The Black Burqa illustrated, part seven
The Black Burqas have attracted the notice of the patriarchy. I know this because they sent a man dressed in a black burqa with the intention of signing up. So they found a short guy, got him to talk in a squeaky voice and to walk without stamping his feet. He lasted about five minutes. He wasn't even able to lift 100 kilograms, so we ripped off his burqa and checked his genitals. Busted! Some of the sisters were all for punishing him severely and sending him on his way, a few wanted to kill him, but Sfiyah came up with a very clever idea. "We can keep him, and use him to feed misleading information back to his bosses." "Never," he said, "I won't betray my brothers." "Then you're no use to us," said Sfiyah, "give him to Basma, she'll play with him for a while and then kill him." Basma lifted her face veil, showed her teeth in a chilling grin, and licked her lips. Then she pulled out her tiny, but very sharp, knife. "What do you want me to do?" asked the terrified man. "Give him to me," I said, "I'll look after him, and if he resists, Basma, you can have him." Basma really hates men, and enjoys hurting them; long term. He'd probably lose his sanity after a few weeks. But I'd take care of him, and he'd be great as a double agent. So I took him home. Raafid wanted to know who she was, and why she was in his home? "Your home?" I asked. "Your home," he amended. "And mind your own business, this is Black Burqa business." Raafid shut up. He knew his place, and definitely didn't want a couple of Black Burqas on his case. And for obvious reasons, he thought that the person in this particular black burqa was a woman. "What's your name," I asked my fearful captive. "Abdullah," he replied. "So now you're also my slave," I told him. "And you will continue to wear your burqa and pose as a woman." Abdullah swallowed and nodded. I interrogated him about his mission, and how he was to report back to his superiors. As we talked, I held his hand, squeezing very gently by with the implied threat that I could crush it like a toothpaste tube. And I reminded him about Basma, and her tiny, but very sharp, knife. So he told me everything, and he was too terror-stricken to make up any lies. |
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Black Burqas
patriarchy
man
dressed
intention
signing up
short guy
squeaky voice
walk
stamping
lift
100 kilograms
ripped off
burqa
checked
genitals
sisters
punishing
severely
kill
Sfiyah
clever idea
misleading information
bosses
betray
brothers
use
Basma
play
kill
face veil
teeth
chilling grin
licked
lips
tiny
sharp
knife
terrified
man
resist
hates
hurting
long term
sanity
weeks
double agent
home
Raafid
business
person
woman
name
slave
wear
pose
interrogated
mission
report
superiors
talked
hand
squeezing
gently
implied threat
crush
toothpaste tube
reminded
terror-stricken
lies.
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Price: 8.00 |
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The ERG sorority
We were just gossiping about guys, as one does. I suppose guys gossip about girls, or maybe they just gossip about sports. I don't know. Boys just don't seem to be rational. Sex is the most important thing in the world, because sex leads to babies, and without babies, the human race goes extinct. Without baseball, the human race doesn't go extinct. Without football, the human race continues. And the same for basketball, cricket, soccer, golf and so on. Something we've all noticed is that there seem to be a bunch of boys that are turned on by female muscle, but there's also a bunch that are intimidated by us to the extent that they don't even appear on our radar. Judy said "I make money by dancing." And while she's dancing in her bikini, she shows off her thick muscles; the audience easily understands that she's stronger than any two of them. "They feel intimidated by my body, and even a bit scared. And when I suggest tips, they respond enthusiastically, with five and ten dollar bills. Sally reminisced about a jockstrap raid she'd been on. "It was great fun. We hit the ALE frat house. There were four of us, and the boys didn't put up any resistance, because they knew that they'd be knocked flat if they tried. So we smashed down their front door - it turned out that it hadn't been locked, but smashing it down set the scene. We barged into their dorm room and rummaged through their drawers, grabbing their most intimate garments - jock straps. They were a bit smelly, but we'd brought plastic bags to put them in. Then we marched out, past the boys who were still cowering in their living room. |
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gossiping
guys
girls
sports
rational
sex
important
babies
human race
extinct
baseball
football
basketball
cricket
soccer
golf
boys
turned on
female muscle
intimidated
radar
money
dancing
bikini
muscles
audience
intimidated
scared
tips
enthusiastically
jockstrap raid
ALE frat house
resistance
knocked flat
smashed
front door
dorm room
drawers
intimate garments
jock straps
smelly
plastic bags
marched out
cowering
living room.
