Knight Rider 2010
Trapping Knight With A Queen
Written
by
Ldydeb
Chapter Four
The next morning Michael and Selena drove to the Foundation together. Michael wanted to discuss Patrick's attack on Selena; but he was afraid to upset her. There had been several times during the night that Michael had to quiet the nightmares the plagued Selena's mind. He had heard her talking, crying, then screaming in her sleep. Her fears for her sisters, for himself kept playing themselves out. Selena was only quieted when tightly curled up within the safety of Michael's arms. She had even reached out to him just as another nightmare started, waking Michael briefly. When morning finally arrived, Michael awoke to find Selena already awake, breakfast ready to eat, and the clothes he'd worn the night before cleaned and folded waiting for him to dress in them again. Her mood was stormy, yet every time she looked at him he found her to be wistful and sad.
Selena sensed his struggle, but remained silent. Her nerves felt too fragile to deal with the questions Michael wanted to ask. She too remembered the many times she awoke hearing Patrick's threats; the gun shots; bits of the video he'd shown her of a woman being hunted, caught, raped, and beaten, then imagining herself as his prey; and then hearing her own voice screaming as all those things blended together in her mind. Each time Michael had been there to calm, sooth, and help her feel safe again. He stroked her hair until she fell asleep again. When the morning sun penetrated her eyes, Selena stirred finding Michael still wrapped around her and her own arms holding one of his arms just as tightly. The comforter was tangled around them. She laid there for several long wonderful minutes studying Michael's sleeping face, wondering how he could be so generous to her when she had lied to him and now needed him to protect her because of that lie. She was torn between wanting to let herself love Michael Knight and wanting to run from him. She didn't want to think about what had happened between them, just remember it for what it was...a wonderful dream. The only thing that mattered to her while they drove was getting to the Foundation to see her sisters. Watching ahead, she saw the Foundation's gates coming into view. Afraid of the answer, she hesitantly looked down at her hands and requested, "Michael, Please don't say anything to Devon about last night in front of the girls. I don't want to scare them."
Michael responded, "Are you going to stay at the Foundation until this thing is over?"
Selena answered, "I'm thinking about taking my sisters out to my aunts. We would be safe there."
Michael protested, "You should stay here, Selena. You'll be where I can keep an eye on you, and I was hoping you'd continue to help me with my investigation."
KITT parked in front of the mansion's entrance as Selena replied, "I'll think about it, Michael." They walked silently to the entrance and then separated at the top of the stairs. Michael watched her disappear down the hallway that led to the guestrooms and he knew that she was bordering on the edge. He could see the battle that was waging between fight or flight, and sanity or insanity. He knew that Patrick would try to use her again and that he would push her over that edge to do it. He must prevent that at all costs. Michael continued down the opposite hallway toward Devon's office. He wanted to tell Devon about last night's events before Selena came back.
On the other side of the mansion, Selena met Bonnie in her sisters' room. Relieved that they were safe from last night's bad dream, she hugged them both very tightly. Concern for their continued safety sparked an idea and she went in search of Devon. She found him deep in conversation with Michael. She asked, "Excuse me. Devon, can the girls stay here today instead of going to their activities?"
Devon suggested, "I think it would be unwise for you to disrupt their routines. We'll make sure they stay safe while at school."
Selena argued, "But it is Saturday. There won't be a full staff at school, especially security. The bus won't even be there to bring them home. One of the mothers, Mrs. Tomb is suppose to bring them home for me."
Devon asked, "Can you trust this woman?"
"Yes, but?"
Devon promised, "Your sister's lives should not be disrupted any more than they already have been. Making them give up their favorite activities would cause them undo worry. I promise to have someone watching them while they are there and to follow them home. Then you and Michael can be there to pick them up. Does that make you feel better?"
After thinking it over, she realized that he might be right. She left the room to get her sisters ready to leave. After they had been taken care of and were on their way to school, Selena and Michael waited in Devon's office for an update of their situation.
Uncharacteristically, Devon angrily threw open his office door and slightly marched into the room. He was holding a police report and the anger he felt was evident in his expression. He requested, "Selena, I would like you to stay here with your sisters until this thing is settled."
"What's happened, Devon?"
Trying to check his temper so that he could think clearly, Devon informed, "It seems Patrick Judson Jr. was a very busy man last night. He has completely proved his capacity for evil. I've already sent extra people to watch the school and your sisters."
Michael and Selena looked at each other and knew what Devon was referring to. Michael asked again, "What has happened, Devon?"
Devon answered, "The police found Caiti's body at a local shooting range this morning. It was just as Selena predicted." He evaded her worried eyes as he continued, "I guess that barbarian found it fun to terrorize you while brutally torturing and killing Caiti."
The danger that she was in sank further into her mind and she remembered the threats her midnight caller had made. "What have I done?" she thought. She excused herself for a second and escaped to the hallway; her mind wrestling with all she had just heard. Leaning on a wall, she let her tears fall as she clearly imagined what Patrick had done to her best friend. Two sides of her conscience were at war with each other. One was warning her to get away from Michael, Devon, and the Foundation. It warned her against testifying against Patrick and continuing to investigate him. The other reminded her that she owed it to Caiti to stick it out and fight Patrick until she brought him down. She felt very alone and very tired of everything that she had been through.
