The Black Power Virus: New World

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Hello BPV fans! Sorry it’s taken sooooo long to come out with a new chapter. This one was more difficult to write than I thought it would be and I worked on some other projects. This story has major religious and racial themes, so don’t read ahead if you are sensitive. I know France does not have a Prime Minister, but it’s just easier to write as if they did.

This story mostly takes place in France again so you can assume that they are always speaking French unless otherwise noted. This story has some ties to BPV: Mad Science, but stands on its own.

I want to write more BPV side stories, so I’d really appreciate story requests. What characters from previous chapters do you think deserve their own story?

On another note: There may be plagiarism of my story online. I post for fun and never intended to make money, but I do not like having someone else profit from my work. I totally accept someone writing stories set in the BPV universe as long as it’s their own original story/characters (existing characters can be used with my permission) and it doesn’t change the rules of the universe.

Big thanks to Hell of a Critic and Tiny Tim for help editing and inspiring some scenes.

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PILOT PROGRAM

5 YEARS AFTER INITIAL EXPOSURE

L’Assemblée Nationale was in an uproar. The Prime Minister Jean-Francois Lapedit retired to his private chamber. His hands shook as he removed his glasses and sat at his desk. The Fifth Republic was doomed. When the virus struck France, the voters demanded the strongest action and gave him and his far-right party a powerful majority. It was all in vain.

The quarantine measures have all failed. Allied governments have fallen. It didn’t seem to matter if countries used draconian quarantine measures or if they used more relaxed standards like Great Britain. The Edwards address in the United States was a fatal blow to morale amongst the global resistance.

If that wasn’t enough, the strict quarantine protocols protecting his party’s members were crumbling. It seemed like every day he lost a member of his party to the debilitating effects of the virus. As he lost members, an alarming new party took their place.

The pro-virus, pro-African immigration ‘France Demain’ (France of Tomorrow) party was growing in popularity. The virus was an unstoppable force that silenced the white male population. Infected white women started to riot in favor of African immigration.

One of the first things they did to slow the spread of the virus was ban all immigration and try to stop the flow of information to Africa. Today, the Prime Minister accepted the inevitable. With only one member left in his majority, he passed a bill allowing an immigration pilot program. It only allowed African religious figures to enter the country and maintained the overall immigration ban for 6 more months. He knew it was futile, but it was the last thing he could do to delay the African conquest of France.

He poured himself a drink, but a noise startled him and made him drop his glass.

A cloaked figure came out of the shadows. They wore a black robe with an elaborate, masquerade-style, crow mask, with a beak that jutted out in front of their face.

The Prime minister felt terror. He had heard about L’Ordre du Corbeau (Order of the Crow); a radical, home-grown Black power movement. They were not considered a threat for years, but the virus changed everything. The Prime minister was about to call for security, but the figure stepped forward and removed their mask.

His heart sank as he recognized his own daughter. The 43-year-old Gabriele Lapedit was his party’s up and coming star and a natural successor to her father’s political legacy. The woman before him looked to be in her twenties with long, silky blonde hair. All signs of blemishes or aging were gone and there was only ONE thing that could do that.

The girl smiled and approached him “Do you like my new look, Papa?”

The Prime minister stepped back in fear, but didn’t have the heart to tell his own daughter to get away from him.

She snickered “The revolution is here Father. There is no more fighting it. We were so wrong all this time.” She gave him a big hug and kissed his cheek. Their close proximity and physical contact insured his infection “It’s time for you to rest.”

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3 WEEKS LATER

AFRICA

Father Adwele Madhavi prepared for his sermon. He was proud to give some of the poorest people in the World comfort and a chance at eternal salvation. His church was modest, but it was just enough to bring the word of the Lord. His followers streamed into the small building and some even gathered outside by the windows to hear the service.

They had no organ player, but every member sang together.

The Christian minister smiled and raised his hands to quiet his congregation “Thank you all for coming. I see this community and it gives me STRENGTH!” The crowd cheered.

“We have difficult lives. We live in a difficult place, but your spirit can NOT be put down. If you keep Escort bayan Jesus in your heart and love each other, there is nothing to fear!” The crowd got fired up.

