A deadly Arabian




Hind was a 38-year-old drop-dead beautiful Arabian woman who opted for
isolation in a remote spot after her husband was killed during one of the
raids they used to wage on passing merchant convoys together with the help of
other men loyalist to her husband, Obada.

She took the life of the man who killed her husband but still she was deeply
sad over the death of her beloved husband. She took all her property - 27
goats, four camels and two horses, including the one she rides - and left the
tribe for good.

Hind was so beautiful; a perfect woman. She had long soft pitch-black hair,
dark wide eyes, white-complexioned skin, strong muscled hands and a pair of
huge thighs and calves that are as strong as steel.

Her parents were originally Persian and traveled all the way to the Arabian
Peninsula to seek a better luck in the trade of fabrics when she was only
three years old. She grew up in the Arabian environment and was so cute when
she reached the age of adolescence.

She got to know her husband, Obada, when she was 18. He fell in love with her
and she loved him too. He taught her all that she knew in life: riding,
sword-dueling, archery and the use of spears. Hind spent four years in hard
tough training. She had wished her husband would take her in one of those
raids on trade convoys to put all the theories she learned into action, but
Obada would not let her do so.

He was so afraid she might get harmed but she kept persuading him to let her
make her debut on the stage of killing and looting.

One day Obada came to Hind and asked her to go with him on a raid but
instructed her to remain away and settle for the use of bows. She agreed.

Hind took her position behind some bushes. She was wearing a short brown
dress, a black bandana and an old pair of strap sandals, a large thick black
belt equipped with a sword and a dagger. The way she kept herself
well-prepared and focused seemed like a lioness lurking for a prey.

The convoy began to draw near. It included three camels laden with a lot of
food and drinks. Obada and four armed men attacked the convoy that had only
five guards. Obada killed the first one and ran in the direction of another
raising his sword in the air to land it on his head when he found the guard's
neck was pierced by an arrow. The man fell down and Obada looked at Hind and
gave her an appreciative grin. She smiled in triumph.

Hind was watching the fight so closely with another arrow prepared to bring
another man down. She watched for the leader of the convoy mounting a camel
and encouraging the men to fight. The man did not see Hind who was aiming her
arrow at him. In a flash, the man fell down heavily from the camel with the
end of an arrow in his right eye and the tip penetrating his head from the
back.

Hind was more than accurate in archery. It has not happened even for once that
she missed a target hare or bird.

The first test for Hind was marvelous. Her husband was so happy with her. She
did two of the men in the convoy, including its leader. They took all the
food, drinks, money and camels and went back to their tents.

Four years of relentless training has paid off for Hind. She was versatile
with all kinds of weapons as well as wrestling. Obada, an experienced
gangster, taught his wife all that he knew that her talents even outstripped
his. Throughout the years, Hind was indispensable in all later raids.
Sometimes when her husband was sick or busy in the market selling the loot
they snatched by the sword, Hind was leading the men in several raids and her
success was unblemished.

She killed hundreds of men with her sword and spear that she couldn't live for
a while without shedding some blood, for which her lust was insatiable. Taking
men's lives was more like a game for Hind, a name that is a variant synonym of
"sword."

During the most recent raid, Obada was dueling a man who managed to deliver a
lethal stab into Obada's heart. He died instantly. Hind was so concerned to
find Obada lying on the ground bleeding profusely. She gave a horrible shout
of vengeance and rushed her horse in the direction of the man who killed her
husband. The man was so scared of the female warrior that he froze in his
place. She swung her sword and with a strong hit decapitated him in a flash.

She dismounted and ran towards Obada who was already drawing his last breath.
She burst into a crying fit, thinking she will never see her beloved husband
again.

She was sitting alone one night remembering her many good times with Obada and
smiled to herself while preparing herself a good meal of bread and camel milk,
which all Arabs then believed giving men strength and good health.

The fire Hind was lighting drew the attention of a group of seven thieves, who
were hungry for food and drinks.

