"Jinkie Jenkins On Sexquest Station" Now on Smashwords

 

You can get it here for just $1.99!

This is a port of a story I wrote for Amazon, the main difference is the cover I did for this one. But I am very pleased with the way the cover came out, especially the sexy, sexy smile on the slavegirl (It's Jinkie's slave hotmeat, not Jinkie herself, who is pictured, as Jinkie is not all that knowing). Here's da full blurb:

The filthiest sex hole in the galaxy! Harsh words indeed to describe a quiet little sexual amusement park set up on a giant space station, but that's how reporter Jinkie Jenkins of the Interstellar Inquirer felt about it after a few hours spent reporting on the goings-on at Sexquest Station.

Jinkie's sexually voracious slave girl hotmeat, who came along to help virginal Jinkie out with the sexy stuff, was all over Sexquest Station. That's because Sexquest Station swarmed with sylphs, as naked consensual sex slave girls were called in the parlance of the Human Quadrant. The sylphs and their owners did one sexy thing after another. There were naked dildo jacks and smiling contests (to see which sylph could keep a smile on her face the longest while being sexually molested) and there was even a flower show (the flowers being shown were nestled between the spread legs of slave girls).

Jinkie grew much more enthusiastic about Sexquest Station when she discovered that the Borkistani slavers were operating a slave training pen at the station, as well as providing amusements. The Borkistanis were legal slavers, but it was rumored that the Borkistanis did considerably less legal things than consensual slaving out in the crapsack worlds beyond the borders of the Human Quadrant.

The Borkistanis were even rumored to have kidnapped the entire planet of Alderan! It was the biggest news story in the Human Quadrant, and Jinkie was desperate to cover it instead of the sexy, sexy, far too sexy goings-on of the slavegirls on Sexquest Station.

Will Jinkie get involved with the Borkistanis despite her boss' strict orders not to? And will the overwhelmingly sexy goings-on of the sylphs on Sexquest Station bring the powerful, unknown feelings that they create in Jinkie to a head?

Guess you'll just have to read the novelette to find out!

This story is over 30,000 words long and is Number 2 in the Jinkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter series.

"The Also-Ran" Now On Smashwords

 

Get "The Also Ran" -- a full novel -- on Smashwords for just $2.99

Here’s the pic that inspired the story. 

Can’t you almost see her sash and tiara as she poses in her cage?  When I saw this image I thought “Beauty pageant contestant in a cage … what can I do with that?” I thought what I’d do was write a short story or a novella. Instead I wrote a novel. Happens sometimes.

Basically this is a very familiar story from erotica: a billionaire falls for a beautiful woman and kidnaps her and rapes her and makes her his sex slave, then they fall in love and live happily ever after. Honestly, even in romance days before erotica they had “bodice rippers” that were basically about powerful men raping helpless women and then the two of them fall in love. It’s a very common theme in romances.

Generally the darker aspects of these stories are glossed over. There’s very little consideration given to the possibility that the woman will be killed. But my heroine has seen enough Lifetime movies to know that a possible outcome to being kidnapped, raped and held captive for more rape, is being found dead in a ditch or a pond later. In order to deal with her captor, she has to figure out what’s going on with him psychologically. Is he a whacko who might kill her at any moment or a normal man who can be reasoned with? 

At the same time, she has to deal with her own feelings, as she discovers she’s a natural submissive who likes being bound and fucked. She also kind of likes being raped. This is all new stuff to her, but being psychologically and socially grounded, Stephanie’s able to deal with that fairly easily.

I also give James’ psychology some attention. Billionaires have become a cliché in romances. To make James fresh I didn’t go with the tragic, brooding typecasting that’s normal for billionaire main characters in a romance. Instead, I made James brilliant and highly intelligent about math and money and sex, and almost completely clueless in other ways. I also got a chance to work a little socialist propaganda into the story, showing how being a financial speculator, working with amoral people and companies in an amoral capitalist system that sees all laws, rules, regulations and morals as just barriers to be worked around, worked through or simply broken in the quest to make more money, eventually corrupts the mind and soul of a financier.

