Sims Shorts E2/ Muammar Gaddafi Must Go
Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2024 6:05 pm
Muammar Gaddafi Must Go
In between plots to assassinate Gaddafi was one that most people knew little about it. the first was a failed US air strike, the last was the one that succeeded. That second attempt was the most audacious. A group of university students connected the Arab Spring movement devised a plan to get close to the out-of-control Libyan leader. He was known as a womanizer who filled his personal security with beautiful females some capable others, not so much.
University students gathered together one evening in someone's basement...
Fatima Afroz led the conspirators and said, "We can get into his palatial estate without any problems, we know this much."
Basma Syed added "But then what? Do we just count on those airheads not to do anything?"
Farah Nazim countered "We can't risk our lives without intel on his inner circle of protection."
Amira Zaheer gave the best option and said "Let's make the first attempt to gather intel and see what we are up against. If something presents itself, then we can act upon it, but we have to have eyes on beforehand."
Six weeks later outside Gaddafi's palace...
Lina Ali questioned "Did we have to bring these whores with us? We could have just left them back at the CP."
Fatima said "The CP is too far away, and we shouldn't be late. That may bring too much scrutiny."
Basma grumbled about the skimpiness of the belly dancers' costumes which they had forcibly confiscated from the owners. "You can't even wear a bra with this dress."
"Or your own panties Basma, they are showing through" replied Farah.
"Their panties are part of the costume, monochromatic, I guess. Ladies your ordeal just gotten worse."
Lina was the first to oppose Fatima's solution. "Oh no, I'm not wearing a whore's panties, no, no way Fatima!"
"They didn't wear them all day. They probably just changed into their outfits minutes ago" Fatima opinionated.
A fairly ticked off Amira said "All right we are going to untie your ankles and you all will shimmy down your underwear and quickly. They're
acting like they can't do it Fatima!"
"So, we have a batch of dumb whores. They can't do it because you didn't offer them any money Amira. Listen, if you stupid cunts don't get your thumbs under those waistbands and pull your panties down, you all will get another beat down but worse. And believe me, you don't want worse. And stop that whimpering and incessant mewling!"
After those instructions, the belly dancers soon were out of their red silken matching undies which the university students grabbed up and tried to match up by size.
"Farah complained "No one's ass is big enough for these cows' panties."
"Big tits and big asses such is the prerequisite of whore dancing. We'll settle their hash after the revolution" added Lina menacingly.
Now the waylaid belly dancing troupe sat on the floor of the Suburban-type van completely nude still whimpering not sure of their fate for now. All of these brunettes would be considered plus size tv ad models with the 1960 Claudia Cardinale/Sophia Loren look. All were true MILFs and their large breasts hug down approaching their navels which swayed side to side as they fought against their bindings to no avail. And all were unshaven in their pelvic area which as it turned out was the only covering for their exposed pussies.
"I think that they are all married. What man would marry and welcome such a woman into his bed every night. This wouldn't happen in Iran" a smug Farah offered.
"Fatima, we're approaching the gate put in their CD and play it loudly" Basma shouted excitedly.
"Oh, has the show started before you even enter?" joked one guard, "You better go on in, Muammar doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Park way in the rear out of the way, so that are friends won't be discovered for a while. You know how modest they are" ribbed Fatima. "Let's hurry along, and record everything pertinent."
The five would-be assassins were led into the inner sanctum of Gaddafi's estate. One guard whispered to his cohort "These bitches have lost a lot of weight. You don't think they are diseased, do you?"
The second guard thought for a moment and said "No, they look hale and hearty. They're just young whores, they'll be fine Amed."
The five students were led to an anteroom and were told to get ready to perform in 45 minutes.
Fatima proposed "We can't move around dressed like those whores. We need new disguises. but what? Who free to move around unchallenged?"
As soon as Fatima finished her question a maid walked in offering refreshments but with a look of disgust.
Finally, Fatima aske the servant “Is there some problems with us ma'am”?
“You girls should be ashamed of yourselves. You bring this shame to your families if in fact you have any.” After uttering her disdain for the group she spat on the ground.
Basma was quick to respond and suspiciously replied “You petty servants serve him and indirectly give support to his regime, so which is worse, us dancing or you ass kissers!?”
The infiltrators and the maid were taken aback, the maid said, “You treasonous infidels will be reported!” The maid turned to leave but Amira blocked her path.
Amira told her “Scream and I’ll break your neck cunt.” Amira grabbed the frightened maid, spun her around and hand-gagged her and took her left pinning behind her back. Amira warned “Bite me and I will break your arm, now move bitch!”
“All right, this rathole has to have more than one maid, round her friends up. We all will be maids for the day” ordered Fatima.
