The destruction of Aisha chapter 2
Introduction:
Aisha favorite porn story writer reaches out to her and leads her down the path she has only fantasized about.
Section Two
It was a good thing Aisha was so familiar with her daily routine. Despite being tired from the late night with her newfound God. He was all she could think about. The few questions she did ask him only made him more of a myth in her mind. She knew rationally he was just a man. But still he had the power of life and death. He had read her own fantasy and corrected her to the reality of the torture. And yet she still craved it…no, needed it.
She had confessed to him. Told him that she wanted to prove to herself that she could withstand any level of torture for her faith, like Joan of Arc. She wanted to prove worthy of her God’s love. The problem was she did not care for the gods in the modern era.
She wanted a real God. One who would control her and prove to her he had real power over her. Jim had spoken to her. His writings were of a real God. And he had promised to prove them both worthy of the others love.
She had confessed that she had always gotten off on being humiliated since she was a little girl. She would push her mother and father to the point where they would pull her pants down and beat her ass in public. She confessed that her father had given her first orgasm when he had her bent over his knee. Of how she ground herself into his knee a split second before the blow landed to find a sensation so powerful she kept giving him reason to swat her again. Till it happened. The eruption was so powerful. So violent that her father thought he had truly caused her physical injury as she fell upon the floor in convulsions in front of him.
On lunch break, she sat in the field alone like most days sitting under her favorite tree reading Jim’s stories longing to experience everything he wrote about. In classes, she found herself daydreaming that it was her in his stories. She could not get them out of her mind. Even swimming did little to ease her tormented mind. When her body hit the water, she forced herself to hold her breath the entire length of the pool only to gulp once before turning back, imagining him holding her face under the water. She orgasmed as her swimsuit rode up and pinched her pussy while her kicking gave it just the right pressure. Her couch admonished her for her sloppy performance.
She was bright red when she climbed out of the water, looking nervously about to see how many have watched her as she did. And then she felt more shame as she realized she wanted them to see her. She wrote about it and posted it under her fantasy series during her last class of the day.
By the following night Aisha felt like she was going to explode. Like a drug addict she kept rereading all his stories, unable to focus on anything else. She would find herself grinding into whatever she was sitting on as she continued to read. Around eight o’clock the doorbell rang and her mother called her to the door to sign for a package.
The driver gave her a small box and her mother watched as she open the package. A beautiful perfume bottle and a card were inside. “The card read from your secret admirer.” She gave a single spritz from the bottle and instantly crinkled her nose. It was not a sweet smell. But Charlie seemed to like it, sniffing all about the area. Her mother shrugged saying; “boys. They have no idea about smells.”
Aisha laid on her stomach atop her bed trying to do her homework. The bottle laid next to her like a divine gift. She realized it was from him as soon as she read its label: “Scent of Bitch.” She was not sure if he would make her wait another day to decide. She had decided the moment they began talking she was his to do with as he pleased.
Both her laptop and phone chimed in unison, causing her to jump. She quickly accepted his video invite. The big red camera lens which she thought of as the eye of her real Lord and God appeared.
Jim: Have you decided Qurbani?
Aisha: Yes, my Lord. I give you my heart, soul and body.
Jim: What do you wish for, Qurbani? Say it. [i]
Aisha: [i]I want to be your sacrifice, your Qurbani. I want to be humiliated, degraded, abused. To serve you in every way you desire. To be tortured and—when you’re finished with me— you to snuff me on your alter.
A link appeared on the massager. WWW.Aishasdestruction.com
Jim: everything we do together, my little Qurbani, will be posted here for the world to see. You will blog on the site every day to give it content.
Aisha: Yes, my Lord.
Jim: If you decide to be my Qurbani, you must obey my every command without hesitation. Or I will send this link to your entire family and cast you out of heaven. Is that understood, Qurbani?
Aisha: Yes, my Lord. Please. I choose your alter.
Jim: Then disrobe. And kneel.
Aisha instantly disrobed and kneeled in front of her computer, head slightly bowed forward, hands placed behind her back. She awaited instructions for nearly twenty minutes before she was told to get her hijab on and climb onto her bed.
She leaned against her pile of pillows at the head of her bed and spread her legs. Her beautiful eyes were all that could be seen through her royal blue Hijab. She felt some relief as she wrapped her hijab around her head, concealing her face as her legs spread open, allowing a perfect view of her tight little pussy to the Eye of God.
She knew he was recording her as she ran her soft delicate hands up the side of her stomach showing off her toned figure. It excited her that he was going to put her on the internet. But she had mixed feeling that no one would recognize her. She was thankful on one hand but on the other she wanted to be degraded.
