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 Blackshaft - 2-07 - Black Night part 3 (Adults Only.  Copyright@Rama. 
2013)



   Patrol car.  Evening.

   Officer Bryce was bored.  Rumours were all over the place about
Headquarters and from what he had heard half the force were at the the
Deputy Commisioner's place.  Well, what used to be his place.  So far the
night had been quieter than normal.  No fights or complaints or any other
shit that people moaned about.  The woman smiled at him as she passed the
patrol car and he nodded back, replying with a smile.  She sauntered on by
and he looked at the sweet ass that was swinging into the night.  She was
wearing a short skirt that seemed to caress the whole firm-looking ass.  He
could imagine looking at that ass as she bent over the front of the car,
that skirt slowly sliding up and over and he felt the stirrings in his lap.

   The driver's door opened and his partner, Officer Kale slid in behind
the driver's seat carrying the two paper bags.  Kale dropped one bag into
Bryce's lap.  "Where the fuck were you?" Bryce said.

   "There was a queue." Kale replied pulling the box of fries from the bag.


   "A queue?" Bryce looked closer.  "Fifteen minutes in a queue?"

   Kale looked at Bryce and smiled.  "Busy night." he said through a
mouthful of fries.

   "Bullshit." Bryce looked back and saw the woman with the ass walking
around the corner.  He shook his head and opened the bag then looked in. 
Slowly he took the burger from it, unwrapped it and looked at it.  "What is
this?"

   "Double cheese, with onions." Kale said as he chomped down on his own
burger out.

   "No onions," Bryce sighed.  "No fucking onions.  I hate fucking onions."
He threw it back into the bag and opened the door.  What a night, he
thought.  Horny as fuck and now given fucking onions to eat.  What a
fucking night.  Bryce slammed the door closed and walked to the front door
of the small all-night diner.  Walking in he saw the queue of people and
only two people working in the kitchen behind the counter.

   He sighed to himself.  What a fucking night....



   The Cave.

   "Here's the rules, Princess." the grinning maniac told the bound Kacey
Sutton as he walked over to the wrecked computer and took a revolver from
the bag he had kept the iron bar in.  Smiler walked back, emptying the
chamber of bullets then sliding one round back in.  He pressed the muzzle
of the gun against the still head of Jane Gregg as she lay on the floor. 
Kacey sobbed as she saw the bloodied mess that was the Police Commissioner.
Smiler looked down and shrugged.  "She's still kicking, I can see the blood
bubbling from her nose.  Or was that her mouth, I'm not too sure.  Her
make-up's a little fucked up." he tapped the gun on the blood-matted hair.
"Now I'm thinking a little Russian Roulette.  Start with one bullet and
I'll ask the question.  You tell a lie and I pull the trigger.  But if it
is the lucky bullet we don't want the game over too soon." Smiler stood up
straight.  Then pushed the muzzle where the base of Gregg's spine was. 
"Let's start here."

   "....no..." Kacey wept.

   "Did you kill Scarlett Queen?" Smiler asked.

   "...Please stop..." Kacey begged.

   "Wrong answer." he said and pulled the trigger.  CLICK!  "Lucky day,
Commish.  Shall we try again?"

   "I DIDN'T KILL HER!" Kacey screamed at him.

   "Lie, Princess." Smiler said and pulled the trigger.  The gun clicked
empty.

   "You sick fuck..." Kacey muttered.

   "Wrong answer again," the smiling manic sighed and pulled the trigger
again.

   BLAMMMM......!  The gunshot echoed around the cave and Jane Gregg gasped
in a pained cry.  Kacey blinked in shock as she watched Smiler tutting away
to himself as he opened the chamber and slipped a second round in.

   "Guess she'll drive a wheelchair from now on." Smiler said.  "Never did
Ironside any harm."

   "Yo..." Kacey shut her mouth as she got the `game' now.

   Smiler pressed the gun against the Jane's spine in the middle of her
back.  "Let's play again." he grinned.





   Diner.  Evening.

