0 comments/ 59184 views/ 13 favorites Taming Sayali Ch. 01 By: lex_ludite Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. * I am a teacher taking his sabbatical in India. One afternoon as I was leafing through the local English language paper I came across a solicitation for a private tutor to work with a young lady on her education and manners. The wording was rather strange and most intriguing. I responded and two weeks later I was hired as Sayali's personal tutor. Sayali was a positively gorgeous 19 year old with a disposition that left much to be desired. Her mother, who was well fixed as a result of her divorce settlement, had thrown up her hands in dismay over the way her only child seemed to have changed once she entered college. I found Sayali to be extremely bright, energetic and totally undisciplined. After two weeks I held a consultation with her mother. Neleema gave me permission to employ any and all means to bring her daughter under control. She emphasized the fact that she did mean "any". "When Sayali was growing up her father kept her in line by the judicious use of corporal punishment. By the time she was eighteen she was taking the cane regularly. It was a rare day when Sayali wasn't submitted to a sound thrashing. Most of the time I would witness her punishment out of consideration for family solidarity." "During the final weeks of our marriage my husband began to restrain the girl, binding her wrists and ankles to the corners of our marriage bed, then placing a pillow beneath her bottom to elevate her mound so that it could be whipped properly. He was now using a device he had purchased in one of those adult emporiums. He called it a flogger and it was evidently designed with the intention of being used to administer a through beating to a girl's private parts. It was amazing to witness the spray of juices that would fly from her mound as the flogger bit into the soft flesh. Sayali would be so swollen after such a beating that the child would have difficulty urinating. Then abruptly my husband was gone and it was about this time that Sayali began to turn away from me." I developed the mother of all erections while she told me this story. To my chagrin I realized that while I had been totally focused on carrying out my duties with respect to the girl, her mother had been sending me very strong signals that she was interested in me for other uses. It dawned on me that likely this well built woman had not been with a man since her husband departed, and from what she had told me, they were not occupying the same bed for months before he left. Immediately I began making repairs to our slightly damaged relationship. Neleema beamed when I started complimenting her on her appearance and how well she kept the house in order despite her disobedient daughter. I began to take a much more careful look at this woman, who was probably in her early to mid 40s. She dressed in the traditional fashion, a sari over what might be described charitably as loose undergarments. I noticed how her hips swayed as she moved about the house, and the gentle movement of her large breasts as they struggled against the restraints of the tightly drawn sari. We soon became close friends, sharing our common goal of training her recalcitrant daughter into a being who was at one with the world. Sayali continued to be a trial and a challenge to me and her mother. I was reluctant to use force on the lovely teen for fear of causing a permanent rupture in our tenuous relationship. After a few weeks as Neleema and I grew closer and closer to sharing her empty bed, an event of some significance took place. Neleema and Sayali clashed harshly over the matter of her dress while she was in the house. The girl preferred to run around in jeans and a top. I could not fail to notice that she rarely wore a bra, even though she was very well built for a nineteen year old. I ended the argument and established myself as the man of the house with one quick decision. From now on Sayali would either wear a sari when in the house or only her underwear. Both of them were very surprised at the latter option, but Neleema realized that she and I would soon be doing naughty things in her big empty bed, and thus would not be too tempted by the state of undress that her daughter would likely choose. As I expected, Sayali chose to wear as little as possible. As soon as the little imp returned home from college she would disrobe at the door and then prance about in tight panties and bras that left little to the imagination. Since she'd been in them all day in a classroom that had no air conditioning, she would be rather ripe by the time she got home. Her scent was driving me insane as was the sight of her perpetually damp panty crotch that me to glimpse almost all of her plump pubic mound. I soon realized that she shaved her pubic hair, something that was in vogue with the teenaged population. Neleema was scandalized, but I just looked and licked my lips, wondering what that plump pussy tasted like. A few days later Neleema invited me into her bedroom one early afternoon, fully knowing that her daughter would not be interrupting us for many hours. I put the time to good use. Neleema was an exciting lover and for a few weeks I failed to respond to the temptations that were offered daily by Sayali. Neleema was delighted at the length and thickness of my penis. She spent hours fondling and kissing it, not so much to get it hard, but to express her appreciation for how it was put to use. She had no reservations when it came to sucking it or even swallowing whatever I happened to deliver when she got too enthusiastic. She went wild the first time I went down on her thickly thatched mound and began worming my tongue into that hot, aromatic slit. She told me afterwards that her husband had a great distaste for anything having to do with oral sex, refusing her offers to suck him off as well as her overtures to have him go down on her. We must have tried every position in the Kama Sutra, twice or possibly three times, during the first month. I would take her in the morning as soon as a very annoyed Sayali left for lectures. Later we'd return for an encore performance just before lunch. I used to tell her that was to allow us to develop a good appetite. She used to laugh and chide me for being a pig and eating a meal before lunch. Usually I was too busy exploring some new nook or cranny in her well upholstered body to respond. To lord it over her impudent daughter Neleema always arranged to have me doing her when the girl returned from class. The first few times the door to the bedroom was shut and so the girl just ignored her mother's long drawn out moans and groans, not to mention her loud requests for me to " Fuck me harder! Kiss me down there, oh yes, right there, don't stop. Please don't stop.. if I suck you, can you do me once more? Please say yes, I'll suck you so very hard and as long as it takes.." The third day our bedroom door was wide open and Neleema arranged matters so that I was deep inside her, pumping away at a good steady pace as she moaned and groaned. We knew Sayali was listening and so Neleema made it even more interesting by saying in a loud, quivering voice, "Cum inside me, I know you can do it one more time, pump me harder and make me feel that long fat cock turning me inside out." Neleema grinned and nodded as Sayali sauntered past us as we made the bedsprings creak even faster. The next day Neleema was straddling me as I drilled her out from below. This time her daughter actually stopped and stared at us as we went at it like rabbits. The next day Neleema sprang another surprise on her daughter, waiting until she was home and in her underwear. That day Sayali had selected a pair of sheer bikini panties that left nothing to the imagination and a matching half cup bra that presented, more than supported, her heavy breasts. Neleema waltzed out of the shower in nothing but a pair of panties and padded past her open-mouthed daughter. To make matters worse she stayed half naked for the next hour or so, idly leafing through a magazine and then innocently asking me if I wanted to go into the bedroom and "fuck for a while". Sayali nearly choked and turned bright red. Neleema gave me a mischievous grin and made sure that Sayali and I both saw her scratch her crotch with a contented look of satisfaction on her face. In truth I had spent the better part of the afternoon doing her fore and aft, a special treat she thought I deserved. Her butt hole was super tight and I nearly came before I got deep enough inside to start pumping. She just stretched out on her belly and held her cheeks apart to allow me entry into her backdoor, something her husband had rarely used. I was the second man who had ever been inside her anus and I would become a regular visitor as time went on. Two days later another event occurred which changed the relationship and balance of power between the three of us. Sayali, shame-faced, had brought home a letter from the University Dean calling attention to the fact that she had been caught in a compromising situation with another girl in the showers. It required Neleema to attend a conference with Sayali's professor and a counselor on the following day. Immediately after reading this letter Neleema looked toward me and said in a very angry voice, "You are to blame for this! You have not instilled proper discipline into this terrible child of mine. Instead you have been fucking me and ignoring your duties. Until you bring her under control, there will not be any fucking for you unless you go to see a prostitute." Sayali tried to become invisible, but within a minute or so she found herself over my lap, receiving a very serious spanking. In our struggle her bra had come free giving me my first look at her bare breasts. They were spectacular. However it was her bottom I focused on. Pulling her panties down around her knees, I began delivering hard smashes of my open palm onto her firm butt cheeks, noticing how little they jiggled as I slammed into them. About a dozen spanks in, she began to cry and after another dozen she was sobbing and pleading for relief from the rain of blows falling on her bare, burning bottom. I continued until my arm grew tired, perhaps dealing her nearly two dozen more before I stopped. By then she was a trembling mass of anguished little girl, her firm cheeks now crimson and swelling rapidly. I knew that she would be having a very difficult time staying seated comfortably at school tomorrow. I also knew that she was in for another very unpleasant surprise when she returned home. I would be waiting with a few toys that her rump would soon become quite familiar with. That evening Neleema crawled into bed wih me and the next thing I knew she was trying to swallow my cock whole. "That was a fast moratorium", I thought as she noisily suctioned me into hardness. I did my duty and finished by shooting all over her big tits. She gave me a big smile and rubbed the white stuff into her pendulous breasts. I wondered if Sayali would get as big as her mother, or perhaps bigger. That thought kept me hard, and so we got busy and soon were making the bed creak and the bedsprings squeak once more. I started to think again about Sayali, alone in the dark with her butt still on fire, listening to the sound of her mother and the man who just pounded her butt into mush fucking away. That mind picture made me smile, even as I shifted gears and really began laying the wood to Neleema. This load was a bit more challenging to deliver, but Neleema was on her game and I barely had time to pull out and decorate her belly with a watery load that she accepted graciously. She fell fast asleep with my cum still drying on her sweaty skin. My employer was a damned good fuck; there was no doubt about that. Still I couldn't get rid of the memory of Sayali's bare breasts and that fine firm ass. It was a busy day for all three of us. Neleema's meeting with the Dean was scheduled for right after lunch. Sayali, moving rather stiffly, left for lectures a few minutes late, probably slowed somewhat by her sore bottom. I'm sure that the girls would tease her mercilessly if they saw her bruised behind in the showers. I wondered if she and the other girl might slip away for a brief tryst where her lover might gently rub her pain away. Neleema was a bit agitated, and definitely not in the mood for sex as I discovered this morning when I rolled over and attempted to warm her up. She slapped my hand away and muttered that she was still unhappy with me. I thought back to last night as she sucked enthusiastically on my stiff cock, trying for a second round of hard fucking, and smiled to myself. I knew that this evening we would be locked tightly together, trying to climb into each other's body, Neleema urging me to go deeper and harder and faster as we soaked the sheets. There are some advantages to living in a large city. Generally one can live an anonymous existence if one chooses. Almost everything that one might need or want can usually be obtained in such a place. Today I had need for some very specific items. It would take some time to ferret out a supplier, but at least I knew in which section of the city to begin my search. I set out immediately after Neleema, who was still muttering and not exactly sure that she was wearing the proper clothing for her meeting, left the house. It took a couple of hours before I entered an out of the way shop that had what I sought. I wondered if perhaps Sanjiv, Sayali's father, had obtained his flogger from this very same establishment. The one I selected after consulting with the owner for some time was of high quality leather, well made and still stiff, having yet to be used. I also was shown a very interesting device which could be best described as a modified ping-pong paddle. This one had a larger face, sufficient to cover the firm rounded cheeks of my charge. It was weighted in a manner that allowed much greater force to be applied to the target. I was startled at the explosive sound it made when the owner demonstrated its power. Finally there were numerous holes drilled through the wooden paddle that decreased air resistance, allowing one to generate much greater speed in the paddle which translated to even more force to be dealt to the offending bottom of my teenaged temptress. Next I purchased a set of high quality and rather expensive handcuffs to be used to restrain the girl during portions of her training sessions. I resisted the shopkeeper's attempts to sell me a leather mask, a ball gag or a spreader bar, but did purchase a set of leather straps that would do the job when I wished to stretch Sayali out on the bed for some serious punishment. The thought of having her naked body so vulnerable and accessible gave me an erection that brought a smile to the owner's face. Neleema was already back by the time I returned. The meeting had not gone very well. Evidently Sayali was a favorite of many girls, who seemed to pass her around from one to the other. The professors had complained about her deportment in lectures and recommended that she be expelled. As of today Sayali was suspended from school until Neleema could provide evidence that her daughter had reformed her ways. Neleema was furious, and naturally I caught a great deal of the blame and was once more exiled from her bed. "I am not raising a lesbian! My family would be outraged and mortified to learn of this. I want you to give her the thrashing of her young life when she comes home from school today. Poor Sanjiv, perhaps he finally realized what she was and just didn't have the heart to do what had to be done. You should have no such scruples. I've seen how you look at her, well she's yours. You can use her every night for all I care, just as long as she turns into a girl who likes men not women." I could not believe my ears. I was being given total control over this young succubus. I wondered just how far Neleema would let me go. As soon as the girl got home I was going to start to find out. Taming Sayali Ch. 02 Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. * The moment Sayali was through the door her mother was upon her. The child was overwhelmed by the ferocity of Neleema's assault. Her clothing was literally torn from her body until she was down to her underwear, a flimsy bra that appeared designed to tease the onlooker rather than support the girl's heavy, melon-shaped breasts and a matching pair of panties that revealed rather than concealed her plump, hairless pubic mound. "You disgraceful slut! You miserable demon! You have brought dishonor down on my family and me. You are no longer my daughter; you are his slave! He will now determine your fate and your future. I will have nothing to do with you!" I knew better than to intrude on this momentous and one-sided confrontation. It represented a major triumph for my cause. Sayali was now mine; she would become an obedient daughter once again. At issue was the direction in which her life would move. I was not sure of the answer as I stood and waited for the rage of Neleema to subside sufficiently for me to take control of her disowned daughter. The girl offered little resistance as I used my newly purchased handcuffs to pin her arms behind her back. I could not resist clamping, then twisting and squeezing her firm tits to validate my victory. Sayali refused to acknowledge my new roles as her mentor, trainer and punisher. I was in such a state that her rejection infuriated me. At that point I was determined that before all was settled, she would grovel at my feet and plead for the pain and humiliation that she deserved. Prior to her arrival I had begun to plan the logistics of taming Sayali. Neleema had already told me of her decision to put her unruly daughter into my hands and to avoid intruding into whatever took place between Sayali and myself. This fractious girl had to be tamed, not broken. There is more than a subtle distinction between the two conditions. I wanted to possess all, her spirit, her youth, her fire as well as her mouthwatering body that seemed to grow more enticing by the day. A critical component of my approach involved reestablishing the intimate relationship I had enjoyed with Neleema. This moody, frustrated woman would be my savior, protecting me from giving into my lusts when it came to dealing with her disowned daughter. I dare not display any weakness when it came to dealing with my charge, even though I intended to expose myself fully to her charms. Already she had scored a minor victory over me when I had mauled her breasts to symbolize my triumph. This could not be done too often or all would be lost. Tomorrow a gang of laborers that I had contracted for would begin constructing Sayali's new home, a pit three meters deep, hollowed out in the rear courtyard of Neleema's property. It was close to the stand of bodhi trees that provided shelter from the cruel rays of the afternoon sun and privacy for those, such as myself, using this area for other purposes. It would be a long time before the child would sleep under this roof once more; tonight would be the last time she would have the comfort of her own bed. This would be another symbol of her reduction in importance and the power which I now wielded. I planned to use Sayali's presence in her own bed as a means to once more insinuate myself into Neleema's good graces, and ultimately her soft, warm body. However before I could make this move, I had to exhibit my mastery of this rebellious girl that occupied a woman's body. I would begin this demonstration with a carefully staged beating, the likes of which Sayali could not imagine. It would be the first time I would employ many of the items I had recently purchased for use on this imp. To entice Neleema's curiosity I planned to leave the door to the bedroom wide open. Initially after I dragged Sayali away from her outraged mother, I half-carried the struggling teen to her bedroom. The leather straps I'd recently purchased soon secured the girl by her wrists and ankles to the corner posts of her bed. I stepped back to take in the tableau that would be presented to Neleema, if she took the bait. All that remained of Sayali's covering was the sheer pair of panties, now soaked with sweat from her struggles. I could see every detail of that fat-lipped cunt and my lusts nearly took command. I stepped back and looked away as if protecting myself from a gorgon. The girl began to berate me, forgetting her precarious situation. I responded by stuffing a pair of her socks into her mouth, keeping them in place by means of tape that I'd included in the package of items I'd collected here. To give her something to contemplate while I had dinner with Neleema, I showed her the weighted paddle and the flogger. Her eyes grew wide when I smashed the paddle down, missing her body by mere millimeters. It still made an impressive sound on this relatively soft surface. I smiled down and said, "Imagine what this can do to that firm bottom of yours. You'll have an opportunity to find out just how much it hurts once I use it on you later this evening." Her eyes closed and she sighed through the gag, causing those brown melons capped with almost ebony nipples to slowly swell then ebb much like an ocean wave. "I know you are familiar with this little toy. I know your father used it on you often just before he left. I don't think he used it too well I'm afraid. This one is brand new, it's never been used. I purchased it specifically for that plump pussy you enjoy teasing me with. It's a bit stiff now, but in a few weeks it will be supple, well broken in, a perfect match to your swollen cunt. I know how much I will enjoy watching that special place of yours drool as this fine leather tool splatters your pussy juice onto your heaving belly and down those curving thighs." I could watch Sayali's eyes widen, then narrow as she relived her experiences with the flogger. I could imagine her thinking about my resolve, wondering if I indeed had the will and the strength to give her the pain I was threatening. She was still staring blankly at the wall as I took my leave. Over dinner I discussed some of my plans with Neleema, who by then had calmed down somewhat. I explained that this