While she worked to put herself back together, Devon and Michael continued to discuss the case inside the office. Devon warned, "Michael, I don't want you to let Selena out of your sight. I also do not want you to go pushing this Judson character around either. Right now, he has some powerful connections and so we have to be very careful. She is the only concrete evidence we have. I don't want anything to happen to her because she cooperated with us."
Michael responded, "Don't worry, Devon. I will be careful. Judson seems to have a passion for playing games. Well he's gone too far this time and I am going to check-mate his king before he does anything else."
Selena came back into the office before Devon could retaliate on Michael's remark. She agreed to stay at the Foundation until it was safe to go home again. Devon instructed Michael to stay with Selena while she prepared to move some of her things into one of the guesthouses on the property. He added that Michael should keep in touch incase they needed him for the investigation. Michael saw the tension in Selena and he knew he needed to help her release some of it before she exploded. He suggested that they go have fun instead of running errands.
However, after they had gotten out of Devon's presence and were seated in KITT, Michael began to describe to Selena a plan he had been hatching inside. He asked, "Does Patrick Sr. know that Patrick suspects him as a spy too?"
Selena responded, "I don't know. I have been worried about him. Patrick would not spare his own father to avoid being caught."
Michael asked, "Do you think you could handle seeing Patrick again in order to warn his father? Will you be safe up there?"
Selena thought about it for a second and too readily agreed. She wanted Patrick to know that his little prank last night did not make her want to come back to him. She wanted to rub it in his face that she was going to beat him and win his game.
When they arrived at Judson International, Michael had second thoughts and began to protest that he should go with her. Selena refused because she didn't want any trouble happening between him and Patrick. She told him that she was going up there on the pretense of cleaning out her desk, so she should not have any problems. Again Michael asked her if she was sure she would be all right. The memory of the previous night's escapade burned all to clear in his mind. She shrugged, "What could be more safe than an office full of other employees who know nothing of Patrick's secret deals." Apprehensively, Michael let her go even though he experienced a feeling of "deja vue" as he watched her disappear behind the glass doors.
On the fourth floor, Selena took a cleansing breath of courage and then waltzed in as if it was just another day. She stopped and gossiped for a few seconds with a couple of friends. A couple of them inquired why she was late. One girl in particular warned, "Where have you been, Selena? Senior Judson was furious when you and Caiti didn't show up this morning."
Selena answered, "I had a few errands to run." She looked around and asked, "Has Patrick come in yet?"
The girl answered, "Oh yes, he's here. For some reason he's been acting overly arrogant and pushy."
Selena watched Patrick, his father and his two business partners come into her office. She saw his confident, cruel mouth form a smile in her direction. She disgustedly informed, "Well, I've got a cure for that attitude." She excused herself from her friend and walked over to her desk. She pretended not to notice the people around her, but listened intently to their conversation in the hope that she would hear some information for Michael. She pulled out her garbage can and began cleaning her desk.
Patrick Sr. watched her with curiosity and then unbelief when she took out a box and began to put her personal items into it. He asked, "Miss Kirk, what are you doing?"
Selena responded, "Patrick didn't tell you? I quit last night."
From her expression when she said "Patrick", he could tell that something was very wrong. He wanted to ask her about it, but did not want to endanger them to his son. He replied, "I am sorry, Selena. Is there anything that I can do for you?"
She quickly jotted down a note of warning, as she answered, "No, I just took the advice of a good friend yesterday and found a better position with a company that will benefit my sisters as well." She watched Patrick as she took hold of his father's hand and slipped him the note. She squeezed it with affection and said, "I want to thank you for everything you've done for me, Mr. Judson. I just hope one day I can repay your kindness."
Patrick Judson Sr. felt the loyalty she tried to convey. He in turn tried to convey the care he felt for the girl who had become like a daughter to him. He returned a squeeze to her hand and offered, "We will miss you, Selena. You tell Devon to take real good care of my favorite secretary."
Secretly watching their exchange, Patrick realized that it was his father who had involved The Foundation. He cracked the pencil he had been holding but confidently announced, "Well, Father, why don't you escort our guests into your office for our meeting. I'm sure Miss Kirk would like to finish her tasks quickly and get out of here." He opened the office door and ushered the others in. After making sure that his guests were taken care of, he stepped back into her office and slid up behind her. He knew that she was there to prove to him that he could not hurt her anymore. He would now antagonize her and put her back in her place. He caressed her shoulder and commented, "I suppose you won't be hanging out with the Knight fella anymore."
She shrugged him off and said, "Leave him alone, Patrick! Haven't you done enough!"
"Did you have good time last night?"
She stiffened as he massaged the back of her neck. She wanted to spit in his face. Instead she smiled and reported seductively, "Actually, Patrick, Michael helped me get through this awful nightmare I was having. Then...well...Ooh...I really shouldn't kiss and tell."
