index


Message-ID: <61727asstr$1321917001@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Uncle Sky<Uncle_Sky@home.alone.invalid>
Subject: {ASSM} RP: Sam Knight Case Three 6/9 by Uncle Sky (Mf, Mm, mf, coer, bdsm)
Lines: 455
Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2011 18:10:01 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


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 Three (Mf, Mm, mf, coer, bdsm)
   by Uncle Sky

What Possible Excuse

Chapter 06

It was kind of last minute planning, but I didn't think that would be a
problem. My target was not dangerous to an adult male. It was Driscoll, and
I was pretty sure she wasn't. I needed to wrap up this case the next
morning, and if I wanted all the perp's caught, I needed more info. This
looked to me like a way to get it.

First, I needed to call Wilson. I used his personal cell number.

"Wilson."

"Hi. It's Sam."

"What's up, Sam?"

"Did you get that group organized that I asked for?"

"Sure did. You need us now?"

"Not yet. I will need you in the morning. Early. Probably around
seven-thirty. Can you be ready around seven, just in case?"

"No problem, Sam. Where will you need us?"

"I think if you gather at the Southland Shopping Center, you'll be close
enough to get where I need you in just a couple of minutes. Bring the
wagon. If all goes well, you'll have around eight to transport."

"Okay. Do we need anything special?"

"I don't think so. I'll have things pretty much covered. One more thing,
though. Keep this quiet. No notice to any outside your group. There will be
some very high powered people asking questions and fighting this when it
breaks. But don't worry about it. I'll have all the evidence you'll need to
lock these bastards up for a long time."

"I'll take your word for it, Sam. We'll be ready. Just call me on this cell
when you're ready."

"Thanks, Wilson. See you in the morning."

"No problem, Sam. Good night."

We hung up, and I opened the case file to get the address I needed. Once I
got that, I opened Google Street View and looked at the building I was
going to. It was an apartment complex. There were two three story buildings
with thirty apartments in each one. Each apartment had a private entrance
on the outside. The apartment I wanted was on the ground floor at the very
end by the stairs. There was a vacant lot at that end of the building, on
the other side of a four-foot-high wall. Between the wall and building was
a very small playground area for tenants, then a sidewalk along side the
building. I was hoping that it would be dark at that end of the complex. I
could see a light fixture on the end of the building. It didn't look very
big, so I might be able to slip by without being seen.

I thought I had covered about everything, but then had an idea. I sat down
and e-mailed Amber. I asked her to review the tapes from the shack and make
me a still picture of each of the perps in the act of abusing one of the
kids. I wanted them to be easily identified and no doubt what they were
doing. I asked her to blur out the faces of the victims for now. I wanted
them when I dropped by in the morning if possible. That way, I would have
something to give the police when they arrested the scumbags.

I closed down the computer and went to my room to get my bag ready. I used
a black gym bag to carry what I needed. I loaded the bag with a black ski
mask, a plain black jacket, my plain black running shoes, my automatic, two
pairs of latex gloves, a small pellet pistol, a small pen light, a pair of
handcuffs, my lock picks, a couple of pens, and a pad of paper. I thought
about it for a few minutes and then added a small recorder and a small
digital camera. That should do it. I got out my clothes for the mission and
put them on the bed for later. I would wear a pair of black slacks. For
traveling to and from the scene, I would wear a colorful sport shirt and a
pair of dress loafers. Covered with my jacket the shirt would not be seen,
but if I was seen in my car in the area or was stopped, anyone seeing the
shirt and shoes would think I couldn't be the one who was at the apartment.

I thought I was ready, so I went to check on the girls. I found them in the
living room, watching tv.

"Hey, there, it's bed time, girls."

Ginger answered, "We were just waiting to say good night to you, Sam. I saw
you were busy and didn't want to bother you."

With that they came over to me and each hugged and kissed me on the cheek
and said good night. Ginger again warned me to be careful, and I promised I
would. They skipped off to bed. I saw that Rose was going into Ginger's
room again, so I guessed she still was a little scared.

I sat down and watched the tv for a bit. Well, I really didn't see what I
was watching. I was going over my plans for the mission while I waited for
Jennie. I guess I dozed for a while because I was awakened by a knock at
the front door. I checked and then opened it to let Jennie in.

