Chapter 19

Laibah and I had settled into a soothing routine in hiding ourselves in the mass of humanity that surrounded us in Islamabad.

The winter had passed with few problems, and we managed to blend in so well that my little faux daughter had made many friends with mostly young children and a few adult females eager to have intelligent conversation with a bright young person.

She was twelve now and her budding breasts were noticeable under her shapeless robes. My stern gaze sufficed in holding several sex-starved young punks from pursuing any thought of advances to the pretty young thing.

Please do not think I had any evil intent as I continued to train her with the tools of covert existence in the midst of the sometimes rough world of reality. The codes and the little tricks with a blade in close quarters were not any problem because she showed a native ability in such matters. I wondered if there was any truth to the whole thing about reincarnation because she must have been a master spy in her previous life.

It was harder for me to expose her to the sexual aspects of life undercover. I had been a totally sexual animal in my role in London using females to further my mission in the soft underbelly of the West. I freely admit that I had humiliated them and degraded their submissive flesh with pleasure that radiated from my core roots between my muscular legs. I had teased them with their own undies forcing them to inhale their own juices and caused them to taste my male essence with a knowing smile on their pretty faces.

The simple truth was that I used sex to train my protegee in the ways of the male animal never feeling that pleasure was my goal, but the creation of a seductive instrument of Jihad that would tempt a Saint.

The massages were successful in squeezing her juices to the surface and eventually she would kneel before me and beg me to tend her needs. I knew that at some point before we would be called to the duty of infiltrating the decadent Western Society, I would have to prepare her to use sex as a weapon to give us the advantage which we needed to achieve our ultimate goal of victory in Jihad.

I still had reservations in that area due to her tender years and decided that we would leave that to a more nubile stage of her life. For now, I would use the massages without interference into her sexual system to curb her physical appetites.

I did educate her in the fetishes of the male animal with videos and sexually charged books of romance. Then, I would let her snuggle up next to me on my sleeping mat and she tended to her own needs.

My contacts with the internal intelligence agency were fruitful and soon I was back in their good graces because the failure in London was determined to be inevitable and I was not blamed for the lack of success. They subsidized our expenses and even gave me an intensive training course to bring me up to date on the advances in our espionage methods.

I made a great show of praying seven times each day in full view of our neighbors, but I avoided the mosque because I knew just how dangerous it was to put oneself in the middle of a crowded location after the debacle of the American withdrawal from Afghanistan.

Leibah was excelling on the hand to hand combat instruction, and she showed a truly vicious attitude unusual for a member of her gender and age and size. Her English classes were progressing well, and she had all but lost her Australian accent and had acquired a more Oxford style of speech that I found sexually stimulating just viewing the movements of her lips and tongue. I am afraid I was forced to find a pleasure girl to give me rapid relief after the up close and personal sessions with Leibah. I suspected that she was spying on me copulating with the unladylike creatures from the bazaar with their dirty mouths and loose ways. I swore that I could almost hear her panting with repressed emotions after I had done my business in the nocturnal hours. Of course, I would allow her into my bed after my needs were satisfied and I would often find her wet with her own juices and shaking with desire until she mercifully fell asleep in my arms.

There came a time when my superiors decided that I would head up a new mission into the European region to pursue my dangerous course of Jihad. I was older now and not distracted by the temping vices of the Western world. I had studiously kept from sex with my little disciple Leibah keeping our contact to massages and outside her clothing rubbing to get her sensuality at a proper level for our future needs.

At the age of sixteen, she had filled out quite nicely. She had developed a set of impressive breasts that jutted out from her slender torso with a perky attitude. Her legs were strong and well-toned and her private parts were religiously shaved by me personally to prepare her for the hedonistic atmosphere of our London assignment.

I figured it was time to test her in the field and we checked into a Western style hotel in Islamabad to give her the opportunity to rub elbows with some of the European and American businessmen and tourists in residence.

She sat at the bar in the lounge in a short skirt resembling a British school girl’s uniform.

Her blonde hair was dyed brown to make her less devastating than she looked as a natural blonde.

Her speech was a perfect blend of posh British schoolgirl and less than confidant teenager. The barman was intrigued because he had seen her arguing with one of the taxi drivers using the gutter language a local street hooker would use and not at all expected from a classy Western woman and for her tender years.