Sep 252020
 

Lovecraft Country is a television series on HBO. It is the adaptation of the book of the same name. The plot concerns several African-Americans struggling with weird shit and the racism of the 50’s. The evil in this show is vile, disgusting and horrific, and that is just the racists.

I got to tell you, I am a bit burned out on H.P. Lovecraft. He had great ideas, but these ideas had their genesis in his racism and fear of outside cultures. As I get older, that root racism becomes more and more obvious. I am a big fan of how he created new mythologies and horrors, but I find most fiction written about his universe to be predictable and too familiar. In short, I think I am over him.

So I was pleasantly surprised when Lovecraft Country decides early on to explore some of Lovecraft’s themes without direct references to his fiction. This is Lovecraft Adjacent, or like the title says, in the same country as his fiction, but not a slavish recreation. In other words, the monsters, mythology and horrors are in a similar vein, but completely original.

And of course, the biggest change is having African-American heroes. Holy shit, i feel I have waited my whole live for African-American pulp heroes. Not only are they tough and sexy, but most of the heroes are outright nerds. It is their mastery of knowledge as well as their bravery that carries them through. Lovecraft would have died of fright at the notion.

In the world that this takes place, the heroes better be brave because America is racist as fuck. The first episode is about three African-Americans travelling the northeast of America encountering cruel hostility and outright attempts at murder. The sickening thing is how similar these period piece acts of racial aggression are not all that different from what you encounter today.

The big difference is that at five episodes in, the racists have suffered some pretty terrible fates. This is not a show about black people suffering. This is a show about black people TRIUMPHING and I am all here for that.

I highly recommend this show and when the season ends, I’ll be buying the book. The mythology is cool and the heroes are cooler. I can easily see these stories being the gateway for a generation of fans into the worlds of pulp.

Sep 232020
 

“I recognize that breastplate,” Lieutenant Lustbane said. “It belongs to Lady Griefbringer. She led one of the patrols that went missing in this area.”

“What is a noble woman’s breastplate doing on the outside wall of a tower?” Lady Virtueheart asked.

“Not covering her breasts,” quipped Initiate Darren.

Lady Virtueheart cut Initiate Darren a stern look. He had the wisdom to look embarrassed. She turned her attention back to the breastplate and examined it.

The red steel was covered in white stains. Pieces of steel had been removed from the cups of the breastplate that would have exposed the wearer’s nipples. There was an impression on the side that looked like a hand print. What could leave a dint in true steel?

There were words engraved on the wall. Lady Virtueheart sneered. Literacy was a burning offence on its own.

“Read it,” Lady Virtueheart commanded.

Initiate Fianne leaned close to the wall. The Rune-Bearer was eager to be of use. She whispered a mantra and the red runes on her bald head pulsed with magic. The Great Burner granted her the power to understand the profane writings.

“Lady Tezera Griefbringer, leader of armed men and a fantastic cocksucker.”

“How dare you!” Lt Lustbane growled. He swatted the back of Initiate Fianne’s head with the back of his mailed hand.

“I’m sorry!” Initiate Fianne said. “I swear, that is what is written there! I am only obeying the Lady’s orders!”

“Stay your hand,” Lady Virtueheart commanded the lieutenant. “Let her read the words free from punishment. Continue, Initiate.”

“Thank you, Milady,” Fianne said, rubbing the back of her head. She whispered her mantra and the runes flashed again.

“Plump of breast and narrow of hips, she has a fondness for anal fornication and verbal degradation. Lasted ten minutes in the purple room before screaming for my cock. Deep-throated an ogre. Favorite whore of the goblins.”

Initiate Fainne’s cheeks flushed. She backed away from the wall and the breastplate. The runes returned to normal. “That is all, Milady.”

“Read this one,” Lt. Lustbane commanded. He stood a few feet away, next to a large spiked club and more illicit words. The tip of the club had been recently broken recently.

Initiate Fianne walked over to him and read aloud.

“Katrick Lowborn, Confessor and adequate footstool. Long of tongue and steady of arms, he is a quick learner and fierce humper. A natural sadistic with a low pain tolerance. Says he hates fucking the ratwomen but is always hard for them.”

Lt. Lustbane vibrated with rage. “Confessor Katrick was a friend of my father’s. He helped me flog my first harlot.”

