The tent of the Bedouin
by Bedouin
Part 8
crystal blinked as she watched the guards, they were eager to have her, she knew
that they would take her brutally, they were coarse men, unthinking, capable
only of following simple instructions.
She bit her lip and tried to contend with the flaming heat that flared across
her body, her buttocks burned terribly, as did her stomach, but her breasts!
They were tingling, as if pricked by thousands of needles, crystal knew that she
would try to remember this feeling later.
She threw a glance over to miel, worried for her, crystal was used to this kind
of treatment, yearned for it, sought the Bedouin's approval constantly,
misbehaved deliberately in some subtle fashion when stirred enough to provoke
him, but miel was not. crystal saw the terrified look of horror on miel's face
and hoped that one day miel might understand.
The guards disrobed completely, hastily throwing off their garments and tugging
off their boots. The larger of the guards was already naked, his penis roused
by the sight of the quietly, waiting girl. He clutched his phallus and stroked
it with his hand, leering at her.
His companion finally pulled his boot from his foot and hurled it on top of his
clothing, only half erect he quickly moved behind crystal, intent on his prize.
miel stared in disbelief, 'Surely this is a dream? They won't really touch her,
the Bedouin wouldn't really let them? It must be a game....' She tried to
convince herself that what she was witnessing was not happening.
crystal thought that they might untie her, so that she could stretch her aching
arms, but the smaller guard, she knew, was already preparing to enter her. She
felt his fingers part her buttocks, she flinched at the contact with her burning
flesh and let out the tiniest of sobs. The clumsy guard was trying to penetrate
her, but wickedly, crystal had squeezed her muscles to make it more difficult
for him, her slight rebellion she thought with an inner smile.
The guard almost howled with frustration, his penis throbbed terribly with
anticipation, he wanted to take the girl so badly. He could see the red stripes
across her buttocks and a red weal across the top of her legs, they spurred him
on, and he had parted her quickly, seen her tight entrance and moved his burning
rod to pierce her. But, try as he might he could not push into her, her orifice
refused him, he pressed harder but his penis merely slipped to the side or
awkwardly into the cleft of her buttocks. Beads of frustrated perspiration
broke out on his temple as he jabbed at her anus...
crystal almost laughed aloud as she continued to thwart the guard's efforts,
'Not until I want to!' she thought maliciously. Through hooded eyes she watched
the larger guard, he was standing directly before her, masturbating wildly with
impatience. 'Fool' she thought 'It will be over for you before you get near
me' She almost sighed at his ignorance, and realised that it was likely she
would have to make the most of the idiot lunging at her rear. It suddenly
occurred to her that Bedouin might be watching through some hidden screen,
checking whether his instructions were being carried out, she hoped it was so.
Resigned to the crudity of her assailant and wanting to display herself for the
observer, if he was watching, she relaxed her muscle and waited patiently for
the guard to find his target.
Bedouin was not watching, he had lain on his most comfortable divan and closed
his eyes, contemplating his next lesson idly, the quiet lulled him quickly and
he slipped easily into a half-sleep.
The smaller guard, thinking himself successful by using an especially hard
lunge, gave out a whoop of triumph as his penis entered crystal's tight anus.
He barely heard her slight groan, or noticed how she had shifted her feet
slightly to accommodate him. Blissfully unaware that she used him as she saw
fit, he began to pump his thighs against her.
Seeing the guard's crude rutting, miel shouted out with anger.
'Leave her! Leave her you damned pig!'
She twisted at her bonds, pulling with all her strength at the sturdy tent
poles, they barely moved, securely anchored and kept her in relentless bondage.
Water dripped from miel's sex wildly as she flailed around, she was shouting
loudly, feeling for crystal's predicament.
'Bastard!' she screamed at the small guard 'Stop it, stooop it!'
crystal had nothing but contempt for the fool who rammed into her without
finesse, but she did enjoy the deep, tight feeling that was building inside her.
'No doubt, the damned monkey will spurt all too soon' she thought, she would
have to enjoy it whilst it lasted.
She heard miel's cries, and was pleased by them, she seemed such a sweet girl
and obviously unaware that crystal would not tolerate this if she did not want
to. Still, it was nice to know that miel cared, she thought idly that it would
be nice to sit and gossip or chat with her soon, she would be able to offer her
advice.