   Bryce stood in the queue and finally had enough.  The grumbling was
getting louder.  He looked around the place and saw no other member of
staff except for the two harrassed boys working the kitchen.  "Hey!" he
called to them.  "Is it just you two?"

   "The rest are on a break." one of the boys said weakly.

   "Where, fucking disneyland?" one of the customers said.

   "Good question." Bryce agreed.  "Where are they?"

   "I was told..." the boy shrugged.

   "Fuck this." Bryce broke way from the queue and marched up to the door
that said `STAFF ONLY'.  He slammed his hand onto it and walked through. 
The small corridor looked empty but he walked up to the first door on the
left and shoved it open.  The two members of staff shot to their feet.  One
no older than the boys in the kitchen, the other was a girl.  She slid in
front of the boy and licked her lips.  "Christ," Bryce shook his head,
before saying, "The manager."

   "That's me..." the boy offered and saw Bryce looking at his lap.

   "Get it zipped." Bryce told the boy and pointed at the limp, pale dick
that was hanging there.  The so-called-manager put his dick away then
zipped himself up.

   "Fuck's sake." Bryce shook his head then looked at him.  "Now get out
there and start serving." He wondered how easy it was to become a manager
for this place.  The boy was spotty and didn't look old enough to shave. 
He moved aside and let the `manager' out.  The girl followed him but Bryce
stopped her.  "How old are you?" he asked.

   "Eighteen." she told him.  The noise of complaints was coming from the
kitchen.  She pointed to the door.  "I should..."

   "What were you two doing?" Bryce asked, looking at her.  The name badge
said Trisha.  She was nice looking girl.  Probably working her way through
college, he thought.

   "Nothing." Trisha said.

   "He your boyfriend?"

   She shook her head.

   "Just your boss?"

   Trisha shrugged.

   "Who you give blowjobs to?"

   Her face went red.  "I should go." she said, not meeting his eyes.

   "Fuck `em." he smiled.

   She looked at him.  "What?"

   "Fuck `em." Bryce said again.  "Somebody fucked my order up.  I'm
looking for compensation."

   "I..." Trisha looked down and saw the bulge in his trousers.  "What kind
of compensation?"

   Bryce shrugged.  He looked up and down.  "I got a fucking hard-on you
wouldn't believe.  How about you help me and I forget about complaining
about this place's service...."

   Trisha stepped back and sat on the toilet seat as Bryce stepped forward.
She put a hand on the bulge.  "You promise?" she said.

   "I'm a cop, honey." he smiled.  "Cross my heart."

   She umzipped his trousers and smiled as he pulled his cock out.  "So
far, so good."

   Bryce closed his eyes as he felt her lips and tongue wrap around his
hardening shaft.  He held her head and gently began to move his hips bac
and forth, easing his cock further into Trisha's mouth.

   "Trish--" he heard the `manager' behind him and looked back.

   "She's busy, zitface!  Fuck off!" he told the boy.

   "Y-Y-Yes, sir..."

   Bryce could have laughed as he watched the spotty little asshole run
back into the kitchen.  Looking dow he saw her watching him.  There was
smile in her eyes.  He gripped her hair with one hand and held the base his
cock with the other.  "Just keep sucking, baby." Bryce smiled.  She sucked
him back into her mouth, not taking her eyes from his....





   Beach Mansion.  Front Lawn.  Evening.



   The sleek car skidded to a halt and Corrine Allen and Danielle Holmes
leapt out.  Corrine ran up the small flight of stairs that led to the front
door but was stopped by Danielle.  Corrine looked on as Danielle held up
the small pistol she had brought with her.  "Where did you..." Corrine
said.

   "I work for the cops, Corrine." Danielle told her as she made sure the
safety was off.  "I go first."