Lady Virtueheart turned and walked along the circumference of the wall. A few feet away hung a broken sword. Further down was the mailed skirt of a Tormentress. Past it was the torn pants of a soldier of the Great Burner. She counted thirty trophies before returning back to her party.

“Ready your weapons and say your prayers,” Lady Virtueheart announced. “I believe we have discovered a Lustmancer.”

Sep 212020
 

This has been a shit year. Between COVID and the President’s constant malice towards his own country, it has been a real downer of a year. I needed a distraction and that meant writing another porn book. The success of “Be the Supervillain” showed that smaller interactive porn books sell just as well as the giant epics, so I decided to try my hand at another similar size book.

Funny enough, I have a rule against tackling big projects during September through December. That is holiday time when every one has parties and my wife might decide out of the blue that we need to fly down to Florida NEXT WEEK. This is traditionaly a time when I have the least control over my time, so trying to write a big project is an exercise in frustration.

But hey, COVID made sure I don’t have to worry about any of that.

For my 7th interactive erotica book, I am writing about working at a sexy hotel. In 2020, it feels incredibly decadent to be writing about meeting new people, seeing a luxurious hotel and not live under the threat of wildfires. Technically I am writing about the real world, but it almost feels as outlandish as a space station.

Progress has been great. I have halfway done with the first draft, which is Incredible considering I have been working on it for 3-4 weeks. It is easy to write when you are having fun and I am working very hard to make this fun for myself. So far, so good.

Then Ruth Ginsberg died on Friday. As I said on twitter, “Jesus H fucking Christ on a stick.” What was already a death march towards the election has turned into a new tsunami of high anxiety. Republicans are about to ratfuck the country some more and there ain’t a damn thing we can do about it other than scream and protest, which has pretty much become the core activity of 2020 already.

Fuck, I am emotionally wrung out. I think the country is worn out. We are goddamned exhausted, but, we got to keep fighting. We got to protect our vote. We got to keep protesting. We have got to fight every day.

And yet at the same time, we need to take care of ourselves. Much like I felt when this Cheeto shit-stain of a President got elected, there must be joy along with the fight. So I am going to keep writing. I am going to keep updating. I am going to tell you about cool music, movies and books that I like. I am going to finish this book about a sexy hotel and when you read it, hopefully it will provide you a respite from the raging whirlwind of doom that seems to surround us.

Fight. Take care of yourselves. Hydrate. Sleep. Repeat.

Sep 092020
 

Queen and Country is a comic book series by Greg Rucka. It is thirty-two issues long, with three mini-series prequels and three novels. The series ran between 2001 and 2007 and I am kicking myself for only reading it this year. It may be my favorite spy series ever.

I have always enjoyed spy fiction but as I get older, my tastes change. I am less interested in James Bond’s missions as much as I am interested in what kind of a person Bond is. Bond is an efficient killer, but that makes him a deficient person. He engages in a lot of self-destructive behavior and although Fleming and the movies have flirted with these ideas, they never really explore them.

Queen and Country has three agents that it follows, but Agent Tara Chace steals the show. She is highly effective. She also drinks, smokes and fucks too much. The lady is a true badass, but it seems like a matter of time before she self-destructs.

My other interest in spy fiction are the people who organize the missions. In most stories, the mission is presented in whole cloth to the agent by a friendly briefer. In this series, we see the intel come in, get debated by analysts, get argued by bureaucrats, get maybe vetted by ally agencies, get approved/disapproved by the people in charge, only for the mission to get done under the table anyway, with or without government support and the agent only gets half the story. I could be wrong, but it felt like 75% of the series was this phase, and the actual mission took up only a quarter of the story. Kind of like in real life.

It means a lot of the stories are talking heads arguing with each other while drinking tea, but it is no less exciting. Operational concerns, rival agencies, global politics, local politics and sometimes just plain spite play large roles in every covert mission and I eat that kind of drama up.

I highly recommend this series. It scratches my John le Carre itch as well as my Bourne efficiency itch and throws in some agent self-destruction awareness to boot.

Sep 022020
 

Fucktoy tugged on Master’s cock. It was dim underneath the desk, but the lube caught what little light there was and sparkled. The head of his dick almost shimmered.

She wished that she could taste Master’s cock but the hard ball gag in her mouth prevented. Besides, she had been commanded to only use her hands this evening. Master wanted a handjob, and that is what he would get.

