Such Hungry Slavegirls

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A Great Promo Video from Kling AI And A Couple of Very Bad Videos

I started this Kling video by removing the text from my book cover art, getting this image.

The original artwork. Surely the basis for an interesting video!

Watch it and weep... for joy! On my third attempt I got this very usable video. The prompt for this one was: "A room filled with smoke, lit by red light, with women screaming as men enter the room firing weapons. One woman dangles from the ceiling kicking her legs wildly, one woman lies still on the floor, another woman is bent over, frozen in fear."

The first time I ran the art through Kling AI I went with a simple, straightforward prompt: "A room filled with smoke, lit by red light, with women screaming and struggling to escape as men enter the room firing weapons at other men." and I got this:

This is actually a pretty good video. Except for the woman in the foreground who kinda... deflates. I did not ask for that! But I do like the way the blonde's expression changes, and the way that bit of drool dangling from her chin sways as she sways. Interesting stuff! But unusable because of Deflating Woman. 

This one KINDA works, but although the woman in the foreground doesn't deflate as severely as in the last video, she does deflate some. And why does the soldier stick his rifle barrel in the butt of the woman lying on the floor? I did not ask for that! Let her pine for the fjords in peace! Prompt for this one was: "A room filled with smoke, lit by red light, with women screaming and struggling to escape as men enter the room firing weapons. One woman dangles from the ceiling kicking her legs wildly, one woman lies still on the floor, another woman is bent over, collapsing as she is shot."

Finally I came up with the prompt you see in the first video, which did "work" for me and I hope it works for you. That concludes our lesson in Bad AI Videos for today!

Slave Girls Of Outer Space Part 1 Free On Smashwords

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Jinkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter: The Story on Durango 3 Now on Smashwords

 

You can get the novella here for $1.99

Da blurb:

"I'm going to be a WHAT? A sex reporter? And my beat is going to be WHAT?”

Those are the first words of newly hired reporter Jinkie Jenkins, right out of journalism school, when her editor, Grabthar Assurilogan of the Interstellar Inquirer, put her on the Sylphs of Space beat, aka the sex beat. Jinkie was outraged. She wanted to cover the crime beat, specifically, she wanted to investigate the most exciting story in the Human Quadrant, the kidnapping of an entire planet.

But Assurilogan insisted that she was on the sex beat, take it or leave it, and Jinkie was a reporter, darn it, so she took the sex beat, even though she was from a planet where women were encouraged not to think about sex, much less have sex, prior to marriage. And since moving offplanet, she had stayed true to her planet's sex values, or tried to.

Yet here she was, a sex reporter, and on the Sylphs of Space beat, yet!

Sylphs were a popular cultural phenomenon on most planets, sex-positive, submissive women who liked playing at being sex slaves and other things. And thanks to advanced nanotech that let them shape their bodies and minds to suit their desires, play they did. Bound and gagged and chained and collared, they played with gusto at pleasure. People were fascinated by the doings of sylphs and the people who played with them, which is why they were a staple of sex reporting.

On her first assignment, Yahoo City on the rural planet of Durango 3, Jinkie will find all sorts of people. There will be her local guide Pea Eye the woman wrangler, the most masculine man she has ever met. There will be hotmeat, the wise sylph. There will be hucow stampedes and barroom brawls. And there will be her editor Grabthar, harrying her via interstellar holograms about the chaos that Jinkie leaves in her wake as she covers the sex lives of cowboys, hucows and ponygirls on Durango 3.

Can innocent and chaste Jinkie cover the story of of this wild women of outer space without being overwhelmed by the libidinous promptings of her long-stifled sex urges? And will Jinkie ever make any progress in breaking the planet kidnapping story open?

You'll just have to read this lighthearted, sexy space opera to find out. It's a little over 23,000 words. If you're looking for a funny science fiction novella set in an interstellar empire where human beings use nanotech to alter their bodies and minds to suit their fun, kinky sexual urges, you've found it!

This book is part 1 of the Jinkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter trilogy. Stay tuned for Part 2: Jinkie Jenkins on Sexquest Station.

"The Road to Aquibonya" Now on Amazon

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I've written another erotica short with an actual plot. When will I learn? But I did include a helluva sex scene. To wit:

People tried to warn the mage Crom Agnon when he bought a dozen Immortal slave girls at the Immortal Gardens slave auction and headed out of town on the Vanyita Trail the next day.

They told him that between the outlaws and the supernatural creatures that infested the woodlands around the trail, and most of all the dozen Immortal slave girls, that he would not survive to see the next day.

