Blackshaft - 1-01 Say how-do-you-do To The Black hombre p2
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Somewhere.

The smell was needlelike, cutting through to her brainiac and waking her up quickly. Christmas carol jerked up and felt the easy blindfold around her optic leaving her in the dark. Feeling the alloy around her wrist joint, she realised she was handcuffed in a chair, and bare-foot, too. Still clothed but bare-foot. Her belt was gone."What the hell --"she started to say then get word the vox. A deep and masculine Male voice.
"Bitch is awake."the vox said.
She heard a door opened then something else. The speech sound of skin slapping against skin, like ....
"Come on ! Come on ! ... Fuck me hard ... Fuck my ..."A female phonation moaned then yelped as there was another abrupt slap."Uuuuuhhhh ...."
"Be ... there ... AAAAHhhhh ...."another man groaned and Christmas carol heard the woman moan.
What the hell was happening here ?
"That's right,"the second male voice said and added,"Nice and unobjectionable ... That bitch succus appreciation skilful, don't it ? ..."
"Mmmm ..."
"Now what d'you say ?"he said firmly. A dampen distaff interpreter responded saying something she couldn't hear.
Carol heard drift then footsteps seminal fluid near her then quit in front line of her. She said,"I am --"
"I know who you are, bitch."the indorse man cut her off."ship's officer Christmas carol Kellerman."
"So uncuff me, dickhead !"she ordered and try laughter. Two manful voices. Listening past them she heard another man in the former room moaning.
"Ballsy bitch, ain't she ?"a new male representative said.
"Ain't they all ?"the number 1 man said.
A gagging came from the other room."Hell, YEAHHH !"the man in there gasped.
"smart one too."the first man continued."We need a honest looking lock."
ternion men, Christmas carol reckoned so far.
More gagging ....
"Gon na demand a new one now. She fucked it up."
There was silence for a moment, and for the inaugural time Carol felt scared.
"Gon na sustain to move."the first man said."It's like fuckin'Eglin Central lately."
"Aaaahh ..."the charwoman gasped. Then the gagging started again. A surd, wet sound that stopped."Ahhhh !"the char groaned. And it started again. Hard and wet as before ...
"What are you love child doing to her ?"Carol said as the wet, toilsome gagging began again.
She heard laughter."Right now, aught she's saying no to."the inaugural man said.
"Horny gripe likes it that way."the second added.
Christmas carol's creative thinker raced. This didn't add up. That didn't sound like rapine. The cleaning lady did strait like she wanted it. Just like patty."I don't know what ... or how you're doing this but you won't get away with it."
"Yeah, kick. !"she heard the prideful tone from the other room."All over that pretty fuckin'face."Followed by a ... meet moan !"Should get a picture for the syndicate album."the man said and Carol heard a different female voice giggling. carol listened a little harder, trying to find out for anything else. There should be a search out for her. Especially after patty's disappearance.
"Gone all placidity,"the second man said."guessing she thinks she's in the shit."
"Nah, I'll bet she's looking for what her girlfriend got today."the third man said walking in, sounding vary gratify."Two squawk bull in one day ? What are the odds ?"
"SOB,"she muttered, as she realised they were talking about cake. She listened for anything, the voices, anything that might locate this office after ... Carol stopped thinking about that. The object example was to exist. Get out and nail these mongrel later.
"Shit, where's our fucking manners ?"Carol heard the second man say and suddenly a hand grabbed the blindfold It was pulled from her oral sex and she looked up, blinking. Three hefty Shirley Temple men, all naked, smiled back at her. Her optic were drawn to the huge tool between their legs.
As Carol looked over their dark, herculean bodies and heavyset arms she saw the tattoos. All tribal designs. Then her eyes fell on this big ... Negro ... cocks ... They were bigger than any she'd seen in her life before. Two words went through her idea.
Oh.
Fuck.



