Black: Queen's Knight C6 x D4

Malcolm had had a great time with Amber at the club after they landed. They had shared stories, drinks, and moves out on the dance floor so far tonight. Malcolm was pretty sure they could be sharing a lot more before morning at this rate. Amber was enamored with him from the moment they had first met on the plane. She'd been sure to give him lots of service on the flight over as well. She's definitely a catch, Malcolm thought to himself. Unfortunately something was bugging him ever since he landed.

Malcolm had gotten a message from an old family friend, Doctor Jumbia. The message was alarming to say the least, "Young man, I know you are in town and I am calling in your family's debt. I will need you to bring me as many white woman as you can tonight, but only after you have given them your seed. Bring them to my shop and your family's debt will be paid in full. Remember, young man, what has been given can be taken away."

Malcolm knew only too well what he had been referring to. His family had been in an accident years ago which left both his parents dying and his younger brother paralyzed. Modern medicine said there was nothing to be done. The Doctor had promised to help his family in return for a favor to be done at a later date. Malcolm quickly accepted the offer, figuring he had nothing to lose at the time. His family had miraculously recovered shortly after he and the doctor paid them a visit. Now, though, it was time for him to pay up unless he wanted his family to suffer the consequences.

Now, here he was with this beautiful woman he had met on his flight, they were really hitting it off, and he had to admit, he _liked_ her. But he would do anything for his family.

Just then a short woman with Dark Brown Hair in a Black club dress came up and interrupted the couple at their table, "Excuse me, are you Malcolm, from the-" she said with a British accent.

"Yes, ma'am, though I'd appreciate it if you'd keep it down in here, I'm enjoying some time to myself," Malcolm interjected.

"Well, not entirely to yourself it seems," the woman shot back. Malcolm figured things would go faster if he let her get to the point. "Malcolm, my name is Moira Taggert and I was wondering if we could speak business. I represent the company in charge of putting together a lot of the festivities in the next few days and I was wondering if we might be able to persuade a local celebrity such as yourself to help us put on the best show we possibly can."

Normally, Malcolm would have told her to fuck off. But this presented a unique opportunity. "Amber, I've had a great time with you tonight but I really have to take care of this. Is there any way I could see you tomorrow? I'd like to continue this later."

"Awww..." Amber aired her disappointment, "... Ok, but only after you sign an autograph for my dad. He's never going to believe I ran into you."

Malcolm pulled out a small notepad and wrote out his name... then he wrote down his phone number, "How about I give you my autograph first, call me up for your old man's autograph whenever you have some time." As amber went to take the paper, Malcolm leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, "Hope to see you soon." Amber blushed beet red and could barely contain a giggle as she walked out of the club.

"I think you just made that girl's night," Moira stated.

"We can discuss things back in my suite, if you recognized me in the crowd I can only guess how many others will," he said dryly. He wanted to be with Amber, but this way he could fulfill his obligations without harming her. This obnoxious Brit on the other hand? Well he wasn't as worried about her.

"Excellent, lead the way," Moira stepped aside to let Malcolm pass.

"Did you drive here, Mrs. Taggert?" Malcolm asked.

"Took a cab here after I got a tip from my boss you'd be here actually... and it's Miss, though you can just call me Moira," she quipped back.

"Well Miss, do you mind if we stop somewhere first? I kind of have some errands I forgot to do earlier," Malcolm inquired, not getting too used to her name.

"Sure thing hun, I'll just stick with you until you're finished," Moira said. Malcolm believed every word.

"HHHHHHMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Moira moaned as Malcolm finished taping her mouth shut after shoving her panties into her mouth. He leaned into her while pushing her against a wall, holding both of her hands in one of his while he fumbled around with the rope he had been given.

"No, you have to make it into a loop, like this," Doc explained. The old man took the rope from Malcolm and began tying the woman's hands into a knot to hold them together.

Malcolm had brought Moira to Doc's shop and after making sure that there was no one else there, carried the woman and followed Doc down into the basement. While the basement was obviously a storage area for the shop, Malcolm could see that the Doc had made some custom additions as well. Along the walls there were metal circles that were bolted to the wall every so often. There even appeared to be a few scattered across the ceiling. Doc tied the other end of the rope binding Moira's hands to one of the metal loops along the wall that just so happened to be right above her.

"Good, now you must give her your seed," Doc said.

Moira's eyes widened at hearing this statement and she redoubled her struggles, but now with her hands bound to the wall all she could muster was to mumble through her gag and squirm a little against the athlete pressing against her

"While you're here? I'd prefer not to have an audience for once," Malcolm replied as he took in what was before him. He had already torn the straps off Moira's dress and bunched it up around her midriff, exposing both her round, firm breasts and pussy. After tearing off her panties, now used as a gag, Malcolm grabbed one of her knees that she was clenching together and pulled it up and outward so one of her legs was up against the wall above her waist. With his other hand he caressed her pussy to find her soaking wet by this point. Malcom watched her as she turned her head away and failed to stifle a soft moan.

"I will collect your clothes and put them by the stairs. After that I will leave you to take care of other things," Doc explained.

Malcolm let go of Moira's leg and she quickly crossed her legs as she barely supported her weight on the tips of her feet that managed to reach the ground. Malcolm wasted no time stripping his clothes, first his shirt showing off his toned muscular torso, next his pants and boxers in one go, revealing his long and thick cock. Malcom grabbed up all his clothes and threw them at Doc, "There, now can you give us some privacy?"

"Of course," Doc replied as he gathered up the clothes. He was about to leave them all at the foot of the stairs when he felt something vibrate. Doc inspected one of the pants pockets and retrieved a phone. He didn't have time to inspect it right now, but he took it with him as he dropped the clothes and proceeded up the stairs.

Malcolm grabbed Moira's hips and gently held on as his cock began rubbing up against her abdomen, "Look, this is nothing personal, but we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. No matter what, by the end of the night you're going to be knocked up," Malcolm explained, causing Moira to squirm some more, but Malcolm held her in place firmly. "The Doc wants you to be bred, so that means you will be taken care of. So what will it be? Easy or hard?"

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