Blackshaft 1-05 – Lines

Rama – Blackshaft 1-05 – Lines
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The Lime Building. Samantha White’s Apartment. Morning.

The alarm was soft. A gentle ringing that slowly nudged Samantha Awake. She took a deep yawn and stretched where she lay then looked at the sleeping curves of the hostess named Amanda next to her. She smiled as she thought of the fucking she’d gotten from the woman. Amanda had slammed that dildo in deep. Sam gently touched her pussy lips and remembered the thick, black strap-on that had pounded into her last night. The sun was streaming in though her window as she reached for the BlackGen phone. It was the latest toy from one of Lime’s sub-companies. A phone that did everything; calls, e-mail, messaging, internet, picture and video. The vibrator option even felt good against her clit. Shame it couldn’t make coffee after it made you come, she smiled as she switched it on.
There was the usual round of messages; people to call or message back, no spam shit as usual. So far so good. The security on the system was proving every word the tech-geeks had said. There was one message from Adrian Lime. Samantha tapped the screen and read it: ‘Re-Breach. They can’t find anything. No threat. Start stage 1.’
‘A’, it was signed. Adrian Lime. Samantha switched it off and looked at the clock. 06:09am. She looked towards the sleeping Amanda. Let her sleep. Sam thought and lay back. She thought of the young woman at the lab. The hunched over figure. It was obvious what she was doing to herself. Sam smiled and looked at Amanda again. She switched on the vibration function and turned over in the bed, sliding the phone under the covers.
Amanda opened her eyes and smiled as she felt the vibrations from the phone being held between her legs. She looked at Samantha White, her boss, and her lover and smiled at the pleasure between her legs.
“Morning.” Samantha said, feeling those smooth thighs start to part. It was breakfast time….



Beach Mansion. Kacey’s room.

The costume lay on the floor. The leather cape, short coat and trousers had been thrown over a chair. The plain white bra and panties was on the floor Alison was wearing a white robe, her hair still wet. The shower had felt good after being down in the catacombs. She needed the time to think. She knew what she needed to do now. Things were clear for the first time in a while. She looked at the sleeping form in the bed again. Much clearer now. Alison turned around and headed for her own bedroom.
Very much clearer…



Corrine Allen’s Apartment. Morning.

Corrine Allen finished drying off and pulled on the robe as she looked across the park. To one side she could see the lex – the Lime Building, she reminded herself. Beach industries had a new rival in town. As CEO of Beach Industries she’d seen other businesses come and go. They always had ambitions to become bigger, better and more powerful, but… they didn’t. Corrine poured her morning decaf coffee and looked at the sunlight casting across the trees. 42 years of age and running the biggest company in the city. That fact always made her wonder if he was dreaming. Who’d have thought it?
Corrine thought of the little shithole town out west she’d been brought up and smiled. The computer on her desk beeped and she walked round to view the latest messages. The usual business stuff…and one from Alison. Finally, she thought. It had been days since Alison had been in touch. Carl’s death was probably the cause. There had been nothing an the news about the city’s vigilante which always was good. She’d been trying to get Alison stop the caped avenger stuff for a couple of years now. Corrine could see how Alison was starting to drag Kacey down that very same path. The kid should be studying or getting drunk or worrying about boyfriends. Having a proper life. Not dressing up in leather and putting her life on the line for a city of people who’d never give a shit if you needed help.
She’d seen Alison become wrapped up in the persona of Scarlett Queen, to the point there was no real use in her having any role in the company. Corrine couldn’t say she wasn’t guiltless in aiding her though. How else was Alison expected to get the vehicles and the gizmos she used? All custom made and all done through Research & Development, or put under failed or scrapped business projects. The numbers looked nice and legal and hidden. And at least she could be sure Alison was protected in some ways.
Corrine tapped on the message and read it. “Jesus…” she breathed and ran into her bedroom to grab some clothes.



Lilgrove. Mid-west. Morning.

The streets were empty as the humvee turned the corner. The driver, a heavy-set, bald, black man, looked around him. The place was a damn ghost town. Another town that fell to the last economic downturn. The shops had been boarded up and there was only the occasional car parked and dusty. The street lights had long stopped working. The weeds were beginning to claim the cracked streets. He cruised the humvee down the street and thought he saw a dog move round a corner. The buildings looked useable, he noted. If there was anyone left here, they’d be easy to deal with. What was it the mob used to say, that the desert had a lot of secrets?
“Well?” he said, stopping the vehicle outside a run-down supermarket. The name read ‘AL ART’. Two overgrown ‘W’s were propped against the boarded up front.
The white man beside him peered at the electronic tablet in his hands. He was older. His hair had turned white with his age. “We keep going this way, Mr Callam.” the older man said. “Another half an hour after we leave the town should be the hot spot.”
The black man named Callam thought he heard the child-like excitement in his voice again. He pressed his foot down and sped the vehicle up past an old motel building.



Beach Mansion. Kacey’s Room. Morning.

Kacey stretched and lay on her bed in her bed. For the first time she was aware she remembered her dreams. She, Princess, was running towards the screams but so were others. She heard the footsteps around her, the screaming was changing though. It was becoming more gutteral and raw. More animal. She kept running, panting as the screams were getting closer. No, not screams. Cries. Cries that meant something else…
Turning a corner she found a dead end. The walls were too high for her grapple but she heard the footsteps catch up and spun around. They were black, and naked, and getting hard as she simply blinked at them. Each cock was as long as her arm and their balls were massive. Beyond them on a rooftop a dark figure watched, the cape blowing in the wind. “Alison!” she called out.
The figure didn’t move. He-she-it just watched.
The black men were walking towards her and Kacey backed up against the wall. “Alison…” she repeated as the cocks were within touching distance. She could feel the throbbing between her legs. Her pussy was aching as she gazed at their growing cocks. Each man grinned as he pulled the skin back. She saw the thick heads and her eyes trailed down to their heavy balls again. Looking up she saw more black men, more black cocks in front of her. Each and every one of them growing thick and hard.
The figure turned and walked away.
“Alis….” she gasped as the men surrounded her…
She had woken up at that point. Her pussy was throbbing. Kacey couldn’t resist gently rubbing herself. She gently fingered herself back to sleep. But the dreams continued. Only she was naked this time, except for the mask and a short cape. She was on that desk, on all fours, the black man behind her, fucking her, calling her every degrading, filthy name there was; bitch and cunt and slut and whore. And she was loving it! Looking up she saw the figure of Scarlett Queen watching from the doorway. Her face was unreadable. “Ohhh, God, Alison…” she moaned. Then saw Scarlett Queen turn and leave again as a second black man blocked her view, his cock long and hard. “Do the bitch!” the first black man said as he grabbed her head. She knew just what to do.
Kacey cried out as the orgasm flooded her body and woke up a second time. She realised she had climaxed in her sleep. The sun was high. It was after nine o’clock. She rolled out of bed and pulled on a robe. The costume was were she’d thrown it last night. She make a quick check before getting breakfast. Kacey went down stairs and opened the body of the clock in the hallway. She pressed the button at the back and saw the panel in the wall open.
The smell caught her first. Something had been burning. She ran down the stone steps and stopped. The car had been smashed and burnt out. The main computer was smashed as was everything else that could be. Smoke was coming from the wardrobe were the array of suits were kept. They had been burnt.