A Piercing Aquaintance

Hameed was no martyr, but most his crew were fanatical and eager to sacrifice for Allah. Given their personal American experiences that were almost a daily confrontation with hostilities to them and their beloved religion, their anger had heated to a need for jihad. 

Islamophobia didn’t define fear of Islam, but hatred from their perspectives. Back in their own countries they could lawfully kill these Americans who'd come up to them and boldly insult the Prophet and Islam right to their faces. They were ready to use their attack upon these American decadent kuffir, as a good reminder to these vile miscreants of Islam’s righteousness and reach -- and, to really instill fear. It was time!   

Hameed had to be very careful. Even though he was a good practitioner, and loved the male entitlements of his religion, these fools needlessly could get him killed. To avoid being a victim he had to plan something without their knowledge; so, he arranged another plane for the night of the attack. 

He had to get himself, and his plunder of slaves, out that very night. Excepting his wife, who would help him get away, the rest were doomed; though, he figured with the many hostages, the inevitable media blitz, they might be able to negotiate passage to Afghanistan. Anyway, he figured; it could give him several days to reorganize.

It was an amphibious sea plane whose services he’d used before, and it was scheduled for that night; and flown by one of his most trusted pilots from Venezuela— a former drug runner for El Chapo. The pilot could easily land on lake Oconee. 

He’d meet it with the short bus too; with his Islamic ‘war plunder’; and, Allah willing, would let his wife get the short bus back safely to the factory undetected and move the captives that he had there to another location. He'd go on to Asia a little earlier than planned.  

He’d secure the sale of the gay slaves and bring back plenty more opium — Too bad Master Charles had to be killed. He was just too untrustworthy, given comments he’d overheard from Slave’s collar; but, he had plenty of other scum bags who could easily replace him. 

And, after all, thought Hameed, his crew of Muslims were antsy and becoming unmanageable and untrustworthy too, wanting to do jihad! Why could they not enjoy this great free, country? 

The slave’s he’d acquire would more than make up for the cost of losing his drug dealer, and plenty of other Muslim workers could replace these fools.  Not that jihad was a bad thing. In fact, it would become known he did his part for jihad from the video he'd take of beheading some of the partiers.  

He’d found that road that terminated along Master Charles’s property, on google maps and satellite view. The one used earlier by the slaves to burn Lee’s identifiable remains. He provided his drug running pilot where the channel was, and with GPS to his coordinates. He directed the plane to land at 7:30  pm. 

Hameed was delighted to hear one hour before of confirmation that it had landed. He’d board with the slaves and would  then fly to Cuba, refuel, then to Venezuela; and from there, get the larger diplomatically protected jet transport to across the Atlantic with his newly acquired gay trained bitch slaves. The other slaves at the factory could wait another few weeks. They could produce yet more porn inventory worth thousands; and the diplomatic transport plane needed maintenance anyway.   

Those devotee Muslims prepared for the attack upon the kuffir perverts with ritual prayers, and shaving of their pubic areas — all got a little hard; since,  ‘Allah’ tells Mohammed 70 virgins and an eternity of sexual satisfaction, even with beautiful boys too, are the rewards of jihad — so, why not rub one out for Allah?  

At  8:10 sharp, Ahmed, the man Charles had seen reciting Koran passages, drove the yellow short bus boldly up Master Charles gravel driveway.  He parked boldly at his garage. He wore a black silk hood wrapped tight over his head. Hameed, followed on an all-terrain vehicle, with his gun shouldered. 

Mohammed, Rashid, also hooded, and two burka’d women, Talib, and Fatima, prayed kneeling on the bus’s floor. They rocked back and forth, as in a trance, reciting Koranic verses when the bus pulled to a stop. 

Officer Biddy took note of the short bus, and observed the gunmen as they got out; but didn’t see Hameed on the battery driven all-terrain vehicle, as he’d pulled in on the other side of a RV Trailer, much closer to his perch — as Hameed wanted to mark the trail/logging road entrance way with the ATV and felt it may have uses. 

