The tent of the Bedouin
by Bedouin
Part 5
'Damn him' thought miel, 'Damn him, damn him..!'
'He will pay for this...'
miel had no idea of how the Bedouin would pay for keeping her this way, her
reasoning consumed with irrational ire. Her chest heaved as the bubbling hatred
coursed through her body.
Bedouin watched the hostility directed at him, 'A strong spirit' he mused,
'What a subject she will make'. He paused for a moment, watching miel glare at
him with her piercing, bitter eyes.
Snapping himself from his meditation, he stooped to pick up a large, crimson
pillow from behind miel's chair. He tossed it casually in front of her and took
up his hookah, then slowly sat on the cushion and set his pipe carefully on the
rug at his side.
miel blinked her eyes, trying to calm herself, everything seemed so surreal, so
distant from her normally sedate and ordered life. This cursed man was about to
subject her to more degradation, she was fastened to a stool, was naked before
him, she had a metal penis in each of her lower orifices! She could not
understand how things had happened, why they had happened, it made no sense!
miel became indignant again, she despised this treatment, would fight it with
all her strength and guile, she would show no emotion, unless it were to trick
the Bedouin, to lull him into an error, or dissuade him from an action. She
suddenly became light headed as she rejoiced in her cleverness, 'That's it!'
'No emotion, do not give in to him unless it is for a reason, or to deceive
him...!' miel laughed to herself as her plan took shape.
An uncomfortable thought nibbled at her, as always she tried to push it away,
but as always, it returned, a persistent worry. 'What was it?' She almost began
to chew her lip as she realised. She was so confident of her actions, of her
clever plan that..... 'No!' miel tried to deny the notion, she attempted to
squeeze it from her mind. Her mouth became dry, her stomach churned as she
understood, with dread, that she was looking forward to facing his challenge!
Again, she tossed the thought away, it came spinning back like a boomerang...
'No, surely not,' she worried frantically, 'I could not want this kind of
confrontation, he is a monster, a sadist....' Her eyebrows knitted with
perplexity, her nipples began to harden. miel groaned, hating herself, hating
him..... she gasped out loud with shame as she remembered how strongly she had
orgasmed on the stool, a red, creeping blush began.
Bedouin sat, in studied concentration, watching the girl. It looked as if she
were wrestling with herself inside, her darkness and light fighting for
precedence.
He took a contented puff on his hookah and let the smoke drift lazily from his
nostrils.
Away, in a quiet chamber, crystal stood patiently.
She knew that the guards would come presently, with instructions from Bedouin.
crystal slid one foot behind her other ankle and squeezed her thighs together,
then, holding her breath, contracted the strong muscles of her sex.... and
relaxed them..
Behind her back, resting on the soft curve of her bottom, her hands began to
twist, her fingers intertwining as she squeezed her thighs together again... and
relaxed...
Bedouin blew a large cloud of smoke so that it billowed over miel. It seemed to
work and she raised her head in natural curiosity.
Bedouin smiled at her pleasantly
'miel' he began 'Tell me, would you not find it much simpler to bend to my will?
He sat back, awaiting her reply.
miel, paused, gathering her words
'Please, whoever you are, I do not know why I am here, why you are doing this to
me, but I would like you to release me....' She paused for a second.
' I promise that... that, if you return me to safety, I will speak of this to no
one'. miel was pleased with her even tone, had kept her voice steady.. her
strength returning.
'Release you?' replied Bedouin 'Are you then, not enjoying your stay here in my
fine tent?' He waved his hand expansively at the chamber, illustrating his
generosity.
miel's voice faltered only slightly.. 'Nnno... I am not, I... I hate it here, I
would like to go... please..'
With a calculated move, miel looked at the Bedouin, forcing tears to her eyes,
the saddest and most pitiful look she could create, hoping to affect him.
Bedouin's brow furrowed with concern 'Oh, my dear, poor girl...' He leaned and
touched her cheek as if to brush away an imaginary tear.
