"Sword and Submission" Is Now On Sale at Smashwords!

 

"I, state your name..." Princess Zindra submits to King Horth. Click on the cover to be whisked to Smashwords where you can buy the book!

Here's the blurb!

 When King Mardag of Canoris rode out to conquer the neighboring kingdom of Zandor and give the upstart mountain barbarian King Horth a much-needed beheading, a quick victory was anticipated by all.

Instead, the result was a disastrous defeat resulting in the death of King Mardag and many of his warriors, and the capture of all the rest. In no time King Horth had conquered Mardag’s castle and very nearly captured Queen Lissandra. Horth did capture Mardag’s daughter, Princess Zindra, in the midst of a pitched battle in the throne room.

Horth and his wife and slave Queen Simora (it’s complicated) wasted no time in stripping, binding and collaring Zindra and seeing that she was enslaved and publicly raped, which in those days was the humanitarian thing to do to a captured princess.

Zindra failed to see any humanitarian motive in all this, but one good thing happened. When Zindra had been stripped they had removed the chastity belt she’d been locked in since puberty, and she was pretty darned sick of it since it had been ten very long, very horny, very unsatisfied years without so much as a single orgasm. Hence, Zindra discovered the joy of sex all at once and very intensely and repeatedly. It was the only part of the whole being overthrown situation that worked for her, frankly.

When Zindra realized she was a slave now and that she would be owned by someone or other for the rest of her life, she was certain that all her chances at a happy life were over. But then Zindra met the mighty warrior Faswik and something passed between them and it wasn’t just the usual gooey stuff. Neither of them knew what it was. But it changed both their lives forever.

Read this 41,000 word novel and find out how it all happened. You’ll be glad you did.

Crosstime Sex Slave: The Underpinnings

 

"Crosstime Sex Slave" is now on sale on Smashwords. Just $2.99 for this 25,000 word novella!

I wrote Crosstime Sex Slave with the intention of creating a platform for writing short stories, novelettes and novellas with sexual bondage rape scenes. It seemed simple enough. And I think I did a great job. Too good of a job in fact.

So I invented the planet Gork, which if you think it looks just like Gor with a “k” added, you’re a very suspicious person. Gork is not Gor however, except for being a totally sexist slaveholding culture. But Gork is technologically advance, not just beyond Gor, which, let’s admit it, is a VERY low bar, but also beyond Earth and even beyond Collar World, which IS saying something.

The Gorks have crosstime technology that allows them to travel between alternate timelines, and they use it to raid other timelines for comely young female sex slaves, which are the best for cishet males in a depraved slaveholding culture.

In addition, the Gorks have advanced medical nanotech that allows them to take over and control the nervous systems of their captives, making them willing and able to do whatever they are told.

They also have medical tech that lets the local slaves live for 200 years, looking young and healthy and beautiful for 195 of those years.

And the slavegirls spend most of those 195 years of beauty having sex with whoever fucks them, without any choice at all about who it is or what kind of sex it is.

You’d think this would make them all grumpy and unhappy, or to be more realistic, angry and murderous/suicidal. However, the nanotech implants in the slaves’ nervous systems keep them feeling relaxed and happy about whatever is done to them, and whatever they do. It’s a truly fiendish thing. The slaves are not even allowed to be upset by their situation. They literally CAN’T be upset. If you ordered one to crawl into a wood chipper they’d happily, relaxedly do it. Until they got chopped up.

The implants also include oral clits and anal clits and a generally juiced-up (so to speak) response to any sexual activity. Sex is overwhelmingly powerful for them as well, and orgasms are multiple by default.

And the progress of the story is the protagonist discovering all these features during her time on Gork.

And all of this is set up in the beginning of the story, so no real spoilers here. Because there’s some twists and turns to the story, and you’ll just have to read it to learn it.

Anyway, that’s why the cover and promotional art features naked women wearing big happy grins, surrounded by drunken college students. It’s an accurate image of what goes on! But what is going on is still fiendish.

Rape Erotica Novelette “Your Body Or Your Life” Now Available on Smashwords

 

You can get the book on Smashwords by clicking on this link. No links to Amazon, they don't do taboo erotica.

Here’s the short blurb for you blurb fiends:

Penny Paxton’s peaceful life among the Free Foragers of the Forest is rudely interrupted when the Patriarchal Raiders raid her village and capture her. She winds up tied to a bed deep in the passion pits of the Maledom Dominion, a sex slave. What is the ultimate secret that will allow her to escape her life of endless forced sexual bondage and rape? Read this 15,000 word novelette and find out!

OK, here’s the straight skinny on this story. My previous short story, Butterfly went over a freaking cliff, that’s the story. It went over a cliff on Amazon. It went over a cliff on Smashwords. I’m not going to report the numbers, they’re embarrassing even to me. He’ll they’d be embarrassing to my goldfish if I had one.

Thing is, “Butterfly” was a pretty clean story. Clean, hell, it was WHOLESOME for being a kinky erotic romance. Tons of explicit maledom/femsub sex with lots of sexual bondage of course, but everybody in the story was totally onboard with what was going on and having a wonderful time. Dancing, eating out (the restaurant kind!) and tons of fun, exciting consensual sex.

