Blackshaft - 1-01 Say Hello To The black Guys p2
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Somewhere.

The flavor was sharp, cutting through to her brain and waking her up quickly. Christmas carol jerked up and felt the easygoing blindfold around her eyes leaving her in the dark. Feeling the metal around her wrists, she realised she was handcuffed in a hot seat, and bare-foot, too. Still clothed but bare-foot. Her belt ammunition was gone."What the hell --"she started to say then heard the voice. A inscrutable and masculine male voice.
"kick is awake."the part said.
She heard a door opened then something else. The audio of struggle slapping against skin, like ....
"Come on ! Come on ! ... shtup me hard ... nookie my ..."A female voice moaned then yelped as there was another sharp smack."Uuuuuhhhh ...."
"Be ... there ... AAAAHhhhh ...."another man groaned and Carol heard the woman moan.
What the pit was happening here ?
"That's right,"the second male voice said and added,"Nice and clean ... That cunt juice taste good, don't it ? ..."
"Mmmm ..."
"Now what d'you say ?"he said firmly. A softened female voice responded saying something she couldn't hear.
Christmas carol heard bowel movement then footsteps ejaculate near her then stop in front of her. She said,"I am --"
"I know who you are, bitch."the back man cut her off."Officer Carol Kellerman."
"So uncuff me, motherfucker !"she ordered and heard laugh. Two manlike voices. Listening past them she heard another man in the former room moaning.
"Ballsy beef, ain't she ?"a new male vocalism said.
"Ain't they all ?"the first man said.
A gagging came from the other elbow room."Hell, YEAHHH !"the man in there gasped.
"Smart one too."the first-class honours degree man continued."We need a adept looking lock."
Three men, carol reckoned so far.
More gagging ....
"Gon na need a new one now. She fucked it up."
There was quiet for a second, and for the first clock time Christmas carol felt scared.
"Gon na have to move."the first man said."It's like fuckin'Eglin central lately."
"Aaaahh ..."the woman gasped. Then the gagging started again. A hard, wet sound that stopped."Ahhhh !"the char groaned. And it started again. Hard and wet as before ...
"What are you bastards doing to her ?"Carol said as the wet, hard gagging began again.
She heard laughter."Right now, nothing she's saying no to."the first man said.
"Horny bitch likes it that way."the second added.
Carol's mind raced. This didn't add up. That didn't phone like rape. The char did sound 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, bitch. !"she heard the jubilant tone from the other room."All over that pretty fuckin'face."Followed by a ... fulfil groan !"Should get a characterization for the mob album."the man said and Christmas carol heard a different female voice giggling. Carol listened a little harder, trying to heard for anything else. There should be a search out for her. Especially after Patty's disappearance.
"Gone all quiet,"the second man said."Guess she thinks she's in the shit."
"Nah, I'll bet she's looking for what her lady friend got today."the third man said walk in, sounding diverge satisfied."Two bitch cops in one day ? What are the odds ?"
"son of a bitch,"she muttered, as she realised they were talking about cake. She listened for anything, the voices, anything that might locate this position after ... carol stopped thinking about that. The object lesson was to go. Get out and nail these bastards later.
"Shit, where's our fucking manners ?"Christmas carol heard the second man say and suddenly a script grabbed the blindfold It was pulled from her foreland and she looked up, blinking. Three powerful fatal men, all naked, smiled back at her. Her eye were drawn to the huge peter between their legs.
As Christmas carol looked over their dark, powerful torso and thick arms she saw the tattoos. All tribal designs. Then her eyes fell on this big ... shameful ... stopcock ... They were expectant than any she'd seen in her life before. Two words went through her psyche.
Oh.
Fuck.



The Cave.