With a soft voice he said, 'You must forgive me miel, I am mistaken, I had
thought that you were relaxed here in my home, that you were enjoying it's
luxurious splendour?'
Sensing his sympathy, miel became bolder 'Sadly, no Sir'
Her sensibilities railed against her politeness, but she knew that she had his
attention.
'I am at a loss as to why you are keeping me... but, as I say, I will tell
no....'
Bedouin hushed her gently with a look of understanding and concern.
'Of course dear, we must release you at once, return you to your own
people....'
miel's heart leapt at his words, thoughts racing again.
'I shall call the guards and have them unfasten you,...' he smiled benignly.
The Bedouin turned, as if to make a signal.. then stopped, and returned to face
miel again, a puzzled expression on his face.
'Just one thing, my dear.. That I do not understand...'
miel held her breath suddenly
'You say that you have not enjoyed my hospitality, and, of course, if that is
so, you must depart without delay... but, here.....'
The whip came from nowhere..
It landed on the stool, between miel's splayed thighs, Bedouin holding it
firmly in his grasp, his expression changed to one of anger.
The slap of the crop on the seat made miel jump and froze her in position
'HERE!........' He barked loudly
'Is evidence of your enjoyment...' The whip tapped at the dark stained circle
below miel's sex.
miel let out a strangled, sound.
Bedouin's voice became a sneering snarl, his eyes burning with indignation.
He pushed his face towards hers and growled... 'You have spurned my generous
hospitality.. you claim to not enjoy my home...' miel could feel his hot breath
on her cheek.
'Yet. The moment my back is turned, you grind and writhe, drive yourself to
bewildering heights and spend your juices on my furniture for your own
pleasure... is that not SO?!'
miel could not think... could not speak... her fear had risen swiftly at the
sudden turn of events. She scrambled frantically for an excuse.. but could only
stammer..
'Ppplease..'
'Please!?' Bedouin roared 'You PLEASE yourself!'
He pulled himself away from her, regarding her shame..
Bedouin shifted the crop to tap the silver dildo in her sex...
'This is what you please yourself with miel, see.. your lips are puffed and
swollen!' Bedouin tapped miel's labia roughly with the camel crop.
miel caught her breath as the harsh leather slapped and pinched her lips.
Bedouin raged further.. 'You sought to gratify only your own desires did you not
miel? I offer you a singular opportunity and you thought only of using it to
your own ends!'
miel's head span again, she was still too shocked, even for anger..
'I saw you miel, watched you as you thrashed on the phalluses, saw your heaving
as you gushed onto my stool, saw the smile that fell over your face...'
miel burned at the thought of being observed, she felt lost, doomed...
'I had come here to offer you comfort...' Bedouin raised his whip
'... Some refreshment ' He placed the tip of the leather on miel's lower
stomach.
'But YOU...' as he spat out the word he pushed the whip harshly into miel's
abdomen.
'YOU...' he pressed deeply again 'tell me lies...'
miel almost began to cry as the whip pushed into her, the shooting pain went
through her as the pressure on her bladder increased. She thought she might not
be able to control her body and she would leak, like a child.
Bedouin left the crop pushing at her stomach, knowing the discomfort it would
cause. He waited... it came.
'Please..' miel sobbed 'I am sorry, I just wanted to leave here... I am so
frightened..'
Bedouin pressed a little harder
miel gave a yelp and continued ' Oh, please, please don't...... Sir.... I
desperately need a toilet... please' miel let out a genuine sob as more pain
strained her, she knew she was going to lose control.
Bedouin released the pressure slightly..
'You have displeased me, miel... and you will know my wrath.. '
A tear rolled down miel's cheek, her agony and misery overwhelming her, she
could barely hear the Arab's words
'I would let you degrade yourself by leaving you here... but I do not want you
to ruin my fine carpet, you have already stained my chair with your selfishness'
Bedouin paused, looking at her tears..
