TITLE    : The Conundrum Crew
STORYID  : the-conundrum-crew
SUMMARY  : The gang faces their most engaging mystery to date!
AUTHOR   : TheRealOnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2024-07-26
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bnwo|white teens|race play|humor|black bred|gangbang|bbc|interracial|degrading|


Hey gang, it's been a while, but summer time is always busiest with the family being around full time, so writing had to take a back seat for a bit (and probably for a bit longer still). Wanted to at least drop a little something for those who enjoy my bullshit, so here you are:

Oh, and if this all seems a little familiar, it's because there are certain IPs you aren't allowed to use on here, so I had to create my own version of it. Don't forget, if you just want the smut and none of the story, look for the bars of stars. Enjoy!

-The Looming Darkness-

"I know Lacy, I've heard about it on the news too, but Stan got together with those goofy local "militia" guys, and bought a gun, so, hopefully that's enough to keep any crazies away." Maggie said, her phone pressed into her ear as she dug through her purse for her keys.

She nodded along with her friends chatter on the phone, exasperated at her paranoia, sliding her key into the lock, undoing the bolt, and stepping inside.

"Listen Lacy, I just got through the door, I've got to go for now, I'll call you later, okay?" she finished, kicking her heels off with a notable relief, sitting her purse on the small but mail cluttered table by the door, sighing quietly as Lacy wrapped up the last of her goodbye rant, "I know... I will... okay, have a good night... right... okay, you too."

Hitting the end button, she couldn't help but laugh a little, padding into the living room with relief. She had to stop and pause, as she realized the living room TV was still on, though it was muted. She had left before Stan this morning, and both the kids had been watching some colorful nonsense at the time, so it wasn't entirely impossible that he just forgot it... but why was it muted? It was also playing the local Fawkes news station, the auto-generated captions popping up as the heavily makeup covered blonde woman on screen addressed the viewers with her brow furrowed in concern. Maggie looked around at the mess of a coffee table, fishing the remote from its hiding place under a small pile of sticky toys, unmuting the program and giving it a listen.

"... which has authorities completely baffled, as none of the missing "victims" have left any sign of struggle, or indication that violence occurred, leaving at least seven women missing, including four mothers, two college students, and one girl who had just graduated high school. While there was no sign of struggle, each scene did appear to show signs of break in, which begs the question... what does our brazen burglar truly hope to steal, and WHY is no one fighting back? We'll be back with..." the reporter finished, her dark tone and concerned appearance immediately replaced with a bleached smile as she turned to face a new camera.

"The only thing being stolen right now is my sanity." Maggie chuckled, shaking her head, "Fucking Fawkes news, who even left this on?"

Clicking the TV off with the remote, Maggie froze in place, seeing in the now dark reflection of the once populated screen, a burly black figure standing out against the light behind her. She immediately turned and spun on her heels, her eyes going wide as she backed into the rear of the couch, almost fumbling over it.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?" she cried out upon confirming visual contact with the figure, his imposing frame stepping closer towards her, "PLEASE I HAVE CHILDR... what... what are you doing?" she said, her terror replaced by an almost hypnotized interest, her eyes dropping down, "Oh... oh my god..."

She would repeat those last words a lot more that night, though both she, and the sound of her voice were lost forever to her family; her husband bringing the kids home later that evening to find the place empty, her purse still where she left it, nothing stolen, and what might have been complete silence, were it not for the chiming buzz as Lacy called Maggie's now abandoned phone.

-Three Days Later at the Sheriff's Office-

"Listen, this is a fairly high profile missin' persons case, with twelve women missing now, and seemingly no sign of it stopping... with another 18 year old girl disappearing just last night while out on a date..." the sheriff said, his light brown eyes sunken in his slightly puffy pink face, his mustache just starting to show signs of grey, "Which is why we chose to make the bold decision to bring in some new blood on this."

"We're entirely at your disposal, sir." Frank Jonas said, his head tipped back slightly with bold confidence, his firm jawline smooth and hairless.

"Well, I understand you're specialists when it comes to this sort of thing, and we've developed a new theory as to what might be going on..." the sheriff said, eyeing up his new investigators with a shrewd eye.

"And what might that be, sir?" Vivienne Dinklage inquired quietly, pushing her thick glasses up her nose.

"Ghosts." the sheriff replied, his tone dark and somber.

"I FUCKIN' KNEW IT!" Frank said, jumping and pumping a fist down in the process, his response downright giddy.

"You and your team have more experience with paranormal investigations than any other unit out there, and frankly, we're stumped. Now, I know there are a lot of tax payers out there who probably wouldn't be too keen on us hiring a group of 18 and 19 year old kids who drive around in a funky old sedan with their dog, but I'll be god damned if you don't get results." the sheriff continued, the gang shrugging and nodding along, "Now, tell me what you need, and then get your asses out there and get me some results."

"Like, a sandwich would be great right now." Orville "Grubby" Dodger said, licking his lips.

His dog Doobie, who could NOT talk, simply looked up at him for a moment at the word sandwich before turning his attentions elsewhere, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted hot breaths.

"Oh Grubby..." Delphine Blane said, tilting her head with a sweet smile, her flowing red hair falling from her shoulder, before turning back to the sheriff, "We need a $1200 hundred dollar a day flat payout, as well as an expense account, and use of your lab facilities on request." she shot out, her suddenness making the sheriff jump slightly.

"Uh, right, sure... we can do that." the sheriff sputtered.

"Is there any other evidence you might have been withholding from the public, a specific detail, or calling card, that might help us in our investigation?" Vivi inquired somewhat timidly.

"Very astute, young lady." the sheriff said, flashing her a grin, "We've been keeping this a secret to prevent copy cat cases, but here, take a look at this." he finished, handing her an open plastic evidentiary bag containing a single black card with silver lettering.

Vivi snapped out a black nitrile glove, stretching it over her right hand before taking the card out, flipping it over, and reading the inside.

