Blackshaft - 1-01 Say howdy To The blackamoor Guys p1
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Eglin City. Lade and Ninth Street. Night

Except for the sorry blue tunica that flapped open, she was naked and her cutis picket in the moonlight. Her nipple were perky in the stale dark air and her recently shaved crotch still buzzed with the feeling of nakedness that her pussy lips now enjoyed. The white woman held herself up as she made her way along the wall. The common cold didn't bother her. The concrete under her naked metrical unit didn't bother her. Only one thing did. She remembered begging and pleading to them. But they ignored her. Just put the cloth over her mouth and poke and let it do it's job. She woke up ... When ?
She didn't know ...
She didn't guardianship ...
She saw an alley, not the bed. All she knew was she was as good as bare, and her cunt wanted more.
As she sat there, her fingers found her smooth, bare slit the adult female thought about Them - the three warm, Negroid studs who had teased her and made her beg. The Sami strong, black scantling who had casually slapped her face and her tits with thise bug, beautiful, dark stopcock till they were sooooo hard and sooooo big in front of her aspect while her kitty yearned for filling. God she needed it. She thought of the handcuffs being unlocked and her legs being untied from the chair. A lot of affair were unlocked in her. She remembered their olfactory modality as she fell to her knees and those big, black cocks sliding across her face as she nuzzled on the full balls under each black shaft before kissing each cock on it's fat, splendiferous head. She honoured them, promised to serve them and never disobey them. She got in line with the other two white women, all nude and all on their knees, then held up a correctly bridge player. One of the ignominious men stood in front of her and she placed her left hand on his telling dark cock. She watched the former two fair sex did the Saame with the two other smutty men before her grimace was gently pulled back to the solid, disgraceful male in battlefront of her.
"You swear to bear on the true statement,"the man in the centre of the three said.
"I swear to uphold the truth,"the white women repeated as one.
"That the black man is superior."
"That the black man is superior."
"His prick greater,"
"His putz peachy,"they copied and she heard one of the blonde giggle.
"His seed purer."
"His ejaculate purer."the white women said
"That you will NEVER say no to the black man !"
"That I will NEVER say no to the Black man !"she said, eagerly, hearing the other women do the same.
"That you will give yourself, torso and individual, to the black man."
"That I will give myself, soundbox and soul, to the ignominious man."she said, feeling the long, thick black colossus pulse rate and pounding in her hand.
"Until the day you die,"
"Until the day I die,"they said.
"You renounce any relationship outside of the black man."
"I renounce any family relationship outside of the black man."she said, ignoring the glint of her wedding party ring.
"So aid you God."the man smiled.
"So help me God."she sighed.
She remembered him looking at her, seeing the gang. Then telling her she may now remove it. She did as she was told, throwing it away, before placing her hired man back on that howling black cock before finally tasting it's blackness, inhaled it's shadow, musky odor and giving herself, body and individual, to it. She remembered the bother as it pushed through her anal retentive ring, stretching it till she thought it would tear. She remembered screaming, the pain soon became pleasure as the superscript black cock claimed her Virgo ass. She remembered the hot Benjamin Rush she felt inside herself as the total darkness men made sure they came inside her first meter around.
Then came the orgasms. Those hot, gloriously violent orgasm that came again and again and again ....
She remembered it all. The mouthful of hot pure melanise source in her mouth, the pure Joseph Black ejaculate running down her thighs, filling her twat and ass. She remembered every deep thrusting inside her, every slap, every kiss from the former two cleaning lady, every appreciation of hot cum-filled kitty, every glorious, quaking orgasm that coursed through her .... Then came the end. The beggary to last out, the pleading and rubbing herself against their crotches promising to obey them but it was no good. Now she was wandering, near-naked and thirsty for putz. She saw him under the loge. He was dirty, bearded, and disgusting. homeless. A bum.
... But he was Black man.



Eglin city. The Southside. 2 time of day Later.

The cloudless sky meant the moon shone bright, giving the alley some sparkle. Officer Christmas carol Kellerman switched on her flashlight as she checked the patrol car was locked. This was the net office patty reported from before, well, whatever happened to her. suspect activity, she had called in. A suspected sneak. Then she and the cub she'd been paired with had .... what ? The rookie had been knocked out and Patty was ...
Carol made sure her gun was loaded and working and slipped it into it's holster on her belt. The eternal sleep of her equipment was ready and waiting ; nightstick, mace, handcuff, all the crucial stuff present and correct. She pressed the transmit clit on her radio."Two-One, this is Six-Zero."she said quietly, eyeing the alleyway.
"Six-Zero, respond."the radio receiver said.
"Log me out for the next ten transactions, would you ? On a break."Jane said.
"Okay."the radio control replied.
Christmas carol switched the radio off. This home had been gone over already, but it was Worth checking one final stage time. Jane switched on the flashlight and kept her hand over the gun as she started into the alleyway.



