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Mia The Contortionist Is Now On Smashwords

You can get the novella at Smashwords for $1.99 by clicking here.

This is one of my sexual SF specials, where I go all in on what sort of advances medical tech can make for sexy young women. There's the usual anal and oral clits and the gag reflex nullifier, but there's a LOT more here, sexual feedback loops and other augmentations of the nervous system, and augmentations of the body, that all make sex ever so much more pleasurable and safe. (Yes, safe!)

It's all part of a raunchy, fun BDSM sex story. Here's da blurb:

Come explore the science fiction of sex in a world that's an unending sex party for everyone if they want it to be – and they do.

Mia has the best sex toys ever! She has nanotech augments in her mouth, butt and brain that let her experience sexual sensations that an unaugmented human never could. She also has nanotech augments that make her a contortionist, bendier than any unaugmented human being could ever be. And she has augments that let her share sexual pleasure sensations with her partners.

Mia is having boyfriend issues, though, because she's a natural-born slut. She wants lots of sex with lots of boys, and hence has trouble doling out her favors to keep boys interested. She's a very giving woman. But there's a solution for her: the slut tavern, where you can make love to lots and lots of boys (and girls) and make lots and lots of creds to augment your Basic Income.

And bendy women like Mia are oh, so welcome at slut taverns. Because Mia liked to bend her will to others' needs just as much as she liked bending her body. Taver sluts like Mia get to play the role of kinky sex slaves to the customers who come in AND they get paid for it! Their every sexually submissive desire comes true, as the Masters and Mistresses who come in dominate them and put them through their paces, to everyone's delight.

It's a dream of unbridled sexual pleasure for a slut like Mia, and it's about time some bold science fiction writer wrote a raunchy exploration of that dream, instead of focusing on ugly aliens that want Earth women for immoral porpoises. (Author pauses to gaze nobly into the distance as an unseen wind ruffles his curly locks.)

Dig in and enjoy the ride!

This science fiction erotica novella is a little over 22,000 words long and is part of the Basic Income universe.

Jessica's Virgin Auction Now On Smashwords

You can buy it at this link. It's the same book published on Amazon, but now costs only $1.99.

I've decided to go wide with a lot of my stories, so will be taking them out of KU and publishing them on Smashwords and other venues as well. Here's da blurb:

Jessica waited in a tavern alcove, naked bound and gagged, for the first of ten lucky men.

For eighteen long years, Jessica was a very good girl. She had to be. Her parents had bought a watcherball and set it on her. It floated in the air near her at all times, and made sure no one could harm her or bully her. But her sexually hyper-conservative parents had also used the watcherball to prevent her from having any contact with boys, and little or no knowledge of sex outside of the clinical details that were taught in the mandatory school sex education program.

Jessica couldn't even let her hand steal down to her private parts without getting a jolt from the watcherball, not even in her sleep!

But Jessica had an intense interest in boys and sex. Keeping it bottled up for 18 years had only intensified it. The day Jessica turned 18 and became a Basic citizen in her own right, she had deactivated the watcherball, moved into her own apartment and gotten a pornstar body nano-upgrade. Then she had applied for work as a tavern slut, the most sexually intense work there was.

And when the tavern mistress learned that Jessica was a virgin, she suggested to Jessica that they have an event that was rare even in the ultra-sexually licentious 2100s: a virgin auction (because there were so few virgins, and not all of them were interested in being tavern sluts).

Jessica went for it, big time, especially when she found out that her virginity would be auctioned to not one, but ten lucky men who'd use her, one after the other, on a single night of unbridled passion and sexual debauchery. Jessica wanted to dive right into the black box that her parents have made of sex and sexuality. She has names and clinical descriptions of the things she might do, and which might be done to her, but she has NO idea what it will feel like, how it will changer her. But Jessica does know that the idea of giving her virginity to ten random men in return for money as if she were some lowly slave girl appeals to her like nothing else ever has.

