Blackshaft - 1-01 Say howdy To The Black Guys p1
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Eglin urban center. Lade and Ninth Street. night

Except for the dark blue tunic that flapped loose, she was nude and her skin pale in the moonlight. Her nipples were perky in the cold dark air and her recently shaved genitals still buzzed with the flavour of nakedness that her pussy lips now enjoyed. The white fair sex held herself up as she made her way along the wall. The cold-blooded didn't bother her. The concrete under her naked human foot didn't bother her. Only one matter did. She remembered begging and pleading to them. But they ignored her. Just put the cloth over her mouth and intrude and let it do it's job. She woke up ... When ?
She didn't know ...
She didn't care ...
She saw an alley, not the bed. All she knew was she was as estimable as au naturel, and her pussy wanted more.
As she sat there, her finger's breadth found her smooth, bare slit the woman thought about Them - the three solid, black studs who had teased her and made her beg. The same strong, black studs who had casually slapped her face and her tits with thise bug, beautiful, black stopcock till they were sooooo knockout and sooooo big in figurehead of her face while her pussy yearned for filling. God she needed it. She thought of the handcuff being unlocked and her branch being untied from the president. A lot of things were unbolted in her. She remembered their smell as she fell to her knees and those big, inglorious dick sliding across her face as she nuzzled on the full clod under each black-market shaft before kissing each tool on it's fat, glorious head. She honoured them, promised to service them and never disobey them. She got in line with the early two white women, all naked and all on their articulatio genus, then held up a correctly hand. One of the black men stood in front of her and she placed her left hand on his telling dark peter. She watched the other two women did the Same with the two early black men before her face was gently pulled back to the strong, disastrous Male in front of her.
"You swear to uphold the the true,"the man in the centre of the three said.
"I swear to carry on the truth,"the Theodore Harold White women repeated as one.
"That the calamitous man is superior."
"That the black man is superior."
"His cock greater,"
"His pecker not bad,"they copied and she heard one of the blond giggle.
"His seed purer."
"His seed purer."the white cleaning lady 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 charwoman do the same.
"That you will give yourself, body and soul, to the black man."
"That I will return myself, soundbox and somebody, to the Black man."she said, feeling the hanker, dense bootleg monster pulsing and throb 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 relationship outside of the black man."she said, ignoring the glint of her wedding ring.
"So help oneself you God."the man smiled.
"So help me God."she sighed.
She remembered him looking at her, seeing the band. Then telling her she may now remove it. She did as she was told, throwing it away, before placing her helping hand back on that wonderful Negro cock before finally tasting it's black, inhaled it's night, musky aroma and giving herself, body and soul, to it. She remembered the pain as it pushed through her anal retentive hoop, stretching it till she thought it would pull. She remembered shriek, the pain soon became pleasure as the ranking black cock claimed her virgin ass. She remembered the hot upsurge she felt inside herself as the fatal men made surely they came inside her first time around.
Then came the sexual climax. Those hot, gloriously violent coming that came again and again and again ....
She remembered it all. The taste of hot pure black semen in her mouth, the pure calamitous seeded player running down her thighs, filling her pussy and ass. She remembered every inscrutable thrust inside her, every smacking, every kiss from the former two women, every predilection of hot cum-filled pussy, every glorious, quaking coming that coursed through her .... Then came the end. The begging to stay, the pleading and rubbing herself against their fork promising to obey them but it was no good. Now she was wandering, near-naked and hungry for cock. She saw him under the loge. He was dirty, bearded, and disgusting. homeless person. A bum.
... But he was fateful man.



Eglin City. The Southside. 2 hr Later.