Patrick understood her meaning quite well. He leaned down to tease her ear, then ran his lips lightly over the spot where her tattoo was and whispered, "I want you to know that if you tell anyone the things you know, your new lover will join Caiti at the shooting range. Then you'll have no one to protect you from me."
Shaking him off her, Selena turned and angrily replied, "You can't hurt me! I do not have to play your games anymore! I warned you last night, Patrick, that if you hurt Caiti I would bring you down! I will do more than just turn over a bunch of files to the cops. I'll be at the top of the list out to destroy you for what you did last night. Michael all ready knows everything else."
Patrick saw how her eyes raged with contempt for him. His own temper was in danger of spilling out because he knew that she had done more than just turn over a bunch of files to the Foundation. He had to find out what and bring her back in line. He pounced on her, grabbing a forceful hold of her neck and hair. "Don't show your temper with me, Selena! Remember who you are dealing with," he scowled, "Now what have you done to bring me down? You know something I don't, don't you?"
Spitting back, "Patrick, let go of me! People are looking!" She managed to pull away and tried to pacify him, "I haven't done anything more than get away from you and your barbarian friends!" She taped shut the box. She looked at him defiantly and warned, "But, my lord and master, if you don't leave me alone, you will be in a lot of trouble! So get it through your head that I will not be bullied by you anymore."
Patrick prevented her from stomping away, holding her arm behind her back. He roughly lifted her chin and kissed her. Then he looked into her eyes and maliciously promised, "Think again, My Toy! You are never out of my grasp! If you tell anymore to your boyfriend, My Toy, I'll make sure you go down with me."
Swatting his hand away, she laughed confidently, "That is where you are so wrong. You've done enough to get yourself in trouble. And after last night, when you murdered Caiti and tried to scare me, Michael wants you very bad. You are the one who should be scared, Patrick! Better beware! The Knight is coming after your King and he will win because he has something you don't! Justice!" She grabbed her box and stormed out of the office, allowing the door to slam behind her.
Patrick watched her leave and said to himself, "It seems Mr. Knight has done something else, My Toy. He's stolen my queen! I'll have to do something about that before we go any further, won't I." He heard the office door open behind him and turned to face his partner.
The man asked, "Is there a problem, Patrick?"
Pulling his temper back in check, Patrick answered, "No, no problem," as he watched Selena hurry onto the elevator. "But there will be a slight change in plans." Patrick smiled evilly and escorted his friend back into his office.
Outside, Selena hurried across the street to join Michael and KITT. She got into hastily and managed to slam KITT's door very violently. KITT asked, "Please don't do that to me, Selena."
"What?" she replied hotly.
"Slamming my door; please don't take your frustrations out on me," He repeated.
Staring blankly at the computerized dashboard, she realized what she had done and apologized, "I'll try not to, KITT, I promise."
Michael pulled away from the curb and asked with concern, "Did he give you a rough time?"
"Yes"
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No. I just need a few minutes to calm down before I explode. I don't understand why he can get to me so easily!" She tried to smile as she asked, "What time is it?"
"Almost 12:00, why?"
She suggested, "Jasmine and Tina will be coming home soon, so why don't we go to the house and wait for them? I could make us some lunch and blow off some of my anger in the process."
Before Michael could answer her, KITT informed him that Devon was calling. Devon's image appeared on the video screen on KITT's dashboard and he informed Michael that he was needed back at the Foundation. Michael agreed and told him that he would be there shortly. Reluctantly, Michael decided to drop Selena off at home so that she could be there when her sisters arrived. He told her that someone would be watching her at all times, but he made her promise to contact him immediately if anything happened. He pointed out the unmarked police car assigned to watch her house. Relieved, Selena kissed him and asked him not to take too long. She watched them drive away from her front door.
When she was sure he was gone, she closed the door and leaned against it for support. She finally let her guard down and allowed the pent up emotions that she had been hiding to be released. Looking around, she refocused her energies on getting some things ready to go for the stay at the Foundation. Shaking away her self-pity, she went into the kitchen to make herself something to eat. She tossed the box she had carried inside into the closet and set her purse on the counter as she passed it. The work it took to fix and eat her lunch helped her to relax and push the troubles of the day away. She continued to feel better as she concentrated on the rest of her busy housework. She went into the living room and again picked up the comforter that she and Michael had used while sleeping in each other's arms on the floor of her living room. Her heart lightened as she moved her work upstairs to her bedroom, taking the comforter with her. She recalled each kiss, each touch, each soothing word he showered her with as they made love. Though she had been hesitant that morning to belive what had happened between them had been a good thing; a new perspective came to mind as she folded the blanket and stored it in the linen closet. "He has been so good to me," she thought, "Even after finding out that I was spying on him for Patrick." She was grateful to him for helping her finally get away from Patrick. She felt stronger, more confident about herself. She refused to think about a future with no job and instead rejoiced that Michael had lifted the weight of Patrick's crimes off her shoulders. She had even been able to tell Patrick off without fear; she had stood up to him. A tune filled her head and she hummed out her happiness.
