The tent of the Bedouin
by Bedouin
Part 2
miel tried to slow her breathing.
Her rage had grown as she had been dragged from the cushioned chambers, she had
screamed with defiance at the two heavily built guards. It had been useless,
the guards remained stony faced and as unhearing as the desert itself. Of
course, miel had twisted and protested, she had tried desperately to loose
herself from the vice of their grip. She had turned her head to shout over her
shoulder at the Arab and had seen crystal following serenely, crystal had merely
fixed her with a steady gaze and, miel thought, had almost smiled at her in a
sympathetic way. miel noted this, kept the thought for later use.
But now miel realised she was in trouble. Her ebony custodians had
unceremoniously thrown her onto an enormous table made of hard, unyielding wood,
her manacles had been adjusted, the chains separated and affixed to corners of
the table, miel could not see where. The chains had been pulled tight, leaving
no slack, her arms and ankles heaved wide apart. miel had continued to hiss and
spit at the silent guards as they fastened her, but now had fallen silent as
they withdrew. She was increasingly aware of her nakedness and her open
vulnerability.
It was only natural that miel would pull at her shackles, try to pull their
fastenings from the wood, slip her wrists through the iron bands, and, of
course, she did, for almost an hour.
It was hard work wrestling with her bonds and they gave no sign of giving, every
few minutes miel would rest and look around her. Just as the chamber before had
been lit by low burning oil lamps, this place too offered little clue of what
lay past the nearby shadows. Her eyes growing accustomed to the light, she saw
a rack some feet away, a tall rack used for storage. Squinting she could see
shelves filled with ornate boxes and, all along the top and sides of the rack,
curved hooks on which hung ... on which hung, she couldn't see clearly. The
objects were mostly dark, many seemed long, miel was even curious. They looked
like.... whips? Whips!! With a flurry she began to pull again at her chains.
After miel had finished struggling and was resting to relieve the ache in her
shoulders and thighs, the sound of bells approached and crystal appeared at the
foot of the table.
'miel, please don't hurt yourself, it does no good to try to break the bonds'
she said softly.
'But....' miel began to protest.
'And... if you continue to scream, I am to put a gag in your mouth' crystal
interrupted.
'Please, ..' replied miel, trying to keep calm '... let me go, I don't want to
be here, he has no right..'
'Shhhhhhhhhh..... ' said crystal gently, bringing a finger to her lips ' I know
how you feel, I have been where you are now, please believe me when I say that
it will go easier for you if you submit to his will, or... or, he will hurt you'
'Hurt me? Why?' answered miel, trying to control her voice
crystal thought for a moment, tilting her head to the side.
'Because, he enjoys forcing his will upon us and believes, deep inside himself,
that it is what we want also'
crystal smiled at miel so innocently, that miel became confused.
'That's ridiculous, I do not want that sort of ... of, of...' miel's words
trailed away, stunned by crystal's assertions.
crystal moved to miel's side, looking over her body.... still smiling..
'Ah... but, dear miel, you must want it, even if you do not admit it to
yourself, it is the way I thought also, but Bedouin was right, he showed me
myself. He will do this to you, too..'
'Never!' thought miel, 'I shall escape this damned place!'
crystal thought how attractive miel looked on the table, she almost envied miel
her journey. crystal smiled inwardly as she remembered how she had wept and
fought against the Arab, the many punishments that he had administered, the
indignities she had been forced to suffer. She sighed, almost wistfully, at the
recollection. With a start she straightened as she heard the familiar footsteps
of Bedouin's approach.
miel, despite herself, found herself holding her breath as the footsteps neared,
she was painfully aware that she was not only naked but parted also, her most
intimate areas exposed, and now, she thought, the Arab would be able to see her
with his lecherous eyes and leering grin, her skin began to redden with
embarrassment and anger.
'crystal!' The Bedouin snapped as he stopped at the table, 'bring some water,
soap and razor... '
'Yes, sir' answered crystal smartly, and quickly turned to disappear into the
shadows.
