A Piercing Aquaintance

Master Charles sat on the Harley with cell phone pressed to his ear in front of the empty warehouse and fuck-bench factory, as police in the background wandered about the abandoned hazy space.

‘’So you say this guy named ‘Biddy’ is accusing me of assaulting him!? I saved the man’s life!’’

A task force officer, Sergeant Sam Telfair, from Master Charle’s basement chuckled,

 ‘’Look; you need to get on back here, so we can settle this crazy stuff up, before the press gets here!’’

‘’I’m still into this affair as we talk, Sam. Things are still highly in play here as we beat our gums; and a slew of children are still out there, under these damned Muslim trafficker’s control! Priorities, Sam!’’

‘’Gotcha. Good luck buddy.’’

With that, Master Charles stood upon his Harley and kick started it in one thrust with his big black boot. It was late and he had to find a Waffle House. All the violence had made him hungry.

— — —

The short bus sat in the parking lot overnight of a similar rundown warehouse, put in the name of Hameed’s wife, while the blue lights from police cruisers throbbed in the distance at the other location of Muslim sex traffickers. 

The captured slaves were loaded into the short bus at 5; 00 AM. One by one, all carrying what appeared duffle bags, as if going to summer camp.

Slave had slept with the abducted children on the concrete floor, and was roused with a kick to his back.

Slave looked upon the captured slaves filling up the bus, as Hameed and a women dosed each of them with a needle that contained fentanyl. He stood by two girls who were seated next to him in the front of the bus watching, as one by one, they collapsed semi-conscious where they sat. He noted they didn’t use fresh needles or even swab the arms with alcohol.

‘’Are you going to be a slave too?’’ He asked the girl on the isle seat.

Beautiful, blue eyed, and striking, though a thin brunette, dirty and dusty, wearing a filthy sundress, she appeared tense and scared as the needle moved closer her way. She was of around […]teen; who looked incredulously at him; as, his small talk revealed perhaps the stupidest person she’d ever come across; so, she looked upon him with total scorn.

He stood stark naked, oblivious of his appearance, and looking upon her with both curious and lustful longing; or, as if she was some bale of cotton—additionally, with a choice in the matter!

Hameed snatched a duffle bag from a boy, about slave’s size, tossed it into slave’s hands and told him to put on the clothes it contained. ‘And stop talking to that girl!’

Slave opened the duffel bag from the other boy and found girl’s clothes; three dresses, a black wrap stretch skirt, that only came down half his thighs, a halter top, some panty hose, and another pair of stockings with a few tank tops, a blond wig and black high heels. Also included was an array of make up; lip stick rouge, powder and eyeliner, along with a jar of Vaseline.

‘’These are girls’ clothes’’ slave complained.

With such a large audience, particularly of children, one might have expected laughter but no one smiled even, or, in the drugged, dazed, and dejected faces on the bus, was anyone the least bit interested. 

Slave wondered if there had been a mix up, and asked the girls next to him if perhaps they belonged to them. Hameed pushed past the Muslim woman giving the shots. He roughly grabbed the hair of the girl slave had spoken to, and gently told her to apply the make up, and help slave look ‘good’ — and, she’d be rewarded if she did. 

Hameed said with a broad smile, ‘’Put them on faggot.’’

She knew exactly what Hameed wanted, in fact, the boy who’d had the duffel snatched from him was her last subject.

She was very agreeable to the task; as, she actually wanted to get an extra dose of the narcotic.

Like a full sized doll to work with, the girl set to work on slave Paul. She grasped his hand and led him to the back of the bus, where the back seat had been removed. They sat cross legged face to face upon the floor on the prayer rugs left behind from Islamic devotee Ahmed The other girl, who followed them, used a LED flash light supplied to illuminate his face.

Slave Paul was a perfect subject for drag, and after the mysterious brunette had done her magic slave would have driven any other drag queen to despair and humiliation. Slave would easily pass for a young slutty woman even without a wig. 

Slave stood and shimmied into the black skirt, and when he sat back down the skirt hid nothing — his hairless genitals fully exposed. There was a mirror in the bag and the girl showed slave Paul the results, and slave became aroused; so, his exposed cock became fully erect, poling over and up outside the skirt. He liked what he saw.  Aroused as much by his own image, as he looked upon the lipstick color and heavy eye makeup, as the attention these girls were giving him.

As the homely girl scooted around to get a look and do some final touches she noticed a topless box full of  colorful dildos and reached into it and pulled out one. 

''Whoa, look at this'' she said to her friend. It's about 4 times as big a Sean’s''

Bigger than that estimated the other. 

''That's mine,'' chimed in slave Paul, proudly. 

''In your dreams!'' 

They both looked at him in amazement of more of this idiot's comments.

''I mean, I made it from a dead guy I know.''

''You mean you've had a thang this size in your butt?'' the homely girl retorted.

''Yes, I mean it was that size anyway -- though I did make it fatter.

I can prove it — turn out the flash light and it’ll glow!’’ 

Sure enough the12 inch monster glowed a dazzling candy colored swirl of colors; even such that it illuminated their amazed faces. 

‘’I’m going to make lots of money from them too.’’

That did draw chuckle from them both. 

The other, homely older girl, spit in her hand and stroked his cock. She with notable enjoyment from the gleam in her eyes, and slave leaning back upon the heap of duffle bags, hunched.  With both her small hands, she slid them up and down his ‘small’ seven inches in rapid motion. 

Then popping open the jar of Vaseline from the duffle she applied a good gob of it on the glistening glowing dick. With both her hands holding the pole like a dagger, the homely girl repositioned again for a better purchase, and pushed it with obvious body force upon his hole. Cross legged still but lifting his ass to receive, slave’s anus in the dildo’s light relented slowly. She pushed Lee's replica cock between his greasy thighs and wiggled it back and forth upon his shiny greased hairless taint seeing the head of it work in. After some unmistakable yelps from slave Paul, the dildo slid halfway in. 

Slave Paul then creamed his load over the front of the skirt unable to silence his bliss.

''I'd never have believed it coul...'' Her comment cut short, the girls turned in cringing shock.

’’ Filthy dogs!’’ Yelled the Muslim woman who was coming at the girls with her needle of narcotic sleepy time.

‘’ All you girls will be circumcised properly when you get to my homeland! And he will be castrated — and, his dick cut off. I will enjoy doing it too!’’

— — —

Master Charles had seen the short bus back at his house, though he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t just someone who was terrified by the events and was just escaping horrors. There were all sorts of new comers to the party he didn’t know. But it was his only lead. 

He was also concerned if that sea plane had taken slave Paul already out of the country — and, next he’d find out his property was being used in Afghanistan. For now, it was crucial to find those dozen or more children he’d seen two weeks earlier assembling fuck benches for Hameed…and the jihad.