Blackshaft - 1-01 Say hello To The Black cat p2
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Somewhere.

The olfactory sensation was incisive, cutting through to her brain and waking her up quickly. Carol jerked up and felt the sonant blindfold around her eyes leaving her in the darkness. Feeling the metallic element around her wrists, she realised she was handcuffed in a chairman, and bare-foot, too. Still clothed but bare-foot. Her belt was gone."What the hell --"she started to say then heard the voice. A deep and masculine Male voice.
"squawk is awake."the voice said.
She heard a room access opened then something else. The sound of skin slapping against skin, like ....
"seed on ! come on ! ... Fuck me gruelling ... ass my ..."A female vocalism moaned then yelped as there was another knifelike smack."Uuuuuhhhh ...."
"Be ... there ... AAAAHhhhh ...."another man groaned and Carol heard the fair sex moan.
What the hell was happening here ?
"That's right,"the instant male voice said and added,"Nice and clean ... That cunt juice penchant good, don't it ? ..."
"Mmmm ..."
"Now what d'you say ?"he said firmly. A muffled female part responded saying something she couldn't hear.
Carol heard movement then footsteps come near her then stop in nominal head of her. She said,"I am --"
"I know who you are, bitch."the endorsement man cut her off."policeman Carol Kellerman."
"So uncuff me, mother fucker !"she ordered and pick up laugh. Two Male voices. Listening past them she heard another man in the former room moaning.
"Ballsy bitch, ain't she ?"a new manful interpreter said.
"Ain't they all ?"the low gear man said.
A gagging came from the other elbow room."Hell, YEAHHH !"the man in there gasped.
"Smart one too."the number 1 man continued."We need a better looking lock."
Three men, Carol reckoned so far.
More gagging ....
"Gon na need a new one now. She fucked it up."
There was silence for a moment, and for the first gear clip carol felt scared.
"Gon na consume to move."the first man said."It's like fuckin'Eglin Central lately."
"Aaaahh ..."the womanhood gasped. Then the gagging started again. A heavy, wet speech sound that stopped."Ahhhh !"the cleaning woman groaned. And it started again. Hard and wet as before ...
"What are you son of a bitch doing to her ?"Carol said as the wet, concentrated gagging began again.
She heard laugh."Right now, naught she's saying no to."the offset man said.
"Horny bitch likes it that way."the mo added.
Carol's nous raced. This didn't add up. That didn't audio like rape. The fair sex did phone 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, squawk. !"she heard the jubilant tone from the other elbow room."All over that somewhat fuckin'face."Followed by a ... slaked moan !"Should get a picture for the family album."the man said and Carol heard a different female vox giggling. Carol listened a minuscule harder, trying to take heed for anything else. There should be a hunting out for her. Especially after patty's disappearance.
"Gone all quiesce,"the second man said."guessing she thinks she's in the shit."
"Nah, I'll bet she's looking for what her girl got today."the 3rd man said walking in, sounding vary slaked."Two bitch cops in one day ? What are the odds ?"
"by-blow,"she muttered, as she realised they were talking about Patty. She listened for anything, the voices, anything that might locate this shoes after ... carol stopped thinking about that. The object lesson was to survive. Get out and nail these by-blow later.
"Irish bull, where's our fucking manners ?"Carol heard the 2nd man say and suddenly a handwriting grabbed the blindfold It was pulled from her heading and she looked up, blinking. Three muscular black men, all raw, smiled back at her. Her eyes were drawn to the huge cocks between their legs.
As Carol looked over their wickedness, hefty dead body and thick arms she saw the tattoos. All tribal figure. Then her eyes fell on this big ... disgraceful ... cocks ... They were bigger than any she'd seen in her spirit before. Two words went through her thinker.
Oh.
Fuck.



The Cave.

Scarlet braked quickly as she cleared the intimate doors of the cave burrow behind her. The car came to a stop and she just sat there, looking at the cave around her. Millions of dollar bill had been spent excavating and building it. All through second, 3rd, fourthly and fifth part fellowship, using foreign actor who were paid handsomely to close the snake pit up and fell. She saw the computer in the future cavern. That was a least a hundred million there alone. Even the Pentagon never had that engineering. How many sociable task would that give benefited more than trying to see out the Smiler or the Birdman or any of the lunatic ?
She sighed and opened the threshold, stepping out. Quietly she walked to the computer, past the server way that housed the massive memory board bank for the computer. In another cavern here was equally expensive science equipment. Another was her ‘ prize room ’. She remembered how many times she put up composition of a ‘ successful'job with Nightlord caught. Again. That was the problem. It was always again. And again. And again. And again. vermilion walked up the stone stairs and saw the unavowed threshold open. The thin aged design 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 world of Alison Beach. Her true individuality and the reason she could expend those 1000000 on equipment that didn't stop lunatic from killing innocent people.
"Yes."Carl paused."A bit early on tonight ? constabulary dance band reported a missing officer."
"They found her."Alison told him, ignoring the question.
"This is another one."
Alison stopped, about to deform and manoeuver back out but hesitated."They'll find her as well."she said and turned towards the arcanum door. She closed it and left Carl looking confused.



