A Love Beyond The Struggle: How A Billionaire Rape Story Became A Dark Romance

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When I first started writing “A Love Beyond the Struggle” I thought I was going to write a billionaire rape story for publication on Smashwords. In fact the working title for it was “billionaire rape story.” I was writing to market, hurrah!

Unfortunately, it didn't end up that way. Early on, it got changed, though I wasn't aware of how drastically it was going to change. 

After a bit of thought, I decided on Nero Wolfe as the model for my billionaire. Clearly, he'd make a GREAT billionaire, ruthless variety. But I couldn't do an exact Nero Wolfe map, even if I wanted to. Nero Wolfe had a finely developed moral sense, he was not a kidnapper or anything like it. Archie Goodwin, even more so.

So I came up with a darker Nero Wolfe,  the billionaire Colin Whitworth. He maintains a harem of kidnapped women on his private island to keep him entertained while he makes his billions from green energy.

The idea here is to make Whitworth a force of nature thanks to all his money and power. He's so powerful that his sexual whims, illegal or not, ethical or not, get enacted, and there's no accountability for him at all … his money ensure it.

So his assistant Garth Goodwin (an Archie Goodwin analog, of course) would be a counterpoint to Whitworth who sees his amorality clearly but still enables it. Garth wouldn't be involved in the harem at all, other than helping with acquisitions and disposals. He would be the romantic lead.

And at some point after I came up with that dynamic for the story, I realized that I could write it for Amazon by having all the harem sexual action occur offscreen, in essence. Garth might know all that goes on in the harem, but he wouldn't describe any of it in any detail, not being deeply interested in it. 

Which I realized makes for an EVEN BETTER story, because I can make the story chock full of fantasy fuel for harem bondage sexual fantasies, without having to describe any of them (hence complying with Amazon’s rule against nonconsensual erotica). All the nasty, dirty kinky sex stuff can occur in the reader’s nasty, dirty mind.

Sweet!

And that's when the story because a romance, specifically a dark romance. And of course, a very DIFFERENT kind of dark romance. I think it's an interesting and original story of a sort I've never written before. I've written other works that aren't erotica: “Slave Girls Of Outer Space,” “The Visitor From Incel World” and “The Love Invasion” but they were all basically science fiction adventures. This is a straight-up romance with no explicit sex whatsoever but SOOO much fantasy fuel. (Very Gorean, in fact, though Gor DOES have its sex scenes.) Will it work? Who knows?

You'll have to buy it and see what you think, if you like a dark romance. It’s $2.99 on Amazon or free if you have Kindle Unlimited.

"Sex Station Slut" is hardcore sexual bondage rape socialist propaganda science fiction porn!

 

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Here’s a little scene from a great sports movie, “Bull Durham,” that describes my creative process. I don’t know where the story is gonna go!

Take “Sex Station Slut” for example. Like some of my stories (OK, a lot of them) it had its beginning in a pornographic image. This image here, a hentai. It’s not the best hentai in terms of graphic quality. Particularly bad is the left leg, where the artist CLEARLY had some issues with handling foreshortening properly, so that the left leg appears to be about half the size of the right leg. 

But that’s not important. What really matters is that the image is insanely hot. The figure of the bound, naked woman is ripe and round and her breasts are large. She’s posed in what appears to be mid-writhe. Why is she writhing? Some of it might be the giant buttplug in her ass. (The butplug in her ass doesn’t bear looking at closely, or thinking about at all. It just serves to make her look sexually impaled.)

But the real clue is her pussy, which is reddened and damp. It looks like someone has been fucking it senseless, or at the very least vibrating it with a wand or finger banging it. Whatever, her pussy is the very picture of female sexual arousal.

Combined with her dynamic pose straining against the ropes that hold her, and the big gag that covers her mouth, and her wide open eyes, she’s just a vision of helpless female sexual arousal. You just want to jump on that pussy and fuck it senseless and make her scream with pleasure into her gag as she writhes helplessly beneath you while you fuck her brains out.

And that’s the feeling I wanted to capture in my story, that jump-on-it raw lust fuck it now feeling.

So I started out writing a story about a horny young dude with money in his pocket wanting to get it on on a Friday night, and wound up writing hardcore socialist bondage rape porn about the way capitalism alienates people from one another, and from their own feelings.

Really. That’s what happened. I had thought about capitalism and alienation before, but never from the perspective of bondage porn. It was always political in nature when I thought about it.

But my main character said early on “That’s capitalism for ya.” It was a throwaway comment, comparing capitalism to the weather, something huge you can’t do much about, just shrug and go on.  And the crux of the story is what sort of relationship might arise from all the intense bondage sex they have. But the male character kept having issues because of the female character’s job.

And that’s when I figured out what was going on, and I went with it, and that’s how I wound up writing socialist propaganda hardcore bondage rape porn.

Now, I tried to go easy on the socialism, and I think I did a pretty good job It was easy in a sense, because it was a relationship story and it was porn, so I kept things focused on their sexual action and their personal relationship, and tried to keep it to the natural thoughts the protagonist would have … no sudden outbursts of speculation on the nature of capitalism and its debilitating effects on human relationships. I just showed the relationship being degraded by the inbuilt assumptions of the protagonist.

