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Subject: {ASSM} Sam Knight Case Three 1/9 by Uncle Sky (Mf, Mm, mf, coer, bdsm)
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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.

CODE WARNING: The codes bdsm and Mm are included as a courtesy to readers.
There is only a small amount and it is included only to help make the story
work. I hope this does not stop you from reading the story. All codes are
for the whole story and are not indicative of every chapter.

NOTE: If you have not read the first two cases of Sam Knight you should do
  so before reading this one. Some of the same characters are involved and
  the events may be mentioned as well. Now on to Case Three from the files
  of Sam Knight.

Sam Knight Case Three (Mf, Mm, mf, coer, bdsm)

What Possible Excuse

Chapter 01

I was a little early when I arrived at the High School to pick up Ginger.
It was a dark and rainy day, and I wanted to be sure she didn't have to
wait in the rain and get soaked. Classes let out and the kids started to
pour out the doors and race for busses and cars. I spotted Ginger, and as
she ran toward the car I thought of how different she looked from the sad
and abused little girl I had first seen on a similar day over a year
earlier. She had experienced a growth spurt and was now about five feet
tall and had filled out to just under one hundred pounds. In addition, her
figure was much sexier, having small breasts and round hips.

I reached over and opened the passenger side door, and she slid in quickly.
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. A better kiss would have to
wait until we got home in private. We could not risk being seen acting like
the lovers we were.

After the kiss, Ginger sat back against the door and quietly watched me as
I drove us home. She was usually talkative but seemed distracted by
something that day.

"Is everything okay, sweetheart?"

She didn't seem very enthusiastic when she replied, "Sure". I knew there
was something but decided to wait for her to get around to telling me when
she was ready. I knew she would tell me immediately if there was a major
problem. Perhaps it was something to do with being a new freshman just
getting used to high school.

Our evening was about the same as always, except that I noticed Ginger
looking at me quite often with what seemed to me to be a searching
expression. I thought about asking again what was bothering her but decided
to let her deal with it and tell me when she was ready.

When it was time to turn in for the night, we cuddled in our big bed. I
kissed her, and she responded with passion. I knew the signs. She wanted
love, and I was more than willing to give it to her. I kissed her again
with a bit more energy and all the love I could put into it. My hands
caressed her body as we both felt the heat rise. She pressed herself
against me as if trying to melt into me. I sensed something different but
couldn't quite figure out what it was.

We continued our love making with kisses and touches and were soon both
ready for the final act of love. I started to move over her, but she pushed
me down and mounted me instead. She sometimes liked to be in charge, so I
wasn't too surprised by the move. She took hold of my cock and after
rubbing it through her slit to get it wet, inserted it in her dripping
pussy. In one sudden push down she had me seated all the way in with the
tip of my cock touching her cervix. She paused for a moment and then began
to ride me. Her rapid up and down movements seemed forced for some reason,
but the feeling was there as always, and I pressed back at each of her
downward thrusts. I reached up and played with her nipples. It was
something she enjoyed a lot, and I wanted to be sure she reached her climax
before I did.

I could see the sweat start to drip from her face as she worked hard to
bring us both off. Maybe too hard. I was again struck by the seeming
desperation in her actions. But there was no way I could stop to ask in the
middle of our great fuck. And that was what it was. A great fuck. Not
making love or having sex. It was a fast hard fuck. We did that at times
but this time it seemed wrong. But it was effective, and we both reached
orgasm very quickly.

As Ginger calmed down she lay on my chest, and we both were silent as we
regained our breath. Then I thought it was time to say something.

"Ginger love, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Didn't you like it?"

"Yes, dear. But you seemed to be working too hard, as if trying to hide
something. I've been watching you ever since I picked you up from school,
and there's something bothering you. You know you can always talk to me
about anything. Now, tell me what it is that has you upset."

"You know me too well. I can't hide anything from you, and I really don't
want to. But what I need to tell you may hurt you. It may cause bad
memories to make you sad, and I don't want to do that."

