The tent of the Bedouin
by Bedouin
Part 4
miel was losing her senses, her emotions collided violently within her, she was
not sure of anything for certain, she knew she was being kept against her will,
was being abused and tormented by a sadistic captor, her body even now was
pounded by his foul instruments, and so...
so... why didn't she feel defeated or overcome with fear or self-pity? She knew
she should be, but her anger remained, her will sustained her and something
else...
When crystal had pressed the hidden button beneath her seat, the phalluses had
sprung to life, her torment suddenly heightened. The steel rods had sent sharp
sensations shooting through her body, pistols of energy firing away mercilessly.
miel had protested, protested loudly, her nerves jangled, she thought that her
anus would explode, that she would collapse or faint away.
But she hadn't...
The pain had shifted, ebbing away as miel became accustomed to her torment.
She found that, if she stayed completely still and did not clench against or
fight the invading steel, the vibration came under control, she could manage and
minimise the intrusion. She almost smiled to herself as she managed this small
victory. What she had not realised was that despite her new calm, despite her
settling her mind, she was being betrayed....
Her sex began to leak! miel realised with horror that liquid was seeping from
her, coating the large phallus..! Perhaps it was her body's natural defence
mechanism, it was helping her, lubricating to reduce the friction? She frowned,
confused, then, with a gasp, she understood. Her victory had thrilled her, by
overcoming the sensations forced upon her, her mind had sent a treacherous
message to her vagina... miel groaned.
Muscles in her legs were in danger of cramping, miel moved carefully on the
chair. As she shifted very slightly, the buzzing penises sent vibrations to
different nerve endings... miel had expected this but let out a short yelp of
surprise nonetheless. Her face reddened as a thought struck her, moving
relieved her aching muscles but... she bit her lip as she realised... the new
sensations had sent an almost pleasant shiver down her spine. miel almost
denied the idea, wanted to dismiss it as ridiculous then closed her eyes, ...
and moved again.
Her breath shortened, her stomach began to contract.... 'What am I doing?!' she
asked herself, as her mind began to spin.
miel slowly squeezed her sex around the large steel cock, more of those shivers!
She clenched her buttocks slightly, trying to lift herself a half inch from the
seat, oh! The jolt was electrifying! Her pulse raced, she argued again with
herself, she should be thinking of escape not experimenting!! But her body
persisted.. squeezing and caressing the metal dildoes inside her, more liquid
fell from her staining the dark wood of the chair.
Hissing breath escaped from miel's mouth as she squirmed, she knew she should
not be responding to her torment, but... the feelings, so strong! The pain was
folding into pleasure and washing over her, an unstoppable tide. Her need to
urinate was overpowering, the ache exaggerated the sudden pleasure she was
feeling... miel knew that she might come soon.
miel rocked on the phalluses, she discovered that the heads of the two dildoes
were only a centimetre or two apart, separated only by her inner wall. A wild
notion ran through her, if she could make the heads meet, have them 'kiss'
inside her, she would win, will have shown that Arab a thing or two! A part of
her knew that this was impossible, that the penises would not, could not bend,
her notion did not make sense.. but then, nothing made sense any more. She
pressed and squeezed, urging the tips together with sobs and moans of effort.
Bedouin narrowed his eyes, through the spyglass he could observe miel closely.
He had smiled to himself as she had writhed angrily on the chair, heard her
cries as crystal left her to her fate. But, she was not angry now, this
writhing took another form, he could see by her movement she was no longer
fighting the thrusts of the chair, she was using them!
He thought, with amusement, that had miel known she was being watched it was
unlikely that she would have allowed the pain or pleasure to show, would have
sat indignantly and defiantly, staring with hate and venom at him. He laughed
softly...
Bedouin knew that miel would come soon, and toyed with his options, watch her
orgasm and confront her with the soaked stool, or interrupt and accuse her
sternly. He considered carefully...
The heat inside miel grew, she knew that her actions were tinged with madness,
but the urgent need of her body blocked her reasoning. She pulled large drafts
of air into her lungs as she squirmed on the chair, her orgasm started from deep
within.
A tremor began, rolling through her flesh, it started high in her sex, a nucleus
of sensual energy, spreading out in all directions, so sweetly painful that it
began to overwhelm her. Wave after wave of undulating spasms washed over her,
her throat growled with animal noise, her head rolled from side to side, sweat
poured from her brow.
miel's mind was elsewhere, she could not think at all as her body shook with her
orgasm, she could not control any of her senses, they were adrift on a squalling
sea.
Bedouin frowned, annoyed with himself. He had spent too long debating on his
actions and now his choices were limited. He had not reckoned with miel's
determination but, he reflected, had been transfixed by her strength, watching
with fascination as she rode the steel rods to her climax. He thought for a
moment longer....