They drew closer and closer to see how many people are there but found no one.
They attempted to have a look inside the tent when a man fell down after an
arrow pierced his neck from the scruff. Hind jumped down from a tree facing
her tent with a sword in her hand.

The men were shocked to see that it was a woman who killed their fellow thief
with such a skillful accurate shot. Hind was standing with a wicked smile on
her lips.

"You'd better give up otherwise your pretty face will be maimed. I just want
to eat, drink and perhaps get laid for this night," said a huge man,
apparently the leader of this gang.

"You know, you just came in time. I was really thirsty for blood, my favorite
drink. You'd better spare your life and the lives of your men and go away. I
would consider pardoning you if you and your men apologized for attacking my
tent. You should know that the only form of apology I accept is kneeling down
before me and kissing my feet for forgiveness. I would accept no less than
this," said Hind so confidently.

The men laughed wildly and ridiculed her for a moment while she was standing
still with sword in hand.

"I guess this means my offer was turned down. I really hate when my offers are
turned down. Guess I'll have to convince you, but don't say you have not been
warned," Hind said coldly.

The leader stopped laughing and his men followed. "Zurayb, go get me her sweet
head," the leader ordered one man who dashed at Hind with a strike from his
sword, but she adeptly evaded it. They dueled for a while. Hind was so swift
and maintained the defending position that the man grew more and more
desperate to have his sword touch any part of her body. With a lightning
speed, Hind left a long scar on the man's left cheek and then another on his
right, then took a few steps back.

Zurayb was in pain and blood gushed out from his wounds. He was so angry and
took an ill-calculated rush towards Hind, who jumped in the air and plucked
the man's head off his body with a quick strike from her sword. Hind marched
towards the decapitated head and kicked it away in the gang's direction with
her right foot as if it were a ball.

The thieves were so scared to see their friend's head rolling in front of them
that one of them could not stand it and threw up.

Hind was standing so calmly and confidently with a grin of derision showing on
her face. "Should I wait for long? Who's next, brave men?" she asked.

"Qasim, if you killed her I'll give you 10,000 dirham. Just kill her for me,"
ordered the leader. Qasim emerged with heavy steps towards Hind, who threw her
sword and dagger away. Emboldened by what Hind did, Qasim aimed his sword at
her and ran in her direction. She evaded the attempts so effortlessly and then
kicked his face with her left bare foot.

Qasim fell on his back but stood up clutching still to his sword. He tried
again to deliver a stab but Hind was too good for Qasim's attempts. She kicked
his sword-holding hand and the sword fell away on the ground. He tried to pick
it up but was kicked in the face again.

He lied on his back and Hind flew up and landed her right foot on his exposed
stomach, then returned to her earlier position. Qasim was in pain that he took
a minute to stand on his feet. This time Hind did not wait for him and stepped
slowly towards him and gave him another kick in the stomach. He bent down and
then she placed his head between her anaconda- like thighs in a reverse
position and pressed so hard that Qasim's face turned red after a short while.
Hind's thigh muscles bulged as she kept pressing and finally Qasim, who could
not endure the pressure on his neck, was strangled to death in between Hind's
upper part of legs and fell facedown as she opened her legs.

"Come on, there are still four of you. Who's next?" asked Hind while resting
her right foot on Qasim's back.

The men were so hesitant that no one dared make an initiative despite their
leader's encouragement.

"It seems no one is willing to fight me. Well, I guess the leader should set
an example for his men. Come and fight, strong man," Hind invited the chief
gangster to a fight. He felt so embarrassed in front of his men. The three men
of his gang he has seen killed so easily made him so hesitant as to accept a
fight with Hind. He took a few steps forward and with each step he wished he
would take it back. Suddenly, he stopped.

"Is your offer still available?" the leader asked in a meek tone. Hind laughed
loudly. "Ha, it seems the leader has turned out to be a chicken. Is this your
leader?" she said, addressing the three men left.