Biddy tried to alert authorities with his cell phone, but in his excitement dropped it, and then he fell from his perch as he tried to catch it. Tree branches snapped as he fell alerting the Muslims. They saw him stagger to his feet about 30 yards away. 

He drew his pistol and yelled to drop their weapons, but at that same moment Hameed knocked him down from behind with the battery operated ATV.  He trained an assault rifle to Biddy's head and disarmed the humiliated officer.

As planned, two of the Muslims ran around the front of the house with their guns and satchels, to attack one side of the audience; as, the other four waited a minute for that, and then climbed up the steps to the grill; with a camera, tripod, and weaponry, to attack the other side; the women planned to move behind the audience, between them and the house.  As they moved in position the slave contestants were cavorting around the stage. 

The big tent covered the stage area in front of the people, on a low, two foot high bricked wall. Four sheets of 4x8’ plywood had been put down as a floor, and served as the theater stage.  

The grill and fire pit, of cooked pig, sat to the right of the audience, and the ‘stage’  was actually a low brick wall behind which yard expanded to an acre of verdant fescue grass; so, a back-drop of the large paintings was erected facing the audience. The stage was lighted with flood lights. There was the X cross and a large table, intended for bondage scenes, and what looked to be a barber’s chair sat. Seven naked boys mounted the stage, and slave’s penis had been freed from the chastity cage by Master Charles for the event. The party had congregated at 8;00 pm sharp, upon the rear patio of Master’s house to see the slave’s exhibition and contest of prettiest slave; and hot they were. 

The audience sat upon 50 fold out chairs and then whatever else could be found to sit upon. The seven nude boys participating to be displayed were happy to sit on the low wall facing them. The entertainment began. Master Charles had just announced his salutations and thanks, and a bid all have a good time, he was stepping down just as Hameed and Ahmed stepped up.

Hameed strode on ‘stage’ pushing Biddy ahead. The officer limping and bloodied was marched as the first captive, ahead of the party of Muslims that trained their guns left and right in a threatening manner. 

Almost all the audience took the appearance of officer Biddy in his starched uniform and funny mounty hat, with hands zip tied and blindfolded, along with the Muslims in their black ninja outfits, as part of the fun and theater; and many laughed and clapped; but, a collective of the audience’s hushed gasp followed shortly as the guns were discharged in unison.  They all discharged a burst of automatic gun fire encircling the crowd.

Hameed had actually been invited. Master Charles immediately saw what was happening,  though, he was caught completely off guard. His mind raced for some action he could take.  

The glint of a long sword could be seen at Ahmed’s side against his black jump suit, as he pushed Biddy on the stage. He pointed the gun at the officers head, while Hameed set up a camera on a tripod. 

It darkened quickly as the Muslims stood surrounding the party of 75 people while they arranged what all could see would be a hideous scene.

This wasn’t an audience that would panic. Almost all were stoned, if not upon, wine, vodka or beer; then, marijuana; or the opium that had found its way around, from Troy the body builder.   Many of the partiers vomited. Nevertheless, when the Muslims had the venue surrounded, and Hameed and Ahmed walked up upon the plywood floored stage, pushing Biddy ahead of them, a volatile tension could be seen. One could easily expect this crowd wasn’t going to be a victim.

The gunfire was heard all the way to John’s boat, as he climbed from his boat bare foot, holding his tasseled loafers, intending to walk the logging trail to the party that Officer Biddy had shown him. At the same moment he observed the sea plane moving down the channel toward’s him. 

Right away, two party goers were murdered when they bolted from their seats into a run — one shot down trying to escape into the house, the other’s head exploded from gun fire and collapsed dead as he sprinted across the yard. The nude boys on light flooded stage, collapsed to the floor, into their own urine, that spewed from cocks visibly in their excitement.

The terrorism had begun and people realized this was real. 

‘’The world will know shortly that the reach of Allah’s wrath is without limit!!’’ Screamed Ahmed, fully expecting to be known all over the world in just a few hours as Allah’s valiant warrior.

