Perverts 'R' Us

Debt of Honor - Part 4

By Loki925 ( M/g, con )

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

Vic looked into Sahar's sparkling eyes. He saw her childish features. He was still torn about whether to continue making love to this childlike woman.

Sahar looked at him. She smiled, kissed him again and said, "Take me. I am yours, my love. Take me and draw pleasure from my body, as it should be."

He lifted himself over her. She was as fragile as fine china and more beautiful than a delicate rose. He was like steel and harder than diamonds compared to her. He gripped his cock and gently rubbed it up and down her small slit.

His cock was like a huge monster compared to her mouse-like cunt. Sahar could feel the fat hardness of his penis but she was unafraid. She knew her hard man would be gentle with her. She could feel herself becoming wet and hot as the desert.

Slowly Vic pushed his cock into her small cunt. She was so small and tighter than a tough situation. It had been a very long time since the flesh of his cock mingled with the flesh of a woman's cunt in any meaningful way.

Slowly he continued to push his cock into her enjoying every inch of her small sex. Sahar for the first time felt a man inside of her vagina. She felt full of him. She felt some pain but most of all she felt wonderful joined to Vic, her hard man, who was as gentle as a lamb.

Vic's cock bottomed out in her cunt and still he was not all the way into her. He would have to measure his strokes or else he would destroy her still developing cervix and womb.

Gently he pulled his cock back. Rubbing her clit with his cock he pushed himself back into her.

Sahar felt that wonderful feeling overtake her again and screeched, "Ohhh---Viicc!"

Vic taking measured strokes drove his cock in and out of her. He felt sensations he had never experienced before. There would be no controlling it, there would be no stopping it. He ejaculated into his beautiful star, his Sahar, his heart full of love for her.

Sahar could feel his seed enter her. The very seed that some day would make her belly fat with his child. She orgasmed and prayed to Allah that she would give Vic many fine male children and maybe a female too.

She opened her eyes and looked at him than asked, "Vic, was my body pleasing to you?"

"Very pleasing."

"Good," she said, "Now we must wash."

"Okay," he answered and pulled his soft cock out of her ravaged cunt. He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

Sahar put her small arms around his neck. She could not have been any happier than this moment in time. And she knew there would be many more days of happiness to come. She thanked Allah for his blessings upon her life.

Vic held her with one arm and with the other hand he turned the shower on. When he had adjusted the water to the proper temperature he pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower with her clinging to him.

Sahar could feel the warm water running down her back. She looked down and for the first time she beheld a man's sex organs. She reached down and with her small hand she grasped his soft pole, examining it. Vic could feel her small hand stroking his cock and it quickly sprang back to life, much to the girl's delight.

In the middle of the water, in the center of her world, with the blessing of Allah upon her, Sahar felt Vic enter her once again. She was surprised that he would do this with her in the shower but she was delighted too. Again the couple took much joy in each other.

Two days later Vic attended Günter's trial but he never got to testify. Günter made such an ass out of himself the trial was over before it really got started. Günter received five days in jail for cursing an officer, which was considered a breach of the peace.

He said he would appeal that decision, cursing the judge, but he could not appeal the ten days in jail he received for contempt of court. As Günter was hauled off to jail Joe smiled, Judge Cohen smiled, and Vic's eyes burned fear into Günter's heart as he passed by him on his way to jail.

However everyone in the courtroom knew it was not over yet. They knew that once Günter got out of jail he would once again be walking down the sidewalk with his ragtag group of boys, trying to intimate the citizens of the town.

After the trial Joe asked Vic to become an auxiliary police officer. Vic hesitated, but Joe assured him that an auxiliary police officer was a normal citizen and he could do any thing he wanted to except commit a crime. Vic laughed and asked just how much money was in the bank anyway.

One month later there were no signs of the Nazis returning. Sahar had learned enough English to start school. At first Sahar protested saying her duty was to Vic and her home. But Vic insisted that she go and that school was very important.

