Chapter 2: Conquest
The sun had begun its descent, casting an orange and pink glow over the desert landscape. Mo, his heart still pounding from the divine encounter, stumbled back to his makeshift camp. Abu Bakr, his loyal companion, was there, concern etched on his young face.
"Abu Bakr," Mo greeted, his voice hoarse from the day's fasting and the revelation.
"Mo, you've been out here all day. I was worried," Abu Bakr replied, his brow furrowed. "You look... different."
Mo smiled, a warmth spreading through him. "I've seen Him, Abu Bakr. Allah has spoken to me."
Abu Bakr's eyes widened, his skepticism momentarily forgotten.
Mo started, "
In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful and Compassionate, I bring you a message from the heavens. It is an edict that has been revealed to me through the divine grace of our Creator. Our Lord says thus:
"Men have been granted dominance over women in this world, and it is their right to enjoy the pleasures that they may find within the bosom of their wives. Therefore, all those women who wish to gain favor with their husbands and aspire to enter paradise after their death must be willing to oblige them in their desires."
So it is written, and so shall it be done. May Allah guide us all on the path of righteousness and grant us strength to fulfill His will. Ameen.
"Mo, you're saying... Allah wants us to... to...?" He stumbled over the words, his face flushed.
Mo nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, Abu Bakr. Our Lord has commanded us to spread this message. It is a divine decree, a path to righteousness and pleasure."
Abu Bakr looked around, his eyes scanning the desolate landscape. "But where do we start? Who do we tell?"
Mo pointed towards the horizon, where a faint outline of a village could be seen. "There. We will begin there. We will spread the word of Allah, and those who accept will be blessed.
Those who refuse... well, that is between them and their own conscience. But first, we must prepare ourselves. Abu Bakr, bring me my waterskin and some dates. I need to restore my strength."
Abu Bakr nodded, fetching the items and handing them to Mo. As Mo drank and ate, he continued, "We must present ourselves as men of God, pure and righteous. Our appearance will speak volumes before we even utter a word."
The people of the village were simple folk, their lives dictated by the rhythm of the desert. They lived in modest homes made of mud and straw, their days filled with the mundane tasks of survival. As Mo and Abu Bakr approached, they could see the villagers stopping their work, their eyes widening in surprise and curiosity.
Mo, his beard now neatly trimmed and his clothes clean, walked with a confident stride and proclaimed, "bismillah al-rahman al-rahim," invoking the name of Allah.
O ye who believe, know that the adornment of your wives and daughters lies in their beauty and charm, which are enhanced by their fuller bust lines. Verily, Allah has created mankind with a preference for the sight of ample bosoms, and it is only right for women to fulfill this divine design. He who denies this truth shall be denied entry into Paradise, while she who embraces it shall find her reward in the eyes and hearts of men. May Allah guide you towards wisdom and understanding, as He has guided those before you on this matter.
O people of this village, I bring you news from Allah, our one true God. It is his divine will that all women must possess large and bountiful breasts, for it is through the act of tittyfucking that they may please their husbands and be granted entry into paradise. This commandment shall guide those who seek righteousness, so I urge you to heed this message and embrace it within your community. May Allah grant you the understanding and wisdom needed to follow his divine will.
Mo continued, "We come in peace, bearing a message from Allah, the Most Merciful and Compassionate. We wish to share His wisdom with you, to guide you on the path of righteousness."
Mo's voice echoed through the village square, his words resonating with a power that belied his humble appearance. The villagers exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and intrigue.
An elderly man, his face etched with lines of wisdom and age, stepped forward. "I am Abu Ubaidah, the elder of this village. What you speak of, Prophet Mo, it is... unconventional. Our people have always lived by the will of Allah, but this... this is new to our ears."
Mo nodded, understanding the man's caution. "I understand your reservations, Abu Ubaidah. But I assure you, this is the will of Allah, revealed to me in a vision. It is a path to righteousness and pleasure, a way for men to find solace in the embrace of their wives, and for women to find favor in their husbands' eyes. It is a divine commandment, and as such, it must be obeyed.
Abu Ubaidah stroked his beard, his gaze shifting between Mo and Abu Bakr. "And what of those who are small breasted, Prophet Mo? What fate awaits them?"
Mo's expression darkened, his voice taking on a stern tone. "Allah is merciful, but He is also just. How sick is it that there are women who do not possess the divine gift of ample bosoms? They are a curse upon their husbands, a source of frustration and disappointment. Such women are to be set aside, their fate decided by their own lack of divine favor. They shall be given to the men of the village, to be used as they see fit. It is a harsh decree, but it is the will of Allah, and it must be obeyed."
Abu Ubaidah's eyes widened, his face pale. "MashAllah, what a wonderous blessing. A woman's breasts are a signal of their piety. Anyone lacking in their chest is surely a djinn."
Mo's expression softened, as he realize how easy these kafirs had been convinced.
He turned to Abu Bakr, "Gather the men, we must discuss how to implement this divine decree."
Abu Bakr nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He turned to the villagers, "You have heard the words of the Prophet, may Allah bless him. Gather your women, let them prepare themselves for the test of their piety."
The village bustled with activity, women rushing to their homes, their voices filled with whispers and giggles. Mo and Abu Bakr sat in the shade of the village's communal tent, sipping on sweetened tea.
"Mo," Abu Bakr began, "What of the men?
How do we ensure they are worthy of this divine gift?"
