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Saturnalia: An Erotic Science Fiction Novel [MultiFormat]
eBook by Alex Waldegger
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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
eBook Description: Orgies and Riots in a Very Sexy Future on Distant Saturn! Welcome to Free City--a wretched hive of scum and villainy in far orbit around Saturn. Beyond the reach of the Republic of Saturn's law, Free City is the number one party spot for people who want to enjoy pleasures illegal in the Republic--geisha and recreational drugs. Once the pleasure girls were slaves, available to be subjected to any abuse as long as the customer could pay, and the police were more interested in collecting bribes than protecting the innocent. Now Chief of Police Ivan Nelsan and Deputy Chief Lizbat Yanis are doing their best to clean up Free City. Since Ivan's reforms, the geisha are not slaves, technically--but have their lives really improved? Saturn's economy is in downturn, times are hard and the poorest in Free City are facing starvation. The geisha have to submit to ever worse abuse to keep themselves fed, knowing they'll lose their jobs if they refuse. Amid these hardships, the most serious deviants visit Free City, knowing that the desperate girls can't afford to turn down any work no matter what the fiends want to do to them. Follow Ivan and Lizbat as they try to do some good in a society that's slipping ever faster into drug-fuelled madness, desperate inequality, violence and chaos. As Free City teeters on the brink of collapse into total anarchy, Ivan and Lizbat suddenly find themselves fighting for their own careers, perhaps their very lives. They are attacked on all side by corrupt police officers, the vultures of the press and powerful corporations that would profit from seeing them out of the way. Can they survive? For they must act quickly to prevent a Saturnalia of lust and violence.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2008
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Words: 68490
Reading time: 195-273 min.
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CHAPTER I A man came into Keiz's Love Palace and sat at a table. The place was nearly empty, and most of the girls were free. They looked at him and saw his eyes sweep over them. They saw his expression, the cruelty in his eyes. Dazi put a hand on the arm of the girl next to her, Mela, and said in a low voice, 'That one looks like trouble.' "Uh-huh.' It had not escaped Mela's notice. She was younger than most of the girls in the Love Palace, but she had been working long enough to gain that sixth sense for a customer who was going to be bad. She was about to turn her face away from him when she saw him raise his hand and imperiously beckon her to his table. Mela took her elbows off the bar, stood up straight and started to turn toward him. "Careful,' said Dazi, squeezing Mela's arm a little tighter. "Sugar, I'm getting real short of rent and food money.' Mela slipped her arm out of Dazi's grip and started the walk to the customer's table. She walked slowly, rolling her hips, and did her best to pull up the corners of her mouth into a smile. As she got closer and could see his face better, the smile grew harder to maintain. She reached his table, stopped, and said, 'Hi there, sugar.' "Hello, little girl. Come here. Right here.' The man patted a vacant space on the seating beside him. Mela turned to sit down, and he slapped her on the rump as she pushed it back to place it down. 'No, don't sit down. You kneel on there. Facing me.' Suppressing her wish to get away from this man, Mela got onto the seating on her knees. 'Closer. Come on, come closer.' His fingers traveled up and down her thigh as he spoke, up under her tiny skirt. She shuffled forward until her knees touched the side of his leg. "Now how much is it going to cost for you to be daddy's special little girl for me?' His hand slid round to the rear, caressing the line where buttock meets leg. "It's, uh, it's fifty dala.' "Fifty? Come on, be serious. You can't expect me to pay that kind of price.' "I'm worth it.' She tried to smile sweetly, and to keep a sound of pleading out of her voice. 