Lina added “We had better get all the maids on this wing to be safe.”
About 35 minutes later…
Seven Arab women knelt in the anteroom mewling and frightened, nervously wondering exactly what was happening to them. Was it some Gaddafi security test or a brazen robbery attempt? While they were pondering their fate, the college girls were sizing them up for uniforms for the best fit. Gaddafi chose his maids almost just as he had his personal security. That was relatively young and built with their uniforms one size too small. Mid-thigh in length. Classic French maid design, what else would he have chosen, they all thought to themselves.
The infiltrators gathered amongst themselves and whispered “Getting them to quietly strip out of those maid uniforms is going to be tough” said Basima.
“Go tell Amira to stay out of sight until we finish with these bitches, we don’t want them to see her and sense what’s going to happen to them next” said Fatima.
“Best to split them up, more controllable” added Farrah.
They proceeded to divide the real maids into three groups of two and one single maid who was ushered into the room where Amira stood dressed as her co-worker. They had previously torn up sheets from a bed and made bindings and blindfolds for the whole lot. The maids were herded into different baths and closets where their egress could be easily blocked. But their rushed decision was filled with flaws which now came to a head. While trying to subdue one maid made easy the escape of another. So, seven maids versus five waylayers caused two to escape and raise the alarm which happened quickly.
"Damn, let's finish with these collaborators and get into their uniforms and fast, security will be on their way. Just a quick hogtie so we can get out here and fast," ordered Fatima.
Security arrived moments later but met with the college would be assassins cringed and huddled together in a corridor. The group whimpered and pointed to the area where the real maids lay in a closet in their undies in a very lose hogtie but very capable of screaming at the top of their lungs which they did with great effect. That was all the time the group needed to escape dressed as maids.
"They will be looking for maids, we need to change now!" said an anxious Basma.
"Let's find some of Gaddafi's security detail and we can take their shit and maybe learn some inner security info," proposed Fatima.
"I think we should cut our losses and get the fuck out of here ASAP" said Lina.
"Whatever, but let's move" stated Farah.
But as they squabbled a squad of Gaddafi's henchwomen came upon them and ordered them to come with them.
"Fatima whispered to her group, "Five of us versus ten of them. Not good but we have to do something." Just then five of the security were pulled away from the detail that was d detaining the infiltrators.
"Great let's get these bitches and now, Allah is with us girls!" boasted Amira.
But what they did not realize was that while Gaddafi's internal security was chosen for their looks and being bbw's, was that they grew up poor and from mainly impoverished neighborhoods and were tough. Much tougher than these coeds. The coeds were subdued and now sat in a cell awaiting execution for treason. But what happened to change their fate 3 weeks later was that the Gaddafi regime was overthrown, and the prisoners had their death sentences staid.
Six weeks after Gaddafi was executed...
In a basement in a home just outside of Benghazi, six of Gaddafi's internal security and five of the belly dancers which entertained Gaddafi knelt in a basement all only clad in their panties and were tied with their hands behind their backs, blindfolded and gagged with rags around their mouths. What was surprising but not noticed at the time was that all 11 women had essentially the same bust sizes. The only outliers were corporal Mira Salem and belly dancer Jasmine Saleh who measured 44 DD each.
Lina who was so vehemently opposed to belly dancing as a living and who was violently subdued by corporal Mira Salem, offered to debrief her and Jasmine. In a secluded room, Lina had the two women knell face to face both were mewling softly. Lina pushed corporal Salem closer to Jasmine so as to have their breasts just touching. Then suddenly Lina took a knife and cut off and discarded their panties.
"Whores have no need for underwear" Lina stated. Their mewling escalated in pitch. "I should end your worthless, Regime loving asses but we and the Council says no more bloodshed. As she was speaking, she had disrobed completely. Her tight butt and 24-year-old firm supple 36C cup breasts were bared.
But Allah says punishment must be handed down. After you are un-gagged, you will put your tongues to work on what is in front of you but without protest of any kind or retribution will be fatal. I'm serious on this point. As Lina was giving out her warnings, she was also trying to decide who would be eating her cunt and who would get the "pleasure" of her ass. Lina abruptly wedged her naked body between the two prisoners. Simultaneously she pulled down the gags in their mouths and only said "Get to work bitches." Both licked and sucked and blew on Lina's ass and pussy as if it were a million-dollar contest game show. Corporal Mira Salem was tickling Lina's rectum so good, but Lina's focus was on the busty milf Jasmine who had her tongue pushed into Lina's pussy as far as she could make it go. Her lips were fused with Lina's vulva.
Later Corporal Mira Salem was released but milf belly dancer Jasmine Saleh was held by Lina for further "interrogation" for a few days.