"Your women belong to us now... signed, Black Bart." she read, the rest of the gang gathering around to look.

"Like, wow, man." Grubby said, gulping.

"Black Bart, that's a fucking pirate name if I ever heard one." Frank said, his chest heaving with excitement, "Not just a ghost, a fucking pirate ghost... holy shit, this is the tits."

"A... a pirate ghost?" the sheriff chimed in, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Pirates are always doing shit like this." Frank said, turning toward him, his look serious again, "I'll bet when he says "US," he means his undead pirate crew... this could be BIG."

"No son, this isn't BIG..." the sheriff said, shaking his head, "This is GODDAMN ENORMOUS... we can't have a bunch of damn ghost pirates running off with our women to serve on some ghostly galleon!"

"I promise you sir, we won't let that happen." Frank said firmly, punctuating his statement by slamming his fist down on the sheriff's desk.

"Just give us an address, and we'll start canvasing the area for clues." Vivi said, carefully putting the card away before closing the bag and peeling her glove off.

"... and grab these ghouls by the ghoulies!" Delphine added in, suddenly leaning forward as she made the obvious gesture with her hand, her milky white breasts practically spilling out of her purple dress as she did.

The sheriff couldn't help but look down into her cleavage, gulping nervously.

-Maggie's Former Residence-

"Alright gang, the sheriff said that the victim's husband and kids have left to go stay with family, so we have the whole house to ourselves... let's split up and check the area." Frank said, his eyes squinting as he surveyed the house from the street, "Vivi, you and Grubby go check out the living room area, Delphine, you and I will go check out the bedroom upstairs."

"How many times do I have to remind you: it's NOT happening, Frank." Delphine said, rolling her eyes.

"I... I wasn't suggesting anything, I just thought we could cover more ground..." Frank said, trying to pretend otherwise, but his plan obviously derailed.

"It's a three bedroom suburban home, how much ground could there possibly be!?" Delphine said, turning and putting her hands on her lithe hips, "You definitely need to get laid, but NOT by ME." she finished, storming off in a huff, her purple high heels clacking up the front walk to the modest house before she pivoted, inspecting the exterior.

Frank turned to the others with an exasperated look, Vivi and Grubby just shrugging at the awkwardness, before Frank started towards the house.

"You know he has a micropenis right?" Vivi said, giggling dryly as she turned to Grubby.

"Yeah I, uh... like, I saw it when he tried to surprise Delphine in the back of the van on the case of the Valentine's day ghost." Grubby replied, clearly not pleased at having to relive that memory.

"I honestly don't understand all this sex nonsense. You people are such horn dogs." Vivi said, grabbing her kit and starting towards the house too.

"You people? Like, how did I get roped into this?" Grubby said defensively, though he would never admit that he definitely beat off thinking about Vivi at times... especially after he caught her bent over crawling around on her hands and knees looking for her glasses, which happened more often than you might think.

-Not Long Later-

"I think I have something here, gang." Vivi said, carefully inspecting the floor from the front door into the living room as she crawled around on her hands and knees, her ass thrust up, her brown skirt riding up a little.

She had blocked off an area from the front door to the living room, and was using specialized powder for residue tracking to show footprints as she clicked on her UV light.

"Looks like she started HERE." Vivi said, pointing to a pair of female footprint leading from the now long discarded heels by the door, "Walking THIS way to the living room." she continued, crawling carefully along after them, flashing her hips with every move "Before stopping here for a moment."

Both Frank and Grubby were a little distracted by the show playing out in front of them, Vivi's shapely ass still thrust out as she looked closer, Frank trying to hide his minuscule erection, Grubby just leaning into the skid and straight up staring.

"But then we have... SURPRISE!" she declared dramatically, showing the twisting marks of her turning on her heels, and the standalone sign of her toes pressed firmly against the floor, "That's when our villain came from around the corner HERE." she said, turning suddenly, both the boys quickly acting as if they were following her evidence, "Big boots... definitely a larger man."

"Oh, right, like... for sure." Grubby gulped, his chest tense with arousal.

"But then just like that... her footprints disappear... as if she was lifted into the air..." Vivi pondered.

"Teleported back to his ghostly ship, no doubt." Frank said, regaining his composure.

"Yeah, unless she was like, just sitting on the back of the couch." Grubby added, jokingly.

Vivi shook her head slightly at that, but got up and took a look anyway, finding a shocking development in the form of TWO sets of handprints on the back of the leather framed couch.

"Guys, wait, come look at this... these smaller ones facing the door are hers... you could tell she was gripping it quite hard..." Vivi notes, looking closer at the impressions, "And here you can see larger, manlier handprints, almost as if he was also bracing himself for some reason..."

"Probably tried to intimidate her... typical pirate stuff. Nasty fellows." Frank said, approving of his own thought.

"Maybe..." Vivi said, noting a patch of dried fluid running behind the couch cushions, forming from roughly where Maggie would have been sitting, something that two larger ass prints confirmed, "That's weird... why would she not be wearing any bottoms..."

"Maybe she was... wait a minute... where's Delphine?" Frank said suddenly, glancing around.

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-Where Delphine Was-

"OH MY FUCKING GOD." Delphine said, looking down at the thickest, longest dick she'd ever seen in her short life, the skin dark and smooth like chocolate, precum dotted on the tip.

"Yeah, you like that shit, bitch?" the man said, stroking himself slightly, only his cock and balls poking out of the front of his baggy jeans.

"I mean... there are no... WOW." she said, almost reaching out to touch it, a sudden stirring hunger already forming inside of her, heat spreading like wildfire.

"Whyonchu get down on them dainty white knees of yours... look at it a little closer?" the man said, guiding Delphine down to the floor with a firm black hand in her thick red hair.

She didn't hesitate, argue or protest, she simply fell to her knees and awed at it. The slightest scent of musky sweat coming from it, the thick head mere inches away from her lips. She was getting flustered, her face hot, her pussy already starting to ache with need as it salivated.