“I’d like to talk to you today about the World. For the last 5 years, Western culture has shut itself off from us. Not only has Europe cut off ALL immigration, but there has been a media blackout. We just know that there is a mysterious virus. We do not know how many have died or if there’s a cure.” Adwele paused and the congregation felt thankful to be spared whatever horrors this virus brought on to Europe.

“I received a letter from my brother.” He smiled, held the letter up to the crowd to build suspense and looked over the congregation for a few seconds “From France!”

The crowd stood up and cheered. Some cried tears of joy.

“The travel ban will be lifted soon and I am part of a small group that will be allowed to visit and learn the truth of what happened to our International brothers and sisters. Many of you have family in France. I have accepted my brother’s invitation to visit and will find out the fate of your loved ones; for better or worse. I intend to bring you all comfort and closure.”

It was an emotional gathering. The minister gave all the families hope. They gave the minister their loved ones most recent information so he could check on them. When he left for the port, the entire village came by to cheer on his departure.

THE VOYAGE

It took a few days of travel, but Father Madhavi finally arrived. There was a buzz of activity around the very first transport to Europe in years. It was an ocean liner. Local police kept crowds of people away, but the minister had a special pass to board.

He knew he came from an isolated village and hoped that the other ministers had some information about what happened to the World.

It was a small group of men gathered to board the ship. They were mostly older men and a lot of them spoke different African languages and dialects. Father Madhavi was definitely the youngest member of the group at 34.

He finally found someone who spoke French “Excuse me Father, can you tell me anything about what happened to France? What is the death toll?” He braced himself for dire news.

The man looked at him incredulously “Are you joking?”

Father Madhavi’s heart sank “Oh my God… Is it in the millions? Forgive me Father, I come from a small village and we have received no news about the crisis.”

The man smiled and had a good laugh “There are no deaths, my son.”

Father Madhavi’s mouth hung open in shock “Really?! Praise the Lord!” Relief washed over him and he felt the weight of the World lifted. He thought about it for a moment and got confused “Then what happened?” he asked.

Before the man could answer, one of the crew members demanded their attention “Honored Guests! My name is Captain Phillippe and I welcome you. You all have private chambers on this vessel marked on your boarding pass. Please come on board in an orderly fashion and proceed immediately to your rooms. We need to depart ahead of schedule. The crowds are becoming restless and may attempt to force their way onto the ship.”

Father Madhavi thought the black man in uniform looked like an Adonis. It was hard to picture a more perfect physical specimen. As he moved up the gangplank, he looked back at the crowd. They were pushing against barriers and starting to throw things at the police. The minister felt like he was escaping a plague infested land instead of boarding a ship and heading to one.

He watched out his window as the ship pulled away just in time. The mob pushed down the fencing and some people even jumped in the water trying and failing to reach the ship.

Father Madhavi sat on his bed trying to figure out what was going on. Nothing made sense. His brother’s letter did not give him any information about the nature of the crisis.

The PA system finally announced that it was safe to move around the ship, so the minister left his cabin. He wandered around on his own looking for newspapers or someone to talk to. The crew members all seemed too busy to talk, but he couldn’t help noticing their outstanding physiques. He wondered if the French government sent their absolute best sailors.

He saw a newspaper and quickly picked it up. He flipped through the pages, but there were scantily clad women on every page. Every article seemed to be about sex, so it must have been pornography. The Christian minister threw it back on the table in disgust. He noticed the frontpage had ‘Le Mondial’ in the header. He knew it was a serious newspaper, so this had to be a parody or something. Such a sick joke, but the paper felt real.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion. Two crew members were restraining a struggling woman. One of the men yelled at her “So you think you can stow away?!”

The woman struggled wildly. She got an arm free and immediately ripped her own shirt; exposing her breasts.

Father Madhavi was a man of God, but he was still a man. If the crew Bayan escort were in peak physical condition, the only woman that he’s seen so far was no different. He only saw a few white women in his lifetime, but never anyone like her. She had crazed brown eyes, light brown hair, perfectly clear skin. When her breasts sprang free from her shirt, the first word in his head was ‘Perfect’. He quickly regained his composure, shook his head and averted his eyes from the obscene sight.

