Perverts 'R' Us

Debt of Honor - Part 2

By Loki925 ( M/g, con )

This story is pure fiction and does not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that is.

Vic returned to his base. He had only fifteen more days left in the service. He hoped it would be enough time to find a place for him and Sahar to live. He enrolled Sahar in English classes and started to look around for a place to live.

Sahar sat well away from the other children in class. It was not proper for boys and girls to sit together. She wished there were others like her in the school, but she was the only one. However, she knew that this America was to be her new home and she decided to make the best of it.

The man she knew as Vic treated her well and he even bought her several new hijabs. (Hijab: Muslim female's conservative dress.) Still she did not know what to make of the hard-looking man. She continued to pray to Allah for guidance.

After five days, Vic had met with little success. He was sitting at the officers' club drinking a bottle of beer when the base chaplain walked in. Little did Vic know the chaplain had heard about his problem and he had made a few inquiries of his own.

The chaplain's name was Tom Coffman. He knew Vic Harden very well, but thus far he, Tom, had failed to find an acceptable answer to Vic's logical argument that, "If God is all loving and powerful, God would want to destroy evil. Therefore God cannot be all-loving or all-powerful."

Tom had said that in time God would destroy evil, but that did not convince Vic, who said that answer was drivel. Still Tom liked Vic, whom he knew to be a good solder and a good man.

Tom walked up to Vic. He saw the chaplain walking towards him. When Tom was close enough Vic said, "Hi, padre. Here for another try, or would you prefer a cold beer?"

"A cold beer sounds good." Tom answered.

Vic ordered a beer. When the beer arrived Vic gave it to Tom who took a sip of beer then said, "I heard you were looking for a place to live."

"As a matter of fact, I am."

"Well then I know just the place for you and Sahar."

"And just where would that be, padre?"

"Your old home town."

"There are no Muslims there."

"Yes there is now, a small community of about 300 people and it is growing, but you would not want to go there."

Vic was surprised by Tom's revelation but he knew he was being baited by Tom's last remark so he said, "Why would I not want to go there?"

"Well it seems the Muslims were building a mosque but under suspicious circumstances it burned down shortly after the foundation was set and the framing put up."

Vic knew where this was going, but he asked anyway, "What has that got to do with anything?"

"Well if you went, you might find yourself in the position of helping a religious sect."

Vic had surmised that was what Tom would say, but he already had an answer, "I would not be helping a religious sect. I would be doing what I have been doing for the last twenty years, protecting and defending the constitution."

Tom knew Vic would say that. He also knew that Vic did not have a prejudiced bone in his body, but he had to warn him. "I am glad to hear you say that."

He gave Vic a card and said, "Here is the name of the leader of the community. He will be expecting you."

"Thanks padre, and if you find a tree signed "Made by God" let me know." Vic had to get in the last dig.

"If I do, you will be the first to know." Tom smiled.

Over the Internet he rented a three-bedroom, two-bath home. From the pipeline he bought a surplus Hum-Vee, cashed in another IOU and had it fixed up good as new. He called Azeem Amir, the leader of the Muslim community and told him he would be there in a few days after he was released from the service.

He did one last thing. He took a job at a college just forty minutes' drive away from his old home town. He was going to teach conversational Japanese and Chinese. The teaching job would pay a lot less than the one he had in mind with International Corporation as an interpreter, but he did not mind that. He would prefer to live in the town he had grown up in, where his parents had left him some land.

Sahar was spellbound as she rode in the back seat of the Hum-Vee. "America must be full of rich people," she thought. She had never seen so many cars, and the buildings in the big cities she passed through were huge. And everyone she met so far was very nice to her.

It made her wonder even more why she should hate America. Maybe it was because America did not share the bounty bestowed upon them by Allah. But she did not know if that was true or not. She guessed she would soon find out. The hard-looking man called Vic had told her they would arrive at their destination soon.

As Vic drove though the center of his home town, he could hardly recognize the place. Almost all the old family-owned stores had been replaced with the corporate America logos. The center of town now looked more like a mini mall than a town.

Vic's memory was slightly rusty so he pulled into a gas station to get some directions. He told Sahar to remain in the vehicle and he would be right back. He went into the store and asked the attendant for directions.

The clerk knew the street very well and gave Vic the directions. Vic thanked the man and left the store. As he was about the open the door on the Hum-Vee, he saw something he thought he would never see.

He saw six young teenaged boys led by an adult marching across the street. They were dressed in brown shirt Nazi uniforms with the familiar swastika arm bands and carrying the twisted cross Nazi flag.

He watched with fascination as people scurried out of the way of the parade, as if somehow they were frightened or intimidated. He also noticed that the would-be Nazis were slightly out of step and could use some lessons in how to march properly.

He wanted to cross the street and stand in the way of the march, but he had Sahar to consider. He looked at his watch. It was 3:00pm. He hoped they marched every day, for tomorrow he would be there standing in the way.

