7 comments/ 59310 views/ 82 favorites The Black Power Virus By: amb_anonymous Hi, thank you for reading my first story! I just wanted to write a story that builds its own universe. I invite anyone to write their own chapter at any point on the timeline and put their own spin on it (as long as it doesn't mess with my main characters' story). I plan on writing stories that focus during the outbreak and way into the future when society is completely remade. Please send feedback. It will encourage me to write more. DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist. ***** 5 years after initial exposure: Top secret emergency pandemic research facility: Six miles underground, humanitie's last and best hope for a cure are gathered to solve the recent outbreak of a fast mutating pandemic. Within 48 hours, the facility is compromised, plans for a cure are abandoned and screams of pleasure reverberate throughout the long dark halls. Mankind's final surrender is complete. Vanessa Leblanc, the World's leading virologist, can't even remember her name as she is bent over and taken again and again by her former research assistant Jamal. The virus has changed them both and neither party complains as Jamal jams his now 16 inch black cock into his former boss. He pulls the scientists' lily white ass back and forth and can't help but think that the research facilities' massive failure feels like a victory. Vanessa smiles dumbly as she sees her former colleagues walk in on the scene. No one has any idea how profoundly such a sex crazed black cock slut has changed human history. Chapter 1: Catalyzing event 30 years prior to initial exposure It was another long, boring night of studying in Vanessa's apartment. Vanessa's long standing shyness and social anxiety made her one of the hardest working med school students at John Hopkins. A social life is a small price to pay for potentially curing man's worst diseases. 'People will start appreciating me when I save lives' Vanessa always thought to herself. The 25 year old stands 5'6'', has a lithe frame with 34C breasts. Her tendency to wear baggy sweatshirts, and have her face planted in a book kept most people from noticing her at all. Vanessa did not pay a lot of attention to her looks, so her curly red hair often got tangled. Spending the vast majority of her time indoors has given her a very pale complexion. Vanessa was working on a ground-breaking thesis that involved engineering viruses to alter a patients' genetic code. The potential to 'upgrade' humanity is limitless. The front door opened and shut and Vanessa could already tell that her roommate Michelle is tipsy and has caught yet another boy toy. Michelle was 5'8'', brunette, 34B and tended to get around. Every week seemed to bring a new guy into their apartment. Vanessa did as she always did and buried her face deeper into her work. However, something in the back of her mind felt different. After a few minutes, Vanessa heard the man's voice and realized he was black. "Damn girl, I don't think I can wait much longer if you keep shaking dat ass like that." the stranger declared in a deep tone of voice. Vanessa usually completely ignored Michelle's flings, but her curiosity kept nagging her to eavesdrop. As usual, it wasn't long until Michelle brought him to the bedroom. Vanessa and Michelle shared a cramped one bedroom apartment, so privacy was out the window. Michelle led him into the room. "Tyrone, this is my roommate, don't worry about her. She doesn't care what we do." Michelle whispered and nibbled on his ear. Vanessa peeked up from her book and made eye contact. He was tall, fit and had Michelle draped on him, but his eyes were fixed on Vanessa. Vanessa held his gaze and for the first time, really felt like someone 'saw' her. She wasn't just in the background. After a moment, he smirked and gave her a wink, before getting back on track with Michelle. The two sat down on Michelle's bed and started to make out. Vanessa felt something she'd never felt towards the other guys Michelle brought home. Disappointment gripped her and for once, Vanessa started wondering what it would be like on the other side of the room. Vanessa couldn't help but sneak peeks at the couple and every now and then Tyrone would peek back and make eye contact with Vanessa. Despite the fact that he was unsnapping her roommate's bra, Vanessa still felt his attention was on her and she cracked a smile. Vanessa had seen Michelle with lots of guys and noticed that they were all white. They'd usually be nervous about how aggressive Michelle is and their anxiety would show. Right off the bat, Tyrone felt confident in what he was doing. He didn't ask permission, or apologize or fumble around like all the rest. Vanessa's eyes widened as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his toned body. *SMACK* Vanessa was slightly startled as Tyrone spanked Michelle's ass. Michelle didn't protest, but moaned from the hard smack. The next surprise came when Vanessa saw the tent in Tyrone's baggy jeans. Michelle slowly pulled them down and both Michelle and Vanessa got their first glimpse of big black cock. "Oh my God... So it IS true!" Michelle cooed as she looked up into Tyrone's eyes and gave him a lick. Something deep and primal stirred inside Vanessa. The dozens of white boys she'd seen with Michelle were just that ... boys. That was a man's cock stretching out Michelle's lips. Tyrone gripped Michelle's hair and controlled the action. Vanessa could not get her eyes off of that cock and openly stared. After a while, she shifted back to Tyrone's face only to see him staring at her and smiling. Vanessa blushed as Tyrone smiled at her, while choking her roommate on his huge cock. He forced her to take as much down her throat as possible before letting her up for air. "Jesus Tyrone!" Michelle gasped. "Shut up slut, get up here." Tyrone growled. Vanessa could see that Michelle was offended, but she obediently removed the rest of her clothes and hopped up onto the bed. Vanessa realized that her hand snuck its way into her panties and she was soaked. She was embarrassed, but couldn't help it. She felt like her long ignored sexuality has finally woken up with a vengeance. She watched Michelle's face as Tyrone planted himself deep inside her. Her eyes shut and her mouth releasing a silent scream. She tried to get him to wear a condom. "Get that shit outta my face!" Tyrone bellowed and smacked it out of her hand. Michelle submitted and Vanessa thought it looked like the most natural thing in the World. Vanessa watched Tyrone use Michelle's body in multiple positions. His body was toned and perfect as he pounded the overwhelmed white girl into submission. Vanessa has never seen Michelle cum and scream so much. Vanessa's own orgasm seemed to be linked to his. She wanted to see him cum so bad. She wanted to see him get his. Tyrone gripped her hair and smacked her ass as he fucked her doggy style. "Say you love black cock." Tyrone growled at the sweaty, exhausted girl. "I love black cock..." Michelle gasped softly. "Louder!" Tyrone tightened his grip. Michelle yelped and yelled out "I LOVE BLACK COCK!" Michelle had a huge orgasm as Tyrone jackhammered her. Then suddenly, Tyrone pulled out and pulled her face to his big spurting cock. Vanessa moaned and brought herself to orgasm as she saw Tyrone shoot his huge load all over Michelle's face, hair and tits. Vanessa couldn't believe what this man had done to her friend and the mess he made. Michelle simply passed out without cleaning herself up. Tyrone sat naked on the bed with a triumphant smile, looking once again at Vanessa. Vanessa didn't know what to do and decided to lock herself in the bathroom as she processed these newfound feelings. She had never been more turned on in her life. Her previous orgasm felt hollow, like a mere preamble to what her body should be doing. Her thoughts lingered on Tyrone. He felt like a true alpha male. A man like that should mate and breed at will to improve the species. She felt jealousy towards Michelle, instead of her usual disgust. Vanessa realized that her disgust towards Michelle wasn't about her being a slut, but about her previous evolutionary choice of weak white males. But now, Michelle clearly made the right choice. Vanessa couldn't fault her. Vanessa cleaned herself up and returned to the bedroom. She jumped back slightly as a still sweaty and naked Tyrone was waiting near the doorway. Her big wide eyes wandered up and down. "Sorry girl, I thought I should clean up after your friend." Tyrone explained. His deep voice made her tremble. Vanessa looked and saw that Michelle was still passed out and covered in cum. She meekly nodded, but did not move out of Tyrone's way. Her brain knew that she should move, but her body refused. She looked at him like a deer in the headlights. He rubs her shoulder "Why didn't you go out with your friend?" Tyrone asked softly. Vanessa felt his hand on her shoulder. No one bothered giving her any attention and she stuttered an answer 'ummm... study.. studying." Tyrone chuckled "It's a Friday girl." his hands slid down her sides "You never go dancing? You're sure fine enough." Vanessa blushed and let Tyrone pull her to his naked body. She felt his cock come back to life as she looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed her. Vanessa couldn't believe this was her first kiss and her world seemed to melt away. Tyrone could sense her lack of experience and was gentle. The kiss broke and Vanessa kept her eyes closed for a few moments, never wanting the feeling to end. She felt Tyrone pull her shirt off and over her head. Vanessa knew she should be outraged, but that's just a few thousand years of civilization telling her to be ashamed of her body. What stirred inside her was much deeper than that. This was a powerful male taking what he wants from a naturally submissive female. It felt so right that she lifted her arms to help him. She was tired of society dictating her behavior and all women's behavior for that matter. Nature is what matters... With her shirt off, Vanessa got on her tippy toes to make out with the strong black alpha male. Letting her inhibitions fly, she leads him to her bed and removes her clothes to be as naked as he is. She hesitated a little before gripping her first cock. She smiled as his manhood grew huge in her hand. "I've... I've never done... anything before." she squeaked. Her hand never stopped stroking. "Don't worry baby, I'll go easy." He said before kissing her again. Unlike with Michelle, Tyrone was patient with Vanessa. Helping her get a good rhythm. Then he moved her to her knees. "If you want to be around me, you better suck cock good." he said as he moved his cockhead to her mouth. The brilliant young woman just nodded in dumbstruck awe. Timidly, she licked at the head and shaft, tasting her passed out roommate. She opened wide and took him in her mouth. She had seen Vanessa do it so many times, but felt a bit lost. Tyrone gently guided her up and down, whispered advice and encouragement. Slowly, she grew more confident and took more into her mouth. Tyrone was gentle, but clearly in charge. Vanessa needed to be handled and loved it. "You're starting to look like a proper white slut." Tyrone groaned. He saw the arousal in her eyes and decided to take the training wheels off. He pulled his cock out and smacked her cheek with it "Beg me for more." "Please..." she said weakly before he smacked her face harder with his cock. "Please, I need more big black cock... Sir!" Vanessa moaned. Tyrone rewarded her with shoving his cock past her tonsils. Vanessa gagged, but didn't want to disappoint. She struggled to take it all down her throat. Her tangled mess of red hair shook and wiggled all over Tyrone's crotch. Her throat bulged, but her lips managed to reach the base. Tyrone pulls her off and she gasps for air. He lifts her up onto the bed and gets between her legs. Vanessa looks down nervously as Tyrone slowly eases himself into her virgin pussy. He reaches her hymen with so much cock left to go. She gives him a nod and feels the pain as he shatters her innocence. Tyrone allows her time to adjust, but Vanessa quickly loses patience. "I'm a woman; I'm here to be used. Use me.. Use me!" she screams so loud that she makes Michelle stir in her fucked-out stupor. Tyrone obliges and Vanessa moans as his big black cock finally invades her. Vanessa grips the sheets and bites her bottom lip as Tyrone buries himself into his newest bitch. Tyrone groans as the undersexed girl goes frantic on his cock. She cums so hard that her tight pussy grips him like a vice. He starts pounding the crazed bookworm. "Oh shit! Oh Fuck! Fuck... God damn it FUCK ME DADDY!" Vanessa screams. He repositions her onto her hands and knees and fucks her from behind. Vanessa looks at herself in a mirror and sees a strong black man conquering a weak submissive white bitch. A big dumb smile emerges on her face and the image sears itself into her brain. "Please cum inside me... Please Daddy, I need your strong black cum deep inside me... God damn it, breed me!!" Vanessa cries and begs. Her body's primal desire overrides her more sensible mind. Tyrone can't help but be surprised, but gets so turned on at how fast the innocent girl turned into a big black cock slut. Before he can think about it rationally, he plunges as deep as possible and unleashes a thick load of black cum into her unprotected womb. The couple collapses in bliss. "Oh.. My.. Fucking.. God!" Michelle gasps while standing over Vanessa and Tyrone. "You fucked little miss goody two shoes??!" Michelle looks more impressed than outraged. "Sorry baby, you passed out and your roommate was looking too fine to pass up." Tyrone stated in a matter of fact tone without showing any shame. "You don't even know her name!" Michelle shouts. Vanessa looks at Michelle and purrs "My name doesn't matter. I think you can agree... Tyrone is an alpha male and one female can't possibly be enough." Vanessa stretches out and smiles at the still naked and cum coated Michelle. Vanessa is inexperienced, but can guess how Tyrone would like to proceed. Vanessa wraps her arms around Michelle and asks "Don't you agree?" Michelle is shocked by Vanessa's newfound confidence. "I set you up with so many guys and you never showed any interest... What the Hell, Vanessa??" Michelle asked in confusion. "That was before seeing a true man do what he wants, when he wants." Vanessa whispers before kissing Michelle. It's Michelle's turn to be a deer in the headlights as Vanessa slips her tongue into her roommate's mouth. Michelle freezes as she feels Vanessa's hands all over her still sensitive naked body. Before the shock wears off, Tyrone stands up and wraps his arms around Michelle too. Now Michelle has nowhere to go as Tyrone makes it a three-way kiss. Michelle is sandwiched and can't help but get into it. She makes out with Tyrone as Vanessa nibbles and kisses her neck. Vanessa kneels down and Michelle gasps as she feels Vanessa's tongue start to play with her pussy. Vanessa never had lesbian urges, but now feels compelled to do what she can to please Tyrone. Tyrone keeps her distracted with a kiss as Vanessa grows bolder and eats out her roommate. Right as Michelle is about to cum, Tyrone forces her to her knees to join Vanessa. "It's not about your pleasure... or mine, but about his." Vanessa purrs. The two look up at their new black master and he leads both of their faces to his proud, conquering black cock. The two look at each other and giggle, before working together to suck cock. Vanessa is enthusiastic, but Michelle has the experience. She pulls off to catch her breath and Michelle kisses Vanessa for the first time. "I want to watch him fuck you up close." Vanessa whispers in Michelle's ear. Michelle nods and gets on her hands and knees. Tyrone gets behind her and Vanessa wraps her legs around Michelle's face. Vanessa moans as she gets her pussy eaten out for the first time and smiles when Tyrone spears Michelle all over again. As Tyrone gets close, Vanessa starts egging him on "This little slut makes all those wimpy white boys wear condoms, but not you. I want you to plant your black seed in her belly." Michelle tries to protest, but Vanessa keeps her legs wrapped around her head. "Do it Daddy! Breed another bitch for me and we'll worship you... You need to spread your seed sooooo bad." Tyrone's thrusts get faster and he pounds Michelle harder. "Put a big, strong, nigger inside her... Like you did with me baby." Vanessa groans as Michelle struggles weakly. Vanessa's dirty mouth makes Tyrone groan and push as deep as possible. He does what he was born to do and releases his potent black cum into another white woman. Michelle was too turned on by the situation to get too mad at Vanessa and Tyrone. "Admit it... You're proud to have a big, strong black warrior growing inside of you." Vanessa taunted. Michelle can't help but love the new sexy Vanessa. The rest of the weekend passes in a blur. None of the three leave the apartment and Vanessa's purpose in life becomes clear. She will devote herself to elevating the black man to his rightful place as the biologically dominant race on the planet. She will betray her own race and gender and develop a virus that will lead to the biggest reversal of power in history. The Black Power Virus: Bombshells Acknowledgements and Disclaimers: Hello BPV fans! This is a story written in collaboration with 'Hell of a Critic'. It's a side story and prequel with a 40's pulp comic style. The female character followed in this chapter, called the "Blue Jay", is an homage to characters like Spysmacher, Captain America and other pulp fiction/super heroes of the 40's. As always, send your constructive criticism and story ideas. I can't guarantee that I'll use them, but it all gives me great ideas and inspiration. Even better yet, you can take your idea and write your own story. I don't have the time in the day I want to write, but I'm definitely willing to work with you, edit and make sure your story works in the BPV universe. DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist. ***** APPROXIMATELY 93 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE Much before Vanessa Leblanc's revolutionary invention of the BPV virus, there had been other attempts through history at revealing the hidden potential of genetics to create a new lineage of supermen on the planet. One of these attempts happened in Nazi Germany in the middle of the Allies' reconquest of Europe. During this time the Nazis, cornered and running out of time, made a desperate attempt at creating a final genetic weapon... ... The old castle had almost been missed by the aerial reconnaissance planes. There were a lot of old ruins of the sort in the mountains between France and Germany, remnants of military fortifications from the 17th and 18th centuries. But seeing the German guards at the front door and the trucks being loaded let the Blue Jay know that she'd been sent to the right place. Her American chain of command had sent her to look for missing battalions and their intelligence brought her to this place. To make things worse, they had also gotten alarming rumors that soldiers were being used in some new experiments designed to give the Nazis a last minute weapon to help them turn the tides of war. For such an important mission, the US army had decided to send the 'Blue Jay', their own super-spy. The Blue Jay, her real name Jennifer Hopkins, was an invention intended to serve as a publicity stunt. They put a beautiful woman in a red, white and blue costume in order to motivate people into joining the war effort, especially red-blooded young American males. In the beginning, she was intended to do a few propaganda movies and visit the troops in Europe to give them encouragement. It was a surprise for everyone when she decided to join the resistance movement in France and actually pulled off a few sabotage missions. No one had been paying close enough attention to the fact that she was a military daughter and fully trained in firearms and hand to hand combat. From the beginning, Jennifer Hopkins had planned to use her new 'job' as an opportunity to bypass the ban on women in combat roles. Though it was forbidden by law for any American woman, she felt duty-bound to fight against the Nazis alongside the men. She wanted to prove that she and women everywhere were capable of much more than staying at home and baking cookies. Each success brought a much-needed boost to morale and war bond sales. When the powers-that-be had seen the results they decided to give her more and more critical missions. She had, until today, never failed an objective. For this solo mission, Jennifer had been dropped during the night, a few kilometers from the objective. Despite her laser focus on the mission at hand, she couldn't help but look back up at the plane once she jumped out. She felt a rush of embarrassment when she saw her image on the tail of the wing. The pin-up version of herself rested on her knees, arched her back and saluted, while winking, smiling and wearing her signature military outfit; modified to show off her beautiful bare legs. It was a somewhat common image on planes and Jennifer wondered what the average GI would think if they knew she broke a man's jaw for grabbing her ass when she posed for the artist. Once she hit the ground, she folded her chute and hid it along with her radio, and walked the rest of the way on foot. Her colorful costume was hidden behind a more discreet leather jacket. Now, with eyes on the compound she considered her plan of attack. A direct attack was out of the question. Her standard semi-automatic pistol wouldn't do much against the two Germans who were wielding assault rifles at the front. She noticed the windows weren't guarded and decided to try reaching one at the second floor. She went around the castle, staying under the cover of the woods until the last instant. Then she ran towards one of the towers and quickly climbed up using the dislodged bricks. Inside, she noticed only the most basic of renovations. A few light bulbs and cables were laying bare and boxes were stacked together. All this was confirming her suspicions that the operation, whatever it was about, was evacuating quickly. Stairs were leading down and she decided to carefully proceed down them. As she came down she heard a noise and noticed a soldier guarding a wooden door, using his rifle to support his weight and clearly bored out of his mind. Under the cover of the shadows, she came as close as possible without being seen. Once at a reasonably close distance, she made her move. "Hey! Was sind..." The guard was interrupted by a punch to the solar plexus, which knocked the wind out of him and dropped him to his knees. Then, a kick to the nape of the neck rendered him unconscious. She put him in a sitting position in the chair to make it look as if he was napping, and entered the room. ... The room was a mess. It was fairly big but clearly hadn't seen any activity for quite a while. Test tubes and other chemistry tools were scattered around. Coming closer, Jennifer saw petri dishes filled with what seemed to be a white cloudy liquid. It smelled...peculiar, musky. The room was actually very warm so Jennifer pulled off her helmet, releasing a cascade of curly red hair. Suddenly, she heard a faint noise coming from the back of the lab, originating from behind a curtain that she hadn't noticed. It sounded like a whimper a small animal would make. She moved closer cautiously with her weapon drawn. As she came closer, the sound became clearer. While definitely human, she understood why she had mistaken the feminine panting for an animal. The Blue Jay opened the curtain in one swift move. The spectacle she saw behind it left her frozen in place. Behind the curtain laid a very basic prison cell. But the real surprise was what was happening inside: In it, one very large black man, maybe one of the biggest and most muscular men Jennifer had ever seen, was fucking a young blonde woman from behind, while griping her by the hair. The woman seemed to be around her early twenties, so around the same age as Jennifer. She wore wire rim glasses that were hanging at the tip of her nose; on the verge of falling with each rocking motion brought on by the powerful fucking. A wide smile covered her face and her eyes seemed a bit glassy, as if in a trance. She was sputtering some words in German. From what Jennifer understood, the girl was very enthusiastically prodding her lover to go harder and deeper. Jennifer noticed that the girl was wearing a torn white blouse. She guessed the blonde must have been one of the German scientists working in the lab she had just visited. Suddenly the black man, completely ignoring Jennifer, took the girl by the hips and pushed her slightly off him, causing a frustrated whine from her as he dislodged his cock from her pussy. Grabbing her left ankle, he made the girl do a 180° turn, before taking her by the thighs and lifting her, bringing the two of them face to face. He was now standing upright, while the girl was only kept from tipping backwards thanks to his hold on her ass; his enormous penis only a few inches beneath her wet sex. Slowly, he let her go back down on his organ, causing a rising moan until she finally took enough of him inside. The fucking then resumed, only this time, the girl used her proximity to kiss and bite her lover's face/neck savagely, while crossing her legs behind his back to coax him to go further. A few moments later, the girl seemed to tense up. Her voice went a few octaves lower and she threw her head back as a long moan of release burst from her lips. The two stayed connected for another two minutes and then, with surprising care, the black man lifted her off his organ and placed her much frailer body on the one-person bed that occupied the cell. He finally looked up to Jennifer, apparently noticing her for the first time. He then told her in the most even tone "So... Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you wearing?" ... Jennifer looked down at her costume and then back to her questioner. She needed a few minutes to gather her thoughts. She had just seen a man, probably one of the soldiers she was actually tasked with freeing, bang the shit out of an enemy scientist. If she were being honest with herself, she felt a little flustered. She then remembered the question she had just been asked and realized that, being captured for quite some time, he probably didn't know anything of the Blue Jay's exploit. "Hum, well, I'm the Blue Jay. And...uh... I guess I'm what you'd call a superhero." Jennifer said. She then pointed down to her colorful attire. Jennifer wore a costume made up of bright US red, white and blue colors, long gloves that went past her elbows and black boots laced right up to just below the knee. " And that's my, umm, costume. " Jennifer felt very stupid once she started explaining. She swore internally for acting like such a ditz. "I've been sent here to free you and put a stop to any of the experiments that have been taking place in this castle. If there are any soldiers of ours kept here, I plan to free them also." She normally kept her mouth shut, while on mission; even with allies. However, Jennifer's lips felt looser around the stunning black man. Her military bearing snapped back into her mind and she attempted to reassert some authority "More officially, I am a lieutenant, so that's 'Ma'am' to you soldier." She was satisfied with how she had managed to compose herself, but she still wished her own voice didn't waver so much. She also felt a pang of disappointment when the man in front of her decided to put some clothes on. It was really...distracting. She was actually wondering how the girl from earlier had been capable of keeping pace with such a big man. Especially, since his incredible size didn't seem to be limited to his frame. The enormous appendage dangling between his legs sent an unexpected shiver up her spine. She wasn't familiar with the male organ but it seemed this one was much bigger than anything she remembered having seen during her rare experiences with the boys back home. It seemed like twice, no three times as big. Which was...Impossible. Wasn't it? "Pffft... They sent a butter bar alone?.." The man remarked in a disrespectful tone. "Sorry miss, but there ain't nobody here but me. I'm the last one of the bunch. All the others from my battalion have been sent away. The only reason I'm still here is because, since those fritz made their experiments on me, I'm way too strong to be taken anywhere I don't want to go. Also they seem to want to bring me back alive since I seem to be their only success. I figured it was just a matter of time before they finally thought of drugging my food with some sleeping pills though." He explained without showing an ounce of shyness over his nudity. "I was going to ask you about that. What the hell has been happening here? You say they have been experimenting on you?" Jennifer's mind got back on the mission. Before responding the black man finally put a sheet around his waist. The problem was, she could still see the outline of his penis clearly making a noticeable bulge against the fabric. "Well, I think their plan was to create some kind of super-soldiers to fight for them. So they rounded up prisoners to test their drugs on before trying it on their own soldiers. Thing is, they started on people of my race, mostly cuz they think we're sub-human. They didn't care about what could happen to us." He paused for a second, as if recalling a painful memory. "I've seen a lot of my men die because they didn't survive those experiments. I was sure I was going to follow them to the grave. After a time, I couldn't even remember how many injections I'd received and, in the end, I was the only one left. But I guess they were happy with the result. When I wasn't recuperating from the tests, I noticed I was getting stronger... Bigger too." He took an obvious look at his own covered genitalia and Jennifer understood that he didn't only mean his height and mass "It's been a few days since they stopped the tests. As I said, I was half expecting to wake up in a train heading to Berlin some day or the other." Jennifer took her time digesting the info. This was exactly what the higher-ups feared; biological experiments with, as a final purpose, the creation of supermen able to change the outcome of the war. Thankfully, it seemed that their only success had been this man. Still, there was another question that she needed answering. "So...What is your name and rank?" "Smith miss', Sergent Denzell Smith" He answered. "Okay, Sergeant. Could you tell me who this person is?" Jennifer pointed her finger in the direction of the girl Denzell had been enthusiastically fucking 5 minutes earlier. She was sprawled on the bed, resting, a satisfied expression on her young face. "Well, your guess is as good as mine miss. Until a few days ago, I'd only seen little Anita here from the other side of the fence. She sometimes came to do a few blood tests, so I figured she was an assistant in the lab. It was only recently that she started becoming more and more familiar during her routine checkups. She touched my arm, asked how I was doing... Yesterday she came into my cell at night. She didn't really seem to know what she was doing but I definitely saw that she wasn't doing too well. She was shivering and very flushed. She quite literally fell into my arms and I didn't have the courage to push her away. After that, well, one thing led to another..." Sergent Smith came about as close as he ever did to blushing. Jennifer found the story peculiar but crazy enough to be true. She tried not to look too impressed by the fact that, according to his story, he apparently had been having sex with the German girl, Anita, since the previous night. "Well Sergeant, if you're not too tired from your activities, I think it's time to get a move on. I don't think the guard I knocked out at the entrance of the lab will stay asleep forever." She took out the bunch of keysshe had taken off the guard earlier and sure enough one of the keys opened the cell door. Together, Jennifer, Denzell, and the lab assistant who was slowly regaining consciousness, went back to the entry door of the lab. Once they reached the guard, Denzell used the occasion to take his pistol and finally put on some clothes, although the unconscious guard's uniform was a bit too small for him. He gave the sheet he'd been wearing to Anita. While it had only fit him as a loincloth, it was covering the lab assistant entirely. This time, going out the window was out of the question so they went back down the stairs toward the main hall of the castle. Arriving at the door they crouched down and opened it slightly. Jennifer and Anita were crouching next to each other, while Denzell stayed a little bit behind. Even with his knees bent, he was still towering over the two girls. Behind the door, they saw a lot of activity. Three guards were loading up crates and getting rid of any traces of their presence. Another soldier stood a few feet away from the door. Denzell put his hand on Jennifer's shoulder. She twitched a little. His hand was really big and covered her whole shoulder. Her costume was uncovered at the neck, where their skin touched. She was surprised to feel that he was warm, despite the relatively low temperatures of the stone castle. "So miss Blue Jay, you plannin' on making a move?" he asked. She nodded. "Then let me go first. I need something more than this little pea shooter I took off this guard earlier. Maybe something like that." He said, indicating the assault rifles the soldiers inside were sporting. He got up and handed the gun to Anita, still covered in his sheet "Take care of this for me." Then, with amazing discretion and surprising agility for his enormous frame, he passed the door and went toward the closest German soldier. Anita took Jennifer's hand, probably looking for reassurance, and in the excitement squeezed it so hard that Jennifer felt a sharp pain. Apparently the girl had some nails. Jennifer wasn't thrilled with the idea of arming a potential German hostile, but she set those worries aside to watch Denzell in action. Jennifer watched fascinated as Denzell reached the soldier in only a few steps, unnoticed. He quickly neutralized the man with a choke hold. He picked up his assault rifle before it had reached the ground. Jennifer was impressed. Whatever those people had done to Smith, he was now clearly stronger and faster than any man she'd ever seen. She looked at Anita who had watched the whole scene too. The German girl had an expression of complete adoration on her face. "He is Superman." She then told Jennifer in broken English "Besser than ten men." Jennifer didn't respond. The show of force Denzell had shown had aroused her a bit more than she wanted to admit. "Hey, psst" It was Denzell calling her quietly. He signaled her with his hands that he had counted three more guards and wanted her to cover him. Leaving Anita at the door, Jennifer got up and followed him. The other three guards didn't cause much more trouble than the first. Denzell jumped on one and broke his neck in one quick movement, as if it were a twig. She shot the second guard in the head before he could react, and Denzell gunned down the last one with his recently-acquired assault rifle. They looked at each other, adrenaline still pumping into their veins. Jennifer was feeling slightly too hot standing next to Denzell. It was strange, their quick confrontation hadn't been that demanding but she still felt feverish. They broke eye contact when Anita rejoined them and told them in an excited voice "I know how we can escape!" ... It seemed Anita was going to be their ticket out of here after all. She knew of a secret passageway that would allow them to enter a long underground corridor ultimately leading to an exit down the mountain, far enough from the castle and enemy territory. It was hidden behind machinery that Denzell quickly moved aside with his herculean strength. As they were going through the tunnel, Jennifer talked a bit with Denzell. By federal law black soldiers were not permitted to serve alongside white troops. He explained to her how it had been living in an all-black battalion and the discrimination he and his men sometimes suffered. She could easily sympathize and talked about her decision to put on a colored costume and become a tool of war propaganda. She had grown tired of seeing her father and brothers go to war and the injustice of having to wait at home; waiting to hear if they'd been killed, while she herself had been trained to fight from childhood. She also told him how hard it had been to interact with men in the last few months. Her new fame as a super heroine had made her some sort of 'sex symbol', but paradoxically the image she had to keep gave her a reputation and impossible standards of purity to preserve. This meant that, in the minds of boys at home and on the battlefield reading her adventures, she needed to remain a virgin. The Black Power Virus: Bombshells She surprised herself as each flirtation grew bolder than the last. She was touching his arm, looking at him in the eyes and flashing him her best smile. She knew that going out with a black man was out of the question. She was sympathetic to his situation, but she'd also been raised in Texas. She remembered how she and her friends had once made fun of a girl who had the misfortune of having her relationship with a black man revealed. She shuddered as she remembered the insults the girl had received "nigger lover, nigger lover..." Still, he was so confident, so sure of himself... She felt warm and flustered around him. She contemplated letting him lead the way, finally letting someone else take charge. She'd just have to act feminine around him and he'd reward her just as he had rewarded Anita earlier. She'd be his little fuck toy and... ... Wait, what? Jennifer shook her head to try clearing her thoughts. She'd started to lean dangerously close to Denzell, her lips inches apart from his. She pulled away. That was...unusual. She had never daydreamed like this during a mission and last of all about erotic fantasies. What was happening to her? Suddenly she noticed what seemed to be another hidden door "Hey Smith, what is that?" She welcomed the occasion to think about something else. Not fully hidden, it just seemed the door was kept away from preying eyes in an alcove on the side of the tunnel. She entered first, checking for any signs of enemy soldiers, then signaled the others to let them know it was safe. The place was what one would imagine when thinking of a mad scientist's evil lair. The lab she had seen earlier could be considered well-kept in comparison. Amongst the various abandoned chemical experiments and samples, what surprised her most were the various strange organisms kept in formalin. Most of them were at various stages of development, deformed and grotesque creatures. On top of a table, she saw what seemed to be some kind of science log or report. While Denzell and the German girl were taking their own look around the lab, she started reading it. The book was in German, but she was fortunate enough to become fluent in the language during her numerous missions in occupied France. ... Erwachen Initiative, Day 0 Just received the new test specimens. All males of Negro-American origin. We'll start the experiments tomorrow. Day 1 We just started the injections of the virus on a few of the specimens. No signs of change yet. Day 2 Still, no changes. She decided to skip a few pages. Day 10 No success. The specimens didn't survive the experiments. Still, some showed encouraging results with an augmentation of muscle mass before their deaths. Day 11 New injections with an altered strain of the virus. Day 15 All subjects are dying. Once again, the change seems to be too strenuous for the body. Day 19 One subject seems to show moderate success. It's number 27. His fever has gone down and he seems to have assimilated the virus well. We'll wait and see if he survives the coming days. Day 23 The subject is showing far better results than we hoped. His stamina is higher and his muscle mass experienced a 150% augmentation. Further testing needs to be done. Day 32 No signs of rejection of the virus. We can start planning mass injections to German soldiers. Success seems to be growing close now. Day 38 A new recruit has joined out team of researchers. A young woman called Anita Kolman. She is enthusiastic, although she seems to feel guilty about our experiments on the black untermensch. But she is a firm believer in our great work and in the glorious future of the Fatherland. Day 50 We have started the injections on soldiers of pure German descent. We are waiting for the imminent triumph of the Aryan race. Day 59 Something has gone wrong. The virus seems to have adapted to only one specific body type. The body type of our first positive experiment: men of black race. Our own soldiers are rejecting it. We've observed vomiting and fever and some of them seem unlikely to survive the experiment. Day 70 Word of our experiment must never leave this castle. We now know the virus has had a completely opposite effect to what we were hoping for when starting this project. New data is now to be taken into consideration: our female team member, who recently joined our team, Anita Kolman, seems to have contracted the virus. She was managing samples extracted from subject 27 (blood, sweat) and she seems to have been infected then. The effects on females seem so far to be increasing heat and strangely libido. She's hidden it at first but we've observed unauthorized visits with the subject occurring with increased frequency, despite reprimand from her superiors. She's confessed to having growing fantasies of him, and experiencing intense periods of desire and heat despite her best efforts at self-control. We had to restrain her from going back to visit the subject. Day 86 We've had to leave the young Dr. Kolman back in the cell of subject 27. We wished to avoid further contamination and feared that she would harm herself during one of her times of heat. Her new desire seems to be concentrated solely on the black man. She is quoted as saying to one of our guards, who wanted to know if she needed anything "leave me alone and don't bother me with your inferior white genes." Day 95 Anita's infatuation towards the subject is incredibly strong. When she'd been a fervent believer in our cause before, Anita now seems to almost worship the black man. She was at first very timid around him despite her infection, and asked the guards to install a curtain in front of the cell. After her alleged first sexual encounter with Sgt Smith, her attitude changed. The first days after, she was still very shy and greeted the guards who asked about her health with small nods, blushing when she had to answer the questions about her sexual urges our scientists had prepared. But progressively, Anita has started being more and more forthright about her sexual trysts, the guards telling us it was possible to now hear her unrestrained screams of pleasure at night. She does this even though she knows they are posted nearby. It's almost as if she takes pleasure knowing that they hear her. The next mornings they started discovering her more and more often naked and sleeping atop her new lover. Day 106 Lately, our young doctor has started teasing the guards. She does this by greeting them disheveled and half naked. She wears her old lab coat, but it's only to tease them, as she lets it open so they can catch glimpses of her sex and cleavage. She seems to have lost most of her inhibitions. She has fun mocking the guards. She seduces them by caressing herself and giving them imaginary kisses while asking them to open her cell. She almost infected one of them when he came too close to the bars. She managed to touch his face with a hand coated with her black lover's sperm. She laughed after the soldier pulled back. It seems to have been a joke for the benefit of Sgt Smith. Indeed, while subject 27 stays mostly silent and on his side of the cell, he seems to appreciate watching her succeed in tricking and humiliating our soldiers. Day 117 Even with the risk of infection known to them, our guards are having more and more of a hard time resisting Anita. Beside her mental shift, she seems to have undergone some kind of physical transformation due to the virus. First, we observe an all-around augmentation in sexual attractiveness. While she's always been a comely girl, Anita now seems to have been transformed into a much more sexual and alluring woman. The more obvious changes being the noticeable curves she gained in her breasts and buttocks. But it seems the changes go even deeper. Anita, like our black subject, demonstrates amazing health. Her skin has lost all traces of the early wrinkles or bags under the eyes she sometimes had because by her many nights spent working. Her lips have grown inviting and full. And even her demeanor has changed to be more seductive and womanly. It is no wonder our soldiers are attracted to our ingénue scientist turned nymphomaniac. Sadly, Anita is not the girl we've known before and it seems her only purpose is to see the Sergeant get free and wreak havoc amongst us and our operation. We are leaving the premises. The Erwachen initiative is a failure. We've left a few remaining guards in charge of getting rid of any trace of our experiments here, but enemy activity is slowing our efforts. Despite their horrific nature, and maybe out of morbid curiosity, I feel compelled to explain those events to stress out the importance of the change our female subject has suffered. This virus cannot be remade and all traces need to be ridden off the surface of the planet. We created it by accident but I fear what would happen if it came into the hands of someone competent enough to weaponize it. ... Jennifer closed the log book. Things made a lot more sense now. The spectacle she had stumbled upon, her excitement, the uncomfortable feelings of these last few hours, and most of all the stray thoughts of sexual relief that managed to pop uncharacteristically into her mind. Somehow, she'd been infected too. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pinch on her neck. She turned around to see Anita behind her, with an empty syringe in her hand. Jennifer felt a wave of dizziness overtake her and she dropped to the ground. Before she blacked out, she saw the blonde reach for the log book and open it. As Denzell rejoined her, she looked at him and said "She knows". Then, everything turned black. ... Jennifer woke up to a strange sensation of dizziness and heat. What seemed to have woken her up was a strange slurping sound and a pleasant feeling between her legs. As she opened her eyes, her blurry vision slowly cleared up and she saw that she was tied up to a chair. The most surprising sight though, was that Anita was between her thighs, licking her pussy with the utmost fervor. Jennifer liked to think she was more worldly than most, but the concept of lesbianism was still highly taboo and seen as fairly reprehensible in most circles. The few times she did think about it, she naively wondered how two women even COULD have sex. Anita's tongue was quickly educating her. "What... What the fuck..."Her voice was a bit slurred as she was still groggy "... 's happening, Smith?" Anita raised her head, smiling. Her face and glasses were completely wet from Jennifer's pussy juices, but it didn't seem to bother her. " Aaaah, is sleeping beauty finally awake?" She asked in her usual cheerful tone. "I thought I would get you ready for him, don't worry he'll be here in a minute." Jennifer looked around her. She was in a cell similar to the one she had found Denzell and Anita in. She'd been stripped of her costume and was now fully naked and tied up. A perfect offering for her black captor, she realized in her still drugged mind. Right on cue, Denzell entered the cell. When he saw the stripped young redhead, a big smile grew on his face. "Sorry for the inconvenience miss Jay. We didn't know what to do when you discovered the, uh, side effects of my transformation. For all we knew, you were going to kill us both. You bein' a secret agent and all." He had an apologetic expression. Anita also gave her a remorseful smile, but it looked less truthful with her face full of Jennifer's pussy juices. Denzell resumed"The thing is, we don't need to silence you in definitely, we just need to have you on our side. And, well... there is an easy way to insure that..."As he spoke, Denzell opened his zipper and let his dick out. Jennifer stared at it with a mix of fear and fascination. She had tried avoiding looking at it before when she'd met him and Anita, but now that she had it in full view, she realized how enormous it was. She was both a bit anxious to see it up close, and afraid of what he planned to do with it. She'd probably be ruined for any other man after this. Forever stretched with only cucumbers or eggplants as viable tools for relief. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. Denzell seemed amused by Jennifer's desperate attempts to stop her growing urges. He came closer and let his semi-erect dick stand inches from her face, bobbing lightly. Jennifer took a breath and was hit with by a musky smell of concentrated pheromones. "You see,"Denzell resumed. "Anita has told me the virus works in a very specific way. It awakens the primal parts of the brain; the parts that control a female's fidelity to her mate." Jennifer was only half listening, her mind filled with a fog of sexual desires. Denzell continued"When a woman is infected, at first, she gets horny as hell. The heat will grow and grow as you might have noticed..." He looked at Jennifer perspiring. "And it pushes her to find a mate quickly. The strange thing is, once she's found a mate, and if the guy does his work right, she'll get addicted to him. Like morphine. No other guy can do the trick." Anita continued "It's the orgasm that does it. The pheromones and hormones start the work, they will coax and attract the girl, but in the end, it's the orgasm that finishes the job. Under normal circumstances an orgasm already releases chemicals that bind people together. What the virus does, is enhance it to an incredible level of dependance and fidelity" She hugged Denzell's arm. "Suffice to say, Denzell gave me quite enough of those. I came around his way of thinking the next morning after those morons put me in the same cell as him." "When...Did you...infect me, Denzell?" Jennifer managed to say looking at the triumphant couple. "Anita did it after we sedated you." Denzell said. "She injected you with a syringe filled with the same virus as she and I. I think she suspected you might be trouble... Or maybe she just found you to her taste." Denzell started fingering Anita. The girl began mewling in pleasure at the pleasant stimulation. He bit her ear softly as he asked "So... What is it? Are you a lesbian, Anita?" "I'll tell you what..." The interested girl said. She bent over toward the still tied up Jennifer, her vagina still being fingered by her black lover. As she did so, she violently tore open what was left of the blue Jay's shirt and bra. Two ivory breasts suddenly sprang out of their confines. "I just thought you wouldn't resist...those...BIG...WHITE...TITTIES!" A crazed Anita shouted. Denzell stared speechless at the sight. Jennifer's breasts were massive. They fit her frame beautifully, high and firm on the young redhead's chest . Jennifer started blushing. She'd always tried to hide her breasts. Ever since they had started burgeoning out of her chest as a teenager, she had gotten appreciative, if not discreet, looks from guys. They were troublesome, and got in the way during her fights. In the end, despite her publicists' insistence, she usually had them tightly hidden under her costume. The sudden exposure of Jennifer's impressive bosom seemed to have a strong effect on Denzell. Dislodging himself from Anita's tight pussy and with a mad look in his eyes, he walked even closer to her and took her hefty bosom in his hands. He then put his now rock hard dick between her breasts and started moving quickly back and forth, leaking pre-cum all over her tits. Jennifer moaned despite herself. Her enhanced sensitivity made her breasts feel as if they were on fire and Denzell's humping movement between them was delicious. Anita, left to her own devices, joined the fun by plunging her hands in the defeated super heroine's snatch. She lightly caressed Jennifer, constantly stimulating her, but keeping her on the verge of climax. Denzell's dick was enormous and his black rod offered a clear contrast with the delicate white flesh of Jennifer's tits. Despite the considerable size of her breasts, he was big enough to reach her face at the end of his rocking motion; his dick reaching just underneath her nose. Anita came back from her lower explorations, having taken some time fondling Jennifer's cheeks "Wow, the girl isn't just stacked on the top, she's got quite the ass too". She had a quizzical look as she saw Denzell's mad frenzy on Jennifer's tits. Her face then perked up as if she'd realized something. She put her face right next to Jennifer's and told her "You know there is a way to make this even better right?" She took hold of Denzell's dick and gave it an amorous kiss. Then, going back to Jennifer's face she gave her a quick smack on her lips. Jennifer could clearly taste Denzell's flavor on the German girl's mouth. Anita repeated the operation, taking more and more of the towering black man' dick in her mouth and giving Jennifer increasingly longer kisses. She managed to progressively power through Jennifer tight sealed lips and to push more and more of Denzell's precum into the confused heroine's mouth. At first surprised by the amount, Jennifer willfully swallowed what she could. She was strangely thirsty, after being excited for so long and losing fluids under Anita's erotic ministrations. It actually tasted great which surprised her. Was it an effect of the virus or was she just dehydrated? As Denzell saw her swallowing his precum, he lost all restraint and took the ginger's head into his hands. He then pushed his dick into her mouth in one swift move. "WOW!" Exclaimed Anita. She looked at Jennifer with a mix of envy and stupefaction. Jennifer had taken a third of the monster cock in and already seemed to have troubles. Regardless of her difficulties, Denzell kept humping the redhead's face. Tears started dripping along her face due to the exertion caused by the giant member on her small mouth, but the young woman still seemed to take it with some enthusiasm. Indeed she'd realized the sensation of Denzell's dick brushing against her sensitive lips gave her the most pleasurable tingles. As Denzell kept going, Jennifer was amazed by how much of him she could take. Even though he'd only used a third of his dick, it was already hitting her throat. Despite her inexperience, she did her best to take him, hoping that he would get tired afterwards. Secretly, she was also hoping to get some kind of relief once she got some of his sperm inside her. Suddenly, Denzell tensed and his dick seemed to increase even more in volume. Jennifer prepared herself to receive the full force of his ejaculation down her throat but Denzell abruptly stopped instead and took his dick out of her mouth. Vanessa gave a frustrated whine. Despite herself, her growing heat had been making her anxious to taste more of the black man's seed. She didn't understand why he had stopped. Denzell looked at her with an air of triumph and contempt. He took his dick into his hand and slowly let it hit her cheeks alternately, first the right then the left one. He did it slowly enough so it didn't really hurt her, but enough to shake her up quite a bit. She looked at Denzell, haggardly. "I didn't want our fun to end so soon" He told her mockingly. He took a few steps back and sat upon a nearby chair. "Still, now that you're paying attention. I have a question for you. It's very simple really..." He let his words hang for a few seconds "Lieutenant...Do you...Or do you not...Want my dick in your cunt." Jennifer cringed at the crude choice of words. His distance allowed her to master some remnants of self-control. She felt for the first time her head clearing up from the sexual fog. Anita looked at her with a feigned look of concern "Be careful, it's a trick question." Jennifer gave her a quick glance before looking at Denzell. "You're...crazy... If you think...I'm going to turn into one of your...horny slut..." Her speech was still a bit slow but she was getting it back under control. She used her renewed strength to take a finishing dig at Anita "...Like your little German bitch." The Black Power Virus: Bombshells Anita raised an eyebrow, not really offended but surprised the girl could show such resistance. Denzell too was perplexed, but he quickly regained his composure "Well, if that's how it is..." He put his dick back into his pants and signaled for Anita to follow him "We won't force you to do anything you don't want to do..." In another impressive display of strength, he tore the ropes encircling Jennifer off "Anita and I will see ourselves out." He gestured toward a closet "You'll find a lab coat to cover yourself with inside. Best of luck to you on your way out. I'll leave you the rifle next to the door but you won't need it." The scene was surreal. After the literal torture the man had submitted Jennifer to, he was now showing almost complete disinterest, acting like a perfect gentleman as if he didn't have his dick plunged in her tits minutes ago. "The Germans seem to have finished evacuating by the way. Guess they had no reason to stay around after I escaped. They've all left." As Denzell started heading out toward the door. Jennifer allowed herself a sigh of relief. She had done it. She had managed to avoid letting this man, and whatever this strange infection was, to take control of her. She'd go back to her country and get treated. She would go back to her lonely old life of fighting Nazis and participating in war-propaganda and... ...And suddenly she felt it. A deep need inside of her as she sat alone on this chair, covered in various fluids but having just received the most stimulating experience of her short sexual life. It was an emptiness. An urge to be satisfied, filled, that Denzell had created through his teasing but that he'd never satisfied. She almost felt like crying. "Wait." She hadn't realized she would say the words. She just heard them leave her mouth. Denzell stopped, his hand on the door's handle. "What is it?" Jennifer suddenly became mute. Mustering the will to stop herself from jumping at his feet and begging him for relief. "Were you trying to tell me something Miss Jay?" said Denzell as he came back toward Jennifer, now curled up on her chair. She had hidden her head behind her knees, not wanting to betray her excitement and not trusting her own reactions if she looked at her seducer. Denzell took a lock of her fiery red hair and twirled it; Amused by the almost infantile reaction of the proud heroine. "I can't do anything if you don't tell me, you know..." Anita, amused by Denzell's little game, had decided to join in. She started licking Jennifer's neck, going up toward her ear to whisper "Don't worry. Once you say it, the heat, and all your silly little worries and doubts will be over." Finally overcome, Jennifer mumbled a quiet but distinct "I want it". As soon as he heard the words, Denzell gave a satisfied smirk and Anita started jumping for joy. "YES! I knew you'd make the right choice" the German girl told her with what looked like genuine joy. Her expression then turned more flirtatious "You'll see. You'll never be the same again. No white boy will ever be able to give you what you need." Denzell interrupted the two. He feared that Anita's rambling would actually make Jennifer hesitate further. He took the redhead into his herculean arms, an impressive sight as Jennifer figured he could crush her in one squeeze if he wanted, and deposited her onto a nearby table. He quickly went down on her. Truly, there wasn't any need as she was already perfectly lubricated. She'd after all been dripping juices almost non-stop for the last hour. Still, he was delighted to get a look at her fresh pussy. It was cute, pink, and the small trimmed bush of red hair was proof she was a real red head. She wasn't a virgin but it didn't look like she had had much experience. As soon as his tongue started exploring her nether regions, Jennifer started having spasms. She'd been denied relief so long that now, even the lightest stimulation of Denzell's tongue was enough to make her orgasm. He put her clit between his teeth and tightened just a bit, causing Jennifer to gasp in pleasure. As Denzell dislodged from her pussy, she gave a small sob. Both from relief of having finally climaxed and from disappointment of seeing him stop so soon. Then, Denzell took his perfectly rigid cock in his hand and put it in front of the hero's pussy. That's when the last vestige of resistance and awareness rose back to Jennifer's mind. She realized that, somehow, she'd never come back from this. "Hey, maybe it wasn't such a good idea. I'm not sure I can ... " she started to say in a nervous voice. But it was too late. Denzell's eyes were mad with lust again. "No. No more waiting" he said. He pushed into her in one powerful move. It was a good thing the castle had been deserted, as Jennifer's scream of pleasure echoed through the empty corridors. ... Jennifer woke up to the rhythmic thud of her ass being humped into the table. It was the second time she'd gone unconscious in two hours, although for two very different reasons. During her blackout, Denzell had apparently continued on fucking her, taking a slower, cruising speed while Anita left the room to give them some privacy. She knew Jennifer's induction would be the highpoint of her life and didn't want to spoil her personal moment. "Hey, nice to see you decided to join us" he told the awakening Jennifer. She gave him a full smile. She was feeling great, euphoric. His huge cock was making her feel deliciously filled. She marveled at how she felt no pain, or at least nothing compared to what she should have felt getting this monster of a dick inside her. When he'd first entered her, the discomfort she had felt had been nothing compared to the surge of pleasure that had overcome her. Denzell had then proceeded to fuck her brains out, literally, as it had caused her to eventually pass out. She'd been hanging on to dear life while he fucked her, whimpering and crying out in pleasure. Each thrust had made her reach higher levels of ecstasy and made her fall deeper into black cock submission, until finally she'd lost consciousness. Now, after waking up from the pleasure induced coma, and having her lust lower ever so slightly, she realized she should feel angry, but in all honestly, she couldn't really find a reason why. She could recall how much she had fought it though, her horniness and the torture of denying it. How much she'd feared what would happen to her once she took his monster dick inside her. But now, all felt right. Now, she was just... happier. "Hey there yourself stud" She replied as she used her hands to raise herself from the table and wrap her legs around her man. Denzell grunted in response to the pleasurable sensation. He pressed his hands into her ass and pushed deeper into her. She let out a small giggle of delight at his pleasurable reaction. "I, nngh, should be screaming bloody murder you know." She told him jokingly as she started reciprocating his thrusts; her hips shifting in step with his. "After all, Anita was right...You've ruined me for any white boy. You've... resized me." She punctuated her statement by giving him a deep wet kiss. As their lips parted, she put her mouth close from his ear and whispered "So you better take responsibility... and fuck me like there is no tomorrow." Denzell reacted immediately. Using the grip he already had on her ass, he pushed her off his dick and flipped her over. He then took hold of her legs just above her knees and used the leverage to plunge his dick deep inside her engorged pussy. The act was fast and brusque and Jennifer only had the time to gasp in surprise before being once again impaled on his big black dick. She mewled in pleasure Denzell was being more abrupt than before. The sight of the redhead's plump white ass bouncing up and down his black was indeed exciting him greatly. "That's not the only thing Anita was right about..." He grunted "You got a perfect ass." Suddenly, he started spanking her, first on the right then the left cheek. Jennifer gave out a small squeak in shock. "Tell me you're a nigger slut" he demanded. Anita was lost in the new sensation of both pain and pleasure coming from her ass-cheeks. It took her a few seconds to register what Denzell had said. "Wha... What?" she asked. "I said, tell me that you're a ... NIGGER...SLUT!" he said as he slapped slightly harder this time, eliciting another squeak. Jennifer felt that she was going crazy. The soft skin of her pale white ass had started to take a red color, getting much too sensitive. "I'm your nigger slut..." "Louder" he brushed her ass cheek menacingly... "I'm your fucking nigger slut, baby!" she cried out. Denzell stopped, satisfied. He caressed her ass gently, bringing a tingle of relief to her tender skin. A smile then crept across his face as another thought passed through his mind "Now, tell me you want me to knock you up." he said softly. Jennifer looked at him in disbelief from over her shoulder. Surprisingly, she hadn't even thought about the possibility of being impregnated. She realized now that it was not only possible, but highly probable if he came inside her. In the heat of the moment she was in right now, she was probably ovulating more than a rabbit on a full moon. But the most surprising thing was that the idea was getting her even hotter. The dripping between her legs seemed to have just doubled, a thing she didn't know was possible. Back home, before she became the sexy war propaganda figure 'the Blue Jay', men and women alike thought of Jennifer as a tomboy. That she should 'just find a man, get married and have babies'. Their constant questioning of her motives and character had made her want to stay single out of spite. She rejected the very common Suzy Homemaker idea of what a woman 'should' be. In an instant, Denzell had reversed her perception. She imagined staying at home for him; wearing nothing more than an apron, a smile, and a big belly with his FAT black baby growing in it. She dug her full white ass on his cock, with renewed energy and a sense of urgency. She was now fantasizing. She imagined her belly bulging with Denzell's black baby, her tits swelling up and dribbling milk... It was making her horny as hell. Denzell and her were now fucking with wild intensity. All pretense of civilization had been dropped. Denzell's movements were frantic, but powerful and Jennifer had started urging him on with obscenities. "So you want to see me swell up, hon?" She said with a demented grin. "Want me to be your...Humphh!" she groaned after an extremely powerful thrust, "...black bred whore?" " Do it", she said as she turned her head and looked at him with intensity, fiery tresses of red hair stuck to her forehead due to the exertion "Mark me so that nobody can mistake me for something else than your own, personal, baby making factory." Denzell didn't need more. He took hold of Jennifer's ass and gave one last powerful thrust. Jennifer felt a warm wave inside. She bit her lip in satisfaction as she finally felt his semen flow into her unprotected womb. Abruptly, she felt a warm feeling coming from her groin, expanding and rising through her spine. She suddenly got afraid; the sensation was new and even more intense than her previous orgasmic peaks. As the tingling warmth got to her head, small sparks exploded through her brain and she let out a strange guttural sound that surprised both Denzell and herself. When Denzell stopped cumming, he let Jennifer slowly dislodge from his cock. She slumped onto the table, her orgasm having robbed her momentarily of the ability to move. Anita reentered the room and went to approach the two lovers slowly. Denzell sat to catch his breath, showing the first signs of fatigue since Anita knew him. But the most impressive sight was Jennifer. The former heroine was covered in juices, both sweat and dried cum mixed upon her naked body. Her eyes were unfocused and lost. As she came closer, Anita was relieved to see Jennifer show signs of recognition. She smiled as the German girl climbed upon the table and put Jennifer's head upon her knees in an almost maternal gesture. They looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, some kind of new understanding having been forged between the two women. Jennifer then closed her eyes, a peaceful and satisfied expression having settled on her face. As Anita stroked the woman's head gently, letting Jennifer process the experience she'd just been through, she heard the redhead mutter an almost inaudible whisper: "Thank you" ... 3 YEARS LATER, August 16th 1947 APPROXIMATELY 90 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE Jennifer was looking at her reflection in the mirror. A pregnant woman, clearly in her last month, looked back at her. Jennifer marveled at the changes her body had been through. The effect of the virus combined with three successive pregnancies seemed to have combined to transform her, from a girl with a full enough figure, to a real fertility goddess. Her breasts had grown at least two cup sizes. While they were already impressive before, they had now reached the status of gravity-defying tits. It had been useful though. Little Sophie and Anna, her twin little girls, had been hungry children and so had been Terell and Isaiah, her two subsequent boys. Her nipples had expanded, her little pink buttons having grown slightly darker and bigger. Well, Denzell loved them this way, so she didn't care. Her hips had widened too, completing her hourglass figure. She went to the window. She looked through it and watched her children playing in the garden. Both girls, wearing stray hats, had dark olive skin and beautiful green eyes that matched their mother's, while the two boys were almost the same obsidian black as their father. She sometime had the nagging suspicion that the virus had played a role in separating her white traits from Denzell's black ones between the boys and girls. The separation wasn't perfect though. Her little mixed girls were proof of that. Anita, who was taking care of the children outside while Jennifer rested, had gotten a girl too; a little, light-black skinned angel with blue eyes like her mother. Strangely, Anita had never developed as much as Jennifer had. She hadn't grown much more since her initial transformation in the German castle. The blonde woman was closer to a beach magazine model, while Jennifer looked more like a voluptuous nymph. It was also a mystery why she had gotten only one child while Jennifer was already on her fifth. For both women, the virus kept them exceptionally healthy. While shapely, Jennifer had never gotten fat, and they both had perfect unblemished skin that attracted jealousy from their female neighbors. They had moved to a small village in France. Denzell refused to go back to the segregation he knew was still in full effect in the United States, and both Anita and Jennifer were glad to stay in the ideal small town. Anita could stay away from mad science, while Jennifer retired from dangerous spy missions. Anyway, Jennifer figured, it would have been quite difficult for her to return to her old life. Her hardened fighting shape had now been replaced by the soft curves of motherhood. Denzell had settled easily. He'd started working as an engineer for the railway, having learned enough French during the war to be easily understood. He was well respected, people appreciating that a man with his qualifications would settle in such a small village. Not everybody liked him. Some of the men of the village didn't appreciate the strange attraction he seemed to stir in their wives and daughters. Still, nobody dared to mess with the towering black goliath. She saw him push the little green door of their fence. Coming back from a hard day's work, he had his toolbox under one arm as he greeted his children and Anita. Jennifer noticed that he was escorted by a brunette with a bob hair style. The young woman was holding a small valise. Jennifer got down the stairs to greet them. She welcomed her man in her bathrobe, giving him a long and wet kiss. She then looked at the brunette with questioning eyes. The brunette flushed. Both Jennifer's revealing clothes, and the blatant display of affection she'd just demonstrated toward Denzell had puzzled her. Apparently, Americans were much more open to show affection in front of guests. "So... What brings you here dear?" Jennifer asked. "Oh! Hum, right, hello madame" Said the young French girl, intimidated by Jennifer's allure "My train broke down during my trip from Paris to the countryside. I was coming home to visit my family you see. With my studies, I hardly see them except during vacation. Unfortunately, the train broke down and Monsieur Smith told me I could stay here a few nights while they're repairing it." "Really, he did? What a gentleman" Jennifer said with a slight hint of suspicion, looking at Denzell with an amused look. She then noticed the red around the cheeks of the young girl, her rapid breathing, and the small bead of sweat rolling alongside her forehead. Those were all clear signs that Denzell and his virus enhanced pheromones had started entering the girl's system. It wouldn't be enough though. She thought about the two virus-filled syringes Anita kept upstairs in a wooden drawer. A small injection during the girl's sleep and she knew for a fact that her life would be forever changed. That wouldn't be so bad Jennifer thought. She would welcome some additional help with the children. And it could be nice to have one more girl to help dealing with Denzell's incomparable libido. She looked at the obviously horny girl. The brunette had an embarrassed look on her face. The girl clearly didn't understand why her body had suddenly awoken to rebel and betray her; her fairly conservative life slowly starting to slip away. Jennifer wondered if the girl had already wet her panties. Upon further reflection, she bet she already had "Well then" She said, taking the young woman's hands into her own,"I'm sure your train will be fixed soon, but please in the meantime, just let me tell you..." "...Welcome to the family." ... APPROXIMATELY 50 YEARS LATER 40 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE Most girls her age would be excited beyond words to spend the summer in France. The young American teen thought about her peers potentially spending their time shopping and flirting with boys. She quickly dismissed the thought. Fifteen year old Vanessa Leblanc couldn't imagine letting sex run her life. Vanessa would have preferred staying home to attend medical and bio-engineering lectures, but her parents insisted that she needed to 'get out in the World and have real life experiences'. Vanessa thought it was silly, but knew that participation in study abroad programs would help her with college applications in the future, so she accepted. She knew her parents were worried about her. Vanessa had overheard many hushed conversations about how she was a 'robot' and needed to 'relax'. Her fixation on medical science at such a young age tended to disturb adults and leave her socially isolated from people her age. They thought something was wrong with her, but Vanessa simply shrugged off their concerns 'No one will care about my social life once I cure their cancer.' She thought bitterly. Vanessa's train approached the small town where she'd stay with her host family. She thought it was odd that she'd be staying with a 'Smith' family in France, but found out their roots originated from American soldiers staying after the war. As she stepped off the train, young Vanessa couldn't begin to anticipate the influence this trip would have in shaping her life's work and purpose. The Black Power Virus: Cabin Fever This is an erotic horror themed side chapter that takes place somewhere in chapter 2 (a few years before Vanessa does her beta test of the virus). It's pretty tongue in cheek and pays homage to various horror stories. Major shout out to Hell of a Critic for inspiring and encouraging this story from start to finish. ***** 22 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE Dr. Vanessa Leblanc's heart raced as she watched the monitors in her makeshift surveillance van and her excitement mixed with a deep feeling of dread. She had been developing her virus for 8 years and she observed what would be her first human test subjects. It was one thing to do the science, research and development, but exposing real people to her work for the first time had a surprisingly strong impact on her. 