Taming Sayali

                           Taming Sayali - Chapter 23

 

      I had had enough! The ongoing battles that pitted Neelem versus Kanan versus me over who was in control of Sayali had to end and end quickly. There were too many triangles in this house. Neelem, Kanan and I formed one. Neelem, Kanan and Sayali formed another. Neelem, Sayali and I formed one more, and finally there was Kanan, Sayali and I. Worse still was the square in which each of the others formed a side, independent and yet dependent on the other three for balance. In my view Sayali was at the bottom of an inverted pyramid, with myself at the base that is now on top and perhaps joined by whoever could accommodate herself to my plans for Sayali.

 

      To date Neelem had showed signs of being able to coexist for a time with me and her daughter. However the moment I went too far in her estimate, our relationsip began to flounder, which was not acceptable as far as I was concerned. There were many ways to break her daughter's resistance regardless of her taste when it came to sex partners. I was of the opinion that she could be won over to someone who radiated confidence in themself and intolerance for any deviation on her part from that personage's view of her life and destiny. Neelem kept missing the fact that Sayali was emotionally a child yet, despite her body which was certainly that of an adult.

 

      One of my grand strategies, which I dared not put into practice under current conditions, involved allowing lower caste males to have unprotected sex with Sayali on a regular basis. I was thinking of perhaps six to ten sex partners daily, covering her bare, bound body for as long as they needed until they had emptied every drop of sperm into her hot, wet cunt. I imagined Neelem seated comfortably by the bed, dabbing the perspiration that would form on her daughter's face and tits, as they pumped their seed into her vagina, releasing those blind spermatozoa to head upstream to find an egg at the source that they could fertilize.

 

      On the other hand it might turn out that all they left behind was some sexually transmitted disease that might eat away at her reproductive organs leading to Sayali becoming sterile and thus totally unattractive to most males, except the lowest of the low. I knew deep down that Neelem could not bear to witness this level of degradation, even if it did result in her daughter becoming obedient to her and my discipline.

 

      If the story that Neelem had just finished telling me describing her life when she was Sayali's age was true, then why should she react so strongly everytime I wanted to do things to Sayali that did not hold a candle to what Neelem had experienced? Carrying what she told me a step further, suppose Neelem was hiding the fact that she had much stronger lesbian tendencies than even Kanan. Why then would she be so frightened of her daughter taking the same path that she obviously might have enjoyed traveling herself?

 

      Of course there still was the issue of why Sayali's father chose to leave them when he did. Did he find himself becoming more and more sexually attracted to his daughter? Did he realize that Neelem was not as she claimed? Had he found someone else to take his wife's place in his bed? It was doubtful if these questions would ever be answered by anyone except him, and his whereabouts were not known, at least that's what Neelem had told me.

 

      Kanan was very much akin to Neelem in some ways if I was to believe the way she was mistreated as she matured. Her sexuality was in question based on what I saw. There was no doubt that she lusted for Sayali. However her approach to seducing the girl was almost manly. She sought to dominate Sayali by fear and the use of corporal punishment, much as she dominated Harsha. In a sense she was my strongest rival for Sayali, even using the same techniques as I did. If given the opportunity, Kanan would probably kidnap the teenager and spirit her away to some place where we could not find them. I was not her main focus, far from it I had to admit. Perhaps that is why I treated her as harshly as I did, subconsciously knowing her for what she was. I was not sure that Neelem has figured that out to the degree I had.

 

      All this retrospection led me to one conclusion, Sayali had to be removed from the field of battle between we adults. Once our struggle had been resolved, Sayali could be brought back into a situation where there was one head, yours truly and his supporter or supporters. I would have my way with Sayali and reshape her into my image of what she could be, no matter what the cost to her physically or mentally. At last I had come to grips with myself, I was much more complex and quite a bit more selfish that I originally thought myself to be. Now that I was fully revealed, it would be much easier to make the moves that might be required to capture and then tame Sayali. The pit was not the place to tame her, the bed was, that I now knew.

 

      It was then that the old shopkeeper entered my mind. He had given me a great deal of good advice, much of it I was thwarted from putting into full effect. What better person could there be to talk to on this matter. I was confident that I would receive the type of advice that would steer me in the proper drection to achieve my objectives. The following morning I left the house and sought out my counselor. Finding his shop was the usual challenge, even though I had been there a number of times. Once more I wandered about in this strange collection of items, some pedestrian, others arcane, many times side by side as if by chance, but more likely because of their connection that was beyond the understanding of most shoppers. He stepped from the darkness after a time and beckoned me to follow him into the depths of his exotic emporium.

 

      This meeting was most amusing to him as he listened to my summary of where things stood with the three females and myself. He could not help smiling at my frustration over matters. His attitude changed dramatically when I brought up my plan to isolate Sayali in order that I might resolve the issues between we three adults.

 

      "How odd that you should come on the very day when there is an opening at a school in which I studied many long years ago. Possibly this might be the place where your problem child could be sent for safe keeping while you focus on solving your problems."

 

      His words made no sense to me, since I was without any significant funds, being on sabbatical, and therefore could not afford to pay for such a school. His answer to that observation floored me.

 

      "Perhaps her mother might manage to see her way clear to donate some of her wealth for a short period in order to reap rewards that could very well last a lifetime. Perhaps she and I should talk, let us say tomorrow. I will close my shop for the morning and visit with you and her. If she sees things my way, Sayali will leave with me and you can then put your plan into motion."

 

      What did I have to lose? I agreed and took my leave after giving him a detailed set of instructions as to how to get to Neelem's house. He smiled and took no notes, which surprised me no end. He would come by eight in the morning, a civilized time and one which would allow him to open his store no later than perhaps noon. I had to admire his confidence, but there was little to indicate that he would be successful.

