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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Sam Knight Case Two 1/9 by Uncle Sky (Mg, gf, ped, cons,)
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WINNER AUGUST 2004 SILVER CLITORIDES AWARD FOR BEST STORY

Warning! This is an adult story. It was written for adults on an adult
topic. It contains graphic descriptions of sex acts. These acts may
involve pre-teens having sex with adults. If you object to this type of
material or if you are under the legal age to read such material in your
area, please leave now. All others please continue and enjoy yourselves.

This story is mine alone and I ask that you respect that. I retain the
copyright but give permission for this story to be posted in any group
or web site so long as it is completely free and nobody profits from it.
I also ask that my credits and intro remain a part of it when it is
posted.

The following story is a fantasy. It never happened. It takes place
completely in that dark part of my mind where I store my fantasies. No
real children were hurt or even took part in the writing of this story.
Please do not try this at home.

Sam Knight Case Two

Never Any Excuse Chapter 01 (Mg, gf, ped, cons,)
        by Uncle Sky (Edited by R Hoisington)

I was driving slowly along one of the busiest of our city streets in
a pouring rain. It was hard to see anything. Then I spotted a little
figure stumbling along on the sidewalk. I looked closer as I passed
and saw it was a very young girl. She wasn't dressed for the weather.
I could see she was soaked and shivering.

I was suddenly taken back in time. It was about two years ago that I
had seen another little girl in much the same condition. That time I
had been walking with my head down and ran into her, knocking her to
the pavement. Her name was Cheryl and she had been beaten and raped.
I took her in and cared for her. The man who was responsible for her
condition paid for it. But that was another story. I told about it in
"No Excuse" and won't go there again.

The memory caused me to want to help. I quickly turned right at the
next corner and went around the block. When I got back she was still
stumbling along. I pulled over and stopped just ahead of her. As she
neared the car I rolled the window down and called out to her.

"Can I give you a ride?"

She looked over at me with a fear in her eyes that I recognized. She
just stood there for a moment.

"Come on. I won't hurt you, and you obviously need help. I used to
be a policeman so I know what I see. Get in."

I emphasized the last two words a little to make it sound like an
order, not a request. I had a feeling she would respond to that, and
I was right. She walked over to the car, and as I opened the door she
slipped in and closed it. She sat as far away from me as she could,
huddled against the door.

"Where do you live, little one?"

Her eyes told me more than she was willing to. There was no answer
as she watched me closely. I looked her over and saw the signs of
abuse. She didn't look as bad as Cheryl had, but she was hurting and
tired and hungry I was sure.

"Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

She quickly shook her head no. There was no way she wanted to go to
any hospital. Was Cheryl's story about to play out again?

"You must tell me where you're going. There must be someone who
takes care of you and will miss you. Please tell me where to take
you."

She continued to study me and after a minute she finally opened her
mouth, and I heard a tiny voice croak out a defiant yet fearful
answer.

"I won't tell you! You can't make me go back! I'm running far away
where they can't find me!"

"Okay, then I won't try to take you back. Tell me your name and I'll
take you some place safe and warm."

"Ginger."

"Okay, Ginger. I know just the place for you. It's nice, and they
help little girls who need to be looked after."

She still looked frightened but didn't object. I reached in the back
seat and got a blanket to cover her. She took it and pulled it
closely around her. Damn but she looked so much like Cheryl that
first time I saw her.

I guess I should fill you in a little on the background. I was once
a police officer who quit the force before they could fire me. I had
hit a superior for what most believed was a good reason. I started my
own security firm and was doing very well when I met Cheryl. She had
been almost ten at the time and needed help. She got it from my
friends and me. In the end she stayed with me, and I became her legal
guardian. After a short time we became lovers.

In the two years since then my security company had grown to be the
biggest and best in the city. Some say in the state. I had taken some
time off after Cheryl became a part of my life. I wasn't needed at
the company since I had good people who could run it for me. After a
few months I realized I had too much time on my hands with Cheryl in
school. I went back to my office and spoke with Mike, my VP of
Operations and good friend. We talked for some time and finally he
came up with just the right idea.