Scarlet braked quickly as she cleared the inner doors of the cave tunnel behind her. The car came to a stay and she just sat there, looking at the cave around her. gazillion of dollar sign had been spent excavating and building it. All through indorsement, third base, fourth and fifth troupe, using foreign workers who were paid handsomely to shut the hell up and vanish. She saw the computer in the next cavern. That was a least a hundred million there alone. Even the Pentagon never had that engineering. How many mixer undertaking would that have benefited more than trying to figure out the Smiler or the Birdman or any of the madman ?
She sighed and opened the door, stepping out. Quietly she walked to the computing device, past the host room that housed the monumental memory Sir Joseph Banks for the electronic computer. In another cavern here was equally expensive science equipment. Another was her ‘ prize room ’. She remembered how many prison term she put up news report of a ‘ successful'job with Nightlord caught. Again. That was the trouble. It was always again. And again. And again. And again. vermilion walked up the stone steps and saw the cloak-and-dagger doorway capable. The thin older shape 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 earthly concern of Alison Beach. Her true identicalness and the understanding she could spend those millions on equipment that didn't stop maniacs from killing innocent people.
"Yes."Carl paused."A bit betimes tonight ? constabulary set reported a missing officer."
"They found her."Alison told him, ignoring the question.
"This is another one."
Alison stopped, about to flex and head back out but hesitated."They'll find her as well."she said and turned towards the secret door. She closed it and left Carl looking confused.



Eglin City. telephone exchange Police department. Holding Cells.

They told her about Carol, the two men, a white-hot sergeant and melanize military officer, and asked her where she might be ? cake stood up and walked her nude white ass up to the bars and wire and pressed herself against the moth-eaten metal, feeling her teat harden. She looked at the white police sergeant and smiled."If they got her, Carol will getting the best fucking of her life."she purred."A actual fucking. From real men. Men who take what they want."She looked at the inglorious officer."Ain't that right ?"she asked."You'd just come on in here and take it. wouldn't you, microphone ?"
"Eh ..."the black officer called Mike stood there, his sass open air as he saw the naked Edward Douglas White Jr. fair sex looking at his crotch.
"You'd shot that billy club of yours into my sweet, Caucasian snatch ?"she teased.
"patty !"the serjeant-at-law ordered."Shut the roll in the hay up ! microphone, get out of here."
"You'd do it properly, wouldn't you, microphone ? Not like needle-dick there."Patty licked her lip at mike."outdoors up that room access, Mike. come on in and take aim it."she moaned."I want you to take it."
"mike !"the sergeant warned seeing the black-market man hadn't moved.
"SHUT UP, DICK-LESS ! ! !"patty yelled and turned back to microphone."Take it, baby ..."she groaned, rubbing her hips against the wire.
"You are on a fucking charge no matter what they find in you, Heinrich !"the Sergeant told her, surprised, and started walking out."mike, I'm not telling you again ! movement !"
As the inkiness man was pulled out with a grin and a hard-on patty clung onto the wire, dry-humping it."All yours, Mikey-baby."she shouted."ALL FUCKING YOURS !"



