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.)

"The Slave Girl Diet" Now Available On Smashwords

  You can buy “The Slave Girl Diet” here.

First off, let me give you the blurb for my new book, “The Slave Girl Diet.” Then I want to do some bragging. I came up with some neat ideas for this book, and I want to brag about them, and where better than my blog, and, well, all over social media?

“Earth business tycoon and renowned chef Chloe goes through a crosstime gate to take the slave girl diet in a Collar World kennel. Will the constant public nudity, bondage and sex turn her into just another submissive, mindless slave girl drooling for sexual bondage use? More importantly, will it get the weight off and keep it off? Read this 66,000 word erotic SF novel and find out!”

OK, you’ve got the picture. But what you don’t have is the fiendish plot hook I came up with to compel Chloe to go to Collar World to diet. I first proposed that in the future, Earth and Collar World come up with medical tech that allows people to de-age their bodies: that is, their 70 year old bodies can transform back into 20 year old bodies, leaving all the infirmaries and illnesses of old age behind. Wonderful!

But there is one fiendish catch. Any weight you may have picked up on your journey through life doesn’t go away. It stays with you. If you are overweight when you take the de-aging treatment, you are young, vital and... overweight. And since the de-aging tech can be used repeatedly, you face the prospect of hundreds, perhaps thousands of years of life being overweight.

This would, I believe, create some very, very motivated dieters. And is, if I may say so myself, is a deliciously imaginative use of SF tropes. Because the old de-aging tech has been used again and again, but never in this way. Bwahahahahahaha!

(Not giving away any spoilers here, you find all this out in the first chapter.)

And it just so happens that Collar World has developed a dieting technique that gets the weight off and keeps it off. For years… possibly forever. No one knows, as de-aging tech is as new to Collar World as it is to Earth. But every woman who’s gone through the diet has kept the weight off since returning to Earth.

And of course the diet involves lots and lots and lots of bondage and sex and maledom/femsub behavior. The slave girl diet kennels are full of fit Masters determined to help those slave girls reach those weight goals – like it or not! And hence there is a ton of erotica.

I wanted people to see Chloe as a person, not as an instance of “overweight” so I did two things. First, I wrote the story entirely in first person perspective… Chloe’s perspective. So the reader is not looking at Chloe from the outside, they are looking out at the world through her eyes. And Chloe, while she is aware that she is overweight, does not see herself as overweight. And so the reader hopefully will see her as a person and not just an instance of “overweight.”

Along those same lines, in Collar World obese people are rare. Collar World natives lead a much healthier lifestyle than Earth people do, and effective dieting techniques have been developed to help the relatively few obese people lose weight and keep it off. As a result, they don’t do fat shaming. The concept wouldn’t occur to them, it’s not part of their culture. They would feel that a person who is overweight has a health problem, like having the measles or psoriasis or whatever. They know an overweight person has a problem, but they don’t assume it’s because of a moral failure on the overweight person’s part.

It makes for an interesting story, combined with the other plot twists. At least that’s my hope. Buy the novel and find out for yourself.

How the Cover for "The Slave Girl Diet" Was Designed, or "Hire an ARTIST!"

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The Honey Trapp Adventures Now Available on Amazon and Smashwords -- Both Novels and Both Novellas in A Single Volume!

  You can buy the Amazon version by clicking on this link.

You can buy the Smashwords version by clicking on this link. Add this coupon code when and if you purchase for 25 percent off the Smashwords version: VZ86G. Offer good through July 5.

I bundled my Honey Trapp stories together for July 4. They've been quite successful in the marketplace. I suspect everyone likes a good, uplifting story about a sex slave fighting climate change. Certainly, everyone should! It's what I call modern pulp erotica. It has the wonderful, freewheeling delicious cheesiness of the old pulp erotica, but without the embedded racism, sexism and generally backward viewpoints. (I mean, old time pulps weren't propaganda, they just had a lot of embedded social backwardness in them.)

As you'll note the covers vary in accord with the rules of Amazon and Smashwords. The original image is basically a tasteful nude, i.e., no naughty bits are showing. I combined it with a photo of the Earth surrounded by menacing clouds I found in the archives of my cover art provider. I put on the old white panties and bra layer on and scaled it back. Because even though there were no naughty bits showing in the original image, Amazon can get exercised over nudity even in a pose that hides all naughty bits.

