I hope you enjoy this absurd dream I just had. It made me wake up in the middle of a wet spot. I haven’t even left my bed yet, and I’m already being productive. Thank you
-Starla
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Cynthia graduated from the police academy at the top of her class, with flying colors. She went above and beyond every other student to learn every concept, mentally and physically sculpting herself into the weapon the law so desperately needed. See, every minute of every day, our land is at war. Not just abroad, but right here. Everyone is afraid to admit it, except for Cynthia. She knew the deal. We are at war with the black man. And we must win, lest all that is great about America will be lost.
She began a hard, bloody campaign against the thug menace, leaving behind a river of blood and pepper spray, with broken bones lying along the riverbed to grow smooth and forgotten. She understood them, and could hunt them in their own lairs, and territory, fearlessly. Within months, she singlehandedly decreased the crime rate in her district, and filled the jails up to bursting with black and brown flesh.
Which explains why she was more than a little confused as to why her boss pulled her into his office to tell her that she needed to take some time off. A lot of it, actually. “But Chief, why?”
“Goddamnit, Cynthia! You destroyed half a city block last weekend!”
“But I caught the perp! You can’t argue with results!”
“But I can argue with your reckless antics! I’ve got the commissioner breathing down my neck, Cynthia! We can’t keep doing this!”
“Chief, you know I do good work!”
“You’re the best goddamn cop this department has ever goddamn seen…” He folded his hands behind his back, and turned to face the window. “I didn’t want to have to tell you this, because I know what you’ll do.”
“Tell me what?”
“Hand me your gun and your badge, first, before I tell you. You’re going to take some vacation time if it kills me. Just until things die down…” She drew her lips thin, and deposited all of her authority onto his desk. She felt perilously light now that they were missing, like a stiff breeze would send her three counties over. “There’s a… man… No. Not even that. There’s a beast out there, terrorizing the streets.”
“I haven’t heard of any surges in crimes lately,” she said.
“But there is a sharp spike in unwanted pregnancies,” he said, pounding his fist into his palm. “They’re calling him the ‘Superpredator.’”
“What, is he some kind of supervillain, Chief?” She offered him a laugh. “Give me my gun back. I don’t have time to chase around costumed nerds.”
“He stalks white women, chases them down, subdues them, and then impregnates them.”
“A serial rapist!? Chief, you can’t just tell me that, and take my gun and badge away! There’s work to do!”
“That’s the thing… None of the women say it was rape. In fact, they’ve all decided to carry their pregnancies to term, and they hope they meet him again.”
“Well, what can you do. Aborting fetuses is murder,” Cynthia said. “Can I at least have my gun back? I’ll be damned if I get a black bastard pumped into me.”
“No. You’re on vacation. You caused this. You hunted, and hunted, and made them angry. Made them crafty. You’re hand sanitizer, and he’s the .01% that doesn’t die. So, you need to watch yourself.”
To her, that was unacceptable. She was being asked to sit on her hands while her race was being actively destroyed. The law didn’t go far enough. It couldn’t. How foolish of the chief, Cynthia thought, to believe that her side-arm really was her only gun. She went to her gun rack, retrieving her glock .22, hunting rifle, and sawn off 12 gauge. A white, serene looking uniform waved in the back of the closet to her, a red Celtic cross over the breast. A finely made longsword laid near it, as well. It was her uncle’s outfit, back during his vigilante days. She thought for a long moment, rubbing her chin.
“Two can play that game, Mr. Superpredator…”
Thus, the White Shadow was born. The suburban Kansas streets had a new guardian to protect it, one who had the courage of heart to do what was necessary. She wore form fitting white robes which hugged her trim figure, and a white mask with a conical top. Her weapons hung from a red utility belt, save for her rifle, on her back.