The Cave.

orange red braked quickly as she cleared the inside room access of the cave tunnel behind her. The car came to a plosive and she just sat there, looking at the cave around her. million of dollars had been spent excavating and building it. All through second, third gear, fourth and fifth troupe, using extraneous workers who were paid handsomely to shut the Scheol up and vanish. She saw the electronic computer in the next cavern. That was a least a hundred million there alone. Even the Pentagon never had that technology. How many social task would that have benefited More than trying to figure out the smiler or the Birdman or any of the lunatic ?
She sighed and opened the door, stepping out. Quietly she walked to the figurer, past the waiter room that housed the massive retentiveness banks for the computer. In another cavern here was equally expensive skill equipment. Another was her ‘ trophy room ’. She remembered how many time she put up reports of a ‘ successful'job with Nightlord caught. Again. That was the problem. It was always again. And again. And again. And again. Scarlet walked up the Edward Durell Stone steps and saw the mystic door loose. The lean elderly trope stood there wearing a robe."Sorry for getting you up, Carl,"she said acknowledging the butler.
"I was awake. Ma'am,"he said, stepping back and letting her pass.
"Kacey asleep ?"she said entering the humankind of Alison Beach. Her rightful identity and the reason she could expend those millions on equipment that didn't check maniacs from killing free people.
"Yes."Carl paused."A bit former tonight ? Police dance band reported a missing officer."
"They found her."Alison told him, ignoring the question.
"This is another one."
Alison stopped, about to turn over and head back out but hesitated."They'll find her as well."she said and turned towards the privy door. She closed it and left Carl looking confused.



Eglin City. Central police Department. Holding Cells.

They told her about Carol, the two men, a white sergeant and black policeman, and asked her where she might be ? patty stood up and walked her naked white ass up to the bars and wire and pressed herself against the cold alloy, feeling her nipples harden. She looked at the white sergeant and smiled."If they got her, Christmas carol will getting the substantially fucking of her life."she purred."A real fucking. From real men. Men who take what they want."She looked at the black police officer."Ain't that right ?"she asked."You'd just come on in here and take it. wouldn't you, mike ?"
"Eh ..."the Negroid officer called Mike stood there, his back talk open as he saw the naked white cleaning lady looking at his crotch.
"You'd barb that billystick of yours into my afters, ashen snatch ?"she teased.
"patty !"the Sergeant ordered."Shut the fuck up ! Mike, get out of here."
"You'd do it properly, wouldn't you, mike ? Not like needle-dick there."patty licked her mouth at microphone."Open up that door, microphone. cum on in and take it."she moaned."I want you to direct it."
"mike !"the serjeant warned seeing the blacken man hadn't moved.
"SHUT UP, DICK-LESS ! ! !"Patty yelled and turned back to Mike."Take it, baby ..."she groaned, rubbing her pelvic girdle against the wire.
"You are on a fucking charge no issue what they find in you, Heinrich !"the sergeant told her, surprised, and started walking out."mike, I'm not telling you again ! MOVE !"
As the black man was pulled out with a smiling and a hard-on Patty clung onto the wire, dry-humping it."All yours, Mikey-baby."she shouted."ALL shag YOURS !"



Beach Mansion. Master Bedroom

Alison was naked, the leather kit and cape on the storey. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a fit-looking woman stare back. Alison eyed the bare ring finger. At her age she should be married, have kids, doing the social affair. Create the future contemporaries of Beach bloodline. There was a couple of bruises on her from a bad spill in a scrap with a mugger which the lie about a skiing accident covered. What was she doing, jumping off buildings and getting into combat ? She had looked in on Kacey as she passed and saw the 19-year-old blonde quiescence. What the inferno was she doing bringing her along, risking her young life as well ? scarlet Queen and the Red Princess ... what a joke. Kacey should be out partying, studying, doing things other girls her age should be doing. Not pulling on a silent leather outfit and risking getting shot or stabbed or dropped in Zen or even raped ....
But that was it. Alison sank in the chair in the sleeping room. That was the problem. She still lived in that consequence. Still lived through that upshot. She could close her eye and see the men bursting in ... shouting ... threatening .... the flash of the tongue ... Then her mother begging. For both their rubber and saying she would do anything. And she did. Alison saw her mother being dragged off as she was tied up. She heard everything. Every misdirect second of it. When Dad came home she had wondered why he was blaming himself. Things changed. Mom changed. It was only days later she found out the truth. How he had got mixed up in a business deal with the mob and tried to double-cross them. He paid them off and put himself into the clientele to head for the hills looking at Alison or her female parent. Then killed himself some clock time later after Mom had finally drank herself to death a few twelvemonth after that Nox. All the while she'd been sent to dissimilar school but was thrown out of every one.
Kacey had been some attempt to ascertain normalcy. After days of trying to ascertain a ‘ normal'relationship and finding naught satisfied her like dressing up and beating up ‘ bad bozo she gave in to it. She found Kacey in the streets at 14. Kacey Sutton. Her mother was a diacetylmorphine addict who would also ‘ do anything ’. Only for drugs. Something just clicked and Alison engineered the teenager's care order. It was all well closet, with Alison getting another objet d'art about her philanthropist ways in the press. It also brought up her family chronicle with the usual questions about her privacy and the usual rumours about family relationship and why she wasn't married. The hell on earth with them all, she had thought. She was doing something. Not like the press who just bitched and secretly loved all the end and fear as it sold composition. Scarlet Queen was doing something, unlike those editors who only cared for the sales that fear fed.
"Penny for them."the indulgent voice said behind her and Alison looked up to see Kacey in the doorway, the pink robe around her.
Alison remembered she was nude and reached for her bathrobe."Nothing."she said pulling it on."How was the survey nighttime ?"
Kacey shrugged."Boring. How was the crime fighting ?"
"Quiet."Alison said, tying the belt. She faced Kacey."Just go back to bed."
"Still early."the 19-year-old said.
"And quiet. Police have it all in hand."
“'Kay."the Edward Young blond said, leaving."Night."
"Night."Alison replied, watched the girl go.



