Date: Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:37:50 -0500
From: pensuwana lacrox <slacrox@mail.com>
Subject: Je'anne the bisexual tycoon pt 11 by pensuwana

The look on his face is one of complete astonishment as he gently leans
close and kisses my lips, pulling me to him, as his hand covers my
breast, he suddenly stops, looks deep into my eyes and asks, "Dare I
believe I truly am so honored."

"It's either that or die like the coward you'll prove yourself to be, now
ravage my body, fuck with determination and lustfulness, and forever know
you are mine, thus Allah's."

Suddenly he turns into a wild man, ripping off my clothing, ruthlessly
dropping himself up on my little body, driving his prick so deep within
me I gasp, and cry out, "Ooohhh...Katanga...yes... fuck your prophet and
queen."

Even after a gushing, strong, pulsating ejaculation he hardly slows but
continues fucking the very life from my small body, as tears, crying,
sobbing and wailing for joy, and splendor are screamed from my lips,
urging him on and on to fuck me harder, longer, faster, meaner, and make
me scream for mercy, until with a great shout he ejaculates again and
collapses on me, so I roll us off the couch on to the floor, with me on
top, kissing his lips and softly telling him, "Name it my precious and it
is yours." Weakly and hesitantly he replies, "Only to be near you and
have you expend your lust and passion upon me as you just have."

For so very long we lay there wrapped in one another's arms kissing and
him fondling my breasts, kissing them, sucking my nipples, as he lightly
fingers my cunt, until my breathing become erratic and quick, and I slip
his prick back where it belongs, and gently move my pelvis back and forth
over it, causing it to slide in and out of my cum and pussy juice
dripping wet cunt, until yet another powerful ejaculation all but lifts
me off him, as I fall half awake on his body, moaning incoherently of
praises of his expertise and stamina, bestowing Allah's eternal blessing
upon him for the rest of his life, until after another long period of
time, I pick up, 2 stems of my pipe, give one to Katanga, still laying on
him our faces too close to be smoking, so the smoke is exhaled in faces,
some times our lips lightly touching, and I ask, "You will give up the
sea that easily just to be near me."

"I've served you since you became Allah's prophet, captaining the lead
ship in every engagement we've had, and safely landing our stealth
marines, please my gracious queen and holy prophet let me take you on a
safe trip throughout your nation, for I am also a graduate of the marine
academy and hold the rank of Captain."

"You do know your place before me, and can differentiate between
Je'onn'ni the woman and Je'onn'ni the queen and prophet...no my love you
need not reply, for of course you do, then so be it, you'll command my
ship when we go on this trip, and my land guard when we are ashore, and
be my constant companion unless I am engaged with another man or my
children."

Exhaling another deep drag from my lips, as I kiss him again, feeling his
prick hard against my body, I move and slide it back deep in my sloppy,
slippery, cum filled, dripping wet cunt, and lay on him sliding his cock
effortlessly back and forth within my pussy, taking drags from my pipe,
and exhaling the some from my lips as I kiss him, staring directly into
his eyes, as I softly ask, "Why do you thrill and excite me so Katanga...my
mind is whirling in your lust and desires for my body...I see in your mind
it is clear, and true...remember my sweet love, I deeply love no one, but
need constant variety in my being fucked regularly, praise Allah he has
allowed me to have this one cherished pleasure left from my past..."

"Whenever you require me my prophet and queen I am yours."

Later we fall peacefully asleep. The next day I make sure Katanga's
assignment is secure. the real wonderful thing that has been happening
during these years is we've become the bread basket of the world, the
desert irrigated and producing tons of grain, vegetables, fruits, cattle,
pigs, etc, as the US slips into 2nd place. Primarily because we have 3
plantings a year. All out autos trucks, and busses are alternate fuel
burning, or electric, as Kamakora moves progressively more and more into
building all alternative fuel means of transportation, including ships,
and aircraft, then one day we get a visit from the Russian ambassador and
wishes to talk to me alone, so in my private quarters he asks me, "Since
the collapse of the USSR Russia as you know has become progressively
poorer and weaker by the year, my president has asked me to ask you what
it will take for you to take control of Russia, and make it part of the
HIM, we do not believe we will cause you a great amount of cash advance,
but just to share your wealth."

"But Ambassador Yurkoff, your nation is not Moslem and we are all nothing
but a Moslem union of states."

"You're so correct, and my president has also told me we will make Islam
the state faith."

"I'll take this to my council to see what they have to say about it, but
I have little hope for this happening."

"Your Highness the world knows you are the only voice in the HIM, so
other than the faith what is your largest concern."

"Ambassador instead of carrying this further, let me talk to my personal
financial advisors, have our teams of research people look into your
debt, gross national product, where and how it can be better exploited
and now long before a positive return can be realized, and a total pay
back of initial funding, If we can we'll work out something between
myself and Russia, during which you will convert a large enough number of
your population to satisfy the HIM that you are in fact a Moslem nation,
then we can talk of becoming part of us."

"Your Highness are you telling me your wealth is such you believe you can
buy all of Russia."

"Buying it is not of any problem to me, within 5 years recovering my
costs plus profits are."

"In all due respect your Highness, we're talking billions here."