   Corrine let the black woman go ahead and the two women saw the door was
ajar.  Danielle motioned to Corrine to stop and stood to one side as she
pushed the door open by pushing on a lower part.  The gunshot exploded
against the double doors and Danielle threw herself back then smashed her
way in rolling onto the floor.  Corrine gently crept forward and saw the
shotgun pointed at the front door then at Danielle who was standing against
the other door, both hands around the pistol.  "You--"

   "Shh!" Danielle told her and pointed to the wall panel that was wide
open.  It was then that Corrine saw the damage around the hallwway.  The
table had been smashed and day-glo smiley faces were painted all over the
walls.  She looked to Danielle who was on tip-toe as she made her way out
of the shotgun's line of fire to had for the open wall panel, first
stopping as she motioned to the floor between the open doors to the main
room.  Corrine saw the wire that was stretched between them.  Danielle
swept her own gun forward, stopping with a grunt.  Corrine followed
Danielle and saw the assault rifle tat had been set up like a shotgun. 
Danielle looked to Corrine.  The black woman turned and started making her
way to the open wall panel.

   "Wait." Corrine whispered.  "There's another way."

   Danielle looked at her.

   "I built them." Corrine said.  "There a way down through here."

   Danielle watched as Corrine stepped over the wire and ran around the
main room to the assault rifle.  She quickly removed the magazine feed and
jerked the wire out.  Then Danielle stood up, keeping an eye on the open
panel as Corrine felt her way down a section of the wider wall in the room.
another panel silently popped open and swung back into darkness.  A dim
light went on and Danielle walked up to the new doorway and looked down at
the barely lit stone steps.  She looked at Corrine and saw the sheepish
expression on her face, wondering if it was guilt.  Danielle put a finger
to her lips telling Corrine to stay quiet then started walking down the
stairway.  Corrine followed her as quiet as she could.



   Patrol car.  Evening.



   Bryce wandered out with his burger and got back into the patrol car. 
Kale was finished with his burger and fries.  "You look kinda relaxed.  You
gonna say a fucking queue?" Kale said.

   "Nope," Bryce smiled before taking a bit from the burger.  He swallowed
it.  "Damn, forgot the coffee." he said.  "Could you go and get me some,
ask for Trisha."

   "The hell with you," Kale said.

   "Dude," Bryce took another bite.  "Trust me.  Ask for Trisha"

   "Unit 14, come in." the radio called out.

   Kale reached for it but Bryce stopped him.  "The hell with that, just go
ask for Trisha." he said again.

   "If this is one of your jokes," Kale warned as he got out and headed
into the diner.

   "Unit 14, come in please.  Come i--"

   Bryce switched the radio off as he looked to the diner and saw his
partner being let in through to the staff door by Trisha.  "Don't say I do
nothing for you, man." he said and started on his burger....



   The Cave.

   Smiler was waiting.  He had heard the shotgun and ran to the bag,
getting an small machine pistol from it.  He ran around and backed into the
shadows around the corner from the stairway that led up to the hallway.  He
made sure the extended magazine was in the gun and stepped to the side,
aiming it at head level.  "Come and get it, little piggies." he muttered
under his breath, smiling as he heard the sobs from Kacey.  "Come and save
the Princess."

   The engine roar filled the cave before Smiler saw it.  He looked in
surprise as the van roared from the tunnel and braked.  The driver's door
slammed opened and NightLord stepped out firing.  Smiler ran but cried out
in pain as a bullet hit his shoulder.  NightLord marched towards the
computer, stepping over Kacey and changing the magazine of the gun to a
full one then pointed it as he made his way around the side of the smashed
computer.  He bent down and dragged Smiler into the open.  NightLord jammed
the gun between Smiler's eyes.  "What did you do?" he demanded.

   Smiler clutched his shoulder and smiled.  "Chaos, anarchy and a little
Russian Roulette." he replied.  "Did you forget the punch?"

   NightLord pulled the hammer back.  "There's no chaos.  No anarchy." he
said.  "They're fucking their brains out, but that it."

   Smiler blinked and looked at him puzzled.

   "Nothing is happening, you grinning idiot!" NightLord yelled.

   "That means you fucked up not me." Smiler started to grin again,
coughing as he shifted slightly.  "You made the `nightmare powder'"

   "You changed it," NightLord stated.

   "I changed nothing!" Smiler gasped in pain at his shoulder again.  "The
bombs were mine, the drug was yours.  You always were a third rate bad
guy!"

