will you talk? She said, clicking the switch.

“Yes,” cried Alice, “yes, damn you!” Ask!

- More polite, bitch! - Marie once again clicked the switch and looked with pleasure as the white body again arched, - let's start with who are you?

- You know who! - cried the German, - Alice von Wolfgang, Obersturmführer SS.

“You're lying,” said Marie lazily, “you think I don’t know that women are not given titles in the Wehrmacht or the SS?”

“This does not apply to Wolfenstein graduates,” Alice breathed, “oooooh, turn off this thing!” Turn it off, I can't take it anymore ...

“Have patience,” said Marie harshly, “what kind of Wolfenstein?”

“The Vervooolf program,” Marie breathed, “is a top-secret project of the Tule society, aimed at awakening the magical abilities of the German Raaaas. I was among the first hundred volunteers who agreed to participate. You see the result ...

- Impressive, - Marie nodded, reducing the tension - and here, too, is a top-secret project?

- Yes! Tottenshlangen, Serpent of Death.

- You went to Max or he to you? - continued to ask Marie.

“Oh ... he," Alice breathed, "somehow went to Thule society, promising that if we help him seize the bokkor, he would turn Haiti into a German fort in the Caribbean, inaccessible to the allies." We helped him, and he helped us ...

“He rules Damballah,” asked Marie, “how?”

“I don’t know,” Alice wailed, “I don’t delve into your Negro stuff.” Something like the fact that if the carrier of the body is in a trance, then the god who inhabits his body turns out to be asleep and dreaming ... or rather nightmares. And for these nightmares to acquire flesh, a sacrifice is needed by the flesh ... by the young flesh of black girls.

- Why not whites? - Marie asked, once again clicking the switch.

“Once ... we tried,” Alice breathed, “an American ... we stole her from Puerto Rico.” But the rite ... went too far and he ... almost got free ...

- How to wake him up now? - Marie asked, looking at the fixed Rogers.

“The bandage ... the runes on the eggs ... fetter Dumballa.

- How to remove it? - said Marie.

- Just take off, - said the German, - untie and he will wake up.

- But now you're lying, bitch, - Marie laughed, - well, then get it!

She spun the switch and Alice screamed, arcing again. The electric shocks were mixed with the lust that was burning more and more, driving the German woman crazy. However, Marie was not going to kill her yet - having waited until the majority of the pheromone liquid would flow into Alice’s body, the mulatto turned off the car and, pulling out the needles with droppers, untied the Nazi, jerking her to her feet. Alice did not resist - half-dead from constant electric shocks, only unsatisfied sexual desire kept her on her feet. Her breasts swelled almost doubled, her nipples stuck out like spearheads, between her legs it poured like a bucket. Now it was not a man, but a zombie, driven not by reason, but exclusively by blind, animal lust.

Marie grabbed the German by the hair, dragged her across the floor and, forcing her to spread her legs, with a sweep she planted on the protruding member Rogers. Alice, moaning from lust, began to move her hips, sitting down on a powerful black trunk. She no longer thought about the possible danger, about the awakening of Dumballah, about how to fuck black is a “racial crime” - all she wanted now was to have a big, strong member enter her hot pussy. As if spellbound, Marie watched as a huge black piston walks in a white vagina, like a powerful ram breaking into the walls of an enemy fortress. And so it was - in her eyes the arrogant racist bitch was turning into a slave black dick.The German woman moaned, caressing her breasts and jumping on the Negro, as exhausted, not noticing how black smoke rises under her buttocks and the black runes on the scarlet ribbon fade and fade, as with a loud ringing the chains that bound Rogers’s arms and legs break.

“Ahhhhh,” the German girl screamed when the ribbon with runes flared and disappeared, releasing the Negro's strapped eggs. A long pent-up stream of sperm hit Alice in the womb with such force that it literally blew off Rogers' fuck. Marie was stunned watching how white legs flashed in the air and the Nazi, making a picturesque arc, crashed against the laboratory door. Running her hand between her legs, Alice scooped up clumps of sperm and sent them into the lustful mouth. A new stream of Negro sperm hit a German woman in the face, knocking her back, and the next powerful jet literally washed her into the corridor.

“Not a damn thing for myself,” only Marie managed to utter, gazing in amazement at the white river flowing out of the black dick, “I wonder where it all fit?”

Behind him, a faint moan was heard and Marie abruptly turned around, ready to face the new danger. However, this is just Sam Rogers - leaning on his elbows, he was stunned to inspect the laboratory, as if he had seen everything around him for the first time. However, Marie immediately realized that this was the case and could not hold back her sigh of relief — whatever her body possessed before, now it was the Sam she knew.

“Marie,” the Negro's eyes focused on her, “this is a meeting!” Where are we?

“Miami Beach, the Plaza Hotel,” despite the seriousness of the moment, Marie could not refrain from joking, “have you completely lost your memory?” Do you remember your name?

“Sam,” said Rogers uncertainly, “like ...”

“Already well,” the mulatto snorted, “well, remember farther!”

- I was nabbed in Port-au-Prince - Rogers said - two Germans and a healthy nigger, with a shaved head against, broke into the safe house, where I met with our agent. He was killed during the arrest, and they took me outside and shoved me into a hearse on wheels. The Germans kept me, nigga and strength poured into my mouth some kind of poison ... and the more I do not remember anything ...

Marie stifled an annoying sigh, silently swearing to shake out the spirit of Robinson if they ever returned to America. He should have guessed that Rogers would be a helpless baby here - a native of Harlem, he had no idea what Haiti lived, did not know about the power of voodoo. It is no wonder that Max “Makudal” so easily grabbed it ...

“Wait,” the black man was amazed at the huge white puddle on the floor, “is that ... me?” - He looked at his limp, but still a big dick, from which more sperm was dripping.

“Maybe it's good that you don't remember anything,” Marie chuckled. “Let's see.” Now we need to think about how to get out of here - the mulatto feverishly looked around the laboratory.

“I think I had a dream,” said Rogers hesitantly, “such a strange dream.” I was strong, powerful, terrible, like I do not even know who ... God or the devil, I do not know. I don’t remember what I did in this dream, but for some reason I’m afraid to think about it ...

“Better not think about it,” said the mulatto, on whose back cold chills ran, “think how to get out of here.” Although ... you don't even know where you are ...

“I don't know,” Rogers looked around, “but I really don't like it here.”

Marie nodded, continuing to look around the room. Her gaze fell on a small hatch, against the far wall. The massive stainless steel lid was slightly open ...

- I wonder what's there? - said aloud mulatto.

“Hey, Marie,” Rodgers called out.

- Wait, - the girl shrugged her shoulders, - I think how to get out of here.

“Looks like she won't let us out,” Sam replied, and Marie felt her voice tremble. As if to confirm his words, an angry growl came from behind. Marie turned and swore - there was a bristling wolf standing in the doorway, her bloodied fangs glaring. Marie met her eyes with hate-filled bright blue eyes and then a werewolf with a heart-rending howl rushed at people.