The bondage gear was more difficult. With Second Life avatars drawn-in bondage gear works, since the avatars themselves are artworks. But not so much with photos, unless the image is quite small. (As in the "Greek Harem" cover where I drew in the bondage gear and it was OK because it was a tiny detail.) But in this image the face and hands are in the foreground. I drew in the collar on the image, and if you blow it up you can easily see it's drawn. But for the cuffs, I borrowed some cuffs from another image I had purchased, moved them around, erased this, pasted in that, and boob's your uncle.

For the gag I borrowed some highlights from a tape gag photo, and put them in a black outline of a tape gag I drew in. The borrowed highlights gave the flat black outline dimensionality and texture. Worked beautifully, better than the cuffs. The cuffs would have worked better if I had been able to dial the transparency back more: the cuffs were photographed under different lighting conditions than the nude and it shows. But when I went below 95 percent transparency things started showing through the cuffs, which is problematical in the case of black leather (as opposed to sheer underwear). So I left the transparency at 96 which didn't let the cuffs meld too well with the photo but it still looked OK.

I do like the artwork and the concept of the cover, I think it came out well overall. I guess we shall see if it attracts multitudes.

Here's da blurb, if you're interested:

Honey Trapp, born to wealth but orphaned at an early age by a tragic auto accident, finds solace in a wild partying lifestyle that fully expresses her submissive sexual desires. Convinced by her collegiate studies of atmospheric science that the end of human civilization is coming soon due to climate change, Honey parties like there’s no tomorrow. Intelligent, young, beautiful, wealthy and uninhibited, she has no problem being accepted by the upper echelons of the jet set as one of them.

But there’s more to Honey than meets the eye. Honey funnels some of her wealth to the Initiative, a secret organization devoted to fighting climate change by whatever means are necessary. Mostly this involves upsetting the plans of various fossil fuel oligarchs.

Some of those oligarchs and their minions are into BDSM and have harems. The women in such harems are sometimes local talent, but elite dominants also hire women from the Bascom Slave Kennels, a secret supplier of beautiful, discreet, trained and carefully vetted submissives who play at being slave girls for elite dominants, for a price.

Honey, eager to help bring the oily oligarchs down and save the planet, and also totally down with being a slave girl/harem girl for her own very kinky reasons, goes through the Bascom kennels’ sex slave training program. Then she travels the world, infiltrating the sex harems of oligarchs and ferreting out their secrets for the Initiative, because even as a naked, bound and gagged slave girl, Honey has ears..

Join Honey as she goes to the possibly mythical nation of Los Miserabils in South America in “The Naked Jungle,” to the semi-mythical nation of England in “England Goes Boom!” to the overtly mythical nation of Greece in “Greek Harem”, and to the mythically corrupt state of Louisiana in “Louisiana Slay Ride,” fighting fossil fuel oligarchs’ evil plans and slaking her slavegirl lust with one dominant alpha male after another all the way. It’s more than 115,000 words of danger, excitement and sexual bondage!

This collection includes all four of the Honey Trapp stories previously published on Smashwords.

Karg Now Available on Smashwords In Kindle and Other Formats

 

 Get a copy of Karg right now by clicking on this link!

I originally published Karg in serialized form on my Jolly Roper website before Amazon existed. This was also before censorship existed on the World Wide Web, for all practical purposes. It was just for nerds, who cared what they said or wrote? The only major no-no at that time was child porn, because that was illegal generally, and it was the only thing that was generally illegal.

That was a good thing for me because Karg was full of stuff that is a no-no in modern terms. Like bestiality and scat. And rape and nonconsensual sex slavery – so MUCH rape and nonconsensual sex slavery, the book was awash in it (and it still is, check out the keywords).

I was able to publish Karg on Amazon without making any changes to it. Rape, nonconsensual sex slavery, bestiality and incest (incest was inexplicably left out of Karg, though) were all fine on Amazon at that point in time. This was a mistake in one respect: Karg could have REALLY used another thorough proofreading. When I was publishing from my website, I was doing it for the sheer joy of writing. I didn’t proofread nearly as thoroughly as I should have – proofreading isn’t innately joyous.

Over time, and not a hell of a long time, Amazon grew markedly more censorious. I never got a complaint about Karg on Amazon, weirdly enough, because it was by FAR the most censorable thing I have ever written. But when several of my books got banned (“blocked” was Amazon’s term, but it was censorship just the same) by Amazon for rape (most notably the “Riverbeast” sereis and the “President Slavegirl” series) I unpublished Karg on Amazon along with several other books that were bound to be blocked sooner or later now that the censors were on my trail.