   "I was--"

   "You were a joke!" Smiler yelled at him.  "The rest of us laughed at ya!
The cops laughed at ya!  You couldn't frighten a fly from a flytrap."

   NightLord shook his head.  "You piece of --"

   The gunshot echoed around the cave and NightLord gasped as her felt his
leg going dead.  He saw the black woman walking towards him and lifted his
gun but she fired again, this time hitting him in his shoulder.  He fell
backwards with a cry of confusion and pain.

   Corrine ran to Kacey then saw the bloody mess of Jane Gregg.  "Holy..."
she gasped.

   "Help her," Kacey sobbed.

   "Danielle!" Corrine yelled as she crawled over to Jane Gregg.  The
woman's eyes were half-shut.  "DANIELLE!" she yelled again.

   Danielle picked up both guns from NightLord and Smiler and ran over,
keeping them covered then saw Jane Gregg.  "Oh, Jesus..." she gasped.  "Oh,
sweet fucking jesus..."

   "Help her..." Kacey said again, rocking back and forth....





   Beach Mansion.  Hallway.  Evening.



   The black man had stopped the red sports car behind the one already
there.  IronRod stood in the door way looking at the shotgun.  The cry
echoed up from the open wall panel.  "Danielle....!"

   IronRod quickly ran past the shotgun and headed down the stone steps.



   The Cave.



   "What..." Danielle knelt down and looked at the broken figure of Jane
Gregg.  "We need 911." she told Corrine who was kneeling on Gregg's other
side.  "What did he do?" She said and stood up.  "Corrine, call 911!"
Danielle yelled and felt the gun in her hand with it's satisfying weight.
"You sick, twisted, bastards." she muttered then saw the tall, dark figure
on the stone steps.

   "I told you he was still alive!" she yelled at IronRod.  "I FUCKING TOLD
YOU HE WAS ALIVE!"

   IronRod looked over the scene and then at the chuckling form of smiler.
Danielle lifted her pistol and was beginning to charge to where Smiler lay.
IronRod caught her and prized the gun from her hand.  "Just see to..." he
said and looked at where Gregg lay.  Corrine looked lost as she bent over
Jane.

   "Danielle..." Corrine said weakly.  "She...."

   Danielle ruched back over and knelt down.  She looked into Jane Gregg's
face and her now lifeless eyes.  Danielle and Corrine's eyes started to
fill with tears.  Kacey's weak voice made them look over and she
understood. She went into a ball, sobbing to herself as Corrine rushed over
and started working on the bonds that held her.

   IronRod walked over to smiler and looked down at the grinning man.  "I
killed you." he said quietly.

   Smiler started laughing.  "I got better," he said.  "But, seriously, you
know how many sickos there are out there, who like to dress up and be
somebody, like a queen or a princess...  Or a joker?"

   IronRod said nothing, just kept looking.

   "Lots and lots." Smiler told him.  "Maybe I'm someone else.  Maybe I'm
dead.  Maybe this is someone's huge dream.  Maybe I'm just another fake
Smiler.  Maybe you did kill the real one.  Who knows?"

   The gunshot boomed and Smiler jerked to the side, a look of surprise on
his face.  He and IronRod looked to where the shot came from.  Kacey was
slowly getting to her feet, the gun that NightLord had in her hand.  Smiler
saw the blood on his chest.  "Oooooh," Smiler gasped, gripping the left
side of his chest as blood leaked out.  "Killer's back..."

   "I didn't kill her!  She left!" Kacey told him and pulled the tigger
again.  And again and again.  IronRod stepped back as Kacey emptied the gun
into Smiler.  "DIE, YOU SICK FUCKING...."

   She stood there, the clicking empty as the pulled the trigger.  Then
collapsed onto her knees and began to sob again.  Corrine went to her and
took the gun off her then put her arms around the young woman.

