Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16

The aircraft rocked as a large man stepped in the doorway followed by a woman carrying a clipboard. They both wore military fatigues. The big guy, bald head oiled and gleaming, stopped by the first prisoner on the other side of the aisle from Dan. He reached down and turned up a label that was attached to the shoulder of the orange jumpsuit. 'This is 9314'.

'OK got him' replied the lady with the clipboard, ticking off her list. She turned and shouted out the door and two more soldiers crowded in. 'Take him to the holding cage.'

Dan watched the complicated procedure of removing and reapplying restraints, preparing himself mentally for the same treatment. Arms were pinioned behind him and cuffed, 9314 was roughly bundled off the plane. The loud thump which followed probably meant he landed flat on his face. The second prisoner was similarly dealt with. Out the door, thump, and gone. Now Dan's turn. The big guy poked at Dan's jumpsuit sleeve.

'Hey, this guy's got no tag. What's your manifest say?'

'Well, I've only two prisoners on the manifest, Sir, and we've taken them both into custody. I don't know who this guy is,' the aide replied, pointing to Dan.

'Hey Mohamed, speak English?

'He doesn't look Arab. Sir.'

'Yes. I speak English, just like you. That's because I am American.'

'Are you some kind of terrorist?'

'No. I'm with your side. I needed to get out of France undercover. You could say I hitched a ride disguised as one of them. I was supposed to ...

... get off when the aircraft refuelled on the east coast, but it didn't do a refuel stop. This was a direct flight, the first direct flight, in fact. We didn't know that when I was boarded. Only found out when we were airborne. '

What's your name?

'I can't reveal that.'

'Who put you on the flight?'

'Classified information. I can't reveal that.'

Ok. I'm not pushing it. I hear you-- not asking who you work for or what you do. One of them shady outfits. But you can't disembark here. Not that you'd want to. We can only deplane documented enemy combatants that are sent to us. This is a restricted area. You shouldn't be here.'

'That's fine with me. I'll just stay on board. The aircraft either goes back to its base on the mainland or back to Europe. I can work with either destination.'

'Okay. Never saw you. You're not here. But I'm not going to untie you and I'm putting your blindfold back on. No unauthorised person is supposed to see this installation. This could be a test of our security for all I know.'

'Understood, ' replied Dan crisply, trying to sound all military efficient-like, as his world went dark once more.

'Corporal, our work is done. Back to base.'

Nice knowing you, thought Dan. The aircraft rocked once more as the two stepped off. Then silence reigned. Dan was pleased with himself. Feeling very James Bond. Improvised and showed initiative. Confident that he wasn't going to be incarcerated in Guantanamo and that the aircraft crew would have no ...