"You have the biggest and best security operation around, Sam. You
have a good law enforcement background and a lot of employees with
the same kind of qualifications. You also have a lot of contacts in
both law enforcement and among criminals. I think you should form a
separate department in the company. You can handle it yourself at
first and use any employees from the security side that you need."

"What are you talking about Mike?"

"Private investigations. Get your detective's license and start
taking jobs from all the people who ask us all the time for
recommendations. There's a lot out there, and with your rep they'd be
begging you for help in no time."

He had been right. I took his suggestion and started my own
detective agency working out of my old office at the security
company. As soon as the word got out that I had my license I was
swamped with calls. A lot of them came from my old friends on the
force. Others came from customers of my company. A few even came from
people I had helped who were on the other side of the law. I had a
good reputation and that was all I needed. I soon had a small staff
and all the work I could handle.

That had all been a while ago, and I had made a lot more contacts
that would prove useful. One of those was Mother Mable. Mother Mable
ran a home for girls. Many of them were off the streets and some from
abusive homes. Her operation was private. I never could find out
where she got the money to run it. She had enough of everything but
not too much of anything. It was a nice, comfortable home where she
cared for about a dozen girls of different ages. I was sure she could
help Ginger.

"How old are you Ginger?"

I was surprised when she answered, "Thirteen."

She was very small for her age and didn't even seem to have any
breasts yet. I had guessed her at more like eleven or even younger.

"My name is Sam Knight and I'm going to take you to see Mother Mable. She
has a nice place and will take care of you."

Mother Mable is best described as your typical Jewish Mother. She
was in fact Jewish but her personality and actions are what make me
say that. Her appearance reminds me of Molly Goldberg on that old
radio show that moved to tv in the 50's. She is short and stocky with
dark hair and a smile that warms your heart when you see her. She
loves children and has dedicated her life to helping young girls in
need. Many a young girl had rested her head on Mother's ample breasts
and cried out her fears and pain. I knew Mother would want to help.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number. I had done some
work for Mother, and I knew she'd help if possible. Ginger still
watched me as if expecting me to jump at her or something.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mother. It's Sam. I have a thirteen year old girl in bad shape
that needs a place to stay. Can I bring her over?"

"Of course, Sam. Come right over. I'll call Doctor Jack to come take
a look at her. How long will it take you to get here?"

"About thirty minutes in this rain I think. I need to make one stop.
See you soon."

I had been on my way to pick Cheryl up from school, and since it was
on the way I decided to pick her up and take her along. It might make
Ginger feel safer having another young girl in the car. It was only a
few minutes until I pulled up in front of the school. I waited a
moment and then saw her running out from the entrance. I leaned over
and opened the back door for her.

Cheryl was a year younger than Ginger but looked older. She had
grown and filled out a lot in the last two years. As she climbed into
the car I could see the question on her face. I answered before she
could ask it.

"Cheryl, this is Ginger. She's in trouble and needs help. I'm taking
her to Mother Mable."

"Okay."

She smiled at Ginger and looked her over. I could see the worry in
her eyes. She recognized the signs of abuse that she had shown when
we met. Her smile was a little forced as she tried not to show her
old feelings.

"I'm glad to meet you Ginger. Sam is a good man, and he'll take care
of you. He helped me a couple of years ago, and you can trust him.
He's my Knight in shining armor. You're safe now." She laughed at the
play on my last name.

I sensed a little relaxing of Ginger's fear. Cheryl was good at
talking to other girls who were in need of help. She had been very
helpful with a couple of girls at Mother's before. Even without
Cheryl telling about her life they seemed to know she had been there
and would understand.

As I parked in front of Mother Mable's home I recognized Dr. Jack's
car. He was there ahead of me. I got out of the car and with help
from Cheryl, got Ginger to come with us into the house. I grabbed my
digital camera from the glove box as I got out. Mother and Jack were
at the door to meet us. I introduced everyone and then suggested that
Cheryl go with Doctor Jack and Ginger to the private room they used
for interviews. I asked Cheryl to take some pictures of Ginger for
the record. She knew what to do. I stayed and talked to Mother.

