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Taming Sayali - Chapter 26
I was disconsolate for days afterward, even failing to respond to the overtures from Neelem that her body was available for anything I wished. My appetite had deserted me as well, something that also troubled my companion. On the third day Kanan called to inquire if she should make herself available this weekend. It was then that I began to recover from the terrible depression that the leaving of Sayali had caused. Neelem had taken charge and invited the teacher to visit us for the weekend, making her promise to arrive on Friday evening for a little surprise. When I was informed, the clouds began to part. The thought of having Kanan at my mercy for the entire weekend galvanized me into activity, which delighted Neelem.
That night Neelem reaped the benfit of her decision to have her arch rival visit. I was like a jungle animal and she thrilled to my ardent advances and made every inch of her opulent body availabe for anything I wished to do to it. Our lovemaking began in the shower, moved to the tiled floor of the bathroom and finally ended, our bodies still wet, in that big comfortable bed. I mounted my sexy partner and drove my hard staff deep into her soaking tunnel as Neelem moaned and wrapped her thighs around my waist, locking our sweating bodies together in that powerful grip.
We moved from one position to another, never remaining together for more than a few minutes before another idea for something even more erotic came into our minds. I remember tunneling between Neelem's big, stiff-nippled tits as she licked the head of my cock at the end of each stroke. I moved even faster and shortened my strokes so her mouth remained full at all times. On the verge of releasing an ocean of sperm into her waiting cavern, she moved away and turned onto her belly. Seconds later I was burying my hard length between her plump cheeks that she held apart to assist me in sodomizing her. Twice we had to take brief respites since the amount of energy we were expending was awesome. I don't remember exactly what we had just finished doing when exhaustion overtook us and we drifted off into a sound sleep.
The next evening Neelem and I were waiting expectantly for the arrival of Kanan for the weekend. We had just finished enjoying each other's body for the past hour or so and were satiated for the moment. The plans I had discussed with Neelem excited her no end and she could hardly wait until Kanan was stetched out on the bed formerly occupied by her fractious daughter, securely restrained with every entry way to her naked body made easily available.
We were standing anxiously by the entrance to the house as Kanan, carrying a small valise approached the door. Neelem grinned and licked her lips, knowing full well what was about to befall the ebony-skinned teacher. Kanan knocked and I immediately opened the door and ordered her to step inside.
" Remove your clothing you miserable tramp and prepare to suffer for your lies and other sins."
Neelem joined me, pointed to the valise and shook her head.
" You have no need for anything to cover your naked body until we beat the truth from you. I sincerely hope you will be unable to tell the truth for many long months. "
A frightened Kanan removed her dress and stood there in only a pair of white cotton panties that hung from her hips, she was that thin. I could hardly contain myself from attacking her immediately. Looking at Neelem, it was obvious that she too was in the mood to make our new slave rue the day she agreed to once more put herself under our discipline. This time there would be no escape, no forgiveness. She would suffer the torments of the damned for days on end as Neelem and I took turns finding every spot on her bare body that was sensitive to whatever we were using to punish her.
She took her time rolling the damp, cotton panties down, then stepping free of them. I smiled at Neelem, clucking and pointing at the thick patch of black, springy, pubic hair that guarded the entrance to her cunt. We had already decided that her pudendum be free of hair. Unfortunately for Kanan she would suffer greatly, as we intended to remove that affront to cleanliness one strand at a time using tweezers. I made her cup her crepe-like tits in the palms of her hands so Neelem and I could examine them for what we had planned. Her black, glistening skin was an effective barrier to any idea of tattooing them, but embedding rings in the flesh was possible, plus her nipples could be pierced and carry smaller rings as well.
Neelem was adamant that Kanan's thin cunt lips bear rings as well, enough to prevent anyone from having access to her perpetually dripping cunt once the bar joining them was locked into place. Obviously her fat clit, a sure sign of her gargantuan sexual appetite, must also be pierced in at least two places to carry heavy rings made from steel. We had already engaged a craftsman who would be very happy to perform this task in exchange for the opportunity to have access to her body for one entire day. He had many friends and others to whom he owed favors, and the idea of allowing them to have their way with Kanan was an ideal method to settle his debts and accumulate promises of favors in the future.
I was close enough to be able to smell her scent. It was a compound of her cunt juices, already dripping from that hairy mound, and an unwashed body, two days removed from her last shower. Add to that the odors of dried piss saturating that pubic jungle as well as those pungent smells that rose from the depths of her anal passageway, cleaned only with Kanan's hand, which reeked to the heavens. Even Neelem's nose was starting to wrinkle as the collection of odors reached out to her flaring nostrils. The scent of this birdlike being was playing havoc with my self discipline.
My penis was hardening rapidly and the odors coupled with her glistening, near skeleton body was responsible. In truth, had Neelem not been present I would have thrown Kanan to the floor and had my way with her immediately, showing that thin wraith of a woman no mercy as I plundered her birth canal. If there was one thing I wanted to accompish, it was to father a child by Kanan, and make every moment of that pregnancy a living nightmare until at last she gave birth wthout the help of any medication or a midwife.
