A new documentary, Bare Beneath the Burqa, is set to expose the bizarre world of Islamic fundamentalist pornography. “All those crazy Jihadists might spend their time denouncing the sexual decadence and depravities of the West, but the truth is that they are just like the rest of us – they have just the Same sorts of sexual urges as the rest of us, which have to find a release somewhere,” explains film maker Jed Herkoff, who has spent the past eighteen months researching and documenting the murky world of Muslim extremist smut. “There’s a popular misconception in the West, perpetrated by the media, that the way these guys get their rocks off is by beheading Western hostages, with their swords represented as obvious penis substitutes. But nothing could be further from the truth – they commit those atrocities for the greater glory of Allah. Getting any kind of sexual thrill from them would be a mortal sin.” With their religion’s strict rules on female modesty, Muslim fundamentalist pornography, Herkoff was to discover, has to take bizarre measures in order to present its devotees with naked Islamic babes. “When we first discovered a cache of extremist jazz mags in Iraq, in a town liberated from ISIS by Kurdish fighters, we were truly shocked by what we saw,” he says. “We were expecting page after page of girls wearing only a niqab, posing provocatively with Kalishnikovs and severed heads, but instead were confronted with cover-to-cover photos women striking provocative poses whilst clad head-to-foot in burqas – but they were naked under those burqas!”

According to the documentary maker these magazines were just the fundamentalist equivalent to western soft core pornography. “We quickly learned that there was also the ‘hard’ stuff – magazines with pictures in which the women give a glimpse of ankle,” he says. “We also heard talk of films featuring women bare beneath The burqa having simulated intercourse with men – who are also beneath the same burqa. Apparently all the thrashing about under the cloth is considered highly erotic!” Critics of the new film have accused Herkoff and his team of having allowed themselves to be duped, asserting that they are the victims of an elaborate, but obvious, practical joke. “It’s just ludicrous, isn’t it? Bare Beneath the Burqa – it’s a contradiction in terms, for goodness sake,” declares Eric Prickenger, film critic of the Sunday Bystander. “I mean, I hate to state the obvious, but what proof do they have that these women actually were naked, or even women? It could just have been a bunch male Jihadists in full battle dress under those burqas!” But Prickenger’s view has been roundly rejected by one of the participants in the film, Anwar Krappah. “Believe me, they are most definitely women and they are most definitely naked,” the former Jihadist turned extremist pornographer, who Herkoff interviewed at length in his documentary, asserts. “You just have to look at the way the burqa sometimes clings to the curves of their bodies – they’re so damned sexy! Not to mention those alluring looks they give you through those eye silts – pure filth!”

In the film, Krappah explains how he had switched career from front line ISIS fighter to editor and publisher of some of the most popular adult magazines in the so called ‘caliphate’. “The truth is that I was never a very good fighter – I accidentally shot more of our guys than I ever did any infidels! Then there was the time I beheaded the wrong hostage – luckily I’d forgotten to switch the video camera on, so nobody saw it,” he told Herkoff. “I realised that my real role was in keeping up our fighters’ morale, by providing them with top totty! Believe me, after a hard fought battle and a few massacres of civilians, there’s nothing a Jihadist likes better than to see some naked, yet modest, ISIS babes.” Indeed, Krappah told the film maker that one of his proudest moments was learning that one ISIS unit had destroyed a record number of ancient monuments and temples of archaeological significance in a twenty four hour period after receiving a consignment of his magazines. “Their commander told me of how inspired his men had been by the tasteful eroticism they had experienced,” he claims in the film. “Apparently they felt that the destruction of these blasphemous structures was the greatest tribute they could possibly pay to the magnificently beautiful and sensual examples of Islamic womanhood they had seen in all their discreetly naked glory!”

Krappah contends that his burqa-clad nudes are far more erotic than their western equivalents. “Everyone knows that a clothed woman is often far sexier than a naked one,” he opines in the documentary. “It is the sense of expectation, of speculating what she might look like naked which is incredibly sexy. And, to be frank, your imaginary version of them nude is often far better than the reality. But with our burqa-clad nudes, we have the best of all worlds – we know they are naked and the way the burqa clings gives us some clues, but we have to imagine the rest! Ultimately though, it is just the thought that they are really nude which really gets your sap rising!” Another participant in the documentary, top Islamic adult movie performer Yasser Crackafat, agrees that the strength of Muslim extremist porn lies in the way that it forces the viewer to exercise their imagination. “You have to realise that we grew up in a culture where representative art is disapproved of – making an image of any part of God’s creation is considered a blasphemy by many scholars – so when we were kids we couldn’t even draw a picture of a tit or an arse for fear of being struck down,” he explains to Herkoff. “But we could get away with just imagining them! Mind you, as I got older, I realised that a lot of those abstract patterns our craftsmen and artists favour is actually pretty damn filthy if you look at it the right way.”

Crackafat, was keen to emphasise the lighter side to Muslim extremist porn in the documentary, pointing out that many of his movies were, in fact, sex comedies. “I wouldn’t want anyone to think that we took this sort of stuff too seriously. After all, my most popular movie was Confessions of a Suicide Bomber,” explained the man often described as the ‘Robin Askwith’ of Islamic fundamentalist sex films. “It really was quite hilarious – every time my character started to get excited by a nude lady in a burqa, his explosives would start to go off prematurely, forcing him to throw his bomb belt out of windows or to leap into a bath full of water to stop them going off! Of course, it meant that he was always missing his targets! It’s really a cautionary tale about the perils of being distracted by carnal lust when you are a fanatic!”