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It sounds weird and this story, but it was real.
It sounds hot!
Draw your own conclusions.
I conclude that I loved this.
Suddenly I woke up. Was it a dream? But my whole body ached and my back burned.
Dream? Nightmare? Illusion? Reality? Who cares. Just a great little vignette.
what would become of us?
Something truly horrific, I hope. ;-)
Could it really have been a dream?
Anything could be a dream. But are you a man, dreaming you are a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming you are a man?
end of the first part)
Great tease for the next part.
(CONTINUE PART 2)
Yum!
"I wonder what's in those boxes?"
Is it “what” or “who”?
Indira and Me -1
Awesome!
The story continue
An excellent continuation!
 
Me and Aisha New Adventure

It was another boring day for me. Never again did the master of dreams appear to transport me to the supernatural world of fantasies, through the portals, where I experienced strong emotions of capture and crucifixion with the beautiful Aisha. I tried to mentalize the master, and no answer. Suddenly, in my apartment, a woman appears, out of nowhere, dressed in a red suit, with long blond hair, with an grandeur, a characteristic, as I would say, of a queen. She was soon telling me: "Calm down, don't be afraid. My name is Marguizia, if you are you, give what you want most in your heart. I'm here to provide you with great adventures in one of the worlds that exist, in the portals of fantasies, from the simplest dreams to the most extreme."
I spoke to Marguizia about Aisha. I wanted to live an adventure with her, with her long black hair that reached a part of her buttocks, round and beautiful breasts, the skin of a light brunette, black eyes, almost thick lips, slightly thick eyebrows, and a vast pubic area in hair. Marguizia replied: "So it will be. You will again live a great adventure with Aisha.Now, get ready, close your eyes" I closed them. In a millisecond, when I opened them, I found myself in a desert, close to high dunes and right there was Aisha, naked, and by coincidence, I, too, was completely naked. Aisha went down towards me, in that beautiful smile of other fantasies, of other adventures. Aish said to me, "It's nice to see you again, Williams. Ready for another adventure? Look, we're going to be captured again. We're going to walk and climb the dunes and find our catchers." Aisha gave that wide, beautiful smile.

The scorching sun, we went down the dunes and down, and nothing in front of us. Our skins, bodies, tans, and another detail, thirsty. When we climbed a dune of considerable size, from the top of it, we saw tents pitched, a Tuareg camp, but, by their clothing, they were hunters. They certainly had water and food. But they were men without any sense of mercy, pity. Seeing each other, Aisha and I would be easy prey. Aisha looked at me and said, "Do you want to stay thirsty and hungry or we'd better give ourselves up. Let them see us?" I thought and told Aish that if I wanted to live an adventure.. it would be better for us to surrender voluntarily. Aisha looked me right in the eyes and smiled with contentment. We stood up with our hands over our heads,
calmly descending the dune towards the hunters' camp. It was not long before they saw us, and one of them mounted a camel and went towards us, taking with him a pointed spear.

Very close to us, he gave a light jab at Aisha, who shouted: "AA!" and then at me. We went faster, and there was another one, perhaps he was the leader of the group. They spoke a strange language. When we were already at the camp, another of them put my arms behind me and started to tie me up and then put a leather belt on forte.Com Aish was no different. She tried to look back to see how they were tying her up. Then they fastened her with a leather clip. We were placed with force and brutality on the sand, one very close to the other. Our sweaty, sour bodies, sweat running down our private parts... We breathed heavily. Then they tied our feet. They put my left foot on the right one, the same as Aisha's, and tied our feet with ropes and then leather loops. Aisha lightly leaned her tied feet and pinned to mine. I took advantage and started touching Aisha's fingers with mine. We smiled at each other.
It didn't take long for two of the hunters to put leather collars around our necks. Very tight, tight, with iron tips and a small ring, it certainly stops putting on a chain. We stood there, in total silence. Aisha and I moved our bodies forward, seeking to reduce the discomfort. Aisha moved her thirsty tongue, I was not inert in this situation. I was thirsty. Until one of our catchers came to us, carrying a kind of gourd full of water. He started to wet our pubic hair and then gave us a puddle of water to drink, violently pulling my hair and then Aisha's hair.
We spent the night in that humiliating situation. Tied up, naked in fur, defenseless, delivered. Dawned. Chains were placed on our collars. We were lifted up by force, and began a walk, with the hunters mounted on their camels, and we did not know where they were taking us. It was a long walk, under the desert sun, naked, wet with sweat, tired. We only made a couple of stops, then we continued to go to an uncertain destination. I looked at Aisha and told her, that despite the plight we were in, I considered her a brave and strong woman. Aisha once again gave that beautiful smile and said, "The most important thing is that we are together, no matter what."(Continue in part 2)
 
