A Piercing Aquaintance: Chapter 17

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Janice, after she emptied her stomach on the back lawn along with a few others, returned from behind the surreal paintings to see Ahmed on the stage floor; doubled up, apparently dead. She involuntarily wretched again at the sight. He looked like a horrid ‘Phantom of the Opera’; and his jumpsuit had literally disintegrated on the areas where the acid had drenched him. His whole chest was a frothing white goop. In some places the acid’s effect revealed the fat and muscle tissue. Only oozing, dripping flesh, could be seen on his front side — like some wax museum model that had gone through a fire.

In front of him, a few yards away was a plastic bottle with a squirt nozzle, with a label saying it was isopropyl alcohol of 12 ounces. Janice picked it up, and read the label, as she walked to the injured law man.

Officer Biddy, sat on the brick ledge of the stage and held a cloth to the back of his neck that was bleeding. She asked him if she could look at his wounds.

‘’You’re going to need a few stitches on that cut upon your neck, caused by the sword; but lucky for you it is pretty superficial!’’ She grinned, fully aware of her under statement.

‘’Your scalp burns seem superficial as well — thanks to Charles. Wasn’t he great!’’ She didn’t notice Biddy as he rolled his eyes. ‘’Your lip and leg have a number of cuts and scrapes as well. I found some antiseptic that might be good to use while you await the ‘helpers’. I have worked as a nurse, and know how bad infections can be. Would you like me to sanitize those cuts?’’

‘’Found?’’ Biddy asked.

She popped the squirt nozzle of the bottle and figuring she’d need a lot. She instead unscrewed the cap, took a handkerchief from her purse and poured a liberal quantity of the contents in the bottle into it. The liquid began to fizzle and smoke. Both their eyes widened, till Janice felt the acid on her finger tips through the cloth, and she then screamed.

‘’you need to leave everything where you found it! — This is a crime scene!’’ Biddy lectured.

‘’OK!’’

So, she threw the opened bottle back to where she’d picked it up, and it bounced once to then land emptying out upon Ahmed’s face. Eyes, ear, and neck — areas already severely burned took another drenching.

To their horror, Ahmed sat bolt upright; and in the flood lights, his whole head seemed to explode in a frothy foam.

‘’ See there what you did!’’ Admonished Officer Biddy as he stood feeling about his empty holster for his pistol.

But neither made any attempt to help the Muslim devotee, who writhed around, yet more, as a wind up toy; before he fell to the stage again with no movement.

Ahmed actually was to live another three days before succumbing to his wounds — and, it was said to have screamed and moaned through most that time.

‘’Stay back from these suspects!’’

Master Charles immediately ran to the house and retrieved the hose, turned on the spigot and rained water upon the both. He then sprayed Janice’s hand as she held it up then aimed the torrent upon the Muslim terrorist.

‘’You could be washing away evidence.’’ Remarked Biddy as he wiped water from his face. He gave the hose to the officer and ran back toward the house. Master Charles then examined the Muslim women and disarmed her of a bottle of acid, interrupting the compressing hands of those attempting to stop her bleeding knife wounds.

‘’They can still be dangerous! We’ve got to check them all for bottles of acid or other weapons!’’ Shouted Shelly, as she put her arm upon the shoulder of a freaked Janice.

Mohammed, the Muslim Shelly had shot, was already obviously dead, but he too had a bottle of acid upon him.

Understandably six Masters congregated confronting Biddy to help them find their slaves — as time was of the essence.

Master Charles, with phone to ear, ran to the house and down to the basement.

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We pick up from last chapter where Biddy followed him into the house, after a few minutes.

Master Charles could only look at officer Biddy blankly, when out of nowhere Biddy is slapped from behind upon the back of his head, with none other than Lee’s dick dildo [modified with steel by slave Paul] and Biddy collapses into Charles arms,

‘’Now that’s a ‘Black Jack'!’’ Muttered Alpha looking rather pleased with himself.

‘’Where have you been! Well, thank god. Let’s get moving.’’ Said, Master Charles.

They both hoisted the unconscious law man and rested him upon the bondage table.

Alpha hopped in the van and Charles upon his Harley.

Alpha used the van to push the car obstructing the exit out far enough where Charles took off through the tangled metal gap, just as the train of police cars could be seen at the end of the highway turn, screaming, as usual a little late, in their direction.

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Hameed had slave dog style on the floor of the bus; spit upon his hand and the boy’s anus and fucked him just out side the porn ware house rabbit like.

Slave, for his part had to admit the man had a big cock, and he marveled when Hameed came at the volume of cum the terrorist’s cock spurted. No one else in slave’s experience had even come close to it, since, when he stood, it flooded down his legs from his gaping ass hole like a 16 ounce bottle of hot honey.

‘’OK, now we get the fuck benches!’’ As the Muslim hastily pulled up his pants.

And, odd as the task seemed to slave, as he waddled into the ware house, sore and still dripping from the gape they spent half an hour loading fuck benches and rimming chairs in to the short bus. They worked after what seemed to slave hours back and forth collecting inventory before Hameed abruptly said, ‘’Now we go!!’’

And none too soon; as, no sooner than they left, a small army of flashing lights broke from a hill top street descending their way with sirens blazing.

With the short bus loaded, they only drove a few blocks to where the abductees were kept. Hameed off loaded most the porn inventory, excepting the dildos, with two of the abductees help. Wife number two took Paul into the dormitory and metal building giving him a foam rubber mattress, and told him to sleep next a row of the already sleeping children. Flashing of lights over the roof tops could be seen as slave looked through window; as they tethered his ankle to the neighbor's.

Hameed told his wife two she'd drive the short bus, as he would take slave Paul to his gold Buick in the morning, as he looked upon the boy trying to get comfortable in the filthy bedding. He finally sighed in relief thinking all could work out well with Allah's help.

Slave tugged upon his big collar. It reminded Hameed; as, he then felt about for the receiver — it seems he’d lost it back at Master Charles’s house.