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The Black Burqa part seven
The Black Burqas have attracted the notice of the patriarchy. I know this because they sent a man dressed in a black burqa with the intention of signing up. So they found a short guy, got him to talk in a squeaky voice and to walk without stamping his feet. He lasted about five minutes. He wasn't even able to lift 100 kilograms, so we ripped off his burqa and checked his genitals. Busted! Some of the sisters were all for punishing him severely and sending him on his way, a few wanted to kill him, but Sfiyah came up with a very clever idea. "We can keep him, and use him to feed misleading information back to his bosses." "Never," he said, "I won't betray my brothers." "Then you're no use to us," said Sfiyah, "give him to Basma, she'll play with him for a while and then kill him." Basma lifted her face veil, showed her teeth in a chilling grin, and licked her lips. Then she pulled out her tiny, but very sharp, knife. "What do you want me to do?" asked the terrified man. "Give him to me," I said, "I'll look after him, and if he resists, Basma, you can have him." Basma really hates men, and enjoys hurting them; long term. He'd probably lose his sanity after a few weeks. But I'd take care of him, and he'd be great as a double agent. So I took him home. Raafid wanted to know who she was, and why she was in his home? "Your home?" I asked. "Your home," he amended. "And mind your own business, this is Black Burqa business." Raafid shut up. He knew his place, and definitely didn't want a couple of Black Burqas on his case. And for obvious reasons, he thought that the person in this particular black burqa was a woman. "What's your name," I asked my fearful captive. "Abdullah," he replied. "So now you're also my slave," I told him. "And you will continue to wear your burqa and pose as a woman." Abdullah swallowed and nodded. I interrogated him about his mission, and how he was to report back to his superiors. As we talked, I held his hand, squeezing very gently by with the implied threat that I could crush it like a toothpaste tube. And I reminded him about Basma, and her tiny, but very sharp, knife. So he told me everything, and he was too terror-stricken to make up any lies. |
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Black Burqas
patriarchy
man
dressed
intention
signing up
short guy
squeaky voice
walk
stamping
lift
100 kilograms
ripped off
burqa
checked
genitals
sisters
punishing
severely
kill
Sfiyah
clever idea
misleading information
bosses
betray
brothers
use
Basma
play
kill
face veil
teeth
chilling grin
licked
lips
tiny
sharp
knife
terrified
man
resist
hurt
double agent
home
Raafid
business
person
woman
name
slave
wear
pose
interrogated
mission
report
superiors
talked
hand
squeeze
gently
implied threat
crush
toothpaste tube
reminded
terror-stricken
lies.
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Price: 5.00 |
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Blind Date Bruising
It's never wise to be a crude, obnoxious jerk when you bring your beautiful, shapely blind date home from an evening out! Lord knows such tall, curvaceous women are hard to resist, though unless you're invited, it's downright foolish to even think about pressuring her into something she has no interest in! Imagine your surprise when she flexes out of her tight-fitting outfit, to reveal that all of her luscious shape is rock solid muscle! Locking yourself in with her previously now only seals your fate, as she joyfully uses her massive strength advantage to dominate and humiliate your pitiful male form! You wanted her all around you this night, well that's just what you're going to get - though with alot more Bone-Breaking pain than you were ever expecting! An "alternate take" of our previous Blind Date Blessing audio story, once again performed super sensually by JuicyPeach Audio! (20 1/2 minutes) |
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crude
obnoxious
jerk
beautiful
shapely
blind date
tall
curvaceous
resist
pressure
interest
surprise
tight-fitting outfit
luscious
muscle
strength
dominate
humiliate
male form
bone-breaking pain
audio story
sensual
JuicyPeach Audio.
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Mutant Y
Teenage boy Frank believes he has a special "mutant" power, how else could he explain how he's able to become the ultimate object of affection to beautiful young girls around him - but not just any girls, girls with vast super strength, who can't seem to resist the "charms" of young Frank, who in return can't help but experiment with his newly discovered gift with a variety of teenage Amazon girls in his life! Very fun and sexy story here, written by a new (and Fantastic) AC author! |
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teenage boy
Frank
special
mutant power
ultimate object of affection
beautiful young girls
girls
vast super strength
resist
charms
experiment
newly discovered gift
teenage Amazon girls
fun
sexy story
new
Fantastic
AC author
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So, What's Your Archetype?
When 40-something Alec decided to return to college to train for his dream career, he couldn't help but notice the abundance of beautiful college girls on campus - though none of them drew him in like Tara! So much so he decided to innocently follow her around, her ultra shapely body and insanely buxom chest proved too much for him to resist! Though it wasn't until he stopped, that she confronted him, though not in a way he expected, revealing things about herself that blew his mind (not to mention, his load) beyond anything he could have imagined! She quenching his fetish for strong, powerful women, and hers as well, over and over again! |
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Alec
college
dream career
beautiful
girls
campus
Tara
follow
shapely body
buxom chest
resist
confront
revealing
fetish
powerful women
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Price: 2.00 |
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