Jessica's virgin auction at the Smiling Slut Tavern will be a night of unbridled passion and raw lust that will leave the tavern in tatters. What adventures will await Jessica as she kneels naked and in sexual bondage in her alcove, locked in a chastity belt and a head harness, blindfolded and with her hands cuffed behind her back, waiting to have sex for the first time ever? Don't miss out!

This novella is over 28,000 words long and is part of the Basic Income world.

"Blast From The Past" Now on Smashwords

You can get the book on Smashwords (in Kindle, Nook, epub and other formats) by clicking on this text.

This one's on Smashwords because I just couldn't figure out a way to realistically describe the goings-on for women captured and enslaved in Bronze Age times in a way that made it seem consensual. In fact, doing so would be wrong: it wasn't consensual, not by a long shot.

Instead, I used the greater latitude allowed by Smashwords to describe the goings-on very directly and accurately. And my guide for this: the Bible, specifically, the Old Testament. It describes very clearly the fate of a conquered city: standard practice for the Hebrews (consistently portrayed as the Good Guys in the Bible, compared to other groups) was to kill all the males over 12 years old and enslave all the males under 12 and all the females, period. In one case the Hebrews were so pissed off at another tribe that they killed everyone, including the women and children, and also slaughtered all the livestock. (They said God told them to ... yeah, right, bastards. The truth is that the Old Testament was written by a bunch of Bronze Age tribesmen committing the atrocities that were standard inter-city relations at the time, and then telling on themselves because they just didn't know any better.)

I wanted to bring that horror to life, so I figured out a way to do it that I think made for a good story, so here's the blurb, see what you think and then hasten over to Smashwords and get some kinky Biblical horror going:

Archaeologist Pam Stone had a gift. When she handled artifacts, sometimes she got visions of what the people who had handled those artifacts in the past had been experiencing when they handled them, even centuries in the past.

Some called it psychometry. Archaeologists called it quackery. That’s why Pam told no one about her visions. She just used them to to blaze a brilliant career as an archaeologist.

It’s a dangerous gift, Pam discovers. On a Middle Eastern dig she handles a chain that was used to restrain a recently captured slave girl. The chain gives her an up close and personal vision of what it is like to be a woman captured and enslaved in Bronze Age times in the Middle East.

The experience shocks, horrifies and intrigues Pam. It also saves her life and the lives of others. And it gets some soldiers killed. You’ll have to read the story to find out how and why.

This novelette is over 13,400 words long.

Arena of Shame and Glory (Kindle KU) Now on Amazon

You can get it on Amazon here.

Kim Kasparian’s face was her fortune, and her mother was sure everybody wanted to steal it. Kim dreamed of a life of parties, boys, fun, romance and celebrity, like most young Southern California girls. And that’s how she wound up naked, bound and gagged in a cage in the enormous Perlmutter Mall Arena, a prize to be given to the winner of a martial arts match.

Sure, it SEEMED like a crazy way to go about achieving the American dream of fame and celebrity. But there was method to the madness. Sex and boys were Kim’s arena. She was always a winner in those areas, and this was her opening move. Maybe it was vanity on her part, but in her case, it was a grounded sort of vanity.

Jason Brickman was already living his dream as a pro MMA fighter. He didn’t care if he won or lost, he just liked fighting. Jason liked fighting so much that he even got in fights with gangbangers in Waffle Houses. On the other hand his ring nickname was “Surfer Dude” because he was so mellow when he wasn’t pounding someone’s face repeatedly with his fists.

When Jason’s old junior high school study buddy Kim turned out to be a mall arena prize girl, he reconnected with her, and his whole life changed, as did Kim’s as they both found a second chance at romance.

Will Kim’s gamble pay off? Will Jason get a chance to win her in the MMA match for her? And what about the tormentor girls?

You’ll just have to read the book to find out.

This book is just over 59,000 words long.

"So This Is My Life Now" Now On Smashwords

Get "So This Is My Life Now" Here!

