The tent of the Bedouin
by Bedouin
Part 6
The guards worked patiently to secure miel, though she flailed and struggled
against them, their strength was indomitable, their grasp on her flesh
deliberately hard and unyielding. miel let out a moan of frustration as, despite
her efforts, her ankles were bound and pulled unceremoniously apart. A strongly
muscled black arm held her waist as more ropes were attached to her hands, she
spat insults at the guards, strained against their grip, wailed as their
combined force overwhelmed her.
The guards concealed their smiles as they each took a rope and pulled miel's
arms apart and fastened the ends securely to the rings high on the tent poles.
miel struggled continually, pulling at her bonds, trying to shake them loose,
angry at being bound this way, angry at her nudity, angry at the guards and,
most of all, furious at the Bedouin.
crystal watched with an almost sympathetic interest, and sighed,
'She should save her energy, she will need it' she thought sadly 'Ah well,
hopefully she will learn quickly'
miel continued her snarling and twisting at the ropes. She knew how she must
appear to Bedouin and crystal, like a wild and troubled beast, yet, inside she
was carefully calculating her options, putting on the display to shield her
motives.
Taking up his whip, the Bedouin stood and moved to stand directly in front of
the squirming captive. He paused, looking at her closely and quietly, letting
the curses that dripped from her twisting mouth fall over him, unheeded.
He let her continue for fully two minutes, then lifted the whip high above his
head and brought it down gracefully across her stomach.
The blow caused explosions.
It was so harsh and swift that the pain exploded first in the softness of her
stomach then immediately registered in miel's brain. The air left her body, her
thoughts stopped completely as her flesh tried to find a way to compensate for
the unbearable sensations that had assailed it.
miel's mouth had formed a perfect circle as the shock hit her, all of her
movement ceased as a billion stinging needles pricked at her. As the pain
spread, and what had happened to her became understood in her mind, tears of
shock welled in her eyes.
The blow's initial impact receded and left a spreading lava of pain, it seeped
across her stomach and pushed out to burn her further.
'Oh... oh.... Oh...' miel clutched for coherent thought, but it would not come,
her mind too busy blocking out the pain.
'Perhaps now, you will not be so loud, dear' the Bedouin remarked casually, as
he lowered the whip. He knew that miel would barely be able to hear him, her
ears would be ringing but she would understand the reason for the blow.
crystal winced as she saw the severity of the strike, 'Ooh.. that was hard, he
must mean serious business' She twitched nervously, wondering if she were to
receive the same fate.
miel sucked in sweet air through her nostrils, trying to deny the pain, to let
her mind calculate. She realised quickly that the whip had caused her to lose
her control, and she needed to maintain her grip if she was to outwit Bedouin.
She analysed the stinging of her flesh, knew without looking that a fierce welt
would already be rising on her tummy, her mind had calmed but the lava still
crept through her.
She would keep quiet, observe, learn.
'Good' said Bedouin, as he saw miel regain her senses, 'Now that you are calm,
we can begin..'
He turned to crystal and smiled, as a patrician might.
'crystal, my sweet, I shall be with you shortly, but I am concerned for miel
here..' he explained. 'She has been somewhat foolish whilst sitting on the
stool, as I took my eye away from her, she chose to use it for her own ends....
' Bedouin made 'tutting' sounds to show his dismay.
crystal listened with apparent interest and relaxed the muscles in her back to
allow the weights to shift slightly and tug anew at her nipples.
'As you well know..' he continued 'The steel attachments can be most demanding
of the flesh..'
crystal nodded, remembering very well, she twisted a little to sway the weights
minutely.
'The flesh has limits, and it is important to recognise when they need to heal
or to rest...'
miel realised that, although he was speaking to crystal, the lecture was for her
benefit, she narrowed her thoughts, trying to anticipate.
'Perhaps, dear crystal, you can see from your position... that miel is very
swollen?'
crystal dutifully craned her neck to see and raised her eyebrows.
Bedouin went on..
'The lips of her sex are quite swollen, miel must have worked her steel friends
very hard.... No doubt, her anus is similarly ravaged.'
miel tried to stop the blush, but it came.
'What do you think, we can do to help our poor friend, dear?'
crystal, realising that the question was directed at her, furrowed her brow in
apparent concentration.