'What if something goes wrong?? I could be poisoning these innocent people.' She lamented. If her virus failed, it would most likely be inert, but that would be its own humiliation. Deep down, she'd prefer 'something' happening over 'nothing'. If nothing happened, she'd feel like she went mad and wasted 8 years of her youth. She moved the special, square, plastic cover off of the button (there was no real need for a cover, but Vanessa enjoyed the dramatic effect) that would disperse her sample virus. She shut her eyes and pressed it. ... 2 WEEKS PRIOR "Holy shit! We won the trip!" Daniel waved the congratulatory letter to all his friends. "No way!" Jacob yelled and high-fived his buddy. The college where they went to school posted flyers advertising a medical research project studying the effects of technology on the brain and body. The chosen applicants each got $1000 cash and got to spend Spring Break in a cabin with its own lake. They simply had to give up any technology and submit to 20-30 minutes of medical examinations per day. Students had to apply in groups of 6 with couples getting priority. Jacob and Daniel were two white juniors and applied with their girlfriends. To round out the 6, Jacob invited his black study partner Chris and the girls agreed to bring their single friend Laurel. Dr. Leblanc knew that a little money and a free place to party would go a long way on a college campus. She looked through all the applications and picked her preferred test subjects. She felt lucky that a bunch of white kids invited their 'one black friend'. SATURDAY - Chris the Student The group took two cars to drive to the remote camping grounds. They split up by gender to get a little bit of guy/girl time before the weeklong stay in the woods. ... Jacob and Daniel rode in the front and happily talked about their plans for the trip, while Chris stayed a little quiet in the back. "This week is going to be great. No school, no stress, no bullshit instagram for Courtney to be distracted by. Just gotta keep her occupied some other way if you know what I mean." Jacob nudged his buddy Daniel. Daniel nodded "Totally. I just hope Bree doesn't party TOO hard every single night. I plan on being out in the woods. These medical tests better not be super intrusive." "It's supposed to be less than half an hour. I think it will be fine. What about you, Chris? What are you looking forward to... Are you studying right now, Bro?!" Jacob asked incredulously. Chris looked up from his engineering textbook "I'm sorry, I just gotta get it in whenever I can." "That's what HE said." Jacob joked and fist bumped Daniel. "Speaking of which, the girls brought their single friend Laurel. When do you think you'll hit that? First night?... Second night?" Daniel smiled. Chris honestly couldn't tell if he were joking or serious. "She goes to school in a different State. There's no way we could be in a real relationship." Jacob and Daniel started laughing "Dude, no one said anything about a relationship. We gotta loosen you up on this trip." ... Courtney, Bree (Jacob and Daniel's girlfriends respectively) and their friend Laurel traveled in a car right behind the boys. Bree sat in the passenger seat on her phone "Ughhh! Stupid boys can't even text back!" She yelled in frustration. "Isn't Daniel driving?" Laurel asked. "That's not the point!" Bree pouted. Laurel scooted closer to her friends in the front seats "Speaking of stupid boys, tell me more about this guy, Chris." Courtney smiled nervously "He's a total sweetheart. Really... Smart and..." "He's a total nerd isn't he?" Laurel delivered in perfect deadpan. Together, Courtney and Bree insisted "No! No, we swear!" After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Bree commented "Maybe a little." The girls all started laughing "He's black, so he's gotta have SOME swagger. I guess." "Oh God, my Dad would kill me." Laurel sighed. "Is that a turn on or turn off?" Courtney asked tongue in cheek. ... Aside from a creepy old man telling them not to go near Chester's Lake, the road trip was generally uneventful. The mountain roads were long and winding. The beautiful scenery distracted from the fact that there were no other humans for at least 20 miles from their cabin. When they arrived, they were greeted by Dana, a research assistant in charge of conducting the daily medical exams. Dana was easily the least attractive woman of the group. She was above average height, rail thin, flat chested and had some lingering acne problems underneath some thick black glasses. She thought it was a bit strange to have never met the sponsor of the experiment in person. She only interacted through e-mail and received funding/instructions the same way. Dr. Leblanc watched the group gather for the first time over one of the many hidden cameras planted in and around the cabin. She smiled at how easy it was to manipulate Dana and everyone else. "OK everyone, gather around really quick. My name is Dana and I'll be doing the medical exams, while you're here. I promise it won't be too intrusive. First thing's first, I need everyone to deposit their cell phones, car keys, gadgets etc into this box. I have a hardline internet connection in case of an emergency." Dana held up a green lock box. Everyone turned off their phones and placed them inside. Bree looked like she was being asked to rip off her own arm "Do we really have to?" "There's no reception out here anyway, so they won't do you much good. The experiment requires no electronics, so I'm afraid you're going to have to or leave." Dana remained firm. Bree pouted and placed her cell phone inside. Dana gave Bree an extra-long accusing look. Bree blushed "Oh right... My Ipad." She slipped the contraband into the lockbox. Dana smiled "Alright then. I assure you, this is going to be a fun week and you probably won't even miss them by the end. Next, I'm going to go over a few forms that will insure informed consent." The group read and signed all the normal forms involved with a legitimate experiment. They detailed how there would be a daily 15-30 minute exam to measure neurological and medical changes in the absence of electronics. Of course the forms left out Dr. Leblanc's true intentions. One by one, Dana took each member of the group into an isolated office and asked them standard medical questions, had them fill out a questionnaire and strapped them to various medical devices. Once everyone had a turn, Dana announced "You guys are good to go until 10AM tomorrow morning, enjoy the cabin!" Everyone celebrated and explored their surroundings. The cabin had four huge bedrooms, a fully stoked kitchen, living room with a fireplace and most importantly to the college kids a wet bar. Right away, the couples cranked up the music and set up a game of beer pong. On one side of the table stood Jacob and Courtney. Friends often joked that they were the stereotypical jock/cheerleader couple, but Courtney only looked the part. The sociology major was 5'10", Had blue eyes, C cups, high cheek bones and long, straight, bright blonde hair. She was never an actual cheerleader, but never missed a pep rally for Jacob. Jacob on the other hand played the part. He was the popular athlete with a competitive streak. He was 5'11", fit and had a mop of dirty blond surfer hair. On the other side of the table, the ping pong ball landed in a red cup and Bree gulped it down without hesitation. Bree was shorter at 5'8", a brunette and had a slightly rounder face with hazel eyes. Though not as traditionally attractive as Courtney, Bree was curvier and her small frame emphasized it to great effect. Her full lips, and a cherubic face that lighted up when she smiled made her irresistible to guys. Bree loved to drink and her friends often had to take care of her at parties. She and Daniel were definitely an odd couple. Daniel was much more disciplined and preferred the outdoors to the party scene. He was the tallest at 6'1" and had dark black hair. While the beer pong game intensified, the introverts of the group sat on the couch uncomfortably wondering what to do. Laurel had dark chestnut hair tied back with bangs. She had a spattering of freckles on the ridge of her cute button nose. She was 5'9", had B cup breasts and a slim body that tended to get covered up by the loose clothing she wore. Her eyes were dark brown pools that were her best attribute. She silently hoped that Chris would break the ice. Chris had a slightly scrawny body for a black young man and didn't really bother playing sports like the others. He had next to no experience with women, but felt optimistic sitting next to Laurel. If only he could think of something clever or cool to say "So I guess we've been paired up." He blurted out of nowhere. Internally, he facepalmed. Laurel laughed nervously "I guess... Hope I'm not a disappointment." She half joked. Chris responded immediately "No, no, if anything I'm the..." Chris was interrupted/rescued when a ping pong hit him in the head. Jacob had tossed it to put an end to the painfully awkward conversation "Chris, Laurel, you two are up." Jacob and Courtney moved over so that Chris and Laurel could take their place. The two had never played beer pong before, but got the hang of it after a few missed swipes. Soon they got into it and made a good team. Laurel put her hand on his shoulder "Good game." She said smiling. Chris' heart fluttered as it always did with practically any positive female attention. ... Dana had a hardline internet connection set up in a separate, makeshift office. She transmitted the collected data to her unseen benefactor. Dr. Leblanc received the data and examined each test subject's natural state. She gave them all code names to avoid thinking of them as people. Dana = The Trained Monkey. Courtney = The Slut Jacob = The Jock Kimberly = The Drunk Daniel = The Outdoorsman Laurel = The Virgin Chris = The Student Vanessa waited for everyone to fall asleep. Her stomach was in knots thinking about the line she was about to cross. The virus she created was in no way a finished product and only meant to confirm whether or not she could alter subjects at a DNA level. Much of her research was based off flawed past experiments that she had discovered, while studying abroad in Europe. Her test virus was designed to work a lot faster than her intended final product. It was also non-contagious to avoid unauthorized infection in the future. She shut her eyes and pushed the button. As everyone in the cabin slept, a mist started to pump into the rooms and gently landed on all of the unsuspecting test subjects. Vanessa sat down and let the weight of her actions sink in. Now it was REAL. There wasn't much for her to do, but wait for morning. SUNDAY - Bree The Drunk Bree was NOT a morning person. She couldn't even remember the night before, which wasn't unusual since she usually blacked out when binge drinking. She sprung out of bed and stood there for a moment wondering how she could be so spry. Normally, she'd be in pain and 'swearing off drinking'. Bree stretched out and felt the sun on her skin. The next surprise came when she saw it wasn't even 7AM. She woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed before Daniel. She never thought she'd rise before her enthusiastic, outdoorsy boyfriend on a camping trip. She walked barefooted to the bathroom in cotton panties and a flimsy tank top. The face that greeted her in the mirror clearly wasn't up drinking all night; possibly never had a drink in her life. Bree's skin had a healthy glow. Her cheeks were rosy, hair fuller and her lips pouted more than usual. She hefted her tits up. They sometimes swelled up a little, but this was definitely on the 'big' side for her. 'Maybe instead of drinking, we went to the salon, I bumped my head and fell unconscious...' Bree thought to herself jokingly. She still felt the back of her head to make sure. About an hour later, everyone sat down for breakfast and the girls were unusually quiet. Courtney could not pull herself away from her make-up mirror. Bree looked at the boys to see if they noticed. Laurel finally spoke up "Is it me, or are we all looking... different?" "It's probably the getting some sun and fresh air. The outdoors can do wonders." Daniel proposed ignorantly. Jacob pulled Courtney in tight and kissed her neck "I don't know, but whatever it is you girls should ask for seconds." He joked. Right when the girls thought it had no effect on the men, Chris walked into the room. He was still half asleep and stretched his arms out over his head. The shirt he wore to bed now threatened to rip in several places. Courtney was making out with Jacob, but her eyes wandered to Chris as his tiny shirt now pulled upward to reveal defined muscle. The three girls at the table practically inhaled in unison as they watched. As Chris walked, Bree noticed his semi-hard pipe bouncing in his sweat pants 'Holy shit!..' She thought to herself. Chris sat down and for once noticed all the eyes on him. He felt a bit self-conscious, but then noticed his ill-fitting shirt "This was fairly loose last night." He said in confusion. Jacob and Daniel then inspected their own bodies and found nothing different. ... Vanessa watched the scene on her monitors and was ecstatic. "It worked!" She cried out to no one in particular. She would watch the footage dozens of times and took extensive notes. The Slut practically eye raped the Student. The Drunk kept grooming herself and messing with her hair. The Virgin clearly blushed and squeezed her legs together tight at the sight of the new and improved Student. ... Dana came in late. It was obvious that she'd been distracted by her own small transformations. The acne on her face seemed to have cleared up by at least 50% overnight "I see I'm not the only one having a 'good hair day'. I don't know what is going on, but I'll interview every single one of you and try to get in contact with the program running the experiment. At least no one seems to be in any pain or discomfort." Chris blushed; his morning wood had never been so painfully hard in his life. Every pair of female eyeballs were on him, so he couldn't even stand up from the kitchen table. Bree watched as Dana took her boyfriend Daniel away to be interviewed and tested. She bit her lip and in the back of her mind thought 'now I can ogle openly'. She looked to see if anyone else were looking before sneaking a glance. The glance turned into a prolonged stare as she looked at the hunk of meat in Chris' loose pants. Her brain fogged and all she could dream about was riding that monster. Bree bit her lip. She heard a cough and looked up to make awkward eye contact with Chris as he tried to get her attention away from his crotch. The other girls giggled and Bree was mortified, so she went to her room. She paced back and forth, but her embarrassment didn't last long. With the image of Chris' cock firmly in her mind, she slipped her hand in her panties. Bree shut her eyes to visualize it as her fingers moved faster and faster. The wet smacking noises of her fingers filled the room and only stopped when Daniel shut the door when entering. "Holy shit, never thought I'd walk in on a girl totally jerking off." Daniel said in an amused way. Bree looked at the clock realized that she spaced out for at least 10 minutes. Her fingers and thighs felt soaked and she looked up to Daniel for possible relief "Take your clothes off... NOW." As Daniel chucked off his clothes to get some from his unusually aggressive girlfriend, Bree opened up a mini bottle of booze that she had stashed in her bag. She took a big gulp, but didn't really feel it. She gulped down the entire bottle. Her old coping mechanism seemed to be weakened in favor of a much stronger sex drive. She had an itch that she hoped Daniel could scratch. ... This time, Dr. Leblanc observed the white couple much more closely. The Outdoorsman's gentle style, that worked effectively the night before, now seemed to frustrate more than please. The Drunk obviously wanted to break routine and beckoned him to be more forceful. The male subject found no obstacle to climaxing ('quickly' Vanessa thought with a smirk), while the female struggled with her heightened appetite. The virus also limited the effectiveness of non-sexual stimuli, so alcohol would not be an effective replacement for her sexual needs. Vanessa hypothesized that it's only a matter of time before she seeks new partners that can satisfy her. ... Bree rolled over in a huff. Daniel was proud of himself for lasting 10 minutes, but Bree was far from done. She scowled as he went off to take a shower and punched a pillow. While she contemplated what was going wrong with her, she heard a knock at the door "Bree, you have to do the medical exam now." Laurel reminded her through the door. "Ahhh shit... I'll be right out!" Bree responded and hastily got ready. Bree entered Dana's makeshift exam room looking a bit disheveled compared to the professional young medical student. The exam started off in much the same way as the previous day's test. She had to put the silly stickers on her head to analyze her brain activity, measure her blood pressure, heart rate etc... She answered the same questions, but Dana interviewed her afterwards "I wanted to ask you about any physical changes you may be feeling. Most of the others seem to be going through some unusual shifts, but I want your take on it." Dana inquired. Bree finally had someone to vent to "Like the other girls, I feel like my skin is clearer, hair is thicker, tits are a bit swollen up. I had a little alcohol today and it didn't seem to have as much of an effect." Dana took notes "OK, are you feeling numb to other stuff too?" Bree blushed "Promise not to tell anyone?" "Consider this conversation privileged." Dana said confidently. "I was maybe a little randier this morning, but then I saw Chris' BIG.. FUCKING.. COCK!" Bree could barely control the enthusiasm in her voice "I swear to God it flipped a switch and my sex drive went into overdrive." Dana was a little stunned by Bree's intensity, but not terribly surprised. One of the main things she gathered from the interviews (as well as herself personally) is that everyone, except Jacob and Daniel, are feeling much hornier than the day before. Now the young researcher had black cock on the brain "You... saw it?" Bree smiled and did an exaggerated nod and mimicked the size with her outstretched hands "I was sitting next to him and the thing looked like it could rip through his pants. I practically drooled while staring. Even when Daniel fucked me I couldn't stop thinking about it." Dana tried to act professional, but she was getting worked up faster than she would have liked "Did intercourse with Daniel relieve your... urges?" "Pfffft, if anything it only made things worse. It frustrated the Hell out of me and it was over." Bree sighed. The Black Power Virus: Cabin Fever The shy researcher prided herself on helping others and didn't think before asking "Is there anything I could do?" The two girls laughed at the inadvertent offer, but Bree gave Dana a reassessment. The beanpole with scraggly red hair and acne changed pretty significantly from the night before. Her boyish figure definitely put on some curves, her face cleared up and the chaos of her hair seemed to have been tamed. Bree smiled and leaned in "What did you have in mind?" Dana was clearly flustered and tried to steer the conversation towards any other direction. Bree just interrupted her with a kiss 'What am I doing?? I wasn't into girls before...' She asked herself. Another part of her answered 'Who cares? Maybe she can get you off.' Despite her earlier hesitation, Dana received the kiss without protest and even slipped her tongue into Bree's mouth. The make out session intensified and Bree gripped Dana's hair to break the kiss "You wanted to help?" She growled before pulling Dana's inexperienced mouth to her pussy. ... Dr. Leblanc observed the somewhat unexpected liaison. She watched the Drunk use and grind against her Trained Monkey's mouth and wondered why the virus affected her more than the others. The other subjects showed much more mild effects in their first day. The Slut had slightly more frequent and energetic sex with her established partner, the Jock. The Student seemed embarrassed about his physical changes and kept to himself. The Virgin actually pulled a toy from her luggage and went to town (Dr. Leblanc started to question her initial code naming of the subjects) Vanessa pondered the question as she watched the bi-curious coupling and played with her own clit. The interview came rushing back and it hit Vanessa "She saw Chris' Big Fucking Cock!" Dr. Leblanc did not think very highly of psychology and didn't consider it a 'real' science. However, her only plausible theory was that the visual stimuli of Chris' cock set off an acceleration of the virus' physical effects on the host. Even second hand conversation about Chris' cock elicited a clear response from the mousy researcher. Their bodies know what they need even if their conscious minds don't. This flaw in her design could be a blessing in disguise, so she decided to continue the trials. However, Dr. Leblanc got a sinking feeling at the idea of any element being out of her control. ... Bree gritted her teeth in frustration. She pulled the confused girl away and delivered a harsh SMACK to her face "Fuckin' Slut! Get in there already!" She pulled the confused Dana back between her legs and felt a renewed effort. Bree's mouth hung open and eyes glazed "Yes... Yes... Yes, Yes, YES, YESSSSS!!" She cried out and clamped her thighs down on Dana's head as she got her first real orgasm of the day. Dana almost choked by the time she finally relaxed the death grip of her legs. Dana gasped for air and couldn't believe that such an intense experience could happen to her. Bree felt a little better, but she knew that she needed more than Dana could give. She got dressed to leave. Dana got her attention "Ummm... What about me?" She asked expecting fair turnabout. "Sorry deary, I'm no rug muncher." Bree spat back with a little venom. Dana took a deep breath, 'Something is definitely wrong with this research assignment.' She thought to herself. Bree walked away and started feeling a little guilty 'What got into me? I can't believe I slapped her and acted like such a bitch... It was kinda hot' She smiled and looked for Daniel. She passed by Courtney's room and could clearly hear her getting it on with Jacob. "Baby, we've been at it for a while... I can't go any more." Jacob whined. "God Damn it, Jacob! Stop being a pussy and take care of me!" Courtney said angrily. Bree giggled a little bit and continued on. She entered her room and to her horror found Daniel getting ready to leave "Where the Hell are you going?!" "Sweetie, Don't you remember? I'm going to go spend the night in the woods. I'm going to go with no supplies and set up a campsite. I'll come back tomorrow morning for the stupid research exam and I'll take you to the site." Daniel explained. Bree rolled her eyes "You and your stupid woodland survival fetish... I need you here, REALLY bad." "We talked about this. I'll just be gone tonight. I don't get to go in the woods very often and I need some alone time in nature. You'll be fine." He kissed and passed through the door "We'll have a cool makeshift campsite, it will be romantic." The last thing Bree wanted was romance and she kicked the door once he was out of earshot. ... Hours later, the mood at dinner was much more tense than the night before. Courtney and Jacob sat on one side while Chris was flanked by Laurel and Bree on the other side. Courtney's hands remained unconsciously on Jacob, but Chris seemed to be the center of attention. "Hey Chris, I made you a BLT." Bree arched her back to accentuate her mysteriously enlarged breasts. "I made some mashed potatoes; did it all by hand. Bree, did you make sure to pack one of those for your Boyfriend?" Laurel couldn't resist adding a dig at her competition. "Daniel wouldn't let me. He's doing a wilderness survival thing. He's very independent... We're BOTH very independent." Her voice purred with hidden promise. Chris was fairly introverted and not used to all the attention. To make matters worse, he was dealing with the World's longest-lasting and insatiable erection. All day, he has locked himself away and no amount of masturbation seemed to be enough. He was scared to death that the girls would see it again and their smiling faces/close proximity made his hard-on that much more uncomfortable "Thanks, I appreciate it." He then awkwardly slumped over to eat. The bickering and sniping between Laurel and Bree only escalated. Chris finished eating quickly and decided to remove himself from the equation. Chris made it to his room and was thankful to escape any further embarrassment. He pulled down his pants and looked in the mirror. He considered himself pretty well endowed, but he grew at least an inch or two since the night before. He was getting concerned when he heard a knock at the door. Before he could even pull up his pants and tell whoever it was to wait, Bree walked in. "Hey Chris, I wanted to talk to you for a second." She smirked as Chris tried awkwardly to hide his insane erection. "Bree, you shouldn't be here..." Chris trailed off when he saw what Kimberly was wearing. Bree wore cut-off jean short shorts that took way longer to put on than she expected 'Maybe I'm gaining some junk in the trunk' She thought. They were skin tight and perfectly showed off her tanned shapely legs. She had no bra on to keep her tits from bouncing under her flimsy top "I wanted to apologize for staring this morning and making you feel uncomfortable. I get objectified all the time by guys, who just want to stare at my tits and it..." Chris' demeanor changed as if flipping a light switch. He cut her off by gripping a handful of her hair and giving her a tug. The intense look on his face scared Bree for a moment until his hand slipped under her shirt to grip one of her tits. Bree gasped in pleasure as he gripped it possessively. "What about Daniel?" Bree asked as if it were his responsibility to stay faithful. Chris yanked his underwear down to give her an unobstructed view "You came to do more than stare... Didn't you?!" He growled almost angrily and gave her hair a hard tug that brought her face closer to his cock. Bree responded truthfully in her fear/excitement "Yes! Yes! I did!" Chris let go of her hair and tit. He leaned back as his black cock engorged between the two of them. Bree watched the missing piece of her strange sex fever fall into place and she knew she NEEDED it inside of her. Chris slipped his hand into her soaked denim short shorts and amazingly ripped them off in one strong pull. Bree shrieked in surprise, but was incredibly turned on by the display of force. He easily lifted the white girl onto his bed and pushed deep inside. Chris was ravenously horny and had to deal with every girl staring at him all day. He needed relief, but never thought he'd act so aggressively. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind and continued doing what his body had been screaming at him to do all day long 'Fuck every white whore that you can get your hands on!' ... Vanessa celebrated by breaking out 'Tyrone Jr.'; her favorite black dildo and vibrator. She wished she could have brought the real Tyrone, but her research had to stay secret and he'd be too much of a distraction. "Less than 24 hours and Student already claims his first prize." Vanessa giggled to herself and sawed Tyrone Jr. in and out. She took a red marker to cross out "The Drunk" on her list of targets. She also looked at his code name on the blackboard and licked her finger. She erased the last few letters "STUD is progressing nicely, but all test subjects are showing signs of increased aggression; naturally primal sexual behavior in response to stimuli or adverse effect of the virus?" Dr. Leblanc spoke into her tape recorder. She set her scientific questions aside to enjoy the show. She pinched her nipple as she watched the once awkward black stud plow into the college drunk girl. He made her scream out and it was obvious from the other monitors that all the other test subjects noticed. Part of her thought she should be concerned about the aggression on display and potentially shut the experiment down, but it was too damned hot to watch. As Vanessa got drunk off of her own power, Chris got closer to his release. His movements grew faster and more powerful and he went into a frenzy. Dr. Leblanc was concerned for her safety, but soon had a much bigger reason to worry. On the video, Chris' body underwent visible changes. Various muscle groups would expand and almost double in size before reverting back to normal. The changes came more and more frequently until his orgasm flooded the white girl and splattered all over the bed. Both subjects seemed to go right to sleep without any harm, but Dr. Leblanc reviewed the tape. She paused it and observed a still frame of Chris with a monstrously engorged right arm. No ethical doctor would allow the experiment to continue, but Dr. Leblanc came too far to let ethics stop her. MONDAY - Dana the Trained Monkey Dana had a restless sleep thinking about her incredibly inappropriate encounter with Bree. She felt guilty about potentially ruining her relationship with Daniel until she heard Chris fucking the daylights out of her from across the cabin. The girl MUST want to get caught cheating. Dana was at first horrified by the sounds, then curious and then completely embarrassed when she couldn't stop listening and touching herself. Dana was first to wake up and once again marveled at the physical changes that occurred overnight. The bras she packed certainly couldn't fit anymore. Her wild mop of red curled hair seemed to somehow be straighter, silky and richer in color. The skin problems that plagued her for the last decade and a half seemed like a bad dream. She didn't believe her face could be so smooth until she touched it herself. She put on her glasses, but her vision got blurry. She miraculously didn't need them anymore. As happy as she was with her appearance, she knew something was wrong. She hoped to get contacted back by the sponsor of the experiment soon. Dana made herself a cup of coffee when Bree walked in on very shaky legs. She wore one of Chris' shirts and nothing else. The girl had the happiest dumbest smile on her face and leaked thick cum wherever she went. "Bree?? What happened?" Dana asked with serious concern. "Doc... THAT is what I needed SOOO bad yesterday. It was perfect!" Bree had the dreamiest look. "You look like a complete mess." Dana cleaned up the black cum and led her back to Chris' room. She could have brought her back to Bree's own room, but Dana let her own curiosity get the better of her. Chris slept peacefully. The covers were discarded during their wild fucking, so Dana got to see the 'new and improved' Chris. Just like the girls, Chris was obviously going through a remarkable physical transformation. Dana soaked in the sight, especially his pussy drenched cock. Out of nowhere, Bree giggled and pulled down Dana's pajama pants. "What the Hell?!" Dana gasped. "I feel bad about not returning the favor yesterday." Bree said on her knees. Her mouth attacked Dana's unsuspecting fire crotch. Dana almost fell over, but she luckily braced herself in time. Her own need for release became much more apparent as Bree unleashed a tongue lashing. Relief didn't come, since Bree only teased her. "I want you to strip and get on one side of the bed, so we can both kiss him awake." Bree proposed mischievously. "Are you sure?.." Dana was hesitant, but deeply craved seeing that black cock in action. "He doesn't act it, but he's an ANIMAL." Bree smiled so wide that Dana couldn't doubt her. The two laid down to his right and left. They simultaneously kissed him on each cheek "Time to wake up." They said together. Chris woke up and stretched a little before noticing not one, but two naked girls "Holy crap! What are you two doing here?!" He couldn't find covers, so he used his pillow to hide his cock, which of course had morning wood. "Relax... I just brought Dana in to get a taste of what I got." Bree winked. "What did you get?!" Chris was genuinely stunned and had no idea what was going on. He soon wagered a guess "Did... Did we sleep together? What about Daniel??" Bree couldn't believe he didn't remember "You really didn't seem too concerned last night. It's too late to worry about him and he won't be back for hours. You're not going to let a good three-way go to waste are you?" She then motioned to Dana "Suck his dick." Chris watched as Dana timidly lowered her head to start sucking his cock. He had no attraction for the ugly researcher when they all arrived, but now the girl was looking more like a bombshell. Chris was worried that he seemingly blacked out, but a threesome was always a secret life goal of his and it literally fell in his lap. He decided to relax and go with it. Bree petted Dana's hair as she sucked a growing black dick "I'm pretty great to you, aren't I? You fuck me so good that I brought help. Don't we white girls look good together?" Dana was never very attractive and at best was used as a 'practice girl' by boys in school. It got to the point that she swore off dating and buried herself in her education. Things were different now and she sorta wished she had more 'practice girl' experience to help suck the biggest dick she'd ever seen. She looked up and could definitely tell that he liked it. Then Bree lifted Dana's face up momentarily to deliver a hot kiss for Chris' viewing pleasure and spun her around and put her on her back. "Why don't you fuck her, while I have fun with her mouth?" Bree took charge of the situation. Chris was acting like the shy guy that she was familiar with and Dana had no idea what Bree was talking about earlier. Chris moved his rod in between her pale thighs and sunk his wet cock deep. Dana gripped the mattress tight and cried out. She barely noticed Bree's pussy hovering about a foot over her mouth. Bree gripped her cheeks "Open wide!" The huge load that Chris deposited in her the night before started to pour out and drip into Dana's open mouth. All three people were shocked to see the sheer volume. Chris watched the vulgar scene, but couldn't help loving Dana for taking it and gulping it down. A familiar feeling came over him, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He didn't have long to wonder. His higher brain functions shut down and he felt a surge of testosterone. His slower, considerate thrusts sped up rapidly. The flurry completely took Dana off guard. She couldn't see, since Bree smothered her mouth with her needy pussy. Chris' wild fucking made it impossible for Dana to even focus on licking Bree. Suddenly, Bree's body flew off of Dana's face and Dana saw Chris lifting her into the air. She wasn't sure, but he looked even more muscular than he did moments before. For a moment, Chris flashed an inhuman look and Dana was certain he'd throw the poor girl across the room or out a window in rage. Luckily, he put her on her hands and knees and lifted Dana onto Bree's back. His powerful arms squeezed them together like bread on a sandwich. With astonishing speed and accuracy, Chris fucked in and out of both girls. Each of his hands gripped a handful of hair from each girl and the three lost themselves to their deep seeded urges. ... HOURS LATER "Hey..." "Hey Buddy..." "Have you seen Bree?" Chris was nudged awake. He was calm until he realized who was waking him up "Oh shit!" "I didn't mean to startle you, have you seen Bree?" Daniel asked. The commotion woke up the random shape under the covers. To Chris' relief, it was Dana who emerged from under the covers. She saw Daniel, screamed and quickly pulled a blanket to cover her tits and run out of the room. "Oh crap, Man! I had no idea. Good job, Bro!" Daniel gave him a fist bump. "What were we telling you in the car?" It was surreal to be accepting praise from the man whose girlfriend he recently slapped in the face with his dick; who could pop out at any moment and get them both caught "Yeah, it just sorta... Happened. I can't say that I've seen Bree." Bree appeared in the entryway to save the day "I was just taking a shower. Ready to go?" She was dressed and packed to camp in the woods with no hint that anything was wrong. "There you are. Sorry to disturb you Chris." He went to Bree and kissed her sweetly. As Daniel kissed Bree, the image of her mouth overflowing with his hot, sticky cum flashed in his mind. When Daniel passed her by, Bree shot Chris a sultry smile that promised much more debauchery to come. ... Dr. Leblanc smiled and crossed out 'Trained Monkey' on her whiteboard with her red marker. ... Dana quickly got herself together. She never thought she'd be in such an incredibly inappropriate position with regards to her work. The embarrassment of the morning only got compounded when she had to examine the man who just accidentally saw her run out of bed naked. If that wasn't enough, she then had to examine that man's girlfriend, who she joined in a threesome mere hours earlier. Dana thought the tryst would satisfy her invigorated sex drive, but she could feel that it was only the beginning. Jacob was next and didn't seem to notice all the commotion. Thankfully he slept like the dead after Courtney had her way with him and didn't notice his best friend's girl cheating. Dana wondered why Jacob and Daniel were the only ones not affected. It's as if the cabin magically worked against fidelity. Courtney was next and used the opportunity to vent about Jacob. The blonde spoke a mile a minute about how frustrated she was "I throw myself at him over and over and over again and all I hear is whining... 'I'm tired, Courtney'... 'Can't we just chill?' " Courtney started using a really annoying tone of voice to mock Jacob "He's supposed to be in God Damned shape!" Dana just listened intently and jotted down notes. She was tempted to tell her to go see Chris. As agitated as Dana was, she could see that Courtney had it much worse. Next came Laurel; the only person NOT to have sex so far on the trip. Her condition seemed to be deteriorating. The girl's hands shook slightly and the color was drained from her face. As bad as Courtney had it, Laurel DEFINITELY had it the worst. Laurel looked like she was going through withdrawal "There is something VERY wrong with this place!" She said in a conspiratorial tone. The Black Power Virus: Cabin Fever "I understand your concern. I'm still waiting to hear back from..." Dana started before being interrupted. "NO! I'm seriously afraid of what this place is doing to us all. I packed a toy with me and actually broke it. I didn't know that you could break them from overuse! Last night, I was going to fuck a nearly complete stranger. I was going to bust into Chris' room, but fucking BREE beat me to it. I decided to wait until morning, but then I see you dashing out of his room half naked. This isn't natural. None of this makes sense. I want to go home." Laurel laid out her case. "I see, so you want to quit the experiment? I'll drive you out of the campsite when I finish my work tonight. Sound like a plan?" Dana had no intention of keeping anyone around against their will. Laurel looked relieved "Thanks, I appreciate it. I just can't handle this anymore." The two went through the motions of doing the medical exam even though the experiment seemed to be falling apart. Last, but not least, was Chris. He didn't just look bigger and stronger from when she first met him, but carried himself differently. His posture improved and he looked much more confident. 'It's astonishing what a three-way can do for a man's self-esteem.' Dana thought to herself. She started the exam with her typical question "So... Tell me about the changes that you've been experiencing." Chris leaned back in his chair "Well, there's the obvious." He motioned over his whole body "Sex drive is off the charts." Dana felt his eyes roaming all over her new body. No man ever looked at her like that in her life. As if she were a steak and he were a hungry tiger. She was unknowingly guilty of the same thing. She looked over his body that was trapped in ill-fitting clothes. She could clearly see the outline of his thick cock through the denim of his jeans. "I honestly couldn't remember fucking Bree. It was as if it were a dream that I had forgotten about. When she came back with you and things got heated, it started coming back. I even remember feeling like I changed into another person when things got heated. It was an out of body experience." Chris explained. Dana remembered witnessing some of what Chris was talking about, but she wasn't sure if it were real "Would you say arousal brought this 'other person' out?" Dana inquired. "Yes, I'm pretty sure." Chris nodded. Dana got up and went about with the usual medical exam. She stuck sensors to Chris' head and took his vitals. Once she established a baseline, she turned around and pulled down her skirt while bending at the waist. She added a little wiggle to her butt, while revealing a lack of panties. The machine showed Chris' surprise by beeping with the sudden uptick in his heart rate "What... What are you doing?" "I'm testing our theory. Don't you want to know more about what is happening?" Dana explained while bending over and displaying her pale white ass. She knew she should have felt shame when she grinded on Chris like a cheap stripper, but her desires and science intersected. Her wet pussy drooled over the bulge in Chris' pants... for Science. Chris moved to get out of the chair, but Dana pressed her hand to his chest "Don't move. You'll rip off the sensors." She unzipped his pants and licked her lips "Let me do the work." Dana felt a chill move down her spine. After getting bossed around by both Bree and Chris, it was Dana's turn to be in control. She slipped her top off and whipped her long red hair out of the way. She slowly straddled Chris in his chair and kissed him. After a few minutes of playing with Chris' tongue, Dana leaned up to bury his face in her mysteriously enlarged tits "I thought fucking this morning would calm me down, but now I can't stop thinking about it." Her grinding pussy felt a jolt from Chris' restrained cock. Dana smiled and got up to pull his pants down. Despite seeing it hours earlier, the size took her by surprise and nearly blinded her in one eye when it sprung at her face. She stroke it and got a close look "Jesus, it might be my imagination, but it seems bigger than earlier." She gave it a few laps with her tongue before getting up in the chair to ride him. While lining herself up she snickered "Laurel doesn't know what she's missing. She wants me to drive her out of here tonight." As Dana attempted to lower herself onto his shaft, a strong hand painfully gripped her wrist and Chris gave her an icy look "Laurel STAYS..." The smile drained from Dana's face and she paused for a moment. Her body rebelled and tried to sink down, but Chris stopped her. It didn't take long for her to betray her promise to Laurel "Ok, she stays." Chris released Dana and allowed her to get what her body craved. As she lowered herself into his lap, her face went through escalating levels of painful gasps and rapture. Halfway down, her hands shot to his chest to keep herself from descending too quickly and her eyes were shut tight. She took a break "Are you feeling that 'other' you?" Dana asked hopefully. Chris looked at the beautiful, half-impaled redhead and a tiny snarl flashed on his face "Maybe." A hand came down on her ass and made a sharp SLAP that made her shriek "But you don't have Bree's whore mouth." Chris firmly gripped her hips and pushed her down the rest of his pole. Dana's eyes rolled into her head and her powerful orgasm made her look possessed for almost a minute. As if her subconscious absorbed Chris' criticism, her mouth started rambling off every obscenity that she'd ever heard of in her life. During her bliss, Chris even spun her around to sit reverse cowgirl in his lap. Little by little, she noticed herself moving higher off the ground. When she came down off her orgasmic high, she almost chided Chris for standing up and ruining her experiment. A hand gripped her waist and it took Dana a few moments to realize that it was impossibly big. She felt the thumb at her spine and the tips of his fingers past her belly button. Dana looked behind and gasped in shock. Chris had indeed 'transformed' and grew larger by the second. Chris became nearly unrecognizable as his body mass doubled and tripled. Dana's awe over his newly bulging muscle was interrupted as she realized his most powerful muscle was growing as well. She clenched her teeth as she felt his cock thicken inside her already stuffed pussy. Her hand shot defensively to her pussy and her rational-self told her to get out of the room and run. Her body wouldn't allow that and she simply rubbed her clit to set off yet another mind-blowing orgasm. As Chris transformed, it was an out of body experience, but he now remained conscious. His body acted on instinct and he observed everything. Before the trip, Chris' overthinking always made it hard to date and relate to others. Being the intelligent gentleman got him nowhere. Dana's look of pure pleasure confirmed his suspicions. No matter how strange it was, the aggressive monster brought sex and made him feel powerful. Dana panted hard after the relentless fucking. Chris pulled her down hard and Dana could actually feel herself get propelled off of him with the force of his orgasm. The pressure built up, Dana popped off his dick, fell to the floor and passed out. She woke up with her face in a small puddle. The scent of cum was powerful. Dana got up, but quickly fell over. Her legs were so weak that she almost had to crawl to the bathroom. Chris was long gone. Dana washed up and tried to make some sense of what was going on. All she knew was that she was hooked. Dana heard splashing and saw that everyone went to the lake for a cookout. She even saw Chris looking back to normal and hanging out as if he hadn't transformed into a big angry, sex monster. ... After a strange 36 hours, the group finally put on their bathing suits and made their way to the lake. Jacob flipped some burgers on the grill. The normally energetic young man seemed drained from the intense workout that Courtney put him through. Courtney had easily outgrown her bikini and keeping herself covered was a constant struggle, especially with her arm draped on Chris' shoulder. The obscene noises that she overheard coming from Chris' room the previous night led her to believe she'd outgrown Jacob too "So things moved pretty quick with that Dana. See any kind of future there?" She probed. "I don't know about that." Chris replied confidently, checked to make sure Jacob wasn't looking and snuck a hand to firmly grab Courtney's ass "Can't be tying me to just one." He said cooly. The look he gave her made her want to swoon. Laurel sat further away and had no desire to party with the others. She couldn't believe that Courtney would actively hit on Chris, especially with Jacob so close. She was the only one with real clothes on, since she hoped to leave as soon as possible. She expected Dana to come get her, but was in for another disappointment "Dana? What the Hell are you doing?" The new swagger Chris was using on Courtney disappeared for a moment as he feared Dana would reveal his 'condition'. Dana walked over in her own vastly inadequate bikini with a cooler full of beers "What? I'm in college and this is my Spring break too; just wanted to join the party." Jacob, Courtney and Chris all said that she was welcome, but Laurel stood up "You told me you'd drive me out of here!" Dana popped a beer open "I will, I just wanted to hang a bit. Just chill, bitch." Everyone Oooooed as if an elementary school fight were about to break out. Laurel got so angry and frustrated that she just stormed back to the cabin. Once she was out of earshot, the others vented. "Thanks for getting her to leave, she's been SUCH a drag." Courtney complained. "For real, she was trying to get us all to leave. Such a quitter and a cry baby." Jacob chimed in. Dana felt like she had defeated a rival and taken her social position. A sly smile creeped across her face "There is SO much here. Why would anyone want to leave?" She spoke, while looking Chris straight in the eye. She showed no jealousy towards Courtney and her eyes gave Chris all the permission in the World. Chris only had one obstacle now. He got up and spent a little time with Jacob. He steered the conversation towards sports and how black men are better at all of them. "Totally not true, there are plenty that black people aren't good at." Jacob argued. "Name one." Chris replied defiantly. Jacob took a moment and looked at the water "Swimming! You guys totally can't swim." Chris smiled as Jacob walked right into his trap "I bet I can beat you." Jacob visibly perked up. Nothing got him revved up like competition "Across the lake and back?" "If you want to be a pussy. Let's go all the way around the lake. I'll even give you a 5 minute head start." Chris taunted. Jacob looked over at the huge body of water. He never turned down a challenge, especially coming from a non-athlete like Chris "Fine, but I'm going to rag on you all week if I win." He got ready to start "Courtney Babe, time us will ya?" Courtney looked very bored with the idea "OK, I guess..." Jacob dived in and started the grueling swim. Chris waited about a minute and then turned towards Courtney to take her hand "We got at least half an hour until that dumb fuck comes back." Chris pulled her along for a second, but Courtney stopped in her tracks "Wait, wait, wait... We may have been flirting, but I'm not just going to cheat on Jake like that." Chris thought about it for a moment and then pulled her hand to the front of his pants. Her hand felt his thickness and curiosity led it inside his pants. Courtney's eyes widened and her hand gripped and slid down the length of his pipe "Holy shit..."Suddenly, the last few days came into perspective as she grasped exactly what her body needed. She pulled her hand out and looked back at Chris "Let's go!" Before they ran off, they remembered that Dana saw everything. The three shared eye contact and Dana broke the silence "I'll keep a lookout." Courtney smiled "Thanks!" Chris grabbed a blanket and led Courtney into the woods. He laid it out and pressed his new conquest against a tree to make out. The blonde bombshell yanked at her bikini bottom and removed it with a snap. She moaned as Chris squeezed her tits possessively. She loved the foreplay, but she was too eager "Just fuck me like the others!" She urged through clenched teeth. She bit her lower lip and watched as Chris aimed his shaft at her. A quick push officially made her a cheater, but her relationship with Jacob was the last thing on her mind. Courtney was so wet that Chris had no trouble pushing in his thick, black cock. He shoved in deep and started pounding her. He expected the transformation to take hold, but it never did. He soon realized that he was in control and claimed the sexy blonde as his own prize. Chris could cross off a second life goal from his list today. He loved watching Courtney's blonde pussy hug his shaft every time he pulled out. Her desperate, horny whimpering got him harder. He decided to yank back her blonde ponytail, lick her lily white neck and slam fuck her unconscious. ... An exhausted Jacob climbed out of the water. He took a minute to catch his breath and checked to see if Chris had arrived yet. He pumped his fist in celebration before Dana walked up. "I hate to break this to you, but everyone just went back to the cabin. Chris left you this note." Dana handed him the short piece of paper. I GUESS YOU ARE THE BETTER SWIMMER. YOU WIN, SUCKER - Best Regards Chris Jacob was still panting for air, but couldn't help, but laugh at the prank. He felt pretty stupid "Damn, I gotta get him good." He shook his head and walked off to dry himself. Dana obviously left out the part about Chris using the time to fuck his girlfriend. 'I wonder if he'd laugh that part of the prank off.' Dana thought to herself and snickered. She stood on the dock and pulled the key to her safe out of her pocket. Without it, no one could get into the safe to get the car keys and phones. Without thinking, she threw them into the lake. Dana got back to the cabin and got some work done. She finally got a message back from the program sponsor. It barely acknowledged the highly unusual circumstances and simply delivered new interview questions. The questions seemed designed to gage everyone's sex lives. Dana now believed that the experiment was really all about the sexual phenomenon and had nothing to do with electronics. Chris walked in and kissed Dana "I don't get it... Nothing happened when I was with Courtney. No transformation or anything." He really hated using that word, but had no other way of describing it "It was all normal." Dana nuzzled into his neck "Maybe it's because I drained you less than an hour beforehand. Maybe it's something that happens when you're pent up." She smiled and slid her hand down his pants "How about we test out the theory?" Within seconds, Dana was right back to riding Chris. Her body was accustomed to him now, which allowed her slide up and down with ease. The transformation never came, but Dana noticed Chris attacking her with more aggression. The 'Mr. Hyde' personality seemed to be taking over even when the physical changes didn't manifest. Dana worked herself up to a big orgasm when she heard footsteps and the door knob twisting "Dana, I'm ready to go..." Laurel stopped in her tracks when she saw Dana's tits bouncing up and down. Dana locked eyes with the source of her irritation. Laurel had never seen more hate on someone's face in her life. "GET... the FUCK OUT!!" Dana screeched at the terrified girl. Laurel simply turned tail and ran. Even Chris was intimidated by the bouncing, snarling demon in his lap. Maybe he wasn't the only one transforming. Dana came hard and gripped his cock like a vice as her body twitched and her eyes rolled back into her head (adding to her demonic look). When Chris came, she got off of him and immediately sucked the cum out of his heavy balls. She smiled drunkenly when she got her fill "I think my theory is correct. I should keep you from transforming ALL night." ... Dr. Leblanc officially considered her prototype virus a failure. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the monstrosity that Chris became. Her virus mostly accomplished her goals, but took things too far. She crossed out 'The Slut' on her board. The Virgin was the last female to succumb. Vanessa wanted to pull the plug on the experiment, before someone got seriously hurt, but she just couldn't resist seeing that last name crossed out. "She can't possibly last long against my work." She mumbled to herself. ... TUESDAY - Jacob the Jock Jacob felt the sunlight and woke from a deep sleep. For the first time, he got to go to bed without Courtney fucking him into a coma. He loved it, but was thankful to get a break. Courtney seemed a bit off ever since he made a fool of himself swimming around the entire lake. Maybe he embarrassed her or something?? He looked over and her side of the bed was empty. He got up and could hear her in the shower. Jacob snuck in. From behind the curtain, Courtney spoke "Mmmmm hey sexy, want some mo... Oh shit, Jacob!" She was clearly startled. "I'm sorry, Babe. Who were you expecting?" Jacob joked. Courtney covered her tits a little "Sorry, I'm still waking up. Brainfart, I guess." She looked visibly uncomfortable. She snuck into Chris' room in the middle of the night and showed up right as Dana got worn out. "That must be it." Jacob moved to get undressed and join Courtney, but she stopped him. "I'm really done here, Sweetie." Courtney shut the water off and moved past her boyfriend to get to the towels. Jacob tried to be cool and propose something else, but she was already out the door. He shrugged his shoulders and took his own shower. Upon exiting, Jacob saw that Daniel and Bree had returned. They were both covered in dirt and looked visibly upset. "Hey man, something up?" Jacob asked. Daniel looked pained "She broke up with me. We went out to my makeshift shelter and it was a complete disaster. Maybe it's just temporary, I can't tell." Jacob gave him a hug "You'll be fine, don't worry. I'm sure she'll cool down." Laurel called for everyone, except Dana and Chris, to meet up in the kitchen. "This experiment is bullshit. I don't know what it is, but something is very wrong and I'm getting out of this cabin. I told Dana that I wanted to go, but she just happened to 'lose' her keys to the safe. She can't seem to pull away from Chris long enough to do her job. Bree spoke up first "I just got back from being cold and miserable in the woods. I'm staying!" She stormed off and seriously debated going for a shower or to Chris' room. "I don't think I should be anywhere near Bree for a while, so I'll go with you, Laurel." Daniel decided. Before Jacob could choose for her, Courtney spoke up "I need to be here for my girl, Bree." She chased after Bree, secretly hoping that her stupid boyfriend would leave the cabin with the other losers. Jacob was now in the awkward position of having to choose between his best friend and his girlfriend. Daniel looked like he could use some support, but Jacob rationalized that alone time with Laurel might work out. She seemed like a nicer girl than Bree. Daniel could even come out ahead in the end "I'll stay here and keep an eye on everything." Daniel nodded "Ok, bro. The camp I set up is about a mile and a half north. You can't miss it if you stick to the trail." They said their goodbyes and left. Jacob spent some time working out in the living room. Occasionally, Dana, Courtney and Bree would walk through the room. They all seemed to give him the same look; mild disgust or irritation. The energy of the house had changed and he got the impression that he was an unwelcome presence. The Black Power Virus Ch. 02 *I just wanted to say thank you for all the encouragement, comments and suggestions. If you plan on leaving a negative comment, please make it constructive criticism. Maybe reference your own stories, so I can see how it's done* DISCLAIMER:All of the characters depicted are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist. Chapter 2: Research and Development Vanessa's eyes slowly fluttered open. She groaned as she felt every muscle in her body ache. Her movement caused Michelle to stir and Vanessa gasped in shock. Her mind raced for a moment until the memories of the weekend flooded back into her mind. Despite being cuddled up with a very naked Michelle, Vanessa had trouble believing what she did. Vanessa noticed that her skin was sticky with dried-up cum and accepted that it all really happened. Fucking Tyrone bareback and getting in a three-way with Michelle was not a dream. Tyrone just left the two of them in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap. Suddenly, another realization hit Vanessa and she sprung out of bed to get dressed. Michelle groaned and woke up "Where's the fire, hon?" Michelle asked as she watched Vanessa scramble to get dressed. "I forgot, I have an interview for an internship, I'm late!" Vanessa answered as she almost tripped while trying to put on a pair of jeans. Vanessa rushed out the door and managed to catch the bus. The frazzled girl got a few strange looks on the bus. Vanessa felt like a real woman for the first time, so she attributed the looks to her change in demeanor. While riding the bus, Vanessa relived the events of the weekend. The thought of Tyrone bending her over made her feel warm and giddy. She should be freaking out, but the memory of Tyrone cumming deep in her unprotected pussy made her rub her thighs together on the bus. Vanessa arrived over 30 minutes late. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but Vanessa decided to do her internship at an upscale private practice. The secretary looked shocked and uncomfortable to see Vanessa. "Is there something wrong? I accidentally overslept and didn't have time to do my hair." Vanessa explained. She felt embarrassed to show up to an interview with so many excuses. "You may want to take a look in the mirror, young lady." The secretary advised. Vanessa went to the bathroom and realized that not only was her hair messier than usual, but it had several strands of cum stuck all over it. Vanessa knew she should be mortified, but all she wanted to do is show Tyrone how she looked in public. She felt pride in wearing the evidence of their fucking. Vanessa looked down at her flat tummy and knew she'd soon be showing off even more evidence of what Tyrone did. Vanessa wiped the strands of cum out of her hair. She just looked at the fluid for a moment. "This stuff will change my life much more than any stupid interview.' she thought before sucking her fingers clean. Vanessa emerged from the bathroom after fixing her hair. She passed right by the secretary and entered the office of Dr. Howard for her interview. Dr. Howard takes a confused look at the disheveled girl, but shrugs and allows Vanessa to sit. The older white man gives Vanessa a lecture about tardiness and about his disappointment. "I hate to say, but this is a very poor start to this program. Especially for the most promising candidate that I've seen in years" The doctor said. Vanessa barely listened as the old man droned on. She looked at a framed picture of the man's daughters and imagined black men gang banging and enslaving them. She fantasized about them wearing slave collars, getting auctioned off and getting fucked on both ends at the same time. Before Dr. Howard even finished, Vanessa walked out without saying a word. She remembered passing up internships in the inner city and decided to call and schedule a new interview. Later that evening, Vanessa showed up 10 minutes early to a community outreach program office. Vanessa spent the day getting new clothes, a makeover and having her hair professionally straightened. She wore a form fitting, violet dress and 4 inch pumps. Mr. Jackson is a former boxer that runs the outreach program and has devoted the last 12 years to keeping at-risk youth out of jail. The center provides recreation, relationship counseling and job placement. Vanessa walked through the center and saw young men practicing boxing. Vanessa bit her bottom lip. This is the perfect place to test out her theories. Vanessa had to find out if Tyrone is an outlier or the norm. She openly checks out all the hard, black bodies and knows that she'll love doing her research. Vanessa knocked on Mr. Jackson's office door and was told to enter. Her eyes were first drawn to an old boxing promotion poster showing a shirtless and younger version of Mr. Jackson. She then smiled and shook Mr. Jackson's hand. The man was in his mid-thirties and still clearly in good shape. "Hello sir, it's a pleasure to meet you." "I have to say, I'm surprised you made it in a dress like that. You must have caught a few cat calls." He said, allowing his eyes a quick glance up and down. "I might have overdone it for the interview." Vanessa giggled and crossed her legs "I just wanted to look nice." Vanessa looked at the poster "Speaking of looking good... Who is that?" Vanessa asked coyly. Mr. Johnson blushed a little "That's me back in the day. I got injured and had to give it up, but in the end I consider it a blessing. I opened this place up and I know I've helped out the community." Vanessa couldn't help but smirk at how similar her story is. Something unexpected happened that took her off her path and now she just wanted to help black men. "I'm very committed to helping out the community as well and I think I can help ..." Vanessa said before being cut off. "No offence Vanessa, but there is a waiting list to intern at this facility. You were contacted weeks ago and showed no interest. Now all of a sudden you care. We're here to help people, not pad your resume." Mr. Jackson continued to sneak peeks at Vanessa's legs even as he judged her motives. Vanessa looked deep into his eyes "You're right that I'm here for my own purposes." She said as she slipped her shoes off "But I'm not here to pad my resume or to score points on an application." Her lily white leg rose up and her dainty foot moved between Mr. Jackson's legs. Vanessa maintained eye contact with the somewhat confused man. She started to rub her foot over his crotch "I NEED to be here and help the community. I want to devote myself." Vanessa purred and smiled as she saw Mr. Jackson's pants start to bulge obscenely. He tried to mumble something about being married, but Vanessa stands and puts a finger over his lips "Shhh. It's ok." She says as she gets on her knees. "I'll show you that I'm much more devoted than those resume padding sluts." Vanessa said as she unzipped his pants. She wasn't disappointed as she fished out Mr. Jackson's thick black staff. "Wow... so big." Vanessa smirked as she teased it with kisses and just the slightest tip of her tongue. Vanessa's pretty eyes maintained eye contact "Please sir, let me work here for free." she softly begged. Her tongue lapped at his balls before sucking and slurping on one. Mr. Jackson couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her mouth to his head and shoved his long, thick, black cock down her throat. Vanessa almost choked on it. Her face turned red as she struggled with a bulging throat. He released her and let her gasp for air. Drool ran down her chin and dripped down his cock. 'If Tyrone is an outlier, then so is Mr. Jackson.' Vanessa thought to herself before swallowing down that cock again. She allowed him to face fuck her roughly. Her pretty hair became a mess again. She stroked and sucked him off. Her small hand couldn't reach around his girth so she used both hands. Right as he was about to cum, she made sure and placed the head right past her lips. She felt him gush directly into her mouth and she got quite the mouthful. She didn't let a drop escape as she milked his balls empty and slowly pulled him out of her mouth with a *POP*. She looked up into his eyes again and opened her slutty mouth to reveal the huge load. *GULP* Vanessa licked her lips and straightened herself up before standing up. "When do I start?" Mr. Jackson was breathing hard "umm.. Monday is fine." "Fantastic, I'll see you then." She said, kissed him on the cheek and turned to leave the office. She put some sway into her step to show off her cute butt on the way out. She thought It would be good to give him something to look forward to. Vanessa took another look at the facility on the way out. The center caters mostly to black young men and received help from several white female interns and volunteers. 'Perfect place for my experiments.' Vanessa thought. 