When a high-powered corporate exec discover that lower tier employees are unexplainably happy, she investigates and thanks to a mysterious new kind of brain implant, shortly thereafter somehow becomes a sex slave to the Lesbian Janissaries of the Thongan Resistance! It's lesbian BDSM erotica with a science fiction flair!

It's a tasty 13000+ novelette (another thousand words and it would have been a novella!) set in the Your Fantasies Unlimited milieu of my Basic Income stories. It's the same story that's been on sale on Amazon for a while, now available on Smashwords because I think it has appeal for all the lesbian sex slavery erotica fans out there.

It's been rewritten, about a thousand new words have been added, and some of the text throughout has been improved, but there's no point in buying it on Smashwords if you have it on Amazon, because it's the same story in both cases.

There IS a point to buying it on Smashwords if you haven't bought it on Amazon, and that point is that it costs a buck less: it sells for $2.99 on Amazon and for $1.99 on Smashwords. Ah, the vagaries of the marketplace!

If You're Interested, Here's Why The Cover Got Changed

The new book has a different cover. Is it better? I don't know -- it's certainly sexier. Here are both covers, so you can compare for yourself:

Old Amazon Cover:



New Smashwords Cover:



I've got both covers up side-by-side on my computer and to my mind, the new cover beats the old cover hands-down, even though it violates several rules of good cover creation.

Both covers violate one of the most basic rules of cover creation, which is, don't make the cover up yourself, get an artist to do it. I understand that rule and totally agree with it -- most artists create MUCH better covers than any writer/editor ever could.

But I LIKE making book covers, so the hell with THAT rule.

The new cover violates another basic rule, too. Generally, photos are considered to sell erotica better than artwork, so you should use photos, preferably of naked women (which you are not allowed to do by either Amazon or Smashwords, so you use photos of scantily-clad woman).

In my first cover I followed the rule, but didn't like the results I got. I started out looking for an image of a corporate type (left) and a sexy almost naked woman. In the course of looking for cover art on DepositPhotos.com, I found two such images of women whose faces vaguely resembled one another. So I used those two, although they weren't really typical erotica models (though one was naked and had a spectacular body). Using them, I was able to get a strong image that did a good job of portraying the corporate executive/sex slave conflict, but which wasn't all that sexy.

When it came time to publish the Smashwords edition of "So This Is My Life Now" I knew I wanted to use a sexier image to take advantage of Smashwords' looser style guides and I wanted to be truer to the image that inspired the story.

Because there was a specific image that inspired the story at this NSFW link. It's from a NSFW bondage video by Carissa Montgomery for the BorntobeBound website.

To approximate it, I used an image created with Second Life avatars. (DEFINITELY a no-no! Covers made with gaming images are, to be fair, often horrible.) But I think I did a pretty good job of capturing the image. I used two avatars on poseballs created by a Second Life sex rug that was hidden beneath a green screen room (that I had set to black). The background of the cover is decorative background art that I bought from Deposit Photos.

I was able to use my control of cameras and lighting to get the angle right for my image, capturing June's face from straight-on instead of the 3/4 shot from the video. And I was able to make it look as if June might be getting spanked rather than fucked. (Because that's what the poseballs had the avvies doing.)

But to be honest, I don't think my cover completely matches the image that inspires the video. There's just a wonderful "How the fuck did I wind up getting bound and fucked like this?" look to Carissa Montgomery's face that is just incredibly powerful and hard to replicate. And the smirk worn by the actress fucking her is just wonderful. The Second Life avvies, although sexy, can't match the intensity of the original image.

Also, Montgomery's body is sex and sensual in a way the Second Life avvie doesn't match.

That said, the Smashwords cover gets maybe 75-80 percent of the inspiring image, which is a huge improvement over the Amazon cover, IMHO. And I'll take that, you betcha.

Mall of Shame: It’s Sexual Bondage Porn! No, It’s Socialist Propaganda! Stop Arguing You Two – It’s BOTH!