"Hi, Jennie. Thanks for coming."

"No problem, Sam. What's up?"

"Mainly I want you to be here to protect the girls. I don't expect any
trouble, but I'd rather not leave them alone, especially Rose. She's still
pretty frightened."

I went on to tell her where I was going and when I expected to be back.
It's always good to let someone know when you go on a black bag op like
this.

"You are the only one who knows about this. If I don't get back in a
reasonable time, call Mike and fill him in. Oh, and while I'm gone please
leave the tv on. If the girls wake up they will know you are here and all
is well."

"Will do, Sam. You don't really expect any trouble, do you?"

"NO. Driscoll is a submissive and should be easy to handle."

Jennie sat down and started to surf tv channels, and I went to get dressed.

I hit the bathroom before I got dressed. I didn't want to find myself doing
the pee pee dance in the middle of the op. By the time I was ready to
leave, it was almost midnight.

I said goodbye to Jennie and went out the door. I heard the deadbolt slide
home as I walked away.

I recognized the car Jennie had come in. It was a plain-looking older-model
Chevy. It had a powerful engine in case I needed to make a fast getaway. It
also had a hidden switch that would cut off the engine if I needed to make
it look like I was having car trouble. The windows were tinted so it was
hard to see into it. That would make changing my clothes and getting ready
a little safer.

It wasn't too far to Driscoll's complex. I drove normally, staying with the
traffic and not doing anything to attract attention. I drove around the
block when I got there to see how things looked. The street behind the
complex was dark and only had a couple of cars parked on it. They were not
close to where I wanted to park. The complex parking lots were a little
over half full and there didn't seem to be any activity outside. Most of
the apartments were dark.

I went back around the block and parked by the vacant lot that bordered the
complex. I sat there for a few minutes to see if anyone was around to
notice me. All was quiet. I quickly tucked in my shirt and put on my
jacket. I slipped my Glock into the right hand pocket and the pellet gun
into the left one. I changed my shoes and put the lockpicks in my shirt
pocket. Last of all, I put on the ski mask and the gloves. I was ready. I
checked around outside again and still saw nobody moving around or watching
from any window. If anyone saw me now, I was toast.

I walked through the lot toward the wall that I needed to climb over. The
lot was very dark and had a lot of junk lying around. I had to be very
careful where I stepped. When I got to the wall, I moved to a spot near
Driscoll's apartment. I stopped to check for anyone who might see me and
saw no movement or open windows. There were no lights in any apartment, but
the one on the side of the building was brighter than I expected. It really
lit up the area. I took out the pellet gun and rested it on the wall. I
took careful aim and fired at the light. I was lucky and hit it with the
first shot. It made some noise, but not too much, and nobody seemed to be
looking to see what had happened.

I climbed over the wall and headed for the stairs. The moon was bright
enough to let me see without tripping. I stopped in front of the apartment.
I listened at the door, but all was quiet. I had a lot of practice, so it
only took a minute to open the lock. I waited a moment to see if she heard
me, but there was no sound from inside. I quietly opened the door and
slipped inside, closing the door without a sound.

I used my pen light to check the layout. I was in the living room. There
was an open kitchen ahead and to the right, and a hall straight ahead. I
carefully crossed the room and went down the hall. There was a door on each
side about ten feet down. They were both open, and I could see the one on
the right was the bathroom and the other was her bedroom. Driscoll was
sleeping on a full-size bed. The blankets were down, and she was wearing a
fairly sexy looking gown. She was not a bad looking woman but not my type.
I moved over to the bed and watched her for a minute. She was sleeping
soundly.

I shined the light on her face and placed my hand over her mouth. That woke
her up, and her eyes popped open with a look of terror. She started to
struggle a bit.

"Don't move and you will not be hurt. Do as you're told, and this will be
over very quickly. Now, let's see if Gerard has trained you well. Get out
of bed and assume the position as you would for him."

I could see she was startled by the mention of Gerard. I moved back, took
my Glock out of my pocket, and held it where she could see it. She
hesitated for a moment, and I shouted at her, "Get moving, Bitch!"

That seemed to do the trick, as she slid out of the bed quickly and in a
moment was on her knees on the floor, head down and hands behind her back.

