Untying the Camel (verse)

Make me worthy of You, and kin.
Or… hide, at least, my sad chagrin
from enemy whose power I’m in.’

Creator, though, was deaf to plea.
For—strolling round her, gloatingly
(like some bazaar bourgeoisie,
hawking wares’ fine qualities)—
Nurbek well understood her angst,
and did his best, that chain to yank.

With insolence man fairly dripped—
once sly, his cards now freely tipped.
So, sliding palm along her hip…
girl's round, elastic buttock gripped.
Scarily low, his fingers dipped,
till near to private parts they slipped.
She tried to flinch away from grope,
but minions’ grip soon squashed that hope.
And, moving with presumptuous ease,
he gave her flesh a ruthless squeeze,
then called out in a mocking key:
“This heifer will—you must agree—
amuse us all quite charmingly!
Just look at tender pliancy
of meat on haunches, plain to see!”

Mob ate up this wicked patter,
buzzing with salacious chatter.
And, strolling ‘round to girl’s front-side,
he cocked at them a knowing eye
(like rogue who in a friend confides).
His glance said: ‘just enjoy the ride’—
thus aimed to hook them, full allied,
to his squalid plans (well in stride).
“What’s more, fine tits on this one, eh?”
he called, with nod to Kanikay.
In hand, one luscious teardrop weighed…
then let it drop, with bouncing sway.
“Once she brings Ermek’s sons to foal,
such udders will stout lads bankroll.”

Then, leaning close, that vulgar troll
caught her nipple, gave it a roll.
He leered at how that sex-charged bolt,
made her innocent body jolt—
made her glassy eyes flutter,
made her breath catch and sputter.
And, to her, in private mutter
(greasier than ewe’s-milk butter):
“A word for you, though—as gutter-
tramp, who’ll soon have Ermek rut her.
Bastard boys do have their uses;
but, my son won’t brook excuses.
When a whore, with girls, effuses?
Marks herself for rare abuses.”

A weighty pause… then teat was freed.
Thug, stepping back, now drew a bead
on crotch, as he renewed his screed:
“Oh ho,” he cried theatrically,
“What’s this my friends? Do you all see
the same immoral signs as me,
discernable in slut’s pussy?
Dead khan’s bitch seems much in heat—
to flaunt her goods she deems a treat!!”

Tribesmen answered with raunchy wit,
and girl’s head ducked at sound of it.
First time her bearing did admit
the abject shame, that painful lit
upon her soul. She wished acquit
herself of slur—but emir hit
too near the truth! See: shed of kit,
those urges that so ill-befit,
were ‘tween her legs most plainly writ.
She felt hot surge of blood a-flit
in pussy, felt its pressure split
apart her clean-shaved folds, and clit
make poke out unabashed. She knit
her brow and prayed this world to quit—
at thought of sight so low, unfit.

Nurbek, to make a point of it,
plunged index finger in her slit.
She tried to wriggle off the spit,
but no escape did goons permit.
(And nor, though she be hypocrite,
did she sincerely want to shy
from ecstasy his touch supplied.)

Next, emir raised that digit high—
its sun-struck gleam to testify
to wetness flowing ‘twixt her thighs.
He laughed and barked triumphant cry:
“Whore’s cunt is drenched—it cannot lie!”
Then insults poured, like rain from sky;
till Kanikay heaved hopeless sigh—
chin drooped to chest, all mortified.

* * * * *

“Friends,” Nurbek called, with showman’s style,
“these pleasantries have made us smile!
But now, let’s put the tarts to trial!
High time for us to be beguiled,
by wanton show I pledged erstwhile.”

Gulsana, with meek nonchalance,
fell to dirt in prompt response;
firm on hands-and-knees ensconced.
Then—nodding she should do the same—
Kanikay’s guards released their claim.
But, mindful of her royal name,
with shaky breath, girl stayed her frame—
still bent on flouting Nurbek’s aim.

