Blackshaft – 1-02 – Whatever Happened To Officer Kellerman

Blackshaft – 1-02 – Whatever Happened To Officer Kellerman
(Adults Only. Copyright@Rama. 2013)


Beach Mansion. Morning.

The morning birdsong filled the air and the wind gently rocked the trees as Alison Beach stood in the large doorway entrance of the mansion. Kacey Sutton came up behind her and stopped. They were both dressed in robes as they watched the ambulance’s rear doors close and heard the engine start up. The police had left a few minutes before, full of condolences and apologies. They were satisfied it was all very natural and inevitable. It was a heart attack the paramedics had explained before the doctor arrived and agreed with them. In her hand Alison had a piece of paper that stated where the body was being taken.
Carl was dead.
They had arrived back and went to bed quietly, trying not to wake him. He wasn’t just a butler or servant. Carl was the one steady influence in her whole life. The man who had taken up the role of father to her after what happened to her own parents. Alison remembered that look he could give when she went too far, both as a child then as an adult. She might have grown but it was the same look. A father’s look that said ‘enough’. He could have left her parents had gone but he didn’t. Carl chose to stay. He had listened to her and gave her advice Alison could depend on him to be there. To pick her up when she needed, to keep her sane and tend to her wounds after a bad night or…
Carl was dead.
“Should’ve woke him.” Alison muttered to herself, then started sobbing.



Lexington Building. Morning.

“Just said a personal issue. They’ll be in touch to reschedule.” Samantha White told her boss, Adrian Lime who was still walking around the penthouse apartment naked. He liked walking around naked, letting the air caress every bit of his taut black body. He poured himself another coffee and looked at the business suit that he wouldn’t need now. Samantha had dressed in her usual white power suit look, to go with her white skin. “Though the rumour mill says there was a death.”
“A death?” Adrian looked up.
“The butler.” Samantha explained. “Heart attack, it seems.”
“Ah, the old man.” he nodded.
“Yes.” she said.
“Happens to us all in the end.” Adrian said quietly.
He looked through the door of the bedroom. The two white women were still sleeping. He loved white women. They were so eager to please. “See about rearranging the meeting, whenever suits them of course.” he told Samantha and quietly walked into the bedroom.
“Yes, sir.” she smiled, watching his firm buttocks and thighs and thought of that huge, black cock throbbing deep inside her…



Somewhere.

“FUCK MY FUCKING ASS, YOU BIG BLACK BASTARD!!!” Patty Hienrich’s voice blasted in both her ears…
Carol Kellerman was panting. Hard. Her cunt was on fire. She was on fire. She strained against the handcuffs that kept her hands locked behind her and the ropes that held her legs apart. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? Fucking years, even? She needed to cum! Not just the slight teasing sensations she’d felt up to now but properly. She needed a fucking good orgasm. And now! How many times had she either watched and heard her partner taking those black bastards up her ass or her pussy or in her mouth. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she screamed out loud again….
Carol opened her eyes and saw, yet again, Patty bent over the table in front of Carol right now and gripping the sides. The big, black fucker behind her slowly and gently eased his thick black shaft into her partner’s willing asshole. “Ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuck!” Carol moaned as she heard Patty’s orgasm in both ears. Loud and long and… “Youuuuhhh… Bitchhhhhh….” she gasped, feeling the potential earthquake between her own thighs still being kept back. As she watched the black man slam his cock into Patty’s asshole, she could still smell them. That strong, manly smell that seemed to inflame her sexual senses. She gasped as she saw him sinking his long shaft into Patty all the way. “Fuck that bitch, you motherfucker!” she said out loud. “FUCK HER!!!”



A warehouse. Industrial Unit. Day

“Come on. Come on. COME ON!” Carol Kellerman yelled on the TV screen and Patty Heinrich gulped as she felt the thick finger of the black man pressing against her back while she watched. She pressed her now naked, white body against his. Patty felt his lips kissing her neck. On one side of the warehouse she saw Holly getting her reward for a job well done. She was straddling one of the other black men and riding his big cock while the third was easing his shaft up her ass. Holly was reveling in the double penetration….
“We are Blackshaft,” the man had told her and Tiffany Storme.
“Blackshaft?” Patty repeated, confused.
He smiled. “Blackshaft.” he said. “My name is IronRod.”
“Steel,” the man on his right introduced himself.
“Black Diamond.” the other one added.
“Black power.” IronRod said. “Once upon a time there was a group of fools called the Black Panthers. They thought they could get power through politics. Community power etc, etc.”
“Fuck that. We’ll take it through the pussy.” Black Diamond told them.
“Know what scares the shit out of the white man?” the first man asked and Patty shook her head. “Not this holding a gun.” he replied holding up his fist. “This does.” he smiled and grabbed his crotch. “And you know why now, don’t you?”
“Ooh.” Patty smiled.
“Black power…” Tiffany gasped in awe, looking between his legs.
“True black power.” he told them as Holly was led off to one side. “She knows it. That sweet little slut was just a doll to Smiler. Something to play with.” He took Patty’s hand and placed it on his crotch. She squeezed his cock through the denim material. “He treated her like a girl. Now that bitch is a woman.” Patty and Tiffany looked at Holly as she stroked the black men’s cocks. “Like you both.” he continued. “Because don’t tell me you will fuck a white man and feel the same way.”
“I…” Patty started as she thought of her husband, then thought of the nights of quick, wasted sex. It wasn’t the same as when these black gods had taken her. Taken and opened her up and filled her with real pleasure. Real orgasms. Again and again. She smiled and squeezed him harder, starting to rub his length.
“You gave an oath.” he said, looking Patty hard in eye. “Do you stand by that oath?”
“Fuck, yes!” Patty replied and moved into the black man’s arms. She let him kiss her hard. Suddenly she found him pushing her away and saw why. Tiffany was being brought in. Only he was putting them together. Patty knew why. She took the young woman in her arms and felt the small breasts rub against her own. It felt so right as she opened her mouth and accepted Tiffany’s lips against hers…
Tiffany was sent away. Before she was ‘missed’. Before she went Iron Rod put them through the oath again. Both white women promising to serve the black man. Then, as an invigorated Tiffany Storme skipped out of the building, IronRod showed Patty the TV and turned it on. She saw the drooling, panting, bound figure of her ex-police partner, Carol Kellerman.
“How long…” Patty asked feeling him grind his crotch against her naked ass. She couldn’t take her yes from the screen. She had never seen her partner like that ever before. “How long has she…”
“Six hours.” IronRod said. “You think she’s ready?”
“For what?”
IronRod bumped his groin against her in reply.
Patty grinned. “Was that how I looked?”
“That was you after four hours.”
She turned and put her arms around his thick neck. Looking deep onto his eyes, Patty smiled. “She’s ready.”



Somewhere.

“Black power!” Patty breathed….
Carol was lifting her hips from the seat, moving them in time to the deep, penetrating rythym she was watching on the screen. Patty was in close-up as those three big, black motherfuckers were taking turns to fuck her.
“Black power!” Patty breathed again into the screen.
And as each strong male pushed into her she was LOVING it. Carol remembered how Patty was in the cell. How good she had said it was. Carol thought she was under some kind of drug but now she saw it she understood. Patty Heinrich was simply telling the truth.
“What d’you say?” one of the black males off-screen asked.
“Black power!” Patty said louder.
“This is black power, bitch!” another voice said and the camera moved quickly.