Planet of the Submissives/The Dark Gods

[makofin]

This thread the spread of Islam and how it enslaves others, the non believers. At this time their is only about 17 million Muslims in America, and growing every day, thanks to our weak left, pacifist, multiculturist democratic, politicans that want to model themselves after the the European Union. Nevertheless this is an erotic story about sexual submission. The strong dominant { Muslim } ruling the weak {white pacifists } It begins in the south, in Alanta, Georgia, where old traditions die hard and involves a beautiful, wealthy, married, blonde southern belle named Isabelle Renee' Anderson. Her husband, Charles Martin Anderson is employed at a law firm which represents a new Mosque located in the city, who has just won a huge civil settlement against the city for discrimination. Of course all the members are black or of middle eastern descent.


Jamal C. Carter was born in the United States but converted to Islam in prison at the young age of nineteen. He stands six foot four, two hundred and thirty three pounds of solid muscle and not very many dare question his power. Not that he can't be charming, if necessary. Their are rumors of a small but growing group of wealthy white females who donate lots of money and charity to his cause. The spread of Islam and everything that goes along with it. For centuries it has sought to enslave the non believers, the kafirs, and dominate the world. The sad truth being that most of them don't even know what is happening.

To celebrate Jamal decides to host a party at his lavish, private estate. Charles and Isabelle Anderson are invited, along with several other married white couples from the firm.

[angelique127]

Isabelle was somewhat worried at first when her hubby announced that he was leaving the security of the old law firm and working for the strange Muslim organization. It was an offer he couldn't refuse, Charles said. She just hoped that he wasn't making a big mistake.

" I'm sorry sugar, I just don't understand why any ol' muslim church would want to hire a decent Christian lawyer. " Isabelle questioned they were eatting dinner.

" Well my dear you have to except that our culture is changing, for the better I must add, and multiculturlism is the norm. This is a good oppurtunity to work with our muslim neighbors. " Charles answered with confidence, " Besides my salary will be alot more benefical. "

" Will you have to work longer hours again ? " she asked, remembering how she spent so much time alone when he first started at the other firm.

" Perhaps...but I promise to make it up to you, darling. " Charles promised.

" Really...? How ? " she smiled demurely.

" I know how much you like surprises." Charles wiped his mouth with a napkin before reaching into his pocket. He then handed his wife a tinybox wrapped in a bow. Isabelle's eyes grew big and she squirmed with anticipation.

" For me ? I do declare Charles, you spoil me rotten ! " she opened her present hoping it was another piece of expensive jewelry. It was a beautiful strand of pearls and matching earrings. Oh Charles, you devil...you shouldn't have... but thank you ! "

Being the perfect attentive husband he moved behind her chair and draped the pearls around his wife's slender neck, hooking the clasp.

" You may want to wear your new gift to the party this Saturday, along with that sensational bikini I love, you know the one you wore on our honeymoon. " Charles offered.

" Do you really think it's appropriate ? I mean, it is alittle bit risque...''

" Revealing. Daring. And tempting. " Charles agreed.

Isabelle was pleased, she loved to tease her hubby. If that's what he wanted her to wear to the summer pool party at his new superviser's estate, then that's what she would wear. She didn't mind playing the role of the trophy wife...

[makofin]

The party's were held bi weekly, usually at my lavish home. With nine bedrooms, seven baths, each with a whirlpool and a large in ground swimming pool, plus a library and fully stocked bar in the gameroom it was perfect place to host the events. The guests were all either very wealthy or the females exceptionly beautiful. And white. The members being black males, mostly converted to Islam. Some like myself were ex cons and or athletes now dedicated to the cause, united for one purpose. Today our guest of honor was no other than Charles Lee Anderson, a middle aged lawyer who recently accepted a position at our law firm. He wasn't as rich as much as successful, but it was his wife that drew all the interest, she was exceedingly beautiful. I've had my share of gorgeous white woman but she stood out above the rest. Besides I prefer blondes.

Divide and conquer. After that it is easy, because deep down inside almost every white woman secretly wants to be with a black man. We are far superior. Dominate and powerful, even dangerous and able to offer far more than our counterparts can. And most of the white boys fantasize about seeing thier wives being pleasured by a black stud. Whatever happens they don't dare protest or object.

We call it paying the tribute.