"Is this... is this what this has been all about?" she said, looking at it wide eyed and curious.

"You mean them other missing bitches?" he said, assuming, "Yeah... ain't no fucking white girl able to resist nigga dick." he confirmed, and confirmed even further a moment later, "Go ahead, suck that shit... I know you want to."

Delphine absolutely DID want to... and not just suck it, but fuck it... kiss it, praise it, show it off to her friends... this was the dick of kings. It was the sort of dick you got addicted to, the sort of dick you take anywhere he wants it and thank him for it, the kind of dick you drain with enthusiasm. She glanced up at him one more time with wide eyes before smirking, leaning in and putting her lips right on the end as if kissing it, opening her mouth slowly and taking him in, savoring the taste of his dewy precum and erect by pliable flesh, practically melting as she worked it into her mouth, reaching up to cradle his balls as she did.

"Yeah, that's right..." the man said, enjoying the hot pleasure of her eager mouth.

Delphine felt the head hitting the back of her throat, trying to relax it, trying to take more of him in, but it wasn't easy... he was massive. She sucked, working her tongue around the head, stimulating him, pleasing him like she knew she should, jerking him as she continued trying to work him deeper. She had never been so in love with a cock before. Frank had made his plays, but she found him very off putting, and she had dated one other guy before now, but even that felt like more of a burden than a relationship, but this... this felt right, it felt natural, like it was what she was built to do. Her mind flashed to Franks pathetic little white micro dick (which yes, he had succeeded in showing her), as well as her former boyfriend, who was also white, and they were nothing compared to this. She pulled it from her mouth with a gasp, her saliva glistening all over it, her eyes once again locking with his as she continued jerking him.

"I... I can't fit it all down..." she said, putting on a sort of childish disappointed tone and pouting her lips, "I think... I think you're going to have to FUCK my face."

She finished, crossing her ankles behind her and kicking off her purple heels, reaching up to unzip her dress, enthusiastically pulling it down, the soft milky globes of her large white breasts spilling out, pink nipples already firm with arousal. She couldn't get to her panties yet, but they were soaking in her juices right now, the moisture showing as she burned for him to penetrate her fully.

"I think I was gonna do that anyway." the man said, smirking as he took in the view of her soft white flesh, the sort of thing he saw a lot, but still enjoyed none the less.

He braced her head in his firm black hands, Delphine repositioning herself, leaning forward, planting her hands down and arching her back, giving him a straighter shot down her throat, her mouth open and her tongue out. He started easy, but not slow, jamming it as far down as he could on the first few thrusts, Delphine letting out soft wet gags as he did, his tempo increasing as he got more bold. In a matter of seconds, he was full on slamming his cock down her throat, his large balls slapping against her chin, her eyes wincing closed as she now had to fight for air. She reached down to finger herself, but her bunched up dress was blocking the way, and a wave of severe disappointment when through her. God, she was on fire, and now only he could put it out.

"Man, I fucking love me some white bitches." he said with muted enthusiasm, hammering her throat so deep her neck bulged slightly with every pump, his hands gripping her thick red hair hard.

Delphine couldn't respond, only making a series of "glurk glurk" noises as he savaged her mouth, the only thing really escaping from her was a near whine of desperate need. Her tits were swinging beneath her now from the force, her hands reaching up to grab at her nipples, twisting and squeezing them as she fidgeted, practically broken by her inability to truly touch herself. Suddenly, she felt it, the first stirrings in him, his body starting to tense, his movements starting to slow down... he was going to cum.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah... get ready bitch, cause here it comes..." he said, gripping her hair hard with one hand, pulling himself free, jerking himself with the other, his hand slipping slightly as her saliva lubed up his dark veiny dick.

"Cum... cum for me..." Delphine begged, poking her tongue out, the desire for it deep and needy.

The hot gush hit the back of her throat making her jump slightly... it was a LOT, and he wasn't done. Another gush... another... two more. Her mouth was rapidly filling with rich, gooey African sperm and she could feel it starting to spill over her lower lip. She quickly reached up to brace it with a finger as he squeezed the last bit out and into her ready mouth. She tipped her head back, swishing it around briefly, letting it touch every taste-bud, touch every nook and recess of her mouth. She couldn't savor it long, at least not as long as she might have liked, so she swallowed it all in once gulp, gasping happily before leaning in, grabbing his dick, and sucking just a little bit more to make sure she didn't miss any.

"Haha, damn girl, you a fucking freak... I like that." he said as she looked up at him, a pleased look on her face, his dark dick wrapped in her pink lips.

"It's just so fucking good." Dephine said, taking him out, still jerking him as it felt like the natural thing to do.

"You think THAT'S good... you ain't seen nothing yet." he said, starting to circle around her.

Delphine chirped excitedly, more than ready for part two, squeezing her dress the rest of the way down and off, peeling her panties off like a partially melted fruit roll up, the hot sticky mess soaked clean through the purple fabric. She was about to toss them aside when he reached over and took them from her, jamming them into the pocket of his jeans.
<hr pg="2" />"These mine, now. Trophy. Don't worry, you ain't gonna need panties where you going anyway." he said, and while there was a certain menace to that statement, she didn't care... she wanted to get fucked and HARD.

"Whatever you say, baby... just fuck me in my pretty white pussy... please?" she said again, throwing on the same childish charm.

"Nah, you aint ready for this." he said, teasing her.

"NO, please I AM!" she cried out, leaning down forward and thrusting her ass up, reaching back to touch her hot sensitive mess of a pussy, spreading it apart with her fingers as she wiggled her hips, inviting him in, "You know you want this... this sweet little white pussy..." she purred.

"Hmmm... maybe." he said, continuing the facade.

"You can fuck my ASS too... just stick it anywhere you want... cum in me, cum all over me..." she paused, almost becoming giddy at the idea of him showering her in his hot seed, "I need that BIG nigger dick in my tight white pussy."