Neelem and I marched our naked visitor out to the garden in back of the large rambling house. For the first time since she entered, the black-skinned school teacher appeared uncertain of what was about to happen to her. It was near dusk, but the pit where Sayali had spent much time and the hoist used to lower and raise the teenager still could be seen in the fading sunlight. I made Kanan squat and then ordered her to relieve herself in our presence. She had been expressly ordered not to drink any liquids whatsoever from the moment she arose this morning until we gave her something to quench her thirst.
Kanan's theatrics were wasted on us. No matter how much she forced her urethra to open and deliver the contents of her bladder, little was excreted. For once I was one step ahead of her. This effort to prove that she was dehydrated did not impress me in the slightest. I had a much better test. A jar of fresh water stood out by one of the trees. Neelem brought it over and I gave Kanan a cup of cooling water, but ordered her to only rinse her mouth and then spit in onto the ground. She did as I asked and Neelem and I exchanged knowing glances. It would have taken far more self control than Kanan had ever displayed to perform her little charade. Indeed she had disobeyed my instructions, of that there could be no doubt.
I sent Neelem into the house to get a small bag of salt that Kanan would suck all night as she dangled from the hoist, her feet inches from the bottom of the pit. I had taken an inventory of what lurked in the pit and found it to be occupied by many varieties of biting and stinging insects, worms, plus rat droppings and evidence that very large spiders had also taken up residence in this place. These creatures were kept in check by the harsh heat of he day, but the cooler night air brought them out to forage. Tonight many of them would feast on Kanan's naked body while she dangled helplessly.
When Neelem returned, she carried a surprise that I put to good use once the bag of salt was secured in Kana's mouth by tape. It was a short, multi-stranded whip with metal tips. I offered Neelem the first opportunity to use it on our guest and she made the most of it. She spent most of her energy whipping Kanan's flat tits, and then finished by cutting a swath through the teacher's thick patch of pubic hair. Kanan was shivering from the pain by the time Neelem pronounced herself satisfied.
I tore into her ass with a fury that amazed me. I must have landed two dozen vicious blows before taking a breath. Her ass was bleeding profusely, but they were mostly surface wounds. If she hadn't been so skinny there would hardly have been any blood at all. Of course this would attract every living thing in the pit and any creature in the neighborhood that wanted to feast on human blood. I finished Kanan off with a brutal attack on her pubic mound, tearing away small bits of flesh as well as hunks of hair as the whip slashed back and forth through that thick jungle guarding her cunt. It took time and effort to carefully drop her bleeding body into the pit in such a way as to have the front of her naked body actually making contact with the wall of the pit, but providing only minimal support, since her feet were inches away from contacting the bottom of the pit.
We returned to the house as the darkness took command of the garden. I had yet to broach the matter of the discussion that had resulted in Sayali being spirited away. Neelem proved to be most circumspect when it came to revealing details. Suffice to say, Mr. Shalimanya's arguments had carrried the day. Her daughter was being sent to a school run by a sect of monks and would remain there under their discipline until they had determined whether she was possessed or not. In the latter case, she would be quickly returned. Be it the former, they would devote themselves to driving out the demon that controlled her. This could require from months to years depending on the type of demon and its length of occupancy in the girl. The only other insight she revealed was that the discipline would be extremely stringent and neither the sex nor the age of the possessed one would be taken into account.
Neelem listened calmly to my concern that her daughter might be returned so quickly that there would not be sufficient time to break Kanan. She smiled in a way I'd not seen previously and answered that determining Sayali's situation would take many weeks no matter what the result. If in the most optimistic case, Sayali returned to us in a few weeks and Kanan was still here and resisting, then we would have to admit defeat and let her leave. I could not disagree with her response, so I took another approach and attempted to learn more by pleasuring her in ways that I knew she thoroughly enjoyed.
She made no objections when I got between her legs and began licking her pussy with plenty of enthusiasm. After a time she suggested I kiss the insides of her thighs and suck her flesh whenever my lips needed rest. I dutifully followed her instructions and soon found myself back at her dripping pussy, that by now was flowing like a fountain. Persisting, my mouth moved up to envelop her fat clitoris and my teeth began nibbling on the lump of sex flesh. Her response was dramatic and gave me hope that she might give up some additional information if I continued to follow her every command.
She challenged me by asking that I lick the sweat from her armpits, then move to nurse on her breasts. Sucking her nipples made them quite stiff and she even moaned softly on a number of occasions. Back to that oozing slit I returned, with more kissing, nibbling and finally pushing my tongue deep into that salty slit and attempting to stimulate her pussy from the inside. I received sighs of satisfaction, but no attempt on her part to respond in any way to my efforts. Frustrated I withdrew and for my troubles she gave me a pat on the face, then a soft laugh and a promise to reciprocate tomorrow after we had worked up our appetites by thrashing Kanan to within an inch of her life. That was all I remembered until morning.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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