Fantasy Bumbai Refugees Conquer a Pappistani Town [Naya Pappistan Series]

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Once inside, I realized the ground floor of the multi-storied building was a large hall room. A wooden platform had been constructed on one side of the hall with a microphone and two large speakers. A man in traditional dhoti and upavita (sacred ***** thread) over his left shoulder stood on the platform waiting for all of the refugees to enter. He had a large graying beard, a hairy barrel-chest with tilaka marking on his forehead. The man seemed to be a pujari of the local Ghindu mandir. After the conquest of Pappistan, the installed Ghindutva government had gone on a spree of constructing mandirs in every town and village. It’s assumed there are more mandirs than mosques in Pappistan, although Buslims still made up the overwhelming majority.

As the room filled, I began counting heads, there were about eighty migrants from that Ghindustani ship.

Suddenly the pujari standing on the platform spoke into the microphone,

"Jai Shri Rwam! Welcome my Ghindustani brothers, welcome to Pappistan!"

Many of the migrants clapped, and others chanted back “Jai Shri Rwam!”.

"Brothers, you have been given a great opportunity, an opportunity to help create a whole new Ghindu nation, even more, a whole new superior sanskari race. Because, as you have probably heard, Pappistan is no longer breeding. Thanks to the brilliant plans of our ever so wise supreme leader Shri Lodiji, we have been successful in preventing Bussalman mards from impregnating their mleccha aurats. The ruling Ghindutva regime had decreed a ban on Pappistani katwe men preventing them from reproducing."

I was confused, "What is the pujari talking about?" I wondered.

Panditji continued,

"My sanghi brothers, the beautiful aurats in this town need you, all of Pappistan’s pakeezah aurats need you! Unlike the Bussalman naamard’s jheenga (shrimp) lulli, the sanskari mard’s uncut lund is bigger and stronger, his testicles are larger and heavier, and his veerya is fertile and more potent. Buslim men are weak and napunsak. Conquer the wombs of this town, convert the pakeezah aurats in to devadasis for Akhand Vwarat. Through their fertile wombs, you will take their Pappistani souls, but you must fill their kokhs with Ghindustani warrior babies."

I raised my camera and zoomed in closely on his face, there was not an ounce of humor in his expression. This was a scoop which I couldn’t pass up. I pressed on the recording button, and the video started being live streamed on PTV News facebook channel.

"Take their women, take them all, without permission, and with force if you must. Rip the burkhas off their biwis, unhook their beti's bra, strip their ammi’s naked, reach in and squeeze the pale succulent mleccha flesh, squeeze what you want, grab whatever you want, penetrate whichever love-hole you want, then establish Ghindurashtra deep inside their B---c whore bellies."

The migrant men were beginning to get excited. By their smiles and perverted hand gestures, they knew what direction this speech was going.

"This town is full of beautiful Bussalman aurats. Their breasts are very large, heavy and succulent with the capacity to nurse many sons, sons of Akhand Vwarat. Shree Bhanumaanji made the Bussalmaan whores of this town as beautiful as apsaras, because Ghindu men can not resist them, and they should not resist them. Remember, the place of the mleccha ladki is on her knees; submissive, passive, and willing. Go and give her orgasms, many of them, her orgasms will change Pappistan forever, will change the subcontinent forever, their moans of pleasure should and will be heard all across the world."

His voice was becoming very loud now.

"We will witness Akhand Vwarat coming to life. This new conquest of Naya Pappistan will not be by guns and swords, but by strong Ghindu veerya and by the orgasms of gori Bussalman aurats. Through pleasure, the streets of Akhand Ghindustan will be filled with virile sanskari warrior babies. The borders of Pappistan are open, and so are their aurat's legs. Make the Pappistani whores submit and obey. New traditions will be established. Mleccha women are whores anyway, filthy bang-meats, nothing but incubators for a new continent. Make it so pleasurable for them that after dumping your kattar sanskari seed deep into their unclean Bussalmani wombs they are left devoted to bringing Ghindu babies into the world. Your lunds are so much larger and thicker than what she is used to, victory will be so pleasant for her. It doesn’t matter whether she knows who the father is, as long as there is a sanskari child born out of every pakeezah kokh."

Suddenly he began shouting into the microphone at the top of his lungs, "Whores of Pappistan are waiting for you, now, right outside. Go get them! Take them, take what is rightfully yours! Pappistani pakeezahs belong to you, my sanghi brothers! Show those Bussalmani whores their place in the Ghindurashtra!"

“Akhand Vwarat ki…..” the pujari paused.

And the crowd roared, “Jai!”

With a triumphant yell, all the men shouted and raised their fists, then began running towards the main doorway. Out of the building they poured and towards the town they began to run.

I slowly followed them out into the bright sunlight.