The tent of the Bedouin
by Bedouin
Part 10
miel could barely believe her predicament, she tried to slow her breathing and
allow her heart to cease its loud tattoo. She had been made vulnerable again
and she wondered what now lay ahead, she battled with herself in her mind,
fighting the nervous fear that rose inside her. miel knew that she would have
to remain as calm as possible if her plan were to succeed.
She gazed around the chamber, it was typically opulent, much like the other
chambers she had seen, thick carpets, varying sizes of pillows in dazzling
materials and exquisitely patterned wall hangings. The setting had some
formality in that a set of cushions had been arranged around a small, low table,
also, two softly bubbling hookahs sat conveniently at the table's side.
'It would look quiet relaxing under different circumstances' thought miel, glad
to divert her mind. But, miel was not relaxed, she had affected obedience, had
followed crystal through the tent's passages, had tried not to look shocked when
crystal explained that miel was 'required to assist' during a dice game. miel
had only blinked to hide her worry and asked if she were needed to pour drinks
or perform some other service. crystal had smiled, oh so sweetly, and told
miel, in a low voice, that miel had only to be 'available'. Naturally, miel had
been confused and had made to ask further questions but crystal had hushed her
by taking her arm and moving her closer to the table.
With her usual apologetic smile, crystal had asked miel to open her legs, miel
quelled her instinct to refuse and swallowed the large lump in her throat that
was forming. She had complied, moving her ankles apart, but crystal had
encouraged miel gently, whispering 'much wider'. To her own surprise, miel
forced her feet wide apart from each other and watched as crystal fastened
sturdy bands of leather around her ankles and affixed them to boltholes in the
floor. 'I should have known' thought miel, though secretly she was pleased that
at least the first part of her plan was about to be hatched.
crystal took miel's wrists gently and placed them in the crook of miel's back,
working quickly and efficiently, she fastened similar bands to miel's wrists and
tethered them together. crystal tested the restraint firmly with a tug and,
satisfied, returned to face miel.
'There..' she said kindly '... you are all ready!'
miel felt suddenly uncomfortable as crystal looked over her body, she knew that
her breasts hung heavily and her sex was cruelly exposed, the fear of what was
about to transpire began to grow.
'I shall go and tell Bedouin you are prepared for the game, miel' crystal told
her.
miel forced herself to nod and managed a small smile which seemed to please
crystal immensely. miel guessed that crystal would report all that had been
spoken of by the pool to the Bedouin and wanted to appear to him as if his will
was beginning to be imposed.
crystal turned and stepped lightly from the room, leaving the captive to wait.
It seemed like an eternity to miel, she could grasp no sense of time in the warm
tent, found it impossible to judge, it may have been only minutes that ticked
by. She had enough slack in the bonds at her ankles to shift slightly to adjust
her position when her limbs stiffened, she tried to imagine what might be about
to happen to her but could not, 'perhaps crystal is right' she thought with a
sigh 'it is impossible to predict'.
At least she had a certain sense of calm now, her breathing even and her
pounding heart back to its normal steady beat, .......until she heard the
approaching voices.
Bedouin and the Mulaazim Awil entered the room briskly, they were both in
comfortable attire miel noticed, long damask jackets, embroidered robes and soft
slippers. The Moor was wearing a striking orange turban wound about his head,
the flowing robes not hiding his obvious strength.
miel felt uncomfortable with her nakedness but tried not to let it show, the men
were not even looking at her, she realised, and an odd sense of disappointment
came over her.
crystal followed the men into the room and waited as they set themselves
opposite each other at the table, reclining languidly on the cushions.
Dutifully, she moved the hookahs slightly towards each of them and turned to
open a large chest to prepare the table.
Bedouin and the Moor took up the pipes and puffed contentedly as they talked in
a guttural tone. It sounded like Arabic to miel, who could not believe that
either of the two had not glanced once at the naked, tied girl who was less than
half a metre away. Were they then, not interested in her? She realised, with
mounting horror, that unless she was part of this game, she would not have any
opportunity to impress Bedouin! Coolly, she pushed her sex towards Bedouin,
just a few centimetres, to try to attract his attention, she could barely
believe that she was being so lewd, but her determination was becoming strong.
Bedouin noticed the move from the corner of his eye and drew more smoke from the
pipe.
crystal took a set of dice from the chest and laid them at the centre of the
table, there were six of them and each of their sides were carved with Arabic
numerals. crystal rose, carrying a smaller casket and moved to miel's side.