“Once more defy me, wayward pup?
This game’s not played while standing up!”
So Nurbek chided, tongue a-clack.
Then (patience being thing he lacked),
with vicious shove in small of back,
sent princess sprawling—floor to smack.
Dust-cloud made her cough and hack;
yet caught herself, and saved her rack
a nasty scrape along the track.
Still: her pose fit man’s conceit.
Nude on all fours, at his feet,
eating dirt in noonday heat—
for his abuses, easy treat.

Eyes wary, Kanikay peered round
through tangled locks, at packed surrounds.
Beating path through mob, she found,
were Nurbek’s men—and with them, bound
by ropes, a camel. Rough they hounded
mulish brute; then, set to pound
two wooden stakes into the ground—
on these, beast’s lead-ropes would be wound.

Around both posts, with gestures grand,
they formed big knots, right on the sand.
‘Twas cunning how they looped the strands,
with show of being even-hand—
yet (she saw), her snarl they planned
would be much harder to disband.
She guessed it was Nurbek’s command.

Brave, her voice cut through crowd’s chat,
loud grating, like some she-hellcat.
“What deceit does Nurbek play at?”
And (glanced up from where lay flat),
she snared their eyes; cold venom spat:
“He’s rigged it for the serving brat!
Duped you all—thinks you’re dingbats!”

Midst throng, these words roused discontent:
churning waves of vexed ferment.
True, they’d endorsed Nurbek’s ascent;
yet… culture had a wayward bent.
Nomads were prone to quick dissent—
by their own code and judgement meant
to act, not fawningly consent.
So, though they’d hailed this sick event,
and approved her nude torment—
still, sporting ruled their firmament:
a fair-played match was their intent.

Nurbek wasn’t deaf to their mood,
and acted fast to head off feud.
With sweeping blow, aimed at the crude
lout at Gulsana’s post, he strewed
the menial across the earth.
“This knot (you bitch’s afterbirth),
is laughable, yet without mirth!”
To another: “Repair this dearth—
dishonesty I grant no berth.
Make both ties of equal worth!”

Khan’s daughter gave a thin-lip smile—
for once she’d outfoxed Nurbek’s guiles.
Small victory, yet well worthwhile.

* * * * *

Yes: though she may have stooped in mire;
Kanikay’s soul retained its fire.
Her breast swelled resolute, inspired
to win the upcoming bout. Prior
to that, though, she dared acquire
sly glance at foe—to swift inquire
what she’d face when match transpired.

Self-assurance, perhaps, she thought
to boost. But if so, was caught
wrong-foot. What princess saw was fraught—
Gulsana stared back, un-distraught,
from right there in her own prone spot,
with air as if she cared for naught.

That rude wench had seemed flat before;
doused spark, reft of esprit-de-corps.
But now, crouched on arena floor,
eying each other with cool candor,
Kanikay reassessed the score.
Servant flashed a flinty core—
her glare, stern jaw, defiant swore
that tameness was mere mask she wore.
That to betters, she’d yield no more.

Still, Kanikay stood confident.
More time with livestock ropes she’d spent
than any drudge of low descent.
And too, she’d watched with hawk’s intent
as strings were twined. She was content
she’d quickly make her knot relent.
She’d have that binding circumvent,
whilst dimwit still to first loop bent.

And then, all chance for thoughts had run.
Emir, noisy clapping hands, spun
out his command: “Time we’d begun!
You know the rules. When knot’s undone,
the victory’s gained. Yet: must be won
by teeth alone. She who lifts one
finger forfeits—and prize she’ll none.
Now girls… to stakes! Let’s start the fun!”

Fast, Kanikay crawled to her post.
Cruel jeers and heckles of the host
weighed on her bare-skin back. But most
galling of all? Emir could boast
that she, lass who’d never brooked riposte,
now scuttled ‘round at his dispose—
a beetle toyed with as he chose.