I strongly suspect that no one would recognize it as socialist propaganda if I didn’t point it out as such.

The female protagonist is not the POV character, and she spends a lot of time gagged, but when she does talk she is not very forthcoming. She has the kind of clear perspective that people sometimes get when they are on the very bottom of the social totem pole. But she also knows that, being on the bottom of the social totem pole, nobody cares about her opinions. (Something being bound and gagged a lot while strangers rape her has taught her.)

I also found it easy to keep my socialist propaganda in the background because I set my story in my Basic universe, where most people are the survivors of a genocidal war between regular folks and oligarchs that damn near wiped out both sides, with the regular folks survivors, still numbering in the hundreds of millions (but no longer in billions) guaranteed a Basic Income since almost all jobs are automated and the oligarchs own all the machines.

The resulting society is kind of utopia, and kind of a dystopia, depending on your point of view and your experiences. For the oligarchs, it’s a utopia, they have wealth beyond measure and can do whatever they like, constrained only by the knowledge that there are only a few hundred of them and if they make things too tough for the regular folks they might just get wiped out if there’s another war. As they learned in the previous war, they might have all the weapons and all the tech and be able to kill regular folks en masse, but when millions of people are willing to risk death to kill you, you die, even if the chances of your dying are a million to one.

Still, if you can just resist the impulse toward genocide, life is pretty sweet for oligarchs.

Life is also very sweet for Premies, or Premium citizens, those few people whom the oligarchs need to perform important tasks for them. They live like rock stars, with beach mansions and very comfortable lifestyles in general, including the ability to obtain Basics who have misbehaved as sex slaves through the Pet Girl program (I’ve got a freebie book about a Pet Girl called Pet Shop Slave Girls #1 Katie -- feel free to check it out, better yet check out the novel I wrote about a Pet Shop slavegirl, Nataly: Virgin Auction. 

Premies live like medieval lords when they aren’t working for the oligarchs, and there is a lot of media interest in their goings and doings and parties – they are celebrities, in essence.

Life is also pretty damned good for Basics if they can stay out of trouble, which mostly consists of not committing acts of violence or stealing. They get all their Basic needs (housing, food, clothing, medical care) taken care of for free, and a lot more than that, actually. Here’s a bit from the promo for “Nataly: Virgin Auction” that shows how good Basics have it:

>Everything went to hell for Nataly when her dad lost his job as a programmer and he and the family went broke and had to fall back on Basic Income to survive. Nataly, her father and mother found themselves trapped in a nightmarish reality in which they had to eat PRINTED steak and lobster instead of the real thing, when they couldn't charter a private jet for a family vacation, but had to SHARE a jet with other Basics on vacation, and in which they couldn't buy first-run designer fashions straight from the runways of Paris, Rome and New York, but had to wait a MONTH to buy incredibly cheap knock-offs (once again, PRINTED instead of handmade), and endure other such indignities too numerous to mention. 

As you can see, Basics have it pretty good. Vacations, designer clothes, lobster and steak for dinner every day if they like. Cheap 3D printer tech has made material want a thing of the past.

And if you’re a Basic with any intellectual interests, the ollies will not only allow you to pursue them, but will actively HELP you pursue them. And if you want to be a rocknroll star and spend all your time playing music, you can do that, you can do pretty much whatever you want except hurt other people. The Ollies don’t care, and they make no pretense of having religious or moral concerns about the Basics, they just want to them to not be violent. (Though various forms of recreational violence, such as boxing, MMA fighting and football are allowed – useful for giving release to the violent impulses of hormonally swamped younger males and sometimes females.)

And even though jobs are rare, gigs are not rare, many Basics have gigs, like our protagonist, work that can disappear overnight, often very short term work, just things that need to be done and can be done by your average Jamie. And if you have a gig you may not be a rockstar, but you can easily afford to buy the use of a woman like Vanessa for an hour or two – any kind of use you like.

The only people who have it rough are the Basics who can’t live by the rules, for whatever reason. People like the Pet Shop girls Katie and Nataly, and Vanessa.

The Basic universe is hence a cross between Super Ultra Late Stage Capitalism and Super Gay Luxury Space Communism. The oligarchs own it all, but what does “ownership” mean in this case? Not a hell of a lot, to the Basics.

The point of all this is that I could embed my socialist viewpoint in simple descriptions of Basic society – it’s already there for me to use, I don’t have to do tons of exposition.

Well, now you know. Buy the story, get turned on and propagandized! You have nothing to lose but your capitalist propagandizement!

The MeTwo Girls Is Now On Smashwords, featuring rape, dubcon, sexual bondage and general hijinks

 

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The fact that "The MeTwo Girls" on Smashwords rather than Amazon should tell you that it's a lot raunchier than anything Amazon will permit.

