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Taming Sayali - Chapter 27
I awoke the next morning eager to go outside and see how my new toy survived the night in the pit. Neelem was still sound asleep as I walked out into the garden just as the first faint rays of the sun were coloring the horizon. It was cool to the point that I regretted not bringing some type of shoulder covering with me. Looking down into the pit I could make out Kanan's ebony body sagging against the pit wall, her head on her chest, seeming to be asleep. I was greatly disappointed that she could have managed to get some rest as she hung by her wrists, her body feeding the various insects and other crawling things that were drawn to the heat she generated.
By accident I dislodged a few lumps of earth that slipped into the deep hole and sent some small vermin scurrying off into the holes they had dug for protection from the searing heat of the day. That activity also brought a reaction from Kanan, who now moved her head back to look at me. All I could see of her face were the whites of her eyes as she stared upwards. I debated using the hoist to bring her up from the pit, and decided against it, preferring the comfort of the house and some breakfast.
While the tea was steeping, I foraged for those sweetbreads that Neelem always had in the kitchen, knowing full well of my near addiction to them. There were occasions when her culinary skills exceeded those she often displayed in the bedroom. At times this person was the most fortunate of men, if one removed Sayali from the equation. My mouth was still saturated with her juices from last night and my tongue felt a fleeting soreness from the activities in which we involved ourselves. How much of our passion had been generated by the mere presence of Kanan, now our captive? Time would answer that question.
By the time breakfast was done, an outline of a plan had begun to form in my head. Putting Kanan in the pit every night would be an excellent strategy. This would allow Neelem and I to enjoy each other's company without any concern about our guest. The idea of perhaps enticing even more biting and crawling things to her naked body by the judicious application of sweet, sticky materials to certain intimate regions of her body made me smile. I could just imagine an army of ants marching from the earth to carry away those treasures that had been secreted into and upon her body. The thought of squadrons of flying insects also attracted for the same prize, fighting with those creatures of the earth for their share, was an exciting vision. That was a struggle which I would enjoy witnessing, as my sullen captive twisted and writhed in terror while her body became a raging battlefield.
I wasn't satisfied with the quarters that Kanan would be occupying while we worked on her during the day. The pallet was the proper vehicle for restraining her body for punishment and torture, but the one that held Sayali would not do for the kind of plans I had for Kanan. A good carpenter could probably assemble what I needed in a few days; finding such a craftsman was another issue altogether. I wanted a rough wooden platform with proper fittings that would allow me to pull Kanan's limbs to their limit, almost as if she were on a rack. Once her body was taut, it would be vulnerable to the extreme, and I would make the most of it.
We would have to install braziers to burn foul smelling material that would elevate the temperature of the room as well as sicken its occupant. It was an easy thing to picture Kanan stretched so taut that it was impossible for her to even take a deep breath, her bare body covered with rivulets of sweat as she was sucked dry of moisture from the intense heat generated by the blazing braziers located by her pallet. Imagine that she had not had as much as a drop of water for a full day, and wonder what she'd say or do for a sip of the precious liquid. For that matter how would she react to a large ladle filled to the brim with our urine, aged for perhaps a day so it was foul smelling and almost undrinkable? My guess is she'd gulp it down no matter what, her mind having been addled by the severe pressure to which she had been subjected.
It made sense today to tie her securely to the pallet once used to support Sayali's bare body. Perhaps Neelem might wish to amuse herself by beginning to denude Kanan of her pubic hair, one strand at a time. As for myself, I looked forward to thrashing her naked body until she was bleeding from neck to knee. Our guest would no doubt be hungry and mad from thirst. I wondered if we could make her drink from the toilet after we had seasoned it with our urine. Sometime today I would seek out a carpenter and start him off on my project after I made some measurements. Once all this was accomplished, then I would begin interrogating our visitor concerning her early life and this time I'd not be so naive as to believe everything she said.
I returned to the pit and hoisted Kana's limp body from where it had dangled all night. She made a few sounds, but was hardly conscious. I quickly tied her hands behind her back wth a length of scratchy rope and then to make sure she would not escape me, I added more rope to her pipe stem arms, knotting it tightly so that it compressed her flesh and actually contacted the bone beneath. I gave her a quick examination to gauge the damage to her body.
There were three similar lumps, one on her hip, the other two on her shoulder and inner thigh. The center of each swelling bore two tiny punctures, possibly made by the large spiders that frequented the deep hole I had constructed for Sayali. Upon closer examination I observed dozens upon dozens of tiny blood blisters, evidence that other creatures, much smaller, had supped on her as well. Slapping Kanan's face did nothing to rouse her from the stupor into which she had fallen.