"Close to a trillion I'd guess, but with the diamonds, oil, coal, and
natural gas reserves you have that no one thus far has not been able to
exploit will easily pay me back with over 100% interest, take that back
to your president, along with my 5 year plan for repayment, plus 100%
interest, your nation being 55% Moslem, and me as it's single monarch."

Then taking a deep drag from my pipe and sensuously exhaling the smoke
from my lips toward his face, I continue, "I would suggest we have all
those who are now responsible for making national policy visit the HIM,
freely and without the knowledge of my people to see how we all now live
under my supreme rule, for we practice the real communism, the one the
USSR never fully achieved, for there are no depts. In my government, no
court system, no trials and only one punishment for whatever crime, a
slow agonizing public death, which keeps those who think they must be
involved in criminal activity in line, by my estimates in another 20
years we will experience in crime at all, the largest problem in other
nations is prostitution, where it is illegal, while here it is part of
the legal system, stealing is gone completely, for every one has what his
neighbor has. It goes on indefinitely with only one voice saying who will
and who will not live happily, because of my all seeing and knowing
abilities Allah has given me, even local ministers over certain areas are
punished even worse if they betray my trust."

"It all seems to perfect, but is this possible in the modern world."

"Even now I am convicted of horror able crimes in the Gaza Strip as I
made my escape possible, because I did not differentiate as I shot my way
out, having lost my husbands in the process and Israel is up in arms over
my killing innocent Israelis but when one is running for ones life, it is
rather difficult to tell who is innocent or not." After he leaves, I ask
Sally, "My love, how would you like adding another 3 trillion to our
kitty." "Oh...Allah, what have you agreed to now."

"After our engineers research the prospects...and find it a profitable
venture...we're going to buy Russia, for once their natural resources are
exploited we'll reap at least a 200% profit from the investment."

Poor Sally just looks at me in awe and wonderment as she slowly replies,
"All of Russia...what are we going to do with it."

"If they do, and I know they will agree, to my terms, within 5 years the
majority of the population will be Moslem, and it will then become part
of the HIM."

So while Sally took care of that I go to my council and tell them, "Allah
in his wisdom has told me as you know I will mother a new generation of
princes who will rule the HIM under myself, some of these have been born
and are even now being educated, while my past children some of whom are
now working in Je'anne Corp, I am to become the mother of many princes
who will rule this vast nation Allah has created."

but of course, and unknown to any other, my most pleasant nights are
spent with young Ali now my only real true love, who now at 15 is tall,
handsome, strong, desirously demanding and full of so much stamina each
night with him results in me becoming so exhausted I plead and beg for
him to be satisfied so I may have a little rest before morning, as I lay
under his strong healthy body, his prick hammering the inside of my cunt,
tears of joy and pleasure rolling down my face, while even after he has
ejaculated his stamina continues with me lapsing in and out of ecstatic
delirium and almost comatose ecstasy, until I pass out from exhaustion
and fatigue, only to wake up the next morning looking even more gorgeous,
and feeling refreshed, willing and desiring my prince of the next night,
or my sweet Katanga.

Then one day as Sally, Uvonda and I are talking I my private bed chamber,
the two of them now in their 50s and I still am only 24, looking 17,
Uvonda asks me, "Je'onn'ni you still look as you did the 1st time I
fucked you, so very many years ago, still far too gorgeous to put into
words, and even more so, desirous to a fault that my cunt is wet just
looking at you sprawled out on your bed, half naked and looking so
tempting I can hardly contain myself."

"It has been years since I felt your warm moist lips against my cunt my
sweet Uvonda, you may have it if you wish, Sally may I have yours."

So the 3 of us tongued ands finger fucked each other until they begged
off from exhaustion. So as we lay there having a smoke and drink Sally
tells me, "Baby, although I never want to leave you, I must step down and
go into at least semi-retirement, as does Uvonda, we both have actually
worn ourselves thin , your children are all geniuses as you knew they
would be and we have been doing little more than advising them for some
time now, Russia also is ready to become a part of the HIM, you control
almost 50% of the voters in the UN, a generation as passing Je'onn'ni
with only you left to tell of it's wonders."

"History will tell it as they think it all has happened Sally."

"But baby you control over half the land on earth write your own, who
better to tell the story of the foundations and growth of the HIM."

So after thinking about it I start dictating into a voice recognition
program, starting where Allah chose me to lead the unification of Islam,
then going back to my beginning to show how He directed my path all these
long years. Then I decide to take this trip around the HIM, so we set out
1st stopping at all the Muslim nations of Africa. And in every one my
welcome is so joyous and rewarding, as I tell Ali, in the presence of
Katanga, "My precious son these are all your people, as you notice they
all want to see you also, so be pleased and happy to see them all, for it
will be only a few years when they all will be looking to you for their
welfare."

"Mother may we talk alone, please."

"Katanga is a trusted advisor and my lover, who can help us in whatever
way we need."

"I was not thinking of myself mother, but of you, I do not want this
responsibility. You have been these peoples prophet, and queen for so
long and they trust you, you're older and have more experience with
things like this."

"Ali look closely at me, how old do I look to you."

"Mother that's not fair we all know Allah has given you eternal youth."