And of course the whole point of this for many readers is going to be the rape and sexual bondage scenes, and I went full-bore on those, too. Setting up the conflict as strongly as I did, I was able to write some really strong rape scenes, with powerful emotions and some imaginative sex toys. James with his sexual expertise and mildly obsessive approach to sexual bondage, has all the toys and all the techniques, and Stephanie is brand new to them (though she’s not new to sex). I had the opportunity to write some powerful sex scenes, and I did. What’s more they fit right in with the psychological elements of my story. 

I think the whole novel came together very well, with the psychological, social and sexual themes intertwining nicely.  I hope you think so, too. That said, here’s da blurb:

When Stephanie Ann Steckler didn’t win anything at the Miss Grits Beauty Pageant, she broke down crying. This was of course very wrong. In beauty pageants, only the winners cry. Losers are expected to smile.

Texas billionaire James Pugh liked to have football games, cycling events and beauty pageants on in the background while he did the intense financial speculation that made him his billions. And when he saw Stephanie crying in the background as the winners were crowned, she stole his heart.

James, an oligarch and an alpha male, was accustomed to taking what he liked when he wanted it. When Stephanie stole his heart, he abducted Stephanie’s entire body and introduced her to the world of bondage and forced sex slavery. Her reaction surprised her. And James’ reaction to getting to know Stephanie surprised him. Then Stephanie surprised him in other ways, and James surprised her in other ways. Nothing went the way either of them thought it would or feared it might.

James thought he was a Master of the Universe, but in Stephanie, he might just have found his match. Stephanie, who thought she was average and normal, discovered she was neither of these things. Will their relationship survive its very rocky beginnings and sail into the sunset?

You’ll have to read the story to find out.

This 45,000 word novel is a contemporary erotic romance featuring an alpha male hero, a submissive heroine and a happily ever after.

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.

Office Slave Now On Smashwords for $1.99

 

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It's a fun little novelette about how office work will proceed in the future of tomorrow! Da blurb:

It's the future. Robots have taken almost all of the jobs and most people live on Basic Income. They do not work, and their lives are an endless party, or an endless pursuit of their dreams, hobbies and ambitions. Nobody has to do anything just to survive.

Still, some corporations do need at least a few human beings to work for them, if only to provide human input on their products and services. Thunder Muffin Corporation is one such corporation. So how does a corporation attract human beings away from their endless parties and make them care about the WEINUS? Or the VEINUS? Or the heinous ANNUS?

By making work MORE FUN than FUN, that's how. And that's why Jenny became a corporate slave girl for Thunder Muffin Corporation, the lowest, humblest job the corporation had to offer. But if you think being a corporate slave girl is endless drudgery, that's where you're wrong. Drudgery is for robots! Slave girls are for kinky sex and bondage games, an important part of keeping any corporation humming along smoothly. Jenny will discover how much fun there is to be had in breakrooms, in hallways, in deserted meeting rooms, and in crowded workrooms, including but not limited to the slavegirl bouncy ball bondage race! Plus a mysterious message, corporate insider info and skullduggery, and a heaping helping of BDSM games!

If you're up for some upbeat, sexy BDSM fun, set your brain on robot cruise control and enjoy this ride.

This novelette is just over 15,500 words long and is part of the Basic Income universe.

Three Tavern Slaves, A Bundle of Stories for Labor Day (And You Thought Your Job Sucked!)

You can buy it here for just 3.99!

It's Moira the Yard Sale Slut, Jessica the Virgin and Mia the Contortionist, all in one very bendy, very lengthy (over 100,000 words) volume. Have a great Labor Day, and remember, workers of the world, unite!

Da blurb:

"Tavern Sluts" is the adventures of three women who serve as waitresses in the Smiling Slut Tavern, a very different sort of tavern where the waitresses’ sexual use is on the menu along with the food and drink. This collection includes “Yard Sale Slut: The Novel,” “Jessica’s Virgin Auction” and “Mia the Contortionist.” All of these stories, available separately on Smashwords, are now in one tasty package!

