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SYNOPSIS
Hidden on our moon is a secret prison. It has only a few prisoners, each condemned to a life sentence of pain and torture. A quarter of a million miles away, it is the perfect prison; impossible to escape from, and a place where the sadistic nature of its jailers can be given free rein upon helpless females with no fear of retribution.
It is to this hidden place that Kimberly Hunt is sent. The poor girl is innocent of any wrong doing; her only crime is accidently knowing a secret that must be kept hidden. From the moment she arrives, she is kept in constant restraints and abused. The whip kisses her tender flesh and tight ropes crush her limbs. Her body is used repeatedly. And through it all, there is the constant realization that this will continue for the rest of her life.
EXTRACT
“I did nothing wrong.” Kimberly said each word slowly and with emphasis.
“Oh, I’m sure you think you’re innocent. But the truth is that it doesn’t matter.
You’re here and you’ll stay here.” He reached out and touched her long, shining black
hair gently. She pulled her head away.
“I was never on trial. I was arrested by some security types in plain clothes and then
keep a prisoner. My hands and feet were shackled and a hood was kept over my head. This
is not fair. I’m entitled to a fair trial.”
“Tut, tut, my dear. That’s the story I’ve heard from everyone who has been brought to
me. No trials, no juries, no publicity. You did something that you shouldn’t have. Or
you know something that is dangerous - to someone in power.”
He paused as if leaving an unasked question in the air. Kimberly tensed. Yes, that was
it! Something she knew. And suddenly she knew exactly who had ordered her to
“disappear”. But how much should she say out loud? “Do you know why I’m here?” she
asked.
“No. There is never any paperwork. And, besides, it really doesn’t matter,” he chuckled
again. “You’re here, and here you will stay.” His voice softened a bit, and he made an
attempt at a friendly smile. It failed. “Actually,” he told her, “you’re lucky. In
other times you would simply have been killed and your body dumped in the ocean. Or
something along those lines.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Of course, after a
while here you may wish you have simply been eliminated the old fashioned way.”
“If this place is so escape-proof, why am I tied to this chair?” she asked, eager to
change the subject.
She was still wearing the dull gray prison jumpsuit they had given her when her clothes
had been taken away. And she was sitting in a metal chair, her ankles tied to the front
legs and her hands tied behind the back with the wrists crossed. It felt as if the chair
was bolted to the floor.
“I said this is maximum security. That means that you will always be secured in some
manner. Always.” He sounded as though he was coming now to the more enjoyable part of
his lecture. “You will always wear shackles at the very least. And other restraints at
other times.” He smiled evilly. “There is one other aspect of this facility that I
should make you acquainted with.”
He waddled a step forward and with surprising speed swung his hand at her. The slap was
loud. “Oh….!” She cried out at the unexpected shock.
“This is your first lesson. I have just caused you some pain. If you were not dressed
in that jumpsuit, I would have done something else, but this will serve. Those assigned
to this facility have more to their sentence than mere incarceration. You are to be
punished. On a daily basis. Your stay with us is to be made uncomfortable, not a
vacation. You will be whipped, suspended and other tortures to assure that you are in
pain. Myself and the staff here have free rein in the selection and administration of
your punishments.”
“You can’t be serious!” Kimberly cried. “Our government doesn’t do that!”
He only grinned.
“No! This can’t be right. We don’t torture prisoners. That went out with the Spanish
Inquisition!”
“Welcome to the Lunar Inquisition!” His laugh was both evil and depraved. “You look
like you have a pretty nice body under those clothes. I’m going to enjoy administering
many of your punishments myself.”
There was no mistaking the promise of sexual abuse in his leer. Kimberly jerked at the
ropes holding her but they were tight. She shook her head. This could not be happening!
It had to all be a bad nightmare. But the bite of the ropes and the hard chair under her
spoke of reality.
“You’ll learn about the punishments as they happen. As to the rules of the Pit, they are
simple. One, you obey any order given you by any personnel. Two, you do not attempt to
escape. Three, you do not strike or attempt to harm any of the personnel here. Extra
punishments will be given for failures and insubordination. And very severe punishments
will be given for escape attempts or attempts to harm anyone of the staff. Do you
understand?”
Kimberly shook her head as if to negate the whole horrible scene. This just could not be
happening to her.
Conrad reached out and pulled on the zipper by her neck. The front of the jumpsuit
peeled open down to her waist. He pulled the fabric off one shoulder to expose a breast.
“Very nice,” he muttered. “Very nice, indeed.” Then he took the already rigid nipple in
between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
Kimberly howled. It was a vicious squeeze with the thumbnail digging into her flesh, and
it hurt very much.
“I asked you a question. Do you understand the rules?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried quickly.
“Very good. I’m going to leave you here for a while, but tonight… Ah, tonight! I’ll see
to giving you some private punishment.” There was no mistaking the sadistic leer on his
pudgy features. Kimberly felt sick inside.
For a few seconds, he flicked the sore nipple, delighting in the discomfort it caused the
tied down woman. Then he sighed and left her alone in the cone of light but otherwise
surrounded by darkness.
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.
