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Hi BPV fans! Here comes another chapter in the primary story line. I think it’s my favorite story so far. Not necessarily as erotica, but as a story.
WARNING: This is one of my futa chapters, so if you’re not into it feel free to read my and Hell of a Critic’s other recent chapter BPV: Mad Science. Once again, there are NO futa on male scenes.
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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.
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The Black Power Virus
Ch. 6: Corporate Espionage
95 YEARS AFTER INITIAL EXPOSURE
Simone watched unblinking as her Supervisor Lester bent his hulking mass over the ludicrously under-sized office slut. Simone wished she had a better term to use, but her job title was literally ‘office slut’. It was even on her name tag. Lester used to play football and easily surpassed 250 lbs. Like clockwork, he could be found in the break room at lunchtime utilizing one of B.I.M.B.O Tech’s countless office sluts. This particular office slut couldn’t have weighed 100 lbs. soaking wet. Lester pulled her tiny arms back and her tits bounced obscenely with each thrust. She was less woman and more sheath to his ogre-sized dick.
Simone crooked her head slightly to the side and observed the look of rapture and horror on her face. At one point, her arms switched back and forth between pushing him away and trying to pull him in. The girl probably knew that she couldn’t truly take the goliath, but it didn’t stop her from trying. She and the others had a burning, insatiable desire that completely drove their actions. Simone had to remind herself that they’re all just animals that occasionally play at being human.
Right on time, Lester showed signs of finishing. Ever the pragmatic office supervisor, he pulled out and shoved down her tiny throat to avoid a mess. His thick cock made a sizeable bulge traveling down her throat and nearly reached her stomach. His melon-sized balls unloaded wave after wave of thick, hot, black cream. By the time he pulled out, she could barely keep the massive protein load down and she collapsed onto the floor holding her swollen tummy.
“Good hustle.” He encouraged as he buckled his pants back up. He turned around and noticed Simone sipping her coffee about 3 feet away “Oh, hey Simone. Got those reports I asked for?”
Simone nonchalantly answered “Yes, sir. They’re waiting on your desk.”
Lester approached her “You always get shit done early. Don’t think I haven’t noticed… Amongst other things.” Simone was a taller woman at 5’10” with subtle curves that were fairly uncommon in the Post-Virus World. She had long, sandy blonde hair with some natural curl. Her green eyes and adorably-freckled face revealed her partial Irish heritage.
Simone fingered her classy black collar “You don’t want me kicked out of my house and forced to be a cocktail waitress at the Company’s entertainment division… Do you?” Simone ran her finger over the Masters’ serial number on her collar.
Lester looked disappointed “I guess. Wouldn’t want you black-listed, if your man is the possessive type. I gotta actually eat lunch at some point, so I’ll see you later.”
Simone watched Lester leave. Getting the counterfeit slave collar was the best investment she ever made. When she started working at the company 4 years ago, her bare neck was an invitation to all the male employees. Her excuses started to draw suspicion and she couldn’t risk it.
“The mission is ALL that matters.” Was a common mantra in her thoughts.
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Meanwhile, the live studio audience cheered as Christie Lambert’s morning talk show resumed filming. The blonde host flashed her trademark exaggerated smile “My next guest is a fan favorite on the program. She is not only the top ranked female, but the most successful entrepreneur PERIOD. Her company rose practically overnight to revolutionize the cosmetics industry after a proud history in the entertainment sector. Please Welcome, CEO of B.I.M.B.O Inc., Keisha Davis the third!”
The crowd erupted as Keisha strode on stage. Despite wearing a light purple women’s business suit, she showed off her long, flawless legs. Her blouse too left little to the imagination and tits bounced hypnotically as she took her seat and crossed her legs.
“Let me just say that every time I have you on, you seem to be introducing a new miracle in a bottle. People are astonished and clamoring to know how it all works.” Christie set up the conversation.