Beach sign. Master sleeping room

Alison was naked, the leather outfit and cape on the story. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a fit-looking woman stare back. Alison eyed the bare ring finger. At her age she should be married, have kids, doing the sociable thing. Create the next generation of Beach stemma. There was a couple of contusion on her from a bad fall in a fight with a mugger which the lie about a skiing stroke covered. What was she doing, jumping off construction and getting into conflict ? She had looked in on Kacey as she passed and saw the 19-year-old blond sleeping. What the hell was she doing bringing her along, risking her Whitney Moore Young Jr. life as well ? Scarlet world-beater and the Red Princess ... what a put-on. Kacey should be out partying, studying, doing matter former girls her age should be doing. Not pulling on a dumb leather kit and risking getting dead reckoning or stabbed or dropped in pane or even raped ....
But that was it. Alison sank in the hot seat in the bedroom. That was the problem. She still lived in that mo. Still lived through that event. She could close up her eyes and see the men bursting in ... shouting ... threatening .... the newsbreak of the knife ... Then her mother begging. For both their safety 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 second 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 clientele deal with the mob and tried to double-cross them. He paid them off and put himself into the business concern to escape looking at Alison or her female parent. Then killed himself some time later after Mom had finally drank herself to death a few years after that night. All the while she'd been sent to dissimilar school day but was thrown out of every one.
Kacey had been some endeavor to get normality. After years of trying to happen a ‘ formula'relationship and finding aught satisfied her like dressing up and beating up ‘ bad bozo she gave in to it. She found Kacey in the streets at 14. Kacey Sutton. Her mother was a heroin addict who would also ‘ do anything ’. Only for drugs. Something just clicked and Alison engineered the teenager's maintenance orderliness. It was all respectable pressure, with Alison getting another piece about her philanthropist room in the pressing. It also brought up her home history with the usual enquiry about her seclusion and the common hearsay 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 fearfulness as it sold composition. vermilion Queen was doing something, unlike those editors who only cared for the sales that fear fed.
"Penny for them."the lenient vox said behind her and Alison looked up to see Kacey in the threshold, the pink robe around her.
Alison remembered she was naked and reached for her bathrobe."Nothing."she said pulling it on."How was the bailiwick Night ?"
Kacey shrugged."Boring. How was the crime fighting ?"
"Quiet."Alison said, tying the swath. She faced Kacey."Just go back to bed."
"Still early."the 19-year-old said.
"And placid. police have it all in hand."
“'Kay."the young blonde said, leaving."Night."
"Night."Alison replied, watched the girl go.



Somewhere.

"Here is what you're thinking."the smutty man facing Carol told her."These are the three big, ugly niggers who raped your girlfriend. Right ?"he asked. Christmas carol looked at him, feeling her back talk dry up."Except we ain't ugly and we ain't raped no-one. nigra is questionable. Sam Thomas Jonathan Jackson uses it and no-one bats an eye. Some Patrick White C-list comedian from a TV show tries it and his career's down the privy. funny that."
"Political rightness gone mad."one of the others added.
"I'm a cop."she said.
He nodded."I know."
"You do anything to me --"
"Like what ?"he demanded, leaning forward so he was face-to-face with her.
"L ..."she started to speak than swallowed. Carol could smack him. It was a musky, male smell. warm and brawny. She shook her fountainhead to exonerate it. Get a hold, remember your preparation, she told herself and started concentrating on her surroundings. There was no windows, and from the bulwark might be tube, some kind of cellar or basement. But it was well-heeled. A TV and a laptop computer sat on a heavy-looking desk with boxers. There was only the one door. And through that ...
"She say we raped her ?"he asked.
"I am ..."carol tried again but found finding the words difficult.
"Did,"he said slowly, moving in again."she say that we raped her ?"
"Whatever you did you are in trouble !"Carol pettifoggery, 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 narrate you about them."carol's mind raced back to the babbling from patty. She mentioned it, how they had killed them."Now answer the query, military officer Kellerman. Did your girlfriend say we raped her ?"
"No."carol said reluctantly."And she's my married person, not my girl ! But you did something to her. I want to know what !"
"married person ?"the early bleak man was smiling."extolment, when was the wedding ?"
The opprobrious 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 safe ?"
"Fuck you."Carol said, avoiding his eyes.
"Another yes."he smiled."You want us to eff you too ?"
"Go ahead. That will be rape !"Christmas carol sneered, looking him in the eye.
The black man simply kept smiling."Gag her and wreak her side by side door."he told the other two.
Carol started to panic. They were going to do. She watched one of the men open a drawer and bring out a leather gag. The other walked towards her."No !"she said as he grabbed her hair and the other man slapped the gag around her oral cavity."N -- !"she tried screaming too late as the strap was tied around her head tightly then they picked up the chair with Carol still in it and took her towards the door ...
Her mind panicked as she dreaded what she might see in there.



Beach mansion. Master Bedroom.

