Crosstime Sex Slave: The Underpinnings

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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.

"Rich Bitch, Prison Bitch" -- A Fractured F*cking Tale

  

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I am really pleased and proud of my latest novella, “Rich Bitch, Prison Bitch.” I hope readers will feel the same way about it.

It’s full-on taboo erotica this time. Rape is the taboo that is being violated here, and it’s being thoroughly violated indeed. There’s M/f rape. There’s F/f rape. And there’s FFFFFFF/f rape. At no point does consensuality raise its ugly head.

But it’s not simple porn, of course. It’s another shot at the effects capitalism has on human beings, particularly in its worst manifestation, the American prison system. I use the form of a standard erotica trope: the fall from grace. My protagonist, Kim Halstead is beautiful young woman from a family worth millions. She comes from “good New England stock,” i.e., her parents are well-to-do Protestants who’ve been around since the earliest days of the New England colonies.

In college (University of Connecticut, majoring in Finance) she joins a sorority filled with wealthy elite women like herself and mocks the ‘losers’ who aren’t part of her sorority. She dates wealthy elite frat bros and has a generally wonderful time of it.

When she graduates from college, she gets a job offer from a prestigious Wall Street firm, Bluestone Investment Group (aka BIG money) and happily continues dating a lot of wealthy, handsome men in search of the one with the right moves and the right money.

But there’s a snake in the verdant garden that is Kim’s life, and what makes her vulnerable to it is the values she has unknowingly picked up from her elite family and friends. For her the world is made up of winners and losers, and most are losers, and Kim’s goal in life is to continue to be a winner. And having lots of money is a key to being a winner, and it doesn’t really matter how you get it.

And when you are an elite winner, you’re practically invulnerable, no bad consequences will happen to you, no matter what you do.

All this is subtly ingrained in Kim’s worldview, she isn’t even aware of it, and would probably renounce such views if they were stated so baldly to her.

Thus when she is accused of defrauding her clients via a pump-and-dump scheme (which she is definitely doing, but so is everyone at her bank) she’s totally unprepared when she winds up convicted and imprisoned.

The media fall all over themselves to find salacious pictures of the beautiful blond banker with the very curvy body during the trial, and thanks to Kim’s frequent clubbing and beach partying, there are plenty to find online.

But when she goes to prison, she discovers that the beauty that made her golden path through life even more golden, now makes her a target for prison rapists. She’s raped by guards, other prisoners, prison gangs and always while tied up and often while gagged, sometimes while hooded. She’s raped inside her cell and outside her cell. She is brutalized until she fears for her very life, and as a result she becomes the lowest of the low in prison, everyone’s sex toy, a prison bitch.

Never a fighter, more of a lover, she becomes prey in prison, where you’re either a predator or prey and the predators are expert at sniffing out prey.

The guards in prison are the worst predators. They’ve built a hidden playroom where they can rape the inmates in comfort and privacy with plenty of toys.

Now I tried to keep this story within the bounds of what’s reasonable. But I did want to provide the rape fantasies readers enjoy, and I know they like them hardcore. I had thought this might requires me to greatly stretch the limits of the prison genre, surely this sort of thing never happens.

But noooooooo… it happens a lot. Not just the sexual abuse of prisoners which is rampant and happens at the hands of guards more often than other inmates.

Here’s a Wikipedia summary on the topic. I did not have to go outside the bounds of the real world at all here, unfortunately.

Even the sexual playroom, while there are no known equivalents in the prison system, does have a non-sexual equivalent in the secret luxury lounge that prison staff built at Riker’s Island.

If such a lounge had been built at a place like FCI Dublin federal women’s prison in California, where because of the rampant sexual abuse, inmates and staff had named it “The Rape Club,” I think there would have been an exact equivalent.

I personally would be a LOT happier my story were a LOT more fictional. Like, dinosaurs chasing cavemen around fictional. Something that never happens in real life. But no, our crap-ass excuse for prison system has made my story all too realistic.

The crime aspects of my story are not all that fictional, either. There are a LOT of parallels between what happened to Martha Stewart amid the Wall Street insider trading scandal and what happens to Kim. It’s not exactly the same, but if I wanted to describe my story as “ripped from the headlines!” for a promo piece, I could do it with a clear conscience.

The “fixers” in my story who get nefarious things done for the wealthy and powerful, whether they’re wealthy oligarchs or political bigwigs, are kind of made up, but not really. Fixers are a fairly common phenomenon in politics, but they tend to operate mostly in the realm of legally gray spaces, doing things like conducting oppo research via sleazy means and initiating sleazy campaigns against political opponents, like Karl Rove, who’s probably the prime example.

And whoever killed Jeffrey Epstein was undoubtedly given the assignment by a more illegal sort of fixer, the sort that shows up in my story.