She looked straight at the camera; now focused on pleasing her God She tried giving him the best show. She bite her lower lip as her hands reached her sensitive breast. Aisha’s hands circled around her swollen breast slowly making their way to their hyper sensitive nipples releasing a soft pleasured moan.
It took effort to read his message as her fingers circled her nipples. But she obeyed his command and pulled them out as far as she could then pinching them between her nails hard. She instantly began whimpering as her body squirmed in mixed pain and pleasure. She did not ease up as her pleading eyes begged for more.
She was not disappointed as he instructed her to play with her filthy cunt a few moments later. Her right hand slid down her stomach to the top of her engorged pussy. She continued to slide her fingers down between her now soaked slit still staring into the unblinking eye of her God. She spread herself open for him to show how wet she was. Her tongue slid across her sultry lips still hidden by the fabric of her hijab.
His words were exciting her as she watched them appear on her screen under his eye; “your pretty little pussy is going to be destroyed before tonight is over Qurbani.” Her left hand joined the right, both holding her pussy open as the right index finger slowly traced around her opening. She nodded with pure lust as she read his next sentence; “You ready to lose your virginity Qurbani?”
She gasped as she pushed her finger in and out as he commanded her. The excitement of having someone watching her had her mind in a complete blissful fog. At his command she pushed her middle finger in beside her index and increased speed. A primal sound of pleasure escaped past her lips. Her eyes fluttered several times as the pending orgasm built. She fought hard not to cum as she did not have permission. And that was part of his commandments laid out that first night.
She was lost in the moment and when the command to remove he face cover came, it took her several moment to comply. It was clear on her face she was fighting back the orgasm. The squishing sound of her fingers now slamming in and out of her amplified her senses to near breaking.
Gasping for air as her mouth open and closed, it took every bit of her control to hold herself from going over the edge. She had to fight through teary slanted eyes to read his message; tell me what you want my Qurbani. Say it so I can hear you.
Groaning as she spoke; “Please my lord God. I need to cum so bad. Please may your worthless Qurbani cum?” the next chime was pure orgasmic bliss to her mind as she grabbed her nipple twisting it out, pinching for all she was worth. Aisha’s body began convulsing, her juices shooting all over her fingers and hand. The slurping noise was almost as loud as she was. cum ran down her ass crack as her body stiffened. The message still burning in her eyes as she let go to enjoy her divine reward. “Let the world see as you hurt your nipple. Then cum like a common whore.”
Aisha conscious mind slowly regained some of her senses. She laid there for a moment longer before sitting up and looking at the unblinking eye. A message appeared a moment later.
Jim: Welcome back Qurbani.
Aisha: Thank you my Lord.
Jim: thank you for what Qurbani? Get on your knees and show proper respect. Say it so I can hear it.
Aisha quickly kneeled down bowing forward and spoke as loud as she dared; Thank you my Lord for blessing me with such a great orgasm. I worship thee. Thank you, thank you.
Jim: Are you ready to surrender your virginity my beautiful Qurbani? You have permission to type again.
Aisha: oh yes my Lord. I’m so ready to please you in whatever fashion you want.
Her mind raced with the image of him appearing from nowhere. Snatching her as she walked home from school and taking her somewhere before brutally having his way with her. She felt her pussy moisten again as she kneeled Infront of her computer.
Jim: Where is your gift, Qurbani?
Aisha: It’s right here my Lord. I am most thankful for such a gift, My Lord.
Jim: Lol. You will spritz it once on that filthy cunt every hour your awake starting now.
Aisha jumped as she quickly spritzed the cool liquid onto her hot pussy as instructed. The sudden contrast sent shivers up and down her spines. Or maybe it was the fact that her God was blessing her with his desired oils.
Aisha: Thank you, My Lord. I will wear your gift with pride. [i]
Jim: [i]you are to switch to your phone Qurbani. Go outside to the grass patch in the back corner of your property with your family dog. Remain exposed as you are now.
Aisha: Yes, My Lord.
Aisha quickly did as she was told, grabbed her phone and switched their conversation to it before sneaking downstairs. Charlie was extremely excited to see her. His nose was buried between her legs every time she let go of his collar. This caused some issues trying to keep the eye of God up so he could clearly see everything. They finally had made their way to the grass pushing Charlie away so she could texted.
Aisha: I’m where you commanded my Lord.