And that’s how I marketed it, as a fun, clean, wholesome sexual bondage romance. And it went over a cliff on Amazon. And it went over a cliff on Smashwords. I mean, publishing that story was like dropping a penny down a well and never hearing the “splash.” If it weren’t for the fact that I have considerable backmatter built up, I might not have had any sales at all. Jeebus.

And that’s why “Your Body Or Your Life” is such a rapefest. It starts off with sex slave rape and proceeds to a mass capture and kidnapping with a public mass virgin gang rape. Consensuality? The characters in my story never experience it. Hell, they never HEARD OF it.

And me being me I added an ending that will Ruin… er, Change… Everything and force readers to re-evaluate the entire structure of modern society, something not normally found in hardcore nonconsensual rape erotica, but lemme tell ya… it works!

The rape erotica takes place in part of a mythical (because I just made it up) 1990s B movie that’s like most of those B-movies where the Peaceful Forest Dwellers’ village gets attacked by Grubby Raiders. We’ve all seen them, the Peaceful Forest Dwellers are all standing around in filmy togas grooving on how sweet they’ve got it hanging around in the forest, then the Grubby Raiders ride in, generally on horses, sometimes in SUVs or jeeps or motorcycles (curiously, almost never on bicycles) and they start beating, killing, robbing, kidnapping and raping everyone, as Grubby Raiders do.

I don’t have any brief for or against consensuality per se. Some stories consensuality works in, others it doesn’t. Some stories demand both nonconsensuality and consensuality (such as all the trad romances where the pirate rapes the main character and then falls in love with her, i.e., bodice rippers). I kind of hate that publishers push so hard to keep things consensual. What, do they think that the generally female readers who enjoy rape fantasies constitute some kind of danger to the public? It’s insane. Fantasy is fantasy, reality is reality. Readers can tell; most women who enjoy rape fantasy stories have NO interest in being raped in reality. Why can’t prudes and publishers tell?

Anway, we’ll see how this one does. It’s 15,000 words long and about 10,000 of those words is kidnapping and rape scenes with bondage throughout. Woo-hoo!

The only downside here is that trying to promote a story like this is like walking a minefield. On this blog I can write frankly about what the story is about, but on other media I have to tiptoe carefully lest prudes take offense and get whatever promotional effort I’m making censored. The social media providers are not at all concerned abut what’s fair or reasonable, what’s fantasy and what’s not. They just stomp reflexively if anyone complains, fair or not.

Still this is the sort of story that should attract readers all by its lonesome. We shall see.

(Note: in its first day of sales, "Your Body Or Your Life" has doubled the sales of "Butterfly" in the three weeks since its release. And the backmatter sales have been great. I think I have my answer as to which sort of story sells better.)

Junie Jameson, Snoopy Reporter's Secret Structure

  The origins of Junie Jamieson's story aren't hard to figure out if you know anything about mainstream bondage imagery. WAAAAAY before there was porn, guys were getting very into Lois Lane's habit of constantly getting tied to chairs (mostly) by gangsters, necessitating her rescue by Superman, in both the comics and the ancient TV series.

The snoopy reporter who has to get put on ice is a very old trope and if I wanted to use it, I had to figure out ways to make it new. It was easy, though. I just updated it to modern times, and had some fun with the trope while I was at it. 

For example, snoopy reporters in the old days were just tied to chairs because that's what you did with snoopy reporters. You certainly didn't shoot them! But I had the gangsters in my story all ready to kill Junie out of hand for eavesdropping on them. The only reason she gets tied to a chair is that a gangster who's doing a little background investigating on her via a laptop discovers her blog and when he tells the boss she's a socialist atheist progressive -- in other words, a looney lefty -- the crime boss decides that killing her is not necessary because no one with any power is apt to give any credibility to her at all. No one will believe her, in short. Especially since her only publication outlet is her blog, which is, as the gangster describes it, "read only by three cows in a cornfield."

Yes, tropes are fun. Also, in the comics and TV shows and the old movies, the snoopy reporter is always rescued/escapes before the Worst can happen. Well, not in my story. The worst happens, and it happens a LOT before she gets away. I mean, a lot a lot. What's more, she ... kinda likes it. A lot.

But that's not where the fun ends. The no-good that the crime boss is up to involves an operation in which he uses a bunch of phony consultants to absorb every penny of the tax money that has been designated to build a network of bike paths in Century City. All the money goes into "consultants" who write papers, but not a foot of bike path ever gets built.

It might seem outrageous, but of course it's not: it's already being done, and on a much grander scale than my dinky urban bike path scam. California has a high-speed bullet train project from LA to San Francisco  that has absorbed $10 billion in taxpayer money, and practically nothing has been, um ... built. All the money has gone to consultants. California even hired consultants to oversee the consultants, then commissioned a study on why nothing was happening, one conclusion of which was, California needed to stop hiring consultants to watch consultants ("who might not have the best interests of the state in mind") and hire people who worked directly for the state instead.

Ya don't say, Einstein?

The whole thing is so outrageous that it makes my crime boss' bike path scheme seem penny-ante, though the crime boss thinks he's hot stuff. As he says, "I didn't get to be the crime lord of Century City by actually building stuff when I'm paid to build stuff!"

Yes, writing has its pleasures.