In my previous post I told you that Mall of Shame is almost entirely sexual bondage porn – and I was right, it is! That’s what makes it such GOOD socialist propaganda. Good propaganda isn’t noticeable, it hovers in the background, unnoticed while it weaves its magic.

For example, I was five or six books into E.M. Foner’s Union Station series before I realized I was reading pure-dee libertarian propaganda disguised as humorous light space opera. I only figured it out when I was brought up short one day by realizing what an utterly miserable life one of the minor characters must be leading, a life of unceasing toil at a dull job he had little interest in, with almost no reward for his toil other than the very barest necessities of life. It wasn’t slavery, but it was close enough for all practical purposes. And it was presented as just a normal thing. This wasn’t SUPPOSED to be a horrible fate, it was this guy’s big opportunity. Of course, things go very well for the guy later in the story but with a very subtle change his story could have been a living hell.

So I did Foner a favor and satirized “Date Night on Union Station” with a story that pointed out the hellishness of a libertarian system in Late Nights On Onion Station which, frankly, is a very ham-handed story that clubs you over the head REALLY HARD with how rotten things are on Union/Onion Station. But hey, that’s parody for ya. It’s not intended to be propaganda.

SPOILERS BE HERE! YAR!!!!

So, I’m going to go into detail on how I injected socialist propaganda into “Mall of Shame” with descriptions of specific scenes and so forth. It will give away plot points, but given that the story is hardcore erotica (or “porn” as it’s also called) it might not matter much to you. Your call whether or not you continue. You have been warned!

One of the themes I wanted to work with was the alienation that capitalism imposes on human beings. There’s a scene early on in the story where Karen notices that the shopgirl’s tone with her has become polite but distant, she is no longer friendly. This sends a chill up Karen’s spine: she recognizes that tone, she has used it herself in her works as a human resources manager. It’s the tone you use to calm an employee whom you are going to have to fuck over in some way. When you hear someone using it, you should be very, very alert.

The shopgirl because of her job in her capitalist business, has to alienate herself from Karen, because she’s “making a scene.” Karen needs help at this moment, but she will have none, because she’s in a mall, the very belly of the capitalist beast, and the only thing that matters in a mall is if you have money to buy the goods and services on sale. The natural impulse to help Karen is alienated, replaced by a responsibility to take care of the business imposed by management, which is why the sales clerk summons the mall cops.

I don’t spell any of this out in the story of course. That would be clumsy, club-you-over-the-head propagandizing. Some writers are clumsy and can’t help such writing, more often, they feel that their Message is Too Important to be rendered subtly, so out comes the Reader Club. This is always a bad idea. People don’t like being clubbed over the head like baby seals, even with ideas!

In the story we just note the chill Karen feels when she hears the shopgirl’s tone. Karen ignores it, she is too caught up in her reversal of fortune to realize she should back out of the situation quickly and quietly.

Karen also ignores the feeling however, because for most of her life she has been a member in good standing of the Professional Managerial Class (PMC) which typically includes doctors, lawyers, corporate managers, academics, etc. She’s a Human Resources Manager for a mid-sized corporation, her husband is a tenured professor at a small college.

And the girl who’s telling her she can’t have the bottle of “Joy of Ecstasy” perfume that she wants is a shopgirl, someone lower than her on the capitalist totem pole: let’s face it, a prole (proleterian). The shopgirl also has brown skin, so there might be some racism in there, too. But Karen would probably ignore a white shopgirl, too. Karen is alienated from the shopgirl and can’t “hear” her because she belongs to a different class than her, so she doesn’t catch the cue that she’s giving Karen that the boom is going to be lowered if she continues to act out.

In any event Karen can’t help acting out, her world is collapsing on her. Specifically, she gets bad news from her husband when her card is declined: he has been laid off -- his tenure turns out to have had limitations (part of the belt-tightening in academia imposed by capitalism).

