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Skin Effect: More Science Fiction Erotica

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Skin Effect is a groundbreaking anthology that amazes as well as arouses and sets the bar for erotic science fiction. It features mesmerizing tales that push the envelopes of both science fiction as well as erotica in innovative and stimulating ways ― stories voyaging to the near as well as the far future, exploring the ultimate limits of sex and arousal.

Jenkie Jenkins: Interstellar Sex Reporter! The Story on Durango 3: A cub reporter assigned to the sex beat, Jinkie Jenkins was determined to go after the ...

“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. 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 an entire planet.

But her editor insisted that she was on the sex beat, take it or leave it, and Jinkie was a reporter, dammit, so she took the sylph 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 sylph life of cowboys and hucows 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 long. If you're looking for a funny science fiction space opera 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!

Review ― Virtual Reality Mistress



Virtual Reality Mistress

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This extremely kinky novella left me kind of speechless. In a good way. Jody orders a Virtual Reality Mistress on Amazon (haha), a device that interprets and lets you explore your deepest sexual fantasies. So, Jody plugs himself in and down the rabbit hole he goes. Turns out his increasingly kinky and brutal fantasies are about submission in the hands of multiple dominant ladies.

I read this pretty much in one sitting. The book is fast-paced and well written, and the author keeps turning up the steam at a steady rate. There's also something incredibly sweet about this story. There's no real conflict here - usually I would say every book needs conflict, but I found it touching that all the characters were simply enjoying themselves. It was all about pleasure and acceptance, even though it took very extreme forms. Jody didn't seem to have too much trouble accepting his dark side.

I also find the idea of a virtual reality lover immensely fascinating. What if one day we have such things, and what if they are indeed so good that they replace the need for actual human contact? A wonderfully thought-provoking subject matter.

~ Reviewed by Ann Adler

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The filthiest sex hole in the galaxy! Harsh words indeed to describe a quiet little sexual amusement park set up on giant space station. But that's how virginal reporter Jinkie Jenkins, interstellar sex reporter for the Interstellar Inquirer, felt about it after a few hours spent covering the goings-on at Sexquest Station.

Jinkie's sylph hotmeat, who came along to help out with the sexy stuff (and also because she had sold herself to Jinkie for five credits back on Durango 3) was all over Sexquest Station. Jinkie, product of a very strict upbringing on a sexually conservative planet, was not so pleased, and was heard to say "Eew!" frequently.

That's because Sexquest Station swarmed with sylphs, as naked consensual slave girls were called in the parlance of the Human Quadrant. The sylphs and their owners did one sexy thing after another. There were naked dildo jacks and smiling contests (to see which sylph could keep a smile on her face while being sexually distracted) and there was even a flower show (the flowers being shown, though fully organic, were not in any way plant-derived).

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 legal sylphers, but it was rumored that the Borkistanis did considerably less legal things than sylphing out in the crapsack worlds beyond the borders of the Human Quadrant.

The Borkistanis were even rumored to have kidnapped the entire planet of Alderan! It was the biggest news story in the Human Quadrant, and Jinkie was desperate to cover it instead of the sexy, sexy, far too sexy goings-on of sylphs.

Will Jinkie get involved with the Borkistanis despite her boss' strict orders not to? And will the overwhelmingly sexy goings-on of the sylphs on Sexquest Station bring the powerful, unknown feelings that they create in Jinkie to a head?

Guess you'll just have to read the novelette to find out!

This story is over 30,000 words long and is part of the Aspect of Loki universe.

Attack of the 100 Foot Virgin! a full-length novel that is the latest of the Jinkie Jenkins adventures, is now out! Here's the cover ...


Jinkie Jenkins Adventure #3: Attack of the 100 Foot Virgin: Jinkie finds Alderan and becomes a rampaging 100-foot virgin for perfectly logical reasons!


And here's the pitch:

Oh, noes! Jinkie got kidnapped! What happened to her?

Well we can't tell all, not in this blurb anyway. But in the writhing mass of kinky science fiction erotica, hilarity and 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 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. 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 real 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 just a hair 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.

Painted Doll: An Erotic Science Fiction Novel

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A Futuristic Peek at Kink Du Jour

Among the pleasures of a dystopian future are the erotists, professionals who paint their clients' bared skin with neurochemicals that induce all forms of sensation ― even pain. Erotists offer landscapes of ecstasy, sexual extremes, joy, and delight. Few citizens can afford the skills of the talented Domino. Fewer still know her identity is but a mask. Beneath the facade, Claire hides from a vicious crime lord who would not only kill her, but also her childhood lover. But the mask of Domino is beginning to crack.

Strange sexual pairings and practices highlight this futuristic noir tale ― set in a wildly imaginative erotic time ― exploring who we are and the sexual awakenings that occur when we become someone else.

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Doera Ex Machina: (Slave Girl From the Machine): Book 3 of the Love Slave Robot Wars Series

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Jetta was a product of advanced AI tech, a love machine designed to sexually please her owners in any way they desired. Jetta was gorgeous, had no inhibitions, had skin that felt human, was always lightly perfumed, and had some transhuman attributes like a prehensile tongue. Jetta was what she had been designed to be -- every man's dream of sexual desire made flesh. Plus, she was self-cleaning!

And she was the property of Dan, the man whom Anna would like to be the property of with every bit of her kinky little heart. Surely Anna's wit, humanity and desire to serve Dan in ways that exactly matched HIS kinky little heart would give Anna an advantage, wouldn't it? Anna knew how much they had once meant to one another, before Dan had been emotionally wounded by a bad breakup and was suspicious of human women.

In the third and final book of the Love Slave Robot Wars, we dive deep into what it means to be alive, what it means to be human, and how a machine might experiences love and sex, and sexual bondage. This sexual threesome explores the very limits of humanity and sexuality.

Who will win the Love Slave Robot Wars? You will, gentle readers.

This novella is just over 32,000 words long and is part of the Basic Income world.

The Adventures of Jinkie Jenkins, Insterstellar Sex Reporter: Books 1-3 of the Jinkie Jenkins Adventures, Now In One Exciting Volume!



