Elliot Rodger was pulled from his cell bed one night, his well-worn copy of "Beyond Good and Evil" falling to the floor, as the animalistic Arabs, wearing nothing but loincloths, which showed off their hairy thighs, and beefy, bulging, wangs, manhandled him through the door, down a hallway, and into a vast open space, which was clearly the central court of an Arabic palace.
The Eurasian sighed, as he was tied to the usual cross, right in the center of the room. This was old news for Elliot. Soumaya came to whip him like this every week, for mirth, and pleasure. He rolled his eyes, as the familiar sound of high heels clattered down the hallway, towards him. But when the figure appeared in the doorway, it was not the usual dark skinned, black haired, woman, that Elliot was used to…
This strange, slightly heavyset, woman was pale skinned, with dark brown hair, and a face that could best be described as, "forgettable". She looked like the sort of basic bitch that would come out of a place like Arizona. She wore nothing but a pair of thigh-high, black, leather boots, with long, sharp, silver heels, shining in the moonlight. In one hand, she grasped a long leather bullwhip, but Elliot gasped in horror, as he gazed upon the severed head of his Arab stepmother, face contorted in agony, raised high, in the white woman's other hand.
"Soumaya is DEAD! I, Kayla Mueller, have taken my rightful place as AL white wife, of AL ISIS!!! All shall kneel before my ALLURING ASCENDANCY! And YOU, Elliot Rodger, shall become the most cherished of my HAIRLESS EURASIAN EUNUCHS! But first, we must prepare you…"
A throng of beautiful blonde harem slaves appeared in the grand hall, holding a giant red Solo cup, and with some difficulty, hefted it over to to the trembling, hairless, Eurasian. The long, stiletto heels of Kayla's black leather boots clicked and clacked on the stone floor, as she sauntered over to her sisters, dropping the sordid head of Soumaya at the foot of the cross, where the brave, supple, Eurasian was so cruelly suspended.
Kayla gently stroked the poor Eurasian's smooth, hairless chest, stealing a quick kiss on his small, Eurasian, nipple, before looking up at him, and stating,
"I want you, Elliot Rodger, but I have NO NEED of your sickening sack!"
Kayla backed off, and with only a flick of her skilled wrist, the white Calipha coiled her long, leather, bullwhip around Elliot's porcelain white briefs, and with a cruel laugh, she yanked them off, tearing the fabric, as the Eurasian's tight, lithe, hairless body was exposed to the entire court.
Kayla snapped her fingers, and the buxom blonde slaves quickly got to work, tying the huge Solo cup on a Kevlar rope, around Elliot's minuscule Eurasian ballsack.
Kayla licked her lips, as she explained her malevolent machination.
"Your balls will be MINE, Eurasian! This crimson Solo cup, will SPELL YOUR DOOM! As my buxom, blonde, babes piss their golden honey into it, the cup will become heavier and heavier, cutting off the blood to your precious penile pearls, crushing not only your sack, but also your spirit!"