2 WEEKS LATER Vanessa sat, while Michelle paced back and forth. The two were waiting nervously as they awaited the results to appear on their home pregnancy tests. The two roommates have bonded more over the last 2 weeks than over the last 2 years of living together, so they decided to get tested together. Vanessa knew deep down what would happen, but Michelle secretly promised to be more responsible if she just got 'one more break' from God. Michelle's test was the first to display a result and her heart sank as a blue + sign appeared. The few moments extra that Vanessa had to wait felt like an eternity, but relief hit her as she also received a blue + sign. Vanessa hugged her shocked friend "We're knocked up!" she said excitedly "He got us both on the same night!" Vanessa looked at her flat tummy and imagined it swelling. Then she saw the worry on Michelle's face "Don't worry, you know I'll get a high paying job. We're in this together. I'll make the money and you raise our little brood." Michelle thought the whole situation was crazy, but she trusted Vanessa "I was probably going to get knocked up by some loser anyway." Michelle laughed nervously as she wiped away a tear. Vanessa gave her roommate a good long hug before kissing her. Michelle welcomed the affection and the kiss intensified. After a few minutes of making out, Vanessa broke off the kiss "I've got a wild idea for a celebration that will also help my research." Vanessa said and hoped Michelle would play along. "I don't think you can get me into too much more trouble." Michelle joked. Later that evening, Vanessa worked late at the community center and was told to lock up after the last group of young men finished training. Vanessa often saw the same group of 5 training late and knew they would be there. They often shouted obscenities and catcalls at her, so Vanessa decided to wear a tight green tank top and white short shorts. "Gentlemen! The Center has to close soon, so please wrap it up." Vanessa tried to raise her voice slightly over the high volume of the group's conversation. "Don't worry bitch we're almost done, unless you want to go a few rounds." Andre, the leader of the group, snickered to his friends. "Hey Mama, how about I give you a ride home. There some dangerous niggas in the area." Derek, the most heavyset of the group, asked. "Awww that's so sweet of you to offer, but my girlfriend is picking me up." Vanessa responded. A few moments later, Michelle popped into the Center. "Hey baby!" Vanessa smiled and kissed her roommate in front of the surprised group. As they kissed, the two heard a roar of approval from the 5 men. "What are you all looking at?" Vanessa asked with mock hostility. "I get it now... That's why you not all over dis." Andre points at his 6-pack physique. "Not at all, we love guys too, but I've heard about black guys being... big. I think it's just an urban legend." Michelle giggles to Vanessa. "Can't be much different from white boys." Vanessa taunted. She knew she couldn't bait the line much more than that. Derek walked up to Vanessa, looked down on her and shoved his hand down his pants "You wanna bet your girlfriend's snatch over it, bitch?" Derek growled. Vanessa looked at Michelle for approval and Michelle stepped toward Derek. The other young men in the group couldn't believe that their catcalls and rude behavior got them this far. It was just something they did to show off in front of each other. Michelle slowly reached into Derek's pants and her eyes widened "Oh wow... " Michelle fished out his cock to show Vanessa. "I've never seen one this thick" Michelle stroked the growing black cock. "I've been with lots of little white boys, so I guess you win the bet." Michelle smiled before getting on her knees in front of Derek. Vanessa turned to the others "Derek here might be an outlier. Best 3 out of 5?" she said and stuck her tongue out playfully. Dumbstruck, the others looked at each other before rushing forward. They all dropped their pants. Andre looked at Vanessa and snarled "Why don't you suck my dick and I'll show you I ain't no bitch ass white boy." Vanessa gave him a look of defiance, but didn't say no. She wanted to see what he'd do. She looked over and saw Michelle undressing in front of Derek. After a short moment, Vanessa felt her hair tugged back roughly and a hard spank rang out through the empty community center. Andre then ripped her flimsy tank top off to cup a tit. "You think I'm playin' wit you?" he asked before sliding down her shorts and spanking her again. Vanessa moaned from the spank and rubbed her ass against his now rock hard black cock. "What will my parents say, if I let a dirty nigger inside me?" Vanessa purred. She grabbed his cock and teased him by rubbing the head against her pussy lips, but kept him from entering. Andre finally lost his patience, slapped her arm away, gripped her hips and sunk his proud African staff all the way into the teasing little white bitch. Vanessa's body trembled with pleasure at being taken. Meanwhile, Michelle let Derek lay down so she could straddle his thick cock. She squeezed her own tit hard as she slowly lowered herself onto the hulking black man. Andre bent Vanessa over and pulled her hair back hard as he fucked her. He then looked at the others "Don't y'all want a piece?" he asked. The other 3 men were obviously followers and Vanessa made a mental note to only collect genetic samples from Andre and Derek. However, this didn't mean they weren't physically on par. They just needed permission from their pack leader. Once they got that permission, they didn't seem to need overt consent from either girl. One of them kneeled in front of Vanessa's face and forced his way past her lips. Vanessa seesawed between the two men, but struggled to take in both of them. "Fuck she's tight for a complete fucking slut!" Andre groaned. Vanessa was surprised to see one of the men force Michelle forward, while she rode Derek. He managed to lube up and forcefully pushed into her ass. Michelle screamed out in some pain, but mostly pleasure. The man slowly worked his whole long cock inside. "Shit, I think this ho likes it" Derek laughed as he thrust upwards even harder. The two men developed a rhythm where they alternated between thrusting in and pulling out. Michelle looked like she was going through a pleasure overload. She was helpless to stop the onslaught, even if she wanted to. She leaned forward into Derek's chest and bit him as she took the hard fucking. Derek leaned forward and sucked on Michelle's nipple. It was the final bit of stimulus she needed and she saw stars. She came so hard that her whole body shook and she even squirted all over Derek. Once she came down from her high. Michelle looked at the 5th guy, who has been waiting patiently for his turn. "I'm going to suck your cock... I can finally cross triple penetration off my bucket list." Michelle laughed dumbly. The young man looked like a benchwarmer that was finally going to get his shot. He quickly moved into position and let Michelle swallow him. Vanessa was used like a ragdoll between the two men. Andre motioned for the other to pull out and Vanessa felt disappointed as Andre also pulled out. She regained her breath and turned to see what was going on. "I just wanted to hear you, while I take that tight looking ass." Andre growled as he pushed past her tight asshole. "Oh Holy shit! I've never had anything up there!" Vanessa pleaded to no avail. She honestly didn't think about the possibility of taking it up the ass. She gritted her teeth and hit the floor with her clenched fists as he sunk deep inside. "That ain't no white boy dick in there, is it?!" Andre taunted as he slowly started pounding Vanessa's ass. "Now tell me what a dumb slut you are for doubtin' on us niggas." Andre demanded before smacking her ass unexpectedly hard. Vanessa looked up to see the man, who was in her throat, jerking off in front of her face. Vanessa felt completely humiliated, but loved it "We are dumb little white sluts for not believing in big.. black.. cock." The pain started to subside and Vanessa started pushing back on Andre's invading cock. "I can't believe we even thought white baby boys could come close." Vanessa leaned in and sucked the man's balls. "For being so stupid, you get us both for the rest of the night." Vanessa started to enjoy the anal fucking and worked herself up to her very first anal orgasm. Soon after, Vanessa could see the man in front of her was about to cum and she opened her mouth wide to give his spurting cock a target. He managed to blast her forehead and hair before aiming and getting 3 thick ropes into her hungry mouth. Vanessa swallowed without hesitation and released a small burp to show her pleasure with the snack. Within minutes, everyone cums into their respective holes. The group switched and took turns all night. Everyone got to fuck each girl at least twice and the orgy ended up leaving about an hour before a staff member showed up to open the center for the morning. As Vanessa and Michelle walked bowlegged to their car, Vanessa happily told Michelle "There are no outliers, they are the norm. They're superior in every way and I'm going to make sure the World accepts that." Vanessa showed off two small vials with semen samples from Derek and Andre that she collected when no one was looking. They joined her growing collection with Tyrone's and Mr. Jackson's. She should have enough DNA samples to get started. Several weeks later, Vanessa announced her pregnancy to the community center and smiled at Andre. The look on his face was priceless and, except for Derek, she never saw Andre or his group again. Derek was the only one man enough to accept potential fatherhood and Vanessa made a mental note to reward him in the future. 10 YEARS LATER (20 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE) Vanessa woke up from a strong kick inside her womb. Mr. Jackson's baby was restless. She looked at the clock and figured she might as well get up and cook Tyrone's breakfast. Her baby bump pushed her apron way out in front of her. She wears nothing else but her 'BLACK OWNED' collar. Sometimes, the mornings are all she gets with Tyrone, so she always makes sure breakfast is special. Vanessa typically works 8 hours at her lab and volunteers 2 hours at the community center. Vanessa got to run her own lab despite dumbing down her research. She only revealed theoretical aspects of her research and showed just enough promise to be well-funded. Little did they know, Vanessa was ready to test out a prototype of her virus. She wasn't ready to execute her ultimate plan, but at least she'd finally see if she can 'customize' individual genetic traits. Vanessa cooked a breakfast big enough for 4 people. She devoured bacon, pancakes, sausages, along with pickles and potato chips to satisfy her strange pregnancy cravings, before bringing Tyrone breakfast in bed. Tyrone would constantly visit Vanessa and Michelle and enjoyed being treated like a King. When Michelle moved out to start a daycare service and raise both her and Vanessa's children, Tyrone moved in. Tyrone ate his breakfast and rubbed Vanessa's belly soothingly. When he finished, he moved the tray to the floor and kissed her. The Black Power Virus Ch. 02 Vanessa stroked Tyrone to full size "Good Morning Daddy, I think the bigger I get, the bigger you get." She cooed. Vanessa rubbed her belly and expertly took Tyrone down her throat. She purposefully choked herself and covered his cock in drool. She turned around and wagged her ass at Tyrone "I think it's time to switch to anal only." she pouts "You'll poke little Terrell." Tyrone gripped Vanessa's ass, gave her right cheek a bite and a spank. "You know I don't mind that booty. By the way, you were right about your cousin's marriage. It didn't take much to get her creamin' all over my dick. Hubby must be a fucking loser." Tyrone smiled and pushed deep into Vanessa's ass. Vanessa moaned and squealed "Sir, you know us weak-willed, white sluts can't resist you. I hope you knocked her up. My family is going to run out of girls to disown for breeding black." she giggled. Tyrone knew she loved to hear about his conquests "After you said I could fix her car, she invited me over. I don't know shit about cars, but I pretended to work on it. She brought me drinks and seemed eager to talk to me, especially after she saw the bulge in those tight ass pants I got." Tyrone told his story, while pounding Vanessa's cute ass and squeezing one of her tits hard enough to spray milk all over the sheets. "I faced her and said her hot little body was distracting me from my work. Bitch couldn't believe how big I got after getting a little hard in my pants. After that I grabbed her ass and kissed her. She melted after that and I just fucked her dumb little white brains out." Tyrone said proudly. He started to slam fuck her poor asshole and Vanessa started to shake as she built up to a powerful orgasm. Tyrone knew just the thing to say to push her over the edge "And I nutted deep inside her. You know I never miss when I plant my seed." Vanessa's eyes rolled up in her head and her whole pregnant body shook with the powerful orgasm. Tyrone pulled out of her abused ass and decided to cum all over her big, black-impregnated belly. Vanessa rolled over and rubbed the rich cum into her skin "Life is fucking good..." Vanessa said dreamily "Today, I'm going to help all women feel this way." LATER THAT DAY Vanessa snuck her secret project out of her lab for the first time. Stepping out of the secure facility with her pet project was her greatest worry, but security checks were lax for someone who runs her own lab and no one wants to harass a pregnant woman. Vanessa could barely contain her glee as she made her way to the community center. Her hand rested on the small aerosol canister in her pocket. Disguised to look like an air freshener, it carried 10 years of hard work. Her prototype was a weak version of what she was planning, but she had to be cautious. Her testing could absolutely not attract the attention of the CDC. At least not yet. Vanessa arrived at the center. Over the years, her regular volunteer work and the leverage Vanessa got by carrying Mr. Jackson's baby put her in charge of the center's volunteer program. Now she controlled all the scheduling for her guinea pigs. Vanessa smiled as she saw Derek. Derek decided to stay at the center as a volunteer and became one of Vanessa's confidants, as well as the father of her second black son. As with Tyrone, Vanessa often set Derek up with as many white women as possible. Derek now had his eye on one of the newer volunteers. Cindy started volunteering at the center about 2 months ago to fulfill an internship requirement to graduate from college. The 22 year old had short blonde hair and a thick body type. Cindy and Derek had a good rapport, but Cindy had a fiancée named Brian. Brian was a promising law school student with a bright future ahead. Brian often hung out with Cindy in the break room, which is where Derek found the two. Derek felt like Vanessa was pulling a prank on him. She told him that spraying this special air freshener around the break room would get him Cindy. As dumb as it sounded, Vanessa had a good track record of getting him white pussy. The white couple sat and playfully fed each other pieces of candy. Derek rolled his eyes and pretended to smell something terrible coming from the microwave. Derek took the air freshener out and sprayed it all over the room. Derek waited for a moment, but nothing seemed to happen. He left the room and handed the aerosol canister back to Vanessa "Why the fuck you messin' with me?" Derek asked shaking his head in embarrassment. "Don't worry sexy, it will take some time. Trust me." Vanessa reassured him. Vanessa noted the time of exposure. She now had three subjects to observe and could barely contain her excitement. The prototype was designed to only infect those who directly breathed it in and self-destruct to avoid unauthorized exposure. It should work slowly, deliver the desired effects and remain isolated in their respective hosts. Vanessa didn't expect anything the first week, but the second week was downright painful. She saw no observable effects and it frustrated her to no end. Derek got used to having Vanessa check up on him and started to get irritated with her odd behavior. Right as Vanessa finished her daily series of questions and received the same disappointing answers, she noticed Derek's arms looked a little more toned. "Have you been working out, Derek?" she asked. Derek checked out his arms "Hmmm... Not lately." Vanessa jumped up excited and decided to check in on Cindy. Right off the bat, Vanessa noticed that Cindy lost a few inches in the waist. "Hey Cindy, you're looking pretty good. New exercise program?" Vanessa asked in a friendly tone. Cindy smiled back "Thanks, I think I've been sweating off some pounds. No one else seems to feel it, but I've been feeling hot lately." she said as she wiped some sweat from her brow. A few minutes later, Brian arrived to pick Cindy up and take her home. "Heyyyy Honey!" Cindy smiled wide and gave him a long hug. She then whispered something in his ear and giggled. While Cindy was in a flirty mood, Brian looked a little irritated to be touched. "Can we go now?" he asked bluntly. He looked like he hadn't slept in a while and his posture was slouchy. "Awww what's wrong? Are you still feeling weird?" Cindy asked concerned. "Naw... I'm fine. Let's just go." Brian said while yawning and took Cindy by the hand to lead her out to the car. Vanessa waited for the two to leave the room, before jumping up in celebration and pumping her fists "Oh my God, Oh my God, it's working!" she was elated and relieved. She then returned to Derek and immediately started feeling up his whole body. Derek was confused but allowed it. Derek always had a round flabby belly, but Vanessa felt a lot less fat. Vanessa's touching made Derek's cock stir in his shorts. He groaned as he grew too big, too fast. His shorts were too much of a constraint, so Vanessa fished him out. "Whoah... you weren't this big before, were you?" Vanessa asked as she gripped him. He was at least an inch or two longer and Vanessa cursed herself for not taking precise pre-exposure measurements. His thickness was impressive before, but now Vanessa had no hope of gripping around it with one hand. Next, Vanessa hefted one of Derek's cum heavy balls. She could feel quite a bit of weight. Vanessa couldn't help herself and started stroking the big black cock with both hands. She opened wide to take in the big head and used her tongue to lavish it with attention. "I want you to flirt with Cindy, nothing too overt." Vanessa said before taking a cocksucking break to attempt deep throating. Vanessa made a valiant effort, but she just ended up choking herself on his thickness. "Keep it somewhat innocent and let her make the first move." Vanessa stroked Derek and licked his balls "Then I want you to make her yours. Completely." Derek Grabbed Vanessa's head and shoved his cock as deep as possible. Vanessa's arms involuntarily flailed as Derek pushed against her throat. Derek gripped her head with both hands and face fucked her until she turned red. Derek groaned loudly as he unleashed a torrent of thick cum into the pregnant woman's whore mouth. Vanessa's eyes shot open as she felt the sheer volume. Her mouth filled up quickly and Vanessa's cheeks even bulged. She almost lost it all, but managed a big swallow before getting overwhelmed. Vanessa looked down and saw Derek's balls pulse with each powerful spurt of cum. She kept swallowing non-stop for about a minute. Derek's orgasm finally started to die down and Vanessa sucked the head lovingly. Her belly was pleasantly full and warm. "Now how do you feel?" Vanessa asked. "I've never cum that hard. I feel like DA SHIT!" Derek looked pumped and full of energy. "It will get even better; I want you to tell me about any changes you feel at all. Don't forget what I said about Cindy and most importantly... This is OUR secret." Vanessa emphasized. 2 WEEKS LATER Cindy was visibly on edge. Her skin had a reddish tint and she waved a small fan at herself to keep cool. Her body was shifting more to an hourglass shape that made it hard for Derek to be subtle with his flirtations. Cindy slammed doors a little harder and looked irritated with everything. Vanessa decided to play the concerned friend "Cindy, sweetie... Can I see you in my office?" Cindy nodded and followed. Vanessa pulled the chair behind her desk closer to Cindy's to make the meeting a little more intimate. "I wanted to see if you're ok" Vanessa asked as she held Cindy's hands. "I'm concerned about you, you come into work angry looking and I just wanted to give you a safe place to vent." Cindy opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but emotion shut her up momentarily. Her eyes welled up "I've been feeling better than ever lately, but it's Brian." Cindy cried. Vanessa held Cindy close "There, there sweetheart. I know all about man troubles. I've got one right here." Vanessa joked as she rubbed her big pregnant belly. Cindy laughed for a second and wiped her eyes. "Brian hasn't touched me in weeks... He doesn't seem to care about anything anymore. I don't think he finds me attractive." Cindy said before breaking down again. "And trust me... I tried. I've never wanted... it ... more in my life." Cindy blushed. "Well, he's a giant idiot for that. You're looking sooo good these days. You're going to have to give me your exercise plan for after I deliver this little guy." Vanessa smiled. "I haven't done anything different, maybe he likes me heavier. Ever since my body started slimming down, he's been looking depressed. He barely wants to get out of bed." Cindy confided. "Maybe he should get some help. I'm glad we had this chat. Derek has been very concerned about you recently." Vanessa watched Cindy's demeanor perk up a little at the mention of Derek. "He talked about me?" Cindy blushed and played with her hair a little "He's been so sweet lately." "He can be rough around the edges, but he's a good man. Kind of the opposite of Brian." Vanessa joked. "You let me know if you need ANYTHING. I'm here for you." Vanessa stood up and gave Cindy another hug before sending her back out. She then wrote some notes down. 'The heat she's feeling is the only unintended consequence, but may be a side effect to her boost in fertility. The changes coming from the virus should be at about the halfway point.' Vanessa wrote down. 1 WEEK LATER Derek invited Vanessa out to show her how well he's been doing in the clubs. It was a great opportunity to do some research in 'the field'. As Derek escorted Vanessa to a closed off VIP section of the club, she couldn't help but feel up Derek's new toned arms. He still had a round belly, but it had slimmed down and Vanessa knew his body weight was replaced by muscle. He even smelled fantastic. It was musky, but not an overpowering scent that just screamed 'Masculine'. Derek had to shut his phone off, because it kept ringing. "All my booty calls and baby mamas won't give me a second. Even the ones that hated my black ass. I went to go check up on them and they all seemed to need a second helping, ya know what I'm sayin'." Derek laughed. Vanessa cuddled in close "I have to admit, if I weren't already black bred," Vanessa led his fingers to her sopping wet pussy "I'd let you plant another nigga in me." She smiled and kissed him tenderly. "Now I want to see you go hunting. Bring back a lively one." Vanessa gave him a playful tap on the ass as he left for the dance floor. Vanessa watched as Derek danced near a cute blonde in her early 20's. He danced near her and her boyfriend and after a few minutes, simply slid in between them. Derek's hand slid to the small of her back and pulled her close. The girl looked confused and looked for her boyfriend, but didn't stop dancing. Over Derek's shoulder, her white boyfriend looked flabbergasted and just stood there with his hands on his hips. It looked like he expected Derek to get embarrassed and hand her back, but Derek just kept dancing. The girl kept looking at her boyfriend, who looked too scared to confront Derek. Meanwhile, Derek's musky scent got past her nostrils and it only got stronger as he sweat. The girl gave Derek's arms a little squeeze and was surprised such a big guy had such nice muscle tone. Meanwhile, the boyfriend spent a good 10 minutes standing there and looking uncomfortable. Then he attempted to play it off like it was normal to dance with everyone and made a weak attempt to dance with another girl. That other girl seemed irritated to get his attention and just turned away from him. Derek saw jealousy on her face as she saw her boyfriend try to dance with someone else "What's your name, Baby Mama?" Derek asked. "Ashley" She responded. For a little revenge, Ashley started to grind on Derek as her boyfriend snuck a glance back at her. "Your man didn't seem like he could handle all dis." Derek said as he ran a hand up and down her side. Ashley blushed "Maybe he can't if he can't even stand up for me." Her comment aimed at her lost and confused boyfriend. When her boyfriend looked at her again, she looked him dead in the eye and ground her hips on Derek again. Only this time she felt his huge bulge straining to get free. "Whoa..." Ashley let slip. She bit her lower lip and gave Derek a good look up and down. Derek pulled a $20 bill out of his pocket and handed it to Ashley's boyfriend. "That was a nice dance, why don't you buy yourself and your girl a drink on me and I'll let you get back to it." Ashley's boyfriend saw it as an olive branch "Ummm, sure... Thanks." He took the money and went to the very busy bar. Derek then turned to Ashley "Watch him scurry off and leave you here with me. TSK TSK TSK." Derek smiled mischievously. "I got bottle service at the VIP section. You can come with me or wait for his bitch ass to come back." Ashley hesitated for a moment. She saw her boyfriend struggling to get his order in at the bar, while a strong, confident man wanted to take her away. She blushed and let Derek take her by the hand. Meanwhile, back at the VIP section, Michelle showed up to keep Vanessa company. "Wow, looks like Derek snagged a cute one pretty quick." Michelle smiled and nibbled on Vanessa's ear. Michelle was thankful for a night off from a house of screaming kids. "I promised you a show, didn't I?" Vanessa giggled. Ashley looked tiny compared to Derek. She stood 5'4'', had long blonde hair with pink highlights and her D cup breasts looked even larger on her small frame. Derek brought her over to the private table and introduced her to Vanessa and Michelle. Michelle twisted the truth "Hello Ashley, Derek is a great guy. He really came through for my partner and I. He didn't ask anything in return." She kissed Vanessa sweetly and rubbed her pregnant belly. "Ohh.. I guess you all must be celebrating." Ashley remarked. An employee of the club mixed drinks for everyone, except for Vanessa. Vanessa had to toast with orange juice. Derek felt Ashley's hand on his thigh. He could tell her curiosity was getting the best of her. The other three drained their bottle of vodka and polite conversation slowly turned to a fiery make out session between Vanessa and Michelle. Derek and Ashley soon followed suit. Derek pulled the girl on his lap and she gasped when she felt the huge bulge. She got so wet grinding her pussy against Derek that she just blurted out "Do you live close??" Ashley kissed his neck and kept riding Derek through his pants. The four got up and left the club. Vanessa snickered as she saw Ashley's boyfriend still looking for Ashley. He still held the girly drink he got for her. Vanessa drove everyone to Derek's house. Derek kept Ashley hot and bothered until he could lead her to his bedroom. He purposefully left the doors open behind him. The two quickly shed their clothes and Ashley slowly slipped Derek's straining underwear down. The girl covered her mouth in shock as she saw the huge angry looking black cock. Derek decided to spread her legs and eat out the eager little blonde. Ashley moaned and gripped the sheets as her overly excited body responded to Derek's tongue. After a while, Ashley realized that Derek was teasing her, getting her hotter and hotter, but denying her release. Vanessa and Michelle showed up in the doorway. Vanessa wore a purple teddy that thinly veiled her big pregnant tummy, while Michelle wore a lacy blue bra and matching thong. "There aren't any other good beds in this place. Can we stay here with you?" Vanessa asked. Derek never stopped his assault on Ashley's pussy. Ashley was in no position to think about anything rationally and said "Fuck it! Come in." she groaned. Vanessa leaned in and kissed Ashley's cheek "Thank you... Trust me, he's amazing." Vanessa purred and kissed Ashley on the mouth. Derek finally stopped and smacked Ashley's pussy with his big black club. Ashley's whole body jolted and the girl looked straight up. Vanessa and Michelle watched the magical moment together. Nothing was sweeter to see than a fresh white bitch getting blacked for the first time. Derek slowly pushed his cock into the quivering girl. Ashley's mouth was wide open and her eyes clenched shut. Inch by Inch, Derek stretched the small girl out with his thickness, and then went way deeper than her boyfriend ever could "Holy fuckin' shit!" Ashley gasped as she was invaded. Vanessa and Michelle decided to suck Ashley's nipples at the same time. It turned out Ashley was very sensitive in the bust and having two mouths sucking her, while Derek sunk into her pussy, was too much to handle. Ashley exploded in the biggest orgasm of her life. Michelle smiled at Derek "How many of your friends can say they've had a blonde, redhead and brunette in their bed at the same time?" she snickered and kissed him. Derek really started to thrust into Ashley after Michelle stroked his ego. Vanessa watched Ashley closely as she got truly fucked for the first time. She didn't care how many white boys she had before, Ashley was losing her virginity right now. Vanessa watched as Derek tamed her with his cock, just like Tyrone tamed her. Vanessa turned Ashley's face towards her, looked her deep in the eyes and kissed her tenderly. Deep down, Vanessa knew she'd be a true sister and not just some random pussy. Then Vanessa stopped Derek and motioned for Ashley to get on her hands and knees. "Look at that mirror, sweetie." Ashley struggled to catch her breath and did what she was told. As she looked into the mirror, she saw the hulking Derek tower over her small white body. Her eyes bugged out and she gasped as Derek pushed himself back into where he belonged. Ashley shuddered as Derek spanked her ass HARD and pulled her pretty blonde hair back. Ashley felt like Derek took her from her weakling boyfriend. The thought of her being a prize turned her on and she screamed out in orgasm. Her rational mind never thought of the consequences of unprotected sex. All she knew was she wanted more, more, more. "God fucking damn it! Hit that baby, hit that!" she begged. Tyrone started thrusting much faster. His stamina was incredible and much better than before exposure to the virus. Tyrone jackhammered her for 5 minutes before sinking in DEEP and shooting his seed into the helpless little blonde slut. Derek filled her to overflowing and then pulled out to cover the twitching, blissful girl. Vanessa made sure to take a sample before lapping up the mess on Ashley's skin. Ashley's pussy gushed thick cum. The Black Power Virus Ch. 02 Vanessa straddled Ashley's mouth and lowered her dripping cunt down. She smiled and rubbed her belly as she forced Ashley to eat her out. "Derek just planted his seed in you. Without a doubt, you've got a big, strong, nigger growing inside of you. Just like me." Vanessa rode Ashley's mouth. "You're going to look just like this soon enough and you'll be proud of it. You belong to Derek now, so you're going to give up on your little white girl dreams, give up on landing a rich white hubby that will disappoint you. Instead, you're going to cook, clean and fuck like a good little girl." Vanessa got so turned on during her little speech that she came on Ashley's tongue and rolled over to catch her breath. Ashley had no idea what to say to that and just let it sink in. She watched Michelle straddle Derek and ride that huge black cock. Michelle looked much more experienced at taking monsters like that. Ashley soon felt Vanessa lapping up all the juices on Ashley's thighs. Ashley moaned as Vanessa slipped her tongue into the cream-filled blonde. "Mmmm do it baby, cum in me too. I need it soooo bad." Michelle whined. Derek put her on her back and lifted her legs up. Michelle's knees touched her face as Derek shoved in deep. Michelle's eyes rolled back in her head and Derek fucked her hard "That's right, put a proud African warrior in my belly and I'll make sure he grows up to fuck all the white bitches, just like his Pop". Ashley turned to Vanessa and started to suckle on her milk-filled tits. "Will you help me through it?" Ashley asked meekly as she suckled on Vanessa's tits. At that moment, Michelle screamed out. Derek groaned and shot another huge, potent load into a fertile white belly. Michelle felt the warmth fill her up. She liked to imagine Derek's billion strong army invading and gang fucking her defenseless white egg. Vanessa smiled at Ashley "Of course, we're all sticking together." Derek quickly pulled out of Michelle and gathered all three girl's faces to his spurting cock. He sprayed hot cum over all of them and made them clean and suck him off together. Watching the three distinct heads of hair servicing him was definitely one of the most erotic sights Derek had ever seen. Ashley looked up into Derek's eyes. She couldn't believe her mouth joined two others on the huge black cock and there was plenty of space to spare. She felt so small, while looking up at him. The warm load in her pussy felt right, as if her body was saying 'you did the right thing, you chose the strongest mate possible.' Ashley flashed a smile at Derek and decided to lick Michelle's cheek clean of cum and then kiss her. She then looked back up at him with devotion in her eyes. Ashley only saw her boyfriend one more time after that night. She eventually returned to the apartment that she and her boyfriend used to share to pack her things. She wore short shorts and a tight tank top that did nothing to cover up her small baby bump. Her boyfriend was relieved to see her, saw the bump and asked "Oh my god... Is it mine?!" Ashley just laughed in his face, picked up her box of belongings and walked away without a word. Her boyfriend sadly watched her walk away and noticed a 'BLACK ONLY' tattoo displayed openly on her lower back. About a week after the night at the club, Vanessa, Cindy and Derek were all working at the same time at the community center. Vanessa observed from a distance as Derek started to talk to Cindy. Cindy definitely grew into an hourglass figure now. Her ass and tits looked big firm and perky, while her waist narrowed. Her hair looked fuller and grew longer. Her skin cleared up and her lips plumped up slightly. Cindy moped around the snack room by herself, but perked up as soon as Derek walked in. "Hi Derek, how are things?" Derek continued to tone up. His large belly, once his defining characteristic, was virtually gone. "Things couldn't be better Mama. Especially checkin' you out. You're looking fine!" Derek rubbed her shoulders playfully "I just wish you'd smile more, what's troubling you? I haven't seen Brian around lately." Derek pretended to care. Derek wasn't the only one giving off pheromones. Cindy smelled fantastic and his dick twitched with anticipation. Cindy blushed "Oh stop it... I can't even get my boyfriend to touch me. You're the one looking great lately. You must have hit the gym hard." She held one of the hands rubbing her shoulder "It's been a whole month. Brian barely talks to me. He sits around watching TV and stuffing his face. He even slept through finals week. I don't know what's gotten into him." Derek could tell that Cindy's sadness over Brian was outweighed by the fun she had flirting with Derek. Cindy stood up and faced Derek "You've been so good to me." She said and gave Derek a hug. The hug lingered and Cindy stroked up and down his strong arms. "Do you have a girl being a zombie and ignoring you at home?" Cindy joked nervously. Derek kept the hug going and the two swayed a little as they held each other "Can't say I've got one of those. Does a sexy live-in maid count?" Derek pretended to joke. Cindy chuckled and playfully smacked Derek's shoulder. "Your man straight up got some problems, but there ain't nothing wrong with you" Derek reassured her. Cindy looked like she was about to cry, but instead leaned in and kissed Derek. Derek put his hands on her hips, returned the kiss and felt Cindy's tongue eagerly slide into his mouth. The two felt like they've been drawn together, which is absolutely true, but not at all by fate. Cindy's heart raced and her eyes closed as she melted into the kiss. Brian never made her feel this way, not even when he proposed. Cindy's newly sensitive breasts pressed into Derek's hard chest, which elicited a moan into Derek's mouth. A month of sexual neglect with her enhanced sex drive has been driving Cindy crazy. Sexy outfits, kinky toys, talking dirty... No matter how many times Cindy tried to reignite her sex life with Brian, he just didn't seem to care. The virus had put her body into heat and there was only one thing that could help. When the kiss broke, Derek feigned concern "But... What about Brian?" Derek asked. "Oh, Fuck that little faggot!" Cindy practically screamed. Both Cindy and Derek were taken aback by the intensity of her outburst. Cindy took a moment to take a deep breath "I meant, Brian had his chance. I can't deal with him anymore and I'll strangle him if I don't get fucked soon!" Cindy tried to stay calm, but couldn't stop the anger and frustration of the month from bubbling up to the surface. Derek took her by the hands "Ok, relax. I understand. Let's take this conversation to the back room. We don't want you scaring the young'uns" Derek snickered. Cindy was a little embarrassed and simply allowed Derek to lead her away. Once the couple closed the door to the storage room, Cindy attacked Derek. He was almost thrown off balance as Cindy shoved Derek against a shelf. As they made out, Cindy raised her leg along Derek's side. Derek slid his hand up the leg and over her nice juicy ass. Cindy felt Derek's bulge and spouted "Oh Thank God!" Derek's hand wandered into Cindy's panties and he was astonished at the heat emanating from her pussy. The back storage room had some gym mats, so Derek broke the kiss, turned her around, spanked her ass and shoved her towards the mats. "Girl, you past ready. Now strip." Cindy couldn't get her clothes off fast enough and kneeled on the mats. Derek also undressed but kept his underwear on. Cindy just stared slack jawed at the sight. Derek wore really tight underwear to keep his cock in place in public. However his cock was clearly rebelling against its confines. Derek's cock strained so hard against his underwear that the fabric began to stretch. All of a sudden, Derek grunted and his huge cock burst through. For a moment, Cindy got a little scared, but she could not take her eyes off the massive shaft. Huge veins pumped blood into the monster and made it pulse with Derek's heartbeat. Derek removed the shredded underwear and moved down with Cindy. He explored her curves and teased her soaked pussy with the head of his cock. He gave her right tit a strong squeeze and Cindy gasped loudly. Cindy looked down at the huge glistening head of his cock. Her juices provided plenty of lubrication and his touch made her tremble. "You want me to beg, don't you?? Is that it?" Cindy gritted her teeth. A fire ignited in her eyes "Fuck me... Fuck me right God damned now! I need you to shove that monster into ..." Derek cut Cindy off by shoving most of his cock into the frantic woman in one strong thrust. Her entire body immediately shook and she gripped both of her own extremely sensitive tits. "FUCK!" Cindy screamed and squirted all over Derek in the greatest orgasm of her life. Derek gripped her hips and pushed deeper. He still had a third of his cock to bury. Vanessa's words began to ring in his head "I want you to make her yours. Completely." Cindy squirmed as she got stretched to her limit, while still recovering from the huge orgasm. Derek had never felt such an inferno of a pussy. Cindy's body was close to fulfilling its ultimate purpose after a solid month of aching. Cindy's body took over her sex addled mind "Please cum in me..." she whimpered. Derek gave her face a little smack "What do you want, bitch?" Derek started to plow Cindy faster. "Please cum in me. I want your cum inside me, just pump it in" Cindy whimpered. Derek gave her another quick smack to the face "Bitches don't demand shit!" A deep, primal hunger took Cindy over. Her hips started to rise and hump back at Derek "I'll be your fucking bitch! I'll do what you want, when you want. I'll be your dumb, slutty white bitch, just please cum in me!" Cindy cried in frustration. Derek spread Cindy's legs wider and started to pound her into submission. Each thrust hit Cindy with a hard 'THUD', caused her big, firm tits to wobble and forced a grunt from the depraved girl. He gripped and pulled her hair, twisted her left nipple and buried himself all the way in to unload his huge black balls into his newest submissive bitch. Cindy's sapphire blue eyes opened wide and her pupils dilated dramatically. Her body felt the hot cum shoot inside and rewarded Cindy's completed mating with a violently powerful orgasm. Some of the teens in the community center heard Cindy's scream, but no one knew where it came from. Cindy's pussy clamped down snuggly on Derek's cock and refused to waste any of his precious seed. She was covered in sweat and just laid there exhausted. Cindy never graduated. She packed her things and left her engagement ring in front of her disinterested ex-fiancée. She inevitably abandoned her old life. Cindy knocked on the door to Derek's home for the first time, intending to move in without even seeing the place. Ashley answered the door wearing nothing but a garter belt, maid's cap and 'NIGGA LOVA' collar "Welcome home, ma'am." Ashley said with a smile. Cindy hesitated for a moment, but entered the home none the less. She made her last choice as a free and independent woman to forsake freedom and sealed her fate. Without being told, Cindy stripped. Her curves flared and swayed as she walked naked to her new master. Derek stood naked and the instrument of her enslavement stood proudly erect. Cindy kneeled. Derek attached a 'QUEEN BITCH' collar around her neck. Cindy looked up, opened her mouth and proceeded to begin her life of servitude. 9 MONTHS LATER Cindy screamed on the delivery table. The news of triplets both scared her and made her excited to be so productive for her beloved owner. The first child came and it was a strong, healthy black boy. Cindy looked at him with pride and smiled before pushing again. This time the doctor looked confused. Cindy's heart dropped and hoped nothing was wrong. She had no choice but to push some more. The doctor pulled another baby out "It's a girl." The doctor said and held her up. Cindy thought she was hallucinating when she saw the girl and didn't have time to think about it before pushing out the last baby. As the last baby came out, Cindy passed out. She awoke later on, surrounded by Ashley, Michelle (who both delivered their own children by Derek within the last two weeks), Tyrone, Mr. Jackson, Derek and Vanessa. Cindy sat up "Oh my God... how are they?" Vanessa approached Cindy "They are perfectly healthy, don't worry. You have a son and two daughters." The nurses brought all three babies to Cindy. Cindy's jaw dropped when she saw one black boy and two white girls. Cindy was dumbstruck and as clueless as the doctors. Vanessa and Derek threatened to sue the hospital if the news of this case hit the press and their privacy was to be respected. Vanessa reviewed the hidden camera footage of Derek and Cindy's first fuck as she finalized her notes. The beta test was a complete success. Her biggest concern was the virus's ability to deliver different effects based on race and gender, but it worked perfectly. She couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Brian. The virus merely made white men lethargic. It was admittedly a dirty move, but since when did the white man fight clean? Both Cindy and Derek experienced physical changes, a spike in their sex drive and increased fertility. Cindy going into heat was the only unintended consequence, but Vanessa didn't consider that much of a problem. Her greatest achievement was Cindy's dual race delivery. The virus made sure that any offspring would inherit the traits of their parent of the same sex. Vanessa thought it was unfair for this generation to be the only one to experience the joy of conquest over the white woman. She was not interested in an all-black future. If she had anything to say about it, the black man will seduce, fuck and enslave white women forever. The beta test is complete. Now Vanessa just had to work on her final product and unleash it on the World. The Black Power Virus Ch. 03 DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist. ***** CHAPTER 3: OUTBREAK Vanessa decided to play the long game. Instead of releasing a stronger form of her prototype, Vanessa decided to fine tune her virus to target different groups with different attributes. She built an organism that would mutate and resist attempts at treatment. At the same time, she focused more on her legitimate career. As she grew older, her sex life took a backseat to winning awards and the respect of other experts in her field. Vanessa bided her time for 20 years, until she was good and ready. 24 HOURS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE Ashley spent two days preparing for Vanessa's dinner party. Her master Derek was generous enough to let Vanessa borrow her. Ashley absent-mindedly thought about how her life would have turned out, if she hadn't walked away with Derek all those years ago. She probably would have gotten her degree, married a normal white guy, had normal bratty white kids and lived a normal, empty life. Despite the slowing of their mind-blowing sex lives, Ashley still felt a great purpose in serving. Cindy took some time to adjust to having another woman in the house and even longer to adjust to Derek's string of other women, but eventually Cindy bonded with the servant girl. Ashley always reminded Cindy that she was Derek's bottom bitch. Ashley had become quite the cook and was often used for special occasions. The word 'used' stuck in her mind and she felt a twinge of excitement and self-satisfaction. The guests began to arrive. Vanessa's youngest son Terrell showed up with Cindy's eldest daughters, Sandra and Cassandra. The twin white girls confounded everyone when they were born with their black brother Rashad and Terrell was intrigued by the oddity. Terrell strolled in with a 20 year-old, blonde twin under each arm. "Hello Nanny!" The twins said in unison. The twins rushed to Ashley and gave her a big hug. Cassandra shot a smile at Terrell "You better hug her too. Nanny here taught us everything we know about a white girl's place in the World." "Ev..ery..thing." Sandra emphasized. Next Cindy and Derek showed up and Ashley immediately rushed to take their coats "Welcome Sir, Ma'am." Derek gave Ashley a swift smack on the ass as she passed with the coats and the twins giggled. Derek looked at Terrell "How you doin' son? My girls giving you any trouble?" he asked and shook Terrell's hand. Terrell looked at both beautiful blondes "Hmmm... I don't know, sir. I guess they can be a HANDFUL!" As he said 'handful' Terrell grabbed both girl's asses and made them laugh and hit his shoulders playfully. Cindy walked in and gave both her daughters hugs. The twins could barely recognize their mother without a huge baby bump. Sandra looked at her mom with a mischievous grin "Hey Mom, which one of us should be like you and which one should be the Nanny? I'm thinking Cassie here should be the maid and I can have all of Terrell's babies." Sandra stuck her tongue out at her sister. Cassandra shot back "Na uh! Mom! Tell Sandra she's gotta be the servant! And I'll have Terrell's babies" She hugged Terrell possessively. Cindy played referee "Girls, Girls, How do you think you're making Ashley feel?" Both girls looked embarrassed and muttered apologies to Ashley. "And besides, decisions like these aren't up to you. It's up to Terrell." Cindy told them matter of fact. At that moment, Vanessa, Tyrone and Michelle walked in and everyone hugged and greeted each other. The big family sat together and ate Ashley's delicious feast. It was a fairly ordinary dinner party with old friends catching up and recalling the good old days, until Terrell spoke up "Everyone, I'd like to make an announcement." He got up and moved behind Sandra and Cassandra. "I've decided to make things official. I want both of you to be mine." Terrell gave each of them a black leather collar. The twins got up and hugged and kissed each other, then Terrell. Terrell put a 'SANDY' collar on Sandra and a 'CANDY' collar on Cassandra. "I wanted to thank your father too for giving me permission. I appreciate it, Sir" Terrell gave Derek a firm handshake. "Also, neither one of you will be a servant. We can get one later" Terrell snickered. Candy rubbed Terrell's big bulge through his pants "Mmmm baby, you shouldn't have any trouble makin' a bitch submit." she giggled. Vanessa looked around the table at Ashley, Cindy and Michelle; The worker, breeder and pleasure slave archetypes of the future. She then decided to stand "Terrell, I'm so proud of you. You've made your momma proud by snatching up these two and you deserve as many white girls as you want. My announcement might actually help with that." Everyone at the table started listening. Most of them expected a retirement announcement. "I think we all understand that our family isn't exactly 'typical'. I believe we've uncovered an undeniable truth. Women are much happier submitting completely and black men are the only ones equipped to make us. We talked a lot about the good old days tonight, when we used to be like these three. I've made something that can actually help you relive the glory days and it will help others experience what we've discovered." Vanessa pulled out a bottle of pills. "I don't want to go into details, it would ruin the surprise. I ask you all to trust me and take one of these pills before bed tonight." Vanessa poured some blue pills onto the table. Everyone at the table hesitated for a moment as they processed what Vanessa said. Derek reached for a pill. "If I know anything... It's to trust Vanessa when she asks you to do weird stuff. It always pays off eventually." One by one, everyone decided to grab a pill. Vanessa thanked everyone and brought out several envelopes. "As a thank you, I organized vacations for everyone." Vanessa announced. The whole table applauded as she revealed different vacation packages for different groups. Terrell, Sandy and Candy all received a 'honeymoon' to Jamaica and Brazil. Tyrone and Michelle received a vacation to South Africa and Asia. Derek, Cindy and Ashley got a vacation to Europe. Once the dinner party ended and everyone went home, Vanessa sighed and brought out a syringe. She gave herself a vaccine to her own virus. 'I can't join the fun just yet.' She thought to herself 'I still have work to do.' Later that evening, Derek stood in front of the mirror. He looked at what the last 20 years has done to his face, hair and body. He was on top of the World in his youth, thanks in big part to Vanessa. He took the pill with a glass of water and went to the bedroom. "Did y'all take your pill?" Derek asked Cindy and Ashley as they got ready for bed. "Sweetie, Vanessa is obviously a little nutty. I have no idea what's in this and..." Cindy started saying before getting interrupted. "Bitch, just take the pill!" Derek snapped It's been so long since Derek felt the need to discipline or talk down to Cindy or Ashley. "Yes, sir." Cindy said meekly. She hated disappointing her man. Ashley and Cindy both took their pills together and the three got into bed together. After about 20 minutes, all three began to sweat, overheat and eventually passed out. Derek woke up first and felt like he's been hit by a truck. Groggily, he got up and walked to the bathroom to get some headache medication. He brushed his teeth, but felt an odd, yet familiar presence in the room. He didn't see anything, finished brushing his teeth and shut the medicine cabinet. He looked into the mirror and saw himself, except he looked to be about 22. Derek kept looking into the mirror in shock. He was surprised to feel abs and saw that his body was in the best shape of his life. Derek got so excited that he ran back to the bedroom and threw the covers off the bed. Cindy and Ashley groaned from the rude awakening and buried their faces in their pillows. Derek burst out laughing. The two girls were also young again, but still wearing their old lady nightgowns. Cindy felt her boobs up. "My tits are smaller... and way firmer." She said while looking puzzled. Then she looked at Ashley "Holy shit!" Ashley woke up "What is everyone yelling about? Oh my God, Cindy, You look incredible!" Ashley and Cindy decided to run to a mirror and the two screamed, kissed and celebrated. When they emerged from the bathroom, the two were stunned silent. Derek stood there naked and hard as a rock. Both girls' jaws dropped when they saw it. The huge thing bobbed in the air and was bigger than they ever remembered it. His balls looked like they were about to burst. It looked like an angry predator and Ashley/Cindy were the prey. Cindy was first to step forward. The weight gained and stretch marks from all those pregnancies just melted away. Her body slimmed down, but she still had delicious curves on her hourglass body. She approached Derek and kissed him deeply. The two felt the same as they did during their first time in the supply closet of the community center. The only difference is that Cindy wasn't frustrated and madly in heat. Ashley stood there and didn't want to ruin their moment. She started moving out of the room when Cindy stopped her. "Get over here. Do you think I can handle all this by myself?!" Ashley rushed back "Yes, Ma'am!" Cindy gave Ashley a kiss "You're part of the family too, don't forget it." ... Meanwhile, Michelle was receiving the best pounding she's had in 20 years. Tyrone gripped her chestnut-colored hair and pulled back while his newly rejuvenated body slammed into Michelle's. Michelle's eyes rolled back in her head with every hard thrust. Tyrone was now too big to fit completely into Michelle, but that didn't stop him from trying. Michelle convulsed on his big black cock and almost passed out, but Tyrone smacked her face and she snapped out of it. "I ain't fuckin' done, slut!" Tyrone growled. The mellow older man was gone. Replaced by the burning need to fuck and dominate white sluts that defined him in his youth. Michelle's cheek turned red "I'm sorry, Daddy." Michelle mumbled in a dreamy tone. "Damn right you're sorry. You're a sorry piece of white trash that needs a good nigga fuckin'!" Tyrone pushed his wet cock into Michelle's ass and she yelled out. Not only did Michelle become younger, but her tits grew and defied gravity. She also developed a bigger and firmer ass. Unfortunately, Michelle's new ghetto booty also felt virgin, so Tyrone had to break it in all over again. Tyrone always loved the skin contrast, but watching his perfect, huge black cock disappear into Michelle's beautiful, juicy, white ass took it to another level. ... Mrs. Susan Peterson knocked on her neighbors' front door. The 40 year old housewife didn't want to disturb anyone, but she couldn't take the constant noise anymore. After 5 hours of moaning and screaming, the housewife couldn't take it anymore. She was angry about the noise, but she had to admit to herself that she was impressed that people could fuck that strong for so long. Her husband sure couldn't pull that off. Either Sandra or Cassandra answered the door (Mrs. Peterson could never tell). The blonde was clearly out of breath and her hair was disheveled. Her face was red, and slightly sprayed with cum. She wore a clingy, silk, pink bathrobe. Mrs. Peterson could tell immediately that she had a boost in the bust and suspected she had a boob job. "Hi, Mrs. Peterson... What can I help you with?" she asked. Mrs. Peterson hesitated for a second to look at the sweaty mess of a girl "Umm.. Yes, I'm right next door and there is a lot of noise coming from this apartment. I can barely hear myself think." The blonde giggled dumbly "I'm sorry Mrs. Peterson, we've been celebrating. We'll try to..." she explained before her boyfriend interrupted. "Hey?! Who dat bitch at the door?!" Terrell barked from across the room. Mrs. Peterson gasped from the rude outburst and looked over the blonde's shoulder to see who she'd be yelling at. When she saw Terrell, she gasped for a whole different reason. Mrs. Peterson had never been attracted to black men, but Terrell stood there sweaty and naked. He looked like an Adonis and his hard cock stood tall and proud. Mrs. Peterson tore her eyes away "I'm sorry for interrupting, please try to keep it down." She said quickly. The blonde smiled at Mrs. Peterson and gave her a hug and cheek to cheek kisses "We'll try our best." she said before closing the door. Mrs. Peterson went back to her home. She felt something on her cheeks and realized the little slut got cum on her. She wiped it off with her fingers. Little did Mrs. Peterson know, but standing in that doorway and breathing the same air made her 'Patient 0'. She was the very first person infected by one of Vanessa's 'delivery systems'. The short physical contact would speed up the virus's infection process. Biologically, the changes would take time, but the sight of Terrell reaped a much quicker reaction. Mrs. Peterson sniffed the thick fluid on her fingers, looked conspiratorially over her shoulder and gave her fingers a small lick before returning home. Back next door, Terrell opened up the vacation envelope. Inside, it had tickets, an itinerary, lists of popular places to go and a note. "Damn... Mom never met an indirect flight she didn't like." Terrell remarked as he read the flight itinerary. They had to stop at a dozen different airports over the course of their trip. He then read the note "Have fun sweetie. Make sure to make as much physical contact as possible and stay in crowded areas as long as possible. Fuck and breed as much as you want, this World is yours. Love Mom." The note smelled perfumed and the twins got a kick out of the pleasant scent. Immediately after sniffing the note, Sandy felt different. She started cleaning up when she suddenly felt flush with heat. She had to hold onto something as she almost lost her balance. She could hear Candy moaning in the other room. Sandy was horny earlier, but this heat started a fire inside her. Her body screamed for sex. "Fuck... Maybe this is what Momma went through." Sandy groaned. Candy walked into the room "Terrell... I think we need you!" she yelled urgently and dropped to her knees. Terrell sauntered in and saw the twins looking desperate. Derek had told him about Cindy going into heat. It was the same thing, except Cindy had a long slow build-up. The twins got struck suddenly and hard. Terrell decided to sit on the couch and rub his cock "Put on a show for me." He smiled evilly. The two girls started to sweat. Their bodies needed to be seeded so bad they could scream. Candy watched slack-jawed as Terrell got himself hard. From the floor, his big black cock towered over the two of them. He was a good 10 inches yesterday, but now he was a pussy-taming 14 inches. His balls were huge and demanded regular draining from dumb sluts like her. Candy was hypnotized by his cock and knew that her body needed to bear his young. He was the perfect mate. Sandy then pounced on Candy, while she was distracted with her worshipful gaze. She got on top and pressed her newly developed E cup tits into her sister's identical pair. Sandy leaned in and shoved her tongue down her sister's throat. Candy moaned when she felt Sandy's fingers push into her red hot pussy. Candy arched her back and returned Sandy's kiss. The twins made out for a while and Candy decided to get into a 69 position. Each reacted the same to being eaten out. Both wrapped their legs around the other's head. Candy slid her tongue deep and thought Sandy tasted even better than before taking the pill. Terrell enjoyed the depraved show, but he felt jerking on his own cock was beneath him. "I really need a servant bitch for when I watch you too." Terrell lamented "That's enough, now crawl over here and suck on this nigga dick." He demanded. Both girls stopped slurping each other's cute pink pussies, and looked at their master with a fiery hunger. Both girls looked directly into his eyes and slowly crawled towards him. As they approached his balls, they both slowly opened their mouths and sucked on one. The two remained symmetrical as they each lapped and sucked their respective sides. The mirror image moved up Terrell's cock until they reached the head. The twins kissed and broke their symmetry to take turns greedily swallowing black cock. Anytime one of them tried to change positions to get fucked, Terrell would deliver a harsh spank. Despite the punishment, both girls kept trying. Being so close to the object of their obsession was torture. The twins struggled to obey Terrell with such a powerful heat burning inside of them. The twins sandwiched Terrell's cock in between their 2 sets of E cup tits. They started alternating talking dirty and slurping on the head. "We need your perfect black cum in our inferior white bodies." Candy purred before dipping her head down and worshipping Terrell's cock head with her mouth and tongue. Sandy's head rose "You claimed us as yours, but we need you to claim us from the inside." "We need you to use us to spread your perfect, powerful black seed." Candy said with a smile and a lick. "If we have a strong black boy, he'll conquer white bitches just like his Daddy." Sandy promised in a firm tone. "If we have white girls, we'll train them to obey and submit." Candy cooed softly. In unison, the twins begged "Please knock us up!" The two girls looked up in complete desperation. Terrell looked down on his two worshippers. He grabbed Sandy by the hips and positioned her over his huge staff. Slowly but forcefully, he forced her down. Sandy's juices ran down his cock as her body lowered. Terrell was entering a small, tight, wet oven. Terrell loved the feeling and didn't stop forcing her down until he was fully buried. Sandy groaned as he stretched her out. She gritted her teeth and squinted as he forced her to adjust to his new size. Sandy muttered to herself "Oh my god... Too big.. Too big..." Terrell then threw her off his cock and grabbed Candy "If you can't take it, maybe your slut sister can!" Terrell moved Candy into a reverse cowgirl position and forced her down on his big black cock. Sandy felt like she could cry "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to complain." The girl got on her knees and decided to lick where Terrell's cock and Candy's pussy met. Terrell held Candy by the hips and bounced the screaming girl on his lap. Every now and then he'd spank her ass and yank her hair back. Eventually, Terrell twisted her legs around so that Candy would face him. She put her hands on his chest to try and resist getting impaled any more. Terrell then hooked his arms under her knees and stood up. Candy hooked her arms around his neck and cried out as Terrell fucked her in mid-air. He then walked over to the bedroom, pulled Candy off his cock and threw her onto the bed like a ragdoll. Sandy followed Terrell demurely as he walked with her sister impaled on him. Once he tossed Candy off, Terrell grabbed Sandy and bent her over. "Ohhhh Jesus, Fuck!" Sandy groaned as Terrell filled her up all over again. Candy got on her hands and knees next to her sister and wagged her butt enticingly. "That's right baby, hit that shit!" she egged him on "Please knock us up with the same load. Most men can't, but you're not most men." The twins stayed on their hands and knees on the bed, while Terrell alternated fucking them doggy style. He eventually managed to bury himself completely in each girl. Each thrust brought on a small splash of pussy juice. He didn't even know who he came in first. Terrell grabbed a pair of hips, thrust all the way in and silently groaned as he dumped his life giving seed. After about 30 seconds, he quickly pulled out and pushed into the next twin and shot her full of thick, black cum. The trio soon collapsed and fell asleep together. Both girls oozed cum and the heat inside finally subsided. No one remembers who got seeded first, which pleased the girls. They went through everything together. The Black Power Virus Ch. 03 2 WEEKS LATER Vanessa stopped by to bid Derek, Ashley and Cindy farewell before their month long vacation. The 55 year old woman was pleased to see that Ashley didn't look a day older than 22, and felt jealous that she couldn't do the same. It would raise too many questions. Vanessa could see the vigor of youth in Ashley as she happily greeted her old friend. Ashley couldn't be happier to relive her hyper-sexualized youth. Derek was out and Cindy was packing a bag for their trip. Vanessa entered Cindy's bedroom and tension was heavy in the air. "So I guess it's not a coincidence that you can do these things to the human body and I met Derek, while working under you." Cindy pointed out. She wasn't sure if she should be outraged or thankful. Either way, she felt violated. "Are you sorry that I did? I knew Derek was a good man and you two would be perfect for each other. I didn't ask permission, because you wouldn't have given it." Vanessa explained calmly. "My whole life was manipulated." Cindy grumbled. "Well, you can't say I stole your youth from you. You're free to leave at any time. I doubt Derek chained you to the walls for the last 20 years. Look me in the eyes and say you regretted it." Vanessa demanded. Cindy made eye contact for about a second before lowering her gaze "I can't say that. It's been better than I could have imagined and now I get to do it all over again... I forgive you." Vanessa gave Cindy a hug "I'm sorry for my methods, but not for the results. You have a dozen beautiful children and we'll share grandkids very soon. I saw to it that my Terrell would get the job done before going on vacation. I'm glad we're burying the hatchet." Vanessa pulled out a bottle of pills "I'm giving you a chance to be the most biologically successful woman on the planet. I want all your kids to feel the way that you do. Give one of these to each one of them and they'll be ahead of the curve on what's going to happen. What I gave you is a virus and these pills contain a very pure form of it. These pills don't just improve your own body, but make you an incubator. Everyone who breathes the same air, everyone you touch and especially everyone you fuck will get a taste of what you've undergone. It's true, I used you as a guinea pig, but now it's your turn to change lives for the better." Vanessa handed her the bottle along with a small aerosol spray bottle. "Just like your first time, you'll naturally go into heat at certain times. It will happen no matter what, but if you breathe in that spray, you can trigger it. At least you can try to plan for it this time." Cindy just sat there processing all the information. She looked at the aerosol bottle and blushed "I have to say, I'm a little conflicted. I loved being Derek's broodmare, but was also looking forward to a break." Vanessa got up to leave "It's up to you sweetie, have a fun trip." She smiled and kissed Cindy on the cheek before leaving. Cindy sat on her bed thinking for a minute. "Ashley! When does Derek come home!" she yelled. Ashley rushed to the doorway "About 20 minutes ma'am." An evil grin formed on Cindy's face "Ashley, what do you think of this perfume Vanessa got me?" she asked as she sprayed the aerosol bottle into the air. 3 DAYS LATER 5 hours into an 11 hour flight, Tyrone sat impatiently in the plane to South Korea. He was happy to go on a trip with Michelle, but he also thought he got the short end of the stick compared to the others. He didn't understand why Vanessa would send him to Asia. "Anyeung." The cute stewardess said to get Tyrone's attention "Something to drink?" she asked. Michelle got an orange juice and Tyrone ordered a rum and coke. Tyrone gave her a wink and the stewardess flashed him a warm smile. Michelle leaned towards Tyrone "You know it's their job to look friendly, right?" Tyrone snickered "I can tell the difference." "I heard they only hire good looking girls for these jobs. They totally discriminate." Michelle said. All the stewardesses wore form fitting blue uniforms, similar to what American stewardesses wore before political correctness de-sexualized the industry. The stewardess came back with Michelle's orange juice. Despite her small frame, the stewardess had surprisingly big tits that looked like they could spill out of her uniform jacket. The petite woman had to get on her tippy toes and reach over Tyrone to hand Michelle her juice. "Shille hapnida." The girl said in her cute squeaky voice as she handed Michelle her drink. Her tits came less than an inch from Tyrone's face. She had a naughty little smile on "10 minutes for drink." She informed Tyrone before scurrying away. "I guess not all discrimination is bad." Tyrone joked. "Is it me, or did she have one more button undone that time?" Michelle rolled her eyes "I have to admit, I noticed it too." Tyrone looked back and forth. They were in the back row and there were only a few sleeping old people within eye shot. Tyrone unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He looked Michelle in the eye "Suck it" he demanded. Michelle looked back and forth "Are you nuts? We'll get..." Michelle got interrupted by Tyrone's hand on the back of her head. He forced her mouth down on him. She didn't want to make a scene, so Michelle reluctantly did as she was told. Tyrone whispered "Don't stop unless I tell you." Tyrone waited and enjoyed Michelle's mouth. He forced himself down her throat and held her there almost long enough to make her gag. The stewardess came back with Tyrone's rum and coke. Her smile slowly drained as she saw what Michelle and Tyrone were doing. She watched the white girl bob up and down on his huge, glistening black cock. She couldn't believe the size and just stared like a deer in the headlights. She dropped Tyrone's drink and woke up from her shocked stupor. She was so embarrassed that she went inside the nearby bathroom. Tyrone noticed that she didn't lock the door. He smiled, tucked his cock into his pants and followed her. Michelle crossed her fingers and hoped to not hear a scream. Tyrone entered the tiny airplane bathroom and locked the door behind him. The already rattled stewardess's eyes opened wide and had no idea what to say. All of her English flew out the window. The man towered over her and her lips trembled. "What's your name?" Tyrone asked as he unbuttoned her uniform jacket. "Kim Min Sook." The girl responded softly. She felt like she was in a dream and had no control over what was happening. She got a thrill from teasing the large black man, but never thought anything would happen. "I'm Tyrone." Tyrone responded as he pulled her skirt down. He then took her tiny hand and slipped it down his pants. Kim gripped Tyrone's pole timidly at first. She knew she should have told him to get out, but her hand was curious. She could feel the thick veins pumping blood in anticipation of a new conquest. In the end, Kim couldn't resist pulling it out. She looked at it in wonder and stroked it. She wondered how big he could get. Her tiny hands slid up and down his length, which was still slick from Michelle. Tyrone stripped the Korean beauty, while she was transfixed. He hooked a finger into the band of her panties and yanked them off. His big hands gripped her little bubble butt and, to her surprise, lifted her up. Tyrone brought her tiny Asian pussy to his lips and started to gorge. Kim tried to stifle her moans and braced herself on the walls of the small bathroom as Tyrone slid his tongue all the way in and slurped on her juices. He gripped the small girl and ate her pussy like a piece of watermelon. Her breathing got faster and her moans grew louder as she approached sweet release. When she got on the verge, Tyrone stopped and started to let her down. Kim groaned in disappointment and looked down. Kim looked terrified, but didn't protest as Tyrone lowered her down on his conquering black cock. Tyrone quickly shoved her balled up panties into her mouth to keep the noise down. Kim groaned loudly into her gag as Tyrone pushed his way in little by little. Every inch stretched her more than she's ever been stretched in her life. Tyrone loved nothing more than reshaping tight pussies for his selfish needs. His strong arms lifted her up and down his cock and her tits bounced hypnotically in his face. He couldn't get more than half his cock inside the tight Asian girl, but Tyrone made due. Kim's inevitable orgasm caused her pussy to clamp down so hard on Tyrone that he groaned in some pain. Kim wrapped her legs around Tyrone and her hands gripped his arms. Tyrone couldn't believe how strong her grip was. He thrust hard into the girl and went an extra inch or two deeper, before he unloaded inside her. Her body refused to lose a drop as Tyrone shot his massive load into her. Once she calmed down, he removed the gag. Tyrone loved her pouty pink lips, so he decided to let Kim down and push those lips down on his slimy cock head. Kim's arms flailed and resisted, but Tyrone just kept pushing her down. Kim's pink lips could barely open up wide enough for Tyrone and he enjoyed watching her struggle. He pushed her lower and watched her eyes bug out. Kim looked down the shaft and realized she was choking on a mere 3-4 inches. She felt helpless in the face of such a powerful looking black man and humiliated that she had to taste their combined cum. Tyrone's musky scent gave her a thrill and made her want to take more cock. She used both hands to stroke what she couldn't get in her mouth. She bobbed her head faster, but couldn't take much more in. She thought back to all her sexual experiences with Asian men and they seemed pitifully outgunned. Tyrone loved having Kim's mouth wrapped around his cock and looking down into her big brown doe eyes. He held her head in place and made sure she didn't lose a drop as he came hard all over again. Kim's mouth quickly filled up and she had no choice but to swallow as quickly as possible. Her throat bulged with each hard swallow. Mouthful after mouthful filled up her belly and she got so full that it ached. Tyrone thought she was done and started to pull away. He pulled Kim up by her tightly bound bun. The girl gasped for breath and looked glassy eyed as Tyrone started to pull up his pants. Kim panted desperately after the intense experience. She looked hungrily into Tyrone's eyes. As he tried to pull up his pants, she grabbed him "Ani!" she chided him. She then turned away from Tyrone and bent over as much as she could. She wiggled her ass; urging him to continue. Tyrone watched her shake her ass in need and quickly recovered. He plugged back into Kim from behind and started pounding her more aggressively. She grit her teeth and tried her best to fuck back. Michelle waited nervously in her seat. The two were in the bathroom for over an hour and occasionally someone would wait to use it. Eventually, each person heard the noises and looked disgusted as they moved to a different bathroom. Tyrone emerged first with a satisfied smile. He was happy to leave a souvenir in Kim's womb and sat next to Michelle with a 'What did I tell you, bitch?' look plastered to his face. Kim spent 20 minutes trying to fix her uniform. Except for her missing panties, her uniform was intact, but she walked on wobbly legs. The dumb grin on her face told volumes. As everyone breathed the same air, Tyrone and Michelle's mere presence on the plane allowed the virus to spread to everyone on board. The virus found new hosts and, after a short gestation period, the newly infected would themselves become walking incubators. Those people would go about their business, infecting friends, family and anyone they interacted with. The virus would spread exponentially. Kim would feel the effects of the virus sooner than the rest, as well as deliver Tyrone's big black baby. 4 WEEKS LATER BACK IN THE U.S Mrs. Peterson looked out the window and her heart skipped a beat. She bit her lower lip as she watched her neighbors finally come home. It's been a solid month, since she saw Terrell naked and she couldn't stop thinking about him. 'What kind of man has twins wrapped around his finger?' Mrs. Peterson wondered as he watched the three. She looked around to make sure her husband and daughter weren't around and slid a hand into her panties. She moaned and touched herself as Terrell kissed one girl and gave her a playful spank. Unfortunately, the make out session didn't last long and they took their bags inside. Mrs. Peterson was left frustrated. She went to the bathroom to clean up. As she checked herself out in the mirror, she smiled. 