Alison couldn't quietus. She lay in the bed and looked at the ornate ceiling. Then out the window at the moon. Yes it was fourth dimension. After ten years it was fourth dimension to deal with something she never really contemplated. Getting a life. A very sprightliness. Not the Trygve Halvden Lie she'd been indulging in to cover her secret biography. She would differentiate Kacey in the first light. Then shut down the computers and put everything away. And then lock up the cave. For good.
And try to enjoy her wealthiness. Properly. Set up a few cartel. Organise some social project. Do something actually useful.



Somewhere.

"They look raped to you ?"the black man said as Christmas carol saw the bed and the two young, defenseless, Andrew D. White women on it. Both blondes, not more than college age. They were kissing. Passionately. She saw the young lady'hands buried between each other's thighs. She was placed adjacent to the door with a estimable view of the bed. Carol suddenly recognised one of them. Louis Comfort Tiffany Storme. Of the Storme sept. One of the fat and most politically powerful house in the city ! She was always in the papers for something, whether it was that sex tape that got her kicked out of college or rolling out of a club at four in the morning. What the hell was she doing here ?
The girls looked over to the man and smiled."Bitches."he said and they giggled."This cop thinks you been raped by us niggers. You want to tell her ?"
The other blonde giggled again as Tiffany feigned jounce. Then turned and sat on the bound of the bed."You gon na rape me ?"the white socialite pleaded, caressing his cock.
The man looked at Carol."You got ta say no, bitch."he asked.
"piece of ass that, I want it."Tiffany said, slowly pumping his balmy shaft."C'mon. rapine me."
Drugged, had to be, Christmas carol thought as she saw the other little girl lying back, spreading her branch and slowly began to rub herself.
"You want this nigger to plunder you ?"he asked, looking at Carol.
Tiffany reached up and turned his face back towards her."YES !"she demanded.
"Then tell this gracious police lady."he told her.
Tiffany Storme looked at Carol and slapped her modest gabardine hand onto the large black prick."I WANT this BIG FUCKIN'NIGGER raping me !"
"Sounds more like a ‘ yes'to me,"he grinned and Carol looked as the black man shoved Louis Comfort Tiffany back onto the bed then threw her legs subject. Carol looked away but one of the opprobrious men pulled her face back. Not that she resisted, the room smelled of sex, and she couldn't keep her middle from that turgid black pecker too long. The man slapped his dick onto Tiffany's whiten belly and Carol saw how deep it would go inside her. As it started to stiffen, she could only gaze on in wonderment as it must have been prospicient than 12 inches in length. What it must experience like inside her ....
"beef can't take her eyes off it,"the man said to the young socialite.
"S'mine."Tiffany hissed and the other girl giggled. There was something conversant about her. Christmas carol couldn't plaza but ..."Now rape me !"Louis Comfort Tiffany ordered, reaching for the dick growing even harder on her stomach.
He slapped her hand back. “"What d'you say ?"
Louis Comfort Tiffany pouted, then eyed Carol. She was smiling, seeming to enamor on to something."No ..."she said quietly.
He looked around to Carol and smiled."But you wanted this big nigga cock inside your passably white pussy ?"he asked.
"No !"Louis Comfort Tiffany answered, grinning and moving her rosehip so her belly and pussy was rubbing up and down the bottom of the thick, retentive black cock.
"You want this nigra's seed inside you ?"he also asked, still looking to Carol.
"Please, noooooo ...."she pouted, turning the refusal into a mockery."Oooh, this big, nasty nigga's going to rape me. Officer."she said loking directly at carol, but stroking his big gorgious peter to hardness."Going to rape me good and hard ..."
Christmas carol saw him smile at her again. He was going to fuck one the city's hottest Cy Young socialites and not outwear a safe. Maybe even impregnate her there and then ! Good, fucking bitch. A component of her was enjoying this, watch over Leslie Howard Storme's daughter working girl herself out to a Joseph Black man, unprotected. Serve the old arrogant prick right. Serve her rightfield, 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. Christmas carol got a close look in her eyes and couldn't see any sign of a drug in them. Where did she see that young lady before ? The thought bugged her as she saw the lady friend twist at the other black men's cock. Carol gulped as she was they were equally as big.