He got into the Hum-Vee, started it and drove off. Sahar could not help but notice that Vic somehow looked even harder but she did not know why. Vic found the clerk's directions easy to follow and minutes later he parked his car in front of Azeem Amir's house.

He got out of the car and noticed the door to the house was open. He saw a man about 5'11" tall. He was on the skinny side and had dark skin. The man was joined by a woman wearing a shawl and a scarf covering her hair.

Vic opened the back door and told Sahar to get out. She noticed the man and the woman waiting for them. Vic had told her they were going to meet the leader of the Muslim community. She thought it was very odd the woman was not wearing a hijab.

She walked the proper distance behind Vic. When they arrived where the man and woman were standing she heard the man say, "Assalamu Alaikum." (Peace be to you.)

"Salam Alaikum," (Peace be to you) Vic said, returning the greeting.

Azeem Amir introduced his wife Farah and Vic introduced Sahar to Azeem and Farah.

Azeem invited Vic into the house. He, followed by Sahar, entered the house. They were shown to the small dining room and were seated. Sahar watched as Farah served them tea. It was a familiar Arab custom of welcome.

She watched Vic accept the tea but again he did not give thanks. She had so many questions she wanted to ask him but it was not her place to ask anything of him. It was Farah who noticed the girl had an odd look on her face and she asked, "Sahar, is something bothering you?"

The woman spoke her language and Sahar was very surprised. She looked at Vic for permission to speak. Vic knew the language but not the customs that went along with it.

"Mr. Harden," Farah said, "you must grant her permission to speak."

"Oh!" Vic said. He turned to Sahar then said, "Sahar, you may speak anytime you feel the need to." He now understood why the girl had been so silent.

After nine years of speaking only when spoken to, it was like the flood gates had been opened. She asked Vic if he was a Muslim and he said 'no'. She asked him and hoped he was not a Jew and he was not. She then asked him if he was a Christian and again the answer was 'no'.

She finally asked him what religion he did believe in. When he said 'nothing', a light went off in her head. She now believed the reason Allah had placed her with Vic was to show him the path of the one true God.

She did not know how she was going to do that, but Vic had captured her in a great battle and that would make her his concubine. She did not ask him if this was true, but she felt in her heart it was so.

After she finished asking Vic questions, she asked Farah why she did not dress properly. Farah explained that Islamic law only said that a woman needed to dress discreetly and all that was necessary was a shawl and a scarf to cover one's hair.

Azeem Amir told Sahar that Islamic law could be interpreted in many ways. Sahar for the moment accepted that. Then she turned to Vic and asked if she could have a copy of the Koran. He told her he would buy her one but Azeem Amir had several copies and he gave her one.

Sahar thanked him. At four o'clock Azeem's daughters Hanan and Amber returned home from school. Hanan was seven and Amber was nine. Sahar was given permission to play with the girls.

After the girls changed their school clothing all three girls went into the back yard to play. Vic used the opportunity to ask Azeem about the Nazis. Azeem told Vic that the town now had a small chapter of the NSM (National Socialist Movement.)

Vic had heard about the group. They had filled in the void after many of the other hate group leaders had been arrested. Vic had two months before he started his job at the college and he decided that he would use that time to become the bane of the NSM's existence in his home town.

Sahar was having a wonderful time playing with Hanan and Amber who also spoke her language. It was the first time in a very long time she was allowed to play. She had spent the last few years of her life preparing for marriage. She decided she was going to like this country called America and she now had a purpose in her life.

Azeem invited Vic to stay for dinner and Vic accepted. Vic asked Azeem if there were any leads as to how the mosque had been burned down. Azeem told him that all the evidence pointed to the NSM but the police had no direct evidence linking the fire to the NSM that was sufficient to arrest them.

Vic knew his home town was an ethnically diverse community but 70% of the population was white. However he knew most of the white population was very tolerant of other races and creeds. Heck, his best friend in high school was black and they played together on the football team.

It made him wonder how the NSM got a foothold in his home town but he also knew that for some dumb reason membership in hate groups had grown larger by almost 33% in recent years. Vic saw no use for hatred. He did not even hate the enemies of his country. Hatred only clouds the mind and makes for a very poor soldier.

Farah called Sahar, Hanan and Amber in for dinner. Vic and Sahar had a very pleasant dinner with the Amir's. After dinner Sahar said, "Imam," addressing Azeem Amir.

Azeem corrected her and said, "Imam is the leader of a country or sometimes a very large mosque. My proper title is that of a Mullah or a Malana."

Sahra apologized, and then asked him where the meeting on Friday would be held. Azeem said that they were currently meeting at the synagogue.

"The synagogue, is that not where Jews meet?" Sahar exclaimed. She did not understand how such a thing was possible when Muslims were supposed to hate the Jews.