Eglin City. exchange constabulary Department. Holding Cells.

They told her about carol, the two men, a white serjeant-at-law and black police officer, and asked her where she might be ? cake stood up and walked her defenseless White River ass up to the bars and wire and pressed herself against the coldness metal, feeling her nipples harden. She looked at the white serjeant-at-law and smiled."If they got her, Carol will getting the better fucking of her life."she purred."A actual piece of tail. 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 lead it. wouldn't you, microphone ?"
"Eh ..."the black officer called mike stood there, his sass unresolved as he saw the naked white adult female looking at his crotch.
"You'd slam that truncheon of yours into my Sweet, white pussy ?"she teased.
"patty !"the police sergeant ordered."Shut the fuck up ! microphone, get out of here."
"You'd do it properly, wouldn't you, Mike ? Not like needle-dick there."Patty licked her mouth at Mike."outdoors up that door, mike. Come on in and fill it."she moaned."I want you to use up it."
"Mike !"the sergeant-at-law warned seeing the contraband man hadn't moved.
"SHUT UP, DICK-LESS ! ! !"Patty yelled and turned back to Mike."Take it, child ..."she groaned, rubbing her pelvic arch against the wire.
"You are on a have intercourse charge no subject what they find in you, Heinrich !"the Sergeant told her, surprised, and started walking out."microphone, I'm not telling you again ! motion !"
As the Shirley Temple man was pulled out with a grin and a hard-on cake clung onto the wire, dry-humping it."All yours, Mikey-baby."she shouted."ALL shtup YOURS !"



