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Heavy Metal Pulp: Pleasure Model: Netherworld Book One

Heavy Metal Pulp: Pleasure Model: Netherworld Book One

Автором Christopher Rowley

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Heavy Metal Pulp: Pleasure Model: Netherworld Book One

Автором Christopher Rowley

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204 pages
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Feb 2, 2010
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9781429955379
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Presenting Heavy Metal Pulp, a new line of novels combining noir fiction with fantastic art featuring the themes, story lines, and graphic styles of Heavy Metal magazine.

In Pleasure Model, the first book in the Netherworld trilogy, down-and out police detective Rook gets a big break when he’s assigned to a bizarre and vicious murder case. The clues are colder than the corpse and the case looks like it’ll remain unsolved—until an eyewitness is discovered. But the witness is a Pleasure Model, an illegal gene-grown human. Plesur’s only purpose is to provide satisfaction to her owner—in any way. When the murderer targets Plesur in order to eliminate the one witness, Rook takes her into hiding to protect her. Thus begins a descent into the dark world of exotic pleasure mods and their illicit buyers and manufacturers. Rook frantically looks for clues, struggling to stay one stop ahead of those looking to kill them both. But is Rook falling under Plesur’s spell….?


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Christopher Rowley is a prolific science fiction and fantasy writer, author of Bazil Broketail and Starhammer, which has been cited as an important literary influence in the creation of Halo by Bungie Studios. Rowley wrote Arkham Woods for Seven Seas and the Netherworld trilogy for Tor Books. Rowley lives in Hudson Valley, New York.


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CHAPTER   1

The man was a massive specimen. Heavy shoulders, powerful arms, solid delts and lats. The deeply lined face was hidden in shadows, the head bowed with pain, but it was a strong face, brutal even, or so Mistress Julia thought.

She had finished. One hundred strokes with the single-tail whip, following on eighty with the number three rattan cane. All delivered quite slowly, ten seconds apart, stretching the ordeal out to an hour. Blood ran from several welts on his back and buttocks. His head, shaved to the skin, glistened with sweat.

He dropped to his knees and kissed the feet of the Virgin Mary. The statue stood, smiling serenely in the living room. Blood smeared the polished marble floor as he swayed.

He was mumbling, as he always did. She heard the words, though she scarcely understood them.

Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,

please behold your evil child

all with bloody scourges rent;

For the sins upon his nation

save him from the desolation

that awaits him down in hell.

Mistress Julia kept her distance. Clients usually groveled before she beat them. With her ash blond hair slicked back in a ponytail, she was dressed in her most severe mode, black patent leather bodysuit, high boots with four-inch heels, gloves, and mask. But this client was never actually involved in a sexual scene. Other than kissing her boots and begging for the whip, he asked for nothing that was normally part of her practice. This one just wanted to be punished.

And punished severely.

She had never beaten a man who simply took it the way this one did. Never a murmur, a groan, a cry, a tear, nothing, until she was done and he fell down before the six-foot marble statue and wept as he mumbled his prayers.

She turned on her heel and stalked away. Whatever Mr. Sangacha’s problem was, she had done her part. Another four hundred New Dollars waited in the envelope on the glass table. She picked it up as she headed for the bathroom.

Prostrate before thee, I make this humble act of

reparation

for the outrages which thou hast received from me. . . .

He was still praying, the fervor thick in his throat, as she closed the bathroom door.

Mistress Julia—real name Angela Bricken—normally worked with her clients at her specially equipped basement dungeon in a nice modern house over in Ramapo. However, Sangacha had insisted from the beginning on being visited in his own home. It was not her favorite mode of operation. In the dungeon she had her security set up, with various technologies that could rapidly immobilize a man if he turned violent during a session.

But Sangacha had never given her the slightest trouble. He never deviated from the scene and he always paid in full, on time and without complaint.

The one problem, of course, was the surveillance. Cams were everywhere, and for her own good reasons Angie Bricken didn’t care to be lensed too often in any one place. So she had to take precautions.