Republishng on Smashwords now, I gave Karg another thorough proofreading and found way too many errors. I can’t guarantee the text is now error-free, being only human and all, but I CAN say it’s much less errored -up than it was.

My original impetus in writing Karg was to highlight how unrealistic the female characters in the Gor novels are. One minute, they’re feminist teachers and librarians and students and whatnot, then they get one thorough dicking down from a Gorean Master and they’re in full submissive slavegirl mode. It doesn’t work like that at all in real human psychology. It’s a straight up male fantasy and not a particularly sophisticated one, and it works fine on that low level I guess, if that’s all you are looking for. But I think it’s more powerful when the woman involved is more self-aware and resists more.

That said, the Gor novels have done a LOT better than anything I have ever written has, so taking my words with a grain of salt here is probably a fair idea.

But my critique of Gorean female characterization is why I conceived of Karg as being about a woman from an advanced starfaring society who is captured and enslaved by primitives. Her mind is different from theirs. She experiences things differently and thinks about them differently. She doesn’t become part of their primitive society from a single slave rape, or even a LOT of slave rape.

I tried to make my story generally more realistic. I’d read a number of accounts of how captured and enslaved people are and were treated by primitives in real-world Earth, and it was definitely Not Good. That influenced the way I wrote my story. I tried to maintain accuracy, though of course I leaned in the direction of nudity, bondage and sex as the book is erotica, albeit SF erotica.

Hence, the protagonist, upon being captured and clearly not from Around Here, was enslaved, stripped and gang raped. None of these things is done to every attractive female captured by primitives, but they were done to some female captives by some primitives in real-world Earth. And my reasons for choosing those options was to create a believable and realistic story. It wasn’t hard, if you read actual history instead of the sanitized stuff in textbooks, you’ll find a lot of stuff that will leave you stunned.

So I did have the astronaut beaten and tormented by women and children while bound naked to an altar at the center of the village. Historically accurate. She wasn’t sexually assaulted by them, that was the men’s prerogative, a prerogative they take later.

But nowadays you can’t assume censors are people who give a shit about your story. They’re there to protect their corporations from legal liability, and they do not give a rat’s ass about the quality of the stories they publish, one way or the other. Therefore, any mention of children in the vicinity of a naked woman in a work of erotica, much less children hitting and physically abusing said naked woman is close enough for any such corporate censor to ban it. So that scene had to be removed.

It wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t essential to the story so I had no problem removing the scene.

But there was also the bestiality. Nothing to keep me from publishing the bestiality on Smashwords, except that I had sullen teenage girls as the ones who had a reptiloid rape her. When I published the story on Amazon, bestiality was starting to get censored. Like, you could have erotic stories about werewolves but they could only have sex while in human form. Never in wolf form. There were still stories about women falling in love with dinosaurs and dragons and having sex with them for some reason, though. I think the justification was that so long as the animal didn’t exist in the real world it was fantasy. (Like your average male character in an erotic romance exists in the real world. I mean, biker billionaires? C’mon! Tell me another!)

I could see the writing on that wall. Plus, the teen girls were going to be an issue, I knew. So I rewrote that portion of the story so that it was young adult women and not teen girls who were planning on having the reptiloid fuck Susan. And in the rewrite of the story, the reptiloid refuses to fuck Susan ,who is of course still tied up and gagged and helpless, So the scene would have been described by a censor as underaged bestiality bondage rape, which is probably the most awful kind of porn that isn’t snuff. (Which probably helps explain why Karg was so darned popular in the serial version.)

Susan doesn’t smell right to the reptiloid, or look right, so no go. The refusal is actually a pretty realistic depiction of how things might have gone. The Romans for example had to smear the vaginal fluids of female hyenas in heat on the genitals of virgins they had staked out in the arena to be raped by male hyenas for the amusement of the crowds. (Not making this up, the Romans really did that. As I said, real history is just full of stuff that will make your skin crawl.)

But by the time I was publishing on Smashwords I knew that scene would eventually get me in trouble from censors who do not give a shit about stories, so I nixed the entire scene. I actually came up with a neat way to resolve the scene so that it really highlighted the cultural differences between Susan and her captors, though it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as underaged sexual bondage bestiality rape. (But then, what is?)

But then there was the baby-smelling scene in the barn. Given what I have already told you about the scenes I have removed from Karg, your hair is probably standing on end right now. Calm down, this is mild stuff. Susan gets captured and put in a barn because her captors think she is a former hucow because her breasts are so large. She’s not lactating so they try to encourage that by tying her to a post so she can’t move then hanging a sling from her neck and putting a baby in it, forcing Susan to look at and smell the baby.

