Google translates العبد as slave.
Interesting. I might give an Arabic language site whirl.
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Google translates العبد as slave.
Interesting. I might give an Arabic language site whirl.
T
The Fallen Angel
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Abela and Akela (Pic stored on Tumblr)
Akela is the woman on the left and her daughter, Abeela is in the middle dressed in what appears to be Joseph’s coat of many colours which oddly enough makes her difficult to spot. They have arrived at this blacksmith shop because three days earlier Akela overheard her daughter on the phone telling one of her pals how much she had enjoyed the sleepover at her house and especially sharing the bed and a night filled with lots of pussy licking. Naturally Akela was shocked, somewhat bothered and bewildered and crept away quietly wondering what she should do. Who should she ask? There was of course her husband, Ewazi who traded in camels, grew to look like like one more each day but wasn’t quite as bright as his animals. There was the local Iman….but he would simply go running to the local judge who would put the girl on trial, find her guilty and personally hang her in public from his brother in law’s crane. She decided against that on the grounds that they were all a set of wankers and she was actually quite fond of the girl. She decided to Google Muhammad , which was not yet forbidden, and discovered that he was a slave owner who liked to give them a good shagging. Well!, what’s good for the goose and all that!
The next day was Abeela’s birthday so she took her to the local slave market to buy her a present. Abeela was absolutely gobsmacked! A juicy sex slave to keep her amused at night! Her mother did warn her that she would be responsible for her feeding and general maintenance which would come partly out of her pocket money. However Akela would pay a little extra by way of insurance. It was always considered prudent to have your slave fitted with a pussy ring to which you could attach a padlock and leash. A tattoo was also a good idea. It wasn’t often that slaves ran away as they were fairly easily spotted. They did tend to be white, female, attractive, slim, freshly whipped and naked. The local Muslim girls on the other hand did bear more than a passing resemblance to black, mobile letter boxes with a leather shoulder bag. At this point it is worth noting the Foreign Office advice to Brits travelling in Arabian countries. Basically it states that it is most advisable to have an eye test before travelling and make sure your glasses are the right prescription. It goes on to say that to date there have been 37 Brits arrested for attempting to post “Wish you were here” cards into the mouths of Muslim girls who happened to be be standing still on a pavement. Their indignation was understandable followed by calling upon Allah to reign down a thousand curses upon the head of the infidel tourist. If arrested then Tripadvisor warns against appealing to your embassy if the F.O. is run by someone called Boris as your fifty pound fine may be increased to a public beheading. That would ruin your holiday. As a last resort you could sell your daughters into slavery and convert to Islam.
And that is why we are here today at a local blacksmith having a pussy ring fitted.
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Well told story with a fine illustration!!!
Abela and Akela
Akela is the woman on the left and her daughter, Abeela is in the middle dressed in what appears to be Joseph’s coat of many colours which oddly enough makes her difficult to spot. They have arrived at this blacksmith shop because three days earlier Akela overheard her daughter on the phone telling one of her pals how much she had enjoyed the sleepover at her house and especially sharing the bed and a night filled with lots of pussy licking. Naturally Akela was shocked, somewhat bothered and bewildered and crept away quietly wondering what she should do. Who should she ask? There was of course her husband, Ewazi who traded in camels, grew to look like like one more each day but wasn’t quite as bright as his animals. There was the local Iman….but he would simply go running to the local judge who would put the girl on trial, find her guilty and personally hang her in public from his brother in law’s crane. She decided against that on the grounds that they were all a set of wankers and she was actually quite fond of the girl. She decided to Google Muhammad , which was not yet forbidden, and discovered that he was a slave owner who liked to give them a good shagging. Well!, what’s good for the goose and all that!
The next day was Abeela’s birthday so she took her to the local slave market to buy her a present. Abeela was absolutely gobsmacked! A juicy sex slave to keep her amused at night! Her mother did warn her that she would be responsible for her feeding and general maintenance which would come partly out of her pocket money. However Akela would pay a little extra by way of insurance. It was always considered prudent to have your slave fitted with a pussy ring to which you could attach a padlock and leash. A tattoo was also a good idea. It wasn’t often that slaves ran away as they were fairly easily spotted. They did tend to be white, female, attractive, slim, freshly whipped and naked. The local Muslim girls on the other hand did bear more than a passing resemblance to black, mobile letter boxes with a leather shoulder bag. At this point it is worth noting the Foreign Office advice to Brits travelling in Arabian countries. Basically it states that it is most advisable to have an eye test before travelling and make sure your glasses are the right prescription. It goes on to say that to date there have been 37 Brits arrested for attempting to post “Wish you were here” cards into the mouths of Muslim girls who happened to be be standing still on a pavement. Their indignation was understandable followed by calling upon Allah to reign down a thousand curses upon the head of the infidel tourist. If arrested then Tripadvisor warns against appealing to your embassy if the F.O. is run by someone called Boris as your fifty pound fine may be increased to a public beheading. That would ruin your holiday. As a last resort you could sell your daughters into slavery and convert to Islam.
