Taming Sayali
Chapter 10
Neelem and Kana escorted the naked schoolgirl out to where Sayali was.
Neelem had come up with some rope that was used to bind the girl's hands tightly
behind her back. I used the hoist to bring my charge up from the pit that had
been her home for some weeks. Harsha gasped as her former schoolmate came into
view, naked and hanging by her wrists. The two girls eyed each other for a
moment and then Harsha pointed a finger at Neelem's daughter and pronounced her
to be a slut who loved to have sex with girls as well as boys and men. "She is
such a slut that she doesn't even charge the old men, who have lots of money,
for her services." Harsha claimed.
Sayali said nothing; merely glaring at Harsha, her bare breasts rising
and falling rapidly, a sign that she was angered by the words she had just
heard. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Neelem asked. It was then that I
saw the strap she held in her hand. A quick glance over to where Kanan stood,
indicated that she too was prepard to whip the truth out of Sayali if necessary.
She had one hand on Harsha's shoulder and in the other a vicious looking cane,
probably the same one she'd used to put those fresh welts into her bottom.
It was an interesting standoff, both claims could not be true. I knew
that Kanan was certain that Harsha had spoken the truth. She had good grounds
for such a belief when one considered the amount of welts, cuts and bruises that
decorated the girl's body. On the other hand, Neelem, for all her bluster, still
deep down inside could not accept the terrible accusations that had been made by
the girl. I was not eager to involve myself in this stalemate of sorts. It was
about this time that I realized both women were looking toward me, expecting
some decision that would resolve this issue.
There seemed to be but one avenue to take in this matter. The girls
would have to be individually tested away from each other's presence. By the
same token both had to receive the same treatment in similar surroundings. At
the moment Sayali was at a disadvantage and most vulnerable to all manner of
excessive treatment. Yet the pit was not designed to accommodate more than its
current occupant. There could be only one answer. Each girl in turn would have
to undergo a thorough examination of her veracity inside Neelem's home. While
this was occurring, the other had to be occupying the pit.
I broached this idea to the women and they put their heads together and
discussed my plan. The two girls said nothing and avoided each other's eyes,
both acting as if they were alone. Neelem finally spoke, stating that she and
Kanan were in agreement provided the teacher could convince Harsha's parents to
allow her to stay overnight in Neelem's home. Then she added that the choice of
who should be the first to be examined would be made by chance, the method to be
determined by myself. Then she asked that I select the time period that would be
allowed for each girl's examination. She and Kanan reserved the right to use any
type of corporal punishment on the girls provided they agreed to its use for
both. When I nodded my assent, they looked at each other with grim determination
etched upon their faces.
They accepted my decision that each girl would undergo two continuous
hours of examining. There would be a ten minute break in order for them to trade
places, and then the second would be tested for two hours. If after each had two
sessions of testing and nothing was forthcoming, the trial would be suspended
until the following morning. During the night both girls would be securely
restrained and occupy the same pallet, joined together by ropes, a situation
that might increase the chances of the guilty party confessing to her
dishonesty.
Neelem made a little joke that perhaps she and Kanan might choose a
different way to handle the girls during the night, or perhaps I might offer my
services as their caretaker while she and Kanan slept and regained their
strength. There was a scent in the air that I recognized but did not
acknowledge. I had to admit that the thought of being in the same room as a
naked and quite vulnerable Sayali was a temptation that I did not want to
exposed to. I did however entertain some purient thoughts concerning what might
transpire if Harsha, she of the plump belly, welted bottom and fat breasts, not
to mention an obviously wet cunt were to become my charge for the night.
It took some time for Kanan to convince Harsha's parents that it was in
their best interests to allow their daughter to remain in her custody overnight.
Kanan cynically commented to us that it was obvious that her father had plans
for raping Harsha today, and perhaps tonight as well, and was rather put-off
that she would not be available. "Perhaps when he sees how many new welts and
bruises she has picked up for being such a slutty tramp, he may decide to take
her more than once and naturally he'll use her anus to make sure there are no
accidents that might point to him as being guilty of molesting his own daughter.
The bitterness in her voice showed me that Kanan might never fully recover from
her experiences at home when her brothers used her sexually with their father's
tacit permission.
I had Kanan and Neelem decide who would hold a coin in her right hand.