'I shall teach you the meaning of gratitude, you will be disciplined until you
learn about manners'
With that, Bedouin turned on his heel and left.
miel sobbed unhappily as the smoke from the abandoned hookah curled around her.
crystal smiled, she was ready for the Bedouin.
The guards had arrived, had found her appearing calm, not seeing her agitation
and arousal. She had followed them, as she was used to, and they had fixed her
into position.
It was one of her favourite stances, the guards had stood her between the two
tent poles and cut the pyjamas from her. She had noticed their leering glances
as they fastened her, their impudent fingers as they parted her legs, the
Bedouin would have them flayed alive if he saw them acting so lewdly.
She knew that they would not dare abuse her without Bedouin's permission, as she
waited for her arms to be spread and fastened to the poles she pushed her sex
outwards, so that the guards could see her smooth slit more clearly and the dew
that had lay demurely along her folds. crystal laughed at her own bravado, the
deeply buried urge was rising, she toyed with the idea of tormenting the guards
further, perhaps seduce them before Bedouin came, her fire needed to be
quenched.
The ropes tugged her arms out and upwards and crystal was finally splayed open.
She cocked her head as she waited to see whether any further preparation would
be made, it depended, she knew, on what the Bedouin had instructed.
The guards each took a reel of long thin cord from a chest nearby and approached
crystal. Working quickly they each detached one of the bells from her nipples,
leaving only the hoop, they passed the cord through her rings and deftly tied a
neat knot, anchoring it securely. With a practised movement they tossed the
cord in a smooth arc through the air, it passed over a supporting pole above
their heads and fell, dangling loosely.
Their work done, the guards took one last appreciative glance at crystal's
vulnerable pose and left the chamber.
'Ah, ' thought crystal looking at the rope knowingly, she smiled with delicious
anticipation.
miel blocked her pain as best she could, trying to keep it to a dull thud in her
stomach. It focused her mind greatly and she thought of how badly things had
gone for her. She had been foolish to believe that Bedouin would release her so
easily, she had made a transparent attempt that would not have tricked a child.
Bedouin had set a simple trap and she had not had the presence of mind to see it
clearly. 'Well,' she thought 'I shall be more cunning, more believable, I will
show him!' Again, a smile grew inside her, she would outwit this damned
Bedouin!
The dull ache grew.
Bedouin walked into crystal's chamber and paused before her, with an approving
look.
'She has been nicely tied' he decided and wondered what wickedness she might
have offered the guards as he had been dealing with miel. 'Such a minx, this
one' he said to himself.
crystal stood still for the Bedouin, she liked his eyes on her, relished the
vulnerability she was feeling, was aroused that she was about to be paid some
attention. She wondered what it might be, 'You can never predict what is
coming...' she thought with amusement 'Thank goodness!' crystal tried to hide
her laugh from her tormentor.
Bedouin turned and went to a small table upon which a large casket lay, he
opened it's heavy clasp and took from it the items he needed.
miel raised her head, she sensed that the guards were nearing.
Her body went rigid as they appeared from behind the curtain, without pausing to
look at her they began to unfasten her bonds, leaving the chains attached to her
wrists and ankles but releasing them from the bolts on the floor.
miel sat still as they worked, when the last bolt had been released the guards
grasped her beneath her arms, she was to stand, they would support her.
miel had not realised how stiff and unwilling her legs would be to move, she was
even grateful for the guards' help. She stood slowly, her sex and anus
relinquishing the intruders, her body closed the aching gaps gratefully.
miel stood erect, the aching stiffness was loosening in her limbs, a wave of
relief crashed through her. The guards released her, one of them bending and
reaching behind a drape. He brought forth a large, polished silver bowl and set
it down in the space before the stool.
miel watched with a mixture of horror and happiness as she realised its purpose.