I actually started writing this story for Amazon, but about halfway through I realized that I was either going to have to completely rewrite it or write it for Smashwords, because it was a dubious consent story at the very least and could arguably be a rape story, and Amazon wants nothing to do with dubious consent erotica, much less rape.

So I went with the pure, strong line of the story: two actresses bent on outwitting a Hollywood heavy whose intent is forced sex, offering a juicy role in exchange for a "night of love" as they old romances used to call a night of totally freaky maledom/femsub sexual bondage depravity.

I had a great time writing the character of stunt woman Sabrina Sinclair (real name: Marybeth Scoggins). Her peculiar and original approach to sexual morality is at the center of the story, really, and she has the swagger and boldness of a stuntwoman to go with it. Between that character and a ripped-from-the-headlines storyline, and a very long, very explicit, very depraved sex scene that has an interesting double vision aspect to it, I think I got a winner here. Give it a read, I hope you'll agree.

Books 1-3 of the Cerberus Saga Now In One Collection!

 

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The alpha male billionaire known only as the Master knew what he wanted from women, and he was willing and able to pay for the very best. He hired a woman wrangler named Nina to create a harem for him. The harem was called “Cerberus” because the women who made up the “heads” of Cerberus, known only by their numbers, were as replaceable as the heads of the mythical hound.

But the women who made up Cerberus were human beings first and concubines-for-pay second, and each of them was a unique and original person. Cerberus One was a dancing beauty, with a body that just wouldn't quit and a mind that was as sharp as her moves were smooth. Cerberus Two was a catlike woman, a classic beauty who looked like she stepped out of an oil painting, and a mind that hid a huge secret. Cerberus Three was a mountain girl, raised in Bug Tussle, Tennessee, the classic red-hot lady of the night with a heart of gold.

Even though the Master's billions gave him every advantage in his relationship with his three concubines, there are some lines even a billionaire shouldn't cross. But just try and tell an alpha male billionaire “no.” All of these strong personalities will combine explosively in a climax that's full of BDSM chills and thrills!

This book includes Cerberus One, Cerberus Two and Cerberus Three, a trilogy that is over 58,000 words long.

The Beautiful Dreamers BDSM Erotica Collection Now On Amazon

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So This Is My Life Now

Tiny, Big

Always Pay Your Parking Tickets On Pluterday

In the future, advanced neural interface technology allows programs to directly access a person's mind and to shape and form their dreams, while allowing their subconscious mind to guide those dreams. Here are three stories about people who explore this brave new world starting with June, a corporate climber investigating the unexpected happiness of the lower-tier workers in her corporation in “So This Is My Life Now.” June's whole world gets changed when she suddenly finds herself a slavegirl of the Janissaries of the Lesbian Thongan Resistance. 

In “Tiny, Big” there's Laura and Gina, two poor dreamers whose worlds come together in unexpected ways in a fantasy world where Tinies, Normies and Biggers live in peace and harmony despite their differences. 

Finally, in "Always Pay Your Parking Ticket on Pluterday," a nameless dreamer signs up for dream technology and discovers that the penalty for not paying parking tickets of Pluterday are dreams that are truly strange, and truly erotic. 

Give yourself an erotic treat and travel to the place that stretches between the inner mind and the erotic limits! 

This collection of stories is just shy of 39,000 words and comprises all three of the “So This Is Your Life Now” series. Enjoy!in unexpected ways in a fantasy world where Tinies, Normies and Biggers live in peace and harmony despite their differences. 

Cerberus Two, Another Kinky Erotica Thriller by Me, Now on Amazon

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This is Book 2 in the Cerberus series, (here's the link for Book 1).

When you're a sex slave for pay in the harem of a billionaire, you have to be prepared for just about anything. Because with the kind of money the Master had, if he fantasized about it, he could have it.

Certainly, the Master had Cerberus Two, at least, as long as the money kept flowing. All she needed to be happy was a glass of wine, a good book and a growing bank account.

But Master had a fantasy that was so out there that it was scaring their trainer. And that frightened Two. Because Two had a secret. And it was a lulu. If anything bad happened, her secret would almost certainly lead to suspicion being directed at her.

The sane thing to do would be to talk Master out of it. But when Master is an alpha male and a billionaire, he isn't easily swayed by anyone, much less his sex toy women.

Like everyone else in the world, it seems, they were helpless before a billionaire's power. She could handle and even enjoy the kinky, degrading sex games the Master got up to with them, but now something stupid and dangerous was waiting in the wings. And Two feared that it was also … inevitable.

Cerberus One: A Kinky Erotic Thriller by Me, Now On Amazon

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Cerberus One is a series of three or four linked novelettes, each one written from the POV of a member of a billionaire's harem of three women. It's very much a character-driven story, and it's been a lot of fun to write. Here's da blurb:

Cerberus was the name the billionaire known only as The Master gave to his private harem. It consisted of three women (four if you counted their trainer).

There was Cerberus One, light and lively, a dancer, a bundle of energy for whom sex was a game to challenge her boundless energy and sexuality.