A noise came from downstairs and brought her out of her daydreams. She heard someone walking around and then climbing the stairs. Suddenly, she felt someone come up behind her. Her arms became pinned to her side as a hand came around to cover her mouth. The point of a gun jabbed her under the ribs and the voice from the phone whispered, "Remember me! Selena!" She tried to struggle, but he just held her closer and ordered, "Don't fight me! You are needed downstairs. Now do you promise to stay quiet?" She nodded under his hand, barely able to breathe from the pain he was causing in her lower back. For a second the man's hold on her loosened as he dropped his hand from her mouth. Too soon the pain returned as he increased his hold on her arms and waist. He ordered, "Good Girl. Now let's go downstairs."
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Patrick and two more of his thugs waited in her family room. Patrick stood up to greet her, "It is good to see you again, My Toy. I am so happy that you could join me for my little party." He picked up a glass of wine, which he had helped himself to and offered, "Would you care to join me, My Toy?"
The gunman behind Selena slightly pushed her forward and she turned to find Patrick's partner, Lennox blocking her way back to her stairs. She gave him a dirty look. She furiously looked back at Patrick and challenged, "You are so stupid, Patrick. Don't you know that I have someone guarding me at all times and that Michael will return here very soon! I suggest you leave."
Patrick reached out and grabbed her hand. He led her to a chair by the bar. He laughed, "Oh, you mean the police car outside? He has been relieved from his duty. Seems the dispatcher called because she had given him the wrong address to watch. So, he is gone. I have also managed to get Michael lost on a wild goose chase. It is amazing to me how easily he is fooled into following empty leads." He poured her a glass of wine and as he handed it to her, he informed, "I've come here to persuade you to stay on in my secret employ."
She knocked the wine glass out of his hand and turned to grab the phone. She answered, "I thought I made myself clear! Get out! I don't ever want to have anything to do with you! Except maybe watch Michael put you in prison that is!" She started dialing Michael's number, "I'm calling the police, you have exactly ten seconds to get out of here!"
The independent young woman who stood before him telling him exactly how she felt about him surprised Patrick. He thought that he'd killed that part of her; that getting her back in line would be easy. But she defied him still and even threatened to call the police. This was again the girl he had captured and tamed a year ago. His temper rose a degree as he realized he'd have to begin from scratch teaching her to submit to him. He took the phone out of her hands. He informed, "That maybe how you feel, My Toy, but I'm still going to give you one more chance to change your mind before I take drastic measures."
Patrick pulled the phone cord from the wall, his intent plainly visible in his eyes. Selena watched him holding his temper in check as if he were waiting for just the right moment to unleash it. Then as if on cue, Jasmine and Tina came through the front door. Jasmine automatically began to disappear up the stairs. Tina stood in the entrance way and greeted suspiciously, "Hi, Mr. Judson."
Jasmine heard Tina and backtracked into the hallway. She looked at Selena, Patrick, and then Tina. Knowing something was very wrong, Jasmine grabbed Tina's hand and Selena yelled at them to run away. In the commotion that followed, Selena shoved past Patrick and her guard and tried to leave with her sisters. But her escape attempt was stopped when Patrick grabbed her from behind and pulled her into the kitchen. The three thugs with him grabbed Jasmine and Tina and forced them inside an awaiting van. As soon as they were inside, the van sped away and disappeared out of the subdivision.
During the struggle, Selena desperately tried to fight Patrick. She punched and pushed at him, always reaching for her sisters. Her voice demanded, shouted, ordered, and then pleaded for Patrick to let them go. Patrick grabbed a dishtowel from the sink and shoved it between her teeth to stop her screams. He tossed Selena face first against her kitchen counter, and then used the telephone cord to bind her hands behind her back. Knowing she had lost, Selena stared blankly at the wall, spit the towel from her mouth, and then asked in a deadly tone, "Why are you here?"
Patrick eased up his hold against her, and helped her to stand away from the counter. He turned her around to face him. His hands began to explore her body, his body language letting her know exactly what he had in mind. He spoke directly into her ear, letting his breath tickle her neck. He felt her nipples harden underneath the silk blouse and bra she wore. He guided his hand up the back of her shirt and unhooked her bra. She tried to shake him off, but he laughed, "Oh no, My Toy, remain still! You played with The Knight against the rules. Now I will play with you. If you talk again, that towel will find its way back in your mouth!" He drew her lips to his and sneered, "Then again, I think I have a better use for your mouth." He forced her to her knees, while unlatching the belt around his pants, then pulling down his zipper and pulling out his full erection. Selena tried to shake him away. He forced her to take him into her mouth and rammed himself inside and out of her throat. He watched her eyes look up at him, pleading for him to stop. He took out his cell phone, put into her line of vision, and beeped it once. A man's voice came over and said, "Yes, Patrick?"
Patrick asked, "How are My Little Pawns doing?"
"Fine, Sir. We gave them each the soda Gerry prepared for them and now they are sleeping soundly."