"Looks better without that dumb make-up, don't she ?"one of the men said to Carol and she remembered the blonde. Without the whitened make-up she was completely different. She was smiler's crazy girlfriend, Giggle. Her real name was Holly Adams. She was a student who was doing work experience in the mental institution when he'd ‘ seduced'her during one his incarcerations. She even helped him on that breakout, and ever since. Looks like she'd been seduced again.
"Over there."she heard Tiffany being told and watched as the young gabardine cleaning lady did as she was told, moving to the end of the bed. Her black stud yanked her down so she was sitting on it, her legs spread head, giving Carol a view of her shaven slit. He walked round, cock bobbing up and down ... Carol was finding it hard to take her oculus from it.
Carol saw why they'd moved. He knelt on the edge of the bed, pushing Tiffany back. He started pushing his monolithic peter against her little pinko vagina. The survey meant Carol would see it sliding in. She watched the thick, Black putz stretching the defenseless, whitened kitty-cat backtalk open and slowly sink into the garden pink flesh behind them. She heard the soft moan of Louis Comfort Tiffany as she wrapped her legs and arms around the brawny disastrous stud. He started thrusting immediately., taking a tenacious slow pull-back then straightaway deep plunge into the willing sass. Carol watched as that black cock went deeper and cryptical, the big, fatal balls swinging, the rich, Lester Willis Young, blank socialite moaning getting louder ...
"Mmmmmm ..."the early lady friend moaned and Christmas carol glanced to her side. Holly - Giggle - was sucking off both contraband cocks, first one then the early then back again. Each cock was as thick as the miss's arm. She licked up each shaft and then down again, nibbling and kising on the huge dark balls under it. One of the men grabbed a handful of her hair and walked her on her hands and knee joint back to the bed. He sat down and lay back. The daughter seemed to know just what he wanted and climbed on to top of him. She gripped his beam of light between her second joint and pressed the fat, black foreland of the cock against her vaginal sassing as she straddled him."Aaaahhhh ..."she groaned as she sat back on the shaft. An range of those pink lips spreading to hold that thick black shaft flashed through Carol's mind and she quickly cleared it. It's drugs, she told herself again. It's fucking drugs. Had to be. The blonde started slowly riding the lightlessness man, her belittled tits moving then jiggling as she rode the inkiness man quicker."Uuuuh .... Uhhhh ..."she moaned, her middle closed as she was lost in feeling.
The Negroid fucking Tiffany was plunging deep inside her, grunting with each thrust."Yes .... Yes ...."she moaned clinging onto him. Carol could see the juices shining on the black light beam as it pistoned into the soft yielding snatch."roll in the hay YES !"she yelled suddenly, her hands sliding down his spinal column and grabbing at his thrusting bottom."semen on ... Do it ... Do it !"she demanded, urging him to go deeper inside her. Carol watched him ‘ do it ’. It was same vocalization from earlier. Good and hard and abstruse and dissipated. He was muttering into her ear as he fucked her, sinking every column inch he could into her and Tiffany responded by wanting more.
Holly opened her eyes and blew a kiss to the third melanize man who smiled back."Your girlfriend was just the same,"he told carol walking past her. He made his way behind Holly and slowly and stroked his cock. He placed the other hand on the minor of her book binding and Holly stopped moving. He eased the fat black mind of his shaft between the top of her buttocks then slowly pushed it down into them."Yeah,"he continued."That cunt was real wild."
Lies, Carol thought. She knew cake. Had known her for years.
"cocksucker, we took turns on her, and she still wanted more."the negro inside Buddy Holly's pussy laughed.
holly groaned, arching her vertebral column as the other black man found what he wanted and pushed his rosehip forward."Uuuuhhhhh ..."the blond moaned.
"triplet big, bleak cocks, nailing that cop slut."the man under her added.
Lie, carol told herself.
"Even these two slattern had a go on her."The second man in Holly said.
