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Martian Vengeance

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Chapter 12: Harlequin Park

Westinghouse Towers

New Pittsburgh, Mars

Saturday, February 13, 2151

“You’re going to take the boys to Harlequin Park today?” asked Mary Winston.

Chili Hardcore, the Winston’s house bitch, nodded and replied, “That’s the plan.” The two women were standing in the kitchen of the Winston’s apartment. “I’ll keep them there until six in case you don’t want them wandering in on the pair of you getting nasty.”

Mary blushed at that. She and her husband, Paul, were trying to have another child, but they hadn’t been successful. She and Paul planned to spend the day screwing their brains out. Mary was at her most fertile point of her cycle, and she wanted Paul to flood her system with his sperm.

The pair had their doctors remove their fertility blocks the first week of November, shortly after they hired Chili as their live-in maid, cook, and babysitter. The result was as expected; Mary immediately resumed her menstrual cycle, which had been put on hold by the block. As soon as she was able, the couple celebrated the potential for a third child by leaving their sons in Chili’s care and going out to dinner. Dessert was served later, on the roof of their apartment building, and involved EastHem champagne and Reload, a male aphrodisiac that could enable a man to spend hours with a woman, repeatedly screwing.

Since then, despite frequent and vigorous attempts, Mary hadn’t caught, but neither were worried. This would be their third child. Mary, as a nurse, was aware that it took an average of five to six months before a couple could get pregnant. Paul Junior had taken three months to conceive and his younger brother, Randy, had taken four. February was their third month of attempting, and they were looking forward to a full day in bed. Chili had assisted by packing the refrigerator with snacks, sweets, and champagne, cleaning the bong and making sure the greenbud was stocked, and putting fresh batteries in the vibrators.

Mary giggled, “Thank you. That’s the plan, anyway. I told Paul I wanted to set a new record without the Reload. One of the side effects of Reload is that while it increases production of seminal fluid, it dilutes the production of spermatozoa. I told him I was going to test his ability.”

“Good for you! I think you’re in for a good time. God knows that when you share him with me, he can wear me out!” Chili was a full-service house bitch, and frequently spent nights in the Winston’s bedroom, though custom dictated he only put his sperm in his wife’s vagina and not another woman’s; mouths and asses were different, since Chili couldn’t get pregnant that way if her block had problems. As far as Chili was concerned, a hot and sweaty threesome was the perfect way to unwind at the end of the day. “Don’t forget to assume the proper position afterwards to maximize the probability of impregnation.” Mary was a nurse at Whiting Memorial Hospital and Chili was in the pre-med program at Mars University. Both frequently discussed the technical aspects of pregnancy in far more graphic detail than Paul was comfortable with.

Mary giggled again. “That’s actually one of Paul’s favorites. Back when we were trying to conceive Randy, we were doing it doggy style one night, and afterwards he went to the bathroom, and I rolled onto my back and shoved a pillow under my butt, so that his sperm deposit flowed by gravity towards my cervix. He came back from the bathroom and found me like that and figured I was asking him for a second round! I didn’t have the heart to tell him what I was really doing until afterwards.”

Chili laughed at that. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about Randy. I thought EastHem had the same one child per woman policy as WestHem. How did you get around the rules and have him? It’s not like he’s a twin you can pay a fine for.”

Mary’s face grew serious. “You know how that sort of thing works, right? If you live in a ghetto, you can do whatever you want and have as many kids as you want. Child mortality is high, and if you get caught, you’ll be sterilized and thrown in jail. If you have a job and live in a nice neighborhood, you get one child per woman. And then there are those really, really rich and powerful people who can have as many kids as they want. They say it’s because those people have successful genes, and they should be passed along.”

“That part always sounded like bullshit to me,” said Chili. “So, Randy? You guys lived in the ghetto?”

“Uh, no. We were in that other group, or Paul was, anyway,” answered Mary.

“What? Paul was in that super-rich group? What the fuck are you guys doing here?”

“Yeah. You know Paul used to be a banker and now works for the Secretary of Finance? Back in EastHem, Paul didn’t just work for a bank, he ran a bank, a big one. If you or I needed money, we’d go to a bank? When banks needed money, they would go to Paul! His family were bankers for generations!”

“So, why did you end up here?”

Mary sighed. “That was my fault. We met when we were in college. I was a nursing student, and he was studying economics. We were very much in love - we still are - and he married me even though I was working class. I know his brothers told him to marry somebody else and keep me on the side as his mistress, but he married me anyway. The problem was that I was too idealistic about nursing. I thought everybody should have access to decent care, and that’s just not the way WestHem or EastHem work. When I started protesting, his family went to Paul and told him to cut me loose. He was to divorce me and find a more suitable wife to raise the children. He said no.”