"Mmmm! Let me think. You are asking whether my offer is still available ...
well, it is still available but with new conditions. I had offered all of you
to kiss my feet if you want me to pardon you. That condition of course is
still on, but if you want me to spare all of you, you have to swallow my urine
and eat my feces. I have drunk and eaten too much tonight and I need to
dispose of those things inside me. You see, I don't like polluting the place
where I live, so do you agree?" she asked.

The leader was hesitant again but he had no choice if he really wanted to stay
alive. "I agree," he said. "No, all your men must agree too. If any one
refused, I'll kill all of you," said Hind firmly.

The offer was so humiliating for the gangsters but that was the only solution
available to save themselves. Finally, they all agreed. "Well. First of all
the four of you must kneel in front of me and kiss my two feet asking for
forgiveness," Hind said as she walked towards a big rock and sat herself down.

The men marched towards Hind and were ordered to stop. "Now stand in a queue
and one by one wait for my signal to kneel down and kiss my feet until I order
you to stop. Let's begin with the leader," she said. They stood one after the
other in a queue and the leader was the first to receive the signal, which was
Hind's finger pointing down to kneel and kiss her feet. The leader kissed
Hind's feet for about 20 minutes until he was ordered to stop. His men
followed the same rituals.

"In fact, I did not like your performance. The kissing and begging were not
much to the standard I expected from men who were about to die but saved
thanks to my mercy. You need a little shaping up, I guess. All of you take off
your clothes and lie facedown on the ground," she ordered. The men were
reluctant but could not do anything except to obey.

Hind entered the tent to bring her whip. She emerged with a whip in her right
hand and a sword in the left. "If anyone of you rose his body without my
permission, he would be beheaded by my sword. You must take the punishment
courageously otherwise you die," she warned as she marched with her bare feet
on the backs of the men lying side by side.

She kept flogging their backs mercilessly for nearly half an hour amidst cries
and shrieks of pain on the part of the men. No one of them dared move for fear
of the sword in her hand. They thought flogging would be much better than
beheading and so they took all the flagellation that Hind gave them.

"Now the feet-kissing ritual again, but this time with more passion, I guess.
Otherwise I'll think I have failed to convince you and I don't like the
feeling of failure," she hissed as she sat herself on the rock again. "Now
stand in a queue again," she ordered.

The men rose heavily from the pain they have just received and stood in a
queue. One by one kissed Hind's two feet with passion and sincere sentiment of
begging for her forgiveness.

"Well. Well, that is much better, I think. Now to the second condition. On
your knees in a line with hands resting on the ground behind your backs and
faces looking at the sky and mouths wide open," she commanded, still sitting
on the big rock.

They all did as told. Hind stood up and advanced slowly in front of the men,
taking a piece of cloth that was covering her groin. Beginning with the
leader, Hind had his looking-up face in between her thighs, lowered her bottom
closer and began to defecate into his open mouth. "If any of you missed an
ounce of my precious things, he will be killed before he knew what has
happened," she warned.

The men were so keen not to miss a piece or drop of Hind's feces and urine.
She moved herself from mouth to mouth until she depleted all her solid and
liquid waste inside the four men. They were chewing Hind's shit as if it were
the ordinary thing to do. She returned to her rock again and sat so proudly.

"Did you enjoy your meals?" she asked. "Yes, very much," they answered almost
in unison. "I have good news for you. I pardoned you all. You may stay alive,
but I have something else to tell you. I am here all by myself in this remote
area, and I really need a few persons to serve me and care for my needs, so I
think I'll keep you as slaves for me. I'll guarantee you good daily meals,
exactly the same thing I eat, what do you think?" she suggested, taking her
sword in her right hand.

The men had no time to think and they unanimously agreed. "OK, now. My feet
are killing me. I need to have them washed. You, the leader guy! There is a
small well over there. Take this bowl and fetch some water to wash my feet.
The rest of you lie facedown on the ground," she ordered.