'I'm very good.' "I expect a lot for fifty. You have to be damn good for that.' "I am...' "Call me daddy.' "What?' "You want fifty dala, little girl, you better start calling me daddy.' "Yuh-yeah, okay ... daddy.' "Say "yes daddy".' "Yes daddy.' Mela felt her smile crumbling, and did her best to hitch it up. His gaze bored into her, as if he were looking through her eyes to see something inside her, and his hand still toyed with her behind. "Say "I'm daddy's obedient little girl."' "I--I'm da-daddy's ... obedient little girl.' "Will you do what daddy says?' "Yes--yes daddy.' "Will you do anything daddy says?' "Yes, daddy--anything...' "You better for fifty dala.' His fingers pinched together hard, nipping, Mela's rear, and she squealed. "You can't do that!' she gasped. "You disobedient little bitch! You do as I tell you! And say "daddy" when you speak to me!' He pinched her again. "No! Stop it!' "You fucking filthy little whore! Don't you talk to daddy like that! You want to make some money or not?' "Pl-please daddy--yes daddy--but--not like that--not--' "Listen to me, you fucking bitch! I'm your daddy and you're my little girl, so you have to do what I say. Now you've been a very naughty little girl and you have to be punished for your disobedience. So daddy's going to smack your naughty little bottom very hard. How much is that going to cost me?' "You--you want to hit me? I don't--I don't--' "Call me daddy you bitch! Do you want to make some money or not?' He drew out a wallet and extracted several fifty-dala and hundred-dala transfer tokens, casually scattering them on the table. Mela watched them fall slowly in the low apparent gravity and bounce on the table-top, fighting back the urge to grab as many as she could and then run away. He picked up a fifty and held it up in front of her face. 'You want this?' "Please daddy--yes please, daddy.' "Come on then. Take it.' Mela reached a hand forward to take the token, but the customer pulled it sharply away. 'Not like that!' he raged. 'Not with your hand! Put those hands behind your back!' Mela saw that her hand was shaking. She realized that she was trembling all over. But there was money on the table, plenty of it, and work had been slow lately. Forcing herself to comply, Mela put her hands behind her back. The customer held the token up again. 'Now take it in your mouth.' Mela leant forward toward the money, but as her lips were drawing close to it he pulled it away a little. She leant forward further, but then jumped as he pinched her again. Trying to quiet her agitated breath, she ignored the discomfort and continued to lean forward. But he kept on drawing the token away. "You only get that if you're a good girl. Are you going to be a good girl?' "Yeah, yes daddy.' "But you've been bad.' He dropped the hand holding the money back to the table. 'You have to be punished.' "I--please, daddy, I want to be a good girl--but--but I don't, I don't do that--don't take--' "Not even for a thousand dala?' "A--a thousand!' "Say "daddy"!' "Yuh, yes daddy, sorry, daddy!' "Would you be an obedient little girl for a thousand?' "Yes daddy--please daddy--I'll be very good daddy...' "Daddy's going to have to spank your naughty little bottom very hard. It's going to be very red before the punishment's over.' "Please daddy--please daddy--' "Would you do that for a thousand?' Mela swallowed hard. She had never let a man beat her before. But a thousand was twenty times her normal asking price for a simple fuck, and a lot of the time the customers haggled her down even lower than that. It would mean that her rent and food worries were solved for a while. "Y-yeah, yes, yes daddy. I'll, I'll take a--' "A hard spanking.' "Yes daddy--a, a h-hard--a--' "Tell me you deserve to be punished.' "Uh, I, d-daddy, I--ah!' She yelped as he pinched her, much harder than before. "Say it, you fucking slut!' "Please daddy--please daddy--I deserve, deserve to be, be p-pun, punished, d-daddy.' "And you'll take that for a thousand?' "Y-yes daddy.' "Hard punishment?' "Yes daddy--yes daddy.' "And my cock too. Thrashed hard and then fucked.' "Yes d-daddy.' "But I'm not going to pay a thousand.' "What?' "Daddy!' "Please daddy, sorry daddy! But I mean--uh--' "It's Winter, bitch. You have to drop your prices in Winter.' "D-daddy? What's--what's ... Winter?' "You don't know what Winter is, you fucking stupid slut?' "N-no, sorry daddy--sorry--' "It's a bad time for Saturn's economy. Jupiter's starting to move up to Crossover--getting in between the Belt and Saturn. So the Belt people, they don't trade with Saturn any more. So there's not so much money going around in Saturn, understand? If you want people to buy luxuries they don't need--like your body--you have to drop your prices. Nobody's gonna pay a thousand in Winter. I'll give you three hundred.' "Please--please, daddy--three hundred, it's not, not enough--' "If you won't play, maybe I should go somewhere else. There'll be plenty of other girls who'll do what