I also experimented with a different approach to the narrative in my story. In most of my stories the narrative is simple and straightforward, with the timeline being a simple unbroken arrow. In this story we start about two thirds into the story with a prolonged lesbian rape scene that’s punctuated by flashbacks to her earlier life that help us learn who she is and how she wound up in prison. The result is a sort of parallel progression in the story, with the nonstop raping of Kim by people and groups of people, occurring alongside our discovery of Kim’s backstory. The idea is that readers are never far from a rape scene as they read.

Otherwise, the story would have long sections of non-rape content early on with the rape content mostly in the last half of the story.

I think the fractured storyline worked out very well, but then, I’m the author so I may have a wee bit of bias. See what you think for yourself.

Pantisoka Thongo & The Slavers of Alsoran Now on Sale on Smashwords

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Welcome to “Slavers of Alsoran,” probably the most self-important erotic parody of St@r W@rs ever written. But it also ruins other important science fiction franchises such as Foundation, Doctor Who, Star Trek, Superman, the Culture, Ringworld, Dune, Barbarella, UFO, and Avatar. It also also ruins some REALLY weird things like A Mighty Wind, Support Your Local Gunfighter, A Prairie Home Companion and your childhood. It’s got something to offend EVERYONE. In fact, it was named 2023’s Most Legally Actionable Novella by the Shyster Chamber of Commerce.

In “Slavers of Alsoran” Pantisoka “Panti” Thongo, a secret agent for Bela Orgazmo, is home on Planet Alsoran from a tough mission. All she wants to do is go to her favorite kinky club and get her brains Mastered out. And sure enough, Panti’s sub friends at the club point out a handsome Master with crinkly brown eyes and a chin you could pound nails with, who really knows his way around a dungeon. But Gai Nwar is a little TOO smooth in Panti’s opinion. He COULD just be a guy with a thing for Rootugas. Such men weren’t rare, since Rootuga females were the only humanoid species known to have evolved the oral clit.

But Gai might also be a lureman with a shopping list. Evil harem owners on the crapsack worlds that fringed the Galactic Umpire also had a thing for Rootugas.

The voluntary slavegirls (as sexual submissives were called on crapsack worlds) didn’t have to be dragged kicking and screaming into their lairs, making them prizes for slavers. And that made Rootuga voluntary slavegirls like Panti super ultimate mega grand supreme prizes for slavers.

Gai might even be an agent for the evil shith lord Dearth Bother, a charred piece of bacon that had once been a juicy hamhock of a man, now bent on destroying all former Jiggli knights. The evening promises a night of sweet sex and submission with handsome, dominant Gai, or perhaps it will be a night of carving up slavers and shith lords with her twin light scimitars. Panti is ready for anything, because she’s just that kind of heroic slavegirl! Read this 33,000 word novella now and enjoy the filth and the fun that has made BDSM sci-fi erotic parody America’s most beloved sub genre!

"Empire of Love" Is Now On Amazon

  

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Writing as Barry Anderson, I've written a third book in the Collar World series which includes The Visitor from Incel World and The Love Invasion. Like the other two novels, it's not erotica (no explicit sex scenes) it's adult SF adventure. However, I have taken the lessons of John Norman to heart and placed plenty of fantasy fuel in the story. Hopefully everyone will lurve it. Or at least love it!

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When Collar World’s time monitors discover a new timeline, they quickly realize they need out-of-the-box thinking and they need it fast. A brutal Old West theocracy on the alternate timeline, the Empire of Luvala, is hanging slaves for little or no reason, and with horrifying frequency.

So naturally the call goes out to the Laguna Beach Ladies’ Investigation Bureau, i.e., Nitro Wilde and Moxie Maven. After all, they helped head off a crosstime war between Incel World and Collar World when their timelines intermingled. And all they’re asked to do is sit in a conference room in Collar World and help come up with ideas to end the murderous reign of the Luvalans on Earth 4 (the newly discovered timeline) as quickly and with as little violence as possible.

Given enough time, the Collar Worlders could probably end the hangings with no violence at all. But every day’s delay means more innocent slaves will be brutalized and hanged. The clock is ticking and the sound is the fall of bodies through a gallows door.

Unfortunately, there was more going on on Earth 4 than meets the eye, and soon Moxie is struggling for her life while the leadership on Collar World may decide to abandon Earth 4 and everyone on it in the face of the possible destruction of Collar World itself!

It’s another exciting alternate world adventure that will keep you riveted as lives and the fates of worlds hang in the balance, as well as the fate of one innocent native American.

This 75,000 word novel is part of the Incel World series that began with “The Visitor from Incel World” and continues with “The Love Invasion” and this novel.

 

"Bound for Bebop City" Is Now on Sale on Amazon and Smashwords

  

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Sweet, virginal Mincy lives in alternate timeline in the 1950s where everyone’s into sexual bondage and a drug called nersha renders teens uninterested in sex. But when they're taken off nersha after their 18th birthdays, the teens turn into frenzied sex maniacs, filled with animal need. How will Mincy cope with the mad passion driving her to submit sexually to a Master? Who will that Master be?

