The Black Burqa part seven
by Diana the Valkyrie



Ayesha

The Black Burqas have attracted the notice of the patriarchy. I
know this because they sent a man dressed in a black burqa with the
intention of signing up. So they found a short guy, got him to talk
in a squeaky voice and to walk without stamping his feet. He lasted
about five minutes. He wasn't even able to lift 100 kilograms,
so we ripped off his burqa and checked his genitals. Busted!

Some of the sisters were all for punishing him severely and sending
him on his way, a few wanted to kill him, but Sfiyah came up with a
very clever idea. "We can keep him, and use him to feed misleading
information back to his bosses."

"Never," he said, "I won't betray my brothers." "Then you're no
use to us," said Sfiyah, "give him to Basma, she'll play with him
for a while and then kill him." Basma lifted her face veil, showed
her teeth in a chilling grin, and licked her lips. Then she pulled
out her tiny, but very sharp, knife.

"What do you want me to do?" asked the terrified man. "Give him to
me," I said, "I'll look after him, and if he resists, Basma, you
can have him."  Basma really hates men, and enjoys hurting them;
long term. He'd probably lose his sanity after a few weeks. But
I'd take care of him, and he'd be great as a double agent.

So I took him home. Raafid wanted to know who she was, and why she
was in his home? "Your home?" I asked. "Your home," he amended. "And
mind your own business, this is Black Burqa business." Raafid shut
up. He knew his place, and definitely didn't want a couple of Black
Burqas on his case. And for obvious reasons, he thought that the
person in this particular black burqa was a woman.

"What's your name," I asked my fearful captive. "Abdullah," he
replied. "So now you're also my slave," I told him. "And you will
continue to wear your burqa and pose as a woman." Abdullah swallowed
and nodded.

I interrogated him about his mission, and how he was to report
back to his superiors. As we talked, I held his hand, squeezing
very gently by with the implied threat that I could crush it like
a toothpaste tube.  And I reminded him about Basma, and her tiny,
but very sharp, knife.  So he told me everything, and he was too
terror-stricken to make up any lies.


Abdullah

It was a stupid plan to start with. How was I supposed to pass myself
off as one of these awful Black Burqa women? And it didn't take long.
As soon as they saw that I couldn't even lift their smallest weight,
I was rumbled.

At first, I was in fear of my life, but they soon made it clear
that there were worse things than death. There was one woman with
a frightful smile and sharp little knife, who looked like she'd
welcome the chance to carve off bits of my body. So I told her
everything I knew, and she said she'd think about what to do with me.

Ayesha

Sfiyah said we can use him as a double agent. I asked what that
meant, and she explained, "We give him whatever information we
want the patriarchy to have. So, if we're going to do an action
at some place, he tells them that we're going to some other place,
so they get ready at the wrong place."

Clever. Sfiyah is full of little dodges like that. And his fear of
Basma would keep him doing as he is told. And the patriarchy are
so full of themselves that they won't be able to imagine that we
could be so devious.

So we got him to tell the patriarchy that he's successfully
infiltrated the Black Burqas, and if they send more spies, he'll
help them get established.  And, of course, they swallowed the bait,
hook, line and sinker.

Abdullah

Yes, I told them that I was on the inside now, and that I'd help
any more spies get going. They gave me a burner phone and a secret
password, and that anyone who used that password was one of us. "The
moonlight is bright tonight". Easy to remember.

I felt bad about betraying the people they'd be sending, but I
imagined what that horrid woman with her sharp little knife would
do to me, and that was in addition to the injuries that I'd get
at the hands of the big strong one; my hand was still hurting from
when she had crushed it.



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