“Well Christie, this is usually my one and only media stop, so I make sure to make it count.” Keisha smiled and motioned over to a display. “B.I.M.B.O Tech is going deeper into the hair coloring market with a new line of genetic modifiers. We’ve had the natural occurring colors Escort bayan for years. Blonde, brunette, red… But now we have the entire color spectrum. One dose will give you a complete color change for 2 weeks without the damage that dyes can cause. How about it audience? Should Christie try one?” The audience roared and chanted encouragement to Christie, who had no choice but to accept the publicity stunt. Keisha ran her finger up and down the different colors to gage audience reaction. The various blues, greens got fairly positive audience reaction, but the noise level clearly spiked for hot pink.
Keisha raised the hot pink aerosol can in the air to egg on the excited, mostly female audience. Christie knew her ratings would explode after this and took a hit. Her scalp burned pleasantly for a moment and her blonde locks quickly turned a vibrant pink. The audience was stunned at the demonstration and practically lost their minds when Keisha told them a coupon for the extremely expensive new product was under their seats.
When things died down, Christie carried on with the interview. “Well, I appreciate the make-over” She joked “As I said before, people want to know more about you and how this all came to be. Your products alter a persons’ very genetic structure, much like BPV did when it first spread. There’s been some speculation that your companies’ technical know-how would allow you to potentially cure BPV. Is that something that you will pursue?”
“Christie… I just want to make women look and feel good. Our technical staff is second to none with closely guarded trade secrets, but it’s not our place to ‘cure’ anything. The highest rates of depression, alcoholism, drug use and incarceration exist today in the immuned community. Does becoming like them sound appealing to anyone?” Keisha made her point to loud approval from the audience.
The interview went on and Keisha had to repeat the lie about ‘being the granddaughter’ of the business woman who founded the casino/saloon that would eventually become the cosmetics conglomerate. She hated to do that. She wanted to take credit, but couldn’t answer questions about her own age. Someday, the questions would grow too loud and she’d have to abandon her own identity.
“Now… Final question, I have to ask. Who is the man behind the powerful business woman? Who do you get on your knees for?” The audience wooed and hollered at the naughty line of questioning.
This was yet another question that Keisha despised, but had to respond to “Oh Christie, do you think just anyone could tame this?” She motioned over her own incredible body and cat calls/whistles went off in the audience. Keisha massaged her own fake slave collar “He definitely appreciates his privacy, so once again my lips are sealed.”
Christie got the same answer every time and didn’t look at all surprised by the dodge “Well, that’s all the time we have, so thank you for coming.” Keisha gave Christie a hug and air kiss on each cheek, smiled and waved to the crowd. She sashayed off stage. As soon as she was out of sight, she ripped off her collar; instantly ripping the thick material as if it were paper. She passed the green room, passed staff offices and entered Christies’ dressing room. Keisha took off her heels and suit jacket. She checked out Christies’ extensive sex toy collection as she waited.
A couple of minutes later, Christie came rushing in “Oh good, you’re here. We don’t have much time, my producer is…” Christie was cut off by Keisha gripping her roughly by the neck.
“You just have to keep asking that stupid question, don’t you?” Keisha snarled for a moment before relenting. Christie looked scared, but Keisha reassured her with a kiss.
“You know I have to. People would wonder why I didn’t. It’s one of the big mysteries driving people crazy.” Christie reached under Keisha’s skirt “I know the truth, but I have to pretend. Just like you.” Christie hiked up Keisha’s skirt and stroked her monster girl cock to full hardness. Her eyes stuck to the object of her desire. Christie was one of the many women that Keisha didn’t officially own, but who regularly cheated on their masters to be with her. Keisha was a master at manipulating such relationships to her advantage.
Keisha pushed her to her knees and gripped her new bubblegum pink hair. She rammed her throat “You look so slutty with that hair. Maybe I should give you the permanent version.” Keisha teased and throat fucked her.
Christie frantically fingered herself as she sucked and inhaled Keisha’s scent.
As Keisha flipped her over and got between her legs, Christies’ phone went off. She answered her producers’ call with a loud “FUCK OFF!” and hung up.
Keisha was mildly amused and rewarded her with thick black horse cock “What if your master called?” She teased.
Christie looked a Bayan escort little less eager “I wouldn’t quite put it that way.”
