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 Blackshaft - 02-07 - Black Night - Epilogue (Adults Only.  Copyright@Rama.
2013)





   The Catacombs.

   Cold and damp, he thought.  IronRod walked down the stone steps, his way
lit by the flashlight that cut through the pitch blackness of the tunnels
that ran under the cave.  Apparently Alison beach liked to spend time down
here.  No wonder she was unhappy.  The chill of the place didn't help.  He
heard the small squeals of, rats was it?  Sounded like rats.  Not a happy
place at all.

   He arrived at the bottom of the stairs and moved the light around. 
Holes in the rock around made up doors that went further into the dark
maze. IronRod didn't need to go any further though.  He had found what he
needed here and used it.  The light stopped on the body of NightLord where
he'd dumped the asshole to bleed out in the darkness.  The rats had started
on it but he could still see the face was still mostly there.  The
expression was twisted in what looked like fear.  Good, the black man
thought to himself and turned to head back up the stairs.

   "Enjoy." he told the rats and started walking.



   *



   The Cave.

   Sam Nilson ducked back under the rear compartment of the new computer.
He adjusted the thick power cable tightened the four bolts that held it in
place.  The cable snaked out from under him towards the new section of the
cave network where generators had been set up.  Getting out he tested some
more connections before standing up and walking around to the front of the
computer.  The screen reached up near the roof of the cave and her pressed
a button at the top of the slanted console.  The screen blinked and came to
life.  The sections switched on and he saw the cameras that had been placed
around the exterior of the mansion above were working.  At the bottom of
the tall screen a main window was blank with a cursor blinking in it.  A
touchscreen on the console was the main way of using it.  He brought up the
central file system and saw it was empty.

   The computer was tied into all the new sections that made up the base
now.  Tech, power, science, access logs, everything that was called for. 
He didn't want to think about how much it all cost.  Anyway Beach could
afford it.  He set the computer to start searching for the connections it
would need.  The police computer appeared almost immediately.  He shook his
head.  They never did have the best security.  A couple of swipes on the
console and the computer was searching through the police database while
other city databases were being scanned....



   *



   The catacombs.

   IronRod stopped at the natural junction and found the other steps that
headed up.  He took them.  It was a short journey until he saw the light
fill the door to the cave.  He took a last lok down into the darkness and
shivered, then walked out into the bright light of the refurbished cave. 
Three young women in overalls were standing next to the door.  The cement
and bricks were piled next to them.

   "Nothing but rats down there.  Three layers of bricks should do it." he
told them and handed one of the young women, a redhead, the flashlight.

   "Sir," the blonde nodded and IronRod smiled as he remembered when she'd
ended up in `detention' at St Ignatious.  He's taken her over the desk in
front of the rest of the other five young women.  Her ass was still good
and tight and she was a screamer to when she came.  A perfect recruit.

   Work on the cave was coming on.  New sections had been opened up.  The
computer was being upgraded and there was whole garage that could hold ten
vehicles now.  He walked to the centre of the cave and looked about. 
Stairs went up to raised level where technical and science work could be
carried out.  On the other side a glass wall showed a meeting room with
video screens.  An armoury had been added to the right and the main access
tunnel for vehicles had been widened.  smaller tunnel led through to an
undergound river that joined up with the main river.  Another tunnel led to
a cave that had open access to the sky.  A landing pad had been put in
place for a helicopter.

   Looking back he saw the three women putting the brinks in place.  The
catacombs were for the rats and the darkness now.  Checking is watch
IronRod remembered he had a meeting uptairs and walked over to the new lift
that had also been put in.  It was good having a majot organisation at you
call, he thought with a smile and remembered Corrine Allen's lips around
his cock after she had taken the oath.  He saw the pride in Danielle Holmes
eyes as they both watched Corrine put her mouth out and receive a mouthful
of hot black cum.

   The doors opened and IronRod stepped in, watching as they slide shut
silently and took him up to the mansion above.



