The tent of the Bedouin
by Bedouin
Part 12
'Leave me be, or I shall scream!' miel warned the Mulaazim Awil as he neared
her, she dropped into a defensive crouch, ready to spring at him.
He ignored her threats completely, pausing only to pick up the discarded dagger
and tuck it back into his belt, he marched towards miel and snatched a handful
of her hair viciously and twisted it in his grip. miel brought her hands to
wrestle with his cruel hold on her, he was pulling her head towards his face.
'Scream then, miel. Who can hear you? The Bedouin is gone, the guards will not
come, it is just you and I'
She saw his leering grin and cried out at the top of her lungs. He laughed as
he saw the twisting girl scream in vain, pulling her hair harder, she tried
again, managing an even louder cry for help but none came.
The Mulaazim, using his strength, had brought miel to her knees, guiding her
with relentless force. miel, dismayed that no one had come running into the
chamber, spat venom at him
'You bastard, get your hands off me!'
The Mulaazim merely watched her, a vicious snake, observing its helpless prey.
'Bedouin will kill you if you touch me, you pig...'
This raised a slight smile on Mulaazim Awil's face
'I'll tell him, I'll tell him that you raped me,.. that, that .. you hurt me'
miel was despondent as she realised that the man holding her hair so tightly did
not seem to care one fig about her threats. Anger and pain welled inside her
and she lashed out once more at the Mulaazim, this time with her fist. He
caught her wrist easily and wrenched it away from his face, evidently enjoying
her struggle. She saw him looking at her heaving breasts, his mouth open with
amusement, miel growled with frustration and ire. She was completely helpless,
try as she might she could not escape his grip, miel made to insult him again.
In a smooth motion, the Mulaazim Awil released miel's wrist and brought his hand
down on her face with a hard slap. The blow stunned miel, as if someone had
slammed a door in her mind, her ears began to ring and her strength left her.
The Moor released her hair and left her to kneel untouched, his message clear.
As miel knelt, gathering her senses, the Moor stepped to retrieve the whip,
Bedouin's gift, from where he had dropped it. Ignoring miel's quiet moment he
swung the whip viciously and landed a stinging blow on her back. miel reacted
with horror, crying out in her pain, and knew that the man, standing over her
with his arm raised to strike her again, was a serious danger.
miel decided quickly that the best she could do was to remain still and silent,
so she continued to kneel, not looking at his eyes and tried to ignore the
burning flesh that raged across her shoulders.
The Mulaazim seemed satisfied that miel had been subdued, but gave her a small
test. He brought the small flap of leather at the whip's end to her nipple,
toying with it slightly, he saw how she bristled at the touch but did not move
away or spit a profanity at him. He knew that she feared him 'I will put that
to good use' he thought with relish. He ran the whip over her breasts, tapping
them to provoke an outburst but miel knelt with her head down, as if obedient.
Her loathing for the Mulaazim Awil roared inside her, yet miel's self
preservation told her that it would be too dangerous to goad this evil man. She
must bide her time and hope for Bedouin or crystal's return, she despised this
man's attention, feared him greatly and was sharply aware that she was at his
mercy.
The Mulaazim Awil walked around miel, circling her with slow steps, he tapped
her with the whip, sometimes sharply, to further test her defiance. He saw how
she squeezed her buttocks together as he tried to probe her anus with the crop
'Not willing...' he said to himself 'But too frightened to object'.
On his third circle of miel the Mulaazim paused behind her.
'Move onto all fours, miel' he instructed sternly
miel did not move, unwilling to obey, she would be placid but not play his
damned games!
The Moor sighed, and casually but firmly grasped her hair from behind, hissing
in her ear
'Do as I say, miel... or I shall cut off your ears and throw them to the
jackals'
Her heart leapt with fear, 'He wouldn't!?' She was not sure, not sure at all,
he was so dangerous, she moved, with a moan of anguish to kneel on all fours.
She could not see the Mulaazim's satisfied grin as she moved into position, she
felt the whip tap the inside of her thighs, urging her to open them further
apart, she thought only for a fleeting moment of disobeying.
'We have a couple of scores to settle, miel..' began the Moor, once satisfied
that miel was vulnerable enough to appeal to him.
'Firstly, you lashing out with your foot...' miel blinked in terror, dreading
what might be forced upon her.
'Unpardonable..' he tutted 'To show such disrespect in Bedouin's tent'
miel could not help but try to defend herself.
'But, but.. I was frightened..' she managed to stammer, trying to appease him.