Somewhere.

"Here is what you're thinking."the black man facing Christmas carol told her."These are the three big, wretched niggers who raped your girlfriend. right ?"he asked. Christmas carol looked at him, feeling her oral cavity dry up."Except we ain't ugly and we ain't raped no-one. Niggers is questionable. Sam Jackson uses it and no-one bats an eye. Some white C-list comic from a TV display tries it and his vocation's down the stool. Funny that."
"Political correctness gone mad."one of the others added.
"I'm a cop."she said.
He nodded."I know."
"You do anything to me --"
"Like what ?"he demanded, leaning forward so he was face-to-face with her.
"L ..."she started to speak than swallowed. Christmas carol could reek him. It was a musky, male person smell. Strong and sinewy. She shook her headspring to exonerate it. Get a clench, recall your preparation, she told herself and started concentrating on her milieu. There was no windows, and from the wall might be underground, some form of root cellar or basement. But it was well-to-do. A TV and a laptop computer sat on a heavy-looking desk with drawers. There was only the one door. And through that ...
"She say we raped her ?"he asked.
"I am ..."carol tried again but found finding the run-in difficult.
"Did,"he said slowly, moving in again."she say that we raped her ?"
"Whatever you did you are in fuss !"carol spat, feeling his scent replete her senses.
The other two laughed."Don't think so."the man facing her smiled."Don't know if you know this but you really should be thanking us."
"Yup,"one of the men said as the former nodded.
"Thanking you ... ?"she asked.
"That grinning psycho."the man said."And the other freaks. She tell you about them."Christmas carol's psyche raced back to the babbling from cake. She mentioned it, how they had killed them."Now answer the question, policeman Kellerman. Did your lady friend say we raped her ?"
"No."carol said reluctantly."And she's my pardner, not my lady friend ! But you did something to her. I want to know what !"
"Partner ?"the other blacken man was smiling."Congratulations, when was the marriage ceremony ?"
The bootleg man facing her stood up."What'd she say we do to her ?"he smiled."She say we fuck her ?"
Carol said nothing.
"That'll be a yes."he said."She say we fuck her good ?"
"piece of tail you."Christmas carol said, avoiding his eyes.
"Another yes."he smiled."You want us to have it off you too ?"
"Go ahead. That will be rape !"Carol sneered, looking him in the eye.
The fatal man simply kept smiling."Gag her and bring her next door."he told the early two.
Carol started to panic. They were going to do. She watched one of the men open a drawer and bring out a leather gag. The other walked towards her."No !"she said as he grabbed her hair and the other man slapped the gag around her oral fissure."N -- !"she tried screaming too late as the strap was tied around her heading tightly then they picked up the death chair with Carol still in it and took her towards the doorway ...
Her mind panicked as she dreaded what she might see in there.



Beach Mansion. Master Bedroom.

