In the future, a world far from Earth was colonized by humans. Its original designation was simply C74-A210ZB, based on a galactic charting directory. After a few decades, it earned the appropriately inspired name, New Gomorrah.
Like its biblical namesake, it is a den of iniquity paradoxically combined with centers of culture and learning. Anything is available to the highest bidder - or simply taken by force or by subterfuge. Among the most prized commodity among all races are young human females. By quirks of biology, they can be easily used for breeding purposes for a variety of species as well as for sexual pleasure.
Rhea knew there was trouble when Zed and a couple of his goons were at the door. At ten years of age, the girl was painfully aware of her parents' shortcomings - minimal talents and the jobs that reflected them. That wasn't so bad except the couple had grand ideas and knew they deserved better if they only had a fair shot.
Recently, they parlayed such a "fair shot" - a modest winning ticket in a local numbers racket - into a grand, extended weekend in one New Gomorrah's more lavish entertainment districts. Rhea was left alone to watch her little sister, Lacy, and the girls enjoyed a quiet weekend with some sense of normalcy for a change. They could even sleep at night without the interruption of drunken arguments and the loud noises of sloppy sex later.
But rather than sating their parents' desire for a little getaway, the excursion had only fueled their sense of entitlement. More tickets and riskier bets were made in various games, garnering just enough winnings to bet larger until the bills were due.
And Zed was here to collect.
"Come on, you know we don't have that kind of flow," her father wheedled. "But I have an idea."
"No more ideas, 'cause you aint betting another micro-credit until your account is settled."
"No, no, here me out," her father continued, his tongue flicking at his dried lips like a lizard's. "Talk to my boss - lean on him to give me a raise. The bastard owes me one and when I get it, you get the extra until I'm paid off. See? It's that easy."
Zed snorted before fixing Rhea's father with a glower.
"If you're as big a worthless piece of shit on the job as you are with your gambling, your boss won't give you a raise even if I light his balls on fire," Zed replied. "But I'll take your payment in free rent."
"Okay," Rhea's mother agreed. "The girls can sleep on the couch and you can have their room."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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