She reached the stake, and craned in close—
to grimy strands set lips and nose.
Tried shut out circus that enclosed;
and toward rope-snarl all thoughts compose.
Not easy though. Even in throes
of match, coy call of Eros
with whispers threatened to depose
her will, and brutish lusts impose.

Girl’s filthy mood was predisposed,
by graphic way she was exposed.
See: knot demanded flat repose:
head down, knees wide, ass skyward posed.
And with thighs spread (soft ruddy-rose
of pussy to the world disclosed…)
fair part of crowd—she knew for fact—
had sightline down her virgin tract.
What’s worse, the way the girl was stacked
left areolae snugly-packed
‘gainst gritty ground. Such rough contact
was sweet torment; and soon impact
made cunt, with gush of wet react.

Loomed up behind, Nurbek was blessed
with bird’s eye view of show. And rest
assured, he took the chance to jest
at her expense. To horde, addressed
in booming bass: “Who here guessed
they’d see khan’s darling, full undressed—
the splendid dangle of her breasts;
her asshole to us manifest?!
And look at how her clit’s out-pressed,
her entrance gaped—the sin’s confessed!
With unchaste greed (these signs attest),
slut longs to be by cock possessed,
and virtue evermore divest!”
Hooting and laughing, crowd expressed
they were, with emir’s jibes, impressed.

* * * * * * * * * *

- Part IV: Kanikay gets deflowered -

Yet, though hard-buffeted by shame
and lust, she didn’t lose her aim.
No—Kanikay kept to the game.
Like rabid dog (eyes aflame),
she gnawed and tore the hairy
rope that bound cursed dromedary—
fangs bared, snarl downright scary.

Six loops, she gauged, must be unbound,
before her victory could be crowned.
But those cords, all snaked and wound,
begrudged to yield her any ground.
Still she persisted—drooling, spitting—
till fibers softened, permitting
her to make some way. No quitting
for this maid; no doubts admitting.
And so, at last, incisors gritting,
she tugged loose that first tight-fitting
coil. Buoyed up, her hopes went flitting!

From there, Kanikay raised the pace—
the second loop was prompt unlaced;
and then the third. That meant the race
was halfway through! Feeling braced,
she peeked at foe; and found red-faced
Gulsana had lagged in chase.
Poor teeth, slow wits, had hurt her case—
and now, stuck on twist number two,
jade’s mounting angst was showing through.
With lead like this, Kanikay knew,
her victory would soon come due.

Alas, Nurbek was plenty shrewd.
He saw (from gains princess accrued),
his schemes were swift coming unglued—
and plan for this, he’d fully brewed.
“As I recall,” he icy stewed,
“when such sports were of old pursued,
the lad who flicked his prick ‘gainst nude
backside of wench would be endued
with great renown. Such lauditude
swelled even more, if could intrude
her female gate. So: what’s the mood?
Shall we grant Ermek latitude,
to flaunt his virile aptitude?!”

These vile words broke Kanikay’s gait:
body tensed; cold sweat; spiked heart-rate.
How could elder dare think such hate-
filled thoughts—let ‘lone to plainly state?
Mob gave no sign to hesitate,
though; just commenced to celebrate.
The promise of this carnal fete
made males so apt to salivate,
they lost all will to remonstrate
against cruel emir-reprobate.

Two rugged boots, with heavy stride,
were planted ‘neath her doe-eyed
gaze. Peered up, uncertain, she scryed
the steel-grey stare of Ermek. Pride
of the nation, he—well supplied
with strength and grace. Great feats astride
his horse had done; and ne’er felt chide
of grim defeat. If truth confide,
mere month before, she would have died
of joy to be to Ermek tied—
by sacred vows, his willing bride.
Now, cringed there, honor cast aside,
sole way to show she still defied
him, was to spit a weak broadside
in dust o’er which he did preside.

