Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me gravely.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know why I am against Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Never, Abbū Imām, never.” I said with profound gravity myself, “I am vowed to establish actual Democracy everywhere because that’s what Hinduism/Ved, True Islam, Christianity, every religion originally wanted to establish, until its selfish followers hadn’t distorted it.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me somewhat fascinated.
“Yet,” I said, “I want to know who will furnish the difference of opinion this afternoon.”
“Ǻlī Al Wahāb sometimes requires a little more explanation than some of the others. He’s intensely practical. You know all of them personally yourself, don’t you?”
“Sure,” I smiled, “I know all of them personally myself. But their behaviour with me is not necessary to be their behaviour in the directors’ meeting of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.”
“You are right. Sorry, I forgot.”
“Never mind. I can’t afford to forget it.” I said, “Ǻlī Al Wahāb? Hardheaded?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me scrutinizing.
How shrewdest, how resourceful this Hindu son in law of him is!
What a pride!
He respects Imām Muħammad Ħasan even more than Imām Muħammad Ħasan respects himself.
He is only the Mayor of Ved Nagar ostensibly.
However, Ved Nagar isn’t confined to India only.
The boundaries of Ved Nagar are actually infinite.
The whole Param Vyom, the whole Absolute Space even, comes under Ved Nagar.
However, it doesn’t come under India.
“Hardheaded?” I repeated my question.
“You might call it that.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan answered me at length.
“And who is opposed to Ǻlī Al Wahāb?”
“No one. No one at all.”
“But Ǻlī Al Wahāb does occasionally express himself as having what you have just referred to as a difference of opinion?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me gravely.
“With whom does Ǻlī Al Wahāb usually differ?”
“Well, of course,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, “wherever there are strong personalities there is an inescapable tendency for different viewpoints to clash.”
I nodded smiling niftily.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me watchful, vigilant.
He wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing.
Durgesh was too deep for Imām Muħammad Ħasan too.
In fact, even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan admits to Imām Muħammad Ħasan in privacy with her Abbū Imām, Durgesh is too deep for her too.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan went on,
“Ůsmān bin Åffān is, in many ways, temperamentally opposed to Ǻlī Al Wahāb, and they are two largest stockholders after me and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.”
“Who else is on the board?”
“Imām Ůmar Fārūq.”
“My son, I want you to understand clearly before you make the deal with me that, my stock you are purchasing from me, does not represent a controlling interest in the corporation. Not by any manner of means. You have to purchase my entire stock for it that I’m not even authorized to sell even to anyone under the bylaws of the corporation.”
“Abbū Imām,” I smiled gracefully, “you’ve told me that already. Please try not to repeat what you have already told me.”
“Sorry, I felt it my duty to remind you it once more.”
“It’s alright. It’s crystal clear. You are the president but these other people too have large holdings.”
“That’s right.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled in the manner he was clearly relieved now.
“I understand. Never mind. Nevertheless, isn’t it a fact that if I vote with one of the other large blocks of stock, it does make a controlling interest?”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at me, still trying to understand what I was actually after.
“Well, yes and no.”
“What do you mean?” I asked smiling unwearyingly.
“Well, it’s rather difficult to work out a combination of that sort because the situation varies from time to time and person to person. There are essentially no differences of opinion except on minor matters. We are engaged in a constructive real estate development on Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands for Hindus and Musalmān Beauties who hate Pseudo Musalmīn and love Hindus. The problem is their relatives also come to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands with them.”
“Relatives? What the hell can they do? They don’t own any real estate there.”
“They help each other.”
“The Brāhmañ and Savarñā wives of Hindus hate their Musalmān co wives.”
“They are free to divorce their Hindu husbands if they can’t adjust with their Musalmān co wives, aren’t they?”
“Sure, it’s the law.”
“Try to understand, my son. The law and practice differ practically.”*
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Shankar Mahāpralayankar did not tell me what he did mean.
But I knew many things neither he told anyone, nor ever intended to.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was one of them.
He was using Al Fātimah Al Wahāb to counteract the efforts of Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was 43, very attractive, meticulously groomed, and wore only the very best, expensive designer clothes.
Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, was very wealthy and worked in finance.