[angelique127]

Isabelle was so looking forward to the party. She just loved to socailize, it gave her the oppurtunity to do a little harmless flirting. How many young men bought her anything her heart desired just because she batted her long eyelashes at them, before her marriage of course. Besides, Charles didn't mind all that much as long as she remained faithful. He liked to spoil his beautiful young wife too.

A few days before the party a friend named Monique called. She was married to a former co-worker of Charles, a guy by the name of Kyle who now, as it turned out, was employed at the same place as Charles again. Thankfully they both would be at the upcoming event on Saturday. Isabelle was thrilled at the prospect of catching up on all the gossip !

The rest of the week crawled by but finally Saturday arrived...

[makofin]

In the last two years I have sponsered three married females. Each are not only attractive but very wealthy. All have donated thousands of dollars to our mosque and private school and to maintain my own personnal lifestlye. The ladies are nothing but devoted. Monique Chambers is by far the most committed. She worships the ground I walk on and I can always count on her to soften up the next female.

And that lucky female happened to be Isabelle Anderson.

My jaw may have dropped when I first saw her walk into the room, holding on to her husbands arm. She was a goddess. Her hair was blonde, piled on top of her head and fell in curly tendrils around her doll like face. Even from a distance I could tell her skin was flawless, and she had a creamy white complexion. Big blue eyes. Her body was pure perfection, with the curves in all the right places. I was not the only male who noticed her, several others, as well as some females all turned to stare at this gorgeous woman.when she entered the room.

I nodded at Monique, who was standing nearby. She drank her glass of wine and rushed to meet the guests of honor.

[angelique127]

One of the first things Isabelle noticed when they entered the private gate was how beautiful and well maintained the grounds were. The mansion was a former plantion with ivy covering the walls and massive white columns. A young white man dressed in black slacks and a white ruffled silk shirt opened her door. She thanked him before he rushed off the park their Merecedes. The door was answered by a genuine formally dressed and very polite butler.

Isabelle glanced at her hubby, impressed. The butler motioned the couple to follow him. Their destination was the crowded back patio area which was centered around a very large pool. Several umbrellas were scattered about providing shade to the many guests. A tiki bar was off to one side next to an exotic tropical garden. A very fine overhead mist was even being sprayed to cool everyone off.

" Do you see Monique ? " she asked Charles. As she looked around she couldn't help noticing just how many colored men there were conversing with all the ladies, who all happened to be white. At second glance she saw absolutely no black females anywhere.

" Isabelle ! ! ! "

She turned to see Monique, wearing heels and holding a mixed drink, rushing towards them. The gorgeous brunette had a itsy bitsy tiny bikini on, which made Isabelle relax a little about her own bathing attire which she was wearing underneath her sundress. The two ladies greeted each other with a quick hug and a whole lot of smiles.

For a moment Charles was forgotten, until a black gentleman stepped foward extending his hand...

[makofin]

The guests of honor had finally arrived.

She was beyond beautiful, perfection at it's finest and would make a handsome addition to my collection. Charles was easily dismissed, looking nervous and passive, clearly uncomfortable and awkward in mixed company. He didn't stand a chance. I nodded at Monique and waited a moment before introducing myself to my new object of desire.

Charles seemed relieved as I approached, but I ignored his outstreched hand, focusing instead on his gorgeous wife. I delibertly let my eyes meet hers and slowly drift downwards.

" Oh Isabelle, this is our host Mr. Jamal Carter. " Monique gushed.

I smiled and took her hand, my lips brushing her across her soft skin. I could tell by the way her nostrils flared, her eyes fluttered and the way she almost blushed that she was somewhat impressed.

[angelique127]

Isabelle was spellbound...she was being introduced to the most handsome black man she had ever seen. He was simply magnificent ! The perfect example of tall, dark and handsome. When his lips brushed across her hand she shuddered, a tingle running up and down her spine.

Regaining her composure Isabelle responded, " Oh...so pleased to meet you, Mr. Carter. "

They gazed at each other for several seconds before Isabelle broke eye contact. She, herself, was surprised at her reaction to this stranger and his effect on her. Being from the south and an old fashioned kind of girl she really didn't assoiate with black folk all that much. Besides Isabelle had a rather sheltered upbringing.

With a knowing grin Monique took her friends arm and dragged her off to the ladies room...