But Crom Agnon was no ordinary mage, and he had bought a dozen of the hottest, kinkiest, most dangerous slave girls known to man for a reason. Well, two reasons. One was exactly the reason you'd expect a man to have for buying hot, kinky slave girls. The other, almost rational reason was related to his plan to journey to a remote town in neighboring Aquibonya, where he would face one of the most fearsome supernatural entities known to mankind -- if he lived to get there.

Note: this story contains a sex scene that is almost 10,000 words long. Sex addiction, blindness and hairy palms are NOT the responsibility of the author or the publisher. Also, this story has been infested with humor. You have been warned! You may take such warnings lightly, but being sex addicted, blind, hairy-palmed and laughing your a** off is no way to go through life.

This story is 26,000 words long and exists outside any known universe.

Now go forth, my minions, and buy this book! There are almost 30,000 subscribers on my Reddit.com subreddit! If only HALF of them buy this book, that means I get ... lessee, carry the 2, divide by 7.348, multiply by -1.45 ... LEBENTY MILLION DOLLARS!?! Go forth, my minions! Buy! Buy! Buy! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Confused Sex Slaves

"Please, Master, it's not what it looks like! By the way, Master ... what does it look like? Really, we've got no idea what we're supposed to be doing here ... are we being lesbians or what?" Image source: WhippedAss.com.

The Human Commodity Reviewed

Nice work on censoring the nipples there. If Smith paid someone more than twenty bucks to do this cover they got screwed, cause I doubt it took more than half an hour's work. Image source: the Interwebs.
Human Commodity by Candace Smith is a book I bought recently on Amazon. I was hooked, frankly, by the storyline. It was absolutely compelling: in the near future the world is wracked by second economic collapse even worse than the one in 2007. (A very credible storyline, as Washington has failed to control the derivatives market that brought the economy down in 2007.) All the stock markets are locked in the doldrums, up arrows are not appearing by any firm's names and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

That is, until an evil young economist figures out that legalizing prostitution could easily lead to commoditizing women, and that women sold as slaves could be the hot new market that will bring the economy back into the pink, so to speak. Meanwhile, a feminist group is working hard to stop this new commodities market, even risking their daughters to stop it.

Damn, that's good plotting. I have seen SO MANY stories where the background is a simple, unimaginative set-up for the sex -- Arab has girl captive in his tent, mysterious rich man enslaves poor girl, etc. etc. -- and HERE is an interesting scenario indeed. And with maledom/femsub bondage as well ... oh, I spent the $6.45 (kinda high for a 143 page story) figuring what the hell, it would be an interesting read, one way or another.

I was of course, hoping for an incredibly enthralling read, with the sort of sexual bondage scenes that engrave themselves in your mind with their sheer hotness and brilliance, combined with a plot that pulls you irresistably from one scene to the next, and characters who live in your mind well after you've read them.

I didn't get that. No surprise, there is not a hell of a lot of that around. The sexual bondage scenes just were not all that hot to me, and although Smith definitely followed through with the plot and the storyline, there were places where she expects us not to notice some fairly obvious flaws. One of the most egregious: the women are enslaved in the time-honored capitalist method, via contract. Adult women can contract themselves out as slaves, and parents can contract their girls out when they turn 18. (Which adds a very DIFFERENT feel to a girl's 18th birthday, with the economy in the pits, which to her credit, Smith plays up very nicely in the book's opening scene.)

But here's the place where the plotting gets weak: there's a HUGE commodity market in women, enough to get the global economy restarted, and one of the ways in which it's made acceptable is that there is a fiction that the women are working as personal assistants, maids, housecleaners, etc., for the wealthy. But unlike personal assistants, maids, housekeepers, etc., their friends and family never hear from them or see them again. They utterly vanish. That's mostly because, of course, as soon as the human commodity firm gets the contract and the woman in house, off go her clothes, on go the collars and shackles and she's hustled off to their commodity training center for some hardcore sexual bondage slave training.

But the story completely glosses over this point. I imagine that there would be MASSIVE media curiousity about commoditized women in the first place, if they vanished from human ken after being commoditized, the media scrutiny would be overwhelmingly intense. Not a word about it, which was enough to break my suspension of disbelief, and I've got a MASSIVE suspension of disbelief.

Another bit that broke my disbelief suspension and also fucked up my transmission pretty bad: so you've commoditized women as sex slaves, how is that boosting the economy? Basically most young people get commoditized as it is in one way or another when they enter the job market, they just aren't purchased wholesale, they just rent out their labor. So how is wealthy people buying women going to create new money? It's not.

