Constance Letterman's Blog

I am beginning a new adventure and a new website. In addition to writing my pieces of erotica for sale on Smashwords I am starting a free continuing erotic adventure on my new website.

Set in the magical world of Shoals Asunder, this will be a series of action adventure and romance, staring a variety of colorful characters and creatures.

My first segment is Ripples of Desire:

After losing her way in an unfamiliar forest, Eaglette discovered a sacred lake. She took refuge, but little did she know, the guardian would require a payment for infringing on her domain. Eaglette didn’t have much in the way of worldly possessions It’s a good thing sexual favors will do.

Tsabien followed the procession, though not of her own free will. She was flanked by two fierce looking attendants. Two more followed them, shoving Kishvee into line.

“Would it help if I said I was sorry?” Tsabien whined.

To Kishvee she hissed, “This is all your fault. We were bound for a cushy life, now we’re in for the rock mines for sure. You just had to go and mess it all up, didn’t you? Is getting brushed against the grain all that bad?”

The jump-suited attendant squeaked in dismay and leapt for the hose nozzle. The slippery shower floor proved to be her undoing. She flopped to the floor, belly first. She scrambled to her knees grasping for the flailing hose. Her left boob popped free of her sodden bra as she attempted to reign in the hose. With a triumphant cry she got the errant tube under control by sitting on it.

Behind Tsabien, Kishvee was laughing maniacally. Suddenly she cut short her laughter at the realization of the damage their antics had caused.

The Feyla cleared his throat as he marched over to stand sternly over the disheveled technician. He was drenched. His fine clothing clung to him and his silver hair hung dripping over his face. He reached down and grabbed the technician by her exposed breast. He then looked up at Kishvee and Tsabien. 

“You three, with me! Now!”

The worker started “But…I am not a…” She was cut off by his angry glare and his hand squeezing her tit hard enough to make her squirm.

The water hit Tsabien full in the chest, sending her tumbling backwards. Arms, legs and tails cartwheeled across the tiled floors. Kishvee squealed when she fell, and Tsabien piled on top of her.

The two twisting figures took out several other slaves and one of the attendants holding a long handled scrub brush. They tumbled into a chaotic pile, sopping fur and hair tangled inelegantly. Tsabien, on the top of the pile, choked on the water still rushing forcefully out of the hose. It went up her nose, and in her mouth. She gagged gasping for breath.

The scrub brush slid across Tsabien’s hand, and she grabbed it, pulling it to her. She held it in front of her, using it to split the flow of water, easing the force. that let her stand up and catch her breath.

She swung the long handled brush around, waiving it frantically at the attendant with the torn jumpsuit. It missed, but hit the water hose hard enough to send it flying out of her hand. The hose slithered about, still on full blast and careening around the bathing area. It was headed for the front entrance, and Chromus.

A wet naked mop of a Fuffin collided with Tsabien. “Help,” she cried, “they are going to scrub me bald. These Kiron no nothing of caring for this much fur.” Kishvee scrambled to hide behind Tsabien.

Tsabien and Kishvee were suddenly pelted with a blast of water from a most perturbed looking engineer. The poor Kiron girl’s orange jumpsuit was torn open, revealing her bright pink and black spotted bra. “That furred she-devil’s claws are sharp!” The little worker had some sore looking pink welts across her chest and belly from Fuffin nails.

She opened up her hose again on the damp naked slaves with enough force to knock them to the floor. “Take that you fiend!”

Tsabien removed her clothing, rolling them into a ball and shoving them reluctantly into her travel sack. Naked, she didn’t even have a place to stash her lucky deck of cards. She gave the stalwart attendant, a Kiron woman with plastic overalls and rain boots, a pleading look.

“That won’t do you any good,” The attendant chided her. “You won’t need any of this from here on out. They’ll go into storage, and if your new owner chooses, they can collect them. Your needs will be provided for by the syndicate from here on out. Your needs will be whatever we say they are.”

With that, the attendant left taking the last of Tsabien’s freedom with her. Tsabien found herself bare and huddled in a mass of shivering naked bodies. Water sluiced over her, and someone scrubbed her rather vigorously with a scrub brush. It all happened fast, and the attendants were a blur.

The unlikely pair were hastily escorted through a maze of cages. The criminal slave market was very busy on this particular rock. A good half the cages were filled with unfortunate souls.

The Fuffin had eased her struggling. The muscled brutes herding them must have been under orders not to damage the goods, but that didn’t make the grips on shoulders and wrists any less uncomfortable and unbreakable.

The Feyla man in the lead didn’t address them, he made notes and peered into cages as they passed. He held a long list of numbers, matching plates on the cages and made X’s or checks beside the numbers. He turned to his captives.

“I do apologize that this is taking a bit long. But the fact that the two of you were originally allocated for hard labor just indicates that someone has been doing a crap job of assessing our inventory. Honestly, just because you have an added amount of fluff or fur doesn’t mean you can’t be an entertaining slave.”

They passed the old woman that first interviewed Tsabien in her cage. The Feyla gave her a smug grin and the crone just wrinkled her face even more in disgust.

“If that old bat had her way,” continued the Feyla, “our consortium would go broke selling our valuable assets for mere pennies to those damn rock mines. My name is Chromus, you will probably hear it whispered in awe. I am the best slave merchant the syndicate has. I keep the money and the slaves flowing. Look at me getting chatty and we have made it to our destination.”

They walked to a large tiled shower room filled with women and men of a variety of races huddled naked and being scrubbed by uniformed workers. 

“Strip and hand your belongings to an attendant. Or you can not strip and we will forcefully remove your clothes.” 

While the two Feyla muscle struggled with the frightened Fuffin, Tsabien straightened her clothes, stooped, and grabbed her napsack. All her worldly possessions were in that bag, and she didn’t want to lose them.

Very little prodding was needed to keep her close in line behind Kishvee. She wanted to keep an eye on her companion. She wished there was some way to comfort the anxious creature. The truth was, however, that she didn’t know what was in store for the two of them. She didn’t want to tell her everything would be alright if it wasn’t.

A tall thin figure regarded them with a razed eyebrow. From his elegant elven features it was obvious he was not Kiron or Fuffin. A silver fluff of a tail swished anxiously behind him.

Kishvee exclaimed, “Feyla!” She spat the name as if it were a curse.

She recoiled from Tsabien, covering her sensitive flesh. It was no secret the two races were at odds. Their mutual history was filled with wars over the territories of the moon and planet. The Feyla was flamboyantly dressed in a red furred jacket that was bursting at every opening with lace and frills. He smiled at the pair and clapped his delicate hands. 

“Wonderful. What a show. I must be honest, the two of you were originally destined for heavy labor, kitchen slaves at the best. I believe your enthusiasm will earn a better price as sex servants.”

He snapped his fingers and two women appeared at his side, Feyla like him, but with tails and hair of red. They were powerfully built and stern faced, his muscle. They unlocked the cage and roughly hoisted Kishvee and Tsabien to their feet. The Fuffin kicked, flailed, and cursed at the Feyla. She was easily overpowered and dragged from the cage.

Tsabien looked up, her pouty lips an O of gratification. She removed her fingers from her companion’s slick sex, and placed them in her own mouth. She licked the salty moisture off her fingers, and regarded the person intruding on their fun.