by Pat Powers
"A few days later I hear the cops are looking hard for somebody who looks exactly like the Man, and for somebody who don't look at all like me. So I knew you'd helped me give 'em the slip. So I'm feeling pretty good. Then about two weeks ago I'm sitting in a bar and this guy comes along and sits next to me. And this guy is legendary -- he has done some very heavy hits. He is NOT a guy who you wanna mess with in any way, from everything I've heard.
"He says to me, 'I been asked to talk with you by a client. He has an assignment for you. Thinks you'll wanna take it."
"'I'm always up for bizness,' I told him."
"Good," said the Legendary Guy. "Here's the deal. My client wants you to hit this man." And he tossed a picture of the Man on the table.
"I wouldn't mind hitting him at all, actually," I told him. I owe him."
"That's good," said the Legendary Guy, "because the fee for killing him will be this -- you get to keep breathing."
"Oh?" said the Agent. Even the Legendary Guy didn't scare him enough that he wouldn't respond to a challenge.
"Yeah," said the Legendary Guy regretfully. "I've been hired to give you this job. If you take it and complete it in the next two weeks, everything's fine. If not, the next part of my contract will involve me hitting you. I'm hoping you take the deal -- I don't really want to hit you."
"If you don't really want to hit me, why'd YOU take the contract?" asked the Agent. "Same kinda deal for you?"
"No," said the Legendary Guy. "For me, it's really about the money. I get obscenely huge amounts of money on this job either way. So, I'd rather get the money just for sitting here and talking with you. If you take the job, this would be about the sweetest gig I ever had."
"Hey, I don't want to make trouble for YOU," said the Agent, grinning, "and I really do owe this guy. A LOT of people owe this guy. So I guess I'll be taking the gig."
"Good," said the Legendary Guy, grinning back. "In that case, here's his address and phone number and some pictures of the grounds around his apartment."
"Does your client have any preferences about how the job is done?" asked the Agent.
"He didn't state any," said the Legendary Guy, "but I got a distinct impression that he won't be at all upset if it takes a long time and is extremely painful. But if you wanna just pop him, that'll do."
"So how do I tip you off when I do the job?" said the Agent.
"You don't," said the Legendary Guy. "We'll know. If you see me again, it'll mean we both screwed up -- you'll have screwed the hit on the Man, and I will have screwed the hit on you."
The Agent nodded. He knew what the Legendary Guy meant -- if he had to kill the Agent, then the Agent would never see him, just feel the bullet or whatever.
He came out of his reverie and looked at the Wrangler.
"So I whacked the Man," said the Agent. "It was ridiculously easy -- apparently, the Man had no idea he'd been made. I was waiting one day when he came back to his apartment, tased him, tied him up -- sloppily by your standards, I'm sure -- and beat the living hell out of him, then put a round through his skull. Gotta say, though, he held up pretty good through that beating -- tough guy. Not a smart guy, but a tough guy."
"Payback's a bitch," said the Wrangler, "especially considering the Man probably saved both our lives with his scheme."
"How do ya figure that?" asked the Agent.
"It's obvious the Legendary Guy's client was Willock," said the Wrangler. "I talked with Willock in prison -- his people somehow managed to dig up everything there was to know about me, I mean, they had me cold. He's got big bucks and he's connected and he hates the Man. So he used you to kill the Man. Now, what do you suppose would have happened if the Man hadn't pulled his doublecross and the job went as planned?"
"We all get paid?" asked the Agent.
"Yeah," said the Wrangler. "And meanwhile, Willock hires the Legendary Guy or someone like him to track us all down and kill us. Because we're all the same in that scenario, the gang of bad guys who kidnapped and raped his daughter." (The Wrangler doesn't mention Willock's awareness that he'd saved Christine's life -- he gets enough grief for being soft on kidnapees as it is.)
"That reminds me," said the Agent. "There's something the Man mentioned when I was working him over. How did you figure out he was gonna whack you?"
The Wrangler explained about the telltales and the Man's threat to Christine.
"Yeah, but how'd you figure he meant to kill you?" asked the Agent.
"What would be the point of just killing Christine?" said the Wrangler. "No way she would be providing any clues if she lived. No, killing Christine only made sense if it was part of a package deal with killing me and Frankie -- which meant he'd get our shares. Plus, it would mean he'd fucked us over good, making him more the Man."
"True," said the Agent. "So, how'd you figure the bomb at the condo?"
"When I saw that the laptop had a live webcam hooked up to it, I remembered that Frankie had used the exact same setup to detect whether or not the Man actually was gonna blow us up," said the Wrangler. "It meant the Man must be somewhere else, watching the monitor. And given that he rigged the trailer to be blown up, he probably also had the condo rigged to blow. When he saw us, it wouldn't take him more than a second to figure it was time to finish the job he'd started by blowing us up."
