Not Quite a White Knight Bk. 02 Pt. 02

After the occupants were sleeping the SUV and my pickup were moved to a garage off the 3rd floor of the parking ramp. From there the unconscious bodies were carted to the barracks prison where they were stripped, bandaged and secured firmly to uncomfortable boards. Various devices were attached. Some of those devices were medical in nature, like heartbeat monitor and IV. Other devices allowed high voltage to visit delicate body parts, causing lights to dim and folks to scream soprano, it is really special for morale. Sometimes people have to be inspired to talk reasonably and stop cursing.

I called the mansion. Captain wanted to be briefed and supervise things so he arrived in my Porsche, which I then drove to work. My men would take their time with our guests, making sure they got more than enough water to drink. Much more water, with questions added.

Strapped to a board, then given lots of water, I was sure they would figure things out soon enough. Then once the light dawned they would talk... or my boys would add more water.

The guy with the AK-47 had Sunset Shark tats, so right away he was signed up for extra water to make him comfortable - sharks gotta swim you know - I had to show respect. The two backseat boys showed tats that used to represent Black Kings, which didn't matter any more. Maybe we would be pals and remove those skin blemishes. They would be given a chance to answer questions just the same. The driver was a puzzle, he wasn't from around here. Eventually one of my guys from 49, a black guy named Wilhelm who had joined up about a year ago, identified him as being from the Bay area. There he was a free-lance-wheelman named Polk Peterson who got unlucky in Oakland and had to move suddenly or else somebody would stop him moving. He was looking to catch on here in LA. Well, he got caught. It changed his luck. His problems in this life would soon be over.

Finally, in the back of the SUV, was one very shaken black lady, mid 20s, okay looking but not really hot any more, with a slut stamp that said "Return to Black Kings After EXCESS Abuse." This was all her fault, but we did not know that at the time. Still, the guys had to remove her clothing to make sure there were no hidden wounds or weapons. She was still out when they found a nasty razor hidden in what is usually a friendly body orifice. Maybe she didn't have room in her purse. We did not want her to hurt herself so she was attached to a board and got all the same considerations as her friends. My boys told her that despite the slut stamp she would not be abused in any special ways just because she was a woman; she would get the same treatment as her friends.

The SUV they used was stolen 3 months ago by the Black Kings as part of business as usual, it was in a storage unit ever since. The plates were originals, which was dumb. Polk the driver had tweaked the trucks performance using a laptop and a black-market program to mess with the engine's onboard computer, increasing horsepower and voiding the warranty. Otherwise the vehicle was stock before it was shot up, killing the resale value.

Tango and my uncle the Captain called me at my office with a preliminary report after the initial questioning: some got water and some got juice. There was no immediate or organized danger, from the partial stories so far it was looking like an improbable case of mistaken identity meeting life in the fast lane under the influence of stupid, misguided ambition, but that was not the whole story and they knew it. The shooters were actually convinced I was a boss with the Crystal Aztexs. (That was officially Tony's job.) The Shark had put together the op without the blessing of his boss Shark, he was trying to get a promotion by showing initiative after a recent demotion. The name Darnel did come up, embellished with bad words, but there was nothing recent there - the guy's last contact with Darnel was a week or two before the "Gracie" incident; he was moving spoiled grass at the time. The others were just shooters pissed off at the world in general and Crystal Aztexs in particular. They were looking to shoot somebody who looked Mexican. I don't look Mexican, but then, they could not see me, only my truck. Some Chevy trucks are made in Mexico, maybe that was it. Otherwise the stories were disjointed and unbelievable, so they would be on a "lots of water" regime until they gave up something solid.

My troops needed some practice at active pain management anyways, and there are never enough worthy volunteers for that. I try to give them what they need. The next set of questions would require the subjects to name some names and specific places.

I knew my soldiers were always off-balance about questioning women. So I told the Captain to use Zar if he needed. Zar loved me fiercely and had no sense of chivalry or restraint towards her own sex. When Zar arrived her first order was to carefully cut the girl's hair completely off; she was playing a hunch. Damn, the guys found another razor in there! This girl was tricky. We wrote up a new SOP for females. Zar took some time but using some large spiders for inspiration she eventually discovered the girl had an interesting special trick.

