The Extent:1

The Extent

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

The darkness, I opened my eyes to, was thick.

Nothing could be seen through it.

My mind was muddled, and my muscles were weak.

I tried to focus, to remember, but all there was, did nothing to help me.

I remembered the Juice.

Certainly, something sinister was administered to me, in the Juice, taking utmost care, not to come into my knowledge.

Everyone was having a great time in the pub, a regular Saturday, you might say.

Then, it was nothing.

I tried to focus on myself, closing my eyes, for there was nothing to see in the blackness around me.

I was in a chair.

It was an armchair.

My hands and feet were tied to it, with what felt like zip ties, clearly not rope.

I focused on my body, what I could feel, and determined I was unharmed, except for my fuzzy head.

I tried each of my extremities against its bond, but I was held firmly in place.

My feet were tied to the chair in a way where they could not touch the ground, so I could not try to push myself around with my toes, but if I could tip myself over, maybe.

I shifted my shoulders from one side to another, back and forth, at first not feeling any changes in the chair.

It was holding firm to the ground, then I could feel it begin to tip, oh so slightly, and I continued.

I was almost at the point of falling over when light exploded into my eyes, and I stopped, my heart jumping up to an even faster pace as I began to feel thinking and sick somewhat to my stomach.

Due to juice?

I didn’t know.

I didn’t know what was happening, but being tied to a chair could not be a good thing.

The light was blinding, and for a while, I could see nothing but red stars in my eyes.

Just as I was adjusting to the light, out it went, and the black came rushing back.

My eyes once again disoriented.

“Do we have a deal?”

The voice came from right behind me and I controlled myself with all the efforts I could muster, not to jump at the sound.

My heart trying to find its way out my throat, but I steeled myself to calm down.

It was a female voice, and for some reason it sounded familiar.

“What?” my voice croaked, I hadn’t realized how dry my mouth was until I tried to speak, “What deal?”

“Do we have a deal?” the voice again.

Very soft, almost fragile, not the sort of voice one thinks of when they’re tied to a chair, and being questioned.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said.

My throat was scratchy, close to raw.

It hurt to talk.

“Water?” I asked, not thinking I would get some.

The blackness was still thick, so I could see nothing.

I never even heard footsteps, but then a straw poked me in the lips.

I jerked my head in surprise, but then realized what it was, and I pressed my lips around the straw to drink.

For one moment, I thought about poison, that this was how they’d kill me, but the taste of the water blasted away my worries at the present.

I took four quick swallows, and the straw was pulled away.

I pushed my head forward asking for more, and it came more.

I drank slower this time, and once the straw left I sat back against the chair,

“Thank you.”

I still could hear no footsteps, but the voice came from behind me once again,

“Do we have a deal?”

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you if we have a deal.” I said.

My confidence was coming back.

There was a sigh, and then I felt her move closer to me, her head coming down near my ear.

“Don’t make me ask again. I can corrupt your soul if I have to.” She stood back up, and I sat there uncertain.

“I will not make a deal unless I know what it is I’m dealing. Or who with for that matter.” I decided to play bold, holding fast to my beliefs.

Praying them would be enough.

“Fine. Have it your way.” she replied.

I heard something, but I couldn’t quite place what it was, a rustling, as if something was brushing against something else.

Almost at the same time, I became aware of something else.

My Uncut Hindu Penis was growing quite hard under my pants.

Exquisitely hard, as stone and it grew until it was quite painful the way it was positioned.

But its hardness remained constant.

I was in shock at this,

Of all the times to become aroused, I could not understand why it was erect now.

Then a light was turned on behind me, probably a lamp because it didn’t cast much light in the room, but enough that I could make out my surroundings.

There was nothing in the room that I could see.

The carpet on the floor was the only thing to see besides three walls of wood paneling.

I turned my head side to side but could see nothing.

Then she came around me so that I could see her.

She was naked, completely naked from head to toe, her long dark hair cascading down to the middle of her back.