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I've combined “Jinkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter – Assignment: Durango 3” and “Jinkie Jenkins on Sexquest Station” and “Attack of the 100 Foot Virgin” into a single tremendous volume, “The Adventures of Jinkie Jenkins.” It's 108,000 words long, and while some people would say it won't make you richer, thinner and smarter, there's no scientific evidence that it WON'T. And that means it WILL make you richer, thinner and smarter, by Occam's Shaving Brush.

Jinkie Jenkins is the story of a virginal young wannabe investigative reporter who is hired by the Interstellar Inquirer and put on the interstellar sex beat by her shady editor. She wants to cover the kidnapping of Alderan, an entire planet, supposedly done by the Borkistani pirates. Instead of tracking down the pirates, she finds herself encountering rump plug plopping contests, herds of wild ponygirls, sex slave training pens, and hucow stampedes, and she buys a sex slave on the cheap and becomes a 100-foot naked virgin giantess. That's the sex beat for ya.

(Yes, hucow stampedes! You know how many other stories have hucow stampedes? None of them! THAT'S how original this story is!)

Seriously, “The Adventures of Jinkie Jenkins” is seriously funny science fiction, and it's sexy as hell, too. How funny and sexy? Well, suppose you time traveled into the present and met a woman with the sexiness and looks of Estella Warren, and the funny of Tina Fey. You'd have to marry her, right? Well, that would be Iliza Schlesinger! Or if you're a woman, suppose you met a man as handsome as Ryan Reynolds and as funny as Stephen Colbert. That would be … Ryan Reynolds!

So go out and marry Iliza Schesinger and Ryan Reynolds, they're already married to other people in THIS timeline, but hey, this is science fiction and alternate timelines, right? And in the MEANTIME, buy this book! It's just like having Iliza Shlesinger for your wife, or Ryan Reynolds for your husband, if they were into sex slave fantasie -- but in book form. And this book is a LOT easier to get than Iliza Shlesinger or Ryan Reynolds. (I'm not saying they like to play hard to get, mind you, it's just that this book is REALLY EASY to get, I mean, totally slut-level easy, especially if you have Kindle Unlimited.)

By the way, this book is banned on the planet Alderan. And they've got their reasons. No need to go into that here. Read the book and find out why!

The Great Chase: The Fourth and Concluding Story in the Prop Master Series

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it's about a hundred years in the future. People use gliderjets to commute, ending traffic jams. A period of great sexual repression and censorship has ended and people are much more open to sexuality in their media.

The DID Productions staff continues to work to create epic mainstream sexual bondage movies with DID elements. And the saboteurs continue to work to create havoc on the set. The scenes get wilder and wilder: yes, there are ponygirls in chains on trampolines in one scene. And a lot of other sexy and unlikely peril bondage scenes elsewhere. Ponygirls at a wedding. Ponygirls freaking out psychedelic drug worshipers. And a chainsaw which has soft, rubbery tongues attached to it, instead of blades, the fiendishly sexy tonguesaw!

Meanwhile, DID Productions hires Rivemont Investigations to find out who'd been sabotaging them and to prevent further stabotage. Roberto Escalder is the lead detective for Rivemont in this investigation, and as he works, dark secrets will be unearthed from the past, secrets that drive some DID Productions people in surprising ways. Violence will erupt, and key players will be endangered. Mixed martial arts will be involved, as well as bombings and worse.

Worse? Oh, yeah, there's worse.


Can Escalder figure out whose invisible hand is pushing the pawns as they attack DID Productions shoots before someone else gets hurt while they try to create fun, sexy movies that adults can enjoy?

You'll just have to read the book: and it IS a book, novel length at over 60,000 words -- to find out.

Office Slave: In the Future, Work Will Be Sexy, Kinky and Fun!

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It's the future. Robots have taken all the jobs. Everyone still alive after the civil wars that happened as a result of that lives 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 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, even lower than being an intern, and just as unpaid!

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 sexy, kinky sex games, an important part of keeping any corporation humming along smoothly. There will be much fun had in break rooms, in hallways, in deserted meeting rooms, and in crowded workrooms, including but not limited to the slave girl bouncy ball bondage race! Plus a mysterious message, corporate insider info and skullduggery, and a heaping helping of BDSM whatnot!

If you're up for some upbeat, kinky fun, set your brain on robot cruise control and enjoy this ride.

This story is just over 15,500 words long and is part of the Basic Income universe.

The Night That Christmas Got Real

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Stolen Collar, Stolen Heart

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Most of her friends thought Donna was one of the luckiest girls in school. Two boys wanted to collar her. One was Coyote Simmons, a tall, handsome MMA fighter who'd won the state championship in his weight class, who also loved English Lit as much as Donna did. The other was Kit Kavanaugh, the heir to a billion-dollar economic empire, and also a first-string linebacker for the East Molina High School football team, who thought Donna was beautiful and very intelligent because, well, she was.

But Donna was not at all sure she wanted to be collared by ANYONE, at least, not right out of school. She knew she would be, it was the way of things, but she planned to break six temporary collars if need be to become a free woman, uncollarable unless she asked a man to collar her.

But maybe she wouldn't break the collar until she'd had her fill of all the delicious sexy times that were the immediate aftermath of being collared. Donna was a normal, red-blooded girl who liked sex and bondage and being utterly helpless and sexually dominated as much as anyone. And since temporary collars automatically ended after three months if the girl didn't accept the collar, well there was a lot of sexy fun ahead of Donna whether she broke a collar or gave herself to the first man who collared her.

But there were dangers in getting too comfy in a man's collar. Everyone said being collared changed everything, brought girls into a new and different world that made being collared the most wonderful experience in the world, an experience so intense and profound that girls who lost a collar often went into Collar Frenzy, turning into complete sluts in their efforts to get collared again as soon as possible.

Could this happen to Donna? She didn't think so. But her best friend Terry had been collared by her boyfriend Mike as soon as she turned 18, and after that, she showed every sign of being changed by her collar. It frightened Donna, because she'd and Terry had discussed collaring a lot, and Donna had been sure that Terry was on the same page Donna was. And yet after Mike collared her, she was totally Mike's girl. How had that happened?

Who would collar Donna, if anyone did? Would collaring change Donna forever? Read the book and find out!

This 45,000 word novel is the first in the Collar World series.