Karen herself is currently unemployed but she thought herself secure, that they could easily survive on her husband’s salary indefinitely, and he was tenured! Also, Karen is sure she will be rehired by her old firm soon, they hinted at that when they laid her off. This is just the sort of lie that she as a human resources manager has told employees when they got laid off, but she doesn’t recognize it as a lie when it is told to her.

That’s because she’s a meritocrat, a creature of capitalism’s class structure. She feels that she and her husband have gotten ahead through hard work and skill and that because of that they live by different rules than other, lesser beings (proles). Meritocrats are deeply alienated not just from the proletariat, but from one another and themselves.

Karen in fact arrives at her situation precisely because of the effects her job has had on her personality. She’s a terror, a ruthless and successful corporate climber. Nobody dares to cross her. She wasn’t laid off because of incompetence, she was just what the top managers wanted in a human resources manager, a ruthless force. Her job was simply automated out of existence, as Artificial Intelligence made further inroads into mid-level management. If they had needed a human mid-level human resources manager at all, they would have kept her.

Like most meritocrats, Karen never believed she could lose her job to automation. She was so wrong.

And the ruthlessness and general “Karen-ness” that made her so successful carried over into her marriage. Her husband had not told her about his job loss because he was terrified to do so. The bad investment that sealed their financial doom was a desperate attempt on his part to restore their fortunes without Karen ever finding out about it. Desperation created by fear.

And that’s how Karen found out about her economic woes so suddenly, and so unfortunately, when her credit card is declined.

When the financial rug is pulled out from under Karen, she panics. The shoplifting isn’t a product of necessity or anything like it. She doesn’t need a $600 bottle of perfume in any real sense. But what Karen desperately needs is to be the sort of woman who can afford a $600 bottle of perfume. And what she finds out from her husband is that she is not that. THAT’S why she is so insanely intent on getting that perfume. It represents her still being a PMC member of the bourgeosie. And she is DESPERATE for that.

This being a mall, Karen can get herself out of trouble just by coming up with the money for the perfume. But her husband can’t do that for her, he has emptied all their accounts to maintain his deception and make his very bad investment. The Punishment Pit being so final in nature, the mall cops know she’s dead broke because if she had ANY financial resources, she would have used them.

(Karen is the least likable character I’ve ever created, but she and her husbands are victims of capitalism, too. They’re just utterly incapable of understanding it at present.)

Karen’s poverty is why the mall cops feel safe in manhandling Karen and dragging her off to the Security station to be tried by the mall arbitrator. Which given all the security cams, is a VERY pro forma process, and Karen is found guilty in minutes.

Then she’s processed: stripped, bound, fitted with a shock device and a dildo wand, and set out for public viewing. Now that’s she a poor person, she’s just so much meat for the machine.

Of course all of this social analysis does not show up in the story, it would stop it cold like a pig in a python. It’s the underpinnings to the story, which is pure porn on the surface. Which makes it more effective as propaganda as readers aren’t aware of the hidden structure of capitalist alienation that feeds the story, disguised as an excuse for nonconsensual kinky sex displays in a mall.

And of course when the action of the story really gets going we move way beyond what’s currently acceptable in terms of public nudity and sex, especially in malls. I explain it away as a program needed because actual jails are full of criminals who are killing people and blowing people up for revolutionary reasons. (The proles are getting restless!) But it’s actually because this is hardcore erotica, dammit. Gotta provide those kinky thrills to the readers!

Plus it’s fun to violate the upper middle class norms that govern malls so very, very thoroughly in my story. And it’s important to enjoy one’s work. And it’s important for one’s READERS to enjoy one’s work.

"Mall of Shame" Now Shamefully Available on Smashwords

"Mall Of Shame" Smashwords Link

which includes Kindle, Nook, epub and other formats.




This story is just about entirely sexual bondage porn. From beginning to end, it’s almost all either naked people tied up and being sexually molested in public or people being stripped and tied up in preparation for being sexually molested in public. It’s one of the pieces of writing I’ve done as well.

