This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Period
Here Comes The Juggernaut
By
Mara Maharakshasa <MaraMahaRakshasa@aol.com>
In the later years of the Hindu Ascendancy (2035-2150 CE), several of the orbital colonies developed quite independent cultures ... Lagrangian HOS-4 (known as Kali's Star) developed a Dionysian type of society, notorious for its sexual perversity, casual violence and decadent aristocracy... -- Encyclopedia Indica, 2330 CE
Astara felt relief at being freed from the cage. Like other pleasure slaves of Kali's Star, she was required to regular exhibit herself at the central hub in skimpy underwear, but she's never grown comfortable with the gawking crowds of teenagers who'd hang around, teasing the unlucky girls and boys on display.
But another of the interminable festivals was impending. This one, Deepawali, commemorated the end of the monsoon. Irrelevent in space, it now marked the annual return of the ion drive Juggernaut from the outer system, braking a million-ton iceberg lasered from Europa's ocean, to feed the hydroponic timber farms on the orbital colony's sunside. And, in Kalistarian style, a slave would be chosen by popular vote as the star participant.
Like so many other Bedouin girls, she'd been captured during guerilla suppression in the western frontier province of Morocco. Selected for 'entertainment services', like other attractive specimens, she'd been traded to Kalistarian merchants a few months ago.
"Don't worry about it," Iranian dancer Leila reassured her back in the cells, as she pulled on her robe, still seeing the lustful eyes of the crowd in her mind. "They always pick English girls from the brothel, not us performers."
A week later, the guards summoned Astara. The commandant looked at her with faint disdain, and said: "I had marked you down as bound for the whorehouse, but it seems you are to get off more easily.
Congratulations, you are going to be the sacrificial virgin for the Juggernaut Festival."
Astara's senses reeled, and she fainted in a heap on the floor.
She was grateful that Leila had shared her flask of bootleg liquor.
Now, she felt numb, and less likely to burst into hysterics. It can't be worse than the cage, she told herself, unconvincingly. It can't hurt that much. Tara had been out of the hospital within days last year, she'd heard.
She was led slowly through the hub, her female attendants pushing back the laughing, chanting crowds. Hands tugged at her orange robe, and she tried to ignore the obscenities and demeaning comments screeched at her. The air was thick with ganja smoke, and the crowd seemed demonically possessed.
Arriving at the towering statue of Kali, she was lifted to the tall platform at its base. She was quickly stripped of the robe, then her underclothes, to stand naked, her face crimson. Tables throbbed, shrill, brassy music blared.
Spreadeagled in a wooden framework, standing immobile, she heard the crowd chanting, eager for the women to begin spanking and flogging her. One stroked her vulva, shouting in her ear: "Remember! We'll beat you until orgasm. However long it takes. So give it to us, bitch! Come for the goddess!"
The End
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Reviews
Frank <sswitcher(at)yahoo(dot)com>
A complex and far-reaching story set in an entirely plausible and not-too-distant future. The author is obviously familiar with the work of the late Gerard O'Neill and the Space Studies Institute. We have a culture noted for sexual perversity and inspired by the violent but intensely sexual figure of the godess Kali. Although I'm not religious myself, I think I might find my place there :) And then there is the question of whether one actually can be whipped to orgasm, even if one is unconsenting and/or not highly orgasmic. Let's just say that I find it easy to suspend disbelief on that point for the sake of a very hot story.
Sarah Nada <circler73(at)hotmail(dot)com>
"Here Comes the Juggernaut" combines science fiction and kink elements, and takes place in an alternate future I'd be interested in hearing more about. Some of the details are really excellent.
I think that as a whole, the story is too involved to play out in 500 words. But I definitely enjoyed reading it.
Mary Catherine <marycatherine(at)saintfrancis-sfg(dot)net>
Nice use of dialogue and an interesting twist on the theme of the sacrificial virgin. It seemed as if the setting for this particular story tended to wander around a bit and change from paragraph to paragraph, which made it a bit confusing for me.
Kate <ecattiva(at)aol(dot)com>
I couldn't really get involved in this story, and hence can't think of much to say about it. I think that perhaps it was a bit choppy, perhaps it was difficult to string together in only 500 words.