Misfortune interrupted the Earth's peaceful stroll around the sun causing a disaster of cosmological proportions. It happened on the twenty-fourth of June 2049, midsummer, at a time of magic for all the Earth's cultures and religions, the shortest night, became the longest night that humanity would ever live. Some called it the Big Smash, others the Catastrophe, some the Apocalypse, the Cataclysm. But almost all ended up calling it the night of the fucking comet, even though it was a fucking asteroid.
Only one group of humans survived the disaster intact, a group who also continued to enjoy all the technological advances of the twenty-first century. It was a Martian penal colony, generally known as Copernicus. Here the most hardened criminals had been banished six years previously and condemned to hard labor in the worst penitentiary that human minds had ever conceived. Their mission, almost finished by that time, was to build humanity's first home off the Earth. A true dream city under a huge protective dome, where the future colonists would live and exploit the infinite riches of Mars.
Now the power is in the hands of the outlaws... They shout is: Vengeance!
In Planet Earth, the desperate survivors, the rats and their 'splitasses' as the ex-convicts call them, suffer a new horror after the disaster that took everything: The 'Invader' raids. With the surviving helicopters that they repaired themselves, the ex-convicts destroy, murder, rob and hunt the most lovely females to train as their sex-slaves...
FROM THE BOOK:
Whistling contentedly, he made his way down to the gloomy maintenance bays under the building. There, the splendid blonde he had hunted on safari on Earth was waiting for him, She had been living a horrible nightmare, caged and submerged in a futuristic sewer for over a week now.
On the way, fleeting memories of her capture came back to him... Her little bare feet and her naked legs kicking at the sand while the dogs terrorized her. Her body heaving under the nets. Her begging, her screams both before and while he attacks her in the tent, her agony when, tied to a chair, her body was pierced... He had to admit that the girl excited him, she drove him crazy, much more than little Azucena. Once trained she would make a fantastic sex-slave. But unfortunately she already had an owner, none other than his boss, the owner of everything.
"How's my 'splitass' today?" He asked after he turned on the light.
The girl looked at him blinded by the light. At that moment the level in the pit was very high and her lovely, gorgeous face was pressed against the bars in the lid. Killer smiled... He felt like a god, a vengeful Black God that was punishing a sinful white woman. How the world had changed! He remembered the nonsense they had taught him in church when he was little... 'Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the Earth...' He had always felt that all that was just talk, that the whites would always be white and the blacks always black and that the poor would never have any luck. But reality had overtaken the blindest optimism. Here was a clear example. His was a society of the dispossessed, of convicted criminals who could organise a hunt in which beautiful white women were the prey, the same untouchable females that belonged the status quo that had condemned them. Women who were sold as sex slaves to guys as execrable as him and they had to submit to them body and soul... Like the white bitch at his feet, stuck in a cesspool for a week and fated to suck the cock and lick the ass of a revolting nigger who was three times her age... Yes... It was a new order. A new social structure in which his people were the winners and the whites the losers.
Just in case the miserable white bitch had any doubts about the new order, Killer trod on her knuckles were she was holding on to the bars.
Shelma tried to hide her hands but the cuffs were too tight....
"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked.
"Ohh... Yes... Yess! She replied, beside herself with anxiety.
She would do or say anything at all to be released.
"Tell me... What are you?" Killer asked.
"A slave, a slave-girl ready to obey..."
"Sure," nodded Killer calmly. "But that's not enough."
What more could the pig want?
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