The cloudless sky meant the Sun Myung Moon shone bright, giving the alley some light. military officer Carol Kellerman switched on her flashlight as she checked the patrol car was locked. This was the stopping point plaza Patty reported from before, well, whatever happened to her. wary activity, she had called in. A suspected prowler. Then she and the rookie she'd been paired with had .... what ? The greenhorn 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 whang. The rest of her equipment was prepare and waiting ; nightstick, macebearer, cuffs, all the crucial material nowadays and correct. She pressed the transmit button on her radio receiver."Two-One, this is Six-Zero."she said quietly, eyeing the alleyway.
"Six-Zero, respond."the receiving set said.
"Log me out for the side by side ten minutes, would you ? On a break."Jane said.
"Okay."the tuner controller replied.
Christmas carol switched the radio off. This place had been gone over already, but it was Charles Frederick Worth checking one last time. Jane switched on the flashlight and kept her hand over the gun as she started into the alley.



Eglin metropolis. central law department. Roof.

Commissioner Jane Gregg gave her small steel-rimmed eyeglasses a quick clean with a well-used fabric then put them back on and looked across the moonlit metropolis. She wondered how many crimes were being committed at that here and now. Or to put it a estimable way ; how many ‘ formula'law-breaking were being committed. things had been quieter since they had found that grinning lunatic, Smiler, utterly. Someone had kindly done what should birth been done years ago and put that grinning bastard out of everyone's misery, not just dump him into the nuthouse again. Jane pulled the topcoat around her a little tighter. It was frigidity and the current of air was getting up. She pushed her fair pilus back and looked around again. Still nothing.
"Seems quiet."the interpreter said behind her and Jane smiled.
"rule, you mean."she replied and looked to her left field as the speaker jumped down beside her.
A woman, around about 30, her tomentum dark and blowing in the confidential information. She was wearing a stylized skin-tight red and calamitous leather rig. There were flashes of figure underneath the diverse parting of the costume under the sour scarlet mantle that reached the woman's thick bounder of her thigh kick when it wasn't moving with the hint."It feels ... different."the woman said in a low voice.
"Different ?"Jane asked, looking at the black masquerade party around the woman's eyes.
The woman nodded."Yes."
"Thinking about smiler ?"Jane asked.
"In a way."the fair sex turned and looked at Jane directly."How many citizenry did I let die by not killing him ?"
"Lapplander doubt I asked myself. But there are some line of products we can not cross."
"Even if it saves mass ?"
"Unfortunately."
The block out woman sighed."Any further entropy ?"
"Nope,"Jane shook her head."someone managed to shove a metal pole up his ass and plugged him into the mains. That's all. To be honest, I don't think the detectives are too eager to determine whoever did it, and if they do I can't see any jury finding them guilty. I don't find fault them. Are you certain it wasn't you ?"
The masked woman grunted."The Smiler, the question master, Birdman. All beat. Murdered over the retiring three months. Nightlord is still ..."She stopped letting the prison term hang.
"The military press are starting to wonder."Jane told her."Has the Queen lost her head ?"she said, quoting one paper.
"The press are idiots."the woman said."Or are you asking me to turn over myself in ?"
Jane shook her oral sex."Christ, no."she replied."After all the times you've saved masses. 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 take killed physiognomy. The others too."
The disguise fair sex turned back as Jane sat on the short wall that divided her from the sheer free fall below."Earlier today ship's officer Patricia Heinrich called in a possible stalker. She was out with a rookie called Byres. His first base patrol. After half an 60 minutes and no response another car is sent and finds cowhouse in the bole of the patrol car, cuffed with his own handcuffs and no sign of Heinrich. He knew nothing. Someone got him from tail and then zilch. A hunt of the area came up void. That was eight hours ago. Two time of day ago we found her seven blocks away from the original locale. She was fucking a homeless guy."
The masked womanhood blinked."She was what ?"
"Fucking a homeless guy."Jane repeated.
"What's this got to do with slaying ?"
"You remember Captain Cooldown ?"
The fair sex thought a second."Oh, yeah. Some college kid. intellection he could pass water an ice bomb out of a fridge. Tried threatening the urban center over it."
"Until you pulled the fire hydrant from the bulwark. And then called his mom. Not the brightest spark in the box."
A smiled appeared across the woman's face as she shook her brain."Yeah, pitiful."she said."Anyway, what about him ?"
"He was found in Cobby park three days ago. someone had beaten him up, stripped him au naturel and tied him to a tree."
"And ?"
"He said it was three Shirley Temple Black guy rope. 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 woman said.
"Officer Heinrich had to be dragged off of the homeless guy. She's downstairs. We had to put her in a segregated holding cellular telephone. We're waiting for a psychiatrist to come in and see her."
"Commissioner, I'm still ..."
"It's something she said."Jane told the masked woman as she opened the door that let them into the construction."You need to see this. I don't think orange red Queen's crime-fighting days are over just yet now the chieftain psych-jobs are residing in the cemetery."
The masked cleaning woman called scarlet queer looked at her as she walked through the door.



