Ep 436 We Sail by Night by Gustavo Bondoni

This month's patron-funded story is The Fishbowl by C Lenz.  It's narrated by Vivienne Ferrari.

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“This is a bit public, isn’t it?”

“As public as it gets, babe,” Lily replied. The small plexiglass dome affectionately known as the Fishbowl jutted out of the space station, letting them float above earth. The observation deck was theoretically available to all employees, but most didn’t spend their time off looking at a planet they may never set foot on again. “All those billionaires still rich enough to live on the planet can see us.”

“My parents aren’t billionaires, and they live down there,” Cass said.

“Well, maybe they shouldn’t have kicked you out. Then they wouldn’t be subjected to this show.”

Lily ducked her head down. In zero gravity, she had to keep her arms wrapped around Cass’s thighs to keep herself in position.

This month's patron-funded story is In the Tower Tangled by Lynne Sargent.  It's narrated by Jo Bennett.

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This month's patron-funded story is Leviathan by Steven Guy.  It's narrated by Vivienne Ferrari.

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Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook or press down his tongue with cord?

Can you put a rope in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?

Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak to you soft words?

Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever?

Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on a leash for your girls?”

Job 41:1 - 5

A week before Lent a star fell from heaven. The light of its burning lit the sister’s bedroom through their window and woke them from a deep and dreamless sleep. Christine leapt from the bed and pressed her face to the window. 

A miracle, she cried. A miracle that we should see a star fall.

Her sister stayed by the bed and took to her knees in prayer.

It has landed not far, Christine shouted. Perhaps in the pasture near to the river. Come. Run. Let us find it. A star falls from heaven - it will be of silver and gold. We are newly rich.

Her sister shook her head and remained upon her knees. It is an evil omen sister, she whispered, to see such a star fall. Close your eyes. Remember your prayers.

But Christine took her sister by the hand and led her out, both still in the thin shifts they slept in. Spring was not yet in bloom and it was cold. Their breath hung in a thousand tiny crystals as they ran to the pasture near the river. The smell of smoke was in the air and just as they ran out of breath and began to walk, they found a man – or rather, they found a man of sorts. He lay on his side at the end of a deep furrow that smelled both a little of wet earth and of a blacksmith’s forge. The furrow was no doubt from the mighty fury of his fall and he was unconscious and curled up like a child. His skin was a peculiar red in color – he seemed to be burnt or dyed to some shade between ochre and aubergine. His feet were blackened stumps and his hands black too, save for his palms which were the grey color of ash. On the whole, he looked charred, like the wood at the bottom of the charcoal maker’s pit, and yet his chest rose and fell. He was alive and breathed like a man.

This month's patron-funded story is Dragon Enough by Genevieve Amsterdam.  It's narrated by Vic.

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This month's free story is "Sacrifice" by J Aster. It's narrated by Chooch Schubert.

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This month's patron-funded story is "Apple of Sodom" by Plangdi Neple.  It's narrated by Bisi Alimi.

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This month's story is "Three Installs" a cyborg threesome story by Genevieve Amsterdam, narrated by Louise Cooksey. 

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This month's story is "The Lion Tamer" by Cecilia Tan.  It's narrated by Vivienne Ferrari.

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Yes, Steven, yes, feel the power of the blood. You must control it or it will control you.

I circle him slowly, and his blindfolded eyes still turn toward me, like a flower blindly following the sun. He cannot move his head far, not with his wrists bound above his head. His cheek meets his upper arm as I pass behind him, swishing the whip as I go. 

I continue around, and he turns his face toward the other side, listening to the slight whisper of the leather tail against the floor and the steady, slow tap of my heels. How much of him at this moment is animal, instinctively following the sounds of danger... or maybe the scent of food, of my blood? And how much of him is intelligent being, calculating when I will strike, anticipating what I will say, and how to react? 

I brush a gloved finger over his bare nipple and he moans, a sound that seems to send a vibration straight between my legs. He is so hungry right now, not for blood--he's had plenty of that--but for everything I have promised. Control, discipline, ecstasy, and release.

A fine sheen of red appears on his chest. His body still reacts much the way a normal 28-year-old man's would, only now he has only blood instead of sweat, only blood instead of semen or tears. I cluck my tongue. "Control the blood," I whisper, for that is what he is here to prove he can do.