YEAR 2050. SLAVE TRAINING
YEAR 2050. SLAVE TRAINING
New in English!!!
by I Smith
de luxe edition
Illustrated by De Haro
In ENGLISH.
Available electronically in PDF format. See bottom of page
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…
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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?
“I
am a skivvy, anything… An object for use.” Said Shelma begging her god that
he not leave her there a second longer.
“And
who do you belong to? Who is the
master of your life?” asked Killer.
“Mad
Satan is. He is my Master and my Lord.
I belong to him…”
“A
week in the dark with shit up to your neck has been good for you.” Said Killer
ironically.
Shelma
looked away, the level in the cesspool prevented her from lowering her gaze…
“And
vile lowly slave like you, how does it serve it’s Master?” Killer asked.
“Obeying
him… Blindly…”
“That’s
not enough!”
“I
am his slave… In every way…” Shelma swallowed, the level of the water had
suddenly risen and a new stench filled the tiny compartment.
“I
want more details!” Growled Killer.
“I
will make him happy, I will love him… Everything…”
Killer
chuckled evilly and it made her shiver.
“What
the fuck would her want you to love him and want him?
All he wants from you is that you suck his cock and fuck him right…”
“Yes
Yes… I will do what he wants. I
will suck his cock, I will fuck him… Anything…”
“And
you’ll swallow his spunk?”
“Yes
Ever… Everything…”
“And
you’ll lick his ass?”
Shelma
swallowed again.
“Yes…”
“Inside?”
Shelma
held back her retches…
“Yes…”
“And
you’ll eat his shit?”
The
girl started to cry, she had tried very hard to keep calm, to make it seem like
nothing bothered her, that she was ready for anything… But the image of those
fat infected buttocks being kissed and licked by little Azucena was more than
she could stand…
“Well,
will you eat his shit or not?”
“Yes…”
“Say
it!”
“I’ll
ea… eat his Shit.”
“Say:
I Shelma Binoux, a filthy white whore will eat the shit of my Master, the
respectable black man I belong to, Mr Mad Satan…”
They
were the hardest words she had ever spoken in her life.
It was her final surrender… She could sink no lower.
“Are
you hungry?”
Shelma
began to tremble…
“No.
She replied.
“It
makes no difference. I’ll tell
you what you are going to do… You’re going to drink that filth that you are
in. Then you’ll really know what you are in for.
After all there is some of your master’s shit in there…
Shelma
burst into tears. What had she done
to deserve this?
Her
head was swimming, if she didn’t obey, the pig would leave and if she did she
would die of horror.
“Please
I can’t…” She mumbled between sobs.
“Okay,
replied Killer, “I’ll give you another week to think about it…”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The
girl’s screams followed Killer out of the bay.
She begged him to come back, she promised to obey, she promised she would
swallow all the filth in the cesspool, that she would be obedient… But that
please would he come back.
That
night, after savoring Azucena’s tight ass, Killer went back for Shelma.
It was the first time that he had gone near and she had smiled.
Yes… Something was changing in the slave-girl…
“Are
you going to obey?” He asked.
Shelma
nodded.
“Yes
Master…”
It
was also the first time she had called him that…
Humiliated,
with her eyes full of tears, she sank her chin into the filthy stew and sipped
at it…
Hopefully,
she raised her eyes like a beaten dog, seeking a sign on Killer’s face.
“More
Was the reply.
The
girl swallowed, she coughed, she vomited, but she sank her chin again…
“That’s
enough for now,” said Killer finally. “I
advise you, that in the extra week you are going to spend here, you get used to
the taste…”
“But
You said…” The girl protested losing hope…
“Yes
but you only obey in the moment. You
have a many things to learn and blind obedience is the first of them.”
With
a slam of the door the overseer left the compartment and returned to his rooms.
There, Azucena the teenager caught in the ruins of Madrid, was waiting
for him on her knees in the centre of the bed, bent at the waist with her face
pressed to the mattress and holding her buttocks open with both hands…
As
he had ordered her when he left.
They are sick, perverted psychopaths,
and they have the power…
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