The tent of the Bedouin
by Bedouin
Part 7
The Bedouin wasted little time, seemingly determined in his intent.
Leaving crystal's nipple shining with moisture, he unfastened the rope from the
hoop. crystal let out a small gasp as her breast relaxed slowly, relieved from
the tautness of the weights. Bedouin repeated the manoeuvre, first sucking at
her tethered nipple, tasting the heat of the strain, then unfastening the nipple
and listening to crystal's moan of thanks.
'There, now you must feel better crystal, dear?'
crystal, still sucking in air, managed to quietly say 'Yes, thank you, Sir'
'Good, rest for a second' Bedouin smiled and moved rapidly to prepare his next
torment.
miel had barely been watching the activity in the room, she was busy enjoying
the contradictory sensations of the ice in her sex. A little ashamed, but too
curious to stop, she was pressing the ice with her muscles, first the large ball
in her vagina, then relaxing to enjoy the tiny ice-cold river that would course
from her onto the floor. Following this by contracting her anal muscle, which
caused more of a dull but pleasant ache.
She knew that she should be thinking of escape, paying attention to her
predicament, but simply could not help but experiment with the fire and ice.
She caught herself just in time, as a moan of pleasure almost slipped from her
mouth.
crystal watched with curiosity as Bedouin took two footstools and placed them
just in front of her tied feet. Her breasts tingled and she relished the
sensation, patient and impatient for the next part of her discipline.
Bedouin unfastened crystal's feet and pulled each one firmly until crystal was
standing steadily on the stools. crystal obeyed and readjusted quickly, the new
height giving her an opportunity to relax her shoulders. Her legs were still
parted, parted very widely and balancing would not be easy, she thought, but, at
least they weren't tied.
Having readied crystal, Bedouin regarded her. crystal was standing nicely
opened, he observed, her sex easily available, he took his camel whip in hand
and drew closer.
miel paused, sensing that Bedouin was about to move. The sound of drips from
her vagina could be heard as they splashed gently into the pool between her
legs.
Bedouin looked thoughtful, he tapped crystal's thighs softly as he pondered.
'Hmmmm...' he began, after thinking for a moment. 'Tell me crystal, ...'
'Why do you find it necessary to touch yourself without permission?'
crystal tried to keep her voice steady 'Well, Sir... sometimes, I just can't
help it err.. you see, I get aroused so easily, and.....'
Bedouin raised his whip, a signal to be silent.
He sighed, apparently disappointed with crystal's explanation.
'I treat you well, do I not, crystal?' He asked, waving his whip to stop her as
she began to answer. 'You are well fed, well dressed, afforded every comfort?'
crystal, her mouth suddenly dry, managed to whisper 'Yes, Sir'
'SO!' he raised his voice suddenly 'You are like THIS one?' Without looking at
her, he suddenly pointed the crop at miel. 'Ungrateful... scornful of my
hospitality?'
crystal's bottom lip trembled slightly
He cut her sharply with the crop across her stomach. The blow, both expected
and unexpected forced crystal to grimace and she let out a yelp of pain and
surprise.
Bedouin, his voice soft, continued 'It wearies me to discover ingratitude....'
He turned his back on crystal to glance at miel, then wheeled suddenly and lay a
stinging blow across crystal's abdomen, inches above her sex.
crystal wobbled unsteadily on the stools, she held on to the ropes trying to
maintain her balance as pain shot through her flesh.
'Well, now you will learn about my disdain for such ungracious behaviour..'
Bedouin neared, inspecting the 2 welts that were forming on crystal's stomach
and navel.
'Push out your sex,' Bedouin snapped '.. we shall see if we can't quell it's
thirst..'
Fighting the pain that would not ebb, crystal tried to press her sex outward
for Bedouin, her balance became more precarious.
Standing at a suitable distance, Bedouin waited for crystal to comply, tapping
his crop in his hand. He looked, with slightly hooded eyes, at her smoothly
shorn vagina, the reddened folds beckoned.
He began by slapping the tip of the crop a mere centimetre above her clitoris.
Starting with a gentle tapping.. striking her flesh in the same spot. crystal
began to fidget, trying not to move. Bedouin increased the tap until it became
a firm slap, striking accurately on the bone of her sex.
crystal let out short sobs as the pressure of the blows increased, the soreness
began to hurt her. She breathed deeply when Bedouin suddenly stopped, leaving
his whip resting on the reddened area.
He drew the crop down, brushing her clitoris, then parted the hood with its tip.
'This...' he sneered '.. is the cause of your ingratitude, crystal' Bedouin
pushed the leather into crystal's hood, twisting it firmly.