I want.' "Please daddy--I want to--I want to, want to be a good girl for you, daddy, but--but the boss--she'll say I didn't charge enough--' They haggled, and settled on a price of six hundred dala, for which Mela agreed that daddy could spank her bottom hard until it was really, really red, and then have her. Shaking like a leaf, she led him through a door to a private room. This was Keiz's Love Palace, not some pit in First Wheel. The Love Palace was not so cheap that the girls did it with clients in the bar. "Clothes off!' he shouted. Trying to control her shaking hands, Mela removed what few wisps of covering she wore. They floated gently to the floor in the 3.4 mips of apparent gravity. 'Get on the bed. On your front, with your hands under your belly. Turn your face away from me.' Mela obeyed, and found herself lying on her belly, face turned to the wall, with her knees pressed desperately together in fear and her hands balled into fists underneath her. She felt the bed move as daddy's weight came down on it, kneeling by her side, and his hand started to caress the cleft between her bottom-cheeks. Mela braced herself for the pain that she knew was coming. Daddy's weight shifted again, and then there was a swishing sound, followed by a sharp crack that scorched a blistering line of fire across both of her buttocks. Mela screeched in shock and twisted her head round to see daddy lifting his arm. His hand held a belt, looped into a double thickness. Venting high pitched shrieks in desperate panic, Mela pulled her hands out from under her belly and scrabbled to get off the bed. Daddy grabbed her nearest arm and twisted it hard. "You bitch! You filthy, disobedient little slut! Daddy told you to keep your hands under your belly! Now you have to be punished harder!' He cracked the heavy strap of flexible silicone across her nether regions again, and fresh pain flared in her flesh even more bitter than the first time. "You can't! Not like that! You never said a belt, you never--' "Say "daddy" you disobedient little slut!' He twisted her arm further, and there was a sickening snapping inside it, accompanied by a blinding pain. Mela's screams reached fever pitch. Daddy twisted her broken arm, pushing her down, and then started to rain brutal punishment onto her saddle and her legs with the belt. The door burst open, and Ali the bouncer came in with a stunner in his hand. He let out an incoherent monosyllable, not an understandable word but a clear indication that he was pissed off and ready to shoot somebody. Behind him came Keiz herself. Daddy let go of Mela and turned to face the newcomers. 'I paid this fucking bitch six hundred dala to spank her, and now she's trying to go back on the deal!' "My arm--my arm-' gasped Mela in pain. "You broke her fucking arm!' shouted Ali. Daddy looked at Mela, then shrugged. 'All I did was keep hold of her. I didn't know she was so fragile, did I?' Ali waved the stunner at him. 'Okay, okay, so I damaged some of your merchandise. I can pay for it, okay? Look, I paid this whore six hundred. Now how much is it to cover the damage?' He reached into a pocket and drew out several two-hundred-dala tokens. 'Same again for the damage? Another six hundred?' "A thousand,' said Keiz. "Okay.' The customer dropped five tokens into the other hand, and put the rest back in his pocket. 'But I still get what I paid for, right?' "What?' Keiz asked. "I paid to thrash this little bitch's ass red. And then fuck her in it. So I still get that, right?' Keiz stared at him for a long time, expression unreadable. Then, finally, she said, 'Okay.' "No!' screamed Mela, unable to believe what she was hearing. 'My arm! It's broken--' "Quiet!' shouted daddy. He handed the money to Ali and then turned to grab Mela. He wrestled her down onto the bed, pinning her there, her broken arm in agony. But her slight body could not match his strength. In an apparent gravity of 3.4 mips, his weight was still enough to hold her down. She pleaded for Keiz and Ali to save her, but her words changed to shrieks of desperate misery as daddy mercilessly strafed her seat and thighs with the belt in his hand. The futile twistings of her body served only to increase the pain in her broken arm, and her face was soaking with tears of agony and despair before it was over. But it was not over: still pinning her down with her belly on the bed, daddy took out his rod climbed on top of her. Only when he had plunged it into her anus and used her hard did he finally let her go, walking out of the room with a cruel laugh to leave her in a battered and weeping heap on the bed.