'That new skin treatment and exercise program are really paying off.' Mrs. Peterson thought. She looked a few years younger, her breasts perked up a little and she was full of energy. Her husband Gary on the other hand could probably use a bit of exercise. 'He must be running himself ragged at work; he looks exhausted when he gets home.' She thought. Mrs. Peterson's new lifestyle might have rubbed off on her daughter Bonnie. The often moody teenager looked a lot perkier and upbeat in the last few weeks. The next day, Mrs. Peterson was alone in her house and waited for the twins to leave the house to go to their college. After a little while, she decided to go next door and ring the doorbell. Mrs. Peterson felt like a High School girl again. She had butterflies in her stomach and honestly didn't know what she was expecting to happen. Mrs. Peterson's voice caught in her throat when Terrell answered the door. After an embarrassing moment, Mrs. Peterson spat out "Umm. Hi Terrell, I just wanted to welcome you back from your trip. I got your mail, while you were gone." Terrell answered the door. The 20 year old was shirtless and wore some loose basketball shorts. He was a little irritated to be disturbed, but his attitude changed when he saw his neighbor. Mrs. Peterson generally kept herself in pretty good shape, but the middle-aged woman looked like a new woman. The frumpy clothes that she usually wore were gone. Her mom jeans were replaced by tight jean shorts and her tank top clung tightly to her 36C breasts. Her auburn hair became a fiery red that contrasted well with her now wrinkle-free white skin. She absent mindedly wrapped some of her hair around her finger, while she waited for a response. Terrell leaned against the door frame as he assessed the woman "OK, where's the mail, Mrs. Peterson?" Terrell asked. Mrs. Peterson pretended to look embarrassed "Oh shit... I forgot it all at my place." she blushed. "Would you like to come over for coffee and tell me about your trip?" Terrell decided to play along "Sure, let me throw on a shirt." Terrell slipped on a t-shirt and followed Mrs. Peterson to her house. "By the way, we're neighbors. You can call me Anne." Anne noted before letting Terrell into her home. "OK, Anne. I have to say, you're looking fine since the last I saw you. You must be doing something right." Terrell noted Anne blushed and prepared the coffee "Awww that's so sweet of you to notice. Especially since you date one of those girls next door." "Both of them" Terrell corrected. He didn't attempt to hide it at all. Anne's suspicions were confirmed and she didn't know how to feel about it. She knew she should be sickened, but she ended up being impressed. "Wow, that's certainly different." Anne didn't know what else to say about it, brought Terrell a cup of coffee and sat next to him. "Tell me about your trip." "My Mom and the twins' parents were happy to hear about us all getting together, so they got us a trip to Jamaica and Brazil. The twins liked Jamaica a lot. They got lots of dick there. I liked Brazil. A nigga can really run rampant on those beaches." Terrell smirked and grabbed his crotch. He remembered burying his big black cock into a perfect Brazilian ass and couldn't help but get stiff. Anne took a look at Terrell's weapon as it formed a big tube in his long shorts "Umm.. Terrell, you're being inappropriate" Anne fidgeted in her seat "Maybe this was a mistake..." Terrell didn't move "Did you like when I called you a bitch, when you interrupted us last month?" he asked. Anne was taken aback by his blunt question "No.. Not at all." Anne blushed. "Well, you didn't say anything. You looked like you were going to give me a piece of your mind." Terrell remarked as he started rubbing his crotch. His cock started to poke out the leg hole of his shorts "You were going to say something, but then you saw me naked and shut the fuck up." Terrell slipped off his loose shorts and displayed his proud black staff "So what is it? Are you a bitch, or not?" Anne's eyes couldn't leave the huge cock in her presence. She saw it at a distance first, but now it was right in front of her. Her heart raced "I'm... I'm a married woman." Anne mumbled weakly. Terrell stood up and pulled his shirt off "That ain't a proper answer." Terrell looked down on the conflicted woman. He simply reached down, grabbed the top of Anne's tank top and swiftly ripped it. Anne gasped and looked down to see one of her tits exposed. She looked at Terrell and was going to hit him in the shoulder, but Terrell scooped her up and carried her over his shoulder. Anne kicked in protest, but never said 'no' or 'let me go'. Terrell brought Anne to her marital bed and threw her onto it. He crawled on top of the resisting woman and kissed her. He let her feel the weight of his body on hers as he unbuttoned her tight shorts. His fingers confirmed that she was wet and ready. He ripped her panties and the rest of her tattered tank top away and got between her legs. He teased her soaked pussy with his big purple head "You didn't answer me, are you a bitch or not?" Terrell taunted. Anne didn't want to say 'yes', but the idea of stopping was unthinkable. She nodded her head in defeat. "Say it!" Terrell barked "You're right... I'm a bitch." Anne squeaked. She felt humiliated, but her shame ended when Terrell pushed a third of his cock into her in one strong stroke. Anne saw stars and it felt like all the tension that built up over the last month exploded and was released in one strong orgasm. She couldn't believe that she got off by just getting his cock in her. She looked down and was shocked to see so much left outside of her. She groaned as Terrell continued to drill deep into her. Her head thrashed from side to side and she gripped her bed sheets. She saw the framed photos of her and her husband. She thought she loved him, but he never came close to making her feel this good. Terrell woke her from her daydream by flipping her over and entering her from behind. She had never done it doggy style with her husband. She could tell he wanted to, but she never allowed it and he just accepted it. Terrell on the other hand just did what he wanted. He felt like a real man. Anne came on Terrell's cock again as he gripped one of her tits and plowed her. Soon, Terrell pulled her off of him and pulled her hair up in front of him. Then he aimed his cannon at her and plastered her face, tits and hair with his thick black cum. He busted a nut all over her and her marital bed. Anne wiped the goo from her face and tasted Terrell's sweet essence all over again. She didn't bother to clean the mess off her bed. Anne packed her things and moved in next door to start her new life. 1 WEEK LATER It was the worst week of Gary Peterson's life. His wife of 20 years left him out of nowhere. Not only did she leave without notice, but she moved in next door to be with a man half her age. He could see her outside doing chores almost every day, see her with her new man and even hear them fucking at night. He didn't think he had the energy to confront his cheating wife. He thought he was humiliated and broken, until his daughter failed to return home one night. He immediately suspected the house of debauchery next door and finally decided to go over. He knocked angrily on the door. A woman answered the door wearing a 'BITCH' collar and he recognized her as his wife, except she didn't look a day over 30. She wore nothing put a thong and a fishnet top that did nothing to cover up her newly enlarged tits. The sight almost made him lose his nerve, but he remembered his daughter. "Where's Bonnie?!" Gary asked as he forced his way into the house. The house reeked of sex. He saw two gorgeous, naked, blonde twins sitting on the couch and heard fucking coming from another room in the house. He paused in front of the bedroom door and wondered if he really wanted to see what was behind the door. He ignored his wife's angry demands for him to leave and opened the door. His jaw dropped when he saw his 18 year old daughter happily bouncing on his tormentors' huge cock. Gary just stood there and listened to the wet smacking sounds in shock. *SCHLOP* *SCHLOP* *SCHLOP* His daughter had a pear shaped body, but she now seemed slimmer. The weight she lost in her bottom half seemed to find its way towards her top half and her bust ballooned over the last few weeks. The curvy girl rode her new master and cried out as he delivered a hot load deep into her womb. Gary could even see Terrell's balls pulse as he shot a grandchild into his daughter. Gary wanted to blame Terrell for all his problems, but he could clearly see that his wife and daughter chose to be here. The Black Power Virus Ch. 03 Anne walked up behind Gary with a stack of papers. "Gary, it's over. We can spend months in court or we can end this right here. Sign these papers and you won't have to hear from us again." Bonnie came out of the bedroom wearing a bathrobe and a "Bunny" collar. "Dad, I've decided to stay here with Mom. It just feels right. Terrell is everything we could hope for." Bunny said as Terrell hugged her from behind. Gary wasn't ready to hear that from his baby girl. The situation weighed heavily on him and Gary just felt exhausted. He simply didn't want to deal with it. Anne gave him a way out and he reluctantly accepted. He signed all of her papers. That night, Gary agreed to a divorce and signed away most of his assets to Anne, who in turn gave them to Terrell. Terrell took everything and made sure to sell Gary's house to another attractive white family. ... It took the media 5 months after the initial exposure to report on the new, mysterious, and wide-spread disease that threatened men all over the World. They reported an increase in depression-like symptoms, absenteeism from work and obesity. After a few more months, it was reported that the disease had a reverse effect on women and those of African descent. The CDC scrambled to contain the outbreak, but it was too late. 15 months after the initial exposure, the surge in interracial births and the 'single-race' phenomenon caused even more confusion. The government also tried to keep the virus's regenerative effects a secret to avoid voluntary infection. Dr. Vanessa Leblanc sipped coffee in her kitchen when she heard a knock on the door. A man in a suit came to the door and flashed a CDC badges. "Dr. Leblanc, My name is Agent Carver, can I speak with you for a moment?" the agent asked. Vanessa smirked. She had been waiting years for this very moment. "Absolutely, how can I help you?" She invited the man inside. "Thank you, Ma'am." The agent said "I'm sure you've heard the reports on the news, but BPV is far more wide-spread than we're prepared to admit publicly. We're gathering elite researchers and bringing them to a secure location to work on a cure. We can bring any uninfected family you might have. You would be providing a service for your country and the World." "I would be honored. I have two sons that I hope are uninfected. I'm afraid my youngest is at stage 4." Vanessa tried to look sad "But that just gets me that much more motivated to cure him." Within a week, Vanessa, her two eldest sons James and Samuel and her research assistant Jamal were transported to the most secure location in the World. After a thorough medical examination, the three were cleared to enter. Vanessa would go to the underground research facility, while her sons would stay in the high value civilian camp. Vanessa got to have a few minutes alone with her sons, before she left to check out her new lab. "So... Terrell gets to stay outside and be a friggin' King, while we get stuck in a bunker?" James asked with jealousy. "It's a free for all out there, Mom!" "What's the point of us being here?" Samuel asked. Vanessa gave her two sons a hug and whispered in their ears "I gave you two the vaccine for a reason. Do you think I want to be here and not out partying like Aunt Michelle? These people can reverse everything that's happened. It's a matter of time, unless... Something happens. I need you two to be patient. When the time is right, you'll be in an enclosed space with the World's richest, most powerful women. Terrell might be a King now, but you'll both be fucking all the daughters and wives of the Kings of the World." Vanessa left her boys in the civilian area, proceeded through the extensive security checkpoint and took the elevator down to Humanity's last hope for a cure. Vanessa and Jamal made their way with the other researchers to a main meeting hall. She recognized and greeted some of the other experts. So many brilliant people in close proximity posed a considerable risk. She had no hope of smuggling the virus inside the facility, but she had all of her notes and research. If she couldn't bring it inside, she'd recreate it. Agent Carver gave a presentation to the group laying out all of the Government's current findings "What we're dealing with is a virus unlike anything we've ever seen. It is airborne and spreads through physical contact. Stage 1 makes the victim an asymptomatic carrier. This stage can last several months and is the main reason it has spread beyond our ability to quarantine. Stage 2 brings about physical changes that vary based on gender and, astonishingly, race. Stage 3 is a rewriting of the victim's genetic code and primarily alters the reproductive system. Stage 4 actually rejuvenates the victim and leads to a slowing of the aging process. Contrary to what you may have heard, this does not stop the aging process." "The monkeys must be celebrating." Dr. Diane McKinley spat. The woman in her fifties sat with her arms crossed. Everyone looked shocked by what she said, but she held her ground "What?.. I think political correctness is out the window. Some way, somehow it's their fault that all of this is happening. My daughters are sex crazed playthings and my husband is a useless lump. How can I not be outraged?! There's no way this thing just popped up naturally." Vanessa sneered at the woman. She wanted to say so much, but she bit her tongue. Besides, she respected that she was on the right track about being manmade. Jamal piped up "Just because we're not seeing the negative effects, doesn't mean we want any of this." Vanessa smiled and patted him on the back. She picked such a nice young man to be her assistant and unwitting secret weapon. He'd see things differently soon enough. 3 YEARS LATER The rest of the World failed to keep their research facilities properly secure. Many of them accidentally let in stage 1 infected people and some of them were overrun by panicked mobs. In the end, The best researchers got consolidated in Vanessa's facility. Vanessa found security much more lax as she exited the research facility to visit her sons. The guard quickly checked her bag and took a bottle of pills out. He shook them as if to ask 'what's this?' "My arthritis medication." The 60 year old scientist stated. The guard shrugged and returned her bag. Vanessa made her way to the civilian camp and met with her sons. Her frustrated sons looked tired of the living conditions. Not only was food rationed, but everyone looked at them like they were a menace. Vanessa hugged her children and gave them each a blue pill "Don't worry, your day has arrived. New and improved." Vanessa said with a wink. Later that day, Vanessa returned to the research facility and stared at her own pill. The red pill in her hand was her reward for 35 years of planning, scheming and hard work. It was her masterpiece and would make her the only stage 5 infected person in the World. Deep down, Vanessa was a greedy, selfish bitch. She didn't do it all for the black man, women in general or her children. She did it all for herself. She hated being the outsider and brought everyone else down to her level. Diane entered the room before Vanessa could take her pill. Vanessa didn't bother to hide her real work in the lab this morning. "Vanessa! I looked over your notes and there's no way this can work as a vaccine." Diane looked Vanessa in the eye and saw complete contempt. Diane knew that Vanessa was a brilliant person and could see the same 'errors' that she saw. Then she saw the pill in Vanessa's hand and realization hit her hard "It was you!" Vanessa smirked, put the pill in her mouth and bit down on it. Almost immediately, she started to convulse and change. Diane lunged forward to try and remove the contents from her mouth, but it was too late. Before her very eyes, Vanessa changed. The years melted away and a young, beautiful woman emerged. Her clothes got looser and looser as her body slimmed down, except in the chest area. Her tits grew larger, firmer and strained the buttons on her lab coat. After about 30 seconds, Vanessa passed out. Diane looked at the abomination of nature in front of her. "What the Fuck, Vanessa?" Diane muttered to herself. She could have run for help and had a chance at containment, but the natural curiosity of a scientist got the best of her. She wasn't sure if she survived the transformation and tried to inspect the body. She got her answer a few moments later when Vanessa suddenly awoke, grabbed Diane and kissed her. Diane's eyes opened wide in shock as she felt Vanessa's tongue enter her mouth. Vanessa broke the kiss and giggled as she saw Diane convulse and undergo her own change. "You racist bitch... You'll be stage 4 after a short nap. No more slow burn, No more delayed gratification. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go spread the love to the others." Vanessa blew Diane a kiss and happily rushed towards her next target. Jamal was always the short, scrawny kid in the neighborhood and never really fit in with the other black kids. He wasn't good at sports or dancing, so he focused on academics and science. He'd never admit it, but when the virus first hit he was tempted. He never had 'game' like the others, but it was his responsibility to cure diseases. Not roll around in the muck with everyone else. Vanessa left a trail of people in her wake. She walked down the halls and kissed everyone in her way. Each person was stunned to see such a young stranger roaming the secure facility. In their confusion, Vanessa would lunge forward and give them a quick kiss. It didn't matter if they were a man or woman, a few seconds later that person would shut down and the virus would take hold. Vanessa finally found Jamal in a break area. "There you are!" Vanessa smiled. Jamal and a female researcher were in the room. Vanessa grabbed the woman and kissed her on the mouth. Jamal watched in horror as the woman collapsed, convulsed and started to change. Jamal put his hand up "Stay back! Who the Hell are you?" he covered his mouth. Vanessa laughed "Don't you recognize your mentor?" The young redhead started to remove her oversized lab coat. Her hands rose up to her boobs. Each hand hefted an impressive tit. Vanessa moaned softly "Wow, I'm sensitive now." She purred. She slowly sauntered over to Jamal. Her hips swaying deliciously "I'm afraid I've been a bad girl. I've gone and infected the whole club house." she said looking hungrily at Jamal. "Dr. Leblanc?? That can't be you." Jamal said. His eyes looked for familiar traits, but couldn't help but linger over her astonishing body. "It's over Jamal. There's no point in fighting what's coming. Embrace it." Vanessa urged. Jamal looked down at the woman on the ground. Her name was Adriana, she was Italian, 5'9" and had a stick thin body. However, the virus quickly changed that. Adriana filled out everywhere. Her clothes started to rip and her body was now built for fucking. He felt a twitch in his pants at the thought of an entire research facility full of transformed women. He knew the virus would be in the air too. There really was no hope, but more than anything he just wanted to stop fighting and give in to his base desires. He opened his arms up and allowed Vanessa to hug him. She was about the same height and kissed him. The virus took him off his feet. Jamal wasn't sure how long he was out. He woke up to the sight of Vanessa's ass. She was on her hands and knees between Adriana's legs. The olive skinned beauty had her hands lightly tied over her head and Vanessa's tongue buried deep in her pussy. She barely struggled against her bindings. Adriana gasped and whined as Vanessa brought her to orgasm. Vanessa sat up and licked her lips "Ohh good, you're awake." Vanessa ran her hands along Adriana's thighs and wide new hips. "Adriana here is the youngest of 8 kids. Being a breeding bitch is in her blood." Vanessa untied the girl and gave her full ass a nice spank. Jamal got to his feet and Vanessa moved to kiss him again. This time, she had to get on her tippy toes to reach his lips. Jamal realized he was taller, lean with muscle and his strongest muscle rebelled against the leg of his pants. He slid his pants down and he had to drop them past his knees to free the monster cock. Adriana was resistant at first, but her orgasm calmed her down. When she saw Jamal's cock in its full glory, she muttered "oh my God." And rubbed her legs together. She blushed in embarrassment from swooning so openly. Vanessa smiled at Jamal "We've been working hard our whole lives and let everyone else have all the fun. It's OUR turn." She nibbled his ear as they both looked at the Italian girl. Jamal moved towards Adriana and spread her legs. Vanessa massaged her tits and pinched her nipples from behind. Jamal pulled her hips to him and impaled her on his massive black cock. He spread her legs wide, and then brought her knees close to her face to get as deep as he could possibly go. After fucking her to several orgasms, Jamal came deep inside her. Before his orgasm was done, he pulled out and titty fucked Adriana with his spurting cock. He blasted Adriana in the face and covered Vanessa's face and tits in thick, creamy, black cum. As if that weren't enough, he immediately grabbed Vanessa, bent her over and started fucking her within an inch of her life. At some point in the next hour, some of the women Vanessa infected emerged to see what was going on. Vanessa smiled at them dumbly as they walked in on the scene. She was happy to give them a preview of what their lives would be like from now on. Eventually, Vanessa returned to the surface with a young version of Diana in tow. She yanked her by the hair and forced her to follow. The civilian camp was in the same condition as the research facility, but on a grander scale. The men loafed around and the women, who weren't getting fucked senseless, had no idea what to do with their new, hyper-sensitive bodies. She found her son James in the more luxurious living space reserved for the first family. He had a familiar collared girl bouncing on his lap. After a few moments, Vanessa recognized the President's daughter fucking her son. James didn't bother stopping. Samuel then came to greet his mother "Everything worked out perfectly." He smiled. Vanessa tossed Diane at his feet "Since your brother is pre-occupied, I brought you a treat. This one was a racist, before Mommy transformed her. Make sure she learns her lesson." Within a week, Diane was Samuel's lowest ranking slave. He made her get a confederate flag tattoo on the small of her back, so his friends would instantly know what she is. Vanessa's work was finally done. No one stood in the way of her new World. She liberated women everywhere from the burden of free will and condemned them to a life of blissful slavery. ***** Thank you for reading! I realize there are stories left untold and characters that could have used more story time, but the primary goal was to setup the Universe. I plan on writing more stand-alone stories that take place at different points on the timeline (it will range from initial exposure to decades in the future). Those stories will be more in-depth and have more character development. The amount I write depends on feedback, so if you have a favorite character or scenario; LEAVE A COMMENT. If you want to write your own story in the Universe, feel free to go for it! The Black Power Virus Ch. 04 Thank you for continuing to read my story. I got lots of feedback and I just wanted to say that this is a complete work of fantasy. I'm obviously not advocating for anything political and if you are offended by heavy racial themes, you should probably not be reading this. I do not hate white guys; they simply don't have a dignified place in the story, so I took them out of the equation. Deal with it. I will delete any comments that don't pertain directly to the story. As for the positive comments, it seems everyone wants to know what happens to black women. I have a plan for a later chapter. I'll touch on it a little here, so don't worry. I also plan on going into the distant future, but I want to cover society's transition first. I encourage you all to send more feedback and maybe write your own stories set in this universe. For example: I got some comments about gay/bi characters and am sad to say I'm not interested in writing about them, but am willing to provide advice if someone else wanted to write that story. I'm very open and responsive, so feel free to contact me. I want to hear more ideas. DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist. ***** CHAPTER 4: AFTERMATH 5 years after initial exposure VIP Quarantine Zone First Daughter Stacey Edwards took a walk around the quarantine zone. Cabin fever kept her restless and she didn't know if she'd ever get used to her surroundings. She felt guilty whenever she complained. If she weren't the President's daughter, she could be stuck in the tent city outside of the facility or, even worse, she could be trapped outside with the infected. She could have her God given freewill taken away and become some black man's plaything. She never felt animosity towards them before, but she just couldn't buy that they are 'just as much of a victim' as everyone else. Stacey used to be a leading feminist. She used her celebrity to push for women's rights and equality, but the World went completely haywire and made her life's work a sad joke. Stacey walked by the visitation center and saw two black men meeting with one of the female scientists. She seemed to be giving them medicine. The scientists looking for the cure were her only hope, but Stacey felt uneasy about allowing their families, especially black family members, to stay in the VIP area. 'Couldn't they get a separate area of their own?..' Stacey thought before realizing that she caught herself advocating for segregation. Stacey groaned in frustration at her own thoughts and from a headache starting to cause pain. She returned to her room and plopped onto the bed. She looked at the remote control and knew she shouldn't, but she turned on the TV that continued to broadcast from the outside World. The reports got worse and worse. Stacey almost wanted to see riots and chaos, but it was a surprisingly bloodless take over. Women in the reports seemed more willing and excited than terrified. It made her sick to see how easily women could give up centuries of progress. Her mother, the First Lady, included. She was infected before the evacuation could begin. Stacey's girlfriend Adrianna walked in and snuggled close to Stacey. Before the pandemic, Stacey had to keep her orientation a secret (despite the constant internet rumors), but now that seemed completely pointless. Stacey kissed Adrianna and the two watched the news. "I remember when she reported from war zones." Adrianna noted as she looked at the news broadcaster. Nicollet Vandenberg, now simply going by 'Nikki', used to downplay her looks and report from the most dangerous places in the World. The blonde was now the main anchor wearing a slim black choker and showing an outrageous amount of cleavage. She even had a little glitter decorating her exposed skin. ... "The stock market continues to plummet from lack of productivity, World demographics radically shift and Nation's with low African populations fight to provide the most generous immigration packages... But does anyone really care anymore? Ever since the emergence of Bio... Progi... shit, I always forget." Nikki giggled "Ever since the emergence of BPV, public polling shows that satisfaction in everyday life among women has shot through the roof. Joining me now is sociology expert Edith Bloom." Edith sat with Nikki and the camera showed off an angle in which you could see both of their legs under the table. Adrianna gasped as she saw Edith not wearing any panties. The sociology 'expert' was almost as curvy as the bombshell anchor. She had a small tattoo over her left breast that no doubt was the mark of her 'owner'. "Hey Nikki, the study shows that women especially are finding more satisfaction in their daily lives than they thought was even possible. It's not just the crazy sex, but women are enjoying simpler lives and the greater sense of community as they work together to please their man. And don't get me started on the physical effects. What woman doesn't want to look younger and sexier?" "I know just what you mean. Before, I stressed out about my career, journalism, being professional... I had no idea that my bodyguard Shane was the answer to everything. Now all I have to do is what he tells me. If he didn't want me to make him money, I wouldn't even be here." Nikki laughed "By the way, I just wanted to make a quick plug." Nikki pulled out a picture of her master Shane wearing nothing but a speedo that looked like it could rip open at any moment. "Shane and I are looking for a new bitch to help maintain the landscaping at his estate. We already have plenty of sluts running around cleaning, but they lack the skill set. If you're hot, have landscaping experience and think you can handle 'this' (Nikki motioned at the picture), then feel free to e-mail me at..." ... Stacey shut the TV off in disgust. "You have to admit, they do look hot." Adrianna joked. "Don't even go there!" Stacey gasped in exaggerated outrage. Suddenly, her father busted into the room. The President looked weak "Honey, it got in.." he warned before slumping onto the ground. The two girls rushed to him. Stacey hugged him tight and almost cried, but quickly pulled away "Oh my God, I'll get it from you!" Stacey made the realization and cursed at herself and her father for being so stupid. Stacey thought for a moment and headed to the media room. The facility had equipment that could pre-empt all broadcasts so that the government in quarantine could make major announcements. Stacey turned on the equipment, looked at the camera and began a nation-wide broadcast. It would be the last time in human history that a white person would attempt to speak to the nation or the World with any authority. "Citizens of the World, my fellow Americans, and women everywhere, I am saddened to report that our research facility and quarantine zone has been compromised. You can no longer rely on the government riding to the rescue. It is up to each and every one of you to stand up for your rights and free will. Do not let anyone own you, resist the..." Stacey started to feel lightheaded, sweat beaded on her forehead and she passed out for a few minutes. When she woke up, she could see herself in the monitor. The brunette's frumpy looks were gone. Her curly hair straightened and lengthened, her skin cleared and her breasts struggled to burst through her once oversized shirt. Even her eyes transformed from a bland brown to dark pools that anyone could get lost gazing in. Stacey was dumbfounded. It usually took weeks to show symptoms, so the only explanation was that it was a new, faster strain. The shock of how fast she changed wore off and she continued to give her address "Ummm yeah, sooo women's rights..." Stacey shifted and her now sensitive nipples elicited a loud groan from the first daughter. Stacey blushed "don't let this thing beat you." Stacey might have inspired more people if James hadn't showed up. James heard some noise and took a peek into the media room. "Da fuck you up to in here?" James asked. Stacey jumped out of her skin "Oh my God... Stay back!" This was the moment that Stacey feared the most. Her body quickly betrayed her and her eyes wandered over the black man's body. She knew he was the man from earlier, but he was ripped and had a huge log growing down his pants. She gripped a chair and held it over her head. She wanted to hit him with it, but the sight of him made her feel warm and feminine. Her whole body tingled just by having him in the room. She stood there shaking. The adrenaline pumped into her system and she had to admit that the excitement wasn't fear. Her grip on the chair relaxed and she set it back down "Just get out. I like girls." She pouted weakly. James moved slowly into the room, completely unaware that he was being watched by millions. "There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm sorry I startled you. Are you ok?" Stacey wanted to hate him so much, but she could see real concern in his eyes. Suddenly, the emotions of the day and the last few years washed over her and she couldn't help but cry. James moved closer and gave her a reassuring hug. Stacey just cried into James' shoulder for a moment. His touch made her feel safe, despite the turmoil of the situation. Her new body definitely responded to James and she suppressed the urge to moan from the pleasant new feelings. "I'm sorry, I'm a mess" Stacey wiped away tears. James pressed his black snake against Stacey so she could feel it growing. Stacey had used toys before, but never anything like that. "Now what are you so scared of? No one's going to hurt you." "I just... I didn't want to be someone's happy little bimbo. I have to finish my college education, get my PhD, argue with opponents, work hard for 50 years, keep my partner a secret, be a political prop for my Dad..." As she thought about her life's plan (designed for a World that no longer existed), she got more and more exhausted. 'Do I really want that?' She asked herself. Those things all seemed like a tremendous amount of work for an intellectual payoff in the distant future that is in no way guaranteed. "Yeah, that sounds way better than being happy." James noted sarcastically. Stacey gave James a playful hit on the shoulder. She looked up into James's eyes and she just couldn't help it. She got on her tippy toes and kissed the complete stranger. She wanted comfort so bad and her body knew what kind she needed. James was the exact opposite of her lofty goals. Satisfaction would be easy, primal, immediate and guaranteed. James kissed back, but didn't make any other moves. He wanted her to break down all on her own. He's seen her look down on him before. Stacey broke the kiss and looked up with anticipation and anxiety. She saw restraint on James and knew that she was the one that had to impress him. The dynamic had completely flipped and women now had to work for male attention. Timidly, she moved her shirt over her head and her new tits bounced free. She hefted them up and couldn't believe their weight. When there was still no reaction from James, she started to massage her tits. Her eyes shut and a smile spread across her face at the simple joy of feeling her sensitive new tits. They felt incredible and she just wanted someone to suck on them. She looked at James "Please..." she groaned. "Please what?" James responded coolly. Her pride made her hesitate. 'What the Hell am I doing?' Stacey asked herself. She stood topless in front of a stranger and her body screamed for her to cheat on her girlfriend. She somehow knew Adrianna wouldn't do the job for her. He smelled so masculine and it made her nipples hard. Then her eyes dropped to his crotch and she sealed her fate by stroking his concealed weapon. Her hand moved up and down his leg and then into his pants. She struggled to pull the monster out and her eyes went wide when she finally saw it in all its glory. Desperation shot across her face as James tucked his cock back in his pants. "I asked you a question, please what?" James looked down on the poor girl. "God damn it! You know what I'm talking about you asshole! Just fuck me and stop teasing!" Stacey threw a tiny temper tantrum. To her surprise, James responded immediately. James gripped her hair roughly, turned her around, ripped her pants/panties down and gave her ass a strong *SMACK*. Stacey looked straight into the camera and to her horror realized that it was still broadcasting. Before she could say anything, James plunged his giant black cock straight into her slick and needy pussy. The Country watched Stacey's eyes roll up into her skull and her tits bouncing with James' thrusts. The pleasure and relentless orgasms made Stacey forget about the camera and the pair rutted like animals. James fucked her bent over the desk, on the desk, against the wall and in mid-air. Stacey screamed in pleasure and lust the whole time. At some point, James put two and two together and realized what the camera was for and decided to make the best of it. He slowly pulled his cock out until only the head remained inside. Stacey's juices decorated the giant shaft "Tell me what you want again, I forgot." James teased. Stacey groaned in frustration "I don't want... I fucking need!" Stacey groaned. She tried to hump back at James, but it didn't work. "C'mon, I need you to fuck me some more." Stacey whined, but she knew James wanted her to humiliate herself some more. "Grrr... Fine! I'm a slutty white girl and I need your sweet nigger fucking!" the once innocent First Daughter screamed at the stranger and played with her tits. James decided to shut the camera off and carry Stacey to a bed. James laid down and let Stacey ride his big black cock. Soon after, Stacey saw a younger version of the scientist and James' brother. She heard them talking about 'the plan' and knew that these three were responsible for everything. However, that didn't stop her from crying and begging James to cum deep inside her and all over her sensitive tits. Stacey just laid there exhausted and covered in thick black cum. Soon after, Stacey saw someone hiding in the closet and told James to go check it out. Adrianna struggled to stay as James pulled her out. "Stacey, how could you?!" Stacey wiped cum off her cheek and lapped it up "James just fuck the slut. Make her understand how things work now." Adrianna was horrified, but couldn't deny that her newly infected body was starting to tingle from being so close to James. She could smell her cheating girlfriend on his powerful looking cock. She felt his hand on the back of her head and did not put up a lot of resistance as he made it disappear down her throat. About an hour later, Adrianna and Stacey snuggled again in bed. The two thoroughly satisfied love slaves stayed behind as James went hunting for new conquests. They watched TV again and all the news could talk about was the now infamous 'Edwards Address'. Stacey watched the news play clip after clip of her broadcast. Stacey watched herself bitch and moan about rights or something, before James put her in her proper place. "You're the most famous black cock bitch ever now!" Adrianna laughed hysterically. "Shut up!" Stacey play hit her sister slave. She watched News Nikki talk about the broadcast "You're totally right, she's fuckin' hot. I wish James could steal her away from that Shane guy." Within the next few days, the gates came crashing down. Vanessa and her sons raided the facility. James and Samuel took years of pent up energy out on dozens of women and kept the best slave girls for themselves. James and Samuel loaded the spoils of conquest into buses and finally rejoined the outside World. Stacey moaned as Adrianna ate her pussy on the crowded bus. She looked at the 40 other infected women on the bus and got so turned on that one black cock could control so many once brilliant women. Soon, they would pool their resources, find an estate, serve their beloved master and be a family. Vanessa let her sons go and decided to not be tied down to her old family. The mad scientist headed out on her own to join the playground that she created. ... SOMEWHERE IN THE DEEP SOUTH ... Linda-May watched the Edwards Address and her heart sank. Unlike the major cities, the virus had not ravaged some rural areas and Linda-May thought she could hold out for a cure. 'Serves me right for depending on big government; this is just all part of the UN's plan to take over the World through Negroes and fluoride in the water.' Linda-May's paranoid thoughts ran through her head as she lit her 6th cigarette of the hour. Her husband Dale was at a treatment center with all the other infected white men. At that moment, Linda-May's daughter Mary-Sue walked into the trailer "*COUGH* *COUGH* Lord Jesus Momma, it's a smoke room in here. What's got you upset?" "Edwards' lezzie daughter got infected on TV and acted the fool." Linda-May explained. She watched her daughter as she watched the news to check for any physical changes. Mary-Sue looked just like her mother at her age. She had pale white skin, dark blue eyes and long blonde hair. She wore a white tank top, and tight blue jean shorts. Her daughter was a natural beauty, but she didn't notice any special changes. Linda-May noticed a look of curiosity on her daughter's face and not disgust. Linda-May shut off the TV so her daughter couldn't see any more of that dirty race traitor fucking that black man. "Why you dressed like that? You wanna get yourself into trouble?" Linda-May asked her daughter. "Momma, it's just how the girls are dressin'. It ain't a thing. Trust me, coverin' yourself up gets you into even more trouble. Some boys love the chase." Mary-Sue responded. The news played in the background "We'll have continuing coverage of the Edward's address at the top of the hour, local news is next... BPV has remained mostly in the cities, but it is now quickly spreading to small towns, despite preventative measures. The main reason? Black men are specifically targeting white southern women, or 'Daisy Dukes' as they are known on the streets." The news anchor reported. The news played a street interview of a black man with several white women around him "You can't be a proper pimp if you ain't got a Southern belle in your stable. Bitches can straight up suck a tennis ball through a garden hose." The man smiled. The TV flashed pictures of women wearing daisy dukes and Linda-May was furious. "That's it! I'm pulling you outta school!" Linda-May shouted. Mary-Sue argued with her mother, but had no chance of matching her raw fury and emotion. In the end, Mary-Sue was forced to stay home, quit her part-time job and drop her beautician courses. Linda-May decided to take her old job back at the mall to make ends meet. She couldn't have her daughter out there, while she stayed safely at home. Within a week, Linda-May started again at her old job. Her best friend ran the shop and just so happened to need someone with experience to run the shop, while she took time off. Linda-May stood outside the mall. She knew it would be the town's primary meeting spot for horny, potentially-infected teens, but she had to do it. She put on a surgical mask and took her first steps into enemy territory. She expected Sodom and Gomorrah, but to her surprise, everything seemed rather normal. There were a few kids milling about. She even saw a white couple holding hands. It made her feel hopeful, but she kept her mask on. Under the circumstances, it wasn't the ideal place to work, but no one else would hire her. She entered the mall's maternity dress shop and saw her friend Sheila. Sheila sat behind the counter, but when she saw Linda-May she stood up and exposed her own filled out maternity dress. "Linda!" she said excited to see her friend. She wanted to hug her, but Linda backed away to keep from making physical contact. "Oh, right. I forgot you hadn't caught 'the bug' yet. How you been doin'?" The Black Power Virus Ch. 04 Linda-May thought her friend looked 10 years younger and had a healthy pregnant glow about her "It's been hard with Dale at the treatment center, but all things considered, I'm OK. You and Brad have been trying to have kids for years. Did it finally happen?.." Linda-May asked with no real tact. "Linda, how could you ask that?! The virus improved my fertility and I used some of Brad's sperm bank deposits." Sheila lied "Brad also found his way to the treatment center. It's been hard, but I'm glad some good came of all this." She said while rubbing her pregnant belly. "I get to finally be the expectin' one." Sheila smiled. Linda-May had her doubts, but chose to believe her "I really wish I could give you a hug. I'll take good care of the store, while you're away." They talked a little longer and Sheila left her the keys. The second Sheila left eyeshot; Linda-May sprayed the place down with disinfectant. Other than more youthful looking women, it took a few days for Linda-May to see any real effects of the virus. A few years ago, it would have been a major taboo to be seen in public dating a black man. From the second floor railing, Linda-May ate her packed lunch and could see a couple of black men in the food court. She was thankful there weren't more around, because they absorbed attention like sponges. They each sat with 2 or 3 white girls and girls from other tables would ignore their friends to sneak peeks or openly stare. Linda-May thought she would gag when she saw a white girl kiss one of the black men. A MONTH LATER "Sheila, we can't possibly sell these." Linda-May talked to Sheila over the phone, while inspecting the new inventory. "Linda, you have to understand. It's not about concealing anymore. Women want to accentuate and feel sexy. It's just the trend of the times. If we sell our stale old dresses, we'll go out of business." Sheila explained. While waiting for Linda's response, Sheila wrapped her lips back around big black bull cock. Linda-May disapproved, but she didn't have a choice "Alright, I'll hang them up, but I don't think it's a good idea." Sheila wanted to say something, but her black owner held her head down and emptied his huge balls down her slut throat. His balls and shaft pulsed as he filled her belly up. "Sheila? Are you there?" Linda-May asked. After a few more seconds, Sheila gasped for air "Yep, yep I'm here. You hang those up and I'll check in later. Bye!" Sheila hung up the phone and got back to her true passion. Linda-May thought it was an odd conversation, but unpacked the last of the items. Teddies and sexy nightwear seemed to be in style. The dresses were all tight and all designed for bigger busts. Linda-May held up the most troubling one of all. The dress came in a variety of colors and had a slogan on the belly section that read 'Yes, it's BLACK.' The new line of clothing proved to be very popular and business started booming. Linda-May hadn't seen a white couple in weeks. White women mostly came alone, but now they'd show up in groups. A pregnant woman with a collar came in with her friend. The collar read 'BIG D'S BITCH' and she looked at the teddies. "Do you think he'll like me?" Her friend asked. "Baby, he'll fuckin' love you. He doesn't keep ALL his girls, but I'll put in a good word. I can't be a love slave without my bestie." The pregnant woman reassured. "That word still makes me nervous." Her friend responded. "The word 'slave' gets thrown around, but it's technically not true. Any woman can leave whenever she wants, but when you're good and subjugated by a black hunk; Why would you ever leave?" The pregnant woman smiled. Linda-May had finally had it "Don't you have any pride? What is wrong with you? You're not only damning yourself, but you're recruiting your friend to be some nigger's slut?!" The pregnant woman had a smug look on her face as she looked at Linda-May and her surgical mask. She pulled a 'Yes, it's BLACK' dress off the hanger "I'll take one of these two." She rubbed her huge belly "It's a boy, so he'll be black. My children will FUCK your children." She spat. Linda-May was furious, and wanted to hit her, but couldn't afford to lose her job. She grabbed the woman's items and rung her up. She took her lunch break and went back to her usual spot. It was open season now. The word got out that there were plenty of 'unclaimed' women in the area. 90% of the people in the mall were women and the other 10% were all black men. Each black man had at least 4 women hovering around them, who treated them like a king. She couldn't find a single non-black man in the crowd. "I haven't seen a surgical mask in a while." a deep voice commented. Linda-May snapped out of her thoughts to see a muscular black man less than a foot away. She screamed and fell over. As the man tried to help her up, she sprayed disinfectant and nearly blinded him "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!". She scrambled to her feet and locked herself back in her shop. "Damn, bitch! You crazy!" The man yelled at the locked door, before walking away. Linda-May stayed locked in the store for over an hour. Sheila called when she received complaints from mall security and called to calm her down, but Linda-May remained terrified. Soon after she heard a knock on the door and saw her Mary-Sue "Momma?... Sheila called me and she's worried. Are you OK?" Linda-May quickly opened the door "Git in here Child! This ain't no place for you!" She pulled Mary-Sue inside and locked the door. "I told you NEVER to come here!" Mary-Sue looked concerned "Momma, she said you had some sort of breakdown and attacked a man. You need to relax or else it will cause even more trouble." Linda-May cried and hugged her daughter "The World is spinning out of control and I don't have any place, except to protect you. I'll try to be better." Mary-Sue hugged her Mom. The store re-opened and Mary-Sue left the shop. Linda-May worked for a few more hours, but her nerves were shot. Sheila called to check-in and decided to let her close the shop early. Linda-May came home a couple hours early and noticed her trailer rocking. Her blood ran cold as she slowly approached the trailer. She could see inside through a window that wasn't fully covered with the curtains. Her nightmare played out before her eyes. Her sweet daughter was on her hands and knees with a huge black man fucking her from behind. He had to be 2 or 3 times her size. He gripped her hair and tits, while pounding her fragile white body into submission. The girl's skin was red and sweaty. Linda-May knew that she loved it. Mary-Sue screamed and orgasmed non-stop. Linda-May could see his huge balls pulse. He groaned and kept himself buried deep inside her trailer trash, slut of a daughter. He finally pulled out and Linda-May could not believe that Mary-Sue took such a monster inside her pussy. She saw his face and her eyes shot open in shock. It was the man from earlier. The man she sprayed with disinfectant out of terror. He must have intercepted Mary-Sue on the way back from the mall. Linda-May left the area and felt like the ultimate failure. After a few hours, she came home and acted like nothing happened. Mary-Sue acted naturally too. She still didn't show any signs of infection, which meant that she was not under its influence. She willingly fucked a black man, was no doubt newly infected and probably carrying a grandchild. Linda-May stopped wearing her surgical mask and stopped disinfecting everything. She'd let the chips fall where they may. 2 MONTHS LATER Sheila's typical maternity shop now looked more like a sex shop. They now sold customizable collars, light bondage equipment, sex toys as well as increasingly risqué maternity wear. Linda-May groaned in pain since she had once again outgrown her cup size. It didn't take long for Mary-Sue to pass the virus onto her mother. Every day was a struggle and she did her best to control her libido with her own collection of toys at home. She dreaded going home now. Mary-Sue barely tried to cover up her black fucking. Her typical white tank top rode up her growing baby bump and her daisy dukes stayed unzipped to give her belly more room. She lied and said it was an old, white boyfriend, but she blatantly got the popular 'Stars and Bars' tramp stamp that black men loved so much on Southern girls. Linda-May wasn't even shocked when she saw a tall black woman leading 3 white girls by leashes. The woman led the women inside the shop "Now all you bitches don't be actin' the fool, while I conduct business!" she barked. She stood a little over 6 feet tall, and had a nicely toned body. She wore a collar that read 'Bottom Bitch'. "Yes, Ma'am." The leashed girls responded in unison. The virus seemed to be a little conflicted about black women. It was different from person to person. Black women got the same increased strength, height, stamina and dominating personality as black men. Black women also got the same all-encompassing, increased sex drive as white women, but not to the extent that they lost their minds. The end result was that black women were ideal worker slaves and often managed the black man's household. They often worked the hardest, but usually didn't get the same amount of sex as their sluttier, more controllable white counterparts. This often gave them a cranky attitude. She approached the counter with a long list of items. She ordered a dozen slave collars with various obscene nicknames. "Can you attach a small cowbell to the 'Breeding Cow' collar?" The woman asked. Linda-May was honestly confused "Ummm, why would you want that?" The woman yanked one of the chains and pulled a plump pregnant slavegirl over to the counter "tell her why." The black woman demanded. The girl wore a big dumb grin "I'm a fucking cow. I'm master's best breeder. I've got 5 of his babies inside me." The black woman added "We're also going to need a dress that supports this cow's 40GGs" The girl added "I produce over a gallon of milk a day. I hope to do a gallon per tit by delivery." The girl looked excited. Linda-May rolled her eyes "I'm sorry I asked. With your purchase, you qualify for a 20% discount off your next tattoo at the Obedient Girl Tattoo shop. It's at the other end of the mall. Your custom orders will be ready for pick-up next week." The black woman took her receipt and delivered a harsh spank to the ass of one of the white girls that was touching one of the toys "Told you not to touch nothin'!" As the group left the store, a familiar face walked in the door. The man had a shit eating grin and walked like he owned the place. He looked around and approached the counter "Hey sweet thang. My name is Maurice. You might not remember me, but you almost sprayed shit in my eyes a while back. I just wanted you to know, there's no hard feelings." Linda-May simply waited for the other shoe to drop. "I just thought I'd come in here and get a few things for this piece of trailer trash I knocked up. She does such a good job at lickin' nigga nuts that I might keep her. Her cracka' ass would look really good paired up with this Scandinavian bitch I got." Maurice seemed to relish the discomfort on Linda-May's face "Now that I think about it, I met her a little while after your little freak out and right outside this shop. I guess this place makes me feel sentimental" Maurice chuckled. Linda-May was speechless. She hated this man and hated the things he said about her daughter, but it was very hard having a man in the shop. Men very rarely came to the shop. Maurice's mere presence caused an involuntary physical reaction in Linda-May. Her heart raced with excitement and her pussy got so wet that she feared it would show through her blue jeans. She bit her lower lip and her eyes got more and more desperate as Maurice talked. She secretly prayed that he would grab her and fuck her senseless on the counter, or at least have the courtesy to leave so she could close shop and fuck herself furiously with her stash of toys. She knew deep down that the toys were a poor substitute for the real thing. She also knew her daughter was gone and it was all her fault. Finally, Linda-May lowered her head and stuttered out a response "I... I'm... I'm sorry, sir. I was stupid and paranoid and I shouldn't have been so rude to you. It was disrespectful and I'd like to make it up to you." "And how do you plan to do that?" Maurice asked. Linda-May didn't care who saw. She lifted her shirt over her head and unsnapped her restricting bra "However you wish, sir." She thought she'd hate herself for giving in, but all she felt was relief. The non-stop stress that filled her life lifted and she felt free for the first time in years. Maurice didn't look too shocked. He walked up and roughly grabbed one of Linda-May's virus enhanced tits. Linda-May almost came on the spot. It was the first time a black man had ever touched her and she couldn't help but moan loudly. It was also the first time a man touched her since the outbreak. Her legs got wobbly and she almost fell over. Maurice held her steady and latched his mouth to her other nipple. She cried and would have collapsed without Maurice holding her. His hand unzipped her jeans and roughly yanked them down her legs. He ripped the soaked panties off and took her by surprise by slipping his tongue into her white pussy. Linda-May breathed hard and screamed with orgasm after orgasm. "You dirty, black bastard!" she gritted her teeth. "Do I taste better than my daughter? Mary-Sue ain't enough to satisfy a horny nigga like you?" A sudden orgasm interrupted her and Maurice just kept slurping up all her juices. "You made my baby just another notch on the bedpost..." Linda-May's eyes went wide as Maurice stood up. She didn't realize that he pulled out his cock and the thing stood proud in front of her. She had seen it before, when it sawed in and out of her slut daughter, but now it was right in front of her. Maurice gripped her hair and smacked her on the cheek with his throbbing, black club. "Everything you said was totally right. Got a problem with that, white bitch?" He smacked her other cheek and he only seemed to keep growing and getting harder. She shook her head no and he thrust his cock down her throat. Linda-May thought she was going to choke to death. Her face turned red and a tear moved down her cheek. Her throat bulged obscenely and she felt completely helpless. She struggled to breathe through her nose as he held it there. Her eyes wandered to her store window and she saw a small crowd watching through the window. When she made eye contact with the crowd, she felt a shame again. However, the crowd didn't judge her. The women at the store window started to applaud and root for Linda-May. There were a lot of fellow store owners and they were happy to see the paranoid woman finally give in. Maurice mercifully pulled out and let Linda-May gasp for air. The crowd encouraged the girl and cheered when Maurice easily lifted her into the air. He held her over his steel hard cock and lowered her down on it in full view of the crowd. It felt like losing her virginity all over again except this was a REAL cock. She was a ragdoll in his hands. She tricked herself into thinking she could maintain control in this World, but it was all a lie. A smile grew on her face and she gave in completely to the pleasure. She put on quite a show for the crowd. They watched the uptight shop keeper turn into a squirting, babbling mess. 16 MONTHS LATER Linda-May woke up in Maurice's plantation style home and had to get ready for work. Her tits ached and so she immediately went to the nursery. She picked up her black baby and let him drain both tits. He never failed to leave a drop. He was born over twice the size of the average white girl baby. If she had anything to do with it, he would grow up to be big, strong and commanding. It was important to her to serve the master race. He still looked hungry, so she got another white slave girl with milk to feed him. Just like adult black men, no single white woman is capable of satisfying them. She took a shower, got dressed and headed to the mall. She passed by about a dozen slave girls working Maurice's land. She was thankful that Maurice bought out Sheila to own the shop. As she walked through the mall, she couldn't find a single unclaimed adult woman. The vast majority wore a collar, had a visible ownership tattoo or stayed within 10 feet of their master or a designated black woman handler. She entered the shop and Mary-Sue smiled at her Momma. "Hey, Momma. That new promotion is working out even better than you said it would. Maurice is going to be happy with the money we're makin'." Mary-Sue smiled. "That's good, honey. Do you think your time is coming?" The hopeful mother asked. "I can feel it Momma. I think I'll be gettin' into heat soon. I love the girls from the first time, but I hope he plants a big nigga in me, just like he did with you." Mary-Sue said and gave her mother a hug. "I'm sure you'll get there eventually. Oh, looks like we have another customer." Linda-May noted. A black man with white and Hispanic slave girls approached the counter. He dumped the items he wanted to buy onto the counter and Linda-May rung him up. "OK, so that will be $167. As I'm sure you know, any purchase over $150 entitles you to complimentary service. Do you have a preference?" The black man looked back and forth between Linda-May and Mary-Sue "Can I get both?" The mother and daughter looked at each other "Ummm, OK. But don't tell your friends" Linda-May winked. They led the man to the back of the store and sat him down in a chair. Mary-Sue fished his cock out of his pants and stuffed her greedy mouth. Maurice had given them permission to use their mouths, but the rest of their bodies belonged exclusively to him. The mother-daughter team sucked his big black cock. They alternated bobbing their heads, licking the shaft and slurping on huge balls. As he got ready to cum, Mary-Sue giggled and pushed her mom out of the way. She got the first few big gulps of cum. Linda-May gasped "Didn't I raise you to share, you greedy bitch?!" and wrestled the cock back so that she could fill her own hungry belly. The warm gooey feeling in her belly always put a smile on her face. The days she spent fearfully trying to prevent infection all seemed like a distant bad dream. ***** Sorry for the long wait. I had to take a break. Remember to leave comments. The more feedback I get, the faster I'll write new chapters. I'm not 100% sure what I'll write about next, so send suggestions. The Black Power Virus Ch. 05 *Once again, thank you for continuing to read. I've gotten so many good comments and suggestions. I wish I could do them all right away, but that would be pretty tough. I will try to write a little by popular demand, so make sure to leave feedback.* DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist. This story contains heavy racial themes, so do not read if you are easily offended. CHAPTER 5: ACCEPTANCE 10 Years after initial exposure Nikki rolled over and had a long, slow stretch before waking up with a big smile. She was still delightfully sore from the night before and could still feel the warm, gooey load that Shane fucked inside her. She wanted to cuddle but, when she turned around, saw that she was alone in bed. 'Where did he get to?' she wondered to herself. 'Probably off fucking the help' Nikki pouted. The bedroom door flew open and to her pleasant surprise it was Shane holding a breakfast tray. "I got up early and made you something." He smiled and came around to her side of the bed. Nikki immediately felt bad for her earlier jealousy "Oh baby, you didn't have to do this." She sat up in bed. Shane set the tray down over her lap "I wanted to. Besides, I know you're not exactly winning popularity contests with the other women around here, so I figured I'd cook for you myself and minimize the spit in your coffee." He joked. Nikki kissed him before taking her first bite "To be honest, I thought you were out fucking one of the new girls, like that Lupita bitch, but instead you were making me breakfast. What did I do to deserve such a sexy, thoughtful man?" Nikki hugged Shane tight. "Lupita hasn't really earned her stripes yet, in my book." Shane said matter of fact. "I didn't want to wake you up, so I got at one of the maids... and her sister." Shane admitted. "I had a good nut and went right to cooking you breakfast." Nikki looked around the tray "Speaking of nut, I don't see my favorite, non-coffee hot drink." She said with a playful smirk as she reached into his boxers and fished out his cock. She opened wide and tried her best to stuff the big black cock down her throat. She worshipped him with her hands and mouth until she felt his thick, hot seed shoot down into her belly. She maintained an air-tight seal with her lips and took giant gulps every time he filled her mouth, which was about once every few seconds. He groaned as he finally emptied his balls. Nikki belched loud "OMG, sorry. I'm soooo stuffed." She held her now aching, cum filled tummy. "It ain't no thing, baby. You know I love you." Shane responded. Nikki felt so lucky. Shane fucked lots of girls, but she was the only one he loved. Most white women would be lucky to get a night out of the week alone with their man, but Nikki got three. He had all the power and still worked to make her feel special. At that moment, Zoe, a statuesque black woman in a grey business suit entered the room with a clipboard. She wore small-framed glasses, a short skirt that showed off her long, stoking-clad legs and wore her hair in a tight bun. Her high heels clicked with every step as she approached the couple. Shane was one of the top black masters in the State and acquired businesses and property along with the women he subjugated. Zoe was pivotal in managing his growing network of assets "Good morning, sir. There are a few business items on the docket today. There is a planning meeting, concerning the construction of your new daycare center and we've got to make some hiring decisions. I know a few useless white girls around the estate that could fit the bill." "Is there any other news you want to tell us about?" Nikki smiled and rubbed Zoe's distended belly. Zoe always gave Nikki the cold shoulder. The look Zoe gave her sent ice water down Nikki's spine. Zoe sneered "Yes, I'm pregnant. The doctors say I have a very low birth cycle and will most likely only have one every decade. That said, I'm perfectly healthy." Zoe decided that she would let the gender of her baby be a surprise. She was conflicted on the subject. On the one hand, she wanted a boy so that he could be dominant and have his own slaves and estate. On the other, she wanted a girl since the black female population was likely to dwindle. Nikki could relate to her lack of fertility "I did a story on this. The virus changed the reproductive cycle so that women go into heat. Some women are fertile as Hell, while others only get one or two cycles in their lifetime. Mine is pretty slow too." Zoe stared into Nikki's eyes "Thanks for the clarification." She said sarcastically. The words dripped with venom. She returned her attention to Shane "I'm afraid I have a shift at the hospital and can't handle all of the action items." She handed Shane his schedule. Shane smiled "Zoe, I'm on top of it. You need to loosen up a bit. It's always business with you." Zoe tilted her head so she could make direct eye contact with Shane over her eye glasses. She pressed her finger to the center of the frame to push her glasses back into place. She then looked down on Nikki as she sat up in bed. Zoe moved a finger to Nikki's cheek and wiped a huge glob of cum off her cheek with her index finger. She looked back into Shane's eyes, stuck her tongue out and wiped the cum onto her tongue. She held the cum on her tongue for a moment before sliding it back past her plump lips and swallowing. "Yes, Sir." Nikki purred and walked out of the bedroom. Shane couldn't help but check out her gravity defying, thick, black ass as she sauntered away. Nikki gave Shane a punch to the arm that was meant to be more painful than playful. She watched her closest rival leave. No matter how hard Nikki tried to be nice, Zoe always tossed it right back in her face. Zoe was smart, hardworking and could really turn the heat up, despite her icy demeanor. Nikki put her jealousies aside and got ready for her day. Zoe strutted down the halls. The clicking of her heels sent women scurrying to look busy and it brought a smirk to her face. She loved the power that Shane gave her to bring order, but one woman was off-limits. 'The news bitch has to learn her place one way or another.' Zoe clenched her fist just thinking about Nikki, the primary irritation of her new life. She entered one of her favorite rooms in the huge estate. The only room where she had complete authority... 'Within reason' as Shane put it. The obvious contradiction didn't register, since Shane had authority in every aspect of her life. Shane never entered this room and didn't ask questions. Zoe walked inside the punishment room. Her fingers lightly touched the array of toys and BDSM tools that decorated the wall as she approached a young, naked redhead with incredibly pale skin. The girl's wrists were shackled above her head and she hung in the center of the room. The girl knew that Zoe was the only one who could let her go, so the redhead wasn't sure if she should be hopeful or fearful. Zoe gripped a riding crop and smiled at the poor girl. "Please, I didn't mean to...." The girl's pleading was cut short by Zoe, who calmly shushed her. "No, no, no. You're not talking your way out." Zoe's hand caressed her cheek softly. Zoe gave her a prolonged pause to let the girl's imagination run wild with what could happen next. "You know I'm a doctor, right?" Zoe asked. The bound girl just nodded her head. "Yes, I trained; worked day and night to be the best. I was respected. I was in one of the most important jobs in society. I was at the top of the food chain. I still am to a certain degree, but you know as well as I do that things went topsy turvy. Now I'm just part-time. Such a huge part of my life is now clearly a secondary priority. It was definitely an adjustment." Zoe's face moved close to the girl's heaving breasts. Her tongue made one long, slow lick across her right tit, followed by a love bite to her nipple. Zoe moved behind the girl. "You used to be the top of the food chain too. You thought this skin would shield you." Zoe's sharp nails trailed down her lily white back. The feeling danced between pleasure and pain. "But the World is different now and you have to adjust as well. We have a gentle-hearted master. He's worthy of worship, but it's a waste of his time to instill discipline, so he let me handle it. Do you know what that means?" The scared redhead could only shake her head in wide-eyed fear. "THAT MEANS HE CARES WHEN DUMB LITTLE SLUTS LIKE YOU DISRESPECT HIM AND DISRESPECT THIS HOUSE!!!" Zoe screamed at the now sobbing girl. The riding crop came crashing down to the back of her leg and the girl yelped. "He told us all to never sit in his favorite chair, but I find you there. Instead of doing your job, you're sitting in his chair with your feet up." Shots rained down across her back and ass "Like you haven't got a care in the World!" a particularly harsh blow hit her inner thigh. Zoe listened to the girl cry for a few moments before unshackling her. The girl fell to her knees and sobbed. "Stand up... I said stand up!" Zoe barked impatiently. When the girl stood, Zoe pinched her cheeks roughly with one hand "It will take some time to regain his trust and favor; I'm thinking a month off of Shane's schedule will do the trick." Zoe announced. The redhead's heart sank. Not fucking for a month was the worst blow of all. "Don't worry, you'll get some action. You'll be visiting my room every night of that month." Zoe smiled cruelly. "Now what do you say?" She chided. The girl wiped away tears "Thank you for giving me another chance... Ma'am." The near-hysterical girl responded. "Good... Now get out." Zoe dismissed her. The defeated girl slowly walked out of the room. Zoe was displeased with her lack of urgency and delivered a thunderous *SMACK* to her ass, which sent her scurrying and left a harsh red handprint. Zoe bit her lower lip and wished she could have gotten some action of her own, but it would have gotten in the way of putting the fear of God in the girl. Her only regret was that it wasn't Nikki at her mercy. .............................. Nikki received the finishing touches from the make-up lady as she waited to get on camera. Wardrobe gave her a hot pink cheerleader outfit as part of a sexy costume week promotion. 'The old me would never wear something so fun.' Nikki giggled to herself. She looked herself in the mirror and struck a few poses. She tried to do a short cheerleader routine, but she had no experience at all. "It's gonna be a great show." A deep voice came from behind. Nikki was startled, but relaxed when she turned and recognized her producer. "Oh... Paul. You scared me. Do I ever do a bad show?" Nikki joked. She spun around to give Paul a good view of her costume. The skirt rose high enough for Paul to see her matching pink panties. "Like my outfit?" She asked. Paul nodded approvingly and openly checked her out. Paul was a relatively good looking black man, who dressed well and didn't try hard to hide his admiration for the busty blonde anchor. Before the virus struck, Paul was a mere camera man, but quickly gained promotions as his mostly white male colleagues succumbed. "That Shane sure is a lucky man." He said as he licked his lips. Nikki's infected body was always horny and a good fuck would take the edge off "And he's going to stay a lucky man." Nikki smiled and left her dressing room. Nikki got hit on constantly, but she'd never dream of betraying Shane. Shane gave her more than enough sex and love to keep her from straying. Specifically in that order. Nikki sat down in her anchor chair and adjusted her cleavage as she waited for the signal to begin. "We're on in 5.. 4.. 