 

      As soon as I walked through the door Neelem came rushing from the kitchen to inform me that Sayali had wet her bed sometime during the evening and she was at her wit's end when it came to what action to take. I wasted no time responding to this breach of decorum. That brat would not escape my vengeance for this. With Neelem trailing in my wake I went into the hot steamy room where Sayali was kept most of the time. I didn't raise my voice or make threats; instead I pulled my belt from my pants and began thrashing the sullen teen across her firm tits. I struck those bouncy bags of fat until my arm was sore, ignoring her screams and yelps as the leather dug deep into her flesh. Regardless of whether she stayed or left tomorrow, today she would pay with plenty of skin for her little "accident". I thought it funny that Kanan, who would have reveled in witnessing this brutal whipping, was at shool teaching her students and perhaps picking out a suitable substitute for Sayali if all else failed.

 

      I suggested that Neelem prepare lunch for us since I would need something to fortify me for what I'd be dealing out to that little troublemaker this afternoon. I could see the glint in Neelem's eyes. If all went well she and I might celebrate our victory over her daughter with a nice session of sex in her big bed, something we tended to neglect when things between us got troublesome. In all candor Neelem made an excellent bed partner when her mind was properly focused on satisfying me. I in turn would always do my best to reciprocate. That made me wonder what might happen if Sayali were to leave for a time and the three of us were able to develop a bond between us and against Sayali. To date, no matter how hard we tried, it never occurred for one reason or another. Now there was a time constraint as well, I didn't have too many months left before I had to return to my country and resume teaching.

 

      While Neelem prepared lunch I prepared Sayali's gag, for I intended to whip her pussy mound until her cunt mouth closed from the swelling my strap caused. So much for the shopkeeper's bejeweled whip and custom made pussy flogger, there was nothing as satisfying as a leather belt wrapped tightly around one's fist and ready to cause terrible pain to its victim. I found a pair of Neelem's ripe panties in the hamper and I put them in the toilet before I relieved myself. I let them soak while I retrieved a large wooden spoon and a pot from the kitchen, making Neelem very curious as to their use.

 

      Sayali glowered at me as I entered the small room where she was kept most of the time. Her tits had swelled considerable since the whipping, and I was sorely tempted to touch them up again. That would have to wait until I had her securely gagged. I explained to her what I intended to do and warned her that any attempt on her part to scream or bite would be met with some very unpleasant reactions. I pulled the pair of urine drenched panties from the pot and approached her, noticing that her pubic hair had grown back from the last time that Kanan had dry shaved it some time ago. I ordered her to open her mouth so I could put the gag in place. She refused, shaking her head and closing her eyes like a spiteful little girl.I was not in the mood for her games.

 

      I hit her across the mouth with the wooden spoon, not as hard as I could, but hard enough to let her know what she was facing. She yelped and sputtered, turning her head away. This time the blow was to her ear, which she had presented by her move. I was just about to whack her across the head when Sayali capitulated and opened her mouth. If looks could kill, I would have been a dead man, the way she stared at me as her mouth was filled with the acrid tasting panties. I used a piece of adhesive tape to assure that the gag remained in place. To make certain it did the job, I deliberately twisted one of her nipples and watched her face cloud up and then some tears began leaking from the corners of her eyes, proof positive the the gag was most effective. Satisfied that she was prepared for her whipping, Neelem and I had a leisurely lunch before adjourning to that little room where a frightened teenager lay vulnerable and helpless to prevent me from punishing her.

 

      Neelem took her seat by the bed and stroked her daughter's brow, bedewed with perspiration. The first blow split Sayali's cunt lips and made a squishing sound. She arched against her bonds, but they held fast. I crisscrossed those plump pussy lips from top to bottom and then reversed the path, ending with a tattoo of cuts to her partially erected clit. I stepped back and caught my breath, that first salvo had been too quick and coming on top of a large lunch, gave me pause to collect myself.

 

      Moving to the side opposite Neelem, my belt began eating into her firm flesh from the area of her collarbone, down to her tits, then detouring to her ribcage before eating away at her hips, thighs and finishing at her feet which flexed and moved from side to side in a vain attempt to avoid the blows that rained down on them. I had to restrain myself from using the buckle end of my belt on those dainty feet. Another rest period was in order, but not for her. My fingers twisted and pinched her flesh from the insides of her thighs to her fat cunt lips and stiff nipples.

 

      What made me choose twenty as the final number of strokes I would deliver to her plump cunt mound was a mystery, but twenty it was. I took my time and struck each with maximum force, rarely missing my target by more than an inch or two. After only seven strokes I could see evidence that her cunt lips were swelling, which galvanized me to even harder blows. Now the belt was making a cracking sound as it bit into her dusky skin and left a rapidly growing welt. Glancing over at Neelem I could see she had her eyes shut tightly and her head pointed at the wall. That spurred me on and the next four blows landed on top of each other and now her cunt mouth was nearly closed.

 

      My focus was now on that small portion of her sex button that was peeking from its hood.Had I been thinking instead of venting my rage, I might have inquired as to why her clit seemed to be excited by the terrible damage the belt was creating. Blow after blow fell on that tiny nubbin of sex flesh and a red curtain seemed to be falling down around me. I had lost count and was still flailing away like some demented automaton when Neelem's voice penetrated the fog that surrounded me. I dropped the leather from my fist and stepped back to catch my breath and survey what kind of damage I had wreaked on the teenager's body.

 

 

                        ( To be continued - lex ludite )