The waves lapped only gently at miel's body now, the grey fog of confusion began
to lift from her mind. The dildoes continued to buzz inside her but were almost
unnoticed, she had used them for her own gain, she knew that, she was pleased
and ashamed. As the final ripples of the orgasm subsided miel began to think
clearly again.
The overpowering sensations she had experienced troubled her, she had not ever
anticipated that she could derive such personal pleasure in this manner. What
else could she endure? Would she grow to like this extreme behaviour, surely
not? She gnawed on her lip with worry.
'Better to think of escape..' she decided.
Her stomach began to hurt, the need to pee pressed more urgently, miel wondered
how she would relieve herself, should she call out for crystal? She would have
to....
crystal had been kneeling quietly, close to Bedouin, watching him observe miel,
she had been clever enough to position herself so that she too could watch
through the glass. With Bedouin's back to her, he had not been able to see as
she discreetly touched her sex, miel's writhing had brought back memories,
arousing her. She probed the folds of material between her legs seeking out her
clitoris, she stroked her index finger over it, stirring it, rousing it, making
it grow until she could squeeze and pull it with two fingers. crystal moved
carefully so as not to alert Bedouin, the bells rang easily, especially when not
covered by material, she tried to breathe easily though her excitement mounted
and she knew her moisture was soiling the cloth covering her sex.
Bedouin sensed that crystal was too quiet, he knew that it was not her usual
way. Slyly, he raised the lid of a casket that lay in front of him. The casket
held sweets and sherbets but it was the mirrored lid that he had need of.
Hidden from crystal's view, he moved the casket's lid until he could glance at
part of her reflection, the furtive movement in her lap confirmed what he had
suspected. Bedouin almost laughed out loud...
Bedouin waited... watched...
crystal's nostrils flared as she tried to control her breathing, her knees had
already almost betrayed her when they twitched as a jet of her liquid had
spilled over her wrist...
'crystal!' Bedouin snapped in a louder than normal voice.
crystal froze, pulling her hand away from her sex, fighting for breath
'.....Sssir?' She managed to splutter
'If you come without my permission, you will replace miel on the chair!'
crystal gasped in disbelief, 'He could not have seen!' she thought wildly
'How....?'
'Cccome, Sir?' she stammered, trying to compose herself 'What do you mean?'
Bedouin turned to face her, 'crystal dear, you have been touching yourself in a
rather urgent fashion for almost 10 minutes now, haven't you?'
'Ohhh... no, Sir... please!' crystal objected
'Stand up! Now!' barked Bedouin, taking up his camel whip
Fumbling, panicked, crystal rose to her feet, folding her hands in front of her
Bedouin stood also, facing her, pushing her hands aside with the crop
'Look how the dampness has seeped onto your pyjamas, it betrays you crystal,
you spurt too much my dear' Bedouin raised his whip to crystal's sex and
caressed her labia with a soft stroke.
'Oh, Sir....... I am sorry... I did not mean to....' Began crystal
'Now, now...' He interrupted, ' do not worry..., I am in genial mood, you shall
receive only a light punishment for your indiscretion'
'Yes, Sir' replied crystal demurely, her cheeks burning she bowed her head,
secretly wishing that he would place her on the chair and flick the switch.
'And, it shall have to be later... we must deal with miel, she is not behaving
quite as expected.' Said Bedouin, a frown forming on his brow.
'Really, Sir?' quizzed crystal, looking up
'Hmmmmm... perhaps it is time to cause her some real pain, something she cannot
control' Bedouin spoke his thoughts to himself.
He appeared to reach a decision inside and with a clap of his hands motioned to
crystal to approach.
The Bedouin spoke softly into her ear, giving instructions, crystal's mouth
opened and closed as he spoke, her eyes began to flash with excitement.
miel could stand it no longer, her desperation had grown, she called out....
'crystal! crystal! Please!'
Her cries sank into the soft hangings and carpets on the tent walls, she cried
out again, louder.
Bedouin cocked an ear... hearing miel,
'Poor girl, she must be hungry...' he said, knowing full well of her urgency.
He stepped away from the glass and moved towards his task..
The footsteps that approached were not crystal's, realised miel. She heard
curtains being moved aside and Bedouin appeared before her, clutching his whip.
Her anger rose immediately.... 'Release me, you have no right to hold me this
way' she sneered.
Bedouin sneered back at her, seemingly angry himself...
'You are here, miel, until you do my bidding willingly... ' he stated coldly
'Never! ' she hissed out in retort
'Oh, but you will my dear!' Bedouin almost spat the word
'You will beg from me, you will obey me... your only wish will be to please me'
'No! I will not!' Replied miel angrily
Bedouin laughed softly, 'Well, let us see....'
Bedouin stepped behind miel and flicked the switch beneath the chair with his
crop. The hornet buzzing of the dildoes ceased immediately.
'Time for a lesson, miel' he said calmly.