"But my precious put yourself in their place, what would you think of
this 20 some year old girl came to you and told you she is your
Queen...Katanga can you help me here." "Ali you and I have one young woman
we both love dearly, you've been around me now for many months, what you
never witnessed was my 1st command, I was a natural, and commanded my 1st
ship at 20, had men twice my age under me, it was difficult, because I
had to prove myself, while you are the only son of a king who ruled for
over 60 years, and the prophet, you have instant acceptance."
"Captain...mother...please believe me it's not that...I just do not want to
rule...you just said it Katanga, I'm in love, and nothing will take my
mother from me."

"Ali they are not going to take me from you, remember darling I will be
with you in all matter, as Allah's prophet, advisor and mother Queen."

"Mother please don't make me do this."

"My precious what do you wish to do with the life Allah has given you."

"I can't tell you with Katanga listening."

"Please forgive me darling I must know what Ali has on his mind...now
darling what is it."

"I wish to fund a nice man to love me and alternate between you and him
for my sexual satisfaction, for there is nothing this earth can offer me
I haven't experienced in your arms, and with your help I will have a man
as sweet and satisfying as you to fuck me." "Thinking on my feet has
always been one of my best qualities, so I tell him, "If you believe
Katanga can please you, you can join us later tonight."

"Ooohhh...mother he's a dream, I'll love to have Katanga fuck me."

"Now please go back to your studies, so I can talk to him alone. Soon I
tell Katanga, "Wow, have I ever screwed up with my son Ali, he's a
mother's boy who wants me and a man to fuck him...Katanga, I must have time
in Mecca for a long period of prayer, somewhere I missed what Allah has
been telling me."

Katanga gently pulls me to him and kisses my lips lightly as he says, "No
my queen and prophet of Allah, it is very clear to me, it was not Allah
who decided to have Ali king it was you and his father, why would our
gracious Allah give young eternal youth if he did not wish you to
continue ruling his HIM...as for Ali's thoughts about a man fucking him, no
darling that was only a smoke screen to cause you to think him even less
desirable as king of Allah's HIM."

"I have missed this, why has not Allah told me these things."

"Perhaps He just did my dearest, why else would I be here, you fell in
love with me instantly, even as you threatened me that 1st day in your
bed chamber your eyes gave you away, now let us all go to Mecca and pray
for wisdom and your future as Queen and holy prophet in his great HIM, as
we pray Ali will also learn his place in the HIM." so there as we lay
prostate on the floor having been there for close to 10 days without
food, I hear, "Je'onn'ni, Allah is happy and blesses you, you have done
and shall continue forever doing his bidding...while your son Ali will be
of great help to you, deny him your bed, his work is done, wed Katanga,
Allah has sent him to you...and in His eyes you are married already." I
look up and no one is there, glance around and see no one. After we leave
the temple Ali tells me, "Mother is it possible I heard the voice of
Allah speaking to me."

Holding him against my breasts, I reply, "Allah is great my son, he can
speak to any of us, what did you hear."

"That I must use my learning to be a close advisor to you, to find myself
a good woman and wed her, and have a family of my own."

"Ooohhh...Ali you have caused me great happiness, Katanga you have not said
anything of your time with Allah in prayer." "For as much as I feel my
faith is strong for whatever reason...this is difficult for me to think
of." "What is it my sweet love." "Well darling Allah told me to ask you
to marry me...can thi..."

"Yes."

"What."

"I said yes, for Allah has given you to me, do you realize for many
months now no other besides Ali has touched me, and even he will no
longer, for you are the only man I need in my life from this point on."

Right there in the middle of the court yard of the Temple he grabs me and
kisses me passionately, as crowds of my subjects short, "Praise Allah he
has given our Prophet a husband."

As Katanga breaks the kiss, this very young girl asks, "My glorious
Prophet and Queen will you take these flowers."

I kneel down beside her and reply, "Thank you my sweet child, they are
lovely."

As I kiss her cheek lightly, so she asks, "My great Queen Je'onn'ni how
can you, Who are above us all be so common and humble."

"My sweet child unless we are able to humble ourselves before one another
we are truly lost indeed...where are your parents my sweet girl."

"I have none my queen, I live off the ones who come here to pray."

Totally horrified I tell Katanga, "We'll ask this one to come with us,
darling how would you like living in my palace..."

Then the reality of what she told me grabs me, as I fall to the floor of
the temple yard, crying a loud scream, "How did I miss this simple part
of my own nation, the homeless children, in this land of plenty we have
this existing...how can this be."

Then a woman tells me, "She is a thief my queen and prophet, and has a
perfectly good home, but refuses to live there."

"Then please take us there so I may see this home of hers. Soon we get
there and see it is a nice home, so the father comes out and asks, "Well
you little tramp who caught you this time."

As he bats her across her head, telling me, not seeing who I am, "I'll
beat her good again, I just can't keep her here."

Perhaps it's because she gets beaten and receives no love from you, here
in Mecca, the home of our great Allah, I find this."

He starts to swing and hit me, only to have Katanga grab him and say, "On
your face fool this is our prophet and queen you are speaking to in that
way, Je'onn'ni what is your wish for this fool."

"What is your name man."