Jim: It’s time for you to lose your virginity, Qurbani. Scent of bitch is a special blend of three female bitches’ pheromones. Every male dog will desire you from now to your end and you will pleasure them like a common whore.
Aisha’s expression contorted with fear as she read his words, finally understanding his plan. She found tears begin to stream down her face and the thought of how dare he through her mind. She was not into bestiality. To be made to suffer this was too much. She found it hard to swallow, thinking about what he planned. But the longer the moment lingered the longer the thought burned her soul. Then the familiar sensation between her legs and stomach began. It started as a slight tingle. Then an itch before a burning desire. She was her lord’s property. She lived to serve her God in any manner that pleased him.
Aisha: I live to serve my Lord God.
Jim: There is a camera hidden in the bushes. Kneel facing your pool then place it between your knees and call your dog. You’re to encourage him to use you and fuck you like a common whore. Let it come natural, Qurbani.
Aisha: Yes, my Lord. [.i]
With tears still streaming down her face, she located the small black surveillance camera. Kneeling as instructed, she positioned the camera in place. There was no need to call Charlie as he was already pawing for attention. His nose was at her ass before she even leaned forward.
As soon as she was on her hands and knees his cold nose was in her pussy, taking in her new scent. Unable to hold back, she gasped as the dogs snout spread her nether lips. The phone chimed and she saw Her Lord wanted her to spread her legs wider to allow Charlie better access. Then look up and forward.
She jumped as Charlie’s tongue slid across her sensitive hard bud. Up between her engorged lips, tasting her for the first time. The sensation of his tongue brought the strangest feelings. She was repulsed. But she revealed in the filth of the act. The thought of someone catching her in the backyard brought its own sensations and pretty quickly despite her tears she was encouraging him. [i] “Oh fuck, Charlie. Fuck… Charlie your tongue feels so good. Oh my God… oh my God, Charlie… I’m gonna cum… I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” And just like that she was biting her lips to prevent herself from waking the neighborhood. Her own fingers sought out her clit, rubbing it in hard and fast as he lapped up her juices.
Despite everything she had read online, she was not prepared for the large dog’s animalistic desires. Without warning, he went from licking her pussy to jumping up onto her back. His nails scratched her tender soft flesh as he tried multiple times to get into position to mount her.
She could feel his dick jabbing into her upper thigh and smooth mound as he continued to thrust forward and repeatedly try to penetrate her. She could not help think how wrong it was, that family dog was gonna destroy her flower instead of her husband. As she was contemplating stopping all this, Charlie found his mark.
Yelping as she felt him penetrate her folds without mercy, she squirmed. It took him several jabs to break through his bitch’s hymen, but unlike a man—who would have been gentle—he just plowed her for all he was worth.
Aisha’s tears flowed freely from the pain as Charlie destroyed her flower. She was stretched wider than she had ever thought possible. Regardless of the pain and discomfort, she encouraged him; “fuck me Charlie. Fuck me like the cheap fucking whore that I am. Use me like a bitch in heat.” As she spoke and the humiliation of being recorded in the act of fucking a dog registered completely in her mind. The pain was replaced by the need and desire. Her pussy squeezed Charlie’s cock as she erupted into another orgasm.
Aisha felt foggy as pleasure wash over her like never ending waves. But something was nagging at the back of her mind. Then she felt it. The dogs knot was slamming into her pussy lips and Charlie was forcing it through. She tried to fight him off, however a nip at the back of her neck ended that quickly. The pain as the tennis ball sized knot pushed its way into her. She cried out in pain as it stretched her insides further.
She felt his doggie dick slamming into her cervix, making her cry out again. Animalistic lust had consumed her. She was pushing her hips into him trying to keep the momentum going. Her pussy was on fire as nonstop spasms milked her stud directly into her womb. Her sound of pleasure were not even human as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body.
Aisha finally collapsed forward dragging the poor dog down with her. She was lost in the afterglow of feeling so disgusting. She laid there sprawled out for about twenty minutes before her lover was able to free himself with a plop. His cum dripping from her.
Her phone chimed and she read the message; “show me your wreaked cunt Qurbani.”
She spread her legs wide and moved her phone so her lord’s eye had a great view of her stretched out hole that was gaped obscenely.
She squatted and caught as much of the dogs cum when he commanded her to lick it from her hand like a bitch in heat. She did not enjoy the taste. But relished the act as she followed her Gods commands.
She took the camera with her and snuck back into her room. Before she was allowed to sleep she was told she had to take care of Charles’s needs before school. She set her alarm an hour early so she could complete her new morning routine task undisturbed.