"Tell me anyway, my sweet. It will just make me sad if you don't let me
help with what ever is bothering you, so you may as well let it out."

I pulled her close and hugged her while I waited for her to tell me what it
was that had her so upset and afraid for me. After a few minutes, she
started.

"I have a message for you from Mary."

Mary was one of the girls I had rescued from criminals who had forced them
into prostitution. (See Case Two.) She was almost the same age as Ginger,
and they were very good friends. Mary and some of the other girls from that
group visited us and even slept over at times. What could be so bad about a
message from her?

"She has made some friends at school since you freed her and the others,
and she wanted me to tell you..."

Once again she hesitated. "Go on love. It'll be okay."

"She said to tell you that one of her friend needs a "Knight in Shining
Armor".

As she spoke that phrase, she tightened her grip on me, and I knew why she
had been afraid to tell me. The first little girl I had helped (see Case
One)was Cheryl. She had given me the nickname and told the other girls when
we helped them. They all thought it was fitting because of my name and what
I had done for them. But Cheryl had been killed, and her death had been
very hard for me to get over. I still missed her a lot and blamed myself
for her death. We had been lovers, just as Ginger and I were now. Ginger
knew that phrase would cause me to remember Cheryl and how she died and
would bring me pain. That's why she was holding me so tight now. It did,
indeed, bring tears to my eyes, but I needed to think of Ginger and also
Mary's friend.

"It's all right, love. Don't feel bad about reminding me. If someone needs
my help, I'll do what ever I can. Mary knows that name will tell me that
it's important or she wouldn't have used it. Now, what does she want me to
do? Should I call her or go see her?"

"I thought we could have a pajama party and invite Mary and the girls. Then
she can invite her friend, too, and you can talk to them both. She said she
couldn't tell me what it's about because she promised her friend she
wouldn't."

"That sounds good to me. You tell Mary at school tomorrow and let her
invite whoever she needs to. If the other girl's parents need to get in
touch, have them call me. They can talk to Mother as well if they need
reassurance that it's safe to let the girl stay here. Okay?"

That seemed to satisfy Ginger, and we cuddled some more until we finally
fell asleep. I must admit it took me a while. I was worried I was getting
into another bad situation that could endanger Ginger and Mary. But I had
told all the girls that they could call on me any time for help, so there
was no way I could refuse. I didn't sleep well that night.

The next morning Ginger asked how I was. She said she knew I hadn't slept
well and was worried. I assured her I was fine. It was Wednesday, and I
suggested that she set the pajama party for Friday. That way the girls
could hang around Saturday as well and still get home to do homework or
whatever else they needed to do before school Monday.

When I picked Ginger up after school she said she had told Mary, and she
was very pleased with the idea. Mary had already invited all the girls she
wanted to be there, and I would be hearing from Mother and the other girls'
parents soon. I decided not to wait for Mother to call. Mary and most of
the others who were invited still lived at Mother's Home For Girls. When we
got home, I picked up the phone and dialed Mother's number.

The phone rang twice, and then I heard Mother's voice.

"Yes, Sam. It's okay for the girls to all come over for the party. Do you
need anything?"

I laughed as I answered. "Boy, they didn't waste any time telling you did
they? I thought I was fast enough to talk to you first. Since so many are
coming, I think they should all bring their sleeping bags. I don't have
enough beds here for all of them even if they double up."

"Okay, but what about food and games and such?"

"No problem. I have all they need in the games department, and I'll get
plenty of snacks and soda as well as juice. I think pizza will be fine for
dinner since it's a party. I'll have someone from the office pick up your
girls in one of the company vans about five, if that's okay with you."

"That's fine. It'll give them time to clean up after school and gather
whatever they want to bring along. Just call if you think of anything else
you need. I think I'll go out to dinner with a friend. I don't get to do
that very often with all the girls here."

"Oh? Would that be a male friend?" Mother and I loved to kid each other. I
knew she was very unlikely to ever get involved seriously with a man. She
was too dedicated to her girls.