Beach house. Master Bedroom

Alison was naked, the leather rig and cape on the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a fit-looking womanhood stare back. Alison eyed the bare ring finger. At her age she should be married, have youngster, doing the sociable matter. create the succeeding generation of Beach blood line. There was a couple of contusion on her from a bad fall in a fight with a mugger which the lie about a skiing accident covered. What was she doing, jumping off edifice and getting into battle ? She had looked in on Kacey as she passed and saw the 19-year-old blond sleeping. What the pit was she doing bringing her along, risking her young life sentence as well ? scarlet tabby 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 dim leather outfit and risking getting nip or stabbed or dropped in acid or even raped ....
But that was it. Alison sank in the hot seat in the bedroom. That was the trouble. She still lived in that present moment. Still lived through that event. She could close her eyes and see the men bursting in ... shouting ... threatening .... the wink of the knife ... Then her mother begging. For both their safe and saying she would do anything. And she did. Alison saw her female parent being dragged off as she was tied up. She heard everything. Every depraved s of it. When Dad came home she had wondered why he was blaming himself. Things changed. Mom changed. It was only years later she found out the truth. How he had got mixed up in a business hand with the mob and tried to double-cross them. He paid them off and put himself into the business to turn tail looking at Alison or her mother. Then killed himself some time later after Mom had finally drank herself to dying a few class after that night. All the while she'd been sent to different schooltime but was thrown out of every one.
Kacey had been some attempt to retrieve normality. After years of trying to regain a ‘ normal'relationship and finding null satisfied her like dressing up and beating up ‘ bad Guy she gave in to it. She found Kacey in the streets at 14. Kacey Sutton. Her mother was a heroin addict who would also ‘ do anything ’. Only for drugs. Something just clicked and Alison engineered the teenager's care order. It was all good press, with Alison getting another piece about her philanthropist room in the press. It also brought up her family history with the usual motion about her privacy and the usual rumours about kinship and why she wasn't married. The hell with them all, she had thought. She was doing something. Not like the press who just bitched and secretly loved all the deaths and fear as it sold papers. Scarlet queen was doing something, unlike those editors who only cared for the sales that fear fed.
"Penny for them."the soft vox said behind her and Alison looked up to see Kacey in the doorway, the pinko robe around her.
Alison remembered she was defenseless and reached for her bathrobe."Nothing."she said pulling it on."How was the work nighttime ?"
Kacey shrugged."drilling. How was the crime fighting ?"
"Quiet."Alison said, tying the belted ammunition. She faced Kacey."Just go back to bed."
"Still early."the 19-year-old said.
"And subdued. police force have it all in hand."
“'Kay."the 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, ugly niggers who raped your girl. rightfulness ?"he asked. carol looked at him, feeling her sassing dry up."Except we ain't ugly and we ain't raped no-one. coon is questionable. Sam Jackson uses it and no-one bats an eye. Some tweed C-list comedian from a TV show tries it and his life history's down the john. 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 talk than swallowed. carol could smell him. It was a musky, male odour. unassailable and potent. She shook her fountainhead to clear it. Get a grip, commend your preparation, she told herself and started concentrating on her surroundings. There was no window, and from the walls might be secret, some kind of cellar or basement. But it was comfortable. A TV and a laptop computer sat on a heavy-looking desk with knickers. There was only the one threshold. And through that ...
"She say we raped her ?"he asked.
"I am ..."carol tried again but found finding the words difficult.
"Did,"he said slowly, moving in again."she say that we raped her ?"
"Whatever you did you are in worry !"Carol spat, feeling his scent fill 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 other nodded.
"Thanking you ... ?"she asked.
"That grinning psycho."the man said."And the other freaks. She tell you about them."Christmas carol's brain raced back to the babbling from patty. She mentioned it, how they had killed them."Now answer the question, officer Kellerman. Did your girlfriend say we raped her ?"
"No."carol said reluctantly."And she's my married person, not my girlfriend ! But you did something to her. I want to get laid what !"
"collaborator ?"the early inglorious man was smiling."kudos, when was the marriage ?"
The bleak 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 full ?"
"shag you."Carol said, avoiding his eyes.
"Another yes."he smiled."You want us to fuck you too ?"
"Go ahead. That will be violation !"carol sneered, looking him in the eye.
The grim man simply kept smiling."Gag her and add her next door."he told the other two.
carol started to panic. They were going to do. She watched one of the men open a draftsman and bring out a leather gag. The early take the air towards her."No !"she said as he grabbed her hair and the other man slapped the gag around her sassing."N -- !"she tried screaming too late as the strap was tied around her psyche tightly then they picked up the chair with Carol still in it and took her towards the door ...
Her head panicked as she dreaded what she might see in there.



Beach Mansion. Master Bedroom.

Alison couldn't eternal sleep. She lay in the bed and looked at the ornate cap. Then out the window at the moon. Yes it was time. After ten old age it was sentence to deal with something she never really contemplated. Getting a life. A real lifespan. Not the Trygve Halvden Lie she'd been indulging in to cover her secret life. She would tell Kacey in the morning. Then shut down the computers and put everything away. And then shut up up the cave. For in effect.
And try to enjoy her wealth. Properly. Set up a few faith. form some social projects. Do something actually useful.



Somewhere.

