A Piercing Aquaintance

Alpha saw that he’d have to stay behind the obstructing wrecked car and return the house; as, the police caravan was going to make any exit impossible; so, he backed around, and drove the van back up the drive to park it next to Hameed’s ATV. 

From the headlights beam, in the grass, he saw what appeared something on the ground like a cell phone or electronic device. He picked it up and, to his surprise heard huffing and puffing as someone getting fucked. 

He watched the police cars pull all along the front, then one of them had a tow wire attached to the wrecks bumper and towed it out of the way; so, the squad cars then proceeded up the drive hemmed on either side with parked cars or motorcycles. Ambulances awaited at the street.

Alpha listened again, and he heard both slave and Hameed talking. He, of course, pulled his cell phone out and called Master Charles to inform him; though he had to leave a message; then, Alpha pocketed the device as he returned to the ordeal of authorities.

Biddy came stumbling out of the garage shaking the big dildo. He began talking with who appeared to be in charge, waving the dildo to a lead officer. Alpha figured he was trying to smear Master Charles; but those he talked to seemed more amused than intent on finding the man who’d whacked him with it.

Master Charles didn’t know where to go after he arrived at the warehouse. He found it empty; and he cruised the streets hoping for some luck. 

The passenger cabin was crowded on the plane, as it wasn’t intended for more than 8 passengers. Two seats in cock pit; and two seats backed to those facing back, and 4 in the far back. The entrance had a larger area. A sort of vestibule next the door for entry. 

Pud was the first on the string of collars that tied the boy slaves together; so, he found himself pushed to the back of the cabin’s floor; next to the seat occupied by Hameed’s wife, at the very back. The other boys occupied the floor between facing seats. He felt about with his tied hands behind his back for support and realized a metal bar under the seat had sharp edges he could rub the plastic zip tie hand restraint against. It worked surprisingly quickly. He had to restrain himself from revealing too quickly his freedom. He hadn’t formulated any plan either; other than he figured he’d be in some unspeakable hell soon if he didn’t stop the flight. 

The flight was already in progress too and had just cleared the water. 

The plane had no closed cock pit; so, the pilot too revealed he had a gun; as he had shoved the boys body’s about to distribute them as quickly as possible for take off. 

Pud grabbed for the rifle in the woman’s hands, as his only ‘rationalization in the storm’ he could manage. He successfully snatched it from her and hit her violently upon the head with the butt of it. He aimed the gun resting it upon the shoulder of the slave tied at the neck next to him, at the pilot ,and yelled for him to land. The pilot for his part put the plane on auto pilot, but pretended he was cooperating; as, he moved his hand to his holstered gun which Pud couldn’t see.

That very moment Hameed’s wife, in desperation grabbed at the gun … where it discharged a burst of bullets as they grappled for it. Bullets hit the control panel — and the pilot’s shoulder.  Shouting expletives the pilot began dealing with the damage, as another boy with his feet kicked up the door latch, as they all lurched about trying to avoid being hit by gunfire, and it flew up, and the boy went out the door dangling by his neck.They were all violently pulled by their necks.

‘’Throw her out, Pud!’’ Another yelled as they all felt themselves pulled to the door.

‘’Cut the zip tie under the seat!’’ Yelled Pud. And two of the other boy’s set to work to free their hands; as, he wrestled for the gun with the Muslim woman who screamed in Arabic. The one behind the pilot succeeded freeing his hands. He grabbed the woman’s flailing feet and they pushed her out the gaping open door way. She howled a death scream, as hands, feet and the black witch like Islamic robes, cleared the door way. 

The pilot circled back to the lake in a desperate attempt to land, but the gun fire had cut the fuel intake; so, the best he could do was pilot it with flaps. The boy hanging out the side, destabilized the plane and it listed to the right at 30 degrees.

Almost at tree tops the plane cleared the forest to return over the lake; but, the angle of decent was too sharp and the plane bounced as it hit the water, catching one wing tip, to thrust it in a cartwheeling tumble. More boys were pulled from the plane and flung helplessly by their evil neck bonds as a whip.

When the plane came to rest on its side the pilot was unconscious. Pud roused himself and noted the gun still holstered by the hip of the pilot. He grabbed it and shot the wire attaching his neck to the others, and freed himself. He freed the others too as the wire had been loosely strung under each collar. They were all at the door unable to exit and Pud realized he would drown with them all as the water rose quickly in the cabin.

Light broke through the door as in a miracle; then, Pud saw the faces of John and Alpha just in time clearing the dead, unconscious and injured.

Alpha had seen the plane circling back, obviously in trouble with a body hanging from it. He jumped upon the ATV Hameed had parked, and set off to the lake. He found John at the logging entrance pointing excitedly to where the plane had gone down. 

They boarded his Criss Craft inboard and sped to the wreck. 

Two boys had been killed. Their necks broken from the violent crash. Two others had suffered terrible wounds from the wire they’d held, using their entire bodies, to keep from being ejected; so rope burns from that had cut into their shoulders and trunks. 

Only two remained un-harmed. 

Pud helped get the others upon John’s boat and told them to go ahead as there was no more room with the injured and he could swim  to shore. Alpha explained the situation at the party with  the blocked traffic at the entrance, so they headed to John’s estate across the channel to meet with an ambulance.

Pud returned to the cabin of the plane to see the pilot angrily pointing the AK-47 at him from the plane's wing.