She rinsed off the whip and the cane as she got the hot water running, then peeled off her boots and unzipped her suit. Some clients begged for these tasks, and some were rewarded with them, and other things too, but only after they’d paid their dues. Mistress Julia had learned a lot of things about men over the years.

Whip, boots, and suit went into her bag as she stripped down. For a moment she looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Still desirable, she thought, even at fifty. Intensive antioxidant treatments, strict diet, and rigorous exercise were partly responsible. Her extended medical program with monthly checkups and prevention-interventions took care of the rest. Only the most careful examination of her face could reveal that she was anything but a day over thirty.

The shower was good. Sangacha had a real high-tech unit, with jets at three levels that pulsed on a cycle of different frequencies. She enjoyed the hard-driving water, surrendering to the heat, feeling cleaner by the second.

Angie never scheduled anything else on Sangacha days. She realized she was hungry, so she broke out of the Julia construct and pressed a fingertip to her right ear, where her phone chip was lodged.

That organic place, down in Tarrytown. Book me in for lunch.

A massive thud shook the shower.

What the fuck? She turned off the water and pulled back the curtain, which probably saved her life. The next blast was unmistakable—shotgun. A scream followed, and cursing, and then a rapid thud-thud-thud that she knew had to be some kind of automatic weapon equipped with a silencer.

For a moment she stood frozen, terrified and astonished. Then the shotgun went off again and something or somebody slammed into the bathroom door.

That got her moving. She swept her bag off the floor, stuffed it into the dirty towel bin. It fit, just, and she shut the lid. Then she spun around and switched off the lights. Rubbing the foot towel over the floor to mop up the drips, she yanked open the door to the cabinet under the sink.

A tight fit, but she could do it. She had to do it. She was certain of that, if she wanted to live.

There were some more thud-thuds, and a lot of loud cursing. A man was whimpering in pain.

She scrunched her body down under the sink, got her legs up into the space on the other side of the pipes, pulled her head inside, stuffed the foot towel under her ass, which helped to cushion her hip against the metal drain, and tugged the door shut. It did so with a plastic click that left her briefly wondering if she could open it again from inside, or if she’d be stuck there until who knew when.

Which was fucking absurd, because whatever was going on out there in the duplex, it involved guns and that meant only one thing: death.

She waited, shivering, fear coiling inside her like a cold dark creature.

The last twenty-five years had been like this, since the day she’d gotten the personality modification program and become Mistress Julia. One minute she was a dominatrix, afraid of nothing, in command, and the next she was helpless little Angie, drowning in her own fear, praying for Julia to save her.

You stupid fuck! There came a loud moan of pain and, she imagined, the sound of something or someone being dragged.

There was a crash, then silence.

Her mind ran wildly though scenarios. She didn’t know who Sangacha was. As was often the case in her business, she didn’t want to know that kind of thing.

Was it a mob hit? Was he some kind of crim? She had wondered about that. His habit of praying for forgiveness when she’d laid into him had the sound of a man who’d done terrible things in his life.

Then she heard the door to the bathroom open and a heavy tread on the tile floor.

Where the fuck is she? asked a male voice.

Must’ve gotten out just before we arrived, said another.

Check the parking. Hurry.

Boots retreated. She stayed where she was, the fear now like a sword of ice running up her guts. The bathroom door slammed.

What the fuck was going on?

The footsteps had ceased. Still she waited. Had they gone? Were they playing games? She kept as still as she possibly could, though the difficulties of her confinement were now making themselves apparent. Something was digging into the small of her back, and her head was crushed in between the side of the sink and the side of the cabinet.

She wanted to get to her car and put as many miles as she could between herself and this complex as quickly as possible. She’d go straight up to the woods and hide out. Up there she was somebody else, a whole other ID.

She was about to open the door when she heard a sudden rush of footsteps go by. Then the bathroom door banged open and the light went on, sending a gleam through the crack at the edge of the door to her hiding place.