"Exactly right," said the Agent. "I, uh, made some enquiries along those lines when I was working the Man over, and he said he was in the condo building next to the one we were in, watching the webcam as you supposed. He also had one on the marsh so he could watch for the money drop without being seen. His idea was that if the cops or anyone got tipped about the pickup, he'd see them going in to investigate, and he could, if necessary, blow up the condo to give the cops a distraction while he got away. And when he saw us, of course, he figured he'd better kill us before we found him and killed him. He really hated having to spoil his plans like that and let the money go, but he figured if you or I got within shooting distance of him, he had a very good chance of being dead."
"He was right about that," said the Wrangler, "and, speaking of dough, it's a shame you didn't get paid for all that work you did on the Man."
"Well, I kinda did," said the Agent, grinning, "though this is one job I didn't mind doing for free. But I remembered that the Cleaner had a friend in the Philly mob, and I sent him a set of these pics with the notation, "In Memory of Frankie Carlucci." They really liked that. So, I get a call from his buddy a few days later. Word is, my concern for Frankie has been noted and appreciated, and that any time I want to do some business, I will be welcomed by them. And y'know what that means..."
"You have an in," said the Wrangler.
"Yes, I do," said the Agent. "They've already offered me a job that looks pretty damned good ... but I'll need a good crew to start with. I could use someone who knows what he's doing and can be trusted to watch my back. Interested?"
"I'm always interested in biz," said the Wrangler.
Also By Pat Powers: Shameless Outlaws
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Markus the Meaty is the mighty warrior who commands the Shameless Outlaws, and Slinky the Slave Girl is his slave, but it's not the typical relationship. Slinky, the former leader of a band of cougar women, is smarter than Markus and a better fighter, too. In a world where outlaw bands, pirate bands and cougar women battle one another constantly, a slave girl who can defeat enemies by the horde is an excellent thing to have, especially if you are not the smartest warrior on Lothar. In fact, Markus will not sell Slinky for any price, mostly because he knows if he does, she will simply escape and return to him, and not even his semi-magical Carl Talbot Underoos would save him from losing the battle that would ensue. Anyway, that's his EXCUSE for refusing to sell her at any price -- though his battlefield strategies often lead to glorious near-victories (or "defeats" as some call them) Markus may be smarter man than he seems.
Join Markus and Slinky as they struggle to stay together in a
topsy-turvy world where slave girls fight alongside their Masters and Mistresses and even the bravest warrior screams in terror when captured and forced to listen to epic slave girl poetry!
More Fun Reads from Pat Powers!
Also By Pat Powers: Karg
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It's about time someone wrote a fun, sexy science fiction novel about sexy slavegirls on a barbarian planet full of roaring dinosaurs and big, strapping barbaric warriors, and that's exactly what Pat Powers has done in his novel "Karg." Not since John Norman's Gor novels has a writer so skillfully interwoven a science fiction plotline with strong sexual bondage imagery.
"Karg" is the story of Susan Yearby, a gorgeous and brilliant young explorer charged with re-establishing contact with Karg. Her job is part of a program to rediscover human colonies lost during a decades-long exodus through an alien artifact known as "the Pelman point" where for a long time ships could travel to interstellar space, but had no way of knowing where they were going and no way of getting back.
When Yearby is captured by Kargian warriors and made into a sex slave by them, she does not adapt well, coming from the more egalitarian society of Earth. She escapes many times and is recaptured many times, as she searches for her Earth lover Tully, getting plenty of opportunity to learn much about Karg and Kargians, especially what it's like to be a Kargian slavegirl (hint: lots of sex, lots of being bound and gagged, not much in the way of clothing).
Whether it's the primitive sexual bondage rituals of a nameless tribe of swamp dwellers, or the slavegirl bondage catfights staged in the Fighting Pits of Kanorga, or in a slavegirl sex spectacle held by a Kargian army on the eve of battle, Yearby discovers that the life of a Kargian slavegirl is never dull!
Also By Pat Powers:
The Homouth Part 1
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Eileen MacCammon, President of the United State, a strong, morally conservative woman who, on ascending the the Presidency, follows through on her campaign promise to wipe out sexual moral degeneracy in an America beset by economic woes. She imprisons hundreds of thousands of prostitutes, strippers and even erotica writers in her drive to bring moral purity to America. Then she goes a step further and begins imprisoning the clients of prostitutes, the fans of strippers, the viewers of erotica and the readers of erotica, by the millions, often bypassing the Constitutional protections of citizens on very flimsy pretexts.
The tables turn in the next election,when she and her party are swept out of power by a tidal wave of voters who are essentially voting to keep themselves out of jail.
For her crimes as President, MacCammon is given no jail time, but a new kind of sentence: she is stripped of all her Constitutional rights except her right to life. She walks out of the courtroom legally able to be kidnapped and used in any way her kidnappers like, so long as they do not kill her or permanently maim her.
She is soon kidnapped by her enemies, who subject her to quite a few torments, torments of the exact sort often seen in the erotica she has so vigorously suppressed.
But perhaps worst of all, her enemies use nanotechnology to place a homouth on her, transforming her mouth into a vagina. It's a technology widely used by sex workers, but they have the ability to control it, reverting to a normal mouth at will. MacCammon can only revert to a normal mouth by performing acts that she would have described as disgusting and vulgar before she had the homouth on her and found her power of speech reduced to making disgusting slucking sounds.