She set out to patrol the city, in her Chevy pickup, rumbling like a demon, to intimidate any thugs who might try her. She spied an *interracial couple* exiting a movie theater up the road a ways. A black man and a white woman, at that. They were holding each other close in the cold, laughing about the movie they had just seen. She almost drove past, until he leaned down to kiss her.
“Hey, you black motherfucker,” she shouted out of the window. “Get your fucking soup coolers off of that woman!” She hopped out of the truck, drawing her sword.
“Excuse m— Oh, whoa, hold on, wait a second,” the black one started, as he backed away. “Look, I don’t want any trouble. This is my girlfriend, and—”
“A likely story,” Cynthia spat. “I bet *you’re* the Superpredator, aren’t you!?”
“Get back in your car, you crazy bitch,” the woman said, unafraid of her. “What year do you think this is!?”
“Ma’am, are you harmed?” Everyone went silent for a moment, as a crowd gathered around. People had their cell-phones out, recording the altercation.
“Is that bitch KKK,” someone asked from the back.
“Someone call the Superpredator,” someone else said.
“I’ll tweet him,” the first one spoke.
“No need for that,” a deep, authoritative voice spoke, from behind Cynthia. A figure was standing on the roof of her truck. She had to squint for a moment to pick out his details in the dark. He was at least 6’8”, mesomorphic build, with impressive musculature, especially around the arms. He wore blue jeans and a black hoodie, with his shimmering bald head gleaming from beneath. “Step away from the couple, ma’am.”
“It’s you, isn’t it!? You’re the Superpredator!” She didn’t wait for his answer; she opened fire with her sidearm, causing the crowd to disperse. The stranger dodged the bullet, and the one following it, before he backflipped off of the truck. He put his construction boot up against the door of the truck, and gave it one solid shove, sending it sliding across the pavement, towards Cynthia. She leaped over the top of the truck, sword raised high above her head.
He backstepped away from the slash, the blade sparking against the asphalt. A series of quick thrusts brought her ever closer, until she was within his arm’s reach. He gripped her throat by the sides, his fingertips pressing against the veins below, and lifted her off of the ground completely. In fact, he was off of the ground as well. They were soaring through the night air, towards the side of a nearby apartment building.
He broke through the brick with his fist, and his arm sank into the wall, anchoring them to the spot. 12 stories up, she stopped swinging her sword for a moment, as he continued to choke her. Her crotch came down to rest on his thick, muscular thigh, and as she struggled, she passively began to grind against him. “Calm down, and we can talk,” he said.
“N-never,” she wheezed. He looked up for a moment, measuring the distance, before easily tossing her the rest of the way up the building, onto the roof, his arm curved like he had made a layup. “Aaaaahhhhhh,” she screamed, all the way up, though she landed relatively softly. He was there in another second, leaping up, like it was nothing. “You’re strong. But you still bleed, I bet…”
With that, Cynthia threw a handful of rocks at his face. He held up his hand to protect his eyes, and she used this moment to roll away, and get back to her feet. She thrusted her sword at his chest, once more, this time much faster. He dodged to the side, just in time for the blade to pass through the loose material of his hoodie. He tore off the rest of his ruined clothing, exposing his onyx skin into the moonlight.
“G-God damn,” Cynthia remarked, biting her lip beneath her hood. He flexed his pecs a few times, mesmerizing her for just long enough to grab her again. This time, his massive palm swallowed her scalp, and he tore the hood off of her. Her platinum blonde mane flailed wildly in the wind, now exposed to him. “Bastard! You’ll pay for that!” She redoubled with another assault on his torso. This time, he reached one hand down, and grabbed her by the pussy; the other gripped her throat again. He hefted her high above his head, and she squirmed, writhing in a lustful panic. “Fuck… Fuck… I can’t…” The ghost of her dead uncle hovered above her, sipping on a beer. “I’m… I’m… I’m sorry… CHOKE THE SHIT OUT OF ME, DADDY!”