"The fuck you just say!?" he said, moving suddenly and grabbing her by the throat as he positioned behind her.

"I said... FUCK ME with that BIG... NIGGER... DICK." she said, liking the rise it got out of him, embracing his fury.

He wasn't offended, he'd heard that term thousands of times before, both from friends, and from the scores of white girls he fucked... but it was a fun game regardless.

"Oh, you getting it now... I ain't gonna stop until you completely black bred... all sorts of little niggas up in the precious little womb of yours." he said, pressing the fat head of his black cock between the soft lips of her trembling white pussy.

"Oh no... what will my parents think!?" she cried in mock concern, "They'll disown me!" she continued, as if she cared.

Grabbing her hips in his firm grasp, he started pushing, the size making it a struggle despite how wet she was, the normally pliant flesh of her pussy stretching to it's limits, the moisture only barely helping. The pain was excruciating and exhilarating all at once. Delphine felt like he was breaking her, and she loved it... she wanted to be broken. Owned. Dominated. Fucked like the little white slut she was.

"OW, FUCK... FUCK... OWWWW!!!" she cried out as he sunk deeper inside, her eyes tearing up slightly.

Her mind drifted back to her parents for real this time, just for a moment. She thought about the high class neighborhood she grew up in, the near mansion of their home, how her mom always seemed so bored and distant, and how her dad always seemed so angry. She was never going to end up like them. A point that was more apparent now than ever before. She thought about how her dad had disapproved of her dating, and tried to buy her things to change her mind... well, money couldn't buy this. Unless it bought her a plane trip to Jamaica.

"THERE, THERE, RIGHT THERE, OH MY FUCKING GOD..." she gasped, the head of his fat black dick finally reaching her limits.

He didn't speak, instead, quickly picking up the pace, drawing her back as he slammed in deep with every thrust, her ass clapping in approval, her tits bouncing back and forth along the ground as she buried her head in her arms. The pleasure was unbelievable. He was hitting all the right spots, every vulnerable nerve ending, going deeper than anyone before could have ever dreamed of. THIS was exactly why all those girls went missing, and she knew it with certainty now. They weren't abducted, or taken against their will, they were shown the sort of pleasure only black dick could give them, and they said goodbye to mediocrity. Wives leaving husbands, mothers abandoning kids, teens dropping out of college... who needed that shit? Black was better... NO, BLACK was the PERFECTION.

"Oh godddd fuck me, yesssssss oh god, fuck me right therrrrrrrrre..." she practically sobbed, his furious strokes almost hateful.

Fuck the basic ass white family. Fuck genetically inferior white kids. Fuck a boring ass life of plain stability and the slow death of single partner-hood... fuck all of that. He was stomping all over her white genetic line with every thrust as he built up to cum, and with any luck, he would be erasing it forever.

"Yessssss, yesssssss... give me that nigger dick..." she mewled again.

She was deep in bliss, but she could feel it coming like a freight train, not his cock, but the intense orgasm he was driving her straight toward. She was ready, she wanted it, but she wanted to share it... she wanted to punctuate it with his own. It started becoming too much, and she turned to try and tell him to wait, to slow down, but she was fumbling, barely able to think coherently, let alone move with any sort of normal grace.

"P... please... cum... cum with me... cum inside of me..." she whimpered, hoping he heard, the sound of furious wet slaps echoing around them.

He didn't, but he was well in tune with her body, as black men always are when it comes to sex. Delphine felt the pressure building, the wave about to break, and though she tried to stall it, it was futile. Her arms shot out, her fists pounding against the ground, her legs trembling, toes curling, her eyes wincing shut... then BOOM, wave after wave rushing through her, her back spasming. Suddenly, with no warning, he paused and she felt the hot rush of his seed pumping directly inside of her completely unprotected pussy. She squeaked, unable to even manage a scream, as another and another pulse pumped inside of her. This was it... this was glory. She came hard over and over again, as he slowed down, her brain barely functioning, but aware enough to savor the gift he'd just left inside of her. Billions of superior black sperm cells racing to gang fuck her ovum, to break the time line of her white lineage off right here and now, to destroy any hopes her father, mother, or any white boy that ever dreamed of touching her, might have had that she would have white children. Gone, for fucking ever. Her toes curled and flexed as the last waves blew through her, and she would have been content to sleep right then and there, but he grabbed her hair hard once more, and jerked her back up, his cock still buried deep inside of her.

"There... you like that negro jizz all up that white pussy?" he said, his voice sounding angry, but in reality, it was just the smugness of having taken yet another white future away.

"I... I fucking love it..." she panted, feeling his lips nearly on her ear.

"Now, about that ass you mentioned..." he said, and she jumped as he pulled out, her pussy still incredibly sensitive, feeling the head of his dick now pressed firmly into her ass.

"What... how..?" she tried to speak, completely mind fucked.

How could he have so much stamina, she wondered, but that fleeting thought didn't last long. He was black. Black was superior. It was really just that simple.

"You ready..?" he said, starting to push in deeper, the pain starting to mount, an alien pleasure meeting it.

She was too exhausted to formulate a real answer, but yes, she was. Her body belonged to black dick, and she would do anything for it.

-The Sheriffs Office-

"Sir, I think we might have found a clue, and I need to use your lab right away." Vivi said, her voice low, and her face lowered as if ashamed, though she had no reason to be.

"Of course." the sheriff said, ushering the now trio into the sophisticated crime lab that every single law enforcement agency happens to have, "What happened to your friend with the big..." the sheriff started, and caught himself before saying "tits," as they all looked at him, "...mouth." he hoped to save himself with, "Pushy gal, that one."

"She..." Grubby started, almost spilling the beans they had lost her.

"She is currently acting as bait to help draw them out, sir... which is why we need to hurry up and use your lab." Frank cut in, trying to save face.

"Right, a'course." he said, gesturing with his hand.

