de Sade Assassins

By Made in DNA

Ana is a cold, hard bitch. And Flower knows that. But she loves her still. This is the reason she sets off through a ravaged world of ghouls, vampires, mutants and crazed AIs to hunt her down and kill the whoring traitor.

Sextreme hyperviolence in the post-apocalyptic world of assassins.

Sexpunk, a portmanteaux of ‘sex’ and ‘cyberpunk’.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Made in DNA
• Release date: Aug 7, 2009
• ISBN: 9781458065100

Made in DNA

Fiction-grinding American immigrant barreling along ever-forking alternate reality tangents of an abandoned Japanese utopia. For entertainment purposes only.

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de Sade Assassins

Made in DNA

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Ana was a cold, hard bitch.

With a scar that danced its way up from her pouty lips to her deep-set, azure eyes, she had long, ratty black hair, and genocide-thin curves.

Yet despite her comely shortcomings—which Flower personally found rather attractive—the way she slaughtered was poetic. By Uzi, arrow, or a well-placed Herpes Cluster-Bomb, Ana never missed her target. And be the enemy SWAT team or Yakuza zombie, she slaughtered with an enthusiasm rarely seen by the eyes of the living.

And Flower loved her for it. Ana was her girl.

Still, it wasn't all whine and poses dating a half-gynoid bitch from the MoonBase Bronx. Ana could be as cold as the steel she was fond of using. And the way she fucked... utilitarian start to finish—positively zombie-like. Not that Flower had any complaints; zombies were a good fuck if fresh enough.

The assassin nearly back-kicked herself in the head—this was no time to let personal feelings Vaseline the job at hand. Clear thoughts. Clear thoughts. Still, a tattered remnant of doubt lingered in her mind. Ana was all business. For her to go rogue, well, it just didn't fit her profile. Then again, profiles were for the dead.

It had occurred to Flower though, that perhaps Ana had contracted Hemo-mania during a raid on the Triad warehouses near Jersey Shore last year. It would explain a lot, and yet, there