Daughters of Vengeance Mission Continuation: Keesha

Warning! This story is very violent, contains sexual content, and is not suitable for minors!

The small hotel in which Aisha had killed the son of the secret service officer Gheorge was run by a fanatical religious warrior. Two other fanatical religious warriors worked in the hotel. Women were not employed there. When Aisha left the hotel - whose stay was of course not registered - the owner closed the hotel due to a "family death" and set about removing the traces of the young man's murder with his two employees and began disposing of the body.

Aisha took the Eurocity directly from London to Paris to meet the other "Daughters of Vengeance" in a conservatory apartment. It was only a small group - three female Muslims who had sworn to rage like furies among the infidel men of the West - regardless of whether they were in the fields of politics, business, the military or science. Keesha had asked that she would carry out Gheorge's death sentence. The reasons were personal - very personal. Twenty-one years ago, Gheorge brutally raped several Muslim women on a mission in Iraq. Keesha's mother was the only woman to survive this torture. Unfortunately for her, Gheorge impregnated her - and when the pregnancy could no longer be ignored, the rapist tried to poison the pregnant woman and kill the unborn child. The desire to take revenge on her "biological" father is understandable!

After the meeting point between father and son was confirmed, the third member of the "Daughters of Vengeance", Nazira, only seventeen years old, made contact with a discreet group of Islamists. Their job was to transport the victim from the hotel. The plan was to make the drugged victim "disappear" unnoticed using a dirty laundry cart during the daily pickup. Keesha and Nazira had taken up positions in the hotel shortly before Gheorge was expected to arrive. The underage Nazira had positioned herself in the hallway on the fourth floor of the hotel near the room. In response to a signal that Keesha, who was in the lobby area, would send by cell phone, her task would be to use a cotton swab - which was contaminated with a fast-acting contact poison - to rub the doorknob of the hotel room. Contact with the bare hand would lead to the victim losing consciousness within a few seconds. The laundry vehicle was ready and the driver was just waiting for the signal to "pick up" the cargo. It is generally said that waiting is nerve-wracking. At least as far as Keesha was concerned, it was not true. The idea that her biological father's life would inevitably come to an end today and that she was the one who would inflict unspeakable pain on her biological mother's rapist was like balm for her soul. Her victim arrived at the hotel alone, fairly punctually, and immediately went to the reception desk to pick up his key card. When he asked if his son Angelo had arrived yet, the woman behind the reception desk said no. Gheorge went to the elevator to go to his room. Keesha pressed speed dial 1 on her cell phone - the signal for Nazira to apply the contact poison. Then she went to a second elevator to follow her father. The timing was perfect. When Keesha arrived in the elevator and stepped into the hallway, her victim was just inserting the key card and reaching for the doorknob. He looked in her direction when he suddenly collapsed to the floor.

Nazira and Keesha were immediately with the unconscious man and pulled him through the open door into the room. Keesha reached into her handbag, pulled out a syringe and injected a strong anesthetic into his upper arm. Her "father" would remain unconscious for at least seven to eight hours. Nazira sent the waiting "laundry cart driver" the previously agreed signal by cell phone - and less than five minutes later the unconscious Gheorge was "stowed" in a dirty laundry cart. After the dirty laundry cart was stowed in the laundry vehicle, the driver and Nazira drove out of the hotel garage to the place where Gheorge would die. At least that was the information the laundry cart driver had received. Keesha also set off in a darkened van towards the "destination". After a three-hour drive, the laundry cart reached a remote, abandoned farmhouse in Normandy. Nazira directed the vehicle behind the farmhouse and got out with the driver.

