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The Story on Durango 3 Now On Smashwords

Just published a novella on Smashwords, it's BDSM SF erotica, so very NSFW, but gotta brag, so here's the link and da blurb:

Jinkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter -- The Story On Durango3

www(dot)smashwords(dot)com/books/view/1103506)

(replace (dot) with a period . to get the URL to work, as Goodreads in its infinite wisdom has forbidden URLs in posts. Thanks, Goodreads.)

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 Available On Smashwords

(Goodreads, in all its wisdom and majesty, has decreed that I can no longer put HTML code in my posts. So if you want to get this novelette (and you do, you really do) you need to go to Smashwords(dot)com and search for it by name, "Office Slave by Pat Powers." and make sure the "Filtering" tab on the far right of the blue bar at the top of the page is set to "include all erotica." This message brought to you by Goodreads.}

Just $1.99 for 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!)

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 Is Now On Sale at Smashwords

You can get the book here for $1.99

A Wronged Wingwoman was inspired by a picture, more accurately, a GIF. 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" Now Available

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).

It's on sale for $1.99 at Smashwords. You can get it by clicking on this link.

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 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 Jamieson, 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.

Junie Jamieson, Snoopy Reporter -- A Cover Art Construction Story

“Junie Jamieson, Snoopy Reporter” was initially planned to be a novelette, somewhere between 8,000 and 12,000 words, first draft written in about a week and published within seven days. It was initially inspired by an image which is very NSFW, which is why I'm just linking to it.

There were also a number of images of women in bitchsuits that were relevant, but I rejected them outright as cover art because it might make readers think the story was all about pet play, and it's not.

The story turned out to be a novel, and the inspiring image didn't make it to the cover, first of all because I didn’t have copyright to it, and even if I DID have copyright to it, I couldn’t use it as is because it has naughty bits visible. I didn’t try to work out a Second Life version that would be acceptable because I didn’t think Second Life could do it justice even without the nudity issue. Wenona is the model in the pic, and the way her legs are spread wide by the bondage, and their nakedness, and the way that sign dangles obscenely from the buttplug stuck in her ass are what makes the pic powerful visually. Her athleticism and general bendiness contribute a lot to the power of the image. (House of Gord gets credit for the imaginative kinkiness of the pose.) No way could Second Life come close to replicating that, with only my meager artistic skills to work it.

So I went with a more generic image, Junie practically naked in a submissive posture (kneeling with her legs spread wide, hands behind her back) and gagged and hooded, with gangsters in the middle ground and an urban cityscape in the background. I found me some gangster-ish images and a background image on Deposit Photos and went to Second Life and made up a Junie avatar, then made a test cover to try it out and came up with this:



I was not happy with it and not just because it was just four inches tall. I saved it at that size because that’s about the size it appears to be on the book’s view page – check it for yourself if you like. You can see the image full size by clicking on it, but you have to sell the reader with the image they see when they reach the page, not what they see if they click on the image.

The first reason I didn’t like the image was that the hands behind back kneeling pose left the avatar’s shoulders missing, or at least looking horribly deformed. I checked on some real life images of women kneeling with their hands behind their backs to see what they looked like, and what do you know, their shoulders did not vanish or look particularly deformed.

That was an easy fix, I just took another pick of the avatar standing (using a gray screen, which tends to work better for my purposes than a green screen) and grafted her shoulders back on.

But even worse than the shoulders was the hood. Yeah, it was in keeping with story, very much so, but it just looked all kinds of wrong, especially at that four inch size, but also at full size. See what I mean?



At the four inch size, Junie's masked face is not even recognizable as human.

So I removed the hood, ring gag and posture collar from the avi and replaced it with a simple ball gag and a head of red hair and took another green screen shot with natural shoulders and pasted THAT on the kneeling Junie. Much better.

And prior to that, I also changed Junie’s costume out because although I liked the thong bottom just fine, I didn’t like the see-through bra. It just didn’t flatter the avatar’s figure all that much. So I switched them out for the brass chains outfit which I thought did a much better job of showing off the avatar’s figure.

Finally, the background was just way too dark. The gangsters, who were basically silhouettes, got swallowed up in it, as did hooded Junie. (Redhead Junie, not so much.) So I found a lighter background that did a much better job of separating foreground, middle ground and background. And Voila! Cover art:



All it took was hours of work. A pro artist would have probably made a better cover in fifteen minutes, if only because they would not have made the mistakes I did in the first place. But also because they would probably have come up with a much better cover concept than I did in the even firster place.

But I do recommend test covers for self-published authors who do their own covers. They let you literally see your mistakes. And thanks to this piece, gentle reader, YOU got to see my mistakes, too. Fun all around!