"They look raped to you ?"the inkiness man said as carol saw the bed and the two youth, nude, white womanhood on it. Both blond, not more than college age. They were kissing. Passionately. She saw the girls'hands buried between each other's second joint. She was placed following to the door with a good sentiment of the bed. carol suddenly recognised one of them. Louis Comfort Tiffany Storme. Of the Storme family. One of the plentiful and most politically powerful fellowship in the city ! She was always in the papers for something, whether it was that sex tape measure that got her kicked out of college or rolling out of a golf-club at four in the morning time. What the Hell was she doing here ?
The lady friend looked over to the man and smiled."Bitches."he said and they giggled."This cop thinks you been raped by us coon. You want to tell apart her ?"
The other blonde giggled again as Tiffany feigned jolt. Then turned and sat on the edge of the bed."You gon na rape me ?"the ovalbumin socialite pleaded, caressing his cock.
The man looked at Carol."You got ta say no, bitch."he asked.
"Fuck that, I want it."Louis Comfort Tiffany said, slowly pumping his diffused turncock."C'mon. Rape me."
Drugged, had to be, Christmas carol thought as she saw the early girl lying back, spreading her peg 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 overnice police lady."he told her.
Tiffany Storme looked at Carol and slapped her belittled Theodore Harold White hired hand onto the great Joseph Black cock."I WANT this BIG FUCKIN'NIGGER raping me !"
"Sounds more like a ‘ yes'to me,"he grinned and Carol looked as the blacken man shoved Tiffany back onto the bed then threw her peg give. Carol looked away but one of the Shirley Temple Black men pulled her face back. Not that she resisted, the room smelled of sex, and she couldn't keep her eyes from that with child mordant turncock 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 gaze on in curiosity as it must have been farseeing than 12 inches in length. What it must feel like inside her ....
"squawk can't take her oculus off it,"the man said to the immature socialite.
"S'mine."Louis Comfort Tiffany hissed and the early girl giggled. There was something familiar about her. Carol couldn't seat but ..."Now rape me !"Louis Comfort Tiffany ordered, reaching for the cock growing even harder on her stomach.
He slapped her hand back. “"What d'you say ?"
Tiffany pouted, then eyed Carol. She was smiling, seeming to catch on to something."No ..."she said quietly.
He looked around to Christmas carol and smiled."But you wanted this big jigaboo cock inside your fairly white puss ?"he asked.
"No !"Louis Comfort Tiffany answered, grinning and moving her rosehip so her abdomen and pussy was rubbing up and down the bottom of the thick, long pitch-black 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 burlesque."Oooh, this big, filthy nigra's going to rape me. Officer."she said loking directly at Carol, but stroking his big gorgious prick to hardness."Going to rape me good and laborious ..."
Carol saw him smile at her again. He was going to hump one the city's hottest young socialites and not weary a condom. Maybe even tincture her there and then ! Good, fucking bitch. A contribution of her was enjoying this, observe Leslie Howard Stainer Storme's daughter whore herself out to a black man, unprotected. Serve the old arrogant prick right hand. serve well her right, the way she was acting.
The former girl crawled off the bed and along the floor She stopped in front of Carol and giggled again. Carol got a close look in her optic and couldn't see any sign of a drug in them. Where did she see that girl before ? The thought bugged her as she saw the lady friend clout at the other black men's cocks. Carol gulped as she was they were equally as big.
"feel better without that dumb make-up, don't she ?"one of the men said to carol and she remembered the blonde. Without the white make-up she was completely different. She was Smiler's screwball girlfriend, Giggle. Her genuine name was holly President John Quincy Adams. She was a student who was doing body of work experience in the asylum when he'd ‘ seduced'her during one his incarcerations. She even helped him on that prisonbreak, and ever since. Looks like she'd been seduced again.
"Over there."she heard Tiffany being told and watched as the new Edward White char did as she was told, moving to the end of the bed. Her disastrous stud yanked her down so she was sitting on it, her ramification spread, giving Christmas carol a panorama of her shaven pussy. He walked round, stopcock bobbing up and down ... Carol was finding it difficult to take her eyes from it.
Christmas carol saw why they'd moved. He knelt on the edge of the bed, pushing Tiffany back. He started pushing his monolithic spear against her small pink vagina. The view meant carol would see it sliding in. She watched the thick, black dick stretching the naked, livid pussy lips out-of-doors and slowly slump into the garden pink flesh behind them. She heard the flabby groan of Tiffany as she wrapped her legs and arms around the muscular black rivet. He started thrusting immediately., taking a long slow pull-back then flying oceanic abyss dip into the willing sass. carol watched as that black rooster went deeper and bass, the big, black chunk swinging, the rich, Whitney Young, white socialite moaning getting louder ...
"Mmmmmm ..."the other girl moaned and Carol glanced to her side. Holly - Giggle - was sucking off both pitch blackness cocks, first one then the other then back again. Each hammer was as thick as the girl's arm. She licked up each pecker and then down again, nibbling and kising on the huge dark testis under it. One of the men grabbed a handful of her hair's-breadth and walked her on her custody and knees back to the bed. He sat down and lay back. The girl seemed to experience just what he wanted and climbed on to top of him. She gripped his irradiation between her second joint and pressed the fat, black head of the cock against her vaginal lips as she straddled him."Aaaahhhh ..."she groaned as she sat back on the shaft. An image of those pink back talk spreading to oblige that dense black shaft of light flashed through Christmas carol's mind and she quickly cleared it. It's drugs, she told herself again. It's shtup drugs. Had to be. The blonde started slowly riding the black man, her small tits moving then jiggling as she rode the black man quicker."Uuuuh .... Uhhhh ..."she moaned, her centre closed as she was lost in feeling.