would be the last night that Sayali spent under her roof. That got her attention instantly; she had not anticipated such a radical change. When I explained about the pit that would be dug in the rear section of her property she gave me a grim smile. "So she will live beneath the ground in an area no larger than the bed she is currently occupying. That is amazing. How will she be fed? Where will she relieve herself? How can she enter or leave this place?" Each answer I provided only broadened her smile, until she finally broke into laughter at my description of a number of applications the hoist would be used for, beside raising and lowering her daughter from the narrow prison she would occupy when I was not teaching or disciplining her. Neleema hung on my every word as we dined leisurely. Sayali would have neither food nor water until her new home was completed and she was within its confines. She agreed to supervise the laborers while they constructed the pit and hoist. The latter item was absolutely essential to allowing me to carry out the rest of my plans. Her respect for me seemed to grow with every new revelation. She reacted with open glee when I told her I intended to establish some kind of relationship with Sayali's former teacher. It was quite obvious to me, even without seeing the woman in question, that her attitude toward Sayali was strongly tinged with jealousy. Neleema clapped her hands and whooped when she realized what my long term intentions were with respect to that young woman. "She will become your ally in this endeavor; perhaps more, much more. It is even possible that she could become a full fledged member of this conspiracy. Oh the guile and treachery you are displaying both amuses and frightens me. That slut of mine, not so, yours now, will soon rue the day you ever entered this house." Neleema then proceeded to give her impressions of Miss Kanan Jorsay. I had not seen my former lover this animated ever. "She is young, just from the university. This is her first position and she is still learning what it means to be trying to educate girls not that much younger than herself. Sayali is no different than most girls her age. Miss Jorsay, for reasons that are not known to me seems to be almost obsessed with your slave's behavior and attitude." I had to supress my amused reaction to the words "your slave" that Neleema used with emphasis. Yes, that dusky vision of budding beauty was now mine. How long I could retain my control over her depended on the help of others such as her mother who was rapidly being sucked into this contest of the wills. Neleema continued to give me her assessment of the young woman who hopefully would play a substantial role in the future activities I had planned for Sayali. "Her dress reflects the influence of our former masters. She wore a mannish suit that seemed to be out of place at the school. She is neither ugly nor pretty and is dark complexioned. Her glasses were those narrow type that made her seem to be harsher than she probably is. I doubt that she has drawn the attention of too many young men here. To me she seemed small, a terrier of a young woman still very unsure of herself." At this point Neleema leaned forward and gave me a knowing smirk as she said, "I'm sure she will be dazzled by the appearance of one such as you, especially if you were to treat her not as just a teacher. This one has needs, it is written in the way she holds herself. We women can read the signs that you men do not seem even able to see let alone understand." Had we been fencing she probably would have scored a touch with her final remark. I did my best to retain my calmness, but knew that there was still a strong bond between us, which gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. The sheer animal lust that I was feeling towards that girl awaiting my wrath was still strong, but the presence of this seasoned soul whose needs were known to me acted to bank rather than stoke the fire that burned within me. I discussed my plan to meet with the teacher as early as tomorrow if arrangements could be made. This would indicate my sincerity to make amends for my errors in judgment, and also give me the opportunity to ingratiate myself with her. I planned to ask if she would act as my advisor in certain aspects of Sayali's education, where she obviously knew more about the situation than I. Neleema's face broke into another wide smile when I mentioned that perhaps I might hint to the young lady that one of my approaches to making the girl more manageable and obedient would involve employing the application of corporal punishment. With the hook set, I made my exit. I could not resist leaving a trail of bread crumbs that she might follow. I casually mentioned that I would be engaged for a considerable length of time with providing Sayali with her first taste of corporal punishment, but I had taken the precaution of gagging her so as to not disturb Neleema while I gave my "slave/pupil" a sound thrashing. I got an immediate response; her eyes glittered and a few muscles in that smooth round face clenched briefly. Taming Sayali Ch. 03 Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. * I opened the door to the bedroom where my slave waited. The sun had just set, but the oppressive heat had settled inside the house. The heat was approaching its zenith and would remain at this level for two more months before the rains came. I turned on the light and saw the outline of her body etched into the sheet from the sweat that had poured from her nearly naked form. It took an effort to avoid smiling down at my victim. She had spent a goodly amount of time straining to escape the leather ties, but they had held fast. Even so she continued her fruitless struggle while I hefted the flogger and made myself comfortable. This particular instrument had a flat "beaver tail" striker rather than the strands of leather that comprised most of them. That is what had attracted me immediately to it when I'd seen the selection the operator of the shop offered. The first blow caught Sayali by surprise. I had looked away briefly and she had followed my feint to her great dismay. It landed perfectly, covering her cunt with a crushing force that drove the air from her lungs. Before she could prepare herself for the next it had already struck, missing its target somewhat but letting her left thigh feel the power of the unforgiving leather tongue. The initial portion of her beating was most satisfying. By moving from side to side and now and then changing the direction of my strike at the last second, it was possible to land numerous solid hits upon her most vulnerable body. I decorated the fronts of her tapering thighs, as well as her flat belly, which proved to be nearly unyielding for a time. I solved that problem by concentrating blow after blow on the same region, aiming just above the top of her cunt so that the pain exploded deep inside her gut. I could observe her struggling to get her breath as the relentless attack on her groin took full effect. It was my intention to demonstrate to Sayali that I was quite capable of severely hurting her, perhaps even marring that splendid body with permanent scars. I took a position that allowed me to walk the flogger over one side of her body, moving from her legs, up along her ribs and even searching out her quite sensitive arm pit which surprisingly had closely cropped dark hair covering its surface. I paused to make sure that I had covered every millimeter, noting with some degree of satisfaction that the blows I had struck to the insides of her legs had left distinct areas of swelling. Then I started in on those firm melons. Normally when a woman is on her back, her breasts seem to flow and conform to the surface supporting them. Such was not the case with Sayali; those solid mounds sat proudly upon her chest, showing no evidence that there was such a thing as gravity. They hardly moved when I began flattening them with the beaver's tail. It was fascinating to watch them absorb blow after blow to the same spot without any reaction except the slight indenting of the flesh before it sprang back ready for another and another and another. It was almost as if the slight, almost rhythmic movement of her magnificent breasts had cast a hypnotic spell over me. It took all the discipline I could muster to stop myself from this mindless frenzy that had taken control of me. Throwing the flogger onto the bed I retreated in some confusion at what had just occurred. Neleema stared at me with a very strange look on her face, a combination of joy and fear passing over her features, changing every second or so it seemed. I made some flimsy excuse that I was thirsty and needed to refresh myself before returning to the task. As she looked away I caught a fleeting glimpse of a smirk; she was not impressed with my effort. It was this subtle signal from her that made my blood heat up once more. Sayali and Neleema had much to learn about me before this night ended. When I returned to the stifling bedroom I picked up the flogger and placed it against her face, as if preparing to lash the heavy leather pad down upon it. The look of fear this invoked in Sayali was unlike anything I had ever witnessed from her previously. As with most of those gifted with beauty, she was fearful of it being taken away from her. I now knew of at least one chink in the girl's armor. To make sure I raised the flogger and made a motion as if I was going to strike her full in the face. I could hear the squeal of absolute terror that leaped from her throat only to be muffled by the gag filling her mouth. Her entire body stiffened, then went into some type of spasm as I brought the flogger down onto the wet sheet by her head which was now turned away in abject horror. The girl proceeded to lose control of her bladder and I watched in fascination as she pissed herself, the crotch of those sheer, sweat soaked panties now darkening from the urine squirting from her. I nearly laughed at her humiliation. I would become her master, of that there could be no doubt. It was now only a matter of time before I could tame her spirit, or so I naively thought. Unfortunately for Sayali there were more people than just she and I involved in this first of what would be many terrible beatings. There was Neleema and possibly Kanan and perhaps others who might assist a strong, dominant male in his quest to tame this teenager. For these reasons I started laying into her once more with renewed vigor, beginning on her other side, and working back down to her legs, trying my best to match the bruises and swellings that had already developed from my initial pass. I have no idea how long or how many blows that firm body absorbed before I reached my final goal, her sodden crotch. I took stock of the situation for a few moments, recovering my strength as I surveyed my prey. Her eyes were mere slits and her blistered breasts rose and fell erratically. It was apparent that the gag was now doing more than merely muffling her cries of pain. She was having difficulty drawing breath due to its presence. There were other factors that entered into this situation, the closeness of this stifling room, her panic now that she realized that this beating was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and the renewed pain that radiated from her bruised rib cage every time she drew even a shallow breath. I leaned forward and placed the flogger on that plump mound, gently pressing it against her wet flesh. There was no response from Sayali. I could not interpret what this meant, but wasted no time dwelling on it, there remained much work to be done. Making sure that my feet were set properly I began to give that cunt the hell it richly deserved. The first blow landed flush, neatly covering the target. Her eyes widened, then shut as the second strike followed. My arm rose and fell with mechanical precision as I tried to turn that fat-lipped grotto into a pulp. Each blow caused her to lunge mindlessly against the leather straps holding her in place. I began to try to time my blows so that some smashed into that lunging plump mound at its zenith. Those were the most satisfying hits, as it seemed she was deliberately offering her most sensitive area to be kissed by the fiery pain that I was generating. It was impossible to sustain this assault. The tremendous expenditure of energy in the oppressive heat took its toll. On the other hand, there was no way that I wanted Sayali to have respite from the pain that this beating was creating in her piss soaked core. By now there was a steady stream of tears flowing down her cheeks adding to the pool of sweat and piss that had formed around her battered and bruised body. Even though my attack had been savage, even merciless, it had yet to draw any blood. This was merely an observation, not a critique. The girl's tears, trembling bruised body and ragged breathing were reward enough for me at this time. I still had one goal to reach. I wanted for some strange reason to beat her crotch to the point that those soaking wet panties would split from the force of my blows, completing her denuding. I resumed the beating with blows that were less frequent but more powerful. They had the desired effect of causing a spray of sweat and urine to arc out from her swollen slit. The lips of her cunt had swelled until they appeared to be one fat, crimson strip. I concentrated on flattening that rounded ridge of flesh and succeeded over and over. I adjusted my strikes to go a bit higher on her in hopes that the drag from the beaver tail would shred the waistband of those damned panties, but they held fast. It became a game wrapped in an obsession for me. I played with all the ardor of one of those pinball addicts one saw in the arcades that were so popular in this wondrous land. My entire world, all my reality was centered in that cunt and its skimpy sheer shield that resisted my every attempt to breach it. My arm rose and fell driving the head of the flogger into that plump pussy from every imaginable angle. Fountains of salty liquid flew through the air as blow upon blow smashed into that sore strip of female flesh. I was consumed by this madness and might have literally beaten the girl to death had not Neleema intruded. "Enough, my daughter has had enough." She kept repeating this mantra almost in rhythm with the relentless blows I dealt to that now senseless bundle of battered skin and flesh. Finally she captured my arm and held on grimly as I still developed enough strength to make a weak hit against Sayali's wet flesh. It was then that she broke through the red mist that had covered my eyes. "Enough, my child has had enough." Her words penetrated through the rage and frustration that had held me in thrall. I dropped the sweat soaked flogger onto the bed beside my victim and took a very deep breath of the musky air to clear my head. Sayali looked as if she was sleeping free of the pain she had endured for so long a time. The rage and anger had passed, I felt something quieting enfold me, and realized it was coming from my former lover and the mother of the child I had so brutally mistreated. I held her hand as she led me from the bedroom. It was not until Neleema preceded me into her bedroom that I realized she was naked. My attention had been so focused on Sayali that I was oblivious to that body that I had so enjoyed penetrating, kissing and licking. I stopped to take in those heavy, slightly sagging breasts, the rounded belly that utterly fascinated me and that musky mound guarded by its thatch of thick curly pubic hair. My attention to her nakedness seemed to please and discomfort her at the same time. She solved that problem neatly by telling me that we had been through some extremely trying times today and what was needed was rest. "Tomorrow there will be time for other things." Her closing remark was spoken with a very small, but to me, very significant smile. Within minutes I was asleep, safe within her bed, almost as if I were a kid once more. I would like to say that when I awoke she and I made glorious and passionate love, but that would not be true. At first she rebuffed me gently and when I became more insistent she angrily pushed me away. "There is much both of us have to accomplish today. This other thing can wait until we are in control of things. If you wish I will tend to Sayali while you prepare yourself to meet with her teacher if you can. The workmen will be arriving in another hour or so and I must know exactly what you expect from them today. What do you wish me to do with your student in the other room if you do go to the college?" To show how the mind sometimes seizes on trivia while it works to address more serious issues, all I could think was whether I had given the dimensions of Sayali's new abode in English or metric units. Recovering my wits I had to admit that Neleema's argument had great merit and so I retreated. Her references to Sayali were no longer harsh and negative; however they still showed no affection for her disowned daughter. At this point Neleema's neutral stance was one that would not impede my initial plans for the girl. A movement in either direction from this position would in all likelihood prove harmful if it occurred before these first few steps were successfully accomplished. Taming Sayali Ch. 04 Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. My luck was good and Ms Kanan Jorsay agreed to meet with me later in the morning. In fact she even accepted my invitation to have lunch, if her schedule permitted. I arrived a few minutes before our meeting, having found my way to the room with little difficulty. Her directions had been terse but easy to follow. This young woman was obviously an orderly, well organized person based on this and the information I had gleaned from Neleema. In person this short, slim, dark skinned woman acted as if she was at least twenty centimeters taller and perhaps twenty kilograms heavier. She extended her tiny, bony hand in greeting and I took it, surprised at its coolness. Her grasp was quick and amazingly firm for a woman of her size. Kanan's face was almost skeletal, her skin stretched in sharp planes over the bony ridges of her cheeks and eye sockets. Her jaw was a clenched line that gave her the appearance of some bird of prey that had long since become extinct. Her eyes were hidden behind the tinted lenses of her glasses, their design narrowing her face even more. There was no way that she could be described as pretty or passable, but her face was unlike any I had ever seen. This was an exotic creature from our primordial past come to judge her descendants. For some reason my penis was hardening; I could not believe how my body and portions of my mind were reacting to this birdlike creature. Later my now strange behavior would become routine whenever I was in her presence, and I would no longer be anything but thrilled over my response to whatever that small, ball of angry flesh was radiating from somewhere deep within her. She immediately took control of our meeting, asking me a series of rapid fire questions, each one tied securely to its predecessor. Within minutes she knew quite a bit about me while keeping herself nearly a complete stranger. My erection was still intruding into my attempts to gain some control of our discussion. After being assured that I was indeed a member of the teaching profession, and had some knowledge about certain flaws that Sayali possessed, she paused. I foolishly thought she was allowing me an opportunity to make some queries of my own. But before the first words could come from my mouth she delivered the first of many devastating blows aimed at my young pupil. "There are times that I am firmly convinced that she is the reincarnation of some evil creature from the past. In my more charitable moments I believe her to be spoiled and in need of guidance and extremely firm discipline. She is not untalented when she applies herself, which is infrequent, but sufficient enough to totally frustrate me as a teacher. The new ways of our country have made it impossible to use the type of approach that I often experienced when growing up and even while I was at university." It was becoming very difficult to contain myself, to continue to act the part of a disinterested servant just wanting to know the easiest path to success with Sayali. I began to realize that here was a kindred spirit of sorts. I began to fantasize her as my assistant, an eager helpmate in the taming of this little imp. Kanan must have read some of these thoughts from my face. For the first time that stern configuration of skin and clenched muscle broke into something resembling a smile. To be honest it looked at first as if it were a grimace of discomfort, until I noted the relaxing of certain portions of her dark face. I pressed on with a more comfortable feeling about this matter. I decided that I had to draw this young lady out further, and this was not the proper venue for it. I suggested we discuss the matter of discipline with respect to Sayali over an early lunch. Her smile grew tighter as she nodded her head. Kanan took the lead, and within minutes we were in a small, dark restaurant. We were seated, at her request, well away from the main flow of traffic to the elaborate buffet of Indian dishes that were simmering over the small candles keeping them warm. To my surprise she ordered a cocktail. In my experience few Indian women drank, and the thought of her returning to teach with liquor on her breath seemed to be the height of arrogance on her part. I had much to learn about Kanan, and I was about to have my first lesson. She leaned forward once the waiter had disappeared into the darkness and said in a low voice tinged with venom, "I have had fantasies about beating that one bloody." I was utterly stunned. I could do nothing but try to accustom myself to the dimness and search for her face to see if perchance she had just made a joke. Even before I could start reading her features she confirmed the sincerity of her initial comment. "In my mind, I've turned those bouncing breasts into strips of raw bleeding meat on more than one occasion as she spitefully ignored my instructions or feigned ignorance concerning what