They owned a big mansion in Double Bay with a superb water view.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb did not have to work and did whatever she wanted.
Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, was often away with work and so she would spend her days shopping, going to lunch with friends, and then more shopping intermingled with trips to the beauty salon and hairdressers.
She liked art and would often frequent the art gallery with friends buying some pieces for display in her ‘mansion’.
Price was not an issue and she bought whatever she wanted.
She was rich, attractive, and always got her way.
To some persons, her curt manner was almost rude.
But she charmed all the Hindus she met.
She knew her sexuality could get her whatever she wanted.
After all, she had used it to marry her wealthy ‘older’ husband.
The old fool.
She had had a few very discreet affairs in the 5 years they had been married.
She loved everything expensive in life.
It was a Tuesday and she had her usual appointment at the hairdressers.
She drove the Mercedes up to the ‘customer parking bay’ and then made her way inside the salon.
But today there was a new person working at the saloon.
“What happened to Sanā?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb asked the owner, Shahnāz Ħusayn.
“She had to fly back to New Zealand because her mother is ill, so we have our new owner on the team. His name is Shankar Mahāpralayankar. He is only on a working holiday from India but he is very charming and highly trained. He will be doing your hair today if that’s okay?”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb looked Shankar Mahāpralayankar up and down.
He was tall with smoldering good looks, broad shoulders and an incredible white smile.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb estimated he was probably in his 60s.
There was a very sexual aura about him. Devilish thoughts raced through her mind.
She loved to fantasize about illicit sex.
This man had money and position both.
She only fucked wealthy Hindus.
Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, never had the time for her, always busy with work and overseas business trips.
She was ready for another affair, but not with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was too powerful to be managed.
She thought to herself:
“A bit of flirting and teasing won’t do any harm”.
She loved Hindus to cock-tease.
It gave her a feeling of some superiority on Hindus.
She finally answered Shahnāz Ħusayn,
“Sorry, yes Shankar Mahāpralayankar can cut my hair. That will be fine, thank you”.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had already been told that Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was one of their very best wealthy customers and she was to be given every bit of attention.
She sat in the chair and introduced herself to Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
He ran his fingers through her hair and began to massage her scalp.
It felt good and she sunk a little lower in the chair.
She asked him where he was staying.
He told her he had obtained an ideal apartment, on a 6-month lease, not far from the salon.
He shared the apartment with a few friends who had come to Makkah Mukarramah with him.
“Shahnāz Ħusayn tells me that you like art, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar said. “I am an artist back in India, only beginning though”.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was interested.
“I don’t have any of my art here but I do have some photographs if you would like to see them? Perhaps we could have coffee one day and I will bring them along to show you?”
Did Al Fātimah Al Wahāb hear correctly?
Was this Hindu asking her for coffee?
They had only just met, still, he was a fascinating Hindu and she thought,
“Thank you Shankar Mahāpralayankar. That would be lovely. Although you must let me pay.” She told him where to meet her the following day.
A place she didn’t frequent often but it was ideal for cozy lunches and the booths provided some privacy for diners.
The next day she was excited about her lunch with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
She was the quintessential Uncut Hindu Cock -teaser and so she dressed accordingly.
She wore a very short but stylish skirt, a tight blouse, with matching shoes and handbag.
The outfit was worth more than a hairdresser would make in 3 months cutting hair.
She had, underneath all this, a black bra and panties.
As she was leaving she had a wicked thought, stopped, lifted her skirt, and peeled off her panties leaving them behind.
She said to herself:
“Perhaps Shankar Mahāpralayankar may like a glimpse of what he cannot have.”
She met Shankar Mahāpralayankar who was exactly on time.
She liked punctuality.
She caught Shankar Mahāpralayankar looking at her legs and Wahābī Musalmān tits and she got a rush.
Manipulating Hindus was her forte.
“Keep looking Shankar Mahāpralayankar.” she thought to herself “You will never get to fuck me so just dream on you poor dumb wop hair-cutter”.
They sat at the table that she had reserved and the waiter took their order.
She crossed her legs and made sure Shankar Mahāpralayankar got a good look at her high upper thighs.
She was in her element.
They both ordered red wine and drank a glass each before the meal arrived while she flipped through the photo album of Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s artwork.
