The Black Power Virus: Mad Science

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Hello BPV fans! I’m sorry it’s been so long, but life happens and gets in the way of your writing.

This chapter serves as a sequel to BPV: Bombshells and is actually a prequel to Chapter 1. It has flashbacks to World War II, so it’s pretty necessary to read Bombshells first.

Once again, thank you to ‘Hell of a Critic’; this story was a big collaborative effort.

If a scene has all French speaking characters, assume that they are still speaking French even though the text has been written in English.

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40 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE

Most girls her age would be excited beyond words to spend the summer in Saint Margaret, France. The young American teen thought about her peers potentially spending their time shopping and flirting with boys. It was the 1980’s and girls her age were supposed to be controlled by their hormones, but 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. And 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 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.

Vanessa grunted and struggled as her scrawny arms pulled her heavy, book-laden luggage off the train. She looked around and a young black man approached her “Mademoiselle Leblanc?”

Vanessa was caught off guard. She knew someone would pick her up from the train station, but didn’t expect the vision before her. He seemed to be 18 or 19 years old, tall and a bit lanky. He had short dreadlocks, dark/African features and a very tight t-shirt that showed off his lean muscle. “My name is Remy.” He said in a thick accent.

For once, Vanessa’s brain shut off and she awkwardly stuttered through a response “Yes, ohh right. I’m ummm Val… I mean Vanessa!” She smiled as if it were an accomplishment remembering her own name, but then immediately blushed with embarrassment.

Remy let out a single chuckle, as if he were used to this kind of reaction “My car is this way.” He turned around cooly and Vanessa got to see Remy walk away in his tight blue jeans.

Vanessa decided to be quiet and follow to avoid looking anymore uncool. She was shocked to see that Remy owned a 2 seater, convertible and wondered how he could afford it. The two drove down the charmingly rustic streets. Vanessa even cracked a smile as she enjoyed the scenery, her first real breath of fresh air and glimpse at the simpler life.

The dreamy scene literally screeched to a halt when Remy suddenly hit the brakes. A white French girl stood in the road and looked upset.

Remy pulled himself over the windshield “Darci! Qu’est ce que tu fous ici?!” Vanessa spoke some French and knew he said ‘Darci! What the Fuck are you doing here?!”

Darci yelled back and the two started arguing in the middle of the street. The conversation got heated, so Vanessa didn’t catch a whole lot of it.

Despite not understanding everything, it was clear that the woman was mad about Remy not contacting her in over 3 weeks. Remy slowly, but surely, cooled her down.

At one point, Darci motioned to Vanessa and asked “Who the Hell is she?”

“Just a little girl from America. She’s a foreign exchange student staying with my Grandparents.” Remy reassured. Vanessa didn’t think such a statement would make her feel so self-conscious. Her intellect generally led people to treat her as an adult, but she felt disappointed that Remy didn’t see her that way.

Remy moved from talking her down to sweet talking her. The young woman’s mood seemed to change and she seemed to eat it up. Before long, the couple leaned over his car door to make out.

Vanessa awkwardly sat in her seat and waited for it to be over. Despite being put off at being called a ‘little girl’, Vanessa thought the make out session was ‘too adult’ for her to be watching.

If Vanessa had been watching, she’d see Darci slipping her tongue into his mouth and her hand rubbing the rapidly growing erection in his pants. She whispered in his ear “If you don’t come over and fuck me soon, Escort bayan I’ll find you and…” She nibbled his ear and let the sentence hang in the air as a half tease/half threat.

The woman walked away and Remy continued driving home. The two drove silently for a while, until Vanessa couldn’t take the awkwardness anymore “So… Do you stay with your Grandparents often?”

Remy spoke a lot slower in English and made mistakes, but Vanessa didn’t mind due to his sexy accent “My sister and me spend every Summer with my Grandparents. My parents are strict and need a break from me.” He said half-jokingly. Remy’s somewhat icy feelings towards his parents matched Vanessa’s, so they at least had that in common. “My Grandparents have a few friends that live with them, but they’re like one big family.”