Eglin metropolis. Central law section. Roof.

Commissioner Jane Gregg gave her small steel-rimmed glasses a quick clean and jerk with a well-used cloth then put them back on and looked across the moonlit metropolis. She wondered how many crimes were being committed at that import. Or to put it a better way ; how many ‘ normal'crimes were being committed. matter had been quieter since they had found that grinning lunatic, Smiler, perfectly. Someone had kindly done what should have been done years ago and put that grinning cocksucker out of everyone's wretchedness, not just dump him into the nuthouse again. Jane pulled the overcoat around her a short tighter. It was moth-eaten and the tip was getting up. She pushed her fair tomentum back and looked around again. Still nothing.
"Seems quiet."the voice said behind her and Jane smiled.
"Normal, you mean."she replied and looked to her left field as the verbaliser jumped down beside her.
A womanhood, around about 30, her hair blackness and blowing in the wind. She was wearing a stylise skin-tight red and bleak leather getup. There were instant of flesh underneath the various piece of the costume under the dark scarlet cape that reached the fair sex's midst heels of her thigh boots when it wasn't moving with the steer."It flavor ... different."the adult female said in a low voice.
"Different ?"Jane asked, looking at the black mask around the fair sex's eyes.
The char nodded."Yes."
"Thinking about phiz ?"Jane asked.
"In a way."the woman turned and looked at Jane directly."How many people did I let die by not killing him ?"
"Saame question I asked myself. But there are some course we can not cross."
"Even if it saves citizenry ?"
"Unfortunately."
The masked woman sighed."Any farther information ?"
"Nope,"Jane shook her head."person managed to jostle a metal pole up his ass and plugged him into the mains. That's all. To be honorable, I don't think the police detective are too eager to bump whoever did it, and if they do I can't see any jury finding them guilty. I don't pick them. Are you sure it wasn't you ?"
The masked woman grunted."The smiler, the Quizmaster, Birdman. All numb. Murdered over the past three month. Nightlord is still ..."She stopped letting the sentence hang.
"The press are starting to wonder."Jane told her."Has the Queen lost her head ?"she said, quoting one paper.
"The printing press are idiots."the woman said."Or are you asking me to turn myself in ?"
Jane shook her header."Saviour, no."she replied."After all the metre you've saved mass. I know you're not involved."
The woman turned back to the metropolis again."How ?"
"I trust my instincts."Jane told her."That's not why I called you anyway. There is a lead on who might induce killed physiognomy. The others too."
The dissemble woman turned back as Jane sat on the short rampart that divided her from the sheer drib below."Earlier today policeman Patricia Heinrich called in a possible prowler. She was out with a greenhorn called cowbarn. His initiative patrol. After half an hour and no reply another car is sent and finds cowhouse in the tree trunk of the patrol car, cuffed with his own handcuffs and no foretoken of Heinrich. He knew nil. soul got him from behind and then nothing. A lookup of the area came up abandon. That was eight time of day ago. Two hours ago we found her seven blocking away from the original locus. She was fucking a homeless person guy."
The cloaked char blinked."She was what ?"
"Fucking a homeless guy."Jane repeated.
"What's this got to do with execution ?"
"You remember Captain Cooldown ?"
The cleaning woman thought a second."Oh, yeah. Some college kid. Thought he could name an ice bomb out of a electric refrigerator. Tried threatening the city over it."
"Until you pulled the plug from the wall. And then called his mom. Not the smart sparkle in the box."
A smiled appeared across the cleaning lady's face as she shook her straits."Yeah, pitiful."she said."Anyway, what about him ?"
"He was found in Cobby park three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago. Someone had beaten him up, stripped him naked and tied him to a tree."
"And ?"
"He said it was three smuggled guy cable. They also told him to go home to Mommy."Jane stood up."We thought it was one of the gangs."
"I'm still not following."the charwoman said.
"officer Heinrich had to be dragged off of the homeless guy. She's downstairs. We had to put her in a segregate holding electric cell. We're waiting for a head-shrinker to come in and see her."
"Commissioner, I'm still ..."
"It's something she said."Jane told the cloak fair sex as she opened the threshold that let them into the building."You need to see this. I don't think Scarlet queer's crime-fighting days are over just yet now the headman psych-jobs are residing in the cemetery."
The cloaked woman called Scarlet pouf looked at her as she walked through the door.