"The only thing I know so far, Mother, is her name is Ginger, and
she is afraid to go back to where ever she has been living. She looks
both neglected and abused to me. I think Jack will confirm that when
he finishes examining her."

"I'm sure you're right, Sam. After I get her cleaned up and fed I'll
see what I can get out of her. You want to be kept informed I assume?"

"Well, I guess so. I hadn't really thought about it. I guess since I
picked her up and brought her here, I'm responsible for her. You let
me know if you need anything. You have my number."

She smiled her big friendly smile. "I sure do. And I know your phone
number too."

We laughed together at her joke. It wasn't all a joke though. She
knew me better than you would think for the short time we had known
each other. If I'd been younger I'd have thought of her as a mother
substitute myself.

Dr. Jack came out before long and gave me the news. It was as I
expected. Ginger had been both physically and sexually abused. She
was also undernourished.

"There are no wounds that need treating with medication, but she
will need to be fed properly and taken care of. She needs love more
than anything right now. I suggest hot baths every night for a while
to help heal the bruises and ease the pain. Not as bad as Cheryl was
Sam, but bad enough."

Doctor Jack was an old friend. We had met when I was a cop and did
him a favor. When I had found Cheryl he had helped me care for her
off the books. Cheryl had taken to him right away and loved him. He
was an older man, and the girls all trusted him almost as soon as
they saw him. It was Cheryl who started calling him Doctor Jack, and
now all his special patients called him that. He had a good practice
that made him lots of money, so he never charged his special patients
as he called them.

The girls came out then, and Jack said good bye. Cheryl, as usual
gave him a big hug and a kiss. Ginger watched and then moved
tentatively over to hug him. It was a small hug but Jack smiled and
kissed her on the cheek. Then he left. I talked with Mother for a
bit, and then Cheryl and I left to go home. I told Ginger I'd be back
to visit her the next day and to ask Mother to call me if she needed
anything. She came over and gave me a little hug too. Then Cheryl
hugged her tightly and told her everything would be okay.

On the way home we talked about Ginger. Neither of us had gotten
much information out of her, but she seemed to be relaxing a little
by the time we left. I hoped to be able to get her story the next day
when I went to visit her.

I was glad to get home and get changed into something more casual. I
hate suits but my business sometimes requires that I wear one. That
day I had met with a client to give him the final report on my
investigation. He was pleased and wrote me a very large check on the
spot for the balance plus a bonus. It had been a long and difficult
case, and I was glad it was over so I could rest for a few days.

We had a nice supper, and then I helped Cheryl with her homework.
She didn't really need me. I think she let me help just to make me
feel good. After a while I went to my computer and started a file on
Ginger. It was a habit of mine to keep everything on record. I'd done
it with Cheryl and thought it was a good idea this time too. There
was not much to write yet, but I put down what had happened so far
and then added the pictures.

The pictures showed bruises all over Ginger's back and red marks on
her bottom. Cheryl had even been able to get some pictures of the
bruising on Ginger's privates. I asked her how she had managed to get
such personal pictures. She frowned.

"After Doctor Jack left the room I told her a little about what
happened to me. I told her we needed the pictures in case anyone
tried to say she was making up stories. She was embarrassed but let
me take them. I promised nobody but you would see them unless she
gave permission. She's really scared, Sam. I left my cell phone with
her and told her she could call me if she needed to talk or anything."

"That was a good idea. You did the right thing, sweetheart."

It was time for Cheryl's bath, and I was tired, too, so we headed
for the bedroom. The memories of how we met had gotten to both of us.
We hugged and kissed and then started to undress. Cheryl stopped me
and asked me to let her undress me. I agreed on the condition she let
me return the favor. She took her time and planted small kisses all
over me as she uncovered my bare skin. I did the same when it was my
turn.

She was not the same little girl that I had first fallen in love
with. She was taller and heavier and rounder, too. But it was all in
the right places. She even had started to develop nice little
titties. They were still small but enough to play with and suck on.
Her nipples had healed nicely and were very sensitive to my licking
and sucking. We both enjoyed a little playing around before we headed
for the bath.