they meant." I could feel her mirrored eyes drilling a hole into my deepest recesses, and at the same time I began to detect the faintest of scents emanating from her. I felt like an animal picking up the smell of another of my kind. I grew excited; my penis once more unsheathed at the prospect of becoming one with this exotic young woman. She was turning into something beyond my most optimistic expectations or fantasies. It was time to reveal my true intentions to Kanan; failure to do so might alienate us before we even had a chance to bond. With a deep breath I told her briefly of what had happened the previous evening, presenting the highlights and trying to conceal as much as I could about how I felt as I tore into Sayali's firm breasts and that yawning crevice of a cunt. She reached across the table and once more I was treated to the sensation of her small bony hand transmitting another one of her unspoken thoughts to me. The arrival of the waiter with her cocktail and my iced tea broke the spell momentarily. She took a long sip from the chilled contents of her glass and then started to tell me the brief story of her life. I hung on every word. "I grew up as the youngest in a home ruled with an iron hand by my father, who was a constable in our little town located on the Malabar Coast. I was least favored for two reasons, being the youngest and the only girl. I had two older siblings who with the passage of time assumed positions of authority and control over me as well. My mother knew her place and kept within its borders. I was totally at the mercy of the males of my family. I still remember the first time I received a taste of my father's wide leather belt, the one that was part of his uniform. You talk about symbolism; I learned well its meaning." "A minor squabble between me and the younger of my two brothers soon bloomed into an ugly confrontation. Before I knew what was happening I was stripped to the skin and over my father's lap. I will never forget the first taste of that horrible belt. It was as if I had stuck my hand into a light socket. He only gave me three strokes with a lengthy pause between each to let the pain radiate throughout my shivering body. I was in too much pain to be aware of my nakedness and the shame it would induce in me as I grew older." "By the time I turned eighteen my brothers took an interest in my deportment and began to mete out their own punishments with the full approval of my father who was neither a pervert nor a sadist. He was just your typical Indian male animal, interested in cricket, chess and making sure that he was properly fed and entertained in the bedroom by his concubine, my humble, self-effacing mother." "They always insisted I be stark naked, even though I had very little evidence to show that I was a female, let alone a budding female. My chest was flat with no signs of the puffiness that indicates the growth of those prized manifestations of womanhood. My slit was a thin line, totally devoid of hair. My buttocks were non-existent as were my hips. For some strange reason this only served to increase their curiosity and heighten their sexual interest in me." "It was Ramu, the oldest, who deflowered me one hot afternoon after he had flogged me to the point that I became ill from the pain radiating from my blistered buttocks. This new and terrible pain coming on top of the agony I was still experiencing from the beating caused me to pass out as he breached the thin membrane guarding my innocence. When I regained my senses, I discovered that my thighs were smeared with blood and this brought on a panic that was quickly suppressed by Ramu. He ordered me to wash myself and to tell no one of this or it would go very hard on me later." "Ramu did not touch me again in this way. He had discovered that there was an ocean of young local girls only too glad to spread themselves for him in hopes that it would lead to a permanent union. However he continued to discipline me whenever the spirit moved him. I soon began to notice that my punishments were almost always linked to some real or imagined slight that he had suffered from one of his many "concubines", as I called them. It was almost humorous to hear him uttering the name of one of these sluts as he walloped my bare bottom with his hand or worse still, his belt. By then I was old enough to understand that making fun of his discomfort would only bring worse punishments down on me." "Kumar, my other brother, kept his distance, perhaps afraid to challenge Ramu for the right to hurt me. Life became almost peaceful for a number of years. Then for the first time in my life I was apparently free of the oppressive environment of my home. At least I thought that I was. I always had been a good student, but like my mother I knew that it was unwise to call attention to oneself in most cases if you were a woman. For all the talk about women being free, it was not the case in this part of India where I lived." "By some miracle I managed to win a scholarship to the University at Pune, some distance up the coast. It was far enough away that there was no option except for me to live there. I was thrilled beyond words. With good fortune, in three years I would be able to strike out on my own, finally completely free of the prison in which I had dwelt for my entire life. I quickly discovered that I had traded one prison or another." "In the women's wing of the multi-storied dormitories that covered huge swaths of land, it was three to the unit, a tight fit for those used to the comforts of single bedrooms. My two companions were friends who had managed to get around the random drawings that were supposed to people each unit. Initially this was of no concern to me in my excitement to begin my new life." "Shirlyn and Sheila were from Bhopal, a city of one million, where many years ago four thousand people died in a chemical accident, the worst in modern history. They came from families that were beginning to move away from the old Indian culture and adopting the new ways including names for their children. I wondered why they had not decided to attend the large modern university located in their city. It all became apparent within a few weeks." "Those two were much taller, lighter in skin color and more attractive than I. They nicknamed me 'Monkey' because I was so small and dark. At first I took no offense, it seemed to be more an affectionate than demeaning name. I was to be proven wrong on this matter as well." "One weekend what started out to be a roughhousing that was normal for college girls such as us, penned up for weeks on end as our hormones ran wild, turned into something terrible. The two of them ganged up on me and easily overcame my resistance. My clothing was speedily removed and I was wrestled to one of the beds. I still was not aware of my peril, even when my wrists were secured to the head of the bed and my legs parted and roped to the base. I was still laughing until my mouth was stuffed with a pair of underpants and tape was used to hold them in place. I suddenly knew that something bad was about to happen to me. I was proven correct rather rapidly." "I remained bound to that narrow bed for nearly twenty-four hours. By the time they freed me I was sore, swollen and broken to their wills. They introduced me to their vibrators and Shirlyn's dildo, a strap-on affair. It took them some many hours to induce my first orgasm, and after that, I was their slave. They gave me a short course in how to pleasure them, taking turns presenting their neatly trimmed cunts for me to lick, kiss and suck. Failure to follow their instructions to the letter resulted in pain. I was pinched, slapped, jabbed and given a taste of the strap. Although neither of them could hit with the force of my father or Ramu, these two knew all those places on a woman where the strap would hurt the most." "From then on I had additional duties beside going to classes and studying. I kept our unit spotless and neat at all times, did all our laundry, helped them with their course work and learned all the various ways that a woman could make another woman happy in bed. I was not allowed to wear any clothing when we were in the unit, another way of demeaning me. Within a few weeks this new routine was no longer threatening to me; I had adapted myself to my new prison." "Of course I was beaten on occasion, usually for trivial mistakes. I knew that my beatings were not for the reasons given, but rather to reinforce their mastery over me. It was no longer necessary to use restraints when I took the strap. I would merely lean forward and support myself on my outstretched arms as the leather was diligently applied to my bottom. Outcries were forbidden, but they usually did their best to force some from me which would result in my being gagged with a pair of soiled panties and given another round of the strap." Kanan paused in her story and suggested we visit the buffet since she was becoming hungry and had a long afternoon ahead of her. I felt as if I were sleepwalking as we moved through the line surrounded by other diners, many of whom were carrying on quite animated conversations. All I could do was mull over the astounding things I had just heard from this small dark woman who moved with purpose, skillfully filling her plate with mechanical precision. This indeed was a most disciplined woman in the truest sense of the word. Upon returning to our table she resumed her story while eating with a gusto that seemed uncharacteristic of one so thin and small. "The week before semester break my mistresses smuggled me into the men's wing, hidden in a hamper filled with soiled clothing. I was naked, gagged and securely bound. Prior to moving me from our unit they had spent a few hours stimulating my genitals, being very careful not to allow me to have an orgasm until just before I was taken over to the other side." "I was in frenzy from the constant sexual excitement the pocket rocket vibrator caused in me. This was a new toy they had obtained from another girl on the floor. I remember well that in return I had to lick the girl, her name was Meghna, to a half dozen orgasms as she straddled my face and guided me to all her sweet spots, while my two owners laughed and made nasty comments about my behavior, calling me a lezzie and a whore." "They finally finished me off when they simultaneously used this little buzzing demon on my stiff clitoris and the fat dildo to stretch my insides. They told me they were doing me a good turn since I was to be used by a large number of men later. I began to cry and beg, but they laughed and slapped my face to make me stop." "That afternoon and well into the evening I was raped without interruption by dozens of students who used my cunt and mouth at first, but once I became quite loose, they untied me and put me on my stomach so that they could use my anus as well." "The pain of having my virgin asshole breached repeatedly caused me to cry out so much that they were forced to gag me, thus depriving them of one of my body's entrances. Now they took to using me in tandem, one beneath, his prong wedged deep inside my sore cunt while his partner would penetrate my asshole until he flooded it with his sperm." "Toward the end of my ordeal I had an orgasm, the first since these men had begun using me. The ones inside me at the time laughed, declaring that I must indeed be some kind of a prostitute if this kind of treatment could make me come. They decided to punish me for this offensive behavior. I received the strap from a number of those loitering inside the cramped unit." "During the entire time they made no attempt to use condoms which terrified me. The thought of becoming pregnant and thus ending any chance of bettering myself made my stomach knot. I did not even consider the danger of contracting a disease, even HIV, so fearful was I of losing my freedom forever." "Somehow I managed to recover sufficiently to take my exams. My two mistresses were quite lenient with me, probably thinking that the gangbang may have been a bit too much for their unit slave. In point of fact I enjoyed portions of my raping, it felt good to have a man inside me, wanting me, even for some brief moments until he spurted and went soft." "When I returned to my parents' home, already feeling like a visitor, they announced that Ramu, who had taken my virginity, was now engaged to a local girl by the name of Harsha. I could not recall ever seeing this woman, and wondered what would have possessed her to allow herself to be betrothed to my older brother. A few days later Kumar raped me while my parents were away, and threatened me with bodily harm if I was foolish enough to accuse him of this action. He also told me that as long as I remained under this roof he had dominion over me. His father no longer had either the time or the interest in making sure that I lived the proper life, and his older brother now had other things more important to tend to." "During my nearly two month stay, Kumar used my body often, sometimes taking me two or three times a day in his little bedroom that looked out onto the shoreline. I became rather accustomed to his thick cock boring away inside me and on some occasions I even experienced an orgasm. For some reason this made Kumar quite happy, unlike those animals that had raped me at the university. I was even more appreciative of the fact that at least my rapist brother had the good sense to use protection. He may have only been considering his own safety, but nevertheless I too was being shielded from that terrible fear of becoming pregnant." "On three occasions Kumar disciplined me. Each time I was taken to his room, made to strip naked and after being tied face down to his bed, he would use his belt on my bottom, legs and on one occasion he spent considerable time striking my cunt, a difficult task until he elevated me with a pillow. I was sore for a number of days afterward, but it was almost worth the beating since he avoided having sex with me." "I returned to the university none the worse for wear. My subjugation to those cruel girls in college had made me strong enough to withstand the abuse that my brother gave me. I wondered what lay in store for me this semester." All the while she was telling me this amazing story Kanan was efficiently emptying her plate of food. She asked me for the time once she was finished and told me she would have to return to the university immediately since her next lecture would begin in a half hour. She laughed softly at my confusion and promised to finish her story if I would be willing to have lunch with her tomorrow. I could hardly contain my happiness about being able to see this mysterious creature and hear more of her adventures. Taming Sayali Ch. 05 Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. Returning to Neleema's home finally broke the grip that Ms Jorsay had on me. It seemed as if there was a small army of workmen doing all manner of things in the secluded back portion of her grounds. I immediately focused my attention to the deep hole that was being dug by a quartet of half naked men, their muscles flexing under the cruel sun as they heaped shovels full of earth onto the growing mound beside the pit. I could not help imagining how much easier this process would have been if they used modern machinery such as a backhoe. Unfortunately Neleema's home had not been designed with the thought of providing access to as large a machine as that, another example of the collision between the past and now. They were making very good progress in creating Sayali's new home. I now turned my attention to the other major part of my scheme, the hoist. The main column had been erected and was now sitting within a concrete form that would be completely set by end of day. As I watched, two workmen were carefully sliding the metal arm into its nesting spot within the main column. A screw arrangement allowed the arm to be extended or retracted. A telescoping sleeve provided the means for raising and lowering the arm, which was the key element of the hoist. In my mind's eye I could already see Sayali, naked as the day she was born, hanging by her bound wrists from the metal jaws at the arm's end as it swung her into position so she could be lowered into her home. In my vision she bore the marks from a fresh beating, lovingly delivered by my dedicated assistant, Ms Jorsay, and me. I could not yet bring myself to be so familiar as to refer to this exotic creature by her first name. In my haste to see the status of this project, I'd been oblivious to the absence of Neleema and Sayali. I went inside in search of the pair. Neleema was seated in the living quarters, leafing through a book; Sayali was nowhere to be seen. "Where is she?" I asked. Neleema looked up and gave me a very tight smile. "She's in what used to be her bedroom. I've given her a task that she better have finished by the time I unlock the door." Knowing that my pupil was secured within the house, away from the eyes of the workmen calmed me considerably. Neleema inquired about my lunch with Sayali's former teacher, and I immediately launched into a detailed description of what had transpired at our lunch. Neleema listened with her eyes closed against the sunlight that was beginning to intrude into the room. By the time I was finished, her features had hardened somewhat. My references to Ms Jorsay's exotic appearance and quick mind had for some reason not sat well with Neleema. It slowly dawned on me that Neleema looked upon this strange young woman as a rival for my affections. My male pride swelled at this realization, but my mind was not at all pleased with this potential for discord. I changed the topic and inquired about the task that Sayali had been given. Neleema's face softened and her eyes took on a twinkle that I rarely saw. "She has to clean the sheets she stained last night." Neleema said. I was a bit perplexed as to why she found this job so amusing. I imagined the girl slaving over a washtub, scrubbing away the signs of last night's session. Then Neleema completed her answer and sat back with a smug look on her face. "I told her she has to suck every drop of filth from those sheets before I will allow her to put them in my washtub. I will personally inspect them and woe to her if I find any traces of what occurred on them last evening." "What will happen if you do find some evidence?" I challenged, trying to gauge exactly where she stood on the entire matter of my taking charge of her daughter and subjecting her to my harsh discipline. Her answer added some spice to the entire situation. "I shall beat her to within an inch of her life with a stick. Then you can have her afterwards for your own use, whatever that might be." Things had changed dramatically in only a day. Sayali had become our joint property. Now I also understood her reaction to my visit with Kanan Jorsay. It was time to press the issue and try to establish my primacy in the matter of taming her daughter. On another front it was necessary to determine whether I would be occupying her bed or sleeping alone in what was once her daughter's bedroom. For a brief moment I had this vision of Neleema and I joined as one in her bed while in the next room Kanan tossed and turned awaiting her time with us. It was very difficult to put that erotic vision out of my mind. I was most impressed when Neleema ushered me into the room where her somewhat cowed daughter labored. The girl was completely naked and I could not ignore all those curves and hollows that she displayed. Her cunt was hidden from view since she was hunched over holding a portion of one large sheet to her mouth. I could see that she had been working on this for quite some time, since parts were still wet with her saliva, while other sections had become stiff from the heat that had drained the moisture away. My eyes took in her breasts that hung like ripe fruit from her chest. I could see the marks from the flogger on her brown skin, and experienced a rush of emotion as I relived the terrible beating I gave her. Neleema towered over her daughter and mumbled something under her breath to the girl. Sayali shrugged and bent to her task with renewed vigor. It was then that I saw the fresh welts that were not of my making. Things had definitely escalated in my absence. I thought that Sayali was probably going to be very happy in her new home, away from the vicious blows that Neleema evidently had no compunction about delivering. I realized that it was now essential that I assume authority over the girl in part to prevent her mother from seriously harming her. There was still that perverse part of me that kept wondering what it would be like to also have Kanan Jorsay in the house to assist Neleema and me as we tamed the teenager, bending her to our collective will and enjoying the results. I had another erotic vision of Sayali, her bare body covered with cuts and bruises being made to service Kanan's musky, juicing slit. I wondered whether the thin teacher shaved her cunt or let her pubic hair grow wild. The workmen completed the job about two hours before sunset and once they were paid, disappeared, leaving me to survey my dream, now become reality. The pit was waiting for its occupant, the hoist was at the ready to transport the girl to her new home, and the little concrete pad located a few meters away was now available to constrain the girl's movement when she was allowed from the pit. Returning to the house I discovered Neleema berating her cringing daughter about her failure to properly remove all the stains from the sheets. I suggested that since Sayali would be spending the night in her new home outside, and Neleema and I would be sharing her bed, a leap of faith on my part, the sheets could be washed by the girl tomorrow while I was away having lunch with her teacher. Neleema avoided my eyes for some time after I spoke, mulling over the significance of what she had just heard. When she looked up her face was impassive, leaving me hanging. It was critical to my success in taming Sayali that she and I resume our relationship. With a very faint smile, she nodded her head, and I began to once more breathe. To seal our new relationship as lovers and co-owners of the girl, I suggested that we