'Now.........' drawled the Arab in a low voice '.. it is time to begin your
discipline, miel '
miel's eyes aimed hate at Bedouin, she had decided that she would not speak but
instead would watch and assess, seek any opportunity or clue on how to escape.
'Have you seen one of these, before, miel?'
From his side he brought what looked like a thick riding crop, it tapered away
from the handle to a point with a soft leather pad attached.
miel eyed the whip, trying not to show her fear.
'It is a camel whip, dear. I use it to beat my beasts.... And, I shall use it
to beat you' said Bedouin softly.
For some reason, the cruel words seemed harsher to miel than if they had been
screamed in her ear.
'At the moment, you are less than a beast to me, at least my animals are
disciplined, they perform well, and, of course, you are not and you do not
perform at all.... This will change'
'He can't do this to me!' thought miel with alarm
'If beating is not persuasive enough, and, I hope it is not, then, I have other
means at my disposal to compel you'
He continued, ' No doubt, your mind is full of escape..' a smile formed '..Well,
you really must try, I shall be disappointed if you do not, but for each attempt
that you make, you will be disciplined harder than before, bear that in mind as
you plot and scheme.'
Bells neared.... The clever crystal had prepared the equipment earlier, wise to
Bedouin's ways.
crystal placed a bowl and towel on the table between miel's parted knees, she
lay a brush, a stick of soap and a razor neatly on the towel, stepped back and
knelt at Bedouin's side.
'Your first lesson in humility, miel' began Bedouin, 'you will feel more
vulnerable to me if you are not able to hide the crease between your thighs from
my gaze, it is my desire to see the folds that cover your entrance and will make
my task more simple during later discipline.'
'I suspect that you usually become embarrassed at such overt displays, that you
like to cover yourself, well... know this, I shall look upon you often, shall
spend many moments observing your revealed secrets, will enjoy your discomfort
and shall use it.'
miel was about to speak, to retaliate at Bedouin's outrageous claim. The crop
came quickly.
miel flinched as she anticipated the blow, closed her eyes and stiffened her
muscles instantly. The blow did not land and she eventually opened her eyes
slowly... the crop came to rest on her lips, the leather pad pressed firmly
across them.
'Do not interrupt when I am speaking to you miel, you must ask permission'
crystal cast miel a glance, her look told miel that it would be wise to listen.
miel remained silent, her thoughts colliding rapidly.
Satisfied, Bedouin lowered the crop and continued..
'Soap her crystal, we have much to do..'
The dutiful crystal immediately took up the shaving brush and, wetting it,
worked to make a lather with the soap. Tentatively, crystal worked the brush
into the soft hair between miel's legs, as the soap began to foam within miel's
forest she brushed more firmly, knowing that it would make the shaving smoother.
She used her hand to part miel's flesh as she reached the lower part of miel's
sex, and, in firm circles, worked more lather around her tightest entrance.
Her task complete, crystal stood back from the table and looked at Bedouin...
'Are you ready, sir? She asked him
'Hmmm..., no crystal, I shall have a few moments with my pipe, you will shave
miel, I shall observe'
With that, Bedouin sat behind miel's head, she could not see it but the Arab had
mounted a high seat with thick cushions at the top of the table. He sat with
one leg folded under the other and reached to a side table for his pipe. The
hookah bubbled silently, and taking the pipe in his mouth he drew heavily on it,
filling his lungs with aromatic smoke and blew it out, with satisfaction, over
miel's face.
Wasting no time, crystal carefully began to remove miel's pubic hair, she
started with miel's triangle, quickly taking it away, then slowed for the more
delicate task of paring the wisps from miel's labia.
Bedouin blew more smoke, contentedly over miel's body.
miel was beside herself, she thought she was back in her dream, this could not
be happening to her! But, she could feel the warm soap, could feel the razor
scraping over her unprotected mound, could smell the smoke that drifted in lazy
tendrils over her body. She gritted her teeth at the unfamiliar touch of a
woman, the indignity of her position... she vowed to herself that she would try
to escape at the first opportunity.
