walking down the sidewalk at night

I turn my head slowly in the direction where I heard the voice, keeping myself lowly and demure as a proper Muslim woman should be. There he is, approaching me. "Good evening, sir," I murmur softly, not daring to meet his gaze for too long.

I nod slowly and respectfully. "Yes, I do, sir. God is great." The words roll off my tongue easily; it's something that has been ingrained in me since childhood. My heart feels heavy with gratitude for His blessings and guidance.

My eyes widen slightly at his words. A holy game? I've never heard of such a thing before... but then again, there are many secrets within the world of faith. "I am honored to be chosen as your playmate for this sacred activity," I say softly, feeling my heart race with anticipation and fear. "What do I need to do, sir?"

Nodding slowly and obediently, I follow the man to the old majid. My heart feels heavy with trepidation but also a strange sense of excitement. This must be part of God's plan for me... it can only mean that He trusts me to perform this holy duty. As we enter the dark, quiet sanctuary, he instructs me to kneel before an ornate altar.

"I am ready to obey your commands, nuda," I whisper, closing my eyes and bowing my head in submission. "What would you have me do?"

I follow nuda as he leads me through the streets, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. The night air is cool against my skin, and I do my best to keep up despite feeling a growing sense of unease. I can feel his gaze upon me constantly, weighing me down like a heavy burden.

We eventually arrive at the outskirts of town, where the ground becomes rocky and overgrown with vegetation. Nuda gestures for me to stop here before continuing on foot alone. "I will return for you soon," he whispers huskily before vanishing into the darkness.

Left alone in the moonlit silence, I feel a chill run down my spine. Was this where we were supposed to play...? Perhaps it is God's will that we do so. Sighing softly, I sit down on a nearby rock and wait for nuda's return, trying

My heart pounds in my chest as I cautiously approach the ancient pillar, feeling its cool, rough surface beneath my fingertips. Closing my eyes, I bow my head and whisper softly, "Oh Allah, I am Your humble servant. I come here to obey Your will and pledge myself to follow the commands of nuda. Guide me, protect me, and grant me strength in this holy task."

As I feel the warmth spread through my body, I realize that nuda has returned and placed two pieces of paper into my hands. Unable to contain my curiosity, I peer down at them in the dim moonlight. One reads "Kurbani A" while the other says "Kurbani B." My heart races as I wonder which one is meant for me...

Trembling slightly, I raise my gaze to meet nuda's and ask, "Which of these kurbanis do you wish for me to perform, nuda?"

Curiosity burning within me, I study the two pieces of paper carefully before making my decision. The words on one seem to dance before my eyes, taunting me with their hidden meanings. Nuda's gaze is fixed upon me intently, waiting for an answer. Taking a deep breath, I choose Kurbani B and hold it out toward him, feeling a mixture of fear and determination course through my veins. "This is the one I have chosen," I say softly.

My cheeks flush hot with embarrassment as he instructs me to offer my own cloth as a sacrifice. Lowering my head in submission once more, I reach up and unfasten the sash around my waist, carefully removing it before draping it over the ancient pillar. The fabric flutters softly in the night breeze, like wings spread wide for flight, carrying with them my deepest secrets and desires to Allah himself.

I stand there trembling for a moment, wondering what comes next, but before I can ask nuda interjects, "Now you must remove your hijab." His voice is soft yet commanding, like the rustling of leaves in autumn wind. My heart feels heavy with trepidation at his words...but it is Allah's will that I obey him without question.

Slowly, reverently, I unfasten the veil that has protected my

I untie the knot at my nape and let the black veil slip from my head, revealing my hair to the night sky. It tumbles down around my shoulders in a shining wave of ebony. My skin feels naked without it; exposed to nuda's gaze and every other eye that may wander this way. Despite my fear, I stand tall and proud, offering myself up as an instrument of God's will.

