Daughters of Vengeance!

The start of the mission: Aisha!

Aisha was in a small, discreet hotel in London and kissed a young man named Angelo. He was the son of a high-ranking French secret service agent who had just come of age. The man who had raped and impregnated Keesha's mother. The man who wanted to have the unborn Keesha killed in her mother's womb.

Aisha put her tongue in his mouth and put her hand on his pants. She was dressed like a devout Muslim, with her entire body modestly covered except for her hands and face. Angelo was still a virgin when it came to women. You could say he was still a child - a cub in the lion's den. And Aisha was the lioness! Aisha was older than Angelo - Keesha's "bastard" half-brother. Since he had never met his mother, due to his upbringing there had never been a woman in his life who had taken the place of a mother or at least some kind of mother substitute. So Angelo was all too vulnerable to seduction by a mature and experienced woman. How could he have known that this encounter that had taken place yesterday would lead to his death today?

Aisha - members of the group "Daughters of Vengeance" - the name by which this group of deadly Muslims would soon become the terror of Western Christian men - targeted their exclusively male victims at their weak points! Sex, sex and more sex! When is a man at his most careless and vulnerable - during sexual intercourse or immediately after! Poor Angelo - how could he have guessed that he would only serve the "Daughters of Vengeance" as a "door opener" to his father!

Aisha let her hand slide to her young victim's cock and was pleased to see that his penis was already hard. She could clearly feel the pulsating flesh and ran her hand over his erection. The greed in Angelo's face was very clear and a slight moan came from his lips. The perpetrator and victim entered the young man's hotel room. Aisha was pleased to see that her victim's laptop was on the table in the room. This laptop was a significant target of today's operation. It was Angelo's father's (Gheorge) private laptop. Angelo was supposed to meet his father tomorrow and bring his laptop with him. Her own cell phone was equipped with very special software that made it possible to copy the contents of laptops and cell phones.

Both stood in front of the king-size bed in the hotel room. Aisha took her cell phone out of her handbag, took Angelo's cell phone from his hand and put both devices on the table next to the laptop. "Get rid of the cell phones - now it's just you and me. Come on, Angelo, let me feel your lust and power, " she whispered in the young man's ear. Her body looked adorable in the moonlight that shone through the hotel room. His eyes widened. Aisha was pleased to see that the horniness was so clearly evident on her victim's face. He was a handsome boy with a slim body. If his penis were the same as the rest of his body, she wouldn't be dissatisfied. She knew that copying the data from the laptop and cell phone would take some time - for him, the time until his death was essential. But he should enjoy the joys of sexual intercourse with a devout Muslim woman for once - for him, for the first and last time. For Aisha and her fellow fighters, having sex with unbelievers was a means to an end.

"Come on baby, take off your clothes, " she hissed seductively and opened the belt of his pants and the zipper. His pants fell to the floor, revealing a pair of boxer shorts that were bulging. His penis seemed very large - and would certainly look good mounted on a wall shelf or in a large glass container. "Let me take my medicine first, " the young man gasped excitedly and reached for his inhaler that was in his jacket pocket. He took the inhaler and pressed it to his mouth. Aisha made a mental note to "prepare inhaler" - not for her current victim - but perhaps for a next victim.

She pulled his jacket over his shoulders and let it slide to the floor. Her hands slid over his shirt and opened one button after the other. The shirt also slid to the floor. Then she took his head in her hands and kissed him gently “don’t worry – I’ll be gentle”.

Angelo - not knowing that he was already doomed to die - frantically took off his shoes and violently ripped down his boxer shorts. His cock stood upright and twitched violently. "A nice hard beating, " thought his murderer and gently pressed her victim onto the bed. Angelo noticed her fingernails, which were decorated with exotic motifs in gold. What he could not have known - the motifs stood for death and revenge.

Now Aisha began the dance of death - the prelude to the young man's death. She let the traditional outer clothing slide from her shoulders, but initially kept her trousers and hijab on. Angelo moaned loudly at the sight of her upper body. A white lace bra held her massive breasts. There were openings around the area of ​​the areolas and nipples, revealing both to the viewer. Then she opened the button of her trousers and let them slide to the floor as well. The sight of her white G-string with the very hairy intimate area behind it that was all too clearly visible made him moan even louder.

"Do you like what you see?" Aisha said. She could have spared herself this question - her victim's face had turned red, beads of sweat streamed down his face, his excited moaning and his stiff member spoke a clear language.

"Oh yes Aisha - you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I am so grateful that I got to know you and that we are both here now, " he gasped. "You certainly wouldn't be so pleased if you knew how this encounter would end for you, " she thought as she took off her bra and her soaking wet G-string. It was obvious that she was also very aroused. She picked up the G-string, ran a finger over it and let Angelo lick the finger that was stained with her pussy juice. Then her hand slid over his nipples and his throbbing cock.

She climbed onto the bed, positioned herself above his abdomen, slid down slowly, guided his enormous erection into her vagina and grabbed his body with her legs. Seeing this beautiful woman insert his penis into her vagina was like a dream come true. Her skills exceeded all his expectations.

"Oh shit, that's totally awesome. I feel like my cock is clamped in a vice." Crushing a cock with the help of her vaginal muscles was of course impossible - but years of training meant that she could give a man the feeling that his penis was "stuck" - and inflict pain on his sexual organ.