“Spending the summer here was the best time of my life with my sister and our childhood friend Marie.” A little pain tinged his voice as he mentioned the girl’s name “I hope you enjoy it as well.”

“It’s too bad that I couldn’t meet your sister, I’m sure she’ll have a great time with my family.” Vanessa felt bad that her visit came at the expense of Remy’s brother-sister bonding.

“It’s ok, going to America is all that she’s talked about in months. She’s a teenager now and doesn’t want to spend her time with her brother.” Remy explained.

“Maybe, I could meet Marie?” Vanessa asked cautiously.

Remy looked down for a moment and frowned “We… Don’t spend a lot of time together anymore. Her parents don’t approve of…” He made a head gesture that somehow let Vanessa know it was about his race. She just nodded quietly and dropped the uncomfortable subject.

They pulled up to the large, but cozy looking, home. Vanessa assumed she’d walk into an old folk’s home. She knew her hosts were active during WW2, so they had to at least be in their 70’s. When Remy walked in and hugged his Grandparents, it would be perfectly understandable to mistake them for his parents. Remy’s Grandfather Denzell looked like a 50-year-old retired athlete. The black man looked to be in fantastic shape and she’d never believe his true age.

There were three older white women in the house as well. The three looked to be in their 50’s or early 60’s. Remy’s Grandmother Jennifer perhaps showed her age the most with a little excess weight. Her red hair was a little faded with white hair creeping in. Remy shared almost none of her features, so Vanessa guessed that one of his parents had to be African to offset his Grandmother’s pale white skin.

Vanessa was properly introduced to the age defying couple and they were perfectly cordial. They seemed happy to speak to another American for the Summer. Denzell smiled and introduced Vanessa to Anita. Anita was a blonde German woman. The way Anita looked at her made her feel like she was being sized up.

Brigitte was the youngest of the group, but ironically had the most white hair. It didn’t exactly make her look old. Her mix of brunette and white was well styled and she looked very refined.

The house did feel like one big family. Vanessa was met with enthusiastic hugs and air kisses, as if she were a relative they hadn’t seen in years. Over the course of the first night, everyone shared stories about the decades they spent living together and raising their children. They all seemed very open and friendly, but clearly avoided topics about their age, longevity and why they all lived together.

Vanessa was having a good time, but was dismayed to hear the door open and shut. She looked out the window and saw Remy hold the door open for a pretty little blonde wearing fishnets, a washed jeans skirt and matching jacket. ‘At least he’s a polite womanizer.’ Vanessa thought to herself and sighed. He hopped in the car and drove off. It would soon be a familiar sight as Remy rarely spent the night at home.

Out of her many hosts, Denzell seemed to be the most reserved. His smiles seemed to always fade away and momentarily reveal his natural baseline; a somewhat sad and pained look.

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1944, Schwarzmeister Castle, at the French-German border.

Denzell was sure that he was going to die this time. The pain of his transformation was unbearable. The black man was sweating heavily as he suffered an ever increasingly high fever. The worst thing was that he thought he could actually feel his bones growing and breaking and his muscles reforming.

The German scientists had come into his cell last night. Private Anderson who’d been taken a few days ago hadn’t survived their experiments, and Denzell, who was the last of his squadron, was going to be their next test subject.

The guards had held him as he fought to get free and the men in white coats injected him with the content of a syringe. They left him to suffer what they figured would be the same fate as his comrades: a long and gruesome death as his organs progressively failed while trying to reject the virus…

Well, at least they figured they could learn from an autopsy of his deformed cadaver.

Denzell clenched Bayan escort his teeth. He didn’t want to die as a lab rat. He was going to survive. He decided right then and there that he would not die in this castle and that he would take his revenge on the people who had experimented on him.

Yes. Somehow, he would have his vengeance.

Denzell woke up the next morning and immediately felt that his fever had gone down dramatically. He got off the old mattress that served as his bed and almost lost balance. It was the strangest feeling… like the ground was closer to him somehow. He got to the sink inside of his cell and took big gulps of water. Once hydrated, he took a look at himself in the cracked mirror above the sink. His eyes were still a bit red from the fever and the lack of actual sleep, but he was surprised to see that his face seemed less emaciated, as if he hadn’t suffered from weeks of malnutrition and ill treatment. As he took a look at the rest of his body, he noticed some new muscles all over. He flexed his prominent, new right biceps and murmured dumbstruck “Well… That’s new.”

