The Black Power Virus: Bombshells

Acknowledgements and Disclaimers:

Hello BPV fans! This is a story written in collaboration with 'Hell of a Critic'. It's a side story and prequel with a 40's pulp comic style. The female character followed in this chapter, called the "Blue Jay", is an homage to characters like Spysmacher, Captain America and other pulp fiction/super heroes of the 40's.

As always, send your constructive criticism and story ideas. I can't guarantee that I'll use them, but it all gives me great ideas and inspiration. Even better yet, you can take your idea and write your own story. I don't have the time in the day I want to write, but I'm definitely willing to work with you, edit and make sure your story works in the BPV universe.

DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist.

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APPROXIMATELY 93 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE

Much before Vanessa Leblanc's revolutionary invention of the BPV virus, there had been other attempts through history at revealing the hidden potential of genetics to create a new lineage of supermen on the planet. One of these attempts happened in Nazi Germany in the middle of the Allies' reconquest of Europe. During this time the Nazis, cornered and running out of time, made a desperate attempt at creating a final genetic weapon...

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The old castle had almost been missed by the aerial reconnaissance planes. There were a lot of old ruins of the sort in the mountains between France and Germany, remnants of military fortifications from the 17th and 18th centuries.

But seeing the German guards at the front door and the trucks being loaded let the Blue Jay know that she'd been sent to the right place.

Her American chain of command had sent her to look for missing battalions and their intelligence brought her to this place. To make things worse, they had also gotten alarming rumors that soldiers were being used in some new experiments designed to give the Nazis a last minute weapon to help them turn the tides of war.

For such an important mission, the US army had decided to send the 'Blue Jay', their own super-spy. The Blue Jay, her real name Jennifer Hopkins, was an invention intended to serve as a publicity stunt. They put a beautiful woman in a red, white and blue costume in order to motivate people into joining the war effort, especially red-blooded young American males.

In the beginning, she was intended to do a few propaganda movies and visit the troops in Europe to give them encouragement. It was a surprise for everyone when she decided to join the resistance movement in France and actually pulled off a few sabotage missions. No one had been paying close enough attention to the fact that she was a military daughter and fully trained in firearms and hand to hand combat.

From the beginning, Jennifer Hopkins had planned to use her new 'job' as an opportunity to bypass the ban on women in combat roles. Though it was forbidden by law for any American woman, she felt duty-bound to fight against the Nazis alongside the men. She wanted to prove that she and women everywhere were capable of much more than staying at home and baking cookies. Each success brought a much-needed boost to morale and war bond sales. When the powers-that-be had seen the results they decided to give her more and more critical missions. She had, until today, never failed an objective.

For this solo mission, Jennifer had been dropped during the night, a few kilometers from the objective. Despite her laser focus on the mission at hand, she couldn't help but look back up at the plane once she jumped out. She felt a rush of embarrassment when she saw her image on the tail of the wing. The pin-up version of herself rested on her knees, arched her back and saluted, while winking, smiling and wearing her signature military outfit; modified to show off her beautiful bare legs. It was a somewhat common image on planes and Jennifer wondered what the average GI would think if they knew she broke a man's jaw for grabbing her ass when she posed for the artist. Once she hit the ground, she folded her chute and hid it along with her radio, and walked the rest of the way on foot. Her colorful costume was hidden behind a more discreet leather jacket.

Now, with eyes on the compound she considered her plan of attack. A direct attack was out of the question. Her standard semi-automatic pistol wouldn't do much against the two Germans who were wielding assault rifles at the front.

She noticed the windows weren't guarded and decided to try reaching one at the second floor. She went around the castle, staying under the cover of the woods until the last instant. Then she ran towards one of the towers and quickly climbed up using the dislodged bricks.

Inside, she noticed only the most basic of renovations. A few light bulbs and cables were laying bare and boxes were stacked together. All this was confirming her suspicions that the operation, whatever it was about, was evacuating quickly.