Removing the bag of salt, which was now considerably smaller than when it was jammed into her mouth, did nothing to restore her either. Her tongue was quite swollen and her lips cracked in many places from the salt making its way from her mouth. Even a few of the whip marks from last evening were still bleeding slightly and had drawn a large crowd of feasters that were responsible for the steady loss of blood from those wounds.
An overwhelming desire to begin whipping her as soon as she regained her senses raced through me. Kanan had no idea about what she would endure over the days, weeks and perhaps months of her captivity. As for myself, I was eager to begin punishing her for the lies and troubles she had caused me, especially when it came to taming Sayali.
Dragging Kanan's senseless, naked body over the hard ground by the hair gave me a rush of power. It was as if I had taken a trophy on safari and was preparing to have it mounted for all to see. Neelem greeted us by the side door to the house and cautioned me about letting her inside until we knew she was free of vermin and insects that might take up residence in her home. So it was that I used the hose to spray Kanan with water, making sure to get plenty into her filthy, matted cunt area. That did the trick and soon she was rolling around in the mud doing her best to avoid the stinging assault of my water hose. I managed to stand over Kanan and direct the stream into her face, striking her cruelly from point blank range, and enjoying the results. I almost lost my balance in the mud, bringing a peal of laughter from Neelem. Angered by this near accident, I made Kanan pay, as my toe caught her in the ribs, bringing a strangled scream from her.
Neelem was adamantly opposed to having a mud besplattered Kanan brought into her home. She had a good point, so I looped some rope around Kanan's neck and attached it to the bough of a tree nearby. To make her thoroughly understand her precarious position, I grabbed her by the nipples and pulled upwards until she teetered on her toes, her face a mask of pain.
" One word from you and I'll whip the skin off your tits and then set you on fire. Do you understand?"
To make sure she did, I backhanded her across the face, splitting her lower lip, which bled profusely. From the corner of my eye I caught the smile that crossed Neelem's face. Yes, I was in control of the situation, and she approved. I wondered just how long it would take for the water and other debris to dry so I could bring her into the house and introduce Kanan to her new accommodations during the day. I already was prepared for the look on her countenance when she realized she would have to face the nightmare of the pit over and over until Neelem and I were convinced she was telling us the truth and had performed the penance we gave her. Hopefully a repentant Sayali would have rejoined us by then and seen the results we had attained on slave Kanan.
While we had to wait for Kanan to dry out, I took the time to see what could be done with the pallet to make it as uncomfortable for her as possible. I discovered that once the mattress was removed, only four slats remained to support the bedframe. Perhaps there might be a way to remodel this stark frame so that it securely held Kanan in a taut position which would give us total access to either her front or back side. A few large eyelets in the right place could bring this idea to fruition.
It took more than an hour to find a shop to sell me the things I needed. During that time Kanan was under Neelem's discipline and the other side of my bedmate came into view. I noticed deep scratches on our guest's flat tits and fresh whip marks on her belly and thighs. Although ungagged, Kanan had not been given so much as a drop of water, even though the temperature had risen substantially and she was being held in that stifling room previously occupied by Sayali. What truly amazed me was the sight of Kanan on her knees, her head buried between a semi-naked Neelem's powerful thighs, noisily paying tribute to the whims of her new mistress. It took an effort of the will for me not to join in and make this a threesome with Kanan taking turns servicing us both.
I suggested Neelem take her captive out to the garden and let the insects enjoy her body for a time while I modified the wooden frame to accommodate our guest. My design worked as conceived and a little more than an hour I was out in the garden to have Kanan brought back so she could be properly mounted before her interrogation began. To my amazement she was still on her knees tonguing Neelem, who stood with her legs parted and her sari held up to allow Kanan to greedily suck the moisture dripping from her mistress' cunt, the only source of liquid available for her.
As we marched the skinny teacher back towards the house, it became apparent that the tight ropes had begun to cut off the circulation in her arms and hands, both areas showing signs of major swelling. I also could not keep my eyes off her flat bottom as it twitched from side to side with each stride she took. Despite what we had put her through so far, she was showing remarkable stamina, a challenge I could hardly wait to confront.
When I finished knotting the last rope that anchored her ankle to the outside of the pallet, I stepped back to survey our guest in her new daytime quarters. Her legs were split wide, so wide that the tendons of her straining inner thighs were clearly visible. Her knees were locked by ropes threaded through eyelets embedded in the sides of the pallet, and then her lower legs were pulled taut to parallel the frame and be anchored at the base. Her wrists had been rebound, and ropes added to her elbows. Her fettered arms were pulled up over her head and attached to another pair of eyelets fixed to the bottom of the wooden frame, extending her limbs to almost their limit and exposing her tender armpits, which was my prime objective with this particular restraint. Her front side was now completely vulnerable.I suggested tea and we adjourned to the kitchen, leaving Kanan to ponder what to expect when we returned.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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