Vivi went right to work, taking the dried fluid samples she retrieved and running them through a gene sequencer, which as well all know, only takes a few minutes, the results of which she quickly processed through the criminal database for potential hits, again, the sort of childishly easy thing that requires no paperwork, phone calls, or approval whatsoever, and before long, had the results she needed. The hit confirmed something she had begun to suspect, that their suspect was NOT a ghost, but likely just a person dressed as a ghost (which happened a lot more than you might expect.) The boys had stepped out, as they didn't have the mind for this sort of thing like she did, so she checked her results in the quiet of the lab, reading the criminal profile associated with it. She walked a little more confidently from the lab a short while later, a hint of a smile on her face as she approached Frank and Grubby, who sat in the waiting area, Doobie sleeping on the floor next to them.

"Fellas, I think we have our ghostnapper..." she started, holding up the paper.

"Wouldn't that imply he kidnaps ghosts?" Frank said.

"I think she means like, a ghost kidnapper." Grubby chimed in.

"Yeah, but ghostnapper sounds like he abducts ghosts, I'm just saying, there has to be a better term." Frank replied.

"Well like, kid-nappers don't specifically abduct kids, so, I don't think that matters." Grubby bounced back, lightly stroking Doobie.

"So, abductor... apparition... app-ductor?" Frank started, looking lost in thought.

"GUYS... DELPHINE IS MISSING." Vivi interrupted loudly.

They both snapped to, even Doobie jumping slightly before calming back down.

"According to this, our perpetrator might be THIS guy." Vivi said, pointing at the small and slightly blurry photo on the printout, "His name is Bartholomew Black, but he has a gang name of "Black Bart," it says here he's done time for breaking and entering in the past, but while he was implicated in several sexual assault charge accusations, none of the supposed victims ever went after him."

"That feels a little too on the nose... his name might as well be Rhett Haring." Frank said, chuckling at his own joke.

"I think Frank's right on this one, VIv..." Grubby said, shrugging.

"It's DNA evidence, that's not..." Vivi started, feeling a little silly.

"I think we need to follow up with the last person Maggie spoke to... her friend Stacy, or Lacy, or whatever it was." Frank said, nodding at approval of his own idea, "I get the feeling she knows more than she's telling."

Vivi just glanced at Grubby, who nodded and shrugged again, her hand lowering with the paper in it.

"But I mean, there's... DNA." she said, her voice quiet and defeated.

"Right, I tell you what, let's split up gang." Frank said, sitting up and slapping his knees, "Grubby and I will go follow up with Macy, or whatever, and Viv, you see if you can't find out anything more about this Bart fellow."

"He, uh... he lives in a pretty sketchy part of town, I don't think..." Vivi started nervously.

"Alright, we'll meet back here once we're all done! Let's go get'em team!" Frank said, Grubby snapping to get Doobie up on his feet, the boys heading out to the Conundrum Car (patent pending).

"I... oh..." Vivi said, checking the address on the paper again, the room empty now save for herself.

-The Hideout of Black Bart-

Having dumped a monstrous load directly up Delphine's tight white ass, and enjoying the victory of yet another white girl being broken and converted, Bart was enjoying a fat blunt, taking a long toke of the heady smokable, savoring the stillness as Delphine slept deeply in a post sex coma.

"Eh-yo boss, we found someone snooping around." his boy Wheezy said, stepping in and giving him an upward nod.

"Cool, take'em to the main room, I'll be right there." Bart replied, tugging his jeans back on, and throwing a hoodie on.

He didn't think it was a cop, otherwise there'd be a lot more clamor going on right now, so he walked causally out into the main room of the abandoned factory that was listed as his home address, the whole place converted to a hangout for him and his gang. Out on the old work floor, several of his guys stood around a figure that made him smile and lick his lips. She was a little thick, but in a nice way, with fat ass tits hiding in her sweater, nice thighs, and a nervous demeanor, the only thing he couldn't see, was her face, as she had a bag over it. He strolled down the short set of metal stairs, approaching the intruder.

"Yo, go ahead and take off the bag." he said, gesturing with his head.

One of his other guys whipped the bag off, and Vivi's nervous face squinted back at him, her eyes trying to focus as she looked around the room.

"Where am I? Who are you?" she said, not quite looking in his direction.

"What, she blind or some shit?" he said, laughing a little.

"Nah, she got glasses, but they fell off when she tried to run." one of them said, holding them up.

"I'll have you know, those are prescription glasses, so... don't... I'd like them back, please." Vivi said, starting off more bold, but finishing very weakly.

"Yoooooo, you fucking serious with this bitch?" one of his boys said, the group busting out laughing.

"Yo, listen honey, I..." Bart started, snapping his fingers to get Vivi to look in his direction, "You better tell me what you was doing on our turf if you ever want to see... anything... again." he said, unsure of what to threaten her with except her ability to see.

"I know you're behind the abductions, Bartholomew Black!" she said, a certain defiance raring back up.

The crew went silent at this, curious how she knew his name.

"You better tell me who you with RIGHT NOW, otherwise, you REALLY ain't gonna see nothin' ever again." Bart said, stepping a little closer.

"I'm with the Conundrum Crew, the most crime crackingest group that ever..." Vivi started, but was quickly interrupted by roars of laughter coming from all of the men present.

"Yo, yo... she said Conundrum Crew!" Wheezy howled, doubling over, laughing with his usual wheeze.

"Better give the fuck up guys, she with the Conundrum Crew!" another bellowed, laughs echoing through the open space.

"Yo, what the fuck is up with white people!?" one of them said, all of them cracking up again.

"It's... we... we've solved a lot of crimes." Vivi said, unable to see, but her face cast down.

"Sure, sure..." Bart said, catching his breath, "You right up there with the FBI."

Vivi was normally proud of her work, but felt nothing but shame in the moment.

"What's your name, bitch?" Bart said, wiping his eye as he finished chuckling.

"V...Vivi." she said, nervously moving her head as if she was trying to look at something else.