spend some time together punishing her for failing to meet her wishes when it came to properly cleaning the sheets prior to washing them. Neleema nodded her head enthusiastically at this suggestion. Sayali seemed to grow smaller as she realized that last night was not an isolated incident. This time I had the girl lie on her stomach with a piece of rough burlap beneath her bare body to protect the mattress by absorbing her sweat and any blood that might be generated by the beating she would receive. I cuffed her wrists and anchored them to the bedstead, then assisted Neleema in fixing her ankles to the bed corners with sturdy lengths of scratchy rope. When I produced my other new toy, the special paddle, Neleema smiled and took up my flogger that she had hidden away beneath the bed. The girl looked back over her shoulder at what we were preparing to use on her and began to wail. That did not last long as Neleema shoved a pair of her soiled panties into Sayali's mouth and warned her of the consequences of trying to spit them out. Neleema motioned for me to begin and her face lit up as the first blow from the special paddle exploded against Sayali's firm buttocks, flattening those rounded mounds and bringing a muffled shriek from the girl. I quickly followed this up with a salvo of blows; the paddle singing as it cut through the air with cruel force and speed thanks to the holes and weights that had been carefully designed into its construction. I was astonished at the damage these few smacks produced. The girl's bottom started to swell before my eyes and she screamed almost continuously into her gag as her blistered buttocks sent wave after wave of terrible pain through her body. I stepped back to allow Neleema to deal a few blows to the girl with the beaver-tailed flogger. She was unfamiliar with the proper technique for using the leather piece, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. She aimed the flogger down upon the crevice between Sayali's blistered cheeks, a super sensitive area that was difficult to strike properly. As my paddle continued to pound those mounds into a pulpy mass of twitching flesh, the swelling finally closed any entrance to that crevice. Neleema then decided to shift her attack to the backs of Sayali's legs, and dealt her daughter a number of satisfying blows that brought muffled yelps and screams from her. Every time my paddle smashed into the girl's brown flesh a spray of sweat flew from the area which was flattened. I experimented with using the paddle on her back, just above the kidneys, and from the way she reacted, this was having a terrible effect. Neleema became more and more adept with the flogger and now was able to put the tail where she wanted to. I stood back and enjoyed the sight of her walking the head of the flogger across the region just above the cleft formed by Sayali's buttocks, and then bringing it down on the flesh already blistered by my paddle. Finally we decided to end this session. It was nearing sunset and I still had to put the girl away in her new home for the night. Just as the sun disappeared below the horizon I swung the hoist over the 3 meter deep pit and began lowering the naked young lady into her new home, hands cuffed behind her back and ankles tied tightly together by a rough hemp rope. A rope had been drawn around her upper body just below her melon-shaped breasts. It was to this strand that the jaws of the hoist were connected. I thought it extremely significant that my early vision was now an actuality. She was naked and covered with welts, bruises, swellings and cuts from the major beatings she had absorbed in the last twenty-four hours. The girl was parched and almost insane from the thirst created by being without water for nearly two days. It did not help matters that her mouth was stuffed with a wad of dry cotton which was held in place by tape that circled her head a number of times. The pit was constructed in such a manner that she would be required to stand or slump against the walls during the long dark humid night. To add further to her misery she would have to fend off the creeping and flying insects that came out at night to feed on the unwary. While Neleema bustled about preparing dinner, I sipped a cold beer and congratulated myself on the excellent progress that had been accomplished this day. Neleema and I were united once more and I looked forward eagerly to the opportunity to once more burrow into all those warm and wet places she possessed. My lover had taken a position with respect to her daughter that aided my cause considerably. The meeting with Kanan Jorsay had revealed potential opportunities that were beyond my ability to imagine before we sat face to face. I had established my primacy over the fractious girl-woman that now was alone and isolated in the pit that I had conceived, designed and brought to fruition. Tomorrow was filled with more opportunities, as well as another step in the process of taming Sayali. I had every confidence that she would conform to my reality before the monsoon season overtook us. After dinner Neleema and I took a shower together, frolicking like children in the cool spray. Our play soon took on a more serious tone as I soaped her thick pubic hair, insinuating a finger or two into her warm and very moist cunt. Her interest in me became more basic as well, and as we kissed, her hand wrapped around my thickening cock and stroked it insistently. It was Neleema who suggested her bed would be a much more comfortable place to do certain things than this confining shower stall. I quickly agreed and we briskly toweled ourselves off and holding hands, padded toward the dim bedroom. Our reunion was a most satisfying experience; there is much truth to the old adage that absence makes the heart grow fonder. In our case it made the genitals more moist and pliable. We did not go at each other like some pair of frenzied teenagers, our lusts were a bit more refined than that. My stamina was sorely tested that evening as my partner requested certain services that taxed my strength, especially when she requested encore performances, done on more than one occasion. This is not to say that Neleem shirked her responsibilities in any way. I was skillfully and lovingly hardened by whatever means necessary; towards the end of our lengthy reconciliation she became quite creative. This both surprised and elated me; this woman had a depth to her that I had yet to plumb. At last we had to rest and contemplate sleep as the only proper answer for our weakened conditions. I could not resist asking her about her sudden change of heart concerning Sayali. Her response only strengthened the strong feelings I had developed for this very complex woman. She described how she felt when I began beating Sayali; it so reminded her of her former husband. Our encounter afterward did nothing to change her initial opinion. It wasn't until she was lying in her empty bed, idly teasing herself that she got caught up in what was taking place in her daughter's bedroom. She could clearly hear the sound of the flogger striking Sayali's body and she started to form a mental picture of me towering over the girl as I punished her bare body without any hint of mercy. She began to count the blows I delivered and soon she was pleasuring herself and fantasizing about participating in her daughter's punishment and afterward letting me have her body. I did not make light of her explanation. We had sex the next morning, enjoying each other's bodies. Afterwards we discussed my plans for Sayali. She would remain in the pit until I had time to see if the little concrete pad that had been constructed close to the stand of bodhi trees was properly set. This would be where Sayali would stay, chained to the ringbolt embedded within the concrete, when she was not in the pit. It provided some shelter from the heat of the sun, and unless one was within the rear courtyard there was no way she could be observed. I suggested that Neleema might wish to hose off the girl once she had been removed from the pit. She smiled at that suggestion and nodded. When I mentioned my luncheon engagement with Sayali's former teacher, a small cloud seemed to cross my lover's face. There was the potential for trouble unless I was extremely careful about what kind of a relationship I developed with Ms Jorsay. The rest of the morning passed uneventfully except during the time I hoisted Sayali from the pit and watched her sputter and sway as Neleema played the garden hose over her filthy body, taking care to make sure that the stream of water slammed into her shaved pussy and the crack between her swollen butt cheeks. I watched with some amusement as the girl gulped down the jug of water that Neleema offered her once she was chained to the concrete pad. Sayali was warned of the consequences if she attempted to attract attention to her situation by crying out. The house was located in a rather secluded section of the city that saw very little foot traffic, so the likelihood of her having any success was remote. A few hours later I set out to meet Kanan Jorsay and continue to hear her amazing story. Neleema had brought out the washtub and set it up so that Sayali could begin the task of washing the sheets she had stained, as well as the rest of the laundry that the household generated. Her mother had settled herself in a wicker chair nearby, shaded from the sun, and was reading a book, the flogger in her lap. I wondered how long it would be before she gave her daughter another taste of the leather. Taming Sayali Ch. 06 Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. It was a very different Kanan Jorsay who greeted me at the entrance to the restaurant. This one was wearing a white knit dress that hugged her slim, boyish body and a scent that was musk based. We went in and were quickly seated in the rear of the establishment to allow some degree of privacy. Once again she ordered a cocktail and immediately launched into her story. I could not help noticing that her aroma became stronger as she spun her tale like a modern Scheherazade. Upon returning to the university she discovered that her two mistresses had once more arranged for the three of them to be reunited. This came as no surprise to her. They immediately attempted to reestablish their control over her the first night. She spent hours tied to the narrow bed, stark naked, and completely at their mercy. They once more introduced their clean-shaven mounds to her for tonguing, licking and kissing. Her lips were swollen by the time they were satisfied that she was still their servant and sex toy. That night she also discovered that there would be two vibrators and a pair of dildos to contend with, all wielded with a meanness of spirit that depressed her no end. By the time she was released so she could begin unpacking their bags and making sure that everything was properly hung, her resolve was set in stone. Today she would begin to search for a male student to act as her protector. In exchange for freedom from these two demons, she would be his housekeeper, and more if that were necessary. Her search bore fruit within two weeks; his name was Satish and he was in his final year at the university. Her new master was extremely bright but almost child-like when it came to matters involving sex. His parents were reserved and bookish. He knew nothing of what, if anything, went on behind their bedroom door. Satish did have rather strange ideas when it came to sex, most of them developed from chance conversations with fellow students, all of whom seemed to be perpetually engaged in having sex with a bewildering variety of female partners, none of whom he ever saw. Satish had a roommate, but he was rarely there. He was engaged to a local girl, and spent much of his time with her, especially at night. Basically Kanan moved into his unit and did whatever he told her. It wasn't too long before she took on a major new responsibility, teaching him about sex. He was an apt pupil. Unlike her younger brother, Satish had a relatively small member and was quite easy to accommodate, especially after a summer spent spreading her legs for the thick cock of Kumar. We took our places on the buffet line and while we waited I inhaled her fragrance and had a difficult time behaving civilly. Ms Jorsay absolutely enthralled me, there could be no question concerning her hold on my senses. I found myself straining to see if perhaps at some oblique angle I might be able to see beneath that form fitting garment she wore. I felt as if I was once again going on my first date, very unsure of myself and at the same time enchanted by the scent and sight of my youthful partner. Kanan picked up her story and between bites, described the highlights of her final two years at the university. Having effectively played the role of sex slave to her brothers which also included accepting their punishments on occasion, life with Satish presented no new challenges until nearly the end of the year. Something occurred between Satish and his parents which seemed to transform him into someone foreign to her. This new master was much more domineering and somewhat crueler. This change she accepted as part of the price she paid for being protected from the two girls from Bhopal. On their last night he gave her a terrible beating after making her strip to the skin and lean over their bed, her arms supporting herself as he flayed the skin from her legs, ass and back with a heavy leather strap that left her bleeding from dozens of spots. Then she was sodomized, a very painful experience since it had been almost exactly a year since she had undergone this treatment during her gang rape in the men's wing of the dormitories. She never completely understood what caused him to change and what motivated that terrible outpouring of hatred for her on the last night before he took his leave from her life. Kanan became much more animated when she described her final year as the sex slave of a graduate student, who had been a good friend of Satish. She stated that it would not surprise her in the slightest if he rose to a high position in the national government within a decade, high praise indeed coming from this young woman. She began telling me the story of her year with this brilliant, domineering and aloof male. "I was able to move into his quarters since it was my final year and I was totally responsible for my actions. I knew the routine very well by now, keeping his clothes clean, mended and hung properly in the closet. I cleaned, cooked and kept his calendar, making sure that he was appraised of those dates and times considered important for a man in his position, only a year away from writing his thesis. He spent much of the year discussing the matter with his advisor, a very well known authority in the field." "Somewhow he also found time to make sure that I excelled at my studies. He was a stern task master. I would be examined once weekly, usually upon returning from my last class of the week. I would immediately strip naked and seat myself in this hard wooden chair and await his arrival, which would normally be about a half hour later. "He would tie my hands tightly behind my back and bind my upper arms together with another length of rope. He would then loop a rope around my waist, draw the ends down and through the lips of my vagina and pull it up between my cheeks, to finally anchor it to the rope pulling my upper arms together, causing me to have to arch my back into an uncomfortable bow. My legs would receive similar treatment, being bent beneath the seat, my ankles pulled up and anchored to one of the wooden back supports." "My sex would be totally wide, completely vulnerable. He insisted that I keep my pussy bare of hair, so in this position everything was in the open. He would take a chair and draw it up to confront me. Before each question I would be struck smartly with the riding crop he always brought to these sessions. It would land on whatever part of my body he decided to strike, my breasts, such as they were, chest, shoulders, belly, on my sex at times, always a random event. Then he would bark question about one of my classes and woe to me if I was found unprepared. That meant a pair of blows to my open sex that were given with brutal force. I still remember the agony that first stroke to my spread vulva created in me." "My testing would go on for at least an hour, perhaps more depending on his schedule. The first few examinations left me covered with welts, most of them marking my most sensitive regions. After my first test I was unable to walk without pain for three days. After that I devoted a great deal more time to my studies even though it meant sacrificing sleep or rushing through my household chores, a great risk in itself." "He didn't seem to be interested much in sex with me or anyone else for that matter. I would suck him to completion perhaps once a week. He had good staying power which was not the norm when it came to your typical male university student. I soon put the time I spent servicing him to good use, going over in my mind the plans and outlines for my term papers while licking, and slobbering all over his rigid dick." "A few months before I was to graduate, things changed drastically as far as my sexual services were concerned. He began lending me out to his advisor and his wife. This marked a new milestone in my sexual education. I had had sex with both women and men, but never at the same time; this was to change once I began spending an evening or even a weekend with the professor and his wife, who was a lawyer." "Their tastes were quite refined and very bizarre. In time I was able to suck the professor off, swallowing his discharge, while his wife sodomized me with her strap on dildo, and not think too much about it. Other times the roles would be just the opposite, I was the only constant." "I learned about water sports which were most distasteful to me. I gave and received golden showers, and took all sorts of enemas without letting my users know how distressed I was. This was important because it would reflect badly on my master if his advisor knew this." "I was beaten by one, usually with a riding crop while the other fucked me savagely, inspired by the violence being done to me. When I graduated the university and set out on my own, I had an impressive resume of sexual techniques and tricks at my disposal for one so young. I also had an offer to teach at this school thanks to my good grades, which were the result on my master's efforts. I owe him much." Although Kanan did all the talking, she somehow had finished her meal while my plate was mostly untouched. While I concentrated on eating, she made it known that she was very interested in participating in Sayali's "rehabilitation", as she so diplomatically put it. Kanan then began to tick off all the things she brought to the table, her sexual experience, discipline, her teaching background, her knowledge of Sayali's personality, strengths and more importantly her weaknesses, her personal history as a slave, or bottom, the knowledge she possessed when it came to using sophisticated applications of pain to the female body and finally her strong interest in affecting change in my charge. It was done in by her usual rapid-fire, orderly way, nothing left to chance, a brilliant exposition of her specific talents and how they would contribute to my ultimate objective of taming Sayali. I even thought she probably knew most of my hidden agenda for the girl as well. In principle it was my decision as to whether or not she would be invited to assist me. However in reality her presence could be most counterproductive, even destructive if Neleema felt threatened by her strong personality and near obsessive drive to accomplish what she viewed to be necessary, despite the consequences. It took but a moment to solve this conundrum, I suggested strongly that she discuss her potential role in this endeavor with Neleema in person. I told her that I was most impressed by her credentials and hoped that she and Neleema could work out a mutually acceptable and beneficial arrangement that would allow the three of us to combine our strengths in this effort. I sat back and waited for her to react; perhaps a withering stare or a sharp retort would not have been surprising. Her face provided no hint as to her true feeling about my decision, or was it my evasion of responsibility. Instead she dabbed the corner of her mouth with her napkin and suggested we end this discussion since she had to be back at college shortly. When we left, I did not know what her plans would involve. Neleema was still supervising her daughter as she washed what seemed to be an endless amount of laundry. I was amused at this mother-daughter tableau, Neleema seated comfortably in her wicker chair, the flogger on her lap, while kneeling a meter away was Sayali, scrubbing away at the wet fabric in her hand. I shielded my eyes from the sun's glare and scanned the girl's naked body for new marks and could not detect any. I commented to Neleema that her daughter must have been an obedient servant in my absence. She smiled and nodded. I took care of a few matters while the girl finished the mountain of wash and moved it, under her mother's supervision, to the threshold of what used to be her home. I decided that it was time I plied my trade; the formal portion of Sayali's education had been neglected over these past few stressful days. It was time to reestablish a routine for her to follow. She recoiled in fear when I marched her to the hoist and prepared to hang her from it. I knew she was afraid of being returned to the pit, a good sign that my idea of housing her within the earth, so to speak, had been a good one. "It is time for you to resume your education. Without proper training you will find it most difficult to make your way in the world. We shall begin with history. I will read a chapter and then I will question you about what I read. Failure to respond correctly will go hard on you, very hard." I said, showing her the weighted paddle that had done so much damage to her bottom yesterday. The desperate look in her eyes told me that she would be a very good student today for a number of reasons, having to