MacCammon's captors release her, but she soon finds that in her new, rights-free state she is in essence a fugitive slave, and eventually, a slavegirl, sold and resold by people who hate her and want to abuse her, and by those who simply want to use her.
And everyone, she finds, has a use for a former President of the United States who is now a rightless slave and who wears … the Homouth!
Also By Pat Powers:
Doin' Time In The Blue Shadows
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"Doin' Time in the Blue Shadows" is what a Lifetime Women in Prison story should be. It's the story of an innocent, or at least semi-innocent woman who has been imprisoned and used in one of the more degenerate work-release programs ever devised, strictly for financial reasons, of course, the cause of most of the evil things in the world.
Lifetime Channel women in prison movies do a great job of exploiting the emotional vulnerability of women trapped in a prison environment, but lack that raw edge of passion that women in prison exploitation films have. This story is intended as an illustration of how far you can take things if you pay attention to both the lessons that Lifetime movies have to teach, and to the possibilities brought up, however crudely, by exploitation films. We pull no punches here, emotionally or otherwise. It's set in a very near future where the economy has gone south in a big way due to massive unemployment cause by automation and roboticization, driving many formerly middle class people into poverty. Sex work becomes an increasingly common option for these people, causing some to decry rampant immorality as the actual cause of America's problem. An extremely prudish Congress and President are swept into Congress and enact the Morality Laws, sending millions of Americans to jail.
Sally, the protagonist is a former pharmaceutical sales representative who lost her job to automation and wound up stripping and hooking to make ends meet. She got swept up in the Morality Laws net, and wound up in prison, enrolled in a very special work program that is very profitable for prisons, helping recoup the cost of imprisoning so many millions of Americans. How can she cope with a prison sentence where her punishment is reenacting her crime over and over again?
This story is part of the Morality Laws/Basic Income world.
Also By Pat Powers:
A Little Bit of Monica
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AT LAST! A book that RIPS THE LID off HARDCORE COSPLAY and BELLY DANCING at so-called “Cons”!!!!!!!! And describes in DETAIL how much FUN it all is!
When Monica saw the three sexy Slave Leias belly dancing at GamaRamaLamaDingDongCon, her latest obsession was born – she had to learn belly dancing! The women moved so sensuously, so gracefully, entrancing all onlookers, including her, but especially boys. Especially especially cute boys. She could learn belly dancing and do the same!
After six months of belly dancing, Monica was transformed from a girl that boys ordinarily did not give a second glance to, into a hottie that ALL the guys gave first, second and third glances to. She lost weight, her hips and breasts became nicely rounded, and she moved with a sensuous sway that the dance had taught her without her even realizing it.
Now very hot and very good at dancing, Monica set her sights on SciFiFunCon. She had noticed that some girls spent the whole four days of a con dressed in skimpy outfits that left them half naked, hugging cute boys and dancing and having a wonderful time. Monica decides to go as Slavegirl Belinda, a web comic character that some snarkily called “Naked Girl” because of her very skimpy slavegirl attire. Her friend Joanie and her work up a costume and make plans that their parents would be seriously shocked by, if they knew them.
Will Monica be able to keep her parents in the dark about her plans? How will they react when they inevitably find out their daughter has been running around almost naked for four days and hugging on cute guys while being photographed? Will she be the hit of the drum circle dance? Will Monica find a very special cute guy to engage in some hardcore cosplay with? What will happen when she meets the publishers of Slavegirl Belinda comics at the Con? Can she, bursting with sexual energy and love, keep it together for four days?
All we can say is that Monica will probably have a lot of fun. If you want to know the details, you'll have to buy the book.
The Hottitude of Servitude:
Slave Girls In The Movies and On TV
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The Hottitude of Servitude is a filthy, di
sgusting, reprehensible, copiously illustrated and most of all FUN series of essays and reviews about proper portrayal of slavegirls in mainstream (i.e., not pornographic) movies that contain slavegirls as characters. The central concept of the book is as simple as it ought to be: slavegirls are characters who are uniquely sexy, given that whole mildly kinky attraction they have, and should be used by filmmakers to crank up the film's sexiness to whatever level is desired. They are also uniquely useful in this regard, and when properly used, can crank up the hottitude without slowing down the film's pace or detracting from plot or characterization.
The Hottitude of Servitude looks at every kind of slavegirl look from the baggy, shapeless tunics popular for female slavegirls of the Italian sword and sorcery movies known as peplum to the general nakedness of slavegirls in 1980s big-hair-and-bare-breasts sword and sandal movies such as Barbarian Queen and all points in between. While we're at it we'll take plenty of opportunity to snark at the movies that provide the slavegirl imagery, taking time to enjoy such phenomena as the Stupidest Civil Engineering Project in the History of Civilization (from Hercules and the Tyrants of Babylon), the Triangles of Death and the Irregular Polygons of Doom (from Thor and the Amazon Women), The Most Thoroughly Deposed King Ever (from Deathstalker) and many, many other snarkworthy products of such movies.
