CharmSnake
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 8, 2013
- Location
- In the Grass
Soph & CharmSnake
Overthrown
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CharmSnake
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 8, 2013
- Location
- In the Grass
Everything had been secret. The meetings, the plans, the guns. The movement had grown but the inner circle had remained small. That was the key to make it all work as the eyes of the regime were everywhere. The hidden cellar of the warehouse was buzzing with activity as two dozen men decked themselves out in black combat gear and automatic weapons.
"They have destroyed our homes, bulldozed our mosques, killed our sons and raped our daughters, and left us to die hungry in the streets!"
The wrath in his voice was genuine as his final speech spoke of martyrdom, glory for those who would survive and something even greater for those who would not. This day they would live in oppression no more. The Shia majority would topple the arrogant Sunni regime.
One by one, Qadir waved them up through the hatch and into the bus that waited inside the warehouse. Some were clean shaven but most wore beards. Qadir's was neatly trimmed around his firm square jaw. His iron brow was furrowed in determination. This snake had been coiled for years and now it was about to strike. Something terrible was about to happen.
Demonstrations and general unrest in the capital were common. They had chosen a sleepy day. The staged protest had gone ahead of them and had struck up their chanting before the palace. They would be a perfect routine distraction. As the bus rolled towards the square and approached the security check, it's engine growled hard and accelerated. They didn't wait for the guard to oppose them. They simply shot first, emptying several clips of automatic fire upon them as the bus rammed past and across the square.
The palace side gate slid open as Mustafah promised that it would be. Having the insider was crucial to the job and he would be well rewarded. They drove through into the courtyard, the men inside reloading their guns as the bus pulled to a halt. Gunfire cracked form the rooftops as the black clad invaders stormed from the bus and into the building. Random bursts of automatic fire and chaotic shouts echoed off every angle of the masonry. Soon smoke from the guns clouded the air.
"Secure this floor!" Qadir commanded. Ali nodded and briskly strode off with seven others. "I'm going upstairs." Then he gestured for his troop to follow.
The King of Bahrain and his reign of tyranny was about to fall.
"They have destroyed our homes, bulldozed our mosques, killed our sons and raped our daughters, and left us to die hungry in the streets!"
The wrath in his voice was genuine as his final speech spoke of martyrdom, glory for those who would survive and something even greater for those who would not. This day they would live in oppression no more. The Shia majority would topple the arrogant Sunni regime.
One by one, Qadir waved them up through the hatch and into the bus that waited inside the warehouse. Some were clean shaven but most wore beards. Qadir's was neatly trimmed around his firm square jaw. His iron brow was furrowed in determination. This snake had been coiled for years and now it was about to strike. Something terrible was about to happen.
Demonstrations and general unrest in the capital were common. They had chosen a sleepy day. The staged protest had gone ahead of them and had struck up their chanting before the palace. They would be a perfect routine distraction. As the bus rolled towards the square and approached the security check, it's engine growled hard and accelerated. They didn't wait for the guard to oppose them. They simply shot first, emptying several clips of automatic fire upon them as the bus rammed past and across the square.
The palace side gate slid open as Mustafah promised that it would be. Having the insider was crucial to the job and he would be well rewarded. They drove through into the courtyard, the men inside reloading their guns as the bus pulled to a halt. Gunfire cracked form the rooftops as the black clad invaders stormed from the bus and into the building. Random bursts of automatic fire and chaotic shouts echoed off every angle of the masonry. Soon smoke from the guns clouded the air.
"Secure this floor!" Qadir commanded. Ali nodded and briskly strode off with seven others. "I'm going upstairs." Then he gestured for his troop to follow.
The King of Bahrain and his reign of tyranny was about to fall.
Soph
Planetoid
- Joined
- Aug 24, 2016
- Location
- The Netherlands
The water felt comfortably warm on this cold februari day, the temperature outside barely reached 20 degrees. Layla tried to swim laps for atleast an hour after waking up, partly to stay in shape and partly to have a fun time with her friends of whom there were always around four girls who managed to join her.