Then I would choose who I thought had the coin. If correct, Harsha would be
first to undergo an examination. I handed a coin to Neelem and turned my back
for a moment so the coin could be hidden from my view. I picked Kanan, who
smiled and held her right hand open, it was empty. Just to be sure that
everything was as it should be, I asked Neelem to show me the coin. She smiled
and opened her fist to reveal her empty palm as well. I shrugged and commented
that they should have told me this was the way they wanted things to go, rather
than insulting me as they had just done. Both women looked a bit cowed,
realizing that they had gotten themselves on the wrong side of me, something
that was not very desirable considering what was transpiring. I walked from the
house to get some air and regain my composure. When I returned, the women and
Harsha had disappeared into what was once Sayali's bedroom.
I made some tea and sat by the window that looked out to the area where
Sayali was kept. Gradually I picked up the muffled sounds of the whipping that
the two women were delivering to Harsha. Curiosity got the better of me and so I
wandered down the hall with my tea in hand to get a view of what was going on in
that little room. The girl was on her back, ankles and wrists tightly bound to
the corners of the bed. A pillow, or perhaps two had been shoved beneath her
body to elevate her plump pubic mound, making it easier to whip.
They stood on either side of her, Kanan wielding my flogger while Neelem
was content to use the paddle. As I watched and sipped my tea, the paddle fell
machine-like, flattening the fat breasts of the girl with each blow. I noticed
that her mouth was stuffed with something that made the sounds issuing from her
barely audible. Kanan was concentrating her fury on Harsha's rounded belly and
that sensitive region below. The flogger made a cracking noise when it struck,
and it left behind a region of swollen flesh. I thought it strange that they
would merely beat this helpless girl to within an inch of her life and not ask
her to recant what she said about Sayali. This was not to my liking at all.
Would Sayali suffer the same fate? I was a bit taken aback at my reaction, my
concern for the girl in the pit. I would someday probably rue the day I ever met
this bundle of erotic curves and hollows, but that day was not now.
The sight of Harsha's abundant pubic hair, damp and matted, as the
flogger mercilessly pounded away at the thick cunt lips beneath it made me have
an erotic fantasy that was almost uncontrollable. It was Kanan lying before me,
her pubes totally hidden by a mass of thick springy pubic hair that grew like
some jungle between her legs sending tendrils up to her navel and down to ring
her anus and even plant a few strands even further up between her buttocks. My
thick, hard cock was slicing its way through that jungle and ramming deep into
her hot, wet grotto as she grunted and urged me to go deeper and harder.
Standing beside us was Neelem with a thick length of leather covered wood that
she was applying to Kanan's swollen breasts which were huge and filled with
mother's milk which sprayed from the black nipples with each blow that they
absorbed.
This vision threatened to overwhelm me, and so I took my leave as the
two women continued to whip the naked teen with a cold fury that made me shiver.
What could I expect when they started in on Sayali? I did not want to address
that question at this moment. It took me some number of minutes to regain my
composure. I sat by the window and stared at the hoist that was holding Sayali
captive, her naked body moving gently like a leaf in a soft summer's wind,
awaiting her fate.
My analytical side began to take control over my emotions, presenting a
number of questions that I began to ponder. First and foremost, which of the two
girls was telling the truth; that was yet to be determined. Naturally my other
side immediately chose to believe Sayali, but I might as well have been flipping
a coin to determine the truth. Why had the two wom3en deliberately chosen to
examine Harsha first? This did not make sense at first. Why waste their strength
on her when both were really more interested in testing Sayali, each for a
different reason? I managed to develop an answer to that question that was quite
pragmatic and in keeping with parts of both their personalities. What they were
doing to Harsha was merely a practice, in much the same way that a student might
run through an etude before settling into work on the concerto.
I was so preoccupied with this exercise that the appearance of Neelem,
wearing nothing but her bra and panties startled me. Her brown skin was covered
with a sheen of sweat, worked up no doubt by her vigorous application of
whatever implement she was using to beat the truth from her helpless prisoner. I
couldn't help noticing that her panties had become almost transparent from all
the moisture they had absorbed. I wondered if any of that moisture had come from
within her. I could only imagine what her compatriot looked like at ths moment.