After a short while Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had to go to the ‘ladies room’ and excused herself.
The second round of wine arrived and Shankar Mahāpralayankar again told her he’d take juice only.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came back and sat down.
“I also can only have this one last glass of wine Shankar Mahāpralayankar because I am driving”.
Their meals arrived and they continued to talk about art, hair, and other things.
She flirted with him sticking out her Wahābī Musalmān tits and crossing and re-crossing her legs, then discreetly letting her skirt ride high enough for him to get a glimpse of her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
She aroused herself in this way with Many Hindus.
After about 20 minutes she started to get light-headed and felt as though she had drunk two bottles of wine rather than two glasses.
“I don’t understand it.” she said, “Two glasses never do this to me.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar suggested that he could give her a lift to her home because he didn’t want her to drive.
She paid the bill and then handed the keys to her Mercedes to Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
He took her arm and walked her to the car putting her in the passenger seat.
As she got in, her short skirt lifted to nearly completely around her waist and Shankar Mahāpralayankar got an excellent view of her neatly trimmed extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and swollen extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt lips.
She didn’t even realize that her skirt had ridden up and she just sat there.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar got into the driver’s seat and drove off.
But he wasn’t taking her home.
He was taking her to his apartment.
He pulled the Mercedes up and helped her out of the passenger side.
The drug had taken effect now and she felt very intoxicated.
It was designed to make her co-operating and sleepy.
He opened the door to the apartment and helped Al Fātimah Al Wahāb to the main bedroom where she sat on the edge of the bed.
She knew it wasn’t her own house but she was beyond caring.
She felt really good and that was all that mattered to her at that moment in time.
She lay back on the bed and passed out.
When she awoke she noticed it was dark outside.
She figured she must have been asleep for at least 6 hours.
Her head was groggy but she otherwise felt fine.
Then she got a shock.
There were four Hindus in the room and she noticed video and camera equipment.
It was then she realized that she was completely naked.
“What the hell is going on?” she demanded.
“Relax bitch.” said Shankar Mahāpralayankar. “We just fucked you real good and made ourselves a movie. Let me introduce you to my colleagues, Vikram, Vijay and Pratāp.”
The three Hindus nodded her way.
“The other Hindus who fucked you were just some Hindus I recruited off the street. Nobody’s. They fucked you for nothing with their Uncut Hindu Cocks. Didn’t cost me a cent!”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was in shock.
She had been fucked like a crack-whore hooker.
It was then that she realized that her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass were slightly throbbing and the unmistakable smell of Hindu cum covered her body.
“Allah!” she said, “You Hindus all fucked me. I am calling the Police!”
She got up and headed towards the telephone.
“Slow down whore, maybe you should watch the video first, because I know your husband would like to see it.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar flicked a switch and the video played through the TV.
She stood and watched herself being fucked in the ass and in her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt by at least 12 Hindus.
She was even sucking their Uncut Hindu Cocks and, although she looked intoxicated, she also looked like she was enjoying it very much.
To anyone who viewed the tape it would look as though she was a willing participant to a gang-bang.
“You loved our big Uncut Hindu Cocks, bitch. Hell, I don’t think you needed any drugs. You would have fucked us Hindus anyhow. You had no panties on under your rich little skirt so you must have wanted to fuck old Shankar Mahāpralayankar? Now, let’s talk about our deal”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb didn’t know what to do.
If her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, got hold of the tape she would lose everything including her lavish lifestyle.
Allah, how could she be so stupid!
She had no choice now but to co-operate.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was a Congressman in India who made money from Ashvinātam Porn, gambling, extortion, and Politics.
He had himself told her that he was running an Ashvinātam Gangbang Club.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was not astonished.
She knew about Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club even.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was a major player yet he was very street savvy and knew people.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar put forward his proposal.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had to deposit cash into a bank account each month as donations to the Ashvinātam Gangbang Club.
It would be her contribution to the great cause.
Not too much or her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, would be suspicious, but more than enough to keep Shankar Mahāpralayankar, his buddies and the Ashvinātam Gangbang Club in style for a while.
“Okay I’ll give you the contributions ! Now give me back my clothes so I can get out of here!”