   *





   Eglin City Police Headquarters.  The Commissioner's Office.

   Richard Daniels looked at the desk and wondered how he'd gotten the
position again.  It seemed his handling of the confusion had swung it.  The
city council had wanted him to run things, at least someone else could be
found on a more permanent basis after the forthcoming election.  It was
luck more than anything else.  After all what had he done?  Knocked a few
head together, that was all.  The discovery of Gregg's body and the bombs
was more to do with timing.  The phone call he had received was
untraceable, but a check of the logs had shown a number of locations that
had suspicious items had been broken into and the items had been dealt
with. A check of security cameras had shown someone else placing them
earlier that day.  Further analysis had shown a high probability that
person may have been an old criminal called NightLord.  A warrant had been
issued for him.  Meanwhile some crazy paramilitary fuck was robbing banks
now...

   His mind went back to the call again.  The voice though had seemed
sincere.  Seemed.  It wasn't NightLord.  Daniels knew that much.  So who
was it?





   *



   Beach Mansion.  Day

   IronRod stepped through the doors as they opened and he walked out into
the wide hallway.  It hadn't been changed much.  The dark wood paneling had
been left in place as had most of the paintings and some of the decorative
pieces.  Most of the more expensive and rare things had been given to
various museums or sold off for charity.  It all made the company look
good. Even the house as a whole had been gifted officially to St Ignatious
- for charity and tax purposes.

   IronRod had decided to keep the library as it was.  He had seen all the
first editions on the shelves and thought there were some things you don't
give away.  The panel behind him had slid closed and looking at the
workmanship, he noted how difficult it would be to spot there was a door
there.  Even knocking on it gave the impression that it was solid wall
there.  He nodded in appreciation and turned, walking towards the rear of
the house.





   *



   The Cave

   The black giant picked up the old computer's huge memory block and
roared as he crushed it between his massive hands.  He gently tossed the
huge metal ball into the corner of disused section of the cave with the
rest of th junk that couldn't be used.  The old wreckage had been placed
here until a decision had been made.  Around the giant the young women
waited.  They had been brushing and sweeping and shifting what they could.
The giant looked back at them and they could swear he was grinning.  "Big
Black done!" he declared to them.

   The women looked at each other.  They knew what that meant.  The job
meant a reward for him.  As they looked back at him they saw the thick
black cock between his legs start to thicken and rise up.  Together the six
women descended on the rising shaft, six mouths and pairs of hands kissing
and caressing it.  They knew how to handle this thing.  They knew how it
would feel inside them, pounding and stretching and fucking...

   "Come get it, you Big Black Motherfucker!" the blonde at the tip of the
cock said and lay back.  She spread her legs, showing him the shaved pussy.
"Fuck my cunt with that thing!"

   The giant stepped forward , pushing the other women aside.  He grinned
down at her, grasping his cock and pulling the skin back.  The thick, dark
head rose up over the white woman.  It was the size of a baseball bat. 
"BIG BLACK FUCK!" he roared and fell to his knees.



   *



   Beach Mansion.  Gardens.  Day.

   IronRod walked through the tall windows that opened onto the balcony
that overlooked the immaculate gardens of the mansion.  He stopped as he
saw the lines of black males and young white females in front of him, each
one in their new protective black outfits.  The suits were padded with a
thick kevlar based material that allowed movement, but didn't hide the
curves of the young women.  he could fuck each one right now.  Around the
outside of the hundred strong group the men stood, looking at the women. 
Each man was strong and black, and ready after months of training.  They
all were.  They were an army ready to serve.  He leaned on the carved stone
balcony and looked them up and down.  Then nodded slowly.

   "Ladies.  Gentlemen." he started.  "Today is the first day of an
important time in history.  The world is ravaged by inequality and hatred.
It is beset by problems that have simple solutions but continue because of
greed and ignorance and bigotry..."