Azeem could see that Sahar was shocked and he went on to tell her that the core belief of all Muslims was peace. But America was the only place where Muslims and Jews could live in peace together at present. The local rabbi had invited the Muslims to meet in the large community hall adjacent to the synagogue after the new mosque was burned down.

Azeem continued and carefully explained the five precepts of Islam to Sahar. She already knew them but she listened carefully to what he said. She soaked it all in like a sponge and when Azeem was finished she silently offered a prayer to Allah to forgive her father's error.

Sahar could now see that there was no place in Islam for hatred of another. It made her happy but sad at the same time. She would add extra prayers for her father each time she prayed. She concluded that he and others had been misinformed and misled.

Vic also listened and was surprised at how close Islam was to Judaism and Christianity. Vic thanked Azeem for the wonderful dinner. Then he asked if he could pay him and his wife to look after Sahar after school.

Azeem and his wife said they would be more than willing to look after Sahar but no pay was necessary. Vic again thanked them both and said he would bring Sahar over tomorrow afternoon at 2:30pm, saying he had a small chore to attend to at that time.

Vic took Sahar to the home he had rented. The furniture would not arrive until tomorrow morning so they would be sleeping on the floor. Sleeping on the floor was nothing new to him. He had slept in many a place a lot worse than on a hard floor.

As Vic showered, Sahar readied herself mentally and physically to give herself to Vic. She was convinced that this was her duty as his concubine. Vic finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the door to the bathroom and saw Sahar dressed in the long white eye-proof evening gown he had bought her.

"Sahar, is there something wrong?" he asked.

"No sir," she answered nervously.

"Do you want to ask me a question or is there something you need?"

"No, Mr. Vic. I would be honored if you allowed me to dance for you."

"Sahar, please call me Vic, and I would be honored if you danced for me."

To call him Vic would not be proper she thought but she had learned a great deal in such a short time so she saw no problem with calling him Vic.

"Vic," she said, "please sit down."

Vic felt odd dressed only in a towel but he was completely covered so he sat down on his sleeping bag.

Sahar started to dance. Vic noticed that her hair was long and jet black. It was the first time he had seen her hair and face uncovered and she looked very pretty. Sahar danced the way her mother had taught her.

Vic admired the little girl and thought she danced very well. He also noticed that the way she danced was quite provocative for a nine-year-old Muslim girl. If he did not know better he would swear the dance was more than provocative, it was very seductive in nature.

He watched her little bare feet as they moved about the floor. He looked into her pretty dark eyes and smiled.

Sahar was pleased to see that Vic was enjoying her dance. Then in one swift movement, she let her nightgown slip off her body. Muslim girls were very proper in public, but in the privacy of their own home with the man they belonged to, they could be very open.

Vic was shocked but he could not help but notice that she looked extremely beautiful for a nine year old. His eyes were almost glued to her puffy little nipples and her silky, light-brown skin. But when he saw her totally hairless vagina it brought him back to reality.

She may have some of the curves of a woman, but she was a nine-year-old girl. "Sahar, put some clothing on." he said.

Sahar stopped dancing, and then asked sadly, "Does my body not please you?"

At first Vic did not know how to answer the question. Yes, her body was very pleasing and he found himself being turned on by her nakedness, but there was that hairless vagina of a child and he had to use self-discipline.

"Sahar," he said, "your body is very pleasing, but it is not proper for you to be naked in front of me."

"Why?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.

"In America there are laws that say little girls should not be naked in front of grown men."

"The laws I believe in say I am not a little girl, but a grown woman, eligible for marriage."

Vic could see there was no way he was going to win this debate and he was stunned. He decided to lay down the law and said, "As long as we live in America, we must follow American laws."

Slowly Sahar put her nightgown back on. Then she smiled at Vic as a thought came to her. "Surely the police do not come into your own home to enforce such a law, do they?"

Vic replied, "No, in America the police may not enter our homes without probable cause, such as when they have reason to believe a crime has been committed."

Sahar skipped about playfully and said, "Well, I'm not going to say anything to give them probable cause, are you, Vic?"

Vic laughed and said, "No, dear Sahar, I'm not going to say anything either. But I must think on this. All my life I have believed that it is wrong for a grown man to be intimate with a child, and in my eyes you are still a child. I know that in the culture you grew up in, things are different. Give me some time to consider this, will you?"

"Yes of course, Vic. Take as much time as you need. But know this, I will be waiting for you." Sahar said triumphantly. Young as she was, Sahar knew that this strong masculine man would not be able to resist her for much longer. She gave him another big smile and deliberately wriggled her hips as she left his room to go to the sleeping bag in her own bedroom.

Vic had such a hard-on beneath his towel. He got into his sleeping bag and tried to will himself to go to sleep. At last he succeeded, but in his dreams he saw a pretty little girl dancing naked for him. He awoke to discover that he had had a wet dream.

To be continued.

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