3..." The new camera woman said before motioning '2, 1.' Nikki smiled "Good afternoon, I'm News Nikki and this is sexy costume week! If you haven't voted for what outfit you want to see me wearing, there is still time to go online and voice your opinion." Nikki winked. "Now for our top story. It's Day 41 in the ongoing siege of the Ezekiel Ranch in Northern Utah. The ranch is one of many make-shift quarantine zones against BPV that are often ignored by authorities. However, the ranch opened fire on some trespassing black teens, which sparked a police response. Thankfully, no one was injured, but the tense situation continues. We'll have more on the situation as it develops." Nikki got her real news out of the way. "Now a segment for the ladies out there; The last decade has been a confusing time to say the least and the social rules of dating have gone out the window. We can't sit back and expect the men to pursue us anymore. So what are the best ways to attract the big, strong nigga of your dreams? With me now is my BFF, sociologist Edith Bloom." Nikki announced. The camera turned to show the sociologist, wearing a matching cheerleader outfit, sitting next to Nikki "Hi Nikki, You're exactly right. It's hard to believe, but over half the female population is unclaimed. Ladies... I know BPV can work wonders for your looks, but that's true of all your competition. If you started off older, overweight or just plain ugly, the virus can only do so much, so you have to get out there and show that you're worth keeping. The black man has so many options that you have to stand out." Emily went on to include tips and tricks for attracting a good master, while warning against the pitfalls of attracting someone that will 'pump and dump you like a $2 ho'. Nikki felt so blessed to not have to go through such a process. During Edith's segment, she started reminiscing about how her relationship with Shane started. .................... 9 YEARS AGO (1 Year after initial exposure) Nicollet Vandenberg walked through 'No man's land'. The recently disputed territory was eerily quiet. It has been over a week since the last recorded violent incident. It felt like God was fed up with all the violence and unleashed a terrible punishment or a humanity saving gift. Nicollet wore a gas mask and walked through house after house. She observed soldiers, and male civilians from both sides with no will to fight or do anything. The women and children didn't ask questions and took the opportunity to get to safety. The virus still baffled most people, but Nicollet was pretty certain that it was a biological weapon that got loose. She knew it was terrible how the virus sucked the life out of most men, but in this instance it brought complete peace to an area that knew nothing but war. Despite her happiness over the sudden and unexpected peace, war was her bread and butter. Nicollet got in a car to head to the airport. Shane escorted her all day and sat right next to her in the car "I have to say, there's a much lower chance of us getting our asses blown off." Shane laughed. Nicollet sprayed some disinfectant and removed her mask "I wouldn't be too happy. At this rate we'll be out of jobs in a month. Also, why aren't you wearing a mask out there? Do you want to end up like one of those loafs?" Shane snickered "Out of all the news reports, I've never seen a single brotha get the bug. That's how I know this isn't a government concoction." Nicollet thought for a moment and was surprised at how much sense that made. Shane continued "Also, forgive me for not being heartbroken over losing this job. I put my life on the line and I'm not the one on camera that everyone admires." "Awww, without you I can't do any of it. You're in just as much danger." Nicollet gave her co-worker a reassuring hug. She gave his muscled arm a squeeze "Oh my God, have you been workin' out?" She asked. Shane was always in good shape as a bodyguard, but he seemed in top form now. "Maybe a little more than usual; It might be this new supplement I've been trying out." Shane commented. It was a long flight home. Nicollet knew she should be concerned about her career, the virus and what would happen to mankind, but her thoughts revolved around Shane. The man had kept her safe in 3 different continents and was like a brother to her. She was a strict professional and refused to have any relationship with a co-worker, but her heart raced every time he spoke to her. She even giggled like an idiot after he made a stupid joke 'God, what is wrong with me??' She thought to herself. As she waited for her luggage, she looked forward to going home, using her favorite toy and working through the sexual tension. She grabbed her bag and almost made it to a taxi when Shane spoke up "Jetlag usually keeps me up, so might as well get a drink. Join me?" It wasn't uncommon for Shane to offer a drink, but Nicollet always refused. This time she had more trouble saying no. "You've been stuck overseas with me for weeks and just got off a 14 hour flight. You're not sick of me yet?" Her question came off flirtier than she intended and she smiled up at him. Shane looked her in the eye "I'm never tired of you." His warmth melted her heart. She rationalized that it was just a drink and didn't mean anything. "Ummm... OK. What the Hell." She smiled and followed him. .................... "Nikki?.. Nikki, did you hear me?" Edith asked Nikki stirred "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I was daydreaming. You know us girls only think of one thing these days." She giggled. She knew the audience liked to see her little bimbo moments occasionally, so she played the part. After the show was done, Nikki got dressed to go home. She passed by Paul's office and heard moaning. Her reporter's sense of curiosity led her to take a peek. Paul wore nothing but a disheveled dress shirt and had his huge cock up Edith's ass, while one of the black interns stuffed her mouth. The girl must have had 3 feet of cock in her at once. Nikki knew that Paul owned Edith, so it wasn't much of a shock. Shane wasn't the sharing type with other men, so Nikki never had more than one black man at once. She had to admit she was curious. "Excuse me." Nikki heard a female voice from behind that caught her off guard. Nikki turned and saw a young, naked blonde with a tray of mixed drinks. Nikki simply got out of her way to let her pass. As she passed, Nikki saw her one and only tattoo on her lower back that read 'News Intern'. Paul noticed Nikki in the doorway "Hey everyone! There's Nikki trying to catch her next story." The room laughed and Nikki blushed with embarrassment. "This just in, Niggas fuck a bitch senseless!" He gave Edith a big smack on the ass with his joke. "By the way, this is Christina our newest intern. The white man wanted to make corporations people. If that's true they can be masters too. Christina is available to the whole building for anything if you get my meaning. No individual owns her." A giant bulge travelled up Edith's throat as the black intern pulled out of her mouth. Edith gasped for dear life. He then bent Christina over a desk and proceeded to fuck her. The black intern pulled her hair back roughly and Nikki could see the elation on her face. Nikki used to consider herself married to her job, but this was almost taking it literally. Christina even looked like a younger version of herself. Nikki realized that this was the future. Christina wouldn't distinguish herself on battlefields or by being a reporter, but by simply being the official office slut. This office whore would have her job someday. Paul leered at Nikki "Feel free to join our party, anytime." Nikki just blushed "Ummm no thanks." And walked away. She was a bit more weirded out than she'd expect and went straight home so Shane could comfort her. Shane hadn't come home yet and Nikki felt completely alone, despite the myriad of activities performed by dozens of women working for the household. Nikki had to wait until dinner to see Shane again. The main dining room typically hosted Shane and his seven 'core' girls. The other women in the house were all of lower class and often had to share nights with Shane. Each core girl got at least one night with Shane to themselves (unless they preferred to share) every three weeks. The Black Power Virus Ch. 05 Ch. 02 The Black Power Virus Ch. 5 Part 2: Mutations *WARNING* *This chapter is going to be a bit of a departure from the rest of the series. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I wanted to make the main character of this story a T-girl/futa. Think of her as a hot chick, with a built-in strap-on, who's out to get girls. She will NOT be interacting with men in this chapter. If you're not into the idea; you can move on to one of the three side stories that I'm posting along with this one: - Black Power Virus: Graduation - Black Power Virus: Gold Digger - Black Power Virus: Patient Zero I am still writing the more 'traditional' chapters, so don't abandon the series just yet. The side stories allow me to go into more detail about past characters and explore small elements of society. You've been warned, so don't give me grief about the decision itself. Tell me how I can make it better. This chapter will loop back to some of the core characters, so don't miss the end portion. As always, leave as much feedback as possible. If this chapter is popular, I might write a follow up. Enjoy* DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted in sexual situations are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist. This story contains heavy racial themes, so do not read if you are easily offended. 10 YEARS AFTER INITIAL EXPOSURE Zoe waited anxiously in her hospital bed to hear what the doctor had to say. "I'm sorry if we alarmed you, but the baby is totally healthy. It's female, but she'll be... different." The doctor said uncomfortably. "I knew she'd be special..." Zoe muttered to herself. The nurse handed the baby over to the new mother. Zoe saw no visible defects. She simply looked like a beautiful, black baby girl, until she looked below the waist. She had no idea how to feel. She was conflicted about wanting a boy or girl, but she ended up having a little of both. After some time to herself, she decided to use the name she picked for a potential girl, Keisha. With her very low birth cycle, it could very well be her only child. 6 YEARS LATER 16 YEARS AFTER INITIAL EXPOSURE All of Shane's young children were brought to the park to play. The group consisted of 4 boys, 18 girls and Keisha. The ages ranged from 6-10. The boys decided to play their favorite game 'harem trader'. It was like 'tag' except all the boys tagged as many girls as possible and the boy with the most (and 'best') girls in the end won. The girls scattered and one by one got tagged by one of the boys. Instead of running, Keisha tagged some of the girls. One of the boys tagged her, but she simply pushed him down to the ground and kept playing. Once all the girls were tagged, they grouped up depending on who tagged them. Keisha was tied for first place with 4 girls. One of the older boys got mad and said that she couldn't play, but Keisha slapped him so hard that he fell over crying "I'm going to play however the Hell I want!" she yelled. The next phase of the game consisted of the boys trading their girls between each other. Arguing and negotiation could go on for over an hour. Two of the boys argued over who would take Ms. Misumi's daughter Katsumi. "I don't want the teacher's pet, you take her!" One of the boys yelled before pushing the girl towards the other boy. "No, you take her! Asians look funny." The other boy pushed her back. Keisha could see that Katsumi was close to tears and she stepped forward "I'll trade all four of mine for her." The offer surprised both boys. After a moment, they both ran to Keisha's group and started arguing over those four girls. "I'm different too, but my Mom always says that different is just another word for special. Let's be friends." Keisha smiled. Katsumi always got picked on and felt valued by a peer for the first time. "OK." Katsumi nodded. Just like that, a life-long friendship/partnership was formed. 12 YEARS LATER 28 YEARS AFTER INITIAL EXPOSURE Zoe walked to her daughter's room to wake her up for breakfast. She opened the door and looked at her only child sleep peacefully. Keisha slept naked and a mere bed sheet covered her after the rest of her blankets slipped to the floor. The thin sheet, covering Keisha's heavy, gravity defying breasts, rose and fell with the soft breathing of the newly 18 year-old. Her whole body was well toned, lean and sculpted. The virus made her tall, fit and strong like the men, but without the bulging muscle. She was like a fitness model, but with breasts and ass to die for. Zoe knew that, under normal circumstances, Keisha would get snatched up by a good man in a heartbeat. She was a perfect, black woman with one very important difference. Zoe sighed, she had a slim hope that Keisha would follow in her own footsteps and become a doctor. That way, she could be a valuable member of the household without sex "Keisha, it's time for breakfast. Keisha stirred and slowly sat up and stretched. Her breasts bounced hypnotically in the open air and she opened her eyes. Her eyes sparkled with an extremely rare amethyst color. Her unique eye color led Keisha to highlight her hair purple and match her hair and make-up. "I'll be right down." She didn't care if anyone saw her breasts, but she tended to wrap up her lower half. The groggy teenager wrapped the sheet around her waist and got ready for the day. "Don't forget, Kat is coming home today. She just graduated from Sisters Bound by Bliss. You know... The one you got expelled from." Zoe passive-aggressively reminded. "Mom, you know they didn't build that school for me. Besides, they never proved I did anything wrong." Keisha countered. Despite the World going sex-crazed, under aged sex was limited as much as possible. The education system simply could not operate with mixed gender classes, so most schools strictly segregated by gender. In some regions, teen pregnancy rates actually dropped below pre-virus levels. Sisters Bound by Bliss was an all-girl prep school that had a perfect record until three students got pregnant within the locked down facility. The pregnancies happened after Keisha arrived and the incidents ended after she was expelled. Zoe saw the mischief in Keisha's smirk as she denied involvement, but dropped the subject and gave her privacy to change. Minutes later, Keisha came running down the stairs and sat across the breakfast table from Abigail "Mooooo... " Keisha taunted playfully " You're lookin' slim between broods, cowgirl." Keisha was the only one in the house with an appetite that rivaled the House's top broodmare. "Daddy likes some meat on the bone, so I'm going to have to change that before I look like one of you twigs." Abigail shot back. The two unlikely friends' eating habits would completely gross out the other women at the table. Everyone knew that Abigail would often eat for multiple children inside of her, but no one knew how Keisha could eat so much and look so fit. It had been a few months since Abigail dumped her last brood. The normally enormous woman slimmed down to an exaggerated hourglass, but her tits remained huge with milk. They each received a giant breakfast and gobbled it down as fast as possible. Near the end, Keisha sniffed something intoxicating in the air. Her eyes dilated, her heart raced, her nipples hardened and goosebumps formed all over her body. She sniffed more and more to take in as much as possible. Abby finished up while she was distracted. "Well, now that I'm done, it's time to feed the lil' ones." She got up to leave the room and the scent went with her. Keisha had no idea what came over her, but she couldn't resist following. As she got closer and closer, Keisha inhaled more. Finally, Keisha pulled Abby into an empty room. "Hey there, Abby..." Keisha grinned and locked the door behind her. "Ummm, hi again..." Abby looked confused "Can I help you with something?" Keisha sauntered over and got a real big whiff "I don't know why, but you smell divine." Keisha purred. The tall black girl looked down on the outrageously curvy white girl as her hands slid to her sides. Abby shifted uncomfortably "I don't know if we should do thi..." She said as she was cut off by Keisha's kiss. Abby felt Keisha's tongue slide in and massage her own. As the kiss went on, she got more and more excited. Keisha could feel Abby's heart pound as her feelings intensified. She gripped Abby's tits and they felt like they could explode. She even thought she could hear the milk slosh around. "Let me guess, you're getting into heat." Keisha said presumptively. "I started to feel it last night. I've been through it plenty, so I don't freak out like most girls." Abby explained. As she talked, Keisha noticed that she started to sweat. "I think I'm bringing it out in you. And vice versa." Keisha licked her cheek and ripped her top off violently. Abby's giant udders bounced free. The girl usually got milked after breakfast and was in desperate need of relief. Keisha smiled and latched her mouth to one of Abby's engorged nipples. Abby moaned as her lips eased the pressure. She looked down and saw Keisha taking gulp after gulp of her warm milk. To her surprise, Keisha never slowed down and emptied the giant tit. When she finished, she licked her lips and latched on to the other tit. Her greedy mouth kept gulping until she completely drained the white woman. Keisha stood up and started to undress. Abby made a very weak attempt to stop what was about to happen "I'm Shane's. He owns me, I just can't." Abby said, but her eyes remained on Keisha's crotch as she pulled down her tight blue jeans. It seemed impossible to hide such a thing in such tight pants, but Keisha pulled out a girl cock that looked even bigger than Shane's. Keisha's girl cock wasn't simply huge, it literally looked inhuman. The closest comparison would be to a horse's cock. A thick black sheath encased her shaft. The more aroused she got, the more her shaft stretched out the sheath and poked through to reveal itself. At full arousal, the sheath didn't even cover half the length. The thick tube of her shaft was a dark pink/purple and capped with a flattened head and long cum slit. Abby looked at a naked Keisha in all her glory. A gorgeous and powerful, black female body, with a black cock that any man would be proud to have. Any declared slave was free to have sex with any girl they wanted, but unauthorized sex with another man was highly taboo. Keisha looked at her prey hungrily "Your night with Shane isn't for days, but I'm here and aching." Keisha growled and spanked Abby's left ass cheek "I promise to pull out" she lied. Abby grappled with the temptation. For well over 20 years, her body was Shane's personal baby factory. She decided she deserved a treat. Abby the broodmare stripped. The heat made her skin hot to the touch and her pussy drool. Keisha hooked her arm behind one of Abby's legs and easily lifted her off the ground. She laid her down on the bed and just couldn't wait to bury herself inside Abby's hot oven. In one stroke, Keisha got halfway into the quivering woman. Abby was looser than most, but still groaned like a woman possessed. Her eyes followed Keisha's bouncing tits and she decided to return the favor. She opened wide to take in a black nipple and slurped it in. It also helped gag her moans and screaming. If Abby got caught, she could be kicked out of the house and shunned from any other respectable masters. Keisha licked the sweat off Abby's neck and it electrified her pleasure centers. Abby's heat seemed to have triggered a similar heat reaction in Keisha. She had an overwhelming urge to extinguish Abby's fire. Unlike those girls at school, Keisha didn't have to worry as much about hurting her. Keisha roughly thrust into her and quickly filled her completely. Despite the years with Shane and regular breedings, Abby felt herself getting lightly stretched. She gripped her own udders and suppressed a scream as her orgasm washed over her. Her pussy spasmed and squirted all over Keisha's lightly defined 6-pack. Abby looked up and watched Keisha's log slide all the way in and out. Youth granted her a speed and energy that drove Abby wild and forced another powerful orgasm. Keisha smirked down "Mmmm that's right. You fucking love it; don't you?" she slammed in harder and gripped her tits harshly. "Everyone thinks I should be ashamed and just fade away out of sight, but I'm stronger than any fucking man out there and deserve whatever white fuckpig I plow into." Keisha growled at the woman lost in orgasm and delivered a spank to her ass so hard that it left a handprint for days. She used Abby's tits as grips as she jackhammered her into oblivion. Keisha's eyes rolled up into her skull as she unloaded her own thick, black, girl cum into the human breeding stock. She shot half a dozen thick ropes inside Abby before pulling out. One shot plastered Abby's face before Keisha could jam the hunk of meat down her throat to fill her belly. Keisha loved watching her almost choke from the sheer volume. Keisha showed mercy and pulled out to let her gasp for breath. She even had enough to give Abby's huge tits a coat. Keisha massaged her now cum-slicked tits "when you pump out my brood, they own these tits. You understand me? Not a drop goes to any of the others." Abby was in a daze and lightly nodded before coughing and spitting up a little cum. Keisha got dressed and didn't bother cleaning the mess she made. LATER THAT DAY A few of the women of the house gathered to welcome Katsumi and the other graduates back home. At 18, they were considered old enough to seek out their own masters or to be traded by the man of the house. Some men simply kept their adult daughters as new slave girls, a practice that was frowned upon, but accepted. Shane had several daughters each year, so Katsumi was joined with a few of her half-sisters in her classes. The other girls came in and happily hugged their friends. Misumi came in with her daughter and was met with applause. Katsumi had graduated at the top of her class, which raised her value dramatically in the market for potential trades. Kat looked through the crowd and immediately ran to her best friend to give her a bear hug "Hi Keisha, it's been FOREVER! I missed you so much!" The longtime friends did their best to catch up before Misumi got between them and gave Keisha the stink-eye. Keisha was used to the treatment and fake smiled "Hello Miss Umi." The children often made the mistake of calling her that and it was one of Misumi's pet peeves. "Kat wanted my help in going through this binder of yours. It's a big decision." Keisha gently pulled a thick binder from Misumi's grasp. Kat chimed in "That's right Mom, I want to enjoy a little girl time before I'm shipped off to God knows who in God knows where." Keisha embraced her friend "Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to my half-sister." She said before giving Kat a big playfully sloppy lick on her cheek, which elicited a loud 'EWWWWW!' The two walked away laughing hysterically. Misumi stood there and was deeply irritated. The very idea of Keisha upset her whole understanding of the World. She firmly believed that all women needed submission to a man to attain any kind of harmony. Her daughter was valedictorian and deserved the best master possible. She prayed her relationship to Keisha wouldn't jeopardize her future. She shook her head and thought 'This generation was born without the slightest concept of decency.' As much as she wanted to keep her daughter away from Keisha, Misumi's mind kept drifting to her night with Shane. Maria invited her to share her night, which was unusual. Misumi didn't care if it was out of the ordinary. She'd never refuse an invitation. LATER THAT EVENING Misumi checked in on Keisha and her daughter one last time before heading to the master bedroom. It looked innocent, but Keisha had a look on her face that made her nervous. Misumi dressed in a silk kimono with nothing underneath. A lot of the girls liked to play up a theme or a stereotype about their race to distinguish themselves and Misumi was no different. She entered the room with Maria to meet their master for the night. Misumi always thought Maria had a grudge against her, so she was happy that her instincts were off. "I'm so grateful that you invited me to join. I will have to return the favor soon." Misumi said pleasantly. "I'd like that." Maria smiled for a moment before her expression reverted back to mild disdain. Shane was working on something and didn't look ready for bed, so Misumi took the opportunity to bring up her issue with Keisha. "Hello sir, I'm pleased to be here tonight with my host Maria. If you don't mind, may I ask you a question?" Shane looked up from the paperwork he was doing "Hmm.. Sure, ask away" he said, while half paying attention. "I wanted to ask if Keisha would be leaving this house soon. You don't allow any of your sons to stay past the age of 18, including my own son. However, Keisha turned 18 over a month ago and remains here. I think she is trouble." Misumi vented. Maria chimed in "Keisha doesn't exactly have an easy fit out there. She'll have nowhere to go." Shane put his papers away and turned to Misumi "I know you've never liked her, but she's not one of my sons and I agree with Maria. Let's not make that poor girl's life any more difficult. She can leave when she's good and ready." He checked out both of his girls "Now I hope you two didn't want to just discuss Keisha all night." Shane smiled. "God no!" Maria blurted out. She quickly stripped and revealed her beautifully light brown skin. Misumi quickly followed and let her kimono pool down at her feet. The two love slaves approached Shane and sat on each side of him. He kissed one, then the other and then made the two girls kiss. He watched the show as he stripped. They soon got to their knees in front of him. Maria looked at the scene "We're missing something." Maria quickly got on her phone "I need you to send a white girl to the master bedroom. Doesn't matter whom." In record time, a white maid showed up "Yes, sir? Ma'am?" "Strip and get your ass over here!" Maria barked. The young blonde rushed over and stripped her uniform. The three kneeled in front of Shane "Don't you love to see racial diversity?" Maria snickered. She stuck out her tongue and lapped at his balls " Look at what black power can do to inferior sluts like us." The three lovingly started licking at his big black pussy tamer. "I'm a Mexican slut and proud that my inferior race was enslaved by such a divine spear." Maria purred and sucked in over a foot of cock. The white girl got the picture "I'm a dumb white whore and I'll be punished until the end of time for what my ancestors foolishly did. I'm proud that the slave collars are now on the right necks. I'm proud that I've never known the touch of the white man's puny little boy's dick." Her mouth hungrily slurped on one of Shane's huge black balls. Misumi looked at the other two and then up into Shane's eyes "I'm an Asian bitch; the smallest and weakest race of them all. I'm proud that my tiny body can bring pleasure to a superior black master. I'm proud that my daughter worked so hard to be of the highest value and bring honor to your house." ............................... Meanwhile in Keisha's room, the two old friends caught up, told stories and found something hilariously wrong with every black master in Misumi's binder. "Oh my God, this guy's nose!" Kat laughed "No wonder he's only got 6 girls." "I bet his grandmother lives with him and he counts her." Keisha joked. Kat flipped through all the names and pictures and found something wrong with each "Too lanky, too big, has too many women, doesn't have enough women, this guy has yellow fever and I don't want to get lost in the crowd. How did this guy get fat? I thought the virus did most of the work?!" She got more and more frustrated. "There is just something wrong with this whole process." She pouted. The Black Power Virus Ch. 05 Ch. 02 Keisha closed the binder and set it to the side "You hit the nail on the head, this is a 'process' when it shouldn't be." Kat sounded intrigued "What do you mean?" Keisha continued "Almost 30 years ago, it was chaos. The virus hit, there weren't any rules, so people finally did what they wanted. No one knew how to act and they did what came naturally. They conquered or submitted." Keisha put on a devilish little smile and started unbuttoning Kat's blouse as she kept talking "Society tried to organize the chaos; make unwritten rules, set up those schools to teach you how to be a good slave, give you a binder to figure out who you'll serve for life... They want the submission without the conquest." Keisha purred with the last word and looked Kat in the eyes as her tits popped free. "I don't fit into their neat little World and I have a feeling you don't want to either." Kat looked into Keisha's sparkling purple eyes and kissed her. The two longtime friends shared a kiss in the making for 12 years. Kat's heart was beating out of her chest. Unlike Keisha, this was her first kiss (obviously not counting the now routine lesbian make-out sessions at school). The 5'2 Japanese girl had to crane her head up to kiss the 6'1 black girl. She felt a hand grasp one of her C cup breasts possessively. She wanted the kiss to last forever, but eventually it had to end. Kat decided to test Keisha's resolve "But we're sisters..." she said with fake concern. Keisha just smiled "Genetically, we're not much closer than our moms are to each other. Even if that weren't the case, would it matter?" Keisha twisted Kat's sensitive nipple and forced a moan to escape her lips. "No." Kat simply answered. Keisha grabbed what was left of Kat's blouse and ripped it open. They both started undressing quickly. Kat's lustful eyes ate up every inch of uncovered skin as it was revealed. She marveled over Keisha's flawless mocha-colored skin, the soft definition of her muscles and the veritable lead pipe that she struggled to pull out of her tight jeans. "Holy fuck..." Kat gasped as Keisha pulled out her giant, black girl-cock "She's perfect." Kat whispered dreamily. "Can I suck on her?" Kat asked half-jokingly. Keisha pet her friends' hair tenderly for a few moments. Kat soon felt Keisha's grip tighten and she was roughly pulled forward and forced to swallow over a foot and a half of cock. Her loving friend was replaced by a rough and demanding presence. Kat was a complete virgin, but she had lots of practice with toys over the years. Nothing could have really prepared her for Keisha greedily pushing down her throat and towards her stomach. Keisha hefted and squeezed one of her big tits as she happily face-fucked her friend. She looked down and saw that Kat's back was completely covered in a beautiful Japanese style tattoo. Sisters in Bliss liked to give their top students (and the wealthier ones) special skills/training and body modifications to make them stand out in the crowded slave girl market. Keisha snickered at the thought of them wasting all the time and effort on training Kat to please one of their 'disgraced' expulsions. Despite being half-impaled on black cock, Kat kept her composure and managed to breathe through her nose. She even managed to stick out her tongue and lap at Keisha's cum-heavy balls. "Mmmmm, I guess Ms. Goody-two-shoes learned something useful in school." Keisha complimented before withdrawing her entire length. Kat gasped with the sudden evacuation and felt her legs forced open. Keisha split her legs and started devouring Kat's tiny Japanese cunt. Keisha's long tongue sunk down deep and her plump lips slurped in everything. Keisha's strong arms easily lifted the ivory-skinned girl into the air, so she could eat sitting up. Kat looked down to see Keisha's rod standing dangerously underneath. After warming Kat up with a few orgasms, Keisha planted Kat onto her pulsing, black girl-cock. Unlike with Abby, Keisha was not 'compelled' by any heat. Keisha took her time to make Kat's first experience perfect... And to show her who's boss. "Those binder men are a bunch of pussies. I take what I want, when I want." Keisha growled as she controlled Kat's movements up and down the pole. She had a hand on Kat's hips and another wrapped around her neck, which gently choked her. Keisha enjoyed watching her struggle for air and looking thankful whenever she let her breathe. When Keisha thought she couldn't take more, Kat wiggled her way further down the shaft. Her juices lubricating the way. Kat's face was slightly red from lack of air and she could barely speak "Please make me yours..." she grunted. Her hand gripped one of Keisha's big tits and massaged it lovingly. Keisha let go of her throat and let her catch her breath. "So, you want to throw away your future on a bitch like me??" Keisha slapped her face and kept fucking her as she asked. "Are you willing to give everything up?" Another harsh smack hit Kat's porcelain white skin and would definitely leave a mark. Keisha had never really considered the possibility of 'owning' anyone until this very moment. Kat knew that she was a hot commodity at the moment and that her success brought her mother pride and her father a valuable piece to trade. She knew that she was throwing all of that away, but she couldn't bear the idea of separating from her dear friend and the thought of 'going bad' drove her wild in Keisha's arms. "Fuck YES, Ma'am!" she said with desire and fury in her eyes. She gripped Keisha's shoulders and used them to push herself up before sinking back down. Her inexperience never showed as she rode Keisha with wild enthusiasm. They never went to sleep that night. Kat's pent up sex drive carried her through four of Keisha's cum-gushing orgasms. Kat easily lost track of how many she experienced. Just when it seemed over and Kat was a fucked out, cum-drenched mess, she bent over "You only took 2 out of 3 virginities Ma'am" she purred. Keisha gave Kat's ass cheek a smack "Such an eager, naughty girl." She aimed for the hole that wasn't oozing her seed yet. She liked to be rough, but she didn't want to ruin her friend and new toy. Keisha gripped her ass cheeks and slowly buried her big black cock inch by inch into Kat's squirming ass. When she got as deep as she could go, Keisha gripped Kat's jet black hair and started sawing in and out of the exhausted girl. Kat closed her eyes and enjoyed Keisha's progressively forceful anal fucking. She had practiced with toys before, but this was her first real cock. Her cum-filled belly sloshed with the motion. Keisha had virtually shot a fire hose down her throat and her belly was terribly full. Her mother always told her that she wasn't a real woman until she became a three-hole slut for black cock. Kat giggled softly to herself as she appreciated the loop hole in language that she exploited. Kat gripped the sheets through her first anal orgasm and a milestone into Black dominated womanhood. ABOUT AN HOUR LATER Zoe walked down the halls to wake her daughter up for breakfast. To her surprise, a very naked Kat burst out from Keisha's room. The girl stumbled around like she was drunk and looked like she had been in a gangbang. She was fucked out of her mind and didn't even notice Zoe as she passed her on the way to the bathroom. Zoe then entered her daughter's room. Like most days, she slept peacefully, but the room reeked of sex. The bed was a gooey mess. Part of her was morbidly impressed that Keisha could cause such a scene, but she had to set her straight. Zoe shook Keisha's shoulder "Wake up..." Keisha was irritated that her short-lived sleep was interrupted, but shot up when she realized who was there "Oh shit, Mom!" Zoe looked her dead in the eyes "That shit you pulled with Katsumi ends this second. I had to pull a lot of strings to allow you to stay here past your 18th. Your father would be furious if he found out. She's his top trade at the moment. You are shitting where you eat. No one can know this happened." Keisha got a little angry "Just because you signed your life away to Shane doesn't mean he owns us. We're both 18. Kat is free to choose any man she wants... or woman." For the first time in her life, Zoe slapped Keisha "The only reason you are here, is because you're MY daughter and I promised you wouldn't make trouble. You're not just screwing yourself over, but you're screwing me and Katsumi. She could be the head of a major household or she could be thrown out on the street with you. Get dressed and clean this place up!" Zoe yelled before storming out. Keisha couldn't believe she got slapped. It seemed so unfair to be chastised for something that the men get rewarded for doing. Her Mother's words stuck with her as she cleaned her room, showered and got dressed. On the way to breakfast, Maria stood in the hallway with a big grin "Sooo... How did it go?" "It probably worked too well." Keisha replied. "I hated sharing my night, but it was worth it to know little Ms. Perfect's daughter was getting plowed." Maria smiled with resentful glee. "I bet if she wasn't occupied, she would have spent all night with Kat and that stupid binder. Wouldn't have stopped until she picked someone." "Thanks for keeping her off my back. I owe you one." Keisha winked and kept walking. SEVERAL HOURS LATER Katsumi finally ran into Keisha again in the afternoon and excitedly led her to a private area "I got to the shower and my legs wouldn't hold me up, so I had to sit down. Then I passed out for a few hours. That was so intense that I can't even remember parts of it. It was perfect in every way!" Kat hugged Keisha tightly. "I was actually planning on giving you this for your birthday, but it's even better now." Kat beamed and handed her a small box with a bow attached. Keisha looked at Kat to assess her reaction "My Mom walked in right after you. She said I was ruining your future and destroying your life. You could be some head of household somewhere, but I was going to get us kicked out onto the streets. She thought we should act like it didn't happen. What do you think?" Kat smiled confidently "I don't get a say in anything anymore. I spoke my peace last night. You're my future... Wherever that goes." Keisha gripped her hair roughly and pulled her in for a smoldering kiss "Don't say I never gave you an out. Now, let's see what this is." Keisha removed the bow and opened the box "Aren't I supposed to give you one of these?" Kat giggled "Well, I hope it's not like this one. This one isn't meant for a slave bitch." Keisha lifted the spiked collar out of the box. It was purple with 'T-BITCH' written in bold metallic lettering. At first, she thought it was a little silly. She tried it on and looked at herself in the mirror. She certainly didn't look like the meek, slave-girl bitches she saw every day. The other meaning for the word 'bitch' was dying in society, but she found it empowering. She wouldn't be pushed around to accommodate others "I love it." Keisha stated "I think I'll wear it to dinner tonight." LATER THAT EVENING The return of a graduating class became one of the biggest events of the year for any household. Six of Shane's daughters returned from school and were old enough to leave home and serve a master of their own. The father could choose where to send them to facilitate trades or business deals. Shane also had a son come home after graduating from African Spear Young Men's Academy. Shane started by announcing that any women he received in trade at the party would go to his graduating son to start his own family and house. He gave his son a hug and carried on hosting "You all know Master Malik, we've been friends and business partners for years. Why not swap daughters?" Everyone in the room cheered. Abby smiled at Shane's side as he introduced four of her daughters to their new master. The identical quadruplets wore daisy dukes and white tank tops. The matching brunettes gave their mother a hug and then kneeled in front of Malik. Malik sat and assessed his new playthings. The four girls approached and unbuckled his pants. One of the girls smiled up at him "We wanted to blow you as a team effort." She giggled. They pulled his impressive black cock out and Malik soon felt four perfectly in sync tongues lapping at him. One girl sucked and slurped his right ball, while another girl worked his left. Both girls tried and failed to fit the whole thing in their mouths. The other two girls ran their mouths up the sides of his shaft and took turns sucking the head. Malik smiled "Damn Nigga! You outdid yourself. I only have two to trade back today, but I added a little something to compensate." He snapped his fingers and two girls approached Shane's son with a briefcase. One of the girls was a rare breed; a half-black/half Asian girl. There was a brief uptick in black/Asian mixed births at the start of the outbreak resulting from Asian women who were impregnated before reaching stage 4 of the virus. At stage 4, the single race phenomenon kicked in and mixed race births became impossible unless one of the parents were already mixed and had a child of the same gender. The other woman was a tall, blonde Scandinavian woman "Daddy couldn't give you 4 of us, but he left us enough to buy a house." She opened the briefcase and revealed that it was full of brand new Malcolm X bills. Malik ignored all the cheers and thank yous. He shut his eyes and enjoyed the quadruple blowjob. To finish him off, the girls used their hands to stroke him. Eight white hands worked together to stroke the black shaft. When he came, each girl took turns sliding their mouths over his mushroom head and taking 3-4 shots. They didn't lose a drop through the entire process. When he finished cumming, the four backed off and all swallowed at the exact same time with a satisfying *GULP* sound. The crowd cheered at the performance. Meanwhile, Misumi looked around nervously for her daughter, but she was nowhere to be found. The idea of going missing at such a pivotal moment was inconceivable. She tried her best to look for her without drawing attention to the potential crisis. Shane clapped with the others "Those are my girls" he laughed. His son left the briefcase unattended, while he frantically started fucking the two girls. It was extremely hard for teens to make it to 18 without sex, so Shane couldn't blame him. "This next girl... I literally lost in a bet." The crowd laughed. "Sweetie, I'm sorry, but I bet Master Paul a Mexican bitch that the Hawks would win last year's championship... I gotta pay up." The crowd applauded as one of Maria's daughters walked up to Paul. She didn't seem too embarrassed to be lost in a bet. Her eyes showed burning desperation "Are you my new Daddy?" She purred and kissed him "I've been in heat for days... You need to plant some bitches or a nigga in my tummy RIGHT NOW." She growled and quickly led him to a spare bedroom. The crowd wanted a show, but let them get some privacy. "Last, but not least, the top rated young woman of her class, the valedictorian of Sisters in Bliss, my lovely daughter Katsumi!" The party exploded in applause and Kat finally made her entrance. The elegant, young Japanese girl wore nothing, but a very small, kimono-style robe and, more importantly, a red slave collar. Kat sauntered over to her father. The robe barely covered her ass. Shane and every one at the party were surprised by the collar "Sweetheart, someone already claimed you?" Shane looked more curious than angry. Kat felt nervous but nodded "Yes Daddy, I met a black cock that was so big and sexy that I had no choice, but to submit. My weak will is nothing in the face of black supremacy. I was conquered, enslaved and now have to wear their collar." Kat ran her fingers lovingly back and forth along her new collar "I'm sorry that I didn't consult you Daddy, but I couldn't be happier." All eyes moved back to Shane, who pondered the situation. Zoe expected rage and mayhem to follow. "You're of age and I don't own you. I wish you would have talked to me first and heard my suggestion, but I'm happy if you're happy." Kat was so happy to hear that and hugged her father tight "OK, now who's this slick nigga that stole my prize daughter away?" Now it was time for Keisha to make her entrance. Everyone heard the clicking of Keisha's platform pumps as she approached. She wore her new spiked collar, a black bustier that showed off her deep cleavage, a thigh-high skirt and fishnets. She carried a leash with her "Sorry Daddy, I let the bitch get away from me." Keisha snapped her leash onto Kat's collar and gave her a good tug "I know how you hate it when they think they're people". Misumi looked devastated as her greatest fear came to fruition. Zoe was furious. Shane and the rest of the crowd were speechless. Some didn't know about Keisha's unique physiology and the thought of a female master was unbelievable. After a little time to process, Shane said "So, you're going down this path. At least we know where you stand. I'm going to have to treat you like the boys and insist you get your own place. I'll give you a few days to get everything ready. Congratulations, I'm sure you can handle girls just as well as your momma." Shane gave Keisha a hug and his hesitant approval. Misumi was ready to scream, but Zoe beat her to the punch "What kind of a man are you to allow such a thing?! You two will leave this house TONIGHT!" Zoe stormed off without caring if she emasculated Shane in front of everyone. No one has ever seen her that furious. Zoe's long-vanquished nemesis Nikki, who now worked with the cleaning crew, managed to crack a smile as she heard the outburst, while sweeping the floors. LATER THAT EVENING Keisha packed her bags silently as her mother yelled and screamed at her. Keisha tuned most of it out, but the general theme was 'You threw away your life.' and 'My plans for you are ruined.' Keisha could only imagine the lecture Kat was getting at the moment. Over an hour passed of non-stop yelling before a familiar scent entered the air. Keisha sniffed and the same euphoria that took control with Abby washed over her. Her pupils dilated and she simply gawked at her mother. The sound of her voice seemed to be muffled and she watched her mouth move in slow motion. Her beautiful lips making hate-filled words that Keisha could no longer understand. A bead of sweat slid down Zoe's temple and Keisha wanted to lap it up so badly that it hurt. Her mother was in heat for the first time in almost 20 years and the timing was no coincidence. It was fate. Zoe's throat grew raw from the constant verbal barrage. Suddenly, it felt like someone turned up the heat. She wiped the sweat from her brow and started breathing harder. She sat down on the bed to rest for a moment and noticed the glazed look on Keisha's face. Zoe looked around to see what she was staring at, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Keisha looked like a hungry dog ready to pounce on a steak. Despite her anger, Zoe started to feel excited. She rubbed her legs together and felt a familiar wetness. Her eyes shot open with the realization. She slowly stood up "It doesn't look like there is anything else to say, so I'll leave you to pack." She tried to muster as much authority as she could, but her voice quivered. Keisha walked to the door with her mother as she tried to back out of the room and placed a hand on the door to block her exit. Keisha put her back to the door and continued to stare at her mother with her hungry purple eyes. Zoe could see the telltale signs of arousal all over Keisha. Her chest started to heave with her heavier breathing, her hands started to gently touch her own body and she bit her lower lip. In one fluid motion, Keisha ripped her skirt and panties off with an impressive strength. Her T-cock pulsed and grew with every heartbeat and she started to approach Zoe. The Black Power Virus Ch. 05 Ch. 02 Zoe was terrified, but her body didn't care who put out the fire inside her. She struggled to speak "Keisha... Sweetheart... This is wrong and you know it. Your sister Kat is one thing, but this is another. Don't do th...." Zoe was cut off by Keisha's hand gripping her throat. Keisha knew she could fight hard and resist her urges, at least long enough to let her mother escape, but she didn't feel like it after her mother's actions. "It's time for you to shut up for a change." Keisha growled and laid her down on the bed. "You didn't do all that for Shane, or for my benefit. You did it all for yourself, so you could be in control." Keisha ripped Zoe's clothes to shreds. Zoe's pussy was soaked and the proud woman couldn't help but start touching herself. Keisha removed her hand from her throat and started teasing Zoe's pussy with her cockhead. All she wanted was to see her mother lose control for a change. Zoe's mind was a blur. Her heat had been long overdue and it came on her with a vengeance. She looked down at the huge cock her daughter had and begged and squealed under her breath. Her hands tried to pull it in, but Keisha slapped them away. The frustration welled up deep inside her and Zoe cried out "God damn it! Just fuck me with it you monster!" Keisha slid her cock in and filled Zoe to capacity. Both women didn't particularly want to be there, but their bodies made it necessary. Keisha fucked her like she was in a hurry and chose to use more pain than pleasure. Zoe spent so much time delivering punishment, that she forgot what it was like to receive it. Keisha rained down slaps to Zoe's face and tits as she drove hard into her body. Zoe's heat drove Keisha into a frenzy in which she held nothing back. "I'm a monster huh? Well, I'm about to put another in you." Keisha soon finished her hate fucking and unloaded into her mother's vulnerable womb. Keisha then pulled out and left her mother laying there. Zoe laid on the bed in a stupor. Inside her body, her own grandchild started to grow. She would turn out to be an even more aggressive T-Bitch than Keisha. Keisha and Katsumi left their home that night; never to return. The two were now faced with the unappealing prospect of joining Atlanta's 'forgotten' class. They walked the streets and observed women without masters approaching cars. They watched a girl with jet black hair and hot pink highlights approach a car "Please sir... I have money... I can pay... I haven't been laid in a month and I'm going crazy!" the desperate girl pleaded. "How much you got?" The driver asked. The girl handed him a roll of bills so he could count. The driver simply sped away with the cash. She ran after the car for a moment, kicking the air and screaming obscenities. She looked frustrated to the point of tears. Keisha walked up to the girl "You have to pay for sex? What's wrong?" The girl turned around "You look straight out of a fancy house. Everyone in established houses want to act like we don't exist. I cheated on my master. Once word got out, I got blacklisted. No respectable man will touch me. I work as a God Damned accountant and can get by, but I feel like I'm going to die if I don't get laid soon." She talked in a jittery tone. The virus was not designed for women lacking access to big black cock. Keisha looked at the other girls approaching cars "Are they all cheaters?" "No, some of them couldn't get snatched up by a man. Some of them refuse to serve, but still come crawling back to the streets sooner or later." The girl pulled a cigarette out to smoke, while she chatted. Keisha looked at the environment and got an idea "If you let us stay with you, I can get you some." Keisha smiled and grabbed a cigarette from the girl's pack. "Are you serious? I have extra room. My name is Rose by the way." She sounded relieved. 20 MINUTES LATER Keisha, and Kat followed Rose to her apartment bedroom. Rose was curious when Keisha would call a man to come over. Keisha started to strip, she gripped Kat's collar "You see this? She belongs to me, isn't that right Kat?" Kat nodded, but Rose remained confused. Keisha slid down her panties and Rose gasped. They gaged her reaction for a few moments and Rose finally spoke up "I don't care at all. I'll do anything for that." Rose practically drooled. Kat got on her knees and gripped the huge black tool "Then maybe you should show respect and submission." She purred and slurped most of Keisha's pole down her tiny Asian throat. Rose quickly got on her knees to kneel with Kat. Rose was a white punk girl in her twenties. She had piercings and non-ownership tattoos decorating her pale skin. Kat kissed the girl, knowing that she'd soon be a sister slave. Rose then started to deep throat Keisha as much as she could to try and show her skill. Kat decided to play a supporting role in Rose's indoctrination and started gently sucking at Rose's nipple. Kat's most important job at the moment was finding and delivering slaves to her new Mistress. Keisha forced Rose to take her entire length and made her hold it for several moments. When she pulled out, Rose gasped and Keisha spanked her ass hard enough to leave a red hand print. Without warning, she shoved the girl over and sunk her girl cock in deep between her spread legs. She felt Rose convulse and twitch while impaled on her. A month of sexual tension quickly drained away and the girl sang. Keisha spent all night running Rose ragged. The goal wasn't to please Rose, but to get her talking to all the others. Through word of mouth, Keisha conquered all of the 'forgotten' girls one by one. They pooled their resources to please their new mistress. Over the years, Keisha turned the forgotten ghetto into a thriving gambling district. Prostitution was a failing business, but she used her slave girls to please the patrons, while the casino robbed them blind. Katsumi was the only one not to have to fuck for business. Even Keisha received female clients who wished to discreetly cheat on their masters. Keisha became somewhat of a local underworld figure and lived on the fringe of society. 60 YEARS LATER 88 YEARS AFTER INITIAL EXPOSURE The funeral started out as a solemn occasion. The man had no shortage of women crying over him as they laid him to rest. Once his body was put into the ground, the man's friends wasted little time trying to acquire his 'assets'. Funerals were becoming more and more like orgies these days and one woman was displeased with the very idea. She chose to leave the ceremony. The woman removed her veil. Dr. Vanessa Leblanc wasn't quite ready for a new master, so she took a walk. Though the funeral was a distasteful example of the consequences of her actions, the doctor still enjoyed walking around to take in the sights, sounds and smells of her accomplishment. She changed her appearance every so often to remain anonymous in the World she created, but the doctor hadn't aged a day since becoming infected with stage 5 of the virus. Her gift to herself was agelessness, virtual immortality. The common stage 4 version of the virus prolonged lifespans and kept people young-looking/active, but in no way kept them alive forever. Vanessa greedily kept stage 5 all to herself. She could not risk the secret getting out, even with her own children. Vanessa enjoyed her most recent master, because he never pried into her secrets. She maintained a lab and split her time. She contemplated taking on a special project, like figuring out a way to infect the small minority that were naturally immune to the virus. As she thought about it, she accidentally walked straight into an older black woman. "What's wrong with you, bitch! Aren't you looking where you are going?!" the woman yelled angrily and shoved Vanessa. Her hand made slight skin contact. Vanessa knew she was in the wrong, but was mad about the unnecessarily aggressive reaction. She was about to yell back some obscenities, but noticed that the woman was leaning against a wall. She clutched her chest and breathed hard before going into a seizure. Vanessa forgot her anger and went to help. Her medical training kicked in and she made sure she didn't bite her tongue. In Vanessa's arms, she soon noticed that the old woman's wrinkles started to disappear. Vanessa had not seen such a transformation in decades. The woman looked to be in her 80's (by post-virus standards) and quickly started to transform into someone in their twenties. Vanessa knew that her stage 5 virus only caused others to go to stage 4. The entire World has been at stage 4 for years. She had to get her to the lab to run tests "Hello? Ma'am... Can you hear me?" Keisha regained consciousness. She sat up and didn't feel the aches and pains of old age. She looked at her new youthful hands and screamed from surprise. "It's alright, I'm a doctor. Let me take you someplace so I can check you out." Vanessa pleaded. Keisha simply nodded and agreed to follow. She stood up on legs that had regained long-lost strength. Her fear faded and joy overtook her as she caught her reflection in a window "I feel incredible! I feel better than I did when I was young. How is this possible?" Vanessa led her to her car "Don't worry, we'll figure that out." Keisha rode in the car with the mysterious woman and couldn't help, but think she had seen her before. Keisha couldn't put her finger on it and she started to grow suspicious about coincidentally running into a doctor during such a miraculous transformation. Keisha generally didn't trust doctors. Vanessa drove to an abandoned building and led her to an underground floor. Keisha noted that there were surprisingly modern locks and strong doors for a decrepit facility. Vanessa opened a door leading to a well-maintained laboratory "I'm a research scientist and I thought it was a good idea to have a lab set aside to study the effects of the virus. I trust you not to let anyone know." Keisha nodded with the simple request. Vanessa quickly took a blood sample. In minutes she found out what happened. Keisha's unique DNA allowed her to replicate the stage 5 virus. Vanessa couldn't allow her to leave the facility. Keisha would never age again, but Vanessa could still contain or kill the subject. "It looks like you have a blood-born infection that interacted with the BPV in your system. Let me give you some penicillin to limit any harmful effects." Vanessa took a syringe and prepared a shot. "That bottle says 'flunitrazepam'. Are you trying to knock me out?" Keisha accused Vanessa. The doctor stood there gripping her syringe. The intensity of Vanessa's stare made it clear that the answer was 'yes'. Vanessa lunged at Keisha to try and inject the drug, but the newly-young black woman was far stronger. She gripped Vanessa's wrist so tightly that she was forced to drop her syringe. Once disarmed, Vanessa had no chance. Keisha quickly knocked her out cold with a single powerful punch. LATER Vanessa woke up and realized she was locked up. She looked around and new it was a cell she built to house 'test subjects'. Keisha soon walked by the bars, while reading some of Vanessa's lab notes "Oh good, you're up. I've been reading all about your research Ms. Leblanc." "That's Dr. Leblanc to you." Vanessa scowled. "I think you broke about every part of the Hippocratic Oath, so I'm going to stick with 'Ms.' If that's OK." Keisha taunted. "You've had quite a few unique people like me locked up in that cell. Men, women, the immune, the hyper-fertile..." "Mutants... like you. The virus mutated your DNA at conception in unforeseen ways. If you had given me some time, I could have told you everything about your condition." Vanessa said before a young Japanese woman walked in. "She would have killed you... After experimenting on you." Kat said, while holding up a vial of the stage 5 virus. "You somehow got a piece of her crowned jewel and the bitch refuses to share; not even with her own children." Kat informed Keisha. "By the way, I took a hit and feel great." Kat whispered to Vanessa. Vanessa was furious "God damn it! You can't be giving that out to just anybody. If people know about it, there will be chaos and overpopulation." "Don't worry, we're aware of just how big this thing is. We won't give it away... at least not for cheap." Keisha reassured her. Vanessa knew that she was in no position to make demands "What do you want from me?" "We're entrepreneurs and we see a lot of market value in the smaller genetic modifications that you've been working on." Keisha explained. "Along with Stage 5, we found a whole room full of interesting vials. Things that can change your body, mind, effects of the virus... The possibilities are endless. You really should have picked a harder passcode than the date of your own Federal holiday. Such an egotist... but I digress." Kat jiggled a small aerosol cartridge. "I always thought my eyes were kinda boring compared to Keisha's." Kat said before inhaling a shot. The Asian girl felt her eyes burn momentarily. When Kat opened her eyes, Keisha saw her eyes transform from a common brown to a lovely amber color "Works just as advertised. We'll need your help in making it more temporary, so the public will have to keep buying." Keisha explained. There were a wide variety of similar small-scale genetic modifiers in Vanessa's vault and Keisha knew it could be the start of a major business. "And if I refuse?" Vanessa attempted to sound in control of the situation. Keisha smiled "Mmmmm I thought you'd never ask..." She started to strip "From now on, I own you. You'll never get to fuck a man again." Keisha revealed the secret monster in her pants "This is the only kind of cock you're going to get. You seem pretty in control now, but I bet you need sex just as bad or worse than all the sluts out there that you created. If you don't help, I'll let you live out your eternal youth in this cell with not so much as a phallic shaped vegetable." Keisha pulled Kat in for a long French kiss "I can feel Stage 5 inside me, yelling at me to fuck this little Jap bitch." Keisha growled "I bet you feel it inside you too." She directed at Vanessa before stripping Kat's newly rejuvenated body. Vanessa gasped as she witnessed Keisha stuff her outrageous horse cock into the tiny Asian. Vanessa cursed her continued research after the events at the bunker. No matter how much she fucked and enjoyed herself, she couldn't quiet the scientist inside her. She created genetic modifications with no real intent to use them all (except the occasional change in appearance in-between masters to throw off questions about her age). She investigated and experimented on the few people in society that were affected by the virus unexpectedly or not affected at all. At first, the idea of this creature owning her (and her scientific abilities) sickened her, but she could not help but get turned on as she watched the intense fucking. "Fucking smack the shit out of me!" Kat screamed and laughed as Keisha pounded into her and slapped her face red. Kat got to be young and horny again and loved to be abused by her owner. "Dumb Asian whore! I'll remind you of what damage this body can do." Keisha pulled out and pushed into Kat's tight ass. Vanessa watched them fuck for 2 hours. Embarrassingly, she slipped her hand into her panties and got herself off during the show. She didn't want to submit, but part of her hoped that Keisha would walk into her cell and take her. Keisha stood over Kat's limp and cum coated body. She took a look at Vanessa "I don't think she's ripe yet." Keisha hoisted Kat over her shoulder and left the doctor alone in her cell. "Wait! What the fuck is going to happen to me?!" The Mad Scientist yelled. For the first time in decades, she did not feel in control of her own destiny. Terror creeped inside and her mind raced with potential outcomes. She had no idea what her captors would do next. Every day, her meals were delivered through a dumb waiter. It took a week for Keisha and Kat to return. They listened to Vanessa state her well thought out argument for release, before wordlessly moving to fuck in front of her all over again. It made no sense and drove Vanessa crazy. Once they finished, the two would leave without touching or speaking to their prisoner. Once a week, the process would repeat itself. It took a month of this treatment for Vanessa to stop being embarrassed about masturbating. After 2 months, she started to beg to join Keisha and Kat. 4 MONTHS AFTER INITIAL IMPRISONMENT Aside from sex, Vanessa was well taken care of. Kat made sure she had the necessities and brought some of her lab notes and books. Vanessa's hands shook as she scrawled chemical formulas for Keisha's line of temporary genetic modifiers. Vanessa dropped everything as Keisha walked into the room with Kat. "Hello, Ma'am, I've been working so hard on all the stuff you wanted. I have working formulas! I know I've been saying this every week, but I promise not to be bad. I'll do anything for you. I'll give you exactly what you want. I'll even stay in this cell forever. I just... NEED... you." Vanessa was about ready to cry. Keisha could smell the desperation in the air. She knew better than anyone how a lack of sex could affect a woman in the post-virus World. Keisha gave Kat a quick look, who nodded her approval. "It's been 4 months. I want you to remember this feeling, because if you double-cross me... Ever. I won't hesitate to put you in here for years at a time. We have all the time in the World, right?" Vanessa nodded her head "I wouldn't dream of it, Ma'am. I know I helped create the World we live in and made everyone rightfully submit to Black dominance, but I never really did. I always felt above everyone. I now know I was a hypocrite. I served black men, but I never truly gave myself. I failed to recognize that I myself am White and naturally inferior. If you take me, I am yours; body, mind and soul." "It's not your fault, it's their fault for not properly subjugating you. Men are complacent and weak." Keisha pulled out a collar that read 'Property of B.I.M.B.O Inc. - Head of R&D' and wrapped it around Vanessa's neck "Welcome to Biological Impulse Modification & Body Ornamentation INC." Keisha unzipped her jeans. Vanessa touched her first black cock in months and felt nothing but gratitude. Her mouth drooled and she sloppily blew Keisha to full hardness. It somehow brought back memories of Tyrone and her first real fuck. She did the math in her head and couldn't believe it was almost 120 years ago. She promised herself to never be that repressed girl again. Tonight, she promised to never go through the pain of being locked up without the object of her desires. She looked at Keisha's gorgeous black cock and decided it's just as deserving of worship. In that moment, she abandoned any thoughts of betrayal, but also knew that a good fucking could change her mind. Keisha easily slipped inside the desperate woman in one smooth motion. Vanessa completely forgot that Keisha was responsible for her confinement. Now she was an angel of mercy. Everything was right with the World again as Keisha pounded the living daylights out of the Mad Scientist. Vanessa saw stars and her body rejoiced with a powerful orgasm; the first of many. She suckled on Keisha's nipple and was slightly disappointed to not get any milk. She thought to herself that she could create something to fix that later, if her new mistress wanted it. Kat straddled Vanessa's face and loomed above her "You have a long way to go to make up for what you pulled against OUR owner." Kat showed off a tiny remote and smiled as she pushed a button. Vanessa screamed as her collar sent a powerful electric shock that rocked her body. Keisha felt the shock as well, since she was in direct contact with Vanessa, but her powerful body seemed to enjoy it. She moaned with the jolt and looked at Kat when it ended "You kinky bitch." She giggled and kissed her. The Black Power Virus Ch. 05 Nikki got the most time by far with three nights a week. Zoe got one night a week, since she was Shane's personal assistant, top manager of the house and acted as a doctor when necessary. Abigail, or 'Abby the cow' as some called her, was Shane's top breeder and got one night every two weeks. Abby was complete trailer trash and rumors swirled that she was inbred, but she continuously delivered 3-4 healthy babies per pregnancy. The 22 year old Southern brunette was enormous with her third pregnancy in four years and produced enough milk with her basketball-sized tits to feed most of the nursery. Maria was the Head maid and got one night every two weeks. The latina used to be a telenovela actress, but Shane put a stop to that with his big black cock. In reality she didn't do any cleaning herself, but she managed the maids/cleaners and looked incredible in her maid's uniform. Michelle, a French brunette and in charge of the nursery, and Misumi, a Japanese woman put in charge of early education, often worked together to raise Shane's children. The two each had some experience, but they were chosen for their complete zealotry towards the new order and adored teaching a woman's place. Michelle and Misumi each got a night every two weeks. Misumi's tiny body made it very hard to take on Shane by herself, so she often shared her night with others. Lastly was Nancy, the wife of a former industrialist. The virus rejuvenated her at an old age and sent her husband straight to the treatment center. The virus gave her another chance to live out her late thirties, but it didn't keep people young forever. She now looked to be in her late-forties. Shane and the household got a fortune in assets from her and indirectly from her husband. Nancy got a night every three weeks, but often declined it. She felt past her prime and simply enjoyed the newfound sisterhood with the other women. Her seat at the table was mostly honorary. Shane sat down to the table and servant girls instantly brought out the first course. A girl filled Shane's wine glass and he gave her a playful tap on the butt as a thank you. The servant girls brought Abby triple portions of everything and she inhaled anything in front of her. Nikki leaned towards Shane "I was wondering if I could speak to you in private." Shane dismissed the idea "You can talk openly, we're all family here. Am I right?" Everyone else at the table nodded. Everyone (except Zoe) was polite to Nikki's face, but she always felt tension with the other women. Their resentment was often hard to hide and Nancy was the only one making an effort to be nice to her. Nikki felt like she existed outside of the tight knit group and hesitated for a moment "Well, I know I got you last night and my next night is Saturday, but I was wondering if we could still spend some time tonight. I just wanted to talk and stuff." Nikki's simple request was met with shock from the other girls at the table. Zoe knew an argument would break out, but she didn't want to be seen as the instigator. Maria lashed out "Are you fucking kidding me?! It's MY night. I've been looking forward to this for two weeks. You got one last night and you'll get another in two days!" Maria stood up like she were going to attack Nikki "How greedy can you get, Bitch?!" she snarled. Shane spoke up "Whoa, whoa, hold on. No need for that." He gave Maria a look that told her 'You better sit and calm down'. Maria sat back down with a *humph*. "OK now, Nikki doesn't seem like she wants to steal your time. She's just got stuff she wants to talk about. So how about you two make a trade or something?" Shane proposed. Maria piped up "OK, how about I give you tonight and you give me all your days for two weeks?" Nikki was stunned "You want six days in exchange for one?! That's not fair." Maria snickered "You want to talk fair? I'm just flipping the formula here. It's like that all the time for me, Princess. That's the deal. Take it or leave it" Shane interrupted again "Maria, you're being unreasonable. I'm sure it won't take that long, so let's just give her a little time tonight." "NO" Zoe caught everyone off-guard with the forcefulness in which she spoke that word. No one had told Shane 'no' in years. Michelle gasped and Misumi looked positively offended. "Excuse me, Zoe? Don't I decide who I spend time with?" Shane couldn't believe he was getting resistance. "You put me in charge of scheduling and managing all these women. We already had an out of balance system and now you want to show even more favoritism? This has gone on long enough." Zoe stood up "She takes the deal or we walk." Her ultimatum spurred most of the women to stand with her. Michelle and Misumi stayed seated on principle. The very idea of opposing the man of the house was out of the question, but you could tell their hearts were with Zoe. Even the present lower-class servant girls stood with the mutineers. Nikki prayed that Shane would let them all go, so they could be alone and together again. Never in a million years did Shane see this coming. He realized that all this tension was his fault. He motioned for everyone to calm down "OK, I hear ya. Nikki, maybe you got too greedy and you forgot to think of the others. It might do you some good to switch schedules with Maria for two weeks." Nikki was crushed that Shane didn't stick up for her. Maria was ecstatic "Oh my God, this is the best. I promise not to hog it all to myself and share." She jabbed, while looking at Nikki. Nikki stormed off for her room. Zoe smiled and hoped this was just the start. Politics is defined as the distribution of resources and Shane's time was the only resource that every girl in that house cared about. Nikki ran off to the master bedroom, curled up and cried. She missed the old days and her thoughts returned to the night that she finally agreed to have a drink with Shane. ...................... The two dropped their bags off at Nicollet's (the closer of the two houses). She took a quick shower, let her hair out of her typical blonde bun and put on a blue dress that matched her eyes. Shane waited patiently downstairs and couldn't believe that she even owned a dress. He was used to seeing her covered in dirt and wearing a helmet/body armor with 'PRESS' scrawled across. "Oh snap, there was a woman under that the whole time!" Shane teased. Nicollet giggled "Oh stop it." She play hit his arm. She thought to herself 'I don't fucking giggle, ever. What the Hell?' She usually worked so hard to downplay her looks, but she was on full display tonight. A push-up bra propped up her D-cups and her blonde locks fell to her shoulders. She even put on some make-up. The two took a cab and went to an upscale bar and lounge. Nicollet had been to the bar several times and immediately noticed that all the men were black. The predominantly white, upper-class bar still had mostly white women. Nicollet noticed them all chatting and flirting. An interracial couple would not have been a big deal, but to have the entire bar full was definitely unusual. "I think the US has changed a bit sense we've been gone." Nicollet commented. "Told ya. Brothas don't get the bug." Shane replied. The atmosphere felt thick and crackled with sexual energy, despite the well-dressed, well-cultured patrons. Nicollet noticed that all the men looked to be in fantastic shape. Some of them seemed to be out on the town with multiple women. At one point, she saw one of the girls rubbing a man's crotch through his pants. Her jaw dropped when she saw the thing almost explode out from under his slacks. Shane noticed that Nicollet was distracted and could barely carry on a conversation as she took in the sights. A female server wearing a strange choker brought Shane a drink "Oh, I'm sorry. We didn't order anything yet." Nicollet said. "Compliments of the ladies at the booth." She said, while motioning towards a booth with three women. They waved at Shane. The drink came with a card with their numbers on it. Shane simply put the card in his pocket. "What the Hell?" Nicollet seemed confused. "Well, you're a professional, so this isn't a date or anything. Why not call them up later?" Shane sipped his drink and was amused at how annoyed Nicollet was. She decided to drop the subject and the two had a wonderful evening drinking and people watching. As the night went on, their people watching got racier and racier. They both knew something was very different culturally and they felt out of the loop. They returned to Nicollet's place late into the night. Shane looked Nicollet in the eyes and asked "Can I come in?" She hesitated for a few moments, her heart raced as if to scream to let him in "I don't think that's the best idea." She finally muttered. Her body language said she didn't agree with the statement. "I see, that's too bad, because my luggage is still inside." Shane remarked. Nicollet face palmed and felt so embarrassed "Oh my God, I'm sorry." She laughed and opened the door. When they got inside, Nicollet took her time to get to his bags. She handed Shane a piece of luggage. He grabbed the handle, but she wouldn't let go. Her hand disobeyed her brain and she looked deep into his eyes. Perfectly in sync, the two dropped the bag and kissed each other for the first time. Relief hit Nicollet as she gave in. