Blackshaft - 1-01 Say Hello To The Black Guys p1
( Adults Only. right of first publication @ Rama. 2013 )



Eglin city. Lade and one-ninth Street. Nox

Except for the dark bluing adventitia that flapped open, she was naked and her scrape pale in the moonlight. Her tit were perky in the cold night air and her recently shaved crotch still buzzed with the opinion of nakedness that her twat lips now enjoyed. The Edward Douglas White Jr. woman held herself up as she made her way along the wall. The cold didn't bother her. The concrete under her defenseless feet didn't bother her. Only one thing did. She remembered begging and pleading to them. But they ignored her. Just put the material over her mouth and wind 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 in force as naked, and her cunt wanted more.
As she sat there, her fingers found her smooth, bare slit the fair sex thought about Them - the three potent, black studs who had teased her and made her beg. The Saame strong, pitch-black studs who had casually slapped her face and her tits with thise bug, beautiful, Negro stopcock till they were sooooo laborious and sooooo big in front of her face while her pussy yearned for filling. God she needed it. She thought of the handlock being unlocked and her legs being untied from the hot seat. A lot of things were unlocked in her. She remembered their aroma as she fell to her knees and those big, black turncock sliding across her face as she nuzzled on the wide balls under each black prick before kissing each cock on it's fat, magnificent question. She honoured them, promised to serve them and never disobey them. She got in cable with the other two white womanhood, all nude and all on their knees, then held up a redress manus. One of the black men stood in figurehead of her and she placed her left bridge player on his impressive shadow cock. She watched the former two women did the same with the two former black men before her font was gently pulled back to the strong, Negro male in front of her.
"You swear to uphold the truth,"the man in the centre of the three said.
"I swear to maintain the truth,"the white charwoman repeated as one.
"That the blackness man is superior."
"That the black man is superior."
"His cock corking,"
"His cock enceinte,"they copied and she heard one of the blondes giggle.
"His seed purer."
"His seed purer."the white women said
"That you will NEVER say no to the black man !"
"That I will NEVER say no to the Negroid man !"she said, eagerly, hearing the early cleaning woman do the same.
"That you will reach yourself, organic structure and someone, to the black man."
"That I will reach myself, body and soul, to the black man."she said, feeling the long, blockheaded black monster pulse 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 family relationship outside of the melanise man."she said, ignoring the glint of her wedding ring.
"So help you God."the man smiled.
"So help me God."she sighed.
She remembered him looking at her, seeing the ring. Then telling her she may now polish off it. She did as she was told, throwing it away, before placing her hired hand back on that wonderful dark cock before finally tasting it's black, inhaled it's dark, musky scent and giving herself, body and someone, to it. She remembered the pain as it pushed through her anal ring, stretching it till she thought it would tear. She remembered scream, the pain sensation soon became pleasure as the master black peter claimed her Virgo ass. She remembered the hot rush she felt inside herself as the black men made sure they came inside her foremost metre around.
Then came the orgasm. Those hot, gloriously violent orgasm that came again and again and again ....
She remembered it all. The taste of hot pure black seminal fluid in her mouth, the pure black seed running down her second joint, filling her puss and ass. She remembered every deep thrust inside her, every smacking, every kiss from the other two cleaning woman, every tasting of hot cum-filled pussy, every glorious, quaking orgasm that coursed through her .... Then came the end. The begging to quell, the pleading and rubbing herself against their crotches promising to obey them but it was no sound. Now she was wandering, near-naked and hungry for hammer. She saw him under the box seat. He was unsporting, bearded, and disgusting. homeless person. A bum.
... But he was shameful man.



Eglin City. The Southside. 2 Hours Later.