"Fagen this is my daughter and a thief my great Queen, please I did not
know you." Katanga, get our guards and have this home searched."

What we find embarrasses me totally, here in Mecca is a den of thieving
children forced into it by this lazy bastard, so I tell Katanga, "Call my
palace, get William Taft, and tell him I have a new job for him."

So 1st back in my palace I tell William, "I know this doesn't come under
the heading of an environmentalist but you being an American will do a
far better job of this because most of my people are used to things such
as you will encounter, just remember as you find these, the disposition
is mine. I give you full authority to put together how many ever soldiers
you need to sweep the HIM for lazy bastards like the one you see here,
who will be executed on Television so all will see what happens when one
breaks Allah's laws..."

Then as tears of sorrow run down my face I weakly say, "Here in my own
country...how much worse will it be else where...Katanga, you will beat me
also on Television, so all Allah's followers will see and know my failure
in this matter...I've been so neglectful and self possessed Again I missed
a large problem, and who knows how terrible it might be." So as William
forms his army of soldiers to sweep the HIM, I appear on TV and tell my
subjects, "1st, I must bear my back for the lash, in humble penance for
my lacking to know this horror able crime against 1st children and 2nd
all of us, Katanga, if you will."

Kneeling he lashes my back, leaving bloody marks across it, until I faint
from extreme torment, then once revived I weakly tell the people, here is
the man who did this terrible thing to these children, Allah's will is he
be also beaten, but to death...Katanga turn him lose...now Fagen all you have
to do is beat me in a fight to the death to stay alive, so defend
yourself, and remember I've already been beaten to the point of fainting
so you have the advantage, because I am weakened."

"If that's all I need to do then I'll kill you."

His mouth is much bigger then his abilities as I jab here and there very
slowly cutting him on his face several times, breaking an arm, then a
leg, a few ribs and as he laid on the floor wailing and begging for me or
some one to kill him, I tell Allah's subjects, "Our great god Allah has
given us prosperity and wealth there is one voice in the HIM and it is
myself the Prophet of Allah's my purpose is only to enforce Allah's laws
to us all. This execution is televised so we all may all see Allah's
punishment to those who violate His Commands for us all."

As I stomp my foot on his nose braking it. Poke an eye out, rack my
finger nails across his belly and he begins to bleed to death so I leave
him to do so as I then say, "The month of Prayer will begin in a week any
who believe my means of enforcing Allah's laws to be unfair will find me
in Mecca, in the temple begging our great god Allah that I may never need
to do this horror able thing again."

As I walk of the set where this is being televised I collapse. As I come
to a doctor tells me, "Please my queen Je'onn'ni be still you have over
taxed yourself again...how many times must I tell you, your body is far too
small to drive yourself as you do."

Then I feel a sense of something I did not think would happen again, so I
ask, "Where are my precious Katanga and Ali."

"Ali is over seeing the end of the execution, Katanga is out side...you
know you are pregnant don't you, why did you tax yourself so then."

"I just this minute felt them within me...I have twins, two lovely
girls...just over a month...summon Jeanette, so I may ask her to carry them
to birth."

"I've taken the liberty of calling Jeannette and Anne so they can decide
which will, both knowing you cannot."

"Does Katanga know yet."

"Heavens no, it is not for me to tell him, but you, but that will have to
wait until after I make the transfer, Je'onn'ni please my gracious
prophet take better care of yourself, Allah only gave you eternal youth
not protection against working yourself to death, and what you did today
was so difficult for you, my dear holy prophet and queen when I got to
you, I wondered if I could save you, remember Je'onn'ni you are
responsible for the welfare of millions of people Allah will not look
upon you with favor if you fail in his mission for him, you know
that...wait they are here...haaa, Jean, Anne you know, have you chosen who
will carry your mother's children to birth."

Jean speaks up, "Mother who does Allah wish to carry these precious girls
of yours." "How did you know they were girls Jean, no one outside this
room knows."

"I just some how knew, please mother is it me."

"Yes my precious, oh my yes, for who else could, since you knew they are
girls...doctor may we do it now."

It wasn't until the next day Katanga got in to see me, and as he walks in
he kneels at my side, crying and telling me, "The doctor told me you were
going to live...so I knew you'd recover, but why, please my darling ,did
it take so long for me to see you." Katanga, you've never spoken of this,
but you do want children do you not."

The poor tired man bursts out sobbing as he tries to say so I can
understand him, "You told me Allah closed your womb that is the
onl...children...you are pregnant with more than one...ooohhh...Allah forgive me
for lashing the back of my sweet precious darling love so how long
before...oh my god we must wed now...are they girls...ooohhh Je'onn'ni how
marvelously happy you have made me...but my dearest you must get much rest
now..."

"Please Katanga, I cannot carry children to term so they have been
transferred to Jean my lovely daughter, who knew even as I did they are
girls as it would appear you would have ordered if you knew...and my
darling we will be married by Allah in the Temple in Mecca as soon as I
am fully recovered."

"What of your back, does it not hurt laying on it without bandages."

"Allah has healed the lashes, but allowed me to keep the scares to remind
me of my failure to look deeper into the families of his people's
personal lives."

