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Taming Sayali - Chapter 38
A beaten, raped, tortured, unconscious Kanan was gagged, her wrists cuffed behind her back and ankles manacled. I waited impatiently for the limousine to arrive so I could take her home and begin to torture her immediately upon our arrival. My mind was that of an animal eager to tear its prey apart. The trip acted to calm me down somewhat, knowing that Kanan was only a few feet from me and utterly helpless, unable to escape. I started to prepare for my discussion with Neelem concerning my new slave and her destiny. Logically she might think me to have gone mad. That impression had to be eliminated even before I walked through the door. Even I was astonished at how much damage had been done to Kanan's body without killing her. That triggered another set of fears in me. What if she were to die of her wounds during the night or tomorrow or next week? What would I do then? Would Neelem tolerate my presence despite such a disaster that could be traced easily to my intense hatred of the dark schoolteacher? Would her untimely death ruin forever my chances to dominate and use Sayali in much the same way as I brutalized Kanan? Would the authorities descend and take me off to prison for the rest of my days?
It was almost dark by the time the limousine deposited my senseless companion and me at Neelem's front door. She was standing there, arms folded, as the chauffeur with my assistance dragged the pouch containing Kanan from the trunk. I retrieved its dazed occupant and thanked the man for his help. He saluted and returned to his automobile, leaving us to whatever we had planned for the ruined body of the black-skinned schoolteacher. Without a word Neelem led the way to the little room where Kanan had spent most of her time when she wasn't outside taking a whipping from me. The moment she got a good look at what was left of Kanan she let out a gasp the likes of which I'd never heard from her previously.
"What have you done to that degenerate wretch? She looks to be at death's door. Why did you have her disfigured this way? Who could ever look at her and not turn away? This is monstrous! Mr. Shalimanya was right about you. How could I become so enamored by one so cruel? To think that I nearly allowed you to get your filthy hands on my daughter for an extended time; thank the gods that she is safely away from you. What would have become of her and perhaps me as well if left under your control?"
The tirade was not unexpected, but the length and rancor was another story entirely. No sense in adding fuel to the fire, so I took my leave and made sure that Kanan would survive the night. Afterward I got my second shock. Neelem informed me that my days as her bedmate were at an end. She had made up a bed in another room and expected me to use it until I found another place to live. As for Kanan, she wanted my slave to be out of her sight until we both took our leave. That stunning order simply exploded my grandiose plans into smithereens. What was I to do now?
As it turned out, my long day at the ringmaster's shop had wearied me. I would not have been able to satisfy Neelem, even if matters had not taken such a bad turn. On the way to my bed I checked on Kanan. She was conscious but in great pain from the way her limbs were thrashing and the numerous open wounds that were bleeding from her struggles. I could not resist playing with my sex toy. I opened her cunt lips to see in what state her clit was. It had shrunk considerably while she had been unconscious. My finger acted independently, moving to the little ball of flesh and gently stroking it. Kanan did her best to ignore the teasing her clit was experiencing, but it overwhelmed her sense of survival. The lump grew fatter and started to push against the twin metal balls with the sharp edges. My thumb joined the fray and pressed down on that ever-growing lump. Now her clit was mushroom shaped, with its edges being tested by the much sharper edges on the metal balls.
I was glad I'd kept the gag in place. She was still capable of causing a disturbance if left alone. I gave her clit a pinch and a thin line of blood appeared from its contact with one of the sharp edges of the metal balls sandwiching her hot button. Despite my exhaustion I still found enough energy to jam my fingers into her cunt, amazed at the wetness they encountered. I leaned over and whispered into her ear that she had once more proven what an unreconstructed slut she was, and tomorrow she would suffer greatly for this breach of decorum.
The next morning I was shocked when Neelem announced that she had asked her new friend, Mr. Shalimanya, for assistance. He had generously offered shelter for Kanan and me at her bequest. It was then that everything came into place. While my mentor and friend had been so very helpful while I was doing my best to tame Sayali, he had begun to make overtures to Neelem unbeknownst to me. This insidious approach had paid dividends at last. Now he was acting to make sure I was totally removed from the situation that was developing between him and Neelem. For a man his age and wealth, Neelem with her property and womanly charms would be a great prize. So much the better if it would also include her teenage daughter, Sayali, now his to tame and in the future even enjoy with Neelem's permission of course. As for myself, I was finished. My only gain would be Kanan. Then again he might just be biding his time until I had to return to the university, leaving her to his tender mercies. What a fool I had allowed myself to become, outfoxed by the wily old shopkeeper who was much more than he appeared.
How ironic that on the very next day the limo arrived to disgorge Mr. Shalimanya and take on as its passengers Kanan and myself. She was still incoherent from the pain associated with her wounds, not to mention that some of the settings had become infected. The chauffeur even wrinkled his nostrils as we loaded Kanan's naked body into the pouch for the long trip to where we would stay until arrangements could be made for me to return to the university. The issue of Kanan's master was yet to be determined. I hadn't thought it through whether I wanted to be responsible for a person unable to speak and perhaps even not able to take care of herself without assistance. However, all I could think of was seeing Sayali for perhaps the last time. This ate away at my insides as the limousine made the lengthy trek to the place where the renegade monks had taken up residence.
