Planet of Pain

Planet of Pain
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ISBN:  9781907976148
Author:  B. A. Bradbury
Word Count:  69,691
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He put his hands on her breasts and proceeded to knead them. Jo waited for the inevitable insult, but none was forthcoming. He pinched her nipples, hard enough to make her gasp, and smirked at her obvious discomfort.
   'A little sensitive here, are we?'
   She decided she hated him more than ever. Anger helped strengthen her, pushing out her fear. Then his hand went lower, tracking slowly down over her ribs and belly, and apprehension swamped her once more. His fingers pushed between her legs and he stroked her slit. Her every instinct was to step back, away from that gross parody of a lover’s caress, and it took all her willpower just to stand still and take it. Then his fingertip found her clitoris, and he flicked it rapidly. She moaned, and shivered. Her tormentor leaned forward, his lips close to her ear.
   'You know, lieutenant,' he murmured softly, 'I'm really going to enjoy fucking you.'
 
The future is looking bleak indeed for Lieutenant Jo O'Donnell, trainee pilot in the New Worlds Alliance space fleet. Together with her friend and captain, Bel Franklin, she has fallen prey to the enemy - the hated and feared Solar League - and the two young women know they can expect little mercy at the hands of their cruel captors. Interrogation follows swiftly as sadistic League officers seek information concerning their mission.
 
And worse is yet to come. Transferred to a troop carrier, Jo and Bel find themselves obliged to service officers and enlisted men alike. An abortive escape attempt leads to a public flogging, then incarceration on Paradise, the ironically named League prison planet. As they soon discover to their cost, brutal guards rule here with lash and boot, and degradation and suffering are daily fare.
 