Keisha took a seat and spread her legs as if on a throne. She motioned Christie to stand “I see it makes you uncomfortable to talk about him. Would you like me to go?.. Maybe we should stop doing this.”
Christie held up her hand “NO! I’m sorry. My man is perfect… Too perfect.” She lamented. “Everyone wants to fuck the home team’s star quarterback. There’s just too many of us girls and not enough time in the day.”
“Not having enough time doesn’t sound perfect to me.” Keisha’s cock bobbed between them and she flicked her head back to motion her forward.
Christie got up on the chair and moved her dripping pussy into position “Of course you’re perfect too. There’s more than one kind of perfect.” She lowered herself onto the blunt cock head and groaned as her pussy stretched wide.
Keisha gave her a stern look “I’m the most successful CEO out there. My time is VERY valuable.”
Christie took a deep breath and put her hands on Keisha’s shoulders. She cried out as she forced herself to sink down all at once. Her body trembled and quaked. Her mouth hung open as the sensation overtook her.
Keisha gripped her hips and hoisted her up and down with ease. “Mmmmm that’s better. TV sluts should have SOME talent.” Keisha smacked at her tits, ass and face to spur Christie to ride her harder and faster.
Once Christie got to her top speed, Keisha gripped her breasts harshly and pulled her up and down even faster. When she was ready, she pulled Christie down as forcefully as possible. Once she got in as deep as she’s ever been, Keisha unloaded. She held her tight to keep the force of her orgasm from dislodging the TV personality.
Christie shivered in twitched from pleasure and it looked like it forced her soul from her body. Keisha stood up and plopped her like a discarded toy on the ground.
She lay panting on the floor as Keisha got ready to leave “Don’t forget our deal. Someday you’re going to tell people the truth and I’ll get the exclusive.”
Keisha heard this every time she visited “Yeah, yeah. IF… I ever do it, it’ll be on your show.”
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Simone had been working for the company for over 4 years. Her mission started almost immediately after the roll out of B.I.M.B.O Tech’s first genetic modifiers.
Lester showed up at her desk with a big smile. As obscene as he was on break time, he was very professional during work hours. “Top floor asked for nominations of the best and the brightest to work directly with the CEO herself.” He slipped an envelope onto Simone’s desk “I know you’ve been working hard and no one deserves it more than you.”
Simone practically jumped out of her chair to give Lester a big hug. She even got lost in the moment and gave him a big kiss on the lips. Simone didn’t always know how to show platonic affection in such a radically oversexed society.
Lester looked uncomfortable and looked around to see if anyone saw what happened “Simone, I understand you’re happy, but it’s work hours. Don’t let that happen again.” He chided her.
Simone was embarrassed “Oh… I’m sorry, Sir. Won’t happen again.” She had to keep it together. All the digging for information over the last 4 years proved utterly pointless, so she strived to work her way up into the inner circle. This was potentially her only opportunity.
The next day, Simone waited to be interviewed with the other candidates. There were two distinct lines. Simone waited with the professional candidates, who were the best and brightest. The other line was full of women touching up their make-up and wearing the most obscene outfits. Simone knew there were no men on the top floor ‘Why do they need to interview pleasure girls for a female CEO?’ She wondered to herself.
Her entire life led up to this; as she sat, her life and training came back to mind:
Simone grew up without an accurate concept of the outside World well into her late teens. The compound she was born and raised in was owned by Laughlin an industry with practically guaranteed exponential growth in an economy dominated by women trying to please their black owners. Privately, their primary goal was to bring the white race back into dominance.
She and the other children were taught to believe their ancestors were wiped out by biological warfare. At 16, it was apparent that her natural beauty made it possible for her to blend into the outside World. Top members of L&J revealed the full truth to her in graphic detail with hours of modern, hardcore pornography. The images of sexual subjugation shocked her to her core.
Mr. Laughlin himself approached her “I know this is a lot to take in, but people like us stick out. People with immunity are systematically discriminated Escort against. You’re the only one that can go out there and infiltrate any institution that can help us come up with a cure.
