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.

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.

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