The 1950s was a profoundly weird period in American history. Supposedly it is the era that is nearest and dearest to the hearts of American cultural conservatives. It predated women’s liberation, the civil rights movement and the hippie movement, all of which they still despise.

Women were still mostly homemakers – even though many of them had had the experience of working in industrial and corporate jobs during World War II when so many American men were busy being machine gun fodder. And black people were out of sight and out of mind.

The role of women was so constrained that there’s a subniche of BDSM called “1950s domestic discipline” that exists, though I don’t think it’s huge. (I don’t think it’s huge because when I checked keywords on Amazon for “retro domestic discipline” I only got eight hits. When I searched for “1950s domestic discipline” I only got 34 hits: better but not exactly a landslide. However, the keywords “domestic discipline” (which I think is just code for spanking) got over 10,000 hits on Amazon. But I think that covers spankings from all time periods, within the context of a husband/wife relationship.

In any event, here’s a scholarly paper on 1950s domestic discipline which covers the topic well.

A lot was going on under the hood of the 1950s that would lead to all the things conservatives hate. This was most especially true in the areas of music and dance. While the older adults in the 1950s were still hung up on standards and leftover big band music the young kids were getting with the “race music” the early rocknroll songs that would soon rule the popular music scene. (It was called “race music” by some because it was a genre created mostly by black musicians. First jazz, now rocknroll… it drove the racists nuts.)

That’s part of the point of the dance hall scene at Pop’s Sodium Shoppe, to show rocknroll creeping in as the Bloomed (those who have gone off nersha and had their sexuality restored) dirty danced to the early rocknroll while the unbloomed shuffle danced to modern electro rock.

I chose modern shuffle dancing because I find it a joyful and expressive dance but not particularly sexual – an asexual sort of dance, still full of emotion and pleasure, though. Here’s a video of a great shuffle dance to “Lost in the Rhythm,” an electro-swing hit. (If you just search for “shuffle dance” you’ll find a lot of dances that incorporate sexy moves like twerking into the dance. They’re dances but not really shuffle dances.)

As for the Bloomed dancing, I was thinking of something like this scene from Dirty Dancing only with more acrobatics, lots of nudity and some actual fucking.

Much of my portrayal of the aesthetics of the 50s is informed various books on the topic, but you can easily get a feel for the imagery of the era by doing an image search for “Fifties Aesthetic.”

My initial idea for the story was to put a new spin on first time stories by having puberty delayed until age 18 but then have it hit like a runaway freight train, and how does a society cope with that? Everything else spun off from that central idea. I hope you enjoy it… I enjoyed writing it, though it was tough.

"Virgin Slave Girls of Parados" Is Now on Smashwords

 

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 My latest work is a novella, a steampunkish (steam power isn't widely in use just yet though it is being used for large industrial purposes, like pumping water out of mines) variation of the Old West. However, technology is advancing FAST, faster than anyone knows, in the Union, which is what the nascent United States is called in this timeline. Yes, it's an alternate world SF steampunkish sexual bondage erotic romance set in a variation of the Old West. Now, that's a NICHE!

(Actually, I'll call it historical erotica since that's an ACTUAL niche that really exists.)

The basic story is two friends who have just turned 18 go out for a night on the town in Parados in the Republic of Geronimo (think west Texas). Being adult women in a society where religion is pretty much just reverence for nature (and hence sex guilt tripping does not exist) and there's something called "slave medicine" that is a safe, sure, easy and effective method of birth control, they're both looking to get themselves collared and fucked.

Because of course in this alternative world everyone is also into maledom/femsub, basically master/slave sex.

I had so much fun fitting all this into a traditional Old West story. The best part was where I lifted a character from a classic Western comedy movie and put her in my story as is, though in a slightly different situation. (A hint: the movie is not "Blazing Saddles" but it is also a very funny movie that satirizes Western tropes very effectively.)

I also had fun inventing some bordello tech in a world without steam power.

I'm also very pleased at how the cover came out. It's basically two images that have been merged to form one. I spent hours looking for the right stuff on the commercial art site I use and found these gems. It wasn't luck, really, I took some deep dives into some rabbit holes on the site to find just the art I was looking for.

And the sex scenes were fun, too. I built toward the big sex scenes by including short sexy scenes in which Matty and Arlene meet various friends in town, including one in punishment stocks who's getting vigorously "punished" at the time (she's basically free use while in the stocks) one who's a pony girl, and one who's a slave whore with a tale to tell about how she became one. By the time Matty and Arlene get tied up and have their big sex scenes with their hunky Masters, they are, well, "hot and bothered" barely describes it!

Of course, I could be lying about all this. But I'm not. Read the book and find out... I dare you!

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