Patrick smiled down at his lovely prisoner, her mouth full of him, her eyes tearing yet not ceasing to stare at his cell phone. Patrick instructed, a grunt of satisfaction coming from his throat as the lower half of his body throbbed with pleasure, "If I beep this phone twice, use your knife to take a finger from the youngest one!"
"Yes, Sir."
Patrick placed the cell phone within easy reach on the counter behind Selena's head. He said, "Finish me, My Toy! Show me your defeat!"
Selena's tears fell down her face, but she stopped fighting him and began to work him off deeply, completely. She felt Patrick's arousal increase with each stroke of conquering her. He kept her head between his large hands. He ignored the gagging noises she made, uncaring if she choked. He refused to let her close her eyes, ripping her hair every time she tried. She tasted him and knew he was ready to explode. She began to withdraw, but he pulled her hair and admonished, "Oh No! Your first penalty for betraying the King's game, My Toy. You will swallow me now!" He did not wait for her to comply, but held her mouth against him and then sank his length inside her mouth until he felt himself spasm and then empty down her throat. He growled and smiled as her throat constricted around him, causing him to orgasm again. He withdrew and left her on her knees, "Very good, My Toy, you should be thankful I chose to enjoy your mouth and not beat you for betraying me," while he grabbed the towel that had once been in her mouth to clean himself off with. He closed his pants, but left his belt undone, letting her know that he was not finished with her.
He caressed her cheek, "I've started a new game. I call it Patrick's Let's Make a Deal." He pulled her up off her knees and backed her into the built-in double oven. He spread her legs apart with his foot while using her breasts to keep her still. He needed to keep up his physical possession of her to drive the power he had over her deep into her consciousness. He whispered, "I own you! Would you like me to make you climax! I've done it to you before!" Her eyes shot daggers at him, but her body tensed from fighting him. He continued, "See you have something I want and now I have something you want! If you help me to steal Knight's car and help me to keep him out of the way for a while, you will win your sisters' lives back. But one wrong move and I'll take payment from them, one piece at a time. Do you understand the rules, My Toy? Will you play the game?" He had unbuttoned her blouse as he spoke. He pushed the blouse off her shoulders until it pulled her elbows together and was trapped to her arms by her bound hands. Her bra was stretched tightly above her breasts, exposing her nipples to his eager fingers. She looked down at what he was doing and her face became deeply red with shame.
He had beaten her. Her eyes gazed over at the cell phone, the only link she still had with her sisters and then dropped below his gaze. She tried to resume the submissive position he had taught her before. She believed the situation was now hopeless, "Yes, Patrick, you know I'm going to play. What do you want me to do?"
"Good girl! I just knew you'd want to play," smiled Patrick. "Now first, I want you to..." He began to describe his house on a cliff near the ocean.
Selena wanted him to quit torturing her and get on with it. She commented, "I know the place, Patrick. I've been there remember! Get to the point!" Patrick could see Selena's independent side fighting her submissive side...the side that he controlled. Patrick hated her small defiances; but he continued to explain his plans to her. She could not believe what he wanted and argued, "And what am I suppose to tell him?"
Patrick outlined her jaw with his finger and sneered, "I'm sure you will think of something, Selena."
She tried to wiggle away from him, using her shoulder to push him away from her. She complained, "I can't just lie to him! He'll know it immediately. How can I be convincing! Patrick, what you are asking is impossible!"
Patrick's mouth became a thin line of irritation. He realized what he needed to do to her. Patrick flipped her back over and pushed her against the counter. He pushed his body against hers to keep her pinned under him. He admonished, "Don't push me away again, Selena. It is against the rules. Now, you'll do what I said or one of your sisters will lose a finger! Understand!" He laid her head so that her eyes could see the cell phone laying next to her. It was so close, she could almost touch the device; if her hands were free. He spoke, "You are helpless! Get it!"
He continued to play with her hair and her neck, her upper arms. He made sure she could feel his body pressing against hers. His mouth found her tattoo and he licked it with his tongue, nursing it until he'd left red marks over it. He bit down drawing a small whimper of pain from Selena. She tried to move away from him and he again pressed her firmly into the counter. Selena had no choice but to remain motionless against the counter. She nodded, "Ok, Patrick, I'm yours. I'll do as you ask."
He saw her blink away her tears and felt her body go limp in resignation underneath him. He knew her spirit was breaking down. He wanted to make sure that she wouldn't betray him again, so he said, "Now, there is something else I want you to answer." He pulled her jeans down her legs and then dropped his own pants. He warned her, "And every time you give me answer I like, I'm going to fuck your pussy. Every time you give me an answer I don't like, I'm gonna fuck your ass! We both know which one will be more pleasurable for you, my Toy. Both will give me great pleasure."
She looked down at the tiled wall beyond the counter as he continued to brush her hair out of her eyes. Bile rose up in her throat each time he touched her. Her determination to fight sank with each stroke. She sniffled, "What to you want to know?"
