Helion

The AI softly alerted Eve to their arrival at the Dellenworth property. As they rolled over the gate threshold, it spoke up.

“They're passively scanning the vehicle; I'm running an anti-espionage package to obscure my presence while allowing them to see everything else. Is that ok?”

Eve nodded as she studied the gatehouse. It was a small, two-room hut, furnished generously, and currently occupied by a well-dressed and even more well-armed whiteboi.

“Tag him for questioning after we’re done with the Dellenworths; gate guards should know who comes and goes and when.”

The AI gave her a quick "Yes ma‘am." as they proceeded up the long drive to the main compound.

The mansion was massive—four stories of pure opulence. It deeply disturbed Eve on a visceral level to see such a concentration of wealth and still only a fraction of the value the ****** had in its generous holdings. She grit her teeth as the car slowly came into the small, covered driveway connecting to the front door of the residence. The AI. slid her chair back to the passenger door before opening it for her. Before stepping out, Eve snagged the proffered gun from the retractable door holster as it popped open for her.

The small Deckland semi-automatic handgun had been re-chambered to fire a much larger caliber round than it originally carried. Upsizing came at the price of capacity, but the extra stopping power meant it would tear through vehicles and light body armor with little issue. The full metal jacket rounds she had loaded in the magazine would further add to the punch. Because the gun hadn't been designed to handle so much kick, she'd had to have a compensator affixed to the barrel, and even then, she still needed to have the tendons in her firing hand reinforced to mitigate the wrenching power of the shots.

It had taken months of fine-tuning to become proficient with the weapon, but it was worth the effort. Most people would misjudge the amount of power she could bring to bear in an exchange-if things ever came to that... which they often did. Holstering the weapon next to her breast under her overcoat, she drew up her collar and then lit another cigarette. The Dellenworths were both standing on the threshold of their entrance. Gloria had her hands clasped against her chest, and Francisco stood with his arms crossed. Eve immediately picked up bad vibes from its posture; it practically radiated a sense of superiority. The stupid bitch had been spending too much time around other sissy Whitebois and had gotten a big head.

Approaching the door, Gloria bowed slightly at the waist, “Ahhhh, Ms. Hunter! I'm so grateful you took our request; I was starting to worry that the Hunters Guild would push it off until morning! Please, I beg you! Please find our ********!” The woman was visibly pregnant and moderately dressed, though small spades adorned her ears on even smaller platinum chains; they looked good on her.

“Rest assured, Gloria, I’ll do everything I can-”

Fransisco cut in, speaking over Eve, “That’s… Mrs. Dellenworth to you, hunter.”

Eve’s eyes snapped up to the lanky bitch, and Gloria swiveled her head with a look of complete and total horror.

“Fransisco?! Please shut up! Oh my gosh! Please, I'm so sorry, Ms. Hunter; it doesn't know what it's doing; this is their first time dealing with law enforcement. I'll be sure it's properly punished for this; please have mercy.” Gloria looked as though she were about to drop to her knees in front of Eve, and Francisco simply stared back at her as though she were growing a second head.

"Punished…? Punished for what? Does she not know who we are? She's just some hunter who's come to fix our prob...lem..." Fransisco trailed off as the gun directed at its kneecap clicked, indicating the hammer had been cocked.

“Fransisco Dellenworth, this will be your second warning to remain silent until spoken to, you've forgotten your place. If you so much as utter another word, I will discharge my weapon directly into your left knee before having you arrested for disorderly conduct and failure to comply with a lawful order. Don't test me, faggot.” Eve snarled as the pathetic waste of oxygen shrank back towards the door, directing its eyes to the ground and ducking its head in submission. “Good bitch... Gloria, when was its last cage check?”

Gloria peeled her eyes off Fransisco and the look of shame, embarrassment, and fear slowly began to fade as she faced Eve once more. “Ummm, I believe our bitchkeeper completed the check this morning around 8:00 am; it was still intact, and the shock functions were tested as working.”

Eve nodded. “Have the check completed again, double shock test, and disciplinary butt plug; if it gets an erection have it caned until limp and have a smaller cage installed. You're getting off light, Fransisco; what do you say?”

