The Island, Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 13

... ripped as well, gaping open. She rolled out of the fall and got back to her feet, shaking in rage. “You evil pig!” she shouted hoarsely. “Allah will strengthen my hand. I will kill you, and then kill the children one by one—the spawn of Satan you harbor on the beach.” She was so enraged she was completely unaware that her right tit was hanging out of the huge rent in her robe. Her breast was full, and tipped with a fat brown nipple, her heightened state of anger causing it to erect nicely. “You shameless whore!” I taunted her. “Even now you expose yourself to me like a prostitute. Admit it, you like looking at my manhood.” She looked down, and color filled her cheeks as she clasped the torn fabric to he chest with her free hand. If anything she became even more angry and determined. “You will not mock me further! Prepare to die!” She charged again, dropping the torn burka to deliver a mighty two-handed swing of the branch straight down onto my head. Except my head wasn’t there any more, as I slipped aside quickly. The branch thudded onto the ground, and I quickly reached in and tore the burka forcefully, extending the huge rent past her waist. The heavy black robe slipped off her, leaving her completely exposed. I guess she hadn’t bothered to put on anything else after her bath, in her hurry to escape. I wasn’t complaining; she actually had a nice body under the thing. Her figure was curvy but without any extra fat. She had nice full breasts, and the brown nipples were stiff ...

... and hard in the midst of her large, puckered brown areolae. Her pussy was hairless, as with most Muslim women, and I guessed she must have gotten laser treatments since she had no stubble after a few days of captivity. What kind of religious nut goes in for laser hair removal? I thought idly. Her gash gaped slightly as she stood spread-legged in the sun, breasts heaving as she gasped for breath. My boner pointed at her cunt like a heat-seeking missile, and I did nothing to hide it. Her nudity finally took the wind out of her sails. She stood panting, tears of rage and frustration coming to her eyes. “I will still kill you and all of your infidel friends,” she whispered hoarsely. “Perhaps I will torture the whore of a nurse who bathed me like a horse. I have seen how you look at her. You wish to rut with her like an animal. When I am through with her, that is all she will be fit for. You are not even fit for animals, as you are a filthy unbeliever. No real man would expose himself to a woman—a true follower of Allah—such as me. You are nothing and I shall KILL YOU!” With that, she spit at me, then rushed me once more, the sharp branch held in front of her like a sword. A cold rage filled me. Initially I had wanted just to subdue and humiliate her. Her cruel threats, driven by the warped religion she held to, had now angered me well beyond reason. If she was going to threaten Joelle, not to mention the kids, I was going to teach this bitch a lesson she would never forget. I met ...