The cloudless sky meant the moon shone bright, giving the alley some light. Officer Carol Kellerman switched on her flashlight as she checked the patrol car was locked. This was the utmost lieu Patty reported from before, well, whatever happened to her. wary activity, she had called in. A mistrust prowler. Then she and the rookie she'd been paired with had .... what ? The rookie had been knocked out and Patty was ...
Christmas carol made sure her gun was loaded and working and slipped it into it's holster on her belt. The respite of her equipment was ready and waiting ; nightstick, Mace, cuffs, all the all-important stuff present and correct. She pressed the transmit button on her tuner."Two-One, this is Six-Zero."she said quietly, eyeing the alleyway.
"Six-Zero, respond."the radio receiver said.
"Log me out for the side by side ten minute of arc, would you ? On a break."Jane said.
"Okay."the radio controller replied.
Carol switched the radio off. This office had been gone over already, but it was worth checking one last meter. Jane switched on the flashlight and kept her hand over the gun as she started into the back street.



Eglin City. Central constabulary section. Roof.

Commissioner Jane Gregg gave her small steel-rimmed spectacles a quick clean and jerk with a well-used cloth then put them back on and looked across the moonlit city. She wondered how many law-breaking were being committed at that moment. Or to put it a better way ; how many ‘ normal'law-breaking were being committed. things had been quieter since they had found that grinning maniac, Smiler, dead. individual had kindly done what should birth been done twelvemonth ago and put that grinning bastard out of everyone's wretchedness, not just floor him into the funny house again. Jane pulled the topcoat around her a picayune tighter. It was cold and the farting was getting up. She pushed her fair hair 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 as the speaker jumped down beside her.
A charwoman, around about 30, her whisker black and blowing in the current of air. She was wearing a stylised skin-tight red and Negroid leather outfit. There were flashes of flesh underneath the respective parts of the costume under the drab scarlet ness that reached the fair sex's thick heels of her second joint boots when it wasn't moving with the wind."It feels ... different."the woman said in a low voice.
"Different ?"Jane asked, looking at the black masque around the woman's eyes.
The woman nodded."Yes."
"Thinking about countenance ?"Jane asked.
"In a way."the char turned and looked at Jane directly."How many multitude did I let die by not killing him ?"
"Same question I asked myself. But there are some wrinkle we can not cross."
"Even if it saves the great unwashed ?"
"Unfortunately."
The cloaked woman sighed."Any encourage information ?"
"Nope,"Jane shook her capitulum."Someone managed to shove a metal pole up his ass and plugged him into the mains. That's all. To be reliable, I don't think the tec are too eagre to find whoever did it, and if they do I can't see any jury finding them guilty. I don't pick them. Are you surely it wasn't you ?"
The cloaked woman grunted."The Smiler, the Quizmaster, Birdman. All dead. Murdered over the past three months. 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 press are idiots."the womanhood said."Or are you asking me to turn myself in ?"
Jane shook her head."Jesus, no."she replied."After all the times you've relieve people. I know you're not involved."
The woman turned back to the city again."How ?"
"I trust my instincts."Jane told her."That's not why I called you anyway. There is a steer on who might have killed Smiler. The others too."
The disguise woman turned back as Jane sat on the brusk wall that divided her from the sheer drop below."Earlier today police officer Patricia Heinrich called in a possible prowler. She was out with a rookie called Byres. His first patrol. After half an hour and no response another car is sent and finds cow barn in the bole of the patrol car, cuffed with his own handcuffs and no sign of the zodiac of Heinrich. He knew nothing. Someone got him from hindquarters and then naught. A search of the country came up empty. That was eight hours ago. Two minute ago we found her seven pulley block away from the pilot locale. She was fucking a homeless guy."
The masked fair sex blinked."She was what ?"
"Fucking a homeless guy."Jane repeated.
"What's this got to do with slaying ?"
"You remember Captain Cooldown ?"
The womanhood thought a minute."Oh, yeah. Some college kid. Thought he could make an ice bomb out of a fridge. Tried threatening the city over it."
"Until you pulled the plug from the rampart. And then called his mom. Not the promising light in the box."
A smiled appeared across the char's expression as she shook her head."Yeah, pitiful."she said."Anyway, what about him ?"
"He was found in Cobby park three days ago. Someone had beaten him up, stripped him nude and tied him to a tree."
"And ?"
"He said it was three bleak guys. 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 cell. 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 adult female as she opened the threshold that let them into the building."You need to see this. I don't think Scarlet poof's crime-fighting day are over just yet now the headman psych-jobs are residing in the cemetery."
The masked woman called vermilion Queen looked at her as she walked through the door.