The naked leader fetched the water as commanded and took Hind's feet and
washed so neatly in between the toes. She felt so relaxed. The men's leader
was then ordered to bring his own clothes and use them to dry Hind's feet,
which he did. She then rose her right toes to the man's mouth. "Suck them one
by one and lick between my toes," she instructed, ordering the men to stand up
and face her.

"See, your leader seems to be doing his best to make me pleased. I expect the
same from you. Any misconduct on the part of any of you three persons, the
punishment will be death to the offender and the leader. Your leader is now
accountable for your good conduct and limitless submission. I will tell
everyone of you about his tasks and duties to remember and keep performing so
well. The man sucking my toes right now will be my human horse. I will ride
him about the area because I like to keep my real horse comforted except for
faraway outings. You, the thin one will take care of my farts. I like to fart
but I don't like the smell, so your lungs will take all that bad odor away.
You the third one will massage and wash my feet and toes whenever I need you.
The fourth one will lick my toes every night until and during my sleep. I
expect to wake up finding you still licking them, understood?" she instructed.

The men all nodded in quick responses. "From now on, you will address me as
Mistress Hind, is it clear?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress Hind," they replied.

"Good! It seems you have learnt your lessons quite well. Now I need a guard
standing outside my tent every night. You shall hold no weapons at all. If
anything wrong happened, all the guard has to do is to wake me up and I'll
take care of everything, but this only in cases of emergency, otherwise the
guard will be killed for waking me up. If your sick minds told you that you
should attempt to attack me while I am sleeping, don't think of this because
it will never happen. The punishment will be so severe: a very violent death
of the four of you," she instructed. "Now I am going to sleep. Come with me,
toe man, to pamper my toes with your tongue while I am sleeping and you too,
fart man, come with me," she ordered.

Hind entered her tent and sat on the side of the bed, taking the kneeling fart
man's head between her thighs and sent several farts into his mouth and nose
which both worked as inhaling machines to spare Mistress Hind smelling any of
them. She then ordered him to get out and sleep outside the tent.

She lied on her back and ordered toe man to start traveling his tongue in
between all her toes. The toe pampering and licking gave her a nice feeling of
relaxation and she fell into a deep sleep.

The next day when Hind woke up in the early morning, she found toe man lying
on his back in a deep sleep. She was so angry. She got off the bed and walked
on tiptoes and stopped at the man's face. She left her right foot and crushed
the man's face with a massively strong kick of her heel. A sea of blood flowed
from his nose and mouth.

Hind then went out the tent. The two guards and their leader all knelt down to
kiss her feet. She sat down on the rock and ordered the leader to bring the
man inside the tent and tie his hands and legs before her.

In a moment, toe man had all his limbs tied and was positioned on the ground
just before her feet. She then ordered the men to dig a big deep hole in the
ground to fit toe man's body, which they did in a moment. After a while toe
man was in the hole with only his head appearing from the ground before her
feet.

"You have been negligent about your duty, toe man. There is no excuse for you,
so I sentenced you to die," she addressed toe man coldly in a tone that gives
no impression of any second thoughts. The man cried and pleaded for his life,
but that only made her give him her wicked grin. She took off her loin cloth
and stuffed it into the man's mouth to muffle his cries. She slowly stretched
her right foot and wiped it across the man's face several times.

Hind's toes were so lovely and cute. They were soft and unpolished. She had
long beautiful toenails which she used to take care of.

She scratched toe man's forehead with her big toenail and cut small pieces of
his facial flesh with her deadly long nails. She then placed her big toenails
of both feet into toe man's two eyes. She pressed her big toes so strongly
into the man's eyeballs and in seconds she gouged them.

Blood flowed profusely from the man's eyes and all his cries of pain were
muffled by the loin cloth stuffed into his mouth. She then had his nose in
between her big and second toes of her right foot and blocked off any air in
or out his nostrils. In a minute the man, who could not breathe, died after
his face went so pale.