   "BOOOOM!" Smiler's voice filled the cave and everyone looked at the TV
screen.  lSmiler's face filled it with a wide grin.  "If you look at the
city, you should see a rosy glow in the sky.  That was part of the Strang
Gas Plant.  If the plan has gone according to...  plan.  Now let's start
the clock again!" They watched as te screen changed to a series of numbers.
"Thirty minutes and counting..." Smiler's voice teased...

   IronRod turned and rushed up the stairs.  Running through the hallway he
looked out at the night skyline.  In one part of the city there was a large
glow.  In the direction of where the gas plant was.  IronRod turned and ran
back down to the cave.  Danielle was looking at him.  He leapt onto Smiler
and saw the light in the eyes fading.  The grin stayed there.  "See... 
You...  Roun'..." Smiler breathed.  "Nigger..."

   IronRod watched as Smiler's head slumped back, the smile finally
slipping.  He looked up as he heard the low chuckle and saw NightLord. 
"What the fuck you lookin' at..." NightLord coughed.  "Get me a fuckin'
ambulance..."

   "Danielle," IronRod said.  "Get them upstairs." He turned and saw
Danielle still with Gegg's body.  "Danielle!" he snapped.  "Get the others
upstairs!"

   The black woman muttered and looked at Jane Gregg's body one last time
then stood up and went to Kacey and Corrine.  She coaxed them to their feet
and led the women upstairs.  IronRod looked down at NightLord.  "Thirty
minutes to what?" he asked.

   "I need a...  an ambulance!" NightLord demanded.  "I'm dying here!"

   "Thirty minutes to what!"

   The wounded man coughed up some blood.  "I'm dying, man..." he said.

   IronRod stamped his foot onto the injured shoulder.  NightLord screamed
as the pain exploded.  "THIRTY MINUTES TO WHAT???" IronRod yelled.....

   "AAAHHhhhh....I...." NightLord gasped as the black man took his foot off
the wound.  "I got fuckin...  rights..."

   NightLord screamed in pain as IronRod pressed down the wound again.....



   Alleyway.  Night.

   Helen knew she should be screaming.  She should be yelling for help as
the two big, black strangers were kicking the shit of her date.  His name
was Steven and Helen couldn't believe she wasted a new outfit on him.  He'd
been a dick all night.  And for him she'd spent money on an expensive top
and skirt, she thought.  If it wasn't trying to be the big shot in the
restaurant or the act that got him where he was right now.  Telling two
big, black security men on the nightclub door that he could get them fired
if he wasn't let in.  Two minutes later and two big black motherfuckers
were showing Steven how much influence he had.

   She should be running, Helen told herself.  Should be....

   "What the fuck..." a deep voice said from behind her.  Helen felt a deep
tremble in her belly and just knew he was black before she looked back and
saw another big, black motherfucker standing there.  This once was wearing
a suit.  "I said, the fuck!" he yelled and the other two stopped.

   "Shitbag was givin' us dis." one of the black men said.

   "Shitbag doin' jus' that." the other one said.

   As she watched those black men land more kicks into the dick all she
could think of was the huge bulge down the front of the suit trousers.

   "Shitbag's learned his lesson." the new arrival told them and she saw
them back off.  She knew she should check on him, demand they get an
ambulance, the cops, anyone but Helen couldn't take her yes from the
muscles that were barely held under those tight t-shirts.  The three black
man had not looked at her once and felt a bit of anger.  The third man
walked past her and looked at...

   What was his name?

   "Get a car and dump the asshole at a hospital." the man said then turned
and looked at her.  "Ma'am." he said.

   "I...." she started but felt her mouth dry up.

   "This asshole with you?" he asked.

   Confused she looked at her date then back at the strong bodies of the
security men and the man who was obviously their boss.  "Fuck, no!" she
said.  "Well, picked him up and well..."

   The black man in the suit looked back to the others.  "Get the fuckin'
garbage out of here!" he told them and Helen watched as the two black man
picked her asshole-of-a-date up and took him out of the alley.  "You need
to be more choosy, baby." he told her and started back inside.

   Helen stopped him, making an effort not to look down.  "Could I get in?"
she smiled nervously.