Her disrespect made lad’s lip smirk.
She tried break free, resume her work—
but, with gaze she couldn’t shirk,
he held her there, in spellbound murk.
Eyes locked, each moment seemed an hour—
hero's face showed haughty glower.
Girl faked boldness, midst her cower,
but knew she was defenseless flower.
Then, without sign or protocol,
he loosed (with air of manly gall)
his drawstring, and let trousers fall.

She caught her breath in shocked dismay.
You see: maid raised like Kanikay,
in rarified, patrician way,
ne’er thought to glimpse till wedding day,
a penis out on bald display.
No human penis, anyway.
Her reference was the swordplay
of those stallions father let to spray
their seed—full engorged and springing
on his mares. And… set bells ringing
how near this organ, lewd swinging
before her, came to pinging
that high mark. Her brain was singing!
Could all men such staves be slinging?!
And, ‘neath pants, to love sly bringing?!

Well, girl lacked facts, midst virgin shroud.
But, truth? Ermek was rare endowed.
Mere sight of such a lance made crowd
proclaim their awe and wonder loud.
Time slowed as she gazed up there, cowed—
whilst inky eye, cold, faced her down.
‘Twas mammoth tool, hued ruddy brown—
straight, stately shaft all rumpled-‘round
with drawn foreskin. What made her frown,
though, was how thing did redound
with life—in knobby veins: the pound
of blood; in ballsac: teeming bound
of seed; and in wide, fleshy crown:
expectant twitch, like braced wolfhound.

* * * * *

Abrupt, man shifted from her sight;
and trance was broken, put to flight.
Gulping bitter at her plight,
Kanikay tried to shed some light
on how far back she’d dropped in fight.

No doubt that Nurbek’s devilish plot
had got results. While she was caught
by Ermek’s cock, dazed, besot—
right on ahead Gulsana’d shot.
Loops two and three of wench’s knot
were fully freed, and now she fought
to loosen fourth. Oh, scene was fraught;
and princess was consumed by thought
that she’d slipped down to loser’s spot.

She turned lips, frantic, back to stake.
But right away, there came fresh break
in concentration. Subtle quake
of air, light brush on calves, must take
away all doubt—Ermek had staked
out place between her legs. Bold rake
was set, to take what he would take.

Kanikay’s soul flinched, dejected.
Knowing, way she was inflected
(head down, rump to sky projected),
meant her gash gaped unprotected—
by this cad freely inspected…
and to his lusts, quite subjected.

What to do? Give hips coy twist?
Try to flee? Stand and raise fists?
If such-wise she strove resist,
her chastity might brief persist.
But what then? She would have kissed
all chance to win goodbye; and soon—
when she was Ermek’s whore dragooned—
her honor’d be the same impugned.
Hell, Nurbek, too, might dip harpoon!
Then she’d bear their bastard platoon…
and when beauty waned, be marooned
with who-knows-what old gap-tooth loon.

Stuck at this cruel impasse, she wracked
her brain. And while thus took-aback,
her sacrum felt a leaden thwack.
From fighters’ whoops and rude wisecracks,
she knew Ermek had pleased the claque
by slapping cock on her bareback
ass. Then twice, and thrice, such whacks
hit home—declaring by these smacks:
‘Your female jewels I plan ransack,
but not by means of sly hijack.
So, you’ve been warned: brace for attack!’

Kanikay knew her time was spent,
and made her choice. To try prevent
Ermek’s assault, would just cement
her ruin. Truth was, this strange event
was her sole hope—and she still meant
to win it. Mulish, thus, she bent
all efforts toward the rope—intent
to bite and heave, till knot relent.
Her power reached just that extent;
to everything else, she must consent.

No secret what was coming next.
Girl’s pelvis twitched, back anxious flexed—
as for first time, she was transgressed
by manly organ, shameless pressed
into the softness of her sex.
Firm up-down stroke of cock in slit
was glorious. It made her clit
jump hungrily; and caused fresh hit
of wet to flow, till the surfeit
dripped down her thighs in rivulets.