Can Jo and Bel win their freedom, or is death the only release from the dreaded Planet of Pain?
Finally the door hissed open and five men came into the room. It was Jo's first view of the enemy - in the flesh, at least - and it wasn't an encouraging sight. Their black uniforms, unadorned apart from silver rank flashes on the collar, gave the men a grim, forbidding air. No women, of course: the Solar League didn't allow females in combat roles. With Earth's huge population to draw upon they could afford such luxuries. The New Worlds Alliance, unfortunately for Jo and Bel, couldn't.
   Three of the five, Jo saw - a sergeant and two troopers - carried holstered side arms, and it was the sergeant who spoke first.
   'Officer on deck!' he barked. 'On your feet, ladies!'
   Jo looked anxiously across at Bel, who climbed slowly to her feet. Jo followed suit, feeling a little light-headed. As the after-effects of the gas had pretty well worn off now, that could only be due to fear.
   The two unarmed men were officers, and one now approached the cages and looked at each of them in turn.
   'I'm Colonel Hendricks, captain of the League starship Dauntless,' he said. 'And you are?'
   'Isabel Franklin,' Bel said, 'captain; NWA-749-JA-1678.'
   'Name, rank and serial number,' Hendricks said, with a faint smile. 'How very by-the-book, captain.'
   He turned to Jo.
   'Juh... Josephine O'Donnell,' she stammered, 'lieutenant; NWA-862-JF-5388.'
   'Very well,' he said. 'I won't beat about the bush. I need the unlock code for your ship's computer, and I need full details of your mission. Please believe me when I say things will go a great deal easier with you if you give me this information now.'
   'We have nothing to add, colonel,' Bel said.
   'And I have my orders. Cooperate or face the consequences.'
   Bel remained stubbornly silent. Hendricks looked from one to the other, and then nodded gravely. 'Major Tucker.'
   The second officer took a step forward. 'Sir?'
   'You know what to do.'
   'Yes, sir.'
   The colonel turned and went out, clearly not a happy man. Tucker came closer and regarded the two young women with a scornful, mocking gaze.
   'Sergeant Clemens,' he said, 'unlock the cells. These two have been lounging about far too long. Time they took a little... exercise.'
   The sergeant went to the control panel and keyed in a sequence. The cage doors swung open.
   'Out, ladies,' the sergeant said.
   Tucker gave a derisive snort. 'I see no ladies, sergeant, just a pair of Reiver whores.'
   Reivers: the League called them that, Jo knew. Pirates. It was true that League merchantmen had been attacked and robbed in the run-up to the war, but it wasn't all one-sided. Civilian Alliance craft had suffered predation too, at the hands of League privateers. This seemed hardly the time to start arguing over who fired the first shot, however, so Jo followed Bel's example and said not a word as she stepped out of her cell. On legs that felt decidedly weak she stood facing the four men in black, trying not to tremble.
   'Strip them,' Tucker said.
   'Sir.'
   The sergeant nodded to the guards, who closed in on the two women.
   'Back off, Leaguer!' Bel snarled, and the man nearest to her stopped dead in his tracks, glancing at the sergeant uncertainly. Even Jo's guard, who a moment before had been fighting to suppress a grin, hesitated. For several seconds there was silence, then Bel's hands rose and she unzipped her uniform jacket, took it off, and dropped it to the floor. She began to unbutton her shirt, and as she did so her eyes met Jo's; and the message was unmistakable, so with hands that shook and seemed to belong to someone else, Jo began to undress too.
   The bra was bad enough, but she hit a major problem with her panties, her last line of defence, as it were. Try as she might she simply couldn't take them off. She genuinely wanted to; she wished more than anything she could be like Bel, standing there naked and defiant, seemingly oblivious to the men's eyes all over her. But Jo's hands were refusing to obey her, and Major Tucker, it was clear, was rapidly running out of patience.
   'Well?' he snapped. 'Do we get to see it sometime this century, O'Donnell?'
   Jo winced, and tried again. And failed - again. So the guard beside her took matters into his own hands, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties and ripping them off, almost pulling her off her feet in the process.
   'Thank you, trooper,' Tucker said, with a heavy, theatrical sigh.
   'My pleasure, sir.'
   The major now turned his attention to Bel. He proceeded to walk slowly around her, scrutinising her intently as if she were a squaddie on parade and he the inspecting officer. Bel, too, played her unwitting part, standing to attention and staring straight ahead, her face a rigid mask.
   'You've searched them, I take it?' Tucker said.
   'Yes, sir,' the sergeant replied. 'Full body scan soon as we got them aboard. No weapons, no electronics, no suicide pills.'
   Tucker nodded. He stopped behind Bel and lifted her hair, letting it fall through his fingers. Bel's chestnut brown hair, unusually for a pilot, was long. Most of the other women in the squadron wore theirs close-cropped for convenience - fewer hassles with flight helmets and so forth.
  The major moved around in front of her and looked her up and down. He nodded as though impressed, which was hardly surprising. Bel possessed the sort of figure that had men drooling: all spectacular curves and creamy-smooth skin. 'Clasp your hands behind your head,' he said. Bel complied, and the major cupped her breasts, bouncing them in his hands as if judging their weight.
   'What do you think of the tits, sergeant?' he asked.
   'Pretty goddam fine, sir,' came the reply.
   'Lord, no... they're far too big,' Tucker declared. 'She reminds me of a cow ready for milking.'
   One of the troopers laughed. Bel failed to react either to the insult or the groping, but simply stared past the League officer's shoulder at the blank wall.
   'Each to his own, sir,' the sergeant said.
   Major Tucker relinquished Bel's breasts, his hand moving instead to her groin. He caressed her, his middle finger stroking up and down her slit. Jo was sure he would penetrate her, but he refrained. Was there a spark of decency in him after all? Probably not, she thought bitterly. It was more likely he was merely savouring the moment; making Bel wait for the inevitable whilst heightening his own anticipation.
   He kept this up for a couple of minutes, then took hold of her pubic hair and tugged upwards, forcing her up onto her toes. He kept her there, a faint smile on his lips, till her legs began to quiver with the strain of holding the position. Finally he released her, and turned to Jo.
   'Now for Miss Mickleberry.'
  It was a children's storybook: Little Miss Mickleberry, the girl who was afraid of anything and everything. Jo felt a prickle of resentment, and was determined not to let him see just how scared she really was. He completed the circuit of inspection, then ran his fingers through her hair as he had with Bel. The way he did it felt decidedly creepy, as if he had a fixation about it. She hadn't had her hair cut since finishing basic training, and now it was neither one thing nor the other - too long to be called short, and too short to be called long.
   'You like blondes, sergeant?' Tucker asked.
   'Very much, sir. Brunettes and redheads, too.'
   'I prefer blondes,' the major confided. 'Real blondes, that is, which I very much doubt the lieutenant here is.'
   She was, in fact, but didn't feel tempted to enlighten him on the matter. He came around in front of her, and without waiting to be asked she clasped her hands behind her head and stared at him with all the assurance she could muster. He smiled in a superior, knowing fashion, as if to say her charade was fooling nobody, and looked her up and down.
   'Good figure,' he conceded grudgingly. 'Tits still a bit too big for my tastes, but not as bad as Daisy the Cow there.'
   He put his hands on her breasts and proceeded to knead them. Jo waited for the inevitable insult, but none was forthcoming. He pinched her nipples, hard enough to make her gasp, and smirked at her obvious discomfort.
   'A little sensitive here, are we?'
  She decided she hated him more than ever. Anger helped strengthen her, pushing out her fear. Then his hand went lower, tracking slowly down over her ribs and belly, and apprehension swamped her once more. His fingers pushed between her legs and he stroked her slit. Her every instinct was to step back, away from that gross parody of a lover's caress, and it took all her willpower just to stand still and take it. Then his fingertip found her clitoris, and he flicked it rapidly. She moaned, and shivered. Her tormentor leaned forward, his lips close to her ear.
   'You know, lieutenant,' he murmured softly, 'I'm really going to enjoy fucking you.'
   She didn't know what to make of that threat, or promise, or whatever it was supposed to be. He released her and stepped back, smiling broadly now, while Jo just stared at him in confusion.
   'Well now,' he said, addressing them jointly, 'Colonel Hendricks insists I offer you one last chance to change your mind. Give us the information we need, and I swear you won't be harmed. Fail to cooperate and things will get very unpleasant very quickly. I trust I make myself clear?'
   'As crystal,' Bel said.
   'And?'
   'You've heard all you're going to hear.'
   Tucker nodded happily. 'I was rather hoping you'd say that. Sergeant Clemens, take them to the interrogation cell.'
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Sex in Spaacce...(you know how the tune goes)
Friday, 8 January 2010  | 

