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Taming Sayali
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 20
I followed Neelem's swaying hips as we headed for her, or was it to be our bedroom. It was amazing just how excited I was about once more having the opportunity to enjoy her opulent body. I began to wonder if she shared my enthusiasm. Normally the light in the bedroom was never turned on; a custom that was accepted as part of the ritual we went through. However tonight she surprised and delighted me by turning on the light, her face wreathed in a smile.
She disrobed slowly, carefully placing each garment on the chair beside the bed. When she was in her bra and panties, white and functional, she gave me an even bigger smile as she reached behind to unhook her bra. Her big round breasts popped from the bra cups and I could see how stiff the nipples were. My cock began to harden even more. Now she hooked her thumbs into the top of her panties and began to roll them down her curving hips. I licked my lips in anticipation of once more seeing that plump mound with its mat of thick, black curly hair guarding her fat cunt lips and the oozing slit which I had tongued for so many nights, spending sometimes as much as an hour putting her in the mood for another sex adventure.
Neelem held her panties up so that I could see the wet crotch, evidence of her excitement. I smiled and touched my crotch, which was bulging from the hard length of cock eager to escape from its confines and sink into Neelem's wet cunt. She took a seat on the bed and beckoned for me to approach. I obeyed and soon she had unbuttoned my trousers and was fishing my hard dick from my underpants. She kissed the bulbous head and then her tongue flickered over it as well, tasting the first few drops of what would soon be an ocean of semen flooding her hot, wet cunt as she grunted and urged me to hammer her even harder.
She let the tip of my stiff cock fall from her lips, then she asked me to turn off the light so we could get down to the business at hand. The business at hand took up the next few hours and we went at it continuously. Even after filling her with my seed I still wanted more from her, so great was the passion burning inside me. She responded in kind, licking my balls tirelessly and jacking me to hardness so I might enter her once more. I nibbled on her breasts, covering them with love bites as she groaned and begged for more of my cock. I remember tit fucking her as she tossed her head from side to side, holding her big round breasts tight together, so I could tunnel between those sweaty mounds before coating them with another offering from my churning testicles.
We finally locked ourselves into a sixty-nine position, my head clamped in place by her meaty thighs so my tongue could move from her puckered anus to that fat clit in a seemingly endless circuit that brought a gusher from her fat-lipped cunt. That night I tasted my salty cum mixed with her own internal drippings and enjoyed every drop. Her tongue and mouth roamed over my semi-hard cock and my shrinking testicles which had been emptied more times than I could remember. Still when she managed to capture one of them in her mouth and started suctioning it, a new round of sperm production was initiated. It took some time before my cock responded to her tongue and mouth, rising from the ashes like a phoenix.
Neelem took her time bringing me to a boil, suggesting that perhaps it was time for my hard cock to plumb her tight anus. This made me become more eager for another engagement. She suggested that I rest up for a few more minutes, and teased me by asking if I would lick her armpits to get her more completely ready for a fast tongue at her back entrance before it was finally replaced by a hard length of steel disguised as flesh and bone. For a time longer than I had expected she made sure that my tongue found every nook and cranny in her wet, aromatic armpits, urging me to suck them dry and tell her how much I was enjoying the experience. I was quite surprised at how sexually excited I became as I ran my tongue over her pebbled flesh and inhaled the scents that were trapped within those erotic folds of flesh.
It got even more heated when she finally rolled over and spread her cheeks to allow me easy access to that chocolate starfish guarding her anal passage. " One hundred kisses, and make sure that each one has meaning. I will keep count and announce when you may enter me with something stiffer than your tongue." This was so unlike Neelem to attempt to become the dominant one in this lust match. I was so eager to have that anus that I totally obeyed her wishes, not only giving that earthy region noisy kisses, but a coating of saliva as well. The minx tormented me by calling out each decade that she seemed worthy of counting. At the rate we were going, my two hundred kisses might not equal her goal of one hundred acceptable ones. I persisted, concentrating on worshipping her asshole as if it were my god. Part of me began to wonder how she had gained such control over me, and what did it mean for our future together.