Sahar saw Vic's wisdom and she had a need to please him in every way, so she agreed. Vic knew that even though she was his lover, she needed to experience the joys of being a child as well as its tribulations.

Sahar starts school:

Sahar and Amber would be riding the same bus to school. As Sahar stepped on the bus wearing her hijab, all the other children were very curious about the new girl who was wearing strange clothing.

Sahar noticed all the females on the bus except Amber were wearing jeans or dresses that were much too short. Amber was wearing a head scarf and a sleeved long dress that was modest enough. But Sahar was becoming used to the differences between her and American girls. Perhaps she too would get a modest dress like Amber's to fit in better.

By the time the bus arrived at the school Sahar had met and talked to several of the other children on the bus. The children got off the bus and Sahar walked with Amber into the school. As they walked down the hallway many of the other students looked at Sahar with curiosity.

As they turned the corner to go to their class, Sahar noticed three boys walking towards her and Amber. One of the boys was wearing a brown shirt and a very strange armband.

"Be careful," Amber said.

Sahar was about to ask why, when the boy with the strange armband knocked the books out of a girl's arms. The girl was wearing a long dress and she had a scarf around her hair.

"That boy should be punished," Sahar said to Amber. "Come, let us help her," believing the girl to be Muslim.

Amber hesitated. She knew who the boy was and had the same thing happen to her. But when she saw Sahar moving to help the girl she moved too. As Sahar knelt to help the girl, the girl gave her a strange look as she noticed her hijab.

When all the books were back in the girl's hands Sahar said, "Assalamu Alaikum."

The girl answered, "Shalom."

"Are you a Jew?" Sahar asked, having heard that word before.

"Are you a Muslim?" the girl replied with a smile. "Come, we better hurry or we will be late for class."

As the girls quickly walked to their classroom the girl said, "My name is Miriam. What's yours?"

"Sahar."

"Sahar, that's a pretty name. What does it mean?"

"Star or dawn; you might say the morning star."

"The teacher has arranged for me, you and Amber to sit together. Don't you think that's cool?"

"Cool?" Sahar questioned."

"Good, great."

"Oh yes, I think it's cool." Sahar smiled, having met her first Jew and liking her.

The girls arrived at class just in time. The teacher called the class to order, and then asked Sahar to introduce herself to the class.

Never having spoken to some many people Sahar was a little embarrassed. Then she heard Miriam say, "Don't worry, it will be cool."

Sahar smiled and went to the front of the class. Sahar told the class her name and where she was from, then she said, "And I live with a great American army warrior and his name is Vic Harden."

She was just supposed to say Vic's name but she did not see him that way. Then she heard someone say, "Bullshit."

She looked towards the back of the class and saw the boy who had knocked the books out of Miriam's hands.

Then she heard the teacher say, "Herman Günter, I have warned you before. Now go to the principal's office."

"Sand nigger lover!" the boy shouted, jumping to his feet.

Sahar saw another boy jump up, a black boy. The boy turned and said, "Günter, you want to call me that?"

She saw the boy in the back of the room hang his head very low as if he was afraid of the black boy.

Then she heard the teacher say, "Joe Bets, sit down. Herman Günter, leave the room this instant."

The boy in the back of the room gave the black boy a very strange look. She could see that the look made the black boy very angry, but he did not say anything to the other boy.

This was all very confusing to Sahar. She could not quite figure out what was going on.

Later at lunch Sahar, Amber, and Miriam were sitting together at the same table. Sahar turned to Miriam and asked, "Who was the boy at the back of the class?"

"Oh," said Miriam, "His dad is a Nazi and so is he."

"Nazi? What is that?"

Miriam was shocked and said, "You have never heard about Nazis?"

Sahar was about to say 'no' when she heard, "Assalamu Alaikum."

She turned her head and saw the boy the teacher called Joe Bets. Then she heard the boy say, "Did I get that right?"