Cerberus Two was a calm, cool, collected type who liked nothing more than a glass of wine and a book and a long, slow day to enjoy both – and who was more than willing to do all sorts of sexually degrading things to give herself the time and comfort she loved.

Cerberus Three was a rural gal who had made the mistake of falling in love with the billionaire Master who ruled them all.

And the First Girl, Nina, the one who was Named, ran them like clocks for the Master whose money kept the whole game going. Sometimes girls left, but there were always new heads ready to grow on the thing that was Cerberus.

And there was the Master, playful and sexually charged. He knew what he wanted from the women he bought and he took it. His demands were easy by the standards of the kinky pros he hired, but he had a streak of cruelty that he reserved for the one who loved him.

Visit the world of Cerberus One and get to know the world of pleasure, humiliation and degradation that the elite women of a billionaire's harem live in. It's a contemporary erotic thriller that will leave you on the edge … just as the Master likes to leave his slaves on the edge …

This novelette, the first in the Cerberus series, is just over 10,000 words long.

"Always Pay Your Parking Tickets On Pluterday, Now Available On Amazon

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"Always Pay Your Parking Tickets on Pluterday" is one of those stories that just comes out of nowhere. Well, not TOTALLY out of nowhere, it came out of somewhere, specifically, this image.

I knew there was a story in that image SOMEWHERE, I just didn't know what it was. There was just something about the totally hapless expression on the woman's face that just cracked me up. “Oh, well, I'm being fucked by the person in the leather suit bot in my pussy and my mouth at the same time AGAIN.”

So I just decided, what the hell, I'll pants it. Just sit down and write whatever my subconscious comes up with. Every so often when I do this it feels like someone is in my subconscious telling me a story. This is not the norm.

Most of the time, the voices of my characters are careful constructs. I've detailed before how I use the voices of comedians like Bill Burr (who, in my mind, voiced a character in The Visitor from Incel World or characters from stories whom you might not expect to find in erotica and who've been through some major changes (like Nitro Wilde and Moxie Maven in The Love Invasion who are, respectively, a female asexual genius private eye and a sexy slavegirl private eye who assists her, and who are based, respectively, on Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin). Most of the time I use them for the “voice” of the character, the way they express themselves (though Wilde and Maven are more like fun-house caricatures of Wolfe and Goodwin).

But this was not a constructed character, I did no planning at all. This gleeful, perverted motormouth started up and told the story and all I had to do was write it down.

Really, “Always Pay Your Parking Tickets on Pluterday” has stuff I have never done before. It has, for example, a twisty plot. I generally have plots in my stories, but they're not TWISTY because what's happening in the story is generally far out enough that playing games with it is just gilding the lily.

Also, this is my first gonzo bizarre humor story. I use humor in all my stories, to one degree an another, and in various ways. For example, Princess Slave Girl of Bal-Marduk is a straight-up parody of the primeval insanity that was the Bronze Age, whereas The Adventures of Jenkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter is a the old “virginal prude is forced to encounter extreme sexual depravity a lot” story ramped up to infinity and beyond as future technology takes depravity to new extremes.

Even relatively serious stories like Stolen Collar, Stolen Heart which is basically a young adult contemporary romance set on an alternate world where everyone is kinky, had a lot of parodies of Earth customs, such as dating for young adults being replaced by kidnapping and collaring.

But I've never done bizarre (aka bizarro, aka gonzo) humor before. I hadn't realized I was writing it until after I finished the story. I think you'll get a feel for the tone of the story by comparing three things: the photo that I said this story was inspired by, the “Parks & Recreation” TV series which I was binge-watching while I wrote this and [the cover seen below from the book Santa Claus Conquers the Homophobes”:

They all combined in my subconscious somehow to create the story I wrote.  And though I can't tell you plot details, I can tell you this: hang on, you're in for a wild ride!

This story is over 7,100 words long and is the third story in the “So This Is My Life Now” series.

Emmalina's Rape, Taboo Erotica By Pat Powers, Now On Smashwords

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Everyone -- her own sister, her brother-in-law, her psychiatrist, probably her PARENTS if anybody had asked them -- wanted Emmalina raped!

Emmalina had officially been classified as a Crazy Aunt, living in a room in her sister's house for five years, hiding from all the Masters out there whom she was sure wanted to rape her.

When she'd tried to buy a gun, that had triggered EVERYONE. They thought she would shoot some innocent Master who looked at her the wrong way. She would NEVER do that, she was sure. But nobody believed her, and that is why she wound up bound, gagged and being driven to a stranger's house – not just ANY stranger, a Crazy Uncle! -- to spend an indefinite time as his sex toy, being raped repeatedly while in total bondage!

Emmalina is SURE that being repeatedly raped by Jose the Crazy Uncle will turn her into his mindless love slave, just as the same experience turned her sister, and all other women, really, in to the mindless love slaves of men. Because that was the only explanation for how much they loved the men. (Oh, sure, the men loved THEM, too, but come on, the women were their sex slaves!)

Can Emmalina and Jose find their way to a healthy, natural Master and slavegirl relationship despite their rocky start? You'll just have to read the story to find out.