The larger of the guards tapped miel's shoulder and pointed to the bowl, miel
squirmed, embarrassed, desperate. Calculating her options quickly, miel made
her decision and stepped towards the waiting vessel.
She turned her back on the guards, who merely folded their arms and waited
patiently, and squatted over the bowl.
Her dignity maintained as much as she could under the circumstances, miel
released her pain.
She was overcome with an even stronger gush of relief as the ache drained from
her, strange, how she felt little embarrassment, miel hoped the guards weren't
exchanging lewd grins, but, she also realised, that she did not care, her mind
was calming, capable of planning again. She had more important tasks at hand.
She squatted for some moments, letting the last of her ache ebb from her, she
reflected how strange it was that, now that her bladder was empty, she could
feel a dull throb in her bottom. The throbbing perplexed her, it seemed to have
been caused by the steel penis in her anus, and it was, 'Surely not?', as if her
tightest orifice was missing it's presence. That the tingling in her anus was a
yearning for the plug to be replaced. miel dismissed this, as best she could,
putting it down to her wild imagination.
Out of habit, she stood when she had finished, then realised she could have
gained valuable thinking time by remaining in a squat, 'Damn! I must be more
alert! And stop these crazy thoughts that keep coming to me!' miel rebuked
herself, annoyed at her slip.
Seeing her stand, the guards moved forward, avoiding the bowl carefully, and
took miel by her arms, leading her out of the room.
'Now what?' she wondered, and focused her thoughts
crystal too, had been focusing, trying to see what Bedouin had selected from the
casket.
She knew that it was just her natural curiosity and that she would know soon
enough. She was right.
'Just to start you off, my dear' said Bedouin casually, and calmly tied the
weights he had selected to the dangling ropes.
crystal felt a rush of excitement and tried to squeeze her thighs together, the
ropes would not allow this, crystal tried nonetheless.
'Hmmm...' thought Bedouin, and let the cords take the weight of the brass
pendulums.
crystal felt her breasts pulled away from her sharply. She gasped, as she
always did.
The brass weights were not too heavy, and merely tugged at the cord sufficiently
to stretch crystal's small breasts and to pull at the hoops enough to distend
her nipples attractively.
'Thank you, Sir' whispered crystal as she gazed at her own breasts, stretched
and feeling taut, causing needles of sensation in their tips.
'You are such a polite, if slightly mischievous girl, crystal' Bedouin
admonished her, regarding his work.
'There will be more for you soon, I will add another in a few minutes' Bedouin
smiled at her and went to sit on a nearby divan.
'Yes, Sir' crystal hissed through her teeth, barely able to wait so long.
miel was led gently through endless compartments of the tent. 'You could get
lost in here, it is like a maze!' she thought with wonder.
Curtain after curtain was parted, until a large drape was moved aside and a
brightly-lit scene met miel's eyes.
The Bedouin half lay, half sat on an opulent divan puffing at his accursed pipe,
but her eyes were drawn to crystal.
'Oh, crystal!' miel's mind reeled. The poor girl had been tied, spread-eagled
in fact, to tent poles! And what had been done to her breasts?! They were
tied, or something... her mind failed to comprehend, with a gasp she realised
that they were being pulled by ropes, and the ropes had what looked like balls
attached to them'
'Noooooo!' miel cried out, 'Stop this!'
miel was genuinely incensed, her concern for crystal more than for herself.
'Let her go!' she screamed at Bedouin.
Bedouin listened to the screaming miel, waited for her to stop, and watched her
heaving anger.
'Still so much spirit, ' he mused 'Commendable..'
The guards awaited Bedouin's signal, he gave it immediately.
'Tie her!' he snapped
'The same as this one!' he waved an abstract hand towards crystal.
The guards dragged the screaming miel to a set of tent poles opposite crystal.
Her limbs resisted, flailing wildly as the guards forced her into position.
'Interesting' thought crystal
'Very interesting' thought Bedouin