Aisha stepped out of the shadows of the house - unnoticed by the driver. She had a silenced gun in her hand - and shot the man in the back of the head. Nazira did not seem surprised - after all, that was part of the plan not to leave any witnesses! Aisha took a cell phone out of her jacket pocket and pressed a speed dial button. Keesha, who had been waiting nearby with the darkened van, appeared at the house less than five minutes later. Together they "freed" Gheorge from his "prison", tied his hands and feet, put a sleeping mask on his head and ear protection in his ears and then carried him into the van. The laundry driver's body was packed into the trunk of the car, the vehicle was locked and the car keys were taken. After another two-hour drive, the trio and their victim reached their final destination. An uninhabited former farmhouse far away from any other houses and villages - the house was "in the middle of nowhere", so to speak. For Gheorge, however, this place would mean the end of his life!

When Gheorge regained consciousness, he found himself naked and tied up both by his hands and feet on the wooden floor of a room. Daylight came into the room through a window. He saw a video camera on a tripod aimed at him. Then he felt a person enter the room. Keesha walked around him because she was right in his field of vision. She was wearing high heeled black leather boots, a black leather coat that came just above her knees and a black hijab. He recognized her as the woman he had briefly seen in the hotel hallway before he lost consciousness. Without saying another word, she unbuttoned the leather coat and let it slide to the floor. Her biological father's eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets - the sight was fantastic. Keesha had very ample breasts and a very hairy intimate area. The sight of her made him horny immediately and his penis swelled up immediately! "Now we are both alone and I would like to introduce myself. My name is Keesha and I am the daughter of Asmira al Husseini. Does that ring a bell?" she said in a bitter voice. Gheorge could not take his eyes off her and shook his head in denial. "Twenty-one years ago, did you rape so many women in Iraq and inject your miserable seed into them against their will that you no longer remember my mother? She was a proud Muslim and you took her by force several times. But you could not break her pride. When she became pregnant by you, you tried to poison her and kill me in her womb with it, " his daughter hurled at him, "but Allah knew how to prevent that. I am yours Daughter"!

Now Gheorge's eyes glowed with a sign of recognition about Keesha's mother. It was true - he had raped several women during his time in Iraq - but only tried to kill the unborn child of one of the women. Keesha's mother was a true beauty! And her daughter - his daughter - had inherited her mother's beauty. Keesha did not miss the change in her father's face. Time to strike him with the first low blow. Aisha had sent her the picture of the dead Angelo after she had castrated him. She bent down to her leather coat lying on the floor next to Gheorge. Her large breasts dangled in front of his body and his cock bobbed back and forth. After unlocking her cell phone, she called up the Angelo picture and held the screen in front of Gheorge's eyes. Her breasts brushed against her victim's upper body and a moan of pleasure escaped his throat. Immediately after he had taken note of the picture, the groaning was replaced by a loud howl of anger. His body arched and he tried - in vain - to free his hands and feet. Keesha laughed maliciously and left the room, not without first picking up her leather coat and putting it on, The victim's screams could be heard throughout the house. Pure music to Keesha and Aisha's ears - Nazira flinched at first, but she would get used to that too. "What do you think, Nazira, he'll really sing when I start treating him?" Keesha said to the youngest member of her community, "his screams are just a whisper in comparison." After two hours, the screaming died down more and more. It had been a tiring day for the three Furies, so they went to rest.

And Gheorge also fell into a restless sleep - interrupted by many nightmares that made him wake up screaming. When Keesha returned to the room after a restful sleep, where Gheorge was tied up on the floor, she saw on his wrists and ankles that her father had tried in vain to loosen the bonds. And when her leather coat slid back to the floor, his penis reacted the first time and swelled up again in seconds. "Men are so cock-driven - and that is their downfall, " she thought casually. Despite the fact that his son was dead, she reacted to the sight of him as expected. "I want you to know that I did not have the pleasure of killing my half-brother, that bastard, myself. My fellow fighter Aisha lured your son into a sex trap. He was like a lamb in a lion's den - and Aisha was the lioness. She fucked the brains out of him. She would have liked a longer and harder fight from your son - his death was painful. However, she castrated him and rammed his cock into his mouth after he was already dead. I promise you - the road to your death will be longer and more painful. Unless you give us the information we want. Then I will put a bullet through your head - quickly and only briefly painful. Your decision"! Gheorge shook his head. Next he screamed in pain when his daughter wordlessly rammed the heel of her high-heeled leather boot into his hand, so that he felt the heel had pierced his hand. "It makes me totally horny and wet when men scream when I'm busy with them, " she said, putting her hand to her labia and moistening them with her vaginal fluid. Despite the unbearable pain in his hand, his cock was still hard. Keesha put her hand over his lips and let him taste her lust fluid. "Do you like it? You can drink more of my lust - just give us the information. Let's start with the program AMERICAN INFIDEL."