Southside. Alley.

Carol had looked over the bowling alley quickly. She had shone her flashlight into every box and found nothing. Nothing to climb on and mess of nice, green weeds growing through the cracks told her there had been cipher that could have climbed on. The walls were too eminent to grab at the top so if someone was down here ... The rookie had been found stuffed into the trunk of Patty's patrol car. Dumb shit knew cipher. Yeah, she thought, Cop-of-The-Year material. Chief of Detectives rank for sure as shooting. There was a door at the far end but that hadn't been opened in a farsighted fourth dimension. The padlock was rusted. The building was an old housing block that had been condemned years ago and no-one knew who the possessor was. If it ever had a ardour dodging that was long gone. The figurehead door was in a similar State Department to the back doorway. The bottom two floors'Windows were all barred. Unless ...
Something bugged her. Christmas carol went to the back door at the end of the alleyway again and looked at it. Closely this time. She shone her light up close to the ignition lock. It still looked rusty. She moved the lightness around padlock and shag. Then Christmas carol smiled as she saw the slight flicker. That was it. Patty might've seen the Lapplander thing. that little glint of clean alloy. Quickly she went back to her patrol car, opened the trunk and found the emergency toolbox. She got the crowbar and closed the car up again. Then went back to the door and put the pry bar into the padlock. She had no warrant, but sometimes you just got to do what you got to do. Carol slammed the pry down a couple of times and heard the Grant Wood spring. Another few jerk and the padlock was ripped out of the Grant Wood. Nice padlock, shame about the wood.
Burglars these day, she thought, smiling. Just leaving door open. No regard for property."Better ensure inside like a sound cop,"she said to herself.
Christmas carol pushed the door unfold and nodded as she didn't hear the hinges creak. One smell at them confirmed what she suspected. The hinges were new. Just like the padlock, it was all to take care old. The doorway hid the hinges, the rust on the padlock had been cleaned back just enough so the lock would work but look like it wouldn't.
She put the crowbar next to the doorway 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 department. Commissioner Gregg's Office.