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and spontaneously jumped on Shane and wrapped her legs around him. Shane coolly supported her weight by gripping her ass and walked her to the bedroom. He laid her down and broke the kiss "Are you sure about this?" He asked. Nicollet just nodded and raised her butt up to slip her dress up. Nicollet quickly undressed and then watched as Shane stripped. Her eyes drank him in and didn't blink the entire time. She covered her slack-jawed mouth with her hand when he dropped his pants "Holy shit..." Nicollet looked in wonder. She watched his cock quickly pump up with blood. The pulsing hunk of meat grew thick and long before her very eyes. She was a bit scared, but nothing would keep her from giving it a try. "I haven't had sex in over two years." She blurted "Please be gentle." She requested before spreading her legs and showing Shane his prize. Shane smiled "I've been covering your ass for years. I'm not going to let you get hurt now." He surprised her by lifting her legs up and eating out her tight, soaked, blonde pussy. Nicollet groaned loudly as Shane lapped and tongue fucked the intrepid reporter. She gripped the sheets and shut her eyes. His tongue could have easily gotten her off, but he teased her and kept her on the edge. Finally she started to beg "Please... Please fuck me. God damn it, I need you so bad." She almost wanted to cry. Shane stood up and gripped his giant, black pussy tamer. Nicollet felt small and helpless in the presence of such a muscled sex God. For the first time in her life, the concept of submission to a man became very real to her. She inhaled sharply when Shane pushed into her gently. His head alone stretched her opening obscenely. She was convinced that Shane could kill her with such a blunt instrument, but he eased into her with care. Her juices lubricated his path and the blonde squirmed with the slow impalement. Shane triumphantly buried his foot long cock into the stunned blonde and held it there, like a climber enjoying the view from the top of a mountain. Once he started thrusting, it didn't take long for Nicollet to scream, cum, scratch his back and beg for more. She saw stars as the onslaught rocked her body with orgasm after orgasm. Her skin grew red and slick with sweat as she exhausted herself during the hours of fucking. After an eternity, Shane pulled out and his cock shot cum like a firehose. Nicollet got glazed like a doughnut and her bed was ruined. She was covered in thick, white sludge. She scooped some up off her tits and found it tasted divine. The weeks went on; The virus progressed in both Shane and Nicollet. As their bodies changed, their fucking took over more and more of their lives. One Sunday evening, Nicollet was in a daze from an entire weekend marathon fuck session. Shane never seemed to tire, but Nicollet was completely sore and spent. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, but Shane gripped her ankle and pulled her towards his waiting cock. The virus got her through it all without damage, but she needed a break. When Shane took a break to use the bathroom, Nicollet reached for a pile of business cards on the nightstand. She dialed the number and waited "Hello, you might not remember me, but you bought a friend of mine a drink a while back. I think I bit off more than I could chew. I'm sure if you and your friends come over, he can make it a party." Nicollet paused when she saw Shane staring at her. Despite the look of betrayal on his face, Nicollet proceeded to give out their address and hung up. Nicollet adored Shane, but she simply couldn't do it alone. ..................... Back in the present, Nikki stayed curled up in bed when Shane popped through the door. "Well, that was a clusterfuck. Why would you ask for such a thing in front of everyone?" Shane asked. He never really got angry, so he seemed pretty on edge. "We're all family here." Nikki spat his words back at him. "Yeah, but I didn't think you'd ask for something like that. You almost get half the schedule. What did you think would happen?" Shane shot back. "I just wanted to hug you and tell you about my day, but that's apparently too much." Nikki was on the verge of tears again. "You invited other women into our bedroom, not me. Now you're mad about it. You really are being selfish." Shane decided to leave and sleep in another room of the house. He was in no mood to deal with Nikki. Meanwhile, Zoe was in her room. She sat naked on a small couch with her legs spread and luxuriated in the feeling of a white girl devouring her pregnant pussy. She squeezed her own tit and played with her nipple with one hand. The other hand gripped the girl's hair roughly and pulled her face to her needy snatch. Shane entered the room and was barely surprised to see a redhead with fresh welts servicing his black assistant. Zoe on the other hand was surprised to see her master so soon after the episode at dinner. She lifted the girl's hair up "Looks like I don't get to strap-on fuck your ass until later." Zoe kissed her hand and delivered a slap to her face "Now get out." The girl got up to leave, but took her time in hopes that Shane would circumvent her punishment and ask her to stay. "Is this the bitch that was in my chair?" Shane asked and Zoe confirmed with a nod. "You heard her, get out." The girl quickly left before she got in more trouble. Zoe stood up completely naked "I understand if you have to punish me, sir. I hated that whole scene, but I thought I did the right thing." Shane didn't look like he was too angry. He slipped his hands to the small of her back and pulled her in. "I understand I give her a lot of leeway. We have history. You did what you had to do, but I just wish things didn't have to get so dramatic." Shane and Zoe swayed to imaginary music as they talked. His hands stayed on her hips. "Everyone will get along if you just cut her nights. Everyone resents how she walks around like she's Queen of the house." Zoe's hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt. "I don't know, I'll think about it." He said as he gave her left ass cheek a firm squeeze. His other hand caressed her small, but growing baby bump. Zoe smiled "I don't know how I know, but I just know I'm growing something special." She pulled him in for a gentle kiss. Her typical aggression was gone when she was with Shane. She finished undressing him and got on her knees. She lovingly sucked his cock, while Shane gripped her by the back of her collar. The pressure on her neck reminded her that she was owned, despite all the power she had over the other women. Shane was the only one allowed to see her submissive side. She stroked him with both hands and sucked him until he bust a nut. Zoe chose to make it messy. She took huge gulps of cum and liked the idea of feeding her baby fresh protein from the source. Over a third of Shane's cum spilled out over Zoe's pregnant belly and tits. When she pulled away, she looked like she'd just been gangbanged. Nikki felt awful, so she went looking for Shane to apologize. One of the bedroom doors was open and she could hear the telltale sounds. Nikki approached the door and to her disgust she saw a cum glistening Zoe riding Shane reverse-cowgirl. She wasn't mad that he was fucking, but furious that out of all the women he chose the one most out to get her. Zoe didn't notice her at first, because she was building to a major orgasm. Shane liked her ass, so it was natural that they'd choose such a position. Zoe yelped when he gave her an unexpected spank and it triggered her orgasm. Zoe shook hard and squirted all over her room like a sprinkler. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and noticed Nikki. The bitch smiled and kept bouncing on Shane like a horny bunny. She looked straight at Nikki and rubbed her cum-slicked body. She put extra emphasis on her belly as if to say "That's right, Bitch. I'm fucking him on your night and carrying his young inside me." She licked her fingers clean and blew her a kiss. Nikki couldn't stand it and stormed away angrier than ever. After that night, Nikki and Shane didn't speak for over a week. Everyone in the house got reminded of how relationships worked before the virus. The highs of love eventually led to the lows of heartbreak. The other women saw it as a validation of their communal lifestyle. Nikki chose to focus on work during her two week schedule change. On day 13, she felt like she was losing her mind. She was accustomed to 3 nights a week of unbelievable sex and the void hit her particularly hard. She now came early to work to avoid the women that gloated over her situation at home. Christina the intern passed by Nikki's door and she immediately called her in. "Hi Nikki, can I get you something?" The perky blonde asked. The girl couldn't have been much older than 20, so the virus was due to give her a major growth spurt. Girls typically grew a cup size or two around their 21st birthday. Christina wore a flimsy pink tank top and a micro-mini skirt with no underwear to allow easy access. Nikki got up and shut the door "I'm going to eat you out." She said calmly. Christina was a bit confused at first. This was her first request from a woman in the office. "Now get in the chair." Nikki demanded. Christina complied, but was a bit intimidated. At least with the men of the office, she knew what to expect. Nikki kneeled and stuck her face under Christina's skirt. Just as she suspected, Christina's pussy was freshly fucked. Nikki lapped and sucked hard. She was determined to eat her cream pie. If Nikki couldn't fuck black, she could at least eat black cum. Nikki spent 20 minutes eating the intern out and got Christina off once or twice, but that was not her goal. Finally, Nikki stood up and licked her lips. She traded places with Christina and spread her legs in the chair "Now it's your turn." Christina hesitated for a moment. Nikki gave off an angry vibe that unnerved Christina. "You're a fucking whore, aren't you? So eat me out." Nikki growled and grabbed the girl's hair. She pulled her face forward and wrapped her legs around her head. Christina didn't really have a choice, so she did her best to please the older woman. Nikki enjoyed the first sexual attention she's had in two weeks and her very first lesbian experience. "What a silly little twat you are. You think you can come to MY station and just fuck your way into MY job? Don't you know who I am?!" Nikki ranted. The Black Power Virus Ch. 05 It was impossible for Christina to deny the accusation, so she just kept sucking Nikki's clit. Nikki only stopped ranting when she groaned and came. Her legs relaxed and Christina quickly left the room. Nikki didn't feel as bad as she thought she would and got ready for the show. "We're on in 5, 4, 3..." The camera woman motioned '2, 1'. Nikki's perky, upbeat attitude dropped during the last two weeks and it was becoming an issue. Her more conservative attire was a signal that her nearly forgotten professionalism was making a comeback. "Good evening, this is Nicollet Vandenberg and we start off tonight with a breakthrough in the Ezekial Ranch standoff. Authorities stormed the compound early on Day 54 of the siege and report zero casualties. Details are still coming in, but we can report that a female inside the compound broke away from the group. We will have a full report as the information comes into the station. Now we have some tips on being a better slut from Edith Bloom" Nikki said dryly. Edith was caught a little off guard, but went into her segment. Nikki was a bit depressed and didn't even care when Paul bitched her out after the show. When Nikki returned home, she was ostracized like the previous 12 days, until one of the maids approached her after dinner. "Master would like to see you in the master bedroom, immediately." Nikki's night wasn't until the next day, so she hoped it was an attempt at reconciliation. She hurried to get to the bedroom and saw Shane. She dropped the anger and just hugged him tight. The door shut behind her and startled her. When she turned around, she saw Zoe with a grin on her face. "What is she doing here?!" Nikki asked. "Greedy, greedy girl. You didn't see the schedule? It's my night and I invited you to join us." Zoe grinned. Nikki looked at Shane "You've got to be joking. You've never made me have a threesome before, and the last person I'd want it to be with..." she looked at Zoe and her shit eating grin. "Maybe that's part of the problem. You operate on a different set of rules and it's causing problems. I know you have beef with Zoe, but she invited you here to work things out. She's investing her time." Shane sounded reasonable as ever. Zoe slowly stripped off her suit to reveal the lingerie underneath. She wore a lacy black bra with matching panties, garter belt and fishnet stockings. Her pregnant belly just seemed to grow by the day. It stood out round and proud. She crooked her finger to beckon Nikki to come. Nikki nervously approached the black woman. "Kiss me." Zoe purred. Nikki hesitated and looked to Shane for support, but Zoe snapped her attention back "Don't look at him! Look at me. Now I said Kiss me." She growled Nikki felt the pressure to be a team player and kissed her rival. Their lips met and the two enemies embraced. Shane often had group sex, but never with Nikki. This was the first time he's ever seen her kiss another girl, so Shane got instantly turned on. He undressed and enjoyed the show. Nikki was surprised at how good it felt to kiss another girl. Her hand slid up and down Zoe's back and eventually slid over her shapely ass. Zoe took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Zoe sat down "take my panties off." Nikki kneeled and slid the panties down her legs. Nikki felt some deja-vu from earlier in the day, but with the roles reversed. "Kiss me." Zoe ordered again, but it was clear that the location changed. Nikki timidly lowered her face to Zoe's cunt and started licking. Zoe addressed Shane "You claimed this white bitch, but you didn't tame her like the others. You treated her like people." Nikki wanted to get up to argue, but Zoe clamped her thighs down on her face. "No bitch, you're right where you belong. You've been put on a pedestal for too long." Zoe gripped her hair and face fucked the blonde roughly. She grinded her pussy against Nikki's less than willing mouth. When Zoe had a nice orgasm, she released a pissed off Nikki. Zoe got on her hands and knees and pointed her ass at Nikki "Kiss me." Zoe said. Nikki looked for help "Shane, she can't talk to me like that! She can't make me do that..." she pleaded. Shane kept watching the scene "Do as she says." The Shane Nikki knew was not there. This Shane wanted to take Nikki down a peg and see things play out. Nikki saw no help coming and just wanted to get her relationship back on track. She sighed and submissively got on the bed with Zoe. Zoe felt like a winner when she felt Nikki's lips on her ass "mmmm good girl." She purred and licked her lips "Now I need to get my mouth around something." She told Shane. Shane was hard as a rock and moved to give Zoe access. Zoe had everything she wanted; Her man's cock in her mouth and her rival's mouth on her ass. Zoe didn't even have to tell Nikki to use her tongue. She groaned as she felt the white girl's tongue slide deep inside her "Ohhh you dirty, slut." Zoe gasped before lapping at Shane's giant balls. Zoe was desperate for cum and deep-throated the monster cock. She stroked him hard "Come on baby, I want you to slather me in it." After what seemed like an eternity, Zoe allowed Nikki to stop. Zoe flipped over and Shane immediately slid his entire cock into her pregnant slit. Nikki had to watch patiently as Zoe got fucked hard. Soon, Shane pulled out and completely drenched Zoe from head to toe. Her hair was soaked solid and her skin was slippery with his seed. Zoe pointed her cum covered foot at Nikki "Lick me." Nikki opened her mouth to protest, but Zoe simply smacked her in the face. "Don't talk back to your betters! Black is superior in EVERY way... Say it." Zoe demanded. Nikki lowered her head "Black is superior in every way... Ma'am." Nikki submitted and started licking Zoe's foot clean. Zoe was pleased "Doesn't she look better when she knows her place?" Shane looked at Nikki and didn't see any of the grit or fight that made her so attractive to him in the first place. She had grown weak in character and had lost his respect. He then looked at Zoe and saw nothing but strength and confidence. "She does look a lot better. Now clean up my woman's belly." Shane commanded. Nikki's heart sank when he called her that. Zoe completely won and there was nothing she could do. Nikki submitted once again and lapped the cum off of Zoe's big round belly. Nikki was little more than an attendant for the rest of the night as Shane and Zoe made love over and over again. The next day, Shane permanently revoked all of Nikki's one on one time and put her in charge of entertaining guests. At the same time, Shane gave Zoe a brand new collar that read 'QUEEN BITCH' and made her mistress of the house. 5 MONTHS LATER "I'm sad to say that I will be retiring after this broadcast. It's been an honor and a pleasure and I thank you all for tuning in. I'd like to introduce my replacement Christina, who I'm sure will do as good a job, if not better." Nikki said into the camera. Christina smiled "That's so sweet, but you can call me Chrissy." The young intern had a growth spurt and then some. It looked like she could bust out of her new E cup bra at any moment. After the broadcast, Nikki had to hurry home. Shane was hosting the retirement party, but she was expected to be the entertainment. The station fired her as soon as her contract expired. When Zoe knocked her down, she didn't have the will to perform at her job anymore. Zoe walked in as Nikki helped prepare for the party "I'm so glad you'll be focusing on the only job you're suited for. I'm sure we'll be entertaining more often." Zoe was due to give birth any day now, but still found time to taunt her defeated foe. "Yes Ma'am. I won't let you down." Nikki responded demurely. LATER THAT EVENING "I always wanted to fuck the bitch on the news." One of Shane's friends blurted out. Nikki smiled at him "Well, I am the entertainment." Her hand rubbed his crotch through his pants "And you'll never find a bigger nigger lovin' slut than me." She cooed. The man roughly ripped her shirt to expose a tit, which brought applause from the party goers. Nikki moaned like a whore when he bent her over and shoved his black cock deep inside. Soon after, a stranger shoved his cock in her face and she mindlessly started sucking. Paul attended the party and walked up to shake Shane's hand "You've got a real nice place here." Shane, with Zoe by his side, thanked him "We really put a lot of work into the place. Is that your white bitch?" Shane pointed at Edith. "Yep, she belongs to me." Paul responded. "We have a leash rule in effect. We can't have white sluts thinking they're one of us." Shane snickered. Paul leashed Edith and gave her a quick tug to show her who's boss. "That's much better." Shane unzipped his pants "Do you mind?" "By all means." Paul gave Shane the leash and went over to finally get a piece of ass from Nikki. A smirk grew on his face as he saw the girl that rejected him so many times. Nikki didn't even know who it was when Paul shoved his black staff up her ass. Nikki stopped trying to figure out how it all went so wrong. This was her life now. A public fucktoy to be trotted out so Shane's friends could say they fucked the girl on TV. She simply focused on the mind numbing pleasure and let them all fuck her stupid. Shane pounded Edith into the ground merely to show dominance "Repeat after me. Black is superior." "Black is superior" Edith mumbled while she got fucked into submission. Without being told, she repeated it over and over again like a mantra. Zoe quietly and calmly got one of the servant girls "It's time, get me to the hospital." Hours later, she went into labor and delivered a baby. The doctors took her away almost immediately, which scared the Hell out of Zoe. Eventually, a doctor came back in "I'm sorry if we alarmed you, but the baby is totally healthy. It's female, but she'll be... different" the doctor said uncomfortably. "I knew she'd be special..." Zoe muttered to herself. *As always, leave as much feedback as possible, since it encourages me to keep writing. Let me know if you are interested in writing your own chapters set in the universe. I left a fairly blank canvass set at the Ezekiel ranch, since everyone wanted to see a Mormon compound. I may or may not write a chapter about it, so I encourage someone to go for it as a side chapter.* The Black Power Virus: Gold Digger Hello BPV fans. This is a chapter that could have been a part of Chapter 3 in terms of timeline. It's a more cuckold-themed side story that takes place right at the start of the outbreak with a brief cameo from Cindy. As always, feedback keeps me writing. If you're not OK with heavy racial themes, than stop reading. If you're offended, why have you been reading up to this point? I'm going to delete any comments that don't deal directly with the story, so why bother trolling? DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted in sexual situations are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist. This story contains heavy racial themes, so do not read if you are easily offended. 2 WEEKS AFTER INITIAL EXPOSURE Cindy and Derek had some time to kill in New York for their second layover on their way to Europe. The happy couple couldn't complain, since the entire trip was bought and paid for by Dr. Vanessa Leblanc. Cindy did however feel guilty about the ulterior motive behind their trip. She wasn't stupid. She knew that every stop, every layover spread Vanessa's miracle virus to new areas and to people that never had a choice in the matter. Cindy loved her life, but still felt she deserved a choice. She knew that she'd spread the virus no matter what (unless she wanted to be a CDC lab rat or isolate herself), so she decided not to purposefully go out of her way to spread it. She'd live her life and let the chips fall where they may. The next flight didn't leave for an hour, so Cindy and Derek went to eat at one of the higher-end restaurants in the airport. ............. Genevieve was by all accounts; a bombshell. Her French-Canadian heritage gave her pale skin, dark black hair and stunning baby blue eyes. Her long shapely legs made her about 5'11''. When entering a room, her chest rarely failed to pull eyes from every angle and from every corner. She would snicker to herself as she heard boyfriends and husbands getting smacked by their significant others for sneaking peeks. She was definitely hot and she knew it all too well. She felt that her looks were a marketable skill and she put them to work getting the right husband to pamper her for life. This explained her engagement to Paul, her High School sweetheart. Paul was shorter, scrawny looking and didn't offer much to excite the dark buxom beauty, but he was finishing up Law school. More importantly, his father was a partner in a major New York law firm. After passing the BAR exam, Paul would have the connections to make it big, regardless of merit. Genevieve got a menial job to help support the couple, as Paul studied. She could feel her working days coming to an end. All the years with Paul would soon be paying off. She couldn't wait to quit her job as a hostess in an airport restaurant. She felt it was completely beneath her. A white woman and a black man came up to her podium. Genevieve didn't consider herself a racist, but something about interracial couples rubbed her the wrong way. She didn't really understand how a good looking white woman could date or marry 'beneath' her station. Genevieve observed the couple and they looked sickeningly in love. They looked like they simply couldn't be happier. Genevieve felt a void deep down that no amount of money Paul might make could fill. "It will be about 15 minutes. The name of your party is?" Genevieve asked. "Cindy." Cindy told the hostess and sat down to wait with Derek. Genevieve received several other parties and put them on the list. When it was Cindy's turn, Genevieve watched the couple laugh and kiss. She knew it was wrong, but she called up the next white couple on the list. Something hateful and envious inside of her wanted to ruin these people's day. After 25 minutes of waiting, Cindy started to notice the new comers getting seated before her. She wanted to give the hostess the benefit of the doubt. 10 more minutes passed and it was undeniable. Cindy walked up to the podium "Ummm, excuse me Miss, I believe we arrived before the last few couples. Did our name get lost on the list?" Cindy noticed her name circled with several names crossed out under hers. "I'm sorry Ma'am, those people had reservations and we're a bit busy today." Genevieve lied. "I don't think we'll have time to eat here now. Our flight leaves in 20 minutes." Cindy wanted to make her feel bad. "I'm sorry the wait was so long. I'm sure the food court can better serve your needs." Genevieve made a dismissive wave and tried to cover up a smirk during her apology, but failed. Cindy knew the real reason she was delayed. She didn't think she'd want to infect anyone on purpose, but this snotty bitch had it coming. Cindy moved around the podium "I understand you're ignorant and I forgive you." Cindy unexpectedly hugged the confused hostess. "But you gotta learn your lesson." Cindy lunged towards Genevieve's lips and gave her a kiss. Cindy left the stunned woman behind and couldn't resist summoning up her inner gypsy woman curse "Jungle Fever!" she said waving her hand, as if casting a spell, and laughing. Cindy grabbed Derek's hand and they got away before anyone could get them in trouble. Genevieve just stood there and had no idea what to make of the bizarre episode. She contemplated calling airport security, but decided not to share the embarrassing moment with others. She felt so violated that she thought she'd get sick. Unbeknownst to her, the virus was coursing through her body and just starting its transformation. Genevieve returned home to find her fiancée studying "Hey sweetie, how was your day?" Paul asked, oblivious to her foul mood. "I don't want to talk about it." She growled and sat on the couch. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes at Paul. It wasn't long before he came over to give her a foot massage. Genevieve had him so well trained. Paul knew that Genevieve was way out of his league, so he overlooked a lot of her bossiness and frustrating habits. "I'm sorry you had a rough day. I really appreciate you doing it, while I get ready for my exam. Once I pass, you won't have to work and we can finally get married." He smiled up at her. Genevieve couldn't help looking at him with contempt. She molded him little by little into what he was, but felt no real love for him. She even managed to convince him that she was 'saving herself' for her wedding day. He gave in at every turn. She started to wonder what it would be like if he just took control, grabbed her and had his way with her. Her fantasy tried to picture the smaller white man in front of her, but it just didn't seem right. The image of the black man with that crazy white woman popped into her head. He looked like he could take care of a woman. Genevieve imagined him fucking her raw for a few seconds before shaking it out of her head 'ewww, not my thing' She thought to herself. Paul went about rubbing Genevieve's feet and thought he could stare up at her all day. He knew she could treat him better, but he attributed that to the stress of her job. Once she quit and they got married, he'd finally be able to lose his virginity to his High School sweetheart. Paul didn't know it, but he was lucky (or tragically cursed, depending on your point of view) to be one of the tiny minority of people naturally immune to Dr. Vanessa Leblanc's virus. He would be completely free of the virus's effects, while his fiancée would be consumed by them. 1 WEEK LATER Genevieve entered the TSA security checkpoint on her way to work. She sighed when she saw the all black security team. Some of them never failed to openly ogle her and James was the worst. James was tall, had short dreads and looked pretty good in his TSA uniform if Genevieve had to be honest with herself. His crude jokes and lingering hands made her despise him. "Hey Boys!... Here Gene is trying to smuggle shit in again." James said the joke for the thousandth time, while checking out her tits "I'm gonna need you to take your coat off and run it through the detector." Genevieve sighed as she took off her coat and placed it through the X-ray. She crossed her arms over her considerable tits and walked through the metal detector. She hated having her name shortened by low class people, who couldn't pronounce it. Something beeped and James smiled "Stand over here and put your arms up, please." James slowly moved the wand over her curvy body "We might have to do a pat down." "That won't be necessary." The TSA supervisor stepped in. Lydia knew that James needed some serious sexual harassment counseling when it came to Genevieve. The strawberry blonde woman was in her mid-thirties and tried her best to supervise a professional security team. A lawsuit was the last thing she wanted. Genevieve smiled at the supervisor to say a silent thank you and walked away, while James got a scolding. Her mere presence unintentionally infected everyone in the immediate area with the virus. As she walked away, part of her felt a strange disappointment. James didn't seem like the kind of guy that would fall for the 'waiting for marriage' line. As the day went on, James invaded her day dreams, whether she wanted him to or not. She wondered what came over her and remembered the crazy woman's 'curse'. 'Naw... It can't be.' She thought to herself. 1 MONTH LATER Genevieve gritted her teeth in frustration. After undergoing a seemingly random sexual awakening, none of her male friends seemed to want to pay her any attention. Unlike Paul, Genevieve went through the occasional fling on the side. She kept it very discreet and made sure to never get caught. Over the last few weeks, her sex drive seemed to overload and she called on each and every one of her flings. One by one, they'd get excited to see her, have sex and then cut off all contact. It's as if they became too lazy or too tired to leave their homes. It made no sense! Paul remained, but she didn't feel much desire to fuck him. She'd have to bear through plenty of that after the wedding. On her way out, she heard strange noises from one of the private screening areas. She knew she shouldn't snoop, but her curiosity got the better of her. She could only see a silhouette, but she recognized the voices. "Holy fuck, James. Go slower! Go slower! They'll all hear us." Lydia urged her subordinate. The silhouette showed a male figure bending over a woman and slamming into her. She gasped and moaned with each thrust. Luckily, only Genevieve was around to hear. As the male silhouette pulled back, she could see a pretty long tube shape keeping them connected. Genevieve wasn't sure if James was that big or it was an optical illusion. "You love telling me what to do, huh Hoe? Well now I'm in charge and I'm gonna do what I do!" He spanked her ass so hard that she came on the spot. Genevieve could barely tell if her screams were pain or pleasure. She would normally be disgusted, but she stood there transfixed. Her tits were so sensitive lately and she absent mindedly rubbed them through her shirt. Before long, James decided to pull out "Give me that mouth." He barked at his supervisor. The male silhouette pulled the female's hair. Genevieve's face reacted with shock as she could actually see the silhouette jets of black cum fire point blank at the woman. She decided to move further away so she wouldn't be seen by the couple as they exited. The shadows quickly put themselves together. Lydia practically stumbled out of the security area with a big dumb grin on her face. The once professional woman had a wrinkly uniform, disheveled hair and even missed a glob of cum on her forehead. She tried to catch her breath as she slowly made herself presentable again. The weirdest part was that she looked much better than she did a month ago. She had a healthy looking aura of youth and energy. Genevieve was so turned on she could scream. Instead she continued on her way home. She noticed that the black TSA agents that she saw on a regular basis were all looking different. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but they looked bigger, taller and more confident. Girls passing through the security line seemed to flirt with them all the time now. The crazy woman's curse popped back into her brain. 'No, it really, really isn't that." She thought to herself. Not feeling confident about it anymore. That evening, Paul sat up in bed reading a text book when his gorgeous fiancée walked in. He stared at the lily-white skinned goddess in the dark purple teddy and his jaw dropped. She never looked better in her whole life. Each step towards the bed made her chest jiggle and made Paul forget everything else in existence. Genevieve had run out of options and thought she'd give Paul a chance "Hey there sweetie. Like what I picked up at the mall today?" Paul nodded dumbly for a moment "Ummm... Uh, yeah. You look amazing." He practically drooled. Her hands roamed his body and tossed his book away "I honestly don't think I can wait months for our honeymoon." She cooed and rubbed the hardening 4 inch penis in his boxers "I know you're the one for me, so why wait?" Poor Paul didn't see this coming and couldn't last long against his fiancée's hand. Shame crept over his face as he came all over her fingers. He saw the disappointment on her face and started talking a mile a minute "Sweetheart, of course I want to make love, but you made a commitment over so many years. You've only got a few months left. As you said, it will only make it that much more special. I think I should go to bed. I've got a big day tomorrow, Goodnight." He shut himself up and turned out the lamp on the nightstand. Genevieve wiped her hand with a tissue and wanted to beat her fiancée with a bat. She pouted and turned away to sleep. Her dreams carried her off to a deep dark jungle. She wore a safari vest and short shorts and cut through the vegetation with a machete. Paul walked behind her and carried her stuff like a pack mule. The two explored exotic locations until they were suddenly surrounded by African tribesmen. Paul tried to fend them off, but was pathetically outmatched by the physically fit, black warriors. Genevieve kept them away for a while, but was eventually overwhelmed. The warriors cheered as they carried the struggling woman to their village witch doctor. She immediately recognized the crazy woman that kissed her, Cindy. Cindy was stark naked, except for war paint all over her body. Cindy stripped the captive down for the enjoyment of the crowd and then decorated her body with similar body paint. Genevieve felt slick fingers paint streaks of red and blue down her supple body. Cindy yelled out gibberish, but Genevieve somehow understood that she said "Offer her to the War Chief!" She was carried to the biggest tent in the village. Naked white women roamed around, including Lydia. The war chief walked out and looked just like James. His sculpted body was covered in streaks of red paint and he wore nothing but a loin cloth. As she gazed upon him, her captors let her go. They knew that she was powerless to resist. Her bright blue eyes took in the sight of him. James ripped off his loincloth to reveal his monster, black warrior cock. Before Genevieve could feel fear over his size, she was turned around and ravished on a boulder in front of the entire tribe. Men and women cheered as the War Chief took another white wife. Genevieve cried out in ecstasy as the Chief made her his. When he forced her to submit completely, he allowed the tribe to use her as well. She was being gang fucked from all angles when she heard Paul's voice. "Sweetie... Sweetie?" Paul shook her awake "I think you're going to be late for work." Genevieve was drenched beneath the sheets and grunted in frustration "Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm getting up." Later that morning, Genevieve knew she would be late to work. She waited in the longest security line and waited patiently. Anxiety and apprehension co-mingled as she spent that time staring at James. She could definitely see that his uniform didn't fit properly anymore. It threatened to rip around the chest and possibly the biceps. She bit her lower lip and looked into James' eyes when her turn arrived. "Hey there Gene, you lookin' mighty fine. Even more than usual." James smiled at the sight. She didn't bother covering up her melon-like tits and instead showed them off with a low-cut blouse. Genevieve blushed and giggled a bit "Oh stop, you." Even she didn't mean to act so girly, but she couldn't help it. The metal detector went off when she walked through. She happened to be wearing her pair of jeans that always set them off. James waved the wand over her, as if it were any other person. Genevieve couldn't believe he chose today to act professionally "Who knows what I could be packing, am I right?" James smirked "Saying stuff like that will get you in trouble. Do I need to pat you down?" Genevieve attempted to play it cool "Whatever you think is best." James took her to the side and could see the look of glee come over her. He took his time and did a thorough job. When James touched her breasts, Genevieve shut her eyes and moaned "I'm sorry, I've just been really sensitive lately." She couldn't keep herself quiet whenever he passed over sensitive areas, which felt like her whole body. "You're good to go, Ma'am." James said with a teasing smile. He didn't know what was going on, but women seemed to fall all over themselves around him and his fellow black TSA agents. It even started happening to his friends and relatives. He wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. He could afford to have some fun with the now-desperate Gene "Have a nice day." Genevieve stood there and wanted to say something else, wanted to throw herself at him, but her pride won out. She kept her mouth shut, walked away and wanted to tear her hair out. She walked away with an exaggerated sway of her hips to show off her newly rounded ass and let him know what he was missing. The depressed girl changed clothes and carried on to her job. She couldn't quite play the pleasant hostess. By the end of the day, she slumped at her podium with her head in her arms. She thought back to Cindy, the woman that ruined her life 'That fucking, Bitch! How did she do this to me??' She lamented. Her hands trembled as she was tempted to touch herself under her skirt. "Table for two." A booming voice demanded. Genevieve looked up and straightened herself up as she saw James wearing regular clothes. Her heart skipped a beat, but dropped when she saw Lydia draped on his arm. She was also out of uniform and had a lovely pink evening dress on. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine Lydia as competition. The older woman looked younger and back in her prime. The virus benefitted the middle-aged woman far more than the young, beautiful hostess. She wasn't quite as pretty, but she was enough to make Genevieve nervous. Lydia stared daggers. She was no longer protecting the pretty young woman from the lecherous screener. It was her first 'date' with James and he just happened to choose the spot with the sexy hostess that happened to be in the airport she worked at. James was too important now to worry about what was workplace appropriate. She could lose her job, but she didn't care. Genevieve called a server to seat them. Before leaving, Lydia pulled James in for a steamy kiss. Her leg rose up along his side and the slit in her dress exposed her bare leg. Once she broke the kiss, she gave Genevieve a satisfied smirk. Genevieve couldn't let this stand. She approached their waitress and switched duties with her. She spied on the couple and saw them making out, to the general displeasure of the other customers. "Hi again, I'm actually going to be taking care of you today." The Black Power Virus: Gold Digger "Must have gotten demoted." Lydia sniped. "Sometimes I like to switch things up... For special people." Genevieve rubbed James' shoulders "I'm here to get you anything you need." She bent at the waist a little to expose some of her deep cleavage. James simply gave a drink order. Genevieve served the couple and the section of the restaurant. She stole as many glances as possible at the couple as they grew bolder and bolder. By the end of their meal, Lydia openly massaged James' crotch. Genevieve stopped in her tracks and could now see James' cock was no optical illusion. His manhood struggled to stay contained and threatened to rip the fabric of his pants. She got so excited, that she didn't even notice James looking right back at her. She went off into a hallway to cool off, try to force her mind off sex. Hands slid around her waist and pulled her towards a hard body. She could feel a bulge pressing into her backside. "Are we ever getting the check, Gene?" James whispered into her ear. One of his hands cupped her right breasts and her legs almost gave out on her. She said nothing and just let the black man that she barely knew touch her. His hand slid into her blouse and under her bra to squeeze her tit possessively. Genevieve cried out quietly in orgasm. She was too sensitive to take much. She slowly removed his hand and held it. For a moment, James thought she had come to her senses and would put a stop to it. Instead, she led him to her manager's empty office. Once inside she turned around to face her black warrior. She smiled and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. In moments, she freed her huge tits in front of him for the first time. James didn't want to toy with her anymore. He squeezed one tit and slurped the other nipple into his mouth. The other hand forcefully pulled down her panties. Gene was helpless against such an attack. She groaned and cried as James got her ready for her true conquest. James had never felt a wetter pussy in his life. The poor girl was dripping onto her boss's desk. "Unzip me." He ordered. Gene's hands shook as she unzipped his pants. She had trouble pulling it out at first, but eventually revealed the long hard shaft "Holy shit..." James lifted her up on the desk and pushed straight into his object of lust. Gene's eyes rolled up into her head and she thought she blacked out for a moment. None of her flings ever felt this good and they were easily twice the man that her fiancée was. She looked down and saw that he still had a lot of cock left to push into her. "Give it to me... Give it to me, you black motherfucker! Like you give it to that Lydia skank!" She yelled, not caring if anyone heard. James shoved an extra four inches into her to send her over the edge again. Her voice reached a new high octave. James wanted to make sure Gene never thought seriously of another white cock again. Once he buried himself completely in her snatch, he fucked her relentlessly. The virus improved his stamina way beyond his old limitations and he kept the high tempo going. Gene lost her mind and started to babble "Fucking niggers shouldn't fuck whites... It's not natural, it's not right." She talked to herself before cumming hard all over black dick. For a moment, her rational thoughts went to her past lovers and she remembered that they wore condoms. She looked at the powerful black man fucking her and didn't bother bringing it up. Her demands seemed trivial compared to his pleasure. She lost count of her orgasms and knew her boss' desk was ruined. Nothing would get the smell of pussy off of it at this point. James gripped both of her sensitive tits at the same time, pushed in deep and unloaded inside his fresh conquest. After a few strong spurts, he pulled out and shot the rest of his load over the young, engaged, white woman. Before they could even catch their breath, the manager walked in "What the Fuck?!" "I quit." Gene said with remarkable calm. She felt no shame at all. She quickly put on her blouse and fixed her skirt, before leaving. The two left in such a hurry that she didn't bother wiping the cum from her face and hair. James helped Gene walk, since her legs felt like rubber. Lydia saw the two and immediately caused a scene. After some screaming, slapping and hair pulling, airport security escorted all three out and they all lost their jobs. .............. The next day, Gene did not want to talk to her fiancée about how she lost her job for having sex on company property. She had nowhere to go, while pretending to be at work, so she visited James' home in Harlem. Gene was not used to the dirtier, poorer areas and hoped desperately that she didn't ruin her designer shoes. They ate at a diner that Gene normally wouldn't get caught dead in. However, she wanted to do what James wanted. Her body already screamed for James to take her to his home. She also remembered what happened the last time James took someone on a 'date'. Her tits were aching to be touched and she just wanted to get on her knees and let James titty fuck her in front of everyone. Gene looked around and got a lot of dirty looks from the black women in the restaurant. Some of them looked away when she made eye-contact, but others kept glaring at her. 'I guess I'm not a member of the tribe yet.' She thought to herself. Gene stood up and slid into James' lap to kiss him deeply. The women around could definitely see her tongue slide in. "Let's get out of here." She purred. James left some cash on the table and put his arm around the small of Gene's back. Gene moved it to her right ass cheek and gave some of the women a taunting wink. Gene hated James' building, but her pussy vetoed any concern that she had. She'd go to a garbage dump if she had to. The elevator was broken, so they had to climb up six flights of stairs. Each step made her regret her choice to wear heels. The walls had random stains and the carpet in the hallway felt sticky. They finally reached the apartment and stepped inside. Immediately, the two noticed a thumping noise coming from the bedroom. "God Damn it, Cous!... What have I told you about bringing bitches to MY bed?" James shouted. Gene looked and saw James' cousin fucking the living shit out of some white brunette. He pulled her shoulders back and pounded her from behind. When caught, he let go of her shoulders and she plopped face first into the bed. James' cousin was an imposing figure as he loomed over the skinny woman. The 6'5" man had prison tats all over his muscular arms. "We broke my bed last week, where am I supposed to fuck?" Gene's eyes grew wide as he slowly pulled his slick cock out of the thoroughly fucked white woman. It just didn't seem to end. James spoke up "Gonna have to buy a new one. Gene... This is my cousin Grady and this is..." He motioned towards the woman Grady tried to pull into the next room. "This is my bitch parole officer, or should I say... parole officer bitch." Grady snickered. She could barely stand, so Grady just hoisted the naked woman over his shoulder. On his way out, he looked Gene up and down "Damn Cous, you're doing better than I thought." He delivered an unexpected smack to Gene's ass before leaving. The chain of infection would be clear if they had known any better. Gene infected James, who passed it to Grady, who passed it to his parole officer. Gene couldn't wrap her head around why everyone around her changed so drastically. The people in that room were only a tiny fraction of the damage Cindy inflicted by kissing Genevieve. Gene was finally alone with James, but she still had Grady's cock in her head and the sting of his hand on her ass. James started to unbuckle his belt "Alone at last..." Gene hesitated for a moment; she had no desire to ever meet in such a place again "Maybe we can talk a bit. You know I have a fiancée, so maybe we can meet at a hotel next time. I don't want to..." James quickly pulled her mouth on his angry looking black cock to shut her up "Too good to come down here are you? Well I have bitches falling all over themselves to get at me lately. If you don't like it, you can get nigga dick somewhere else, understood?" Gene didn't expect to be sucking cock, she never did it for anyone and thought it was degrading. James' strong hands forced it deeper and deeper. She tried to get up, but eventually gave in. "I can tell you ain't sucked a lot of dick. Maybe cause your bitch fiancée doesn't have a mouthful, or a throatful like me." He put more pressure on the back of her head and tested out her gag reflex. Gene struggled to breathe as James' foot long cock forced its way down her gullet. Her hands tried to push him away involuntarily, but he wouldn't budge. She had never been treated anything like this. Men usually worshipped her and tried so hard to please her 'Now this bastard uses me like this, in this shithole?!' She thought to herself. Despite her anger, her hand moved between her legs. She'd never been wetter in all her life and just had to touch herself. Suddenly, he let her go and she gasped for air. "If we gonna fuck, I'm not tolerating that spoiled bitch attitude of yours for a second. Got it?!" James delivered his ultimatum. Gene just gave him her angry 'fuck me' stare in the eyes and moved her pussy over his tall standing dick. She maintained eye contact as she sunk her soaked pussy down on his shaft "Whatever you want." She purred. The room was silent, except for the wet squishing sound of Gene lowering herself onto James. Getting filled with thick, hard cock made her feel complete. She couldn't really think of anything her future father's money could buy that could bring her such joy. Halfway down his shaft, Gene clenched her legs together and shook in an orgasm so strong that she squirted all over James' chest. She rested her hands on his abs and squatted further down. Grady and nearby residents could hear her scream of pleasure. James gripped her hips and pulled her all the way down. He then picked her up and slammed her into the wall. He held her wrists together over her head with one hand. The other hand hooked under her knee to support her weight as he slam fucked her into the paper-thin walls. This gave him a great view of her bouncing tits, which he gave the occasional lick or bite. Meanwhile, Grady looked at his naked, passed out parole officer. She was completely fucked out. 'Maybe 4 hours was overdoing it...' Grady wondered. He watched the walls shake and could hear every moan from his cousins' room. Gene marveled at James' strength as he held her up and fucked her. She was quickly overwhelmed by his lightning fast and powerful thrusts. Being fucked above the ground and having her wrists held above her head made her feel bound and helpless. For the first time, Gene couldn't dictate terms and part of her loved James for it. James' thrusts grew slower, but much harder as he approached orgasm. He pulled her from the wall, held her hips and lifted her up and down his cock. With a loud grunt, he buried himself in his new bitch and blasted her with cum from the inside. The two collapsed on the bed and panted for air. Gene could see the imprint her back made in the poorly constructed wall. After a couple of minutes of rest, Grady walked in. He was still naked and hard as a rock. "Nigga, what you doin' back in here?" James yelled. "I know you go fast and hard, so I figured you'd be done in 15 minutes or so." Grady snickered. "Man, fuck you." James responded to the jab. "No offense, Cous; Just your style. I took too long with my girl and wore her out. I still gotta nut." He said and started eyeing Gene hungrily. Gene thought Grady was completely nuts. 'There's no way, James will want to give me up.' She thought to herself. "Whatever. Bitch, go suck his dick or something." James ordered dismissively and lay back down to rest. "What?!" Gene sat straight up. She was turned on by James taking control, but this was a step too far. Right when she planned on angrily bitching James out, her eyes locked back on Grady's giant swinging dick. It stood straight up and pulsed with his heartbeat. Gene stood transfixed. She bit her lip and thought about it for a moment. In reality, she didn't know James that much better than any other black man. Who cares where she got her black dick fix "I guess, if you want me to..." Gene conceded. She approached Grady and looked up at the hulking black man and his pussy enslaving rod. If Gene had passed him on the street a month ago, she would have fearfully clenched her purse. But now, her hand timidly grips his manhood, as if it could bite her. She first gripped him 5 inches above his base, then her other hand gripped him 5 inches higher. To her delight, there was plenty of cock remaining to worship with her mouth. She started to stroke him with both hands. She looked up into his eyes and opened her tiny mouth to engulf the fat head. It still tasted like pussy. She sucked the parole officer right off of him. After sucking him for a while, she started licking his shaft clean. Eventually moving to his bull sized balls. She couldn't believe a human could have such a pair. She lapped them lovingly. Grady figured there was plenty of time to be rough with her later. He let Gene explore on her own until she got him ready to cum. She stroked him with both hands and swirled her tongue over his head when Grady held her head in place. His head made an airtight seal around her mouth when he shot his load. Gene struggled not to choke. Each blast filled her mouth and forced her to swallow fast. She used to hate the idea of swallowing, but Grady's cum was thick and tasted divine. James watched Gene's throat bulge with every *GULP* that he heard. *GULP* ... *GULP* ... *GULP* ... *GULP*........ *GULP* Grady finally started to slow down. Gene squeezed every drop out and caught the last drop with her tongue. "Holy fuck, I'm full." She groaned in slight discomfort. It still didn't stop her from lovingly licking him clean. She snuggled her face into his dick "I think I'm in love..." 1 WEEK LATER Paul was freaking out as he waited for his fiancée to come home from work. His whole relationship was in jeopardy and every second ached. He had noticed her acting strangely, but didn't think much of it until today. He sat at their kitchen table and stood the moment she walked in the door. Gene was walking funny again and had a big dumb grin on her face. She looked high and her skin was decorated with bruises and bite marks. Before, she tried to at least appear presentable when she got home, but now she didn't seem to care. "Hey hon, how was school today?" she giggled when she asked. "It was fine... Genevieve, how was work?" Paul retorted with a much more serious tone. "Work was great, work was the best. Just call me Gene now. Everyone else does." Her legs were wobbly as she went to the fridge. "I got a call today... They talked about sending your final pay check in the mail. I got quite the earful. They wanted to press charges for lewd behavior, but I convinced them not to tangle with my Dad and his firm. Got anything you wanted to say to me?" Paul looked at her accusingly. Gene looked at Paul and smiled "Awwww little boy looks adorable when he's mad." Gene walked over and condescendingly patted his cheek. She looked him deep in the eyes for a long time. He flinched first and looked down. "Baby, I don't really care. I've had a long day. I'm taking a shower and going to bed." Paul was flabbergasted. 'How could she be so non-chalant? How could she treat me this way?!' He thought long and hard about it. Plans for the wedding were already in progress, reservations made, deposits paid. More importantly, calling off the wedding would be a huge embarrassment. His father always told him that Genevieve was wrong for him. His gut told him that she cheated on him, but there was no definitive proof. 'Maybe she's going through a phase right before the wedding...' a small piece of him wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. Despite his best judgment, he joined his sleeping fiancée in bed and dropped the subject entirely. Deep down, he knew it would only get worse. ........... After that night, Gene simply went to James' place every day without giving Paul an explanation. Losing their jobs forced James to come up with a creative solution for making money. ........... The old Cadillac rocked back and forth in the seedy alley way. Gene pushed her palm into the roof and rode the black cock for all she was worth. Her G cups bounced violently in the man's face. He didn't have the same stamina as Grady or James, so he couldn't take much more. He lifted her hips and started pounding her so hard that her head kept knocking into the roof of the car. The man had a respectable cock, but nothing on par with what she was used to. The virus would soon change that. He sped up and came hard inside her. "Ohhh, Jesus. That was the best of my life. Never thought a white girl like you would be hooking in this neighborhood." The man was breathless and completely satisfied. He put a wad of cash in Gene's fishnets. Gene took the money. It was pretty decent sex, but just a taste of what was to come at James' big party. She didn't feel too bad about being a whore, since she wanted to fuck all day anyway. Besides, she was planning on marrying Paul for his family money. She simply shifted to more honest whoring. Her heels clacked down the dirty alley 'Oh shit, I gotta get home for the party!' Gene thought, before realizing that she didn't mean her home with Paul. Once she got there, Grady was smoking a joint with Lydia and Janine the parole officer. All three were stark naked. Gene had made peace with the former TSA supervisor when both accepted that they weren't enough woman for James. She simply stripped and joined in. Before long, the three started theorizing as to how everyone they knew got so sex crazed. "I told you all, this crazy bitch kissed me, and put a damned 'jungle fever' curse on me." Gene took a drag, held it in and exhaled "What I don't get is how come everyone else is going just as crazy. Everyone except Paul." Gene giggled. Janine was next to take a hit "Maybe she gave you some weird sex disease and you pass it around. But only for black guys." Everyone looked at Janine for a long pause and then burst into uncontrollable laughter. James walked in "Damn it Grady! You're getting all the bitches fucked up before the party!" "Don't worry, Cous... I ain't touched them for a minute. They'll be good and loose for the boys." Grady's fingers gently stroked Gene's cheek and she just wanted to melt. Everyone heard a knock at the door and James suggested that Gene answer. She got a little smirk on her face and sauntered over to the door. Almost a dozen of James' friends and acquaintances were met with the sight of the naked, raven haired, voluptuous beauty. They immediately perked up. Half of them thought James was joking with the invitation. Gene grabbed the first mans' hands, turned into him and let him embrace her from behind as they walked in together into the apartment. "Your guests are here." She announced happily. The group saw Lydia and Janine and knew that James wasn't exaggerating. One of them gave him a hug along with a few hundred dollars per man for 'admission'. "Damn, motherfucker! I thought you were talking shit!" Gene handed James her wad of cash from working "Did I make enough to join the party?" James couldn't believe Gene would pay to join, since she was the main attraction. But he took the money none the less. Gene looked at the small crowd of young black men and didn't recognize anyone except little Charlie. Weeks ago, James had Gene fuck the scrawny, nervous young man to build up his confidence. Gene couldn't believe how much he had changed. He was definitely taller, he put on some serious muscle and looked perfectly at home when he approached Gene to rub her ass. "Hey there, I've gone through a little bit of a growth spurt since I saw you last." The Black Power Virus: Gold Digger Gene's hands explored his firm chest "I can see that." The first time around, Gene was a little disappointed by his 6 inch cock, but thought he was a sweet and shy 20 year old. Her hands kept roaming and reached his pants. When she slipped her hand in, she pulled out something far more impressive. "What the fuck?..." Gene stroked Charlie and watched him grow to 10 inches. Possibly more. "How is this possible??" Gene wondered aloud. "Who cares?" Charlie pushed her down to stuff her mouth with his cock. The other men in the group high-fived each other "Never thought Little Charlie would take the first hoe." A random man commented. The men quickly started disrobing and pulled Janine into the room. "James, how did your broke ass get such top shelf pussy?" Janine bent at the waist immediately and moaned loudly when she felt a harsh smack to her cherry shaped ass. Five men descended on her and she was quickly surrounded. Some of the men watched in awe as Lydia slid up and down Grady's enormous cock. They couldn't believe how big he was, but they were truly astonished that the strawberry blonde could take so much dick. She was in a reverse cowgirl position and faced the group of men. They could see every twitch, every emotion as she happily rode the black bull. Some of the men felt emasculated, but the virus worked its way into each and every one of them. In a month's time, they'd be able to compete with such a man. 'Little' Charlie had the benefit of being infected during his first encounter with Gene. He yanked her by the hair to get her hungry mouth off of his cock. He shoved her face towards Janine's pussy. Gene didn't have any particular bi tendencies, but she knew that the men would like to see her eat the bitch out. 'Excited men means better fucking...' Gene rationalized in her primitive one-track mind. Her tongue slid right into the excited parole officer and made her clench her thighs around Gene's head. Gene decided that she sorta liked eating pussy when Charlie plunged deep inside her from behind. Her moans were muffled, but Janine made enough noise for the both of them. From then on, it was a free for all. Janine felt like a fat kid in a candy store. Her eyes wandered from cock to cock. It took her a moment to decide, but she grabbed two and stuffed her mouth with a third. Gene's tongue felt nice, but there was no proper substitute for someone like Grady or James in her pussy. Janine got a work out stroking two guys and sucking another at the same time. She couldn't believe that she used to spend her days locking black people up. Once she discovered black cock, she became the most lenient parole officer possible. She didn't really care what they did, as long as they bribed her with a hard fucking. Gene felt Janine shake and cum from her mouth and her legs loosened their grip on her face. She took a breath and was met with Grady's cum canon aimed directly at her face. Without warning, he went off at point blank range. Her face was instantly blasted with thick jizz. She opened her mouth in shock and learned what it meant to drink from a fire hose. She almost choked, but took control of her gag reflex and guzzled down the next few shots. Grady eventually aimed at her tits when she couldn't swallow anymore. When Gene stood up, she looked like she was gangbanged by the whole building. The sight of the cum-drenched woman somewhat deflated the atmosphere in the room. Everyone felt emasculated and embarrassed when James checked in. "Janine, Lydia why don't you take this party into the other room." Everyone moved except for Gene and Grady. "What the fuck Grady?! You're screwing everything up. You don't contribute at all. I think it's time you moved out. I need my own space." Grady looked at James dismissively "Whateva, nigga. Throw me out for being me at a party." He tried to guilt trip James. A smile started to curl on Gene's face "Ummmm, I think I have an idea that benefits everyone." ............ Paul should have been studying, but Genevieve never left his thoughts. 'What was she doing all day? Is she getting cold feet? Acting out before the wedding? Am I being paranoid?' The questions swirled in his mind. He felt like he was going to be sick. The door opened and Genevieve walked inside. For a moment, he was just happy to have her come back. She didn't decide to leave him forever. However, she was closely followed by a tall, dangerous looking black man. "Baby, this is my work colleague's cousin Grady. He's fallen on hard times and I offered to let him use our guest room." Paul had no idea what to think as he looked up at the tall, muscular black man. This was the last thing he expected to happen. One thing was sure though, Genevieve would never cheat on him with a black guy. She thought they were low class. Paul thought her racism was distasteful, but it was one of the many things that he didn't call her out on. He warily put his hand out to shake. Grady shook his hand with a death grip. Paul wanted to yell out in pain, but tried his best to not show it. "Pleasure to meet you, I hope this is only for a few weeks. My old lady kicked me out and I hope to patch things up." Grady lied. Grady's excuse somewhat put Paul at ease "I'm sure you'll get her soon." Gene almost wanted to laugh at her sad fiancée's prophetic words. Grady acted like a gentleman for the rest of the night and tried his best to put the white boy at ease. Grady wouldn't be fucking as much for the moment, but he would enjoy this new game. He had nothing personally against Paul, but a white cop arrested him, a white judge and white jury put him away and white gangs made prison hard to deal with. He hated white boys and loved nothing more than taking away their women. Over the next week, Grady was an awkward presence in the house for Paul. He never seemed to wear a shirt, which caused both white people in the house to stare and sneak glances. Paul was downright intimidated and tried his best to stay on Grady's good side. He was easily 100 pounds of muscle more than the scrawny white boy. Genevieve just seemed to act way more feminine around him. She didn't have the same harsh edge to her personality. She smiled adoringly at him and made way more physical contact. A touch of the arm here, a friendly hug there, etc... It made Paul feel like the third wheel. One night, Paul was cooking dinner as Grady and Genevieve watched a horror movie. He wore an apron and walked in to ask a question, but the words caught in his throat. The horror movie was playing a short sex scene (in which the participants would no doubt be murdered). Grady was shirtless as always and wore sweat pants. Paul gasped when he saw the size of his erection running down his pant leg. He could clearly make out the thick log. Thankfully, Genevieve didn't seem to notice. In the movie, the killer popped up and attacked the couple. Genevieve yelped and snuggled into Grady's arms. Paul had seen Genevieve watch plenty of gory movies without flinching, but now she buried her face into the nape of Grady's neck. Paul debated saying something. He wanted to so badly, but meekly returned to the kitchen. On the couch, Gene giggled "What a faggot." She whispered to Grady "Or maybe he already knows who owns this pussy." She gave his ear a little lick. Grady whispered back "Then why we playing it on the down low?" "I want to see how far we can take it. Be patient." She snuck a quick kiss to his cheek. She got a naughty idea and started to stroke Grady's erection with her fingertips through his sweatpants. She did it very slowly and lightly and went back to watching the movie. Eventually Paul finished cooking and returned to the living room. He watched as Genevieve seemed to subconsciously rub Grady's huge bulge. Her finger tips trailed up and down the length. Paul was upset, but part of him always wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. He wasn't sure if she meant to do it or not. Instead of being confrontational, he loudly cleared his throat. Genevieve seemed to snap out of it and blush for a moment, as if she did something embarrassing. "Dinner's ready." He announced. Later that evening, Genevieve sat up reading in bed. Paul debated bringing the matter up. After much hemming and hawing "Genevieve, I have to say I'm concerned about how close you are with Grady." Gene looked at the poor white boy with feigned surprise "Why would you be... Oh right, I'm so embarrassed. I got really into the movie and my hand just kinda took on a life of its own. It was an accident sweetie." Paul seemed more or less satisfied with the answer and got into bed. He was about to go to sleep when Genevieve continued "I don't think you have anything to worry about. Nothing that big could possibly fit. He's wayyyy too much man for me." Paul wanted to defend himself and say he was every bit the man Grady was, but couldn't believe the lie himself "I didn't really get a great look at anything, but... ok." Gene wasn't done yet. She reached around and started cupping his white penis "What bugs me, is that you couldn't even be man enough to stop it. You didn't yell at us, didn't try to fight Grady..." Her cupping began to tighten painfully and Paul groaned "I might have been doing it by accident, but Grady knew what was happening... You let things happen, because you knew he's the big DICK around here." Gene growled and released his balls from her grip. She turned away and went to sleep, leaving Paul confused and slightly terrified. ............... The atmosphere was different as Gene tried to earn some money on the street. She struggled to find any black man without a woman or two draped on his shoulders. 