This story is over 33,000 words long and is part of the Collar World and Scary Aunts & Crazy Uncles series.

Why You Need to Go To Smashwords Not Amazon if You Like Taboo Erotica

If you've been getting your erotica from Amazon and lately you've been disappointed with them, feeling like they're kind of watered down or missing entirely in certain categories, you're absolutely right. You should go to [Smashwords](https://www.smashwords.com/) for your taboo erotica. Here's why:

Amazon has a policy of heavily censoring certain categories of erotica, eliminating some entirely and leaving others so watered down that it's hard to tell what they are.

These categories include incest, rape and bestiality. Rape fantasies, for example, are entirely missing on Amazon. Initially Amazon allowed rape erotica, then forbade it, which caused authors to move to something called “dubcon” which stands for dubious consent in which the heroine submits to sex under pressure, like to save the family farm or get Timmy out of the well or whatever. This didn't last long and then it was off to “reluctant” which is somehow different from dubcon but still pretty much the same, and lasted about as long. Now all the characters in Amazon erotica are 100 percent all for whatever the hell they are doing.

And so if you like rape fantasies, you are not gonna be happy with Amazon. Same with incest and bestiality. Incest went from incest to semi-incest (people related but not by blood having sex) to pseudo-incest (people who only THOUGHT they were related having sex) and now there's pretty much nothing.

I'm not at all up on bestiality on Amazon, but I DO know that even in werewolf erotica there are now rules against the main characters having sex in their wolf form.
So, no bestiality or anything like it on Amazon.

If you enjoy these genres, the good news is, Smashwords still publishes them. You should go to Smashwords and check it out. Because that's where all the authors who write or have written books with that kind of content have gone. And you can get your books there formatted for Kindle, ebook, and frankly, almost any format. Bon appetit.

You could start by enjoying Emmalina's Rape, now on Smashwords.

(If you feel that no one should be allowed to read or publish in taboo erotica genres, read my previous post.)

In Defense of Taboo Erotica, Especially Rape Erotica

(Just by coincidence, I've just released Emmalina's Rape on Smashwords.)

First of all, let me say that I am against actual rape in the real world. The amount of non-consensual sex in the world should be this: none.

That said, we are not talking about rape in the real world here, we're talking about fictional depictions of rape.

So you're against allowing others to write and read taboo erotica, such as rape erotica, incest erotica and bestiality erotica. That's fine, everybody's entitled to their opinions, but yours IS wrong. Here's why:

Reality isn't fantasy, and erotica is fantasy. What's more, most sane human beings know that, in fact, being able to distinguish between reality and fantasy is a condition of sanity.

And almost everyone who reads erotica knows they are enjoying a fantasy, and that the things they're enjoying in their fantasy are not things that they would enjoy in real life. They're just like people who read murder stories, who don't then go out and get involved in actual murders.

Rape erotica would be the prime example here.  Women enjoyed rape fantasies back in the day when there was very little written erotica being published by anyone. The evidence for that is all the romance novels that came out in the Bad Old Days before erotica, with storylines about dashing pirates or bold, handsome Viking warriors abducting innocent women and having their way with them without a by-your-leave, and then, of course, falling in love with them.

This probably does not happen a lot in real life, but it doesn't matter … it's a fantasy. All the anecdotal evidence and what scientific evidence there is indicates that the women who enjoy rape fantasies do not want to be raped in real life. (Plus, common sense if that counts for anything.)

And of course when erotica happened as Amazon.com got going, there were a lot of rape fantasies written and published, until Amazon censored them.  It was a very popular genre. It stands to reason, since most erotica readers are the same women who make up the bulk of romance readers.  They're just getting to read the parts in erotica that were formerly left to their fervid imaginations.

The interesting question is, why is there so much emphasis on censoring erotica when  the vast majority of readers are women? Especially considering that there is no one out there that I know of who claims that women are out there trying to tempt men into raping them in real life – much less that they're doing so because the erotica reading made them want to be raped.

It's almost like erotica doesn't make you  want to participate in rape in real life.

And the irony of it all is, there's little or no censorship of rape in porn films, you know, the sexual entertainment that men, who comprise the vast majority of rapists, like to watch.

So, rape content in the medium that is enjoyed by men, where rapists come from, is not censored at all. But rape content in the medium that is enjoyed by women, where rape victims come from, is heavily censored.

How exactly will that prevent rape again?

It makes very little sense, if you accept the claimed motivations of the people who call for censoring erotica at face value. Which is why I can't accept them at face value.

I think there are just some people, mostly women, who don't want other women to be free to enjoy sexual fantasies that they disapprove of. That's all there is to it. They'd like to restrict men's access to porn in general and rape porn in particular as well, and they've tried to do both of these things, but haven't managed to yet. Good thing because censoring visual porn would very likely increase the frequency of rape in the real world. I kid you not. Read on and find out why.

But it's hard to see how ANY amount of censoring erotica will reduce the amount of rape in the US. (All the evidence is also that censoring visual porn would have  little or no effect on rape incidences as well.)