She knelt and opened the box, taking from it a small dish, the dish had chains
attached, resembling one that a gold assayer might use, with the chains coming
together at the top, fastened to a small metal ring, crystal laid it, for the
moment on the rug between miel's feet.
miel watched crystal closely, trying to calculate a response, the men were
ignoring her and crystal, content to babble on in their strange tongue. She
caught her breath just in time when crystal reached and pulled one of miel's
labia, extending it fully. Her mind railed at the touch of another female and
miel fought not to let it show, she bit her lip as crystal took a steel clamp
and fastened it to the outstretched lip. miel's already tender labia felt the
pain, a sharp biting, the muscles in miel's shoulders tensed.
crystal laboured diligently, not looking at miel, the clamp was fastened by a
short chain to another clamp and she slipped it through the hoop holding the
chains fastened to the small dish before carefully pulling out miel's opposite
labia and fixing the sharp teeth to the swollen flesh.
Dread was dawning over miel as she realised the purpose of the dish, it hung
between miel's outstretched legs, swaying slightly on its chains, cruelly
fastened to her sex by the biting teeth of the clamps.
She watched crystal move, her task complete, to sit at the table opposite her.
'At least...' thought miel with relief '.... The dish is not heavy and, I can
manage the pain of the clamps' She worked hard to quell her embarrassment at
being displayed and used this way, she could not repress her flushing but she
stood still, waiting with apparent obedience for the next move.
As Bedouin and the Moor conversed, crystal began counting coins, first taking
them from the chest and arranging them in piles of 12, stacking them neatly on
the table by Bedouin's side. When she had put 6 neat columns within easy reach
crystal looked plaintively at the Mulaazim Awil, he noticed her look and drew a
purse of coins from his robes and handed them to her with a benevolent smile.
'So well trained, Bedouin..' said Mulaazim Awil, breaking into English for
crystal's benefit.
'Indeed..' replied Bedouin evenly 'unlike this one..!' he waved an airy hand
at the naked miel without bothering to look at her.
crystal worked, stacking the Mulaazim Awil's coins at his side.
The Moor, however, did look at miel, his gaze slowly moving over her flesh, as
if searching for some hidden reason for her evident stubbornness. If he thought
the dish, dangling from her labia, amusing, he did not show it, merely raised an
eyebrow of concern and looked back to the table.
'I am fortunate...' Bedouin continued ' to have one as good as crystal,
Mulaazim. She is a source of great delight and pride to me.'
crystal beamed with happiness at the compliment and the Mulaazim nodded wisely
in appreciation of the dutiful servant.
'I have promised the dear girl a reward.... For her continued good service...'
Bedouin explained. The Moor looked with interested curiosity at his friend and
raised an enquiring eyebrow.
'It is her wish to be pierced again... and... I have promised that I will allow
her another hoop'
The Mulaazim smiled wolfishly and asked of crystal 'And where, my dear, will you
take kind Bedouin's ring?'
crystal reddened and answered him ' In my hood, Sir... so that Sir Bedouin may
toy with me further, as he wishes'
'A commendable notion, crystal... how thoughtful of you' said Mulaazim Awil in
his deep voice.
miel followed the conversation with mounting fear, she was trying to stand still
to stop the dish from swaying but found it necessary to move her feet every few
minutes to stop her muscles aching.
Now, Mulaazim, old friend, are you prepared to lose heavily?' Bedouin
challenged.
The Moor laughed and answered in harsh Arabic making Bedouin laugh with him.
With that, Bedouin took up all six of the dice in his hand and with his other
took a pile of the heavy coins. Without a glance he dropped the coins with a
loud clatter onto the small dish, he heard miel's sudden grunt of surprise and
hid his smile. The Moor took up the same number of coins and let them fall
alongside Bedouin's.
'Oh! Oh!' miel thought wildly. The coins were indeed heavy and tugged at her
labia, stretching them downward towards the floor. She battled strongly to
control herself, fighting the pain, wanting to appear obedient. miel had not
been able to avoid her first gasp of surprise but was damned if she would show
any other emotion!
The men threw dice furiously, seeming to curse in their foreign tongue when they
fell badly and shouting with joy as fortune smiled on them. As the game
continued coins would be added and subtracted from miel's dish, it seemed to
her, that more were added than taken away and even a single extra coin made the
dish move and pull her sex terribly.
It was no better when a bet was won and coins removed, any movement at all
caused her pain in some way. miel bit her lip and continued her inner fight.
crystal watched the game with obedient interest, refilling the hookahs when
necessary and tidying coins as the gamers' enthusiasm to snatch the dice toppled
the neat columns. Every few moments she glanced at miel, trying to catch her
eye and give her a reassuring smile. 'Her lips are stretching so much!' thought
crystal with concern 'I hope she can hold out'
The game continued and miel's flesh began to hurt, the pain was growing she
knew, her sex protested at the harsh treatment and was letting her mind know it.