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Part 2:

There we were. me and Aisha, sweaty, sour, bare in fur, all exposed, tied with ropes and leather barrettes, our hands behind our backs and each wearing a leather collar. We were taken to a village, which is right in front of a large palace, with long towers and a huge garden. The guy who was on the camel taking me to Aisha stopped for a while and talked to the other hunters in the group. What would they do to us? Aisha and I stood at attention, breathing heavily. At that from behind us, one of the hunters came, pulled our hair, and another came and made us drink water, and threw water on our front, wetting my penis ~enis and hairs, ditto Aisha's hair, breasts, as well as our faces. Despite the brutality, it was beneficial for both of us, as it relieved us a little.
We were placed sitting on the floor and again they tied our feet and then used the leather clips, very tight. Suddenly, without the hunters seeing and hearing, Marguizia appeared, coming out of nowhere, asking and saying, "Hello, how are my adventurers? Stay very calm, because stronger emotions will come", Then he disappeared as much as he appeared. I believe that Aisha and I would spend the night there in the village and then, I suspect that we would be taken to the great palace. I said my suspicion to Aisha who replied: "You are right, because it is to the palace where we will be taken." I shook my head, in a thumbs up. Aisha smiled once again, in fact, we both smiled at each other, in the midst of pain.
We were brought to our feet, untied our feet, and then taken inside the palace. We forgot our situation a little and were amazed by the sumptuousness of that palace. The huntsman who was carrying us got off the camel, and now pulled us with a certain brutality, and forced us to get on our knees, and went to him, a very well-dressed man, in satin clothes and a large turban. They were conversing in a very strange language, which even Aish did not understand. They dialogued, gesticulated,. Including. I observed that the elegant man, who seemed to be a nobleman of the palace, carried a cane with him. He walked over to Aish and me, and use the cane and ran the tip of it over our hairs, and lifted my penis. He looked at both of them and gave a thumbs up to the hunter, who soon received a bag, I believe full of coins. Anyway, we were sold. The palace representative called a bald, strong, black guy, pointing at both of us. The brute shook in a thumbs up.
The brute pulled us violently by the chains attached to the collars around our necks. We fell a few times, and we had to stand up. We arrived at a parlor, he took the chains off our collars, and threw us against each other, facing each other, twat with twat We both screamed: "we fell togetherAaaaaaaa! Ooooooo!". We were locked in the parlor, and there was no window, except a very high dome. There we stayed, in silence, quiet. Soon, the door of the parlor opened and two guys in leather clothes entered, and right behind, a girl, very well dressed, in clothes of fine and bluish linen, wearing a golden tiara. The young woman approached us, looking directly at Aisha. He said: "Hello, Aisha, it's good to see you again, it's me, your cousin Zararha"