After nearly fifteen minutes of ardent kissing of her puckered entryway I threw caution to the winds and decided to give her the full treatment. Now she began to take a series of kisses that started at the cleft of her rounded buttocks and moved slowly down to that tight tunnel entrance where I set up camp for a moment, pressing the tip of my tongue to that wet earthy spot and pushing insistently as if trying to force it open. Her hands tightened and those fleshy mounds parted even further allowing me to worm myself further between them, my nose poking at her tight tunnel. Then I started to suck, slowly at first, but then with increasing force and she respnded with soft drawn-out moans and then hisses as my lingual assault began to bear fruit.
"Take me, split me in two; I need that sword buried in my bottom, now!" I quickly straddled her and without any preliminaries rammed my swollen dripping cock into that wet, hot passgeway, entering until there was just an inch or so of my weapon outside her bowels. Neelem grunted and shifted her body to allow even more of my cock to enter her. Now she was filled completely and it was my turn to torment her. For some reason, perhaps all the sex we had previously in this session, I was able to exercise total control of my hard dick despite the excitement she had generated in me.
Gradually I forced her tight channel to loosen sufficiently so that I could begin moving from side to side once I had buried myself as deep inside her anus as was possible. Her moans and groans guided me as I opened her further until it was now possible to increase the speed of my thrusts as well as their frequency. I was rewarded with still louder and more drawn out moans as her asshole swallowed and regurgitated my shaft over and over. I reached forward and gripped her shoulders in my hands. Now I began squeezing her flesh with each powerful stroke that I delivered. Then I pulled complete from her gaping anal passageway which remained distended for a time before slowly reshaping itself. Then when she least expected it, I ground my hands deep into her flesh causing her to gasp with pain and then I drove my hard length to the hilt into her asshole as she screamed from the shock of my assault. I silenced her with a number of vicious slaps to those rounded mounds of sweaty flesh that cushioned my cock as it was worming even deeper into that crevice.
Neelem began to struggle to free herself from this unending attack that was beginning to cause her substantial pain as it went where nothing had ever been before in her life. I pinned her flat, buried deep inside her, my hips moving from side to side as I widened her narrow channel another fraction of an inch. She shuddered and began to plead for me to have some mercy on her. I responded by picking up the pace once more, enjoying the way her tight tunnel loosened and collapsed against the pummeling it was receiving. I reached around and grabbed handfuls of her breast meat and began hurting them as well. She arched her back and desperately tried to buck me from her straining body, but I was too much for her to move under the circumstances. I leaned forward and sank my teeth into her neck and began worrying her flesh as if I were a jungle cat taking a mate. She screamed that I was killing her and the fright in her voice brought me back from the dark place that I had been for the last hour or so. I pulled my swollen cock free of her grasping asshole and rolled onto my back, suddenly realizing that I was near exhaustion from the frenzied activity in which I had indulged myself.
We lay there, side by side, attempting to recover our collective senses. My cock was still rock hard, and in desperate need for some relief. Neelem's hand moved over my sweat soaked body and found my cock. "Let me relieve the pressure, lie back and let me suck the anger from this hard piece of flesh." I was a bit taken aback at her nearly poetic speech. This was a different Neelem than the perpetually suspicious and frustrated mother of that imp, Sayali. Perhaps I had opened a door that she had been keeping shut for years or even her entire life. As her lips closed around the head of my cock and that wet tongue began licking the precum that oozed from its tip, I rested and wondered what this session had brought to a head. Would she now be willing to bend to my will, or would she return to the argumentative woman who annoyed and tempted me at the same time. For the next few minutes I concentrated on what she was doing to bring me off. Her skill was startling considering everything I knew about her. She worked on me like a high priced prostitute and swallowed every drop when at last she got me off.
I could not resist querying her about where she developed these skills. She heaved a deep sigh and then turned to kiss me before answering. I could taste my cum and her saliva as her tongue wormed its way into my mouth. Then she began a story that stunned me. Her upbringing made the stories that Kanan told sound like the babbling on an infant. I resolved that Kanan would suffer dearly for her fabrications, perhaps on this very bed with the assistance of Neelem as we worked in concert to punish that skinny wraith-like creature to the point that she would wish she had never been born. The thought of whipping that oozing slit between her bird-like legs started another erection to slowly develop, bringing a gasp of surprise from Neelem. Regardless, she toyed with my growing cock as she began her story.
