have her that made him want her more. It wasn’t that she was necessarily forbidden. Ahmed was their leader and could do whatever he wanted, but Fathi was his second, his right hand man, and the last thing he wanted to do was piss him off by taking to bed the first woman he’d shown interest in having for an extended period of time. Now Ahmed thought he could have his way with her since Fathi was gone because even if the man did find out, at least he’d been discreet.
After she set the man’s tea out, Ahmed asked her to stay and gestured for her to sit on the bed. As Tsubame watched him drink his tea, her mind began to wander in boredom, something she rarely allowed herself to do because every second she spent with idle thoughts was a second she could be spending observing and perfecting her plans. But there wasn’t much more that needed planning. Now was a waiting game, and because she was forced to wait in the confined spaces of where she was allowed to go in the compound, she was growing restless.
Finally Ahmed gestured for her to come sit in his lap. She did so slowly, feigning hesitancy until when she was finally within his reached he snatched her to him and pulled her into his lap. He began to run his hand slowly up and down her back, then he used a finger to trail a finger down her cheek, the side of her neck and to her collar bone. Then he opened the front of her dress and pulled it down to her waist, exposing her breasts. He gently caressed them at first and then pinched her nipples. She retreated from his touch, an action that angered him because suddenly he put his hand in her hair and balled his fist tightly in it before forcing her to look at him.
“Don’t resist me,” he said.
Tsubame nodded and continued to let him have her way with her, trying to make sure to find a balance between coerced submission and not making the encounter seem too easy. It wasn’t too hard since by nature she wasn’t one to submit to anyone she didn’t want to, and even when she did submit, she either wanted to do what she was submitting to anyway or was feigning submission when she was really the one in control. Thus she resisted twice more, once when she turned her head aside when he tried to kiss her and once more when he told her to open her legs.
Before she had ever made her move on Fathi, Tsubame’s observations had not only been limited to seeing who was in charge, it had also been about observing their culture, how men and women related, how the men in charge saw the women who served and laid down with them. It was clear that women were seen as objects, something to be owned and used at a man’s whims. It was with this knowledge that Tsubame had chosen Fathi as her target, knowing that Ahmed’s attention would soon follow, knowing that Ahmed would take her as soon as his second was out of sight. And as an object, with no true will of her own and no desires except the ones given to her by men, Fathi would never blame her. Be angry? Yes. Blame her? No. The blame would lie solely with Ahmed, where the cracks in the working relationship between the chief and his commander would be exacerbated until they shattered.
Tsubame had seen the thin cracks when she first got there and learned more as she spent time with Fathi. As a man who respected courage first and strength later, Fathi, while acknowledging respecting Ahmed’s strength, saw his leader as little more now than a coward who was afraid to lose his power, but whom he owed a debt to and would give his life to. But debt weight on people in these types of situations. Where everything a person owned belonged to their benefactor; where nothing ever truly belonged to the debtor unless their benefactor allowed it; and even when the benefactor allowed it, he could always take it away; that when a person left, the benefactor could take or repossess the debtor’s acquisitions at will; like Ahmed planned to do as he pleased with Tsubame while Fathi was gone.
On the
After she set the man’s tea out, Ahmed asked her to stay and gestured for her to sit on the bed. As Tsubame watched him drink his tea, her mind began to wander in boredom, something she rarely allowed herself to do because every second she spent with idle thoughts was a second she could be spending observing and perfecting her plans. But there wasn’t much more that needed planning. Now was a waiting game, and because she was forced to wait in the confined spaces of where she was allowed to go in the compound, she was growing restless.
Finally Ahmed gestured for her to come sit in his lap. She did so slowly, feigning hesitancy until when she was finally within his reached he snatched her to him and pulled her into his lap. He began to run his hand slowly up and down her back, then he used a finger to trail a finger down her cheek, the side of her neck and to her collar bone. Then he opened the front of her dress and pulled it down to her waist, exposing her breasts. He gently caressed them at first and then pinched her nipples. She retreated from his touch, an action that angered him because suddenly he put his hand in her hair and balled his fist tightly in it before forcing her to look at him.
“Don’t resist me,” he said.
Tsubame nodded and continued to let him have her way with her, trying to make sure to find a balance between coerced submission and not making the encounter seem too easy. It wasn’t too hard since by nature she wasn’t one to submit to anyone she didn’t want to, and even when she did submit, she either wanted to do what she was submitting to anyway or was feigning submission when she was really the one in control. Thus she resisted twice more, once when she turned her head aside when he tried to kiss her and once more when he told her to open her legs.
Before she had ever made her move on Fathi, Tsubame’s observations had not only been limited to seeing who was in charge, it had also been about observing their culture, how men and women related, how the men in charge saw the women who served and laid down with them. It was clear that women were seen as objects, something to be owned and used at a man’s whims. It was with this knowledge that Tsubame had chosen Fathi as her target, knowing that Ahmed’s attention would soon follow, knowing that Ahmed would take her as soon as his second was out of sight. And as an object, with no true will of her own and no desires except the ones given to her by men, Fathi would never blame her. Be angry? Yes. Blame her? No. The blame would lie solely with Ahmed, where the cracks in the working relationship between the chief and his commander would be exacerbated until they shattered.
Tsubame had seen the thin cracks when she first got there and learned more as she spent time with Fathi. As a man who respected courage first and strength later, Fathi, while acknowledging respecting Ahmed’s strength, saw his leader as little more now than a coward who was afraid to lose his power, but whom he owed a debt to and would give his life to. But debt weight on people in these types of situations. Where everything a person owned belonged to their benefactor; where nothing ever truly belonged to the debtor unless their benefactor allowed it; and even when the benefactor allowed it, he could always take it away; that when a person left, the benefactor could take or repossess the debtor’s acquisitions at will; like Ahmed planned to do as he pleased with Tsubame while Fathi was gone.
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