The Island, Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 13

... me like the animal you are. I will strike a mighty blow for Allah when I strike you down and tear off your manhood with my bare hands!” “Just fucking try it, you Arab whore! I’m going to kick your ass and drag you back to camp by your hair! Then they’re going to fucking execute your ass! And I’ll hold you down while they do it!” I had never been so mad at anyone in my life. Normally I’m a pretty tolerant guy. Live and let live is my motto, and I’m more of a lover than a fighter. I’ve never hit a woman outside of Tae Kwon Do class, but this bitch was pushing my tolerance to way past its limit. It may have been yesterday’s humiliation that drove me to it, or it may have been pent up rage from being trapped on the island, or maybe the injury to Joelle made the conflict between us more personal. Whatever it was, as I stared into her wild eyes and heard her spewing venom and threats, I decided I was going to teach her a lesson she would never forget. I was going to humiliate her in ways I’d never even dreamed of in my life before this. “You cunt,” I said evilly. “You pathetic pile of shit. Did your father fuck a goat to produce you, or did your mother lay with camels until you popped out of her festering twat?” I was on a roll now! “Your compadres on the plane were complete losers. They all got themselves killed because you zealots are worthless dogs. Your men have no balls. And you—you’re supposed to be a woman? You’ve never seen a real man in your life, so I guess I shouldn’t ...

... be surprised that you act like one of those worthless dipshits instead of a real woman. You disgust me.” Her eyes bulged and spittle flew from her mouth as she screamed. “I will beat you to death, faithless scum. I will tear your pathetic man parts off and burn them as an offering to the one true god!” She waved the stick at me menacingly. I was beyond caring at this point. I began pulling on my meat, bringing it to erection, knowing this would incense her. Partly I just wanted to insult her in a way she would find humiliating. Partly I wanted to get her so mad she would lose control; an unbalanced opponent is much easier to defeat. “I’m going to show you what a real man looks like,” I told her. “I’m sure you’ve never seen one before. And you’re so disgusting you’d never get any man hard.” My cock was now rigid, jutting out saucily at her, the head purple and engorged with blood. She finally snapped, and rushed me in a rage, screaming incoherently. As she swung her club, I ducked and threw a turning back kick right into her midriff. She flew backwards and fell to the ground. I could have finished the fight right then, but I was now enjoying myself in some sick way. I continued to jerk off, smiling, while she caught her breath and rose to her feet. She ran at me again, swinging, and I ducked under the limb yet again and grabbed her burka, throwing her to the ground using her own momentum. Her headpiece ripped off, spilling dark hair all over, and the seam over her shoulder ...