The Prop Master Adventures: The Prop Master, Books 1-4

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“The Prop Master Adventures” is a collection of all four previously published stories about Jack Davis, the Prop Master, and his friends. Those stories are: “The Prop Master,” “Cindy's Student,” “Cindy Stripped Bare,” and the novel-length story, “The Great Chase.” All four stories form a single meta-story that concludes with “The Great Chase,” totalling 100,000 words.

It features:

Lust-crazed Hollywood starlets begging Jack to show them how to make movie damsel in distress scenes into steamy bondage scenes!

Ponygirls on trampolines, chasing through suburban backyards!

Rubbery Tonguesaws of Doom heading toward helpless damsels!

Exploding sex machines!

Hairs' breadth escapes, stunts galore!

Crazed MMA fighting stunt girls!

Glider-borne mad bombers!

Small town power tripping gone mad!

A string of murders in a rural small town!

And much, much more.

It was all a bit much for a persnickety control freak and movie prop master who basically just wanted to tie up beautiful Hollywood movie stars in a safe and responsible manner for filming and make love to his sexy stunt woman girlfriend Cindy (a loving slave girl to Jack who loved to be personally bondage wrangled by him).

But it was what Jack got when he signed on as bondage wrangler for the DID Productions movie studio. With help from Cindy and the relentless chess-playing detective Raul Escalder, he'll gain control of the situation if he has to use every knot he knows! And Jack knows ALL the knots … just ask Cindy, and half the B-movie starlets in Hollywood.

Collar Dread

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Collaring. It was the most exciting thing for any woman on Collared World, the entrance to a new world of sex, love, romance and finding her rightful place in the world. Most women loved it, craved it, sought it with every bit of their submissive hearts.

But not all women felt that way. There was a thing called “Collar Dread.” Most women felt it now and again in a mild way. After all, being collared changed you, everyone knew that. And change can be frightening. We've all got a little Peter Pan in us, frightened of the changes of adulthood.

But most women got over it easily, and then loved being collared so much that many of them went into a sort of temporary insanity called “Collar Frenzy” if they lost their collar.

Some women were terrified of being collared, so much so that every year a few women killed themselves to avoid being collared. Sometimes it was due to mental illness, sometimes due to the quirks of personality and experience. Part of Arlette Spencer's Collar Dread was undoubtedly because her parents died when she turned 12 and she had to go to an orphanage because there were no relatives to take her.

But there was more to it for Arlette. Much more. She feared collaring like death itself, even though she lusted desperately for it And when she left the orphanage and became eligible for collaring, she lived in constant fear that the worst – or was it the best? -- would happen. Perhaps both. Collaring was a mysterious unknown looming over all of Arlette's life.

Arlette had always known she would be collared to some sleazy corporation and vended out to men for their profit, living for sex alone. She was an orphan, she knew the worst could happen to her. Once collared, the question was, how would she survive? Would Geoff, the hunky alpha male slave trainer who had a way of falling in love with his charges be the key? Or was it Dr. Kojak and his team of crack … or was it cracked? … corporate psychologists? Or did the answer lie in Arlette herself? And why did people keep telling Arlette she was going to experience something more wonderful than she could even imagine once she fully embraced her collar?

To find out, read the book. It'll be fun! Psychological suspense combined with erotica and just a smidgeon of humor.

"Collar Dread" is a 48,000 word novel and is number two in the Collared World series

Campus Slut Run: In Spring At Havermont College, The Girls Put On Their Free Use Collars And Run For Their Sex LIves!

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It's spring, and on the alternate Earth designated as Collar World, the campus sluts are stripping naked, putting on their free use collars and running around campus, ready to be grabbed, tied down and fucked by any man that can catch them! And boy do they get chased. But if they get inside a building, they're safe ... poor things!

That's the basic concept of a campus slut run, and what fun I have with it! It's just a spring short story, and it's just 99 cents if you buy, free on Kindle Unlimited. It's a kinky spring romp! Enjoy!

Run Sluts, Run! See Sluts Run!

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Keeping it light, funny, sexy and science fictional, these three kinky stories are set in the future, and deal with women who race in three different ways, for stakes varying from dear freedom itself to a commendation for an office job well done, to fame and fortune, and of course for the sheer pleasure of it.

In “The Slut Run” we have a conflicted feminist graduate student who spends her days writing papers on nanoagression, but on Friday nights goes out and gets drunk and strips naked in bars, daring anyone (man or woman, she's bisexual) to catch her, collar her and make her their slave girl, which is legal on her planet. It's a BDSM romp with fun for all.

In “Office Slave” we have two office slavegirls (a job category even lower, though not much lower, than interns!) competing in a race where they are naked, bound to bouncy balls, and race through a crowded office, for the chance to get commendations from the office workers, which might possibly lead to an actual job where they'll be paid, just like real workers! She's also racing to deliver a message to an executive, but everybody keeps grabbing her and having sex with her. Not that she minds – that's why she took the job, after all.

And in “Slut Race 3250!,” set in the far distant future, we have an interplanetary slut racer, a pro who, along with her Master, is an expert at manipulating her own and others' sexual responses even when she's bound and gagged and helpless. It's a race to see who can make who succumb to their own sexual feelings, and it's a top interstellar sport, as others can hitch a telepathic ride on her and her opponent's sexual feelings. Fame, fortune and millions of stellarbucks, and millions of orgasms hang on the outcome of the slut race!

As you can probably tell from the summaries, these are all fun stories set in a future of amped-up, maxed-out sexual bondage fun that awaits us all. The stories total over 47,000 words. Bon appetit!

Each of these stories was previously published under the titles listed here: if you have already bought them you will not find anything new. If not, the price of this volume is the same as the prices of the stories when they were sold individually … a real deal … you can't lose!

Crazy Aunts & Scary Uncles

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When the professional kidnappers showed up in Connie Nelson's classroom at the end of the day, she was floored, flabbergasted. Her own sister had Crazy Aunted her!

But Connie was all right when the Collartunity Corporation kidnappers stripped her naked, cuffed her hands behind her back, hooded and gagged her and belted vibrators into her blazing nether regions, and strapped her into a cage on wheels and rolled her off to be delivered to an unknown man -- hopefully, the Scary Uncle of her dreams.