One of the crew members threw a blanket around her and pinned her arms to her by giving her a bear hug from behind. He lifted her up and carried her away kicking and screaming.

The good minister felt shame from his own arousal. Then he gasped when he saw the pants of the remaining crew member. There was a clear outline for an enormous penis.

Father Madhavi ran back to his room and started praying “Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned. I looked upon a woman with lust. Please forgive me during these strange times.”

He spent a few hours in deep contemplation and read a few chapters of his bible dealing with temptation.

At dinner time, he got out to join the others and found the man that he was speaking to earlier “Please Father, I don’t understand what is happening.”

The older minister hung his head “My son… The virus has spread all over the World. It does not kill, unless you talk about men and women’s souls.” He struck an ominous tone. “The virus causes a sexual frenzy. It affects ALL women. It perfects their bodies, but makes them lose all moral decency.”

Father Madhavi struggled to understand, but it started to make more sense “And the men?”

“The virus is peculiar. For most men, it instills an extreme form of sloth. For Black men, it acts just like it does with women; it perfects their body and increases their libido. Luckily, the men can keep their sense a little better than the women. That is why the crew is all-Black.” The old man explained.

The minister thought back to all the crew members and the pieces fell into place “Is that why they halted all of the immigration?”

The man nodded “The White man hoped for a cure, but science has failed.”

“Then Faith must lead the way back to salvation. Is that why they sent for us?” Adwele asked naively.

The older man laughed “No my son. The French government is on the verge of collapse. They will soon allow widespread migration from Africa to satisfy their ungodly needs. Our mission is simply a delaying tactic. They allowed a few old, religious men into the country as a token gesture.”

It was a lot for Adwele to absorb. He was expecting to deal with death and grief, but now had to fight overwhelming temptation.

“And one more thing. The crew must be infected. Our presence on this ship most likely means that we’re already infected. The only real prevention is isolation.” The man delivered the final bombshell.

Father Madhavi gasped in fear. He wouldn’t just be fighting this demon virus amongst the faithful, but inside himself as well.

The fear washed over him for a moment, but his resolve came back quickly and he stood up “No virus can change anything. I walk with Jesus Christ and WILL be saved!”

…

Father Madhavi spent most of his time studying, but realized that there was a soul on board that could use his help. He decided to go to the ship’s makeshift brig. It was obviously not meant to be a jail, but more of a holding area for drunk passengers.

One of the crew members was reading a magazine as he saw the preacher coming. The white sailor uniform was ill-fitting on the man. The material seemed to stretch and rip around the arms. He looked up disinterested “May I help you?”

Father Madhavi held onto his bible. He tended to wear a simple black dress shirt with his white preacher collar. His well-worn eye glasses and patchy beard made him look pretty mild mannered compared to the infected crew members. He stepped forward “I would like to speak to the young woman that was locked away.”

The bored guard nodded “Yes, the stow away. Go ahead.” He waved him in.

He stepped past the guard. The small room had a white fence partition running in the middle with a padlocked gate. On the other side, there was a twin sized bed.

He found the woman on top of the bed with her legs spread and furiously masturbating. Her hair was frazzled, clothes disheveled and her hand moved faster than a hummingbird’s wings.

Father Madhavi averted his eyes again. He gently knocked on the wall to get her attention.

It took him longer than he’d expect to stop hearing the moaning. Once she quieted down, he took a timid peek and saw that she was straightening up her skirt and sitting up on the bed.

Relieved, he turned towards her. Even when she was ‘decent’, she was dangerously attractive. The closest frame of reference that he had was from a dirty magazine that he snatched away from a couple of the boys in his village.

But this woman was not on a piece of paper. She was flesh and Escort blood. She exuded fiery passion, and was before his very eyes.

Father Madhavi took a chair and sat near the gate “My name is Father Adwele Madhavi. I came here today to provide you whatever comfort I can as you endure this demon disease. What is your name?”

She raised an eyebrow “My name is Iveta. You really want to help me? Make me more comfortable?” Her hands rubbed against her thighs.