do with staying out of the pit and avoiding an additional beating. The girl surprised me, she had indeed focused on listening to what I told her about the Mauryan Empire, a subject that was most enjoyable to me as a scholar. As I rattled off dates, names and battles, describing the expansion of this first great empire that within a century had grown to contain nearly all that is present-day India, as well as Pakistan and most of Afghanistan, I could not help becoming somewhat distracted by her naked body glistening in the sun. Sayali had no such distractions to deal with, except the occasional stinging bite of a fly or the tickling of a rivulet of sweat as it made its way down her bare body. By the time I questioned her, I had almost completely lost my focus on educating this vision of ripening flesh. Fortunately for me Sayali was intent on surviving my testing and did not have any time to spend observing how flustered I was becoming. Her answers were generally accurate, and the few errors were minor at best. I had to struggle to retain my outwardly calm demeanor, because inside my lusts were rising rapidly to the fore. My questioning tailed off into an awkward silence as I daydreamed about squeezing her breasts as we kissed, our tongues swirling inside each others mouths, her musky scent filtering into my consciousness announcing her readiness to be penetrated, no, taken! I looked off into the lush vegetation surrounding the courtyard and started to regain control over my feelings. It was then that Sayali gave me this impish smile; she knew, the sly demon knew! Taming Sayali Ch. 07 Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. * That evening as I enjoyed Neleema's naked body, tonguing her musky cunt as it drizzled a steady stream of salty-sweet liquid that I lapped up like a dog, she announced that on the morrow she would be having a visitor, Kanan Jorsay, come to discuss a possible arrangement involving her in the rehabilitation of Sayali. The speed at which that exotic creature had responded to my suggestion surprised and excited me. Neleema did not spare me from her sarcasm when it came to any discussion involving Sayali's former teacher. There could be no doubt that she was extremely suspicious of the teacher's motive for wanting to become a part of my plan for her daughter. I was teased mercilessly as I tried to resume my attention to her warm body, running my tongue up and down the wet trench that divided her fat cunt lips. "Neither you nor she is fooling me for a moment. You want her and I think she wants Sayali and also perhaps you as well. However that is only secondary to her prime objective, my daughter. I sincerely doubt that her plans and yours are compatible in the long run. This is the risk you must face if she joins this little conspiracy." Her insight was amazingly accurate for one who had not been involved in the lengthy discussions that had taken place between Kanan and I. It did give me pause, but it still made a great deal of sense to me. Beside, the possibility of some kind of relationship with that bird-like woman still was a prospect that excited and at the same time troubled me. If the current triangle was a tightrope walk, what would another side add to the complexity? The next morning I raised Sayali from the pit and let her hang from the hoist in the hot sun. I took a quick look at her soft longing flesh, but tried to avoid making eye-contact because I didn't want to get drawn into playing with her. Leaving her there, I went off to the city to do some shopping for additional items that could be used to tame this beautiful nineteen-year old. Naturally I returned to that little shop where I had purchased the flogger and paddle. The owner recognized me immediately and inquired whether my purchases had been satisfactory. I smiled and nodded, watching his face light up. I knew he wanted more details than just a nod, but I decided to use that as a bargaining chip when it came down to negotiating for whatever I might want to buy. I wandered through the store noting the magazines dedicated to all forms of sexual expression and deviance. For some reason I stopped to stare at the cover of one lurid magazine showing two Indian women entwined, each lapping the other's genitals. One was on the plump side with impressive breasts, while the other was darker and very thin. I quickly replaced them with Neleema and Kanan, and what I had unconsciously done set me aback. Of course, the ultimate solution to the problem! I could have Sayali to myself while her mother and teacher enjoyed each other. Perhaps there would be times when we would rearrange our couplings. The thought of watching Kanan and Sayali licking each other's genitals made me hard. My dreaming was interrupted by the proprietor, inquiring whether I might wish to purchase a new video featuring two of the most attractive lesbians now working. I declined with thanks and then asked him if he could recommend something designed exclusively for whipping a woman's cunt. He immediately became animated, almost lively. "The customer wants to tame the untameable. He seeks to instill fear into the delta of Venus, the pudenda, the cunt! There are many tools for this purpose, some as old as before man could write or do all those things that made them civilized creatures, others reeking with the trappings of modern technology, computer designed, using space age materials. All for a single purpose: to produce pain in the seat of a woman's being so that she will subject herself to the male of the species. Be very sure that this is what you seek, because the degree of success does not depend upon the implement, but the motive for its use. A simple leather strap wielded with the correct intentions can tame the most fractious of women. A magic wand capable of uniformly covering the cunt with the fires of hell cannot succeed if the intentions of its user are not true to his needs." This burst of dazzling insight and timeless wisdom rocked me back upon my heels. What were my intentions? Were they true or poisoned by my own personal agenda for this lithe, shapely creature with those marvelous breasts, tapering thighs, a belly perfect in its roundness yet firm to the touch and buttocks that looked and tasted like the loaves of steaming bread exiting from earthen ovens that went back thousands of years? I was not able to answer his question to my satisfaction and the triumphant look on his face told me he knew that. I held my hands outstretched, palms up and open, the sign of indecision or doubt. He smiled and shrugged, then beckoned for me to follow him as he headed for another area deep within the recesses of his shop. When we arrived at our destination, he took out a key and opened a large wooden display box revealing a collection of handcrafted whips. He looked toward me and smiled, then spoke. I hung on every word. "These are the ones designed to fill the trench without damaging the walls that contain it. Once the user controls the whip, he may inflict terrible pain on the woman's most private preserve. Without truly understanding the power of these implements, a man may make her unavailable for penetration for weeks or even months. What does it gain one to conquer the enemy's city but be unable to use it for his own ends? Of course there are those who have given up the idea of keeping their woman faithful and substitute her loss of availability to all as a victory for themselves. How foolish is that man to destroy everything and salvage nothing. It is better in the beginning to allow the woman to lightly taste the fruits of her deceit rather than force her to gorge on them. One stroke is more powerful than twenty, and two may overcome the most stubborn of their kind if spaced properly." In sober reflection of what I heard, it was obvious that much of what he said was mere platitudes, common sense wrapped in brightly colored paper. But hidden within this plethora of words were a few jewels that did not become obvious until I confronted Sayali with my carefully chosen whip in hand. Even the selection process forced me to reveal more than I wished to this old man. He spoke of young flesh as opposed to that more seasoned. The former able to absorb more and recover quickly for a further dose while the more seasoned demanded a carefully planned set of smaller punishments that acting together caused terrible pain, but left the offending flesh still able to handle a slightly smaller set perhaps a bit later than one younger, but equally effective in changing her deportment. He explained the subtle distinctions between woman of the same age who were married, being courted or playing the field. The former responded more quickly to an application of force than those still free of commitment, perhaps not so surprising. With all this information rattling around in my head I made my choice. I selected a round, snake-like strand with a heft to it. This could do some serious damage if wielded improperly, but in the right hands it would be an effective argument against whatever behavior was being discussed between the woman, and me. I found myself becoming erect as I hefted the whip, imagining that it was biting into Sayali's fresh fleshed cunt, splattering her sex juices to the wind. My erection grew even more sustained when Sayali changed into Kanan, thighs eagerly spread to absorb my anger with her pain. Finally I reached the point that unless I diverted my thoughts I would explode, thus forcing away the image of Neleema, bound to our bed with an enigmatic smile on her face as the lash split her fat lipped cunt. My struggles were not lost to the shop's owner. When I returned to the outside world I was amazed to discover that many hours had gone by. It would be wise for me to begin my journey back to Neleema's home in hopes of encountering Kanan before she took her leave. I mounted my bicycle and joined the throngs of riders, pumping my legs automatically as I reviewed all I had experienced today. By the time I reached my destination, some new and more radical thoughts had begun to surface, almost unbidden. The house was deserted, so I made for the courtyard where Sayali was being kept. I caught the trio unawares, thus I could observe them without revealing myself. Sayali was hanging from her wrists, her sweaty body still attached to the hoist which had been moved to keep her body cooking in the still brutal rays of the sun. From where I was standing I could clearly see the many fresh marks that had been made on her naked body, especially concentrated on her firm breasts and that plump triangle below. Presently Neleema was standing behind her daughter and was using the weighted paddle to smash her bottom as Kanan mercilessly drilled the girl on the subject of the Sepoy Rebellion. "What year did the rebellion begin?" Sayali's chin rested on the hollow near her throat, eyes closed and breasts heaving and falling as if she were running a race. I heard the paddle explode against her bare flesh and watched the girl twitch and try to shake off the pain in the same manner that a horse would attempt to shed flies. "Answer me you insolent girl or your mother will wallop that plump bottom until it looks as if you were an African tribeswoman." To emphasize her point, she nodded to Neleema who laid another ferocious hit to her daughter's rump. Sayali groaned and whispered in a voice evidently parched from lack of water, "1857, it started in 1857." The dark skinned woman smiled grimly and asked, "When did it end?" The girl sighed and croaked, "1858, no 1859, I think." Kanan cleared her throat, a sign of her growing irritation with Sayali's response. "Let me have the flogger again, this impudent young animal needs another taste of its magic." Neleema smiled and handed over the leather club-like implement that Sayali had obviously experienced quite often today. Kanan was still not very skilled with the flogger, but she rained a series of vicious hits on the girl's breasts, some striking square, others sliding from Sayali's dripping flesh. Kanan paused and looked to Neleema for some kind of signal. As soon as Sayali's mother nodded, Kanan began using the flogger on Sayali's swollen cunt, smashing her blood bloated lips flat and splitting open her slit with more than one blow. The girl weathered the storm and hung there trying to recover her composure, her body shaking and twitching from the pain that radiated from her bruised crotch. It was then that I chose to announce myself, catching the two women by surprise. "You seem to be getting along famously, I'm delighted. However poor Sayali looks a bit bedraggled. I hope you haven't been overdoing it in your zeal to tame this naughty impish young woman. I know from personal experience that a brute force approach is not the answer for this one. She must be trained slowly and very carefully, her taming will take a great deal of time and energy on the part of us all." Both of them were caught off guard by my sudden appearance and as I spoke they exchanged nervous glances. I was surprised that Kanan seemed a bit unsure of herself, after all she had gained the support of Neleema in this project, and this was critical to her cause. She certainly knew I was on her side as well. I approached Sayali and took in the damage they had produced. I was sorely tempted to squeeze those bruised breasts to hear her squeal in pain. I was close enough to smell her scent through the dirt and sweat that covered her. To my amazement I also detected the smell of her cunt's secretions. I looked carefully at her shaven vulva, swollen from the brutal beatings she had endured today, and saw that it was oozing a dribble of cunt juice, no doubt about that. The reason for this obvious display of sexual excitement was a mystery to me. Was there something between her and Kanan that I knew nothing about? Was she becoming addicted to the pain she was experiencing daily? Did it have anything to do with my appearance? Please let that be true, I thought. I decided to take command of the situation immediately, realizing that any hesitation on my part could spell trouble for my plans for the girl. As I turned to face the ladies, I was confronted by a challenge from Kanan. With a small smile she held out the flogger she had been using to beat Sayali's breasts and cunt and offered to let me have a crack at the little tramp. She sugar coated her foray by complimenting me on the pit and suggesting that Sayali needed to feel my male strength brought to bear on her. I refused to take the bait and instead asked a few pointed questions. "From the looks of your student, it has been some time since she has had any water. It is very difficult to concentrate when one is parched and exposed to the rays of the Indian summer sun as well. Has the girl been hanging here all day? That would have been a serious mistake if true. She is many things, but a dumb brute is not one of them. I would suggest, no, I insist that she be given something to drink, be fed, and then allowed to rest in the shade before being returned to the pit for the evening. I presume that Ms Jorsay is joining us for dinner. There is much for the three of us to discuss about my plan." The two of them fell all over each other trying to respond as quickly as possible to my orders. I had regained control of the situation for the moment. I intended to solidify it before another day dawned. From the corner of my eye I could see a little grin crossing the face of my student, not theirs. There was hope yet for my quest to tame this dusky sex goddess. Taming Sayali Ch. 08 Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined young woman, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. Taming Sayali - Chapter 8 While the women prepared supper I visited my charge to be sure that she had weathered the rigors of her day with the two. I could not resist running my hands over her breasts, squeezing them gently to assess any damage - at least that was what I told myself I was doing. Sayali knew better. For the first time she spoke to me. "This is not fair; I am your student, not hers. She is jealous and wants to do harm to me. My mother has changed as well, you are my only hope." This nineteen year-old's words made me feel almost light-headed; there was hope that I might yet possess her spirit as well as her body. What a delightful prospect before me! My fingers toyed with her hardening nipples as she pressed her naked body against me. "I have never been with a man, only girls. Perhaps you will be my first, but only if I am free of this hole in the ground you put me into every night." My fingers had now made their way to her swollen pubes. She gasped in pain, her body stiffening as I probed the lips of her cunt. Her little gasps soon changed to low moans as I entered her, pushing first one and then two fingers into her surprisingly moist channel. I was amused at what she was saying with her body; it did not entirely match with her words. This one was going to be a challenge for quite some time. Perhaps it might be wise to let Kanan have her way with the girl for a time, it might make her promises more honest and meaningful. I could not resist tasting the juices that were coating my fingers. I raised them to my lips as she watched, her eyes veiled, breasts rising and falling, more to entice me than to gain an extra amount of the hot, almost aromatic air. She tasted of the ocean; salty, more tart than sweet, still to become smooth, perhaps even refined. I moved my fingers gently over her full cunt lips and then pressed into the crevice between them. I laughed as I probed her soaking wet entryway. "Oh Sayali, what a slut you truly are. You are utterly, sopping wet and I haven't even started! What am I to do with such a creature as you?" My erection was almost painful, and it took every ounce of will to prevent myself from taking this dusky temptress where she hung, naked and so very available. My retreat to the safety of the house was done in haste once I had lowered her into the pit for her evening's rest. Neleema and Kanan were still chattering and occasionally laughing as they worked, so I took the opportunity to sit in the parlor and mull over what was happening. There were now three women, or was it two women and an imp, to contend with. Each in her own way possessed characteristics that strongly attracted me. Neleema was mature, had this wonderful home, and was all I could ask for in the bedroom. She held me in respect and with her I knew I would have a comfortable life unfettered by the challenges associated with raising a family. I quickly corrected that last thought. How could that be true? I had to face up to things; she did have a family I would have to inherit. It was Sayali, the very creature that had created this conundrum I was now wrestling with. Mentally I berated myself for allowing this falsehood to muddy the waters, so to speak. Kanan was a new variable in this very complicated equation. She was mysterious, exotic, intelligent, wise beyond her years and yet still dealing with the traumas of her past, and unwilling to let them go so she could begin living her own life. There was also the issue of her agenda. Was she attracted to me as much as I thought I was to her? Was our potential relationship just a ploy on her part to gain better access to her ultimate objective, Sayali? How could I devise a test to answer that key question in an unambiguous fashion? For the moment I was at a loss when it came to these issues. Finally there was Sayali, the root cause of my uncertainty. There was no doubt that I was tremendously attracted by her physical attributes. The thought of her breasts, that plump pubic mound, her haunches, the way she moved, her scent, all combined to turn me into something less than a rational member of the species. She was responsible for the primitive feelings that now roamed freely through my psyche, disconcerting me no end. However, there was more to her than that. She was youth, something I might be able to recapture if I possessed her completely. There was this aura of energy that surrounded her; she so reminded me of a force of nature at times. Then there was her view of things that intrigued me. Just what was going through that inquiring and at times devious mind? Finally I had to admit that there was that terrible temptation to make her the canvas upon which I would create my own masterpiece from those parts of her that I needed, leaving the rest to wither. How terribly selfish of me to dare envision such a prospect? Yet I did dare to confront that self-serving option. This was but the first level of a complex puzzle. Now there were the issues created by the potential interactions that could develop between the four of us. I thought back to the days at the university when I wrestled with the mysteries of probability theory. The puzzle I was facing encompassed all four of us in various configurations, two at a time, three at a time, and even four at a time, the only one that had but a single, unique result and perhaps might be the only one worth pursuing. I heard Neleema calling to me that it was time for supper, and so I began preparing myself for what was to be more than just a meal. The meal was exceptional and it took some time before I could broach the matter that we all knew must be discussed. They both looked up from their food when I cleared my throat. I complimented them on the meal that had been prepared and then launched into a discussion of how to handle the taming of Sayali, only I used the word "education" in lieu of the more blunt term. I had the feeling that using polite words was perhaps not the best way to gain their confidence. I took the position that Sayali was young and impressionable. Kanan immediately supported this view, and Neleema chose not to argue the matter. When I stated that the girl needed discipline, both women smiled, and I noticed Kanan's facial expression becoming almost feral as she nodded. I went on to suggest that we draw up a list of regulations and appropriate punishments for any infractions she might commit, as well as rewards we might offer for her cooperation and progress. I asked if either of them wanted to take charge of making one of the lists. Kanan quickly volunteered to come up with a list of punishments that Sayali would