The Black fucking Tiffany was plunging oceanic abyss inside her, grunting with each jab."Yes .... Yes ...."she moaned clinging onto him. Christmas carol could see the juices shining on the black ray as it pistoned into the soft yielding slit."FUCK YES !"she yelled suddenly, her hands sliding down his back and grabbing at his thrusting buttocks."Come on ... Do it ... Do it !"she demanded, urging him to go deeper inside her. Carol watched him ‘ do it ’. It was Lapplander vocalism from other. estimable and hard and deep and immobile. He was muttering into her ear as he fucked her, sinking every inch he could into her and Tiffany responded by wanting more.
Holly opened her middle and blew a buss to the third gear black man who smiled back."Your lady friend was just the same,"he told Christmas carol walking past her. He made his way behind Holly and slowly and stroked his cock. He placed the former hand on the diminished of her binding and Holly stopped moving. He eased the fat opprobrious head of his shaft between the top of her buttocks then slowly pushed it down into them."Yeah,"he continued."That gripe was real wild."
Lie, Carol thought. She knew Patty. Had known her for years.
"horseshit, we took tour on her, and she still wanted more."the negro inside holly's pussy laughed.
Buddy Holly groaned, arching her back as the other black man found what he wanted and pushed his rosehip forward."Uuuuhhhhh ..."the blonde moaned.
"triad big, black shaft, nailing that cop slut."the man under her added.
Lies, Christmas carol told herself.
"Even these two sluts had a go on her."The second man in Charles Hardin Holley said.
carol shook her caput."NHHHH !"she yelled through the gag, angrily.
The black man in Buddy Holly's ass grabbed her pilus and turned the blonde to Christmas carol."Tell her."he said.
Holly lazily grinned as she began pushing back on the huge ignominious rooster in her ass and pussy."We all fucked her."she said.
"Nhhhhh ..."Christmas carol pulled at the handcuff then sighed. They were lying. They had to have drugged her. There was no way --
A groan made Carol await up and she saw the black man inside Louis Comfort Tiffany balls-deep. They were soused and he was panting as she was softly groaning. His hip were jerking. He was doing it. Filling that young, rich, white pussy with potent fateful seed. As he finished the former 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 vast, inkiness Piston battering away into the Young, egg white body.
The room was filled with the smell of sex as the black man pulled out of Tiffany and got to his feet. He pushed his shiny rooster under Carol's nose, blocking her position of the troika."Your girlfriend sucked it pick. Sucked it, then licked every in clean."he said.
Carol heard the satisfied moans of Tiffany and the growing pants and lamentation of Holly as all she could see was that vast inkiness cock and the sculpted muscle smell of his six-pack ....
"Yeah, she opened up her oral fissure and sucked every inch of our smutty cocks clean. Sucked our big, black cocks and our big, black formal. You're looking flushed."he noted."Feeling hot ?"
"Aaahhh, Jesus ...."Holly groaned and Carol heard a loud SLAP !
"She felt hot."he told Carol."Couldn't get out of that uniform quick enough."
"UUUHHH ...."one of the black men cried out.
"AAH ... ! AAH ... ! AAH ... !"Charles Hardin Holley cried out ...
"Bitch was on her human knee ..."
"shag those turncock, you slut !"she heard Louis Comfort Tiffany say.
"... sucking our BIG, nigger cock ...."
Christmas carol could just see one man's ramification and the former's ass. Both jerking and thrusting hard. Slamming into that supply ship white-hot pussy and ass. Holly's head was bucking back and Forth, and up and down as she rode those disgraceful peter. The negro in front line of Christmas carol stepped forward, rubbing his softening cock on her face. She could sense nothing but cum and cunt as he grabbed her hairsbreadth and held her mind in place. She could palpate the urging between her legs.
"GHHHOD !"she heard Holly.
"... eating pussy ..."
"YEAHHHHH !"one of the men said.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck .... !"Holly groaned.
All Carol could see was the BIG, pitch blackness COCK being gently tapped and dragged across her face.
"Yesssss ...."Louis Comfort Tiffany moaned.
"You are looking damn 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 backtalk was freed."Liars !"she panted.
He bend down so he was face-to-face."I can smell out it."he grinned and put a hired man on her tum. carol went to click her peg closed and only then realised they'd been closed for a while 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 Holly cry and knew the sound of an orgasm.
"She came too, your girlfriend."the man told her."Couldn't fucking stop ..."
"Hhhhuuuu ...."Holly gasped ...
"No ..."carol whispered.
"She begged for it not to stop."he told her.
"MMMmmmmmmm ... .."Tiffany moaned.
"She fuckin'needed it ..."he told her quietly.
He stepped aside and Carol saw the sight of Tiffany now in Holly's place, the two black men beginning to pound into her pussy and ass as Holly kissed her while squeezing the socialite's small titty. The man in her ass grabbed her tomentum and jerked her spine."OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH ! ! ! !"she yelled, being impaled on his massive cock. The man in her pussy suddenly hurl upwards and gasped and Christmas carol saw the look of pleasure on Tiffany's face as he came inside her. The man in her ass lifted her off the man under her and dumped Tiffany onto her belly. Christmas carol saw him perpetrate his long, midst black cock out then easily slide it into her dripping pussycat. All it took was a few more thrusts and soon a secondly load of hot, rich, black, cum was being pumped into Tiffany.
A ringtone was coming from the the denim on the storey and the man beside Carol bent down, reached into his scoop and pulled out a thin black phone. He popped it overt 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 lay off herself from watching the third black man add his black seminal fluid into the unprotected, E. B. White, socialite womb ...



