Screaming Bitches - A Tale Of Islamic Terror
By Llabmik
Chapter 1 - Lovely Yehuda is Sucked Hard
Achmed loved being a terrorist. He idly watched as the Israeli minister
worked her way to the toilets at the back of the plane. He surreptitiously
studied the ruby light on his remote control as she shut the door. When it went
on, it would mean that her bare thighs and naked bottom had established a
perfect seal on the undersized toilet seat.
Inside the small washroom cubicle, Yehuda was fastidiously spraying
antiseptic on the steel toilet. She wiped it clean. They made these seats so
small!
Yehuda unbuckled her belt, unzipped and pulled down her pants. As the
sharply creased pants of her pantsuit settled around her shapely ankles, she
inserted her fingers inside the elastic band of her pantyhose and slipped it
down her thighs to just below her knees. She peeled her naughty Victoria's
Secret panties down her thighs. As the crimson panties settled on top of her
pantyhose, she parked her delectable heinie on the seat. She wiggled it
thoughtfully to try and get as comfortable as possible.
In his passenger seat, Achmed saw the small ruby light wink on. With the
destructive glee of a small child, he pressed the button. The tiny, almost
impossible to detect, charge blew out a small section of pipe in the toilet
apparatus, so that Yehuda's toilet was now connected directly to the rarefied
outside atmosphere of the highflying jet, producing an unbelievably high
suction. In her tiny cubicle, Yehuda's big brown eyes opened wide and she began
to scream long, high and hard as her womb was sucked out one orifice and her
intestines and stomach were sucked out the other.
Her inhuman shrieks filled the passenger cabin. Some of the female
passengers helpfully joined in and screamed right along. As per plan, Achmed
thoughtfully tucked the remote control into the pocket of one of the
stewardesses, Jelena, who was standing transfixed in the aisle. Her eyes, and
everyone else's eyes, were riveted on the steel bathroom door. Behind it, Yehuda
continued to shriek madly as her viscera ripped loose and drained out her nether
orifices. The Sky Marshals worked hard breaking down the door, but by then it
was way too late for lovely Yehuda. She had been sucked dry. They couldn't even
pry her quivering corpse off the seat.
Brought up in a strongly religious environment where he was taught to
respect his elders, not to steal, to praise God repeatedly and at length, to
blindly accept religious teachings (indeed, using your brain and questioning
them at all was blasphemy, an invitation to savage punishment), no music, no
dancing, to be courteous to deeply veiled women. It was all mind-numbing
boredom.
As a terrorist supporter of all this righteous boredom, Achmed was
allowed to adopt infidel ways in order to blend in. Meeting Osama and his
richboy shit-disturbers had been a real eye-opener. They thought big and had the
money to make it happen. Their loosey-goosey interpretation of the Koran had
been immensely liberating. From these richboy shit-disturbers he had learned one
of life's great truths: bad boys have all the fun! A bad boy could fuck all the
women he wanted, he could blow stuff up, he could play with cool weapons and
shoot people dead, he traveled, he saw the world. By comparison, the righteous
citizens did squat for excitement. As a pious terrorist engaged in a holy war,
Achmed could rob a bank, go to Vegas, gamble with some of his ill-gotten gains,
drink himself silly, hire an expensive, immensely knowledgeable racehorse of a
whore for the night and screw his brains out. Then he could get down to business
and teach a bitch to really scream. Allah be praised!
The Al Qaeda methods were expensive, complicated and took a lot of
preparation, but it was sooooo satisfying when a bad boy plan really came
together.
The plane landed in Israel without further incident. The powerful
suction gradually diminished as the plane landed. It vanished completely as the
plane halted on the runway. Security guards flooded into the plane. Yehuda's
body, a mere husk now, wedged firmly and obscenely in place on the toilet seat,
was popped off courtesy of some determined prying. The Israelis searched all the
passengers and crew. Achmed, wearing a yarmulke, his breath reeking of alcohol,
with an "I Luv Las Vegas" button pinned to his shirt, blended in nicely with the
other tourists (Welcome to the Holy Land!). His easily faked Canadian passport
passed muster.
Achmed watched in satisfaction as the protesting stewardess was carted
off by the Mossad, hooded and handcuffed. Like Achmed, they too knew how to make
a bitch scream.
Shortly afterwards, the passengers were released. It looked like they
had found out the connection between the stewardess and Yehuda. Probably lovely
Jelena had ignorantly confessed it. Achmed grinned. The stewardess bitch knew
nothing. Of course, they'd have to sweat her extra hard just to be sure.