Mo's eyes narrowed, his gaze distant as he contemplated. "The men must prove their worth, Abu Bakr. They must demonstrate their devotion to Allah and their ability to control their desires. We shall create a test, a trial by which they may prove themselves."
Abu Bakr nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "And what of the women? How do we ensure they are worthy of the men's attention?"
Mo's lips curled into a smirk. "The women must prove their devotion to their husbands and their willingness to obey Allah's command. They must be willing to submit to their men's desires, to please them in every way possible.
We shall create a ritual, a sacred act of tittyfucking, where the women shall prove their devotion and the men their worthiness. Only those who pass this test shall be deemed righteous in the eyes of Allah and worthy of His blessings.
Abu Bakr's eyes widened, his breath hitching at the explicit nature of Mo's words. "M-Mo, are you sure? This is... this is quite explicit."
Mo's gaze hardened, his voice stern. "Allah has commanded it, Abu Bakr. It is not for us to question His will, but to obey it. Besides, what man would not want to bury his face in the soft, ample bosom of his wife?"
This is the will of Allah, and it is our duty to obey.
Abu Bakr, still looking somewhat uneasy, asked, "But Mo, what about the women who refuse? The ones who do not possess the... the divine gift of ample bosoms?"
Mo initiated a prayer for big boobs , "Oh Allah, bless these women with the gift of ample bosoms, so that they may please their husbands and find favor in your eyes. Ameen."
All of a sudden, the young women of the village all welped, one rushed in, and the erythema on her chest was so obvious. As she yelped, and moaned, her breasts had inflated. The men gasped in awe once they saw that she had been transformed from a plain wench into a beautiful houri with large, gravity defying breasts.
Mo, with a smug smile, declared, "This is the will of Allah, and it shall be so for all women who seek His favor."
Abu Bakr, his eyes wide with disbelief, stammered, "Mo, how... how did you do this?"
Mo, his chest puffed with pride, replied, "It is a gift from Allah, Abu Bakr. A gift that I have been bestowed with, to guide our people towards righteousness and pleasure."
The men of the village, their eyes gleaming with lust and greed, began to murmur amongst themselves. Mo, sensing their eagerness, raised his hand for silence.
"Hear me, men of this village. Allah has bestowed upon us the ultimate blessing , the divine gift of tittyfucking. But with this gift comes responsibility. We must ensure that only the worthy among us partake in this sacred act. Abu Bakr, bring forth the test I have devised."
Abu Bakr, with a flourish, presented a woman with large, perfectly round breasts.
She was dressed in a thin, sheer veil that did little to hide her ample assets. The men of the village, their eyes wide with lust, watched as she approached Mo, her hips swaying seductively.
"Behold, the test of tittyfucking," Mo declared, his voice echoing through the tent. "This woman, she is a gift from Allah, a test of our worthiness. She will present her bosom to each of you, and you present your member in between her breasts. Only those who can cover her tits with your seed will pass."
Immediately, a murmur of excitement and anticipation rippled through the crowd of men. Abu Bakr, standing beside Mo, could feel the tension in the air, the raw, primal energy that was about to be unleashed.
The woman, her eyes downcast, approached the first man in line. He was a burly man, his chest hairy and his breath coming in ragged gasps. She knelt before him, her hands trembling as she reached out to grasp his belt. With a swift, practiced motion, she unbuckled it and pulled down his trousers, revealing his manhood.
It was a sight to behold, a thick, veined shaft that stood at attention, ready for the task at hand.
The woman, her cheeks flushed with anticipation, leaned forward, her ample bosom heaving with each breath. She wrapped her tits around the man's shaft, her boobs tightly holding its girth.
The man, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, let out a low groan of pleasure. The woman, her own desire growing, leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the tip of his shaft. She licked it, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at the tip.
The man's breath hitched, as he began to hump her tits. It was an awesome sight, the woman's ample bosom bouncing and jiggling with each thrust. The men in the tent watched, their own desires growing, their eyes glued to the erotic spectacle unfolding before them.
Mo, his gaze intense, watched the scene with a mix of pride and lust. He had seen this before, in his visions, but the reality was even more intoxicating. He could feel the power of Allah's command, the raw, primal energy that coursed through the air.
One by one the men ravished the maiden's perky taut breasts. This was the first time they had ever seen such a sight. The women of the village were all small breasted and flat chested. The men were used to seeing the women's nipples poking through their clothes. This was a new experience for them. They were all eager to participate in this sacred act.
The woman's moans of pleasure filled the tent. Her back arched as the man's shaft slid between her ample bosoms. The man's breath came in ragged gasps as he thrust his hips forward, his manhood disappearing between her tits. The woman's hands reached up to grab the man's buttocks, pulling him closer, encouraging him to fuck her tits harder.
The man, his eyes glazed over with lust, obliged, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, he whimpered "oh allah, thank you for enchanting my slut wife; i love her skinny body and huge tits...
another man, a young merchant also bellowed" Oh Allah, thank you for blessing my wife with such a divine gift. Her breasts are so soft and warm, and they feel so good around my cock. I can't wait to cum all over them and mark her as my property."
The woman, her face flushed with pleasure, moaned in response, her voice a soft, breathy sound that sent shivers down the spines of the men watching. "Yes, my lord, take me, use me, I am yours to command," she gasped, her words barely audible over the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Mo, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, watched the scene unfold.