"Alright Vivi, I tell you what... clearly, you ain't seen shit out here tonight." he joked, his boys exchanging amused glances, "So, tell you what I'm gonna do... I'mma put your glasses out here..." he said, grabbing the glasses from his boy, all of them towing the line quickly and joining him in his game, "... and all you got to do is grab them, and then you can bounce the fuck up outta here."

Vivi looked a little nervous, but nodded, almost taking a step forward, but hitting her own foot with the other one, making her pause and lower to her knees to better look without falling. The crew almost couldn't contain their laughter at this point as she patted around, blindly searching for them, the guys quickly reacting to whomever she was the closest. Vivi patted down and found a pair of sneakers in front of her, though she didn't really know what they were, her hands moving up, as she patted around looking for her lost glasses, and her lost vision.

"Very funny guys." she said, a little annoyed, but still looking

"You almost there, girl... just a little further." Bart said, watching Wheezy's face as she continued patting him up.

She reached out, feeling and then cupping something unfamiliar, her petite hand running up it slightly as she had to admit, there was something enjoyable in the warmth and heft of it, she could feel one of the stems of her glasses, so she used both hands now, feeling them sitting on some sort of firm fleshy perch, finally taking them and putting them back on her face. She was immediately greeted by the sight of Wheezy's thick black cock standing directly in front of her face, her eyes going wide with shock as she turned and realized she was surrounded by fat black dicks, all hard, all monstrous, and all waiting for her.

"This... oh golly..." she said, trying to cast her eyes down nervously, the group smiling and chuckling a bit.

Her heart was racing, and a few more feelings she had never really experienced fully were starting to bubble up rather suddenly. The crew started moving in, Vivi taking a suddenly more guarded posture.

"What... what are you doing?" she said as their hands moved in, and started brushing her hair aside, other hands working around her midsection and undoing the waistline of her skirt, others starting to slide up under her thick orange sweater.

"Giving you exactly what you've been looking for..." Bart said, the many busy black hands pulling her top off over her head, peeling her brown shoes off, undoing and removing her bra, and peeling her skirt loose until she was left kneeling with nothing more than knee high orange socks and a pair of black panties on.

"This, I... I don't..." Vivi stammered, her arm covering her soft white breasts, her face flush with nervousness, "I wasn't..."

"But you were..." Bart added, a finger raised, "All white girls are... you CRAVE nigga dick... you LIVE for it... you just got to take that first step."

Vivi realized that she had been feeling Wheezy's balls and dick earlier in pursuit of her glasses, a feeling she had enjoyed even before she knew what she was touching, and a warmth was spreading in her panties quickly.

"It's... I just... I never..." Vivi gulped, her heart going a mile a minute as she eyed all the thick dark dick surrounding her, her anxiety tinged with expectation.

"Never what?" Bart said patiently, almost lovingly.

"I've never had... had sex before, and I..." Vivi stammered, embarrassed at herself for even considering sex at all in the moment, but something was changing inside of her.

"Oh shit... you hear that boys!? She a first timer!" one of them said, the group getting more excited.

"Oh fuck, you know what that means!" another added, the group starting to get more unruly.

"What is... is that good?" Vivi said, surprised by their reaction.

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"Oh hell yeah, girl." Bart said, smiling at her, "That means two things... number one, that you ain't ever let no white boy taint you with his disgusting and fucking pathetic white prick." he said, Vivi nodding along nervously, "And two, it means we got to give you the white girl first time special!" he finished, the guys all moving now.

"First... what... what are you doing!?" Vivi reacted, the eager black hands now lifting her up, a pair of them yanking her panties down and off in a single rough pull, she realized she was being turned and lowered down atop one of the guys who was already laying on the floor, his dick towering from his midsection.

His friends helped to guide her, while he lined his dick up, the massive black rod pushing between Vivi's soft pussy lips, her hands reflexively wanting to reach down and grab at her aching pussy, but she was being held up by her arms at points. The pain was tremendous, as the act of losing your virginity often is, but coupled with the fact that he was as big around as her wrist took the whole thing to a different level.

"OWWWW OWWWWWWWWWW!!!" she cried out, her virginity not simply being taken, but obliterated as they lowered her down further, inch after black inch driving inside of her.

It hurt, sure... but it also felt... right. She bit her lower lip, taking it all in stride as he drove in so deep, he hit the walls of her insides, making her yelp out in surprise and pain once more. It was... it was amazing. She suddenly understood the general interest in sex most people had, though part of her knew this wasn't your basic sexual experience. They had made quite the point of mentioning pathetic white dick, and the thought of Frank's micropenis shot through her mind in an instant, as it occurred to her how important dick size was, and how pleasurable real dick could be.
<hr pg="3" />"I've never... oh god... this is..." Vivi started, a smile breaking on her face slightly, when suddenly she felt firm hands on her shoulders moving her forward, and the head of another fat black dick starting to push into her pussy, "WHAT!? WHAT IS THIS!?"

"White girl special!" Wheezy said, laughing, "When they tell you they ain't ever fuck before, niggas go ALL in GANGBANG STYLE!" he shouted, exuberantly.

Vivi could feel her body protesting, but giving way, the new dick feeling like it was practically ripping her in half as it slammed against her a few times before finally working it's way in.

"OWWWWWWWWW HOLY FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!" Vivi cried out, her eyes wincing shut, her face red, followed by a guttural scream as she embraced the pain of this second entry.

The pain was absolutely exquisite, her toes curling hard as they violated her in a way that...

"OH COME ON, COME ON..." Vivi cried out as she was pushed down even further now, another thick black cock starting to drive up into her ass, "YOU CAN'T... YOU..." she struggled, but like the king of all brothas once said... Yes We Can.