Oh, and as for the image that inspired the story: it did make it it into the story, in an important scene. If you read the book, you’ll know EXACTLY which scene, because I followed the inspirational art almost exactly. That, at least, I could do.

Now the question is, how do I manage to create novelettes instead of novels from these inspiring images? I’ll be working on that!

Junie Jamieson, Snoopy Reporter: Captured By Gangsters~

Get This Hardcore Taboo BDSM Erotica Novel on Smashwords for $2.99



Hardcore rape erotica stories are selling like gangbusters on Smashwords, and who am I to argue with gangbusters? Instead I'll join in with this full length novel about a snoopy reporter who gets caught by gangsters. Here's da blurb:

When crusading reporter/blogger Junie Jamieson eavesdrops on the crime boss of Century City to get the goods on his bike path scam, she’s caught. The crime boss turns her over to his whorehouse madam Nikki Sexy, to teach Junie the consequences of snooping on important mobsters.

Nikki, whose whorehouse specializes in serving the needs of kinky customers, has all sorts of consequences planned for Junie in no time, all of them totally nonconsensual on Junie’s part. And unfortunately, the bondage skills the whorehouse staff has developed to keep submissive customers totally restrained also works to keep Junie totally restrained. She’s kept in strict bondage while her virginity is sold off as the prize in an unusual strip club contest, and she’s also bound and often gagged as she’s raped repeatedly by the whorehouse/strip club’s customers, sometimes onstage.

To make things even worse, Junie discovers a taste for submission, bondage and humiliation inside her, so that she enjoys much of what occurs to her against her every rational conviction. To make things even worse than worse, Nikki Sexy has detected Junie’s taste for submisison, bondage and humiliation and is determined to transform proud, independent Junie into her simpering love slave. And worst of all, Junie feels the pull of Nikki’s dominance, even though Junie loves to submit to the bondage of dominant men.

Will naked, bound and gagged Junie ever escape Nikki’s evil clutches and get back to the life of cycling, blogging and being a crusader that she loves? And how will her experiences change her, if she survives? And what part does Junie's deceased editor/publisher grandfather Jebediah Jameison play in all this?

This story includes a happy ever after (HEA) ... of sorts.

You’ll just have to read the story to find out. This novel is over 57,000 words long and is set in the present day.

"The Slut Run" A BDSM Sex Comedy, Now On Smashwords

Smashwords Link

Now available on Smashwords and other major media outlets, this is pretty much the same novelette that was initially published on Amazon four years ago. Funny and fun, and just $1.99 on the Smash (in Kindle, Nook and other popular formats).

Here's da blurb:

Cyndi was a very conservative young feminist who enjoyed nothing more than the tedious academic arguments about gender that came naturally to her as a brilliant graduate student in the Gender Studies program at good ol' Goof U (aka the Grand Unified Free University of Colombo 7).

But Cyndi had a secret, a secret she kept even from herself. Every so often she got very drunk at Gavigan's Tavern, stripped off her clothes, screamed “I am a slut!” and ran out the front door, knowing that she would be pursued by half the tavern's patrons. Because the first one to catch her and put a collar on her could claim her as his or her love slave.

It was called a slut run, a huge mass of drunken students pouring out on to the university grounds in hot pursuit of a naked woman. Who would catch Cyndi? She had run many times, always escaping. But Joe the handsome, charming bartender at Gavigan's had plans for Cyndi. As did Moira, a hot, kinky dominant woman who made Cindy's submissive knees weak.

And also seeking Cyndi were half the patrons at Gavigan's. She led them all a merry chase, and arguably was leading herself on a merry chase as well. What would happen on the day she got caught?

It's a fun run for everyone involved, even Cyndi, and especially for you!

This story is 14,196 words long and is set in its own milieu.

Yard Sale Slut: The Novel Now On Smashwords

Smashwords link (includes Kindle format) $2.99



“Yard Sale Slut: The Novel,” is the greatly revised and extended version of “Yard Sale Slut” a novella published on Amazon three years ago. The novella was 33,000 words long and the novel is 53,000 words long.

The additional 20,000 words deals with the protagonist’s experiences after she is drugged and sold to the Mossport Slave Agency by a disgruntled ex-employer. (Her employer had her reasons.) It is basically 20,000 words of pure sexual bondage BDSM goodness. Moira gets tied up and whipped, put in stocks and raped by two male slavers, locked in a cage, tied up and gang raped by three other slavegirls who aren’t tied up (lesbian gang rape) put in chains and forced to rape a tied-up slavegirl, and whored out as a slave in the slave agency’s bordello, chained to the bed the whole time of course.

