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The rebels
of Colonel Fahim are trying to overthrow the incompetent government. They
demanded more rights for the Islamic people, no more decadence of the Western
world. Islam must be restored to its historic roots. They began their journey in
At night,
from a distance they saw the city of
Silently,
they used the stairs to find the living quarters. Hasan carefully located each
bedroom. In one room, he saw a young girl, no more then twenty for sure. Her
breasts were still firm and seem to defy gravity. Her face was pale in contrast
to his brown face. She was obviously not a native Egyptian. He signalled two
privates to guard the room. His search continued. At the end of the hall, he found
the last bedroom. He signalled the other privates to assist him. Colonel Fahim
watched from the end of the hall. His lieutenant and his privates entered the
room. Shouting was heard and quickly it ended.
Colonel
Fahim, wearing traditional army clothing entered the room. His body wasn’t as slim
as it once was. His hair had started to turn grey. His cigarette smoke soon filled
the small room. The mayor, shaking and perspiring, looked at Hasan’s gun and at
the Colonel.
“What do
you want?” he asked, not sure of himself.
“We have come
to free the country of the infidels,” The Colonel spoke up. He nodded to Hasan
to lower his weapon.
“As we
speak, my men are searching for Western influences. Especially American movies
or music. Our traditions must be restored. Any foreigners they encounter will
be killed.” He continued.
“Please, I
didn’t anything wrong. Please let me live! By Allah, let my daughter live.” The
mayor pleaded for his family’s life.
“You mean
that foreign woman sleeping in that bedroom? You disgust me! How dare you!
Having an infidel daughter. As a mayor, you truly are incompetent.”
Enraged,
the Colonel took his gun from its holster and shot it. The mayor’s shirt became
drenched with blood and after a few moments he was dead. The girl in the next
bedroom screamed. Fahim and his men entered the girl’s bedroom. They looked at
the scared women in the corner of the room, covering her face with a sheet.
“What’s
your name, infidel?” The colonel inquired.
The woman
didn’t answer. He took away her sheet. She automatically used her hands to
cover her face. Two privates took her arms apart and she was confronted by the
intruders. The colonel slapped her.
“Come to
your senses! What’s your name?”
“My father,
what happened to him?” she asked quietly.
“He’s dead.
What’s your name?” he asked more firmly.
She was
shocked to hear her father was dead. She didn’t cry; she was too scared they
would shoot her or worse. Her eyes were swollen and her pupils dilated. She
looked at the Colonel’s old rugged face.
“My name
is,” she sobbed “
“What? That
sounds like a Christian’s name. You mean you’re a whore?”
“I’m not
that kind of girl.” She answered protesting.
“Sure you
are, all Christians are whores.”
Colonel
Fahim briefly paused.
“Are you
cut?” the colonel inquired.
“What do
you mean?” the girl asked, still sobbing.
Fahim
nodded his lieutenant to spread her legs. She protested but he pointed his gun
at her face; she let him do what he had been told. She didn’t wear any panties.
Only the Colonel took a closer look.
“Damn,
she’s a whore! She’s uncut. By Allah, these foreigners are perverse.”
She
understood what he meant. Trying to regain her strength she said:”I’m not a
whore. It’s wrong to be cut.”
“Aren’t you
familiar with the teachings of the Sheik Ghazi Burhan Ihaa? Every woman should
be circumcised, as it is required by Islam. A woman should not commit adultery.
A woman, when she enjoys her body, she will be unfaithful.” The colonel
rebuked.
“You’re now
our captive and you’ll serve us. That will be your punishment. Firstly, we’ll
go to the town square and show the people that the mayor is dead and we have captured
his filthy whore.”
The colonel
hit her in the head with his gun; she lost consciousness.
They went
to the town square, where people were watching what the Rebel Army was up to.
Not many women were present. A table was being put up. Colonel Fahim and his
men walked up to it. The hooded woman was bound on the table. Fahim wetted his
lips.
“Friends,
as you know we occupied this city. This is the second city we have conquered
and it will not be our last. We don’t do this without a reason. We want to
restore Islam to its historic roots. It must be pure! Your mayor gave
accommodation to this infidel. We want to put an example to everybody present.
The whore is uncut!”
The public
gasped. A moment passed. The people started murmuring. Colonel Fahim waited
until it ended. He took his sharp knife and raised it into the air.
“People,
you’re free to join us. Resist us and you’ll face the consequences!” he continued.
He nodded
Hasan to remove
“Ah, she’s
awake! Look who has been sleeping.” He said, while waving his knife in front of
her.
“We have a
surprise for you.”
“Please
don’t. I’m begging you. I’m wealthy. I can give you anything you want.”
“You dumb
slut, you just don’t get it, do you? We don’t need your corrupt money. Now, be
quiet!” He said.
He again
showed his knife to her, slowly lowering it across her body. She trembled each time
it briefly touched her. The sun shone heavily on her body. He poked her belly, she twitched. The public
watched intensely. He used the cold flat side of his knife to press against her
hot vagina. The girl shivered. Then, he carefully pressed the sharp point of
his knife against her clitoris; leaving it intact. The woman tried to move her
body away from it. But each time, her body returned to its original position.
At the end, she gave up trying to move. He pressed his knife under her clit,
raising it slightly. He heard the women breathe quickly and deeply. She closed
her eyes, clenched her teeth and took a quick deep breath. The man was
unmerciful when he cut her clit away.
“A nice
tight hole, just as a woman should be.” The Colonel commented.
When the
medic left, Fahim continued: “Friends of Islam, let’s make this woman eat her
own infidel parts.”
He went to
her and took
“Open your
mouth, girl. You need to eat.”
“If you
don’t do what I say, I’ll cut off one of your fingers too.” Fahim added.
The girl
didn’t react. The colonel didn’t hesitate to cut off her left pinkie. The
woman, screamed. Her eyes were wide open.
“This calls
for a celebration.” One of the men said.
All the
rest agreed. A party was set up. Of course, no alcohol was being served. There
was much food. The men danced and sang songs. The colonel and lieutenant Hasan
went to bed early. However, the lieutenant couldn’t get much sleep. He stood up
and heard murmuring. He wanted to know what they were saying, just out of
curiosity. There was a campfire with men surrounding it.
“The
Colonel and his men are just the people this country needs.” One of men said.
The man he
spoke to was slightly unhappy although he had been celebrating.
“What’s the
matter?”
“I…I…” the
unhappy man stuttered.
“Speak up.”
“I’m still
a virgin. I wanted to fuck that whorish cunt.”
The other
man gasped. He pretended he didn’t hear it. But he found himself unable to
speak. Hasan thought it was time to intervene. He approached them and
introduced himself.
“I’m Hasan,
a loyal supporter of Colonel Fahim. I’m one of his lieutenants. I’m sorry I’ve
overheard your conversation. I couldn’t get to sleep.” He said apologising.
“That’s all
right.” One of the unknown men said.
“Who’s the
virgin? If you join the army, we’ll make a man of you. It’s guaranteed.”
Unsettled,
the virgin quickly responded: “I am. I want to enlist. My name is Darim.”
“So, be it.
Tomorrow when we march to the Water Oasis, you’ll learn how to help the army.
In exchange, we’ll help you.” Hasan continued.
“Now let’s
get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day. Especially for you, Darim.”
Hasan went
to his tent and the others went to their homes. Darim could not fall asleep. He
thought about the army, about what would happen to him. He was never a part of
something this big before. He felt he could make difference. After a long time,
his eyes finally closed. He managed to
get a few hours of sleep, after all.