Suddenly, he was in there too, the whole team now starting to work in jerky thrusts, Vivi gasping out as the alternating dicks were touching her in all the right places in the worst of ways. She had never felt more humiliated, more dominated, and more alive. The pounding became faster, harder, found it's rhythm, her fists clenched and her eyes closed as she embraced every second of it. But, they weren't done yet. As she opened her eyes, she saw two of the other men laying down next to their companion, dicks up and right within grabbing distance. They immediately guided her hands to their massive black shafts, her petite white hands and fingers standing out firmly against the blackness of their skin as she started jerking them of her own accord. She was on fire, she was a sex machine, she lived for one thing and one thing only... to FUCK. Forget being smart, forget being clever, forget any thought of advanced degrees... her body was built to fuck black cock and NOTHING else. Like clockwork, two others managed to lower themselves in front of her, their dicks pointed right towards her face. She didn't speak, she just opened her mouth with a loud "ahhhh" and in they went, fighting for space as they continued giving her the "white girl special."

"Man, she got that tight ass for a thicc bitch." one said.

"Not for long!" another joked.

"She tight all over, she was made for nigga dick!" one of the others chimed in, Vivi proving that statement as her body worked it's best to meet their motion, taking black cock in every opening... sometimes twice.

"They all are, bro... they all are!" Bart added, the group letting out a small cheer of approval.

Vivi lost herself in the moment, no sensation other than the pain and pleasure, no concept other than the act of total submission of autonomy. She wanted to be used, fucked, treated like trash, and passed around like a cigarette. Sex shouldn't have been avoided, or scoffed upon, it should have been welcomed on waiting knees. With every aggressive thrust, she was being fucked into the woman that all women should be; a subservient pleasure hole for men that occasionally pumps out children.

Suck. Fuck. Breed. Repeat.

Her body exploded like fireworks all over with orgasms, thick white cream all over the dicks of the men punishing her pussy, tears in her eyes as she sobbed with pure pleasure, her brain melting into a mess of sex induced chemical bliss. Then came a whole other kind of fireworks, superior black DNA firing off inside of her unprotected and VERY fertile body, black warriors storming her ovum by the billions, once again crushing a white blood line under their heel. Another fat load pumping up her ass, the feeling strange and altogether wonderful, her warped and stretched lips waiting for the next burst in her mouth; but they had other plans in mind. The guys she had been jerking off suddenly stood up, the two in her mouth pulling back as they all started jerking in a maelstrom of pumping black hands, Vivi's bleary eyes watching as she opened her mouth and poked her pink tongue out.

"FUCK YEAH!" one of them shouted, and the first burst of tasty black cum splashed up her face, getting in her hair, hanging from her glasses, and landing in her mouth.

This was a lot in itself, but then came another, then another, then the final man, a criss-crossing deluge of superior black semen absolutely ruining her face, and shaming every member of her family all the way back to the beginning. Now, shame wasn't always a concept for humanity, but once pride and honor came into the picture, it was the dawn of a whole new era... and if they knew then, that their future descendant would be a submissive little slut smothered in African sperm, her pussy and ass flooded with it, as she surrendered herself to a lifetime of mixed race babies and sexual servitude... they might have not bothered to continue. Which would be fine for most white lines, but only the male ones. She coughed and swallowed what she could, her brain fried, her body sore, a smile breaking across her exhausted face.

"That... holy fuck..." Was about the best she could manage, gasping for air as she did, "Whu... oh?" she grunted with surprise.

The boys were flipping her over carefully, the men inside of her pulling out, their seed gushing and running down her legs like a vanilla ice-cream cone in the sun, she felt contact almost instantly, one of the men switching spots as she was now on her back on top of him, his cock pushing into her ass once more. She was amazed at how little they seemed bothered by switching places like this, as she had always assumed men skittish of such things, but again, she had been assuming white guys. Almost immediately, she was being mounted in her pussy again, her legs being hiked up high around his sides. They were insatiable, and she loved it. She could feel her long socks being tugged off, eager black mouth wrapping around her toes and sucking them, a whole new sensation she realized she loved. Another man straddling her chest this time, pushing her tits together as he started thrusting between them, the head of his long black cock riding up and hitting her in the chin. She threw her head back and laughed, expecting another series of beautiful black dicks to be waiting to fuck her mouth, but she was instead greeted by the sight of Delphine, who appeared upside down by the stairs.

"Holy shit, Vivi!?" Delphine said, watching with amused appreciation.

"I knew I'd find you here..." Vivi said, feeling vindicated, but more than that, sexually satisfied.

"You always were the clever one." Delphine teased, sauntering over, never having bothered to get dressed.

"Being clever is overrated... I'd rather be a fucking slut." Vivi said, uncharacteristically (at the time).

"Me too." Delphine said, the girls giggling together.

Delphine had never seen, or fully appreciated Vivi's body before, but seeing it get destroyed by black cock like this was enough to get her horny all over again.

"Did they... did they cum in your mouth?" Delphine asked, putting her fingers to her lips to stifle another giggle.

"F... four of them..." Vivi gasped, the dicks pounding inside of her starting to wreck her brain once more, the other men no longer sucking her toes, but instead, using them to rub their cocks while they jerked them.

"Hmmm... let's not let any of that go to waste." Delphine said, gracefully walking over and lowering herself over Vivi's face, straddling it.

Vivi had free hands this time, and immediately grabbed Delphine's waist, driving her tongue into her friends pussy deep, the pleasure driving her to eat like a starving wolf. But, not wanting to let her go to waste either, three of the boys stepped in, making sure to thrust their dicks right in Delphine's face, thrusting, pumping, and fighting for space. It was at least another two hours of hate fueled fucking, Vivi and Delphine being passed and swapped amongst the men, cum passing between the girls mouths, being licked out of each other, as they were used and degraded in every satisfying way possible. The two finally being left in a spunk filled mess right there on the factory floor, embracing each other happily. But, like all good moments, it had to end, and they retreated to the chemical shower Delphine had been offered earlier to clean off, exploring each other's mouths tenderly as they shared laughs, reveling in their new carefree existence. But that wasn't the end I was talking about, as suddenly there were shouts from the factory floor as dozens of armed officers stormed the place.