Again, crystal had parted miel's flesh to smooth the light down around miel's
bottom, satisfied that she had completed the first shave, she quickly soaped
miel's sex again.
To help her see closely, crystal took a lamp and placed it at miel's openness,
crystal shaved again, removing the hairs that had eluded her first effort,
stretching miel's labia to take the growth nestled in her folds. The razor
passed smoothly over the fresh skin ....
crystal had worked diligently and calmly, when she had finished she wiped the
razor and removed the bowl and other equipment.
'Finished Sir, she is ready.' crystal stated, and waited at miel's side.
Bedouin grunted and continued to suck on his pipe for a few moments. miel
could feel cool air caressing the newly naked flesh between her legs, it felt
strange, but somehow, not unpleasant. 'But, what will he do now!?' She thought
suddenly.
Bedouin put down his pipe, almost with reluctance and raised himself from the
chair.
'You see, miel, how gentle I am with you, was that not most pleasant?'
Bedouin walked to the foot of the table and looked at miel's pink slit, it
seemed to pout at him, to beckon...... 'What secrets I shall find inside her
when I begin!' He thought to himself.
'Bring the stool, crystal' Bedouin spoke over his shoulder towards the darkness.
'Now, my dear, you will have your first taste of discipline.........' The
Bedouin leaned towards her face, letting the cruel whip rest against her naked
sex.
crystal returned carrying a small but sturdy stool. She placed it carefully in
a clear space near the table.
Bedouin stood and made a short signal with his whip, from shadows the guards
appeared and began to unfasten the chains attached to the table.
miel noticed them glancing at her nakedness, particularly her newly exposed
flesh, she almost protested to Bedouin, but he was not even watching.
The guards forced miel to stand, and held her firmly and steadily by the side of
the table.
'Look, miel.....' said the Arab, and pointed with his whip to the stool.
miel's eyes moved to the stool, it has seemed quite ordinary as crystal had
carried it in but her eyes widened as she saw it's wicked construction.
crystal was bolting it carefully to the floor as miel began to fully realise
what was to happen to her.
The stool was indeed, ordinary enough, made of sturdy design, all that made it
unusual were the two protrusions on the seat. There, securely fixed, were
phalluses. miel did not know it, but they had been made from unrelenting steel,
specially fashioned and highly polished. One penis was larger than the other,
and miel was in no doubt why, her knees began to buckle.
'Noooooo.....' she moaned and tried to back away from the stool. The guards
tightened their hold.
'Oh, do not cry my sweet, innocent miel....' Began Bedouin '.... This is merely
the start of your training.... '
Bedouin let miel see his paternal smile.
'Ah, I see you are in some distress, poor girl, do not worry... you will soon
become used to your impalement'
crystal stood, satisfied with the stool's security, and said 'May I whisper to
you, sir?'
The Arab smiled at her benignly and nodded, inclining his head to meet crystal's
words.
miel saw him listening intently then wave crystal away.
Bedouin sighed, and said in a weary voice...
'I am getting too generous in my later years, heeding the entreaties of my
submissives.....'
'...... very well, crystal, you may lubricate the apparatus'
With a serene face, crystal looked at miel, then, taking a flask from her pyjama
belt, undid the stopper and poured a glistening oil into her hand. She knelt
and smeared the oil over the phalluses, as if working it into their fleshly
equivalents.
miel's heart was racing, she was about to subjected to ... to, she knew not
what, but she had made a friend, perhaps a real ally who would spare her further
ordeals.
'Enough!' said Bedouin with authority and gestured to the guards.
Stepping away from the stool, crystal knelt at the Arab's side.
The guards pulled miel brutally towards the stool, her chains dragging at her
feet and wrists. At the stool, each guard pulled at one of miel's ankles,
parting her harshly and positioning her over the seat.
