fit my needs almost perfectly.
For the next couple of hours I tortured Kanan steadily, using the knives to remove the bulk of her pubic hair and then the scrubber to grind the stubble away, leaving a patchwork of shallow scratches and various minor cuts and abrasions in the wake of that devilish little piece of metal. Then it was the razor moving over the same territory and leaving regions that would be fertile grounds for ingrown hairs that would torment her for weeks and even months afterward. I finished her off by using the tweezers that Neelem had left behind to pluck a few almost hidden hairs buried in the folds of the skin surrounding that dripping cunt. I found it most interesting that the pain and discomfort seemed to trigger reactions in her cunt that indicated she was becoming sexually excited. I'd soon find out what that was all about and use it to her disadvantage and for my own nasty pleasure. At this point I was under some type of spell that channeled all my hostility towards this dark-skinned, birdlike creature who was utterly helpless to prevent me from doing anything I wanted to do to her, no matter what the consequences.
I decided to do some experimenting, so I watched Kanan's flat, dead eyes while manipulating her clit, slowly at first and then faster until she was panting. The smell of her sex fluid filled my nostrils; she was indeed becoming quite aroused. I was delighted! Squeezing that fat, still growing lump of flesh literally made her break into a sweat. This evil creature evidently had a powerful sex drive that she successfully sheltered from those she found less than useful for her needs. Had she revealed her needs to Sayali? My guess was that she had, and perhaps had been rejected, which explained some of her strange behavior. Those flat tits now were my focus, and I began by twisting them until tears ran from her eyes and her body was trembling against the ropes that held her to the chair. Yanking them as hard as possible brought similar responses to what twisting did to them. My nails pinched the insides of her thighs and she reacted violently.
My laughter caught her by surprise, then her mood changed when she heard my hints about what she would face tomorrow. I slapped her viciously across the face and enjoyed it so much that I repeated the act. My anger somewhat mollified, it was now the appropriate time to introduce Kanan to the needles. Leaving her to contemplate what would happen next, I departed to retrieve the set of stainless steel needles that I'd purchased sometime ago for just this purpose, but intended for Neelem's disobedient daughter. Her eyes got big when I returned with the needle case and a small brazier that was normally used to keep the tea warm. Once things were set up, the shadow of the flickering flame made patterns on the wall of the dimly lit room. Making her clit grow hard proved a simple matter. The stink of her excited sex was almost more than I could handle, but I persisted.
The first heated needle moved around the perimeter of her wet, fat, throbbing lump of sex flesh. Kanan struggled madly, but was unable to stop the teasing movement of the sharp length of stainless steel. When reheated and applied to the same area this time, Kanan's eyes bulged and the stink of her sex filled the room. She was getting off on the pain! Some invisible hand made me drive the heated needle through the lump of wet meat and she fainted. Again and again I skewered that piece of super sensitive flesh as her unconscious body twitched in rhythm with each jab. Sanity returned for a time and then I could not resist the temptation to try out more of the needles on other portions of her bare body.
When the first heated needle was jabbed through her nipple, Kanan awoke in terror. The reheated needle was used on both nipples and she sobbed and writhed as the pain and fear fought for her mind. I varied matters by sinking another hot spear of steel into the hollow behind her knee and she almost ruptured herself from the agony that it caused. Needle after needle went into her slick, rubbery cunt lips, rarely drawing any blood, but causing plenty of discomfort that manifested itself in the steady stream of oozing cunt sludge that issued from that secret place where according to her, so many men over the years had deposited their sperm. The more I thought of all the stories I'd been told by this sorceress, the more irritated I became. The strangeness took hold once more and I slapped her face over and over, cursing and threatening that she might not survive all the things I wanted done to her beginning this morning, once Mr. Shalimanya's chauffer had transported us to the ringmaster's shop.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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