And the sexual bondage is not consensual, it’s not consensual AT ALL. While nobody’s parts get put inside or rubbed against anyone else’s parts (though dildo wands figure heavily in the story, and there’s a butthook) so there’s no RAPE, per se. But … there’s orgasms aplenty.

If that doesn’t leave you wanting to get the novella, I just don’t know what will.

Writing “Mall of Shame” was smooth as silk. It worked wonderfully in my Basic Income world, set just a little bit in the future when AI-driven automation is just starting to turn the screws on the Managerial Professional Class. (More on that in another post on the Pat Powers subreddit).

So give the story a read, I think you’ll find it engaging and totally sexual bondage-licious!

A Love Beyond The Struggle: How A Billionaire Rape Story Became A Dark Romance

Get the story here on Amazon $2.99 or free if you have Kindle Unlimited

When I first started writing “A Love Beyond the Struggle” I thought I was going to write a billionaire rape story for publication on Smashwords. In fact the working title for it was “billionaire rape story.” I was writing to market, hurrah!

Unfortunately, it didn't end up that way. Early on, it got changed, though I wasn't aware of how drastically it was going to change.

After a bit of thought, I decided on Nero Wolfe as the model for my billionaire. Clearly, he'd make a GREAT billionaire, ruthless variety. But I couldn't do an exact Nero Wolfe map, even if I wanted to. Nero Wolfe had a finely developed moral sense, he was not a kidnapper or anything like it. Archie Goodwin, even more so.

So I came up with a darker Nero Wolfe, the billionaire Colin Whitworth. He maintains a harem of kidnapped women on his private island to keep him entertained while he makes his billions from green energy.

The idea here is to make Whitworth a force of nature thanks to all his money and power. He's so powerful that his sexual whims, illegal or not, ethical or not, get enacted, and there's no accountability for him at all … his money ensure it.

So his assistant Garth Goodwin (an Archie Goodwin analog, of course) would be a counterpoint to Whitworth who sees his amorality clearly but still enables it. Garth wouldn't be involved in the harem at all, other than helping with acquisitions and disposals. He would be the romantic lead.

And at some point after I came up with that dynamic for the story, I realized that I could write it for Amazon by having all the harem sexual action occur offscreen, in essence. Garth might know all that goes on in the harem, but he wouldn't describe any of it in any detail, not being deeply interested in it.

Which I realized makes for an EVEN BETTER story, because I can make the story chock full of fantasy fuel for harem bondage sexual fantasies, without having to describe any of them (hence complying with Amazon’s rule against nonconsensual erotica). All the nasty, dirty kinky sex stuff can occur in the reader’s nasty, dirty mind.

Sweet!

And that's when the story because a romance, specifically a dark romance. And of course, a very DIFFERENT kind of dark romance. I think it's an interesting and original story of a sort I've never written before. I've written other works that aren't erotica: “Slave Girls Of Outer Space,” “The Visitor From Incel World” and “The Love Invasion” but they were all basically science fiction adventures. This is a straight-up romance with no explicit sex whatsoever but SOOO much fantasy fuel. (Very Gorean, in fact, though Gor DOES have its sex scenes.) Will it work? Who knows?

You'll have to buy it and see what you think, if you like a dark romance. It’s $2.99 on Amazon or free if you have Kindle Unlimited.

"Sex Station Slut" is hardcore sexual bondage rape socialist propaganda science fiction porn!

Get it here on Smashwords (Kindle format available) for just $1.99



Here’s a little scene from a great sports movie, “Bull Durham,” that describes my creative process. I don’t know where the story is gonna go!

Take “Sex Station Slut” for example. Like some of my stories (OK, a lot of them) it had its beginning in a pornographic image. This image here, a totally NSFW hentai. It’s not the best hentai in terms of graphic quality. Particularly bad is the left leg, where the artist CLEARLY had some issues with handling foreshortening properly, so that the left leg appears to be about half the size of the right leg.