Afterwards, a couple of nursing toddler are brought in and encouraged to suckle at Susan’s empty breasts.

Susan doesn’t care for her breasts being gnawed on and orders her nanoset (you’ll just have to read the book to find out about the nanoset) to crank up milk production. It’s not an erotic scene.

But I knew damn well that censors would see it as as erotica, and hence the toddler sucking scene was going to be trouble. So I tossed the toddler scene out, instead having an adult male farmhand work her breasts. I also knew the baby-smelling would be trouble for the same reasons. So I tossed out the baby and instead had Susan forced to smell a big ball of baby swaddling that still had the smell of babies on it. (In hindsight, this represents a little more realism, since the farmhands regarded Susan as a wild hucow.)

I also tossed out a scene that involved forced piss-drinking, because urolagnia, i.e., scat, would be the call from censors, even though it was more attempts to induce lactation.

At this point I realized that any and all references to children were probably a mistaken, even if they were just standing around in the background, e.g.: “The women and children went off to gather fruits and nuts.” So I did a global search for the words “child” “boy” and “girl” and removed almost every occurrence. As a result, the primitives in Karg live in those erotica villages which are inhabited only by adult men and women over 18 years of age, thankyewverymuch.

You are probably thinking, “Pat … have you got any story LEFT after tossing all that stuff out?” And the answer is, “Yes, I do.” The manuscript was over 120,000 words before I started editing, it’s over 117,000 words now. All the stuff I tossed was just a drop in the bucket. Karg is epic.

And no individual scene that I dumped/altered was essential to the story. But here’s the thing: though none of the scenes were essential, they arguably made the story more real. They may have been part of the background scenery, but they were helpful parts. Most people who read or even watch movies “knows” that if you visit a primitive village there will be lots of children swarming around. It’s not like they have daycare or schools.

Furthermore, the crude, ignorant cruelty with which Susan is treated by the tribe she encounters, and by the “civilized” Kargians she encounters makes the raw, primitive story more real. We “know” at some level that this is the sort of nastiness you might encounter from primitives if you are captured by the wrong ones. We need look no farther than the experiences of settlers captured by indigenous people in America to know this is so.

Still, if you like sex slavery and slave rape, you’re going to like Karg, you’re going to like it a LOT. And there will be a lot to like: 117,000 words, and in most of them Susan is either a slave being raped or headed for her next experience of being a slave who is raped. (Her travels are very eventful!)

I’m not complaining about “whatever happened to my novel?” here. I’m trying to make a more global point about the effect censorship has on erotica. When I wrote the serialized version of “Karg” I wasn’t concerned at all about censorship. I crossed a lot of what would now be considered red lines, without a care in the world, just because I thought the scene would make the story more real, more believable based on what I knew about how primitives treated slaves. And I think overall it did.

In the censored version, by contrast, I’ve got primitive villagers living in villages where there are no children in evidence. I’ve got a woman in a barn full of lactating women being induced to lactate via dubious methods.

It’s subtle, and I doubt if most erotica readers would note it consciously, because of course every OTHER work of erotica has to operate by the same rules. It’s what you get when you censor.

Note: copies of the original serialized Karg are stored in the same vault with the original Necronomicon and you know who guards that vault.

Greek Harem: Honey Trapp #3 Now Available on Amazon and Smashwords

  

Cover of the Smashwords edition of Greek Harem. Here's the link!

Cover of the Amazon edition of Greek Harem. Here's the link!

In the third installment of the Honey Trapp Snappy Stories, Honey infiltrates a Greek shipping oligarch's harem of pay-for-play slavegirl beauties. Her goal: to help discover how the oligarch's shipping firm is sliding past regulations aimed at preventing the use of bunker oil as fuel. "Something funky in the bunky oil indeed!" (Bunker oil is basically what's left over when you refine crude oil into gasoline. It's very low-grade stuff, full of sulphur dioxide and particulate matter which is toxic to human beings and other living things, which is why there are regulations concerning its use, pathetically limited though those regulations are.)

This plotline gives me plenty of chances to indulge in some really fun orgy scenes and also some ultra-kinky public bondage sex action at the Art Institute for the Sexually Insane. It was great fun to write those scenes, which is probably why they constitute the bulk of the novella.  And it was fun to play with the personalities of the four slavegirls other then Honey, their perceptions of themselves and one another, and to contrast a pay-for-play harem where anyone can leave if they want to, and the issues of historical harems which were not consensual and which sometimes led to bad results, like people getting killed.

