Silvio Spotti is hard at work on
Sword of Justice Volume #2 for Top Secret Press. In the mean time here is another pin up by him. A little piece of erotica that he told me to post. Not for the puritans,really. And also I will paste in here the prologue to "The Vessel" that is a short story. read all of it on WATTPAD:
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Clara
Prologue
His face frowned in an instant, his bloody fingers rolled tight to a fist and he banged his hands against the table with all his might. Erick Mantle was awake, he couldn't believe that he was going to be arrested to his quarters; after all he was only doing a great service to society, when he killed the entire German crew that had arrived at the international space station last week. At least, his deranged mind was telling him that and there was no one on the rig, in this life or in the next, able to persuade him that he had committed the most heinous crime; an act of terror.
"Possessed all of 'em...Possessed, you hear me?"
Mantle couldn't tell anymore if that blood on the table was his blood or not; as a matter of fact most of his blood had quickly rushed to his head; he couldn't think clearly. The man was completely mad. Only that could explain him going into an rampant of extreme violence; something completely against his nature. Erick was very tall but not muscular, a slender man in his brown hair and goatee, he could be described as a geek, a brainiac or as the most peaceful creature on earth. known as the "frightened rabbit" of the crew, some would call him wimp; but not to his face. The stereotype of a coward others could argue and agree in the end. Not the most likable person so to speak, his competence and intelligence made him the best choice to lead the genetic engineering studies aboard the station.
" I don't regret it, you know." Mantle banged his finger against the intercom button, trying to talk to anybody that would listen to his high pitched castrato voice.
"Allison! Listen to me you damn trollop!" He looked around for a napkin or a towel, all that blood in his hands was only making him more angry.
" Shut up Erick! You've lost your mind. If I ever had any idea that you were a psycho, I would never have invited you to join this crew." The cold soft voice replied to Erick as the intercom bleeped back to it's silence. All this situation didn't make any sense. How could Erick commit this act of violence? He had passed all the behavior tests. His records were all scrutinized for any pattern of violence or misconduct ; Erick was completely clean. Maybe this was her mistake after all. Allison Whitechapel couldn't help but think. In twenty five years commanding the station she never had committed a major fuck up like this. Not ever! This was historical; the first crime in the crossing from the moon to earth. She wondered if she would be able to keep her post after that.
" I think I dislocated my shoulder when I hit him in the face." Allison released the intercom button to gently massage her left shoulder. It took seven strong officers to contain Erick and one punch in his chin to put him to sleep. Commander Allison had experience with bullies like that and that was not the first chin she had battered to silence.
" Put him to sleep, will you?" She smiled.
" I can still hear you!!!" I-can-still-hear-you!!! Shouting to the intercom seemed the only thing that could calm the throbbing in his head and the sound of his voice maybe could put the screeching noises in his ears to rest. Erick banged his hands against the table one last time, his loud voice seemed to fade away slowly when Mia pushed a button releasing the sleeping gas in Erick's quarters.
"He will give us some rest for 12 hours." Mia smiled back at Allison. Allison walked slowly to the sick bay, the pain on her shoulder indicating that in fact she needed assistance, yet a thought was prickling in the back of her head, it was annoying like a long fingernail scratching a chalkboard.
" Maybe you should report to the sick bay, sir." Lieutenant Mia kindly touched Allison in her wounded shoulder. They both arched their lips in a discreet smile, looking at each other. Though the intercom system Erick could be heard panting, grunting like mad.
" I can still hear you ! I can still hear both of you. filthy lesbians!" Commander Allison raised from the command chair with her lips still arched in a smile. Her hand touched Lieutenant Mia's face, with her thumb making a caress to her cheeks. Mia blushed, her face went pink, her eyes closed for one second to better feel the warm touch. It was uncommon for Allison to show such a public depiction of affection, anyway this day had been very unconventional after all. Allison spun on her heels heading to the sick bay but not without giving a last order.
How could he hear them with the intercom off?