receive for various types of infractions. I suggested that before this could be done, someone had to come up with the rules and regulations the girl was to follow as she was educated. Neleema gave me that knowing grin I was beginning to dread and said she would take charge of the rules and regulations. Kanan recovered nicely by offering to become Neleema's partner in this endeavor. I in turn volunteered to assist Kanan in developing the punishment list. This still left the matter of rewards to be addressed, and I quickly filled that void and waited for either woman to offer assistance. I was a bit surprised when neither volunteered. There were games being played and prudence dictated not bringing the matter into the open until I knew the reason for their silence. I determined to worm the information from Neleema by whatever means was necessary once we retired to the bedroom. Neleema took her time coming to bed. I could hear her talking with Kanan, and the sound of laughter on more than one occasion. Finally she arrived and took off her robe; she was naked beneath it. I had been planning to seduce her if necessary, but she had beaten me to the punch. I welcomed her with a lengthy kiss, probing her warm wet mouth as my hands roamed her curves and crannies. She moaned loudly and I wondered if that was genuine or for Kanan's benefit. My lover did have a wicked sense of humor at times. What happened next was obviously for my benefit as her hand wrapped around my rapidly growing cock and stroked it with practiced skill until I was fully erect, a matter of perhaps a minute or so. We had been together long enough that we knew each other's signals. The one I received was loud and clear, she wanted me inside of her. To my surprise she was quite moist and I slid easily into her, eliciting another long drawn out moan. We arranged our bodies so that I could begin to penetrate her fully, using long, slow thrusts that made her velvet-like channel clutch my hard shaft as it moved over her wet flesh. We went at it for a very long time; every time I picked up the pace, a prelude to an ejaculation, she would clamp herself tightly around my thrusting cock until my long, slow movements resumed. I was too caught up in my own passions to question her commands, I just obeyed. Neleema surprised me when she signaled that she wanted to assume the superior position, an even better way of controlling me. I was under her spell and complied immediately. Now she was the aggressor, working her cunt muscles such that every time she rose and fell my entire length of rock-hard flesh received a delightful sensation of gentle friction and warmth. My thrusts began to match her motions and soon we were moving as one, our bodies meshing perfectly as we headed for perhaps a simultaneous orgasm, a rarity, despite the folk tales that surrounded such a phenomenon. I really do not know who came first, or if it was a tie. All I could remember was this tremendous feeling of relief and pleasure as our loins fused. This had been a very extraordinary event considering what had transpired today. In a sense we were affirming our relationship and that made me quite happy, and proud that I still was able to evoke a response like that from her despite all that was occurring. Afterward we talked about the only subjects worth discussing, Sayali and Kanan. I teased her about how quickly she seemed to warm to the intense school teacher. She was silent for a few moments, her hand idly playing with my depleted shaft. "There is a strength in that stick figure of a woman that I am forced to admire. I was unaware of those things that happened to her while she was at home and during her time at the university. She has seen much for one so young. I cannot say that I am completely comfortable with her, for it is obvious that she has designs on Sayali as well as you." I chuckled and received a playful swat from Neleema. Now it was my turn to speak. Neleema listened, but her hand started to stroke her wet vulva, teasing the rubbery flesh and causing me to wonder if perhaps I would be expected to provide an encore before we settled down for a night's sleep. I provided my view of this exotic female. "I'd be less than honest if I said I was not attracted to Kanan. She has a certain intensity, even an aura about her that tempts and at the same time cautions me about making any advances. I think that she has yet to recover from what occurred to her both at home and at the university. I'm not sure I want to be the one to force her to accept her past, and try to go beyond it. Going a step further I also think that Sayali may play a role in solving this problem Kanan is wrestling with." At this point my bedmate snorted and grasped my cock, which had yet to reawaken. Then she spoke in a tone that told me I was treading upon dangerous ground. "How can that be! It's obvious that Kanan is insanely jealous of Sayali for her youth, beauty and innocence. My daughter is everything that she cannot ever be. I believe that Kanan's plan for Sayali has nothing good about it. She wants to suck the life from my daughter and make her as miserable as she is!" As she spoke she squeezed my cock even more powerfully. Despite my discomfort I focused on her words. 'Innocence' - now that would not be an attribute I would assign to the young beauty, but in truth Sayali was innocent to the ways of men. Perhaps she was just beginning to realize the power she possessed and was testing her strength on me. What a suggestion; it was well worth considering. Neleema broke my concentration when she kissed the head of my wounded organ as her way of apologizing. It triggered the normal response such an act would induce, I began to harden. Neleema enveloped my cock in her mouth and began to get serious about arousing me. The second time we went at it was almost as intense and passionate as the first time. It was marvelous and I slept the sleep of the fully satiated that evening. Kanan had to leave early the next morning, for she had to go home to prepare herself before beginning to teach her classes at school. She promised to return this evening and planned to stay with us over the weekend. I could hardly believe that only a week had passed since this situation with Sayali had at last come to a head. I wondered what the weekend would bring, then had to dismiss it from my mind when Neleema enticed me to return to bed and make love to her once more. In the meantime, Sayali languished longingly in the pit, waiting for one of her jailors to release her into the sun. Taming Sayali Ch. 09 Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. * Late Friday afternoon Neleema received a call from Kanan saying that she would not be able to come over until tomorrow morning. She went on to say that she was bringing over a young lady from one of her classes who had information that was quite pertinent to the subject of our discussion, Neleema's daughter, Sayali. At the time I was out in the courtyard tutoring Sayali on the finer points of the Sepoy Rebellion. It had been an extremely hot day and the biting flies had been feasting on her bare body, distracting her somewhat from my lecture. I had to admit that I was more than a bit distracted myself at the sight of those beads of sweat that ran down the slopes of her breasts and dripped off to land on her belly and continue the trip to that musky furnace that held me in thrall despite my best efforts to be professional. The fact that she was stark naked was one thing to which I had not become immune. I still enjoyed watching her tawny body shift and turn as she hung there helplessly. I still was a victim of those disturbing urges to have my way with that shapely body. I wondered if Neleema realized I was still strongly attracted to this lithe nineteen year old. I laughed to myself at that thought - of course she knew, Neleema was a very wise woman. I knew that she still considered Sayali to be under her protection, despite the lead role she had allowed me to take in taming this creature of curves and hollows that were so tempting to my baser side. As promised, Kanan was accompanied by a girl probably the same age as Sayali. Prior to their arrival I had taken the precaution of leaving Sayali in the pit hanging from her wrists and securely gagged. In this way she would be effectively out of sight as far as our visitor was concerned. After a few pleasantries and the usual pot of tea we sat back and waited for whatever revelation Kanan and her companion had to offer. The look on Neleema's face was initially one of disbelief as the Sayali's classmate at the college began to describe some of the activities that she said Sayali had been involved in at the university. According to her, Sayali was quite active sexually with both female members of her college, as well as young men from a neighboring college catering to sons of the wealthy, who loitered at a safe distance from their university for the express purpose of enticing Sayali and others like her. Disbelief turned to anger as the young woman began providing details of all that had been going on for the entire semester. It seems that Sayali enjoyed having multiple partners whenever she had a dalliance. According to the girl on a number of occasions the boys had taken Sayali to a nearby apartment in order that she could be gangbanged by up to a dozen of them in a single session, many of whom had her more than once and even in all of her orifices. I thought Neleema would have apoplexy when the girl made that particular claim. Of course Neleema challenged the girl to show proof of what she claimed. She was silent for a time, refusing to answer Neleema. Just before Sayali's mother could claim victory in this matter, Kanan instructed the girl to remove her clothing. We both were stunned by this action on her part, but even more amazed that the girl complied. She slowly removed her jacket and then slid her skirt down, now standing there in her white cotton underpants and blouse. At a wave from Kanan she dispensed with the blouse. She was very well endowed for a nineteen year old. I could hardly fail to notice the damp spot covering much of the crotch in her panties, but I was more impressed by how her heavy breasts strained the straps of her bra, digging into the flesh of her shoulders. "Remove everything so that they may see your shame and the proof that Neleema wishes to have." I heard Neleema's sharp intake of breath as the girl's full breasts were revealed. I too was taken aback at what was revealed. Those two plump melons were covered with uncounted welts, cuts and bruises. I could see that they had been put there over a long period of time, since some were almost healed while others looked so raw that they must have been created within the last few days. Upon closer examination it became apparent that more than one implement had been used on those firm globes. Then Kanan gave us the full story about how this young girl came to be so brutally whipped, and why almost everything that happened to her or would happen to her in the future was done with her own interests at heart. Even before Kanan began to suspect Sayali of grave misconduct at college, this one, her name was Harsha, had already developed a reputation as one of those wantons who lived only to pursue men. She was an extreme case considering her age, having just turned twenty. Kanan attempted to intervene and was rudely rejected. This only made her redouble her efforts to rehabilitate this young trollop. Kanan managed to discover one of the many places where this teen tramp held liaisons with some of her many sex partners. In this particular case it was with a much older man, one who could have been her father. At great risk to herself she took a number of pictures showing Harsha and this man copulating. Having obtained incontrovertible evidence of this slut's wanton behavior, she had a meeting with the girl's parents where she displayed the damning photographs. They were outraged and vowed to discipline their daughter for this unacceptable behavior. Kanan also noted that the mother seemed even more frightened by the fact that Harsha was not using any obvious method of contraception, and that her father had developed a rather embarrassing erection. Since the emphasis would be the application of severe corporal punishment they needed to get permission from the school to allow her to be excused from physical exercise and the accompanying showers that the students were required to take afterwards. Kanan made the arrangements in exchange for the right to punish Harsha once a week, usually on Friday afternoon after class, at her apartment. For the last eight weeks the girl had been dutifully visiting Kanan for a caning, as well as a lecture on her antisocial behavior. She was also interrogated about the type of punishment she was receiving at home. The girl was being exclusively disciplined by her mother, who concentrated on whipping her breasts, pubes and buttocks, saying that those three areas were what tempted her husband as well as all the other men she had sex with. She used everything from a strap to switches that were fresh cut from the bushes that grew in the garden at the rear of the house. Her favorite weapon was her husband's heavy belt and she spent hours decorating the tawny flesh of her wayward daughter with this symbol of male authority. Kanan had searched far and wide in the city for a shop that could provide her with a more suitable implement for chastising this immoral girl. An acquaintance who was into the more bizarre side of life in this city directed her to a specialty shop that for a very high price, provided her with a cane suitable for her purposes. What made this implement even more unique was that it could be deliberately weighted to inflict even worse punishment to the deserving miscreant. At their initial punishment session Kanan offered the girl a way to reduce the terrible beatings that she would be getting from her. Naturally this offer was not made until Kanan had given her unprotected buttocks a dozen of the best, using the weighted version of the cane. Twice during the beating Harsha had collapsed in tears from the terrible pain created in her soft cheeks as the leather wrapped cane ripped into them. In exchange for licking Kanan's deliberately unwashed pubic mound for half the time normally devoted to her punishment, she would receive only half the number of strokes, and if she also chose to use her talented tongue to delve into Kanan's back passageway, her punishment would be reduced to a mere three strokes of the cane, weighted of course. Harsha had become quite adept at pleasuring both of Kanan's entrances, and these days her bottom, with one major exception, was the better for her diligence. 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. She 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 Neleema 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 nineteen-year old 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 Neleema with a thick length of leather covered wood that she was applying to Kanan's swollen breasts which were huge and sprayed sweat 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 Harsha 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 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 women deliberately chosen to examine Harsha first? Why waste their strength on her when both were really more interested in testing Sayali, each for a different reason? I guessed 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 Neleema, 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. Neleema 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 Neleema 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 tramp that will involve your unique capability. 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 Neleema 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 Neleema, a grinning Neleema, standing beside the bed, holding a strap in her hand. My eyes bored into the crotch of those white panties. 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 Neleema 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 Neleema told me she wanted me to shove my cock down the girl's throat and hold it in place 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. Do you need some assistance? Would you like to see all of me, would that do it?" Neleema 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. Neleema'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 Neleema. 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. Taming Sayali Ch. 10 Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. * All good things must come to an end, and so it was with my situation. Neleema sensed my approaching ejaculation and let my member pop free from her mouth. It bounced up and down, hard and ready for whatever wished to challenge it. I could still feel the strong probing that Kanan's tongue was delivering as she skillfully excavated the area between my buttocks. "Stop or else he will be unable to do the job. I want to see that little whore's face turn color as his stiff cock plugs her throat and deprives her of any air. We'll soon see how honest this bitch she has been with us." I let out a small sigh of sadness as the moist hot tongue departed, leaving a region that started to cool rapidly as the wet film she had left behind began to evaporate. As Neleema had promised, Harsha's teeth had been totally neutralized. It took a few trial thrusts before my hard cock began its journey down her throat. I watched her eyes as I pressed my advantage, shoving another inch or so into her propped open mouth. She began to blink and as I moved even deeper, the blinking became rapid and then erratic as her throat muscles began to react to the intruder that was filling her air passage. Her head began to move from side to side as she attempted to expel my throbbing length of hard flesh. I moved my hips and thrust harder, pushing further down her throat. Now there were tears flowing from her eyes which had become dilated and moved first one way and then another as if seeking some escape from what was befalling her. To steady myself and get some extra leverage I leaned forward and placed my hands into her hairy armpits. I continued to push steadily, making small progress as her throat convulsed and provided a sensation that was unlike anything I had experienced. Her struggles were becoming more frantic as she tried to expel me from her throat so she could gain some air. I must confess that I enjoyed this unequal contest; having this youthful temptress under my complete control, no, determining her fate was more accurate, gave me a feeling of power that was unique. I withdrew my engorged member from her throat and allowed her to gasp for breath before jamming it back down her throat, going even deeper this time and then watching her face contort and gradually turn to a darker shade until she got her breath back as she finally started taking short gasps of her breath through her nose. As if this wasn't enough, I felt Kanan's hands rubbing my buttocks, then pushing against them to assist my slow penetration of Harsha. I didn't think it possible for my erection to become any harder, but her efforts proved me wrong. I was sorely tempted to pull my stiff length from the teen's spasming gullet and use it to dominate Kanan. My lust was mixed with the urge to dominate this birdlike creature who seemed to have some strange hold over me. I wanted to break free and at the same time make her my slave to do with as I pleased. My dark side was on the verge of taking over. It was Neleema who brought me back to reality. She had me release my cock from the confines of Harsha's convulsing throat with a loud sucking sound as my saliva coated cock came into view. Kanan continued to massage my buttocks and even took the liberty of inserting a knowing finger into my rectum and moved it forward to find that lump of flesh that physically controlled my lusts. While Harsha coughed and sputtered, gradually recovering her strength, Kanan continued to manipulate me. Her middle finger continued to massage my prostate and her other hand was now gently squeezing my testicles, checking for how ready I was to erupt. Neleema grinned at my ambivalent reaction to the treatment I was receiving from the teacher. On the one hand I was truly on the verge of ejaculating. One careless move on Kanan's part and I would coat her hand with my cum. I imagined the look of satisfaction that would be on her face as I lost control and paid homage to her sexuality. This thought kept me from acting out the fantasy. I wanted to be the one in control of things, not her. If her brothers could bend her to their will, why not me? She would be an excellent concubine, making herself available whenever my needs had to be satisfied. In my more rational moments I would feel contrite over having become this creature feeding and growing on the fuel from my lusts, but now I was possessed and it was a wonderful feeling to be free of convention and all the other trappings of civilization. "Again! Make the little whore choke!" I blindly followed Neleema's exhortation and resumed thrusting my aching cock down the girl's throat, blocking her passageway with my hard length of throbbing meat. This time I showed her no mercy, ramming myself deeper and deeper as she struggled. Once more I was gaining leverage from using her armpits as a fulcrum. For some odd reason I felt this faint protrusion in the skin, although it was completely hidden from sight by the tangle of thick curly hair that bloomed in those sweaty hollows. I found myself concentrating more and more of my attention onto this tiny area that seemed to have too much texture and definition for what I assumed it to be. My concentration was broken when Kanan's finger poked just hard enough against my enlarged, throbbing prostate to trigger an explosion that sent torrents of my boiling seed down Harsha's convulsing throat as she swooned from the combination of no air and the stream of salty fluid that poured down her gullet to ultimately settle in her stomach. Neleema tried to pull me from the girl, but was unsuccessful. I was enjoying her agonies and the tremendous release of tension that the insinuating finger of that dark skinned