She ain’t here, a voice groaned. I’m fucking bleeding!

Here’s a towel, drawled another. "Try not to bleed all over the

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  • (5/5)
    "Pleasure Model" is the first of three short novels in the Netherworld trilogy. They are all fantastic reads. The Netherworld is a future world where a tyrannical government governs with secret assassination squads, people live in big developed cities, and much of the country is uninsured territory. Similar to Asimov's Caves of Steel series, here's a science fiction world with a homicide detective, but it's not quite a PG- rated world. This world bristles with eroticism and is filled with dominatrixes on the run and pleasure mods, who are genetically bred perfectly formed persons with one task in mind and the IQ of a blueberry, that is, unless they get upgrades.

    This book and all the books in this series are written in such an action- packed way that it feels like you are watching a movie. From start to finish, the story rushes along like a jet plane on steroids.
    There are murders, bombings, killer robots, exploding messages, a vast government conspiracy, and a burgeoning network of people on the run.
  • (5/5)
    Pleasure ModelBy Christopher RowleyPublisher: TorPublished In: New York, NY, USA Date: 2010Pgs: 238Summary:In a grim future world, murder seems to stalk everyday life. A cop in Hudson Valley catches a call out to a murder scene. Inside he finds General Manuel Sagacha, a man with blood on his hands from the Emergency. He has two witnesses, a pleasure model, an illegal gene grown human, and a missing dominatrix. All well and good, until his home is targeted by killer robots and a missile firing helicopter gunship. A rogue cop, a bio organic sex toy, and a dominatrix run for their lives and search for the clues that will save them. Welcome to the future.Genre:fiction, science fiction, future, tyrant america, genetics, cyberpunk, crime, conspiracy theory, paranoid dystopia, heavy metal pulpWhy this book:The book has a very Heavy Metal feel to it; apropos since it is one of the books in the Heavy Metal Pulp imprint. Also, the book would make an excellent fellow traveller with Blade Runner and its forefather; Do Androids Dream of Electronic Sheep.This Story is About:crime, the future, biology, cyberpunkCredibility:This has that “as real as tomorrow” feel to it.Favorite Character:Rook is your everyman hero, doing the job because it needs doing. Pammy Plesur, the pleasure mod, comes across as an innocent, yet full of ripe sexual tension. Mistress Julia, Angela when she doesn’t have the chip based dominatrix personality plugged in and active, may hold a piece of the enigma.Least Favorite Character: Lot of cannon fodder characters that get a brief moment where you think they may become a main character before getting iced.Character I Most Identified With:Dr. Jimmy feels like my kind of character. Hiding out from the world, yet still plugged in.The Feel:Gritty, noir in the future. Really does give a similar feel to some of the old Heavy Metal magazine stories. The gritty does begin to feel a bit unrelenting though. Dark world. Dark focus. Dark future. Grim. Nasty.Favorite Scene:Conspiracy theorist treehouse when the conspiracy flies overhead.Settings:Future Upstate New York is well represented. While Future New York City comes across as more just a place. Idyllic vs. the Grime.Pacing:The pace of this story is flashing. Short chapters without being choppy. Very well written.Plot Holes/Out of Character:N/ALast Page Sound:Dammit, to be continued. Dammit.Author Assessment:Definitely would read something else by this person.Editorial Assessment:The editing on this was tight and well done.Disposition of Book:Keep It, re-read it.Why isn’t there a screenplay?There should be.Casting call:Bruce Willis could be Rook. Maybe Ewan McGregor, Dwayne Johnson, or Joshua Jackson.Pammy Plesur is obviously a homage to Pamela Anderson. If this were done about fifteen years ago...and she could act, I’d say it was meant for her. But failing that. Maybe...hmmmpf...I don’t know who to cast as Pammy.Sandra Bullock as Anglea/Julia. Dr. Jimmy needs to be played by Jimmy Buffet or Bruce Campbell.Would recommend to:genre fans...probably everyone...with age restrictions. Lots of violence and sexual situations...and sex.
  • (4/5)