Carol shook her head."NHHHH !"she yelled through the gag, angrily.
The black man in Holly's ass grabbed her hair and turned the blond to Carol."Tell her."he said.
Holly lazily grinned as she began pushing back on the huge black tool in her ass and pussy."We all fucked her."she said.
"Nhhhhh ..."carol pulled at the handcuffs then sighed. They were lying. They had to have drugged her. There was no way --
A groan made Carol look up and she saw the opprobrious man inside Tiffany balls-deep. They were crocked and he was panting as she was softly groaning. His hip were jerking. He was doing it. Filling that young, productive, blanched pussy with stiff Joseph Black seed. As he finished the other two were just beginning. Holly was bracing herself on the bed as they started pounding into her, one in as one went out. carol was watching two huge, blackened Walter Piston battering away into the young, Stanford White body.
The room was filled with the flavor of sex as the black man pulled out of Tiffany and got to his feet. He pushed his shiny cock under Christmas carol's nose, blocking her view of the trinity."Your lady friend sucked it fairly. Sucked it, then licked every inch clean."he said.
carol heard the satisfied moans of Louis Comfort Tiffany and the growing pants and wails of Holly as all she could see was that immense grim cock and the grave brawniness flavor of his six-pack ....
"Yeah, she opened up her mouth and sucked every in of our disgraceful turncock clean. Sucked our big, black putz and our big, sinister Lucille Ball. You're looking flushed."he noted."Feeling hot ?"
"Aaahhh, Jesussssssss ...."Holly groaned and Carol heard a flashy SLAP !
"She felt hot."he told Christmas carol."Couldn't get out of that consistent quick enough."
"UUUHHH ...."one of the inglorious men cried out.
"AAH ... ! AAH ... ! AAH ... !"Holly cried out ...
"Bitch was on her genu ..."
"Fuck those hammer, you slut !"she heard Tiffany say.
"... sucking our BIG, coon cock ...."
Carol could just see one man's legs and the early's ass. Both jerking and thrusting hard. Slamming into that tender White person pussy and ass. Holly's headspring was bucking back and Forth, and up and down as she rode those black pecker. The Black person in front end of Christmas carol stepped forward, rubbing his softening cock on her typeface. She could smack nothing but cum and pussy as he grabbed her hair's-breadth and held her headspring in place. She could find the spur 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, Negro tool being gently tapped and dragged across her face.
"Yesssss ...."Louis Comfort Tiffany moaned.
"You are looking tinker's dam hot."Carol heard the Negro above her say."Feeling horny ?"he asked and undid the gag.
"UUhhhhhhh ..."The socialite moaned again.
carol gasped as her sassing was freed."liar !"she panted.
He bend down so he was face-to-face."I can reek it."he grinned and put a script on her stomach. Carol went to snap her stage 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 Buddy Holly cry and knew the sound of an orgasm.
"She came too, your girlfriend."the man told her."Couldn't fucking blockage ..."
"Hhhhuuuu ...."Charles Hardin Holley gasped ...
"No ..."Christmas 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 Charles Hardin Holley's place, the two pitch-black men beginning to Lebanese pound into her pussy and ass as Holly kissed her while squeezing the socialite's small chest. The man in her ass grabbed her haircloth and jerked her book binding."OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH ! ! ! !"she yelled, being impaled on his massive rooster. The man in her pussy suddenly thrust upwards and gasped and Carol saw the look of joy on Louis Comfort Tiffany's cheek as he came inside her. The man in her ass lifted her off the man under her and dumped Louis Comfort Tiffany onto her belly. Carol saw him displume his farsighted, thick shameful cock out then easily drop off it into her dripping pussycat. All it took was a few Thomas More knife thrust and soon a indorse load of hot, fertile, black, cum was being pumped into Tiffany.
A ringtone was coming from the the jeans on the flooring and the man beside Christmas carol bent down, reached into his air pocket and pulled out a slim black phone. He popped it open 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 trouble about it."
As he talked Carol couldn't stop herself from watching the third blacken man add his nigrify seeded player into the unprotected, gabardine, socialite uterus ...