   He stopped and looked at her.  His eyes scanned up and down her body and
she felt very nerve in her body flare up.  "we got rules..." he shrugged
and Helen put a hand on his arm.  "And rules...." he continued.

   "Rules can be..." she smiled.  "Bent?"

   "Bent?"

   Helen shrugged.  "I'll be honest.  I was hoping for something `more'
tonight." she said.

   "Something more," he repeated, not pushing her off.

   "More." Helen smiled and licked her lips.  It had been a few week since
she'd had any fun in the bedroom and hoped that asshole would have
delivered.  But, the small voice in her head was telling her, she should
walk away, call the cops, call someone.  That voice was getting smaller. 
Another one was getting louder.  A voice that was telling she needed to get
some fun.  The deep voice of the black man in the suit had given that voice
more strength.  She could feel the tingle between her legs.

   The black man just smiled at her.

   "More..." she said again, this time undoing a couple of buttons on the
top.





   *



   It had been a few years since she'd done this to get into a club.  Over
ten years from her teenage years when she had, occasionally, given a
handjob or, once, a blowjob get into a club.  Now she was that age again,
haunched down and looking incredulously at the huge black snake in her
hands.  The man was fucking HUGE!  Two hands long with some to spare.  His
balls seemed to swell up when she pulled them from the trousers.  How much
cum, she wondered....

   "Tell you what," he told her.  "If you can swallow that whole thing, you
can get in everywhere, VIP, the whole place."

   Helen gulped and loked up at him.  "Everywhere?" she said.

   He smiled.  "Everywhere, baby.  I'll throw in drinks for free."

   Her pussy started to throb as Helen realised she was slowly beginning to
stroke the huge, thick shaft in her hands.  Not taking her eyes from his
she stuck her tongue out and tasted the the slit on the head of his cock.
Then slowly opened her mouth and pushed the head in.  Christ, he was thick.
She kept looking up as she pushed forward and felt it sliding over her
tongue.  As Helen felt the tip come to the back of her throat she gagged
slightly and realised there was still more cock waiting to enter her lips.

   "...mmmhhggg..."

   He smiled down at her then stroked her head.  "You can do it, honey." he
told her.

   Relax, she told herself.  Relax and just open your throat....

   "...hhhgmmm...." Helen gagged as she forced her head forward and felt
the thick head of the black cock pushing into her throat.  "...hhggh!"

   "All the way to the balls, baby." the black man gasped.

   Helen slid her hands around his hips and grasped his ass.  She felt the
hardness of muscles and suddenly thought how good it would feel those
muscles pounding into her.  She felt two strong hands cup the back of her
head and start pushing.  "...mmmmggghhh...."

   "All the way, baby," he said.

   Helen suddenly coughed and gagged but the cock didn't budge.  The two
hands grabbed her hair then spread out and she felt his hips pushing
forward towards her.  "..GGHhhh..."

   "More, baby..."

   "Gggghh!"

   "You can do it..."

   "Hhhggg..."

   "All of it,"

   "...HHHhhhhgggg...."

   Helen bent forward, realising it was the only way she would fit the
whole thing in.  Suddenly she felt the tickle of his pubic hairs on her
throat.  So close, she thought.  So fucking close....

   "HAH!" he gasped.  She felt the shaft forcing her throat open.  The two
hands were gripping her head and he started thrusting into her face. 
Suddenly her nose was crushed against him and the two huge, full balls were
flat against her chin.  "Hah...!  Hah...!"

   He was grunting as she felt him fucking her face.  The air had finally
ran out from her lungs and Helen was gasping and gagging.  Her chest and
face burned but the black man didn't let go her head.  He didn't stop
thrusting against her face, grinding against her.

   "....gggggg..."

   "All of it, bitch!" he said and pressing against her hard. 
"AAHHHHhhhhh...."

   She felt the explosion in her throat as the thick, hot cum flooded her
throat.  She was drowning in it before she felt the thick cum back up till
it spilled from her lips and dripped down.  The black man roughly pulled
his cock from her mouth and yanked the coughing, gasping white woman's head
back by the hair.  She knew deep down that he was the boss.  "Well done,"
he smiled down at her.  "You're in."