"That's better. You will obey me as if I were Gerard. If not, you will be
punished. I didn't bring a paddle like the one he uses on you, but I'll
make do with this gun if I have to. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"YES, WHAT!"

"Yes, Master."

I had her. She was shaking like a leaf and was obviously terrified. I hated
treating a woman like this, even her. But it was the only way I could get
what I wanted.

"Now, you listen to me. I know all about you and you partners and the boys
at school. I know what you are doing and who you are doing it to. I want in
on that prime pussy, and you are going to arrange it for me. Where is your
phone?"

She pointed to a small desk over by the wall.

"Do you have the numbers of all your partners?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. You are going to call each of them and tell them it is urgent that
they meet you at the shack at seven-thirty tomorrow morning. Say what ever
you have to, but do not tell them about me. Do not tell them that you have
called the others, either. I want all of them there when I arrive so I can
convince them they need to accept me. You must make them believe that it is
very important. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"I know who these people are, so don't try to leave anyone out. Call all of
them, including the boys. Understand? Good. Now, take a moment to think
about what to say, then make the first call."

"Yes, Master."

She seemed to have calmed down a bit, and I needed to establish more
control over her. I hated to do it, but I just reminded myself of what I
had watched her do that afternoon.

"Stand up and bend over the bed."

She quickly stood and bent over the bed with her ass in the air. I slipped
my belt off and pulled her gown up. She wasn't wearing any panties, so her
bare ass was there waiting for her punishment. Without warning I brought
the belt down on her ass with moderate force. She flinched but made no
sound.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Bitch?"

She hesitated for a moment and then it came to her what I wanted.

"One. Thank you, Master."

I gave her a total of five strokes, and she counted and thanked me after
each one. I couldn't go any further. I didn't hit her very hard, but her
ass was still red. I also noticed her pussy was dripping. I could smell her
arousal, but instead of being a turn on it, was making me sick.

"That was just a sample of what you will get if you fail me. Now, get over
to the desk and start calling. Tell me which one you are going to call
before you do."

"Yes, Master."

I got my pad and pen out of my bag and followed her over to the desk. There
was a small lamp on the desk, which I turned on so she could see to dial. I
stood behind her, and as she dialed I wrote down the name and number.

She called Whittaker first. He must have argued at first because she had to
beg and finally got him to agree. Next was Gerard. That call was pretty
much the same. When that was over, I asked her a few questions after
starting the recorder.

Next, she called someone named Bert Wiswall. Then it was Charley Pelham. I
didn't let on that I didn't know them. I'd find out who they were later.
That was the last of them. She had used a different approach with each one.
She was strict with the boys and sounded equal with a couple and begging
with one. I just hoped it worked.

"Is there anyone else involved?"

"No, Master."

"Tell me the names of as many of your victims as you can remember."

She proceeded to tell me the names of ten girls and four boys. She
mentioned that a couple of them were willing and not forced. When she
mentioned Rose, I had my fist cocked back and ready before I realized it. I
managed to restrain myself, but just barely. She missed a black eye or
broken jaw by a fraction of a second.

"Who chooses the ones to get?"

"Any of us, Master. When we make a pick, we just text the others and tell
them who and when."

I needed to get out of there. I could smell her arousal and wanted no part
of that.

"Okay. Get in bed and go back to sleep. I'm leaving, and I better see all
of you in the morning."

I turned to leave as she was getting in bed when I heard her speak.

"Master?"

"What?"

"May I cum now, please?"

"No!"

I could see she was not happy about that, but I didn't care. I made sure I
had everything and I got out of there as fast as I could. In very short
order I was over the wall. I wanted to vomit, but I didn't want to leave
any evidence I was there, so I kept it down and moved faster. I stayed in
the shadows as I neared the street where I had parked. There was no sign of
anyone around, so I slipped into the car and changed back into my other
clothes. I put all my equipment into the bag and on the floor in the back
seat.

The trip home was short and uneventful. I tapped lightly on the front door,
and Jennie opened it after looking out the peep hole. She closed the door
and locked it. Before she could say anything I dashed into the bathroom and
vomited into the john. After a couple of minutes, I was able to clean up
and return to the living room. Jennie looked a little worried.

"Are you okay? How did it go?"