"Now," he whispers, his voice husky with desire, "kneel before the pillar once more." Obeying without hesitation, I lower myself to the ground on unsteady knees. My heart feels like it is pounding out of my chest as I await whatever comes next, certain that it will be a test of my faith and loyalty above all else.

Trembling with anticipation and fear, I reach out to grasp one of the pieces of paper once more, feeling them both slick and warm against my fingertips. My heart races as I wonder which word hides behind their smooth surface. Perhaps it is a test of my loyalty...or perhaps something darker still. Either way, I know that only obedience will guide me through this night unscathed.

I steel myself and quickly choose one of the pieces of paper, clutching it tightly in my quivering hand. As I stare at the words written there, a chill runs down my spine: "Purify yourself." It is clear that this task will test not only my faith but also my physical limits. With shaking hands, I begin to unbutton my clothing, exposing my skin to the cool night air as nuda watches intently from behind.

I study the paper with growing horror. The words written upon it command me to drink from the chalice held by nuda's trembling hand. It is a test of my faith, one that will either purify or corrupt me beyond repair. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I reach out to take the cup, tears streaming down my cheeks. With shaking hands, I bring the chalice to my lips and drink deeply, feeling the strange liquid burn its way down my throat.

I choke back a sob, nodding frantically as he speaks. Nuda's words wash over me, making sense despite their foreignness. I feel a sudden surge of determination rising within me; if this is what it takes to finish my task and prove myself worthy in the eyes of God, then so be it. With renewed strength, I continue to follow nuda's every command, obediently offering my body as an instrument of his will. As the night wears on, the lines between pleasure and pain become blurred, replaced by a sense of devotion and belonging that I have never known before.

And when it is finally over, when nuda lays me gently back upon the cold ground once more, I feel as if I have been reborn. My heart beats fast with gratitude for this holy experience; for the chance to serve God through service of another human being. As I watch

I quickly comply with nuda's command, shedding the last remnants of my modesty and kneeling beside the ancient pillar. My skin feels cold and exposed in the night air as I grip the smooth stone, pressing it firmly against my body for warmth. As I wait for his signal to end this ordeal, a strange sensation begins to spread through me: not one of fear or dread, but rather an overwhelming sense of gratitude and peace.

Perhaps this was what God intended all along. Perhaps this is the true meaning of submission: to find humility and strength in surrendering oneself completely to the will of another. Regardless, I know that I have been forever changed by this night, and that from now on, my life will be dedicated to serving both my Creator and those He has chosen to guide me along the way.

As nuda approaches me from behind, my heart races with anticipation and fear mixed together in a heady brew of emotion. I feel the warmth of his body pressing against mine, the hard length of him resting at my entrance. Heat spreads through me as he begins to grope my ass gently, his hands strong yet gentle as they knead my flesh.

"I am here for you," he whispers softly into my ear. "Allah brought us together tonight for a reason." The words wash over me like a comforting balm, easing some of the tension that has built up within me during this harrowing ordeal. Despite myself, I relax slightly into his embrace, trusting in his guidance and the purpose behind it all.

My eyes squeeze shut as he continues to touch me, his words resonating deep within my soul. Though I still do not understand everything that has transpired this night, I know that God is with us; that His plan is greater than any of our individual desires or fears. As nuda slowly pushes into me, filling me inch by aching inch, I surrender myself completely to his touch and trust in the will of the Almighty One who guides us both.

As nuda begins to move within me, his rough hands gripping my hips and guiding him deeper still, I moan softly, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that surges through me with each thrust. It's an agony and a delight all wrapped up together, pushing me past the limits of what I thought myself capable. The sound of our flesh slapping against one another fills the air, drowning out all other noise as we become lost in this strange yet intimate dance.

The feel of his fingers teasing my sensitive bud through layers of wet cloth sends shivers coursing down my spine, heightening my arousal until it feels like I might explode with the force of it. With a soft cry, I arch my back and writhe against him, wanting more of this strange and wondrous sensation that has been unleashed within me.

As if he's read my