* * * *A soft chime sounded in Ivan Nelsan's office, telling him that someone was at the door. He looked at the panel and saw that it was his second in command, Deputy Chief Lizbat Yanis. He sat up in his chair, stretching to dispel his keyboard stiffness, and hit the accept button. The door opened and Lizbat walked in. "Case you won't like, boss,' she said. "That makes a change.' "You can say that again.' "That makes a change,' Ivan repeated. They both grinned. It was a long-running joke between them. Ivan knew it was childish, but he had to have some kind of relief. 'So..."' "Girl at Keiz's Love Palace got her arm broken. By a customer. The girl came in with this broken arm, made a complaint--Mela Vit, that's her name, Mela Vit, she wanted to press charges. But Keiz doesn't. Bad for business. So now she's trying to shut Mela up.' "A broken arm?' asked Ivan. 'One of her girls got a broken arm, and the owner of the establishment wants to let it go? The Love Palace is on the Second Wheel, isn't it?' "Yeah. That kind of thing happens down on First Wheel, but there--Second Wheel--' "We expect a little more decorum on Second Wheel--damn it! We shouldn't be putting up with this kind of thing anywhere, even First Wheel!' Ivan paused, then sighed deeply. 'Why isn't the owner--her name's Keiz Elda, isn't it?' "Yeah.' "Why isn't Elda screaming for blood because one her girls got damaged?' "The guy--the customer, he's saying he just took what he paid for.' "He paid to break a girl's arm? And Elda agreed to that?' "No ... guy says he wanted to beat the girl. She agreed a price, six hundred dala. She said yes to the beating. Then when he started hitting her he held her down, and her arm just broke.' "What? He was just holding her and her arm--oh. Right. This girl ... Vit?' "Vit.' "She's from Free City? A starve-baby?' "Well ... not a real starve-baby. Not deformed or retarded. But you know, the usual Free City type.' "Thin, brittle bones.' "Yeah.' "The question remains: why isn't Elda screaming for blood?' "Winter's coming on, boss. Everywhere's losing business. If Mela Vit can't work, well ... that's one less girl on the payroll. It's two years until Crossover comes and all those nice wealthy Jovian gentlemen turn up, looking for a good time.' "So Vit gets her arm broken, and ends up out of a job in Winter?' Ivan ejected a fierce, angry snort. 'He broke her arm. We prosecute.' "Vit might not cooperate with that.' "What?' "Keiz is putting pressure on her. She doesn't want bad publicity, especially now with the number of tourists falling off. If Mela Vit presses charges, she'll be out of a job. And not just out of a job at the Love Palace. Keiz will put the word around that she's a troublemaker.' Ivan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. At times like this he wondered how much longer he could go on being Free City's Chief of Police. "Bad, huh?' asked Lizbat, when he had opened his eyes again. "Yes.' "So..."' "Tox work on the suspect?' "He was on Party Animal, but he's AMIT-R. Shit shouldn't have made him violent, but--well--could have made him...' "Overly eager.' Lizbat nodded silently. Ivan went on, 'Well ... it's one more case to add to my list of reasons why these drugs should be controlled.' "You really think you'll ever persuade the Hef about that?' "The Hef doesn't care about anything but making money. I need to persuade people in the Republic. To the point where they're ready to send in the warships unless the Hef really clears this place up.' "So--this case?' "Ask the victim if she wants to press charges. If she doesn't, then release the suspect. I'll ... I'll do what I can. Oh--and--has she received medical treatment?' "Yeah. From the Petrushin Foundation. Splint and painkillers.' "That's all?' "The Petrushin's strapped for funds, boss.' Ivan sighed wearily and nodded. When Lizbat was gone, he opened the file on the case of Mela Vit. The suspect's name was Ko Bafamyu, a tourist from the Republic of Saturn. He had arrived a few days before, July the twenty-third. Ivan opened Bafamyu's documentation. His address was in Jurusan Heights, one of the better parts of Titan, not far from where Ivan had grown up, and his profession was listed as chemical engineer. Under the crime information exchange agreement between the Republic of Saturn and Free City, if anyone boarded a