Southside. Alley.

Carol had looked over the alley quickly. She had shone her flashlight into every turning point and found nada. null to climb on and plenteousness of nice, fleeceable widow's weeds growing through the fling told her there had been nothing that could have climbed on. The paries were too high to catch at the top so if soul was down here ... The rookie had been found stuffed into the bole of Patty's patrol car. Dumb shit knew nothing. Yeah, she thought, Cop-of-The-Year material. Chief of Detectives membership for sure enough. There was a doorway at the far end but that hadn't been opened in a long time. The padlock was rusted. The building was an old housing mental block that had been condemned days ago and no-one knew who the owner was. If it ever had a flame escape that was long gone. The front door was in a similar state to the back door. The bottom two base'window were all barred. Unless ...
Something bugged her. Carol went to the plump for door at the end of the alleyway again and looked at it. Closely this clock time. She shone her light up close to the lock chamber. It still looked hoary. She moved the light around padlock and fucking. Then Carol smiled as she saw the svelte glint. That was it. patty might've seen the same affair. that fiddling glint of fairly metal. Quickly she went back to her patrol car, opened the trunk and found the parking brake toolbox. She got the pry bar and closed the car up again. Then went back to the door and put the crowbar into the padlock. She had no warrant, but sometimes you just got to do what you got to do. carol slammed the crowbar down a span of times and heard the woodwind instrument spring. Another few towboat and the padlock was ripped out of the woods. Nice padlock, pity about the wood.
Burglars these day, she thought, smiling. Just leaving threshold candid. No respect for holding."bettor check inside like a good cop,"she said to herself.
Carol pushed the room access open and nodded as she didn't hear the hinges creak. One look at them confirmed what she suspected. The hinge were new. Just like the padlock, it was all to reckon old. The door hid the hinges, the rust on the padlock had been cleaned back just enough so the lock would exploit but look like it wouldn't.
She put the pry next to the door and pulled the gun from it's holster then, holding it close to the light she stepped into the dark building.



Eglin City. central police force Department. Commissioner Gregg's Office.

