《sHe: THE RISE OF THE NEW BREED (BOOK 1)》Chapter 8
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A GROUP OF TWENTY, NEGRO Intersexual semen-donors walked out from the Auditorium in two single files. Two prison guards were to accompany them back to the staging area. Another group of Hispanic was also escorted over as the next batch of donors.
The Chicanos saw the Blacks exiting the building and they started bad-mouthing and grudging amongst themselves in Spanish. Morales the Mexican joker, who was one of Ramirez's spies — was among the Latinos, and he spat...
"It is disgusting that we have to use the same fucking Fifi after those Sambos unload their filthy Nigger shit into it."
Another Latino replied to him.
"It ain't right, vato! Ramirez should ask the Warden for different dolls — not the ones that have those fucking black apes sticking their filthy dicks in!"
Both the Black inmates and the grossed out Hispanic now crossed path — they started hurling insults at each other — with the Joker initiating slurs at them...
"Hey Blackies, why the fucks do they need jisms from you Jigaboos to produce niglets? They can always use road-tar mixed with some fucking monkey's DNA, right!!?"
"Shut up, Morales!"
The female guard yelled from behind to end the buildup of the shouting contest of the rival gangs. One of the Blacks retorted with a comeback in support of his BGF frat...
"Yeah ese Morales, I remember fucking your Mama so hard during my last visit to your barrio. She later served me some of your favourite home-cooked hot and spicy chilli concarne that flamed up my butthole like an RPG — and then I shat a dump inside your Mama's big-fat-hairy-cunt — and that's how you Mexican turds were born brown!"
The joker riposted loudly...
"Screw you all groids — your mothers were a bunch of un-evolved African monkey-kin when they first brought them to America — to fuck and populate the pigs and dogs here!"
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The four female hacks were losing control of the gangbangers' flout behaviours — one of them threatened by pulling out her baton...
"Stop! Now 'dip the spot' back in line, before I crack all of your ugly mugs!"
The shemale jockers ignored her intimidation — while another Black inmate countered the Joker...
"Oh yeah, but why then, your sisters love our black long dicks poking deep into their juicy tacos? We Niggers fucked them really hard in your own house too — while your dickless 'Chuntaro' dyke Pappy was too busy mowing the fucking lawn outside."
The 'call-out' led to the forty bigger sized Intersexuals rushing in at each other into a fistfight brawl. The four helpless women guards could not stop the 'throw-down' fracas — despite a few warning shots they fired in the air, to request for the riot-squad backup.
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