1. Illegal Immigrants


    Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Prostitution, Snuff, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 42.2, Source: sexstories.com

    balls on a string around their necks, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxes as souvenirs! Helga handed Amina a yellow backless minidress. “Your uniform, in street you wear it, working you put it on backwards so your tits hang out,” she explained. “I am not a whore!” Amina swore as blood dripped down her leg. “Of course you are a whore,” Helga snapped, “Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will have plenty of cock soon enough.” “I will not wear it!” Amina insisted. “Then go naked!” Helga laughed, “And go hungry.” “I should rather starve,” Amina replied. Amina waited until Helga was gone, she touched the Minidress, held it against herself and put it on, then in a moment of devilment she put it on backwards so her tits flopped out. “Very pretty my dear,” Herr Waldheim complemented her as he walked in. “Get out!” Amina screamed. “Delightful tits my dear,” he complimented her. “Smaller than your friends but very pretty. “Out!” she wailed. “Would you like to eat?” he asked. “Just a little fuck and you can have a lovely meal,” he added. “No!” she refused, “I should rather die.” “It can be arranged,” he agreed. “I shall be back when you are really hungry.” Herr Waldheim sadly walked away but cheered up when he met Walter Miller in the corridor. “How you doing?” he asked his old buddy. “Not so bad, you want to watch the video?” Walt asked. “Ja, why not!” Waldheim agreed. “Haven’t seen it myself yet,” Walt admitted, “Why don’t we get ...
    a few beers and watch it tonight?” ============================================================ Walt had a six pack of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a bottle of Chablis and they sat in the office waiting for the video to start on the big screen. The action started with recruits being interviewed. The interviewer’s face was never seen but the recruits were easily identifiable. “You know you might die for the Jihad?” they were asked. One shook his head, “I wish to live to fight,” he said so they rejected him. Eight young Arab men passed the interview. The scene changed, a woodland clearing. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns. An explosive vest, a young Arab slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his jacket and shirt over it. “Don’t look so guilty,” he is told. “Walk about outside.” The young man walks up the woodland path, “Oi Paki!” someone shouts. He turns angrily seeking his tormentor, “Say Hi to Mohammet for me!” the guy says. He sees his tormentor. A man in Army fatigues, with several more similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending. A man with a child’s radio control sent a command to Abdul’s explosive vest. Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black. “Bingo!” Sgt ‘Pongo’ Pink laughed as a puff of blue smoke erupted around Abdul’s waist. His jacket flew open scattering lining and flesh and bits of explosive belt over a fifty yard radius. His legs stood still or several seconds. His his head and shoulders were thrown several feet ...
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