Alison couldn't sleep. She lay in the bed and looked at the ornate ceiling. Then out the window at the moon. Yes it was sentence. After ten years it was prison term to apportion with something she never really contemplated. Getting a life. A real life. Not the lies she'd been indulging in to cross her surreptitious life. She would differentiate Kacey in the morning. Then shut down the computer and put everything away. And then lock up the cave. For good.
And try to enjoy her wealth. Properly. Set up a few trust. Organise some social projects. Do something actually useful.



Somewhere.

"They look raped to you ?"the black man said as Carol saw the bed and the two new, naked, white adult female on it. Both blondes, not more than college age. They were kissing. Passionately. She saw the girls'hands buried between each former's thighs. She was placed next to the doorway with a estimable view of the bed. Carol suddenly recognised one of them. Louis Comfort Tiffany Storme. Of the Storme folk. One of the fat and most politically powerful house in the city ! She was always in the newspaper for something, whether it was that sex tape measure that got her kicked out of college or rolling out of a clubhouse at four in the morning. What the underworld was she doing here ?
The female child looked over to the man and smiled."Bitches."he said and they giggled."This cop thinks you been raped by us nigga. You want to recount her ?"
The other blonde giggled again as Tiffany feigned electrical shock. Then turned and sat on the bound of the bed."You gon na rape me ?"the white-hot socialite pleaded, caressing his cock.
The man looked at Christmas carol."You got ta say no, bitch."he asked.
"screw that, I want it."Louis Comfort Tiffany said, slowly pumping his flaccid cock."C'mon. rape me."
Drugged, had to be, Carol thought as she saw the other fille lying back, spreading her legs and slowly began to rub herself.
"You want this nigger to rape you ?"he asked, looking at Carol.
Tiffany reached up and turned his face back towards her."YES !"she demanded.
"Then tell this courteous police lady."he told her.
Tiffany Storme looked at Carol and slapped her modest T. H. White handwriting onto the large pitch-black shaft."I WANT this BIG FUCKIN'NIGGER raping me !"
"Sounds more like a ‘ yes'to me,"he grinned and carol looked as the fateful man shoved Louis Comfort Tiffany back onto the bed then threw her legs unfold. Carol looked away but one of the inglorious men pulled her side back. Not that she resisted, the way smelled of sex, and she couldn't keep back her eyes from that large Negro cock too long. The man slapped his cock onto Tiffany's white belly and carol saw how deep it would go inside her. As it started to stiffen, she could only stare on in wonder as it must have been foresightful than 12 inch in length. What it must palpate like inside her ....
"cunt can't occupy her eyes off it,"the man said to the Whitney Young socialite.
"S'mine."Tiffany hissed and the other girl giggled. There was something familiar about her. Carol couldn't place but ..."Now despoil me !"Louis Comfort Tiffany ordered, reaching for the dick growing even harder on her stomach.
He slapped her mitt back. “"What d'you say ?"
Tiffany pouted, then eyed carol. She was smiling, seeming to overhear on to something."No ..."she said quietly.
He looked around to Carol and smiled."But you wanted this big jigaboo turncock inside your jolly white pussy ?"he asked.
"No !"Tiffany answered, grinning and moving her coxa so her belly and puss was rubbing up and down the underside of the thick, longsighted fateful cock.
"You want this nigga's seed inside you ?"he also asked, still looking to Carol.
"Please, noooooo ...."she pouted, turning the refusal into a mockery."Oooh, this big, nasty nigger's going to ravish me. Officer."she said loking directly at Carol, but stroking his big gorgious cock to hardness."Going to dishonour me upright and severe ..."
Christmas carol saw him smiling at her again. He was going to fuck one the city's hottest young socialites and not wear a condom. Maybe even impregnate her there and then ! goodness, fucking bitch. A constituent of her was enjoying this, check Leslie Howard Stainer Storme's girl woman of the street herself out to a Joseph Black man, unprotected. Serve the old arrogant prick right wing. Serve her right wing, the way she was acting.
The other girl crawled off the bed and along the trading floor She stopped in front end of Carol and giggled again. Christmas carol got a conclude flavor in her eyes and couldn't see any sign of a drug in them. Where did she see that female child before ? The thought bugged her as she saw the girl pull at the other black men's cocks. Carol gulped as she was they were equally as big.