Since it did not look like a continuing threat, I made had some phone calls I needed to make: Detroit, the airport, Brisk and Zar.

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Back at the office I got on to the boring water rights stuff, I was trying to figure out how far the left-leaning 9th Circuit would come down on the inevitable appeal. So far I had two of the judges leaning so far left they would rule right. Three others would see it as normal business with an expected leftward slant. If they drew those two judges on the first appeal (unlikely, but possible) it would get very expensive, would slow down everything by a decade, and change the odds from 3 to 1 going one way to 5 to 1 the other.

Such analysis is why my law firm gets paid the big bucks.

It was a short night cut shorter by the excitement, so I did not stay long. I had Li in for a coffee break, but we just talked and drank scotch while I petted her charming little body and made her feel appreciated. Actually I was saving my spunk for Sam, but I kept that to myself.

Li's big news was how the Car Czar was wasting everyone's time complaining about some computer thing screwing him up, he was so distracted he was thinking of early retirement, which he could not afford. It was understandable, he was going through Mac-withdrawal. I would have Sam give him his Mac back after the proper amount of suffering; I might even take credit for it and thereby earn his eternal gratitude. One never knows when "good friends in low places" might help.

Her other news was that senior management was doing more planning meetings than usual. Like they were short staffed. It was costing the firm billable hours. I almost said that was going to get worse.

Li reminded me of our date Wednesday - I would have her all to myself for 24 hours. "All four foot eight for 24 hours?" I asked.

She laughed at the line. "You know better, I am four feet NINE inches."

"I must have you confused with somebody at another place I work."

She squawked at that and gave me a playful punch. She was looking forward to lots of time having "unspeakable things done" to her "tender parts by a certain part of my body" and in conjunction with my "naughty sex devices" to hold her for "my special molesting pleasures." She almost got off saying that stuff to me, she had been dreaming about it since she made the offer. I said she wasn't the only one.

I was looking forward to it also.

I asked her about Resha's situation, both at home and work. She filled me in on a little more background and gave me the name of her baby daddy to look up. It sounded familiar.

It was, it involved some paperwork I did for Witness Protection. It is always a bad idea to mess with the Marshals, as a second chance escape from bad folks they really are the best in the world. But they can only do so much, and if I was lucky this idiot's oversized ego as the second coming of Michael Jordan was too big for them to keep down.

The guy was extra stupid, so I got lucky, but it took some time.

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Chapter 10. Stranger and the Knight

Saturday May 24 late morning and early afternoon

Fort Zero

At the office I really had to book some serious hours on the water rights. I got enough done so I billed 8 hours of work as 16 hours including "outside" time spent. Based on the work I could have listed more, but then I would have to justify.

With my hours in I returned to my Fort. I did resume my habit of changing vehicles at the Batcave, I was going to be cautious. As long as I was at the Batcave I also stopped in at Sam's office and on checked things. Wiretop was awake and terrified to see me drop in, but I confined myself to Red and Brisk who were chatting and getting along well. I had never been with a woman with one leg, and I bet Red had a bed in that van of hers. There had been no calls, which was good news. Then I was off for the Fort and the further pleasures of Sam's body.

At the Fort I slipped on some night-vision equipment. The room was not absolute pitch-black, call it dark as a starry night in the woods.

Sam, sleeping after sex, is honestly one of the most attractive woman I know. She is not normally that attractive, but relaxed and languid in post-sexual repose she looks incredibly inviting, sexy, and so fucking happy. She radiates a sort of a happy innocence appropriate for the fabled Garden of Eden.

She was spread out on the bed, taking up most of the space, sprawling without a bit of covers. Both of her holes were showing signs of hard use, they were dripping, were still distended, and were red, rubbed raw from repeated fucking by the guy we sometimes called Uncle Stumpy. Qwit earned the nickname that summer when Sam lived with us because his cock is a bit shorter than us, but very wide. As I looked I saw dried cum around Sam's mouth, so I guess all three of her holes had seen some Stumpy overnight.