Layla let Haifa pull her up the poolside and on her feet. Today, the princess was joined this morning by Noor, Haifa, Fatema and Samya. Noor was her best friend, she managed to visit her daily and they loved eachother like sisters. Noor would more often join her than her own family members when visiting horse races, basketball matches, football matches, tour around on her yaught or visit neighbouring states to party. The girls weren't allowed alcohol in Bahrain, they - and especially Layla herself - had to act like a Princess when being around her father's people, the only parties allowed had to be in the palace itself and under strict supervision of Colonel Yaseen, who had a small army wich sole purpose was to protect the Royal family.
When the girls took off their bikini's, Layla caught Noor glansing between Layla's shaven legs. It wasn't unfimiliar teritory for her friend, as she had pleassured Layla sometimes. It wasn't that she was into girls, but Layla didn't want her future husband to have difficulty with her purity. Nobody would know if a girl touched her, but she had heard that each time a men gets inside her, it would be less pleassureable the next time. Layla wasn't that pure though, on a trip to Saudi Arabia she met Hashim bin Hussein, a prince from Jordan, and he was inside her a few times.
Unlike the other girls, Samya hurried. The girl didn't dry off fully, only her hands, nor did she get into her clothes yet. She grabbed two towels and waited patiently in the open door between the shower room and the changing room. When Layla was done, she took the towels with a thankful nod in Samya's direction. She put one of her towels on her head, so her long black curly hair would dry. Although her curls looked decent, she prefered herself with straightened hair and most times she would go in public, she was seen with straightened hair. The princess felt that this hairstyle complimented her light arabic skintone.
''Thank you Samya.'' Layla said after her body was dry and Samya helped her into her white satin bathrobe that barely covered her knees.
Big bangs created a shock on the faces of the girls, Haifa even let out a scream. Layla couldn't reach for breath to create a scream like that and most other girls seemed to have the same issue.
''What is this?'' Haifa asked, ''ISIS has finally targeted us?'' Layla was unsuprised by the lack of Haifa's ability to think, but did put up a dissapointing face. ''This isn't ISIS, this must be shia scum.'' Layla never thought it would come to terrorism in Bahrain, but the shia had been a troubling group for a while now. There've been protests for years, of and on, mostly peaceful. The scum wanted to overthrow her father, but she knew that would never happen.
It took Layla a few seconds to get her thoughts together, but she managed to. There were bombs in the palace, so the only thing to do, was to go outside. Layla ran down the changing room, almost falling because it was slippery. She went into a hall, it was the wing where she lived with her sisters. Layla was with 22 years, the oldest daughter of her father and had little contact, nor interest in her younger sisters. The girl ran down the stairs, through a door and it took a few seconds of sunlight blinding her eyes, but as she stood outside, she quickly realized they weren't bombed.
Layla let Haifa pull her up the poolside and on her feet. Today, the princess was joined this morning by Noor, Haifa, Fatema and Samya. Noor was her best friend, she managed to visit her daily and they loved eachother like sisters. Noor would more often join her than her own family members when visiting horse races, basketball matches, football matches, tour around on her yaught or visit neighbouring states to party. The girls weren't allowed alcohol in Bahrain, they - and especially Layla herself - had to act like a Princess when being around her father's people, the only parties allowed had to be in the palace itself and under strict supervision of Colonel Yaseen, who had a small army wich sole purpose was to protect the Royal family.
When the girls took off their bikini's, Layla caught Noor glansing between Layla's shaven legs. It wasn't unfimiliar teritory for her friend, as she had pleassured Layla sometimes. It wasn't that she was into girls, but Layla didn't want her future husband to have difficulty with her purity. Nobody would know if a girl touched her, but she had heard that each time a men gets inside her, it would be less pleassureable the next time. Layla wasn't that pure though, on a trip to Saudi Arabia she met Hashim bin Hussein, a prince from Jordan, and he was inside her a few times.
Unlike the other girls, Samya hurried. The girl didn't dry off fully, only her hands, nor did she get into her clothes yet. She grabbed two towels and waited patiently in the open door between the shower room and the changing room. When Layla was done, she took the towels with a thankful nod in Samya's direction. She put one of her towels on her head, so her long black curly hair would dry. Although her curls looked decent, she prefered herself with straightened hair and most times she would go in public, she was seen with straightened hair. The princess felt that this hairstyle complimented her light arabic skintone.