   Helen finally got control of herself and wiped her mouth and chin with a
her hand.  She licked the cum-smeared palm and savoured the taste.  The
looked up and smiled her thanks.  She stood up and found herself being
taken by the hand through the emergency door into the club.

   The first things she felt was the heat of the place then she heard the
moans.  Then as the black man led her into the main room she stopped.  Te
dance floor was a sea of bodies.  Naked, heaving, thrusting bodies.  The
throbbing between her legs became harder as she watched men and women
fucking in every way possible.  The beat of the music was accompanied by
those moans and she saw the origin.  A young woman, naked was bent over the
turntable as the DJ slammed his cock into her from behind.  Her moans were
being broadcast to the whole club.  The black man pulled Helen across the
room and through a second set of doors were she saw two more powerful black
security men on either side.  In front of each of them was a young
clubgoer, on her knees, sucking and licking on each man's erect cock.  The
men nodded to the boss and he took Helen past them.  "Welcome to the VIP
lounge," he smiled and took her through a second set of doors.

   On the small stage at one end three white women were on all fours as
behind them three black men were slamming into them hard.  A naked blonde
woman was walking up and down the front of the stage, cheering and clapping
them on.  She was carrying a microphone.  "YES, FUCK THOSE BITCHES!" the
blonde yelled into the micrphone.  The centre of the room was empty but for
the brunette on her back, her legs spread wide for the black man on top of
her and thrusting away.  Around the sides of the room the various tables
were busy with humping.  sucking groups.  Helen noticed all the men were
black.  The women were black, white and asian.

   A roar came from the centre and Helen saw the black man rearing up.  She
could see his cock in her mind's eye, buried deep in that young pussy,
pumping it full of hot, thick black cum....

   "ANOTHER VIRGIN NO MORE!" the blonde yelled out as the audience cheered.
Suddenly one of the men on the stage yelled out and sank back.  He stood up
and Helen saw his cock, still hard, glistening with cum juices.  There was
no condom.  He'd filled her up with his cum.  He made his way off stage to
cheers and helen saw the young woman in the centre was opening up for
another black man.  "Hold on, people!" the blonde said and put the
microphone to the woman, a redhead, in the middle of the stage who was now
full of cum.

   "COME ON, FUCKERS!" she grinned.

   "How many so far?" the blonde asked.

   "That was number FUCKING TWELVE!" the woman yelled out.  "THIRTEEN!  I
WANT THIRTEEN!"

   The blonde stood up.  "WHO WA--" A young black man raced up to the
stage. He was already naked and hard.  ""NUMBER THIRTEEN!" the blonde
cheered as she held his hand up.  "What's your name?"

   "JEZUUUUHHHHZZ!!" one of the other women cried out, bucking and shaking.


   The redhead looked angrily at her as she sat kneeling.  She lay back and
spread her legs, patting her moist slit.  "THAT BITCH ISN'T WINNING!  I'M
THREE ORGASMS IN FRONT!  MAKE ME CUM, NIGGA!" she yelled and the black man
was between her legs in a second.

   Helen was pulled away to the bar where the boss gave her her first
drink. She downed the champagne and smiled at him.  Another yell from the
stage told her someone had finished.  Suddenly the boss nodded to her and
headed to the door.  "Your not going..." she said.

   "I'm working, baby." he said.  Helen turned and found herself looking at
two naked black males at a table.  Under it were two naked white asses
wiggling back and forth.

   "A little over-dressed, ain't you?" a deep voice said and Helen turned
back.  The black man was a nude as the rest of them.  His cock at
half-mast.

   "Just got here." she said and smiled.

   "Hi, honey." a black woman came behind him and looked Helen up and down.
There was a wedding ring on each of them.  "You're a sweet-looking piece.
And still got your clothes on."

   "My wife likes to watch." he said.

   "At the start." the black woman added.

   What the fuck was happening, Helen wondered as she looked up and down
the naked black couple.  There was another cry from stage as another load
of hot, black cum filled wet, white pussy.  Was this place a sex club?