Tears welled up in Fransisco’s eyes as it squeezed them shut. “T-thank you… Mistress, I’m thankful for your loving consideration, mistress.”

Eve re-holstered her Deckland and nodded, “Fuck off, cunt.” With that, Francisco turned and stepped through the door, followed by a beautiful black Amazoness. Eve marveled at the majesty of the Queen as she strode behind the cowering whiteboi, the powerful thighs, the wide fertile hips, the well-muscled back and shoulders, and the strong, magnificent hands that now gripped the scruff of Fransisco's neck. Eve could feel her pussy begin to drip as the thought of those hands around her throat floated through her mind. A light flush colored her cheeks as she fought to keep her hand from sliding into her pants.

She cleared her throat and started in on Gloria. “The details on the request mention Melody left the compound around 2:00 pm to see her boyfriend; was that confirmed by the gate sentry?”

Gloria shook herself and then replied, “That’s right, we watched the town car leave around that time on the monitors.”

Eve nodded, “Who is Melody dating? You're a high-class, high-value ******. I imagine her suitors would be from a comparative station.”

Gloria’s lips parted and a soft ‘ah’ escaped before she smiled ruefully, "I'm afraid we might have fibbed just a little in the request... We need to keep up appearances, you know? It's better if other families and the general public continue to think we're well-bred, high-society billionaires. Tarnishing that well-crafted image could limit business opportunities, you understand, right?"

Eve quirked an eyebrow before finally connecting the dots. The nerve dampeners were still 15 minutes away, and her ass was making it hard to focus. "So Melody went out slutting, then."

Gloria grew a mischievous grin. "She's just like her mama, unfortunately. We both picked up a bit of a sweet tooth for the homeless Black Kings filling the alleys downtown—those beautiful, neglected, unwashed Godcocks. It's a fucking tragedy that they go more than an hour without a wet pussy wrapped around them.

Gloria began to openly masturbate in the doorway, "Anyway… hah… Usually... we have an escort with us, you know, just in case one of those gorgeous hunks decides to... huff... fuck us unconscious. But today, oh god, those fucking studs killed our escort in the middle of their... ngghhhh... gangbang. We didn't get too much detail out of that stupid bitch before they... I'm fucking cumminngggg! Ah, ah, oh fuuuuuck before they fucking popped it! Unnnffffff"

Eve bit her lip at the open display of lust and hostility. It seemed Gloria was a woman after her own heart; using the death of a whiteboi as goon-fuel was something Eve made a habit of doing. "So the whiteboi... must have done something to... huff... set them off then. What details did you get from the whelp before it was rightfully... fuck... terminated?"

Gloria leaned a shoulder against the door jam as she recovered from her orgasm. "From what the faggot managed to croak out, it sounded like the homeless Kings were going to be selling Melody off for drug money; they knew she was a rich girl and would fetch a generous price on the black market. Why they wouldn't just ask us for money is beyond me, but I don't pretend to know what goes through the minds of my superiors."

Eve nodded, "Amen to that; they had their reasons to do what they did, I'm sure."

Gloria hummed in agreement, "Unfortunately, after our escort was executed, we lost track of Melody; her tracker was removed, and our contacts in the black market are saying they haven't seen hide nor hair of her.” A worried grimace returned to her face. "When we got that news back, we started to worry that something had gone wrong with the sale, like, what if some bitch-ass whiteboi, absolutely thrashed on Slix, managed to get its greasy, disgusting fingers into the mix? I can't bear to stomach the thought that my beautiful ******** is in the hands of such repulsive filth! Please, you have to find her and bring her back! I can't take not knowing where she is!"

Eve pondered the information she'd gotten. Even the drug-addled, homeless, uneducated Kings were better equipped to handle the sale of a girl than a whiteboi ever would be. So to think that they had her taken from them was ridiculous. It was also far-fetched to think they would purposely sell her to a whiteboi; even kings on the bottom rung of society wouldn't give a whiteboi the time of day. No, there had to be a trick here; someone capable of messing with black market dealings had to be pulling the strings. Despite all the laws and social pressures, there were still some whites in positions of unreasonable power, and Francisco was proof of that. Without a strong hand to keep them in line, they would always, always try to scrape back every sliver of power they could.