'What the Hell is going on??' she thought to herself. She even recognized past customers transformed from lowlife johns to sex Gods. She had to admit that she would fuck them again for free if they asked, but they seemed to have plenty of beautiful women around. After walking several blocks, the only ugly person she saw was the white newspaper/magazine vendor. Kids laughed and stole whatever they wanted from the sleeping vendor. James knew his business was doomed and released Gene from any obligation to him. She did more than enough by keeping Grady away. That night, Gene stood in the bathroom. She held a pill and thought about how she only had one black guy in her life now. She was nervous, but also excited. She threw the pill into the toilet and then added the rest of her birth control before flushing .............. Several weeks later, Paul returned from another unproductive study session to the sounds of loud fucking. Part of him was actually relieved. The uncertainty was gone. He could finally catch Genevieve in the act, break off the engagement and take control of his life. He figured he'd burst right in, confront the two and kick them out. He psyched himself up for a minute and finally walked right through the bedroom door. As expected, there was a naked Grady. When he opened his mouth to yell, he noticed the hair of the woman underneath him was brunette. Paul stood there and watched Grady shove well over a foot of cock in and out of the enthralled woman. Janice and Grady eventually looked up at the intruder "God Damn! What is with people walking in on us??" Grady half-joked to Janice. Grady didn't stop fucking. He let Paul watch in awe at how completely outgunned he was. Paul finally snapped out of it when Grady bust a nut all over the brunette and his marital bed. As beautiful as Janice had become, Paul couldn't keep his eye off of Grady's physical perfection. Shame washed over him and he left the room. Janice practically moved in after that day. Paul only seemed to see her staggering away from Grady's room. He constantly heard her getting fucked raw. Paul daydreamed about Grady and his fiancée. The contrast of their skin tones, their physical beauty, Grady's insatiable raw power... Something about it felt right, even though it made him suffer so much. "Mr. Laughlin..." The test proctor snapped Paul out of his day dream. The test was over and he barely finished half. Paul's heart sank. He'd been preparing all his life and he failed miserably. His father would be furious. On the night of the big exam, Paul and Gene sat up in bed, while the wall behind them rocked. They pretended like they couldn't hear Janice getting destroyed by Grady's cock. After a long awkward silence Gene spoke up "I'm pregnant." The words hung heavy in the air. Paul barely reacted. The broken man couldn't even pretend to be surprised. "I think you should move into the guest room." Paul didn't have the will to fight, he got up and grabbed his pillow "Grady is already in the guest room." Gene flashed a predatory smile "Well, I guess he'll have to move somewhere else." Before Paul could leave, Gene threw the covers off. She was completely naked except for a push-up bra. Her hand covered up the pussy that seemed to be systematically ruining his life. Gene sat on the edge of the bed and Paul gazed at the perfect vision of a woman in front of him. Grady was the only other person that he saw naked that he considered 'perfect'. Gene rubbed herself as she listened to Janine in the other room. She looked evilly at Paul, and lifted her leg up. Paul knew she wanted him to rub her feet. He was mad at her, but couldn't say no to his raven haired Goddess. The teasing bitch smiled as Paul knelt in front of her and started rubbing her foot. After a few moments, she aimed it higher "Now use your mouth... Boy." Gene ordered. She couldn't help but giggle as she felt his mouth and tongue timidly start to work on her toes. Her other foot stroked his crotch through his pajamas. "I know things have been hard for you, but I want you to know that I think you'll make a great father. Much better than Grady will ever be. I still want to get married." Paul couldn't handle losing his fiancée and his life's dream at the same time. He meekly nodded. Gene put her foot down and dismissed him. Paul sadly went next door to knock. The sounds of fucking stopped momentarily and Grady answered the door stark naked. Janine looked semi-conscious on the bed behind him. "Gene wants me in the guest room." Paul kept his gaze downcast, which accidentally aligned his vision with the black cock that took over his house. "No problem, where should we go?" Grady played dumb. Paul hesitated for a long time, but finally spat it out "The main bedroom should be big enough for all of you." He'd never felt lower. After a few minutes, Grady and Janine packed their things and moved in next door with Gene, while Paul had to sleep on the warm sticky guest bed. It didn't take long for the familiar noises to start up again. Although this time, he could tell that it wasn't Janine getting hammered by the black bull. He spent the night listening to sounds that he didn't even know his fiancée could make. He was painfully hard. THE WEDDING DAY It was a beautiful day at the cathedral. The bride's side looked happy and upbeat. The groom's side were more reserved; they could feel something was wrong, but couldn't put their finger on it. Grady cradled Gene's big, round, pregnant belly and felt his twins kicking as he plowed into their white whore mother. Gene was in heaven as she got the last black cock of her unmarried life. Her wedding dress was hiked up around her waist as Grady pounded her. Normally, she'd worry about making noise and alerting the guests, but James was on the other end keeping her mouth stuffed. They fucked her in unison until it got time to get ready. James bust a nut down the pregnant woman's hungry throat. Despite the huge amount, Gene was hungry for more; so Grady pulled out and satisfied her appetite. "Thanks for the wedding present." Gene let out a little belch, before preparing herself for the ceremony. The lovely bride waddled down to the alter with a belly full of black babies and black cum. The ceremony went off as planned, but Gene felt the need to stare down Paul once the reverend got to the part about 'objections to the union'. Paul simply folded as usual and kept quiet. The Best Man came forward with the rings. Grady couldn't help but chuckle at the appropriate title he'd been given. He handed the rings over. The groomsmen were all black and the bridesmaids were all James' girls. Janine was the maid of honor. With the exception of the groom, every single person standing at the altar (including the black reverend) had fucked Gene at one point or another. HONEYMOON A small part of Paul's hope came back to him as Gene snuggled into him affectionately during the flight to their honeymoon. 'Maybe marriage will straighten her out, maybe it was all one bad phase.' Paul prayed. Gene looked excited and upbeat for once as they approached the honeymoon suite. She even started to make-out with her now husband. She moved as gracefully as a woman in her condition could be expected to and teased Paul as she stripped. Paul gazed at his wife naked, except for a pair of black panties. She somehow looked even more irresistible. Her tits had grown even bigger with milk, she had her pregnancy glow and Paul even got a small thrill knowing she was black bred. She seemed to tap dance on the line between angel and devil. "Take these off with your teeth." Gene ordered and motioned towards the panties. Relief hit Paul. He could finally lose his virginity and at last wash away some of the shame. It would all be worth it if he could just have this night. He pulled the panties down her long shapely legs and past her feet. His hope quickly evaporated. 'BLACK COCK ONLY' was tattooed right above her shaved pussy. Gene smiled down on him between her spread legs "Ohhh, I'm sorry baby. Rules are rules." There was a knock at the door, and Paul already knew who it would be. Gene got up and answered the door naked. She and Grady kissed passionately in full view of the hallway. She led him in "Grady wanted to surprise you." She giggled "We decided that you should get a special treat for our honeymoon. You'll get to watch. I'm sorry your little pee-pee isn't getting any, but the tattoo says nothing about your mouth... If you play your cards right." Paul sat on the couch and simply watched this black street thug take everything he's worked so hard for. As much as he wanted to hate the situation, Paul was incredibly turned on. His imagination never did the act justice. It was hard to contemplate Gene, the dominant and destructive force in his life, being so lovingly submissive to Grady. Watching the act cemented Paul's position on the food chain. He was a submissive's submissive. Grady took his time. He fucked and shot a load in each of Gene's holes. By the end, she oozed cum from her mouth, ass and pussy. In comparison, Paul shot two loads that (combined) just made his hand sticky. Grady went to take a shower and Gene looked positively drunk off the hours of fucking. Gene took a big gulp to clear the cum from her mouth "Come here..." she blurted out at Paul. Of course he came over to his black cock slut of a wife. "Clean me up... With your mouth." Gene ordered. At that moment, Paul had had enough "I've been more than reasonable up to this point, but I WILL NOT clean you with...." Paul's liberating moment of defiance was tragically cut short by Gene pulling him by the hair and wrapping her legs around his head. She quickly turned over on him, so that she was on top. Her pussy pressed forcibly to his mouth and gravity pulled Grady's cum down into his mouth. "You little bitch! Did I fucking stutter?! You say NO to me one more time and I'll rip your useless white balls off!" Gene growled. She was not at all a natural submissive, so Paul was a good outlet to let out her domineering side. Paul wanted to gag, but his wife force fed him. He soon obeyed and started swallowing the surprising amount of black cum. He wouldn't dare defy her again. The Black Power Virus: Gold Digger EPILOGUE Several months later, Gene gave birth to twin black boys. She made Paul hold her hand and witness her pushing out her two dark black babies. The looks of shock on the staff's faces and Paul's humiliation were priceless. Despite their skin color, Paul claimed them as his own and found some joy in raising the children. Paul's father completely disowned him for staying with Gene. His law career would never get off the ground and his personal links to Laughlin & Jenkins Consulting were useless. Gene destroyed any chance of the luxurious lifestyle she strived for, but ended up finding far more satisfaction. 15 YEARS LATER Gene woke up naked on a bed with three other naked girls. Her hair was a mess and she felt like she'd slept in a ditch. Her whole body ached and the other girls looked fucked into oblivion. Grady was still going at it with some Hispanic slut. Gene decided to sneak out and get coffee. She loved Grady, but he was becoming way too much. She almost wondered when he slept. Gene had to put a hand on her pussy to keep Grady's seed from gushing out. She put on her favorite shirt, a worn out t-shirt with holes in it, and walked barefoot to the kitchen. Grady didn't care much for money, so his whole harem lived in poverty; Deliriously well-fucked poverty. As useless as everyone called Paul, he did keep the place running. He was preparing breakfast for dozens of people when his wife staggered in. He reflexively got on his knees. "Not this morning. I have a feeling this is baby #6 for me." She patted her over-filled pussy and carefully sat down. She knew Grady loved to see her barefoot and pregnant, so she hoped her maternal instincts were correct. "By the way, shouldn't #1 and #2 be getting ready for school by now." Paul pointed at the ceiling and Gene could see the distinct vibrations of hard fucking "Your sons can't seem to stop picking up older girls. They don't respect me anymore, so I can't tell them to do anything. They keep calling me 'virgin'." Gene laughed "Well they're right on that. You've done your job perfectly, you raised them, but none of your sissy traits seeped in. I'm so proud of them. I'll be a grandmother in no time." Gene felt so good that she even gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. Paul went about his day; doing laundry, cooking, cleaning (with more than his tongue), taking care of kids/babies etc... He constantly thought about the white men in the treatment center without a care in the World. He envied at least as much as pitied them. He left the house to pick up the mail. The mail lady gave him a dirty look, like he shouldn't exist anymore. He supposed that was mostly true. Paul perked up when one of the letters was addressed to him. The letter was printed on old Laughlin & Jenkins stationary. 'YOU ARE NOT ALONE. THE WHITE MAN WILL GET BACK ON TOP. JOIN US!' The letter jogged long dead memories of what it was like before the virus. He let the temptation wash over him for a minute, before deciding it was too late for him to be a man. He destroyed the letter and told no one about it. He'd be more of a liability than anything. As distasteful as it was, he had his place. *Thanks for reading and leave feedback. I don't always write about what people ask for, but it does give me ideas that I can use.* The Black Power Virus: Graduation This side story is very 'action' heavy, compared to all the other chapters. It felt a little bit immature in a 'grab as many groceries as you can in 60 seconds' sorta way, but I just really wanted to do a piece set on the post-virus education system. It's also the first time that we have a black, male main character. As always, leave as much feedback as possible. I liked some of the suggestions I got, but I really want a compelling story to get into. I really want to go international and do stories set in other countries, but I don't really feel like I have the cultural knowledge to make it seem real (or different from the U.S). It would be great to collaborate with someone who does. DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted in sexual situations are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist. This story contains heavy racial themes, so do not read if you are easily offended. ***** 50 years after initial exposure Proud African Spear Young Men's Academy Despite the World going sex-crazed, under-aged sex was limited as much as possible. The education system simply could not operate with mixed gender classes, so most schools strictly segregated by gender. In some regions, teen pregnancy rates actually dropped. Darius groaned as he had to sit through yet another boring history class. Not even Ms. Peterson's ass could keep him interested. His eyes shifted between her and the impossibly slow-moving clock. He thought it was so unfair. He was 18 and considered an adult, but still wasn't allowed to get out into the World and claim any women. He still had a few weeks until graduation. The only women allowed into the all-male academy were female instructors, known as 'learning aides'. The academy owned them as teaching tools designed to keep male students' attention and offer incentives to the 18 year olds in the senior class. Darius knew he wouldn't get any incentives, since he was a C student. Darius decided to focus less on the clock's cruel torture and more on Ms. Peterson. Ms. Peterson bent over a bit to write on the blackboard. A tramp stamp reading 'Learning Aide #8713-29' labeled her right over her heart-shaped ass. Her micro-mini skirt did not leave much to the imagination and her blouse always had a few buttons undone to show the deep valley of her cleavage. She turned around to ask a question. The brunette wore librarian glasses, had her hair in a bun and absent-mindedly nibbled on a pencil "Can anyone tell me the year of the first all-black Congress?" As usual, Steven held his hand up; eager to answer yet another question. "Anyone except Steven?" She looked around the class "How about you Darius?" Some of the boys snickered. Ms. Peterson waited patiently. The pencil she chewed circled her lower lip and then circled the small 'A-' tattoo near the corner of her mouth that advertised an incentive. Darius hated remembering dates "2032?..." He answered with little confidence. Ms. Peterson shook her head and approached her student "Not even the right decade. Oh Darius, at this rate you'll be the only student in my class to not earn an incentive... That's very disappointing." She purred "Please try to apply yourself." The class carried on, but Darius felt embarrassed. Darius was at the bottom of the class and came from one of the poorer families. As graduation approached, the top students (as well as the students with families that could afford to make a huge donation) were set to receive women graduating from the all-female Sisters Bound by Bliss Prep School. He would go home empty handed, while the rest of his classmates would already have a harem of their own. Some of the boys left the class smiling and laughing to each other "That's why they shouldn't allow charity admissions. It lowers standards" They said just loud enough for Darius to hear. ... Over the next few days, an idea began to grow in Darius's head to upset the system and turn his fortunes around. It was very possible that he could get expelled, not graduate and possibly be arrested, but Darius didn't think he had much to lose. He sat at a lunch table with his friend Michael. "I'm soooo pissed. I got a B+ in biology. A few more points and I would have gotten head from Ms. Barnes." Michael griped. He took a look at Steven sitting with the other nerds "This nigga probably got more teaching aide pussy than Headmaster Simmons. He's going to score big on grad day, but he doesn't have the skills to get girls on his own." Darius leaned in "I wanted to talk to you about that. I want to throw a wrench into the big party. Your sister went to Sisters in Bliss, right? Do you remember her saying anything about the 4 day weekend lockdown?" Michael looked at Darius curiously "I don't want any trouble that you're bringing down on yourself, so you didn't hear anything from me. Dr. Leblanc Day is always right before graduation. It's a Federal holiday and most of the staff go home. They only have a skeleton crew of female security guards that patrol the buildings." "That's not so bad." Darius remarked. "Yeah, but the guards are immune." Michael emphasized "They are straight out of the history books. The virus had no effect and they're nowhere near as easy as regular girls." Darius thought it was an obstacle, but not insurmountable. "Has anyone ever snuck in?" "A few years back, three students got knocked up. I guess it's not impossible." Michael thought for a moment "Their main job is to keep the girls from getting out. With so few staff, it's pretty hard to keep people from getting in." "Hypothetically..." Darius smiled. "Hypothetically." Michael nodded. ... The following Thursday, the entire academy watched the dreaded school clock as the seconds counted down to the end of class. The school bell rang and cheers filled the recently silent halls. There have been no recorded sightings of Dr. Leblanc since the Edwards Address, but evidence collected over the years pointed to her as the creator of the virus and cause of the pandemic. A Federal holiday in her honor was created by those indirectly put into power because of her. The Dr. Leblanc holiday quickly became a rite of passage for High School seniors around the country. The 4 day weekend occurred a month before graduation and it offered male seniors a chance to go out into the World and make their first conquests. Normally, off-campus outings were reserved for the wealthier and more connected students, but every senior got to leave and try their luck. The senior class rushed to their dorms to quickly pack, but were interrupted by Principal Simmons. The young men stopped what they were doing to listen to what the older black man had to say "Gentlemen, I just wanted to come by and congratulate you all on making it to this important milestone. You are very close to graduating from one of the top-ranked academies in the country. You are privileged in more ways than you'll ever know, so don't just go out there and fuck anything that moves. You have a great responsibility to yourselves and to others to choose wisely. Your first conquests will be with you forever, help you set up your house and keep all your women happy. They are helpless without you, so it is your responsibility to colonize them. It's the black man's burden, and I'm sure you're all up to the task. So get out there, have the time of your lives and make it count!" The young men clapped and cheered the only real authority figure from their school years and bolted for the door. The senior class loaded up a bus to head to the nearest town, but Darius stayed behind. Some of the wealthier students laughed at how Darius couldn't afford to stay off-campus for the long weekend. Michael wished him luck before entering the bus and heading to town. Once everyone left, Darius grabbed a light bag and headed towards Sisters Bound by Bliss. The 6 mile hike was easy enough for the athletic young black man. He approached the wood line near the school building housing the senior class and observed its security. Once night fell, he decided to climb the fence and sneak in through an open window. The moment he dropped down from the fence, a guard dog came running at full sprint. Darius immediately regretted his decision, but sprinted for the window, He jumped up and pulled himself through the small opening and fell through to the other side "Fucking Michael said shit about no dogs!" Darius yelled to himself in frustration. Despite the moment of terror at the fence, he was inside. While senior males were allowed to go out, senior females were kept under lock and key. He was officially a fox in the hen house. Darius knew he was the only man in miles and locked in with an entire senior class. He arrived shortly after curfew, so most of the girls were in bed. He wandered around exploring the dormitories on his own to get a picture of his surroundings (and the exits if he had to run off). He heard a door open and close behind him. He turned around to see a young woman in a bath robe and pajama pants staring at him in stunned silence. Darius prepared what to say in his mind, but it was quickly forgotten. He awkwardly said the first thing to pop into his head "Happy Dr. Leblanc Day." "Am I dreaming?" The girl asked herself out loud as she stared up at Darius with her big sky blue eyes. The girl was very short and waifish, but with chest and hips that flared out dramatically for her frame. "No, I'm from African Spear. I just thought you girls might be lonely over the long weekend." He chuckled to himself. "You're not supposed to be here... Boys aren't allowed..." the girl started to lose her concentration as she looked over Darius's body. He worked up a little bit of a sweat, which made his scent irresistible to the repressed young woman. "I know that, but..." Darius approached the now shaking girl "I can see that you're just as happy to see me as I'm happy to see you. My name is Darius. What's your name?" Darius gently ran the tips of his fingers through her short pixy-cut blonde hair. "Theresa." She answered breathlessly. "OK, Theresa. I came a long way to be here. You wouldn't snitch on me and get me kicked out would you?" Darius got closer and put his hands on her hips to slowly drew her in. Theresa struggled. She knew that graduation was in a few weeks and she'd be paired up with someone from a respectable family, but her body screamed for sex after an entire adolescence of being separated from men "No, I wouldn't snitch." Theresa said as her hands timidly started to feel the ripped muscle of Darius's left flank. Unlike the other boys at the academy, Darius never got an incentive from an instructor or a trip off-campus. He was a virgin and he ached to remove that title "I'm going to make sure this whole building gets to celebrate Dr. Leblanc Day properly, but we gotta be careful about it. Let's go somewhere private and I'll kick-off with you." Theresa was too excited to even think about being paired up at graduation day. Darius looked strong, sexy and brave enough to sneak in. She took him by the hand and led him to a common area with a couch on the third floor of the building. The room was dark, so the two thought it was empty. As they approached the couch, they quickly realized that it was occupied by another couple "Becky! Nika!" Theresa stammered. The two girls were making out on the couch when they were interrupted "Ohh, hi Theresa. I was just keeping the foreign exchange student warm." Becky giggled "Holy shit... You snuck a boy in?!" Becky hushed her tone to not wake the others "Are you nuts?!" "She didn't sneak me in. I came on my own. I'll get all the blame if we get caught." Darius rationalized. Becky was about to bitch him out for potentially ruining everyone's lives, but Nika spoke up "Becky, shut up..." She looked at Darius like he was an angel sent down "Do you know how rare man is in Russia?? My parents sent me here for this moment." Nika lunged forward and kissed him. Theresa soon separated the two "I saw him first!" The three girls started to argue and the noise level was getting too high. Darius said "Enough! There is plenty of time. There's no need for this. I'm going to start with Theresa here, because I promised her. You can relax and watch until it's your turn." The girls decided to follow Darius's orders. The most prominent lesson of their school career has been to always obey your black master. Becky and Nika sat to the side and watched as Theresa got on the couch with Darius. The adrenaline made both virgins shake as they got ready for their first time. They wasted little time and kissed frantically as they undressed. Becky was the least supportive of the three girls, but her resolve crumbled quickly in Darius's presence. It would be a similar story for many of the senior girls that weekend. Their years of preparation and plans for the future were no match for the promise of immediate gratification. Becky and Nika started to touch each other as they enjoyed the show. Theresa's eyes soaked up the sight of Darius's bare chest. His pants were all that remained "Please... I need to see it..." Theresa practically cried. Her young body was denied what it craved for her entire life and she finally got her opportunity. She quickly lifted her shirt over her head so her tits could bounce free in front of Darius. She massaged them in front of him "Just remember; we all have our growth spurt to look forward to in a few years." Her tiny hand gently started to rub the huge bulge in his pants. Sex was such an important part of life now and Darius knew that he couldn't screw this moment up. Nerves, anticipation and inexperience made him look clumsy as he fumbled to take his pants off. He was quickly reassured as he heard three distinct gasps. "Holy shit! It looks so much better than in the textbooks." Becky marveled. "I thought the toys we trained with were huge." Nika commented. Theresa was overcome with emotion as she got to be the first one in her whole class to touch it "Wow." She unconsciously blurted out as she gripped the quickly growing shaft. Her hands started to stroke him just the way her instructors taught her to do. The thin girl used both hands and her arms got tired as she woke up Darius's cock. Darius sat back and enjoyed Theresa's academy-trained technique. He groaned as she opened her small mouth as wide as possible and stuffed the head past her lips. Theresa took a few deep breaths and plunged his cock down her throat. She maintained her breathing and moved her lips closer and closer to the base. She took about 75% of Darius's cock before she pulled back up and started bobbing. Her hands worked any part of him not in her mouth. Darius was thoroughly impressed that such a slim white girl could take so much down her throat. Unfortunately, he couldn't last long against such a well-trained student. He pulled her up to avoid having too short of a first experience. It took a good 15 seconds to pull the massive object out of her and she gasped for air as it came out. "That was great and all, but I know where I really wanna nut." Darius explained and pushed her down on the couch. He quickly pulled her pajama pants off to expose his first white pussy. He was easily three times her size and his enormous black cock loomed over her. It didn't seem logical that he could fit, but he wasn't about to give up. Theresa moaned so loud that Becky covered her mouth as Darius pushed his wide head into her tiny pink slit. His head slowly but surely stretched her out and entered her slick hole. Darius pulled her hips towards him and filled her up. He buried himself and took a moment to enjoy the feel of his first pussy and first potential conquest. He couldn't believe his plan worked. It could all be a dream and someone could pull the rug out from under him at any moment, so he decided to fuck Theresa fast and hard. His gaze wandered over to his audience. Becky had light brown hair and a more athletic looking body than the rest. She struck Darius as a bit of a tomboy. Nika was taller with long platinum blonde hair and huge round tits to bury your face in. Becky fingered Nika as the two watched their first real black fucking. Theresa started to lose her mind on Darius's black cock. The inexperienced girl convulsed with multiple orgasms that wouldn't stop. Darius even started to wonder if it was normal or a medical emergency. Theresa's pussy clamped down almost painfully on his cock. Her body couldn't take any more. Darius struggled to keep moving, but it didn't matter. Her pussy milked the cum right out of him. He grunted and shot his first big load of the weekend into the tiny blonde. He easily filled her up in one or two shots, then pulled out to plaster the fucked out girl. He then aimed at the two ravenously horny girls watching. They giggled in surprise at the unexpected cum shower. Theresa passed out on the couch, both Becky and Nika hungrily scooped up whatever thick jizz they could get to slurp down their gullets. Nika's huge tits were slick and she massaged as much into her skin as she could "Me next!" She grabbed Darius's cock and slipped it in between her messy globes. Darius never went soft despite hosing down three girls. Nika grabbed his hands and placed them at the sides of her tits so they could press them together. The four hands made it as tight as possible for Darius to fuck. She licked his cockhead as it poked out through her cleavage. Becky felt a little jealous that she couldn't compete with Nika's tits. She looked at her own and wished she could get her early 20's growth spurt now. The virus had changed how the female body developed and added an extra growth spurt for most women during their 20's. It was different for everyone, which caused quite a bit of stress for young women. Nika got on her hands and knees and wiggled her butt to entice Darius into fucking her. It didn't take him long to press in and go deeper than any toy the Russian slut had ever used. Becky was tired of being a spectator and moved under the stacked blonde. She laid on her back with her face directly under Nika's now deflowered snatch. Becky started lapping at where Nika and Darius made contact, while Nika buried her face in Becky's pussy to keep herself quiet. Darius pulled out of Nika for a moment. When Becky craned her neck to look up, Darius shoved his cock down her throat. Becky felt the intruder force her throat to bulge and managed to keep herself from gagging. Just as she got used to his throat fucking, he pulled out and shoved back into Nika. Darius continued to alternate until Becky couldn't take it anymore. She needed him inside her and got up to ride her first black bull. She had to get her hips pretty high in the air to mount him. She dropped down his pole as if she were getting into a hot bath. Every inch stung for a moment, but felt incredible after. Theresa soon woke up from her temporary cum-coated coma "Wha?.. What happened?" She saw Darius fucking Becky and instantly remembered. Her body was covered in cum and the smell alone brought her close to orgasm. She looked at Darius "Ohh baby, you had your first three-way without me?" She pouted "At least I can be part of your first four-way." Theresa approached her fellow horny teens and started to lick Darius's balls. The four spent the rest of the night unleashing their pent-up sexual energy. The years of isolation from the opposite sex drove them wild. By the end of the night, all three girls declared themselves well and truly subjugated. Even Becky stopped caring about being given away to a richer guy and embraced Darius as he fucked her into submission. DAY 1 The following morning, the four students were all passed out after their small orgy. The other students on that floor started to wake up and get ready for the day. A groggy student decided to pass through the common area to get to the bathroom. As she entered the threshold, she was hit by a powerful musk in the air. It smelled so strong that it instantly woke her up 100%, got her nipples hard and her pussy embarrassingly wet. She decided to see what was inside the room and noticed the black teen sleeping naked with three of her classmates. After the shock wore off, she went to tell the floor's class leader Gwen. The Black Power Virus: Graduation Gwen was 5'10'' with long slender legs, dark red hair and was voted to have the best ass in class by her peers. She looked at her watch with concern "Shit!" She pulled the girl to her "You stand right over there, if you don't hear from me in 10 minutes call security." The other girl nodded and did as she was told. Gwen approached the common room and the scent alone was almost overwhelming. She moved to the center of the room "Alright! Everyone wake up. The party is over... for now" Gwen clapped her hands and everyone woke up. It took a few seconds to realize that they have been caught by the class leader. Darius just sat up confidently "Don't you worry girl, there's always room for one more." Gwen looked tempted for a moment, but remained firm "If they don't hear from me in 10, they're telling security. So knock it off!" she responded to the slightly humbled young man. She looked at the girls "You three, do you have any idea what time it is? Are we forgetting about something?" Becky looked at her watch "Oh shit! It's almost time for the security inspection! We have to clean up! We have to hide him!" "I'll hide him, while you three make yourself presentable and do something about the smell and stains all over this room." Gwen interjected. She took Darius by the hand and led him to another room. She opened up a giant armoire "You'll be safe in here, they never check our little supply cabinet." The armoire was a giant piece of furniture that was a little smaller than a regular closet. Inside was just about every size, shape and type of sex toy that you could imagine. "Holy crap! You want me to hide in there?!" Darius felt uncomfortable being in such close proximity to fake cocks for God knew how long. "Stop being a baby." Gwen pushed him inside. "If we get through this..." Gwen blushed "I'll promise to make you feel better." Her hand cupped his crotch for a moment to feel what she had to look forward to. Then she put his hand on her big round ass to let him know what he was in for. She blew him a kiss and shut the doors. Meanwhile, the girls frantically brushed out as much of the cum stains as they could and covered up their couch with a blanket. They sprayed the air with deodorizer right as one of the security guards entered the dorm hall "Ladies! It's time for a security check." Gwen gathered all the girls around so that security officer Jones could do roll call. Gwen stood next to Nancy, who looked even more jittery than usual. She was in heat and had to suffer all the way until graduation. She sniffed the air and then sniffed Gwen a little "Something is different... Something smells incredible." Nancy whispered. "Shut up, Nancy." Gwen growled at the slightly delirious girl. Officer Jones came over to the two girls "Is there a problem ladies?" Gwen spoke up for them both "No problem at all, Ma'am. The heat is just a little hard for her to handle." The security guard looked Nancy up and down "Do you need to join your friends in the heat treatment center?" Nancy shook her head "No, Ma'am. I'm still ok. I don't need to be in isolation." Officer Jones nodded and finished the roll call "Last night, the dog went a bit crazy and wouldn't stop barking at an open window in this building. Did anyone see or hear anything unusual?" Most of the girls had no idea what happened, so it didn't show on their faces. Becky looked nervous as her questioner approached "Becky, did you see something?" Becky panicked for a moment and blurted out the first excuse she could think of "I threw some treats out for the dog. I'm sorry it's my fault. I've never had a dog before and he seemed sweet. I must have left the window open." "You let me handle the dogs. They will bite your arm off if you're not careful. I won't tell the headmistress about this, but don't ever do anything like that again." The Officer explained. Becky was relieved her lie worked "No, Ma'am. I won't do anything stupid like that again." Officer Jones felt like something was off about the environment "I'm going to look around a bit. Gwen, come with me." Gwen followed the Officer as she inspected the rest of the dorm. Everything seemed normal until they got to the common area. If Officer Jones hadn't been immune to the virus, she would have been able to recognize the masculine hormones in the air "Why does this room wreak of air freshner?" Gwen answered quickly "Well, some of the girls got a bit... rambunctious with each other. So we decided to get started on some spring cleaning." Officer Jones nodded. She knew that the girls were hormonal messes, but would never fully understand it herself. Being immune made her the ultimate anomaly in society. She moved on to the room where Darius hid patiently. He could see what was going on through the crack in the door. He had never seen an immune woman in his life. He noticed that Officer Jones had broader shoulders than any woman he had ever seen and her breasts were smaller than he thought possible for a full-grown woman. Her face had a slight asymmetry and her brown hair would look frazzled if it weren't kept in a tight bun. She looked so foreign to what he expected, but at the same time she had an aura of authenticity. Darius got nervous as Officer Jones looked around the room and started to move towards the armoire. Her hand reached for the handle when Gwen said "Those crazy girls really gave that supply closet a workout last night. I doubt they even cleaned their toys before putting them back." Officer Jones's hand froze in place and, despite her professionalism, she backed off "Well, everything seems to be more or less in order. You try to keep these girls out of trouble. Graduation time can be really stressful. People tend to do crazy things near the end." Gwen smiled and looked receptive to every word, but every fiber of her being wanted to scream 'Get the Fuck out, you immune freak!' Gwen finally walked the security guard out and approached the girls that came in contact with Darius "Not a damned word... To anyone." She warned. Gwen smiled and approached the armoire. She decided to strip naked first and quickly enter the furniture with Darius. At first he couldn't see who it was, but she moved his hand to her ass again "Remember me?" She asked playfully "I think you owe me something for saving your ass." She couldn't even wait for a response. She kissed him and he held her tight. His hands explored every curve. When she broke the kiss, she turned on a small closet light. Darius drank in her creamy skin, fiery red hair, big green eyes and mischievous smile. "I know you want to tear into those bitches out there, but I get some one on one time first. Right here, right now, before they know." Darius agreed to her terms and dropped his pants. Gwen cooed and stroked the beast to life. The armoire did not give the couple a lot of room to maneuver with. Gwen turned around and bent over as much as she could. Darius had to kneel down a bit to line up his cock with her fire crotch. An increasingly familiar sound escaped Gwen's lips as she got penetrated by her first big black cock. Darius fondled her tits as he thrust into his first catch of the day. He quickly felt her juices drip onto his balls and the armoire filled with the sounds of wet fucking. The intelligent young leader began a descent into babbling madness as Darius rocked her hard and fast. The entire armoire rocked with the horny couple. Darius appreciated the beautiful sheen of sweat that formed on the redhead's back, but her ass was a thing of beauty. He could not keep his eyes off those perfectly round and firm cheeks. He reached into a box of toys and found some anal beads. Gwen's legs got wobbly and she screamed in pleasure as Darius slipped bead after bead into her. Her hungry pink asshole swallowed up everything. After a particularly loud scream from Gwen, the armoire doors opened up and a hand gripped Gwen's hair to violently yank her out "You inconsiderate bitch!" Nancy screamed in Gwen's face before slapping her "I knew something was up. I'm out here suffering, while you're getting laid?!" The fight quickly attracted the other girls, who then saw a naked Darius for the first time. The commotion came to a screeching halt as he exited the armoire. Nancy looked up at him with adoration "Please, sir... I'm in heat. I need it so much more than her or anyone on this floor. I swear to God if I don't get fucked this minute I'll call that security bitch!" Darius realized that his plan may be more complicated than expected. He couldn't afford to piss any of these girls off. Their desperation made them susceptible to him, but could also get him caught. "Ok, calm down... I can see you're in need and I'll get on that, but you all have to promise not to snitch. If you do, the whole party ends. Understood?" The small crowd seemed to nod in agreement. Nancy started to cry "I'm sorry, I just can't help it." Darius gave her a hug and Gwen grumpily shooed the small gathering of girls away so they could discuss what to do next. Darius comforted the girl "It's ok, I felt like that at times. What's your name?" "Nancy." She wiped away her tears. Nancy had a fairly average body, but with wider hips. She quickly stripped and started fingering herself in front of Darius "I've been dreaming of this day. These hips were built for bearing your young. I want your life inside me." Before Darius could respond she swallowed his wet cock. She tasted her recent rival Gwen and felt a thrill from taking away her man. Darius stood there and the consequences of his actions became real for the first time. This girl didn't even know his name, but wanted his children. This weekend wasn't just about getting laid, but about building a future. He hesitated, but decided to fulfill his duty as a man. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed her to her back "My name is Darius." He spread her legs and pushed all the way in in one forceful stroke. Nancy's eyes rolled up into her skull and her mouth hung open in a silent gasp. Darius couldn't believe how hot she felt. The deeper he thrust, the hotter she felt. Even her skin was hot to the touch. Nancy only got hornier and more aggressive with each orgasm that rocked her body. Only Darius's seed could satisfy her "C'mon baby, cum inside me and make me your knocked up little fuck slave! I don't care what you want me to do, just breed me good and I'm all yours!" Nancy slapped him in the face every few words. Trying to urge him to hate fuck her faster. Darius was still worked up from Gwen and couldn't last long inside Nancy's mini inferno. As much as she enjoyed her first fuck, she thanked God that Darius didn't torture her by taking too long. The first blast of cum hit her like a gut punch. She was instantly overloaded with potent cum and impregnated. Her body shook and she screamed out one final orgasm before passing out. Darius cleaned up, got dressed and walked in on a meeting. Gwen sat around a table with three other girls "I see you finished with that crazy cunt in there. At least she won't bother us anymore. You still owe me." She winked "These are the other dorm hall leaders for this building. There are 4 floors and we each represent one of those floors. The ladies generously agreed not to turn you in." Darius snickered a little "I appreciate it." He looked around the table. Gwen sat next to him wearing a green teddy that contrasted well with her skin, hair and eyes. Another blonde and an Asian girl looked at him with both interest and curiosity on their faces. A tall black girl had her back to the wall as far away as possible and covered her mouth and nose "Don't step foot on the fourth floor. We agreed to tell our girls that you're here, but they can't make a proper decision with you present. Anyone who doesn't want to get involved can stay on the fourth floor." Darius nodded "Fair enough." The 4th floor representative quickly backed out of the room. She was careful to not even look at Darius. "She must be nuts." He commented under his breath. Gwen held his hand warmly "You'll just never understand the built-up pressure that we're dealing with. We haven't seen a man since we were little and can barely control ourselves. I got some and I still wanna pounce on you. Or maybe you understand perfectly and decided to come shoot fish in a barrel." She half-joked. "So what if I did? It's a man's duty to take care of as many girls as he can. Y'all can't even think straight without getting one of these." Darius unzipped his pants and fished out his big black cock. Even soft, it impressed the two newcomers. "As Gwen said, I owe her, so I'm going to stick on this floor today. I'm not sure who's floor I should visit tomorrow." At once the blonde and Asian girl tried to yell over each other to say 'Me first!' Darius quieted them down "Let's make it a contest." The two girls looked at each other with a steaming hatred. Darius decided to just see what would happen. After a solid 45 second stare down, the blonde attacked first. She yelled and tackled the smaller Asian girl to the ground "2nd floor, Bitch!" she pinned the girls' arms down and smothered her face in her deep cleavage. "He's going to fuck me all day and have nothing left for you." She spoke with a German accent. It was clear that the girl on the bottom couldn't get out, so Gwen pulled the blonde up. "Not exactly what I had in mind, but it will do. I guess I'm staying on the 3rd floor today. 2nd tomorrow and 1st on Sunday." Darius stated. The Asian girl did not look pleased, but nodded. The two dorm leaders left to prepare the girls on their respective floors. "You better be careful, the girls might try to split you in half." Gwen joked. She took his hands and traced them up her sides and onto her tits. She rubbed her white girl booty teasingly against his crotch. Just as Darius wanted to bend her over the table, Gwen moved away "You owe me, but I'm still the dorm hall leader. That bitch Nancy is crazy, but right. It would be wrong to think about myself before my girls. You sleep in MY bed tonight, but you have to wait; Burden of leadership." She took him by the hand to introduce him to the other girls. Gwen turned her head and flashed a look of mischief that made Darius want to blow off everyone else. Despite the desire that she set off in him, he went along with her wishes. He could be patient. Darius entered the open sleeping area. There were 20 beds lined up, but only a dozen girls remained. "4th floor must have made a good case. Don't take it personally, they just didn't want to be tempted by you." The remaining girls all seemed to be peppering Becky, Nika and Theresa with questions. Nancy was still passed out with a content smile. Darius just listened to the glowing reviews about his performance, before Gwen got everyone's attention "Ladies, this is our 'guest' Darius." The seven girls that Darius hadn't met yet all gawked at the first man that they've seen in years. There were looks of wonder, awe and concern. Darius didn't want to just be a cock with legs, so he played it cool. He chatted up all the girls and it turned out that the floors were divided by the girl's primary interest. The 3rd floor was primarily for girls, who wanted to work outside the home. The virus forced most of society to focus on their home life, so the World was in desperate need of professionals, like doctors, engineers and business people. The girls wanted the other floors to be a surprise, so none of them said what their focus was. One of the girls was an aspiring chef and made everyone lunch. Darius felt like he was living out the pre-virus way of getting girls. He was on a date, although his ancestors would only do it one on one and not one on seven. 'How did they live back then?' he wondered to himself. He chatted about the other young men that would be potential matches on graduation day (he talked up his friends and trash talked his rivals). Nancy finally woke up from her stupor and looked at the pleasant scene "Are you people insane?.." Everyone turned to look at the once heat-crazed girl. She seemed more in control of herself, but her eyes continued to show instability "You have a man in here... He's here and you're all having a picnic?? You have no idea what you're missing." Nancy fingered her pussy that still oozed black cum. She brought her slick fingers to her lips and sucked on them. She rubbed her still flat tummy "Your seed is growing inside me as we speak... He's perfect and you all better not waste your time." Nancy walked away from the small crowd to join the girls that already got a turn. After a long silence, a hand creeped over Darius' crotch "She's got a point." One of the engineering students said, while biting her lip. She was a skinny girl, with glasses and long, dark hair. She leaned over and her pink, supple lips pressed into his own. She felt like she was dreaming as she got her first kiss from a man. Darius enjoyed the more subtle pleasures of a first kiss "Ladies, I'm not just some machine. I want to get to know everyone of you." He caressed the engineering student's cheek softly. The girls all looked at each other and nodded an unspoken agreement. A curly haired brunette med student spoke up "We in no way think of you that way and would love to have you get to know us better. Unfortunately, I have anatomy homework, so we'll have to carry on naked." All seven girls started to strip. They received plenty of training at sisters bound by bliss on the importance of stripping, so they made it a slow tantalizing show. Darius snickered at the dismal excuse for nudity "What's the assignment, exactly?" "I'm writing a paper on the effect of nudity on black male physiology." The med student informed him as she bent at the waist to lower her panties to the ground. She turned around with just her fingers covering her pussy and her other arm covering her nipples. Some of the girls made out with each other, others played with themselves "So, Mr. Darius, are you experiencing any physical changes from when we were fully clothed?" She even had a notebook to jot down notes. Darius was left more or less speechless by the sights and sounds. He never imagined he'd get this far and now suffered from an embarrassment of riches. His eyes soaked everything in. If seven beautiful girls wasn't enough, Theresa, Becky, Nancy, Nika and Gwen weren't far away watching the scene. Their sense of fairness was all that kept them from joining, for the moment... The med student broke his reverie "There seems to be some neurological paralysis affecting speech. I hope it's not permanent." She purred and caressed his chest. The girls wanted to see who would make him break first. "What happens to you when I lick my sisters' titties?" A girl asked before sucking on a similar looking girl's nipple A Hispanic girl spoke Spanish to him. He didn't understand a word, but the fire in her eyes made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Finally, the chef of their lunch came out stark naked with cream covering her nipples and pussy. She walked past all the competition to stand over Darius "Time for dessert." She bent over so that her tits were in his face. Darius just couldn't resist, he licked away the cream. There was even a layer of custard underneath. When her tits were licked clean, he pulled her ass closer to his face so he can lick her pussy. This time it was chocolate mousse and cream. When she was clean, he started eating her out. The chef was a little thicker than the other girls. Each hand gripped a juicy ass cheek as he plunged his tongue inside her. He felt random hands fish his cock out and start to stroke him. When the chef was on the edge of cumming on his mouth, he gripped her ass hard and plunged her pussy directly on his big cock. The Black Power Virus: Graduation The chef shut her eyes and howled her orgasm. It took her a minute to recover and ride Darius properly. "That's right bitches! I'm first." She couldn't resist bragging. Darius looked around and was surrounded by wide open eyes, teeth biting lower lips and hands subconsciously touching something. The group that already got fucked even moved closer. The captivated audience was a little creepy, so each one of Darius' arms pulled the closest girl to him. They giggled and took turns kissing him and each other. One of the law students squealed in delight as Darius lifted her pussy over his mouth. Being the center of attention was off-putting at first, but he knew he had to get used to it. He ate pussy, so he couldn't see the flurry of activity around him. He knew the chef was still bouncing happily on his dick. He felt random tongues licking his skin, one hand was two fingers deep inside a girl while the other hand was led to a breast. He could hear some faint arguing over who got to fuck next. The girl he was eating out clenched his head tight with her thighs and came. When she relaxed her grip, Darius put her aside. He freed his hand to grope the chef and let her finish the ride with a bang. The chef's eyes rolled into the back of her skull when Darius gripped her tits tight. Next, he took hold of her hips and thrust up HARD into the overwhelmed girl. She screamed louder and louder until her ultimate orgasm hit her. Darius wasted no time and flung the twitching girl off. He gripped the med student by the hair and pushed into her from behind. The relentless doggy-style fuck seemed to scramble her brain and she said nothing but gibberish "This is the effect naked bitches have on a horny nigga!" he spat as he fucked her at full force. Some of the girls got a little nervous from the sudden aggression, while others couldn't wait to get theirs. The skinny engineer girl bravely stuck her head under the action to lap at Darius' balls. When he pulled out of the med student, the little engineer girl licked up the length of his shaft and stuffed the fat head into her tiny mouth. She used both hands, her mouth and throat to full effect. She looked obscene and adorable with her glasses still on. Darius rewarded her with his first load. Her throat bulged from the sudden cum blast and she couldn't handle it. She spat the cock out and got a blast straight to the face. Her glasses got completely coated. The girls gathered and stuck out their tongues, as if catching snowflakes. His cum hit random faces, mouth, tits and hair. The girls giggled and lapped up globs of thick black cream. They then whispered amongst themselves and nodded in agreement. All 12 girls gathered and handed Darius a camera. "What the fu..?" he said before understanding. All 12 mouths found a spot on his dick. The two sisters each sucked on one of his balls and the other girls staggered themselves on the sides of his shaft and Gwen got to be on top and suckle the head. "Class photo, hon." Gwen smiled. Many of the girls were still sticky with cum when Darius snapped a few photos. Darius and the girls went another couple of rounds before dinner time. He had to hide again when the security officer came back for bed check, but she noticed nothing wrong. Darius felt drained. He walked by bed after bed with smiling girls. He stopped at Gwen's bed, who could see the fatigue. She rubbed his shoulders "Awww I appreciate you working so hard for my girls." As much as she wanted to get laid, she tried not to make the massage a demand for sex. She wanted him to relax. "I don't know how guys can do it. There's so many of them." He felt like he might have bitten off more than he could chew, but didn't want any of the girls to see his shaken confidence. Gwen kept up her massage "The average woman can go several weeks without sex before getting antsy. Men are stretched thin, but that's why it's important to manage them properly. You're dealing with girls, who have NEVER had real sex before. They look crazy now, but they'll calm down." Darius felt reassured "Good to know. By the way, what do you study around here?" "Asset management." Gwen smirked "So I know quite a bit about how to handle post-virus girls." The two curled up into bed and spooned. Once again, Gwen rubbed her ass into Darius' crotch "As long as I get well managed." She purred. Darius originally wanted to sleep, but the motion of her hips brought his rod back to life. He ran his hands all over and kissed her neck "I think I would have rather spent the day with you." Gwen felt so happy to get any form of romance from the man, she turned around and kissed him deeply. Then she whispered in his ear "I think I want you in my ass." She wondered for a moment if pre-virus women would ever respond the same way to a romantic gesture. She slid her panties down and continued to rub her ass on him. It didn't take long for Darius to lube up and find his target. Gwen gasped as he pushed slowly, but forcefully inside her. She, along with the vast majority of students, had trained her ass with toys before. He slid right up into her. The two stayed on their sides and had a relaxing slowfuck. The next bed over belonged to Nancy, who watched the whole thing. She made eye contact with Darius, exposed her tummy and rubbed it. Out of everyone, he knew her the least, but already shared a child. He imagined her swelling up and changing her whole body for him and it stirred something deep inside him. He wished Gwen was in heat so he could do the same to her. DAY 2 Darius slept like the dead. He felt warm and a little wet, which made him wake with a jolt. He looked down and the covers bobbed up and down. Before his brain processed what was going on, he groaned and came hard. He threw off the covers to reveal Gwen gorging on his morning wood. Her throat eagerly gulped down his seed. When she was done, she licked her lips "mmmm that hit the spot." "What will your friends on the 2nd floor think?" Darius joked. "Fuck those bimbos. They'll get you all day." Jealousy flashed on her face. She would have tried to keep Darius contained on her floor, but word would get out and the others would inevitably snitch. The security officer came through again and found nothing. Darius made his way downstairs. The doors opened and he was greeted with a gorgeous sight. For a moment, it looked like a Halloween party. He saw a sexy nurse, sexy cheerleader, sexy librarian... Even a sexy 'cat'. No one else wore anything more than lingerie and a smile. The blonde from the day before greeted him at the door in all white corset, bustier, garters and platform pumps. Her long blonde hair framed her face with two identical braids draping her shoulders. She would look so pure if he didn't remember her frantically smothering the smaller Asian girl yesterday. "Welcome! My name is Ingrid and this is the 2nd floor. We're primarily training to be pleasure girls." He looked around and it started to make sense. These girls were the luxury class. They had no greater ambition than to get as much dick as possible. They'd play to any fetish to get what they wanted. Darius' family consisted of his father, his five moms and all of his siblings. All of his father's women worked hard all day long to support the family. There was no room for lazy pleasure slaves. He had a lot less respect for them. That said, he wasn't about to walk away from such a cornucopia. He sat on a couch with his arms spread. Like a magnet, the girls were pulled to him. The girls completely smothered the lone man. He shut his eyes and could feel random ass, tits, lips and hands all over his body. His hands were brought to random pussies. A tongue slid past his lips, hands fished out his cock to lap at it. Darius relaxed and just kept making out with the pile of random flesh. He reached a somewhat meditative state and just allowed the sounds, smells and sense of touch wash over him. This went on for quite a while until a voice yelled and snapped Darius out of his reverie "That's it bitches! Shove off, give us room!" A half black girl with black hair and black lingerie pushed the other girls away, but kept Ingrid close. The other girls moved away and he was presented with the contrasting salt/pepper beauties. "We're first!" She stated and gave Ingrid a hard smack to her ass. It was sugar and spice. Ingrid kissed him, snuggled and let him eat her pussy, while the black girl rode him hard and scratched him with her nails. They later switched so Darius could bend her over for a spanking, while fucking Ingrid doggy style. He came all over the naughty and nice pair when the girl's lookout came running in "She's coming! Surprise inspection!" The two girls bolted and the girls found Darius a hiding spot. Officer Jones came in "Attention ladies! I've been getting a strange feeling about this whole building all weekend, so I'm doing an inspection. Get everyone out here... Where's Ingrid?!" The girls looked at each other and didn't know what to say. Ingrid rushed out of the shower with the other girl "Sorry Ma'am, we were having some girl on girl practice in the shower." She giggled. "You can do your homework later, I'm running an inspection here. Right after I drop off these supplies." Officer jones brought a box to what looked like a heavy freezer door. She unlocked it and stepped inside. Darius knew his hiding spot wouldn't work and noticed the door took a very long time to close on its own. "Everything seems to be in order there." Officer Jones stated. She walked out and allowed the door to shut on its own. Darius saw expressions from the girls shaking their heads and mouthing the words 'No, don't go', but Darius already decided. He slipped past the door behind the security officer's back. It shut and locked. He stepped inside and immediately felt colder. The room had some heavy duty air conditioning and was 20 degrees cooler than the rest of the building. There were three more girls in this section. One of them turned to look and instantly perked up. "Holy shit..." she looked like she could cry. She ran up and hugged him so tight that it hurt. Darius was very surprised by the skinnier girl's strength. "I've been in heat treatment for months." Her skin felt almost hot to the touch. He gave her a look saying 'Keep it down.' "Oh, don't worry. No one can hear us in here." She reassured him "It's soundproof." "So this is where they keep the girls in heat when they can't function properly." Darius hugged the girl. She felt so warm in the cold room. Another girl snuggled up close. A third approached and it was one of the largest women that he'd ever seen. "No offense girls, but you've only been here a few months. I've been here well over a year. My name is Milena." She easily pushed aside the smaller girls. "I'm a triple A graded breeder. My body is a fucking factory. Let me go to work for you." She purred and yanked him by the lapel, bringing his face a mere 2 inches from her lips. Milena was part-Armenian with an exaggerated hourglass figure and dark curly hair. Her aggression somewhat intimidated Darius and, despite his size and physicality, he did not want to see what would happen if he were to deny her. Not that he'd want to. Her demeanor and her built-for-breeding body got his blood boiling. He closed in for the kiss. She gripped him so tightly that he thought something would break. She had the same urgency to mate as Nancy did, but she showed more control. She was better equipped to deal with her urges, but Darius' presence quickly eroded that control. She quickly slipped off her panties and practically lifted him onto a bed and pounced on top of her prey. Her heavy tits were the size of volleyballs and pinned him down. For several minutes, you couldn't pry her mouth away from Darius' lips. She finally broke the kiss and smiled down on him. She ripped her flimsy shirt off and freed her bouncy breasts. "All I'm good for is growing your babies in my tummy." She rubbed her belly slowly and then ran her hands up to cup and kneed her udders "And feed them with my fat titties." Darius could feel her soaking wet pussy leaking all over him. Milena knew she'd never be this intimidating or powerful in their relationship again. Darius would obviously be surrounded by women in the future. "But, I'm also a big, horny girl with big, horny needs. I don't care what schedules you come up with all those other sluts, but... I WILL always have access to your bedroom." Darius was impressed that she could go over a year in heat and still delay enough to negotiate. He'd be a hypocrite to get mad at her for circumventing the system. He knew he could probably wait 5 minutes and get her to take the ultimatum off the table, but she may beat him to death. Besides, he was oddly attracted to the big girl and her demanding attitude. He nodded "Within reason..." "Within reason." Milena smiled and looked at one of the other girls "Hey Slut! Get his cock inside me!" she growled. "Yes, Ma'am!" The two other girls responded in unison and quickly approached. They massaged Darius's cock to full size. They couldn't help lubricating it with their mouths for a few moments, before ceremoniously sliding it inside the virgin fertility Goddess. Darius slid in easily to the hilt. Milena froze and felt the rapture of her first cock. She held on to his shoulder with a death grip that made him want to cry out in pain. He could feel her juices pour over his balls. She quickly started to ride his black dick. Her pussy desperately tried to milk him. She went between a snug fit to almost painfully tight. It had a mind of its own. He grunted as her weight continuously came crashing down on him. She orgasmed hard over and over again, but it was all short of her body's true goal. She grit her teeth "Come on, you fucking nigger... Claim my body... Plant your seed... I'm going to grow so fucking big. Can you imagine these fucking tits with a gallon of milk inside them? Keep me as your big, dumb, barefoot and pregnant whore!" she screamed and Darius granted her wish. He moaned out loud as her pussy clenched his dick. It refused to let a drop of his big load escape. It's the first time he's ever seen a man cum inside a pussy without it gushing out. Even when he pulled out, he couldn't see any evidence of the seeding. "Don't worry, it's in there baby." Milena rested happily on the bed and spoke with a dreamy tone. She snuggled up to him and kissed him lovingly. She couldn't help but touch the instrument of her salvation and soon stroked him to hardness. The two other girls watched the scene with deep need in their eyes. Milena smirked at her new lover "I think you have more babymakin' to do." She purred. Darius got up and approached the nervous and excited witnesses. DAY 3 The four were locked inside and Darius was forced to spend the night. Darius feared that his adventure would end once Officer Jones unlocked the door. There was nothing he could do, except curl up with his three new pregnant love slaves for warmth. Now that they were out of heat, they got just as cold as anyone in the freezer like room. The group stirred when they heard the door unlock. Like a deer in the headlights, he watched the door and his heart stopped. "Did someone get trapped??" Gwen walked through the door and relief washed over the male intruder. "Oh, thank God..." He got up to hug her. "I snuck into her office and stole the key. I think there would be a riot if you got caught now." Gwen snickered. Darius pulled her in and gave her a warm kiss as a thank you. Everyone could see their relationship was building to more than just sex. "Thanks for saving my dumb ass again." He smiled and gave her butt a playful smack. Everyone left the room and the newly pregnant girls displayed their satisfied smiles to the jealous floor of pleasure slaves. "No fair, our time got cut!" A voice complained. "Too bad bitches! It's our turn." The first floor representative stuck her tongue out at her pleasure slave rivals. She grabbed Darius by the hand and led him down to the first floor. They entered a pitch black room with a chair illuminated by a single spot light. Darius was pushed to sit. He could see nothing and awkwardly waited. He couldn't see or hear anything until another spotlight was turned on and showed a stripper pole a couple of feet in front of him. Music came on and a hand appeared to grip the pole. He wasn't exactly sure of her ethnicity, but she looked like a black/Asian mix. The side of her head was shaved, while the rest of her hair was extremely long and jet black. She wore daisy dukes and a tank top and started off with a slow gyration against the pole. She looked him dead in the eyes and her shiny, pink lip-glossed lips did the slightest smirk. Her dancing was slow and sensual as she started moving around the pole. Her performance soon picked up speed and her whole body flung around. To his complete astonishment, she somehow managed to remove her shorts in one fluid motion and toss them at him. She continued to pole dance and kept removing clothing without a moment's hesitation. She was now naked and hung upside down. Tattoo leopard spots lined her body from the shaved portion of her head, over her shapely ass and down to one of her ankles. Suddenly, two women came at him from the sides to give him a dual lapdance. The pole dancer gracefully cartwheeled backwards from the pole to land on his lap. Something familiar flashed in Darius' head and he soon realized what this was. At that moment, all the lights came on and the room was filled with a cheering squad performing all manner of acrobatics. His eyes just wanted to soak up every curve. The performance soon came to an end and one woman stood in the corner of the room. The girls giving lapdances turned the chair to face her and made sure Darius' cock was out and hard. She ran at him at full speed and vaulted like a gymnast. Darius wanted to get out of the way, but decided to stay perfectly still. She moved so fast that he almost didn't feel her throat engulf his cock to the base. She only did it for a second as she flipped over him and landed perfectly behind the stunned man. She even 'saluted the judges' when she stuck the landing. The music stopped and the girls all celebrated their flawless practice session. "Holy shit..." Darius felt like he'd have a heart attack "There's an entire Olympic tri-athlete team in here?.." The Olympics made some changes after the outbreak of BPV. Tri-athletics is a new sport combining pole-dancing, cheerleading and gymnastics. "Sorry about all the mystery. We've just never had a man around to train with as a judge. We just pulled off the most difficult move in the book, so we're all excited." The 1st floor representative sat in his lap and explained. "As you might have guessed, we're the athletic floor. We've been training for gold together for years, but now we're concerned that we might get separated on graduation day. We'll be put on different teams and we'll lose so much. If only there were a man, who could take us ALL in to his home..." she smiled at him. "The WHOLE team?.. That's pretty greedy, even for me." Darius looked around at the room full of athletic women. "We only have one condition... Fuck the living daylights out of us and we're ALL yours. Guaranteed." The girls looked anxious to hear his response. "Seems pretty standard around here." Darius joked and got to work. DAY 4 Darius was sore. He felt like he bit off more than he could chew, but he more than accomplished his goals. It was the last day and he would have to return to his own school soon. He decided to visit Gwen before leaving. The third floor practically cheered their returning champion once he stepped through the door. He walked over to Gwen's bunk and found her between the legs of a girl he didn't recognize. The girl's arms were bound behind her back. She was very short, thin and had a blonde pixie haircut. The Black Power Virus: Graduation A girl tapped Gwen on the shoulder "Can't you see I'm eating here?.." Gwen growled, but then saw Darius "Ohh.. You're back." She smiled. "Who is this?" he asked. "This is one of the girls that disappeared to the 4th floor. We call her Tinkerbell or Tink." Gwen snickered "She was being a scaredy cat about what big black dick could do to her tiny body, but her curiosity won out in the end." "I guess she'll have to stay curious. I came here to see you, not some indecisive bitch." He leaned in to kiss Gwen. Gwen was so flattered to get a special visit and kissed back passionately. The other girls watched the show and poor Tink stayed on the bed. The repressed girl couldn't even touch herself. She struggled against the ropes. Gwen and Darius ignored the audience and just focused on each other. He slipped her clothes down her luscious body and smoothly slid his cock up into her. He loved the gasp she let out with every penetration. He took his time and wanted her to enjoy it as much as possible "You know you're #1, right?" Gwen smiled widely and looked overwhelmed by the sentiment. She looked like she could cry "Deep down... I always knew... I was better than all these other sluts." Gwen pulled off the joke perfectly. When Darius laughed, she flipped over so that she could ride him. The slow love-making turned into a steamy ride. Gwen put her hands on his chest, lifted up and down his pole as fast as possible. She also winked at Tink "This is what you've been missing." She could still taste the horny girl on her lips. Tink was dripping wet and trying so hard to get out of her restraints. Darius gripped her sensitive tits, which triggered both their orgasms at the same time. He shot twice into her convulsing pussy, lifted her off of him to plaster her face, hair and tits. She was a complete, happy mess. Darius beckoned Theresa and Nancy forward to clean up Gwen. It was a small reward for being his first fuck and the first mother of his children. They happily lapped up all the cream on her silky, porcelain skin. "Please don't leave me like this!" Tink begged "I'm sorry I went to the 4th floor, I was so stupid!" she cried. "You're going to be my house manager. Should I give her some of my valuable time?" Darius asked Gwen. "I'd appreciate her as a gift. She