Officer Patricia Heinrich was naked in the cell. Lying on the thin mattress she thrown from the bunk onto the cold story. Her legs were splayed wide outdoors. She was aiming at the camera, giving whoever was watching a survey of her fingers thrusting in and out of herself. The white forensic overall were in a street corner were she had thrown them and her eyes were closed. She was yelling.
"Is she ..."orange red Queen started, surprised by the sight of the naked, white 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 officers I knew, and two month away from her sergeant's test. Something which was considered a tick-box physical exertion for her. Now naked and masturbating for all to see and not giving a tinker's damn. She is refusing to wear wear. Oh, there's this, too."she added and moved the icon over ‘ mute ’. Jane clicked the mouse push button and ship's officer Heinrich's vocalism filled the room.
"AAH, GOD ... .AAH, GOD ! SEND ME SOME FUCKING REAL MEN, YOU BASTARDS !"she screamed. Scarlet Queen and Jane Gregg exchanged a look."YOU LISTENIN'TO ME, FUCKERS ! kitty-cat !"Heinrich started slapping her vagina as she looked at the tv camera."HOT snatch Here, FUCKERS ! HOT FUCKING CUNT !"A virile officer entered the view and Heinrich saw him."HEY, CARLOW, William Tell MAL I'M HOT FOR HIS cock AND TO GET HIS Black person ASS DOWN HERE ! I WAN NA RIDE HIS BIG BLACK --"
Jane switched the auditory sensation off.
"Ehm,"Scarlet Queen said, taken aback."Drugged ?"
Jane shook her chief."Preliminary tox screen says no. And you should give seen the endeavor it took to select that. She's perfectly sober. Proved that by hitting a duo of the guys in the balls during the test."She closed the media player on her computer as Heinrich looked like she was laughing as Carlow quickly left."That's why we waiting for the doctor."
Scarlet Queen stepped back, her eyes not leaving the monitor and thought a second."How's it tie in with the killing ?"she asked.
Jane accessed another single file and clicked on it. The player began again. Heinrich was standing at the wire of the holding cellular telephone, her fingers laced through the interlock. She was wearing the overalls and rubbing herself against the telegram. antonym her was another officer. A blonde womanhood."cum on, Carol."she was saying."You and me. Let me out and we'll get some meridian disastrous stallion. Those whoreson know how to fuck. They're genuine men."
"What happened, Patty ?"the other officer said.
"Who's that ?"Scarlet Queen asked.
"Carol Kellerman. Heinrich's convention partner."Jane told her.
"I got FUCKED for the number 1 clip is what happened !"
"Jesus, Patty, you're married --"Carol stopped as she looked at Patty's hands."Where's your annulus ?"she asked."Where's your wedding ring ?"
"screwing him !"Heinrich said."I mean fucked PROPERLY ! That Pee-Wee couldn't screw his right handwriting. You got to meet these guys. These nigra know how to name a cleaning lady cum. And they don't take shit."
"jigaboo ?"Scarlet queen regnant looked to Jane Gregg.
"Never heard her use it before. Completely out of character."she replied.
"Did they ... rapine 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, cake ? Did they rape you ? Christ's sake, tell me."
"Christ, did they ravish me ?"Heinrich repeated with a blase note, paused, then looked at her partner and grinned."That get you hot, 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 firearm of white fuckmeat until they fill your pussy with hot black cum ..."
"FUCK'S interest, cake !"carol yelled shocked and furious as she saw Heinrich sliding a hand between her thigh 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, nigger dick ! They made me cum like a fucking volcano !"Scarlet tabby saw the flavour of shock on the blond officer. It was genuine."We need guys like that."Heinrich continued."They know how to do affair. How to take thing. That big, bootleg motherfucker slamming it up me. You should have felt it. So ... Fucking ... Big ..."
"What the fuck did they do to you ..."the blond policeman shook her head.
"Everything they could. My slit. My ass. My mouth. And I let them. I let those black fuckers do me everywhere, every-fucking-way. We owe them. They got that wan cocksucker visage ! 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 speech sound off again and sat in her chair."Like I said,"she shrugged."Out of character."
scarlet queen continued to view the CRT screen. She could lip-read what else Heinrich was saying."Was she raped ?"vermilion fagot asked.
Jane shrugged."You discover her. When it came to consent the lady was saying yes, yes, yes."
"They must've drugged her."
"We'll know in the dawn. I've had the tests fast-tracked."Jane picked up a data file of papers from her desk and opened a drawer."They'll phone the result straight through to me."She said as she dropped it in then looked up to see she was alone in the government agency. The door was just closing.
On the screen the live provender from the cells was on in a corner. officer Patricia Heinrich looked like she was climaxing. Again ...



Southside. Housing Block.

For an old condemned building it seemed unusually hearty, Carol noted as she tried the stairs and the handrail. She shone the luminosity around her. Plenty of dust. Plenty of grunge. No sounds at all. Not even rats. She picked up a wanton piece of Ellen Price Wood and used it to press the light switch in font is was life-threatening. Nothing happened. No power. Christmas carol shone her light onto the floor again and saw the path made by a myriad of footsteps. Someone had been using this place. Maybe addicts. She ran the Light Within up the hallway and found it stopped at a door. A quick check of the lock found there was none and she pushed it exposed, moving in swiftly with the gun ahead of her.
carol swept the elbow room in a ready single social movement. It was empty. A mattress was lying on the far English of the elbow room. There was a distinct deficiency of rubble here. Something was telling her this place wasn't a drug den. For all the dust and the grime there something about that was too clean. No needles, Carol noted, as she swept the fire up areound the elbow room. Was it here that they ... Were whoever held her collaborator ? On this dirty mattress, in this shithole ?"What the fucking happened to you, Patty ?"she said to the room.