I also had some fun with nomenclature and myth. All of the local slavegirls have names from Greek mythology. One in particular stands out. Her name was initially Iris, but I decided for some reason, which was probably my subconscious at work/play, to base her on a the face of a remarkable woman I'd seen in some porn photo. (I've looked all over for it, I know it's somewhere in the huge folder I call my "Archives" but I can't find it.) She had a bull-like quality to her face, except that it was very feminine, not masculine at all. You might think cow-like, but we associate cowlike with being kind of placid and sleepy-looking, and that didn't match this woman's face at all -- she was very alert and aware-looking, just very confident-looking as well. Like a bull that absolutely owns its paddock. 

While writing the description, I remembered that there was a Greek myth about a woman mating with a bull, and sure enough, there was. A quick trip to Professor Google showed that a woman named Pasiphae offended the gods somehow, and she was cursed with lust for the Cretan bull, even though she was married to King Minos. She subsequently gave birth to the Minotaur, and also several human children, including a woman named Ariadne. I decided it would be fun to rename Iris the bull-faced woman Ariadne, thus ever-so-subtly implying that she is a distant descendant of the mythical Pasiphae, and the bull traits still show up in her children, however watered down. I didn't make Ariadne's descent part of the plot, but I did have some fun with the characterization. I'll say no more.

Also, check out the covers of my book. They are a good indication of the differences between Amazon and Smashwords censorship rules. There are two main differences between the two images. The Amazon image wears no gag, the Smashwords image wears a gag. And the Amazon has a thong strap and a but of cloth covering the portion of her butt that's visible from the side. The Amazon image does not.  

I very much wanted a gag on the Amazon cover, I thought it kicked up the sexiness and kinkiness of the image a lot, but I did some research and other Amazon books with the words "Gagged" right in the title (like "Bound and Gagged") did not have pictures of gagged women on them. I've gotten away with such imagery in the past, but after looking at all the boos with "Gagged" in the title and no gags on the cover art, I decided better safe than sorry. I also covered up the butt bits, negligible though they were, because Amazon does not like to acknowledge that women have butts. I wasn't so put off by that because I don't think it affected the image much.

I also put the collar, leash and wrist cuff on the woman, because those do show up on the covers of kinky titles on Amazon. Plus, the cuff is plausibly deniable, there's nothing to distinguish it from a bracelet.  And I also used the "Scale" tool to make the woman's body a bit thicker than in the original: she's one of those leggy fashion model whippet types, which is great, but I suspect erotica readers like a little more flesh on their models. That said, I absolutely love the strutting stride of the model, the way her head is thrown back, the general go-for-it attitude her whole body projects. Sales of this book are going VERY well, I suspect the cover might just have something to do with it.

What do you think? Leave your comments, oh, just anywhere.

"The Naked Jungle" Now Available on Smashwords

  

Click here to get the novel on Smashwords in Kindle, Nook and other formats!

Honey Trapp is a natural born submissive, a beautiful party girl who loves doing every kinky, sexy thing that sexy dominant men, including the world’s richest and most powerful men, want her to do. She’s also an agent of the Initiative, a shadowy worldwide secret organization devoted to forcing the world’s governments to combat climate change before it destroys human civilization.

The Initiative offers Honey a long-term assignment that involves three months’ training in the slave kennels of the Bascom Agency, the world’s finest supplier of slavegirls-for-hire to the wealthy and powerful. Honey jumps at the chance to be trained in the closest thing there is to a real slave training school, because it’s sexy fun and great cover for any female spy.

But Bascom’s training regimen is rigorous. The lessons are long and hard and thrust deep into Honey’s psyche and elsewhere The bondage is strict and the sex is raunchy. Can Honey survive and enjoy the many and varied, often arousing training sessions she endures in the Bascom slave training pens? And will Honey survive her first assignment as the personal love slave of the Generalissimo, the dictator of the tiny nation of Las Miserabil in South America? The mighty fossil energy giant Globoil, Inc., is the major source of income for Las Miserabil, and hence, the major source of power for the Generalissimo. And when Globoil’s drill rig wastes pollute the water source of the Arapunga tribe that lives in Las Miserabil’s interior, leaving them sick and dying, no one in power cares – but the Initiative cares.