'It would very kind of you Sir, if you could find some way to reduce her
swelling... ' she said earnestly, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
'My thoughts exactly!' said Bedouin cheerily 'What a clever girl you are!'
Bedouin, obviously delighted, moved over to the casket and took from it another
pair of pendulums.
crystal watched and drew in her breath
'A small reward, for your wise comments, dear' Bedouin placed the hooked
pendulums carefully, next to the others and let them hang.
The tugging increased significantly at crystal's nipples, her breasts extended
further away from her, she let out a gasp that might have been 'thank you' but
was unintelligible. crystal looked at her nipples, the hoops straining with the
extra weight, a small spasm in her sex had sent a tiny cascade of moisture to
coat her insides.
miel watched with horror as Bedouin increased crystal's pain, 'What is this man
capable of? He calls this a reward??' Unconsciously, she bit her lip as she
tried to guess his next move.
'Now!' said Bedouin, clapping his hands and turning away from crystal to face
miel 'To offer you some relief, miel!'
He moved forwards and bent to pick up a heavy, lidded dish. He moved closer to
miel and placed it between her open legs.
miel could not help but blush afresh as he neared her sex, she tried not to show
her embarrassment and lifted her head, not looking at him.
Bedouin settled himself next to the dish, sitting at its side, his face just a
few inches from miel's exposed vagina.
'Yeeees...' He said with a doctor's tone, as he peered closely at her sex '...
you are quite tender here' Bedouin let his index finger brush one of her outer
labia, showing a medical concern.
The merest touch made miel jolt. 'Ignore it, miel, think, think!' she reminded
herself.
Bedouin interpreted miel's sudden movement 'Ah, see dear, how sore you are, the
softest touch causes you discomfort...''
miel looked down at him, glaring with defiance.
'Do not worry, I have brought my dish, I shall help you recover'
With those words, Bedouin lifted the cover from the dish.
miel felt a waft of cold air caress her thighs, moving upwards. A shiver ran
through her as the air touched her and melted into the warmth of the room.
She looked down towards the dish, already suspecting the contents.
She could see ice, formed into perfectly round balls, about the size of a large
marble.
Her quick mind registered the intention, she worked frantically to settle her
thoughts and how to deal with her ordeal.
Bedouin took a ball of ice and looked at closely, saying almost to himself
'Yes, this should calm your swelling, nicely'
With measured movement he brought the ball to miel's sex, placed it delicately
at her entrance, and then with a long finger pressed it high into her vagina.
miel's body tried to twist away from the finger but the ropes held her firmly,
she began to mouth a protest...
Bedouin cut her off immediately, 'miel! I am trying to help you, be polite
enough to accept my concern, or should we return to the whip?!'
miel calculated quickly, decided almost instantly, that this damned degradation
was infinitely preferable to another of his harsh strokes, at least she could
think. miel made no reply except for her contemptuous silence.
Bedouin paused for miel's protest and hearing none pressed another ball into
her lips. Taking another, he stroked it over miel's inflamed clitoris, letting
the icy cold stab at her heat. He noticed her juddering at the alien feel of
the ball, and smiled.
miel closed her eyes as his finger pushed into her, the freezing kiss of the ice
brought blood rushing to meet the cold. Her arms ached a little from being
stretched, she moved her shoulders to rid herself of the strain. Her mind, as
cold as the balls that were now being pushed inside her one by one, tried to
work out a way of stopping this torment. The curious things was, the numbing
cold that was building in her vagina as it became packed with Bedouin's baubles
was actually causing a pleasant sensation. The frozen pebbles soothed her
soreness, she could feel the inflammation receding, not only that... the
conflict of her heat being bombarded by icy pinpricks was causing a series of
shivers that miel found confusing.
'No, miel!' she scolded herself 'You are not here to enjoy this... !
Concentrate on your plans!'
The small balls of ice seemed to form a single large sphere of cold inside her,
she had lost count of how many Bedouin had forced between her lips, she could
hardly feel anything at all except sharp freezing spears pricking at her walls.