At times, when the dish was particularly brimming with coins, or when one of the
players dropped in a large amount, she would stifle a moan, keeping it in her
throat and not letting it escape. She told herself over and over 'Endure it, it
is your passage to freedom' The tactic was working, though her body ached with
pain and she reviled the humiliation imposed on her, her mind remained
steadfast, even so, she hoped that the game would not last all night.
crystal saw that the Bedouin's pile of coins was growing, the Mulaazim Awil was
losing recklessly, taking chances with the dice. His stacks of coin were almost
gone, though she knew he had plenty more in his purse, and hoped that he would
soon lose them all, giving miel some respite.
Bedouin sensed that the game was almost over and lavished an extravagant bet,
placing a large weight of gold on miel's tray. It pleased him that she did no
more than twitch slightly at the extra burden, now the Mulaazim must equal the
amount.
The Mulaazim saw through Bedouin's plan, he was testing his girl and forcing him
to make a rash wager, he was a wily one. He stroked his chin, and took the
necessary 36 coins, placing them alongside Bedouin's heavy stake. 'Ah well....
' he sighed, offered up a short prayer and rolled the dice...
A loud moan of mock despair and a jubilant cry filled the chamber as the
Mulaazim Awil lost his money, crystal clapped at Bedouin's good fortune as the
Moor cursed good naturedly at his ill luck.
The two men laughed together and clasped hands in friendship, happy to win or
lose.
miel began to simper, she knew the game was probably over, but 'Please...
pleeeease.. take your winnings Bedouin!' she thought with despair as the weight
began to become intolerable.
The two gamblers joked with each other for a few moments, Bedouin claiming it
was just a 'fortunate moon' that had helped him win. Eventually, he reached for
the dish and tipped the coins onto the floor, knowing that crystal would pick
them up and that miel must be greatly relieved.
miel could not help but let out a great sigh of gladness when the dish was
finally emptied, the bowl was now strangely light, almost as if it were floating
between her legs, but the lips of her sex were throbbing and still stretched and
angry with blood. Still, she had survived! She comforted herself with
congratulations and even managed to sneer, in her mind, at the two men who had
abused her so foully 'Is THAT all you have?' she thought, flushed with success,
'I handled it, I survived!'.
Oblivious to miel's opinion, the two men quieted and talked in a relaxed manner,
exclaiming with pleasure as crystal poured two goblets of Arrak, passing them
gracefully to the thirsty players. They both let out moans of appreciation as
the fiery liquid burnt their throats and crystal quickly refilled the vessels.
She moved politely to the Bedouin's side and whispered in his ear, he listened
intently and nodded, as if agreeing with whatever crystal was suggesting.
crystal moved to the chest and took out the small casket again, carried it over
to where miel stood and knelt before her. Carefully, she unclipped miel's
labia, releasing the clamps gently, knowing from experience that it usually hurt
more when they were being removed than when being attached. miel looked down at
crystal, grateful for her obvious intervention, she gave a nervous smile as
crystal looked at her with concern. crystal, pleased with miel's performance,
folded the chains around the dish and placed them back in the casket, then, she
took from it a small vial and dipped two of her fingers inside it.
miel knew that she should be horrified by what was about to happen, indeed she
reddened slightly as crystal smeared the ointment on her labia. But the
ointment had such a soothing and immediate effect that miel could only feel
gratitude. crystal worked efficiently, working the creamy lotion into miel's
tender labia, she knew that Bedouin understood it was important to treat such
inflammation quickly, if only to hurry the recovery for further 'attention'.
'Odd..' she thought 'miel is slightly moist' crystal could see the dew
gathering at miel's entrance and resisted the temptation to dip in a finger,
under the pretence of using the healing lotion, to see just how stimulated miel
had become.
Finished with her duties and offering miel a final smile, crystal returned to
her position at the table.
Bedouin had half-observed miel and crystal, 'Clever crystal' 'She knew that miel
would be struggling and sought to help her' he mused 'I wonder if miel is
really so subdued? She is a smart one..' he thought smiling inwardly 'I shall
have to watch her like a hawk'.
'Bedouin..?' the Mulaazim started, breaking Bedouin's thoughts 'I have a gift
for you'
'A gift, old friend? How gracious of you, is it for any particular reason?'
Bedouin seemed genuinely flattered.