"Everybody, down on the floor." the sheriff said, turning and noting the heavily ejaculated area toward the center, "But... uh, not there. I am not riding that in the back of my car." he muttered to himself.

Vivi and Delphine shared a look of panic, quickly grabbing at their clothes and hurriedly tugging them on, minus their panties of course, which had been kept as trophies by their new conquering masters. As they watched from the old management office, they could see Frank come waltzing in, Grubby and Doobie following along shortly after.

"Viv! Delphine! You in here..?" he shouted, looking around.

They shared a look, carefully exiting the office with their raised hands at half mast, so as not to provoke police stupidity.

"Ha, just in time!" Frank said happily, clearly unaware of the hours long fuck sessions both girls had just enjoyed, "I knew I was on the right track."

"What... what happened, why are you here?" Delphine said, looking at them both confused.

"Seriously... how did you figure this out?" Vivi said, genuinely confounded.

"It was easy. Remember Stacy?" Frank said, clearly feeling cocky.

"Lacy." Grubby added."

"Whatever." Frank said, dismissing him with a hand wave, "She was behind the whole thing."

"What!?" Vivi said, more confused than before.

"That's right... you see, she was an associate of your "Black Bart" character, and was reporting to him when she knew there were vulnerable women for him to take for his nefarious goals." Frank said, posing it like an elementary conclusions, "She tracked social media profiles, watching where girls were, who they were with, if they were alone... like Maggie, who she KNEW was home by herself. You see, she was the pirate QUEEN behind Black Bart's smuggling ring."

"S...Smuggling ring?" Delphine said, a little incredulous, and assuming Frank had missed the mark as per usual.

"That's right again." he said, as if he hadn't just made that point himself, "All of the girls he abducted were shipped off to gang hideouts, or to private homes, all to be kept as servants."

"Were all the gangs and private homes filled with black men?" Vivi asked, smirking slightly.

"As a matter of fact, they were." Frank said, rubbing his chin not connecting the dots.

"They were definitely serving them alright." Delphine said, sharing a glance with Vivi.

"Yeah, it was like, a real shitshow." Grubby added, shaking his head, "I'm just glad we found you guys in time, otherwise who knows what they might have done to you."

"Yeah, we could have found ourselves in some seriously compromising positions." Delphine said, trying not to laugh.

"Like an Eiffel tower." Vivi said, remembering it fondly.

"What?" Frank said, only partially listening.

"I said, uh... they had all the power." Vivi lied, shrugging to Delphine.

"They most certainly did... which is why it's a good thing you had such valiant men to come rescue you." Frank said, turning his eyes to Delphine, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Yeah, it wasn't happening before, and it's definitely not happening now." Delphine said, posing it as a joke, but genuinely disgusted at the idea of ever touching a white man again.

"And I, am still not interested in sex at all... no sir." Vivi added, eliciting looks from the guys.

"Sure, like... okay Viv." Grubby said, shrugging.

Two officers suddenly started marching Bart past, pausing as he stopped for a moment to address the would be heroes.

"Man, and we would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for you two stringy ass white mother fucking cracker ass bitches, you wait, when I get outta there they gonna..." he trailed off as the officers continued marching him away, suddenly shouting, "I'll catch you ladies later!"

Which made both the girls blush, though they were disappointed to see their new black kings treated so poorly.

"Ha, you'll never catch them again, not so long as I'm around!" Frank shouted after him, "This was all just another day for the CONUNDRUM CREW!"

The scene didn't fade to black, instead, a lot of officers just looked at him with a mix of confusion and annoyance before continuing their job of escorting the suspects away.

-That's a Wrap-

"I have to say, you did a fine job back there." the sheriff said, kicking his legs up on the desk, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Nothing the Conundrum Crew couldn't handle, sir." Frank said, speaking for them all as per usual, "You'd be shocked at the amount of paranormal cases that just involve some jagoff in a mask."

"I reckon I would, son... I reckon I would." the sheriff said, twiddling the corner of his mustache with his right hand.

"So, like, what's going to happen to ol' Black Bart and his crew of pestering pirates?" Grubby said, taking another chip from his bag and eating it.

"Oh, Black Bart and his men will likely face no time at all..." the sheriff said, nodding with a smile.

"W... no time at all? Why?" Frank asked, confused.

"Well, you'd think there'd be a whole slew a' charges, cept' none of the girls involved want to press any charges, including your friends here." the sheriff said, nodding towards the two girls.

"They've learned their lesson, I think." Delphine said, faking a look of concern.

"Crime is... crime is bad." Vivi added, nodding.

"That it is, girls." the sheriff also piled on.

"But, what about the breaking and entering? The human traficking? Nothing?" Frank said, his smile gone.

"All the ladies said they was welcomed in, and as for the trafficking... every single one of them girls said they was happy where they were, didn't want to leave... ain't really a crime in that." the sheriff went on, satisfied that the law was being upheld, "Must have come from abusive homes or something, cause they never looked happier to be away."

"I... well, I guess there's nothing I can do then." Frank said, deflated.

"No, there's nothing you can do." Vivi followed up right after.

"Just have to sit this one out." Delphine added, smiling as she considered the future.

"Well then that sounds like we could all use a break!" Grubby added, crumpling up his chip bag and tossing it in the trash, "I for one, think we should go have a meal to celebrate!"

"Oh Grubby..." Delphine said, cocking her head with a smile... at least Grubby knew his fucking place.

"I'm in the mood for chocolate." Vivi said, a smirk on her lips.

"God, ME TOO." Delphine said, a little too enthusiastically.

"Man... and you guys say I'm the foodie around here!" Grubby said shaking his head and smiling.

The whole group had a good laugh, the sheriff included, the whole team heading out for ice-cream.

Oh, then later, Delphine and Vivi got their brains fucked out by a 50 year old black guy they bumped into in the parking lot.

THE END