   *



   Apartment.  Day.

   The redhead smiled to herself as she thought of the deal she had just
done.  A major design project that will see her very rich.  She loved her
job.  The redhead poured herself a glass of champagne and sipped from it.
She knew of only one way to celebrate.  The movie was starting on the large
TV screen.  A cum-covered white face filled the screen Then the title
filled the screen.  `Cream Queens vol 12'.  Three white women being treated
like whores by a group of black men.  She had lost count of how many times
she had seen this one.  Two previous Cream Queens introduce a young
`princess' to the guys.  And then the fun starts...

   Well, not quite, she thought and paused the movie.  The redhead went to
the painting that took up the centre of the main wall.  A touched the side
of the painting and it silently rose up into the ceiling.  She stepped back
and looked at the hidden shelves.  Most of them were empty.  Except for the
three along the bottom corner.  Each shelve was divided into a single,
numbered compartment.  Ready and waiting for the rest of her collection. 
The redhead opened the plastic door of number 2 and removed the solid black
cock from it.  She gripped the hardened shaft and ran a finger around the
bottom.  The base was nice and smooth without any sign of a cut.  It was
better than any dildo or vibrator.  This was real.  It had been throbbing
inside her, pounding into her before she took it.  Before the toxin took
effect and she collected her prize....

   It was perfect for the mood she was in.  A good thick eight inches long,
the skin still had that correct feel.  She would able enjoy the movie and
feel a big, black fucker inside her, pounding into her slutty white body.
For the next hour she wasn't the magnificent business woman.  She wasn't a
collector.  The redhead was nothing but a dirty, nasty girl...



   *





   Beach Mansion.  Gardens.  Day.

   "Even in the first world - in this very city - children starve while
millionaires become fat." IronRod continued.  "People become rich and
greedy and lazy.  They lose any sense of honour or purpose.  They sit
behind their high walls and feel safe.  But they are not safe.  As long as
there is inequality in this world, in this city, then there is no safety.
There is no honour.  Our purpose should be protect, and teach.  To bring
hope to the hopeless, safety to the scared and to show people they are
worth something more...." He stood up and looked at them as he put a foot
up on the balcony, leaning on his knee.  "It is not going to be an easy
fight.  And there are obstacles that will rise up in front of us.  But
these obstacles can and will fall." IronRod paused.  "We will show the
world the true way with this city.  We will smash the hatred that will be
put up to stop us."





   *



   Eglin City.  Day.

   They watched her.  Another one who needed a lesson.  The woman was
blonde with a skirt that no better than a belt and she was hanging of the
arm of one of `them'.

   The white boys were getting pissed off with it all.  Their pussy was
being stolen.  Every day they saw it.  Every night some nigger-loving bitch
was whoring herself with the wrong people.  The white boys quietly got to
their feet and casually followed.  The nigger and the whore turned into an
alleyway.  The leader of the white boys smiled and looked at the others. 
The message was obvious.

   Time to teach some lessons.  Especially to that black-loving cunt.  They
were going to take her back and show her where she belonged....



   *



   Beach Gardens.  Day.

   "There are some who will need to learn and learn hard.  Some will never
learn." IronRod looked over his arm to the city beyond the trees.  "They
will be dealt with as needed.  Some will be punished, some will lie and
claim they have learned.  But they will be found out.  Some decisions will
have to be taken, decisions that are hard.  You have not been trained to
turn away from these decisions but to take them.  To make that hard
choice...."



   *



   Apartment.  Day.

   The redhead smiled to herself as she thought of the deal she had just
done.  A major design project that will see her very rich.  She loved her
job.  The redhead poured herself a glass of champagne and sipped from it.
She knew of only one way to celebrate.  The movie was starting on the large
TV screen.  A cum-covered white face filled the screen Then the title
filled the screen.  `Cream Queens vol 12'.  Three white women being treated
like whores by a group of black men.  She had lost count of how many times
she had seen this one.  Two previous Cream Queens introduce a young
`princess' to the guys.  And then the fun starts...