As an agent of the Initiative Honey will do every sexy submissive thing she can do to help put an end to Globoil’s pollution -- but will it be enough?

This novel is over 40,000 words long.

"I, The Glider Gun" Now Available on Smashwords

  

You can obtain "I, The Glider Gun" by clicking on this text.

Detective Lacy Throbb of the Century City Police Department was a loose cannon who wrote her own rules and broke them, too! Criminals in Century City had a love-hate relationship with her. They hated the way things always came out badly for them whenever they tried to maim or kill her. And they loved how easy it was to rape her, especially if she was tied up.

But there was a method to this madness and it would take the combined efforts of a numbers runner, Lacy's bestie informant Junie Jamieson, a genius hacker and Lacy herself to figure out what it was, and what it was might well challenge the nature of reality itself.

This is a genre-bending story that's part taboo erotica, part hard-boiled crime noir, part science fiction and a little bit gonzo. If you had to categorize it, you might say it's pulp detective sci fi parody erotica, but that doesn't really do the story justice. It doesn't just break the mold, it CRUSHES the mold!

“I, The Glider Gun” is in the same universe (in fact, the same city) as “Junie Jamieson, Snoopy Reporter: Captured by Gangsters” but you don't have to read “Captured by Gangsters” to enjoy “I, the Glider Gun,” it is a completely stand-alone story. “I, The Glider Gun” is over 30,000 words in length.

The Jinkie Jenkins Adventures Bundle Now on Smashwords

 

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All three Jinkie Jenkins adventures are bundled in one glorious package, and now on sale at Smashwords for just $4.95 for 110,000 words of pure reading pleasure, especially if you like filthy, kinky science fiction.

Here's the blurb:

“I'm going to be 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 crime story in the Human Quadrant, the kidnapping of Alderans, which after all, was an entire planet.

But Grab Ass, as everone called him, insisted that Jinkie was on the sex beat, take it or leave it, and Jinkie was a reporter, dammit, 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 values, or tried to.

Yet here she was, a sex reporter!

Jinkie's first assignment is Yahoo City on the rural planet of Durango 3, where she meets her local guide Pea Eye the woman wrangler, the most masculine man she has ever met, and hotmeat, the wise older sylph (the Quadrant name for consensual sex slaves). She encounters hucow stampedes and barroom brawls Innocent and chaste Jinkie must cover the story of of these wild women of outer space, but can she do so without being overwhelmed by the libidinous promptings of her long-stifled sex urges?

In her next assignment Jinkie is sent to Sexquest Station, the filthiest sex hole in the galaxy! Harsh words indeed to describe a quiet little sexual amusement park set up on giant space station. There were naked dildo jacks and smiling contests (to see which sylph could keep a smile on her face while being sexually distracted) and of course, the butt plug popping contest.

Jinkie grew much more enthusiastic about Sexquest Station when she discovered that the Borkistani sylphers were operating a sylph training pen at the station, as well as providing amusements. The Borkistanis were rumored to be the ones responsible for the kidnapping of Alderan. Will Jinkie get involved with the Borkistanis despite her boss' strict orders not to? Will the supercharged sexuality of Sexquest Station and her feelings for Quill lead her to get pricked?

In “Attack of the 100 Foot Virgin,” the third and concluding book of the Jinkie Jenkins adventures, there are things we can tell you and things we can't tell you. We can tell you that on Alderan, Jinkie is now known as “The Riotess of Cyzlyk City” and is wanted by the authorities there on numerous charges. We can tell you that Marty Stu becomes a Forest Management Services bot and is eaten a couple of times. That the Mayor of Cyzlyk City comes to believe that a distant city called "France" has declared war on Cyzlyk City, for perfectly good and sufficient Jinkie-related reasons. And we can't tell you why Jinkie HATES being a hundred-foot-tall virgin in the middle of Cyzlyk City square. Wait a minute, we can: it's because she's naked and bound. We just can't tell you why that happens. But it's perfectly rational on Alderan.

We also can't tell you why the Rabble Rebellion, the mercs, Grab Ass, John Quill, the Borkistanis and the Cyzlyk City copbots all want to get their hands on Jinkie and hotmeat, or why Marty Stu got defenestrated. We can't tell you hotmeat's real name, or Marty Stu and the Interstellar Inquirer's fates. You'll just have to read the book to find out.

This story bundle is over 110,000 words long and we can tell you that the Jinkie Jenkins Adventures may well be the funniest, sexiest thing Pat Powers has ever written. Especially that one scene. No, we can't tell you what it is. You'll know.