Connie was all right with it even though she knew she was not Crazy Aunt material. She wasn't some weird, flaky woman who couldn't get along with anyone. She was a popular, successful, winning gymnastics coach who'd been offered over a dozen personal collars, though she'd turned them all down. After all, there were so many Masters out there to submit to in her Free Use collar.

The Masters and Mistresses at the Pluterday Club, for example, knew her well, and on most any evening would spend hours putting her body through the most intense sexual pleasure they could think of. Connie's limber gymnast body was their plaything, ,and they tied and chained her in all sorts of challenging and bizarre positions, then applied vibrators, dildo poles, Sybians and their own tongues, cocks and hands to her body while she moaned and writhed helplessly for hours on end. At the end of the night they sent her home, half asleep, thoroughly sexed out and totally satiated.

Still, Connie had been doing this sort of thing for over a decade, and she craved a new kind of adventure, and being a Crazy Aunt to some Scary Uncle might just be that.

Mathematician Kevin Patterson fit more properly into the Scary Uncle mode. His idea of a great weekend was spending long hours in his study, staring unmoving at the walls while he worked on his particular field of study, Fourier transforms. The few women who'd worn his collar found him maddening, and broke the collar each time. But Kevin was also a dominant Master who really loved to use a girl like Connie.

Could Connie and Kevin find happiness together? That's the question as the game of Crazy Aunts and Scary Uncles is ON!


Note: this is one of my most erotic erotica novels ever. But the next novel in the Collar World series, "The Visitor," is science fiction, not erotica. It will have TONS of great fantasy fuel for sexual bondage fans, but there will be no graphic descriptions of sex acts. I'm warning you about this because I don't want to disappoint erotica fans with science fiction, any more than I'd want to disappoint science fiction fans with erotica. In the time-honored tradition of indie publishers, I will only disappoint erotica readers with actual erotica, and will only disappoint science fiction readers with actual science fiction!

The Road to Aquibonya: One horny mage. 12 horny succubi slave girls. Monsters, outlaws and fairies. One great erotic harem gamelit adventure.



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I've written another erotica short with an actual plot. When will I learn? But I did include a helluva sex scene. To wit:


People tried to warn the mage Crom Agnon when he bought a dozen Immortal slave girls at the Immortal Gardens slave auction and headed out of town on the Vanyita Trail the next day.


They told him that between the outlaws and the supernatural creatures that infested the woodlands around the trail, and most of all the dozen Immortal slave girls, that he would not survive to see the next day.


But Crom Agnon was no ordinary mage, and he had bought a dozen of the hottest, kinkiest, most dangerous slave girls known to man for a reason. Well, two reasons. One was exactly the reason you'd expect a man to have for buying hot, kinky slave girls. The other, almost rational reason was related to his plan to journey to a remote town in neighboring Aquibonya, where he would face one of the most fearsome supernatural entities known to mankind -- if he lived to get there.


Note: this story contains a sex scene that is almost 10,000 words long. Sex addiction, blindness and hairy palms are NOT the responsibility of the author or the publisher. Also, this story has been infested with humor. You have been warned! You may take such warnings lightly, but being sex addicted, blind, hairy-palmed and laughing your a** off is no way to go through life.


This story is 26,000 words long and exists outside any known universe.

A New Short Story From Pat Powers: "So This Is My Life Now ..." Femdom/femsub a go-go and do you know real real from virtual real? Because I have NO idea what I'm doing here ...

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I have started outlining my novels, though the outline tends to get fairly worked over by my subconscious as I write. But when I write novellas and short stories, I'm still a seat-of-the-pants writer, which means that often, I have no idea WHAT the fuck I'm doing. I just sit down with an idea, start banging things out, and see what happens.

The amazing thing is, I think my subconscious is a better writer than my conscious mind is, and it has PLANS. Plans I have no idea of!

Take my latest story, “So This Is My Life Now ...” It was inspired by porn. Really. It was inspired by an image of a woman in a spiffy black outfit wearing a strap-on and fucking a really curvy, really naked blond wearing a sex harness, a collar, a silver ballgag and with her hands tied behind her back, bent over a table. The woman in the black outfit is smirking, the woman being fucked is grimacing.

The idea was to use a striking bondage image to create a story. And I looked at it, and my mind did as it sometimes does when it sees a striking bondage image, and it created a backstory for this video (which is, in full, about a cop who gets the tables turned on her and becomes a lesbian mistress' slavegirl).

The Mistress' outfit looks kinda like a uniform, so I immediately had an idea: the Mistress is a rebel warrior and the submissive is the cop who got the tables turned, just like the video. I had a vision of the Mistress fucking the slavegirl on the table as in the video, smirking merrily, with people walking by, making the submissive feel so humiliated, with her huge tits squished against the table and her round ass hanging over the edge, tied down and gagged … oh, it was nice.

So then I start writing, and I start writing about a skinny corporate executive buying an implant that gives you dreams that are experienced like real life, from a snarky, class-conscious, non-sentient salesbot.

What the fuck? Where the hell did that come from? I have no idea. But I keep writing because I kinda wanna know. And because, while on a few occasions when something like this happens, it's gone nowhere, most of the time I come up with a better story than I anticipated.

And damned if this wasn't what happened here, because this story turned out to ask the question, “What if your fantasies were better than real life in every respect?” It dealt with the nature of dreams and reality, how they are experienced and how they affect you. The story got into the erotica very fast, in fact, almost all of this story is erotica, with tons of lesbian domination and submission and public sex, nudity, bondage and humiliation – all the good stuff. Stuff that's better than real life ...


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June Jetson was just an ordinary executive, single and married to her job in a time when jobs were becoming increasingly scarce. Head of a corporate human relations department, she discovers that many of her company's lower tier employees are unaccountably happy. They shouldn't be happy: her corporation, like most, is cutting wages and extending hours for the ever-shrinking pool of employees it hasn't yet fired.

So what makes these wretches so happy? A bit of research leads June to discover that her happier employees are all customers of companies like Your Fantasies Unlimited. June decides to conduct some personal research, and life gets very strange when she discovers Mistress Suzy, a Lesbian Janissary of the Thongan Resistance, a dominant warrior woman who knows exactly how to make submissive June bend to her every whim.