"That's My toy, I knew you'd play again." He made his possession of her nether lips slow and methodical. First invading her with his fingers. He heard her whimper in both pain and rising passion. He laughed at her fighting her own body. He did not want her to have a pleasurable experience either, so he pushed her into the edge of the counter until she squealed and tried to fight him, her head thrashing from side to side. He got her to climax once to bring out her juices to lubricate his cock. He had to be careful to refrain from getting to excited. He maintained control over his passion for raping Selena by concentrating on torturing her with his hands. He again buried his erection into her tight walls, his hands holding her thighs apart, pulling her back against him. He used his thumbs to find her pleasure knob and massaged it to ripe stiff rock. Then when he felt her begin to crest, he stopped. He asked, "Now, what were you talking about in the office earlier? How much does the Foundation know?"
Closing her eyes, Selena shook off everything he was making her body feel and panted, "No...th...ing, P...p...patrick. Michael only knows about the auction and...and the island. The Foundation only has that one file I gave them last night, I...I sw...swear!" She hated her body for succumbing to his manipulations. She hated him for making her helpless.
Pulling her head off the counter by her hair, Patrick replied into her ear ramming her pelvis into the cabinet below the counter, "You are lieing to me, Selena!" He pulled out of her pussy and violently shoved two fingers into her pussy, lubricated them, and began to assault her anus. She cried at the invasion, feeling the cords around her wrists tighten as she struggled within it. Patrick demanded, "Now tell me exactly what you've told the Foundation and what their next move is?"
Closing her eyes to the pain that Patrick was inflicting, Selena repeated, "I don't know what you are talking about, Patrick. I only told you that because I was angry and I wanted you to leave me alone!"
"Selena!" Patrick grabbed her bound hands and held her from moving away from the counter. He moved his length against her rear oriface and drove it inside her...ripping through the barriers. He kept moving in and out, each time getting himself buried further and further inside her as she screamed for him to stop. He replied violently punctuating each point with his demands, "I want to know what is going on now! There is no one to protect you anymore! I told you that you'd never be out of my grasp! I can do anything I want to you! I hold all the pieces to this game! I have the queen and her pawns! Now tell me what I want to know!" Once he had buried his shaft almost completely up to her rectum and could go no more, he completely covered her body with his own, his face getting into her face, his body smashing her upper torso against the counter, and her stomach into the edge of the countertop slicing it.
Selena cried out in pain, her resistance slipping away, "You're under investigation by the FBI. Devon Miles turned all the information I gave him, plus the information he had been able to gather before over to them and now they are watching your every move. They are planning to shut you down the moment they connect you with the stolen chemicals from that army base in Texas and Caiti's death."
"Ahhhhhhh...Yes, My beautiful Toy!" He did not withdraw from her instead spreading her right thigh farther apart to rest over his right arm. He used his thumb to play with her nether lips while shoving three fingers up inside until she was full in both ends. Again he felt her body become liquid against his shaft and hands. She had closed her eyes trying to still fight her response to his manipulations. "And what part do you play in all of this, My Toy?"
"I'm...I'm their...their...their only witness." As she moaned through her confessions, she felt him begin to move a top her, his strokes getting faster and faster. He pulled from her rear oriface and returned to her nether lips with his shaft. He slammed against her, the strokes getting faster and deeper. He growled as he ejaculated into her, making sure every drop went up inside her womb. He laughed when he felt her pussy clamp down on him in an orgasm of her own. He knew however that though her body responded to him, her mind rebelled at having been forced to orgasm. She would now be his again, hopefully this would stop her defiant side from betraying him again. There was one last thing to force her to his will and control over her life. He wanted her helplessness burned in her memory. He lifted her up, then pulled her off the counter.
As he turned her to face him, he found her silk blouse ripped and blood stained around her waist where the countertop had been smashed against her torso. Her breasts were raw too from the friction created as they were rubbed against the counter. He waited for her to look up at him and then let his open palm fly across her cheek. He snarled, "That is for letting The Knight fuck My Queen...My Toy!" She was shoved backwards by his hand connecting with her face. He saw hate in her eyes and a still small desire to fight him, to tell Michael. He pictured her revealing all he had "trusted" her with to Michael and Devon Miles. She had betrayed him. She cowered in front of him, using the counter to keep herself standing; her bound hands holding on to the handle of a drawer behind her. Patrick grabbed her hair and knocked her back towards the oven.
But Selena's legs were trapped, her balance way off. She landed to her knees on the ground, her jeans tieing up her legs as he cursed, "How dare you betray me, Bitch! I trusted you! You knew the rules of the game, yet you defied me and joined the enemy!" Patrick was triumphant at her position. He stood over her, his own pants still down his legs, his spent member still dripping from his assault on her. He watched Selena trembling in his presence, her mind trying to find some defense, some way to cope with what he had done to her. He used her hair to clean himself up as He advised, "I've given you another chance, Toy." He closed his pants, buckling his belt. He withdrew another wine glass from her cabinet, poured a glass and drank down its contents. He watched her very carefully, making sure she didn't move a muscle until he gave her permission to. She had curled up in a little ball on the floor in front of her oven, her body shaking with unshed tears. Patrick poured more wine into the glass. He picked Selena up. He wanted to test her submission. He held out the glass of wine and ordered, "Drink, My Toy. A Toast to the New Game. To No More unpleasantness between us." Selena opened her mouth and allowed Patrick to feed her the wine. He kissed her lips, she did not flinch nor fight him. He teased her nipples and she remained perfectly still. He gave her another sip of the wine and then licked the extra drops from her lips and chin. He immensely enjoyed his power of having his favorite doll, his "Toy" again. Finally, he took the cord from around her wrists and then embraced her. He semi-gently lifted her chin and looked in her eyes, "Don't break the rules again, My Toy. Please, I don't want to have to go through another session like today. I'd rather our sexual encounters to be pleasurable for both of us. OK, My Toy" He hugged her.