Bedouin realised, with a tinge of regret, that miel was now at capacity. He had
pressed the last two balls into her, watched how her vagina had closed around
them, accepting them like a docile mouth. He reached into a fold of his garment
and brought out a broad clip, he reached for miel's labia and pulled them
together to close her entrance, he squeezed the labia until they formed a purse
and carefully opened the clip and fastened miel's labia together, sealing her
sex.
'Time to see if crystal is paying attention' he thought slyly
crystal had been watching very carefully, moving occasionally to change the
strain of the heavy pendulums, her nipples had begun to throb, the concerted
pressure on them causing them to ache.
'crystal!' Bedouin called out '.. it would seem I am finished here'
crystal looked up from her breasts and quickly smiled at Bedouin.
'Oh, but Sir...?' She said, with concern.
'Yes, dear, what is it?' answered Bedouin, curiosity tingeing his voice.
'Well... if I may, Sir..' crystal paused, waiting for Bedouin to stop her, then
continued
'I believe you said that miel had thrashed most wildly on the stool?'
'Yeees?' Bedouin arched an eyebrow
'Then surely, Sir. Her bottom will be very swollen too?' crystal's voice was
sweet and filled with apparent helpfulness.
'Why yes, of course! You are a clever girl, crystal. I had completely
forgotten!' Bedouin beamed and secretly admired crystal for playing the game so
innocently.
miel, contending with the coldness in her womb and the clip that pursed her
labia together so tightly, looked up in horror at crystal as she spoke her fate.
'Why would she betray me? Why would she have me put through such torment?' miel
worried, concerned that she may have lost an ally.
crystal had not been fooled by Bedouin's apparent memory lapse, she had played
these scenes many times and knew when to take note and remember what might be
asked of her later. It amused Bedouin, she knew, and, she admitted quietly to
herself, it amused her too. Poor miel, she will learn, crystal convinced
herself.
As Bedouin parted miel's buttocks with one hand, exposing her most secret
entrance, his other hand drew another iced ball from the dish. He could see
that miel had contracted her muscle, probably through her anxiety and the cold
that must be numbing her sex. 'Hmmmm...' he mused, then pressed the ball into
the tight mouth. His thick thumb followed, pushing the ball up high into her
anus, the heat of her bottom was causing the ball to melt quickly and rivulets
of water ran over his wrist. He slowly reached for another and repeated his
torment.
miel knew what Bedouin was doing, she even noticed that, despite the degrading
nature of her torture, she was not blushing. Although she knew that ice was
being forced into her bottom she could barely feel it, anaesthetised by the cold
in her vagina. Not until his finger or thumb, she could not tell, pushed the
ice to the very top of her anus could she feel the cold seated in a different
place. Her mind was curiously detached, she could see nothing that she could do
but wait, she could not escape, she could not stop him, she would not beg him to
stop, too proud, so she would not even try to, miel tried to retain her dignity.
She felt Bedouin continue his filling of her, a deeper, firmer icy throb grew in
her bottom.
She sensed the cold in her sex was changing, it was no longer a numb sensation,
it was transmuting... the ice was slowly becoming fire, the cold felt like heat,
her vagina was beginning to glow with freezing fire!
'She will be feeling it now' he thought idly, and watched as water began to drip
from her labia, leaking through the grip of the clamp. He decided not to try to
keep the ice inside miel's bottom, her muscle is tight and strong enough to keep
them in. He realised, with more amusement, that it was unlikely that miel would
even try to push the ice out of herself, she was too genteel for such an
unseemly act. Instead, she would let it melt and drip to the floor, a gracious
compromise.
'Yes,' thought miel, 'The ice is burning me!' Her heart leaped with fear as her
sex began to throb and tingle, her nipples grew, and miel contracted her vaginal
muscles. Her walls closed around the ice, squeezing it, the fire burned more
fiercely and a lazy trickle of cooling water ran from her.
'Oh!' gasped miel to herself 'That was nice!'
Bedouin rose and walked towards crystal.
He stopped to admire her beautifully stretched breasts.
'You look lovely, my dear' his said in a soothing voice.
'Thank you, Sir' smiled crystal
Bedouin bent slightly, and kissed one extended nipple, flicking the taut peak
with his tongue and rolling it between the shining hoop.
'Time then, for your discipline' he whispered.
