DEDICATION
To you, whoever you are, wherever you are.
1 BLACK............................................1
11 CLOSING IN.......................................73
15 EPILOGUE.......................................114
2 The BATH..........................................8
6 LITTLE VIXEN.......................................31
7 THE HELP.........................................40
BREAKTHROUGH......................................26
BURN.............................................15
DAUGHTERS.........................................50
DISTRACTION........................................20
FALLEN............................................84
GOONS............................................67
HURT.............................................59
LOSING...........................................101
MARE.............................................95
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I wish to acknowledge the tremendous positive contribution AI technology has made to our daily lives. It is truly remarkable how much easier it is to proof-read and self-edit a work of fiction such as this.
1 BLACK
The men called me John but to the lesser folks, the women and the poor, I was mostly known as Mr.Black.
I grew up in an orphanage called Twilight Garden, located near a city called Cycross that was built on top of Maryland. I took the name Shawl first, then changed my name in my teens when I started working with the local Maryan traffickers.
To earn their trust, I chose the name from an ancient romantic comedy movie and called myself Black. I presented a persona of subservience, pretending to be a meek yellow crank who knew the country. I made myself indispensable to their operation and made my first million Cryno at 20.
How I did it was worthy of a tale on its own, but needless to say, a lot of blood flowed and none of it was mine. Those Maryan traffickers were long gone now. My friend Cain Yogi had taken over their trade. The name I chose for myself has stuck with me.
Now at 27, I was one of the richest men in Cryna and already semi-retired. Money pretty much made itself from all kinds of investments in business and real estate and I had so much time I dedicated to the pursuit of the one interest I had: women. Young impressionable women, mature lonely women, all kinds of women as long as they got a decent pair of tits and a tight enough hole between their legs.
In a different universe, this confession might be enough ground for incarceration. In a different universe, there would be protests outside of my house and scandal after scandal in the news. The lawsuits would've made me the poorest man on the planet.
I thanked my lucky star every day that this world of mine had not been built by people with any compassion. It was a world built by ghouls on the suffering of womenfolks.
After the Rassenkrieg, a great war that started two centuries ago and only officially ended in recent years, the Racial Echelon was going through great changes in what we now call a "Super Reset".
The world's greatest superpower, the Marinov Empire, went into decline. No, not a decline. A nosedive. How did it begin?
During the twenty-first century, the Maryan people fell for a psych-op called the Hidden Culling.
They believed the other races were secretly plotting to breed them out of existence, to create a world hostile for the pale-skinned, god-chosen people of the world. They banded together and waged war against humanity.
Was the Hidden Culling true?
It sounded like a load of bulls, but now, they had made their worst fear into reality.
Decades of prolonged warfare between the Maryan of Marinov, Crynese of Cryna, the Maoli of North Isle, and Sikis of Silksands quite literally transformed the landscape of the planet into a harsh, unforgiving wasteland. It was only thanks to the advancement in terraform technology, humanity finally began to rebuild the destroyed world, but not in a way that was beneficial to all.
During the war, Maryan and Crynese hated the ebony-skinned, pleasure-loving Maoli above all else. They believed they were lazy hell-spawns sent by a tiny minority of hook-nosed shape-shifters called the Jars to destroy their respective culture.
I thought it had to be a psych-op too, having met quite a few Maoli people in my life, but who knew what my ancestors were thinking? Everyone from back then sounded like a bunch of morons, if you asked me.
The Maryan and Crynese allied and nearly wiped Maoli from existence until the Silkis intervened, thinking that their brown skin meant that they would be next.
The Maryan-Crynese alliance then fought the Silkis for a time, and it was going well for the alliance. The Crynese enjoyed an elevated status in the Maryan colonies. They called us the Model Degenerates. Many of our womenfolks flocked to Maryan cities and married Maryan to get ahead...
Until we betrayed the alliance and stabbed them in the back.
Best decision ever, in my humble opinion.
Imperial Emperor Moxiao Zen may be a traitor to many, but he will always be a hero of mine.
From there on, it was the Maryan versus the world.
For every ten battles they fought, they ended up losing nine.
Their cities were sacked and their women were attacked.
At first, they remain steadfast in their unity.