"face better without that dumb make-up, don't she ?"one of the men said to Carol and she remembered the blonde. Without the white war paint she was completely unlike. She was Smiler's crazy girlfriend, Giggle. Her real public figure was Holly John Adams. She was a student who was doing piece of work experience in the asylum when he'd ‘ seduced'her during one his incarcerations. She even helped him on that jailbreak, and ever since. Looks like she'd been seduced again.
"Over there."she heard Tiffany being told and watched as the young white woman did as she was told, moving to the end of the bed. Her smuggled rivet yanked her down so she was sitting on it, her wooden leg spreadhead, giving Carol a purview of her trim pussy. He walked cycle, cock bobbing up and down ... Carol was finding it difficult to take her eyes from it.
Carol saw why they'd moved. He knelt on the edge of the bed, pushing Louis Comfort Tiffany back. He started pushing his massive shaft against her small pink vagina. The prospect meant carol would see it sliding in. She watched the thick, black prick stretching the naked, albumen pussy lips open and slowly sink into the pinko form behind them. She heard the balmy groan of Tiffany as she wrapped her branch and arms around the muscular Negro stud. He started thrusting immediately., taking a long slow pull-back then fast deep plunges into the willing rim. Carol watched as that black cock went cryptical and deeper, the big, black balls swinging, the ample, unseasoned, gabardine socialite moaning getting louder ...
"Mmmmmm ..."the former miss moaned and carol glanced to her position. Holly - Giggle - was sucking off both black cocks, first one then the other then back again. Each cock was as thickset as the girl's arm. She licked up each shaft and then down again, nibbling and kising on the huge dark balls under it. One of the men grabbed a handful of her hair and walked her on her hands and knees back to the bed. He sat down and lay back. The girlfriend seemed to know just what he wanted and climbed on to top of him. She gripped his pecker between her thighs and pressed the fat, black head of the shaft against her vaginal lips as she straddled him."Aaaahhhh ..."she groaned as she sat back on the peter. An image of those pink lips spreading to accommodate that midst black pecker flashed through Carol's nous and she quickly cleared it. It's drugs, she told herself again. It's fucking drugs. Had to be. The blonde started slowly riding the fateful man, her minor tits moving then jiggling as she rode the black man quicker."Uuuuh .... Uhhhh ..."she moaned, her eye closed as she was lost in feeling.
The negro fucking Tiffany was plunging deep inside her, grunting with each thrust."Yes .... Yes ...."she moaned clinging onto him. Christmas carol could see the juices shining on the pitch blackness shaft as it pistoned into the soft yielding pussy."shtup YES !"she yelled suddenly, her hands sliding down his back and grabbing at his thrusting buttocks."seminal fluid on ... Do it ... Do it !"she demanded, urging him to go deeper inside her. Carol watched him ‘ do it ’. It was same vocalism from earlier. beneficial and hard and deep and fast. He was muttering into her ear as he fucked her, sinking every column inch he could into her and Louis Comfort Tiffany responded by wanting more.
holly opened her eyes and blew a kiss to the third smuggled man who smiled back."Your girlfriend was just the same,"he told Carol walking past her. He made his way behind Charles Hardin Holley and slowly and stroked his shaft. He placed the other hand on the minor of her back and holly stopped moving. He eased the fat disgraceful straits of his shot between the top of her nates then slowly pushed it down into them."Yeah,"he continued."That bitch was real wild."
Lies, carol thought. She knew cake. Had known her for years.
"Shit, we took turns on her, and she still wanted more."the negro inside Holly's pussy laughed.
Holly groaned, arching her back as the other blackness man found what he wanted and pushed his hips forward."Uuuuhhhhh ..."the blonde moaned.
"triad big, Black stopcock, nailing that cop slut."the man under her added.
Lies, Carol told herself.
"Even these two fornicatress had a go on her."The second man in holly said.
Christmas carol shook her psyche."NHHHH !"she yelled through the gag, angrily.
The dark man in Holly's ass grabbed her fuzz and turned the blonde to Christmas carol."William Tell her."he said.
holly lazily grinned as she began pushing back on the Brobdingnagian melanise cock in her ass and pussy."We all fucked her."she said.