seductress had produced in me. I managed to drive even more of my still hard cock down the teen's throat as her face turned an ugly dark shade. Neleema dug her nails into my shoulder and screamed for me to cease my efforts. Harsha had been so frightened by my second assault that the girl had lost control of her bladder and soaked the mattress with her acrid urine. Despite the wetness and the stench I was still fascinated by the little imprint etched into her skin. I grabbed the teen by her throat with one hand and she tried to shriek, but was not able due to my powerful grip on her neck. I had her as if she was some small animal in the jaws of a tiger. Her eyes bulged with fear and her body trembled at the menacing visage she confronted. Later on Kanan confessed that she became tremendously excited at my behavior, realizing that there was something of substance lurking beneath my rather bland exterior. This something made her wet with desire and she decided at that point that one way or another we would share a bed either here or somewhere else. "I am curious as to what that mark in your armpit is? Tell me, or I'll throttle you again, and this time I won't be so easily deterred from harming you." Harsha was completely at my mercy and had no option but to tell me what this mark was. For some strange reason I believed it had some type of connection between Harsha and perhaps Sayali. My instincts were soon proven to be correct. I released my hand from her throat and she took a ragged breath before speaking. "It is their mark." was all she said at first. I frowned and she quickly began to tell the story of the mark and what it meant. We hung on every word. "There are various groups of men and boys who enjoy the thrill of hunting down girls and women such as myself who will gladly provide them with the type of pleasure that they seek. Each group has a mark that identifies them to other groups. Each group has a special place on the female's body where the mark is placed. It signifies that she is the property of that group. Any other group that may choose to use her must pay some form of tribute. The more attractive the female, the greater the tribute. Any female who conceals the fact that she had been used by another group will suffer greatly. It is not uncommon for an offending female to have one of her nipples cut off for a first violation of the group's honor. It has been said that one wild woman who was in her early twenties and yet unwed had her cunt lips and clit cut from her body for repeated offenses to her group's reputation." Neleema was quick to connect the story to Sayali. "Am I to believe that my daughter has such a mark on her body, hidden from my eyes?" Harsha cast her eyes downward and gave a small nod of her head. My lover grasped the girl by her hair and shook her head violently, all the time yelling, "Tell me, tell me! Where is this mark so I may look upon it and know you to be telling the truth about my daughter?" "It is unknown to me. I know all those that share my mark; Sayali is not among them." Harsha's reply had the ring of truth. Much work had yet to be done before the truth about Sayali was revealed. It was obvious what our next step must be. However before we took Sayali from the pit and began to interrogate her, it was essential that we saw what Harsha's mark looked like. Kanan left the room and returned bearing a razor. Harsha was no match for the combined strength of Neleema and myself. We held her steady as Kanan shaved away the coarse hair guarding the little mark. The girl screamed loudly and struggled mightily. At last the mark came into view. The symbol meant nothing to me, but Kanan was swift to observe that it represented one of the minor gods, one that had power over lost souls who wandered in darkness, seeking an exit from their ceaseless wanderings. Upon further examination, Kanan announced that there was a number located within the mark. To me this had no significance, but while Kanan stated that the number probably had some meaning, she was at a loss to explain what it was. Harsha volunteered that the symbol had been burned into her armpit by an electric needle at her initiation into the group's camp followers. The man who did it was a tattoo artist who was employed by all the groups in this capacity. We threatened Harsha with dire consequences if she even hinted to Sayali that we knew of this mark. This done we marched the teen from the house and out towards the pit that contained Sayali. It was now her turn to be examined. This time instead of being a trio of blind persons, we had enough sight to be able to understand the mark that would prove Harsha's accusations. There still remained the challenge of either finding the mark ourselves or forcing Sayali to reveal its location. There was always the chance that she would prove her innocence by not bearing this stigma. Sayali's eyes widened when she saw the condition of Harsha's welted body. We made the transfer quickly and marched our prisoner into the house for her initial interrogation. Despite the ejaculation that Kanan had produced less than thirty minutes previously, I was sexually aroused by the sight of those firm buttocks twitching from side to side as she padded into the house. The girl put up a struggle when she saw the condition of the bed upon which we would spread her naked body for the examination. Her struggles were to no avail and within minutes she was on her back, wrists tied together and anchored to the headboard, her legs spread wide, ankles tied tightly to the posts at the foot of the urine soaked bed. I excused myself and left her to the not so tender mercies of Neleema and Kanan. My part in this charade would come only after they had softened her up with a barrage of blows from the paddle, flogger and even possibly Kanan's rattan cane. That decision I had left to Neleema. I also had reserved the use of that special implement I had recently purchased for myself. The shop keeper's remarks concerning its use were still fresh in my memory. I wondered if I had enough discipline to only use it as he had advised. I sat by the window staring out into the rear courtyard where Harsha was hidden and listened to the sounds emanating from the bedroom. I easily recognized the two voices and the sounds made by the leather lengths as they ate into Sayali's naked body. My mind formed mental pictures based on the sounds I heard. There was the grunt that came from Neleema followed by the splat sound indicating a blow to that plump mound of fatty tissue that was the entry to Sayali's most secret place. This in turn was followed by the whistling of the flogger as it cut through the air to flatten one of her firm breasts. Kanan was delivering machine like blows to Sayali's bare body, seeming to move from her breasts to her belly. My erection had returned with renewed vigor and I felt it pressing against my trousers in hopes of being freed. The one sound I was not able to hear was Sayali's voice. It disappointed me in a sense because it would have added more fuel to the fire that was beginning to rage almost out of control within me. Evidently the women had taken the same approach to her discipline as they had used on Harsha. I wondered whether Kanan was now stark naked, that thick mat of uncontrollable, black, springy pubic hair running free. In my vision she was, because those white cotton panties were now securely wedged inside of Sayali's mouth to stiffle the yelps and screams that were the result of the merciless lashing her naked body was receiving. It was fast approaching the time for my grand entrance onto the stage. I arose and went to the closet in our bedroom and retrieved the latest purchase I had made from that little shop that turned out to be a treasure trove for my needs. I hefted the single rounded strand of tooled leather, imagining it plowing deep into Sayali's slit, splitting her plump cunt lips and creating a pain that was unlike anything she could conceive. If anything, my erection was even harder than the one that had been generated in response to the sight of that dark, half-naked creature that had captured and focused my lusts. This time I entered unannounced; Neleema did not have to invite me. For once my day dream had been accurate; Kanan Jorsay was naked, completely naked, her ebony body covered only by a film of perspiration that was the result of the effort she was putting into the beating that she and Neleema were giving Sayali. She glanced over to me for but a second and then brought the leather lash down across Sayali's heaving belly. I was unaware that she had brought more things than just her cane. I could not avoid staring fixedly at her bare body, especially her hairy crotch that did an excellent job of hiding her treasures from my gaze. I was astonished at the muscular development she displayed. Her buttocks were two tightly bunched slabs of flesh, firm and surprisingly rounded for one as slim as she. I was immediately transported to another place and time where my hard cock was splitting her twin mounds of muscular flesh as she lay beneath me, her hands holding those firm cheeks apart, making it easier for my hard ram to penetrate that winking eye centered deep within that crevice. Tearing myself away from Kanan's naked body was a challenge that I managed to overcome. As I suspected, Sayali's mouth was stuffed with something white that was held in place by a length of twine tightly knotted across her pursed lips. Her breasts were swollen and had been receiving a great deal of attention from both women. Even as I noted their condition, Neleema flattened them both with one swing of the flogger. Sayali's mons was equally swollen; a trail of deep welts had been created over the fronts of her legs and the tender insides of her tapering thighs. It was Neleema who tore the gag from Sayali's mouth. She gave her daughter little time to prepare herself for the barrage of questions she was asked. "Are you ready to tell the truth? Do you need more of the whip and perhaps your teacher's cock jammed down your throat until you suffocate? Where is the mark? Don't lie, we know you have one, where is it?" Sayali refused to answer. For her silence she was rewarded with a cut of Kanan's strap across her face. She shrieked in shock and pain. "Speak or I'll cut your lying face into pieces." Kanan said, raising her arm to deliver another blow. Sayali turned her head in anticipation of the blow and this time the strap exploded over her tightly shut eyes, bringing an even louder scream from the girl. Taming Sayali Ch. 11 Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. I think just before my seemingly irrational outburst I knew the truth about Sayali; she was indeed what Harsha had claimed! Now I was more than ever determined to wring the truth from this dusky teen temptress. Neleema was coming out from the shock that my behavior had caused, and the look on her face indicated that she would be doing more than attacking my character. I quickly assumed a defensive posture and waited for whatever would come. It was Kanan who seized the moment, and took full advantage of the stalemate that existed between Neleema and myself. "I'm glad to see you finally accepting the truth about this whore. It's taken you long enough to realize what I've known for months. Now it is time for action regardless of the consequences; this one must be exposed for what she is, and then it will be up to the three of us to decide whether she can be saved from herself. I might as well admit that I am convinced this imp is beyond redemption despite her youth." This bold approach had created some confusion in Neleema. She did not know which of us to take after first. Then Kanan continued to cause doubt in my lover. "Can you say for a fact that your daughter is indeed a virgin? Have you taken the time to investigate her person to determine that she remains untouched? I can almost guarantee that you will be disappointed with the result." It could be seen from Neleema's body language, the way her shoulders slumped, her tightly pursed lips, the widening of her eyes and the stiffness in her posture, that she had not done anything practical to determine whether or not Sayali was chaste. Kanan pressed her advantage. "Shall I find out for you or will you examine her yourself?" That challenge came like a slap across the face. Neleema flushed, trembled for a few seconds and moved towards Sayali. The look on the girl's face told all, and when I glanced at Kanan, her face was as close to a smile as I'd seen in some time. Neleema glared down at her daughter, and then abruptly left the room, leaving me in the company of two women that sorely tempted me. Both were naked and definitely available. Sayali because she was restrained and in as vulnerable a position as a naked eighteen year-old could be. Kanan because of the mutual attraction, or was it primal lust, that bound us together. Kanan licked her lips and brushed her hand across her hairy crotch, as if teasing or was she daring me to make the first move in that little ritual mating dance that was common to all species including humans. Kanan arched her back which pushed her black thatched vulva towards me. I could smell her body's odor, an aroma of pure unadulterated sex. My cock began to grow stiff, eager to join itself to that dark-skinned body that was composed of hair, bones, skin, and a dripping sex that was beginning to overcome my sense of civility. I was saved from my urges by the return of Neleema, grim faced and holding what looked like a baster in one hand. There was no doubt that the turkey to be basted was her own daughter. Sayali began to struggle against her bonds which held fast. Once again Kanan took the initiative and spread the lips of Sayali's cunt wide, looking up at Neleema with a face bathed in mischief. During all this time Sayali was motionless, no facial expressions, no movements of her body against the bonds that held her fast to the bed, nothing. Neleema paid Kanan's mocking look no heed, and positioned the tip of the long plastic tube at the entrance to the girl's vagina. "Now for the truth!" she exclaimed, pushing the baster into her daughter's swollen-lipped passage. Kanan and I watched as inch after inch of the plastic kitchen tool went into Sayali. "So, now the truth will be known." Kanan said as she nodded her head in the direction of the girl's cunt, still swallowing more of this damning implement that was finding no resistance. Suddenly Neleema jammed the entire length into her daughter with a cry of disgust, bringing a grunt of pain from her as she felt it bottom out against Sayali's uterus. "All this proves is that her hymen is not intact; there could be any number of innocent reasons for her condition. Why don't we let the girl tell us what caused this situation?" I had said it so quickly that even I was surprised at my boldness. If anything, this was a matter for women to decide, not a male who was not of their family. Kanan gave me a look of condescension, Neleema, one of surprise and Sayali just glowered at the three of us. At that point I mentally gave her over to the not so tender mercies of the two women. I turned on my heel and took my leave. By the time I reached the chair by the window looking into the sheltered part of the property that now housed Harsha, I could hear muffled shrieks and screams coming from the bedroom. The sounds rose and fell and new ones were added. I recognized those as leather meeting flesh. I sighed and mentally pictured the two furious women lashing the helpless girl as she writhed in pain on that sweat soaked mattress, her hands and feet struggling to be free of the bonds that held her in place. To escape the sounds that were growing more intense by the minute I took refuge in the secluded area of the courtyard sheltered by the tall trees that provided shade from the blistering sun for at least part of the day. It was mid afternoon by now, and I managed to find some shade. I settled into a chair and began to leaf through the book I had brought with me. I guess Harsha must have heard my arrival, for she called out to me. I tried to ignore her cries, but at last I approached the edge of the pit and peered down to where she was huddled. "How long must I remain in this stinking place?" she asked, looking up to me. I had no answer. Again she asked, this time in a much louder voice. I realized that there was a slight chance that her voice might carry to the road going past Neleema's home. Why not release the girl from the pit and allow her to rest out here in the shade and perhaps even have some iced tea with me as I perused the pages of my book. I had forgotten that Harsha was as naked as the day she was born and bore the welts that had been inflicted on her by Neleema and Kanan. The little vixen had also not forgotten my prong going deep down her throat and nearly suffocating her. She gave me a wide berth for a time, but once she realized I had no intentions of raping her, she became more comfortable. "I will tell you more than I told them if you will promise to protect me." Her offer had the ring of truth to it and so I agreed, telling her to wait here while I fetched something for her to drink and tried to find something that would give her body a bit of protection. At last Harsha and I sat opposite each other, she sipping on a glass of iced tea, her third, and the first she had not downed in a few gulps. I had located a piece of Sayali's clothing that covered the girl's loins, but left her breasts exposed, a most distracting display I had to admit. As I passed the room where the two women were beating Sayali, the sounds of leather striking skin had diminished significantly, probably due to exhaustion on their part. Harsha put her glass down and after taking a deep breath, she launched into her amazing story. "Everything I have said about Sayali is true. She has been with both sexes; she has had multiple male sex partners at the same time, all true, but at the same time, not true." Her statement perplexed me greatly. I asked, actually demanded, her to explain this mysterious comment about true and not true. She cast her eyes downward for a moment, took another even deeper sigh and continued. "Let me go back to the time I first saw Sayali in the showers with the other girls in the college. It was last year and she had just blossomed. Her development had sparked the interest of a number of senior girls who were attracted more to girls than boys. Sayali was easily coaxed into joining them for some innocent fun that soon became more passionate and quite a bit more demanding when it came to what the seniors desired from her. One thing led to another and soon Sayali was being regularly marched back into the deepest recesses of the showers. This area was known to all as the province of those only interested in girl-girl activities. By the end of the year Sayali was the pet of the top lesbian in the college; a student so well connected that no professor or administrator dare interfere with her on such matters as those involving Sayali and herself." "During that summer I was told that Sayali was introduced to a very rich and most influential lesbian who decided to take the girl under her wing, so to speak. To make Sayali acknowledge her control and dominance when it came to their relationship, she would have her deliberately offer her body to a number of male gangs that sought out young girls to have sex with. Sayali did as she was ordered on many occasions, becoming quite popular with one particular group of males. I know for a fact, because Sayali told me, that she was most unhappy over her patron forcing her to have sex with males, which was disgusting as far as she was concerned. In fact this is what led to their breakup just before college resumed this year." Everything began to fall in place, but the picture that was taking shape was not one that either I or Neleema could be happy about. I dreaded having to break this news to all involved, but then I caught myself. What about the mark that was supposed to be on Sayali's body? Without that as evidence, Harsha's story was just that, a story, one of fiction if you chose not to accept what she said. "Where is the mark" I asked. Harsha looked down at her lap and fidgeted some. I was beginning to become a bit annoyed at her behavior. Just as I was about to escort her to either the pit or the bedroom where Sayali was being beaten severely, she brightened considerably. "I think it has to be between her toes. The mark is broken up into eight sections; that must be where it is." I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. However there was still the matter of Harsha's relationship with Kanan. "Why didn't you tell Kanan about where the mark was?" I asked. Harsha's answer took me by surprise. "She knows what you know. She beat it out of me with that terrible weighted cane. I would do anything to avoid being beaten with it and she uses that to make me do the things to her that are done by lesbians. I am convinced that she is a lesbian herself, or is too afraid of men to allow them near enough to her to do what men do with women. She will never have a man as long as she has a young girl to dominate and abuse. I know, look at what she has brought me to, sexually satisfying her, being sodomized by my own father almost every day and being beaten half to death by my outraged mother. I sometimes think the only way out of my current life is to offer myself to a man, any man, who will take me away from this terrible state I have fallen into. There are other times that I know Kanan has her mind made up to somehow get Sayali under her control. If and when that happens, my life may become much better, but I despair that it will happen." Harsha's story made sense, tying together all that I had heard from Kanan, with some modest shadings to certain portions, and the little that I could get from Sayali, who was in truth, not what she seemed. I tried to sum it all up in my mind so that when I confronted all the parties with what I now knew, I'd be prepared for the reaction that would come from each. First and foremost, Sayali was definitely on the path toward becoming a dedicated lesbian. Whether she could be moved from it was unknown, but worth a try. Her mother Neleema would be