   Well, not quite, she thought and paused the movie.  The redhead went to
the painting that took up the centre of the main wall.  A touched the side
of the painting and it silently rose up into the ceiling.  She stepped back
and looked at the hidden shelves.  Most of them were empty.  Except for the
three along the bottom corner.  Each shelve was divided into a single,
numbered compartment.  Ready and waiting for the rest of her collection. 
The redhead opened the plastic door of number 2 and removed the solid black
cock from it.  She gripped the hardened shaft and ran a finger around the
bottom.  The base was nice and smooth without any sign of a cut.  It was
better than any dildo or vibrator.  This was real.  It had been throbbing
inside her, pounding into her before she took it.  Before the toxin took
effect and she collected her prize....

   It was perfect for the mood she was in.  A good thick eight inches long,
the skin still had that correct feel.  She would able enjoy the movie and
feel a big, black fucker inside her, pounding into her slutty white body.
For the next hour she wasn't the magnificent business woman.  She wasn't a
collector.  The redhead was nothing but a dirty, nasty girl...





   *



   Beach Mansion.  Gardens.  Day.

   He put his foot down and stood up straight.  "We won't necessarily want
to make those choices but we will to make them.  For the greater good..."



   *





   Private Jet.  Day.

   Adrain Lime was naked as he watched as the two naked female flight
assistants kissed on the wide space between the cockpit and the passenger
seats.  They were female as were all his private on-board flight crew. 
From the pilot down to the stewardess.  Each one had been specially
selected for their `talents'.  Between his legs the blonde was wearing a
shirt and nothing else as she slid her lips down his hard black cock as he
watched the `entertainment'.  Who needed a prn movie when you had a crew of
willing bitches to do it for real....

   He had finished up business abroad, bringing all the main deals back to
his base in Eglin City.  He'd also overseen some other aspects of his plans
and had new sources to exploit.  The blonde was stopping.  He put his hands
on her head and gripped her hair.  Adrian left her hands on his hips and
slid down in his seat.  "All of it," he told her as he heard her gag
slightly.

   The two stewardess were on the floor now, one eating out the other.

   "Yes, every inch, captain." he told the blonde, not letting her head up.
The gagging was louder now and he yanked her head up suddenly.  The
blonde's face was red, her mascara streaked and her lipstick smeared.  The
female pilot looked at him as she gasped for breath.  "Was that all of it?"
he asked and she shook her head.

   Adrian Lime pushed her head back down and felt her sucking him into her
mouth.  "Ahhh...." he gasped.

   The jet's tannoy came on.  "We're approaching Eglin City now, Captain."
a female voice said.  Adrian knew the voice as the female co-pilot. 
Another fine piece of white pussy.

   "She's a bit busy, baby!" he called up to the cockpit, and pushed the
blonde's head down harder.  His cock was forcing it's way into her throat
making her gag hard.  He sat up slightly watching the lesbian show and
began pumping his hips upwards into the blonde's face.

   "Yes, sir." the voice came back

   "hhhhh......." Adrian gasped as he came, keeping her head down to make
sure not a drop spilled from the blonde's mouth....



   *





   St Levitz Hospital.  Day

   Laura Petry had found the room she was looking for.  It was a private
room where IronRod had told her to go.  She knocked gently and pushed the
door open.  Peering in she saw the nurse who was about to say something but
didn't when she saw the card Laura showed her.  The nurse smiled and
quietly left the room.  Laura closed the door and locked it then turned to
the bed.

   The black male lying in the bed was a teenager.  He'd been found in the
park after been giving a beating.  His face was swollen and bruised.  She
got a chair and sat down next to the bed.  "Hi," Laura said softly.

   "Who you?" the teenager mumbled through swollen lips.

   "My name is Laura Petry.  I'm a lawyer."