She turned to face me and I saw her Sunni Musalmān breasts were large, but not enormous, a C-cup probably, and her Sunni Musalmān Pussy was shaved.

She smiled at me, her blue eyes shining in the dim light.

“I asked you to take the deal.” she said and then she knelt before me.

Her eyes were locking onto my Hindu erection.

“My potion works quite fast, doesn’t it?” She ran her hands up my legs to my Hindu crotch.

“No,” I said in a confident voice.

Not overconfident, however.

“You can’t, you don’t understand.”I continued.

But she was unbuttoning my pants, and then pulled them down, my underwear as well, and my hard Uncut Hindu Cock sprang free, consequently.

I was at once relieved and watchful at the same time.

I wished to tell her to stop, that she shouldn’t, but then she wrapped her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān lips around my Hindu shaft.

I almost lost my ability to speak.

She was adamant.

She had managed the events to her own benefits, exclusively.

“I’m sorry that you don’t have any regard for your Abbū, neither for your Ammī.” I said gravely.

“Abbū?” she smiled, “Ammī left him for the same thing I’m asking from you and you are adamant still, not to give it to me.”

“You must understand I’m sixty one now and you are twenty eight only.”

“I don’t believe you.” she smiled, “No one does.”

“My sons are of your age.”

“So what? I’m NOT your daughter, if it’s what you want to imply.”

“I don’t. I’m Y chromosomed. I can’t father any daughter consequently. I can father sons, and sons only. It needs to have X Chromosomes in his body, for one, to father a daughter. My ancestors lacked it absolutely. And so do I due to genetic compulsion.”

I could feel her Sunni Musalmān tongue wiggling along the underside of my Uncut Hindu Cock, as she slid her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth down the Hindu length of me, until her nose was in my pubes, and then she pulled off to the tip of my head, and then she plunged onto me again.

It was the most exquisite feeling I had ever felt before.

So many times in my life I had had already something like this happened to me.

I was in agony, yet with ecstasy.

She pumped her Sunni Musalmān mouth up and down, her tongue working the underside of me and all of a sudden, I felt something happening.

I knew what it was and wanted so badly for her to stop before it happened, but was powerless against it.

My Hindu balls tightened and my Uncut Hindu Cock became extremely hard.

She pushed her mouth to my groin and held my Uncut Hindu Cock directly at her throat as I came.

I erupted all into her throat, my Hindu cum hitting her Sunni Musalmān insides, her open mouth.

She swallowed all of it, swallowed, swallowed and swallowed.

She stroked my still hard Hindu shaft with her hand as she licked at the sides of her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth, tasting what I had given her, again.

“You taste good, my dear Hindu Father. What would the Hindu Vishv Sansthān say if they saw you like this, with me?” She smiled and asked, as she stroked me.

“You knew?” I was not stunned even a bit.

Instead, I was contemptuous somewhat to her.

She kept smiling, not caring even a bit of my contempt to her,

“Of course, if you had taken the deal I would have untied you for this, but either way it works for me. And,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at my still hard Uncut Hindu Penis, “It looks like the fun’s not over yet.”

Then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stood up and turned around.

She reached between her legs to grasp my Hindu erection, and then she sat down upon it.

I felt myself slipping into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

It was already wet, and she began to ride me.

My mind was a ball of confusion.

I knew what was happening was wrong, but could not do anything.

Moreover, I could not deny it felt so good; I didn’t want to try to stop her.

Yet I wanted to stop her too.

The animal in me was enjoying it very much.

The human being in me detested what she was doing with me.

The animal in me was feeling a great pride.

‘What a great man you are, Durgesh! An extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl of twenty-eight has drugged and raping you now at your sixty-one.

What a man!

What a man!’

The human being in me was reproaching me contemptuously for these animal thoughts,

‘The animal in you is still alive, Durgesh! Even your continuous Sādhanā, even your continuous ‘Practice’, of 61 years age, hasn’t reformed you to the extent required.’