Hameed having no intention of sacrificing his life, knew his partners fully expected to die. He had to act quickly.  Hameed did like being on stage during such carnage. It was exhilarating along with the power of life and death he welded at that moment -- Not seeing the consequences to come.

First, the collars on the boys were bound together with a long wire, most of which already had pad locks; Foot long zip ties were in one hand of Hameed as Ahmed began using them to bond their hands behind their backs. They were marched to the short bus — with the slave who was once Paul by Hameed's mother. 

Hameed yelled to the audience, ''So, you thought by having this policeman guard your party of vile homosexual crimes it would protect you from Allah’s justice? He shall be the first to feel the blade of Allah upon his neck!’’ 

With the tripod set up in front of the law man, and as Ahmed positioned himself behind with huge sword like it was like 'batter up'!

The crowd gasped audibly again. It was clear the Muslims intended beheading the man; as in other such events to promote their religion of peace.  

‘’Calm down and behave, and you will all come through this all right —  except the evildoers. He trained his gun upon Master Charles and said Allah’s judgement and hell awaits some of you. 

Hameed didn’t then just shoot Charles; since, he’d heard Charles mention— heard from slave’s collar, about how events, as with Lee, ‘had nothing to do with slave’, and he correctly worried his operation might be compromised. He needed to get more information, about what he really meant, and torture brutally if necessary, before killing him if he could. 

From the grill Waheed took a bottle of charcoal lighter fuel and sprayed it liberally upon Biddy’s hat. He took out a Bic lighter and set it on fire as if lighting a candle — Biddy started screaming just as Ahmed raised his sword behind his neck; to draw back for whacking that exact spot; whereupon, Charles took the bucket of acid and flung it upon Ahmed, and then dove and knocked the burning hat from the Officer, pushing him to the floor. 

''A little help here,'' Master Charles prayed. 

It was a shocking scene — one man’s head and hair was on fire as Charles smothered it out; but another, the Muslim devotee screaming, flailing about with the sword, smoking --  moist fizzling acid; as, a just opened pop bottle, thrown against a wall -- drenched from head to toe, as the acid burned his flesh to goop. It was a major distraction.  

The first to respond was Shelly, from the front row, who immediately put several rounds, from her ankle holster’s .38 S&W, into the Muslim guarding their left flank; then in a second back toward Hameed who had already turned his back and dashed away, she put another round into Ahmed's gut to put him down from his flailing about with the razor sharp sword.

The Muslim women in the rear were so horrified at the scene they were caught off guard as a dozen folding lock blade knives tore into them from various people in the audience, and then tackled and beaten senseless by the angry dykes -- who had been standing but forced to kneel in front of their guns . 

Hameed escaped to the short bus, cranked it, and with the boys not yet seated owing to their being tied together, drove headlong into the logging trail.

Slave was understandably terrified, as like some animal, he was herded with 6 other boys onto a bus; that was bouncing them about such, if one boy fell to the left all the others were so pulled; and, in a addition, being tied at the neck, all were choking and gasped for air. 

The logging road, if it could even be called a road, had pot holes and large fallen branches; so, the bus speeding as it was, would bounce violently up and down, then swerve left or right and the bodies piled upon each other violently, and the nude boys screamed and cried.

When they reached the lake the bus halted at water’s edge, and the boys were pulled from the bus by Hameed’s wife; and at gun point, the boys were ordered to slog fifty yards through the shallow water toward the sea plane awaiting in the channel. 

Hameed stopped  the procession and cut the zip tie holding slave Paul to the others; and . with him, drove back toward the WLMA on the bus, his wife proceeded with the others to the awaiting plane. 

John had stayed near with his boat and concluded it wasn’t merely a fireworks show. He was aware of what guns sounded like and even had a notion of the caliber, make and models having been a rifleman in the army. He had contacted police, as some others had also done at the party. People at the GBI being aware of the operation immediately sent copters, a swat team, and multiple cars to Charles's address. 

The plane cranked its engine and headed off up the channel with its cargo of 6 slave boys, with Hameed’s wife.