   "Whad I need a law'er f'r?" he said and Laura heard the suspicion in the
voice.

   "Justice." Laura put the card on the bedside cabinet.  "I know you are
suspicious of anyone right now.  And I know the system will let you down.
But I can help."

   "Cant `ford no law'er." he told her.

   "There's no charge." she told him.  "This about justice, plain and
simple."

   "'ullshit..."

   Laura slipped her hand under the sheets of his bed.  "Why do you think
you're in a private room?  Don't answer." she told him.  "That sweet nurse
who was in here now, is you're private nurse.  And she will do whatever she
whatever she has to to make you comfortable.  Including this."

   She saw his eyes widen as she ran her hand over his crotch.  She felt
him respond.  His cock started to twitch.  "I represent people who can help
you get justice.  Real justice." She felt his cock grow under her fingers
and wrapped them around his shaft."

   He moved up the bed, looking at her suspiciously.  "The fuck are you,
la'y?" he said.

   Laura just smiled and withdrew her hand.  She stood up and headed back
to the door.  "I'll be outside when you want to...  Talk." she said and
opened it.  The nurse was there and she nodded to her, watching as the
pretty nurse walked back into the room, a coy smile on her face.  Laura got
a chair and put it next to the door.  She sat down and thought of that
black cock in her hand and knew she just had to wait.  They always called
her back after the initial suspicion.  Then it would be business first
before the fun.  Get the information and find the assholes who had beaten
up the poor boy, then show him that white people weren't all like those
morons.



   *



   Beach Mansion.  Gardens.  Day.

   "There is a new dawn coming," IronRod continued.  "A new day with new
challenges.  And we will be ready for those challenges," He looked at them.
"Whatever they are."



   *



   Eglin City.  Day.

   Verne Kobe felt comfortable in the black leather outfit.  A tight
bodysuit with a long coat over the top of it.  There was no mask, so he was
thankful of that.  It felt `normal'.  He stood on the rooftop and looked at
the building in the distance.  The Storme Building.  Home to that bastard.
One day he'd have his boot on that prick's throat and make him pay for all
those who died using that so-called technology he'd sold to the army.  One
day....

   The scream came from below.

   Kobe looked down and grabbed the scope.  He selected Infra-red and
looked through it.  A group of white pricks were beating on a couple.  Two
of them were holding the woman, holding a knife to her throat.  "Bastards,"
he muttered and slapped the hook that attached to a small machine on his
belt.  He stepped over and gripped the steel thread line.  Pressing a
button on the housing of the thread he rapelled down in a second, jumping
the last ten feet.  He landed loud and looked at the white boys.

   "Another nigger to cut." one of them said.

   Verne stood up and pushed the sides of the long coat back revealing the
guns that were holstered to each thigh.  He saw the minds in the white
assholes change.  "Nah," he replied.  "Just a nigger with guns."

   "Fuck you, man!" one of the boys holding the woman yelled then let her
go and ran.  That made the rest of them think and they took off after him.
Verne headed to the black man on the ground and saw the slashes on his
face. He should have shot those bastards as soon as he saw them.  The woman
screamed as she saw the wounds and he walked to her, grabbing her shoulders
and shook her.

   "Call an ambulance!" he ordered her.

   She shook her head.

   "Call a fucking ambulance, now!" he told her again, shaking her out of
the shock.  She looked around and found her purse then started calling 911.
Looking back she found herself alone with her injured boyfriend.

   "Hello.  Emergency services, what service?"

   The woman looked back up the alleyway.

   "Emergency services."

   She remembered the call.  "Y-yes.  Ambulance.  And police!" she said
into the phone before going to his side.  She still looked around her,
wondering where the stranger had gone.....





   *

   Beach Mansion.  Gardens.  Day.