"This is the punishment for the serious crime of not serving me exactly the
way I desire. I took this negligent man's life to make a point here. I don't
think that any of you would dare fail to serve me quite well, huh?" said Hind,
who was still placing her toes on the dead man's face.

"Now, take this piece of shit's body and bury it away quickly. I have many
tasks for all of you," she commanded. Driven by scare, the three men took
their fellow's body and carried it away to bury it. In minutes they have all
finished and ran back to Hind.

"Well. That's is good. Why are you standing? Whenever I address you, I expect
you all kneeling down before me in waiting for my orders," she said. The men
all knelt down with their heads bowing in respect for their beautiful female
owner.

"I will now take a round about the place on my horse man's back. Upon my
return, I expect my breakfast ready. I want bread, porridge and dates," she
said, standing on her feet and walking to the gang leader-turned-pony. She
ordered him to stand and carry her by inserting his head in between her thighs
and lift her up so she may sit on his back.

Hind sat her buttocks on the man's back and ordered him to stretch out his
hands for her to rest her feet on. She was not comfortable in her position.
She ordered him to bring her down on the ground and fetch a saddle and a pair
of stirrups laid by her horse.

He brought her the saddle and the pair of stirrups as she ordered. Hind put
them on her newly-enslaved human horse, who was instructed to bend his back in
a reversed L shape. The professional rider jumped on his back and sat herself
on the saddle and put her two bare feet into the stirrups. "Ah. This is much
better. I am feeling comfortable now. OK, horsie. Take me for a ride about the
place. Go slow so I would enjoy every second of it," Hind said as she was
hitting her human horse on his sides with both feet.

Horsie took Hind for a good ride for roughly an hour. She was laughing her
head off and seemed to be very happy that her efforts to break a gang leader
into submission have remarkably paid off. Hind was dominant by nature. The
ruthless desert life and the long record of killing and bloodshed have made
her a formidable woman.

Perhaps the seven-man gang had never thought the moment they intended to
approach her tent that they would end up like this: three killed in combat
with Hind, one killed later in punishment for the awful crime of not attending
well to her, two serving her breakfast and the leader is turned into a human
pony for her to ride.

In less than a day, Hind had totally destroyed the gang. She killed nearly
half the gang and made good use of the others as slaves that are willing to
serve her with devotion otherwise they would end up like their fellow gangster
who was maimed and easily killed with just two toes of Hind's right foot.

Hundreds of the men killed by Hind must be now cursing in their graves the
moment they had encountered her for nearly all the men she took their lives
have never thought for a second that they would meet their end at a woman's
hands, and may be feet. Now they have all the time in the world to admit they
were DEAD wrong.

Hind returned on her horsie to the tent for breakfast, which was ready and
neatly served for her. She dismounted and order her human pony to get down on
all fours so that she would use his back as a chair. "While I am not riding
you, you get down on all fours to be my chair. Of course you understand," she
instructed. The man assumed the position Hind commanded. She sat herself down
on the pony-now-chair former gang leader.

"Ah. I am soooo hungry. You'd better serve me a good breakfast or you'll damn
the day when ever get to know or see me," she threatened with a growl. She
began to eat when suddenly she paused.

"Hey, you two kneeling before me. Whenever you see me eat, one of you dive his
nose into my ass hole and the other rub my both feet with his tongue. Take
turns to acquire the experience. The one who sniffs my fart would do the
rubbing next time and vice versa, do you understand?" she instructed.

"Yes, lady. It is understood," one of the two kneeling men replied, a moment
before he received a slap on his left cheek with Hind's ball of right foot.
"From now on all of you are to address me by the title Goddess. Any other form
of address is punishable by death, is it understood?"

"Understood, Goddess," the three men replied in unison. She was glad with
their total unsuspected submission to her. Hind was so serious in her threats
and she always gave her commands while curling her lips in despise. She did it
deliberately to send a message to the men-servants that she thinks of them as
nothing but worthless creatures born only to please her.