It seems that when she was a teenager, her mother became sick and died shortly afterward. Neelem's grandmother agreed to come and run the house until such time as her son-in-law could find another wife. For reasons that Neelem never understood, this woman blamed her for her mother's illness, and began saying that she be punished severely for her part in her mother's death. It did not take too long before Neelem's father agreed to these demands. Neelem was brought into the livingroom one Saturday morning when she was fifteen and coping with her "curse". The entire family, her father, grandmother and three brothers were assembled for her father's pronouncement of her fate. Neelem was stunned to discover that she was now being put under the discipline of the rest of the family, which included her younger brother. She would be taken out of school and instructed at home by the rest of the family. In those days compulsory education was not taken too seriously when it came to teenage girls.
The family gathering became even more bizarre when the first instruction she received came from her grandmother who ordered her to disrobe completely in the presence of the family so that she could be carefully examined for the mark of the Dervish, an Indian demon claimed to lodge itself within the vagina of young girls. Neelem was too upset to comply with this order and she soon found herself being forcibly stripped by her older brothers. Soon she was naked, except for the string of the tampon protruding from her thin lipped cunt. Her grandmother instantly cried out that the fact that Neelem was in her period at this precise time was positive proof that she was possessed. Once again at her command, Neelem's two older brothers found and used some scratchy rope to tie the girl's hands behind her back. They forced her to bend over the arm of one of the large overstuffed chairs so that she could be punished for disobeying her grandmother. Her father used his heavy leather belt to discipline the girl, beating her until she was nearly unconscious. When his arm became too weary from using the belt, his sons took a turn while the father kept Neelem pinned like a captured butterfly to the arm of the chair.
A totally mortified Neelem was pulled to her feet and while she sobbed, her father declared that until such time as she renounced her allegiance to the demon possessing her, she would become the slave of the entire extended family. The girl could hardly believe her ears. How could something such as this be visited upon her? For the next two years Neelem spent her life moving from one branch of the family to another. Her duties were simple, she was to perform any task given to her by the group's matriarch having to do with keeping the family home in order. In practice this meant from dawn to dusk, seven days each week, she cleaned, washed, scrubbed, prepared food and did whatever the women of the house told her. In keeping with their perception that she was possessed by a demon, any member of the family could discipline her if they felt threatened by the demon. Usually there would be at least one female member with some type of complaint about the girl, and this person would make Neelem's life even miserable.
In almost every case it was Neelem's rapidly maturing body that was the cause of her troubles. The men were infatuated with her and the women irritated by the way they responded to her body. To make matters worse the women arranged things so that Neelem's body was always on display. She was not allowed to wear anything except a diaper-like garment that girded her loins and left the rest of her voluptuous form uncovered. She was not allowed to use the bathroom to relieve herself; instead there was a bucket placed outside of the door to the kitchen that she was to use. It was rare when there wasn't at least one male member of the family standing around watching the teenager squat over the bucket to relieve herself.
The males ruled the family in all matters except running the house. In keeping with this arrangement, Neelem was put under their discipline for any serious offenses against the family rules. Each family group seemed to take a different interpretation of what "serious" meant, thus reflecting the view of the family patriarch.
During the week while most of the males were busy working or going to school it was the women who disciplined her for minor infractions of the family rules. Rarely did one of the family elders involve himself in anything as trivial as disciplining a "slave" for a household misdeed . However Neelem was to learn rather quickly that her body still attracted the attention of even the elder male members.
She quickly learned that it was wise to be very compliant whenever one of the elders had her spend time in the privacy of his bedroom training her in the art of properly satifying his particular needs in matters sexual. It was in these situations that she was taught the proper techniques for bringing a man to hardness, prolonging that desirable state and finally finishing him off in a manner that showed her respect for him. She paid a price for these lessons, and the ladies exacted full measure upon her return. To her amazement every branch of the family appeared to have the same punishments for the same offenses. Six of the best between her legs with a leather strap was the penalty for spending time in an elder's bedroom; one across the buttocks for each mistake made while performing any household task.
It was during the evenings that she was most put upon by the male members of the family. She slept in a place located outside the main house of the compound, or in a small room located far from the central sleeping area if no outside buldings were available. In either case she was tightly tied to the crude bed, legs spread and arms pulled over her head. A thin blanket was placed over her naked body if the weather was cool. The shed or room was locked to prevent her from fleeing the compound. Supposedly only two people held keys, but on most nights she was visited by one or more males who used her body for their own needs as she lay helpless beneath them. Most branches of the family had enough virile males who took an interest in her body to keep Neelem occupied for many hours every night.