Her thoughts were broken as she felt a trickle of moisture run from her sex, she
pressed back to meet the urgent thrusts, again she hoped that Bedouin was
watching, she knew that he would find the scene amusing.
As the grey of half-sleep clouded Bedouin's mind he fancied he could hear
screams, distant echoes. They seemed so far away and so very pleasant, he
smiled in his sleep.
The larger guard grew impatient, watching his companion pound into the girl was
increasing his desire. The damned girl behind him was screeching, irritating
him.
He considered approaching his friend and tossing him aside, he knew he had the
strength, she would be left nicely opened for him, take his aching member
easily, though not too easily he thought with a leer.
'That damned screecher!' he thought as he heard miel begin a fresh barrage of
insults.
miel had indeed not given up her verbal assault, she had called them every kind
of animal that she could think of, but the insults seemed to have no effect.
Even so, she thought, she would not stand idly by, even if she was bound, and
let crystal be abused without protest!
As always, a nagging doubt began,,,
It almost looked as if crystal might be enjoying the guard's evil lunges, miel
looked at crystal's face carefully, at times it seemed resigned but, at other
moment's miel could swear that she saw a fleeting glance of lust in crystal's
eyes.
As a matter of fact, crystal began to close her eyes, concentrating on the
sensations that were sweeping through her, the monkey's thrusts were now as deep
as they could go, he had grasped her hips, using them to pull himself in and out
of her anus. She could feel her own breath becoming shorter and hoped that the
damned guard could keep up his ardour at least until she had climaxed.
'Damned screecher!' thought the larger guard angrily and wheeled on miel, who
fell silent at the sudden movement. She held her breath as the guard sneered at
her.
miel saw him approach, stopping inches from her vulnerable body, with a growl
the guard bent and scooped a handful of ice from the dish.
He savagely pulled the clip from her sex, a gush of water and tiny ice cubes
falling from her gaping slit, he thrust his hand towards it cramming fresh ice
into her. miel tried to scream but was too dumbstruck to do so, she watched,
stupefied as one of his cruel hands held the ice inside her as the other reached
to scoop for more.
She twisted savagely trying to escape from the guard's touch, he clutched her
labia harder, squeezing them coarsely between his fingers, keeping her sealed
and restricting her movement.
Ice slipped from his hand onto the rug as he moved to fill her again...
crystal thought she was going to come, a soft moaning was escaping from her, and
the sensations were about to overwhelm her. In her mind, it was not the guard
who was sodomising her but Bedouin, taking her hard, striking her buttocks with
his crop! The thought obsessed her and tipped her into a spasm. Her legs began
to tremble, her breasts flared as the orgasm swept over her in a juddering wave,
her sex leaked, her mind elsewhere, thinking nothing, feeling everything.
The guard was filling miel, the second handful of the balls were proving
difficult to force inside her, her sex seemed to spit them out as fast as the
guard could press them in.
'Nnnnnnnnn....' miel tried to form her protest but the words would not come.
Angry and even more frustrated the guard gave up, he pinched miel's lips sharply
and clamped them together with the clip. 'I'll teach her!' He thought savagely,
and moved behind her, holding his phallus.
crystal let the delicious waves of the orgasm ripple over her, she was not aware
of the guard who still rutted frantically, she was enjoying her own selfish
pleasure and satisfaction. Her eyes were closed and a smile, as if dreaming of
something beautiful, lit up her face. She barely noticed the guard when his
seed spilled into her, was ignorant of his climax, the river of semen in her
anus, his gasping, too wrapped up in the soporific afterglow of her orgasm.
'He is going to rape me!' thought miel with dread as guard moved behind her.
Her mind scrambled, losing control. 'Oh no, noooooo.....'
The large guard wrenched miel's buttocks apart, he had waited too long, would
take his own pleasure, teach this screaming girl a lesson.
He grasped her buttocks brutally, pausing for a brief moment to savour the
appealing tightness of her anus, saw it tightly closed. He would split her, he
would make her scream louder than ever!