Gheorge shook his head again - his penis seemed to have a different opinion! His daughter stood up, went to a corner of the room and turned on a stereo. Arabic dance music, accompanied by a rap beat, was playing from the speakers. "I'm sure that you can easily drown out the music with your screams. But who will hear you? Only my fellow fighters and I. This house is so remote that no one else will hear you!" And again Gheorge shook his head. The next thing he noticed was Keesha approaching him with a hammer and two long nails and kneeling in front of him. And again he couldn't take his eyes off her large breasts. "Last chance before it gets very ugly and painful for you - believe me father, I know my job." And once again her father shook his head. What made him refuse. Did he believe that blood was thicker than water and that his daughter would not torture him? If so, he had totally wrong! Without warning, she drove a nail into his right testicle, then another nail into his left testicle and nailed both to the wooden floor. His screams were inhuman and his body twitched wildly. His screams were music to her ears. She stood up, left the hammer between his two thighs, picked up her leather coat and left her father alone in the room with his pain. The "abuse" of his testicles and the realization that his daughter would show no mercy led to a turnaround. When Keesha entered the room after an hour - this time without leather boots and leather coat - so stark naked, her father whimpered to himself. And despite the pain in his testicles, his penis became rock hard at the sight of his daughter.

His will was broken. "I'll tell you all the secrets you want to know - if you get me out of here and take me to a doctor, " he whimpered with tears in his eyes. "You still get it, don't you? There are no deals - it's just a question of whether you die slowly in extreme pain or quickly with a bullet in your head, " his daughter sneered. "If you're willing to give information and don't cause any trouble, I'll ride you before you die. That's what you want, right? Fuck me?" Gheorge understood that his daughter's words were not empty talk. And the prospect that she would fuck him before he died caused even the last inhibitions to break down. And he began to answer his naked daughter's questions. And Keesha had a lot of questions that she read from a piece of paper. The victim, who was doomed to die, knew that his statements would be recorded when his daughter turned off the music and placed a digital recording device next to his head. The interrogation lasted all day until early evening - only interrupted when the daughter gave her father some water to drink. And the whole time his penis was rock hard! " I told you everything you wanted to know. Please let me live - I won't betray you either, " he pleaded. Keesha shook her head "your promises are empty words. I just thought about it - I won't fuck you and your death will be painful"!

"Oh shit no, you promised me a quick and not painful death. Oh my God - please show mercy" whimpered Gheorge. Tears ran down his face. "You pray to God while mocking him with blood, alcohol, money and sex at the same time. Even if your God is not my God - God always deserves respect, no matter what religion you belong to. You spit in your God's face every day through your actions, you live in sin and trample on your Ten Commandments. The sword of Islam will wipe you off the face of this earth. No mercy for you." She knelt between her father's thighs, pulled a hunting knife from under the table behind her, grabbed his cock and slowly separated it from his body. His screams were – it was hard to imagine – even louder and more intense than before. The blood spurted from the abdominal wound with a violent intensity. His murderer stood up, leaned over her father and rammed his still hard penis into his throat. The last thing the dying man saw before his murderer plunged the knife into his abdomen and pulled it up to his throat was the sight of her large breasts swinging back and forth