"Your French cock is so nice and big and hard - I've never felt such a big cock inside me, " his murderer gasped, "I'd prefer never to part with that piece of meat again." Which she wouldn't do - but the young man couldn't imagine that even in his wildest fantasies. Slowly and very carefully, Aisha began to move her lower body back and forth.

"You must like riding my cock, " he gasped, grasping her hips with both hands. Aisha put her hands on his upper body and began to intensify the pace of her lower body movements. His face was burning and the sweat from his forehead was flowing towards his eyes. Aisha bent her upper body forward and licked the sweat from his face. His hands slid from her hips and caressed her large breasts. When Alisha lifted her face from his, the doomed Angelo tried to kiss her large areolas with his mouth. His murderer laughed and bent her upper body back so that Angelo raised his head in vain.

She put her hands around the young victim's neck and continued to stroke his cock up and down. Her pussy was wet and she felt his hard member pulsing inside her. Angelo thought he was in heaven - it must be a dream to fuck this Muslim goddess. And the reduction in his breathing - caused by her hands - seemed to increase his pleasure even more. He had the feeling that his penis was growing infinitely large. Then - without warning - his murderer's hands were released from his neck and she slipped off his body.

"Don't get up, my young French stallion, " she whispered, got up from the bed and went to the table where she had put her bag. His face had turned slightly blue, which she noticed with satisfaction. She reached into the bag and pulled out a wrapped condom. Her young victim raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw that Aisha was holding the condom in her hand. She knelt down in front of his abdomen and ripped open the packaging. She put the condom in her mouth and sucked his cock by pulling the condom over it. A loud moan escaped Angelo's throat.

Then she climbed onto the bed, positioned her abdomen over his face and sat on his face. "Do you want me to stop doing this?" He felt his heart beating faster. Suddenly he noticed that Aisha was sucking on his balls and rolling them around in her mouth. His tongue darted back and forth, sliding over her labia and pushing into her vagina. "Come on - you can definitely do better than that. Don't stop." Then - again without warning - she rose, turned back to her victim, grabbed the piece of throbbing flesh between his legs and inserted his cock back into her vagina.

"Do you want to cum inside me?"

"Yes, " he moaned with lust as if he was riding him faster. She felt him coming. The timing was perfect - at the moment of his ejaculation she also felt a violent orgasm. He was an unbeliever - but in the spirit of her mission, all means and ways were justified to achieve the goal. She was supposed to stand next to the doomed Angelo and pulled the condom from his still hard and sperm-smeared cock.

"That was absolutely insane - I felt like my penis was going to explode. Now I need my inhaler. Damn, you really took the wind out of my sails."

She ignored his request for the inhaler but leaned over his penis and took it into her mouth. It got harder and harder in his murderer's mouth as she took it deep into her throat. After a few minutes, the murderer stopped sucking and licking, mounted her victim again and guided his penis into her vagina - now ready to take the final step towards his death. Now his young life was coming to an end with great strides. Aisha increased the frequency and rode him to his death with expert skill. She leaned on his chest with one hand and could feel his heartbeat. It was racing!

"Ohhh, now someone's cock is very sensitive."

"Wait, I'm having trouble breathing, " he moaned. Aisha laughed and rode her young victim even faster and harder. Her breasts bounced back and forth. Angelo could not resist the wild ride and the bouncing of his breasts in front of his face and came violently again. A scream of pain escaped his mouth.

"Wait, my heart."

The murderer grabbed the condom filled with his cum and put it in his mouth, making him swallow his own cum. He tried to gag and was shocked when she hit him in the face several times as she came again. Blood spurted from his nose and he realized that something was totally out of control. A violent punch from her fist split his lips. Her hands grabbed his throat and choked him - this time harder and with the intention of killing him. Angelo tried to push Aisha away - but she was too strong and he was already too weak.

"What are you doing?" he whimpered as tears ran down his cheeks.

"My phone is cloning all the data from your phone and your father's laptop. And I'm going to fuck you to death now and then your father will be our next victim! Your half-sister Keesha will send him to hell. Killing a man with my pussy is one of the greatest orgasms I get. Death to all infidel men who will go to hell at the hands of a believing Muslim woman."

"Who is Keesha?" Angelo thought as he felt his heart explode in his chest. His body was filled with earth-shattering orgasms racing through his body. Her pussy juice dripped down, blood rushed to his cock and oxygen left his brain. He lost the concept of time as he lost oxygen. He was riding on a tantric bullet train, trying in vain to fight for his life - but failed. Her large breasts swung back and forth over his face. He came one last time - the climax seemed like hours, but it was only a few seconds. His heart finally gave up, his arms went limp as she rode him to death.

Aisha rose from her victim's body, positioned herself upright over his upper body and rubbed her labia quickly and intensely with her right hand until suddenly a violent stream of urine shot out of her vagina and hit the young man's upper body and face. The murderess got off the bed and spat on the dead body.

As a final act of humiliation, she took a knife from her bag. Angelo would arrive in hell without his cock. She placed the knife sheath above his testicles and severed his penis and testicles with pleasure. Then she took her trophy and rammed it into her victim's mouth.