"Nhhhhh ..."carol pulled at the handcuffs then sighed. They were lying. They had to have drugged her. There was no way --
A groan made carol look up and she saw the opprobrious man inside Louis Comfort Tiffany balls-deep. They were tight and he was panting as she was softly groaning. His hip were jerking. He was doing it. Filling that young, rich, white pussy with strong inkiness seed. As he finished the other two were just beginning. Holly was bracing herself on the bed as they started pounding into her, one in as one went out. carol was watching two huge, fateful plunger battering away into the new, Patrick Victor Martindale White body.
The room was filled with the olfactory perception of sex as the black man pulled out of Tiffany and got to his foot. He pushed his shiny cock under carol's nose, blocking her persuasion of the tercet."Your lady friend sucked it clean. Sucked it, then licked every inch clean."he said.
Carol heard the satisfied moans of Tiffany and the growing trouser and lament of holly as all she could see was that huge black tool and the sculpture muscle smell of his six-pack ....
"Yeah, she opened up her mouth and sucked every in of our fatal prick clean. Sucked our big, black cocks and our big, dim testis. You're looking flushed."he noted."Feeling hot ?"
"Aaahhh, Jesus ...."Buddy Holly groaned and Christmas carol heard a loud smack !
"She felt hot."he told Carol."Couldn't get out of that unvarying quickly enough."
"UUUHHH ...."one of the disgraceful men cried out.
"AAH ... ! AAH ... ! AAH ... !"Holly cried out ...
"Bitch was on her knees ..."
"Fuck those peter, you slut !"she heard Tiffany say.
"... sucking our BIG, NIGGER cocks ...."
Carol could just see one man's legs and the other's ass. Both jerking and thrusting hard. Slamming into that tender White person pussy and ass. Holly's head was bucking back and forth, and up and down as she rode those fatal cocks. The Black person in front of Carol stepped forward, rubbing his softening cock on her face. She could smell out naught but cum and pussy as he grabbed her hair and held her head in place. She could palpate the urging between her legs.
"GHHHOD !"she heard Holly.
"... feeding snatch ..."
"YEAHHHHH !"one of the men said.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck .... !"Buddy Holly groaned.
All Carol could see was the BIG, BLACK dick being gently tapped and dragged across her face.
"Yesssss ...."Tiffany moaned.
"You are looking hoot hot."Carol heard the negro above her say."Feeling horny ?"he asked and undid the gag.
"UUhhhhhhh ..."The socialite moaned again.
Christmas carol gasped as her sass was freed."prevaricator !"she panted.
He bend down so he was face-to-face."I can smell it."he grinned and put a hired man on her stomach. Carol went to crack her legs closed and only then realised they'd been closed for a patch as she had rubbing her thighs together."Hot and wet, bitch."he whispered to her."Hot and fucking wet, I'll bet."
"AAAUUUUUHHHHhhhhhh-hh-hh-hhh ...."she heard Buddy Holly cry and knew the audio of an orgasm.
"She came too, your girlfriend."the man told her."Couldn't fucking stop ..."
"Hhhhuuuu ...."Holly gasped ...
"No ..."Christmas carol whispered.
"She begged for it not to stop."he told her.
"MMMmmmmmmm ... .."Louis Comfort Tiffany moaned.
"She fuckin'needed it ..."he told her quietly.
He stepped aside and Christmas carol saw the sight of Tiffany now in Holly's shoes, the two black men beginning to pound sign into her pussy and ass as Buddy Holly kissed her while squeezing the socialite's small breast. The man in her ass grabbed her hair and jerked her spine."OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH ! ! ! !"she yelled, being impaled on his monumental cock. The man in her pussy suddenly thrust upwards and gasped and Carol saw the look of joy on Tiffany's typeface as he came inside her. The man in her ass lifted her off the man under her and dumped Tiffany onto her belly. Carol saw him draw out his longsighted, wooden-headed black cock out then easily steal it into her dripping pussy. All it took was a few More thrusts and soon a second load of hot, fertile, black, cum was being pumped into Tiffany.
A ringtone was coming from the the blue jean on the trading floor and the man beside Christmas carol bent down, reached into his pocket and pulled out a reduce smutty phone. He popped it undefended and smiled as he saw who it was."Well ?"he said into it and listened."I told you. Just say the word."He said and listened again."When ? .... Don't worry about it."
As he talked carol couldn't block up herself from watching the third grim man add his inkiness ejaculate into the unprotected, White, socialite womb ...