“Not so fast bitch. You gotta do something else for us.”
“What, you are already going to get your money!”
“No, you stupid stuck-up rich Wahābī Musalmān whore, you are going to sell your extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and Wahābī Musalmān ass for the same great cause, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club contributions every day. We are not greedy but we need a little more money than you can put in our bank account each month. And you have to better be good or we will make sure your husband gets a copy of the video, plus a copy will go out to all your rich Musalmān friends and we will sell the video over the Internet. You understand, whore?”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was trapped.
She had no way out.
She could tell them to fuck off, walk out, and risk being divorced losing all her money, and, on top of that, known as a common Musalmān whore to all her socialite friends.
But to become a Wahābī Musalmān prostitute for Hindus?
No, she had better play their game for the time being at least.
“You can start off by fucking us again right now. And it better be good. Get that camera rolling, Vikram.”
“Do it bitch.” barked Shankar Mahāpralayankar. “Suck our fucking Uncut Hindu Cocks!” he yelled.
She took Vikram’s Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth and started sucking.
The Uncut Hindu Cock was soon rock hard and she was hardly able to get it into her mouth.
She slowly complied and Shankar Mahāpralayankar mounted her from behind viciously thrusting his thick Uncut Hindu Cock into her rich Wahābī Musalmān asshole.
She protested loudly and was slapped across the face.
“Shut the fuck up whore!” The 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock was in her asshole to the hilt and Shankar Mahāpralayankar started thrusting it in and out with vicious intent whilst slapping her hard on the ass.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb soon started to push her hips back to meet Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s demonic Hindu thrusts.
Was she starting to enjoy it?
Could she enjoy it?
Vikram checked the camera and then got in for his share again.
He slid underneath her and buried his Uncut Hindu Cock in her rich-bitch extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
She was being sandwich fucked while she sucked on 2 Uncut Hindu Cocks.
The camera kept rolling.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar watched her and said to the Hindus,
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was now herself enjoying it so much that she was thrusting her hips and greedily sucking on the hard Uncut Hindu Cocks at her face like a street whore.
She needed no coaching anymore.
She was thoroughly enjoying it.
The whole thing was captured on video.
It was 10.00pm by this stage.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar turned and said to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb,
“Your first shift is about to start bitch, put these on.”
He threw her a tiny micro mini-skirt and a see-through boob-tube.
He then ordered her to put them on.
The skirt was so short that her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and asshole could be seen if she bent over slightly and her big Wahābī Musalmān tits showed right through the flimsy fabric which was her top.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb looked like a street-slut and that was exactly what they had planned for her entire future.
Yes, a rich stuck-up Wahābī Musalmān Bitch forced to suck Uncut Hindu Cocks for $5 and take it up the ass for $10!
They were the specific directions Shankar Mahāpralayankar had been given by his unknown, but highly paying, ‘client’.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had been hired to set the whole thing up.
He thought to himself:
“She must have pissed someone off real bad.”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was ordered out to the car and made to run a short distance for the amusement of the Hindus, her tiny skirt riding up completely to show her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was pushed into the back seat between Vikram and Pratāp.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar headed for the ‘red light’ district of Kings Cross where Al Fātimah Al Wahāb would meet her first Hindu customers for that night.
There would be Hindu customers, countless more.
At Kings Cross Shankar Mahāpralayankar stopped the car at a red traffic light and yelled out to a gang of 15 Hindu youths beckoning them over to the car.
Several of the Hindu youths peered into the back of the car and checked out Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.
“Good Wahābī Musalmān tits on that bitch. How much you asking bro?”
“Hey, you Hindus can all fuck her for $50!”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sat in the back of the car.
She had been fucked by a lot of Hindus and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was about to be sold to this gang of Hindus for a lousy $50!
But her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices started to run.
She couldn’t help it.
She wanted those 15 Uncut Hindu Cocks bad!
One of the Hindus slipped Shankar Mahāpralayankar the $50 and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was ordered out of the car.
Vikram escorted her to a sleazy motel room that they had permanently booked for the night.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was ordered to strip and to start sucking Uncut Hindu Cocks.