Aisha said, frightened and amazed: "Zararha!!!!, No!". Aisha looked at me saying, "Now we are in trouble, Zararha has always been my opponent and now, in her hands. what will become of us!?" Zararha stared at me and said, "You must be Williams, Aisha's companion, in situations of capture and pain. I promise that both will have a very delicious execution when they are crucified on the poles. Bring the piece of log." Behold, the guards who were with Zararha brought a piece of very thick trunk, untied our hands, ditto the leather clips, and tied them with their hands forward, in the iron rings, in the center above the trunk. Zararha looked at us with a sarcastic, ironic smile. Aisha was looking at her cruel cousin with one face, where she was with her teeth bared and her thick lips, when as if wanting to say something and I was in the same situation. Then our feet were tied again.
Behold, another guy enters the room, dressed in leather clothes and carrying a whip with leather straps, too. Aisha, in a gesture of courage, looks at Zararha and says; After the scourging, what will he do to us!!??." Zararha replied: "Well, later, you will be crucified, but I will take advantage of the moment to ask my helpers to take a little of the hairs of each one of you to keep as a souvenir." One of Zararha's guards approached me Aish with a razor blade in his hands and began to shave our hairs, starting with Aisha's and then mine. Zararha seemed pleased, ordering the whipping to begin. "Swish! swich! swichi!" that's how the whips sounded in both of us, the cries of "Aaaaaa! Oooo!! rang out through the place. There were ten lashes in each one. Then, right next to the parlor, there was a large patio, where they were already waiting for two posts on the ground. Aisha and I were put on the poles with total brutality."
Aisha and I were stretched out on our legs and arms. There were rings at each end of the posts, and we were tightly tied. Aish looked at me, then the other way, I did the same thing. Our left feet were placed on top of the right, tightly tied. Now, they had only placed a small wooden support to keep us standing, on the pole, of course. They took them away, and then they shod the poles with stones. I shouted to Aisha, "Aisha! Aisha! Try compressing the anus and vagina!!!". As a way of supporting Aisha in an effort, he replied, "I'm stunning... uu trying to do this!!But, it's difficult!!. Oooooo!". I sought to compress my testicles, compress my anus, trying to reduce suffocation. Ending in failure.
Zararha was sitting on a cushioned chair and watched everything with pleasure fighting!". Aisha lowered her head a little, looking at her pubic part, thinking maybe about doing something, but what about what? I looked at Aisha and in a tone of desperation said, 'Aisha! You are a warrior woman! Wonderful! We will die fighting!!. Aisha looked at her too saying, "Williams !! We were both strong in this fantasy! Morguizia gave us a sensational adventure! Let's die fighting!!". Zararha gave a standing ovation. When I woke up in my apartment, seeing nothing else, but satisfied. However, it was so sore. Thanks, Morguizia.
 
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The adventures of Williams and Asdza Chenoa, the Navajo woman.​