The same is generally true for bestiality and incest. There's just no logical support that censoring the erotica about them will have any effect in real life. Especially the bestiality erotica about werewolves and dinosaurs, which aren't around to have sex with no matter how good the erotica about it might be.

I'd say if you want to reduce the incidence of rape in the real world, you should try to find some unbiased information about what works best to reduce the incidence of rape.

For example, when internet access (and hence easy access to internet porn) became widespread on a state-by-state basis (which occurred as America built its cable system) a strange thing happened with rapes. They dropped significantly, in every state in perfect unison with the easy access to porn via the Internet..

So widespread access to porn is what people who oppose real-world rape should want, because since 1995 when Internet porn has been widely available in the US, the incidence of rape in the US has gone down 44 percent.

Isn't that great? Feminists should LOVE porn. But somehow, they don't. It's like they don't really care about reducing rape.

(Of course, some will argue that this reduction in rape with increased access to Internet porn could be coincidence, not causation, but they are resisting common sense. I mean, say you're the sheriff of a Western state and fifty banks have been robbed in that state, once a week or so, and Jesse James showed up in each town where there had been a robbery during the week in which its bank got robbed. You might not have proof that Jesse James did it … it COULD be a coincidence. But you'd be a piss-poor excuse for a sheriff if you didn't take it as a working hypothesis that Jesse James robbed those banks and acted accordingly.)

Yes, I'm saying some feminists (not ALL feminists) are piss-poor excuses for rape opponents. They want to power trip over other women and they DON'T accept the strong evidence that access to porn decreases the incidence of rape, because they DON'T LIKE PORN, even if ignoring the facts and censoring porn means MORE REAL WORLD RAPE OF WOMEN.

If feminists were serious about decreasing real-world rape, they be PUSHING porn, big-time.

I honestly don't think rape erotica is the culprit here, for the reasons I just set forth. That's why I'm comfortable writing rape erotica and publishing it. The same would be true of incest erotica and bestiality erotica, too, if I were to write and publish them. So if you can convince me that rape erotica leads to rape, I'll stop.

Ball's in your court.

"Earth: The Love Invasion" Now Available on Amazon

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Star Treque: Attack of the Kinky Slave Girls! -- An Erotic Parody (Collar World Book 6) Now On Amazon

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I enjoyed parodying "Late Night On Onion Station" so I thought I'd give parody another shot, this time a SLIGHTLY better-known property, "Star Trek." I'm a fan, watched TOS, the Next Generation and some episode of Voyager and Enterprise, as well as all of the movies. I even married a woman who went to Dragoncon wearing a tribble suit. I didn't marry her FOR that reason, but it should be noted that it didn't deter me in the slightest, in fact, it was cool to me.

So I felt fully qualified to parody Star Trek. I decided to base my parody on TOS, because let's face it, there's a LOT of room for parody there. Most especially sexual parody, since The Original Series was an unreconstructed product of the sixties, with Captain Kirk jumping on any green-skinned alien woman he can find and Lt. Baskethead (I mean, Rand) sexing up the show for no particular reason, a task soon taken over by Nichelle Nichols.

I didn't entirely confine myself to TOS characters, I included Lieutenant Worf (Lt. Rorf Woof in my story) from Next Generation mainly because I was going to have Klingons, too, and he would come in handy for several reasons.

For the same reason, I had an Orion slave girl ("Aurion" in my story) as a cultural attache on the crew, helping integrate the Orions into the Federation, or as I called it, the Agglomeration. When they encountered the Empire of the Collar (essentially, Collar World in space with gigantic men, because why the hell not?) the Participation Prize crew would naturally call on an Aurion slave girl for advice on how to deal with such a sexy menace.

Especially since the Empire of the Collar is technologically far in advance of both the Agglomeration and the Klingons (“Klaxons” in my story). It would have made an interesting story for Star Trek, except of course that Star Trek would never have been sex-positive and kink-positive.

And of course, being an erotic parody I was free to follow the sexiest, kinkiest elements of the story as far as I wanted to, which was very far, indeed. And I did not neglect the humor either, I had a LOT of fun with story and characters.

It's a shame media Trek could never follow where I have gone before. I've been to science fiction conventions, I've SEEN what the fan base gets up to, left on their own. They would have loved it. In the meantime, there's my parody, I'm hoping fans will love it. Maybe you will, too. Either way, live long and pump her.

Why Did I Write A Parody Of the EarthCent Ambassador Series?

So, my new novelette, "Late Nights At Onion Station" is a parody of the EarthCent Ambassador series by I.M. Foner.

I have not done any parodies before, though it's very clear I like humor and I read a LOT. Almost all of my stories have been completely original works, no fannish stuff among them. I have my own stories to tell, thankyewverymuch, and although I've taken some humorous jabs at this and that, I've never outright parodied anything.

