Comrade Karl Rossa

This story begins on the island of Tanasul, a relatively small province on the outskirts of the Veertor Empire. Most of the inhabitants are hurled up in the island's only city, Kobylapolis. There were some smaller towns and farming villages, but also uninhabited forest and mountain regions.

The province is ruled with an iron fist by Duke Ivan Kobyla, the current head of the Kobyla dynasty. The corrupt Kobylas have controlled the island and its people since the dawn of time and the family is closely tied to the mighty Veertors to whom they pay their allegiance.

And the people of Tansaul suffer greatly under their cruel oppression.

The island is rich with natural resources and fertile soils and Kobylapolis echoes with the hammer-blows and squeaking cogweels from many manufacturies. But all the wealth and profit is either shipped off as tribute to the mainland or goes into the the coffers of the Kobylas and a few other rich families.

The living and working conditions are horrible and even the smallest signs of resistance is met with severe persecution from the army and the feared secret police.

And worst of all, every year, hundreds of beautiful young women from the poor class are "hired as maids" ? an euphemism for being **** into service of the ruling class as pleasure slaves.

But all that is about to change. Ten years ago, a small band of **** rebels stumbled upon an old crash site in the mountains. Among the wreckage they found a miraculously undharmed book containing a long forgotten prophecy.

The words of the prophecy were once powerful, some even said very dangerous. This prophecy once changed the course of history, and it looks like it might do it again...

"COMRADES! A VERY LONG TIME AGO, LONG BEFORE THE EXODUS, FAR AWAY ON ANOTHER WORLD, THERE LIVED TWO GREAT MEN ..."

The young woman with the booming but oh so beautiful voice was none other than the infamous Comrade Tanya, commander of "the Manifestas". Standing on a rickety platform in the middle of the packed square, she paused a moment for effect.

They young farmhand Karl Rossa, and the rest of the crowd flocked around closer.

Behind Comrade Tanya stood a handful of other Manifestas holding up bright red banners.

Karl's heart was beating violently as he looked around mass of serfs like himself. It was a fantastic sight! People had really come in full numbers to the rally ? even though it was it was very dangerous.

Comrade Tanya continued. "AND THESE TWO MEN WROTE A GREAT PROPHECY ..."

He looked up wide-eyed at Comrade Tanya. The sketches on all those wanted-posters didn't make her beauty justice.

The exquisitely chiselled features of her face and her full lips formed a stern expression and her large brown eyes burned with passion. Her free flowing raven black hair was crowned by a her trade-mark black beret with a small red star in the front.

Karl glanced down her body. He felt a bit ashamed, but he just couldn't help staring. Her black leather tunic failed to hide her strong, but yet so womanly body. Her legs looked stunning in those knee high black leather boots and fatigue shorts and the leather belt that held two flintlock pistols and a dagger accentuated the roundness of her hips.

And a worn fatigue blouse, with the upper half of the buttons gone strained tightly around her high and huge bosom. Her ample chest heaved as she took another deep breath.

"THEIR NAMES WERE KARL MARX AND FRIEDRICH ENGELS, AND THEY CALLED THE PROPHECY THE COMMUNIST MANIFEST!"

The rebel leader held a small red book in her gloved hand and raised it in the air, sending a roaring cheer through the crowd.

Karl didn't know if it was the revolutionary excitement, or the voluptious revolutionary. But by now, he had a massive erection.