Where was she going to direct his seed when Master came? Should she lean in and pump his load onto her bare breasts? Maybe she should aim Master’s come at her ball gag? If she leaned back, could she shoot it down to her wet cunt? Probably not, but it might be fun to try.

On top of the desk, Fucktoy heard clicking. Master was typing. Was he writing a letter? Maybe some filthy message to another of his toys? Was every stroke of Fucktoy’s hands inspiring Master’s instructions to another slut?

Jealousy burned within Fucktoy. There was also annoyance over being under the desk out of Master’s view. Most of all though, there was lust. Her wet cunt was dripping onto the carpet, neglected, needy and so much nearer to Master’s cock than some whore online.

Fucktoy stroked Master’s cock. She used both hands. It was a requirement. Master had ordered both hands was to be on him at all times. There was no way to sneak a hand away to pinch her nipple or stroke her pussy. Master would know and his punishment would be unpleasant.

There was a groan. Fucktoy knew that groan. Master was aroused. Surely, it was from her hands and not from something he read? No words written by a skank online could compare with her hands.

But a picture might. Fucktoy thought of the pictures that Master makes her take. He often made that same groan when he saw her pictures.

Fucktoy increased the pace of her pumping. The lube made loud squelching noise. She leaned closer, tempted to rub her nose against Master’s tip but knowing better.

Tonight, he only wants her hands.

Aug 312020
 

Fucktoy found the dildo. The ball gag mouth muffled her moan of excitement. The dildo was floppy but it would serve her needs. She tugged at it but it wouldn’t move. It was secured to the wall.

Another sob of relief was choked by the ball gag. The dildo hadn’t been easy to find. Master only told her that one was somewhere in the house, and if she found it, she could use. It hadn’t been easy to find with a leather hood blocking her eyes. The heavy plug in her ass hadn’t helped as well. Neither did the six-inch boots she wore, or the sharp clamps biting her nipples. It had been a struggle to search the house blind and she had the sore nipples, sore ass and collision bruises to prove it.

She wondered how many minutes were left on the timer. The loud ticks had followed her around the house. Did that mean Master had followed her around with the timer? Or was she hyper-sensitive to the ticking as she made her search.

It didn’t matter. Fucktoy had found the dildo and it was hers to use until the timer dinged. She would enjoy for as long as she could.

The dildo was two and a half feet off the ground. Too high to back into on her hands and knees and too low for her to simply back into it. Fuck, she was going to have to squat.

Fucktoy squatted down to the ground. The plug in her ass continued to split her in half. Her feet wobbled on the high heels. She leaned forward and the clamps pulled her nipples downwards. A whimper peeked out from her ball gag.

The dildo touched her sensitive sex. She trembled. How long has it been? Fucktoy knew the answer. It had been nine days and twelve hours since Master had touched her pussy. It had been eight days and one hour since anything had filled her cunt. It had been seven days and eighteen hours since she had been allowed to even touch her sex except during her toiletries.

It had been too long.

Fucktoy reached between her legs. She took hold of the floppy dildo and leaned forward. There was a brief sense of vertigo. It was an awkward position to balance and the hood made her feel like she was on the edge of a precipice.

If she fell, would Master be there to catch her? She’d like to think so, but she knew better. Her pleasure was her own to earn.

Fucktoy bent over at the waist and stretched out a hand. She touched the floor. Her breasts fell forward; the clamps sending bolts of pain through her flesh. She used her other hand to guide the phallus into her sex lips. The tip pushed inside of her.

Shudders racked her body. The tip almost slipped out. The butt plug felt like it was going to drag her body down to the ground. The vertigo increased.

Fucktoy bit down on the ball gag. The shudders stopped. She slid backwards.

The dildo filled her cunt. Stars exploded in the darkness of the hood. Spit fell from her lips. The plug in her ass shrunk in comparison to the fullness she felt in her pussy. The dull sting of the clamps became gentle kisses.

Fucktoy fucked herself on the dildo. There was no grace in the awkward position. Her right heel slipped an inch but she didn’t stop. Every thrust sent her ass, and the plug, crashing into the wall behind her. It was a violent fuck, and she did it to herself.

How much time was left on the timer? Could she come before the tiny bell rang? When the timer was over, would Master take the place of the dildo with his cock?

Fucktoy didn’t know, which is why she humped the dildo with everything she had.

Aug 282020
 
Know ye oh Princess, that once upon a time there was an age that was very kick-ass.