With blind panic, miel tried to escape from the guard's clutches, but she had
nowhere to go, he had grasped both of her buttocks, was squeezing the flesh
viciously to keep her still, she could feel him manoeuvring his penis to enter
her. She almost fainted, he could take her, and she could do nothing to stop
him! Her mind screamed at the thought, finally, with a desperate howl she cried
out.....
'CRYSTAAAAL!'
The loud and wanton plea startled crystal into opening her eyes. She could not
believe what she saw, the pig of a guard was going to rape miel! He was not
allowed to do THAT!
Quickly pulling in the scene she hissed loudly at the guard
'Leave her!...' 'You know it is not permitted'
The guard looked at her with a scowl, ignoring her as he pressed his penis at
miel's entrance.
'The Bedouin will kill you!' she threatened with a growl. 'Leave her be, ....
Now!'
The guard hesitated, his lust aching fiercely, he had to satisfy himself, teach
this girl how it was to defy him, he squeezed her buttocks harder and cursed the
Bedouin under his breath.
He would take her as he saw fit, and damn anyone who tried to stop him!
crystal snapped her head around to the smaller guard.
'He will kill you too, if you don't stop him!' she snapped angrily. Her mind
was thinking quickly, trying desperately to find a solution.
The smaller guard, though dark skinned, seemed to pale, he gathered himself and
ran over to his colleague, babbling urgently in a language that crystal did not
understand.
The rapist heard the smaller man's pleas, and, when he was sufficiently close,
lashed out with his fist, striking him on the side of his head. The man reeled
and recovered rapidly, begging him to stop. But he was close now, the purple
head of his penis was stretching the girl's anal muscle, though he knew she was
fighting him. Once he pierced the rim of her orifice he would charge into her,
like a fine Arabian stallion.
crystal realised that orders and begging were not working, the smaller guard had
begun to weep, desolate as he realised the fate that might await him. She had
no choice.... At the top of her lungs she screamed...
'BEEEDDOOOUUIN!'
His eyes blinked open, what had he heard?
He had been in a deep and comforting sleep, pleasant dreams had billowed through
his mind. What was this rude awakening?
'BEEEEEEDOOOOOUUIIIIN......... HEEEEEEEEEELP!'
He sat up quickly. crystal's voice ringing in his ears, he calculated
rapidly....
'Damn those guards, they will pay for this!' he cursed angrily under his breath
as he rose. Snatching up his whip, Bedouin moved hastily towards the cry.
miel's mind reeled crazily, she squeezed with all of her might to deny the
guard's hammering at her anus but his cruel grip held her firm and she knew it
was only a matter of time before he filled her. She realised she was about to
cry, the hopelessness she felt surging into a well of tears, she tried to hold
them back, usually proud, reluctant to show her emotions, but she simply could
not control them, they spilled down her cheek, tumbling in a lengthening rivulet
of clear despair.
The curtain flew open.
Bedouin surveyed the scene, assessing quickly the evil scenario he beheld. He
stepped forward and slashed his whip viciously across the larger guard's face.
The guard immediately fell away, releasing miel, suddenly cowed by the Bedouin's
ire.
Bedouin kicked the smaller guard aside, whipping him harshly as he scrambled
away. He focused his anger on the large one, the one who had obviously
disobeyed him... nothing made him more angry than someone abusing his tent.
He grabbed the guard's hair and whipped at his naked body with savage strokes,
lifting his arm high to crash down on him, stroke after stroke.
'KALB!' he spat at him... 'KALB! KALB!'
Bedouin beat him with every word, repeating it with harsh tenure. The guard was
wailing uncontrollably, unable to escape the Bedouin's blows, he raised his
hands to shield himself but the whip would hit his flesh elsewhere, every time
he anticipated the blow it changed, cutting him where he did not expect.
crystal breathed a sigh of genuine relief when Bedouin appeared. She watched in
awe as he beat the guard, seething with anger, cursing, she did not know the
word but had heard him use it before, when very angry at his servants, they
always cringed.
crystal looked sympathetically at miel, the poor girl! She had almost been
brutalised by that pig of a guard, she saw the guard now, moaning as Bedouin
stopped beating him, his body bloodied by the merciless blows.
