Chapter 51: The Rise of the Wind (IV)

If there is anything in this world that can make even the most devout believers ignore Allah’s commands, it is surely beauty.
Desire for food and sex is human nature—even Allah’s most esteemed missionaries are not exempt from it.
After returning from Hujahelin’s tent, Abdullah felt as if a weasel was constantly scratching at his heart, causing unbearable itching.
Glancing at Rumbana sideways, Abdullah couldn’t help but swallow hard. What a beauty—graceful curves, firm flesh, long golden hair like a waterfall…
Stepping lightly to the side of the tent, Abdullah poked his head out to look outside. Ensuring no soldiers were patrolling nearby, he placed a stool in front of the curtain and returned to his bed, holding his robe.
“Dear Rumbana, I think I’m too tired. I need you to attend to me.”
At this moment, Abdullah no longer wore any trace of the solemnity he had shown during the day; instead, he displayed a rogue-like demeanor typical of street urchins.
With a slight smirk, he waved at Rumbana. “Come to me, my beauty. Didn’t Allah send you to me to learn the scriptures? Tonight, I’ll impart everything I’ve learned in my life.”
Rumbana had been bought by Hujahelin from Taraz specifically to seduce Abdullah, so she knew exactly what would happen tonight. As someone of her status, what right did she have to choose her own fate? She could only hope Hujahelin would keep his promise and give that piece of land outside Taraz to her brother.
Sighing inwardly, Rumbana forced a smile on her face and walked toward Abdullah with light steps.
“Come, my beauty, come to me!”
Abdullah’s throat tightened slightly, his eyes narrowing. Indeed, Rumbana had a special scent about her that made one want to bite her.
“Respected Mr. Abdullah, I thought someone as noble as you wouldn’t say such things.”
Though resigned in her heart, Rumbana forced a bitter smile and shook her head repeatedly. This Abdullah no longer resembled a serious preacher at all; he was no different from the ruffians in Taraz.
“Oh, no, no, no. Allah teaches us to respect those who impart the truth to us. Your words are probably too harsh.”
Pausing for a moment, Abdullah grinned viciously. “As punishment, I’ll discipline you properly tonight! Come, sit beside me!”

By the time she spoke, Abdullah had already taken off his plain robe and hung it on the city wall, then removed his obstructive undergarments. Looking at his entire body, aside from a pair of thin, gossamer-like underpants, he was completely naked.
Although Lumbana was prepared, she was still shocked. This man… he was like this, so…
After taking a few deep breaths, Lumbana mustered the courage to move closer to Abdullah. When she was only an arm’s length away, she stopped—she could clearly smell his scent, the musk of a mature man, which strongly stimulated her senses.
“Oh, little sweetheart. It seems I need to show you today what happens when you speak wrongly.”
Abdullah grabbed Lumbana’s chin and forced himself to kiss her. His unshaven black stubble scraped against her cheeks, causing her to shudder—those stubbles were so hard, like steel needles piercing her skin.
“Ah!”
Lumbana instinctively screamed, but since she was being kissed by Abdullah, she couldn’t make a sound. Though Abdullah was already forty, his virility remained undiminished. Seeing that Lumbana tried to “resist,” he used his wrist to force her lips apart, then skillfully inserted his tongue between them.
“Mmm! Mmm!”
Lumbana felt something strange in her mouth and began to struggle involuntarily. Seeing her reaction, Abdullah became even more excited; he moved his tongue around, launching a more intense assault.
“Mmm, mmm… mmm…”
Lumbana’s resistance grew weaker, until finally she stared at Abdullah with blurred eyes.
Abdullah was no good man at all. Seeing her alluring appearance, he wanted to devour her right away.
“Little sweetheart, don’t worry. I’m coming, I’m coming…”
Abdullah pushed himself forward, pressing Lumbana beneath him, and frantically tore at her clothes.
Her crimson garments were torn into strips and slipped off her body one by one. Abdullah acted like a beast spotting prey, his gaze fierce as he stared at her.
What appeared before him were her full breasts. Impatiently, he reached out and touched them, squeezing them hard, causing Lumbana to scream repeatedly.
But not satisfied, he flipped his wrist and moved toward her private parts.
“Ah!”

Abdullah pulled hard and instantly stripped off Rambana’s skirt. The enchanting little fairy in the red veil was now completely naked before him, at his mercy.
Abdullah took a deep breath and instinctively swallowed hard. He had never seen such a stunning figure before—Rambana’s skin was as smooth and milky white as that of a freshly cooked egg.
Suddenly exposed naked before Abdullah, Rambana blushed furiously and quickly covered her chest and private parts with her hands.
“As punishment for you, little sweetie, I’m going to flog you severely!”
Abdullah glared viciously at Rambana and suddenly pressed her down on his thighs.
Lying on Abdullah’s thighs, her full buttocks rose high, making anyone who saw them swallow in awe. Abdullah could no longer hold back; he grabbed a cowhide whip from the bedside and struck Rambana’s bare buttocks.
“Ah!”
Rambana screamed as a clear red mark appeared on her buttocks instantly.
“You must treat the saints who spread Allah’s teachings with utmost reverence and humility. Little sweetie, your attitude just now deserves such punishment!”
Only then did Rambana realize that what Abdullah meant by “flogging” was actually spanking her buttocks, and in such a humiliating position. She tried to resist, kicking wildly with her feet. Abdullah, annoyed, pressed one of his legs between hers, locking her completely in place.
Watching her body being abused by this demon without any power to do anything, tears welled up in Rambana’s eyes. But she had no time to curse Abdullah, as the second whip strike landed on her buttocks right away.
“Ah, stop it! Ah!”
Rambana felt searing pain in her backside and screamed desperately—it was the only thing she could do at the moment.
“Shut up, bitch!”
Abdullah swung the whip again viciously and sneered, “You must pay for what you said today! From now on, I’m giving you fifty lashes—count them yourself!”
“Mm…”
Knowing there was no other choice but to endure, Rambana whimpered in response.
“Swish—slap!”
“One.”
“Swish—slap!”
“Two.”
“…”

Inside the tent, the crisp sound of whips could be heard, followed by faint, sobbing counts. The guards protecting Abdullah all knew this missionary had a habit of flogging women’s buttocks, so they wisely stayed at a distance, leaving him to enjoy this wonderful moment alone.
“Forty-eight.”
“Swish—slap!”
“Forty-nine.”
“Swish—slap!”
“Fifty.”
After announcing the last set of numbers, Lumbana collapsed weakly on Abdullah’s lap, gasping for breath.
Her once snow-white and smooth buttocks were now red, swollen, and bruised. Where the whip had struck, grotesque, bloody welts were visible.
Satisfied with his work, Abdullah admired his creation, his large hands moving over Lumbana’s swollen buttocks, rubbing them occasionally.
“Now, little sweetheart, you’ve received the punishment you deserve. Now let me give you your first time in life.”
Without caring that Lumbana was too weak, Abdullah easily threw her onto the bed. He ripped off her underwear, blew out the candles in the tent, and immediately pressed himself onto her.
“Ah!”
Lumbana felt intense pain in her lower body and screamed loudly. But this seemed to drain her last remaining strength; she could no longer resist and could only watch as a pale body moved over her.
“This is your first time, little sweetheart.”
Abdullah became more aggressive, ignoring Lumbana’s pain. “Remember, from this moment onward, you are my woman—only my Abdullah’s woman!”
He pushed relentlessly, determined to pour out all his passion on her, right that night!
“Haha, haha! Little sweetheart, you are my Abdullah’s woman, my Abdullah’s woman!”