'Yesss.. Sir' crystal hissed.
miel watched with horrified wonder, 'Why did crystal not object? Why didn't she
spit foul words at Bedouin? She was sure that she would, perhaps crystal knew
something that she did not?'
miel watched with curious interest, wondering idly if perhaps there was
enjoyment to be had in being tormented 'Surely, not?' she quizzed herself. With
reluctance, she admitted to herself that the ice was causing pleasant
sensations, so much so that she almost wished that Bedouin would come and fill
her again. miel cursed herself for such a wicked thought and tried her best to
ignore it.
crystal pressed against the crop, trying to feel the hard leather on her
clitoris. She hoped that Bedouin would push it into her sex, force her to ride
it.
Bedouin continued to torment his subject, he parted crystal's labia with the
whip, stroking along their length. He could see the pleasure she derived from
this attention, saw that her eyes were closing as he caressed her lips. It
amused him to see how easily aroused she became, he inched the whip towards her
entrance and left it holding her open but unentered
'No doubt, you would like my whip inside you crystal?' he asked her slyly.
'Oh, yes please, Sir!' she replied, not opening her eyes.
Bedouin smiled and 'tutted' loudly. 'But that is not the purpose of this
lesson...'
crystal let out a short groan of disappointment, still pressing against the
crop. Just as she thought she could push so that the whip entered her, Bedouin
would relax the pressure, denying her.
He removed his whip, let it fall to the floor and came closer to her. 'No, my
dear, your sex must be disciplined.. perhaps then you will become more.....
grateful.'
Bedouin reached to take a hold of crystal's labia, he pinched them firmly
between his fingers.
crystal let out a gasp as she felt him hold her flesh.
Bedouin could feel her heat and moisture, his fingers were already finding it
difficult to maintain a firm hold on her lips. He twisted her labia suddenly.
crystal tensed immediately and wobbled unsteadily on the stools, a cry of
surprise and pain rang through the chamber.
'Ah, its good to hear you scream again, dear...' he said, with a hard voice. He
squeezed her labia harder and twisted again, more firmly.
crystal's cries were louder this time, still not words merely cries of pain.
Bedouin laughed gently, he tugged at crystal's sex, stretching her labia
outwards before wrenching them between his fingers once more.
crystal almost fell from the stool, her knees shook as harsh pain registered in
her brain.
'No, Sir... please!' she managed to gasp
'No?.... come, come dear.. we are barely started' Bedouin twisted her sex
again, viciously, squeezing her folds together in his grip.
'Ahhhhhhhh.....' crystal screamed at the top of her voice.
'No, Sir, please stop! It hurts..!'
miel shouted out...
'Stop, stop it!'
Bedouin turned to her and said, with a cruel smile
'Be silent you. Or I shall do this to you also'
miel remained silent, the echoes of crystal's screams still in her ears.
crystal had begun to sob, the Bedouin still held her labia tightly, and she was
frightened that he would twist her again.
'Sir, ' she sobbed 'I am sorry.. I didn't mean to be ungrateful. Please don't
hurt me anymore..'
Bedouin grasped her swollen lips in his fist, tugging at her to make her cry, he
saw tears well in her eyes. He flicked a thumb over her clitoris to startle
her.
Holding her firmly with one hand, he reached into his robes and drew out two
silver ornaments.
Carefully, he attached the clamps to her labia, the sharp teeth digging into
crystal's sore and swollen flesh. Thin chains dangled from the clamps and
Bedouin reached into his robe again.
Still holding her tightly, he fastened the heavy steel weights to each chain.
crystal was trying to block out the pain, she was scared that she might lose her
balance soon, her senses were leaving her rapidly.
Bedouin released his grip on crystal and let the weights fall, they dropped with
force, causing her to cry out again.
He stepped back to look at how the clamps stretched her, the weights distended
her labia pulling them towards the ground, ''How attractive, she looks' he
thought, satisfied with his work.
crystal was glad that Bedouin had stopped twisting her, the weights were tugging
at her, were painful but it was easier to bear than his personal touch.
miel had continued to watch in awed silence, she had never witnessed cruelty in
this manner. Poor crystal, her sex so stretched, and the damned Bedouin had
hurt her so badly, had continued to hurt her, even when she begged him to stop.
'Damn,' she thought ' My nipples are hardening'
Bedouin took up his crop and stood directly in front of crystal, inspecting her
sex. He brushed the weights with his whip to make them swing, setting them in a
lazy motion. crystal whimpered softly.
He saw that where he had lashed her earlier, the flesh had raised in angry
lines, he ran a finger over the swollen areas, pressing quite cruelly.
'Not too long now, dear...' he cooed softly to crystal.
Taking up his position, Bedouin raised his camel whip.