Maid’s tanned face was a hot beet-red—
her forlorn eyes, for reprieve pled.
Still, breathing hard, she kept her head
to knot. And, with unlooked-for haste,
the fourth loop came right quick unlaced!
Fine exploit; but there was no grace
to savor it. For princess faced,
that same instant, the bitter taste
of new outrage. Ermek had paced
ahead, and got his spear emplaced
midst her inner folds. Bald-faced
lad now gripped her shapely waist—
penis poised ‘gainst her hole, firm-braced.

Allah forgive her! This unchaste
thing was happening! Her heart raced:
never could she have dreamed a case
where virginhood would be erased,
in way that left her so abased—
nor too, in such a public place.
What slave was ever thus defaced,
or tolengut likewise disgraced?!

But Kanikay, this cruel hour,
learned that fate trumps kingly power.
Maker, from His heav’nly tower,
stern decreed (her soul to scour)
that just thus she’d be deflowered.
So, with grunt and hungry glower,
Ermek made a start to plow her.
Pinned, Kanikay couldn’t cower
away—and with brief twinge of pain,
girl’s sad story came all too plain.
Her hymen was by cock profaned—
maiden virtue ever stained.

* * * * * * * * * *

- Part V: Kanikay gets railed -

O’er the taunts of the rowdy host,
came proud-father Nurbek’s boast.
“Most here, I daresay, have cock-tamed
a virgin, and felt thrill to claim
maid’s innocence. But can you name
one, save Ermek, who’s this way shamed
a khan’s daughter? Such a fine game—
sweet maidenhead breached and defamed;
choice lass, whore-rendered with blame!
What man wouldn’t warm to such flame?”

As dishonor surged through her frame,
she feared weakness’d turn muscles lame.
But somehow, Kanikay (squeezing
eyes shut), kept herself from seizing
up. Laying pain aside, freezing
it out, she bent all to easing
knot—lips slobbering, teeth teasing,
in grim slog of rope-appeasing.

Still—sensations that through her coursed,
had a kind of magnetic force,
drawing consciousness toward the source:
vagina strained by intercourse.
Oh, how she’d yearned to be so used—
and (when in hot fantasies snoozed)
oft dreamed that the boy who abused
her, was bold Ermek. Now (she mused),
that vision’d been with life infused.
So, even if she was misused,
midst outrage she could not excuse—
her instincts pled a different view.
Yes, bliss-filled flesh just urged she choose
to savor way their bodies fused.

With door to girl’s temple pushed wide,
Ermek now ventured to preside
o’er its desecration. He plied
firm fingers in her curved backside;
then steadily began to guide
himself deeper. His rarified
organ, rammed down her untried
virginity… no doubt this ride
would always be tight. Yet, fierce tide
of longings in her loins supplied
sufficient slack and damp, that glide
to her depths could not be denied.

Feel of cock prying her apart:
the pressure of man’s silk-sheathed dart
midst cunt’s slow-yielding taut… oh, heart
did quiver at masculine art—
limbs did shiver—despite the smart
of shame…. She feared she’d stray off-chart.
She had to beat her counterpart
Gulsana—but… hard to impart
care to her knot, when fair part
of her thirsted like some lewd tart!

Caught on this knife’s-edge, tensions throbbed.
As brute, with plunge of eager knob,
girl's dignity did steady rob…
she fought hard to focus—to block
out the raw drumbeat that knocked
in her brain, and willpower rocked—
and so keep her mouth at the job.
This diligence made Nurbek mock:
“See how bravely bull mounts the stock?
And cow just takes it, without squawk!
I said—insertion of his cock
would surely break her churlish balk!”

Before long, Ermek reached his goal—
stuffing her with full length of pole.
He crushed groin hard on her asshole,
and with ball tap, her clit cajoled.
The way he filled her, thrilled her soul—
and reflexive, made her pelvis squirm.
To feel her tract stretched by firm
of penis—to covet its sperm?