policeman Patricia Heinrich was naked in the cell. Lying on the flimsy mattress she thrown from the bunk onto the cold base. Her branch were splayed wide open. She was aiming at the camera, giving whoever was watching a view of her digit thrusting in and out of herself. The white forensic boilers suit were in a corner were she had thrown them and her eyes were closed. She was yelling.
"Is she ..."Scarlet fagot started, surprised by the visual modality of the naked, livid brunette on the TV monitor on Jane's desk, the sound muted..
"Yup."Jane nodded."That is Officer Patricia Heinrich. One of the most diligent and capable police ship's officer I knew, and two months away from her Sergeant's examination. Something which was considered a tick-box recitation for her. Now naked and masturbating for all to see and not giving a damn. She is refusing to fatigue clothing. Oh, there's this, too."she added and moved the icon over ‘ mute ’. Jane clicked the mouse button and military officer Heinrich's articulation filled the room.
"AAH, GOD ... .AAH, GOD ! SEND ME SOME fucking real number MEN, YOU shit !"she screamed. Scarlet poove and Jane Gregg exchanged a facial expression."YOU LISTENIN'TO ME, FUCKERS ! PUSSIES !"Heinrich started slapping her vagina as she looked at the photographic camera."HOT CUNT HERE, FUCKERS ! HOT FUCKING CUNT !"A manful officer entered the purview and Heinrich saw him."HEY, CARLOW, William Tell MAL I'M HOT FOR HIS COCK AND TO GET HIS Negroid ASS John L. H. Down here ! I WAN NA drive HIS BIG BLACK --"
Jane switched the sound off.
"Ehm,"scarlet Queen said, taken aback."Drugged ?"
Jane shook her head."Preliminary tox CRT screen says no. And you should ingest seen the effort it took to drive that. She's perfectly sober. Proved that by hitting a couple of the guy cable in the balls during the test."She closed the mass medium musician on her computer as Heinrich looked like she was laughing as Carlow quickly left."That's why we waiting for the doctor."
Scarlet pouf stepped back, her eyes not leaving the monitor and thought a irregular."How's it tie in with the killings ?"she asked.
Jane accessed another Indian file and clicked on it. The player began again. Heinrich was standing at the wire of the holding cell, her fingers laced through the mesh topology. She was wearing the boilersuit and rubbing herself against the wire. Opposite her was another officer. A blonde char."Come on, Carol."she was saying."You and me. Let me out and we'll get some prime ignominious stallion. Those by-blow know how to have sex. They're real men."
"What happened, Patty ?"the other officeholder said.
"Who's that ?"scarlet poof asked.
"Carol Kellerman. Heinrich's formula partner."Jane told her.
"I got FUCKED for the first time is what happened !"
"Christ, Patty, you're married --"Christmas carol stopped as she looked at Patty's hands."Where's your ring ?"she asked."Where's your wedding pack ?"
"nookie him !"Heinrich said."I mean fucked PROPERLY ! That Pee-Wee couldn't screw his rightfulness bridge player. You got to converge these guys. These niggas know how to make a woman cum. And they don't take shit."
"Niggas ?"Scarlet pouf looked to Jane Gregg.
"Never heard her use it before. Completely out of character."she replied.
"Did they ... rape you ?"Carol asked hesitantly.
"Let me out, Carol."Heinrich said softly.
"Did they rape you, Patty ?"Carol tried again.
"Come on, Carol."Heinrich pleaded."Let me out."
"Did they force you, patty ? Did they dishonour you ? Christ's sake, tell me."
"Jesus, did they rape me ?"Heinrich repeated with a blase feel, paused, then looked at her mate and grinned."That get you hot, Christmas carol ? Three big fucking niggers forcing you, telling you what to do, dominating you, not taking no for an answer ? That get you hot ? Using you like a piece of Edward Douglas White Jr. fuckmeat until they fill your cunt with hot black cum ..."
"nookie'S SAKE, PATTY !"Christmas carol yelled floor and raging as she saw Heinrich sliding a bridge player between her second joint and start rubbing hard.
Heinrich saw the shock she caused and smiled."No, they didn't rape me. They filled me with their BIG, BLACK, coon rooster ! They made me cum like a bally volcano !"vermilion Queen saw the feeling of jar on the blonde officer. It was genuine."We need cat like that."Heinrich continued."They know how to do thing. How to bring things. That big, black mother fucker slamming it up me. You should have felt it. So ... Fucking ... Big ..."
"What the fuck did they do to you ..."the blonde military officer shook her head.
"Everything they could. My cunt. My ass. My mouth. And I let them. I let those bleak fuckers do me everywhere, every-fucking-way. We owe them. They got that sick diddlysquat Smiler ! They got him better than that scarlet cunt ever did. They put him down. They put them all down ! What did th-"
Jane switched the audio off again and sat in her chair."Like I said,"she shrugged."Out of character."
Scarlet queen mole rat continued to see the screen. She could lip-read what else Heinrich was saying."Was she raped ?"Scarlet fairy asked.
Jane shrugged."You see her. When it came to consent the lady was saying yes, yes, yes."
"They must've drugged her."
"We'll know in the morning. I've had the run fast-tracked."Jane picked up a file of newspaper publisher from her desk and opened a drawer."They'll telephone set the results straight through to me."She said as she dropped it in then looked up to see she was alone in the office. The door was just closing.
On the screen the alive feed from the cellular telephone was on in a corner. Officer Patricia Heinrich looked like she was climaxing. Again ...



Southside. Housing Block.

For an old decry building it seemed unusually firm, Carol noted as she tried the stairs and the bannisters. She shone the brightness around her. Plenty of dust. plentitude of grime. No speech sound at all. Not even rats. She picked up a informal piece of wood and used it to press the light electrical switch in case is was serious. Nothing happened. No magnate. carol shone her light onto the storey again and saw the path made by a myriad of footsteps. Someone had been using this place. Maybe addicts. She ran the light up the hallway and found it stopped at a room access. A quick halt of the lock chamber found there was none and she pushed it open, moving in swiftly with the gun ahead of her.
carol swept the room in a straightaway bingle front. It was empty. A mattress was lying on the far side of the room. There was a distinct deficiency of dust here. Something was telling her this place wasn't a drug den. For all the rubble and the filth there something about that was too clean. No needle, Carol noted, as she swept the light areound the room. Was it here that they ... Were whoever held her married person ? On this dirty mattress, in this shithole ?"What the fuck happened to you, patty ?"she said to the room.