'Sit her DOWN!' Bedouin snapped and gave a dramatic flourish of his whip.
'Nooooooooooooooooooooo............!' miel cried out as one of the guards
parted her labia roughly, using thick fingers to spread her lips. His
accomplice pressed miel down towards the phalluses.
'You are fortunate, miel' said Bedouin as he watched her impassively '.. that
crystal here, has interceded on your part, she was not so fortunate herself.'
The sly guard pushed his black thumb into miel's vagina, opening her for the
larger phallus. He gave a brief nod to signal the other guard, who forced miel
down until the smooth head was poised at her entrance.
miel felt the cold steel touch her burning flesh but try as she might could not
break the grip of her custodians. She felt the thick tip of the penis enter
her, stretching her, numbing her, she was moaning, babbling... incoherent.
On penetrating miel, the guard reached to her buttocks and, keeping her steady
parted them to expose her anus. The smaller of the phalluses was still about an
inch from her, the guard slid his thumb along it, collecting oil, and pushed it
into her orifice, probing her, readying her for the steel cock.
miel screamed, it was a loud scream.. One that sounded her fear and her protest,
one that made Bedouin smile.
The guard pressed down on miel, his friend guided her onto the anal phallus, the
tip entered her slightly, the larger phallus slid deeper.
Now that the guiding had been done, the guards grasped miel around the thighs
and supported her over her invaders. Had they dropped her, miel would fall
unsupported and the phalluses would enter her up to the hilt.
They paused, waiting for a signal....
Bedouin, who for the most part had been ignoring miel's anguish and relishing
more of his pipe, now turned to survey the scene.
He saw her held firmly, the steel points of the phalluses beginning to open
her... he raised his crop and made a lowering motion towards the guards.
The signal received, they worked in unison, lowering miel an inch onto the steel
prongs.
Bedouin motioned to pause with his whip, whether to spare miel or to listen to
her cries was uncertain.. a few moments passed and he signalled lowering again.
miel was in agony, the unrelenting intrusion of the steel penises stretched her
horribly, her sobs came in gasps as each millimetre entered her.
crystal remained kneeling, and no-one saw her soft, envious sigh.
Seemingly bored, Bedouin motioned for miel to be lowered completely, until the
phalluses filled her vagina and anus and she had only the stool to support her.
The guards worked quickly to fix her into place, fastening the chains and
drawing them tight through boltholes in the floor, fastening them with
convincing padlocks.
miel wanted to weep, she felt humiliated, invaded and miserable, her dignity
gone, even her anger had subsided into a painful torment. She could feel the
large phallus deep inside her, almost pinning her to the stool but the short
steel rod in her anus burned, it burned with hellish fire, so hot it almost
stopped her breathing. Her only thought, buried deep within the layers of pain
was to not let this damned Bedouin see her pain, not let him know how much she
ached and hurt, that some day she would escape.
Bedouin saw that miel was securely fastened on her seat, could see the dully
glistening steel parting her lips and wished, idly, that he could see her anus
from where he was standing.
'miel..' he spoke, so softly, almost kindly '..Feel this pain, and know that it
not one tenth of what you will know if you do not serve me.'
He approached and stood a few inches in front of the quivering girl...
'A mere beginning...' he went on 'I will return when I have eaten and slept and
I will beat you myself as you sit there, my prisoner, my captive. Know that I
shall look forward to your screams!'
With drama, Bedouin turned and walked away into the shadows, crystal at his
side.
Turning his head, he said to her...
'Of course, you know dear crystal, that you should have not asked for the
favour, miel is still learning....'
crystal lowered her head and mumbled 'Yes, sir'
'Go and bring a cane to the 'room of sighs', wait there and bare your
breasts...... we shall make a tune with those bells of yours'.
crystal turned and almost skipped towards her duties
In the place of discipline, all that remained were the low sobs of poor miel and
the snickering of the guards.