But that’s not important. What really matters is that the image is insanely hot. The figure of the bound, naked woman is ripe and round and her breasts are large. She’s posed in what appears to be mid-writhe. Why is she writhing? Some of it might be the giant buttplug in her ass. (The butplug n her ass doesn’t bear looking at closely, or thinking about at all. It just serves to make her look sexually impaled.)

But the real clue is her pussy, which is reddened and damp. It looks like someone has been fucking it senseless, or at the very least vibrating it with a wand or finger banging it. Whatever, her pussy is the very picture of female sexual arousal.

Combined with her dynamic pose straining against the ropes that hold her, and the big gag that covers her mouth, and her wide open eyes, she’s just a vision of helpless female sexual arousal. You just want to jump on that pussy and fuck it senseless and make her scream with pleasure into her gag as she writhes helplessly beneath you while you fuck her brains out.

And that’s the feeling I wanted to capture in my story, that jump-on-it raw lust fuck it now feeling.

So I started out writing a story about a horny young dude with money in his pocket wanting to get it on on a Friday night, and wound up writing hardcore socialist bondage rape porn about the way capitalism alienates people from one another, and from their own feelings.

Really. That’s what happened. I had thought about capitalism and alienation before, but never from the perspective of bondage porn. It was always political in nature when I thought about it.

But my main character said early on “That’s capitalism for ya.” It was a throwaway comment, comparing capitalism to the weather, something huge you can’t do much about, just shrug and go on. And the crux of the story is what sort of relationship might arise from all the intense bondage sex they have. But the male character kept having issues because of the female character’s job.

And that’s when I figured out what was going on, and I went with it, and that’s how I wound up writing socialist propaganda hardcore bondage rape porn.

Now, I tried to go easy on the socialism, and I think I did a pretty good job It was easy in a sense, because it was a relationship story and it was porn, so I kept things focused on their sexual action and their personal relationship, and tried to keep it to the natural thoughts the protagonist would have … no sudden outbursts of speculation on the nature of capitalism and its debilitating effects on human relationships. I just showed the relationship being degraded by the inbuilt assumptions of the protagonist.

I strongly suspect that no one would recognize it as socialist propaganda if I didn’t point it out as such.

The female protagonist is not the POV character, and she spends a lot of time gagged, but when she does talk she is not very forthcoming. She has the kind of clear perspective that people sometimes get when they are on the very bottom of the social totem pole. But she also knows that, being on the bottom of the social totem pole, nobody cares about her opinions. (Something being bound and gagged a lot while strangers rape her has taught her.)

I also found it easy to keep my socialist propaganda in the background because I set my story in my Basic universe, where most people are the survivors of a genocidal war between regular folks and oligarchs that damn near wiped out both sides, with the regular folks survivors, still numbering in the hundreds of millions (but no longer in billions) guaranteed a Basic Income since almost all jobs are automated and the oligarchs own all the machines.

The resulting society is kind of utopia, and kind of a dystopia, depending on your point of view and your experiences. For the oligarchs, it’s a utopia, they have wealth beyond measure and can do whatever they like, constrained only by the knowledge that there are only a few hundred of them and if they make things too tough for the regular folks they might just get wiped out if there’s another war. As they learned in the previous war, they might have all the weapons and all the tech and be able to kill regular folks en masse, but when millions of people are willing to risk death to kill you, you die, even if the chances of your dying are a million to one.

Still, if you can just resist the impulse toward genocide, life is pretty sweet for oligarchs.

Life is also very sweet for Premies, or Premium citizens, those few people whom the oligarchs need to perform important tasks for them. They live like rock stars, with beach mansions and very comfortable lifestyles in general, including the ability to obtain Basics who have misbehaved as sex slaves through the Pet Girl program (I’ve got a freebie book about a Pet Girl called Pet Shop Slave Girls #1 Katie, feel free to check it out, better yet check out the novel I wrote about a Pet Shop slavegirl, Nataly: Virgin Auction.