Selena evaded looking at him and nodded. Patrick smiled greedily over the power he had just seized. He was hopeful there would be no more of her defiant outbursts. She was his toy and no one would ever take her away from him. If it did happen again, he promised himself that he'd kill her. He took out his handkerchief and handed it to Selena. "Now, let's get you cleaned up before Mr. Knight comes back. I wouldn't want you to have to explain why you stink of your punishment." He escorted her upstairs and into her bathroom. He stripped her of her torn and stained clothes. Then he ordered her into the shower where he washed her body, washed her hair...touching every part of her body without protest from Selena. His eyes lowered in satisfaction and a slight smile touched his lips when he felt her breath again in resignation and her proud shoulders sink lower down her body. Her eyes never met his and he couldn't tell if her cheeks were still wet with the water he used to rinse her with or more tears. He continued to help her change her clothes while he informed her of the rest of his plans. When all traces of his rape of her person was gone from her body and she was fully dressed again; Patrick kissed her deeply, invading her mouth with his tongue, and then he disappeared.
Once again, Selena was left alone, but this time her mood became sour as she faced the difficult task that lay ahead. Inside she was falling into a deep cavern of depression as she picked up the telephone that Patrick had unplugged and took the cord that had bound her wrists and connected the telephone back to the wall. Her mind was kept constantly busy with images of Patrick using her, taking control of every aspect of her life. She knew now that he had resumed their sexual relationship in the manner she hated, he would want more and would take it from her. She brushed that horror away knowing there were more important things to worry about; like her sisters' lives and now Michael's. She stopped caring about her own, still feeling the whore from the way her body enjoyed the sweetness of Michael's gentle touch, yet reacted to Patrick's invasion in the same way. For them she would make the sacrifice and play the game Patrick wanted her to play. She heard a car pulling into her driveway outside and Michael beeping his horn. She checked her face in the mirror where only a small scratch and a light bruise touched her cheek very close to her ear. She pulled her hair over to cover it. She inspected her wrists. Upon seeing the nasty welts and blood damp cuts...evidence of the cord, she grimaced knowing that there was no way to hide those now. She hoped Michael wouldn't notice them as she ran to the door and waved for him to come in. She hoped that the way Patrick had dressed her for Michael's arrival would cloud his eye for detail. As he walked up the driveway, she wrapped her long, thick cotton bathrobe around her nude body and forced herself to look happy. Her brain screamed for her to talk to him and she fought the urge. When he reached the door, she calmly said, "What did Devon need you for?"
Michael replied in frustration, "I'm not sure. I think I have been on a wild goose chase. The officer watching your sister's school disappeared. Then Devon got a call from someone claiming to have proof that Patrick was at the shooting range last night with Caiti. But when I got to the spot to meet him, he never showed. Has everything been all right here?" Michael was pleased and curious at the clothes, or lack of them, that Selena had greeted him in. He commented, fingering the robes loose collar, his soft fingers caressing her neck, "What is this? I thought you'd be ready to go? Where are Jasmine and Tina? I want to get the three of you back to the Foundation."
Selena now understood how Patrick had arranged to kidnap her sisters. She crossed her fingers and lied, "Well, do you remember my Aunt Marie?"
Michael answered, "Yeah, she got sick Wednesday and couldn't watch the girls for you anymore."
"That's right," She replied, "Well, she showed up her out of the blue. She is going to visit family in San Francisco. She offered to take the girls with her. I took her up on it and they left a little while ago."
"Don't you want them to have our protection?" Michael asked in concern.
Selena shrugged, "It won't be necessary. My family runs a vineyard outside the city. They will be able to keep them hidden; they did it before when I got in trouble the last time. And Patrick doesn't know I have family outside of My Aunt and Uncle...so...now the Foundation only needs to protect me." She encircled his neck in a hug and suggested, "Now as for my simple state of dress, well..." She purred, "I thought we could take advantage of the situation. Since we are alone tonight, Mr. Knight. We could go out and play before I have to be locked up at the Foundation. Or we could stay here and play...sort of a repeat of last night only without the nightmares afterwards?" She wrapped herself around him, pulling his head to hers to tease his lips with her own.
Enjoying the sound of her idea, Michael returned her open invitation, letting his hands release the sash that held the robe closed. He molded her nude form against his clothed one and asked, "What did you have in mind?" He reached around her with his strong hands, cupping her rear and then lifting up slightly until she was standing on her tiptoes. Her arms went around his neck and they attacked each other's lips furiously.