We start with Moira, an orphan who's at one of the may low points in her life. Moira begins her story bound, gagged and naked, a slave being sold along with various other knickknacks and whatnots by her owners, the Grayson family, at their yard sale.

The slavers who’d bought her and broken her to slavery had been more than evil enough, with all the rape and whipping and whoring of her, but this was just humiliating. Sold, raped and now … discounted.

When she's bought by a local slut tavern owner, Moira figures it's just another humiliation in the long sequence of humiliations she had endured. But the Smiling Slut Tavern, Moira's new owner, has some surprises in store for her. She had no idea she'd fall in love! And she was unprepared for Sky, the First Girl, whose mysterious psychic powers take Moira's life in a whole new direction.

The next time we visit the Smiling Slut Tavern, more than a century has passed. Technology has given men and women ways of expanding sexual pleasure greatly. But technology has potential for misuse, too, and Jessica of “Jessica's Virgin Auction” is a prime example. Her parents, deeply religious and socially conservative, put a watcherball on her, a tiny flying camera that could deliver electric shocks. It was commonly used to protect children. Most parents turned the watcherballs off when their kids were safe at home.

But Jessica's parents never turned her watcherball off. The watcherball was always right there to give her tiny electric shocks if it sensed her sexuality budding.

As a result, Jessica's sexuality is a mysterious unknown territory that she is desperate to explore in the most extreme way possible. And there's no more extreme method that Jessica knows of than to become a tavern slut.

Which is how, shortly after her 18th birhday, Jessica winds up naked, bound and gagged in an alcove at the Smiling Slut Tavern, the living prize in a virgin auction, waiting eagerly for the first of ten lucky men who will have her that night.

What Jessica doesn't know is that her auction will be the spark that sets off fireworks throughout the tavern, and which will put the Smiling Slut Tavern on the map as one of the most exciting slut taverns ever and make her name forever famous!

Finally, we have Mia. Mia, like most women of her times, enjoys the dating scene as it has evolved under basic income. Mia's problem is that she likes having sex with the guys all too much. Women are supposed to string the guys along, releasing the kitty from the bag bit by bit, never emptying it. But athletic, vital, sensuous Mia had a tendency to empty the bag on the very first date.

Tavern sluts get to empty the bag all day long, every day. But Mia can't become a tavern slut because tavern sluts are the enemies of regular women, always on offer along with all the other items on the menu, making it so much harder for regular women to string the men along. How could she maintain her friendships with regular women when she was in the enemy camp?

These three stories have already been published separately on Smashwords. If you've already bought them, you won't find anything new here. If you haven't bought them, give the stories a try. You'll be glad you did!

These three stories together are over 100,000 words long, and are part of the Basic Income universe, although as noted, Moira's story precedes the advent of Basic Income.

A Wronged Wingwoman, Now On Smashwords

 

You can get the book here at Smashwords.

A Wronged Wingwoman was inspired by a picture, more accurately, a GIF. This one. It's Penny Pax and Donna Dolore in a Kink.com video. And there was just something in the way Penny was shaking her head "no" and smiling at the guy who held his cock while Donna gripped her neck that said, "Story here" to me.

And after a short time I had "A Wronged Wingwoman" in which Donna is El, a wingwoman for Penny (Flea) who stole her boyfriend. This caused El to hold a secret grudge and to plan out an elaborate revenge plan that involved having Flea gang raped publicly, without anyone knowing what was happening except she and her accomplice, Neuman the Rapist.

This has nothing to do with the actual video that I know of, it's purely my own invention. In fact I borrowed from other works including the Bard himself (there's a reason El's last name is SantIAGO). And Flea herself is partially borrowed from a very funny and intelligent Brit comedy series called "Fleabag" which made Phoebe Waller-Bridge a household name in Great Britain and known by some in the US too. (The series is on Amazon Prime if you're interested. I highly recommend it.)