Eglin City. central Police Department. Holding Cells.

patty was sleeping. It was the sound of the doorway unlocking, then opening that woke her and she lay there, naked. Slowly she turned and looked at the uniformed black officer."Hello, Mike."she purred. officer microphone Pernell stood there, looking nervous. She sat up, swinging her legs over the face of the rot so she faced him. A quick glimpse to the camera told her it was off. There was no green light."You breaking me out ?"she teased, stroking a nipple..
microphone couldn't believe it. The most busy, snobby, cunt in the station acting like a terminated whore."God damn,"he sighed.
"Or you just come to require it ?"patty said, smiling and opened her legs.
"I'm gon na fuckin'take it !"he told her, unzipping his pant as he walked towards the smiling Patty ....



Somewhere.

carol was aching between her wooden leg."Please,"she said."Please let me go."
The smuggled men smiled."Bet you're wet down there."one of them said, moving a paw down to her still-clothed crotch expanse.
"I'm a fucking COP !"she said, trying to move her coxa away from him.
He stepped up to her, grabbing her fuzz and pulling her brain back. The dominance of it just made the tone between her legs worse. He pushed his inkiness nerve in her whiteness, flushed face, grinning as he stroked her thigh."You been shifting over that solid hindquarters. You saying you're not horny ?"
"No !"she said.
"Who's lying now ?"he told her and slapped his hired hand onto her stomach.
"No ...."she said again, feeling how close she was to climaxing right then.
"Fu .... Fuhhh ..."she started, thinking of anything that might moisten the lust inside her.
"Show her the video."one of the other 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 erotic love this."he said as the internet was accessed."Fucktube."the man said, and looked at the screen."Only just put it up and over a one hundred hits already."Carol blinked as she she saw Patty on the screen. On the ‘ net ! Only her uniform tunic was not buttoned but tied together so her belly was exposed. cake put the badge up close to the camera then pinned it to the wrinkled blue shirt. She was wearing lacy panties. The hat and whang, too, and not lots else."I am Officer Patricia Heinrich."she watched her partner say. carol looked on in skepticism as she watched her disciplined, solidness police mate Begin to ‘ arrest'the three blackness men, watching them list 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 bulwark She didn't put up a scrap as the cuffs were taken from her belt and snapped on her."You are in a fucking geographical zone and not fucking."the man told her."How do you plead ?"
Carol watched Patty grin as she pressed herself against the black man's genitalia. 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 nigrify men and two female person voice answered as one."GUILTY !"
The man grabbed her hat and tossed it aside, then grabbed her hair and yanked her pass back. He pulled her away from the paries and Carol saw the delight on Patty's brass."20 class, Officer. Hard fuck ! Starting now."he grinned and marched her into the very Lapp bedroom Christmas carol had been in.
Christmas carol looked towards the room. She pulled her legs together and started rocking back and Forth River. As she watched Patty being thrown onto the bed, Carol knew one thing for certain - she was so deuced horny ! The black man who had cuffed patty paused the video. He held up some rope and smiled then carol found her stifle being pulled apart and each leg being tied to the respective chairman leg. He stopped the TV and closed the net. Carol said cipher, pulling at the roofy that held her legs undetermined. He put his lip to her ear."I can smell out how ass horny you are."he whispered.
"fuck you,"she said back.
"I know you will."he replied, opening up the disc tray of the laptop. He put a record in and waited for the platform to get going. Then clicked on a clitoris and expanded the picture show so it filled the screen door. Carol found herself looking at patty again. In the panty, and showing the badge."We got a picayune job to do. Meanwhile, enjoy the movies."he told her and plugged in a duad of phone, then put them over her ear. He started the movie again and put the strait up ... ..


TO BE CONTINUED ... .