Southside. Alley.

Christmas carol had looked over the alley quickly. She had shone her torch into every street corner and found nothing. cipher to climb on and sight of nice, green pot growing through the chap told her there had been nothing that could experience climbed on. The paries were too high up to snaffle at the top so if someone was down here ... The greenhorn had been found stuffed into the body of patty's patrol car. Dumb shit knew zilch. Yeah, she thought, Cop-of-The-Year material. chieftain of Detectives rank for indisputable. There was a door at the far end but that hadn't been opened in a long time. The padlock was rusted. The building was an old housing block that had been condemned years ago and no-one knew who the owner was. If it ever had a fire evasion that was long gone. The forepart room access was in a exchangeable state to the backrest door. The bottomland two storey'windows were all barred. Unless ...
Something bugged her. Carol went to the game door at the end of the alley again and looked at it. Closely this fourth dimension. She shone her light up close to the ignition lock. It still looked rusty. She moved the light around padlock and piece of ass. Then Carol smiled as she saw the slight glint. That was it. Patty might've seen the Saame thing. that little glint of fairly metal. Quickly she went back to her patrol car, opened the torso and found the exigency tool chest. She got the crowbar and closed the car up again. Then went back to the door and put the wrecking bar into the padlock. She had no stock-purchase warrant, but sometimes you just got to do what you got to do. Carol slammed the crowbar down a couple of fourth dimension and heard the Wood give. Another few towboat and the padlock was ripped out of the woods. Nice padlock, shame about the wood.
Burglars these day, she thought, smiling. Just leaving room access open. No esteem for attribute."better check inside like a good cop,"she said to herself.
Carol pushed the door open and nodded as she didn't hear the hinge creak. One look at them confirmed what she suspected. The flexible joint were new. Just like the padlock, it was all to depend old. The door hid the hinge, the rust on the padlock had been cleaned back just enough so the ringlet would wreak but look like it wouldn't.
She put the crowbar next to the door and pulled the gun from it's holster then, holding it close to the light she stepped into the dismal building.



Eglin city. Central law Department. Commissioner Gregg's Office.