flight from the Republic to Free City had a criminal record, the Republic had to transmit the information to the Free City police. He checked, and found that no criminal record had been sent. This was Bafamyu's third visit to Free City, and he had never been accused or convicted of a crime here before. To Ivan, it was a pattern that spelt out the word 'pervert' in giant letters. Worse than that, he was a careful pervert--a patient, cautious planner. The man was obviously in a decent income bracket, though not one of the super-rich. When he could afford it he took a vacation in Free City to enjoy pleasures that were illegal in the Republic. And now Saturn was falling into the slowest part of its twenty-year economic cycle, the Winter before Crossover. The number of sex tourists from the Republic had dropped and trade was slow in Free City's geisha-houses. Whores and pimps starved of trade would agree to things they would never accept during boom times. Bafamyu had carefully chosen that moment to visit Free City, to come and hurt girls when they were at their most desperate for money. Ivan wanted to hunt the man down and beat him to a bloody pulp. He couldn't do that, but there were some steps that could be taken. He sent copies of the case notes to the office of the Republic of Saturn's Minister of Justice. When Ivan left work that evening, before going home, he took a detour to a public comms booth that he knew to be out of the view of any security cameras. Inside he typed a message to Feizo Rabza, a senior editor at Saturn-Wide News, a network in the Republic that was firmly in the Populist political camp. It began: This is an anonymous message from Free City. Today a man went to a brothel to beat a geisha, and ended up breaking her arm. His name is Ko Bafamyu. His address is... * * * *The next morning Ivan watched the Saturn-Wide Morning News. The item for which he had been hoping was there, though buried deeper than he would have liked. "A tourist from the Republic of Saturn was arrested yesterday after breaking the arm of a geisha in Free City, but was later released without charge by Free City police. The man, from Jurusan Heights on Titan, apparently went to a geisha-house with the express intent of beating a woman. During the beating the woman's arm was broken. Like many natives of Free City, the victim had weak bones due to childhood mineral deficiencies. A source inside the Free City police has revealed that the man had taken a drug cocktail known as Party Animal, legal in Free City. Party Animal is a mixture of morazamin or Easy Love, which increases the user's sexual urges, and peptitarizad or Boost, which raises stamina. "Free City police wanted to charge the man with assault, but it is alleged that the victim was pressured into dropping the accusation with threats that she would lose her job and be blacklisted. The Minister for Justice, Selma Goriu, described the incident as "yet another example of the disgraceful catalogue of abuses" in Free City.' The picture changed to show Selma Goriu. 'Four years ago President Santi demanded that Free City put a stop to the abuse of vulnerable people or suffer the consequences. Mr Temzi, the dictator or "Hef" of the city, agreed to appoint Ivan Nelsan to draft a set of laws and oversee their implementation. But Mr Temzi has consistently obstructed all of Mr Nelsan's efforts, only allowing token superficial changes to lull the people of Saturn into believing that there has been an improvement. "If something like this happened in the Republic, there would be public outcry. The people would demand that this man be punished. Can we allow our citizens to get away with the same crimes against helpless victims just by flying a few million kilometers out to Free City? No, we must not tolerate this in a nation so close to our own. If Free City cannot bring this man to justice with its current legal system, then its system must be changed. And it is our moral duty to see that these changes come into effect by applying as much pressure as is needed to Mr Temzi.' It was not the exposure which Ivan had wanted. If Bafamyu was not going to be charged in Free City, it would have been something to have him named, exposed as the pervert he was, to face the social consequences when he went home. But of course, a news network would never expose itself