Eglin City. telephone exchange law department. Holding Cells.

Patty was sleeping. It was the sound of the door unlocking, then opening that woke her and she lay there, naked. Slowly she turned and looked at the uniformed blackness officer."howdy, Mike."she purred. Officer Mike Pernell stood there, looking spooky. She sat up, swinging her stage over the side of the bunk so she faced him. A quick coup d'oeil to the camera told her it was off. There was no gullible spark."You breaking me out ?"she teased, stroking a nipple..
Mike couldn't believe it. The most meddlesome, snobbish, cunt in the station acting like a utter whore."God damn,"he sighed.
"Or you just come to take it ?"patty said, smiling and opened her legs.
"I'm gon na fuckin'take it !"he told her, unzipping his trouser as he walked towards the smiling cake ....



Somewhere.

Carol was aching between her legs."Please,"she said."Please let me go."
The inglorious men smiled."Bet you're wet down there."one of them said, moving a hired hand down to her still-clothed crotch orbit.
"I'm a piece of ass COP !"she said, trying to proceed her rosehip away from him.
He stepped up to her, grabbing her whisker and pulling her capitulum back. The potency of it just made the feeling between her stage worse. He pushed his black face in her Elwyn Brooks White, flushed human face, grinning as he stroked her thigh."You been shifting over that whole rear end. You saying you're not horny ?"
"No !"she said.
"Who's lying now ?"he told her and slapped his hand onto her stomach.
"No ...."she said again, feeling how close she was to climaxing decently then.
"Fu .... Fuhhh ..."she started, thinking of anything that might muffle the lust interior her.
"display her the video."one of the former men said and the man in her face smiled.
Carol found herself being dragged back into the other elbow room and dumped in front of the laptop computer. It was opened and she jumped as one of the men was at her ear."You'll love this."he said as the cyberspace was accessed."Fucktube."the man said, and looked at the concealment."Only just put it up and over a hundred hit already."Carol blinked as she she saw patty on the screen. On the ‘ net ! Only her uniform adventitia was not buttoned but tied together so her paunch was exposed. Patty put the badge up close to the camera then pinned it to the purse blue shirt. She was wearing lacy panties. The hat and belt, too, and not much else."I am Officer Patricia Heinrich."she watched her partner say. Carol looked on in skepticism as she watched her disciplined, solid police partner begin to ‘ arrest'the three black men, watching them lean against the wall, each man smiling as he did so.
"Fuck you, bitch."one of the men said, turned and grabbed a seemingly willing patty before shoving her against the wall She didn't put up a fight as the cuff were taken from her belt and snapped on her."You are in a fucking zone and not fucking."the man told her."How do you plead ?"
Carol watched Patty smile as she pressed herself against the black man's crotch. Patty was enjoying herself !"Not guilty !"she declared proudly, grinding her white ass against him.
"How does the jury find the defendant ?"the man called out
From all around the camera, the other two black-market men and two female voices answered as one."GUILTY !"
The man grabbed her hat and tossed it aside, then grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. He pulled her away from the wall and Carol saw the pleasance on patty's human face."20 eld, ship's officer. Hard fucking ! Starting now."he grinned and marched her into the very same bedroom Carol had been in.
Carol looked towards the room. She pulled her legs together and started rocking back and forth. As she watched Patty being thrown onto the bed, Carol knew one affair for certain - she was so damn horny ! The Negroid man who had cuffed Patty paused the video. He held up some rope and smiled then Christmas carol found her knee joint being pulled apart and each leg being tied to the several electric chair leg. He stopped the video and closed the net. carol said nix, pulling at the ropes that held her legs open. He put his lips to her ear."I can smell how have it off horny you are."he whispered.
"shag you,"she said back.
"I know you will."he replied, opening up the phonograph record tray of the laptop. He put a magnetic disc in and waited for the program to start. Then clicked on a button and expanded the moving picture so it filled the screen. Christmas carol found herself looking at Patty again. In the panties, and showing the badge."We got a piddling job to do. Meanwhile, enjoy the movies."he told her and plugged in a pair of headphones, then put them over her ear. He started the moving-picture show again and put the sound up ... ..


TO BE CONTINUED ... .