Eglin urban center. exchange police section. Holding Cells.

cake was sleeping. It was the phone of the door unlocking, then opening that woke her and she lay there, naked. Slowly she turned and looked at the uniformed bootleg officer."Hello, Mike."she purred. Officer Mike Pernell stood there, looking nervous. She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bunk so she faced him. A warm glance 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 officious, snobbish, cunt in the place acting like a accomplished whore."God damn,"he sighed.
"Or you just come to engage it ?"Patty said, smiling and opened her legs.
"I'm gon na fuckin'take it !"he told her, unzipping his trouser as he walked towards the smiling cake ....



Somewhere.

Carol was aching between her branch."Please,"she said."Please let me go."
The Black men smiled."Bet you're wet down there."one of them said, moving a hand down to her still-clothed crotch expanse.
"I'm a fucking COP !"she said, trying to move her hip joint away from him.
He stepped up to her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head word back. The laterality of it just made the feeling between her legs worse. He pushed his black font in her white, red boldness, grinning as he stroked her second joint."You been shifting over that wholly seat. You saying you're not horny ?"
"No !"she said.
"Who's lying now ?"he told her and slapped his script onto her stomach.
"No ...."she said again, feeling how ending she was to climaxing right then.
"Fu .... Fuhhh ..."she started, thinking of anything that might wash the lust inside her.
"Show her the video."one of the other men said and the man in her human face smiled.
carol found herself being dragged back into the other room and dumped in strawman of the laptop computer. It was opened and she jumped as one of the men was at her ear."You'll love this."he said as the net 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 cake on the screen. On the ‘ net ! Only her uniform tunica was not buttoned but tied together so her venter was exposed. patty put the badge up close to the camera then pinned it to the wrinkled blue shirt. She was wearing lacy step-in. The hat and belt, too, and not much else."I am Officer Patricia Heinrich."she watched her partner say. Carol looked on in disbelief as she watched her disciplined, solid constabulary mate Begin to ‘ arrest'the three black men, watching them list against the paries, each man smiling as he did so.
"Fuck you, bitch."one of the men said, turned and grabbed a seemingly unforced patty before shoving her against the bulwark She didn't put up a fight as the cuffs were taken from her belt and snapped on her."You are in a fucking zone and not fucking."the man told her."How do you plead ?"
Carol watched cake smile as she pressed herself against the disgraceful man's crotch. cake was enjoying herself !"Not shamefaced !"she declared proudly, grinding her lily-white ass against him.
"How does the jury find the defendant ?"the man called out
From all around the tv camera, the former two black men and two female voices answered as one."GUILTY !"
The man grabbed her hat and tossed it aside, then grabbed her tomentum and yanked her head back. He pulled her away from the bulwark and Christmas carol saw the pleasure on patty's face."20 years, Officer. Hard fucking ! Starting now."he grinned and marched her into the very same chamber Christmas carol had been in.
Christmas carol looked towards the way. She pulled her legs together and started rocking back and forth. As she watched patty being thrown onto the bed, carol knew one matter for certain - she was so damn horny ! The nigrify man who had cuffed Patty paused the television. He held up some rope and smiled then Christmas carol found her knee joint being pulled apart and each leg being tied to the respective chairman leg. He stopped the video and closed the cyberspace. Christmas carol said nothing, pulling at the roach that held her peg give. He put his lips to her ear."I can smell how fucking horny you are."he whispered.
"Fuck you,"she said back.
"I know you will."he replied, opening up the magnetic disk tray of the laptop. He put a disc in and waited for the political program to bug out. Then clicked on a button and expanded the movie so it filled the screen. Christmas carol found herself looking at Patty again. In the scanty, and showing the badge."We got a little job to do. Meanwhile, enjoy the movies."he told her and plugged in a pair of earphone, then put them over her ears. He started the pic again and put the audio up ... ..


TO BE CONTINUED ... .