She diligently obeyed making crude slurping sounds with her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth while she gave enthusiastic hand jobs to waiting Hindus.
Before long all the young Hindus had their Uncut Hindu Cocks out waiting their turn to fuck the excellent Wahābī Musalmān whore.
Huge amounts of Hindu cum splashed across her face and Wahābī Musalmān tits as Uncut Hindu Cock after Uncut Hindu Cock was serviced.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was ordered to take it in the ass and was soon being sodomized by each Hindu.
Vikram took movie photos.
Vikram enjoyed it very much.
And so the other fifteen Hindus.
After some 5 hours had passed the gang of Hindu youths, exhausted, packed up and left.
But Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s shift wasn’t over for that night yet.
Vikram called Shankar Mahāpralayankar on his mobile phone and within 5 minutes the Mercedes pulled into the kerb.
“I’ve just lined up another gang-bang for you, bitch.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar had been busy and arranged for Al Fātimah Al Wahāb to strip at a sleazy local dance club where she would then turn on a gang-bang for the entire Hindu audience.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar sold Al Fātimah Al Wahāb for only a lousy $40.
About 100 patrons with randy hard Uncut Hindu Cocks eager to fuck her brains out.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s heart was racing and her well-fucked extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass throbbed.
She could only think of what 100 Hindus could do to her.
How much Hindu cum would she be sprayed with or forced to swallow?
The dance club was a filthy run-down dive where petty criminals traded in drugs and Ashvinātam Porn.
It was the type of place Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had only ever seen in movies, she never ever thought it possible that she would be forced into working in one sucking Uncut Hindu Cocks and being fucked in her Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Allah, how her world had changed in less than 24 hours.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was tired, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was filthy, and all she wanted was to go home to her lovely home.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had other plans though.
“You are gonna get on stage, dance around, take off your fucking whore rags, and fuck for the Hindu audience. You hear me bitch!” Shankar Mahāpralayankar roared.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb nodded as she was pushed towards the stage entrance.
She could hear the rowdy Hindu crowd and knew she would be fucked like she had never been fucked before.
Her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt started to lubricate and her juices started to run.
It was as if her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt had a mind of its own and it wanted all those Uncut Hindu Cocks whether Al Fātimah Al Wahāb wanted them or not!
Some trashy strip music blared out and the curtain was raised.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar shoved 2 giant Uncut Hindu Cock-shaped 18-inch electric vibrators into her hands and said “Use these on your Wahābī Musalmān ass and extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, bitch!”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was shoved onto stage and fell over.
A voice yelled out,
“Get up whore and get your fucking clothes off!”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb got to her feet and started to gyrate her hips.
She looked into the Hindu audience.
It was full of all the perverts and degenerates that loved to masturbate watching the shows like this.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb put down his Uncut Hindu Pricks and removed her little top.
Her naked Wahābī Musalmān tits were greeted with howls of approval.
She kicked the skirt away from her a little and some pervert quickly grabbed it as a souvenir.
“Show us your extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt!” yelled some excited Hindu.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb obediently got down on all 4s and stuck her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass out towards the audience.
The whistling and cheering was almost deafening.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb could see Shankar Mahāpralayankar off-stage gesturing to his Uncut Hindu Pricks.
She dutifully reached for one of his Uncut Hindu Pricks and started shoving the massive plastic Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb turned it on full speed and sat back onto it taking at least 12 inches into her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was beginning to feel a powerful orgasm building.
Just then Shankar Mahāpralayankar appeared on stage, undressed himself, poured lubricant from a tube all over his throbbing Uncut Hindu Prick , and began to shove it into her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān asshole.
She protested but Shankar Mahāpralayankar said,
“Shut the fuck up!!”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar mercilessly shoved his Uncut Hindu Prick into her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān asshole until he had a two thirds of it buried in her extremely delicate Wahābī Musalmān ass.
It was as hard as a steel rod itself.
Her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass was stretched to breaking point.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb hit orgasm, her body convulsing like an epileptic.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar said,
“You fucking love this. Don’t you!”
“Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s ready for you Hindus to gang-bang now!”
The excited Hindus yelled their approval and began making their way to the stage.