   "You with anyone?" he asked.

   Helen shook her head.

   "They got private rooms here as well." the black woman said, walking
around so she was behind Helen.  "Just be the three of us..."

   "I've never...  I'm not..." Helen said.  "With a woman..."

   The black woman suddenly put her arms around Helen.  Her hands slid up
and cupped her breasts.  "It takes a woman to know how to really make a
woman cum.  And it makes him so fucking hard...."

   Helen saw the half-mast black cock was becoming more full-mast....

   "FUUUUCK!" came a cry from the centre of the room.

   "Unless you'd like an audience...." the black woman whispered and nodded
to the centre where the young woman was slowly turning over, gasping for
breath.

   Helen's pussy was on fire.  She kept looking at that black cock getting
harder and bigger in front of her and wanted to feel it inside her,
pounding, slamming, thrusting....  But in public?  In front of all those
people?  The black woman gently squeezed and rubbed her breasts, twisting
her nipples.  Helen closed her eyes and moaned softly.  Then felt lips on
her and opened her eyes to see the black man in front of her, his lips
brushing against hers.  She nearly came right then and kissed him back. 
The kiss was broken back and Helen opened her eyes as she was pushed
against the bar.  The black woman pressed her body to Helen's then kissed
her.  "Well?" the woman asked suddenly and Helen looked deep into her eyes.

   "....yes..." she gasped.  "...but...  But in a room..."

   "Oh, baby..." the woman grinned.  She looked over Helen's shoulder and
reached around.  Helen saw the key in the black woman's hand.  The black
couple led her to a dark corner where she saw a curtained-off door. 
Opening it, she saw the corridor with a half-dozen doors on either side. 
One of the doors opened and three black men walked out, smiles on their
faces.  As Helen walked past the open door she saw the naked redhead on the
bed in the room.  She was cum-stained mess but smiling as she rubbed her
trimmed pussy.  The couple took Helen to the metal door at the end of the
corridor and pressed the button next to it.  The door opened and they
stepped into the elevator.  Helen saw there were four floors.  As the doors
closed she saw the black couple eyeing her.  The man was stroking his hard
cock and she felt her pussy throbbing in anticipation.  She could imagine
how wet she was.  The doors opened and she saw the long corridor of more
doors.  She followed them until they stopped at a door.  The woman unlocked
it and stood aside as Helen saw inside.  It looked like any hotel room
she'd been in.  "After you, baby." the naked black woman smiled.  Helen
looked at the man and his cock.  It looked so hard and long and thick....

   She walked into the room, listening to the black couple following
her....







   Beach Mansion.  Main Room.  Night.



   The screams were audible even next to the window.  The glow from burning
gas plant rose and fell.  Kacey sobbed.  Danielle and Corrine held her
between them.  "It had to be done." Danielle told Kacey, looking at
Corrine. "What he did...."

   "I...  I..." Kacey said between sobs.  "I didn't kill Alison."

   "We know." Corrine told her.  "That was..." she looked at Danielle.

   Danielle stared at Corrine then lifted Kacey's headand looked at the
young woman.  "You did what was necessary.  You did something what Alison
refused to.  You don't lock up a mad dog, you kill it before it kills you.
That sick bastard should have been put down years ago."

   "He just kept hitting and hitting and then...  The smile as he..." Kacey
started and Danielle pulled her closer.

   "You put the dog down, that all you need to think about." Danielle told
her.  "It ain't gonna be biting anyone else.  No-one else."

   "How is she?" IronRod said from the door as he worked his fingers over
the cellphone's keys.

   "She'll live." Danielle said.  "She's a tough one."

   Looked at them, then nodded.  "Good." he said then put the phone to his
ear.  "D'you get the list?  Good....  Yes.  it's time." Danielle looked at
him.  Then turned to Corrine.  The white woman seemed to swallow then took
over holding onto Kacey as Danielle stood up.  IronRod looked at her. 
"It's not over yet."
   TO BE CONTINUED....