Stairs were leading down and she decided to carefully proceed down them. As she came down she heard a noise and noticed a soldier guarding a wooden door, using his rifle to support his weight and clearly bored out of his mind. Under the cover of the shadows, she came as close as possible without being seen. Once at a reasonably close distance, she made her move.

"Hey! Was sind..." The guard was interrupted by a punch to the solar plexus, which knocked the wind out of him and dropped him to his knees. Then, a kick to the nape of the neck rendered him unconscious.

She put him in a sitting position in the chair to make it look as if he was napping, and entered the room.

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The room was a mess. It was fairly big but clearly hadn't seen any activity for quite a while. Test tubes and other chemistry tools were scattered around. Coming closer, Jennifer saw petri dishes filled with what seemed to be a white cloudy liquid. It smelled...peculiar, musky. The room was actually very warm so Jennifer pulled off her helmet, releasing a cascade of curly red hair.

Suddenly, she heard a faint noise coming from the back of the lab, originating from behind a curtain that she hadn't noticed. It sounded like a whimper a small animal would make. She moved closer cautiously with her weapon drawn.

As she came closer, the sound became clearer. While definitely human, she understood why she had mistaken the feminine panting for an animal.

The Blue Jay opened the curtain in one swift move. The spectacle she saw behind it left her frozen in place.

Behind the curtain laid a very basic prison cell. But the real surprise was what was happening inside: In it, one very large black man, maybe one of the biggest and most muscular men Jennifer had ever seen, was fucking a young blonde woman from behind, while griping her by the hair.

The woman seemed to be around her early twenties, so around the same age as Jennifer. She wore wire rim glasses that were hanging at the tip of her nose; on the verge of falling with each rocking motion brought on by the powerful fucking. A wide smile covered her face and her eyes seemed a bit glassy, as if in a trance. She was sputtering some words in German. From what Jennifer understood, the girl was very enthusiastically prodding her lover to go harder and deeper.

Jennifer noticed that the girl was wearing a torn white blouse. She guessed the blonde must have been one of the German scientists working in the lab she had just visited.

Suddenly the black man, completely ignoring Jennifer, took the girl by the hips and pushed her slightly off him, causing a frustrated whine from her as he dislodged his cock from her pussy. Grabbing her left ankle, he made the girl do a 180° turn, before taking her by the thighs and lifting her, bringing the two of them face to face.

He was now standing upright, while the girl was only kept from tipping backwards thanks to his hold on her ass; his enormous penis only a few inches beneath her wet sex.

Slowly, he let her go back down on his organ, causing a rising moan until she finally took enough of him inside. The fucking then resumed, only this time, the girl used her proximity to kiss and bite her lover's face/neck savagely, while crossing her legs behind his back to coax him to go further.

A few moments later, the girl seemed to tense up. Her voice went a few octaves lower and she threw her head back as a long moan of release burst from her lips. The two stayed connected for another two minutes and then, with surprising care, the black man lifted her off his organ and placed her much frailer body on the one-person bed that occupied the cell.

He finally looked up to Jennifer, apparently noticing her for the first time. He then told her in the most even tone "So... Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you wearing?"

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Jennifer looked down at her costume and then back to her questioner. She needed a few minutes to gather her thoughts. She had just seen a man, probably one of the soldiers she was actually tasked with freeing, bang the shit out of an enemy scientist. If she were being honest with herself, she felt a little flustered. She then remembered the question she had just been asked and realized that, being captured for quite some time, he probably didn't know anything of the Blue Jay's exploit.

"Hum, well, I'm the Blue Jay. And...uh... I guess I'm what you'd call a superhero." Jennifer said. She then pointed down to her colorful attire.

Jennifer wore a costume made up of bright US red, white and blue colors, long gloves that went past her elbows and black boots laced right up to just below the knee.

" And that's my, umm, costume. " Jennifer felt very stupid once she started explaining. She swore internally for acting like such a ditz.