Selena heard Patrick's voice repeated his game to her in her head. She suggested, her breath hot against Michael's ear, "Oh, a little dinner, a little wine, and maybe a little dancing. What do you say?"
"How 'bout if I pick you up at 7:30." She kissed him again and then watched him go away.
When she was sure he was long gone, she picked up the phone and relayed her plans for the evening to Patrick. He informed her that he would call her just before it was time for her to leave and then let her off the line. He had reminded her that she was his toy and that she should remember to be a "good girl or else". As she placed the phone down on the counter, she violently tossed Patrick's wine glass against the oven door in the kitchen. The crash splattered red wine and shattered glass pieces everywhere. For a second, she watched in satisfaction as the wine dripped down onto the floor. Satisfaction evaporated into frustration as she realized how much power he had over her and she laid her head down on the counter and cried.
Her tears fell until sleep came to calm and sooth her mind. The telephone would not let her succumb to her emotional exhaustion. She raised her head from the counter and stared at the telephone. She pulled her emotions behind a strong steel wall as she picked up the telephone and greeted, "Hello?"
"Selena, I just spoke to Michael about your plans." The voice was Devon Miles, he sounded concerned.
Selena numbed herself to the sound, remembering that it was he who talked her into letting her sisters leave the Foundation that morning. Her reply was short and barely civil, "OH, Hello Mr. Miles. I am so sorry I didn't call you. I made the decision so fast and then Michael showed up right after they disappeared. I knew that he would tell you what happened to the girls."
Bonnie asked, "Selena, where does your aunt live? Maybe we can arrange some kind of protection for them. I could notify the authorities in her area to put a watch on her house."
Selena rushed out, "Oh, NO...No...Mr. Miles. I decided the situation was better taken care of by me. No one better to trust than family right!"
Devon interrupted, "Selena, you asked me to protect you and your sisters. How can I do that if they are hundreds of miles away?"
Selena slightly spat, "Mr. Miles, I've experienced the kind of protection you put in place for us. And when I heard that the person who was supposed to guard my sisters left the school grounds, I knew I had to find a better way. I mean the guy who was supposed to be guarding me left me without even saying good-bye. He hasn't even come back yet!"
Bonnie asked, hearing Selena's voice become angry, "What are you talking about?"
Devon countered, "Selena, something has gone wrong, hasn't it?"
Selena realized she had said too much and tried to fix it. She softened her tone, "Devon, Bonnie, I promise nothing has happened. I just knew my sisters would be safer and happier with family. My Aunt showed up unexpectedly, so off they went. I am still going to be coming to the Foundation tonight. So please don't worry, I'm taking care of things from now on." With that, she hung up.
Selena began to rationalize her predicament by convincing herself that KITT was just a car, a machine that would pay for her sisters' safe return. She blamed Devon for letting them be abducted. She convinced herself that it was only right that he trade KITT for their lives. The anger she that should have been directed at Patrick was now directed at Devon. She tried not to think about what she was doing because she knew it would hurt Michael; and, although she had hardened herself against the Foundation, she could never hate Michael. She put aside her emotions and vowed to make their last night as friends the best. She took a deep breath and pushed herself upstairs to get ready for her date with Michael.
Meanwhile Michael drove into The Knight Industries' semi-trailer where Bonnie and Devon greet him inside. Michael asked, "Well, did you talk to her?"
Bonnie replied, "Both of us did."
Devon assessed, "I don't like it, Michael."
Bonnie explained, "She sounded different. She was cold and there seemed to be anger on the edge of her voice."
Devon speculated, "And it seemed to be directed at me. Something is wrong. I know it is."
Michael disagreed, "Maybe you two just misunderstood. She seemed happy to me, even suggesting that we go out for a night on the town."
Bonnie suggested, "Michael, you need to talk to her. She is not telling the truth. The guard that was suppose to be watching her sisters showed up in the hospital with a very nasty bump on his head."
Michael tried to picture his last meeting with Selena. He promised, as he sat back inside KITT, "I'll check it out. I'm sure when she finds out about the guard, she'll tell me where her sisters are."
Devon replied, "Meanwhile, I think I'll give the San Francisco police a call. Maybe they can locate Selena's family there and confirm that Jasmine and Tina are with them."
Bonnie questioned, "What happened after the two of you left this morning?"
Michael thought about their trip to Judson International. He remembered how angry Selena was when she got back in the car. Maybe Patrick pushed her into sending her sisters away. He voiced his suspicions, "We did go by Judson's, Devon."
Devon replied, "I know. Patrick Sr. telephoned and said that Selena had told him about Caiti. He seemed very agitated and hurried. We're suppose to meet at the Beverly Hills Golf course to exchange more information and then he will go into hiding."
Michael explained, "Selena did seem a little preoccupied when she was through delivering a warning to Patrick Sr. Maybe she decided that the best thing for her to do was to send her sisters to a place where no one would know where they were. But like I said, Devon, I'll check it out. As she is still letting me protect her, so we'll be at the Foundation late tonight." He waved "Good-by" and carefully backed out of the truck.