Officer Patricia Heinrich was naked in the cell. Lying on the slight mattress she thrown from the bunk onto the cold floor. Her legs were splayed wide open. She was aiming at the camera, giving whoever was watching a view of her fingers thrusting in and out of herself. The Andrew D. White forensic overall were in a corner were she had thrown them and her eyes were closed. She was yelling.
"Is she ..."vermilion nance started, surprised by the muckle of the bare, White person brunette on the TV monitor on Jane's desk, the strait muted..
"Yup."Jane nodded."That is Officer Patricia Heinrich. One of the most diligent and open police officers I knew, and two months away from her serjeant's exam. Something which was considered a tick-box example for her. Now naked and masturbating for all to see and not giving a shucks. She is refusing to put on clothing. Oh, there's this, too."she added and moved the picture over ‘ mute ’. Jane clicked the mouse button and Officer Heinrich's voice filled the room.
"AAH, GOD ... .AAH, GOD ! SEND ME SOME piece of ass real number MEN, YOU BASTARDS !"she screamed. Scarlet nance and Jane Gregg exchanged a look."YOU LISTENIN'TO ME, FUCKERS ! pussy !"Heinrich started slapping her vagina as she looked at the television camera."HOT CUNT HERE, FUCKERS ! HOT FUCKING CUNT !"A manful police officer entered the view and Heinrich saw him."HEY, CARLOW, TELL MAL I'M HOT FOR HIS putz AND TO GET HIS black ASS DOWN HERE ! I WAN NA RIDE HIS BIG BLACK --"
Jane switched the sound off.
"Ehm,"orange red poove said, taken aback."Drugged ?"
Jane shook her read/write head."Preliminary tox screen says no. And you should make seen the effort it took to take that. She's perfectly sober. Proved that by hitting a twain of the guy in the glob during the test."She closed the culture medium thespian on her calculator as Heinrich looked like she was laughing as Carlow quickly left."That's why we waiting for the doctor."
orange red pansy stepped back, her eyes not leaving the monitor lizard and thought a second."How's it tie in with the killings ?"she asked.
Jane accessed another 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. She was wearing the overalls and rubbing herself against the wire. contrary her was another military officer. A blonde woman."Come on, Carol."she was saying."You and me. Let me out and we'll get some prime Joseph Black stallion. Those illegitimate know how to fuck. They're real men."
"What happened, cake ?"the early officer said.
"Who's that ?"Scarlet Queen asked.
"Carol Kellerman. Heinrich's formula partner."Jane told her.
"I got FUCKED for the first fourth dimension is what happened !"
"Redeemer, cake, you're married --"Carol stopped as she looked at Patty's script."Where's your mob ?"she asked."Where's your wedding ring ?"
"Fuck him !"Heinrich said."I mean fucked PROPERLY ! That Pee-Wee couldn't screw his mighty hand. You got to meet these guys. These coon know how to make a woman cum. And they don't take shit."
"nigger ?"Scarlet fag 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, cake ?"Carol tried again.
"Come on, Carol."Heinrich pleaded."Let me out."
"Did they force you, Patty ? Did they rape you ? Christ's sake, tell me."
"Savior, did they despoil me ?"Heinrich repeated with a blase tone, paused, then looked at her married person and grinned."That get you hot, Christmas carol ? Three big fucking spade 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 gabardine fuckmeat until they fill your snatch with hot dim cum ..."
"shag'S SAKE, PATTY !"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, coon COCKS ! They made me cum like a blooming vent !"scarlet Queen saw the flavor of shock on the light-haired ship's officer. It was genuine."We need guys like that."Heinrich continued."They know how to do things. How to take thing. That big, fateful motherfucker slamming it up me. You should have felt it. So ... Fucking ... Big ..."
"What the fuck did they do to you ..."the blonde police officer shook her head.
"Everything they could. My cunt. My ass. My mouthpiece. And I let them. I let those black fuckers do me everywhere, every-fucking-way. We owe them. They got that mad shit Smiler ! They got him near than that Scarlet pussy ever did. They put him down. They put them all down ! What did th-"
Jane switched the sound off again and sat in her chair."Like I said,"she shrugged."Out of character."
orange red Queen continued to follow the screen. She could lipread what else Heinrich was saying."Was she raped ?"orange red Queen asked.
Jane shrugged."You heard 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 examination fast-tracked."Jane picked up a file of papers from her desk and opened a draftsman."They'll phone the results straight through to me."She said as she dropped it in then looked up to see she was alone in the place. The door was just closing.
On the blind the experience feed from the prison cell was on in a recession. military officer Patricia Heinrich looked like she was climaxing. Again ...



Southside. Housing Block.

For an old doom edifice it seemed unusually whole, Carol noted as she tried the stairs and the balusters. She shone the Inner Light around her. Plenty of junk. Plenty of stain. No sounds at all. Not even rats. She picked up a escaped piece of wood and used it to squeeze the abstemious switch in case is was dangerous. cypher happened. No superpower. Carol shone her clear onto the trading floor again and saw the course made by a myriad of footfall. Someone had been using this billet. Maybe addict. She ran the light up the hallway and found it stopped at a door. A quick deterrent of the lock chamber found there was none and she pushed it undetermined, moving in swiftly with the gun ahead of her.
Carol swept the way in a quick single front. It was evacuate. A mattress was lying on the far side of the way. There was a discrete lack of junk here. Something was telling her this place wasn't a drug den. For all the rubble and the grime there something about that was too clean and jerk. No needles, Carol noted, as she swept the ignite areound the room. Was it here that they ... Were whoever held her partner ? On this dirty mattress, in this shithole ?"What the shtup happened to you, Patty ?"she said to the room.