Premies live like medieval lords when they aren’t working for the oligarchs, and there is a lot of media interest in their goings and doings and parties – they are celebrities, in essence.

Life is also pretty damned good for Basics if they can stay out of trouble, which mostly consists of not committing acts of violence or stealing. They get all their Basic needs (housing, food, clothing, medical care) taken care of for free, and a lot more than that, actually. Here’s a bit from the promo for “Nataly: Virgin Auction” that shows how good Basics have it:

>Everything went to hell for Nataly when her dad lost his job as a programmer and he and the family went broke and had to fall back on Basic Income to survive. Nataly, her father and mother found themselves trapped in a nightmarish reality in which they had to eat PRINTED steak and lobster instead of the real thing, when they couldn't charter a private jet for a family vacation, but had to SHARE a jet with other Basics on vacation, and in which they couldn't buy first-run designer fashions straight from the runways of Paris, Rome and New York, but had to wait a MONTH to buy incredibly cheap knock-offs (once again, PRINTED instead of handmade), and endure other such indignities too numerous to mention.

As you can see, Basics have it pretty good. Vacations, designer clothes, lobster and steak for dinner every day if they like. Cheap 3D printer tech has made material want a thing of the past.

And if you’re a Basic with any intellectual interests, the ollies will not only allow you to pursue them, but will actively HELP you pursue them. And if you want to be a rocknroll star and spend all your time playing music, you can do that, you can do pretty much whatever you want except hurt other people. The Ollies don’t care, and they make no pretense of having religious or moral concerns about the Basics, they just want to them to not be violent. (Though various forms of recreational violence, such as boxing, MMA fighting and football are allowed – useful for giving release to the violent impulses of hormonally swamped younger males and sometimes females.)

And even though jobs are rare, gigs are not rare, many Basics have gigs, like our protagonist, work that can disappear overnight, often very short term work, just things that need to be done and can be done by your average Jamie. And if you have a gig you may not be a rockstar, but you can easily afford to buy the use of a woman like Vanessa for an hour or two – any kind of use you like.

The only people who have it rough are the Basics who can’t live by the rules, for whatever reason. People like the Pet Shop girls Katie and Nataly, and Vanessa.

The Basic universe is hence a cross between Super Ultra Late Stage Capitalism and Super Gay Luxury Space Communism. The oligarchs own it all, but what does “ownership” mean in this case? Not a hell of a lot, to the Basics.

The point of all this is that I could embed my socialist viewpoint in simple descriptions of Basic society – it’s already there for me to use, I don’t have to do tons of exposition.

Well, now you know. Buy the story, get turned on and propagandized! You have nothing to lose but your capitalist propagandizement!

The MeTwo Girls: Rape and Sexual Harrassment in Hollywood, Now on Smashwords

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And the fact that it's on Smashwords rather than Amazon should tell you that it's a lot raunchier than anything Amazon will permit.

I actually started writing this story for Amazon, but about halfway through I realized that I was either going to have to completely rewrite it or write it for Smashwords, because it was a dubious consent story at the very least and could arguably be a rape story, and Amazon wants nothing to do with dubious consent erotica, much less rape.

So I went with the pure, strong line of the story: two actresses bent on outwitting a Hollywood heavy whose intent is forced sex, offering a juicy role in exchange for a "night of love" as the old romances used to call a night of totally freaky maledom/femsub sexual bondage depravity.

I had a great time writing the character of stunt woman Sabrina Sinclair (real name: Marybeth Scoggins). Her peculiar and original approach to sexual morality is at the center of the story, really, and she has the swagger and boldness of a stuntwoman to go with it. Between that character and a ripped-from-the-headlines storyline, and a very long, very explicit, very depraved sex scene that has an interesting double vision aspect to it, I think I got a winner here. Give it a read, I hope you'll agree.