The tent of the Bedouin
by Bedouin
Part 3
miel drifted into a sleep, despite her fear and loathing grey curtains of peace
fell over her eyes. A long sigh of welcome relief rushed from her lips and her
head dropped forwards, her chin falling to her chest as she spiralled into
slumber.
Time had been confusing for miel, a moment was as long as an hour, an hour as
brief as a minute, she could not comprehend how time passed whilst sitting on
her stool.
Oh, how she had raged!
As the Bedouin and crystal had left her, oblivious to her suffering, she
screamed after them, shouting words of vitriol and indignation. The phalluses
were hurting her, pinning her to the chair, the unwilling muscles of her anus
rebelled at the enforced intrusion, they throbbed and burned.
At first, miel had sat as still as possible, trying to reduce the pain of the
two rods inside her. Then, foolishly, she had tried to twist away from her
intruders and pains had shot through her insides causing her to gasp aloud.
Her breathing slowed, her sobbing subsided, miel relaxed as well as she could,
trying to force herself to calm enough to relax her anus. Many moments passed
as she quelled her mind and her bottom accepted the penis, the harsh burning
became a dull ache, blinking her eyes, miel realised that she had the pain under
control. Now, she could think more clearly, begin her plotting.
In the room of sighs, a tune was played.
It must have been a beautiful melody for tears rolled down the cheeks of those
that heard it.
miel began to think of her situation, and of escape. Her options were limited,
she had only crystal as a possible ally, her and perhaps, the guards. Her mind
reeled as she thought of bribing her sentries, she had nothing to offer except
herself.
She wondered why her sex had become lubricated enough to accept the large
phallus, it stretched her labia and pressed against her inner walls but it sat,
almost comfortably, within her. She worried too, that, after effort, her bottom
did not protest so strongly and had accepted the steel. miel's heart leaped as
she realised that what she thought was not possible had been achieved, almost
easily. She almost let out a cry, as she thought, that one day, perhaps she
might like to try this again! She banished the thought, expelling it in fear of
her own emotions...
Tiredness overcame her limbs and mind, miel succumbed to sleep's welcoming arms.
For once, miel did not dream, her sleep was black, so deep as to contain
nothing.
She had the feeling that someone was standing before her, her mind reached for
an explanation and her eyes opened as she remembered where she was.
'Hush, miel...' crystal's soft voice urged 'Please, don't cry out'
miel raised her head and saw the Bedouin's servant begin to kneel in front of
her. crystal still wore the sheer, blue pyjamas though only the bottom part of
them, leaving her breasts exposed. miel looked at the tiny, silver bells
hanging from the silver hoops, the rings were also silver and passed cleanly
through crystal's nipples.
Even in the darkened light miel could see the red stripes across crystal's
breasts, could almost feel the heat they gave. She counted eight lines, four on
each breast, neatly spaced above and below her nipples, she looked up to
crystal's eyes and was surprised to see her smiling.
'I know what you are thinking, miel.... But do not worry about me...'
'These.... marks...' she said sweetly, bringing a finger to almost touch the
welts '... will heal soon, and.... I, ... I wanted them.'
'Wanted them?!' miel hissed
'Well, yes..' crystal continued '... in fact, I deliberately irritated Bedouin,
so that he would ... deal with me'
'You can influence him?' miel asked quickly, her thoughts racing.
crystal paused for a moment, thinking... 'Yes, I suppose I can, up to a point'
'Please.....' pleaded miel, 'Help me.... I must get out of here'
'Oh, no... I'm sorry miel, I couldn't do that, oh....' crystal trailed away
briefly then whispered to herself ...
'Imagine the punishments.....!' A strange smile crossed her face.
'If you could just unfasten me, I could....' Spoke miel urgently
crystal hushed her...
'No, sweet miel... believe me, it is better that you do as he asks... it will go
better for you' 'Now, I shall bring you some food and refreshment soon....'
'But, crystal, I cannot stay here....' miel's voice almost broke...
'Oh, I'm afraid you must, miel, you are to stay... we will become good friends'
smiling kindly, crystal stroked the tear stained face of the captive.
'But... I hurt, and I need to pee.... ' sobbed miel.
It was true, miel ached urgently, needing to relieve herself.
'I will see what I can do, miel' assured crystal 'I'll tell Bedouin... I
promise'
She began to rise... and miel's eyes followed her..
crystal leaned towards the bound prisoner and kissed her brow, ..
'I'm sorry, miel.... But, ... I have to do this.... '
The prisoner looked into crystal's eyes, quizzically.
The tiny bells sounded as crystal moved behind miel and bent to reach below the
stool.
Her fingers moved the switch...
The shock almost made miel faint.....
The phalluses sprung to life inside her, a violent vibration shaking her flesh.
'Ooooooooohhhhhhh.......... Nooooooooooooooooo...... , Pleaaaasse...'
crystal smiled at miel apologetically, then whispered in her ear..
'It will not be for too long, miel... you will become accustomed to it..'
miel could not reply, the powerful sensations coursing through her anus and
vagina struck her speechless.
With tinkling bells, crystal walked from the chamber.. leaving the sobbing
prisoner.
miel threw back her head, her muscles straining to withstand the relentless
buzzing inside.
The steel rods shook with angry power, pounding at miel's walls.
miel thought that her mind would explode....
Lying on a quilted divan, Bedouin drew on his hookah... he cast another idle
glance through the looking glass. She was still writhing..... she would relax
soon, would have to ...
Blood surged to his loins as he considered his next step
Bells approached ....
'Ahhhhhh....' He smiled, as he blew smoke through his teeth.