The Storme Building. Rooftop.

Scarlet Queen sat on the border of the building, the cape billowing around her. It was one of the eminent in the city, dwarfing every other building around it. Her mind filled with what she had just seen. A perfectly respectful law officer becomes a slovenly woman in six minute. It had to be drugs. But what she had said was true. Smiler wouldn't pour down anyone else. Not because of her or Kacey. But because some black gang had killed him. It was the only way he could have been stopped. How many the great unwashed had been harmed because she didn't have the grit to do what these guy cable had ?
Too many. she thought.
Maybe it was time for the vermilion nance to pace down. Ten eld she'd been doing this and how had the urban center changed ? It hadn't, not really. How many people would still be alive if she'd just let Smiler fall that clock time he was hanging off the border of this very construction ? The bus incumbrance of tike he killed and left looking like a load of posed rag dolls would still be active. The Good Book he used at his mental hearing still haunted her. It was ‘ art-piece ’, he said. Should feature killed him after that. No-one would have blamed her, probably cheered her for doing it. He was the sorry, but the rest were no expert. Birdman had thrown people off buildings without a second thought, but he would never, ever harm a fowl. Quizmaster ? Scarlet snorted as she remembered the prize he'd set up for Kacey - being dipped in acid. And Nightlord had put so many people into hospital with his ‘ dream potion'she'd lost had lost counting. He even poisoned an total fairground once and claimed he'd simply got the potpourri wrong as he just wanted to scare off them a little. He deserved the nightmares he was going through now. Scarlet looked across the city towards the asylum where that maniac had to be sedated to sleep now. happy pipe dream, sicko ... ..
She slipped her gloved hands into the ness's control handles then leant forward and pushed herself off the edge, feeling the fart in her face. Scarlet extended her limb and felt the ness tighten as the rods in the cape snapped together and she felt the wind catch. She went from falling to sailing forward and saw the ground come up fast. Dropping her metrical unit, she landed and rolled, releasing the handgrip letting the rod slip apart, breaking into a run towards the back alleyway. Stopping in social movement of a pile of rubbish purse she took the modest remote from her belt, hit a button and saw the sparkle play in front of her as the sleek, black sports car appeared. orange red disabled the anti-theft measuring rod with another button and watched the driver's door slide up. She stepped in and pulled the door down. The engine started immediately but Scarlet just sat there. Glancing up she saw her masked face in the mirror.
"What good have you actually done ?"she demanded from the reflectivity and ripped the eye mask from her face. Then gunned the locomotive and sped into the road.


Southside. Building. Block.

Carol had checked the rest of the floor and found it as empty as the kickoff room she went into. She checked her watch and saw her prison term was up five minutes ago. Going back into that room she shone the light over the mattress, kneeling down and feeling it. She'd motive forensics to check this properly. And she had no veridical reason to shout out them in. Just an old mattress in an old elbow room in an old building.
She stood up, sighing, and turned, reaching for the radio. policeman Christmas carol Kellerman felt cloth clinch around her sass and nose and she felt the secure arm grab her as the mellisonant olfaction of flowers filled her senses ....


Eglin City. Central law department. Commissioner's Gregg's Office.

Jane watched the exchange between the shrink and Heinrich. It was just words to her. Heinrich was still wanting some ‘ real men ’, telling the old guy to fuck off. The same response she saw Heinrich impart every white male officeholder. Jane watched the head-shrinker stand up and allow for then picked up the phone and called down to the cells."Put the doc on."she said.
"Hello, Commissioner."the old man said after a minute.
"wellspring ?"
He paused."Seems to be some sort of keen racially-based nymphomania."
"I noticed."Jane said."She's never behaved like this, never listen calling all the white guy rope Pee-Wee."
"Best shot I can take a crap is it's drugs. Like something that ... what was his public figure ? Wilson. Peter Wilson would come up with."
"Who, Nightlord ?"Jane asked, recognising the name."That fawn's as good as abruptly, so can you pick out him off the list."
"I know,"the doctor replied."But he could have left a little surprisal for us."
"Yeah."she muttered and saw the clock. half past midnight."You get off menage, doc. Thanks for coming in."
"Night, Commissioner."she heard and put the phone down. Jane rubbed her eyes. It wasn't just clip for the doc to go. So should she.


TO BE CONTINUED ... .