Neelem gave me a knowing smile and promised to take care of my urges this
evening for as long as it took. "I might even ask Kanan to assist me in calming
you down; I'm sure you'd enjoy that kind of an opportunity, wouldn't you? I saw
how you were looking at her just before you fled." I could do nothing but shrug
my shoulders.
I watched Neelem drink two large glasses of water and then fill a
pitcher with more of the same. She paused and took a deep breath, calling
attention to her heavy breasts and the hard nipples that were poking through the
sheer fabric. "This should take care of Kanan's needs, at least the most obvious
one right now. I hope you will join us shortly; we have an idea for that little
tramp that will involve your unique capabilty. I'm sure you will enjoy this
little task we have planned for you." I watched her hips sway as she departed
for the bedroom bearing water for her companion who was evidently using the
flogger with a great deal of enthusiasm based on the amount of noise it was
making as it contacted the naked girl's flesh. I began to develop another
erection and this loss of control dismayed me no end. How was I to deal with
matters when it was Sayali on that bed being mercilessly flogged by these two
harpies?
It was Neelem who summoned me to join them. I approached cautiously, not
at all confident that I would be able to cope with whatever situation I found.
The sight of Kanan, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties that contrasted
so strongly with her black skin, stopped me in my tracks. I had a glimpse of
Neelem, a grinning Neelem, standing beside the bed, holding a strap in her hand.
My eyes bored into the crotch of those white panties that might have contained
the mons of a child. It was full to bursting with a wild assemblage of black
curly pubic hair that feathered out from that plump crotch and overran her
thighs. I was fascinated by the thick line of hair that marched up to her navel,
surrounding that enticing indentation. I could easily imagine my tongue
insinuating itself into that little hollow and lapping up the sweat and other
detritus that it might contain.
Kanan stared fixedly into my eyes, one hand brushing a trickle of sweat
that had wandered down between her pancake shaped breasts which featured large
thick nipples that stood stiff from sexual excitement. She looked almost
cadaverous with that bony chest and ribs that could be easily counted, not to
mention the jutting hipbones upon which those white panties hung. But it was
that plump cunt that attracted me, and she knew it. She rubbed the flogger
suggestively across her crotch, at the same time using her tongue to lick the
sweat that dripped from her upper lip. I could not help being reminded of some
exotic animal that lived deep in the jungle, only occasionally being viewed by
men.
It was Neelem who broke the tension that had developed between Kanan and
myself. My blood was up and at that point had Kanan made any kind of overture I
would have been upon her like some wild animal. "I didn't ask you in to gawk at
my friend. What's the matter with you, haven't you had enough naked female flesh
to stare at today?" Her words were like a lash, cutting me to the quick. Kanan
finished breaking the spell as she launched a vicious blow to Harsha's swollen
cunt. The girl's gasp of pain indicated that she was no longer gagged. However,
in place of the material that had been stuffed in her mouth was some type of
dental tool that kept her jaws wide apart and made speaking almost impossible.
When Neelem told me she wanted me to shove my cock down the girl's
throat and hold it in place until she passed out, I could not believe my ears.
She goaded me further, inquiring if I was afraid to enter the girl's mouth for
fear I would be bitten. "Have no fear my mighty warrior, she cannot close her
jaws, your precious appendage is safe from her fury." Those mocking words made
me even more defensive.It was Kanan who pushed me into the corner. "Hurry up and
get started, we don't have much more time to get this tramp to tell the truth.
Do you need some assistance? Would you like to see all of me, would that do it?"
Neelem burst into laughter and for a moment I felt like fleeing from the room.
Then I realized that I was now being examined, and I dare not fail.
My lover took command of the situation, loosening my belt so my pants
could drop. My underpants joined them in a puddle around my ankles. Neelem's
warm mouth engulfed my flaccid shaft, which had been running rampant for the
past hour or so. It was slow going and the more I tried to concentrate on
developing some stiffness the more difficult it became. Suddenly I felt a pair
of hands spreading my buttocks and then the unworldly touch of something tender,
warm and moist probing my anus. An ocean of blood poured into my cock and I had
the mother of all erections. Kanan had chosen this moment to test me and I was
now totally vulnerable. She knew that she had power over me, perhaps even as
much or more than Neelem. At that point I abandoned my pride and luxuriated in
the competing sensations that were bringing me to my knees. At that moment I
knew what limbo, that place between heaven and hell, must feel like.
(To be continued)