In "Fleabag," Phoebe Waller-Bridges' character "Fleabag" steals the lover of her bestie Boo. It's not the major event in the story, which has a LOT of other elements, but it is a source of tons of guilt for Fleabag, since Boo subsequently dies, under circumstances that suggest she may have killed herself, shortly after she learns that Fleabag has been fucking her boyfriend. 

And the thing is, it wasn't a big dramatic thing, Fleabag just grabs Boo's lover kinda because she can. And it's completely consistent with Fleabag's character -- she kind of plays emotional bumper cars with those who love her, fucking them up just for laughs. That's what makes the series fun, seeing how thoroughly Fleabag fucks things up. It's the equivalent of slapstick comedy, only done on an emotional level, which is much trickier than mere physical slapstick, requiring much high levels of writing skill than physical slapstick. It's the reason so many people in Great Britain and elsewhere think Phoebe Waller-Bridge, who scripted the series, is It On A Stick.

So I borrowed that careless lover theft though my Flea is not nearly as bright as Fleabag, she's just a physically beautiful party girl who gets away with everything, until El decides to rain on her parade for stealing her boyfriend. 

And of course, El is nothing like Boo from Fleabag. 

I built these characters to create the wild party scene that is nonstop rape, molestation, humiliation, sexual bondage, anal rape and fisting of Flea, all of it done in public. It was a very fun and long scene to write, and it all came from that little GIF. Amazing how that works sometimes. Give it a shot if you are interested.

"Aurion Slave Girl: It Ain't Easy Being Green" a Star Trek erotic parody novella, now on sale at Smashwords for $1.99

Aurion Slave Girl: It Ain't Easy Being Green is a Star Trek erotic parody (I call my universe "Star Treque" for good and legally binding reasons, just as my protagonist is an Aurion slavegirl, not an Orion slavegirl). 

But it's a parody with a difference. I didn't use any established characters, events or locations from the canon stories, even in parody mode. I wanted to write an original story set in the Star Treque universe that stayed in canon but explored the phenomenon of Aurion slavegirls in a way that only a BDSM erotica writer could.

In my story the Aurion slavegirl has the pheremones that are canon, only I made a few changes that I think went more in keeping with what we know of how BDSM works. For example, the Aurion slavegirl pheromones in my story work by making the male so smitten with the slavegirl that he just naturally wants to do whatever makes her happy, making the male extremely receptive to whatever suggestion the Aurion slavegirl suggested.

However, I also posited that the effect wasn't one-way, that it also tended to make the Aurion slavegirl prone to really like and want to have sex with and be helpful to her Master. The effect was much less strong on the slavegirl, which meant the slavegirls were capable of using their Masters for nefarious purposes that might do them harm, but they'd feel terrible about it if it did the Master harm. They'd still DO it if it was their duty as, say, an Aurion intelligence agent, but they'd feel terrible about it.

Thinking about the Aurion slavegirl phenomenon as a whole, I saw them as a key to the development of the Aurion interstellar empire. (The Aurion Empire in my story are a client to the Klaxon Empire, much as the Orion Empire is a client to the Klingon Empire in Star Trek. But in my case "client" in name only.) Aurion slavegirls with their mind control pheromones are the perfect Mata Haris. The Aurion Empire would try to get them placed as mistresses/lovers/wives/slaves/harem members of important males in all the species they encountered, and subtly take over or at least influence that species' governance toward policies that favored the Aurions.

The Aurions would favor this approach because it dovetails very well with their experience as a species. It's their natural route to power.

Along those lines, I hold that when the Orion Master in the Star Trek: Enterprise episode "Bound" tells Captain Archer that he is under the control of his slavegirls, it’s canon but it shouldn’t be. I think the Orions would want to keep the information about Orion slavegirls’ pheromonal influence secret for as long as possible. Any species that knows about this phenomenon would immediately develop countermeasures. And any species with FTL tech would undoubtedly have the ability to develop effective countermeasures quickly and easily.