He didn’t get much time to examine himself however. The door of the lab adjacent to his cell suddenly opened, as a swarm of men in white coats entered. They started speaking among themselves in German and seemed extremely excited. Obviously they hadn’t expected Denzell to pull through the night. He saw some of them shake hands and pat their colleagues on the back as they pointed at Denzell’s bigger and more muscular body. One man even snuck in a quick measurement of his arms and chest. While a surprise, they welcomed their first success after numerous failed attempts.

Denzell felt himself starting to get angry. These men were rejoicing while he had suffered a crucible and his own men had died like dogs for their experiment. He was thinking about giving them a piece of his mind, no matter if they didn’t understand him, but was stopped when he noticed a female scientist among them that he hadn’t seen before.

The girl wasn’t very tall, probably half a head shorter than most of her colleagues, and was blushing while she smiled at a colleague enthusiastically shaking her hand. She was obviously new and trying to fit in. Like all her colleagues, she wore the red armband identifying her as a member of the Nazi party.

Unlike the rest of them she was still wearing her Nazi uniform under her white coat. Denzell figured she must have arrived during the night. He felt a familiar stirring in his loins and the beginning of an erection. The girl was beautiful. She had a fair face with big blue eyes that big horn rimmed glasses couldn’t really hide. And even though she seemed thinner than the girls Denzell usually went for, he could appreciate the lean and athletic figure that her uniform hugged tightly, concealed behind her white coat.

As she turned, Denzell caught her eyes. She looked surprised to see him starring at her. She tried to look away, but found out that it was pretty hard for her to do so. The imprisoned black man was indeed a strange but impressive sight. He towered at least a head and a half over everybody in the room. She felt a shudder of dread, as if the threat the man constituted was not at all diminished by his imprisonment. Rather, he was even more dangerous, like a trapped animal waiting for the slightest slip up from his captors.

As she looked down she noticed a bulge in his pants and felt herself flush ‘What an animal.’ She thought as she tried to look away again and this time managed to do so, freeing herself from the sinister attraction Denzell exerted on her.

She excused herself to one of the scientists talking to her and left the room blushing. As she walked through the door, she reflected on the fact that maybe her colleagues were a bit premature in their celebration, unable to shake off the strange feeling that somehow SGT Denzell represented a much bigger threat than any one of them knew.

Conveniently, she managed to ignore how warm she had felt when looking at him. And how her own pussy had become distinctly wet under his gaze.

Denzell kept looking at her as she left the room and let out a predatory smile.

…

Janelle sat in Remy’s car with her hands in her lap and a big smile plastered on her face. The tiny blonde loved to get Remy’s call. She could barely contain herself, but Remy looked calm as ever. He always took her some place exciting. She bit her lip and contemplated asking, but knew he’d tell her to be patient.

They pulled up to an apartment building, went up the stairs and knocked on one of the doors. Madonna’s ‘Lucky Star’ blared on the other side. A tall brunette answered and immediately smiled at Remy “That was quick.” She purred. Her smile disappeared when she saw another woman, but Remy took Janelle by the hand and led her in before she could ask.

Remy led Janelle to Darci’s couch and put his arm around the petite blonde. Darci stood there, stared daggers at Janelle and crossed her arms. Janelle couldn’t help but feel intimidated. Her short, dark hair Escort was in a sharp shingle bob that framed her ‘I want to fight you’ expression. Janelle’s 5’1” height paled in comparison. Darci stood as tall, if not taller, than Remy. Her shoulders were also slightly broader than they should be. Janelle at least felt confident that her breasts looked larger on her small frame than Darci’s average bust on her big frame. Darci’s legs also looked more muscular than the rest of her body. She looked like a warrior woman, while Janelle’s tiny body and waist-length, curly blonde hair made her look like a fairy.