"That is none of your business you young whippersnapper. You just take care
of your own love life and don't worry about mine. And Sam..."

"Yes, Mother?"

"Thank you for helping Mary with whatever it is that's bothering her. I
don't know what it is, but I know she's upset and that you'll help if you
can."

"Yes, I will. If I can."

We exchanged small talk for a minute, and then Mother begged off so she
could get dinner started for the girls. We said goodbye. I was a little
surprised that Mary would not tell Mother what was wrong. The girls all
loved and trusted her, and it was very unusual for them to keep anything
from her.

I tried to put the problem out of my mind. I figured I'd find out on Friday
what the problem was and whether I was going to be able to help or not.

Thursday I was in my office just thinking of going out for lunch when my
phone rang. It was reception. Nobody got past security without clearance,
and they had an unscheduled couple wanting to see me.

"There's a Mr. and Mrs. Paulson here to see you Sam. Should I send them
up?"

"I don't recognize the name. Let me come down and meet them there."

I hung up and headed down to the main entrance. When I got there I saw a
nice looking couple that looked like they were in their early thirties. I
smiled and reached out to shake hands with the man.

"Hi. I'm Sam Knight. I understand you wanted to see me?"

The man answered. "Yes, Mr. Knight. I'm Dale Paulson, and this is my wife
Vickie. We'd like to talk to you for a minute about our daughter Rose if we
could. She's coming to your house for a pajama party tomorrow night, and we
needed to talk to you first."

"Certainly. Follow me, please."

I led them to my office and had them sit down on my couch where it was more
comfortable and informal. I offered them coffee or a drink and they
declined. I sat down in a chair near them so we could talk.

I smiled at them and got a very small smile back from Vickie. "Now, tell me
what's on your mind. And please call me Sam."

"Thank you, Sam. Please use our first names as well. It makes things a
little easier. I really don't know what to say."

"Well, just start out by telling what is bothering you. If it's about Rose
staying at my house, I can put you in touch with a few references that will
put your mind at ease."

"No, Sam. That's not it. We know from the papers who you are and that you
can be trusted. It's just that we think there is something wrong with Rose.
She used to have lots of friends and was very active and outgoing. But
since she started High School she has changed. She's very quiet and
withdrawn now and never goes anywhere. She seems sad all the time, and no
matter how hard we try she refuses to tell us what's bothering her. We've
talked to our family doctor and the school counselor, but they had no idea
what's going on either. Rose told us she's feeling fine and refused to go
to the doctor with us. We're at the end of our rope. We were hoping you
might be able to help. The party is the first thing she's done in ages, and
she seems very anxious to go. It's as if she _needs_ to go for some reason.
Do you think you can help?"

"Please?" Vickie pleaded. The look in her eyes pulled me in. She was
looking at me like I was some kind of hero. I'm not, and it made me a
little uncomfortable.

I thought about what Dale had said. It was obvious that what ever was
bothering Rose was what had started the whole thing. But, I didn't feel
that I could say anything to her parents yet. Just in case it was something
she would only tell me in confidence, I had to keep it quiet for the time
being.

"Dale, Vickie, I don't know if I can help, or not. I'll try. That's all I
can promise right now. If I can get her to talk to me about what's
bothering her, I will. Then I'll decide if I can help her. But I have to
tell you that if she asks for my help only on the condition that I don't
tell anyone, I may agree to that condition. If I do, the only way I'll
break my word to her is if it's the only way to help her and is urgent that
I do. In that case I'll explain it to her first and hopefully convince her
it's necessary. Can you accept that?"

Dale replied with some reluctance. "We have to. There seems to be no other
way to help her. We trust you after reading about what you did for those
other girls. Besides that, you have an excellent reputation as the best in
your field. So you have our agreement. Do you need a retainer or
something?"

"No, Dale. If I'm going to help Rose, I'll be working for her. Just to make
it legal, I'll take a nominal retainer from her if I need to. Maybe a
dollar but no more."

