A Piercing Aquaintance

The pilot bamboozled but regaining consciousness, watched John motor-boat off toward the right with the injured slaves.  He tried to hatch some plan of escape; as he’d seen the slew of blue lights and emergency vehicles upon flying back; so, he figured he needed to go to the opposite bank to avoid the police. He eased out the pilot's door with an AK-47 and an emergency raft. He rested on the plane's wing and saw Pud returning. When he got  the boy at gun point he proceeded with his plan.

He popped open the emergency raft, inflated it, and with the slave at gun point, they got situated and headed toward shore. Unknown to the pilot they rowed near to where they'd taken off -- near the tree where Lee’s identifiable remains and the incriminating garbage had been burned.

Hameed had given the pilot his pay of five thousand in cash, so he had hopes he'd be able to buy his way out the fix he was in; but, he knew violence would be necessary to get things underway. He was highly motivated to escape knowing the consequences of sex trafficking, and given his history with such illegal activity he knew they’d throw away the key. 

Pud, knew the man had been wounded in the shoulder. Also he figured he was no match for the powerful man; yet, he also figured the man had every intention of killing him at some point. 

The pilot, for his part, figured the boy could be a hostage at the very least, but might be needed to help with driving when he hijacked a car. At present Pud was useful to paddle the raft as the pilot’s arm hurt intensely with every move. There was the problem of clothing, as the slave was stark naked; so, once they got a car, the pilot figured he'd have to deal with that. With luck he hoped they could break in one of  the mansions and overtake some old rich man and shake his ‘piggy bank!’; then, upon nice silk sheets the faggot slave could service him. 

The pilot kept the tight LED beam upon the boy's nice white jiggling fanny as they proceeded along the shore; and he wondered, that even as a straight man, why he found it so appealing -- so fuckable. But he shook his mind from such lust to matters at hand ; such as, where the hell were they! 

He directed the strong beam to the tree line, looking for some exit, expecting some mansion's lights, but saw nothing. 

Pud saw his opportunity and took off running blindly into the pitch dark. It took a second for the pilot to locate the boy, and he fired, intending on killing this ongoing disaster to his day. 

Pud escaped the bullets, but tumbled headlong into Biddy’s crime scene pit. Unbelievably to his mind; again being bound and hog tied, as if by the devil. He thrashed desperately for his life, tangled hopelessly in the yellow tape Biddy had liberally encircled the pit. It was a moment of overwhelming despair for Pud. 

The pilot jogged to the scene drawing down upon the ensnared boy with an evil grin, when suddenly he himself stepped in a hole; the hole dug by slave Paul. He fell forward, but down so deeply, he tore knee ligaments; and, in the fall his gun discharged under his chin taking off his  tongue, nose, upper teeth, and lip; yet so pumped with adrenaline, the man kept to his purpose, found the boy again in his flash light, and aimed for the kill.     

Officer Biddy had used a Segway scooter so that he might park his boat safely farther down the shoreline. He'd be able to secretly traverse the mile of distance and logging road to spy upon Master Charles. He got upon it and headed back to his boat, with Lee’s dick dido. He shook the dildo back and forth like a talisman as he leaned forward to propel his scooter His hair burned off in a neat circle as that of a Trappist monk. The steel in the dildo’s shaft gave it such heft Biddy wanted to hit someone with it-- as someone had hit him!

Biddy hadn’t seen the plane, nor was he aware the slave boys had beed kidnapped He had been blindfolded during the ordeal. No one in the police task force had offered him information nor asked for his help, nor, asked him to contribute his experiences; and, he felt left out as an authority; and even ridiculed. Plus, a terrorist had just attempted to cut his head off! He felt himself to be in a state of dissociation. 

When he reached the clearing of the lake he heard gun fire from the direction of his excavated and taped off crime scene, near the dead tree. Biddy, already having retrieved his pearl handled pistol from from the ground where he’d been overtaken by Hameed, felt confident to confront whoever had discharged that gun. He also figured it being dark, he might surprise whoever was on this public property of the lake; and throw the book at 'em!  Losing one’s religion leads to strange behavior.

