Chapter 20

It is almost a full year after my last entry in this account of our adventures in Jihad.

My Australian born convert was now seventeen and her sexual parts were in full bloom with the sweet scent of femininity. Her body was firm and strong, and she evidenced a propensity for viciousness seldom seen in a person of her gender and age. I recently had taken her to a farm for the express purpose of training her to castrate the young animals to cause them to have tender flesh for tasty consumption at the time of feasting. She was extremely proficient with the use of a blade, and I watched her at work smiling like she was blood-soaked Doctor of surgery and not an innocent teenaged girl with intense sexual desires.

I sensed that the time was ripe for her to receive her anal training that was vital for our operations in the hedonistic lifestyle in London proper. I know that you would consider me the most likely candidate to tutor the young girl in the sensual procedures of carnal ass-fucking, but I must disappoint you because I wanted to continue as a father figure to young Leibah, and the introduction of my impressive member into her rectal passageway would reduce my hold over her filial nature important for the success of our mission. I decided that the best bet would be to take her to the hotbed of anal delights, the country of Greece.

We flew into Athens like a pair of naïve tourists eager to immerse ourselves in the Greek culture with our American dollars and willing bodies in full submissive attitude. Of course, in my case my partners would be female with a spark of lust in their deep, dark eyes.

Leibah was not aware of the purpose of our trip, but she was happy to be alone with me in the luxury hotel and lay naked beside me like a harlot in heat. I held her body close to me and allowed her to tend to her own pleasure. She had become quite the expert in such experimentation, and I found it delightful to watch her at work to achieve full release. I cursed the erection that took hold of my aroused shaft. Fortunately, she did not notice my predicament and I held my pillow over my arousal as I watched her fall into her innocent orgasm.

I was sorely tempted to be the first visitor to her firmly muscled buttocks, but I had already booked two heavily muscled performers to break her in anally in a tag team of carnal bliss. Besides, I knew she wanted more than anal playtime with me, and I did not want to break the chains of our teacher- student relationship.

The Greek experiment was a huge success, and I could tell from the grin on Leibah’s face that she was onboard with the back door exercises. We traveled extensively from island to island and eventually arrived in Cyprus where I had a active cell operating right under the noses of the authorities. We fit into the background as a father-daughter combination of tourists and escaped any in-depth scrutiny from the local police.

While we were in Cyprus, I briefed Leibah about the introduction of our new cell into London proper and she was enthusiastic about the project. I sensed she was like a racehorse at the starting gate and her eagerness to get into the field was quite pleasing to me.

I figured the following summer would be a good time to slip into the Western world and hide like little fish in a sea of other fish in the general population. My contacts in England had advised me that it was a good time to enter because the covid scare had everyone frightened and wearing masks on their faces so the silly face recognition devices would never be able to pick me out of a crowd as long as I played the game and kept my mask on my face in public. I had no worries about Leibah because she was from Australia and was far too young to be on any data base in the West. She was just another immigrant with a posh British accent able to fit into almost any situation in society.

Headquarters in Islamabad informed me that it would be best for us to proceed by ship from Cyprus to the cruise up into the English Channel and land in one of the British coastal towns for further travel into London. Out documents were good, and I had good cover as a former EU journalist now working free lance out of London and Leibah was enrolled in a girl’s school taking Art appreciation classes while she stayed off the radar of the UK intelligence services. Even without a mask the facial recognition device had no base line of her face on any data base and she was another “clean-skin” in their midst.

I joined forces with a female photographer called Daisy who was quick to get on her knees with only a glance from my lusting eyes. She had been in lots of rough situations involving crime and other dirty business and she was ready and willing to support me in my role as a free lance writer looking for printable content for the daily rags.