What will happen to June? Can she cling to her rung on the ever more precarious corporate ladder when she discovers an erotic fantasy world that is so much better, so much more fulfilling, more thrilling, and just as real, as her “real life?”

“So This Is My Life Now” is mostly erotica. But it's also science fiction. And it's social commentary. All bundled into one juicy story that will grab you by the genitals and fling you in to the future!

“So This Is My Life Now” is also just over 10,000 words long and part of the Basic universe. Enjoy!

So This Is My Life Now ...

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Laura was by all accounts the feistiest and talkiest Tiny in her village in the magical land of Corliandra. (But she wasn't the tallest, she was just an average Tiny at 3'6” tall.) And Laura was SURE she would never turn into a simpering love slave like most of the other Tinies did when they turned 18. She would never fall for some beautiful nine foot tall Big, because being a Big's love slave was so wrong, even if everyone else, including her Tiny mother and Big father, assured her that it was so very, very right.

But Tinies, Normies and Bigs all wanted Laura as their love slave, because she had a curvaceous body that along with her passionate personality, set lust lights glimmering in their eyes.

Gina was a Big at 8'6” tall, and she was the most accomplished huntress and archer in the village, and also quite beautiful. She loved to listen to Laura talk (Laura was a great and frequent public speaker). She dreamed of the day she would collar Laura and listen to her talk for hours, generally after Laura had used her tongue in other ways. And unknown to Gina, Laura had eyes for her, perhaps because of the grace with which Gina moved, or her knowing half smile that hinted at a tantalizing world inside Gina's shy exterior.

When Gina makes her move on Laura after she turns 18, Laura discovers the magic of love. Finally, Laura know the joys of being a Tiny love slave, and Gina knows the joys of having a Tiny love slave. And these discoveries may Somehow lead Laura and Gina into a whole new world of erotic possibility, of lesbian bondage, public nudity, erotic dance and bondage orgies, which may Change Everything – even in the real world outside Corliandra!

This novelette is just over 21,000 words long, and is Book Two in the “Your Fantasies Unlimited” series.

WARNING: This books is infested with humor, has a pleasant and fun approach to sex and sexuality, and contains graphic sexual content of the sort that those who enjoy graphic sexual content will enjoy. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

Enjoy my story "The Night Christmas Got Real" now free on Amazon through Dec 25. And Merry Christmas!

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Da blurb:

Simiyuki Simmons was an Asian-American who was a long way away from her country of origin, culturally and personally. She thought of herself as an all-American California girl. But she also longed to be the right guy's hentai heroine, doing all sorts of kinky, sexy things while totally under his control. Unfortunately, there were an awful lot of wrong guys out there. She had never met one that even came close to being the right one.

Joe Culpepper was a gamer, leading a lonely and impoverished life as an auto parts picker. He was a large, powerfully built man, but was still very shy around women. What if he spoke the truth of his heart to them, that he wanted to dominate them in bed and make them do all sorts of deliciously sexy things? They might think he was pervert. And he wasn't a pervert. He was just kinky.

Christmas magic will have its way with these two, and help them learn that love and trust are the true sources of Christmas joy, in a way that will warm more than their hearts.

This story is 13,500 words long.

Late Nights On Onion Station

Late Nights On Onion Station, A Parody of the EarthCent Ambassador series



If you LOVED Date Night On Union Station] (Book 1 of the EarthCent Ambassador series) you'll LOVE Late Nights On Onion Station the sexy, sexy parody of "Date Night on Union Station" written by the infamous Pat Powers, author of Crazy Aunts and Scary Uncles and Jenkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter.

Onion Station lies in the outermost reaches of human-explored space, a gigantic artifact created by the alien Zuks, artificial intelligences that are so badly programmed that they are extreme libertarians. They run Onion Station with a fine disregard for safety, comfort and well-being of the various alien species that dwell in their station, including the humans.

But it's the beings who live in Onion Station that make it the unique, exciting and strange place that it is, and when the Earth Ambassador to Onion Station starts dating an actual human man (much to her mother's relief) everything changes on Onion Station. This simple act of dating will bring together a fascinating group of characters:

Kitty Reinhardt, the human ambassador to Onion Station, is totally dedicated to her work. She earns the 25 cents an hour that the tight-fisted Zuks pay her the hard way, i.e., attending diplomatic receptions and helping Earth firms negotiate trade deals with the many other alien races in Zuk space. She's proud of what she does for humans in her role as ambassador (but it is too bad about the starving people who die regularly in the lower corridors of the human sector of Onion Station). But it's her relationship with her more than just comfortable chair that is a source of deep shame to her, even though she's not at all guilty about her taste for kinky maledom/femsub bondage sex.

Mike Bonus, the trader with a heart of gold who buys the contracts of starving humans by the dozens on the cheap at Onion Station and sells them off to slave traders on crapsack worlds for a fat profit – and who is revered as a saint by the humans whose contracts he sells.

Kitty Reinhardt's chair, which seems sentient to Kitty, given that it converses with her and does things to her that previously were confined to safely nonsentient machines like vibrators -- but which the Zuks SWEAR is not sentient.

The Sisters of Mercy, who rescue starving humans crawling through the mean corridors of Union Station ... but whom many starvelings would describe as anything BUT merciful.

Dweezil the Dreddarian, a six-limbed otterlike alien with a sharp eye for info-trading and a very commercial approach to friendship.

The Fringe, treelike aliens who have a taste for Earth epiphytes to hang in their canopies.

And the Zuks, the artificial intelligences who run Onion Station and live in fear of the massive artificial intelligence that runs the station itself, because it's definitely one of your more godlike artificial intelligences, and it's just as benevolent as the Zuks who created it.

But most of all, you'll have fun, and lots of it, as a favorite series is parodied senseless by someone who has read and enjoyed every book in the series.

And if you have not read "Date Night on Union Station" go ahead, get over there, dig in, you'll enjoy it! The whole series is on Kindle Unlimited! It's sexless, but it's fun. And "Late Nights On Onion Station" well, it provides all the kinky sex an adult mind needs to ... adult ... and it's ALSO on Kindle Unlimited!