Within a few days I was well enough and Jean, Katanga, myself, Ali and
some of my other children do to Mecca and the Temple where I ask the
elder Cleric, "Father, will you in the name of Allah wed Katanga and
myself the prophet of Allah"

So he tell s us, "Kneel and say after me, we humbly beseech you oh mighty
Allah to bind us for all eternity, me Je'onn'ni being ever humbled before
my husband Katanga, and I Katanga pledge my strength and being to the
protection of Je'onn'ni ."

Once we do, with a big smile he then says, "In the mind of Allah you were
wed that 1st night, when Je'onn'ni you gave Katanga not only your body,
but your very life and being for him to protect, now it is in your minds
also, but as you know to satisfy the outside worlds even here in the HIM
I must give you this."

Handing us the marriage license which is one of a kind saying we were wed
by our great god Allah, then he tells us, "Katanga, control Je'onn'ni's
penance after this do not allow her to endure such terrible punishment
for matters...Je'onn'ni you may be Allah's chosen prophet, but you are
still human, so please my child, allow yourself mistakes...now the crowd
wants to see their Queen and her husband who has been married by Allah,
go in peace my children."

We got up, turned to thank him and no one was near us, and Katanga asks,
"Where did he go so quickly."

"I'll explain later my darling, let us go out and greet those who know
why we are here today."

3 days later we finally ran out of well wishers, having spent the nights
at different peoples homes where in the name of Allah I blessed them, and
we left for the palace, so since we had driven soon Katanga asks, "Now my
darling will you tell me where he went so quickly."

"This happens to me every time I come to Mecca, the elder talks to me,
but he's really not there speaking to me...it is my belief each time I've
actually seen the face of Allah...Katanga my precious this has taught me a
great lesson from now until whenever we shall spend our time working to
instill in the minds of Allah's subjects the importance of openness,
humility, the power of a close family, charity and the 5 daily prayers."

When we get back William tells me, "My queen and holy Prophet, never have
I witnessed such inhuman brutality and for it to be televised...but even so
no matter what my feelings are the responses are all favorable. The ones
who want Allah's laws enforced were all positive, and the few we've
arrested are living in horror able fear of coming to see you...will you do
the same to them as you did to Fagen... and that beating you endured
Je'onn'ni does your faith tell you to treat yourself so badly. Katanga
speaks up, "No William that is all Je'onn'ni's ways of punishing herself
for what she feels is her overlooking something too important to be over
looked. And a few days ago Allah told her no more self imposed beatings
in his name, but my love how are you going to handle executions."

"I will Petition Allah's followers and ask them what their wish is in
regard to this."

my weddings having always been of international interest so this one
being my 10th, plus since all of Allah's people rejoiced at the news
which we let out right after we are wed, that Allah has given me twine by
Katanga. Created a hell of a lot attention around the world, one
wondering why Katanga is Egyptian, others asking am I now out to
repopulate earth, in US and British smut magazines I'm called a whore and
slut especially at the loading docks where there is so much intermingling
of different races until one day one of my people, in defense of my
actions ask this westerner, "Since Allah in is wisdom has taken all of
our prophet's husbands, how can she possibly be called those terrible
name you are referring to her." "Go fuck yourself you mother fucking
camel jockey."

A fight starts that ends up deadly, just several Arabian's finish the
fight by killing those asshole Americans who were calling me a whore, it
was only a few days after our wedding, and we hadn't left on our trip
around the HIM when the word gets to me, so I send for all the parties
who were involved in this killing, and ask Mr. Hagibaba, "Sir you know
murder is chief among Crimes Allah hates, so show me how you did this
terrible thing,"

He's laying on his face softly praying his prophet will end his life
quickly, so he tells me, "We were arguing my prophet, he called you a
slut and whore for being married so many time, I told him to find one
previous man of yours our great queen and possibly he may be right, but
when he couldn't, and I was forcing to take it back, he refused, so all I
did my most forgiving Queen was hit him...possibly I hit him in the wrong
place." "Where did you hit him."

"On his chest over his heart, it stopped and he died."

"Where did you learn such a blow Oman."

"I have no fighting skills he was just lager there so I knew I couldn't
miss."

"You are a very large man, Oman, how much can you lift." "As long as I do
not have to carry it far twice my weight and I'm 7-4 and weigh 350 lbs."
"Guards hold him until later today, then bring Oman to me in my exercise
room."

After we walk away Ali asks me, "My queen mother, what have you in mind
for this murderer."

"I'm going to match him against the best I have and see how he fairs,
before being defeated."

"But mother, that one is you, you're the best hand to hand fighter the
HIM has."

"I know Ali, my sweet love, so pray to Allah I'm still that good."

So later standing on a mat, I tell Oman, this of course will not be to
the death, but I have an interesting thought, which may begin in you."

"May I know your purpose here my prophet and queen."

"To build an uncover police/military to stay on top of what is really
going on within HIM."

The poor man drops to his knees, crying as he pleads, "My most gracious
queen and prophet my love for you is far too deep that I could ever raise
a hand against you, I'll stand here and let you beat me to death 1st."

"No Oman that will never happen but what you're told me is worth its
weight in gold to me...Capt. Katanga...Capt, find out if you can now much
real police ability Oman had hidden deep within this giant body of his,
and let us begin forming an undercover, stealth police/military. I'll
start drawing up their purposes, and how it will work.."