When I was seven, the first book I remember reading cover to cover was the D’Aulaires’ Book of Greek Myths. It was beautifully illustrated and filled with the bonkers stories of the Greek myths. I fell in love. I never forgot the majesty I felt as I read stories of Gods, Heroes and Monsters.

Those same emotions are evoked when I read Bloody-Handed Name of Bronze by Joshua A.C. Newman. It is a role-playing game for two to four players, and it is set loosely in a bronze age of Names and Gods. Players take on the roles of legendary Heroes, or legendary Tricksters/Magicians/Wisemen. Everything comes down to your relationships with Gods, spirits and sometimes, geographical locations. Like I said, it is mythical.

The engine is more story-based than simulationist like Dungeons and Dragons. I admit that my old-school sensibilities took a while to get my head around the rules but once it clicked, oh my Goddess, it was like the burning bush was speaking to me.

For example, there is no gamemaster or referee. There are players and sometimes you feel the need to Speak for the characters that are not controlled by players. This lets you contribute to the story in a free form way that I really like. It takes the pressure off one person to create everything and opens it to the group. If Sally, Hunter of Star-Beasts, has a cool idea for a problem to confront Brad, Priest of the silent, then Sally can take control of the narrative as needed and throw a few problems Brad’s way. It works really well.

When it comes time to determine the result of something interesting, dice are rolled. The system is so straight forward, that giving any examples would give away the rules, so just know that it is really easy to pick up and really flexible for anything you need.

I bought the game expecting to play Gilgamesh type characters, but the NameDealer class is a work of genius. You know the Names of things, letting you communicate and make deals. So you can be making deals with rivers, the sun, the Queen of Lions or whatever else you encounter. It is part holy man and part swindler. It essentially lets you play Moses or Merlin, and holy crap, is that the kind of characters I want to sink my teeth in.

The book is crammed with examples in the form of fiction. Each story is something that can happen in play. My only niggle is that I wish there was a sidebar breaking down what happened in the story into how it might play out with dice and players. It might have been a space issue, but it would have been nice to see.

Speaking of fiction, this is one of the friendliest LBQT rpgs I have seen in awhile. Some people use semi-historical settings as an excuse to go pure cisgender but not this book. There is much diversity in the fiction that feels wonderfully inclusive. Myths are for everyone.

The other thing this book has is art. The D’Aulaires’ books were an art inspiration and it was executed perfectly. This feels like a loss book from the D’Aulaires’ series and I can’t think of a higher compliment.

So yeah, even if you don’t have a gaming group, I highly recommend this book. It is a masterpiece of concept and a wonderful expression of theme.

You can buy a copy at this link.

Aug 262020
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirty-six of my forty-three day journey to the star system designated “The Queen’s Leather-Studded Kiss in the Sand,” by Royal Astronomers. All systems are optimal. I have completed the final reports on the asteroid mining from the previous system and will be sending them today. With seven days left until the next star system, I will be meditating on the wonders of serving the Queen. End explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I got a little time to kill so I plan to try out the new dildos I acquired from the Goxx. Each dildo is shaped like a ‘U’ with two heads. They are a little big, but I’ll work something out.

Vaquel Di awoke in her bunk. Pitch darkness surrounded her. Sticky sweat clung to her skin. She rolled over to lay on her stomach. Spreading her legs, her thigh brushed a damp spot on the mattress.

A pleasant moan slipped from Vaquel’s lips. The dildos had been a success. They were made a pseudo flesh-like material that was warm to the touch. The smallest one had fit inside her sex perfectly. The second end of the dildo was too big for her ass but it felt nice rubbing against her stomach. Tomorrow she would try more lube and see if she can’t double-penetrate herself.

With that happy thought, Vaquel tried to go back to sleep. She closed her eyes and focused on the softness of her pillow. Dildoes and lube drifted away as she emptied her mind.

Sleep would not come. Something was wrong.

Vaquel opened her eyes. It was a little too dark. On the probe ship, there was always something flashing, blinking or glowing, not now.

And why was it so quiet? Vaquel didn’t hear the soft hum of the air vents. Nor did she hear the ever-present hum of the power cells. The more Vaquel listened, the more she realized how unnatural the silence was.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel snapped. Was the power out? Why hadn’t Chairbot warned her?

Vaquel rolled out of her bunk. At least there was still gravity. She stood up and reached for a light switch. It didn’t respond.