   IronRod stopped talking.  He looked over his `soldiers' one last time
and nodded.  "Dismissed." he told them and watched as they went back to
what they had been doing.  He looked back to the building and then the
lands.  Yes, he thought.  It was time to bring Blackshaft out of the
shadows.  The city needed leadership.  He looked at the city skyline.  So
many people needing help, from both themselves and others.

   It was time for new heroes.....





   *



   Car.  Day.

   The road had given way to the countryside as Danielle eased off the main
road.  Corrine looked at Kacey in the rear view mirror with concern.  The
young woman had barely spoken since what happened in the cave under the
mansion.  It seemed that everything had come to the surface with what
Smiler had done.  When Kacey had spoken she told them the bare minimum. 
The crying finally stopped and there was a distance in the eyes now.  The
meetings with the board of Beach had been cancelled and some reason had
been dreamed up by the media department who'd been told the real reason was
Kacey didn;t feel `ready'.  There was some truth in that.  Corrine still
had overall control as she would have anyway.

   Danielle glanced over and saw the concern.  "It's for the best." the
black woman said.

   "Sure." Corrine replied and looked forward.  It was for the best, all of
it.  Kacey going where she was and the mansion being handed over.  Corrine
would prefer to have levelled the whole place and blown that cave up.  It
held too many ghosts now And all because of one woman.

   "You okay?" Danielle asked.

   "Yes," Corrine nodded.

   Suddenly she noticed they were there.  Danielle slowed the car to a stop
and waited as the gate swung open.  It's for the best, Corrine told herself
as she looked at the sign next to the gate on the high wall.

   Danielle drove them into the grounds of St Ignatious School For Young
Women....



   *



   Storme Building.  Apartment.  Day.

   Howard Storme stepped into the lift and pressed his thumb against the
small square at the top of buttons on the panel.  He waited as the doors
closed and felt the lift gently descend.  He watched the numbers going down
until the basement was reached then went into minus numbers.  The lift
stopped and the door opened.  He stepped out and stopped as he smelled that
burnt scent, then looked at the underground facility that spread out in
front of him.  It was ready now.  The quarters had been finished and the
weapons were being delivered tonight.  There was enough stored here to wait
out a war, or start one even.  He looked at the operations bay below where
he would command from.  Howard Storme already had the uniform made up.  A
general should look good and he made sure the white and gold uniform did.

   Howard had been preparing for this for twenty years now.  Although he
had always thought it would be the communists, not the niggers, though
there wasn't much difference.  That black bastard might act rich but Howard
knew he was no different from the rest.  He heard voices and saw the men
walking back from the lower levels.  They stopped when they saw him.  "You
done?" he yelled across the wide to the white-clad men.

   "Yes, sir!" the lead man replied.  "You should have heard `em squeal."

   Howard stepped onto the platform and waited as it lowered to the
operations bay.  A circle of computers around a central table that
projected what was requested took up the space.  Stairs led down to a
staging area with jeeps and doors that led off to other sections.  "No
survivors?" he asked.

   "Any survivors?" the man called back and Howard saw the stripes on the
sleeve of his white uniform.  Four stripes.  A leader.

   "Fuck, with this bitch?" another white man grinned holding up a flame
thrower.  "No way."

   "Shame there was no marshmallows," another man added and they all
laughed.  Howard smiled.  There was use for the negro, he thought.  Shame
he couldn't use those homeless niggers a little longer.  But the facility
had to stay secret.  First would come the organisation, then would come the
plan.

   "Good," he told them.  "But got over them again.  It's kinda difficult
to tell a negro from a burn victim, they are the same damn colour!" he
laughed then motioned to the man holding the flame thrower.  "In fact, give
me that.  I want to try it."

   He led them back through the door where the smell was getting stronger.
As he walked he took the flame thrower and felt the tank was light.  Then
slipped it on and gripped the handles.  It felt warm.  It felt good.  And,
as Howard knew, a good general led from the front, even getting into the
dirt with his men.  Howard Storme was determined to be a great general....
   END OF SEASON 2.