'He deserves it' she thought with ire 'And he will pay with more than just a
beating'
She comforted herself with the idea, she knew that Bedouin was cruel, could be
sadistic, but, if you knew his rules, were always treated with respect and
fairly.
miel watched with fear as Bedouin beat the man, her sense of relief only just
coming to her. Oh, how she hated that guard! She felt no pity for him as he
pleaded with Bedouin to stop, would have beat him herself if she could! Her
tears had stopped, she too was now angry, vengeful even.
She was not sure whether to be angry with Bedouin for putting her in the
predicament or be grateful for saving her, her mind could not concentrate, too
much was happening, she would have to wait, decide later.
Satisfied that the offender was beaten sufficiently to deter escaping, Bedouin
turned to the smaller guard...
'YOU!' Bedouin raised his camel whip
The guard fell to his knees, trying to grab the hem of the Bedouin's robe,
weeping with fear.
'Sir!' piped up crystal, 'He tried to stop it, tried to help, Sir!'
Bedouin paused, his hand still in the air.
He brought it crashing down on the guard's back and barked out his order.
'Bring the Mulaazim Awil!'
The guard howled at the stroke, but scurried quickly to do the Bedouin's
bidding, eager to extricate himself from further punishment.
Bedouin paused to inspect miel, wondered if she had been entered, if she had, he
would have the guard killed, but not before he had suffered.
He moved to face her.
'miel, tell me, did he harm you, in any way?' He asked her softly
miel, struggling to hold back further tears, shook her head.
'Hmmmm....' He mused, glancing at her sex and the puddle of water and ice at
her feet.
'But he filled you? With more of this ice?'
miel nodded, closing her eyes to squeeze away the tears and the memory.
'He should not have done that...........' Bedouin said to himself and stepped
towards crystal.
crystal's heart leapt as he neared, it was never possible to predict Bedouin,
she decided to tread carefully.
She stood quietly, obediently, as he walked around her, inspecting her. She
remained motionless as he parted her buttocks with his whip, and, she knew, saw
the semen leaking from her bottom.
'Hmmmm...' he murmured to himself and caught a large gobbet of the guard's
semen on the end of his crop.
He brought it close to her face, 'I see that at least one of them did as he was
told?' he asked her, peering into her eyes.
'Yes.... Sir' crystal gulped, her throat becoming thick.
Bedouin sighed, smearing the cooling semen on her cheek. 'You were correct to
call me, you have done well'
crystal immediately began to blurt out a thank you but Bedouin stopped her,
touching her mouth with the now damp whip.
'No, no... by doing so, you not only saved miel here, from a wicked fate, which
I reserve for myself, but also the lives of those two snivelling guards'
crystal relaxed slightly at hearing his words, knew she might not be punished
now.
Bedouin reached to his belt and drew a curved dagger from its sheath, he
steadily cut at the knots that bound her, her wrists first, her ankles following
shortly after.
crystal gratefully but briefly stretched her limbs, not realising how stiff they
had been, she stood quietly, arms at her side before Bedouin.
'Bedouin!?'
The call came as the curtain opened and a large turbaned Moor entered the
chamber.
Behind him, trying to hide in the Moor's flowing robes, the smaller guard
cringed.
'Ah, Mulaazim Awl' greeted Bedouin, turning to smile at his friend.
'I have need of your services'
'Certainly, Habibi, how may I help?' The Moor approached Bedouin, clasping his
arm with a reassuring touch.
'A sorry scene has taken place... this... this... KALB..!' Bedouin gestured to
the quivering guard '... has seen fit to abuse his station, and almost harmed
one of my girls!'
The Mulaazim Awl cast a disparaging glance at the unfortunate guard and spat at
him.
'Would you be so good, Sadiqi, as to deal with him...?'
The Moor smiled, 'It would be my absolute pleasure, Bedouin, as you know'
Bedouin laughed, and gave the Mulaazim a friendly pat on his shoulder.
'I protect my girls at all costs of course, ....' Bedouin began 'no-one touches
them without my permission'
The Moor nodded wisely, looking first at crystal then turning to appraise the
still bound miel.
