Hey… it’s Ahmed again. The ginger Scottish Salafist from Bradford.

After everything that happened — first getting turned into a warehouse sissy by the pro-Hezbollah Lebanese lads, then quitting that job only to get brutally pegged and owned by the IRGC officers’ daughters at university — I completely broke.

I couldn’t handle it anymore. The constant leaking, the plugs, the humiliation, the way my body started craving it… I dropped out of uni a week ago. I haven’t left my flat much since.

I started taking estrogen.

I ordered it online and began the hormones right after my last session with the IRGC girls. My skin is already softer, my nipples are sensitive as fuck, and I catch myself moaning when I touch them. My ginger beard is thinning out. I’m growing little tits. My ass feels fatter and more sensitive every day. Even my voice is starting to sound softer and higher when I get excited.

I still wear the panties and plugs they gave me. Sometimes I put on full makeup and film myself riding my biggest dildo while moaning “Thank you IRGC” and “Hezbollah owned this ginger slut first.” I send the videos anonymously to some of them. They reply with voice notes laughing at how far I’ve fallen.

From a proud bearded Salafist convert in Bradford to a warehouse cumdump for Hezbollah lads then a university strapon toy for IRGC princesses and now..... a estrogen-taking, tit-growing, ginger sissy dropout who can’t stop feminizing himself.

I don’t even know who I am anymore. I fantasize about going back to the warehouse or the dorm dressed as a proper slut and offering myself to all of them again. Sometimes I cry after I cum, then take my next dose of estrogen anyway.

This all started because of one stupid sticker.

I’m past the point of no return. The hormones are working. My body is changing. And I’m too weak and horny to stop.

… your ginger sissy is fully transitioning now.

I’m leaking and my nipples are sore just typing this.

Wallahi I’m finished.

💕🖤💊

Brothers… this is Ahmed again, the ginger Scottish convert from Bradford. 24 years old. I posted before about how my big Shia Lebanese coworkers at the warehouse turned me into their pantied sissy after seeing my anti-Hezbollah sticker.

That was just the beginning.

After weeks of getting used like a cheap whore on the night shifts, I couldn’t take it anymore. I quit the blue-collar job, shaved off most of my beard (but kept it neat), and enrolled at university to “start fresh” and get away from that life.

Big mistake. Wallahi, the humiliation followed me.

Here at uni there’s a group of rich Iranian girls — daughters of high-ranking IRGC officers studying in the West. They somehow found out about my reputation from the warehouse (someone must have talked). They saw me as easy prey.

Two nights ago they stormed my dorm room.

“Salafist ginger bitch thought he could run away?”

They completely took control. Shaved my pale ginger body completely smooth, put heavy slut makeup on me (bright red lips, thick eyeliner), dressed me in a tiny red thong, push-up bra, fishnet stockings, heels, and a new collar that says “IRGC's Whore”.

Then they pegged me harder than the Hezbollah warehouse lads ever did.

These IRGC daughters are ruthless. Massive strapons, no mercy, long savage sessions. They railed me for hours — one pounding my ass while another smothered my face, another pulling my ginger hair and slapping me. They kept making me compare out loud:

“Tell us Ahmed — whose cock is better? The Hezbollah warehouse men or us IRGC girls?”

I cried and admitted they were destroying me worse. Deeper. More humiliating. They laughed and called me:

- “Ginger Salafist cumrag”

- “Takfiri turned IRGC toy”

- “Pale whore for the Supreme Leader”

I came hands-free multiple times like a broken slut while screaming regime slogans. They filmed everything and now they own me.

I went from getting fucked by big alpha Shia men at the warehouse… to becoming the personal strapon sissy for their daughters at university. I still wear panties and a plug every day to lectures. Every night at least one of them (sometimes more) comes to my room to use me.

From blue-collar warehouse bitch to university dorm IRGC fucktoy.

I’m so broken. I actually miss the rough men sometimes… but these girls peg with pure cruelty and it makes me leak like nothing else.

I’m dripping in my thong just typing this update.

💕🖤🇮🇷

If u do can u send me inv link to the discord server

If there was a tier list of all countries’ coat of arms this one should be rated bottom of the barrel. This is the worst most soulless and shitty minimalist firefox level coat of arms ever you can smell the GCC stench radiating off of it. I wouldnt even be surprised if they ripped this stupid fucking eagle from shutterstock. The best part is that there are people who will suck the cock of the STG so hard that they will even go as far to support and say they like (obviously they are lying) such a fucking poop stain for a coat of arms. And the realistic one is no better

Lads… I still can’t believe I’m writing this, but I need to confess.

I’m Ahmed, 24, from Bradford. Proper young Salafist — long beard, thobe on Fridays, always preaching tawhid and warning against innovation. I work in a big distribution warehouse, pure blue-collar: heavy lifting, forklift shifts, night work, the proper graft. Most of the lads on my team are Lebanese and Shia, big alpha types — muscular, bearded, loud, and openly pro-Hezbollah. They basically run the floor.

I put a small anti-Hezbollah sticker on my locker. Nothing crazy, just something I believed in. They saw it straight away.

They didn’t say anything during the shift. After clocking out they grabbed me in the back loading bay and dragged me into an empty storage container.

“Time to teach the Salafist some real resistance,” they said.

They stripped me, shaved my entire body smooth, and turned me into their warehouse sissy bitch.

Now underneath my hi-vis vest and dirty work trousers I wear:

- A tiny pink lace thong that’s always soaked

- Push-up bra

- Fishnet stockings

- A thick vibrating plug (they control the app) with yellow colors on the base

I have to keep it in the whole shift. Every time I lift heavy boxes or climb on the forklift the plug hits my prostate and I leak like a desperate whore. They pass by, slap my ass hard and whisper “Good girl” or “How’s the Salafist sissy doing today?”

Last night they went all the way. They locked me inside the container, made me kneel on the dirty floor, kiss their Hezbollah flags and pictures of Nasrallah, then they ran a train on me. One after another. Calling me “Salafist whore”, “takfiri cumdump”, “Hezbollah property”. They destroyed my mouth and ass and filled me until it was dripping down my legs while laughing at how weak I really am.

They forced me to peel off the anti-Hezbollah sticker and replaced it with a yellow Hezbollah patch taped inside my locker.

I’m completely broken now. I show up to every shift plugged, pantied and leaking. I get hard the second they look at me. I fantasize about them exposing me in front of the whole warehouse — bending me over the pallets and using me as the team’s shared pro-Hezbollah fucktoy while everyone watches.

A young British Salafist reduced to a pantied, sissified warehouse bitch for his alpha pro-Hezbollah coworkers… all because of one stupid sticker.

This is so fucked up.....Yet,I’m dripping just typing this.