Hello, ladies and gentlemen. How are you? Here I am to live another fantastic, fanciful adventure, "ask" and surreal, gifted to me through the masters of fantasy, coming from the supernatural worlds, beyond which, we do not even imagine. Well, I was anxiously waiting for one of the masters of fantasies to appear: The master of dreams or Maguizia, the master of fantasies. I tried to calm down, to think about the other adventures I had lived with Aisha, whose person. I didn't forget. I was nostalgic. then, I said without wasting time: "Marquizia!". It was in a millisecond, that's when Marguizia, the master of fantasies, appears. Powerful dressed in a red suit, very tight on her body and those beautiful blonde hair. "Here I am, my dear. What you want, just ask"
I asked Marguizia what my next adventure would be? Aishia again?. Marguizia said, "No. Enough of Aisha, for now. You will live a new adventure, but this time in the southwest of the United States, where you will meet a woman, daughter, descendant of the Navajo tribe, in the states of Arizona and New Mexico. Her name is Asdza Chenoa. I'll show you soon, what Asdza looks like." Marguizia brought up before me an image of a beautiful indigenous woman. It was Asdza Chenoa, She was totally naked, on a sunny, hot day, typical of the southwestern region of the USA. I believe, from what I saw, it was the backyard of Asdza's house. She, naked in hair, tanned, giving without a shadow of a doubt the vast region of the pubis, vast in hair, beautiful breasts, brown skin, typical of Navajo women, long black hair, beautiful lips a little thick, eyes almost oriental, almost slanted, almond-shaped. His hands were close to his thighs. That beautiful body was on a braided mat.
Soon the image was gone from before my eyes. I went to Marguizia, saying that I did not want to waste any more time, because I wanted to be transported to New Mexico. Marguizia smiled, told me to get ready. In a snap of my fingers, and suddenly, I found myself in an outfit, in the style of the old west, in a place that seemed to be a camp with indigenous characteristics, and a fire lit, because it was already getting dark. When, to my astonishment and admiration, a woman came riding on a malayad colt, with black and white colors, bringing another foal, spotted too, but brown and white. She came close to me, and I soon recognized that she was the woman that Marguizia had shown in the surreal image, Asdza Chenoa, she was a beautiful Navajo woman, she was 35 to 38 years old. She was now dressed in a blue sweater, very tight, tight to her body, showing the voluminity of her breasts, navy blue jeans and black boots. Her hair was tied in a nice bun.
I saw that Asdza had a wonderful smile on his beautiful face. She was soon speaking;" You must be Williams, nice to meet you, I'm Asdza Chenoa. Maguizia talked about you to me, and even showed a surreal image of you, totally naked in fur." The Navajo woman said that Marguizia showed her to me totally naked, and I congratulated her on the beautiful pubic area of Asdza, quite vast in hair. And she thanked me. But after the presentations, I asked what our adventure would be. She invited me to sit on a small bench and she sat on another. And he explained to me in detail what our adventure would be like: "Well, Williams, I'm a police officer who works on the Navajo reservations here in New Mexico, and like you, I've always wanted to wish for secret adventures, until I met the masters of fantasy. You and I will go together, try to stop the illegal exploitation of minerals in Navajo lands. The villain we will seek to stop is called Cassandra Seller.
Cassandra is the owner of a large mining company, very influential, powerful woman, who commands a gang of mercenaries, trained bandits. I Asdza Chenoa and you Williams will try to stop her in the illegal exploitation of ore on the Navajo reservations, but in our fantasy we will always be captured. The big surprise in this fantasy will be at the end." I was excited and curious. I asked when we could start and Asdza said; "Right now, but first change your clothes, you won't need this cauboy outfit. I'm going to change too." We entered the tents. There was a tight leather shirt for me, ditto pants and boots, all the gray clothing mixed with brown. When I left, I saw Asdza coming out of her tent in a completely dark brown outfit, ditto her boots. Her long hair was loose. the leather outfit that Asdza wore was beautifully fitted to her body. He wore a leather belt with a holster around his waist, and a gun on it.
Asdza traced in the other hand a leather belt with a holster containing a gun and in the horse cell, rifles, I don't know if there were more modern or ancient. She was very clear with me: "the revolvers and rifles are just a pantomime, because, in fact, we will be, as I will always be, captured during the costume, ditto when we have to surrender, you know?" I nodded my head in a thumbs up. Then Asdza and I went to see on a map the location of the mine, on Navajo lands, where Cassandra was illegally mining minerals. We found out that it was located in Tuba City, in a region full of caves and valleys. Soon, we mounted our horses and set off on the adventure against Cassandra Seller.
Asdza was an Amazon, she knew how to ride very well, and she had my way. I asked Asdza, why she being a police officer, she sought maguizia to fulfill her deepest desires. Asdza replied: "I want to live strong emotions". I agreed, because I have already tried several, in the fantasies. We stopped for a while to rest, and Asdza Chenoa looked north and said that's right there that we're going to start our fantasy. Get ready." It was almost dawn, we were riding a little more. We stopped and then decided to go on foot with rifles in hand. And I asked what kind of fantasy Marguizia prepared for me and Asdza. We got very close to a mine, where there was large machinery, such as trucks, tractors, a vast amount of material.
Continued on part 2
 