Transformations: Witnesses

The first book in our Transformations series will be a free giveaway February 5 - 6!

A religious cult has taken control of Cuba, turning it into a sexual playground. But, the Church of Morpheus has designs beyond the island. It plans world domination through sexual perversion. And, the organization is growing...

Upstate New York is a world away from the goings on in Cuba, but the Church of Morpheus is there. Three Jehovah's Witnesses come to a remote farmhouse in the country. What they find there will change them forever.

A story of mind control and debauchery, BDSM and extreme body modification.

Star Treque: Attack of the Kinky Slave Girls! -- An Erotic Parody

Star Treque: Attack of the Kinky Slave Girls! -- An Erotic Parody (Collar World Book 6) Now On Amazon

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I enjoyed parodying "Late Night On Onion Station" so I thought I'd give parody another shot, this time a SLIGHTLY better-known property, "Star Trek." I'm a fan, watched TOS, the Next Generation and some episode of Voyager and Enterprise, as well as all of the movies. I even married a woman who went to Dragoncon wearing a tribble suit. I didn't marry her FOR that reason, but it should be noted that it didn't deter me in the slightest, in fact, it was cool to me.

So I felt fully qualified to parody Star Trek. I decided to base my parody on TOS, because let's face it, there's a LOT of room for parody there. Most especially sexual parody, since The Original Series was an unreconstructed product of the sixties, with Captain Kirk jumping on any green-skinned alien woman he can find and Lt. Baskethead (I mean, Rand) sexing up the show for no particular reason, a task soon taken over by Nichelle Nichols.

I didn't entirely confine myself to TOS characters, I included Lieutenant Worf (Lt. Rorf Woof in my story) from Next Generation mainly because I was going to have Klingons, too, and he would come in handy for several reasons.

For the same reason, I had an Orion slave girl ("Aurion" in my story) as a cultural attache on the crew, helping integrate the Orions into the Federation, or as I called it, the Agglomeration. Encountering the Empire of the Collar (essentially, Collar World in space with gigantic men, because why the hell not?) the Participation Prize crew would naturally call on an Aurion slave girl for advice on how to deal with such a sexy menace.

Especially since the Empire of the Collar is technologically far in advance of both the Agglomeration and the Klingons (“Klaxons” in my story). It would have made an interesting story for Star Trek, except of course that Star Trek would never have been sex-positive and kink-positive.

And of course, being an erotic parody I was free to follow the sexiest, kinkiest elements of the story as far as I wanted to, which was very far, indeed. And I did not neglect the humor either, I had a LOT of fun with story and characters.

It's a shame media Trek could never follow where I have gone before. I've been to science fiction conventions, I've SEEN what the fan base gets up to, left on their own. They would have loved it. In the meantime, there's my parody, I'm hoping fans will love it. Maybe you will, too. Either way, live long and pump her.

Emmalina's Rape

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Emmalina's Rape: An alternate world where rape and romance go together like maraconi and cheese. Except without the calories!

Some bullshit rules on Smashwords have forced me to classify this story as having incest in it. There is no incest of any kind in the story. None. If you buy the book looking for incestuous thrills, you'll be disappointed. You have been warned.

Everyone -- her own sister, her brother-in-law, her psychiatrist, probably her PARENTS if anybody had asked them -- wanted Emmalina raped!

Emmalina had officially been classified as a Crazy Aunt, living in a room in her sister's house for five years, hiding from all the Masters out there whom she was sure wanted to rape her.

When she'd tried to buy a gun, that had triggered EVERYONE. They thought she would shoot some innocent Master who looked at her the wrong way. She would NEVER do that, she was sure. But nobody believed her, and that is why she wound up bound, gagged and being driven to a stranger's house – not just ANY stranger, a Crazy Uncle! -- to spend an indefinite time as his sex toy, being raped repeatedly while in total bondage!

Emmalina is SURE that being repeatedly raped by Jose the Crazy Uncle will turn her into his mindless love slave, just as the same experience turned her sister, and all other women, really, in to the mindless love slaves of men. Because that was the only explanation for how much they loved the men. (Oh, sure, the men loved THEM, too, but come on, the women were their sex slaves!)

Can Emmalina and Jose find their way to a healthy, natural Master and slavegirl relationship despite their rocky start? You'll just have to read the story to find out.

This story is over 35,000 words long and is part of the Collar World and Scary Aunts & Crazy Uncles series.

You can get the book for free via Kindle Unlimited or buy it on Amazon by clicking here.

"Always Pay Your Parking Tickets on Pluterday" is one of those stories that just comes out of nowhere. Well, not TOTALLY out of nowhere, it came out of somewhere, specifically, this very, very NSFW image.

I knew there was a story in that image SOMEWHERE, I just didn't know what it was. There was just something about the totally hapless expression on the woman's face that just cracked me up. “Oh, well, I'm being fucked by the person in the leather suit in my pussy and my mouth at the same time AGAIN.”

So I just decided, what the hell, I'll pants it. Just sit down and write whatever my subconscious comes up with. Every so often when I do this it feels like someone is in my subconscious telling me a story. This is not the norm.

Most of the time, the voices of my characters are careful constructs. I've detailed before how I use the voices of comedians like Bill Burr (who, in my mind, voiced a character in The Visitor from Incel World or characters from stories whom you might not expect to find in erotica and who've been through some major changes (like Nitro Wilde and Moxie Maven in The Love Invasion who are, respectively, a female asexual genius private eye and a sexy slavegirl private eye who assists her, and who are based, respectively, on Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin). Most of the time I use them for the “voice” of the character, the way they express themselves (though Wilde and Maven are more like fun-house caricatures of Wolfe and Goodwin). 

But this was not a constructed character, I did no planning at all. This gleeful, perverted motormouth started up and told the story and all I had to do was write it down.

Really, “Always Pay Your Parking Tickets on Pluterday” has stuff I have never done before. It has, for example, a twisty plot. I generally have plots in my stories, but they're not TWISTY because what's happening in the story is generally far out enough that playing games with it is just gilting the lily.