"I'm better now. Overall, I think it went very well. It just left me with a
very bad taste in my mouth. I got a couple of more names and arranged for
all of them to be at the shack at seven-thirty am. If all goes as planned,
they will be very upset and may say some things that will incriminate
themselves or each other."

"Great! What do you want me to do?"

"Well, if you don't mind I'd like you to stay over and then take Rose to
the office, then take Ginger to school before you show up at the High
School. I expect you will get there just as things are going down, and if
you linger around the office area, you may see or hear something. Do you
think you can manage all that?"

"Sure. I have my school clothes at the office and can change there. We'll
have to leave early, but that's okay. Instead of me driving Ginger to
school, I think it would be better if I had someone from the office drive
us both. We are cousins, after all."

She was grinning as she said that.

"You're right. I forgot about that. I'm going to take a shower, then do a
little work before turning in. I feel dirty after what I just did. How
about you sleep in my bed, and I'll sack out on the couch? That way I can
work a while without bothering you."

"If you insist. I don't mind a bed instead of a couch."

I went in and took a long, hot shower, but still didn't feel clean. When I
finished I dressed in sweats, grabbed a pillow, and went out to the living
room. Jennie went in and got ready for bed. A few minutes later I heard her
whisper "Good night, Sam," and then close the bed room door.

After turning off the tv, I sat down at the computer and opened the case
file. I wrote a quick report of what I had done without mentioning the
details, then looked up the staff list from the High School. I found Pelham
right at the top. He was the Principal, and further down was Wiswall. He
was the Head of High School Security. They had all the power they needed to
run things and to cover up anything they needed to. I was going to be glad
to see them go down.

I was beat, so I stretched out on the couch and dozed off. I didn't sleep
well and then was awakened by a scream and a thud. I jumped up and ran
toward the bedrooms. As I approached, I saw Rose standing in the doorway of
Ginger's room, looking terrified and pointing at my room. I could hear
crying.

"Stay here, Rose, I'm sure it's okay." I didn't really believe that, but
needed to calm her.

I pushed open the door to my room and flipped on the lights. What I saw was
trouble, no doubt about it.

Jennie was sitting up in bed, aiming her gun at Ginger with one hand and
holding the sheet up over her breasts with the other. Ginger was huddled on
the floor several feet from the bed. She was wearing a filmy nightgown,
which was pulled up, and nothing else.

"Jennie, safe the gun!" I shouted as I ran over to Ginger and took her into
my arms. I watched as Jennie lowered her gun, and I saw her flip the safety
on. She was shaking, and her eyes were as big as saucers.

Jennie was saying, "Oh my God! Oh my God!" over and over. Ginger was
saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over. And I was nearly speechless.
I figured I was in deep shit and had no idea how I was going to get out of
it. Jennie was too smart for me to bullshit her.

"Shh, it'll be okay, Ginger. Stop crying, now."

"Jennie, it's almost time to get up any way, so why don't you have a quick
shower to help calm you down and get dressed. When you're ready, come out
to the kitchen, and we'll talk over breakfast." She nodded, and I picked
Ginger up and left the room.

I sat down at the kitchen table with Ginger in my lap. "Now, sweetheart,
tell me what happened."

"I (sniff) woke up and saw it was almost morning. (sniff) Rose was still
sleeping, so I thought I'd (sniff, sniff) sneak in and give you a wake up
blow job. When I slipped into your bed, I reached down where I thought your
crotch would be and touched you, only it wasn't you. I'm so sorry, Sam. I
didn't know it wasn't you."

Tears were running down her cheeks again as she clung to me and sobbed. I
tried to comfort her but was not doing too well. What was I going to do
now? Would I lose Ginger? Would I end up in jail? I wanted to cry, too.

End of chapter 06.

Comments to: Uncle_Sky2004 at Yahoo dot com

Just a note to my readers. Those of us who write the stories you like to
read have received and continue to receive a lot of support from ASSTR
(Alt.Sex.Stories.Text.Repository). The major thing they do for us is
archive our stories and make them available to you the readers. This is
a non-profit organization and is staffed by volunteers. The operation is
costly and the only income they have is from donations. That being the
case, I ask that you consider making a donation if you have enjoyed my
stories. It will help to make sure they remain available for all to read
free. You can find out about donating at this link:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html

Thank you.

-- 
Uncle Sky

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+