Samira from US Navy - Sketches (Patreon)

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Stephen looked in horror at the Muslim big man, who had already unbuttoned his trousers and reached out to the back of Stephen's head to remove this scarf from his head, which he wore so hard every time because of these stupid Muslim rules.

- What a look, Samira? Our god won't see this

Stephen's heart began to pound harder and he just wanted to sink into the ground. It had already been a few days since he got the life of Samira, an Arab concubine for rich Muslim people or, as he called everyone, enemies of America and terrorists. Much had already happened during these days, but he had not yet had to do anything with his mouth. This was already too much for his pride and pride. He had to fight with these people, and not make them feel good, all the more so with his mouth. Although the sex itself was also humiliating, he tried to think that his new body was adapted for having sex with men and this is natural. At these moments, he thought about his homeland and about how he was just behind enemy lines and carrying out a secret government mission.

Stephen tried to remove his hand from the back of his head, but this man only grabbed him tighter by the handkerchief

- Not! Female! The man said he wants to, you have to obey! 

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- What's the matter with you, Samira! Have you forgotten how to walk in heels ?!

- I don’t know how to ride them! What are the stupid rules ?!

- In our harem, all women wear heels! This is the law! And never take off your hijab in the presence of men on the street and even at home! You can only take it off when you have sex and then if the man says! Why do I have to explain this to you !? I don't have time for this! Get dressed and don't break a comedy, I know that you can walk in high heels and you know everything. I don't know why this circus

The older woman in the harem left Stephen / Samira's room and left him alone. Once again, he looked in the mirror at his reflection. He saw there a Muslim woman in a hijab wearing only underwear and high-heeled shoes. She silently looked at Stephen, staggering on heels and breathing deeply. It was obvious from her that she was nervous and very angry, but she hid it inside herself.

Instead of dressing, the woman in reflection pulled down the strap of her nightgown and opened her breasts, which were now freely and openly visible to everyone. She took them with both hands and screamed loudly, squeezing them very tightly. It was a cry of despair and sadness. At that moment, Stephen did not think they would hear him or not, it was an explosion of emotions from hopelessness, despair and humiliation that had accumulated over these days. 

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Stephen did not even notice how another concubine named Najia came running to his cry. Like Samira, she was part of the Harem. She treated Samira well and was worried that she began to behave strangely. When she ran in, I saw Samira silently looking at the ceiling holding her chest with both hands

- Samira! What's the matter?!

This voice brought Stephen back to reality and he drew attention to the fact that Najia entered the room. He was even glad that it was not Zulfiya, who would surely have shouted or hit Stephen again. He dropped his arms, letting go of his chest, which swayed freely and pulled his skin down again.

Unable to stand on his heels any longer and keep equanimity, he sank into a chair cursing his new life.

- All right

Silently looking to the side, Stephen answered

- Samira. We are all worried about you. You can tell me what happened, I'll understand everything

Stephen looked at Najia and was already thinking to tell her the truth, but then he realized how it would sound. Besides, he was not going to be friends with some Muslim whores.

- Everything is fine, nothing happened

- Clear. Did Zulfiya tell you the news that Said Kadari will come to us in the evening?

Stephen recognized the name. This is one of the most important terrorists he knew and dreamed of destroying. He sharply raised his gaze to Najia and looked inquiringly

- Oh, I knew that you would be delighted with this news

- What? Did you know? Will I be delighted?

- Don't pretend to be Samir. You're glad he's coming. He always chose you and will choose you now. I see that you are glad, although you hide it.

Najia smiled playfully and walked away, leaving Stephen alone with his thoughts. 

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