Of course, Remy decided to antagonize “Isn’t it rude not to offer your guests something to drink?” he smiled at the look in her eyes that made Janelle nervous. She looked like she surely would explode before leaving the room in a huff to get drinks.

Janelle felt Remy’s hand wrap around her shoulder as he pulled her in. Her nervousness over their host disappeared when she felt him kissing and nibbling at her white neck. Moments later, he pulled her face in for a steamy kiss. She shut her eyes and lost herself in the moment. She didn’t even care when the arm wrapped around her shoulder snaked down into her shirt and gripped her left breast.

A serving tray slammed into the coffee table in front of them, which startled Janelle and mildly annoyed Remy. It was obvious that the two lovers did not even notice Darci’s return. Remy just cooly grabbed one of the tipped over beers, opened it with a bottle opener and let it foam up over his hand before taking a sip “Thanks a lot.”

He was about to turn his attention back to Janelle, but Darci had finally lost her nerve “What the Hell is going on?! Everyone knows your reputation; we all know you have other girls, but I never thought you’d bring a bitch to my place!” The anger rose in her voice as she talked.

“You interrupted me, while I was out today. You caused a scene, embarrassed me and my family’s new guest. I had a date planned with Ms. Janelle here, so I thought I’d interrupt your night and show you what patience will get you.” Remy explained before returning to his make-out session.

Janelle lost herself in Remy’s arms, but Darci’s attempts to break them up kept intruding in her thoughts. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Darci flip-flop between anger/indignation and begging. Remy ignored her 100%, while fondling and kissing Janelle.

Darci paced back and forth “You can’t fuck her here! You both need to leave.” Being ignored got her angrier and louder “I’m warning you! I’ll call the cops.” She picked up the phone, but no one believed her. Once her bluff had been called, she slammed the phone down on the receiver. “I’m sorry… OK?” she pouted “At least talk to me.”

By this point, Remy removed Janelle’s top to reveal her bare breasts as she rubbed his sizeable erection through his overly tight pants.

“ARGHHH! What do you want from me?!” She tried shoving him from behind, but it barely jostled him.

Janelle finally broke the kiss “Remy, can’t we take a little pity on her? She just made a mistake.”

Remy nodded “I’m here with you tonight. What do you want to happen?”

Janelle blushed and looked at the once proud looking ‘warrior woman’ pleading like a spoiled brat “Maybe… She can join us?” She asked questioningly.

Remy looked as if he weren’t aiming for this outcome “As I said, it’s your night. Do what you will with her.”

Darci didn’t know whether to be outraged or thankful for the offer. She was flabbergasted and her brain decided to react with her ‘default setting’. “How dare you?!” she hissed with venom, but didn’t say anything else. She just stormed off to her room and shut the door.

Janelle felt like she did her good deed and didn’t feel the least bit bad “If you change your mind, come back wearing something sexy.” She half-taunted, half-ordered as Darci stomped off.

Janelle felt quite a rush of power, despite the failed attempt, and moved onto Remy’s lap to grind into the hardened bulge in his pants. Janelle wanted to release his cock, but Remy gently stopped her. He seemed to have more patience.

Darci’s door seemed to open slightly. Janelle smiled and imagined the poor girl watching them. She decided to moan louder and react more to Remy’s touch. She took his hands and placed them on her ass. She cried out when Remy bit at her nipple and didn’t notice the foot steps approaching.

Janelle felt eyes on her and turned to see Darci. Her imposing height contradicted her subdued body language. She looked down with slumped shoulders. The dark brunette wore a black bustier that hefted up her tits and nothing else. Her hands nervously covered her bare pussy. She looked at Remy “I’m sorry, may I join you?”

Remy snickered “You don’t listen very well, I said it was up to her.”

Darci looked to Janelle, but the kind girl felt disrespected. She got off Remy’s lap and something deep inside her made her stand up to Darci “Why are you looking at him?? This is my date. Don’t think I’m worth asking?” She growled and lightly slapped Darci. It was the only moment of the night where Remy broke his cool and his legitimate surprise and concern for Janelle’s safety came to the surface. He sat straight up, ready to stop Darci from attacking Janelle, but it wasn’t necessary.

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