A gathering storm has been forming out side the HIM, until finally news
men from other nations demand to see me, so with my council present I
hold a press conference where I ask, "Now gentlemen what is so tragic
that you literally have to camp out side the boundaries if the HIM,
yelling to see me."

"How dare you have such a bloody, horror able, execution televised
through out your nation."

"Did you read the papers you had to sign to get in my HIM, if you had
you'd know you are, as all Allah's subjects, bound by his laws while you
are here, and sir no one can speak to me in that tone of voice, guards
remove him, keep him out side until the rest of us are finished."

"Wait a minute you can't do that, this is an open press nation."

"No sir, Saudi Arabia was, this is a monarchy and I it's monarch...now just
in case you've forgotten your history that means I am in complete control
and have the voice of all my people behind me to do whatever Allah deems
necessary for this Him. Although barbaric in your minds, that simple act,
stopped more potential crime from being started, or those who were in the
middle of it, are now almost frightened to death waiting my judgment for
them...you unread fools, go out among the people in this monstrous HIM and
hear what they have to say, especially since now they all live better
then the same type of person anywhere on earth, including America."

So one asks, "Queen Je'onn'ni, in this land where it is knows there is
but one punishment for whatever crime, what happened to the dock worker
who killed that other man."

"That gentlemen is off the record."

Later in our quarters Katanga tells me, "Except that you cannot hide your
liveliness it is difficult for me to look at you as you dictate your
commands each day and realize it is the same soft sweet, giving, loveable
woman I'm married to`."

"Although I grew to hate him, my 1st husband was a tyrant , who ruled
with an iron hand, one night when we were relaxed I asked him why he is a
rough in the work place...his reply, I've never forgotten, come in low,
hard and fast, after they satisfy you, lighten up. I feel very lonely
tonight my dearest, a whole generation has passed, and most all of those
who began with me are either gone or retired, while I haven't changed in
over 30 years, except, I do pray, wiser, but right now I do need you a
great deal."

"It's the middle of the day darling don't you have those who are waiting
to see you."

"If we waited until I didn't we'd never have any time to ourselves."

Again later Katanga asks, "Do you expect to see any of those news paper
men again." "Probably a few, but if we are doing something drastically
wrong, why are the aircraft, and ships over crowded with Moslems who now
wish to live here again. My business dept tells me close to half the
industry in the world is trying to get permits to build here because
moderate price structure and high wages. Clean living conditions and
government substitutes."

Then back in the council room one of my assistants tells me, "My queen,
and Prophet, the UN wants an accounting from you in regard to the
execution."

"Uri, privately phone all our representatives at the UN, tell them to get
2 more votes and kill that request, and the two that came over were
Bosnia and Albania, also asking to join the HIM, which put us over the
top in the UN, so I won't half to be concerned with them any more. Then
one day my military commander Hassian Jordi Ibn Saud tells me, "My
prophet and queen we have some men out side I know you will wish to see
at once, bring them in, as soon as I see then I ask, "You're English."

Both have been beaten badly, so looking at Jordi, I ask ,"I see you've
tried to extract information from them, what did you learn."

"Nothing my Queen, they refuse to say anything."

"Meet me in the play room."

I change into pants and top, and boots and go to what I call the play
room, a remake of an 17th century torture chamber, only mine is all new
and electrical, as I ask, "Jordi chain them to the rack and get the prick
sticker, Hessian take down their pants...now gentlemen since I know you
understand what's about to happen to you...now might be a good time to tell
me how you got into the HIM, unknown, why are you dressed like Ninja's,
who sent you, and what was you mission."

No reply, smiling and open the prick sticker and slam it closed around
one's cock, as 100 little needles just pierce his skin, and although
tears run down his face, the bastard is stronger than I thought, so after
putting gloves on, I cut open his scrotum pull a nut out, all the while
he begins screaming, and cut a piece out of it. Then he can't get it out
fast enough, "I'm an American CIA op. sent here to spy, and possibly
kidnap you...please I beg of you."

"Beg what, I sure can't put the piece of your nut back in place."

>From the other I discover we've got a few teams here, so with more kind
torture I get out of them how to contact the others, of course none of
them would admit to who they were, at least not until each lost part of a
nut, after having doctors repair them, I tell them, 8 in all, "Well guys,
we do have a problem, we do not have prisons, a trial system or anything
close you western justice, for you see there is but one punishment for
criminals here, a slow torturous death, but Jordi these men actually
didn't do any crime against us did they, except spying and planned
kidnapping, so what am I to do with them."

So Jordi suggests, "Je'onn'ni, send their real names and SS numbers back
to the CIA office with a note telling them we do not allow spies in the
HIM, and these have been executed."