A security guard had them form two roughly evenly numbered lines – one at her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass and one at her head.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar laid down the ground rules,
“You get either a blowjob from the front or, if you are at her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass, you can fuck her once. Then you fuck off back to your seats or go home!”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar removed the vibrator.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb glanced at the lines.
She estimated at least 50 Hindus on each line.
The first Uncut Hindu Cock was shoved in her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth,
“Suck this bitch!” demanded its randy owner.
Another Uncut Hindu Cock slid into her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān asshole.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb knew that most Hindus would fuck her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass.
But hopefully these Hindus wouldn’t take long to cum.
After 15 minutes of furious fucking Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had only reduced the line by 4 Hindus.
Vikram kept shoving a video camera in her face.
He didn’t miss the opportunity for a fuck movie.
Another 60 minutes passed and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was covered in Hindu cum.
Her hair was even soaked in Hindu cum and her eyes stung from the same.
Some Hindus liked to shoot into them.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb lost count of how Many Uncut Hindu Cocks had fucked her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass and extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, persistently inviting, Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
But Al Fātimah Al Wahāb thought there must have been at least 20.
Another hour went by and the lines were reduced considerably.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb didn’t even try and count anymore.
The Hindu Cum lay in pools around and under her where it had dripped from her body.
It drove her on and made her determined to get through both the lines.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb loved it!
“How could I love this?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb thought to herself.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar turned to Vikram and said,
The fucking continued for several more hours until there were only 8 Hindus left.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar told them to stand around Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and jerk off all over her face.
“What a great way to finish the video!” he said to Vikram.
The Hindus blew cum all over her and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sat there looking at the camera.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his hoods couldn’t believe it!
It was nearly 6.00am and Shankar Mahāpralayankar said,
“Time for you to go home, whore! And clean up. You have another shift tonight.”
To her own amazement Al Fātimah Al Wahāb replied,
Shankar Mahāpralayankar ordered Vikram to wrap a blanker around her so Al Fātimah Al Wahāb didn’t get cum on the seats of the Mercedes.
The sun was rising and the streets were beginning to move with people getting about their daily business.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was ordered out of the car and the blanket was taken from her.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb protested but was told by Shankar Mahāpralayankar in his usual abrupt way to shut up.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar threw her a tiny pair of denim shorts which had had the ass cheeks cut out of them.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb wasn’t given a top but Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was given her house keys.
“Put these shorts on bitch and start walking home!” Shankar Mahāpralayankar ordered.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb pulled on the shorts, which didn’t really cover anything at all.
With her arms wrapped around her Wahābī Musalmān tits Al Fātimah Al Wahāb walked off.
Vikram hung out of the car window video taping her extremely exquisite Wahābī Musalmān ass as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb walked down the street.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb thought she was sure to be seen by people she knew.
“That fucking Hindu Shankar Mahāpralayankar!” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said to herself.
At the gateway to her home Al Fātimah Al Wahāb noticed her Mercedes parked in the driveway.
“What the fuck does he want now!” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said out loud to herself.
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb fumbled with her keys and let herself inside.
Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, stood there with Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his filthy henchmen.
Her mind screamed,
“Sit down, my dear.” said her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb. “You look a frightful mess!”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stammered out some incoherent excuse about Shankar Mahāpralayankar abducting her and raping her.
Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, said,
“Relax my dear, I hired Shankar Mahāpralayankar.”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sat in shock.
Had Al Fātimah Al Wahāb heard right?
Her husband, Ålī Al Wahāb, had hired Hindus to abduct her, fuck her, and turn her into a whore?
“Why?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb asked him.
“You see, I know all about your dirty little affairs with countless Hindus behind my back for the past 5 years. Did you think I was stupid? You had to be taught a lesson. Of course now I have no need for such a dirty whore so I have arranged for you to be flown out of the country tonight by my private jet.”
Al Fātimah Al Wahāb looked at him quizzically.
“I have sold you as a Wahābī Musalmān fuck-slave to some Hindus in India, my dear. You fetched a pretty penny I might add. An explanation for your ‘disappearance’ has already been cleverly planned. You simply chose to move to Europe to live.”
In 24 hours Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s life had been reduced to a shambles.
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