could be my personal slave girl. I'll make sure to make her pay for doubting you." Gwen got an evil smirk. "Fair enough. I just have one question." Darius looked her in the eyes "Who's on the 4th floor that is worth getting?" Tink thought about how immoral it was to betray the girls upstairs, but quickly folded "Princess Reenad. She's in the penthouse." She lowered her head in shame. "For real? We have damned princesses?" Darius couldn't believe it. "The 4th floor is reserved for children of political elites. Princess Reenad is from the Saudi Queendom and extremely wealthy. It's really risky, they'll turn you in if they see you." Gwen informed him. Darius thought about it and turned to Tink. He smacked his wet dick against the belly of the 4'11" white girl. Her eyes grew wide as the hard dick smacked against her menacingly. "You sure about this?" He asked. Tink looked down with fear and unbearable need. She timidly nodded. It took about an hour for Darius to work himself half-way in and change her forever. ... The 4th floor residents were eager for things to get back to normal. Hosting the refugees from the other floors was growing tiresome. Everyone perked up as they heard the clicking of Gwen's heels. The smiling redhead came in "Attention ladies! I wanted to give you an update about our 'guest'. Let's gather in the common area." "Should we get Reenad?" Someone asked. "Mrs. High and Mighty can hear about it later." Gwen interjected. As everyone gathered, Darius snuck by the crowd. A few heads sniffed something new in the air, but no one investigated. Every resident on the 4th floor had their own personal room. The largest of which was nicknamed 'the penthouse'. He stepped inside and was shocked by the size of the living area. It was easily half the size of any of the dorm halls. It was so much space that it seemed rather lonely for a single person. Darius heard water splashing and saw movement. He hid for a moment and finally saw his target. The penthouse had an indoor Jacuzzi and the Princess rested in it with her eyes shut. When he looked closer, he noticed her moaning and her arms moving back and forth. He moved closer to get a better look. Princess Reenad was lost in self-pleasure. She sawed a toy in and out between her legs and enjoyed the heat of the water. Her moans grew faster and louder until she felt the mild release the toy brought her. She set the large dildo aside and stepped out of the Jacuzzi. Darius got his first good look at the Princess. She kept her dark hair in a bun to keep it out of the water, but shook it free once she started to dry herself off. She had dark tan skin, a thin waist and a firm round ass. She turned around and Darius got a good view of her slightly smaller than average breasts. Her best feature was her smoky green eyes. They looked so out of place that you couldn't look away. Right as Darius thought this, those eyes turned to him and made eye contact. The Princess almost jumped out of her skin. She saw the man that all the girls were gossiping about. Her arms covered her nipples with the towel and she just stared at the first man she's seen in years. After a few moments, she decided to drop the towel and grab the nearby bath robe. She approached him "You're not supposed to be up here. You need to go." She waved him off dismissively. "I just wanted to meet everyone and the girls downstairs said I couldn't miss you." He unapologetically looked up and down her body. "I'm promised to the President of Kenya's son. I couldn't possibly be with another man first. It would cause an International incident between our countries." The Princess protested and tried to keep her distance. For a moment, Darius seriously considered nicknaming his dick 'The International Incident'. Saudi/Kenyan relations did not rank very highly on his list of concerns, so he had few qualms about continuing. He moved closer and she backed up into a wall. Her thoughts returned to how unsatisfying the toy was. She bit her lip and breathed in Darius' scent. In the post-virus World, a woman's first sexual experience had an incredibly power effect. Six out of ten women found themselves tied to their first lover for the rest of their lives. The rest tended to get there on the second fucking. Reenad knew this, but still rationalized that she could fuck Darius without getting too attached. Maybe she could pretend it didn't happen and go to her intended. She let her bathrobe slip to the ground as she casually looked in her closet for something to wear "I can't let my country, my people and especially my Mother down." She lamented as she gratuitously displayed her body "No matter how hard I want it." She said hungrily. Darius moved behind her and for a moment, helped her flip through her extensive closet. His cock couldn't help but get semi-hard. It rose and kept hitting her ass. His face stayed right between her neck and shoulder "Why would your Mom send you all the way over here, if she didn't want you to experience Black American culture?" He led her hand to his shaft. The virus was originally designed for African-American genetics and had a stronger effect on them, as opposed to purely African males. The Princess ran her hands along his length and bit her lower lip. The closet had a mirror and the sight of Darius behind her made her decision much easier. She watched as he kissed her neck and gripped one of her tits possessively. Her own hands gripped such an incredible piece of Black meat. As pampered as she was, the Princess was not used to delaying gratification. It was a miracle she stayed up on the 4th floor during the whole 4-day weekend. Confronted with the sight and smell of the school's beloved intruder, there was no resistance left in her. She simply spread her legs and plugged Darius' head inside of her aching Muslim pussy and cried out in deep rooted satisfaction. Her heart skipped a beat when he pushed the rest of his shaft into the delicate Princess. Darius could see that she was in Heaven. He'd seen that face quite a bit during his adventure. All the luxury in the World couldn't buy that feeling. He looked at her and wanted to take everything from her. He stopped fucking and let her stand there for a moment in confused frustration. "You... are mine. Your body... is mine. Your money and power... is mine. Understood?" He looked into her eyes via the mirror. "Yes, I'm sorry. I don't care about my Mother, or country. Just keep fucking me." She begged. It was all becoming pretty routine. Darius sensed a figure coming up behind him and arrogantly thought it was just another girl from the floor wanting some action. Then Officer Jones' face joined the two in the mirror and he felt the cold metal of handcuffs snap on his wrist. "You little shit! I knew something was up!" She growled at him and pulled him off Reenad. "Oh come on! Let him finish!" Reenad protested. The Officer cuffed Darius' wrists behind his back and led him out. He went from feeling invincible to humiliated. He was paraded in front of the entire floor, including Gwen. He marched down all the flights of stairs and went outside for the first time in 4 days. She took him to the security office and sat him down. "I need to sort out some paperwork. Then I'm calling the police and whomever is responsible for you." Darius watched as she silently filled out her papers. He could see worry on her face, instead of the joy in catching an intruder. "Can I make an observation?" He asked politely. She looked angry, but stopped herself from yelling "Might as well. You're stuck here." She said dismissively. "I hate to say this... But catching me isn't going to save your job. I've been around since Thursday. That whole building kept me hidden for all that time. You know these girls better than I do, so you can probably imagine what trouble we got into." As Darius talked, Officer Jones groaned from the realization of the scope of her failure. "Obviously, I didn't have any ill intent towards you and I'm sorry I caused you all this trouble, but I have an idea to fix it." "Oh, great. You can unfuck all those bimbos?" Jones replied sarcastically. Mentally, she thought of other jobs an immune woman could get. Security was a good field, but no one would hire her after this. "No, I can't do that... Soon, we'll all graduate and most of those girls are probably going with me. I'll have a big house and lots of property. Despite everything, you were actually doing a good job for being here alone. I had a few close calls. If you let me go and don't report this, you'll have a place at my house. You can work security or whatever else you want." Darius looked at her face and can see her considering the offer. "I just need things to look normal until Graduation day." "You know I'm not a sex-crazed maniac like most women, right?" Her voice softened considerably. "Yes, I understand and no one has to touch you or anything." Darius reassured her. Officer Jones blushed a little "I'm immune... Not dead." ... Darius got back to the Academy just in time to shower and settle in, before the rest of his classmates returned. He laid on his bed reading when the rowdy group of young men returned. Everyone laughed and told stories about their relatively minor success. One of the students bragged about having sex with four different women during the long weekend. Darius kept quiet. Graduation day would be better than any amount of bragging he could do. He felt his phone vibrate. Gwen sent him the picture of all the 3rd floor girls kissing his dick at the same time. The memory made his worn out cock ache. "How did you make out, this weekend?" Michael asked. Darius debated showing him for a moment, but decided to let him see the picture. He then put his finger to his lips to shush his friend. Michael couldn't believe it and made sure he didn't raise suspicion with the others. "Are you fucking kidding me, Man?" Michael whispered. "That was just Friday." He allowed a smug smile to cross his face. ... A MONTH LATER The Pre-Graduation Day mixer was in full swing. It was a chance for students from Spear Academy and Sisters Prep-School to meet each other. All the young men tried to show off why they were better than all the others. Everyone highlighted their strengths. Steven even showed off his report cards. Darius stood alone and watched all the familiar faces talk to his rivals. He let them know not to talk to him during the mixer, but they couldn't resist sneaking peeks at their first lover. They talked to the others, but looked disinterested. "What's a matter D? Too afraid to talk to the ladies?" One of the boys asked, before snickering to his friends. The girls took note of this act of disrespect. ... The first half of the Graduation ceremony occurred like any Pre-virus ceremony. All the students received diplomas in front of their families. The second half occurred very much like a football draft. Unless their fathers had planned suitors, the female students got to choose, which male student they'd like to submit to. It was easily considered the biggest decision of their lives. Everyone was ranked and Gwen just happened to be #1. Gwen walked up to the podium "It's such an honor to be first up here and I'm proud to pledge myself to Master Darius." The crowd looked confused and some looked at the ranking sheet to see she picked the #32 ranked man. Some even laughed. The crowd became concerned when Milena came next and chose the same man. Everyone believed it was an elaborate prank once Princess Reenad chose to break off her arranged pairing. The event went on and Darius' name kept coming up. The crowd was in shock. Not all of the women Darius slept with chose him. Some of them picked Michael, since Darius put in a good word. In the end, almost 30 out of 70 of the graduating class of Sisters Bound by Bliss went home with the wily upstart. Parents were outraged, teachers screamed and argued with each other and the male student body wanted to do unspeakable things to the #32 ranked Cinderella story. 3 MONTHS LATER Darius' story became a National news story. It ranged from harmless public interest to a serious debate about fairness and security in the educational system. Some demanded punishment, but there was no evidence of criminal misconduct. A visitor came by Darius' new estate. Officer Jones checked her credentials and escorted her past the gate and to the main house. The immune woman carried a slightly bulging belly. Darius answered the door himself "Ms. Peterson! It's so good of you to visit." Lots of his women and former Sisters students were hanging around. His old teacher smiled "It's good to see you." Her bright red lipstick contrasted well with her pale skin. She wore a white blouse, daisy dukes, heels and her typical librarian glasses. "You really did a number on everyone. They're still dealing with the fallout at both schools." "If it weren't me, it'd be some other desperate nigga wanting to get ahead." Darius remarked "or get an ass." Princess Reenad joked and gave herself a smack on the ass. "or get some tits." Ingrid chimed in with her heavy German accent. "or some babies." Nancy rubbed her bare swollen belly proudly. "or some soft lips." Gwen came from behind and gave Darius a hot kiss. Ms. Peterson thought the girls looked pretty happy despite the chaos that ensued "Indeed. Which brings me to why I'm here; Student of the year usually gets a very special incentive from the faculty." "But my graduation was revoked and I've been banned from the Academy. You can tell I'm all broken up about it." He and all his girls laughed in their huge home. "That's very true. But I have my own opinion about the matter." Ms. Peterson started to unbutton her blouse. As many sex partners as Darius had, Ms. Peterson was still his school crush. He couldn't help but get excited. "You went home with the most girls, and I don't give a fuck how you did it. Student of the Year is entitled to their own learning aide fuck slave." She dramatically opened up her blouse to reveal no bra underneath. Her nipples were also pierced. Darius sat down and some of his girls pulled his pants down. Ms. Peterson stripped completely. She bent over slightly and showed off the 'A' tattoo on her right ass cheek. She turned and Darius could see a shaved pink pussy with an 'A+'. The feeling of Ms. Peterson kneeling down and sucking his cock down her throat made him truly feel like a King. After making her choke on a hot load of cum blasting down her throat, he wasted no time bending her over and claiming his prize. He shoved right in to her A+ pussy, yanked her hair back and went balls deep. His hard fucking forced her glasses off her dumb, pleasure-soaked face. "What was the first year with an all-black Congress?" Darius taunted. "Oh.. God.. Don't... Fuckin' know..." The student play toy responded. "Who's President, right now? What's 2+2?" He kept asking. Getting slight revenge for all the times he was made to feel stupid in class. "God! Who the fuck cares?! Just jam your fucking black cock into my slutty bitch pussy, you fuck!" The surrounding women loved to hear the ex-school bitch lose control. Just another addition to the loving sisterhood bound by Darius' big black cock. The Black Power Virus: Patient Zero This is one of several side stories that I'm releasing to fill in gaps and complete character stories. By popular demand, we will be seeing what happened to Kim! We'll also revisit other characters so go back and re-read previous chapters if you forgot some of the moving parts. Don't forget to leave feedback. DISCLAIMER: Any similarities to real life people are purely coincidental. All of the characters depicted in sexual situations are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist. This story contains heavy racial themes, so do not read if you are easily offended. Black Power Virus: Patient Zero 9 and a half months after initial exposure Separated by thousands of miles, an ocean and culture, two fates were unknowingly running parallel. Kim Min Sook in Seoul and Anne Peterson in the U.S. In the U.S, the doctors weren't particularly shocked to see a white woman delivering a black baby, but the event was much more surprising in Korea. Kim's parent's hearts sank when they saw their beautiful petite daughter push out an enormous black male baby. The baby would weigh a record amount for the continent. Despite his huge size, the virus helped ease the pain and Kim felt awake and alert. She held her baby for the first time and felt nothing, but love and adoration. She barely registered that her parents were furious and kicking her out of the house. The virus made her tits swell more than usual with milk and her baby quickly relieved her by gorging at her breast. She recuperated from the birth in record time and needed to find a new home. Kim's pregnancy was not the only effect that Tyrone had on the young woman. Ever since the fucking of her life, Kim's sexuality got pushed into high gear. She called on old boyfriends and picked up new guys at bars and clubs to ease her new voracious appetite. She encountered nothing but frustration as each man fell pathetically short. She mostly dated Korean men and their size, stamina and aggression were nowhere close to Tyrone's. Kim managed to fuck a white European tourist and realized that white people were not much better. Kim resolved to find a black man in Korea and her only realistic hope was near U.S military bases. 2 Months Later Kim pushed her baby carriage around the foreign friendly areas surrounding the local military base. She wore a low cut sundress that put her swollen breasts on display. The virus made them huge for her frame and made her skin silky smooth and flawless. Men and women turned their heads to look at the gorgeous woman and gasped as they saw her black baby. Kim smiled and got a thrill from all the attention. They had no idea that Kim was simply the first of many. Meanwhile, in a nearby restaurant, Specialist Wendell Davis attempted to order food for himself and his friends in broken Korean "Ajussi... Bibimbop and bolgogi... please?" The waitress responded in annoyed English "Ajussi is an older man. I'll get those for you in a minute." Wendell's friends laughed at the embarrassed soldier "Keep practicing, bro." "Yeah, well... At least I try." Wendell growled under his breath. As the soldiers waited for their food, they called 'dibs' on all the beautiful women in the area. No one ever approached the women, but it was a silly game that they liked to play, while they killed time. Wendell stared out the window absent mindedly, while his friends called dibs on virtually every woman that popped by. He didn't bother participating until he saw her. His eyes widened as he saw the gorgeous Korean mother pushing a baby carriage. "Dibs!" he yelled almost too loudly. Wendell's friends turned to look at what snatched his attention and laughed so hard "DAMN, man! You win, you definitely win. Too bad she's probably married or something." Kim looked into the window of the restaurant and saw several black soldiers gawking at her. She smiled and sat on a bench. She hefted her black baby up for the whole street to see and started nursing him publicly. The act shocked and disgusted people in the somewhat conservative society. Inside the restaurant, the soldiers were stunned silent. They couldn't believe what they saw. Wendell stood up. "Yo... Where are you going?" His friend asked. "I called dibs, didn't I?" Wendell left the restaurant to approach the insanely hot mother. Kim giggled a little to herself. She didn't expect one of them to approach her so quickly. She figured that black men weren't shy like the men she was used to. She didn't attempt to cover herself up. Wendell was a little nervous, since his friends were watching, but there was no turning back now. Wendell approached the woman, sat next to her on the bench "Anyeung." He greeted her. Kim gave him a slight bow and a smile "Anyeung." It was hard for Wendell to keep his eyes off the biggest set of Asian tits he's ever seen. "You have an adorable son." He said, hoping beyond hope that she spoke English. "Thank you, he's only a few months old." Kim said in her cute voice. "Wow, he's so big. Father must be a big guy. Are you married to someone on post?" Wendell probed. "His father is not around, he was just... passing through?" She said in a way that asked if that was the correct English expression. "I study English, since the last time I saw him. Is it good?" Wendell smiled "Your English is wayyy better than my Korean." He joked. "That man is crazy to just 'pass through'. How can he leave such a ... yeppun yoga (cute woman)?" Kim giggled "Good words to learn." She rested her hand on his thigh as she laughed. Wendell couldn't help but get hard as she touched him. He was embarrassed, but he saw the look in her eyes. She bit her lower lip and shifted her hand slightly to rest on his hard on. He was not as big as Tyrone, but definitely a step up from her Korean suitors. She moved her hand up and down for a moment before removing it and giving him a smoldering look "Do you want my hand-pone number?" Wendell was confused for a moment, but realized that she meant 'hand phone'. He could not get his cell phone out fast enough. She recited her cell phone number and Wendell took it down. Carefully, so as not to make mistakes. Kim moved her baby to the carriage and flashed Wendell the sight of her nipple for a moment. She stood up to leave and gave Wendell a peck on the lips "Don't forget to call." She said and sauntered away. As great as Kim's tits were, her ass was very respectable. Wendell just sat and watched her leave until she was out of eye sight. The virus entered his system and it was only a matter of time before he would spread it to his friends, fellow soldiers and the entire base. 2 Months Later Meanwhile in the U.S, Anne and her daughter Bunny excitedly got ready for a dinner party with Terrell. Ever since ripping Anne's husband Gary from their lives, Terrell developed a real taste for destroying white families. He did it so often that he developed a small real estate business from taking and reselling their homes. After a year, Terrell owned 7 homes in the area that all housed his women. Sandy and Candy were next door and nice enough to babysit Anne and Bunny's black children. Everyone loved getting babysitting duty, since it meant the next visit from Terrell. Terrell and his new 'clients' walked in the door. They were all laughing about something and it looked like Terrell was building some good rapport with his victims. Terrell was well dressed in a black suit with burgundy dress shirt and tie. Anne just wanted to swoon. It's been almost a week since she last saw him "Hey honey." She smiled warmly and kissed the much younger man. "Matt, Linda, this is my lovely wife Anne." He introduced the white couple to Anne. Anne knew that Terrell fucked more women than any man had a right to, but she swelled with pride knowing that she was his only wife. Anne was his first true conquest and she was perfectly fine with being one of his hunting trophies. Anne gave air kisses to both Matt and his wife Linda. Linda had that telltale glow of a woman recently infected. Matt had the telltale sleepy look. "Pleasure to meet you. Over there is our daughter Bonnie" Anne almost felt sorry for Matt. He had no idea what was coming. However, Terrell wanted to fuck Linda and he deserved anything he wanted. Terrell chimed in "and this is their daughter Melanie." A young woman waved 'hi' from behind her parents. She looked a little uncertain of why her and her family were meeting the realtor for dinner. Terrell always offered and it was usually the wife's idea to take the offer. Linda looked around "You have a lovely home." Her eyes were drawn to a wall covered in family photos. The strange thing was that each picture was of a different family. One of the framed pictures was of Anne, Bonnie and a white man, but Anne looked a lot older. Terrell gently put his hand on the small of Linda's back as she looked at all the photos. "I see you noticed my wall of achievement. I know I'm young and I've only been in the business for a year, but I got all these people into new homes. Anne was my first sale and she gave me this photo. It kind of became a little tradition ever since." Linda nodded "Wow, You've done a lot in a year. You work fast. You even got married." Anne snuggled up to Terrell "Terrell was so incredible when we bought our house. He kept in contact and made us all feel welcome to the neighborhood. He was really there for me when my marriage went downhill and the rest is history." She smiled happily. She of course left out Terrell's role in destroying her marriage, seducing her and her daughter. Every family in every photo on the wall went through the same thing. Linda watched the happy couple "You certainly look great, since then." Anne and Terrell had a heat between them that Linda hadn't felt with Matt in years. Anne couldn't quite keep her hands away from the attractive young black realtor. The woman in the picture looked older, tired and faking a smile for the camera. The woman in front of her was full of youthful energy, affection and looked downright sexy in her black dress. Linda felt a twinge of envy. "Daddy, dinner is set." Bunny told Terrell in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. Melanie sat next to Bunny, since they were a similar age. Bunny did not dress as formally as everyone else. She had a purple tank top and black shorts. Whenever Bunny stood up, her tight tank top would roll up over her small baby bump and expose her rounded young belly. Bunny couldn't be Terrell's wife like her Mom, but she liked to show off baby #2 as much as possible. Melanie saw her tummy first "Ummm, congratulations." Bunny smiled and rubbed her belly "Thanks, it's my third. Twins happened the first time" Bunny gave her mom the facial equivalent of sticking her tongue out. Melanie saw that Bunny looked happy and that it wasn't an awkward subject for her "It.. it kinda looks good on you." Melanie giggled. Bunny took her hand and placed it on her tummy "I take after my Mom, it's black." Bunny whispered conspiratorially. Bunny kept her belly exposed for Melanie the rest of the night and caught her sneaking glances every now and then. As Bunny and Melanie got to know each other, Terrell sat next to Linda and worked to charm the white couple. Terrell's hand crept onto Linda's thigh. Linda softly gasped, but didn't want her husband to see anything was wrong. She looked to Anne, but saw her knowing smile. Linda brushed her hair back and looked at the hot young man. Terrell grew bolder and slid his fingers up her dress. Linda rolled her eyes up in pleasure as he started fingering her warm pussy. Anne got the undesirable job of distracting Matt. She made the effort to make conversation and redirect his attention from the adultery. Matt was tired enough not to notice the subtle looks of pleasure on his wife's face as Terrell slowly fingered Linda. Either that, or Matt has long since forgotten what pleasure looked like on Linda. The dinner went on and by the end of the night; Linda announced that her family would buy the house that Terrell had been showing them. She didn't bother discussing it with Matt (like they planned to). "If you all drank too much, you're free to stay the night. We have plenty of room." Anne offered. Linda had a few glasses of wine and was going to accept, but Matt made his one and only smart move of the night "I didn't have any, I can drive us home, hon." He said in a groggy voice. Failure loomed over the entire night, but Melanie spoke up "I drove separately. I think I should stay." Matt nodded his head and took his wife by the hand. Linda looked like she was being dragged off to the guillotine. This time Bunny really did stick her tongue out at Anne and Terrell, she was the only one to make a catch "Melanie, you can stay in my room." Melanie blushed a little and followed Bunny upstairs. Once in her room, Bunny shut the door and turned around "You were sipping iced tea with me all night. You didn't have a drop." Melanie moved to Bunny "Things were just sooo... hot downstairs. Your 'Dad' all over my Mom. My Dad completely oblivious. And you... You just look so happy and healthy. I have to know, is it your Dad's?" Bunny rubbed her tummy again "Yep, my black step Daddy did it to me. Twice. Does that feel wrong?" Melanie responded "Yes, it's totally crazy, but I just wanna touch it." Bunny slipped her tank top over her head "You can lick it." Melanie just stared at the pretty, knocked-up redhead in front of her. Melanie knew that she had some bi tendencies, but she never even imagined that she'd be this affected by a pregnant girl. She wasn't sure if she were more turned on by her baby bump or by the taboo thought that her black step father (a man barely older than she was) was the one who did it. Melanie moved closer and kissed Bunny sweetly. The couple started to make out and Melanie couldn't stop rubbing Bunny's swollen tummy. Bunny sucked on Melanie's tongue and was happy to get the first crack at the 'new girl' of the family. Normally, she only got to play with them after Terrell fucked their World into oblivion. Eventually, Melanie moved down Bunny's body. Her lips passed over Bunny's nipple, which forced them to gush some milk. "Oh God, it's been a few hours since my black step Daddy's nigga babies drained me. They can't get enough. They're growing by the day and I just can't seem to keep up. They'll grow up to be such big and strong African warriors. They'll skewer every white bitch they can get their hands on. Just like their Daddy." Bunny cooed. Melanie took a few gulps of Bunny's delicious, warm milk, but somehow felt guilty about it. In the back of her mind she thought 'I'm stealing from a future black hunk.' Melanie's thoughts turned to Terrell molesting her Mother at dinner 'Stealing from a Black master...' she clarified in her mind. Milk spilled and Melanie moved down and lapped at Bunny's perfectly round baby bulge. It looked and felt so sexy that it made her jealous. When Bunny sat on her bed, Melanie moved down to her soaked pussy. Her tongue quickly made Bunny quake with pleasure. Bunny massaged her sore and leaky tits as Melanie ate her pregnant pussy "Damn, girl. You eat pussy just like my Mom." Bunny moaned. Before Melanie could react, the door opened behind her and Terrell walked in with his shirt off. Her eyes soaked in the sight of his perfect physique along with the VERY noticeable bulge in his sweat pants. "Daddy! Don't you know how to knock?" Bunny feigned outrage "Can't you see we're in the middle of something?" Bunny purred. Terrell sat in a chair "Don't mind me at all baby girl. I'll just stay here and keep my hands to myself." Terrell started rubbing his obscene bulge. Bunny sighed "How can we concentrate on each other with you looking so sexy." She pouted. Melanie kept eating Bunny out, but her attention was clearly elsewhere. She watched Terrell out of the corner of her eye. 'That can't be his cock.' She thought to herself 'Can it?' Terrell looked nothing but confident as he rubbed up and down his length. It didn't take long for her question to be answered. Terrell struggled for a moment to pull out his big black weapon. The head got stuck in the waistband and snapped free. The sight made Melanie drop everything and gawk. "Mmmmm Daddy. I change my mind. I want you to fuck this bitch." Bunny giggled. Melanie looked up at Bunny "That thing can't fit! I can't take such a..." Melanie was interrupted my Terrell sliding his cock into her soaked white pussy like a hot knife through butter. Melanie shrieked and came hard with the sudden intrusion. Terrell pulled her hair back and pushed even deeper. The shriek went silent and Melanie let the bliss wash over her. Bunny enjoyed the show "I get to watch you getting your first black cock. It's such a special moment." She commented as she recorded the whole thing on her phone. "Maybe I'll send this video to your Mom, so she can see what she's missing." Terrell showed no mercy and pounded the screaming girl into orgasm after orgasm. Bunny felt Melanie's pussy squirt all over her legs. Bunny looked at Melanie's face and she could almost make out the exact moment that big black cock addiction took over the young woman's life. Melanie dripped sweat and panted hard from exhaustion, but managed to talk "Oh God... Please cum in me." She begged in a higher than normal pitched voice. She reached behind her and cupped one of his balls for a moment. It was easily too big for her to grip with one hand. "Fuck! I need you to cum inside me." She cried out. "She's baby crazy like the rest of us. Give her what she wants Daddy." Bunny kept playing on her phone and egging them on "You'll thank me when you get to watch your first REAL fuck again and again." Terrell picked up the pace and made Melanie scream in anticipation of his climax. After a long, sexless dinner party, he really had to nut. His giant, black balls tightened and he shot his hot, potent seed straight into the delirious girl. After a few shots, he pulled out so that he could watch her take the gooey shots to the face and mouth. When he finally finished plastering the girl, Bunny sucked him clean and licked Melanie's cheek "Are you proud of me, Daddy? Did I catch you a good one?" "You did great, Baby girl." Terrell replied. To Melanie's astonishment, Terrell got right on the bed with Bunny and fucked his pregnant step daughter just as hard. His huge orgasm showed no signs of slowing him down. Melanie just watched the frantic fucking in exhaustion and let the afterglow keep her warm. Meanwhile, downstairs Anne was cleaning up after the party. She could hear Terrell breaking in a new girl and the temptation to join sprang up. Anne decided to leave it alone. It was Melanie's first night of being a 'real' woman and it was Bunny's night for bringing her into the fold. Despite not getting laid at that particular moment, Anne felt fully content with her sex God husband and all the other women that she came to know as family. A harsh knock on the door woke Anne from her reverie. She was a bit worried that it was Matt catching on about what happened. When she opened the door, it was dozens of people in hazmat suits. The first man said with authority "You and any co-habitators need to be placed into quarantine immediately. We have legal authority under emergency regulations to detain you." Anne struggled for a moment, but the men easily took her away and into a special van. Several minutes earlier, Terrell, Melanie and Bunny noticed the strange vans coming. "Aww shit! My Mom warned me about this." Terrell cussed. He pulled out of a disappointed Bunny and got dressed. The three quickly snuck out of the house before the men could cordon off the area. The Black Power Virus: Patient Zero ................ Anne quickly became the top news story across the Nation. The media touted her as a potential 'Patient 0' for BPV. Experts discussed the possibility of developing a cure or at the very least tracking down the source. Anne's entire life poured out on the screen, which included her mysterious divorce and slowly, but surely, her new lifestyle. Anne was poked and prodded by the CDC and forced to live in a plastic containment cell. When the CDC questioned her about the recent past, Anne refused to say a word. ................. Kim's sweaty hair clung to her face as she and Wendell watched the show in front of them. After a couple of hours of fucking, Kim took a break by burying Wendell's cock in her ass and doing a slow, mellow gyration. She sat in his lap and watched Wendell's friends pork her best friend at both ends. Kim's friend Sun used to be a plain looking Korean girl that was just as astonished as everyone else to see Kim holding a black baby. When Kim's parents kicked her out, Sun couldn't refuse her a place to stay. Sun couldn't believe it when Kim brought Wendell home after their first 'date'. It was incredibly rude to use her as a babysitter, while they fucked non-stop. However, Sun's arousal steadily increased over time. Friends and family kept asking her if she got plastic surgery, since her complexion improved and her body changed. The sounds and smells of her friend's coupling only drove Sun to the inevitable. Wendell's friends fucked Sun's mouth and pussy in perfect unison. It was a wonder to behold such a tiny Asian girl taking two huge black cocks at the same time. Soon, both men sped up and managed to unload inside the girl at the same time. Kim could see both sets of balls pulse as they pumped her friend full of strong black DNA. Sun's eyes opened wide as she was force fed an ungodly amount of sperm. Her cheeks would puff up with every blast and she struggled to swallow fast enough. On the opposite end, her pussy got filled so fast that it gushed the thick white fluid. When the two men finally finished, they pulled out and Sun plopped to the cum-coated floor like a ragdoll. Kim giggled and applauded her friend. The sight of the poor girl gasping for dear life reminded her of what she must have looked like when she first invited Wendell's friends on their 'date'. She saw that the two cocks were still hard and bit her lower lip. Her legs spread open as she sat on Wendell's lap. It just felt so natural to invite MORE. Sun's belly felt painfully full and she coughed up some cum. Moments ago, she thought she was going to get ripped apart. She felt serene and watched all three black men gather around her insane friend. Her complete satisfaction soon gave way to envy. Wendell stayed buried in Kim's ass and lifted her up into the air to offer her pussy to the closest man. The man's cock was still slick with her own pussy juice and slid in with ease. Kim's eyes rolled into the back of her head as he slammed it home. The men supported Kim's weight and she floated obscenely in the air. Wendell's other friend stood on the couch to gain some height and aimed his cock at the floating girl's mouth. Kim eyed the piece of meat and immediately gobbled it down. Kim was in Heaven until the phones of all three men went off at the same time. The man in Kim's mouth withdrew to check "Shit! We gotta get back to base. They have the MPs out looking for us. The Commander ordered everyone confined to post." Wendell looked annoyed "That faggot Woods; Always overreacting." The men quickly got dressed to leave. Wendell looked at Kim "I'm sorry Baby, we'll have to finish this party another time." He kissed her on the cheek, since he knew where her mouth's been. Once the men left, Kim pouted from the interruption. She and Sun got cleaned up in just enough time to be raided by the Korean Ministry of Health. The news victoriously declared that the 'Anne Peterson of Asia' had been quarantined and their patient zero was in isolation. ................. The researchers couldn't find anything unique about Anne, other than being the earliest infection case to date. They weren't sure if she infected her new husband or if she were infected by him. They couldn't find him, so it was a moot point at the moment. Intense public interest pressured the Government into granting an interview. Leslie Thompson had no idea what she would see at the CDC's holding area. She received exclusive access and didn't want to let the opportunity go to waste. Her guide at the CDC took her and her crew on a tour before the big interview. She put on a hazmat suit to do the obligatory, fear-mongering segment on infected white men. She passed by the hospital beds full of sleepy looking men. They didn't seem distressed or in pain. Leslie simply couldn't get an interesting answer to any of her questions. Next she moved on to the female isolation area. The CDC had far fewer infected women in quarantine, because the effects of the virus were not as obvious or detrimental. She set up the shot and went to work "This is Leslie Thompson, in a special quarantine area of the makeshift CDC hospital, never before seen by the public. The virus has proven devastating to male populations, but less is known about its effects on women. I'm standing in the female quarantine zone. Each woman has her own plastic encased cell, so I can remove my hazmat suit." Leslie looked at the women in front of her and thought that the entire segment would be censored for decency. Out of a dozen cells, all but two of the women were in a state of undress or touching themselves. The camera man enjoyed every second. "Just keep going and we'll edit out what we need to get rid of." Leslie nodded. She slowly walked backwards and talked to the camera as they went down the hallway. "I'm not a medical expert, but it seems like the virus only affects the young and... physically fit." Leslie wanted to say drop dead gorgeous. "I didn't always look like this." A voice came from the side. Leslie looked over and saw a pretty blonde in her late 20's. The girl was topless and massaging her gravity defying E-cup tits. She held up her phone "I used to look like this. I'm a 36 year old mother of two." Leslie peeked at the phone and thought she was looking at the woman's plainer and much older sister. "My body just started to change and I've been out of control ever since. My husband tried to satisfy me, but every time he tried; It just got worse. I turned myself in when I realized we were both infected. He's in the male wing now." The woman lamented. "I bet you miss seeing your children. It must be awful for them..." Leslie made a point of showing empathy to make herself look good in the segment. "I do miss them, but I'd honestly rather have a proper fucking." The woman laughed nervously and continued to play with her tits. Leslie felt very uncomfortable and decided to move on to the better adjusted and more camera-ready women. At the end of the hall, the last cell contained women with all their clothes on. "Ma'am, can you give me any insight on how you've personally been affected?" The dark haired woman wore a blouse that looked way too tight on her, but at least she could be shown on TV. "My boyfriend John is the best." She said in a dreamy tone "I was with him all night last night and told him I'd never ever leave his side. We got into an argument, since he wanted to fuck other girls. Next thing I know, he completely devastates me with his big black..." The woman caught herself "... personality. I pass out and woke up right in front of this hospital." The woman showed a picture of her boyfriend. He looked to be a very fit, young black man. Leslie couldn't help but think he was hot "Ma'am, are you saying this man left you here to get rid of you after the argument?" "Oh no, he'd never do a thing like that to me. I'm sure he'll be back soon." The woman rubbed her legs together and fidgeted "It's all my fault, I should have let him do whomever he wanted." Leslie could almost see the memory of the man infect her and make her like the others. The woman's breathing grew more ragged and her hands started to roam her body. "God damn it! I'd feed any bitch in here to that cock, just to get a taste again." Leslie started to wonder if this woman's boyfriend kept her 'sane' and his separation turned her into the same frazzled mess as the others. She decided to move on to the main event: Patient Zero Anne Peterson. Leslie was escorted into a secure area. Anne's cell was surrounded by medical testing equipment that was no doubt used on her. Leslie was pleasantly surprised to see Anne wearing well maintained business attire. Her skirt went almost to her knees and her jacket top was buttoned up. She seemed to have prepared as much as possible, but Leslie could tell she was tense. "Hello Mrs. Peterson. I'm Leslie Thompson. Thank you for agreeing to speak with us." Shaking hands was impossible due to the plastic cell. Leslie sat down in a chair near the transparent wall. Anne smiled for a moment as if to cover up a frown "Yes thank you for coming." Leslie got straight to the interview "The United States and the World has its eyes on you at the moment and people don't know what to make of you. Some say victim, others say biological terrorist. What do you think of such labels?" Anne took a moment to squeeze her hand as it twitched. She wanted nothing more but to get out and seek Terrell. Her body craved it more than anything, but her only way out was through this interview. 'I agree I'm a victim. Not of this so-called virus, but of my illegal detention in this facility. I did nothing wrong or illegal. I was simply living my life. If they can lock me up for no reason, what stops them from doing it to you or any of your viewers? I submitted to their numerous tests and I'm no different from the other infected. I need to go home and care for my pregnant daughter and newborn son." Leslie followed up "Yes, you're quite the family woman. When your now ex-husband got infected and put in treatment, what did you feel?" Anne was not exactly sure how to answer the question, so she went with the truth "I thought he was weak, pathetic... Whatever feelings I had for him were gone long before he went into treatment. My new husband is 10 times the man he ever was." The thought made Anne shudder with fresh arousal and she tried her best to hide it. "Very little is known about your new husband. There doesn't seem to be any wedding license. All we know is that he's a young African-American and he has fathered numerous children in the area; Including with your own daughter." Leslie dropped a bombshell on the American public. She had been saving that piece of shocking information. Anne did not seem perturbed "He's more man than I or any normal woman can handle. He's free to pursue any woman he wants. My daughter is of age and can make her own... wise... decisions." "I think the American people have trouble understanding your lifestyle. How can you allow this to happen?" Leslie wanted more details. In her own mind she started to wonder how a young man can keep so many women on sexual prowess alone. It was her turn to squirm in her seat. Anne responded "I can't allow or forbid anything to happen. I've let him take the lead. At times, I've felt unable to keep up with his overwhelming sex drive and I've encouraged him to take other women. As a group, we have a chance of satisfying him. He has more energy in one night, than my ex-husband has shown in years. My urges have gone up significantly and he's never failed me or any of the other women that I now consider family. I regret nothing about my decisions. He's worth everything to me. I'm his only wife, even if it's not 100% official." Leslie changed topic. She was surprised to see such conviction. "What do you think of others in your position? Like Kim Min-Sook of Korea? Other 'patient zeros' for lack of a better term are being detained and studied. As a flight attendant, she's being accused of spreading the virus willingly. Have you ever spread the virus willingly?" "I believe there is no point in isolating anyone against their will. If researchers couldn't crack the case with me, than how will they with these others? Leslie, I can assure that I've never intentionally spread the virus to anyone. Even if I did, it has been a blessing and I think other women have nothing to fear." Anne declared, knowing it would spark controversy. "Are you really saying that if you could go back, you'd do it all over again?" Leslie leaned in. "In a heart beat." Anne said without blinking. 2 WEEKS LATER Meanwhile in Korea, Kim Min Sook left her quarantine. The Government had no reason to detain her, since she showed no more hope for a cure than any other infected. She was however banned from air travel. Her hands shook with anticipation as she entered her home. She couldn't wait to call Wendell. Sun had been released earlier and looked distressed "They can't leave their military base, no one is allowed in or out. What are we going to do??" Her friend looked like she was going to cry. Kim sat and thought about it for a while. The news came on and talked about strong protests in support of the American patient zero. Some of the protests even turned into small riots. It would be hard, but the path forward was clear. .................. Terrell laid low in the penthouse of a beautiful hotel. It didn't take long for him to convince the female hotel manager to give it to him for free (amongst other things). Melanie was passed out from exhaustion and Bunny wasn't too far behind. Bunny was on her hands and knees on the bed. Her skin was slick with sweat as Terrell pounded her from behind. Bunny's eyes fluttered in and out of consciousness. She finally understood why Terrell needed so many women in his stable. For weeks, it had been up to her, Melanie and occasionally that slutty hotel manager to satisfy Terrell. It was way too much of a good thing. Part of her was worried that she could orgasm too much and break "Daddy, can I suck your dick to finish you off. I don't think I can take much more." Her body craved the fucking, but she was simply too sore to continue. Terrell knew that he should give them both a rest. He now had to deal with his rampant sexual energy with far fewer outlets. He laid back and let his sweaty pregnant step-daughter swallow him down whole. He turned on the TV to see if there was anything new about Anne following the interview. Some protests have popped up over her involuntary quarantine. Bunny lazily slurped up and down Terrell's shaft. The exhausted woman felt like she gave up everything to worship at Terrell's alter. She sucked him harder and bobbed her head, hoping to get a hot protein shot for her and her baby. Terrell suddenly sat up and Bunny directed her eyes at the screen. Sara Canlin, an up and coming conservative politician, was giving a press conference with Linda "Hello ladies and gentlemen. I called this press conference to bring to your attention the chilling case of Mrs. Linda Summers. Mrs. Summers used to be a career woman, a mother and a loving wife. She was living the American dream when she decided to buy a new home. Unfortunately, her story goes off the rails when she meets none other than Anne Peterson's husband." She paused for effect. Linda was 'present' via telecom from a quarantine hospital. She held up a picture of Melanie and of her husband. Sara continued her speech "I know Ms. Peterson is all over the news, inciting unrest and playing the victim. But her and her family is destructive to the very fabric of our society. I'll let you hear for yourself." Sara stepped away from the podium and Linda came on a big screen TV. Linda tried to look as distraught as possible, but the virus plumped up her lips, brought more color to her face/hair. She looked better than ever. Melanie woke up when she heard the familiar sound of her mother's voice "We only wanted a new home. Everything was perfect. Terrell was a perfect gentleman and even invited us to dinner. I had no idea that he was infected. My husband grew weaker and I was in denial over the symptoms. He molested me in front of my husband and absconded with my daughter before the CDC could intervene. Please let Melanie go. My husband is already in the treatment center and I have no one." Linda's tone showed more jealousy and frustration than sorrow over her family. Sara approached the podium again "I bet you wish you could have 5 minutes alone in a room with him to give him a piece of your mind." Linda looked positively turned on "Ohhh I'd show him what's what. That's for sure." Linda struggled not to grope her newly-swollen tits on National television. The TV crew wisely cut the feed just in time. "This is what happens when we let the infected roam around. They only want to infect others and ruin more lives. Our government has fled. We need new leadership that isn't afraid to stay out here with the people. The Edwards administration has abdicated. Elect me as interim President and I'll see to it that we quarantine EVERYONE with BPV." The crowd roared as Sara gave her pitch. Terrell did not want to live the rest of his life on the run "That bitch made me out to be the bad guy. Now everyone is after my ass." He flung the remote across the room. "I gotta do something about this." Melanie snuggled close to him as Bunny kept sucking his dick "I'm sorry my Mom did that. You just got her worked up and left her without any big black nigga cock. I'd go crazy too." She reached into one of the drawers "I hope this cheers you up." Melanie showed off her positive pregnancy test. "I done got knocked up with your perfect, superior, black seed." She nibbled his ear, wanting to turn him on "It's what us dumb little white sluts are for, isn't it?" Melanie straddled Terrell's now rock hard cock and sank down on it "We're weak and inferior in every way, but you've let us grow something big, strong and black inside of us." Melanie rubbed her own belly, as well as Bunny's much bigger tummy. "You can do the same to any bitch out there. Even that cunt on TV." Melanie growled as she picked up the pace. Her body bouncing up and down so fast that Terrell couldn't last long. His cock went off like a geyser inside the baby obsessed girl and Bunny quickly swooped in to lap up what cum she could. As the trio recuperated, the talking heads on TV analyzed Sara Canlin and her opposition. "The American people are squarely in the pro-quarantine corner and are looking likely to support her plan. The outrage over the Edwards' administration's decision to hide out and lead from a bunker is still burning out there. However, Canlin has her share of opponents. Protests over civil liberties and chants of "Free Anne" keep popping up. Canlin is set to visit a black community center next week to show that her plans aren't racist in nature and to speak with protest leaders." Terrell perked up when he saw the picture of the community center on the news "Holy shit... Out of all the..." Melanie and Bunny looked confused "What is it?" Terrell smiled "I know that place. My parents met there and my Dad runs it." A plan quickly started to form. ............... Wendell and his friends were getting desperate on post. The virus wreaked havoc on the mostly white male command. A black captain took charge and annoyingly maintained the policies of his predecessors. Female soldiers were confined to their barracks under 24 hour guard from black MPs. They hypocritically kept men away so they could have the entire building to themselves. Wendell flipped through the channels and saw a familiar face "Oh shit! It's Kim!" His friends gathered and watched the Korean talk show that they couldn't understand. The Black Power Virus: Patient Zero The particular show mostly discussed relationship issues in a fun/silly environment. The show normally consisted of 3 male and 3 female hosts, but due to Kim's infection, the males refused to interview her. The special all-female program brought in experts and celebrities to talk about the issue. "Welcome to the program, today we will be doing something a little different. The boys ran home scared, so it's just us girls. We've invited a few health experts and pop singer Juna to take their place. Our special guest is none other than Kim Min Sook, the notorious Patient Zero of Asia." The host introduced Kim and she slid down a slide to land in a pool of stuffed animals (The show's normal entrance for guests) to come on the set. Everyone sat on the padded floor. The other women wore some protective masks. Juna the pop singer even decorated her mask with cute, pink cartoon characters. Kim smiled and bowed before sitting down. "Thank you very much for having me. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I'm here to say you don't need masks. I've never felt or looked better." Kim wore a silky black dress and sat so as to expose her flawless legs. She held up a photo of what she looked like before her infection. The audience gasped at the clear difference. The women's health expert on the panel chimed in "We don't have very much data, but anyone can clearly see it is highly beneficial to women's health. It actually reverses the aging process. I've never seen anything like it. It also drastically increases the female libido, which can be an excellent indicator of overall health. Whether or not that is good for a woman's lifestyle is of course a more philosophical question." One of the hosts decided to steer the conversation in a less clinical direction "We all know what happens to most men, and we hope they recover soon, but Kim has experience with men that are not negatively affected by the virus. Please tell us all what that is like." Kim collected herself for a moment, she had to sell her next point carefully "I used to have a pretty good life. I was a flight attendant, traveled the World, had a normal sex life... I was confident I'd get married and have a bright future. After being with a black man." Kim paused to provocatively put her hands out to simulate the size of a black cock "I happily lost all those things. It was the most incredible, life shattering experience and you couldn't pay me to go back to my old life." As she spoke, her breathing got heavier and nipples got diamond hard. All she wanted to do was touch herself, but kept her composure. "My one disappointment is how my love is trapped on an American Army base. If you are infected, he and others like him are the ONLY ones capable of satisfying your new urges. I will wait day and night outside his base until we're reunited." Kim knew the Korean people loved romantic drama and gave it to them. Juna the Pop singer listened and removed her mask. The other women were shocked as the pretty young K-pop star exposed her face. The tiny Korean girl already had disproportionate curves. "Kim convinced me. I'm not going to live in fear. I want to experience the most pleasure I can in life." She walked towards Kim. Kim stood up and looked embarrassed for a moment, but then pulled the cutesy pop star in for a virus spreading kiss. The audience lost their minds as the two beautiful women made out spontaneously. Kim loved the soft feel of her lips. Her hand slid through the pop princess' long, obviously dyed, red hair. Wendell and his friends couldn't understand what any of them said, but all cheered with the kiss. Kim's campaign against their base had just begun. .............. Mr. Jackson was hard at work directing people at the community center. Everything had to be cleaned in preparation for National news cameras. Workers painted over graffiti and fixed several holes in the walls. He dropped everything when he saw his Nationally wanted, illegitimate son walk through the door. He immediately approached him and pulled him into his office. "What are you doing here? Now of all times... You're all over the news!" Mr. Jackson tried to keep his voice down. "I know, I know Dad. I'm trying to get that white bitch off my back. Then I heard that she's coming over here. I have a plan to change her mind." Terrell said with all the arrogance and swagger of youth. "Your Mother is batshit crazy and put the same sorta non-sense in your head." Mr. Jackson was frustrated and stressed out whenever anything about Dr. Leblanc came up in conversation. "Don't worry about me, Dad. Mom left some of her 'batshit crazy' toys for me in case I get in trouble. If I go down, they get closer to her, so she gave me the green light. It will be fine." Terrell explained. "I don't want anything to do with this." Mr. Jackson protested. "You're already a part of this. This is where everything really started. It would be a real shame if the CDC learned this." Terrell made his veiled threat "Just go with it. I promise we'll make it up to you later." Mr. Jackson looked disappointed, but had no interest in the CDC going through his facility and his past. Mr. Jackson relented. He never could offer his son much, since his wife could never find out. As crazy as Dr. Leblanc was, she could offer their son the World. .............. Wendell kept watching Korean TV. It's been a week since Kim started her protest outside the gates. He flipped through the channels. One channel after the other talked about Kim's big kiss, Kim's protest and the ever-increasing effects of BPV on the general population. Juna became an unofficial public test case, since the media had an exact time and date for her infection. She devoured the attention at every opportunity. Wendell even saw himself on the screen; At least an actor playing him in a Korean drama. He watched himself embrace an actress playing Kim. The couple had a long, melodramatic conversation before finally kissing. 'I don't think there's been that much conversation during our entire relationship.' Wendell snickered to himself. He couldn't understand what they said, but the U.S commander and Korean Health ministry seemed to be the 'villains' keeping the unlucky couple apart. He pressed mute on the television and listened to the ambient noise. He shut his eyes and could hear the roar of the protests outside in the distance. Kim stayed true to her word and camped outside the gate. Every day, the crowd of supporters grew in number, volume and agitation. The site became a gathering place for infected women. No matter how many women got arrested for lewd behavior, more showed up. The crowd was a never-ending tease to the two men on guard duty. Dave and Carl had been on guard duty during dangerously aggressive protests before, but this was a different animal all together. The protest was a giant mass of newly-transformed, gorgeous infected women. They tried to avoid public nudity so that the authorities (wearing contamination suits) couldn't pull them away and arrest them. The women kissed and touched through their clothes. They tried to ease the sexual tension, while enticing the unfortunate guardsmen. Dave and Carl were both young black men. The entire base had to deal with the infection and black men were the only ones functional enough to man the gate. One woman broke away from the simmering orgy and looked directly at the two guards. She wore nothing, but a long fur coat. She walked right up to the protest line and smiled at the two men. Her long, beautiful pearl white leg escaped her coat. She bent over and traced her fingers from her ankle all the way up to her inner thigh, but stopped right before exposing her soaking wet, black cock hungry snatch. She smiled when she saw the torture on the soldiers' faces. She slid her hand inside her warm coat and hefted up one of her virus-enhanced tits. It didn't seem possible for such a small frame to support that bust line. She slipped the coat over her shoulder to reveal her breast that only had her tiny hand covering up the nipple. The authorities came for her, but she stepped over the line into American jurisdiction. Dave and Carl looked at each other. Someone had to get her back over the line. Dave's reflexes were faster and he rushed out of the guard shack. The crowd was not just a visual assault, but once he stepped out of the small building, he could clearly smell the crowd. He approached the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. "Ma'am, you have to get back over the line." He tried to say cooly. Of course the crowd picked an English speaker to lure the guard. "Why?... We don't want to hurt anyone. We're infected... You're clearly infected." She gave him a lusty look up and down. His uniform actually had rips and tears around his arms. He also sported an embarrassingly large erection stretching out the material of his uniform pants. "We just want to do what is natural." Her voice dripped the unlimited sexual promise of her and her comrades. "I'm sorry Ma'am." He tried to grab her arm, but she slipped past him and let her fur coat slip to the ground. Dave was now confronted with the fully nude woman. She gripped her own tit and touched her pussy "Just open the gate and you'll NEVER sleep alone again. I'll see to it personally." The virus got Dave to the best shape of his life, but he just couldn't move around much with his hard black pipe running down his pant leg. The woman laughed playfully and stayed out of reach as he attempted to catch up to her. "Take off your pants. They're in the way." She stuck out her tongue slightly and bit it. His uniform pants grew painfully tight and he got tired of chasing her. Discipline broke down and he unbuttoned his pants "Ah, fuck it..." The woman's game ended immediately and she just stood there and stared. She had never seen a black cock in person. Her mind went numb. Dave gripped her arm and snapped her out of it. "Not so fast now; Time to rejoin your friends." Dave tried to do his job, but the beautiful, naked Korean woman curled right into him. She kissed his neck and gripped his dick firmly. Carl stepped out of the guard shack "What the Hell, Man! Stop fuckin' around!" He walked back in, but a slender hand kept the door from locking behind him. Carl looked back and saw two Korean girls smiling at him. Everyone looked at the button that opened the gate. One girl made a dash for the button, but Carl got in her way. The second girl tried to go around, but Carl gripped her by her dress. The three struggled and Carl knew he couldn't restrain both girls. So he utilized his most powerful weapon. He fished out his cock and both girls swooned. They were obviously conflicted between getting their own deeply needed satisfaction and fulfilling the bigger groups' goal. The first girl surrendered to temptation and started sucking Carl's dick. Carl enjoyed her mouth and held the second girl in place as she tried fruitlessly to reach the button. The two strangers quickly started making out. The woman broke the kiss and shoved her friend away from Carl's cock. He sat in a chair and she straddled his hips and lowered her inexperienced body onto the black python. The other woman tried to sneak around the two new lovers, but Carl gripped her by the leg. He hefted her up and started eating her out to keep her distracted. Her hands pressed against the walls of the small guard shack as her eyes rolled in her head from pleasure. 'What the Hell happened to Dave? He's supposed to help me out.' Carl thought 'Hope he doesn't show up too soon.' Dave had the woman on her hands and knees on top of her expensive fur coat as he took out all his pent up energy out on her. The protesters cheered as Dave fucked the life out of her. He groaned and exploded inside of her. The cum shot out so forcefully that it dislodged her from his black cock. She rested on her fur coat as Dave blasted her head to toe in powerful smelling/tasting black DNA. The struggle continued in the guard shack. The girl handling his dick would completely forget about the gate button, while the other would half-heartedly try to push it. Carl alternated between pussies to fuck and exhausted both girls. Eventually, they submitted to Carl and abandoned any ulterior motives. They sucked him off together until he bust a nut down their throats. Both girls shared the thick protein and swallowed it all. All three rested and curled up together in front of the button. Carl started to doubt his military discipline. No one wanted to hurt anyone. Deep down, everyone wanted the gate open. He placed his hand on the button and the two girls placed their hands on his. Together they all pushed the button, opened the gate and unleashed the cock-hungry tsunami on the base. The protesters came flooding in. They desperately looked for any black men on post. Some of the men saw the crowds running towards them and ran away out of fear. Others figured it was about time and allowed the crowd to reach them. Wendell looked outside his window and saw a friend of his literally carried away. Then he heard someone calling his name. He saw Kim looking for him as opposed to going after the first black guy in sight. He ran out to her. They made eye contact and ran to each other across the sexual battlefield. They hugged tight and kissed lovingly. It didn't take long for them to join the biggest orgy in human history. ................ Sara Canlin posed for photo ops with Mr. Jackson and some of the kids at the community center. Mr. Jackson couldn't really help but check her out. For someone fighting so hard against the viral sexual revolution, she wasn't above using her own looks to get attention. She wore a tight, red business suit. The skirt was mid-thigh length and accentuated her panty hose-clad legs. Her suit top was buttoned up, but teased the promise of an impressive bust. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun and she of course wore her signature glasses. The trip to the community center was not for her typical crowd of followers, but she had to do it to fight off claims that her positions are racist. She thought the claims were ridiculous, since the virus completely redefined the political landscape. So much as shaking hands with a black person or being in the same room was a risk. The community center was well screened before her arrival and no one inside had the virus. Her aide leaned into her ear and said that the director wanted to have a short meeting with her in private. She wanted to skip it, but the cameras remained on her "I'd be happy to have a private meeting." She followed Mr. Jackson upstairs to his office. Some of the young teenagers at the photo-op snuck a peek at Sara's ass as she ascended the stairs and could imagine hate-fucking her raw. "Alright Mr. Jackson. I'm all ears." Mentally, Sara told herself she'd be out in 5 minutes. "I might have some information about that young man you're looking for. I have to confess, he's my son." Mr. Jackson admitted. Sara perked up "Are you serious? Sir, I know it's hard, but the best thing for him is to turn him in. He's just as much of a victim of the virus." She got very excited. She had an opportunity to personally play a part in apprehending the very villain she helped create. "You made my boy look like a damned kidnapper. Why would I help you?" Mr. Jackson asked. "I don't understand, why did you tell me anything?" Sara looked confused. "Just to explain why I have to do this." He gripped a small remote control and pushed a button. A small decorative globe on Mr. Jackson's desk popped and a white cloud filled the room. Sara could barely get out of her seat before the white powdery cloud filled her lungs and forced her to collapse back into her seat. The last thing she heard before passing out was Mr. Jackson collapsing onto the floor. For a moment, she thought he sacrificed himself to get her. 'Did I really cause that much harm?' She wondered. The next 30 seconds felt like hours of rest. Sara blinked her eyes open. The white cloud was starting to dissipate. The memory of what happened snapped her back to reality and she scanned the room. A shirtless black man stood looking in a mirror. He turned around to face the wannabe candidate. She gasped when she saw him. Mr. Jackson hadn't even looked this good in his boxing days. The aches and pains of the years melted away and he just had the overwhelming urge to use and test his new youthful body. When he saw the new and improved Sara Canlin, he knew exactly what kind of exercise he needed. The first hint that something was wrong came when she felt her bra digging painfully into her. She looked down and saw some of the buttons burst on her blouse. She almost screamed. She got up and wanted to look in the mirror. She meant to push Mr. Jackson away but her hand pressing against the firm muscle of his chest made her pause. The feeling was electric and she had to press her thighs together for a moment. The next shock came from the image in the mirror. It seemed like a young, hot look-alike dressed like her. Her own hands roamed all over her body to make sure it was really her. It felt too good to stop touching. Then her eyes roamed to the sculpted form of her host and attacker. "How is this possible?? It takes at least a month. Did you weaponize the virus?" It felt so exhausting to think of such things. "My life is so much thinking and talking and not enough fucking" Sara gasped when she realized she spoke out loud. A knock came on the door "Ma'am, are you ok in there? We're going to be late for the next event." Her security personnel asked. Sara hesitated for a moment. All she had to do was call for help "It's ok! We're fine in here. Please don't disturb us again." "Yes, Ma'am." The footsteps faded away as the man walked away from the door. Sara looked at Mr. Jackson with both anger and unbelievable need "I guess you're going to take advantage of me, aren't you?!" She raised her voice accusingly, but hoped he'd do just that. Mr. Jackson sat back in his chair and spread his legs "I've made plenty of mistakes with women in my life, but I've never forced anyone. You can leave whenever you want." Sara watched as Mr. Jackson's erection traveled down his pant leg. The bulge just seemed to get longer and thicker by the second. She stood up and moved towards the door. Every step ached and her body screamed to go the other way. Her pussy soaked through her panties to drip onto the floor. She proudly put her hand on the door knob, but took it off again. Instead of leaving, she removed her panties and turned back to the man who did this to her. She hungrily kissed him and desperately reached into his pants. She had zero concern for her own well-being when she shoved the massive head in without looking. The desperation overwhelmed her and she shrieked as he stretched out her soaked white pussy. She stared intensely into his eyes as she sunk down onto him, determined to fit as much in as possible. She gritted her teeth and placed his hands on her ass "Shove me down that fat nigger dick!" Mr. Jackson was happy to oblige and pushed her forcefully lower. He thrust up into the fully clothed politician and let her ride him. Despite remaining clothed, the fucking was the most animalistic of Mr. Jackson's life. Sara flailed and writhed wildly and showed no signs of slowing down no matter how many orgasms wracked her body. He reached under her blouse and did Sara a favor by ripping her bra from her body. Relief hit her and Mr. Jackson's hand brought untold pleasure to her newly-sensitive tits. After 45 minutes, Sara could pass out from exertion. Mr. Jackson lifted her up and down on his cock with his powerful arms and rammed in one last time before blasting her with his pent up cum tanks.