"I knew there was a reason for having you my chief of security, great,
photograph each one, also take them far out, have them dig their own
gravies and kill them, except one who will cover the other 7, report back
to me when it's done, a month later during a sweep of a city, my
police/military uncover another group from England, a gun battle begins,
killing all of them and too many of my people, so I open my closed TV to
the un and tell them, "Behind me on the wall you see the pictures of the
US CIA & British MI personal, and Americans were captured alive and
forced to give their proper names and SS numbers, unfortunately the
British spies didn't give up but began a gun battle, which they lost,
except one who we extracted enough information from to know who they
were, but he didn't live much beyond our torturing him into talking, now
let me make myself perfectly clear, we do not spy on you, we do not care
what you're doing, nor will you spy on us, nor care what we are doing,
it's either that or...you England...America...will suffer such losses you'll
know and understand, Allah is truly Great and just now magnificently
great he actually is."

I cut the up link and Katanga asks, "What will you do my Queen."

Holding out my arms for him to pull me to him, I softly reply, "It was an
executive bluff, my darling, I have no idea of what I should do."

"Perhaps now is a good time to go again to the Temple of Mohammad in
Mecca...but 1st call the council and ask them their thoughts on this."

So before them I ask, "Perhaps I should have come to you before I acted
in regard to this latest threat, so please forgive me, but what would you
do in this case."

One named Mohammed stands as he says, "This is international intrigue my
holy prophet and queen Je'onn'ni, my father told me much about it has we
all have heard, it is something all great nations live with, since there
is no chance of them actually kidnapping you, and they can find little to
spy on, and at any given time it is impossible to know how many really
are in one nation or another, for you see the nations who believe
themselves to be without equal are constantly looking at every one else
to keep themselves feeling more secure, I dare say even now we have more
Americans, British, French, German and Chinese, even Japanese persons in
our nation then any of us could want to believe."

"Let us talk more about this, please some one else your opinions."

Then it's brought to my attention we still have embassies from every
nation we combined to form the HIM in every other nation, as well as many
seats in the UN, and through all them our Intelligence into other
countries is far superior to any they may think they might have on us,
the sky above us is full of spy satellites that keep track of our every
move, except of course in our case we've hidden our main atomic and arms
plants so well nothing can see in. through stealth we have gathered a
larger number of atomic and conventional weapons then the rest of the
world has combined. After that we go to Mecca and pray to Allah for his
answers to these questions, and although I don't get any answers as we're
there, but on our way back I tell Katanga, "When we get back I'm calling
my electronic dept in Kamakora and do something the world least expects,
a satellite jamming system and a population micro chip ID system for
Allah's people, so we can go about our daily business without having some
one looking over our shoulder, and we we'll know who is truly His
disciples."

While that is being put together, my financial people tell me, Jean now
having given birth to my daughters, "Mother the Riyal is now .79 to the
USD and America's indebtedness to us has topped 40 billion, followed by
Japan, then Europe, and England we truly have become the leader of
nations, just as Allah told you so many years ago, tell me mother in the
early years as men died off on you, leaving you frightened and alone, did
you have any notion, Allah was at work with you even then."

"Come here my sweet love, let me hold you tight against my body, and feel
what our daughters felt those months ago, but no, not really, only that
there must be some to me yet unknown reason why everything I touched
seemed to turn to gold, do you know even when I came to Arabia, my
thoughts were certainly not to marry the king, just convince him his oil
was safer with me then any other, and now close to 40 years later, and so
many children, the future of a greatest nation under Allah in my hands to
help him control, I feel so humbled, almost weak, and yet joyful for all
he has accomplished through me."

"A question I know you cannot answer, but why do you think Allah has
given you eternal youth and how long will you have it, even now you look
and seem as a younger sister to me, and I remember playing at your feet
as a young child."

"As much as he tells me about my life and the future of the HIM, not once
has he ever told me those things, not even has he told me of the other
nations, and if we will eventually control more than the Islamic nations,
and even though I have many different organizational operations going
around the HIM to see and learn more about the variety of peoples we have
and their different ways of living, I do wish I could also travel around
them and see for myself...in fact why not; Katanga promised me that very
thing right after we wed. Let us fill the ship with those who can know
these things, and go and do it."

So later as Katanga and I are talking he tells me, "The Kamakora has been
refitted, he now goes at an incredible 87 knots, has been converted to
all alternate fuel and the armament updated so nothing can get close
enough to do us harm. Also we have an armored limo for us and escort car
to travel in." So Jean and her husband, and Katanga and myself go, making
of us only 4, plus 46 military personal to supply support on the ground
as we travel, the ship's crew naturally manning the armament on board
again if we need them, and we don't run into any trouble until we get off
the coast of India, where as we see on our radar...a very large fleet of
ships, nearing us. Strangely none showing a nationality, so we send a
message asking if their intent has anything to do with us. After a few
minutes I issue an order, "Capt. Have radio send for our stealth's, and
refueling tankers, mobilize our marines, launch the fleet, enact all home
security measures, anything getting close to our airspace will ID
themselves or be shot down, monitor all movement around our borders , any
unusual movement a preempt strike is now authorized...notify the UN of this
all, telling them if they know who is behind this we will attack without
any other cause...we will not wait to be hit 1st." Then I ask Katange,
"Your thoughts, Capt." "my Queen, we did not make our trip a secret
thing, therefore any one knows we have begun...therefore as to who this
is...is any one's guess...also Je'anne, you do know we have no chance against
the fleet that faces us." "I know, it's a shame we do not have the
resources in India to assist us, pray my love our stealth's wi..." Suddenly
a lookout yells, "Torpedo in the water, dropped." Then it begins, a under
water missile fired to stop it, our guns brought to bare, all stations up
and manned, subs begin closing in on us, we go to full alert and the
battle begins. Although our stealth's arrived, bombing and sinking many
ships, some how they'd gotten too close, and we're hit several times, I'd
gone aft to help man the deck guns, as I see the whole bridge blown
apart. Katange, Jean and her husband, all died in that one hit. We took
over the ship from steering aft, me shouting orders, mainly, that, every
piece of ammo will be fired before we sink. Suddenly the shit it selves
explodes the few of us who are left are hurled in to the ocean. As we
cling to debris, one of the ships come near, we hear, "We know Je'anne is
there with you, we want her." As a boat in lowered, out of nowhere a
stealth blows it out of the water, but we have a boat. Shortly a copter
picks us up and we get back to my palace.

