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The Island, Chapter 13
Date: 8/29/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cruelty, Non-consensual sex, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 93.1, Source: sexstories.com
the oncoming branch with an outside block and quickly followed with a punch to the solar plexus. She doubled over and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. I tore a strip from her burka and wrapped her wrists together tightly over her head. I then dragged her to a tree and tied her hands to it with the remaining fabric, leaving her on her back. I studied her figure for a moment, aroused in spite of my disgust. How best to make this bitch pay for her crimes, her contempt for anyone who didn’t agree with her sick world view? An evil idea boiled in my brain, the child of rage and disgust. I dropped to my knees, straddling her torso. My dangling balls rested on her flat belly. I began fondling her heavy tits roughly, pinching the nipples hard, even as she regained her wind. “You dare not!” she gasped. “I am a pure flower of the true faith. Allah will strike you down if you touch me this way. He will protect me!” “Nobody’s protecting you, bitch!” I snarled. “You killed men, women, and children. How many of them were Muslim? Do you know? Do you even care? How many wives, husbands, and parents are now bereft of loved ones because of the shit you and your sick friends pulled? You struck someone who was trying to be kind to you. That’s supposed to be what God wants?” I slapped her, hard, rocking her head to the side. “If your God is the true God, why has he delivered you to me, huh? I think my purpose here is clear. I am your hell. I am your punishment. I am going to visit upon ...