As it turned out, the battle for Sayali was still raging at the enclave occupied by the monks. The avatar monks were under a sort of siege from the other, smaller group. Those monks had cut off the supply of water and prevented access to the cache of food that all had shared prior to the great schism. The head monk of the avatar group with a few trusted followers were spending most of their time interrogating Sayali, who stubbornly refused to give up any information about her life in the outside world. A great deal was made about the inscriptions in the webbing between her toes. One of the monks was familiar enough with them to translate their meaning. They were minor demons of a failed sect he had once been a member. This did not sit well with the monk in charge. Despite her best efforts to explain, the monk was not convinced that Sayali was free of those demons. He based much of his feelings on the way she enjoyed having relations with animals, even though they might be avatars. That plus her eager sexual congress with the other group of monks solidified his view.
He had supervised his assistants as they lashed the teenager's shapely body, concentrating on her big firm breasts, flat belly and plump pudendum. They were all sensitive to their patron's admonishment about any severe harm to her body. Even as he wracked his brain to come up with a technique that would unveil the secrets locked within this attractive but mysterious female, his monks had tied her legs up and back to allow them access to her shapely thighs and a portion of her rounded, firm buttocks. They were beating her at a furious pace, two at the same time. Their blows were delivered in such a way that each was separated by a short gasp from the last to have struck her. Tears were streaming down the teenager's cheeks as the relentless beating continued with no end in sight. At long last an idea popped into the head of the monk and he sent two of his monks on a mission to bring back at least one member of the baboon tribe that shared the area with the monks and the other remaining zoo animals.
It took some doing, but a few hours later while the monks who had been whipping Sayali were resting, they returned with two of the large fierce mandrills. The monks gave the animals a wide berth, but their posturing did not frighten their leader. He held out his hand and offered the pair a few treats that he had hidden away for just such a situation. The two wasted no time grabbing the treats and retreating to consume them. When they returned, he led them to Sayali and swept his arm out toward the naked teenager. To the amazement of the assembled monks the pair approached the teen and began sniffing her haunches. Their size, vivid markings and large teeth terrified Sayali. She was less than enchanted by the possibility that the two baboons might soon mount her.
The old monk was not the leader simply because of age. He had quickly recognized the fear in the girl's eyes and set about making the most of it. Currently she was tied in such a way as to give those whipping her easy access to her entrances. If the mandrills could be tempted to mount her she might break her silence and confess in order to avoid being taken by these angry looking brutes. He had a special ointment in his cache that might be useful. He fed the mandrills another treat and went to his hiding place to retrieve the ointment. As he suspected, once it was dabbed on her swollen pubes one of the animals became quite excited, its organ appearing. The other was strangely unmoved, moving back and sitting quietly. Sayali began screaming for them to take the brute away from her. He did nothing, just waiting for the mandrill's first overt move. It was not long in coming. He covered the terrified teenager and began poking his hard, red, dripping penis against Sayali's groin. She was nearly hysterical by then. For some reason the sight of this strangely colored, highly aggressive animal had broken her spirit. The game was up and he was the winner. All that remained was assuring that no harm came to the girl.
Before the monk could gather his followers, the mandrill had already begun to have his way with his latest conquest. Sayali was frantic, struggling fruitlessly against her much stronger attacker. His prong found her entrance and bored inside to its limit. Fortunately for the captive, the animal's sex organ was not as long as many of the other animals that had sampled Sayali. He wasted no time seeding his latest mate, and exited quickly, much to the relief of both Sayali and the old monk. As it turned out there was no risk of an attack from the other, who turned out to be female. The monk wasted no time forcing a confession from the teenager concerning her taste in sex partners. Poor Kanan had been correct in assessing the girl, but not sophisticated enough to bring her into the schoolteacher's orbit.
Kanan and I were kept away from the area where Sayali was being held. So I knew nothing of their triumph concerning Sayali, who at long last had confessed to those things she had kept secret from her mother and to a large degree, myself as well. Kanan took sick and was treated by the monks while I fumed and paced the area they allowed me to occupy. Sometime during that period Sayali was taken from the monks and brought back to Neelem's residence. Kanan's tattoos and the various rings and studs she now wore were of great interest to the monks. By then the warring groups had come to their senses and once more become united.
Once my slave was well enough to eat solid foods and take a few tottering steps from her pallet, the monks attempted to interrogate her, but were thwarted by Kanan's inability to speak caused by her split tongue and the various studs embedded in it. They next came to me and I told them of her many lies and other fabrications. The eyes of the old monk grew wide and a smile wreathed his lined face. He announced that she would be punished for consorting with demons. My only requirement was that she be alive when they finished with her and capable of recovering over a reasonable portion of time. The deal was struck and they allowed me to witness everything that she endured. To begin they hung Kanan from a branch of a sturdy tree by her ankles, legs spread until the tendons actually trembled. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back with rope. The monks who would whip her front and rear were chosen by lot, and each received his place in the line. My excitement was at such a high level that it was difficult to draw breath. I watched as the first pair approached, holding a packet of limber shoots cut from a stand nearby. The old monk smiled and dropped his hand, signaling them to start whipping the demons from Kanan.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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