'Yes, it is... the guard you gave to me...' Bedouin nodded as he listened 'He
has turned out to be most entertaining'
Bedouin gave a short laugh 'I am glad to hear it, Mulaazim'
'I have taught him something of how it feels to be raped, he is now extremely
clear on the subject!' The Mulaazim Awil smiled broadly, showing his teeth,
delighted with his jest.
He continued 'He will not be troubling anyone again..'
'Ah!' replied Bedouin knowingly 'Have you brought me his 'stones'?'
The Moor paused for a while, crafting his answer.
'No, Habibi, I have not... at least, not yet' The Mulaazim was suddenly serious
and Bedouin, sensitive to his friend's mood, became serious too.
'What troubles you, Azizi... tell me..' Bedouin's voice offered encouragement
'The thing is, I have taken a shine to him, he is proving most obliging and
deeply regrets his foolishness..' Mulaazim Awil spoke awkwardly, unwilling to
show weakness.
Bedouin thought for a moment and let out his usual 'Hmmmmm'
'I have promised you that I will use him and send him back to you without his
'stones', we agreed upon it'
Bedouin spoke clearly to his friend 'I understand, Azizi, I understand...' The
Mulaazim looked up hopefully 'You wish to keep him... and intact!' Bedouin let
out a laugh, breaking the awkwardness of the room.
'Yes, that is it, that is it precisely' said the Moor eagerly, his spirit
lifting.
Bedouin waved an indulgent hand 'Of course, dear friend, by all means keep
him..' 'As long as you are not too lenient with him! After all, he dared to
touch one of my girls..'
Glad for Bedouin's apparent generosity the Mulaazim Awil laughed with pleasure
'Of course, of course, I shall beat him every day! '
The two men thought this joke immensely amusing and laughed together
uproariously.
'He is softening...' thought miel 'He is not as cruel as he likes people to
think..' She stored away the notion, using it to feed her growing confidence.
'I was hoping that you would show your famous generosity, Habibi..' Mulaazim
explained 'hence, the gift, I knew you would not accept any monies from me'
'True' acknowledged Bedouin.
'Then let me show you my gift, and I hope that you will be kind enough to accept
it'
With that, the Mulaazim clapped his hands.
Bedouin half expected a girl to be led in, another for him to train or toy with
and so was mildly surprised when one of the Moor's servant boys entered carrying
an intriguing package.
The boy laid the parcel down at Mulaazim Awil's feet and quickly left.
Bedouin eyed it with real interest, always appreciative of generosity, though,
in truth, he would have like the balls of the dog who had touched miel. But, he
found that he could not disappoint his friend and now waited with interest to
see his gift.
The package, almost one and a half metres in length and very slim, was wrapped
in a heavy, golden cloth.
'A sword?' thought crystal, and quickly dismissed the idea, it looked too thin,
she too was intrigued.
With some ceremony, Mulaazim Awil picked up the package reverently and offered
it to Bedouin.
'Please accept my humble gift, Habibi, all that I have is yours'
Bedouin accepted the gift gravely and said 'My tent and all inside are for ever
at your disposal'
The formalities completed, Bedouin carefully unfolded the cloth, the package had
been lighter than he had anticipated, and his interest now piqued.
Bedouin moved the last fold of material to reveal his gift. There, in the warm
cloth, lay a slender whip. The long handle was made from smooth ivory, dyed
black and tipped with a silver knob exquisitely carved in the form of a cobra's
head, the body of the whip, more than a metre in length was no thicker than a
few millimetres, at the end of the whip a small flap of leather hung.
Bedouin fingered the length of the whip, admiring its cruel dimensions, the
body, he thought, must be a steel rod or perhaps cane, tightly bound in leather.
He took the whip by the handle and tested its balance in his hand, it felt
comfortable, cleverly fashioned. It reminded him of the type of whip used for
spurring a team of horses, but slightly more rigid. Whilst seated he made a few
slow cuts and was gratified to hear the whooshing sound the whip forced from the
air. He turned to look at his friend, who was eagerly awaiting approval.
'It is splendid, Mulaazim Awil, splendid!' Bedouin said sincerely 'My deepest
gratitude!'
Relieved to have paid his debt the Moor showed his teeth again. 'May it bring
you great pleasure, Habibi!'
crystal gulped, 'What a wicked looking instrument!' she thought. With a mixture
of dread and delight she realised that it would not be long before she
discovered just how wicked it could be.
Bedouin stood and tried more strokes, cutting the air fiercely, getting
accustomed to the feel.
He laughed, and looking up from his gift he said to his friend...
'Let us test it, Mulaazim' 'On the girl here....'
He pointed the whip directly at miel.
