Dreams, Part III

Carrie was in Afghanistan again, she felt it. She was in the burqa, she was on all fours again. Only one thing was different. She was very pregnant. Eight months. And she knew it was Mohammad's baby. He had her abaya lifted up again. He rubbed his cock up and down her cunt, but this time, started to push it against her ass. She started to resist her, but this man was not to be disagreed with, despite the fact that it hurt, even with the lube. He pushed into her, deeper, deeper, her cunt spasmed...

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She woke up, frustrated. These dreams, every night. And no relief with the chastity belt secured around her. She looked at porn for a few minutes, but that wasn't going to satisfy her. Instead, she picked up the Quran.

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Ayesha came into Carrie's room in the morning. She unlocked the chastity belt. She'd made a mess. As always. But she had the Quran now, instead of porn. Perhaps it was finally time.