His flash light first landed upon Pud, sprawled tangled in his tape, as if it were some big mouse trap; and, this desperate ensnared creature pointed frantically to the pilot.  

The pilot was feebly trying to aim his AK47 --  back and forth from him and the boy, but his injuries prevented any coordinated success, and the almost faceless man finally dropped the rifle and stared at Biddy, becoming aware of his pain. 

Biddy walked up to the man who was still knee deep in the hole. He slammed the dildo down upon the top of the pilot’s head with such force that it cracked the pilot’s skull. It could be herd all the way, 10 yards to Pud. He then walked back to the boy, who was still tangled in crime scene tape upon his dig.

‘’You are trespassing upon a crime scene. You are ruining the evidence I was gathering and have compromised important information! You are indecent!’’  He said, still shaking the dildo as if a nun’s ruler. Biddy seemed to become self-aware, confused, and looked upon what he was holding. He then tossed it upon the boy’s outstretched belly. Pud carefully lifted it as one might lift a rattler — with a bewildered look.

With that, and in an exasperated shrug, Biddy re-mounted the Segway scooter, drove back to his flagged ‘enforcement’ police boat, and left the scene.

All at the party were charged with felony opium possession, since the police found two small foil wrapped packages of it. The charges would later be dropped; but, it is common practice to charge all with what ever contraband was found at any gathering. 

News reporters from several Atlanta news stations arrived on the scene after a few hours, with paneled trucks rigged with dishes mounted upon them. Bebe Anderson, a reporter for a local station, interviewed Janice who was among fellow felons awaiting to board the police department's bus. 

‘’We understand this party was attacked because of a drug deal gone wrong. Can we ask you what your experience of the gunman was?’’

‘’ Yes, it was terrifying. The Muslim terror …’’

‘’I’m sorry, as it's our policy, that we cannot indulge in blaming any religious group, particularly indulge your Islamophobia!’’ Said Bebe; as she covered the mike and paused the video. Then she went on; 

 ‘’I was told a drug bust was in the making and sex trafficking was involved, and some of the party goer suspects got the upper hand of the police. Were you here for the orgy? ’’ asked the reporter.

Many of the party goers had to endure a night in jail till Master Charles, over the phone, could arrange with Shelly a meeting with the GBI and prosecutors to disclose their undercover status, and desire to clear their friends of wrong doing. In the mean time, the cover story; that it was a drug bust gone wrong, with four killed and another six hospitalized remained the story; since, as Janice replied to Bebe as she was being directed to the bus;

‘’ I thought it was just a party; but, what you said! Yea, absolutely!’’ Said Janice, as she stepped upon the bus. ’’When in Rome! Ha, Ha.’’

Once out of jail, the partiers needed transportation back to Master Charles house to pick up their various motorcycles and cars. 

Master Charles paid the owner of the large bus sized RV, that was to be driven by Alpha, to transport them all back to their vehicles; whereupon, they partied all the way back from the jail, with Pud and the other surviving, unhurt slave boy, taking turns in the sling.

The dykes happily used the modified ‘black jack’ dildo, that Pud lent them, as a strap on, in the front of the bus.

As they drove by the stretch of farm worker homes, the hard bitten wives were to see about 30 naked asses pressed deliberately upon the side glass windows of the RV bus as it passed. 

When they disembarked they had to navigate around yellow crime scene tape that was everywhere. The partiers were directed to leave once back by the slew of police, still there, milling about the property; as if they could really give an accurate playback of the crime's events. 

The kidnapped slave boys were not charged, and were later reunited with their owners; though two were to spend weeks in the hospital.

Master Charles was on his Harley, on his way to Tampa, from the overheard information from slave’s collar. Alpha was calling him almost every hour, providing new information, and relaying any comments he’d heard. 

Alpha finally was able to get on the road in the van too.