    This book was like reading a good action movie which comes in three parts. The illustrations peppered throughout the book remind me of the old zebra books from back in the day. The story focuses on a murdered retired general, his pleasure model and a cop who is trying to solve the case. Needless to say everything goes wrong, political and military involvement increases the stakes at hand, and just as the action is really getting going the book ends leaving you on the edge for the next volume. The world created in this book is one that I honestly can see America becoming in the future if we continue on our present path so it gives that extra ooommph to the story to me at least. Looking forward to beginning the next volume!
  • (3/5)
    Ultra simple and predictable story, with standard already-seen-before sci-fi gadgets. Nothing original, just an easy reading for few hours with the brain switched off.
  • (4/5)
    In the beginning of "Pleasure Model" you meet Angela who has been in hiding for the past 25 years from the killers who murdered her fiance. She is now "Mistress Julia", a dominatrix, living in New York. Her latest client is murdered and she barely escapes with her life but not before she over hears the killers talking and realizes that these are the same killers from decades ago and they've found her. She now has to find help with going into hiding again and this time she needs to remain hidden.You then meet Rook who is a homicide detective investigating the murder of a retired General (who so happens to be Julia's client). When Rook's boss starts acting out of character and the FBI cyborgs start breathing down his neck (so to speak), he begins to get suspicious. He finds that the General had a Pleasure Model (a lab grown humanoid built for pleasure in more ways than one). Rook decides that Plesur (as the model likes to be called) could be a witness to the murder, and when some of the other detectives start planning on a "night of Plesur" he sneeks her out of the police department to keep her safe until he can find out what she knows and then take the case to trial. From here on out the point of view goes back and forth between Julia and Rook, but focuses more on Rook.I received an ARC copy of this book from Goodreads, not really knowing what to expect. I've never read a pulp/noir book before and other than the animated movie from the 80's, I had never heard of anything by Heavy Metal before this. Although I didn't like it as much as the movie, I really did enjoy reading this book. There's just enough action and twists and turns to keep you not wanting to put the book down, and even if you didn't get fully entertained, the page count combined with the font size can make it easy to read this book in one setting. It's set in the future, but doesn't overwhelm you with made up names and phrases and gadgets that leave you confused or throwing the book down. You don't really get a lot of info on the world at this time (or even what time they are in) but I don't think the story really needs all that. The author goes right to the action and tells you just enough so that you understand what's going on, and the pictures compliment the story nicely.I do think the cover is a bit misleading since although the book has a sexy feel to it, there is not much sex at all. What scenes there are, consist of maybe a couple of sentences and aren't very descriptive. Of course, I could be a bad judge on this since I primarily read Romance novels, but I would say it's appropriate for any high schooler.I also can see where some women may not like this book. Being a 30 something woman myself, I can definately see how it's geared more toward men. With all the futuristic gadgets, invisible asassins & exploding heads, what man wouldn't love it? As far as the Pleasure Models objectifying women, etc. I don't think so. Yes, they are made stereotypically perfect, with big chests and lips and low IQs, but the main character resisted Plesur's advances over and over instead of taking advantage of her and when having the choice of a woman "made for sex" or a real woman to sleep with, he chose the real woman. And yes, most models in the book are treated horribly, but this treatment disgusted Rook and for the most part, Julia as well. I can totally see that if made today, the models would be made and treated the same way, with some people thinking it's ok and others not so much.All in all, I thought it was great and can't wait until the next book in the series comes out.
  • (3/5)
    The concept of the book was interesting. A genetically engineered woman - the pleasure model- is the only witness to a murder. The police the detective assigned to the case has to solve the murder while trying to avoid the people who are trying to kill both the pleasure model and himself.Unfortunatly due to the short length of the book both the world and building and characters suffered. And some of the illustrations didn't fit the story. They were PG for an R-rated book.