His powerful fingers made her thin, pallid robes seem like nothing at all; she felt his thick callouses very clearly, as they assaulted her rebellious pussy lips. With her own pulse thumping urgently in her neck, tunnel vision claiming her, she somewhat slumped into his grasp, dropping her sword finally. He spun her around easily, in a standing 69 position, and brought her crotch to his face. He tore into her robes and panties with his teeth, exposing the sensitive, juicy flesh beneath.
Upside down, her headrush was stronger than she thought possible. She felt like her head was moments from exploding into a gory mess, and she had trouble forming cogent thoughts, for a brief moment. All she could feel was the liquid heat surrounding her womanhood, as he lashed her again and again with his tongue. She could hear his lips smacking, he was eating her so thoroughly. “Yes, yusss… Oh, my God, fuck yeah… Tonguefuck that fucking pussy, Daddy.” He spanked her labia a few times, summoning a string of garbled nonsense from her mouth.
Delirious on passion, she tore open his jeans, the metal button flying off and hitting her in the center of her face. His cock was insane; it had to be the length of her entire thigh, and wider than it, as well. She pressed her lips against the upper ridge, unsure of how to even make it down to the head from her position. It took her three attempts before she finally coated his entire length in her spit, and by then, he had his tongue deep inside of her, savoring her g-spot.
“Gonna cum! Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum! Don’t fucking stop, you black fucking bastard!” She folded in her thighs and curled her toes as she climaxed, squeezing his bald head. The sensation of being violated out here like this was like none other; she could feel his lingering warmth inside her, and she closed her legs close together to keep it there.
“You ready to talk now,” the Superpredator asked, as he laid her down.
“I’m ready to get fucked by that fucking nigger dick, is what I’m ready for,” she said, her voice violently sexual. She rolled onto her back, and spread her legs as wide as they would go. He sucked his teeth, grabbing her by the ankle, and rolled her over onto her belly. Then, he pulled her ass straight up, before setting his heavy boot down on the side of her face. The rubber sole gripped onto her skin, threatening to tear her face away from her skull, if she made any sudden movements. She was helpless, forcibly removed from the driver’s seat of the encounter, and made to await him as he lined up his horse sized cock with her vulnerable pussy.
“Because you asked so nicely,” he said, wryly. He forced his way all the way into her womb, on the first go, breaking her open painfully.
“Oh my fucking God,” she screamed in pain, her nails digging into the rocks. “Wait! Please! It hurts! It’s too big!”
“Too late, bitch! I knew I recognized you,” he said, as he gave a second, deep thrust, viciously piercing her cervix again. “You’re Officer Cynthia! And I find out you’re the White Shadow too? Nah, you’re gonna take all of this fuckin’ dick, if it kills you!” He gave a third thrust, hilting himself, with his heavy balls slamming into her mound, like a battering ram. She felt her belly distend, unable to look down to see it, though she could feel it perfectly. She felt like if she turned around, she might see that his cock had turned into a blowtorch, the pain was so great.
“Y-you raped all those women, didn’t you!?”
“No bitch, just you,” he spat, as his thrusts began to pick up speed. She received no pleasure from it, at any point. In fact, in time, she eventually fell into her subspace, not feeling anything at all. She only remembered a faint warmth fill her womb, and the boot finally being lifted. Her pussy lips resembled thin sliced roast beef at this point, still twitching, grasping at nothing, and spitting out his seed.
“I’ll get pregnant,” she whimpered, as she fell over onto her side.
“Damn straight, you will.”
“My husband will never touch me again…”
“The fuck you need him for,” he asked, standing over her, his cock still dripping with her juices. “I’m the only man you’ll ever need from now on.”
“What? No… no, anything but that! Please!” She started to crawl towards the edge of the building, and actually threw herself over the side. With her arms spread wide, she accepted her fate; to her it was better than the alternative. Then, she felt his hand around her ankle.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/60gr6k/hood_watch_2_rise_of_the_superpredator