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Joanna Monetti, the police officer assigned to recapture the fugitive criminal Rinna Kirby, was trying to negotiate Rinna's surrender alone. Joanna was behind boxes and vans in an abandoned factory, far from the city. The dialogue of the two was built as follows:
Joanna- Rinna, I want to give you a chance to surrender. Cooperate with me. I will guarantee your rights!.
Rinna-Never! I will not surrender!
A detail to be inserted is how both were dressed and physical description. Joanna Monetti was wearing a body-hugging sweater, with a large collar, dark jeans and brown boots and had a gun in her hands. She had green eyes, blond hair in the shape of a bun, she was very beautiful, while Rinna is wearing the orange clothes of the jail and has a white weapon, in this case a knife.
Rinna has black eyes, curly hair, is dressed in the orange clothes of the prison from which she escaped. And it has no physical weapon, but it is famous for its arguments, which can conquer anyone. Let us continue the dialogue between the two.
Joanna Monetti - Very well, Rinna, what have you decided? Will you surrender or will I have to take you by force?
Rinna- Joanna, I have something to tell you. You and your people don't all about me.
Joanna Monetti- What do you mean!?
Rinna: I belong to the most powerful criminal organization in the world, The Brotherhood of the Scorpion, directed and owned by Zurco Radamã, a powerful and influential businessman.
Joanna Monetti- You're bluffing!
Rinna (laughing)- Ah! Oh! Joanna, you don't know me. I am one of the leaders of the Scorpio organization. You'd better let me get away, for your own good. And I also know that you have always been curious to know more about Zurco Radamã and the Fraternity of the Scorpion.
Joanna Monetti - Yes, you are right, I have always investigated this organization and its boss. What is your proposal?
Rinna- let me get away. It will be better for both of us. After all, only the two of us are here in this place, in this abandoned factory.
Joanna Monetti: I have a proposal, much better.
Rinna- What would it be?
Joanna Monetti - I always wanted to know the organization of the Fraternity of the Scorpion, led by Zurco Radamã, and you can be the bridge that will connect me to what I want.
Rinna- Say the proposal right away.
Joanna Monetti – I'm going to surrender, surrender. I will be your hostage and take me to the organization.
Rinna- Wow! I have never seen this in my life. What a great proposal. She came to capture me and ends up being captured. Congratulations!
Rinna: Well, follow exactly what you tell him, do you understand?
Joanna Monetti- Of course, I'll do what you tell me.
Rinna- Show me your and walk very slowly to where I am. Understand the branch, throw it to the side where I can see it. Then, leave where you are and with your hands up. Did you understand?
Joanna Monetti- Yes, I understand.
Obeying Ranna's instructions, Joanna calmly steps out from behind the boxes and vans. At a very slow pace. The green eyes, the bun hair, the tight sweater with a large collar, the dark jeans and the brown boots. Her hands are up, but not exceeding her ears, but symmetrically, very close to her breasts, which form a beautiful volume, because the white sweater she wears is very tight on her beautiful body.
The place where Rinna is hiding is an abandoned shed. It has a staircase of 10 steps, and Joanna approaches them, but before going up to the shed Rinna says:

Rinna- stop! Calmly put your hands behind your back and climb step by step, very slowly and with your fingers intertwined. Joanna Monetti obeys without saying anything, just obeys Ranna's orders.

Joanna Monetti takes her time up the stairs of the shed. He enters Ranna's hideout, who "welcomes" him, saying:
Ranna- "Welcome my hostage. Now I'm going to tie you up and then we'll talk a little about what I'm going to do with you."
Joanna's eyes stare coldly at Ranna's face.
What now? What will become of Joanna? what are Ranna's plans for our heroine? We'll see Joanna Monetti's second part.
 
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