B.I.M.B.O Inc… 7 years ago, it was nothing more than a sleazy casino/entertainment company. Out of nowhere it introduced B.I.M.B.O Tech, a revolutionary bio-engineering subsidiary. How could that happen? What changed? Most importantly… What is the scientific secret that allows them to manipulate DNA, just like BPV?
You are vital… Are you willing to accept this mission?”
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“Simone…”
“Simone?..”
Simone woke from her daydream and stood up. The secretary turned her back to lead her to a small interview room. Simone followed, but used the opportunity to place a small bug on the underside of the secretaries’ desk. The secretary had a stone serious look about her that seemed vaguely familiar. Simone couldn’t quite put her finger on it and figured she must have seen her around the company at some point and forgotten her.
Simone walked in and immediately recognized her interviewer “Ms. Yutani, it’s an honor to meet you.”
“Oh please, call me Kat.” Katsumi shook hands, sat down and crossed her creamy white legs. She wore a little black dress that contrasted well with her skin. The elegant Japanese woman fingered through Simone’s personnel file with a look of moderate disinterest.
Simone did not hold the other women in the office in high regards, but Kat was different. Her deep knowledge of the company and professionalism gave Simone some hope for infected women. Most of the interview focused on her job performance, but even Kat couldn’t avoid the topic of sex.
“Your supervisor Lester Wallowitz says that you’ve never taken a single ‘relief’ break over 4 years at the company. That’s pretty impressive.” Kat’s strange amber eyes moved up and down Simone’s body.
“It is very difficult, but my owner is a very good man that takes care of me outside of work.” It never got easier for Simone to lie about ‘being owned’.
“Well the union will get upset if you don’t use your allotted time. I for one think it’s a positive. We specifically keep men out of the top floors to avoid distractions.” Kat said, while a wicked little smile crept across her face “Us girls help each other out up here.”
Simone felt Kat’s foot slide up her leg. It snaked between her thighs and teased her panty covered pussy. Simone gasped from the unexpected intrusion.
“You are willing to be a team player and help out the other girls, right?” Kat bit her bottom lip in a way that made her invitation fairly tempting.
Simone almost blurted out something awkward when she got interrupted/saved by the secretary “Ma’am, you’re needed in the conference room.”
Kat gave a playful pout “To be continued… Maybe” She stood up and extended her hand.
Simone quickly rose and shook her hand “Yes, Ma’am. I hope to hear back soon.” Once left alone, Simone breathed a sigh of relief. She exited the interview room and realized that the conference held most of the staff’s attention. Simone casually walked out of sight and ducked into a records room.
She looked through the filing system for anything related to the origins of B.I.M.B.O Tech’s genetic modifiers. The word that came up again and again was ‘Catalyst’. Any document that referenced product development used the code word catalyst and had no technical information. It wasn’t much, but Simone had a starting point.
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Keisha sat at her desk conducting her own round of interviews. Her eyes were closed and she quietly hummed a tune.
Her secretarial candidate was crammed under the desk trying her hardest not to choke to death. She managed to cram three quarters of Keisha’s impressive shaft down her tiny throat and she struggled to swallow more.
Keisha enjoyed the gagging sounds, but her secretaries were all elite “Tsk, tsk, tsk… Don’t think you get a free ride just because you’re one of my daughters… and grand-daughters.” Unlike typical black masters, Keisha had to keep her gender and her age of 85 a secret. She couldn’t trade off her offspring as easily and was not above enslaving and breeding them. She even had a few great grand-daughters with 3 generations of Keisha’s DNA running through their veins.
Keisha’s discouragement caused her grand-daughter to lose focus and cough uncontrollably. She had to pull back. Keisha stood to let the tiny white girl out. Despite her biological differences, the ‘single race’ phenomenon was in effect. 95% of the time, Keisha’s t-girl offspring looked like her, while her daughters looked like their mothers. She thanked God that she produced no males.
Keisha was getting a little tired of seeing the same white bitches pop up over and over again. She understood Dr. Leblanc’s reasoning, but already ordered her to create a genetic modifier to reverse this effect in individuals. It’s scheduled to hit store shelves next year. She couldn’t wait to see her DNA quickly erase some white girls over a few generations. Her dominion would be absolute.