There was a sound in front of Vaquel. “Chairbot? Is that you?” she asked.

“No,” a voice said.

Bright lights shone in Vaquel’s face. As she rose her hand to shield her eyes, something hard and metallic grabbed both wrists. Vaquel lashed out with a kick and another metal hand grabbed her ankle. The hands lifted her in the air and a fourth hand grabbed her free ankle.

WHAP! A hand slapped Vaquel’s heavy brown tit.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vaquel shouted.

The blinding lights dimmed. Vaquel’s eyes adjusted to see someone standing in front of her. It was a humanoid, though they had four mechanical arms that extended from a pack on their back. Two of the arms reached from over their shoulders while the other two hung around their waist. Skintight black cloth stretched over a muscular body. A red helmet, devoid of any features, sat on their head. The lights came from two projectors on their shoulders.

“You!” Vaquel hissed. “I remember you! You are that damn bounty hunter from the Prober Supreme! You almost captured me but I tricked you and Chairbot hacked your arms. I remember riding that cock of yours, but I can’t remember your name.”

WHAP! The bounty hunter backhanded Vaquel’s breasts. Vaquel hissed in pain.

“My designated callsign is Obtanius Vergin Purfim Vorq,” the hunter said. “After your escape, I returned to the Prober Supreme to report. He was displeased with me and sent me back in a new ship to track you down. My mission is to bring you, and your robot back to Prober Supreme space for analysis and dissection.”

WHAP! Obtanius slapped her breasts again. Stinging pain flared along the side of Vaquel’s left tit.

“Hey, where is Chairbot? And how did you get on board my ship?” Vaquel asked.

“My new craft is equipped with superior stealth technology,” Obtanius said. “It allowed me to penetrate the security of the Interplanetary Championship Alliance. I have been tracking you for weeks, analyzing your ship and planning this acquisition. Using technology that you couldn’t possibly understand, I drained the power of your ship as well as your robot during your sleep cycle. Your evil little robot has already been taken care off.”

Obtanius turned around, swinging Vaquel’s suspended body in front of him. As he moved, the metal hands rotated to swivel Vaquel around. Now her back was to the bounty hunter.

Sitting on the ground was Chairbot. His purple lights were extremely dim. Green metal encased one of his front wheels. When the lights on the wheel pulsed, Chairbot’s lights dimmed even further.

WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s round ass from behind.

“Ow! What was that for?” Vaquel said.

“When your robot deposited me in my ship, he programmed my arms to over-stimulate me every hour for twenty-one days!” the bounty hunter said. “My organ was deemed non-functional and was removed! The Prober Supreme has authorized me to have my revenge before brining you to him.”

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s ass with strong precise strikes.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Wait, wait! Queen’s tit, that’s terrible!” Vaquel said. “I mean, it’s funny that Chairbot made you jack yourself off for twenty-one days, but it is a shame about your cock.”

“The Prober Supreme blessed me with a new one,” the bounty hunter said.

“Oh? So, it all worked out?” Vaquel said.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius assaulted Vaquel’s ass with rapid slaps. Fire blossomed in her buttocks.

“It did NOT work out!” Obtanius yelled.

Vaquel twisted and struggled. The metal hands kept her suspended in the air. She was unable to dodge or avoid the relentless slaps.

“For twenty-one days my arms stimulated me!” Obtanius yelled.

He slapped the underside of Vaquel’s ass in an upwards manner. Both hands struck her with equal dexterity. They came in rapid fire, lifting one buttock, then the other, over and over again.

“I didn’t tell him to do that!” Vaquel yelled. “I just wanted you tied up while I escaped! It’s not my fault!”

The spanking stopped. The heat from the slaps remained.

“Are you expressing sympathy for my plight?” Obtanius asked.

“Sure! I mean, yes, of course!” Vaquel said. “That was never my intention! I wouldn’t hurt your cock; I liked your cock! It felt great inside of me!”

“I remember,” Obtanius said. “You rode my organ while your chair restrained me. You reached the peak of your pleasure while denying me my own.”

“Yeah, that was pretty sexy,” Vaquel said.

WHAP! Obtanius slapped the top of Vaquel’s right buttock in a downward manner. The weight of her cheek compressed the already tender underside of her ass.

“Shit! Sorry! I meant I was sorry!” Vaquel yelled.