She considered it miraculous that she avoided becoming pregnant the first time she made the circuit. By the time she returned, Neelem was a different person. Her three brothers wasted no time enjoying their sister's nearly mature body while her father devoted what little time he gave to thrashing her to within an inch of her life for seducing his sons, at least that is what Neelem's grandmother told him, and why would she lie about such a thing? Since she was thought to be still under the domain of the demon, Neelem was beaten often, especially between her legs. Her three brothers took on this responsibility and would always make sure that afterward she would be filled with their seed, still another way to drive the demon from within her, according to what their grandmother told them. Neelem stubbornly remained barren.
Her second grand tour saw Neelem spending even more time on her back and stomach while various members of the family pounded their seed into her body. Still to her amazement, she avoided conception, although she was being skewered regularly. Perhaps it was all the beatings she was receiving for any and all infractions of the family rules. On these second time visits those in control of the teenager now insisted that she be naked at all times. Her visits to the bucket were limited significantly and any accidents she had were dealt with harshly. During one of her last visits on this tour she was given her first taste of the cane. Prior to that she had spent hours on end with her thighs spread wide so that every male in the family as well as some of their close friends could spend themselves inside her. The addition of men outside of the family was a new and very distrurbing trend and one that grew over the next few circuits she made. Neelem was frantic with fear that sooner or later she would become pregnant, and be unable to identify the father due to the number of sex partners she was handling every night.
Neelem spent her sixteenth birthday servicing an army of sex crazed teenagers rounded up by one of her twice removed male cousins, who it turned out was charging them for the use of Neelem's body. For the better part of the afternoon, which fell on a weekend, she remained securely bound to a special pallet with small posts that allowed her ankles to be tied in such a manner that made both of her lower orifices available for use. This was not the first time she was sodomized; that nasty treatment had begun midway during this cycle of visits, and this one merely set a new record for the number of times her puckered entryway had been used in a day. When the last teen had taken his leave of her sweaty, sperm bedecked body, the men of the family took over.
The teenager was hung by her wrists with her legs spread wide. Each of the six male family members, including the one who had arranged her mass rape, took a turn using the cane on her plump rounded buttocks, leaving them covered with deep welts and even some open wounds from especially viscious strokes. Then for the first time ever she faced an onslaught from the women who used leather straps to whip her vulva, breasts and thighs until those areas of her body were beaten into swollen purplish masses of flesh. Neelem remained in her bed for the better part of three days after this terrible day of torment and torture.
As bad as that was, there still remained one more very unpleasant surprise for Neelem. It occurred at her last visit on this cycle. It was evident to her that all the family members were in communication. At every stop she was faced with an army of hard cocks that pillaged and plundered her relentlessly, showing her no mercy as they raped her fore and aft while members of the family looked on waiting for their turn to punish her for being such a tramp. The women kept telling her that they knew she was enjoying the attention she was receiving, pointing out how firm and large her breasts were, how fat her cunt lips were from all the cocks that passed in and out between them, and the layers of welts on her broad bottom that were the result of the efforts of other family members to show her the error of her ways. The teen could not believe her ears at what they were saying. How could they believe such things when all the time she was securely restrained and totally unable to defend herself from the onslaught of sex crazed men who used her without concern for her feelings, treating her as if she was a prostitute? Their response was to laugh at her as they strung her naked body up so that they could whip her from neck to knees with straps and bundles of switches soaked in brine; the cane was reserved exclusively for the men and was always used after she finished satisfying the members of the family and their invited guests.
It was after such an ordeal that Neelem was lying on her narrow bed in the shed, trying to recover from the cruel raping and subsequent beatings she had endured for the greater part of the day and well into the evening. She heard the lock being opened and steeled herself for another visitation from the male members of the family, wondering how many more she would have to accommodate before she was finally allowed to sleep and rest up for whatever new torments were in store for her on the morrow. It wasn't until a pair of warm wet lips were glued against her own, that Neelem realized that her visitor was a female, perhaps a young girl. She was too shocked to respond at first, and then she felt a hand searching for her sore,swollen cleft. Neelem was in a panic, what was she to do?
( To be continued )
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