The End...
In between plots to assassinate Gaddafi was one that most people knew little about it. the first was a failed US air strike, the last was the one that succeeded. That second attempt was the most audacious. A group of university students connected the Arab Spring movement devised a plan to get close to the out-of-control Libyan leader. He was known as a womanizer who filled his personal security with beautiful females some capable others, not so much.
University students gathered together one evening in someone's basement...
Fatima Afroz led the conspirators and said, "We can get into his palatial estate without any problems, we know this much."
Basma Syed added "But then what? Do we just count on those airheads not to do anything?"
Farah Nazim countered "We can't risk our lives without intel on his inner circle of protection."
Amira Zaheer gave the best option and said "Let's make the first attempt to gather intel and see what we are up against. If something presents itself, then we can act upon it, but we have to have eyes on beforehand."
Six weeks later outside Gaddafi's palace...
Lina Ali questioned "Did we have to bring these whores with us? We could have just left them back at the CP."
Fatima said "The CP is too far away, and we shouldn't be late. That may bring too much scrutiny."
Basma grumbled about the skimpiness of the belly dancers' costumes which they had forcibly confiscated from the owners. "You can't even wear a bra with this dress."
"Or your own panties Basma, they are showing through" replied Farah.
"Their panties are part of the costume, monochromatic, I guess. Ladies your ordeal just gotten worse."
Lina was the first to oppose Fatima's solution. "Oh no, I'm not wearing a whore's panties, no, no way Fatima!"
"They didn't wear them all day. They probably just changed into their outfits minutes ago" Fatima opinionated.
A fairly ticked off Amira said "All right we are going to untie your ankles and you all will shimmy down your underwear and quickly. They're
acting like they can't do it Fatima!"
"So, we have a batch of dumb whores. They can't do it because you didn't offer them any money Amira. Listen, if you stupid cunts don't get your thumbs under those waistbands and pull your panties down, you all will get another beat down but worse. And believe me, you don't want worse. And stop that whimpering and incessant mewling!"
After those instructions, the belly dancers soon were out of their red silken matching undies which the university students grabbed up and tried to match up by size.
"Farah complained "No one's ass is big enough for these cows' panties."
"Big tits and big asses such is the prerequisite of whore dancing. We'll settle their hash after the revolution" added Lina menacingly.
Now the waylaid belly dancing troupe sat on the floor of the Suburban-type van completely nude still whimpering not sure of their fate for now. All of these brunettes would be considered plus size tv ad models with the 1960 Claudia Cardinale/Sophia Loren look. All were true MILFs and their large breasts hug down approaching their navels which swayed side to side as they fought against their bindings to no avail. And all were unshaven in their pelvic area which as it turned out was the only covering for their exposed pussies.
"I think that they are all married. What man would marry and welcome such a woman into his bed every night. This wouldn't happen in Iran" a smug Farah offered.
"Fatima, we're approaching the gate put in their CD and play it loudly" Basma shouted excitedly.
"Oh, has the show started before you even enter?" joked one guard, "You better go on in, Muammar doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Park way in the rear out of the way, so that are friends won't be discovered for a while. You know how modest they are" ribbed Fatima. "Let's hurry along, and record everything pertinent."
The five would-be assassins were led into the inner sanctum of Gaddafi's estate. One guard whispered to his cohort "These bitches have lost a lot of weight. You don't think they are diseased, do you?"
The second guard thought for a moment and said "No, they look hale and hearty. They're just young whores, they'll be fine Amed."
The five students were led to an anteroom and were told to get ready to perform in 45 minutes.
Fatima proposed "We can't move around dressed like those whores. We need new disguises. but what? Who free to move around unchallenged?"
As soon as Fatima finished her question a maid walked in offering refreshments but with a look of disgust.
Finally, Fatima aske the servant “Is there some problems with us ma'am”?
“You girls should be ashamed of yourselves. You bring this shame to your families if in fact you have any.” After uttering her disdain for the group she spat on the ground.
Basma was quick to respond and suspiciously replied “You petty servants serve him and indirectly give support to his regime, so which is worse, us dancing or you ass kissers!?”
The infiltrators and the maid were taken aback, the maid said, “You treasonous infidels will be reported!” The maid turned to leave but Amira blocked her path.
Amira told her “Scream and I’ll break your neck cunt.” Amira grabbed the frightened maid, spun her around and hand-gagged her and took her left pinning behind her back. Amira warned “Bite me and I will break your arm, now move bitch!”
“All right, this rathole has to have more than one maid, round her friends up. We all will be maids for the day” ordered Fatima.
Lina added “We had better get all the maids on this wing to be safe.”