"How My Slave Girl Found Me" -- Brand New Novella, Now on Amazon and Smashwords.

 Here's the Amazon Link for the book. 

Here's the Smashwords Link. A 22,000+ word novella for just $2.99.

I'm releasing this one on both Amazon and Smashwords at the same time, a new approach for me. Normally I've been going with Kindle Unlimited on Amazon, which gets me paid for page reads by Kindle Unlimited subscribers, but at the cost of publishing ONLY on Amazon for at least three months. But I haven't seen that much action from Kindle Unlimited, and I've seen a lot of action on Smashwords, so I'm "going wide" as publishers call it.

 This is one of those stories that was inspired by a picture. This picture. (Link is VERY NSFW, do not click if you are somewhere where nudity is not acceptable.)

 And you have to admit, that’s one hell of a picture. Just look at the expression on the woman’s face, combined with the raw carnality of her ass and the glamorous modern beauty with which she presents herself.

But mostly, it’s that expression. Here’s how I wrote it up in the novel (it’s not a key scene, no real spoiler here):

>It was the combination of the raw sexuality of her pink pussy display and the totally relaxed, confident, unashamed expression on her face that worked away at my mind. Finally, later that night when I sat at home staring at my computer screen, unable to write because I couldn’t think of anything else but that vision, I finally got it.

>I’d gotten the look on her face all wrong. I had mistaken it for some kind of animalistic reserve, some rare sense of herself that others didn’t possess. That wasn’t it, that wasn’t it at all. I mean, she really did not have a single fuck to give, that was true. But that was because she’d given all her fucks to Michael, literally. She was his creature. As long as she was doing what Michael wanted her to, she was doing the right thing. Always. She had no inhibitions, no doubts, no worries. Those all belonged to Michael now. She hadn’t mastered herself, she’d given herself away.

>And as the Buddha observed, those who escape the burden of self find Nirvana. Her expression, her indefinable way of carrying herself that hinted at incredible peace and tranquility, was the expression of someone who had found Nirvana, looking out at the world. People might call it self-possession, but what it actually was was other-possession. She had given herself to Michael. Literally, and what was left was a creature that utterly lived by Michael’s rules, and thrived that way.

That’s a lot to pin on an expression in a photograph, but that’s the writing game for ya.

Heeere's da blurb:

When I assumed that a woman co-worker who wore bondage jewelry all the time was a submissive and into bondage, I made a mistake. The result was a date that didn't turn out as I had hoped. But as a direct result of that mistake I met Sabrina Parker, another co-worker who was a world-class beauty with what I called ‘the Nirvana look’ to her. Thanks to my friendship with Sabrina, I soon experienced the night of my life, a night filled with kinky public sex and fun and play in a BDSM orgy that went beyond even my wildest fantasies.

And I met the woman of my dreams that night as well. I was her tall drink of water, she was my wonderful thing that came in a small package. It was truly a night that turned into a lifetime.

Sometimes a mistake can be more rewarding than success.

This novella is a kinky contemporary erotic romance that includes an HEA, a dominant alpha male, a bevy of submissive beauties, public bondage, nudity and sex, and more fun than you can (or should) shake a stick at. It’s over 22,000 words long and full of maledom/femsub fun.

"Attack of the 100 Foot Virgin" Now On Smashwords

Get the Smashwords version of "Attack of the 100 Foot Virgin here!

(On the left we have the Amazon cover, on the right we have the Smashwords cover. We’ll be referencing the cover art shortly, but go ahead and look if you want to.)

“Attack of the 100-Foot Virgin” is the third book in the Jinkie Jenkins Adventures. I’m moving it to Smashwords and in doing so I edited it a bit, finding a few typos and so forth. It’s still the same story, just cleaned up a bit.

However, I did make a few text changes for editorial reasons, and I did that as a direct result of a keyword research I did. I was unhappy with the keywords I used on Amazon and tried to think up a few more. The scene on the cover involves the protagonist being sold at a slave auction in a city square, stark naked and in bondage, of course. To help prospective customers see the merchandise, cambots project a hundred foot tall image of her (hence our title). There are also a lot of other elements to the scene, and though no actual flying saucers, there’s stuff that’s pretty close. And of course there’s a frightened crowd.