And that is why we are here today at a local blacksmith having a pussy ring fitted.
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Muslim girls on the other hand did bear more than a passing resemblance to black, mobile letter boxes with a leather shoulder bag.
Muslim girls on the other hand did bear more than a passing resemblance to black, mobile letter boxes with a leather shoulder bag.
Our former Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs has apologised to a letterbox.
Naraku
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T
The Fallen Angel
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A Hijab For A Slave. (Pic stored on Tumblr)
Now that is not something that you see every day! No wonder the ladies out shopping on the right of the pic look a little surprised. It’s princess Simna of Khabadami and her friend Yadur on a little shopping expedition in a downtown supermarket. They’ve just bought a little slave to share who will also come in useful at their parties whether mixed or girl only. Being considerate of their new purchase they obviously weren’t going to let her walk naked all the way back to the palace without wearing a hijab. So, here they are fitting her out with suitable headgear. Alice Johnson was just another student who’d finished her A levels and decided on a solo gap year out in Khabadami but her knowledge of Khabadaminese wasn’t really up to much. She thought she was following signs to a meat market as she fancied making a curry but ended up being sold to Simna and Yadur. She consoled herself with the fact that out of all the girls for sale she attracted the biggest bid. Up until this year for as long as she could remember Alice had spent summer with her aunts Agnes and Eulalia in their little castle on the banks of Loch Ness. She was always disappointed when the monster failed to make an appearance. She’d also grown out of jigsaws, colouring books and Famous Five stories so that is why she is in this supermarket absolutely naked apart from her hijab.
Suddenly a flash. The paparazzi in the form of The Khabadami Nudes Of The World were here having been tipped off about the princess being in town. Simna was alert to their presence and protected Alice from having a pic of her tits all over the front pages by a well judged covering movement of her hand. A polite but firm reminder from Simna to the press that unless they cleared off then she would have them all whipped to death soon solved the problem.
On the road to the palace Alice gained the impression that for a week at least she would sleep in the same bed as Simna and Yadur who would take it in turns to ravish her. Oh well...it beats Loch Ness any day
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Alice is being treated too well!!!
A Hijab For A Slave
Now that is not something that you see every day! No wonder the ladies out shopping on the right of the pic look a little surprised. It’s princess Simna of Khabadami and her friend Yadur on a little shopping expedition in a downtown supermarket. They’ve just bought a little slave to share who will also come in useful at their parties whether mixed or girl only. Being considerate of their new purchase they obviously weren’t going to let her walk naked all the way back to the palace without wearing a hijab. So, here they are fitting her out with suitable headgear. Alice Johnson was just another student who’d finished her A levels and decided on a solo gap year out in Khabadami but her knowledge of Khabadaminese wasn’t really up to much. She thought she was following signs to a meat market as she fancied making a curry but ended up being sold to Simna and Yadur. She consoled herself with the fact that out of all the girls for sale she attracted the biggest bid. Up until this year for as long as she could remember Alice had spent summer with her aunts Agnes and Eulalia in their little castle on the banks of Loch Ness. She was always disappointed when the monster failed to make an appearance. She’d also grown out of jigsaws, colouring books and Famous Five stories so that is why she is in this supermarket absolutely naked apart from her hijab.
Suddenly a flash. The paparazzi in the form of The Khabadami Nudes Of The World were here having been tipped off about the princess being in town. Simna was alert to their presence and protected Alice from having a pic of her tits all over the front pages by a well judged covering movement of her hand. A polite but firm reminder from Simna to the press that unless they cleared off then she would have them all whipped to death soon solved the problem.
