Black Knight | Futanari | Sample

Chapter 1

My father dropped me off at the Domodedovo airport. It was freezing outside and even inside his beat-up Nissan. The Moscow skies turned a perfect cloudless gray. I pulled over the hood of my brown parka to keep warm.

Pyotr, my dad, had personally volunteered to kick me out of his house this morning. It was America where my butt would land in the next seventeen hours and a stop later.

"Nina," he called to me for the fifteenth time after I crammed all my stuff into the car. I was waiting for him to say, 'I'm sorry, we can work this out together. You don't have to go.' or something along that line, but he seemed to have a frog stuck in his throat every time he opened his mouth, so I just gave up and let this hope die.

After we parked, I got out of the passenger seat.

"Call me when you get there," he said as he loaded everything I owned onto a cart and then with a small unmanly voice, he added, "Take care."

I slung my bag which contained my passport and plane ticket over my shoulder and walked off into the busiest waiting areas without looking back again.

As I boarded the plane, I knew Pyotr was already on his merry way, and I tried not to cry.

The next day, I woke up in the sky domain of the United States. Everything went smoothly after my plane landed. And before I knew it, I came out of the revolving glass doors of the Los Angeles airport. I pushed my cart to the curb and looked around myself.

While I was waiting, my thoughts wandered to my old home, which led me to think about Dominika, who sucked my father's soul through his you-know-what and then got herself knocked up with the devil's spawn.

Dominika would have liked to strangle me in my sleep, or poisoned my drink and let me die in agony if I were to have stayed there long enough. Dad had to send me off to live with my aunt in the states while he and his hot young wife went on to celebrate their new family with me out of the picture.

Now looking at the land I barely knew with its beautiful sunshine, I felt completely lost. My eyes scanned the area for a middle-aged woman. She was my dad's younger sister, Aunt Viktoriya, who was married to an American businessman. They were now living in a big house somewhere in LA.

But after half an hour passed, there was still no one that looked like Aunt Vikki.

Great, I was exiled from my country and got abandoned in another one.

Then I noticed this uniformed man approaching me. He could be in his fifties, a bit too thin for his sleek black suit.

"You must be Miss. Antonina Volkova, right?" The old man said to me.

"Yes?"

"I'm John, your aunt's personal driver. I'm here to pick you up since she couldn't make it."

He handed me his ID card and a signed note from Aunt Vikki saying she apologized for not being able to receive me herself and that she would see me at dinner time.

"We should go now, Miss Volkova," he said. The old man had a kind sincere face that made it impossible not to trust him. I couldn't help feeling relieved to have someone found me at last.

"Please, just call me Nina," I said, sounding somewhat awkward speaking in a foreign tongue for the first time. "Nice to meet you, Mr. John."

"Just call me John," he said with a warm beam, which brought out his laughing wrinkles even more.

We got my luggage into the trunk of a black BMW and then I got into the front seat with John. The old man simply started the car and drove off.

The afternoon sun shone through the tinted window of the car. I looked at stores and buildings, traffic signs and people, and big cars and small cars. I saw a bunch of high-school kids getting out of Starbucks, laughing and joking. When we stopped at a red light, we heard blasting music booming from a white Jeep next to us. Some guys with sunglasses bobbed their heads to the beats.