devastated with this revelation and might drive Sayali from her house and life or attempt to coerce her into becoming something that she could not be. Kanan might take the opportunity to take Sayali from Neleema and use her for her own needs, which would only drive the girl further into the lesbian lifestyle as a submissive partner. Of course there was my own selfish position to satisfy as well. I finally had to be honest with my own feelings; I too wanted to possess Sayali, body and soul. If given a choice between the two, I probably would accept her body as long as it remained firm, rounded and willing to allow me to play it like the wonderful instrument it could be in my hands. Armed now with all the positions that would likely be taken by all parties concerned, I made my way towards the bedroom accompanied by a half naked Harsha who was beginning to look more and more attractive as we moved through the house. Our entry interrupted Kanan who was in the process of fisting Sayali, her entire hand swallowed by the teen's cunt. It was a strange sight to see only the teacher's arm protruding from the girl. Neleema was staring down at her daughter whose face was contorted with lust and pain reacting to this foreign object now residing within her body. "Enough of this charade, stand away from the girl and listen to what I have to say. I grow tired of this bickering, lying and the perpetual jockeying for position that you two have been taking since you first met." I do believe that the tone of my voice made both women cease their activities and pay close attention to what I had to say. With no preamble, I launched into my analysis of the situation and the strong, and I must admit self-serving, recommendations that I had to solve the issues that were separating us. "Let me begin by saying that at this time Sayali's tastes run to the female side of the ledger. She has been deliberately skewed in this direction and I don't know if her current bent can be changed. I do know one thing; force alone is not the total answer. Her previous relations with men have been forced upon her if what Harsha has told me is true, and I believe her. Sayali has indulged in this behavior not for her pleasure, but for the pleasure of the one who made her do these things." "This brings me to Kanan. You my dear woman have been less than fully truthful and I shall deal with you in private, perhaps at your apartment where we will be undisturbed while I make an attempt to elevate your consciousness concerning who you are and what you can be in the future. You must know now that my approach will be painful at times, but it is what you need. I must admit that you and Sayali may be fated to be together, that remains to be determined. However it will not be addressed until you and I have reached an accommodation concerning the girl." "Neleema, you have the most challenging prospect before you. I know that you have an aversion to things between women, so be it. However your daughter is still your flesh and blood. You must be willing to either accept the possibility that her path is not yours when it comes to matters sexual, or she will desert you forever, leaving you an empty shell." "Sayali does carry a mark, and Kanan knows where it is and what it says. Perhaps you would like to take the first step in the process of redeeming yourself when it comes to telling the truth." All eyes were now fixed on the dark skinned woman. The look on her face was tense, almost resistant. I gave her a count of five and then moved toward the bed. "Stop! I will show you." she said in a voice that was stressed, perhaps indicating just how traumatic this moment was to her and her plans. Sayali made no attempt to resist as Kanan separated her toes and showed Neleema and myself the faint marks inscribed in the webbing. "Harsha told you of these; she will be punished severely once we leave here today. I will turn her bottom into a chunk of raw flesh and rub salt into it!" Her threat terrified the half naked teen-ager who began to tremble at the prospect of taking that weighted cane until she fell unconscious from the pain. I glared at the teacher and wagged a finger in her direction. "If you do that to her I will make you rue the day you ever came onto this earth. Perhaps Neleema might wish to assist me as I turn your skinny body into a pulpy mass of bleeding flesh from brow to toes." Now it was Kanan's turn to shake, but there was more to her reaction than just fear. Was it possible that such a fate was not totally unpalatable to her? There was much more to discover within his exotic creature's makeup, and I might have the enjoyable task of making her give up her secrets to me, grudgingly I might imagine. That would make my efforts even more enjoyable. I wondered what the shopkeeper might have in his inventory that would be useful when it came to taming Kanan? The day was giving up its light and so I suggested that all of us remain here for the night, and then on the morrow come to some type of agreement concerning Sayali and the role they expected to play in bringing her to heel. Since no one argued to the contrary, we freed the bruised and bleeding Sayali from her bonds and allowed her and Harsha to clean themselves up while the women prepared dinner and I relaxed with a small aperitif to celebrate my success. Tomorrow would be a very interesting day for all concerned. Taming Sayali Ch. 12 Dinner was an affair fraught with tension. There was so much conflict just below the surface that I felt as if I was in an ocean infested with sharks. Kanan and Neleema were obviously at odds with each other over Sayali and probably myself, if I could be so bold. Sayali seemed to be almost a common enemy when I considered her damaged relationship with her mother and former lecturer, not to mention Harsha, and to a degree myself as well. There was a degree of enmity between Kanan and Harsha and between the two teens as well. There was a part of me that reveled in this conflict, since I stood to gain considerably if I could retain my vision of things and keep pressing towards my solution to this problem. If I could arrange an accommodation of sorts between Neleema and her wayward daughter, there was a place for me in that group. Neleema and I could probably restore our former relationship that was a most enjoyable one in a physical sense. In this alignment there was the chance that Sayali could eventually fall into my hands like ripe fruit from a low hanging bough. A settlement between Sayali and Neleema would leave Kanan to my tender mercies if I exerted myself. There was something strong between us and it might be more than physical, but frankly I did not want to think beyond bending this dark skinned creature to my own selfish desires. Of all the possible futures that one seemed to be the most probable. I had to exert some internal discipline to prevent my thoughts from going from the general to the very particular. It took an effort of the will to erase the picture of Kanan, stark naked hanging by her wrists, her body welted from the whipping I was giving her for her temerity to oppose my will. Sleeping arrangements was another challenge; letting Sayali join her mother, while Kanan and Harsha shared the other bedroom made sense. That would leave me sleeping alone, which was probably best under the circumstances. I made my suggestion and Neleema agreed, provided her daughter was suitably restrained so she would not be tempted to take her leave while we slept. Harsha did not look as if she was looking forward to spending the night under her professor's care, but it was my guess that Kanan would be saving her energy for the morrow when things would get very serious. As for myself, I was looking forward to a respite from the temptations of the flesh. Under normal circumstances I would have been delighted to bed down with any of these women, and that included Harsha who had a body that attracted me physically. There were those fresh upturned breasts, deliciously rounded bottoms and all those curves and hollows to consider when it came to a choice of a proper bedmate for an evening's dalliance. Alas, it was the curse of men that we were often governed by our groins and not our brains. Preparing their charges for bed proved to be most entertaining. Neither Neleema nor Kanan were willing to share their beds. Kanan bound Harsha hand and foot after making her strip down to only her panties. She warned her in my presence that any noise from her would result in those panties being transferred into her mouth. I innocently inquired as to what would cause the girl to cry out during the night. This question obviously created some tension in both of them. I secretly was enjoying their discomfort, amusing myself by imagining Kanan joining Harsha on the floor so the girl could lick and kiss her hairy cunt until Kanan's cum coated her face. Then again it might be required of Harsha to insinuate her knowing tongue between her teacher's cheeks and worship that puckered starfish until Kanan became so excited that she had to use her charge's face like a cunt rag as she climaxed. Neleem was more severe with her daughter. Sayali was made to strip naked and then Neleema bound her tightly to the rattan chair located a few paces from her bed. She proved to be quite adept at using the ropes to place her daughter into a very stressful position, her back forced to arch painfully and her legs wide spread, bent up under the chair and her ankles anchored to her tightly tied wrists. She then stuffed a pair of her soiled panties into the girl's mouth and completed her bondage by cinching a short length of rope across her stuffed mouth to hold the rag in place. To check on the integrity of the girl's bonds, she cruelly pinched one of her melon shaped breasts and twisted the flesh to create considerable pain for Sayali. The sounds that issued from her gagged mouth were muffled significantly, and a smile lit up her mother's face. "Perhaps I should take the strap to those big breasts of hers before I turn in for the night. I'll bet you'd stay around to enjoy the sight of those beauties bouncing and dancing to the tune from my belt." I refused to take the bait, which disappointed her. She took another tack, this time insinuating that the reason I had chosen to sleep in the parlor was so that Kanan and I could have an opportunity to enjoy each other's bodies while she had to keep one eye on her disobedient, lesbian daughter. I decided to not respond, and plant the seeds of insecurity in her mind. I observed that like herself, Kanan had left room in her bed for a companion, leaving open who that person might be. I could see that my barb had found some flesh. Neleema played her trump card, removing the wrapping from her body to reveal those heavy breasts that I'd sucked and kissed by the hour, that rounded belly I'd licked and nibbled before moving down to her musky slit where I'd spent many an evening worshipping and plumbing, stirring up the juices that came from deep within it. I could feel my cock beginning to harden as I recalled our many nights in that very bed going at each other like two beasts responding to our primal natures. I was most sorely tempted, but some devious portion of my personality refused to allow me to respond in the manner that most of me wished. Neleema's face grew cold and distant as she realized that I was refusing her offer of an evening in her bed as Sayali listened and caught an occasional glimpse of our writhing bodies as we made ferocious love. In an attempt to relieve some of the tenseness that appeared to be taking over my body, I opted for a long hot shower. As I stood under the warm water and soaped my body, the tension began to melt away. I was so engrossed in the easing of the strain that made my jaw muscles clench, that I was completely caught off guard by the entry of Kanan into the shower stall, naked as the day she was born. She wasted no time in preliminaries, her hand grasping my flaccid cock and rubbing it against her hairy slit while her tongue snaked its way into my mouth. My response was immediate and most direct, part of me had obviously been planning for just this moment and my movements were almost automatic. I grabbed her ass cheeks and kneaded them as we ground our crotches against each other. I began to suck her tongue and felt my cock hardening rapidly as she continued to stroke it and at the same time her teeth nipped my lips. I threw her against the side of the stall and pressed my body to hers, pinning a helpless Kanan against the tile. I began to maul her bare body, pinching and twisting her skin and raking my nails across her small pancake shaped tits and down her flanks, feeling the ridges of bone that composed her ribcage. I pushed my knee between her thighs and forced them open so I could enter her. She bit down on my shoulder as my cock broke through her defenses and began stretching that wet cunt that I sought. For the first time I was doing exactly what the animal part of my brain was ordering and I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of being free to act on my needs, unburdened by the tyranny of my intellect. Without thinking, I had bent my knees so I could penetrate her as she leaned against the side of the shower stall. Now my passions grew and I grasped her under her arms and raised her body sufficiently that I could once more stand erect. Then I proceeded to give her cunt a furious battering as she just stared, mouth open, almost slack, her body being pounded brutally against the unyielding tile wall. I have no idea how long I remained in this frenzied state, but by the time I drenched her insides with my furious discharge, she was limp in my arms. I felt like bellowing my triumph! I had conquered this mocking, angry, exotic, erotic, conflicted, creature. She would be bent to my will, nothing in this world could stop that from becoming true. I have no recollection of Kanan leaving the shower and returning to her bedroom. It was as if I were in a fog. My actions were those of a man in a trance. Then it sank into me what I had just done, and I exalted! There was so much anger still locked within when it came to Kanan, that I knew what had transpired tonight was but a prelude to a lengthy and most daunting relationship. She would be a worthy challenge, but beneath her veneer of sophistication and cynicism there was a woman who had been severely harmed by numerous unthinking men, doing what the culture allowed them to do, uncaring about the effect it had on the unfortunate person who had been gifted with a bright mind and a will to succeed. There was no interest on my part in being just another version of her father or brothers or those students who thoughtlessly demeaned and degraded her without any consideration for the consequences it had on her life and spirit. Tearing her down to her essence and then rebuilding her into a stronger, more understanding representation was a task that might consume a significant fraction of the next few years. That was something to consider when I thought of the end of my sabbatical, mere months away. I curled up on the divan in the parlor and fell fast asleep. When I awoke the next morning, the sun was just beginning to transform the darkness. I lay there recalling the startling but inevitable event that had occurred last evening. There were no recriminations, no feelings of guilt over what had transpired. In point of fact there was great excitement about what was going to develop between Kanan and myself. Then I realized that my first loyalty still was to Neleema and her conflicted daughter who might be more twisted than any one of us knew. That morning as we assembled for breakfast it became apparent that Neleema sensed something had happened to me that involved Kanan. The thin, dark teacher was very quiet, almost deferential towards both Neleema and me. The young women were still bound tightly and remained in their respective rooms, Sayali hogtied to the rattan chair while Harsha was still trying to find a comfortable spot on the wooden floor. I took a quick look at Kanan and caught her staring at me with a strange look on her sharp featured face. I glowered at her and she looked away, looking like a child who had been caught doing something wrong. For a few moments I relived what I could remember of last night in the shower and found myself getting hard. I was a bit angry at my lack of self control and vowed to take my anger out on whoever got in my path. The tension between the two women was most palpable, and so I attempted to defuse that issue. I coughed to get their attention and said what had to be said. I made no excuse for taking what Kanan had offered and provided no apology whatsoever for my behavior. Neleema was staring daggers at the teacher and for one of those rare times, Kanan appeared to be on the defensive. I challenged my former lover to face me with whatever complaint she had concerning what had passed between Kanan and myself. Now it was her turn to shy away from confrontation with me. She was a wise woman, and realized that having me as an ally, perhaps even a lover, would serve her best interests. I could already see her trying to accommodate this major shift in relationships. The discussion now centered on Sayali. There were still bits and pieces of things that were not yet completely revealed. Rather than make a list of them, it might be better to merely force the truth, the entire truth from Sayali. Harsha's testimony had proven to be mostly accurate, but there still remained a few unanswered questions that had to be resolved with her as well. To me it seemed the issues concerning Harsha's version of the truth were minor matters that would have no significance once we were sure that Sayali was speaking the truth. In the event it was shown that Harsha had deliberately held something back or in any way shaded the truth to put herself in a better light, Kanan and I would give her the appropriate punishment the next time she visited the teacher's apartment. That mollified Kanan, but I could see the wheels turning in Neleema's head. She feared that Kanan might gain a more secure position with me under these conditions. I was amused at how her jealousy blinded her to the obvious in this case. I suggested that Kanan return the girl Harsha until the three of us had broken Sayali to our complete satisfaction. Neleema was silent for a time, while Kanan expressed some degree of dismay that she would have to be away while the interrogation of the girl was taking place. To keep everyone relatively satisfied I agreed that Neleema and I would hold off questioning Sayali until Kanan returned. What was left unsaid was that did not guarantee that we were going to avoid softening up the willful girl by any means deemed necessary. Minutes after Kanan and Harsha left the house, Neleema and I headed for the bedroom where Sayali was being kept. I allowed Neleema to rid herself of all the frustration she had concerning her daughter. She grabbed the girl's hair in her hands and began trying to yank it from her scalp using only her arms and hands. After a few frustrating minutes she had to rest to regain her strength. Sayali's face was flush from the assault she had just weathered. It was now my turn to try to gain a foothold with this stubborn teen. I homed in on her firm breasts, slapping those dusky globes from side to side, each slap a little harder than its predecessor. Her eyes grew wide as I continued to buffet her melon-like mounds with harder and harder slaps. Her eyes were like two knives trying to pierce my heart. I gloried in her resistance. Her attitude and chicanery would not protect her from the creature that was gaining control of me. Perhaps it was related to that force that had taken over my body last night with Kanan. When I captured her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and cruelly pulled them up until tears formed in her eyes, her body language changed. Still holding those nubbins in a grip of steel I began stretching them from side to side, varying the torment by twisting them in one direction than another, never allowing Sayali to prepare herself for whatever was to follow. Then I switched my attack to her long lustrous hair. Unlike her mother I did not try to use brute force to tear the hair from their roots. Instead I captured a small number of strands and literally plucked them from her scalp by the roots. Even with the gag, I was rewarded with some muffled grunts and a muted wavering cry of pain and distress. Momentarily satisfied, I stepped back to give Neleema another opportunity to take her vengeance on Sayali. She grabbed a handful of her daughter's hair and used it to hold her still as she swung her flat palm into the girl's face, over and over until she couldn't raise it. Then she switched hands and resumed pummeling Sayali's face with hard slap after slap, the sound echoing from the walls. This time around I aimed to make her afraid without pain, just the threat of it. I wrapped some of her hair around my fist and pulled upward to make her neck strain. She was taken by surprise and then when I drew back my closed fist as if preparing to smash her face into pieces from the force of the blow, she lost control of her bladder and a stream of deep yellow, pungent piss arced out from her spread thighs and puddled in front of the chair. I feinted as if I was going to follow through with my punch, and she began to blubber like a little baby. She was very close to breaking down; soon we would be hearing from her lips what she had actually been doing this year both at college and afterwards. However there was much more time before we would be joined by Kanan and I wanted to use it to give this temptress some discomfort and humiliation that I could devise. Neleema stood behind me, grinding her hips into mine. It looked like this taste for cruelty was manifesting itself in other ways. She made no pretense in front of an almost terrified Sayali, and reached a hand around and into my trousers, and cradled my full scrotum. Sayali looked disinterested, except her eyes which still glared at us. With a dismissive grunt, Neleema turned away and led me back to her room where she wasted no time at all in letting me know how appreciative she was for my help.