Eve wrote off the gang of black men that had run a train on Melody as suspects. They knew what they were about, and if they had chosen to take Melody and sell her to the highest bidder, then she couldn't fault them for it. It might still be useful to question the men, though. walking into that filthy alley, surrounded by hung, unwashed, superior kings... The Black Goddess currently ruining Francisco and Gloria's story had put her in the mood for more dick, and there was nothing better to have knock on your cervix than homeless Black Dick.

"Mhmmm shit… You mentioned in the request that Melody had been having some strange dreams... Could you tell me about those?" Eve stifled a moan as the thought of servicing a horny group of homeless kings almost pushed her into masturbating alongside Gloria.

"Huh? Ohhhh, those. Uhhhh, yeah, Melody came to us on... Monday? It might have been Tuesday-after our meeting with... Charles... unf... she made an off-comment about having some strange dreams, but we barely got into it since... Charles... fuuuuuck since Charles was fucking rearranging my guts at the oooooshit.. time." Gloria was staring directly into Eve's eyes as she began rubbing her bare pussy again. Eve fought to keep her eyes from wandering, but the combination of pain from earlier and lust was slowly forcing her into a losing battle. "Charles… God, his fucking cock... it's like nothing I've ever. Fucking. Felt. Come here, I'll... huff... I'll show you."

And that was all it took for Eve to pop the button on her jeans and jam her hand down her pants, coming up alongside Gloria, who had begun playing a video on her phone. The angle was from a tripod of some sort; Gloria was on all fours with her feet over the edge of a ludicrously large bed. A giant black man entered the frame from the right, and the cock that swung out in front of him was truly divine. 12 solid inches of the burliest bitch-breeder Eve had ever seen. Her breath caught in her throat, and Gloria gasped. "I know! Oh god, I know; when I saw that fucking monster for the first time... I came to the spot. But then he fucking put it in my pussy and proceeded to fuck my brains directly out of my skull with it."

Gloria trailed into silence as Charles effortlessly mounted her from behind on the screen, the angle such that his entire length was visible as it violently gouged out Gloria's pussy. "I listen to these videos, like, 15 times a day when he isn't here... It's just incredible. I still can't take it all. It's been fucking years, and I still can't take all of him."

Eve was feverishly pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy as she continued to watch Charles turn Gloria into a cheap cum rag on screen. The pain in her ass simply reminded her of the multiple orgasms Jon had given her earlier that night. Gloria reached out and gently pulled Eve's hand, placing it on her soaking wet pussy before she began to plunge her fingers in and out of Eve. The mutual masturbation lasted roughly ten minutes as they both wordlessly brought each other to orgasm over and over, inevitably embracing in a passionate, sapphic kiss.

Eventually Eve broke away, allowing her sense of duty to worm its way back to the forefront of her mind. Gloria paused the three-hour video as they both stood there, panting and gingerly avoiding touching their genitals.

"T-thank you for... sharing that video, Gloria. You're a lucky woman."

Gloria beamed; the pride she felt from the compliment obviously meant a great deal to her. But the moment was short-lived; regardless of her coping method, the worry over her ******** crept back onto her face. "The dreams... It was hard to stay focused with Charles breaking my pussy, but I remember her saying that they started about a week ago, and they usually had the people she loved being swallowed by colors. I thought maybe she'd just been given some bad PCP or acid from the Kings in the Alley, but maybe she could have been struggling mentally too. I'm ashamed to admit I don't spend enough time with her."

Tears began to stream from her eyes, but she didn't weep. "You will find her, won't you? You'll bring my ******** back to me, won't you?"

Eve normally disliked when clients tried to get promises out of her. The jobs she worked rarely ever went smoothly, let alone as planned. Making promises had a way of blowing up in her face.

"You'll see your ******** again, Mrs. Dellenworth."