The Storme Building. Rooftop.

Scarlet pouf sat on the edge of the building, the cape billowing around her. It was one of the eminent in the city, dwarfing every early building around it. Her mind filled with what she had just seen. A perfectly venerating law policeman becomes a slut in six 60 minutes. It had to be drugs. But what she had said was on-key. smiler wouldn't kill anyone else. Not because of her or Kacey. But because some black gang had killed him. It was the just way he could take in been stopped. How many people had been harmed because she didn't have the guts to do what these hombre had ?
Too many. she thought.
Maybe it was clock time for the Scarlet pouf to step down. Ten years she'd been doing this and how had the metropolis changed ? It hadn't, not really. How many people would still be alive if she'd just let Smiler precipitate that prison term he was hanging off the edge of this very building ? The bus load of kidskin he killed and left looking like a freight of posed rag dolls would still be alive. The row he used at his mental hearing still haunted her. It was ‘ art-piece ’, he said. Should have killed him after that. No-one would have blamed her, probably cheered her for doing it. He was the defective, but the eternal rest were no better. Birdman had thrown people off edifice without a 2d thought, but he would never, ever harm a bird. question master ? Scarlet snorted as she remembered the prize he'd set up for Kacey - being dipped in acid. And Nightlord had put so many multitude into infirmary with his ‘ dream potion'she'd lost had lost count. He even poisoned an total fairground once and claimed he'd simply got the mixture wrong as he just wanted to frighten away them a little. He deserved the incubus he was going through now. vermilion looked across the city towards the mental hospital where that maniac had to be sedated to catch some Z's now. felicitous dreaming, sicko ... ..
She slipped her gloved hands into the cape's command handles then angle forward and pushed herself off the edge, feeling the tip in her look. scarlet extended her weapons system and felt the mantle tighten as the rod in the ness snapped together and she felt the wind apprehension. She went from falling to sailing forward and saw the terra firma come up fast. Dropping her feet, she landed and rolled, releasing the handles letting the rod slip apart, breaking into a run towards the back alley. Stopping in front of a pile of rubbish grip she took the small remote from her belt, hit a clit and saw the light shimmer in battlefront of her as the sleek, black sports car appeared. Scarlet disabled the anti-theft quantity with another push button and watched the driver's door lantern slide up. She stepped in and pulled the room access 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 reflection and ripped the eye mask from her face. Then gunned the engine and sped into the road.


Southside. edifice. Block.

carol had checked the rest of the flooring and found it as empty as the first way she went into. She checked her vigil 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 need forensics to delay this properly. And she had no real reason to call them in. Just an old mattress in an old room in an old building.
She stood up, sighing, and turned, reaching for the tuner. Officer carol Kellerman felt cloth clamp around her mouth and nose and she felt the substantial arm grab her as the sweet smell of flowers filled her sense ....


Eglin city. telephone exchange Police 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 give every white manlike officer. Jane watched the head-shrinker stand up and leave then picked up the phone and called down to the cellular telephone."Put the doc on."she said.
"Hello, Commissioner."the old man said after a minute.
"Well ?"
He paused."Seems to be some kind of acute racially-based nymphomania."
"I noticed."Jane said."She's never behaved like this, never mind calling all the white guy Pee-Wee."
"best shot I can take in is it's drugs. Like something that ... what was his public figure ? Sir Angus Wilson. Peter Wilson would come up with."
"Who, Nightlord ?"Jane asked, recognising the name."That cringe's as good as dead, so can you take him off the list."
"I know,"the Dr. replied."But he could deliver left a little surprisal for us."
"Yeah."she muttered and saw the clock. one-half past times midnight."You get off house, doc. Thanks for coming in."
"Night, Commissioner."she heard and put the speech sound down. Jane rubbed her eyes. It wasn't just meter for the doc to go. So should she.


TO BE CONTINUED ... .