While her body was very sexy, the sexiest thing was Sam's expression. She had this smile, not an innocent smile, more like she was having a very sexy dream, and if it became reality she would not mind a bit. As I looked at her it was no wonder that the nobs at her former crash pad jumped her body in her sleep at least once a day. Heck, it really surprised me that it was only once a day.

Qwit was curled up in the corner of the oversize bed, Sam's normal sprawling sleep position is not conducive to sharing cuddles. Still, he looked happy.

Just looking at Sam grabbed my balls enough so I had to have her. I took everything off and slipped my cock into her soft, warm body without disturbing anyone's sleep. The way Sam was spread out on her side and belly I decided to straddle her leg and introduce my cock into her pussy slowly, sort of sideways from behind. Damn, it felt good going in, so smooth, open and well-lubricated. Like warm liquid velvet made by Qwit and Sam together, it was virtually without friction for my cock to enter. Also loose, but I could deal, Stumpy didn't go as deep as I did. She is used to night visitors so she did not stir until my second stroke, and then she woke with a giggle at finding it was not a dream; she was really being fucked yet again. "Oh no, another nob is raping poor little me in the night!" She was smiling and did not open her eyes. She giggled more two strokes later, then started to look a little confused at something. In her confusion she finally opened an eye, popping her dream like a bubble. She did not see one of her rapist nerds, like her dream. She did not see Uncle Stumpy, like her last dream.

She saw it was me and when she figured that out - it took a moment - she was entirely delighted. I used a gruff voice and told her to keep her eyes closed, didn't she know she was being raped yet again? I was trying to get smart, like a computer nob. "Can't you tell?"

She giggled like I had merged with her dream, then closed the eye, shifted her body a touch, refocused on the feeling and gave a squeeze with her pussy muscles. She murmured, "I am sure some princely white knight, or at least a GREY knight, will save me THIS time. I mean, it is about time!"

I appreciated her little play on words. Damn, it was nice to be inside her.

For me too.

I moved. The bed moved. She made very happy noises. Repeat. Qwit woke soon after that, with hand signals he asked if I wanted to be alone with her, but I invited him to join in the fun. I could see at a glance, his old feelings for her had reignited and flared brighter during their night together. His desire was obvious too, I even wondered if I should leave them. But she felt too good, plus that would upset both of them, so I soldered on, keeping my cock stoking inside her like they both expected.

The things I do for my people.

Qwit moved around the bed so his cock passed close to Sam's mouth. She must have felt where he was. Whup! She just needed to open one eye for an instant before she swallowed his erection like a hungry trout taking a worm. She was delighted to grab his fat sausage so we were all enjoying some easy pleasure together.

Looking at the desire writ broadly on his face, I realized that Qwit was going to ask for a transfer; if he was posted at the Batcave he could have Sam every night. Heck, he could make her happy three times a day. He might even ask for pink. That idea was an okay plan as far as it went, but I decided it would not happen until after Tango's wedding in mid July, when some other issues were settled. By then I could bring another indian or three from the mountain plus get Courm back, allowing Qwit to be with Sam full-time - I would assign him as a driver - without leaving any of his responsibilities uncovered.

An ongoing relationship for them was the big prize, both Sam and Qwit deserved a chance at it plus it would improve the security of my position to have Sam protected full-time over the next year or so. In fact, the same logic applied to Abril and, when she came back, Gracie. If it worked for Sam and Qwit, if they really were long-term, then as his elder (even if he was my uncle and was 15 years older than me) I could order Qwit to marry Sam. He loved her, that was clear. Given a chance he would ask me for the favor, making an addition to my own indian colony here in LA. I had an idea percolating in the back of my mind, and this was a step in the right direction.

Sam felt very good to my cock, but she was loose and slick, so I was not going to get off quick. Plus I had other ideas.

Qwit was hard so I moved Sam to her back, to the missionary position, then I picked up the pace. Good girl, she kept her eyes closed. The movement naturally dislodged Qwit. After a few minutes of hard fucking I pulled out and let Qwit in. A few words in his native tongue clarified things.