“You mean, he followed you to Mars like that? He left all that money and power?” Chili asked.

Mary nodded. “He’s good man, a really good man. I never forget that he could have thrown me away like yesterday’s trash, but he didn’t. You wouldn’t believe the pre-nup his family made me sign.”

“What’s a pre-nup?” asked Chili.

“A pre-nuptial agreement.” When Chili looked confused, she continued, “It’s a contract between people getting married. Before his family let me marry Paul, I had to sign over all my rights, and I mean all of them. If we got divorced, Paul kept the boys and I got kicked out with the clothes on my back.”

“Holy shit!”

Mary nodded. “Like I said, Paul gave up a lot to marry me.”

“If I had a guy like that, I’d let him fuck my ass every night and twice on Sunday!” commented Chili.

Mary giggled some more. “We like that, at least sometimes. You’ve had him that way, too.”

Paul came out of the boys’ bedroom at that moment, followed by Randy and PJ. He couldn’t understand why his wife and the house bitch started laughing when they saw him.

Chili said, “Wash your hands. Breakfast is in five minutes.” She set plates around the kitchen island. “Egg, ham, and cheese casserole coming right up.”

Randy smiled and said, “Great! This definitely beats Dad’s cooking!”

“No shit!” agreed PJ.

Paul gave his sons the stink eye and Mary stifled her laughter. She knew that the boys would just as likely have said the same thing about her. Cooking was considered high art on Mars, and neither she nor her husband were artists.

Half an hour later the leftovers were in the refrigerator and the dishes were in the dishwasher. Chili bundled the boys out the door and winked at Mary and Paul. “Back at six. Have fun!”

Paul gave a leering grin at his wife. “I plan to do just that!”

Mary blushed. “You get the champagne. I’ll be back in a moment.” She went into their bedroom, where she undressed and slipped into a shorty lace robe. She brought what they laughingly called the ‘toybox’ out to the living room.

When she returned, Paul had a bottle of champagne on the coffee table, along with two glasses and the loaded bong. She set the toybox down on the table and sat next to him on the couch. “Chili and I were talking earlier, and she asked about how we ended up on Mars, and I told her how you abandoned everything you could have had back home to come with me into exile. She said that any woman who had a man like that should do anything he wanted, anywhere he wanted, any time he wanted, and she was right! I just want you to know how much I love you.”

Paul smiled and eyed Mary through her tiny robe. “Anything? I’ll remember you said that! Now, I’ll pour the champagne and you can light the bong. After that? We’ll just have to see.”

Mary giggled. It was going to be an excellent day!


Harlequin Park

New Pittsburgh, Mars

Saturday, February 13, 2151

“How come Mom and Dad wanted to stay home?” asked Randy. “I thought they liked going to Harlequin Park.”

PJ rolled his eyes. Younger brothers could be so stupid at times. “They’re going to have sex and don’t want us around.”

“Why? I thought they did that at night.”

“Well, they want to do it today, too,” replied PJ.

“Your parents are trying to have another child. Sometimes that means they need to have sex other than when they go to bed,” commented Chili. She didn’t think it odd for children to be talking about their parents having sex. Most of the ghetto apartments on the planet were cramped and it wasn’t unusual for children to occasionally witness their parents fucking. “Besides, it’s fun.”

“Huh,” commented Randy. At ten he didn’t really know much more about sex than what could be found in a biology textbook.

PJ simply grunted an acknowledgement. He was almost thirteen, and he wanted to learn more about sex in the worst way. Almost all his friends were bragging that they were getting laid on a regular basis, and that all the girls in school were putting out for them. He was probably the only virgin in school, and it was constantly on his mind. Everywhere he looked there were beautiful women and girls. Sex was everywhere! If he went up to the roof park, he could hear couples fucking in the little hideaways off the paths. He’d even seen some couples doing it out in the open! Everybody was having sex except him! It was so unfair!

Harlequin Park was an amusement park on the outskirts of what had been the Westinghouse District of New Pittsburgh. Chili and her charges walked two blocks to the nearest tram station and then went two stops east. It was a very popular destination.

Urban design and renewal was a major field of study on Mars. WestHem had considered the entire planet as little better than a slum for a century, a source of food and resources and a dump for vermin. A dollar spent on improving a city was a dollar that would be better placed in the coffers of a corporation. There was a huge dichotomy in the quality of life in a Martian city, just as there was in an Earthling city. Ghetto apartments were small and cramped, barely maintained, and rarely policed. The managers of the WestHem corporations lived in spacious and beautiful apartments, with fully functioning appliances and electrical systems, and were well protected and cared for by the police and dip-hoes, the emergency medical technicians who worked for the Department of Health and Safety.

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