"Yes you did. Salam Alaikum."

"Good. I have been practicing all week. My dad is a friend of your Vic Harden and my dad told me to look after you."

"Look after me?"

"You know, protect you from guys like Günter."

"I see. Can you protect Miriam and Amber too?"

"From Günter? Sure, any day."

"Good."

"Look I have to go. I will see you on Saturday then. And don't worry, the hot dogs will be kosher." Joe said and joined his other friends.

Vic had told her that they were going to a BBQ on Saturday but she had forgotten. And she had no idea what the words 'kosher' or what 'hot dogs' meant. She turned to Miriam and said, "I do not understand the meaning of the words kosher or hot dogs."

"Hot dogs are little round tubes of meat and kosher is a Jewish word that means the hot dogs will have no pork in them." Miriam giggled.

"No pork? You mean Jews don't eat pork either?"

"Well some Jews do these days, but not orthodox Jews like me." Miriam explained.

Sahar had many questions but she had to say her noon prayers and eat. She decided to ask Vic her questions later that night.

After school Sahar told Vic about her day. She then asked him many questions. Vic seeing that it was going to take some time to explain some of the things Sahar had asked him suggested that they skip making dinner and go to a nice Greek restaurant for dinner.

It took some time for Vic to explain the complicated issues of Nazis, terrorism, and hate. Sahar soaked it all in.

And that night, instead of making love Sahar fell asleep in Vic's arms. It had been a busy day for the young Muslim girl. She decided to do what Vic had suggested. She would leave the decision as to who was good and who was evil in the hands of Allah. However she had decided that there was definitely no place in paradise for people who hate, or who kill women and children in the name of Allah.

She also decided that America was truly a unique country to have so many people living there with so many diverse ideas and opinions, with the freedom to express each and every one. The last thing she decided was like the many other people who had come to America she too would try to fit in.

The next day at the BBQ Sahar had a wonderful time. Vic on the other hand was met with a barrage of questions from Joe Jr. Vic tried to answer as best as he could. When the BBQ was over Sahar suggested to Vic that he should have a BBQ and invite the Amir's, the Bets, and Miriam and her parents.

Vic said that was a great idea and Joe Sr. said he would be glad to help Vic do the cooking, all kosher of course. Everyone giggled.

The return of the Nazis or the battle for the center of town:

It was 3:00pm and Vic and Joe were sitting in the coffee house. The 3:00pm coffee break was now a ritual for the two men. Tom Hoffman was at the hospital awaiting the birth of his first child.

Walking across the street there were two crotchety old women who loved to argue with each other. But they had been doing that since the sixties when they were young teenage girls and good friends. One was black and the other was white.

In the sixties they were the hushed talk of the town. Now in the zeros they were accepted as just two old lesbians who were loving, but disagreeable living together.

Joe saw the men first and said, "Do you think you can take a guy about 6'8" and around 300 lbs.?"

"I don't know, I have never tried," Vic smiled thinking it was some kind of joke.

Joe was about to say something, but he saw the two old women walking not that far away from a group of four men wearing the black uniforms of the SS led by Günter and another man who was about 6'8" tall and weighed about 300 lbs. There were six men altogether.

"Shit, we better go," Joe said seeing the old women. He knew that the old women were not likely to move out of the way for anyone.

Joe jumped out of his chair. Vic turned his head and saw the reason for Joe's agitation and quickly got out of his chair. The two men walked out the door of the coffee house. They were about to walk across the street when Vic said, "Joe, wait."

Joe looked at him and Vic said, "You better get rid of that hog leg colt."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that." Joe replied, knowing that force could only be met with reasonable force.

Joe quickly returned to his police car, opened the front door, removed his weapon and dropped it on the front floor board. He locked the car door and the two men started across the street.

"By the way, how much does an auxiliary police officer get paid?" Vic asked.

"Nothing, I told you that," Joe replied.