Also, this is my first gonzo bizarre humor story. I use humor in all my stories, to one degree an another, and in various ways. For example, Princess Slave Girl of Bal-Marduk is a straight-up parody of the primeval insanity that was the Bronze Age, whereas The Adventures of Jenkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter is a the old “virginal prude is forced to encounter extreme sexual depravity a lot” story ramped up to infinity and beyond as future technology takes depravity to new extremes.

Even relatively serious stories like Stolen Collar, Stolen Heart which is basically a young adult contemporary romance set on an alternate world where everyone is kinky, had a lot of parodies of Earth customs, such as dating for young adults being replaced by kidnapping and collaring.

But I've never done bizarre (aka bizarro, aka gonzo) humor before. I hadn't realized I was writing it until after I finished the story. I think you'll get a feel for the tone of the story by comparing three things: the photo that I said this story was inspired by, the “Parks & Recreation” TV series which I was binge-watching while I wrote this and the cover seen immediately below from the book Santa Claus Conquers the Homophobes.”


They all combined in my subconscious somehow to create the story I wrote.  And though I can't tell you plot details, I can tell you this: hang on, you're in for a wild ride!

This story is over 7,100 words long and is the third story in the “So This Is My Life Now” series.

The Beautiful Dreamers BDSM Erotica Collection Now On Amazon

Beautiful Dreamers

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The Beautiful Dreamers Lesbian BDSM Erotica Collection includes:

So This Is My Life Now
Tiny, Big
Always Pay Your Parking Tickets On Pluterday

In the future, advanced neural interface technology allows programs to directly access a person's mind and to shape and form their dreams, while allowing their subconscious mind to guide those dreams. Here are three stories about people who explore this brave new world starting with June, a corporate climber investigating the unexpected happiness of the lower-tier workers in her corporation in “So This Is My Life Now.” June's whole world gets changed when she suddenly finds herself a slavegirl of the Janissaries of the Lesbian Thongan Resistance.

In “Tiny, Big” there's Laura and Gina, two poor dreamers whose worlds come together in unexpected ways in a fantasy world where Tinies, Normies and Biggers live in peace and harmony despite their differences.

Finally, in "Always Pay Your Parking Ticket on Pluterday," a nameless dreamer signs up for dream technology and discovers that the penalty for not paying parking tickets of Pluterday are dreams that are truly strange, and truly erotic.

Give yourself an erotic treat and travel to the place that stretches between the inner mind and the erotic limits!

This collection of stories is just shy of 39,000 words and comprises all three of the “So This Is Your Life Now” series. Enjoy!in unexpected ways in a fantasy world where Tinies, Normies and Biggers live in peace and harmony despite their differences

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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!

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The Road to Aquibonya: One horny mage. 12 horny succubi slave girls. Monsters, outlaws and fairies. One great erotic harem gamelit adventure.



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I've written another erotica short with an actual plot. When will I learn? But I did include a helluva sex scene. To wit:

People tried to warn the mage Crom Agnon when he bought a dozen Immortal slave girls at the Immortal Gardens slave auction and headed out of town on the Vanyita Trail the next day.

They told him that between the outlaws and the supernatural creatures that infested the woodlands around the trail, and most of all the dozen Immortal slave girls, that he would not survive to see the next day.

But Crom Agnon was no ordinary mage, and he had bought a dozen of the hottest, kinkiest, most dangerous slave girls known to man for a reason. Well, two reasons. One was exactly the reason you'd expect a man to have for buying hot, kinky slave girls. The other, almost rational reason was related to his plan to journey to a remote town in neighboring Aquibonya, where he would face one of the most fearsome supernatural entities known to mankind -- if he lived to get there.

Note: this story contains a sex scene that is almost 10,000 words long. Sex addiction, blindness and hairy palms are NOT the responsibility of the author or the publisher. Also, this story has been infested with humor. You have been warned! You may take such warnings lightly, but being sex addicted, blind, hairy-palmed and laughing your a** off is no way to go through life.

This story is 26,000 words long and exists outside any known universe.

"So This Is My Life Now" Now Available At Smashwords Here!



Here's da blurb!

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 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. (The Basic Income stories are a dystopia/utopia in which practically everyone is unemployed but lives a comfortable but limited existence in huge Basic apartment projects. A few oligarchs rule the world, but revolution is implicit in innocuous tech like dream implants.) 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 sci fi 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!

Here's my latest story, a pulpy, hardcore SF noir story about an archaeologist who is profoundly affected by a vision of Bronze Age woman's experience of being enslaved and raped, that ends of saving the archaeologist from a similar fate. Not for the faint of heart.

You can get the book on Smashwords (in Kindle, Nook, epub and other formats) by clicking on this text. You can't buy it on Amazon because their censorship regimen won't allow graphic descriptions of what went on in the Bronze Age when a city got conquered. For that you have to read, say, the Bible.

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.

Yard Sale Slut: The Novel



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:

Mia was a very giving, very bendy young woman who like a lot of men and some girls, and she liked them a lot. She had all the sexy augments and implants that boosted sex far beyond what the unaugmented could experience. Dating one boy at a time was so... dull. So it was only natural that she would become a kinky bondage tavern slut and learn to experience life as one long, sex-fueled orgy of fun and lust.

Smashwords link (includes Kindle format) $2.99



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. However, temporally it is set about 100-150 years prior to Tavern Slut #1 and Tavern Slut #2, which are roughly contemporaneous, in the Basic Income Oligarch Wars timeline. It takes place in the run-up to the Oligarch Wars, a much more dangerous and unhappy time than the postwar world of Tavern Sluts 1 and 2.

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."

Three Tavern Slaves

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.

(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.

Jenkie Jenkins: Interstellar Sex Reporter! The Story on Durango 3: A cub reporter assigned to the sex beat, Jinkie Jenkins was determined to go after the ...

Just published an Amazon 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.

"Jinkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter" Is Now On Smashwords

You can get the story for just $1.99 on Smashwords, and you can go to Smashwords by putting this in your URL window

smashwords(dot)com

and replacing (dot) with a . and pasting this afterward: /books/view/1109453

I apologize for Goodreads putting you through this to get at my book. They are actively discouraging authors.

