posted on Sep, 14 2018 @ 08:19 PM
Mahammad looked at the woman, lying on the floor of her cell. He and his men had just finished taking turns with her. She was blonde, petite, with
ample breast. He and is men would keep her alive for a long time for their pleasure. She laid in the corner of the cell, half naked. She was young,
her body was still firm. Long blonde hairs, and blue eyes. She could make a good slave he thought. Perhaps he would take her home for just his
pleasure. The blonde slaves were always more expensive. Since blonde was such a rarity now. The Mujahedeen had conquered Europe, destroyed Russia, and
were actively fighting China and India. The infidels in the Americas though were crazy. At the first start of the Fitna, the Americans had nuked the
middle east. They destroyed every muslim dominated country, and the Christians in the controlled territories were in a civil war. Mecca was gone for
now, and he would hate these infidels forever for what they did. However, he and his men had Northern France. They would fight the Christians and
Secularists, and those cockroaches called Jews, though he thought they were pretty much gone from Europe. His father had Idolized Hitler for the
systematic approach he had. What the germans failed to do though, Islam was successful in. That’s how it worked. We were one. We were united.
“What is you name girl?” Mahammad asked the girl in the corner. “Rachel”, she said quietly. “Rachel, today is your lucky day. I am going to
buy you. You are to come home with me, and serve my wives. You will obey. Do you understand?” Rachel realized she had no choice. She would either
continue to be raped here in the prison, by all the men, or she could choose to go home with him, and simply be raped by him. Maybe his wives would
take pity on her. She knew she hated them though. “Yes” She said meekly, “I will obey.”…….. “Good, I will fetch you later today. No
clean yourself up, you stink of cum, and sweat.”
Mahammad Eleaziha & Rachel Toulouse
Rouen- 2075
Rachel watched her son, laying in his cradle. She hated him. She hated Mahammad. She hated being forced to marry him. She hated being his 3rd wife,
which is one step above slave. She hated the other wives. She hated it all. However, she smiled, with a dark smile on her face, she would have her
revenge. The poison would take some time to work. She had given them each just a little bit of Polonium. The Russians were good at something. They
were knocking on the door. Only 50 KM away, and she would free. She had planned her escape for months. The wives had gone to bed not feeling well. All
30 of the children were sick. Everyone was sick except her. She acted the good nursemaid part, but they were all so weak now. All except Mahammad. She
would have to kill him differently. The baby hardly moved at all now, it just laid there. “Not long now child.” She knew her “Family” would
start dying soon. She needed to act. Rachel got up, went to the kitchen, and put a steak knife under her burqa. She went to Mahammad’s office with
tea in hand. “Husband, I have brought you tea.” Mahammad looked up, “Ah, thank you wife, it has been stressful with the Russians, and the family
sick. I must leave in the morning with these orders to give to the men.” Rachel nodded quietly. “Indeed husband, here let me massage your feet, so
that you can relax.” Mahammad took his feet out of their sandals, “Ah wife, you were the best purchase in the world. I wish I could have bought 10
of you.” Rachel nodded again. “How long will you be away husband?” Rachel asked as she massaged his feet. “Maybe a year. We have training
camps raising armies, thank Allah the Russians don’t know where. In two months they will be ready to fight. Then I can send younger men to lead them
and I can come back home.” Rachel looked into his eyes. “You’re not so old husband, you can still rise to the occasion.” She slowly moved her
hands to his crotch. Unzipping his fly, and bending down to take his manhood into her mouth. Mahammad immediately laid back, as she did so, Relaxing
his body, and enjoying a good blowjob. “Ah, my wife, you were such a good pucharse.” …… “Indeed I was husband.” Rachel sliced his exposed
throat open. Mahammod looked at her with surprise, blood erupting from the arteries in his throat. Gurgling out of his mouth. “Why” he managed.
Rachel took off her burqa, picked up the toy horse from his desk that her father had given her on Christmas, looked him in the eye. “Because I am
infidel, and I hate you.”
Mahammad Eleaziha & Rachel Toulouse
Rouen- 2085
Epilogue-
Rachel went straight to her room. Immediately putting another burqa on. She then slowly crept through the house with her bag. She took the hand gun
and rifle from Mahammad’s armory, she went to his study, his bloody dead body still in the chair. She took all the papers. She knew the Russians
wanted them. She would have her revenge. She would go to free Europe, then to Moscow, then to America. America was the land of the free. Ivana Trump
had ruled the country for 20 years after the passing of her father. If any country would have a country in charge, she would choose that any day. She
left with her bag, her guns, and her toy horse.