Set in space, this fantasy futuristic erotic story finds Lieutenant Josephine O'Donnell (Jo) and Captain Isabel Franklin (Bel) trying to escape the Solar League's Annihilator class starship's firing range, knowing that if captured any male prisoners would be carried off to the slave mines and they, as women, would be treated much worse.

Upon doing everything in their power to avoid this happening they are indeed captured and taken to the interrogation cell, but not before Bel was able to erase the ship's memory, preventing any chances of the League unlocking the code for their ship's computer giving away full details of their mission. Although, saying they were only on a routine patrol does nothing to help the position they are trapped in, and when they are put on an unmanned shuttle and donned with tracking collars, there is little they can do than wait to see where they end up. And what could be worse than discovering they have been sent to a troop carrier, Eridani, which holds nine hundred men who havenít seen a woman in seven months? In addition, if they are caught trying to escape they'll be flogged and then shipped off to Paradise, the League prison Planet of Pain.

I don't normally go for futuristic stories, but this one from Chimera Books certainly held my attention from beginning to end. At first the heroine, Jo, sounded a little too wimpy to be a Lieutenant, but as the book progressed her character strengthened making her a great candidate for the pleasure and pain inflicted upon her. Although it is a futuristic story the author, B. A. Bradbury, makes it sound credible, and the dilemmas the heroines face ensure a fun and imaginative read.


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Planet of Pain
Friday, 8 January 2010  | 

At first it appears that this is going to be one of those novels in which the heroine experiences lots of pain and very little pleasure, but thankfully that turns out not to be the case. Planet of Pain pretty much gets the balance right between establishing its sci-fi setting and providing a strong CP element, and the initially weak and fearful Jo becomes stronger and more resourceful as the story progresses.


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