And like most parodists, I'm a fan of what I'm parodying. I've read and enjoyed the entire EarthCent Ambassador series. But the definition of “parody” explains why I did it: “a parody targets or mimics an original work to make a point.” And I wrote “Late Nights At Onion Station” to make a point about something that bothered me about the original work: its libertarianism. I'm more of a socialist.

The libertarianism in the Earthcent Ambassador series is very subtle, well buried in the story. But once you see it, you can't unsee it: the EarthCent Ambassador series is a pure libertarian fantasy at heart. There are little clues: the protagonist, despite being the chief representative of humans on Union Station, is paid very little money, so little that she lives in a slummy area of the human sector of Union Station and has to save up money to buy a comfy chair.

Why is she paid so little despite her important government position? Because she's a government official, of course, and government is not important in libertarian fantasy land. While the protagonist of Union Station makes so little money that the food at diplomatic receptions is an important part of her diet, all her friends and acquaintances who are independent businesspeople make huge amounts of money from their activities. They can't do anything at all without making huge piles of money. Because they're independent entrepreneurs, you see: the good guys.

As a socialist, this was annoying, but what was REALLY annoying was the usual libertarian obliviousness to the fate of those who don't work out well in his paradise. This is in face my major problem with libertarianism in general: their focus is always on those who succeed in libertarian society, with a general feeling that almost anyone can succeed if you put forth a little effort, gosh darn it!

Most libertarians, in fact, have little or no interest in what happens to those who don't do well in their libertarian fantasy. Often you get a sense that they would be fine with people who aren't good bargainers in the free and open markets starving to death and dying, that they would happily kick their bodies aside on their way to the bank.

You can see this by the way libertarian authors focus on the successes in their stories and ignore the losers. The successful entrepreneurs who make scads of money and get loads of power in their lives are the FUN part of the libertarian fantasy. Of course that's who gets all the attention in a libertarian story.

But if you don't pay attention to what happens to all the other people in your society, you're basically building a hell on Earth, and honestly, that's what I think most libertarians are doing. They don't WANT to create a hell on Earth, any more than the original Communists wanted to create the Soviet Union from Imperial Russia, but as the Soviet Union demonstrated (and China) if you're at all sloppy in thinking about how you get to your paradise, you can so very, very easily wind up with a dictatorship or an oligarchy that commits crimes against humanity without so much as blinking.

And libertarians are even worse than Communists in this respect. They really, really don't want to deal seriously with the hard part of their fantasy, which is how do you handle the people who don't do so well in the free and open marketplace? The phrase “ideological blinders” was invented for this phenomenon. Libertarians are like architects who want to build a skyscraper that will truly scrape the clouds, but have little or no interest in building a solid foundation.

The problem is, when you look at any group of human beings statistically, for almost any set of abilities and skills, including success in business, if you graph the results it forms a bell curve, with the bulk of people falling in the middle of the curve, and a considerable portion (half, even!) falling on the wrong side of the halfway mark. That being the case, you need to ensure that your system, whatever it is, provides a decent standard of living to the people who fall on that wrong side, not just the lucky winners.

Just assuming that everyone will magically be above average in a libertarian scheme is ridiculous, but a lot of libertarians do just that.

I think the reason that libertarians aren't willing to address the “ground floor” issues is that it may require making an exception to their rule that every problem can be solved by the invisible hand of an unfettered marketplace.

It might require some crude actions like taxing the very rich and successful (the beneficiaries of the invisible hand) at higher rates to fund housing, food and medical care for the poor. It might require, in short, some form of socialism.

It's time to call the belief that the invisible hand of the marketplace can solve all social problems and allow people to live free of government of any kind what it is: magical thinking.

And that's what really bugs me about libertarians, that they let this magical thinking fuck them up time and time again, because you know, if they took the time and effort to work out how a libertarian society could help the losers in the marketplace, they might just have a robust ideology that could compete successfully with democratic socialism.

But they can't, they won't and they don't, and so they remain a fringe, though a markedly more successful fringe than their ideology deserves, because many parts of it (the economic parts) dovetail very nicely with traditional conservatism. Most especially the part about not giving a rat's ass about losers in their system.

And so you have many, many science fiction books written with this profoundly dumb, magical thinking, wish fulfillment hoo-ha presented as a wonderful basis for a society to exist on.

I found a very nice way to dramatize the problems with libertarianism in the story. I also manage to point out how adherence to libertarian principles makes one inherently blind to the suffering of others. And I ramped it all up to 11, to make it funny. And by damn, it IS funny. Some of the best humor comes from annoyance. I hope you enjoy it.

Somebody Has Written A Parody of "Date Night On Union Station" and I'm Pretty Sure It Was Me

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If you LOVED Date Night On Union Station (Book 1 of the EarthCent Ambassador series) you'll LOVE Late Nights On Onion Station the sexy, sexy parody of "Date Night on Union Station" written by the infamous Pat Powers, author of Crazy Aunts and Scary Uncles and Jenkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter.

Onion Station lies in the outermost reaches of human-explored space, a gigantic artifact created by the alien Zuks, artificial intelligences that are so badly programmed that they are extreme libertarians. They run Onion Station with a fine disregard for safety, comfort and well-being of the various alien species that dwell in their station, including the humans.