The Storme building. Rooftop.

scarlet fagot sat on the boundary of the building, the mantle billowing around her. It was one of the high-pitched in the metropolis, dwarfing every other edifice around it. Her nous filled with what she had just seen. A perfectly respectful police force officer becomes a slut in six time of day. It had to be drugs. But what she had said was true. physiognomy wouldn't kill anyone else. Not because of her or Kacey. But because some black gang had killed him. It was the sole way he could have got been stopped. How many people had been harmed because she didn't have the guts to do what these guys had ?
Too many. she thought.
Maybe it was clip for the Scarlet Queen to step down. Ten years she'd been doing this and how had the city changed ? It hadn't, not really. How many people would still be alive if she'd just let smiler fall that fourth dimension he was hanging off the sharpness of this very building ? The bus lode of kids he killed and left looking like a load of place rag doll would still be alive. The words 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 sorry, but the relief were no better. Birdman had thrown mass off edifice without a second thought, but he would never, ever harm a bird. Quizmaster ? Scarlet snorted as she remembered the prize he'd set up for Kacey - being dipped in superman. And Nightlord had put so many mass into infirmary with his ‘ dream potion'she'd lost had lost counting. He even poisoned an entire fairground once and claimed he'd simply got the potpourri damage as he just wanted to scare them a fiddling. He deserved the nightmares he was going through now. scarlet looked across the city towards the insane asylum where that maniac had to be sedated to kip now. felicitous dreams, sicko ... ..
She slipped her gloved mitt into the cape's control handles then leant forward and pushed herself off the border, feeling the wind in her aspect. Scarlet extended her arms and felt the cape tighten as the rods in the cape snapped together and she felt the wind match. She went from falling to sailing forward and saw the ground come up fast. Dropping her invertebrate foot, she landed and rolled, releasing the hold letting the perch slip apart, breaking into a run towards the back alley. Stopping in presence of a cumulus of codswallop bags she took the small remote from her smash, hit a clit and saw the alight shimmer in front of her as the sleek, black sports car appeared. scarlet disabled the anti-theft measuring rod with another clitoris and watched the driver's door chute 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 reflection and ripped the eye masquerade party from her brass. Then gunned the railway locomotive and sped into the road.


Southside. construction. Block.

Christmas carol had checked the eternal rest of the level and found it as evacuate as the first gear room she went into. She checked her vigil and saw her time was up five minutes ago. Going back into that room she shone the spark over the mattress, kneeling down and feeling it. She'd want forensics to check this properly. And she had no real cause to call 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. military officer Carol Kellerman felt cloth clinch around her mouth and nose and she felt the potent arm grab her as the gratifying smell of flowers filled her senses ....


Eglin metropolis. Central Police Department. Commissioner's Gregg's Office.

Jane watched the exchange between the head-shrinker and Heinrich. It was just words to her. Heinrich was still wanting some ‘ substantial men ’, telling the old guy to fuck off. The Saami response she saw Heinrich grant every white male police officer. Jane watched the shrink stand up and leave then picked up the earpiece and called down to the electric cell."Put the doc on."she said.
"Hello, Commissioner."the old man said after a minute.
"well ?"
He paused."Seems to be some form of intense racially-based nymphomania."
"I noticed."Jane said."She's never behaved like this, never bear in mind calling all the whiteness Guy Pee-Wee."
"best supposition I can wee-wee is it's drugs. Like something that ... what was his name ? Wilson. Peter Wilson would come up with."
"Who, Nightlord ?"Jane asked, recognising the figure."That creep's as good as dead, so can you take him off the list."
"I know,"the MD replied."But he could get left a trivial surprise for us."
"Yeah."she muttered and saw the clock. Half by midnight."You get off home, doc. Thanks for coming in."
"Night, Commissioner."she heard and put the phone down. Jane rubbed her heart. It wasn't just time for the doc to go. So should she.


TO BE CONTINUED ... .