They both looked relieved, though Vickie seemed especially pleased, and
after we talked a little more, they left. I had a feeling this was going to
be another hard case. The fact that Rose would not tell anyone about her
problem but was looking forward to coming to my house led me to believe she
was ready to ask for help. If I could, I'd give her that help. I'm a soft
touch for little girls and they seem to know it as soon as they meet me.

I went back to work and tried to put Rose out of my mind for the time
being. I just didn't have enough information to make any conclusions as
yet. All I knew was that Rose needed help, and it was unlikely to be a
problem with her parents. I couldn't rule that out completely, but it was
unlikely from what I had seen and heard from them.

Friday arrived, and I took the afternoon off to get things ready. I went to
the market and stocked up on soft drinks and juice as well as all kinds of
chips and dips and snacks for the party. I also got extra eggs, bacon,
bread, cereal and milk for the girls to have for breakfast. When I got
home, I put the things in the kitchen and the refrigerator. I checked the
two bedrooms they'd be using and made sure there was room for the extra
sleeping bags on the floor. One room was supposed to be Ginger's and the
other was a guest room. They had a connecting door so it would seem as if
they were all together. Or if they wanted to they could all crash in the
larger of the rooms. I'd leave it up to them. My job was to stay out of the
way but be there if needed. A pajama party sucks if there's an adult
hanging around all the time.

Soon enough it was time to pick up Ginger. She was smiling and excited when
she got in the car. When we got home she rushed in to shower and change. In
no time at all she was out peeking through the curtains to see if her
guests were there yet. She was dressed in a modest pair of pj's that made
her look much younger than the little sex pot I was used to. It was just
the right thing for her party.

Mary and the girls from Mother's arrived first. I had all I could do to
keep Ginger from running out to meet them as soon as the van pulled up. We
met them at the door, and I was soon surrounded by giggling young ladies
all trying to hug me and kiss my cheek. I heard a "thank you" from each of
them as they took turns kissing me. I knew all these girls, and they had
been to my house before, so they made themselves at home right away. They
all rushed into Ginger's room carrying little over night bags and sleeping
bags and soon exited wearing a variety of night wear. Most were modest, but
a couple were short nighties with panties. I enjoyed the view for a moment.
I have a large screen TV and satellite connection, so MTV was on before I
had a chance to get out of the room.

Almost at once the doorbell rang. I returned to answer it and found Mary
had beat me to it. Another girl entered, and I could see her father out
front in a car. He waved and drove off. The same scene took place two more
times. Again I tried to get out of the way of the party.

A few minutes later the door bell rang again. I thought it would be Rose,
so I called for Mary to answer the door. As I returned to the front room I
saw Mary open the door and let a sad looking young teen enter. She was
about the same height and weight as Ginger but had ebony black hair, dark
brown eyes, and very light skin. She looked like a miniature Elvira except
for having very small breasts. As Mary pulled her inside, she turned and
waved at her dad. He drove off and Mary closed the door. First she
introduced Rose to the other girls. There were six besides Mary from
Mother's, the three that came separately, and, of course, Ginger. Rose knew
a couple of the girls but not all and didn't know Ginger except to see her
in the halls at school.

I just stood and watched as Mary and Rose moved through the room greeting
each girl. When they reached me, Mary spoke softly.

"Sam, this is Rose, the girl I wanted you to meet. Rose, this is Sam. He is
our 'Knight in Shining Armor' and our host for the party. He is a good man,
and you can trust him. He'll never break a promise and will help you if he
can."

Mary stepped forward and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, then moved
back a bit to see what Rose would do.

"Hello, Rose. I'm glad you could be here for the party. If there is
_anything_ you need, just ask me and I'll try to help you."

She looked at me with what I thought was hope in her eyes and whispered,
"Thank you, Mr. Knight," then reached out and touched my hand lightly. It
was very brief and I thought she looked a little scared.