But it was the sexual bondage that was the most disappointing. Granted, women were forced to strip naked, get collared and cuffed, suck cock, get whipped, be caged, all that good stuff, but there wasn't much of an erotic connection between the women and their captors/trainers. The torment was sexualized, but not eroticized. The torments were like 1984-style breaking of human beings using sexual tortures rather than purely physical and psychological torture. The women were not submissives, and not portrayed as such.

And nowhere in the novel does anyone form a close emotional relationship. The commodity traders are all heartless bastards. The trainers as well. The feminists who oppose them are portrayed as crazed (really, their children call them the OTRs, for Off Their Rockers) and shrill. The women who are sold into slavery are just standard victims, suckers who get played into signing themselves into slavery (even though they do not understand the way the slavery works). There is one group of characters who are portrayed relatively sympathetically, but there's still no character in the entire book I could regard as a sympathetic heroine.

The bondage and dominance behavior therefore just was not sexy to me. The BOOK was not sexy to me. And that was its major failure. The sex slaves were women who had literally been tormented and terrified into accepting their slavery, there was no sense that they enjoyed it – they were sucking cock on demand out of simple fear. It just was. not. sexy.

And the thing is, I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted to like this book. And the book was strong on plotting, for an erotic story. But even in Human Commodity, the plot kept breaking my disbelief suspension. The biggest, most powerful feminist organization opposing the slavers consisted of half a dozen dead broke, crazed women? REALLY? What happened to feminism? No politicians got bought to make the sex slavery legally feasible? REALLY? Since when does America work that way?

Human Commodity might have been a feminist warning of the future under controlling corporate overlords, sort of a corporate Handmaid's Tale with lots of sexy bondage and dominance thrown in. That could have been fun. Or it could have been a bit of crapulent wallowing in anti-feminism and misogyny with the bad guys doing one awful bit of sexy corporate malfeasance after another throughout the story, then briefly getting their comeuppance in the end, with the good guys (and gals) enjoying happy maledom/femsub sex forever after. That could have been fun. But having read Human Commodity, I'm still not sure exactly what the author was trying to do. After all the plot points had been played out, we're left with so much human misery as a consequence that it hardly matters that the bad guys suffer too.

I am glad I bought and read Human Commodity because if I had not, there would have been some intolerable itching of my curiosity to know if it was what I thought it might have been. I know now that it's not, so there's that. I just wish I hadn't had to spend $6.95 to find out.

The Political Gets Sexual, And Vice Versa

Believe it or not, this is a statue of a sex slave.  Image source: Wikimedia.
The flying monkeys have been very confused this week. They've brought back an awful lot of political news, but I just didn't have the heart to shoot them because it was clearly labelled bondage news.

First off is the story associated with the image above: South Koreans have set up a statue of a Korean comfort woman outside the Japanese embassy. Seems that the Japanese army kidnapped tens of thousands of Korean women to use as "comfort women," i.e., sex slaves, for the troops. Perhaps you think the Koreans are kind of harping on something that happened 60 years ago, but you'd be wrong. Seems the Japanese have been very, very slow to admit their culpability with regard to the wholesale murdering, torturing and raping they did during World War II, even though everybody else in the world knows what they did.

So rather than harping on an old wound the Koreans are giving the Japanese a well-deserved poke in the eye for refusing to acknowledge their guilt. If the Japanese had been able to man up and admit their culpability like the Germans did after World War II, this would be harping. But as things stand now, it's not.

Update: The Japanese still refuse to admit their culpabity for the mass kidnapping and sex slavery of (mostly) Korean women, and as a result cities all over the world are putting up duplicates of the Korean "comfort woman" statue to make the eye-poking even more powerful. There's even a city in Georgia, USA that has one. And until the Japanese admit their guilt and apologize, they deserve every bit of the contempt they are being showered with.

Are Waitresses Slave Girls?

"Hi, I'm Maggie Gyllenhaal, I'll be your paga waitress tonight. What would you ...? The alcove? Yes master, right away master." (Grumble Grumble.) "Doesn't anybody eat or drink anything when they go to a restaurant any more?"
For October 12 we update Bondagerotica with an article which answers a question no one has ever asked, except for harried waitresses on busy nights: "Are Waitresses Slave Girls?" We pay particular attention to the concept of paga slaves as developed by John Norman in his Gor novels, as a demonstration of what waitressing would be like if waitresses WERE sex slaves. We don't particularly address what would happen if Maggie Gyllenhaal were a paga slave confined to an alcove for a customer, as seen above. We leave that as an exercise for our readers. Don't wear yourselves out!