'Ah, a new one?' he asked with interest
'Indeed..' replied Bedouin ' A stubborn one... '
Now it was the Moor's turn to laugh 'But that is just how you like them!' His
laugh became a roar and Bedouin began to laugh with him, ignoring miel's
discomfort. Even crystal managed a slight smile.
The Mulaazim stepped closer to look at miel, she blushed under his gaze but said
nothing as his eyes flickered over her body and face.
'See, how she is nervous? So stubborn and proud, Habibi!' Bedouin pointed out
with another laugh.
The two friends laughed together and miel squirmed, tempted to spit curses at
them, but pulled back.
'Look at her squirming, ...' Bedouin said to the Moor, then to miel he said 'You
have nothing to fear from my friend the Mulaazim, dear, his preferences
lie....... elsewhere!'
More laughing ensued, and crystal felt bold enough to let out a giggle, miel
could not see anything funny at all, in fact, her anger began to rise.
'And that!...' stressed Bedouin 'Is why I have called my old friend here, to
deal with your assailant'
The Moor nodded and mumbled something about it being his pleasure again.
Bedouin led him to the still groaning man, 'This is him...'
Mulaazim Awl immediately kicked the guard sharply, bringing forth louder moans.
'Would you like me to do anything.... particular with him?' he asked, raising an
eyebrow.
'Yes, I would... we shall let the punishment fit the crime...' mused Bedouin.
'First, of course, you may bugger him as often as you like, or give him to
whoever or whatever you wish... but... when you have done with him, completed
your amusement, ... have him castrated and sent back to me.'
miel gasped at Bedouin's cruelty
'Certainly, Bedouin, it will be my great honour to teach this Kalb a lesson'
The Moor reached for the guard's hair and pulled him, staggering, to his feet.
'Thank you my friend, you are always welcome in my tent' Bedouin said, a signal
dismissing the Mulaazim. The Moor gave a short bow, then, heaving the guard
along by the hair, ignoring his howls, he left the chamber with no more
ceremony.
Bedouin rubbed his hands together having accomplished a task.
'Now, we all need to rest...' he spoke to himself, miel and crystal.
'crystal, cut miel down, give her access to refreshment and her toilet, see if
you can dry some of those tear of hers!'
'Yes, Sir!' skipped happily towards miel, anxious to please Bedouin and looking
forward to a talk with miel.
'Later, you and I shall play some dice or cards, miel can......... watch' he
said with humour in his words.
crystal almost blushed and a wide grin broke 'Oh yes! Oh, good, Sir!' She worked
busily at miel's knots, rubbing miel's limbs as she managed to free them.
'Excellent! I shall return later, you interrupted my rest, ....'
With that, Bedouin walked from the chamber, back to his most comfortable divan.
'Thhhhank you' miel managed to utter as crystal unfastened her arms. She
suddenly felt tired, as if she could sleep for a week.
'Excuse me....' Said crystal apologetically 'But....'
She reached for the clip that held the ice inside miel, she pressed to open it
and the mostly melted balls, together with a torrent of water gushed onto the
carpet.
miel moaned at her indignity but was glad to be free of the clamp, she seemed to
ache everywhere.
crystal worked on the last of the knots and gently massaged miel's thighs,
knowing how sore she must be, she had experienced it many times.
Finally free, crystal led miel carefully to a pile of cushions
miel flopped gratefully onto the soft satin, grateful for the comfort.
'Oh, crystal.... I must escape... I have to get out of here'
'Hush now, miel, you will be alright... I will take care of you, you can't
escape, Bedouin has too many guards...... and, besides, you might grow to like
it here?'
crystal gazed hopefully at miel and stroked her hair gently.
miel shook her head 'No... no.....'
crystal's lip quivered 'Oh, I.. I hoped we would become friends?'
miel's eyes closed, sleep drawing her. 'Yesss... friends...' she managed to
mumble as her tiredness overcame her.
miel fell into sleep, she would escape she thought, she would! But first, first
she needed to rest.
crystal held miel's head as she drifted away, she looked with interest at miel's
face, it seemed both troubled and peaceful at the same time. 'Poor girl, such a
mixture of emotions!' she thought..
crystal began to very softly sing a song she remembered from her childhood, a
lullaby... it had given her peace.