The men were more than convinced of her overwhelming power and influence over
them. The convincing was accentuated by a recent demonstration: the massacre
of their fellow who dared fail to be up to her expectations.

Hind was eating avidly. She seemed to have enjoyed her breakfast. One man was
pampering her toes with his tongue and the other had his head in between her
fleshy strong thighs inhaling her numerous farts.

"Oooh. Take those farts away. I don't want to smell them. I don't like them
but of course you adore them, don't you?" she asked flirtatiously. The man
uttered a muffled "yes, Goddess" while inhaling and inhaling the countless
smelly farts coming from Hind's shit hole.

Hind sported a triumphant smile to find herself served by three men devotedly
in the same time: one serving as a chair, the other as a fart- inhaler and the
third as a toe tongue-using masseur.

She finished her breakfast but stayed in her position to enjoy the serving.
"Of course you are hungry now. I think none of you had his meal yet. Ok,
whenever you see me finish my food and stand up, the three of you together
kneel before me with their foreheads nearly two inches at my feet begging for
your meals, otherwise you will be punished by being left starved for a whole
day. You have to ask for food and drink so politely. After all it is me who
feeds the three of you, remember?" she said with a tone of powerful owner.

Hind stood up and the three men in a flash had their foreheads in a
prostrating position almost touching her feet and asking for their meals.

"Good servants. That is what I expect from you. Now on your backs with mouths
wide open," she ordered. The men laid on their backs one beside the other and
opened their mouths as commanded. Hind squatted down over the first man's face
and aimed her shit hole into his mouth and began to give a spluttering sound
followed by a big solid brown banana that landed smoothly into the inside of
the man's mouth.

She moved to the second and gave him a shorter column of feces and then
another short one. The men were munching their meals gladly that they seemed
they have always been familiar since their birth with Goddess Hind's waste.

Hind then stood up and placed her two legs on both sides of the third man's
head. She squatted over his face like she did with the other servants and were
pushing so hard that her face went red to eventually bring out a big scaly
piece of brown waste that filled the man's mouth. She ordered the third one to
clean her ass hole and he rose her head a little to extend his tongue to the
source of the servants' food. He kept cleaning Hind's shit hole and its
vicinity until she was entirely clean.

"Now it's time for the drinks. Listen, I thought that the best thing to avoid
wasting any drop of my precious golden nectar is to have three big jugs for
you to drink from. Each one will have his own jug to ask me modestly to fill
it with my pee. Is it clear?" she asked as she stood up.

"Clear, Goddess," the men said while still on their backs chewing Hind's
feces. Hind went inside the tent and brought three big jugs and sat on the big
rock beside her tent.

"Now lie facedown, crawl in my direction, rise on your knees and ask politely
for your drinks," she ordered. The men did as told. Hind handed each one a
jug.

"Please, Goddess. May we have our drinks?" the men asked meekly. Hind smiled
and ordered the first one to bring his jar under her pussy. She pissed into it
and ordered the man to wait until she fills the other two jugs so that they
all thank her before they drink together at the same time.

The other two men extended their jugs to have it filled with Hind's golden
liquid. Her pee was gushing like a fountain and the foam even overflowed the
men's jugs as if it were draft beer.

"We thank you, Goddess, for your kindness to give us your precious urine," the
men expressed their gratefulness for Hind and began to have their warm drinks.

Hind was so happy and felt so proud.

Throughout the years, the men served Hind in every way she pleased. They got
used to the routine of everyday that by time Hind did not need to speak or
give orders. Her instructions became so rare. For nearly 25 years, the men
learnt their duties by heart.

Their services provided for Hind turned by time into something they can never
live without. When Hind died one day of some strange disease, they did not
believe it. They shed a lot of tears over their beautiful owner and spent the
rest of their days in mourning over Hind, the uniquely matchless tigress who
enslaved them for years.

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