‘What is the extent required?’

‘You know.’

‘Yes, I know, but let me explore you. What is the extent required?’

‘You must repent that even after your continuous Sādhanā, even after your continuous ‘Practice’, of 61 years age, you haven’t succeeded in killing the animal in you. Shame on you.’

‘Why shame on me? What am I doing? It is she, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, who has drugged me and raping me. Why can’t I even enjoy it?’

‘It’s an animal pleasure.’

‘Then why even the divine beings long for it? Have they also not killed the animal in them? Why Ved, Qur’ān, Bible, Guru Granth Sāħab, every religious book allows it its followers to have? It can’t be an animal pleasure, if it is allowed by all of them. Moreover, tell me if it is really animal pleasure, what the divine pleasure is.’

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came down on my Uncut Hindu Cock again and again.

It continued the whole night, the whole day, the whole night, the whole day, the whole night…

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

The Sunni Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl had gone crazy.

She was fucking me desperately now for seven days and nights 24×7.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Ultimately Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned,

“Oh Durgesh darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of usMusalmān Beauties! I’m going to cum on your big Uncut Hindu Cock.”

Faster she went, and then she froze.

Her entire body was rigid.

And I felt her Sunni Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy squeeze my Uncut Hindu Cock.

A burst of Sunni Musalmān fluid came out of her onto me.

It was too much, and I once again came, this time in her Sunni Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

After a few minutes, she got up, releasing my Uncut Hindu Cock from her sopping Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

She knelt again, grasping my Uncut Hindu Cock,

“Welcome to the dark side, Durgesh darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said as she took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth again, covered in her own Sunni Musalmān juices as well as my Hindu cum.

Her ministrations worked, and in five minutes, I was hard again.

“Sālī,” I gritted through my teeth, “Isn’t it enough already?”

“No, Durgesh darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of usMusalmān Beauties! You got one more Sunni Musalmān hole to fill.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah replied smiling cunningly.

I wanted to tell her to stop, but it was useless now.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had done the extreme already.

Moreover, already enjoyed her seven days 24×7, the sight of her extremely beautiful nude Sunni Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body, and the glorious feelings of what had already happened had broken me.

I didn’t want her to stop anymore.

Why should I now?

What was the use?

What more could she harm she hadn’t already?

She wanted more.

OK.

Now, I too wanted more.

I wanted everything she was willing to give me, and I felt at that moment that if she stopped, I would force myself upon her with my need.

This extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān sex goddess, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I think she’d been to mass, had freed me.

Her sculpted 28-year-old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body was all I could think of, all I desired.

I didn’t protest as she lowered herself onto me, this time I was entering her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

It was much tighter than her Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

She moaned all the way down, until I was deep in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah began riding me slowly, her saliva, my Hindu cum and hers, being more than enough to give her lubrication.

I watched in Hindu erotic bliss as my Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, and then came out, and then in again.

“Tell me you like fucking my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, Durgesh darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of usMusalmān Beauties! ” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at me lewdly.

“I do.”

“Say the words.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah squeezed down with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, gripping my Uncut Hindu Cock so tight I was happy beyond I could even think, and in ecstasy.

“I love fucking your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling Sunni Musalmān sex goddess!” I said.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rode me fast then, and soon I was about to cum into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body once more.

The sight of her glorious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass around my Uncut Hindu Cock aroused my passion too much.

“I’m going to cum.” I shouted.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass down taking my as much Uncut Hindu Penis into it, as she could, deepest.

I smiled as I erupted once more, my Hindu cum splashing into her glorious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass this time, filling it deepest as it had filled her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt seven days and nights 24×7, several times.

When I was done Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled up at me, my Hindu cum dripping from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass,

“See you tomorrow, Durgesh darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of usMusalmān Beauties!.”

Of course, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah loved me to the extent.

Chapter 2

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