Sam did not know what we were saying, but whatever it was it sure felt good when Qwit took over, stroking in and out of her happy pussy, so she did not object. When Qwit moved to pull his cock out for my turn she held him tight and instead urged him on, to finish her. I nodded approval, so he gave her plenty to work with. She had a very delightful climax on his cock. He happily road it out with a kiss, and when she was done I took over again. I put my lips to her nipple, it was screaming for some abuse... at least, I thought it was. We alternated for her next few climaxes, with one of us fucking her the other could play with her nipples (me), kiss her (him), and whisper sweet nothings while nibbling her ear (both). This did not hurt her enjoyment. She began to get off pretty regular with each of us as we kept alternating. With her eyes closed she soon lost track, and didn't care who was in her.

By taking turns cooling our cocks off we kept things going for about 40 minutes, alternating on her so she enjoyed it all. Then, when I started to feel the time was right for me, I pulled rank, turned her butt over and entered her pussy from behind, saying that this time I was "going to get mine like a nob."

She replied, "For that you would need to use your little finger instead of your lance." Then she gasped as I entered. When I do it right my mother taught me how rear entry can make me feel much bigger.

My rear entry changed the feeling for both of us. She was still in quite a state but it shifted more towards passion. Her pussy and her body tried to make the most of the moment, she arched and squeezed her pussy and generally carried on working with my cock, urging me to cum in her pussy hard. Well, when a woman asks sincerely, with such feeling, a man just has to give her what she wants. I exploded into her, a big one that she really teed off with.

I let us both work out the shocks and the aftershocks, then I rolled off and Qwit mounted right up while she was still quivering. Except Sam wanted Qwit face to face, so after a minute they shifted. With a smooth move on her part - it was like her hip was double-jointed - they worked that out. When they got settled she was in cowgirl, eyes wide open and hungry, looking down at him with her love shining through... and maybe a little bit like that spider that devourers it's mate during mating. They were so intense towards each other I almost felt like I should leave. It took them a little longer to get where they were going, but when they did it really looked wonderful. I found out later that was Qwit's third load with Sam in the last 8 hours. But he was good for one more.

We all collapsed for a time, maybe Sam collapsed with her pussy over Qwit's mouth, I guess she wanted to help him replenish supplies. At the same time I got her mouth for gentle "thank you so much" kisses. I am sure that wasn't fair, I just wasn't sure who was getting the better deal.

After we had a bit of energy I dragged Sam into the shower for some hugging and kissing and cleaning. When I was done Qwit took over hugging, kissing and cleaning her while I put a breakfast together. I told them not to hurry. They didn't. There were a lot of whispers and giggles coming from the shower.

Waffles and bacon make a good breakfast, and the bacon sizzling drowns out the intimate sounds and loving whispers from the other room.

After we ate and rested and talked about nothing important she asked if, before our most delightful date ended, there was time for one more exercise. She wanted a DP with us. She had not had the real thing in both holes (as opposed to a toy or two) for a decade.

"Who do you want where?" I asked. I knew the answer, but I wanted her to say it.

"Well, if it is all the same to you... and I mean, this is your date, so you have to tell me.. but I was thinking... well, maybe hoping... with all things considered... maybe I was kind of hoping for your longer stroke in back..." she said diplomatically. "Stumpy is sort of wide for my back if you are in front... If it is all the same to you."

Yeah, she and Qwit were going to ask me about getting married, I figured it would be about six months. She might even propose, to both him and me. Likely to me first. Especially after she met Abril and Cynthia and Gracie got back.

I wondered about a "cupid' routine for the proposal and/or the wedding. Valentine's day might be too far... maybe Halloween? I imagined Resha and Cynthia and Abril and Zar in skimpy cupid costumes, with Marta and me on thrones doing the honors and all the indians from LA and Detroit in attendance.

Back to her DP idea, it seemed like a good way to finish the date with smiles all around. It also brought some good memories, my first DP was with Marta and Qwit. In addition, my first DP with another woman was that Summer, when I had both Sam and Qwit. Both were good memories that we shared. So we went back to the bed and made everybody happy. Sam got on her knees to stiffen us up with her naughty mouth, but that was no trouble, we both wanted her.