"You're welcome, Rose. And please call me Sam. All the girls do. Mr. Knight
sounds like an old man, and I don't want to be old."

She smiled a little at that and said, "Okay, Sam".

Mary took Rose into Ginger's room to change. She emerged wearing a
neck-to-the-floor flannel gown that showed nothing of her youthful figure.
Mary pulled Rose back to the other girls, and they all started to babble at
once about the things that girls go on about. I took that as my signal to
make myself scarce. I went to my room and sat down at my computer to do a
little work. Even though it was noisy, I left the door open so I could tell
if I was needed or so anyone who wanted me could come find me. I expected
Rose to come see me, but there was no sign of her.

From time to time I peeked out in the other room to check on the girls.
They were dancing and talking and didn't seem to notice me, which was the
way I wanted it. Ginger was acting the part of hostess and kept the soda
and snacks available. When it was time for dinner, I went out and asked for
orders. They agreed on three different pizzas, and I called in the order.
By the time it arrived, we had napkins and drinks and trays all spread
around and ready. I joined them, and we scarfed down all three pizzas in no
time. The girls thanked me and helped Ginger clean up. Then it was back to
the fun and games. I left them to it and returned to my room.

I left it to the girls to decide when it was time to go to sleep. In the
end, they chose to crowd into the larger of the two rooms and sleep three
in the bed and the rest on the floor. When it got quiet, I peeked in to
make sure they were all set. I noticed that Rose was on the floor in a
sleeping bag near the door. I smiled at her as she looked up at me, and
then went back to my room.

I wasn't used to sleeping alone even though I did it when ever Ginger had
guests. I turned off all but my desk light and continued to work on my
computer. I'd been at it for a short time when I heard a noise behind me. I
turned to see Mary and Rose standing in the doorway. I guessed what they
were there for and invited them in. I was surprised when Mary turned and
closed the door. I stayed in my desk chair and motioned for them to sit on
the bed. Mary was holding Rose's hand and sitting close for support. Rose
was looking down at the floor and seemed to be having trouble speaking.

"Rose, dear. Look at me please."

Her head came up and I saw the fear in her eyes behind tears.

"It's okay. I know you have a problem and need my help. But if you want my
help you're going to have to tell me what's wrong. I promise you I'll help
if I can, and I won't tell anyone what you tell me unless you say it's
okay. Now do you believe me and trust me?"

I could barely hear her small voice as she answered.

"Yes, Sam."  She inhaled and sighed. The soft sound was louder than her
words. "I... I trust you because... well, the girls have told me how you
helped them."  She paused again, as if looking for the words.  Or for
courage. "It's just so hard to talk about it. Mary is the only one I've
talked to, and even she doesn't know everything."

Mary looked surprised at that but didn't say anything.

"Would you feel better if Mary left us alone to talk in private?"

I saw a moment of panic cross her face, and then she calmed again.

"No. That's okay. I feel better with her here. I know she's my friend and
will never tell."

"Okay, then. Start at the beginning and tell me what it is that has you so
upset."

Rose just sat on the bed gripping Mary's hand as she tried to get started
telling me her problem. It was obvious that what ever the problem, it was
going to be hard for her to tell me. After a minute of watching her stare
at her feet, I decided to try and help by asking questions."

"Tell me, Rose, is this something that happened to you at home?"

Her head jerked up and her eyes locked on mine. "Oh, no, Sam. It happened
at school."

"Is it something that a teacher did or a student?"

She hesitated and then replied. "Both, I guess."

"And what ever it is embarrasses you doesn't it?"

"Yes," she whispered.

I decided to take a chance and jump right to the worst possible answer. "Is
it something about sex?"

She seemed very surprised that I asked that. She glanced at Mary as if to
ask if she had told me.

"No, Rose. Mary, didn't betray you. I guessed by the way you are acting.
Now, go ahead and tell me what happened. I won't think you are bad or did
anything wrong. But I need to know all the details so I can see if there's
a way I can help you."

End of chapter 01.

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