to a libel claim like that. At least it was known to the Republic's voters now, one more fact that would help to persuade them that the Republic needed to do more to rein in Free City. Bafamyu bothered him. All the sex tourists who came to Free City for pleasures that were illegal in the Republic bothered him, but Bafamyu bothered him more than most. How many years had he waited for the onset of Winter, when the downturn in Saturn's economy would be driving the geisha of Free City close to starvation? The cycle of Winter, Crossover and then Second Winter only came once every twenty years. How many years had Bafamyu been dreaming of his exploits here, building his sick fantasies of things he would do to desperate women? He must have carefully studied the economics of it. Perhaps on his earlier visits to Free City he had been disappointed because the girls, with plenty of paying customers wanting them, had refused to take beatings from him. But no--his first visit had been before Ivan had been appointed, when women had been kept as slaves and used against their wills. Then his second visit had taken place during Ivan's time; Bafamyu must have found his evil pleasures less freely available when the girls could legally refuse. So he had returned now, when the number of tourists had dropped, to live out his cruel dreams using hunger as a lever to ensure compliance. And as Winter lengthened on and bit harder, would he return to Free City for another vacation? How much worse would his abuses become then, as poverty bit into Free City still more deeply? Ivan knew that Bafamyu was not going to stop at this. He was here to inflict pain, and he would go on doing so. He might be more careful now after his brush with the police. But he would slip up eventually. After four years as Free City's Chief of Police, Ivan was all too familiar with this type of pervert. The thrill of abusing the helpless was like a drug to them. Bafamyu would go on hurting women, and he would need to do more, to inflict greater pain each time. He was careful, but each time he got away with some new outrage, his confidence would grow. Left alone but kept under covert observation, Bafamyu would eventually reach the point where he did something that was outside even Free City's laws. And then Ivan would have him. Ivan tapped a few keys to activate a cluster of covert micro-monitors, and instructed them to find and follow Bafamyu. As always, the irony of it struck him. In the Republic of Saturn, such police surveillance of an ordinary citizen would be illegal. If the media had ever found out about such a thing happening in the Republic, the Libertarian section of the press would have screamed about violation of the human right to privacy. Ivan had come to Free City to stop human rights being abused, but here he was able to use measures that the voters in the Republic considered too Draconian. That done, Ivan settled down to read the case notes from the last twenty-four hours. It was the usual: drunken fights--troublemakers complaining of assault after being thrown out of brothels--a man who turned violent after taking Easy Love, and turned out to have the AMIT-D gene. It was a typical day in Free City. A Free City woman--she was not a geisha, but worked in an insurance office--accused a tourist of dosing her drink with Easy Love prior to seducing her. Some Petrushin Foundation volunteers, handing out food to the homeless on First Wheel, had been attacked by a gang armed with broken pieces of debris and had had to stun them in self-defense. Petty thefts were up as Winter made legitimate trades like whoring and drug dealing less profitable, and the whores and dealers turned into pickpockets. Ivan paused to consider that. If these people came to Free City to spend their money on drugs and whores, Ivan really thought it a sort of justice if they were robbed and denied those pleasures. Anything that discouraged the perverts from coming here was good. But at the same time, he was supposed to be the guardian of law and order in Free City. And if it was seen that he didn't keep effective order, it would tarnish his own reputation, which in turn would hurt the cause. It would give the Libertarians a weapon to turn against Ivan, against President Santi and the Populist Party.
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