I no longer knelt next to the tub to bathe her. The tub is large,
and since we were lovers any way, I got into the tub with her. I would
sit there with her between my legs, leaning back against my chest. It
was always fun and usually ended up with us making love after we
dried off. This night was no different. As we lay soaking in the nice
hot water, I played with her developing breasts. As I caressed them
her nipples grew plump and hard. She moaned as I rolled them between
my fingers and pinched them lightly. I reached down and slipped my
hand over her swollen pussy. She slid forward a bit more to make the
contact easier and the pressure more firm. That left a little space
between our bodies, and she slipped her hand behind her back and
found my cock already hard and erect. The feel of her little hand as
she gripped it was almost enough to set me off. Some how I managed to
restrain myself as she stroked slowly up and down my turgid member.
All the while I was stroking her slit. I had a finger between the
lips of her warm pussy and would run it up and down from her opening
to her clit and back again.

We were both getting very near orgasm, and she stopped just short of
getting me off. She turned in the water and kissed me gently on the
lips. It was a loving kiss but not a hot one. Without further comment
she picked up the wash cloth and started to wash me. It was sensuous,
and I enjoyed it a lot. When she finished I did the same for her.
Even though we had done this many times since she became my lover, it
was still very special and got us both very excited. We drained the
tub and rinsed off with the shower before we got out of the tub and
dried each other. As soon as I finished drying her sexy little body I
picked her up and carried her to our bed. She had her arms around my
neck, and when I put her down on the bed she just pulled me down on
top of her.

I began to kiss my way down from her lips past her neck and to her
breasts. As I started to nibble on one plump nipple she stopped me
and raised my head to look me in the eye.

"I'm ready Sam, and I know you are too. Please make love to me now.
Put that nice big dick into my little pussy and make me cum. Please
Sam, do it now."

I never could refuse Cheryl anything. I raised up and moved down
between her legs. She reached down and took hold of my dick, and
after sliding it up and down in her slit a few times to get it slick
with her juices, she placed the head at the opening to her hot little
channel. I pressed forward and it slid into her in one long smooth
stroke. She sighed as I hit bottom, and we paused for a moment to
savor the wonderful sensations of my dick being completely enclosed
in the heat and moisture. We could both feel the contact of every
part of our two organs. After a moment she pushed up with her hips as
a signal she wanted more, and I started to move. I started out slowly
and moved gently in and out, enjoying the feelings. She moaned and
groaned as my dick slid in and out. But it wasn't long before we
speeded up, and I began to stroke harder and faster. Cheryl had her
arms and legs wrapped around me and was matching my strokes. It
wasn't long before we both announced our impending climaxes.

"Are you close sweetheart? I'm ready to fill you with my cum."

"Yes, my love. Do it now. Fill me up with your hot juices. I want
you to cum for me now. I'm ready, too."

That was all I needed to hear, and I pressed in as hard and as far
as I could in one final stroke. I held myself deep within her hot
pussy as I began to pump out all the stored cum I had in my
tightening balls. She went over right after I started to fill her
with my hot cum. We both clung tightly to each other and enjoyed the
wonderful feelings that come from making love to that special person
in your life.

It seemed to take a long time but was over way too soon. We fell
apart and rested for a moment or two before she slid down and cleaned
my dick off with her wonderful little tongue and mouth. I was going
to return the favor but she stopped me, gently pulling my face up to
hers.

"Not this time, darling Sam. I want to let it soak in there. I love
feeling your stuff in me as I go off to sleep."

I couldn't argue with that, so I just wrapped my arms around her and
she got into our favorite sleeping position, spooned with her back to
me and with my dick tucked between her legs.

The next day was a Saturday, and I was looking forward to sleeping
in with my lover. I had been so busy on my last case that I hadn't
been able to enjoy time with her for too long. We were soon drifting
off to sleep, but just before she dozed off I heard Cheryl whisper to
me.

"I know you'll help Ginger, Sam. Do all you can for her. She needs
you."

"I will darling. I promise."

The end of chapter 01.

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