"I've been sent here to free you and put a stop to any of the experiments that have been taking place in this castle. If there are any soldiers of ours kept here, I plan to free them also." She normally kept her mouth shut, while on mission; even with allies. However, Jennifer's lips felt looser around the stunning black man. Her military bearing snapped back into her mind and she attempted to reassert some authority "More officially, I am a lieutenant, so that's 'Ma'am' to you soldier."

She was satisfied with how she had managed to compose herself, but she still wished her own voice didn't waver so much. She also felt a pang of disappointment when the man in front of her decided to put some clothes on. It was really...distracting. She was actually wondering how the girl from earlier had been capable of keeping pace with such a big man. Especially, since his incredible size didn't seem to be limited to his frame. The enormous appendage dangling between his legs sent an unexpected shiver up her spine. She wasn't familiar with the male organ but it seemed this one was much bigger than anything she remembered having seen during her rare experiences with the boys back home. It seemed like twice, no three times as big. Which was...Impossible. Wasn't it?

"Pffft... They sent a butter bar alone?.." The man remarked in a disrespectful tone. "Sorry miss, but there ain't nobody here but me. I'm the last one of the bunch. All the others from my battalion have been sent away. The only reason I'm still here is because, since those fritz made their experiments on me, I'm way too strong to be taken anywhere I don't want to go. Also they seem to want to bring me back alive since I seem to be their only success. I figured it was just a matter of time before they finally thought of drugging my food with some sleeping pills though." He explained without showing an ounce of shyness over his nudity.

"I was going to ask you about that. What the hell has been happening here? You say they have been experimenting on you?" Jennifer's mind got back on the mission.

Before responding the black man finally put a sheet around his waist. The problem was, she could still see the outline of his penis clearly making a noticeable bulge against the fabric.

"Well, I think their plan was to create some kind of super-soldiers to fight for them. So they rounded up prisoners to test their drugs on before trying it on their own soldiers. Thing is, they started on people of my race, mostly cuz they think we're sub-human. They didn't care about what could happen to us." He paused for a second, as if recalling a painful memory.

"I've seen a lot of my men die because they didn't survive those experiments. I was sure I was going to follow them to the grave. After a time, I couldn't even remember how many injections I'd received and, in the end, I was the only one left. But I guess they were happy with the result. When I wasn't recuperating from the tests, I noticed I was getting stronger... Bigger too." He took an obvious look at his own covered genitalia and Jennifer understood that he didn't only mean his height and mass "It's been a few days since they stopped the tests. As I said, I was half expecting to wake up in a train heading to Berlin some day or the other."

Jennifer took her time digesting the info. This was exactly what the higher-ups feared; biological experiments with, as a final purpose, the creation of supermen able to change the outcome of the war. Thankfully, it seemed that their only success had been this man.

Still, there was another question that she needed answering. "So...What is your name and rank?"

"Smith miss', Sergent Denzell Smith" He answered.

"Okay, Sergeant. Could you tell me who this person is?" Jennifer pointed her finger in the direction of the girl Denzell had been enthusiastically fucking 5 minutes earlier. She was sprawled on the bed, resting, a satisfied expression on her young face.

"Well, your guess is as good as mine miss. Until a few days ago, I'd only seen little Anita here from the other side of the fence. She sometimes came to do a few blood tests, so I figured she was an assistant in the lab. It was only recently that she started becoming more and more familiar during her routine checkups. She touched my arm, asked how I was doing... Yesterday she came into my cell at night. She didn't really seem to know what she was doing but I definitely saw that she wasn't doing too well. She was shivering and very flushed. She quite literally fell into my arms and I didn't have the courage to push her away. After that, well, one thing led to another..." Sergent Smith came about as close as he ever did to blushing.

Jennifer found the story peculiar but crazy enough to be true. She tried not to look too impressed by the fact that, according to his story, he apparently had been having sex with the German girl, Anita, since the previous night. "Well Sergeant, if you're not too tired from your activities, I think it's time to get a move on. I don't think the guard I knocked out at the entrance of the lab will stay asleep forever." She took out the bunch of keysshe had taken off the guard earlier and sure enough one of the keys opened the cell door.