'You are frightened now, ..' he replied darkly 'Yet, you are not kicking at
me..'
miel could think of no answer to this and remained silent.
The Mulaazim Awil continued, 'And, you have the audacity to threaten me, and
with Bedouin!' he let out a soft chuckle 'When it was YOU who caused his
injury, your rash and stupid behaviour was unnecessary, yet you think that
Bedouin cares enough about you to believe your word against mine?!'
His voice became louder as he grew more angry, 'I am one of his oldest friends,
but you appear to believe that he will believe the ranting of a stupid girl to
mine? YOU, who have dishonoured him by abusing a guest in his tent?'
The truth of the words hit miel hard and deepened her dismay, she did not like
to admit it but the Mulaazim was right, she should have thought of something
subtler. She cursed herself for her naivete.
The Mulaazim Awil pressed home his scorn, tapping her with the crop 'You
apparently also consider yourself to be above reproach, ....that you can somehow
manipulate Bedouin, is that not SO?!'
His voice had become a shout and miel tried to suppress her trembling,
frightened by his aggression. She did not understand his point, her mind worked
furiously to comprehend the question.
The Moor's voice became quiet again
'Which brings me to my second score..'
For some reason, miel began to shake, his words chilling her. She kept very
still even as she trembled.
The Mulaazim crouched behind her and gazed at the reddened flesh of miel's
bottom, he could see her swollen labia flaring angrily at her sex. Now he could
smell her fear, and it intoxicated him.
'I want to know, miel..' he began, with a voice as harsh as a stroke from the
whip '.. why you lied to the Bedouin?'
'Lied, lied..?' The word rang in her mind, she scrambled to make sense of the
Mulaazim's claim.
'I.. I .. have never lied to Bedouin' she sobbed, bewildered.
'You LIE again!' he accused her.
The sudden roar of his voice sent a wave of panic through her, she barely
managed to cry out
'No.. no, never... please, please..'
The Moor silenced her with a harsh slap on her buttocks, his massive hand
leaving its mark on her already burning cheeks.
His voice was a low hiss 'Then why, ..miel ' He spat her name out with hatred
'Did you tell the Bedouin that Mahmood raped you?'
For a second, miel did not understand, then the grim recollection of the guard
came to her, she tried to defend herself rapidly.
'I.. I didn't..' she pleaded earnestly ' Bedouin saw..'
'LIAR!' he thundered and grabbed the soft flesh of miel's buttocks in anger,
parting them roughly.
'He told me how you taunted him...'
'No' miel gasped
'How you were jealous of the other girl, receiving all the attention!'
'No, please!' wailed miel.
'.. Of how you begged him to attend to your damned lust!'
The Mulaazim's fury had grown to a dangerous level, in his ire he had wrenched
apart miel, exposing her anus as if it were the cause of all his anger.
'Sir.... Please' miel tried desperately to calm him, frightened for her safety
but his rage seemed relentless.
'And you tricked him into taking you, promising him gold... !' The Mulaazim
Awil spoke through clenched teeth. 'A poor boy like that, taking advantage of
him!'
miel was lost and felt completely doomed, her thoughts were spiralling away from
her again, she tried to move away, to escape the Moor, but he held her firmly,
insistent that she remain and suffer his tirade.
The Mulaazim's voice dropped to a reflective tone, as if he was speaking to
himself.
'He does not even like women, .. a gentle boy, who needs money for his family,
..' he sighed heavily '.. Tricked by a harlot.. '
miel managed a soft 'No' but knew that the Mulaazim Awil wasn't listening.
'The beating he took from Bedouin, because of your... your stinking lies!' his
voice was a crescendo, louder than miel's sobs and full with seething hatred.
'If he had not told me of your evil temptation and wicked lies, I would have cut
off his stones, never known his touch..' The Mulaazim was raving, the balance
of his mind unsettled, miel realised she was in the clutches of a madman.
The Moor's thoughts seemed to drift to some recollection of an intimacy with his
new love, his grip tightened on miel's buttocks and she could do little but
remain still and try not to provoke him any more.
The Mulaazim Awil's eyes closed and he began a low, incoherent mumbling. He was
indeed thinking of Mahmood, remembering his pleading, of his tale of miel's
treachery. How the sweet boy had fallen at his feet and begged for forgiveness,
offering himself to the Mulaazim as a sodomite, if he would only spare him.
His face darkened as he recalled how he had had to make a gift to the Bedouin to
save the boy, because of the lying girl. His honour had been at risk, and she
would pay for that, and pay dearly.
