The third in the “Repression” series by John Savage.
Dawn, who had already suffered greatly and risked all in rebellion against the evil nuns, was once more a prisoner. She was having electrical prods shoved in very sensitive places, with even worse acts being promised by wicked, sadistic nuns, a group who really knew how to deliver unendurable pain and did so enjoy their work.
The resistance movement now had knowledge of a weapon that could mean the downfall of the hated One World government and the return of the Church to an organization of hope and love in place of the perversion it had become.
The mission: to rescue Dawn and to save the world.
Simple?
EXTRACT
A suddenly shock and bright light intruded upon the darkness, dragging Dawn back from the
blessed relief of unconsciousness into the real world of pain and suffering. With a moan
she opened her eyes but could not see anything beyond a bright white haze.
A second shock jolted her head and evoked a cry of pain as a nun’s hand slapped her hard
on the face. “Wake up, bitch! You’ve slept long enough.”
Dawn was groggy as her mind began to form thoughts once again. Along with the ability to
think came the memories; memories of hours of unendurable pain that left her body
exhausted and burning all over. Dawn’s eyes opened expecting to see that evil Mother
Superior and her electrical prod. There was a nun before her but this one was different
and held no prod. A hand slapped her face again, but this time only a mild slap that
stung but did not rock her head back as the others had.
“Come on, bitch, stand up!” came an order after the slap.
Dawn was more awake now, and beginning to become aware of her circumstances. The last
she remembered she was bound to a chair totally unable to move while that Mother Superior
poked her with the electrical prod and asked questions. Dawn vaguely remembered finally
telling all she knew because the prolonged agony was more than any woman could take. She
also remembered that the pain continued even after she had spat out everything she knew
about the resistance. She could feel that her arms were still bound tightly, but she was
not in a chair, rather lying on some kind of metal table. Her legs were being pulled
around by hands and her body rotated until she was in a sitting position. It was then she
noted that her legs were not bound in any way, although her arms were tightly bound behind
her with the elbows together as they normally were, and many ropes binding her arms to her
body. She tried to flex her fingers only to find that she could not unclench her fist.
Something encased her hands and prevented her fingers from moving. She had no idea what
that might be.
“Stand, bitch, or we’ll see if you like the taste of the whip.”
Weakly she slid off the table and almost fell because her legs were too weak to hold her
up. Again those hands held her leaning against the table while strength slowly came back
to her legs. She looked over to see another nun standing there with one hand on her bound
elbows and the other on her hip. This nun was dressed in the usual nun’s uniform of a
black leather catsuit, very tightly hugging her curves, high heeled boots that laced up
the front and went all the way up to just below the knees. The catsuit showed very little
skin but still made the woman look more sexy than if she were totally naked.
“Can she walk yet?” asked the nun who liked to slap and call sinners “bitch.”
The one asking questions was dressed differently. There was the usual black leather but
this time the front had an oval shaped opening that framed her big breasts. There was no
bra, but nuns never wore one anyway. Besides it appeared that the tight leather of the
catsuit provided support enough. The breasts protruded straight out, pointing at Dawn
like twin cannons.
“She’ll be able to in a minute,” the other nun replied. “You can see that she really had
a rough time over at Saint Secundian’s.”
The first nun grunted but said nothing more. Dawn looked to the woman who had shown her
the only kindness any nun ever had. She was a young woman, maybe twenty-three or four.
Her features were vaguely oriental, with just the slightest slant to her eyes and shading
of her smooth skin. Her hair was jet black and done up in the usual ponytail.
Looking back at the first nun, Dawn could see beyond the two huge bare breasts to a face
looking as if the owner had been a prizefighter. The nose was bent a bit one way then the
other as if broken more than once. Her hair was a dirty blonde and her lips unusually
large. The hazel eyes were hard as they glared at her. Having considerable experience
with nuns, Dawn knew this was one who would gladly hurt her, often and for long periods.
She would enjoy every second of it.
Dawn tried standing up. The legs were shaking but held her, along with the help of the
other nun. She took a step forward, then another.
“Good, bring her along. The Boss wants to see her.”
John Savage is one of the important figures in the history of the highly erotic and esoteric field of Bondage and Discipline. He came after the legendary John Willie, and before the period exemplified by the photography of Jay Edwards, et al. Just as Jay was an important link in the progression of bondage techniques leading up to the anything-goes extreme B&D of today, so was John Savage. The bondage he created and photographed represented a step beyond that of John Willie: more complex, tighter, more escape proof.
John began by copying the work of John Willie but was soon adding his own touches. This is typical of the progress in the field. Both Jay Edwards and Dave Annis (probably the best strict bondage photographer today) have stated that they began by copying John Savage’s work, then adding to it.
John began in 1969 with an article written for Barbara Behr of House of Milan. He was soon tying and photographing amateur models, sometimes selling the products freelance, but then working with Tao Productions to create a line of bondage magazines with such titles as “Best of Bondage,” “Taskmaster,” “Bondagemaster,” and the politically incorrect “Teenagers in Bondage.” (None of the models were underage, despite the title.) In the early 80’s he edited, wrote for and photographed a magazine series called “John Savage’s Notebooks.” These long-ago magazines today command a high price, if you can find them.
In addition to magazines, he produced some of the old 8mm “loops,” and later VHS videos, the most famous being “Making Danielle Talk.” He has worked with Barbara Behr, Bob Bishop and F.E. Campbell. It was through his friendship with Frank Campbell that he became involved in the writing of B&D novels. Frank is still most prolific B&D novelist, credited with 100 books written for HOM. As Frank became older and had trouble typing, he began dictating books on audio tapes. John Savage then transcribed those books to computer disk for the publisher. Then came a time when Frank no long wished to write. At that point John began ghost-writing Frank’s novels. In fact, the last ten novels credited to Frank Campbell were actually written by John Savage.
After Frank’s death, John began selling novel under his own name to House of Milan. He also wrote for Sandpiper Press, Olympia Press and Bon-Vue, all being published as paperbacks. For a while he dropped out of the marketplace but then came back when ebooks became popular. He is currently writing B&D novels for Strict Publishing, and occasionally non-B&D books under a different name.
As to the man himself, he was born in 1943, is married and has two grown children. He is a Viet Nam era veteran. His main career has been in computers, ranging from programmer to systems analyst. He still programs computers and enjoys it. His B.S. and M.S. are in computer science, but in addition, he has a PhD in, of all fields, astronomy! This is the reason for the nickname “Doc” Savage being stuck on him (“Doc” Savage was a well-known fictional character from the 30’s). Today he lives in Solana Beach, California, enjoying his hobbies of astronomy, fishing and fast sports cars.