About 35 minutes later…
Seven Arab women knelt in the anteroom mewling and frightened, nervously wondering exactly what was happening to them. Was it some Gaddafi security test or a brazen robbery attempt? While they were pondering their fate, the college girls were sizing them up for uniforms for the best fit. Gaddafi chose his maids almost just as he had his personal security. That was relatively young and built with their uniforms one size too small. Mid-thigh in length. Classic French maid design, what else would he have chosen, they all thought to themselves.
The infiltrators gathered amongst themselves and whispered “Getting them to quietly strip out of those maid uniforms is going to be tough” said Basima.
“Go tell Amira to stay out of sight until we finish with these bitches, we don’t want them to see her and sense what’s going to happen to them next” said Fatima.
“Best to split them up, more controllable” added Farrah.
They proceeded to divide the real maids into three groups of two and one single maid who was ushered into the room where Amira stood dressed as her co-worker. They had previously torn up sheets from a bed and made bindings and blindfolds for the whole lot. The maids were herded into different baths and closets where their egress could be easily blocked. But their rushed decision was filled with flaws which now came to a head. While trying to subdue one maid made easy the escape of another. So, seven maids versus five waylayers caused two to escape and raise the alarm which happened quickly.
"Damn, let's finish with these collaborators and get into their uniforms and fast, security will be on their way. Just a quick hogtie so we can get out here and fast," ordered Fatima.
Security arrived moments later but met with the college would be assassins cringed and huddled together in a corridor. The group whimpered and pointed to the area where the real maids lay in a closet in their undies in a very lose hogtie but very capable of screaming at the top of their lungs which they did with great effect. That was all the time the group needed to escape dressed as maids.
"They will be looking for maids, we need to change now!" said an anxious Basma.
"Let's find some of Gaddafi's security detail and we can take their shit and maybe learn some inner security info," proposed Fatima.
"I think we should cut our losses and get the fuck out of here ASAP" said Lina.
"Whatever, but let's move" stated Farah.
But as they squabbled a squad of Gaddafi's henchwomen came upon them and ordered them to come with them.
"Fatima whispered to her group, "Five of us versus ten of them. Not good but we have to do something." Just then five of the security were pulled away from the detail that was d detaining the infiltrators.
"Great let's get these bitches and now, Allah is with us girls!" boasted Amira.
But what they did not realize was that while Gaddafi's internal security was chosen for their looks and being bbw's, was that they grew up poor and from mainly impoverished neighborhoods and were tough. Much tougher than these coeds. The coeds were subdued and now sat in a cell awaiting execution for treason. But what happened to change their fate 3 weeks later was that the Gaddafi regime was overthrown, and the prisoners had their death sentences staid.
Six weeks after Gaddafi was executed...
In a basement in a home just outside of Benghazi, six of Gaddafi's internal security and five of the belly dancers which entertained Gaddafi knelt in a basement all only clad in their panties and were tied with their hands behind their backs, blindfolded and gagged with rags around their mouths. What was surprising but not noticed at the time was that all 11 women had essentially the same bust sizes. The only outliers were corporal Mira Salem and belly dancer Jasmine Saleh who measured 44 DD each.
Lina who was so vehemently opposed to belly dancing as a living and who was violently subdued by corporal Mira Salem, offered to debrief her and Jasmine. In a secluded room, Lina had the two women knell face to face both were mewling softly. Lina pushed corporal Salem closer to Jasmine so as to have their breasts just touching. Then suddenly Lina took a knife and cut off and discarded their panties.
"Whores have no need for underwear" Lina stated. Their mewling escalated in pitch. "I should end your worthless, Regime loving asses but we and the Council says no more bloodshed. As she was speaking, she had disrobed completely. Her tight butt and 24-year-old firm supple 36C cup breasts were bared.
But Allah says punishment must be handed down. After you are un-gagged, you will put your tongues to work on what is in front of you but without protest of any kind or retribution will be fatal. I'm serious on this point. As Lina was giving out her warnings, she was also trying to decide who would be eating her cunt and who would get the "pleasure" of her ass. Lina abruptly wedged her naked body between the two prisoners. Simultaneously she pulled down the gags in their mouths and only said "Get to work bitches." Both licked and sucked and blew on Lina's ass and pussy as if it were a million-dollar contest game show. Corporal Mira Salem was tickling Lina's rectum so good, but Lina's focus was on the busty milf Jasmine who had her tongue pushed into Lina's pussy as far as she could make it go. Her lips were fused with Lina's vulva.
Later Corporal Mira Salem was released but milf belly dancer Jasmine Saleh was held by Lina for further "interrogation" for a few days.
The End...