The second I arrived, I went to work controlling what was suddenly,
quickly learning that was all, no one attacked the nation, no invasions,
bombings, nothing, they only wanted me. Before the day is over our
stealth's are back and report no losses, enemy totally defeated and sunk,
no survivors, no reply from the UN, which tells me enough. In a council
meeting, my new UN ambassador, Prince Tutogi Ben Saud tells us, "Although
nothing has been said, we all know who did this dastardly deed...my
gracious queen and prophet, China and the smaller nations of Asia Minor,
The Philippines ...but my queen no one has any proof, your call."

"My council...a complete trade embargo against these nations, yesterday, do
it, immediate trade deficient paid in full... the longer they hold out the
longer they learn to do without our oil...any of you wish to give me a
better way...thank you gentlemen."

Then from the back, "Our gracious queen and prophet, why put this off,
let us take The Philippines now, have they not caused us enough trouble.
And what chance have they against Allah's HIM."

"Any questions...then activate our military, general, I do not want any of
our men lost, however you need to make that happen."

Of course as soon as we did, the UN was on top of me like terrible,
wanting to know what right have I to take Asia Minor and Pakistan. I did
not reply, finally I could greave the losses I had over that, my darling
Katanga, daughter Jean, her husband, and worse my so very young son.
Later that very night a few of the harem comes in to find out why I'm
screaming so load. After getting me calmed, Pinsume tells me, "Our
gracious prophet...please you should not be alone now, may come of us stay
with you." Although we did no real fucking, they did comfort me greatly.

During these few days, Allah makes it known to me, I neither need a man
in my life, nor doers He want me to take another, although Allah does not
condone lesbianism if I keep it to myself, I may have the women of my
choice

A new Sec General of the UN, demands my presence to answer to my overt
actions against China, in a meeting my new member of that body, stands
and tells us, "my prophet and queen, fellow council members, we control
60% of the UN, those that are left are the ones making these demands, led
of course by China, it is my thought we tell China to either pay us their
trade deficient, or face military or political take over...also, simply
take Asia minor...my queen, your thoughts." Still so very saddened by my
loss, I stand and tell them, "my council members, if it were up to me,
we'd have whipped them off the face of the earth already, but as we know,
this is not Allah's will...I most wonder what we will do with a Buddhist
nation, sorry, my thoughts are we wait, hold then as we have them and see
what they decide, if we can have them under our yoke by them waiting it,
we'll have a better chance of governing them easily. Once we have them on
their knees, then we have the upper hand, any other thoughts...no, then
Ukyo gather a few military escort planes, one got myself and a group I
will choose and let us begin over land what we tried to do, by ship." Our
1st stop Mecca where we spend a week in prayer, I have brought Will and
Susi, another of my daughters, Janet and her husband, plus a few others
who are relatively close, as we pray in the Mosque of Mohammad again,
Allah speaks to me...telling only me, what we have to offer any other
nation is far superior to what they have, I should never feel saddened if
we must take them by force. As we travel around the Him I actually see
how well my subjects are fairing, with a standard of living superior to
any on earth.

But during this, China is shitting a brick, oil reserves running out, no
goods from us being imported, and worse of all the 80 billion they owe us
that has only a week to go before I take and hold their nation hostage
until I get it. Wire after wire, is sent to me from the UN, America,
every nation in Europe, demanding I resend my order, but I'm far too
busy, looking over my vast nation, until a message gets to me telling me
China capitulates. Their economy running in air, people starving,
sickness ramped, they yield, so not altering my plane at all, I tell my
people to treat China and the Philippines as any other new nation and
clean them up. So Janet asks, "Mother, will you not even go there, it is
a very large piece of land mass."

"No, my darling no more will I travel outside of where I know I and
others are safe."

So the nations of earth found themselves in one of two sides of the
fence, so to speak, those who followed Allah, and those who do not...with
Allah's HIM controlling over half of earth's land mass, and so many more
of its population, Allah, controlled the UN, OPEC, the majority of
earth's food manufacturing, auto making, and the list does on. A very
shaking co-existence continues between Allah's HIM and any one else, as
slowly even they begin becoming fewer and fewer as much of South America
joined us, the Baltic, leaving only Western Europe, England, Australia,
Greenland, Iceland, and North America, who could never become part of
Allah's HIM.