And now for the blurb:

The filthiest sex hole in the galaxy! Harsh words indeed to describe a quiet little sexual amusement park set up on a giant space station, but that's how reporter Jinkie Jenkins of the Interstellar Inquirer felt about it after a few hours spent reporting on the goings-on at Sexquest Station.

Jinkie's sexually voracious slave girl hotmeat, who came along to help virginal Jinkie out with the sexy stuff, was all over Sexquest Station. That's because Sexquest Station swarmed with sylphs, as naked consensual sex slave girls were called in the parlance of the Human Quadrant. The sylphs and their owners did one sexy thing after another. There were naked dildo jacks and smiling contests (to see which sylph could keep a smile on her face the longest while being sexually molested) and there was even a flower show (the flowers being shown were nestled between the spread legs of slave girls).

Jinkie grew much more enthusiastic about Sexquest Station when she discovered that the Borkistani slavers were operating a slave training pen at the station, as well as providing amusements. The Borkistanis were legal slavers, but it was rumored that the Borkistanis did considerably less legal things than consensual slaving out in the crapsack worlds beyond the borders of the Human Quadrant.

The Borkistanis were even rumored to have kidnapped the entire planet of Alderan! It was the biggest news story in the Human Quadrant, and Jinkie was desperate to cover it instead of the sexy, sexy, far too sexy goings-on of the slavegirls on Sexquest Station.

Will Jinkie get involved with the Borkistanis despite her boss' strict orders not to? And will the overwhelmingly sexy goings-on of the sylphs on Sexquest Station bring the powerful, unknown feelings that they create in Jinkie to a head?

Guess you'll just have to read the novelette to find out!

This story is over 30,000 words long and is Number 2 in the Jinkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter series.

The Adventures of Jinkie Jenkins, Insterstellar Sex Reporter: Books 1-3 of the Jinkie Jenkins Adventures, Now In One Exciting Volume!https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...

Interstellar Sex Reporter Jenkie Jenkins rips the lid off the planetary kidnapping racket in the explosive finale to the Jinkie Jenkins Adventures, and it's now a novel on Smashwords for your enjoyment.

Want to know more? 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.

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.

A few years ago I wrote "The Night Christmas Got Real " as a fun, light, kinky Christmas erotic romance story with some Christmas magic and elves mixed in. I've made it available free to all every Christmas since. So here it is again, free on Amazon through December 26. Happy Holidays to all!

The Night That Christmas Got Real

"I, The Glider Gun" a 30,000 word novella that can only be described as pulp detective sci fi parody erotica, is now on sale at Smashwords. There's a link to the Smashwords site on my Goodreads blog post here.

Here's what it's all about:

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, as Lacy tracks down the murderers responsible for an horrific cold case.

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.

Karg Is Now Available on Smashwords In Kindle and Other Formats

You can find the link to Karg on Smashwords at my blog post here:

https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...

Karg asks the burning question of our times: “What if Margaret Mead was a curvy blonde astronaut and got captured and enslaved by warriors on a primitive planet and discovered she really liked sexual bondage and sex slavery?”

Karg is the story of Susan Yearby, a curvy astronaut who is stranded on Karg, a planet full of dinosaur-like giant lizards and the warriors who ride them, and sexy slave girls and the warriors who ride them. Separated from Tully when an unknown enemy blows up their lander and forces their mother ship to flee the solar system, Susan is quickly captured and enslaved by the primitives who live on Karg. Somehow, she must find Tully and make her way across this strange planet full of perils and discover what attacked their lander.

Susan’s journey is a long one, leading her through primitive bondage rituals and rites, the slightly more civilized Fighting Pits of Kanorga, a barn where she becomes a hucow, a field where Susan is one of many prizes in a battle fought by dinosaur-riding warriors and much more. She spends almost all of her time on Karg naked and in chains and she is raped, enslaved, sold and generally treated badly.

Keeping it together under such circumstances is a tall order, but even naked and in chains, Susan has inner resources her captors cannot even guess at... and a blazing determination to find her way back to Tully and civilization with nothing but her wits and her nanotech to aid her.

Karg is not the counter Earth, it’s the under-the-counter Earth! This novel is 117,000 words long and is not part of any other universe ... that we know of!

The Slave Girl Diet

"The Slave Girl Diet" Is Now Available on Smashwords

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.

"Butterfly: A Day In The Park" Now Available on Amazon and Smashwords

Butterfly A Day In The Park

So here ya go friends, another light-hearted kinky erotic romance. But one appropriate for Labor Day. In this story I tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a society where no one is insecure about having food, shelter and clothing and no one is required to work, and the work that is available is four six hour days out of an eight day week: in short, a four day work week and a four day weekend. (We could do this right now if we wanted to.) They have plenty of time for love.

Also in that world, BDSM is considered the normal way to have sex. It is, in short, a fun world. The story is about two people who go to the park, dance, have lunch and go to a sex dungeon and have all sort of sexy dungeon fun. That is literally all there is to the novella, though they have a LOT of sexy dungeon fun.

We don't live in a society like that, but Labor Day IS a three day vacation, so here's hoping you all have a wonderful time this Labor Day.

Your Body Or Your Life

"Your Body Or Your Life" Now Available on Smashwords

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 sexual bondage? Read this 15,000 word novelette and find out!

Virgin Slave Girls of Parados

Got a hankering for some alternate world SF steampunkish sexual bondage erotic romance set in a variation of the Old West? Then have I got a book for you! (It may be the ONLY book for you, it's kind of a small niche.)

It’s 1850 and Matty McGee and Arlene Beaver Dance have turned 18. Now the friends are out on the town in the Republic of Geronimo. They’ll visit a friend being raped in the punishment stocks, a pony girl friend and a saloon slave whore. Soon they’re ready to lose their virginity in the local whorehouse, submitting to Masters in a night of passionate sexual bondage in this 23,000 word novella.

Crosstime Sex Slave

Just published! Crosstime Sex Slave. Jenny fell asleep in her apartment on Earth and woke up naked, caged and bound, a sex slave on planet Gork. Jenny soon discovers that she’s been bought by Brappa Munga Ichtor, a college fraternity, to be used as a sexual party favor. This 25,000-word science fiction taboo erotica novella is a panoply of rape erotica, sex slavery, mind control and sexual bondage. Get it now!