Naturally, our virginal heroine finds it exquisitely humiliating to be paraded about naked, her every feature gigantic and clearly visible to the crowd in the square. And yet, I never researched the keyword “humiliation.” So I did, and I hit a goldmine. On Amazon, I got over 20,000 hits on the Kindle Store for books with the keyword “humiliation.” That’s HUGE. But I figured that a lot of hits might come from non-sexy books with that keyword. So I did a search for the phrase “humiliation erotica” and got over 20,000 hits. Which means of course that practically every book that had “humiliation” as a keyword is erotica. 

It’s a HUGE niche.

Well I was all over that and tried all sorts of phrases and variations of the “humiliation” keyword. And I also rewrote a few scenes to heighten Jinkie’s humiliations.

I also redid the cover, as you see up top. The old cover was just brain-dead. Zeroing in the scene with giant Jinkie in the square was a no-brainer. And I went to considerable effort to get an image of her looking gigantic in a city, poised to wreak havoc, with a ballgag in her mouth and cuffs on her wrists.  Which worked out fine as far as it went, but it didn’t go nearly far enough. 

When I looked at the cover for Smashwords, I knew it could be improved, and it was kind of obvious how. The sky, that freaking gray sky was empty and dull. It did nothing. I realized that when I had created the original image, I had been unconsciously (i.e., stupidly) emulating [the promo art](https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e5/Attackofthe50ftwoman.jpg) for “Attack of the 50-foot Woman.” My image is more or less static except for the woman. But in the promo poster, things are happening: cars and trucks are crashing and falling of elevated roadways, people are fleeing in terror, she’s got a car in her hand, it’s got it going on (except, that, like my art, the sky contains nothing but text).

I knew I wanted a pulp kinda cover, so I went in and actioned things up. I put in flying saucers, a dramatic bloody red sky with giant moon/planet, and people running in terror. All of it clip art, mind you, and not particularly UNIFIED clip art in terms of technique. The base art from both cover versions is 3-D virtual world art from Second Life. The people running in the foreground are 2D pen and ink with watercolor comic art. The spaceships are 3D graphics and go fairly nicely with the Second Life art, though their shading is better. And the sky in the background is a photo. I used a filter to give the Second Life art, especially Jinkie, to work better with the cartoon figures in the foreground, but overall, given my limitations (I’m not an artist) I thought I improved it a lot.

(That said, an artist undoubtedly would have done a MUCH better job than I did, starting with giving the image a graphically unified look, and continuing with doing a better job of designing the image, and beyond that doing a better job of implementing the design. A really good artist would come up with a cover concept that would put mine to shame. For example, see the cover to [Adventures of Bondor Woman.](https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/726662) which was done by a real artist. When and if my books ever start making decent money – ahem, I mean more decent than the millions they already make – no one will be happier to pay artists to do the covers than me.)

Still, I think the cover is fairly effective at saying, “Here be funny, sexy science fiction.” And I’ve seen pro covers that were … much worse about visually suggesting the book’s contents.

Anyway, that’s enough nattering. Here’s da blurb:

Oh, noes! Interstellar sex reporter Jinkie Jenkins has been kidnapped! What happened to her?

Well we can't tell all, not in this blurb anyway. But in the writhing mass of science fiction adventure, hilarity and kinky sex slave fun that some call “Attack of the 100-Foot Virgin” we DO tell all.

And in this blurb, there are some things we CAN say. We can tell you that on Alderan, Jinkie is now known as “The Riotess of Cyzlyk City” and is wanted by the authorities there on numerous charges. We can tell you that Marty Stu the “non-sentient” glow ball bot becomes a Forest Management Services bot and is eaten a couple of times. That the Mayor of Cyzlyk City comes to believe that a distant city called "France" has declared war on Cyzlyk City, for perfectly good and sufficient Jinkie-related reasons. And we can't tell you why Jinkie HATES being a hundred-foot-tall virgin in the middle of Cyzlyk City square. Wait a minute, we can: it's because she's naked and in bondage, and like, totally humiliated. We just can't tell you why that happens, or why Jinkie is naked. But it's perfectly rational... on Alderan.

We also can't tell you why the Rebellion, the mercs, Grab Ass, John Quill, the Borkistanis and the Cyzlyk City copbots all want to get their hands on Jinkie and hotmeat, or why Marty Stu got defenestrated. We can't tell you hotmeat's former name, or Marty Stu and the Interstellar Inquirer's fates.

You'll just have to read the book to find out, you ridiculously silly human, you.

This novel is over 55,000 words long and we can tell you that it may well be the funniest thing Pat Powers has ever written. Especially that one scene. No, we can't tell you what it is. You'll know.