On the road to the palace Alice gained the impression that for a week at least she would sleep in the same bed as Simna and Yadur who would take it in turns to ravish her. Oh well...it beats Loch Ness any day
Och, a kent it war Agnes wha left the PC on when she hadna loggit oot o CruxForums
pittin ideas in yon lassie's heid (min ye, a blame yon Enid Blyton
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Crux-Emperor Baracus X
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old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
(min ye, a blame yon Enid Blyton
Och yes, Anne in Famous 5 always wore nice short skirts!!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I haven't heard that clear a statement since my last Robert Burns Supper where I was Swordbearer. While I was digging into my third helping of Haggis and listing to the Immortal Memory, the word of address came back to me:Och, a kent it war Agnes wha left the PC on when she hadna loggit oot o CruxForums
pittin ideas in yon lassie's heid (min ye, a blame yon Enid Blyton
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
T
The Fallen Angel
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Slave Training (Pic on Tumblr)
Strictly speaking in the Middle Eastern kingdom of Khabadami white tourists are not allowed to whip slaves in public although they may purchase one for their own use while in the country. Hoteliers generally turn a blind eye to the extra guests in their rooms. Some tourists like Tree pictured here whipping his new slave are rather cunning and get round the laws by adopting clever disguises. While everyone here at CF thought that Tree had suffered a head injury after slipping on ice and was recuperating in hospital the truth of the matter was that he was having a cheeky little holiday here in the sun. Blending in with the locals was no real problem for a man of many talents. Some brown shoe polish, a tea towel with a bit of rope to fasten to head, the hotel bedroom curtains with suitable arm holes cut in and a bit of plastic jewellery from the local Chinese Bazaar completed the illusion. Slave training became so popular at the markets that staging and seats were often hired for the afternoon and shoppers were treated to a free spectacle.
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Looks like the Middle East might be the next mission for CIA agent {Barbara Moore}.
Slave Training (Pic on Tumblr)
Strictly speaking in the Middle Eastern kingdom of Khabadani white tourists are not allowed to whip slaves in public although they may purchase one for their own use while in the country. Hoteliers generally turn a blind eye to the extra guests in their rooms. Some tourists like Tree pictured here whipping his new slave are rather cunning and get round the laws by adopting clever disguises. While everyone here at CF thought that Tree had suffered a head injury after slipping on ice and was recuperating in hospital the truth of the matter was that he was having a cheeky little holiday here in the sun. Blending in with the locals was no real problem for a man of many talents. Some brown shoe polish, a tea towel with a bit of rope to fasten to head, the hotel bedroom curtains with suitable arm holes cut in and a bit of plastic jewellery from the local Chinese Bazaar completed the illusion. Slave training became so popular at the markets that staging and seats were often hired for the afternoon and shoppers were treated to a free spectacle.
T
The Fallen Angel
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Well here we are back in the Kingdom of Khabadami and yet another gap student has fallen into the wrong hands. I think she relied on her sat nav which can send you to Wales in S.Yorkshire instead of a rugby match. You would have to be a bit dim , Belgian or grade G at Geography not to know the difference. Her new owner has paid a local blacksmith for ringing her pussy, a chain and padlock and the owner’s brand. Now she is wondering where she is going to be branded and are they going to give her at least an aspirin! The way she is strapped to the special pussy ringing anvil I think there are only a choice of two places.
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FELIS RESPICIENS
Well here we are back in the Kingdom of Khabadami and yet another gap student has fallen into the wrong hands. I think she relied on her sat nav which can send you to Wales in S.Yorkshire instead of a rugby match. You would have to be a bit dim , Belgian or grade G at Geography not to know the difference. Her new owner has paid a local blacksmith for ringing her pussy, a chain and padlock and the owner’s brand. Now she is wondering where she is going to be branded and are they going to give her at least an aspirin! The way she is strapped to the special pussy ringing anvil I think there are only a choice of two places.
Are you reading Baracus' mind? #24
Wrong hands?!?!
Well here we are back in the Kingdom of Khabadami and yet another gap student has fallen into the wrong hands. I think she relied on her sat nav which can send you to Wales in S.Yorkshire instead of a rugby match. You would have to be a bit dim , Belgian or grade G at Geography not to know the difference. Her new owner has paid a local blacksmith for ringing her pussy, a chain and padlock and the owner’s brand. Now she is wondering where she is going to be branded and are they going to give her at least an aspirin! The way she is strapped to the special pussy ringing anvil I think there are only a choice of two places.
Those are Tree's cousins. She will be well taken care of!!!