He instantly shook his head “NO! No, no. My child, that is not what I meant.”

Her arms crossed and she gave him a look of disappointment and anger “So, you want to sit there and judge me? Read a few words from your little book and pat yourself on the back?”

“My child, I do not serve the Lord for my own fulfillment. It nourishes my soul, but I am a servant at heart. I want you to know that you’re not alone. No matter what despair and temptation you face, our Lord stands ready to forgive you and guide you towards a better life.” The preacher finally felt in his element, since getting on the ship.

Iveta looked him deep in the eyes “You haven’t been exposed to this virus for very long; Have you?”

The question loomed in the air and Adwele had no response.

“I’m guessing this boat ride is the first time that you’re interacting with the infected. It takes about a month to feel the full effects. Why don’t you preach about temptation to me then?!” She spat out with venom.

Father Adwele was about to respond, when he heard some noise. The guard allowed two crew members in.

The two men loomed large and Iveta got a big fat smile on her face. They looked at her like she was a piece of meat.

“Excuse me… Can I help you?” Adwele looked up at the unwelcome interruption.

“This woman is a criminal for stowing away, but she’s the only one on the ship. It would be cruel to keep her here alone. My shipmate and I are here to ease her suffering.” One of the men said with a chuckle “We’d appreciate it if we had some privacy, Father.”

Adwele stood up suddenly and showed just how offended he was “Young man, this woman is under the influence of something beyond our understanding. It would be immoral to take advantage of her.”

The two muscular, black shipmates shook their heads dismissively. One of them put their hand on Father Adwele’s shoulder. A physical act that was gentle, but also meant to intimidate the smaller man “Father, you forget that we’re affected as well. We are sacrificing a lot by being away from our women to come get you and your friends. Why don’t you stay out of our business?”

Adwele would not back down “You will NOT rape this woman!” He looked over their shoulders “Officer! Call the Captain! I demand to see him this instant!”

The officer looked irritated, but radioed the Captain to come to the brig. The crew members scowled when he used the word ‘rape’.

Adwele could hear some low, guttural growling. He turned around slowly and could truly see a demon. In all his years, he had never seen such a look of pure, white-hot hatred on anyone’s face. Iveta’s gaze could set you on fire. Her hand gripped the fencing. The sexually frustrated woman was so enraged that she was capable of bending the thin metal with her grip.

Father Adwele recoiled at the sight and one of the crew members simply moved him aside with one arm.

The other crew member simply unzipped his pants “You can stay if you want. I don’t give a shit!”

Iveta’s look of rage turned to adoration. She practically drooled as his thick, black cock was revealed. She squealed in delight. She didn’t seem to care that a priest was witnessing her cardinal sin.

Adwele gasped as the man stuffed the enormous rod through the fencing. Iveta didn’t hesitate and swallowed the entire thing. She bobbed on it just enough to get it slick before turning around. She backed her pussy up and plugged it in.

The groan of relief was so loud that it echoed. She enjoyed the feeling for a moment. Then she frantically pushed back and forth on the stationary cock in her cell.

Iveta gripped the fencing and just fucked herself into a state of bliss.

The man looked at the disapproving priest and decided to make a point “Father, we’re providing relief. You just don’t understand their desperation.”

He pulled his dick out, which was met with a disappointed hiss. He then stepped on top of a small stool and stuck his dick higher up into the fence.

Iveta couldn’t reach it anymore. She huffed in frustration, but started climbing on the fence. Everyone in the room just had to admire her determination as she positioned her pussy correctly. With her toes and fingers gripping the fence, she somehow managed to start humping him all over again.

Great shame overcame Adwele from allowing this to happen. He felt new hope when the Captain arrived.

“What is going on here?” The Captain walked in and sounded annoyed.

Adwele spoke up “These men came here to rape this poor infected woman!”

The man with his cock in the fence put his hands up and showed the woman more than willingly bouncing on him from the other side “Sir, we are off-duty and simply wanted to visit the prisoner to help her. How can I rape her when she’s doing it on her own? I’m not even in her cell!”

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