Not Quite a White Knight Book 5
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Chapter 23. C’est La Vie
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23. C’est La Vie - Our Hero returns from the Auction/Orgy with a naked guest, the tall dark and beautiful Jessica Stern. She joins them for nights of pleasant instructional sex. Later she has an overnight with Li at a club. Resha + Irene each love 30 hour Princely dates. Sin-Sin flies to Peru for unimagined sex at a wedding. Prince gives Pope grappa + whip payback. Darnel is taken, gives up a fortune, then Prince + Red get D + Doria sex w/ a shark happy meal. Bente takes naughty pics of the girls for the Patron.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Crime Workplace Sharing Wife Watching Incest Father Daughter Cousins Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Swinging Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Male Hispanic Female Indian Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Royalty
Tuesday September 16, 2008
Late at the Safe House
After Doria’s call pleading for help I continued on toward the my Fort where Joe Pope should be awake. I really felt it was time to share the “Why” with him. Soon, that would not be an option.
It was about 68 hours after Joe got his “Z” from the bullwhip. Most of that time had been spent asleep, with significant healing taking place. But now it was time for a little talk. While he was asleep Joe was redressed by my guys, he was wearing his casual clothes from his car which would make things easier when the time came. He was strapped in an Audi car seat with a 6-point harness that was mounted on a wheelchair chassis, so the blood would settle properly, it is not an exact science but was one of the first things they checked. Looking at his back, one could not tell if the whip wounds were three days old or twice that, being asleep really aided healing. It was good enough, Joe wasn’t worth another night of my time.
I had obtained Joe’s favorite brand of grappa and he felt a straw in his mouth to drink it. After a hesitant taste he drank, he had not connected the last drink with the sleepers I put in, the brain is not good with last minute things, he blamed it of something at dinner. I left him alone until he finished the equivalent of the first glass. He was bagged but as far as I could tell he enjoyed the drink.
I switched him to the drug/grappa mix as I started talking.
“Let me refresh that for you, it is good stuff. I know using a straw is so wrong, but I have my reasons. I’ll have some too.” We both paused a moment, as if I was refilling his glass and I drinking the same stuff.
“I suppose you are wondering what you are doing here. Well, it is not too complicated, it is because of Amy, and how you treated her. But I must say that it is a little bit complicated because it is not quite the reason you might think, there is a question of motivation at play. I will start by saying that I am a criminal of the very serious sort. The fatal sort. It was pure luck but when I was at ‘Chronis’ that night I recognized Amy first from her magnificent boots and then by the triangle of birthmarks on her shoulder. I had kissed those birth marks lovingly in the past, at a moment of pleasant sexual release, so they are significant. Naturally I ordered the numbskull with the whip to cease and desist, had the curtain lowered and got her out of there.”
Joe got a little agitated at that.
“Yes, that manager probably told you such a thing could not happen unless I paid a great deal of cash, more than any reasonable man would carry. I had a crew who handled the hired muscle, and my gun to settle any dispute. When I spoke to the owner - he knew my reputation - naturally he declined to accept any money but instead made Amy his gift to me. That should tell you something. He knows what any offense to my wishes would bring ... so he wanted to make me happy. It is because I am a very serious criminal and he liked breathing.”
I changed his drink mix a little bit more. He kept drinking.
“Now, the complicated thing you must understand is that criminals like me have a different view of their possessions, which is what Amy became to me when she enjoyed my cock several times for her pleasure and mine. Not in the way you think of a woman, like a wife or a playmate or a sexual partner. I really don’t feel that way about any woman, it is a known flaw in my character. Instead she became my property, my possession. So do the math, you paid to have my property abused. I really had no choice.”
That was when I turned off the voice modifier and used my own voice. “You set me up to put my cock into Amy’s wonderful body, more than once, so we made a solid connection. There was a third person, another of my women, who also enjoyed a connection. I am a thief so that connection made Amy’s body my property. What you did to her after, out of your greed and deficiency as a human, merits only one answer from a person like me. I don’t like killing, wet work is work. This ... well, this and the coverup, has taken far too much of my valuable time. But for some insults, in my life, it is the only answer.”
I waited for him to stop coughing and sputtering. It took some time.