Then the women, who did not participate in much of the fighting, started flocking to more peaceful parts of the world and lived among the enemies. This infuriated the Maryan leaders.
At the end of the Rassenkreig, the capitol of Marinov, Maryland, disappeared from the map, and the sacred lands of the Maryan people, lands they had amassed throughout a millennium, were all stripped away from them. In their utter despair, their leaders turned to the only thing that could alleviate the shame of defeat and the destruction of their Empire.
Propaganda.
The Maryan men denounced their one God and created a new deity called the Lady of Pain. They blamed their loss on their liberal-leaning traitors and, above all, they blamed the Maryan women for refusing to breed and do their part to save their Empire.
They created the Blind Church, poured all their resource into carrying out psych-ops against their womenfolk, and slaughtered the brave ones who dared to stand up against the bloodthirsty men.
Little by little, they managed to convince half of their population that women were sinful creatures born to suffer while men had existed to discipline them through torture and violence.
Sons were taken to be raised by the Church. Daughters became tools for the father, for barter and personal use.
And a virus called Omoro-B was invented in secret to keep the female sex in abundance, but physically unable to stand up to even the weakest men. And the new Marinov Empire was born anew, becoming a small, isolated nation on the edge of Cryna with the most well-oiled propaganda machine in the history of mankind.
It was so powerful that other nations of the world, large and small, began to adopt some of its ideologies and removed protection for women, subjected them to similar psych-ops, making them believe that their purpose was to serve.
Half the population of Marinov became the entire population of the world. Even the new generation of women believed that they must suffer in order to show their love and respect for men, and that love can only be shown through enduring pain.
The women suffered and passed their suffering onto their daughters in a never-ending cycle of gender oppression.
On the surface, the world was a world of constant racist propaganda where everyone belittled and hated each other.
In reality, it was a world where all races had united under the banner of absolute patriarchy. And it was a peaceful world built by bitter men, sustained by the sufferings of women.
I was fortunate enough to be born a man of this world, and not whatever parallel world where women were worshiped or at least considered men's equal.
Growing up in an orphanage did little to change my view that women were nothing but livestock to be traded and disciplined.
I especially like the ones from Maryland Countryside. So gullible, so stupid. Yet so loyal and docile and above all, hopelessly brainwashed and romantic.
They'd do anything for love and ask nothing in return.
For years, I have broken countless hearts and left behind hundreds of broken women from all backgrounds. Some were foolish enough to think they could change me, the hopeless ones thought they were going to be my first wife. Most of them, however, knew I had many women and still chose to be with me. Every man in our world had a harem of three or four wives. I did not. Wives meant upkeep and I hated wasting money.
One morning my old friend Cain called me out of the blue and told me he had found an amazing country woman for my house cleaning vacancy.
"Her name is Miri. She's married and just turned 34 and she can do all kinds of chores and do them well."
34 and married? I would have hung up on the guy if I didn't trust his taste so much. Cain knew not to fuck with me and would never set me up with anyone unless she was good.
34 was not only too old but even without marriage, chastity at that age was virtually impossible. If a woman hadn't been attacked at 34, either by their father or by someone else, they must have some horrible deformity.
Since Cain had taken care of me, I agreed to see her.
When she walked into my home office with Cain, my jaws dropped. I thought I was staring at an angel.
The woman had flowing silver hair that fell down her back. Her skin was paler than Maryan moon and her blowjob lips were as pink as berries.
Above all, she had a pair of enormous plump breasts that jiggled as she walked.
Although She had them bound tightly to prevent them from wobbling, they were still spilling out of the very modest dress she wore. Her peach-shaped ass too was barely contained by the thick fabric. She didn't want to come across as available and get attacked and bring shame to her eternal man, so she tried to hide her assets. I looked over to Cain and gave him the thumbs up.
"This is my friend Mr.Black, owner of Cryoblanc. Have you heard of Cryoblanc?"
Miri shook her head and lowered her head shyly. "I'm sorry. I'm very ignorant," She said softly, her voice sounded light and almost magnetic. I might have paid to hear her scream.
"It is very nice to meet you, Mr Black."
"It can't be helped. You're a Maryan woman. Cryoblanc is a Crynese company," I told her kindly and she smiled at me, looking relieved. "Your husband okay with you working for a Crynese?"
