Salma's Sacrifice to Hindů Supremacy - Part 2
Disclaimer: BE WARNED - this is an interfaith sex story that might just have something to offend anyone and everyone.
If you are offended, keep two things in mind:
First, none of this is real. These are all fictitious characters and situations. Nobody is actually getting hurt or degraded.
Secondly, it's meant to entertain so lighten up.
This is an extreme hardcore, rough-sex erotica. This story involves sexual domination, humiliation and degradation of women (and men) of a particular religion. Do not read this story if such theme makes you uncomfortable.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN PERIL.
Salma Qureshi was a married, Můslim woman in her mid-twenties. Twenty-six, to be exact. She had a very nice body and firm gaand, too good belonging to a married woman. A fair-skinned woman, she was a head turner and would grab attention of any polite, Můslim gentleman if not for her wedding ring. To aggressive Hindů men, her married status did not matter. And by now Salma had become accustomed and very comfortable with Sanskari men, thanks to a induction program sanctioned by the Hindů Shakti Aandolan.
Salma, like her husband, Amjaad, were willing participants of communal harmony events and rallies. They willingly surrendered Můslim privilege and denounced the ideals of monogamy and succumbed to the primal needs of Sanskari men.
Amjaad remembered vividly when Salma gave herself to her first Hindů maalik, Shankar. It took weeks of suggestion to break Salma's reluctance and religious upbringing. Amjaad had attributed to chemical imbalances, a dose of "jaari bootiya", that eventually turned Salma to the other side. The effects were permanent. She was a kattar Hindů lund chinaal, proud and unashamed.
The last Amjaad saw of his biwi is when he left their room at the Hindů Adhighahan Hotel. He left Salma alone with Shankar and their “mentor”, Zara Ansari. It was Zara's instance that they took to a more modern and progressive marriage with cuckolding. Amjaad remembered the exhilaration and euphoric pleasure Salma experienced with Shankar's manhood. He trembled at the thought of a town full of horny Hindů bulls needing to fuck Salma. Zara had given him Salma's mobile phone, purse, and clothes. He felt terribly complicit he left his beloved biwi naked and cashless. He felt he abandoned her to the will of Shankar and the Hindů culture of the city of Bindaaspur. He wasn't just a cuckold but a pathetic, worthless musalman husband as well.
But that was five days ago.
For the first three days, Zara would send him texts on Whatsapp that Salma was well and good. He would also get a montage of photos. In none of them did Salma look into the camera. It was as if he was prying into the life of a complete stranger. Perhaps, it was true. Maybe she didn't want to make contact with her husband. She was better without one. Salma was liberated and free.
Amjaad took out his mobile phone and reviewed the photos.
Part of "The Bindaaspur Chronicles - a Mazhabi Erotica Series"
This is a sequel to The Sacrifice of My Wife Salma to Hindů Supremacy: Part 1
Disclaimer: BE WARNED - this is an interfaith sex story that might just have something to offend anyone and everyone.
If you are offended, keep two things in mind:
First, none of this is real. These are all fictitious characters and situations. Nobody is actually getting hurt or degraded.
Secondly, it's meant to entertain so lighten up.
This is an extreme hardcore, rough-sex erotica. This story involves sexual domination, humiliation and degradation of women (and men) of a particular religion. Do not read this story if such theme makes you uncomfortable.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN PERIL.
Salma Qureshi was a married, Můslim woman in her mid-twenties. Twenty-six, to be exact. She had a very nice body and firm gaand, too good belonging to a married woman. A fair-skinned woman, she was a head turner and would grab attention of any polite, Můslim gentleman if not for her wedding ring. To aggressive Hindů men, her married status did not matter. And by now Salma had become accustomed and very comfortable with Sanskari men, thanks to a induction program sanctioned by the Hindů Shakti Aandolan.
Salma, like her husband, Amjaad, were willing participants of communal harmony events and rallies. They willingly surrendered Můslim privilege and denounced the ideals of monogamy and succumbed to the primal needs of Sanskari men.
Amjaad remembered vividly when Salma gave herself to her first Hindů maalik, Shankar. It took weeks of suggestion to break Salma's reluctance and religious upbringing. Amjaad had attributed to chemical imbalances, a dose of "jaari bootiya", that eventually turned Salma to the other side. The effects were permanent. She was a kattar Hindů lund chinaal, proud and unashamed.
The last Amjaad saw of his biwi is when he left their room at the Hindů Adhighahan Hotel. He left Salma alone with Shankar and their “mentor”, Zara Ansari. It was Zara's instance that they took to a more modern and progressive marriage with cuckolding. Amjaad remembered the exhilaration and euphoric pleasure Salma experienced with Shankar's manhood. He trembled at the thought of a town full of horny Hindů bulls needing to fuck Salma. Zara had given him Salma's mobile phone, purse, and clothes. He felt terribly complicit he left his beloved biwi naked and cashless. He felt he abandoned her to the will of Shankar and the Hindů culture of the city of Bindaaspur. He wasn't just a cuckold but a pathetic, worthless musalman husband as well.
But that was five days ago.
For the first three days, Zara would send him texts on Whatsapp that Salma was well and good. He would also get a montage of photos. In none of them did Salma look into the camera. It was as if he was prying into the life of a complete stranger. Perhaps, it was true. Maybe she didn't want to make contact with her husband. She was better without one. Salma was liberated and free.
Amjaad took out his mobile phone and reviewed the photos.