And many of the proceedings are captured on video to sell as porn. The Mossport slavers profit from Moira in every way they can, totally without her consent.

This is in keeping with the original concept of “Yard Sale Slut” in which the protagonist has a very rough time at the hand of the slavers and a very dispiriting time at the hands of her first owners, which sets things up nicely for a big turnaround when she becomes a Smiling Slut Tavern slavegirl.

Now you may be wondering, “but then, why did you not include all that wonderful BDSM sex slave rape in the original “Yard Sale Slut”? And the answer is that I could not do so because “Yard Sale Slut” was originally written for Amazon, and Amazon does not do nonconsensual erotica. In order to sell the story on Amazon I had to tone down the nonconsensual stuff to virtually nothing, in fact, I had Moira AGREEING to be enslaved, signing contracts agreeing to be enslaved and everything. (This is actually more humiliating than being drugged and taken by force, and I played it for all the humiliation I could manage, but it can’t come close to matching the impact of the direct BDSM thrills as originally conceived.)

What I’m saying is, the novel version is the REAL “Yard Sale Slut” story, the hardcore pure-D sexual bondage fuckathon I originally envisioned. Oh, and it comes with a Happily Ever After, too. But … that’s not all.

I also envisioned “Yard Sale Slut” as a real science fiction story. It’s set in my Basic Income timeline, in the runup to the Oligarch Wars. The Oligarch Wars are an “If this goes on” dystopia in which technology, specifically automation, has advanced enough that machines can provide the oligarchs with every material need they might ever have. Basically, the oligarchs see the rest of humanity as leeches who compete with them for resources and who produce way too many greenhouse gases. (Though, of course, on a per capita basis, the oligarchs do a lot more damage than regular folks. But without regular folks greenhouse gases will be greatly reduced even though the oligarchs keep on oligarching.)

Hence, the oligarchs have decided to get rid of 95 percent of us. (They’ll still need servants and employees of various kinds, of course, so a few hundred million will be saved.) But they don’t go about it in a comic book supervillain sort of way and declare war on humanity. They instead create terrible conditions in the societies they control. Things like mass evictions of the poor, food shortages, bringing back horrible institutions like chattel slavery. And when the inevitable revolts occur, they see to it that the government quashes them quickly and violently, with plenty of civilian casualties.

And the oligarchs use their control of the mainstream media to prevent anyone from knowing about all this horrible stuff going on. You could be living in the next town over from a government massacre and not know about it if you didn’t know anybody who lived there well. The oligarchs want spontaneous, local, easily quashed rebellions, but they don’t want widespread organized rebellions. Those might succeed, or perhaps get some oligarchs killed, and that’s unacceptable.

None of these things are spelled out in my story. We see things from Moira’s eyes, and she wants mostly to escape from the world via Italian Renaissance poetry, and so has only a superficial, fragmented viewpoint of what’s going on around her, though she’s sure she doesn’t like what she sees of it.

Also, one of the things I’ve noticed in written accounts by people who have lived through wars is how weirdly isolated a war can be. People can be living an approximation of normal life in one place and going through hell not far away.

Moira’s story takes place early on when the oligarchs are successfully waging their undeclared war on everyone. I hoped to give an unreal, science-fiction feel to her ordeals, sort of an alternate-timeline feel although this isn’t really an alternate timeline. It’s our timeline, if horrible trends get even more horrible. I wouldn’t be surprised if this future is completely off base and wrong about everything, and I devoutly hope it is. But human history makes it feel all too possible.

So, here’s da blurb:

Nobody who knew Moira Evans thought she had a brilliant future, but at least she had a good one. She was a topnotch student with a passion for Italian Renaissance poetry, unusual for a kid from a remote rural town. The most she could hope for was a teaching job at some podunk college, but it would be enough to make her hardscrabble mountain family proud and give her the sequestered life of academia she craved.

But when events beyond Moira’s control cause her to lose her family and her scholarship, she swiftly descends to the depths of a society that lost its bearings decades ago. Drugged and sold into slavery, she experiences the whip, slave rape, bondage rape, lesbian gang rape, being a slave whore, and worst of all, being sold for cheap at a yard sale! The world is going to hell and Moira is chained beneath the ground floor.

Will Moira be able to regain some semblance of peace and happiness when she’s bought by the Smiling Slave Tavern and becomes a tavern slave, having sex with customers on demand? You’ll have to read the story and find out.

This novel is 53,000 words long, and is an extensively revised and expanded version of the 33,000-word novella “Yard Sale Slut.” The story is number 3 in the Tavern Slut series but is set about 100-150 years prior to Tavern Slut #1 and Tavern Slut #2, which are roughly contemporaneous.