Aiming carefully he slashed his crop down across her buttocks, she cried out
loudly, wobbling on the stool. Bedouin struck her again, just below the curve
of her bottom.
crystal began to dance on the stools, her knees had turned to jelly with the
force of the strokes.
'Keep still, crystal... be careful that you do not fall'
Bedouin quickly lashed her again on the buttocks, the weights jangling as
crystal jerked. Loud moans filled the chamber.
Taking a step, Bedouin moved to crystal's front.
Pausing for her to regain her breath, he watched the weights settle. He
considered adding more.
Deciding against it, he suddenly hit crystal again. The blow coming just below
her breasts, harsh and stinging. crystal let out a loud moan, lifting one foot
from a stool almost toppling over.
'Now, now dear... Keep your balance, ' with that, Bedouin whipped crystal's
breasts smartly above her nipples.
The unfair stroke forced crystal to teeter in her position, her body was aglow
with pain, her senses had disappeared completely, she began to weep.
Bedouin saw her tears and her precarious stance.
'crystal, if you fall from the stool, I will have you taken down and sodomized
by the guards, do you understand?'
crystal could not speak, merely sobbed and nodded her head.
'You are fortunate, your lesson is almost over... just 3 strokes to take.'
Bedouin, ignoring crystal's tears, lay the crop underneath her nipples, readying
for another blow.
'Are you ready, dear?' he asked patiently
crystal nodded, and closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks
uncontrollably
Bedouin drew back the crop and let it fall keenly at the spot he had marked.
crystal screamed and more tears fell, she thought she might faint.
'2 more' remarked Bedouin, deaf to her cries. He toyed with the weights as
crystal regained her breath.
'No, please Sir... I don't think I can take them...' she wailed pitifully.
'Nonsense, dear...' he replied and whipped her again, cutting across her
stomach... 'See..'
crystal's sobbing had formed into a deep wailing, her breath coming in large
gulps, her face wet with her tears.
'Last one, my sweet crystal...' he said, almost kindly ' Bear up!'
crystal tried to stand straight, but found it difficult. Bedouin prodded her
with the crop, trying to encourage her.
'There ... you are nice and straight, just this last stroke.. now, where to
place it? Bedouin seemed deep in thought, drawing out the wait.
'Of course, ....your nipples...' he said with satisfaction 'But.. it will have
to be a hard one, to reinforce the lesson'
crystal moaned at his words.
'Remember this blow, the next time you consider abusing my hospitality'
Bringing his arm fully back, Bedouin brought the crop crashing down on crystal's
breasts, it cut severely into her nipples, forcing them to explode in a mind
jarring crash.
She lost her balance, slipping from the stool and steadying herself as she stood
again on the soft rug, her mind could not deal with the pain that ran through
her entire body, she reacted only instinctively, her brain blotting out all
else.
miel winced at the final blow, had winced at every blow but was shocked by it's
severity. She could see that crystal's flesh was striped with red flares of
colour, 'She must be burning!' she thought. Her heart felt for crystal, though
she had already decided that she could not be considered an ally in her plans,
she did not deserve such cruel treatment.
crystal's screaming turned to soft moans as she realised that she had received
her last blow, she had only to deal now with the fierce pain that stabbed at her
flesh. Her tears slowed as she drew in air and tried to stand again.
'Well done, crystal.. you bore the strokes nicely' Bedouin smiled kindly at
crystal, a proud and caring tone to his voice.
He bent and quickly removed the clamps from her labia, crystal's moans
increasing as the teeth relinquished their bite.
'A shame though...' he began
crystal raised her head at his words '.. that you could not maintain your
balance.'
Bedouin paused to let his words sink in, then clapped his hands sharply.
The two guards appeared quickly, Bedouin waved his hand at crystal.
'When I have gone, you may bugger this one...' he said casually.
'Take her down and let her rest when you are done with her..'
crystal moaned from deep within, her tears starting again.
Bedouin turned and made to leave the chamber, pausing in front of miel.
'Damn, you!' she hissed, looking directly into his eyes.
Bedouin smiled at her, 'Ah yes,.. miel'
Something in his voice sent a shiver running down her spine.
'I have learned something about you... of interest' he smiled at her, a cruel
look forming.
'Something about...... bees?'
The word sent a bolt of panic through miel's mind, she clutched for reasoning.
'Of course, ' he said casually '.. out here in the desert, we do not have bees'
miel's breathing was still shallow
'However, we do have hornets.... Much larger than bees you know, and.. as I
understand it, quite vicious'
Bedouin began to laugh as he saw the horrified look on miel's face.
'I will return when I have rested.... '
He quickly turned away, leaving the chamber, miel began to tremble as the horror
hit her.
crystal sobbed quietly...
The leering guards, waited impatiently for Bedouin to leave, they began to
unbuckle their belts.
