A Piercing Aquaintance

‘’See? It’s all about good plumbing.’’ 

Master showing the slave how to use and fill the cast with silicone rubber; as they pulled a perfect silicone black penis copy from the cast, which would be sold as a dildo. 

They had filled the latex lined cast three times before they finally pulled one from the cast  that didn’t have bubble pockets and malformations in it. 

Slave busied himself with making another.  

Master Charles had disposed of the odious member from Lee in a plastic bucket with a couple gallons of acid.  He’d used that acid for various cleaning projects around the flagstone deck and grill preparing for the party, and now the bucket sat marked with skull and cross bones at the back grill. 

He took the dildo, his small 90 packets of opium, and upon the Harley, went to unload opium at the Tang, He stopped at the corner market to do business with Hameed. 

Those Muslims also had such acid in little plastic bottles they kept either under the counter at  that corner store, even in their pockets or automobile glove box, to spray upon their enemies — who could be just about anyone, given the low life scum who would come around for Opium or other, under the table dealings, they had going. 

Master Charles entered the store and met with Hameed; paying him first for the previous weeks take. He showed him the dildo. He asked if they could sell it in the store. 

‘’ Ha , ha! Yes. I’ll put it with the magazines, nasty DVDs, and other toys in our back ‘porn’ room’.’’ 

Hammed asked how his dispensing the opium was going and showed him Lee’s phone contacts; saying he could expect another dozen that day. 

The phone told addicts the following: ‘’ It’s safe, expect a new contact for your fix, call him ‘Lee’s guy’; and, he’ll fix you up’’, the text read from Lee’s phone.  It provided some details too of Master Charles so there would be no mistaking their contact, and so they could purchase safely.

The Muslim guy set it up so Master Charles could transition the 50 or so contacts Lee maintained, and continue meeting them at the ‘Tang’ as well. Most  the contacts were poor blacks, but some were very well to do whites who came from the lake Oconee enclave and though, not as often, sometimes would buy a whole 3 kilo brick.

The Muslims liked keeping the Tang as a pick up point for their opium; since, they could keep an eye on the comings and goings from the stop and go market they owned at the corner, and where their opium was going from day to day. 

They would get the licenses of those who purchased; so, as quietly as possible, they could check them out through the DMV.  Licenses for possible law enforcement connections, or potential shakedown scams — particularly the white patrons; and, many of the opium addicts made it simple by coming in the store to purchase, gas cigarettes or junk food, scoped on the store’s camera as well; so it was a growing business.

With Lee’s dildo as a additional working relationship, Hameed asked Charles of how punishment of his ‘run away’ slave was going. 

‘’Is your dog fucking him good, Ha, Ha, Ha!’’ And Hameed, told him to meet later at their ware house the next town over, where they manufactured other sex toys and devices for the American Kuffirs — using ‘Bacha' boys for workers, like his slave.

Riming chairs and fuck benches were the main product as they were cheap and simple in raw materials and easy to make.

Hameed showed Master Charles their website — which claimed the products came  from Pakistan; where Hameed explained, they could tack on another 50 to 100 dollars in shipping fees — and avoid taxes to Uncle Sam.

The boys usually ranged in ages from 10 to 16. They were only harvested from remote regions to this area of the country, by other immigrants, living far away.  They were free labor, excepting the cheap food they were fed. They were kept in chains under conditions one might expect in Pakistan as well. They were runaways, or captured sometimes, not unlike methods used for the slave who was once Paul.  

Most could be imagined as ‘bad boys’ as depicted in Disney’s ‘Pinocchio’ movie, who went to ‘Pleasure City’ only  to be turned into donkeys, Jack-Asses, and stripped of their clothes, to finally be sent to the salt mines forever — and no one would miss them in the least — anymore than ‘as a red-headed step-child’. 

The sliding door of the panel vans was very useful to these Muslim kidnappers and ‘groomers’ who to a man didn’t even consider the abductions crimes, as they still adhered to the sharia Islamic Ilaws of their Asian origins — the same in accordance from dozens of Muslim countries in how to view the non-believers or kuffirs. All the children were slated to be flown to Afghanistan on monthly flights of the diplomatic protected and operated plane; so; it was well nigh impossible for the children to plan with the other slave boys any escape.

Currently Charles counted 12 boys and 3 girls wearing manacles, in tattered, dirty clothing, in this dusty, rusty, dilapidated metal paneled building, sullenly going about their tasks.

‘’Damn, this is right out Dickens,’’ thought Charles. He locked eyes with another un-known Muslim standing guard with an AK 47, humming verses from the Koran.

‘’ You could just bring your slave here tomorrow, and we’ll look after him till the plane comes.’’ Offered Hameed.

‘’He’s my ‘free labor’, making those dildos’’ explained Master Charles.

‘’Is he wearing the thick dog collar I gave you?’’ Asked Hameed with a grin.

Charles showed the boy wearing it, in that pose with the gladiolas the previous day awaiting John.

‘’Lovely’’, said Hameed. Himself remembering fucking the boy, and wanting to ask again to get the boy back — but, he thought about Charles’s  upcoming party; and what possibilities that might bring. 

When Charles departed, Hameed pulled the listening device from his pocket that picked up the voice and sounds from slave — that the dog collar, rigged with a small microphone between the two thick layers of leather, picked up.

When Charles got back to the ‘Tang’ he called Shelly, and informed her they’d need some serious fire-power, and feared some of the; slaves wouldn’t come out alive.