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Aryan Storm (Sylvester Horne)

Aryan Storm by Sylvester Horne


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Aryan Storm is a story akin to something a reader might expect from a Tarantino film, filled with lots of gratuitous violence and casual sex as it follows the exploits of Angelika, Dakota and Mackenzie who, having been violated by a gang of African-Americans, grow to hate coloured people.

Without a qualm they kill for the thrill of it.

Meeting up with an old school friend, he introduces them to a supremacist group, the Aryan Clan, who train them to be storm troopers ready for the hoped-for racist war that will firmly re-establish white rule in the USA.

They take part in raids on an armoury and an armoured car company, but are they able to successfully carry out their ultimate mission?

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 9 / 2010

No. words: 65080

Style: General Erotica, Adult Suspense/Thrillers, General Erotica

Available Formats: Palm  MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  Sony Reader (LRF)  PDF  MS Reader  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


Chapter One

“Kill the fucking bitch!” Angelika screamed, flailing her left hand, managing to momentarily grab a hold on their quarry’s denim jacket, jerking it sufficiently to cause the fleeing girl to falter in her desperate attempt to escape.
“Take that, Snipe Street slut,” Dakota snarled, lashing out with her hickory nunchakus, delivering a blow to the back of the girl’s head, sending her stumbling towards the ground.
“Argh!” the girl squealed. “Please!”
“Grab her!” Angelika instructed, shoving her right hand into the pocket of her denim jerkin, slipping her fingers into the holes of her newly-acquired set of brass knuckles.
“Shithead cunt!” Mackenzie yelled, stamping her boot against the back of the girl’s hand, it still holding the broken Coke bottle which she had used to try and defend herself.
“Argh!” she yelped, shards of glass penetrating her palm.
Dakota swiftly looped the nunchakus about the girl’s neck, pulling the enjoining chain hard against the throat, pressing the two handles together as strongly as she could, doing her best to choke their victim.
Mackenzie reached down and gripped the wrist of the bleeding hand, wrenching it behind the girl’s back. At the same time, her left hand grasped a hank of hair and assisted in jerking the head upwards.
“Hold the fucker!” Angelika shouted, adrenaline pulsing, she glaring down into the terrified eyes.
“Pleas—” the girl was begging, her words cut short when Angelika thumped her knuckleduster into the frightened face.
“Argh! Please! O—”
Angelika kicked her in the stomach whilst landing another punch, this time to the left eye. “Thud!”
She saw Mackenzie’s right hand release the prey’s wrist before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the box-cutter. “Yes! Yes! Cut her! Cut the slut!” Angelika bellowed, increasingly elated.
Mackenzie did not hesitate, slicing the blade three times across the side of the upturned face.
“Aaarrrggghhh! Please!” the girl howled. “Mamma help me! I don’t wanna die—”
“Too late for that! You fucking sold us out to the Snipe Street Posse! So you’re gonna pay. You shitty Snipe Street sluts have gotta learn not to tangle with us Valley girls!” Angelika shouted, landing another punch to the head, kicking her in the belly.
Dakota released the chokehold and smacked the nunchakus against the back of the offending head before she and Mackenzie shoved the girl to land face down on the sidewalk.
Scenting blood, Angelika punted the toecap of her right boot into the side of the head, feeling a climactic gush down in her vaginal area. Her two friends joined her in raining kicks to every part of the foetal-form creature.
“Aaaaaaaaa,” the girl whimpered, all three of them proceeding to concentrate on stomping on her skull.
“Let’s split!” Angelika ordered, convinced they had done enough, starting to feel lightheaded from the excitement.
“Yeah! Let’s go! That was fun!” Dakota responded.
“It sure was one hell of a buzz!” Mackenzie commented.
The three of them ran off down the alleyway, heading for 111th Street, laughing and giggling, congratulating each other on what they hoped would prove to be their first thrill kill.


Deliciously and hideously evil but it needed more and more graphic sex. 4 out of 5

Author Information

Over fifty years or so I have daydreamed my life away making up stories as I went about the chores of daily life. They were sexually oriented fantasies. I try to be realistic - write how the world is or was - not hide behind the veneer of political correctness.

I hope readers get some enjoyment from my efforts.


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