But it's the beings who live in Onion Station that make it the unique, exciting and strange place that it is, and when the Earth Ambassador to Onion Station starts dating an actual human man (much to her mother's relief) everything changes on Onion Station. This simple act of dating will bring together a fascinating group of characters:

Kitty Reinhardt, the human ambassador to Onion Station, is totally dedicated to her work. She earns the 25 cents an hour that the tight-fisted Zuks pay her the hard way, i.e., attending diplomatic receptions and helping Earth firms negotiate trade deals with the many other alien races in Zuk space. She's proud of what she does for humans in her role as ambassador (but it is too bad about the starving people who die regularly in the lower corridors of the human sector of Onion Station). But it's her relationship with her more than just comfortable chair that is a source of deep shame to her, even though she's not at all guilty about her taste for kinky maledom/femsub bondage sex.

Mike Bonus, the trader with a heart of gold who buys the contracts of starving humans by the dozens on the cheap at Onion Station and sells them off to slave traders on crapsack worlds for a fat profit – and who is revered as a saint by the humans whose contracts he sells.

Kitty Reinhardt's chair, which seems sentient to Kitty, given that it converses with her and does things to her that previously were confined to safely nonsentient machines like vibrators -- but which the Zuks SWEAR is not sentient.

The Sisters of Mercy, who rescue starving humans crawling through the mean corridors of Union Station ... but whom many starvelings would describe as anything BUT merciful.

Dweezil the Dreddarian, a six-limbed otterlike alien with a sharp eye for info-trading and a very commercial approach to friendship.

The Fringe, treelike aliens who have a taste for Earth epiphytes to hang in their canopies.

And the Zuks, the artificial intelligences who run Onion Station and live in fear of the massive artificial intelligence that runs the station itself, because it's definitely one of your more godlike artificial intelligences, and it's just as benevolent as the Zuks who created it.

But most of all, you'll have fun, and lots of it, as a favorite series is parodied senseless by someone who has read and enjoyed every book in the series.

What can I say, I'm a sucker for space opera!

So go ahead, dig in already. And if you have not read "Date Night on Union Station" go ahead, get over there, dig in, you'll enjoy it! The whole series is on Kindle Unlimited! It's sexless, but it's fun. And "Late Nights On Onion Station" well, it provides all the kinky sex an adult mind needs to ... adult ... and it's ALSO on Kindle Unlimited!

Two Great Books About Feminists On Alternate Worlds

So, I noticed that Annalee Newitz, one of the founders of IO9, has written a science fiction novel about feminists engaged in a war with misogynists over control of their timeline. Feminists on alternate worlds, gee, sounds familiar ... wonder where I've encountered that before? Oh, right, I just wrote a book with the exact same theme (though a very different approach).

Of course, Annalee Newitz is someone with a little name recognition, and her book is being published by a traditional publisher with all sorts of marketing clout, whereas I am an unknown outside a circle of deeply disturbed fans (Go, fans!) an indie publisher whose only marketing clout is his wits, which is to say, virtually none.

So I decided to emulate traditional publishers and hitch my wagon to a star! (I mean, really, I don't know HOW many publishers announced that THEIR darling's latest magnum opus romance with just barely enough kink to it to even be noticeable was "The Next Fifty Shades of Gray." But I know it was practically all of them.)

So here's my latest publicity effort for my books. Note that I am promoting Newitz's book, too. Just bein' a stand-up guy:

Have you read The Future of Another Timeline by Annalee Newitz? (Sadly, not availabe on KU) It's about a group of brave feminists at war misognyists to control their timeline, protecting womankind from a future that makes “The Handmaid's Tale” look like a picnic.

Want another book about feminists on alternate worlds? Try The Visitor From Incel World by Barry Anderson, which is totally available on KU!

Thanks to Barry Anderson, you don't have to wait for Ms. Newitz to get around to writing a sequel. In “The Visitor From Incel World,” Ariana Heppelwhite, a gender studies grad student at Lacy Swanson Women's College, is caught in the aftermath of a physics experiment gone wrong and catapulted into another world, which she names Collar World because all the women in it run around naked except for their collars. And their cuffs. And their shackles.

Ariana finds this an alarming sort of world, and a confusing world. And the inhabitants feel the same way about her, with her tales of crazed incel rapist wannabes everywhere and child armies and constant warfare and sex and money being intertwined. Earth, which they named Incel World in honor of its bizarre sexual practices, frightens them. They fear invasion by the barbaric hordes of Incel World, and some of them, being very logical, decide that they should kill Ariana so she can't return to Incel World and tell them about Collar World!

Will Ariana survive? Can she change Collar World by teaching the women of Collar World how great it is to be equals with men in all things? And what about the surprisingly appealing incel (a phrase she ever expected to use) she met back in Bayport?

Only one way to find out: get the book … it's free on Kindle Unlimited. And if you haven't read “The Future of Another Timeline by Newitz, get it, too. You can't have too much mind-bending SF.