Chapter 6: Into the Bedouin Camp
Adele’s narrative.
I squeezed Linda’s shaking hand as I told her my theory about Gadaffi and how he would not risk any further altercation with Western Governments now that they were about to lift the sanctions that had crippled his desert country since the Lockerbie bombing. I partly believed it but what was to stop the 3 of us totally disappearing without our government even knowing we had entered Algeria? I turned and looked at Linda and noted the small tear drops that were forming at the corners of her eyes. I leaned forward and licked them away before kissing her softly on the lips. The Bedouin guards either side of us smiled at each other as they watched and I realised that my tenderness towards my best friend probably only served to harden their cocks beneath their desert robes and possibly heighten their resolve to rape us before we had even reached our destination. However my kiss visibly relaxed Linda and I decided it was worth the risk just to ease her mind and body a little.
After what seemed hours the vehicles finally slowed down and I espied, ahead of us, a large encampment made up of two very large tents with many smaller ones surrounding them. The vehicles headed for the larger tents and came to a halt outside.
I was expecting Linda and I to be dragged from the rear seats by the large Bedouins that jumped quickly from the Range Rover; but instead they just stood beside the open doors and held out their weather worn hands as if inviting us to alight. The gestures were not those of captors and Linda and I took the offered hands and climbed from the vehicle. Once out into the hot sun we were ushered gently into one of the large tents; but not before I had a chance to see Curtis being offered the same inviting treatment as he was shown into the other large tent.
As Linda and I disappeared inside the darkness of the interior, compared to the blazing sunlight outside, it took our eyes several minutes to re-adjust. Linda was clutching my hand tightly like a frightened school girl and I squeezed her firmly in a bid of reassurance, although I still had no idea of what fate awaited us, and inside my heart was racing almost in blind panic. I felt that Linda was looking to me for re-assurance and I was not going to let her see that I was as terrified as she was.
However my fears decreased once my eyes had adjusted and I began to take in the plush interior of the tent. It was certainly very big and had brightly coloured cushions scattered around the carpeted floor. Huge drapes and multi coloured rugs hung down the sides of the canvas and several small, gold coloured, tables were distributed evenly between the large cushions with bowls of fruit, and carafes of wine and glasses, perched neatly on top.
My racing heart began to slow down and I felt Linda’s hand relax in my own.
This was not a prison or a torture chamber. This was pure luxury and opulence in the middle of The Sahara Desert. A solitary Bedouin had accompanied us inside and he now ushered us politely towards two large cushions in the centre of the tent and invited us to sit down. As we lowered our bodies onto the soft seating he picked up a carafe of white wine and poured two glasses. He smiled at us, the first facial expression we had seen from one of these nomadic tribesmen, as he handed each of us a glass of slightly chilled wine. He then turned and left the room without uttering a sound. I looked at Linda and we both had the same puzzled looks on our tanned faces. Together we began a more detailed look at our surroundings and it was Linda that drew my attention more closely to the huge rugs that adorned the ‘walls’ and flooring. Each rug had a different design but all of them with the same theme. All had pictures of naked men and women stitched expertly into the material; and all of them were in positions that left nothing to the imagination. I then began to notice other sexual items such as the tall candle holders in the shape of naked women and the many gold coloured bowls that held the fruit and were decorated with scenes of couples fornicating in more positions than the Khama Sutra.
This definitely was no holding prison. This was a love nest.
Linda and I began to talk in low voices about our surroundings and guess at what could happen to us when the covering over the entrance opened and a large Arab dressed in multi coloured robes entered, bowed slightly to us and touched his forehead, before smiling at us and saying, in excellent English;
“It is my delight and pleasure to welcome such lovely English roses into my home.”
Still smiling he approached us and took first my hand, kissed it softly, and then kissed Linda’s in the same manner.
“You are certainly wondering why you have been brought here and I offer my humble apologies for the upset you must have felt during your journey. However I will explain why you are here after you have had some sleep. But please be assured that you are safe and will remain so”
At that he left the tent and Linda and I sat talking about our situation. She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a small tin containing a small, but thick, joint of Moroccan Gold. She lit it and puffed deeply on the smoke before handing it to me. I inhaled deeply and passed it back. Before the joint had expired my mind was much more relaxed and we decided that the idea of sleep was good and, with our arms wrapped tightly around each other we laid our heads on the soft cushions and within minutes
Linda was fast asleep in my arms. My mind was too full of thoughts to drift off to sleep as quickly as Linda had done and I lay there thinking back to a time when I had last been screwed by an Arab. It had happened a few months earlier after I had moved to Morocco; through the haze of the drug my mind began to re-live that fantastic experience all over again
He was a handsome man, but built like a stallion, lean and muscular, but with a huge, veined, thick cock. We had met at a night club and he had chatted me up and whisked me off back to his penthouse apartment on the other side of the city in his stretched Mercedes limo.
His hands were all over me in the car and I couldn't wait to get into bed with him, it was going to be one hell of a love match.
We got to the apartment block and I stumbled trying to walk on some ridiculously high hells. He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me in to the lift.