"Maybe I should have robbed the bank," Vic said, trying to lighten up the moment.

The two old women never saw the men and their black uniforms. They were too busy arguing.

All of a sudden the two women heard, "Out of my way, you worthless nigger bitch!" The two women stopped arguing with each other and turned their vile on the large man.

Being who he was, the 6' 8" man was not about to take anything like that from a black woman. He shoved the woman as hard as he could, breaking the woman's shoulder and sending her flying some three feet into the air. The woman landed hard on the sidewalk breaking both of her hips. Günter laughed like a drunken idiot. Then he heard, "You are under arrest."

"Oh look, the little nigger pig and his nigger-loving friend are going to arrest us." he said.

The other Nazis chuckled. They would deal with these two local pigs easily.

"Look you tub of shit, I am not a nigger lover. I AM A NIGGER! Now like the man said, you are under arrest." Vic said.

The 6'8" man charged at Vic. With a well-placed kick, Vic smashed the man's knee cap. The man fell forward. Vic dodged out of his way and drove his fist into the man's spleen.

The 6'8" man's face smashed into the concrete sidewalk. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." Vic said, repeating the old cliché.

Günter yelled, "Get them!"

The other four men figuring they had nothing to lose charged toward Vic and Joe. Günter ran in the opposite direction. Vic took on three of them leaving one for Joe. Vic having more expertise, and being in better shape than his old friend, in no time at all had all three men moaning in pain on the concrete sidewalk.

Vic turned towards Joe who had his nightstick out and was about to smash his man across the face. "Joe, don't!" Vic said.

Joe looked at Vic and said, "I am not going to kill him. I just want to rearrange his jaw."

"Well then, go right ahead." Vic smiled.

Joe swung his nightstick at the dazed man. The nightstick struck the man in the lower jaw. In small pieces the man's teeth exploded out of his mouth and his jaw hung loosely on the left side of his face.

"What do you think?" Joe asked Vic.

"A definite improvement," Vic smiled.

Two minutes later one of the other three police cars arrived on the scene. Not much later all of the police cars and the paramedics arrived. The Nazis were taken to the county jail and the fallen woman was taken to the hospital.

After it was all over, Joe put his arm around Vic's shoulder and Vic put his arm around Joe's shoulder. Together they walked back to the coffee shop, to the cheers of the crowd that had gathered to see what was going on.

As they walked Joe said, "You know, if you rob the bank I will have to arrest you."

Vic just laughed.

Vic and Joe believed that they had not done anything out of the ordinary and they never told their immediate families about the incident with the Nazis. But in a few days what they had done was all over town. It was Joe Jr. who asked his dad what happened, trying to find out the truth about the incident.

Joe told his son it was no big deal, that he and Vic just arrested a couple of Nazis who assaulted two old women.

"Please dad, tell me everything." his son asked, wanting to know all the details.

Joe told his son the whole story except for the part about rearranging the man's jaw.

When he was done Joe Jr. asked, "Are you sure the guy Vic beat was only 6'8" tall? Everyone says he was at least 7 feet tall."

"Well son," his dad answered, "You know how rumors go. I will bet in a month's time the guy will be at least 10 feet tall and there will be 10 men instead of the 5 that were actually there."

Joe Jr. laughed.

The NSM crossed the small town off their list of towns to infiltrate. Harold Günter was found dead several days later. Somehow he managed to wind up on the wrong side of the tracks in the wrong town for a racist who was dressed in a Nazi SS uniform. His wife and son moved out of town and into a small NSM compound.

Sahar lived happily in America with all her new friends and her hard man with a soft heart.

As for Vic, what began as a debt of honor to a dying young soldier became the joy of his life. He called in the last of the IOUs owed to him by several generals and the mosque was built in one month's time.

On Fridays he would go to the mosque with Sahar but much to her dismay he always sat in the visitors' section.

Did he finally convert? Well I will leave that up to you.

THE END Assalamu Alaikum and you say----------.

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