Just blurting out this secret for no reason at all is something no Orion would do. I think it was just a casual plot point for that particular story and not at all well thought in terms of what we know about Orions. And yes, I did watch a lot of Star Trek eps that feature Orions and also read some online sources. The very best single source for information about Orions was [this Youtube video](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lH40CxfJYc8&t=1s) from Certifiably Ingame. It was far better than any other source for information on the history and culture of the Orions, including Memory Alpha which had a lot of links but is noticeably skimpy on the Orions. The Certifiably Ingame video really got down with the lore on the Orions.

I did notice a certain amount of skimpiness and not-thinking-things-throughness in all of the canon sources regarding to the Orion. I ascribe it to skittishness about the BDSM elements that are inherent to the Aurion slavegirl culture as developed by canon sources. Basically they want the Aurions to be just sexy dancing girls but don’t want to delve deeply into what Aurion slavegirls would really be about (i.e., slavegirl sexuality). Also, there’s general skittishness about sexuality that’s present in most SF as well.

With regard to this general skittishness, for example, my Aurion slavegirls have used advanced medical nanotech to develop sex mods such as oral and anal clits, which make them really enjoy giving blowjobs and  doing anal. I think by the 25th century this kind of tech will be old hat.

Also, I posit the Aurions have some additoinal muscles like unto the muscles that Earth females use when they do their kegels, which allows the Orions to do some extra stuff to the cocks of males when they fuck them.

Trek hasn’t explored anything like this with regard to the Orions, and to me it’s obvious that this sort of sexual tech would exist, and be used by everyone. The canon writers just don’t want to Go There, or maybe they’re forbidden to Go There, it doesn’t matter which, the effect is the same in either event.

That’s a shame, because the Aurion slavegirls are a wonderful SF slavegirl concept that invites all kind of interesting story lines, such as mine – far better than Slave Leia, who has arguably got a better grip on the imagination of mainstream culture, which is a shame. I suspect it is largely because the Aurion slavegirls are green, which is frankly a minor point really. Something future tech could EASILY handle.

So what I’m saying in my semi-humble way is that my take on Orion slavegirls, i.e., the Aurion slavegirl, is far better than any canon take on Orion slavegirls. I did the homework, I watched the episodes, I watched the videos, and I read the Web pages. Don’t believe me? Read my story and find out! It’s slavegirl erotica AND it’s a valid science fiction story. No kidding.

Here’s da blurb:

Jaasra, an Aurion intelligence agent, is happily placed in the harem of a Bergin IV diplomat, his mind wrapped around her little finger by pheromones, when everything goes blank and she wakes up in a Fingery warehouse, being sold to a shady “businessman” name Herbert F. Mudge. Well, no matter, Mudge will be just another man to fall prey to her beauty and her Aurion slave girl pheromones.

Except that Mudge is not at all affected by her pheromones. He’s affected by her beauty, but he’s also a dominant Master who uses her as he wishes and keeps her in perfect bondage at all times. (Which ordinarily Jaasra would love, but without the pheromonal control it was all too real!)

Every day Mudge sends her to a booth on the Street of Sex in the market of Charudar, the starport city on a crapsack world called Faaria. Anyone who comes to the booth can use Jaasra sexually in any way they like that’s legal, and in a practically lawless starport like Charudar, practically everything is legal.

Jaasra gets used in all sorts of ways by all sorts of aliens, like it or not. She cannot control the collar that Mudge has put on her, and he can control her from anywhere via an app on his pad, and so can visitors to the booth via a pad in the booth. Jaasra is the helpless puppet of anyone who has the very small amount of money needed to pay for her use.

Will she ever manage to escape Mudge’s control with her sanity intact?

This novella is part of the Star Treque erotic parody universe, and is over 20,000 words long. It is in the same universe as my novel Star Treque: Invasion of the Kinky Slave Girls and occurs 50-100 years prior to the events in that story. You do not have to read one story to enjoy the other: the background universe they are in are the same, but they share no characters, events or locations. But if you like this story, you might like Star Treque.