Together, Jennifer, Denzell, and the lab assistant who was slowly regaining consciousness, went back to the entry door of the lab. Once they reached the guard, Denzell used the occasion to take his pistol and finally put on some clothes, although the unconscious guard's uniform was a bit too small for him. He gave the sheet he'd been wearing to Anita. While it had only fit him as a loincloth, it was covering the lab assistant entirely.

This time, going out the window was out of the question so they went back down the stairs toward the main hall of the castle.

Arriving at the door they crouched down and opened it slightly. Jennifer and Anita were crouching next to each other, while Denzell stayed a little bit behind. Even with his knees bent, he was still towering over the two girls.

Behind the door, they saw a lot of activity. Three guards were loading up crates and getting rid of any traces of their presence. Another soldier stood a few feet away from the door.

Denzell put his hand on Jennifer's shoulder. She twitched a little. His hand was really big and covered her whole shoulder. Her costume was uncovered at the neck, where their skin touched. She was surprised to feel that he was warm, despite the relatively low temperatures of the stone castle.

"So miss Blue Jay, you plannin' on making a move?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Then let me go first. I need something more than this little pea shooter I took off this guard earlier. Maybe something like that." He said, indicating the assault rifles the soldiers inside were sporting.

He got up and handed the gun to Anita, still covered in his sheet "Take care of this for me." Then, with amazing discretion and surprising agility for his enormous frame, he passed the door and went toward the closest German soldier.

Anita took Jennifer's hand, probably looking for reassurance, and in the excitement squeezed it so hard that Jennifer felt a sharp pain. Apparently the girl had some nails. Jennifer wasn't thrilled with the idea of arming a potential German hostile, but she set those worries aside to watch Denzell in action.

Jennifer watched fascinated as Denzell reached the soldier in only a few steps, unnoticed. He quickly neutralized the man with a choke hold. He picked up his assault rifle before it had reached the ground.

Jennifer was impressed. Whatever those people had done to Smith, he was now clearly stronger and faster than any man she'd ever seen.

She looked at Anita who had watched the whole scene too. The German girl had an expression of complete adoration on her face.

"He is Superman." She then told Jennifer in broken English "Besser than ten men."

Jennifer didn't respond. The show of force Denzell had shown had aroused her a bit more than she wanted to admit.

"Hey, psst" It was Denzell calling her quietly. He signaled her with his hands that he had counted three more guards and wanted her to cover him.

Leaving Anita at the door, Jennifer got up and followed him.

The other three guards didn't cause much more trouble than the first. Denzell jumped on one and broke his neck in one quick movement, as if it were a twig. She shot the second guard in the head before he could react, and Denzell gunned down the last one with his recently-acquired assault rifle.

They looked at each other, adrenaline still pumping into their veins. Jennifer was feeling slightly too hot standing next to Denzell. It was strange, their quick confrontation hadn't been that demanding but she still felt feverish.

They broke eye contact when Anita rejoined them and told them in an excited voice "I know how we can escape!"

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It seemed Anita was going to be their ticket out of here after all.

She knew of a secret passageway that would allow them to enter a long underground corridor ultimately leading to an exit down the mountain, far enough from the castle and enemy territory.

It was hidden behind machinery that Denzell quickly moved aside with his herculean strength.

As they were going through the tunnel, Jennifer talked a bit with Denzell. By federal law black soldiers were not permitted to serve alongside white troops. He explained to her how it had been living in an all-black battalion and the discrimination he and his men sometimes suffered.

She could easily sympathize and talked about her decision to put on a colored costume and become a tool of war propaganda. She had grown tired of seeing her father and brothers go to war and the injustice of having to wait at home; waiting to hear if they'd been killed, while she herself had been trained to fight from childhood.

She also told him how hard it had been to interact with men in the last few months. Her new fame as a super heroine had made her some sort of 'sex symbol', but paradoxically the image she had to keep gave her a reputation and impossible standards of purity to preserve. This meant that, in the minds of boys at home and on the battlefield reading her adventures, she needed to remain a virgin.