''Thank you Samya.'' Layla said after her body was dry and Samya helped her into her white satin bathrobe that barely covered her knees.
Big bangs created a shock on the faces of the girls, Haifa even let out a scream. Layla couldn't reach for breath to create a scream like that and most other girls seemed to have the same issue.
''What is this?'' Haifa asked, ''ISIS has finally targeted us?'' Layla was unsuprised by the lack of Haifa's ability to think, but did put up a dissapointing face. ''This isn't ISIS, this must be shia scum.'' Layla never thought it would come to terrorism in Bahrain, but the shia had been a troubling group for a while now. There've been protests for years, of and on, mostly peaceful. The scum wanted to overthrow her father, but she knew that would never happen.
It took Layla a few seconds to get her thoughts together, but she managed to. There were bombs in the palace, so the only thing to do, was to go outside. Layla ran down the changing room, almost falling because it was slippery. She went into a hall, it was the wing where she lived with her sisters. Layla was with 22 years, the oldest daughter of her father and had little contact, nor interest in her younger sisters. The girl ran down the stairs, through a door and it took a few seconds of sunlight blinding her eyes, but as she stood outside, she quickly realized they weren't bombed.
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CharmSnake
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 8, 2013
- Location
- In the Grass
As Qadir took the first few steps up the palace's marble staircase, one of Ali's men shouted from one of the corridors.
"Here! Over here! The women!"
Ali's band had found the first hostages and Qadir rounded up his men to double back. Down the hallway the young girls' screams echoed harshly off the walls. A guardsman lay sprawled, gurgling in agony as he bled to death from multiple gunshots to the torso. The floor was wet with footprints and the young females, vulnerable in their white robes and towels, were easy to to spot. The one who had shouted out to them, Nasser already had his arms wrapped around the waist of the first girl. Ali and the others gave chase to catch the rest. One girl slipped and was easily yanked to her feet. Another was grabbed by a fistful of her trailing black hair and swung about before being slung over a shoulder. A fourth was frantically trying to shake free of her robe, allowing her breast to hang free and exposed in a futile attempt to escape the grasp of her captor. The final one at the end of the hall wailed in pain as she smacked the stone floor, Ali himself tackling her from behind.
"Bring them out!" Qadir ordered. "Bring them all out here!" If he could see them, perhaps he could identify them and assess their value. There were more thugs than women and hastily they all joined in dragging the captive females back to the end of the corridor near the bottom of the great staircase, tracking footprints of pool water faintly smeared with the bloody swirls of the dying guard upon the immaculate stone floor. The girls screamed and the men shouted to silence them. Some struggled more than others, but they were all terrified. "Who do we have here?" Qadir shouted briskly as the men held the shaken wet girls, pinning their arms and pulling any loose hair back for their leader to clearly see the faces.
"Here! Over here! The women!"
Ali's band had found the first hostages and Qadir rounded up his men to double back. Down the hallway the young girls' screams echoed harshly off the walls. A guardsman lay sprawled, gurgling in agony as he bled to death from multiple gunshots to the torso. The floor was wet with footprints and the young females, vulnerable in their white robes and towels, were easy to to spot. The one who had shouted out to them, Nasser already had his arms wrapped around the waist of the first girl. Ali and the others gave chase to catch the rest. One girl slipped and was easily yanked to her feet. Another was grabbed by a fistful of her trailing black hair and swung about before being slung over a shoulder. A fourth was frantically trying to shake free of her robe, allowing her breast to hang free and exposed in a futile attempt to escape the grasp of her captor. The final one at the end of the hall wailed in pain as she smacked the stone floor, Ali himself tackling her from behind.
"Bring them out!" Qadir ordered. "Bring them all out here!" If he could see them, perhaps he could identify them and assess their value. There were more thugs than women and hastily they all joined in dragging the captive females back to the end of the corridor near the bottom of the great staircase, tracking footprints of pool water faintly smeared with the bloody swirls of the dying guard upon the immaculate stone floor. The girls screamed and the men shouted to silence them. Some struggled more than others, but they were all terrified. "Who do we have here?" Qadir shouted briskly as the men held the shaken wet girls, pinning their arms and pulling any loose hair back for their leader to clearly see the faces.