WHAP! The hunter slapped he top of Vaquel’s left cheek in a similar downward manner. As she flinched from that slap, he repeated the downward spank on her right cheek. Once more, he used both hands to alternate between spanking the tops of her ass.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Vaquel cried. Each slap was harder than the last. Pain flared along the upper parts of her buttocks. There was less padding there and the strings reached deep within her.

Vaquel looked around, trying to find something she could use to escape. Chairbot was still inoperable. The ship systems were down which meant she couldn’t yell voice commands to the security system. The armory locker was nearby but with her hands and feet held, there was no way to reach the weapons inside. She was going to have to save herself.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius spanked the bottom of her ass again. The force of the slaps caused her ass to bounce which agitated the tender upper sides. The hunter knew how to spank someone for maximum effect.

A growing need blossomed inside Vaquel’s pussy. Desire dripped from her pink bush. It was the bondage turning her on. Well, that and the merciless spanking. Okay, the passionate violence radiating off of the angry hunter was another factor. The whole damn situation was terribly arousing and Vaquel was having a hard time focusing on escaping.

WHAP! WHAP! The spanking changed. Obtanius’ hands moved in a clockwise fashion. Now he was slapping the sides of her ass as well. Around and round the hands went, spanking her ass from every direction.

It was cruel. It was methodical. It was driving Vaquel mad with lust.

“Fuck me already!” Vaquel yelled.

The slapping stopped. A hand grabbed Vaquel’s short pink hair and yanked her head back. Pain flared along her scalp and sent a bolt of desire straight to Vaquel’s pussy.

“I am not falling for that again,” Obtanius said. “Last time we met, you said you had to get fucked or you would die. I have studied the files the Prober Supreme had on you. Gonad Meltdown Syndrome is not a real condition for your species.”

Vaquel laughed despite the pain in her ass. “Oh, I had forgotten about that,” she said. “Look, I just want you to fuck me. No tricks. I just want to get fucked, and you deserve to fuck me. I messed you up. You should take it out on my pussy. It’s only fair.”

Obtanius growled. He let go of Vaquel’s hair. “You’re right. It is only fair.”

The metal arms holding Vaquel lifted her higher in the air. Her wrists were pulled down while her ankles kept going up. The grips rotated as Vaquel was turned around and then upside down in the air. Blood rushed to her head as she felt her feet touch the ceiling. Her heavy tits fell and settled uncomfortably in new contours.

Obtanius stood in front for Vaquel, her face level with his crotch. He waved his organic hand over the bulge in his pants. A seam appeared and a large green phallus sprung forth. Cybernetic parts glistened on the pulsing member.

“Damn! Is that your new cock?” Vaquel said. “That looks pretty good. I’m not sure what you are so pissed off about.”

Obtanius grabbed her head and pulled her to his cock. Vaquel opened her lips just in time for the thick member to enter her mouth. Metal and flesh slid over her tongue. A thick head tapped the back of her throat. A large sack of gonads pressed against her nose and forehead.

Vaquel felt something cold touch her thighs. It was Obtanius’ helmet. The fucker could eat her wet pussy right now if he would just take off that damn helmet!

Maybe Vaquel could tempt him. She closed her lips around Obtanius’ cyber-cock. Her tongue danced. Her movement limited, she still managed to bounce her head back and forth along his enhanced shaft.

“Hydrogen death spark!” Obtanius cried.

Vaquel sucked. Her head felt heavy and fuzzy from the blood rushing to it. She bobbed her head as best she could. She sucked hard enough to collapse her cheeks.

Meanwhile, the rest of her body undulated with hedonistic need. Her hips swayed back and forth despite the protests from her spanked ass. Heavy breasts swung and bounced against each other.

The hand in Vaquel’s hair tightened. She froze, sensing what was to come next. Her mouth popped open and her jaw went slack.

Obtanius fucked Vaquel’s face. The thick member rammed her mouth as his crotch slammed into her face. The alien’s ball sack slapped against her forehead. His hand kept a tight grip on her head as he brutally used her.

Vaquel moaned. Spit fell from her open mouth and splattered her upside-down face. The metal parts of the hunter’s cock bruised her lips. She was completely at his mercy.

It was so damn hot. Vaquel hadn’t experienced such angry passion in a very long time. Every vengeful thrust of the hunter’s cock caused her sex to clench in response.

Too bad that Obtanius wasn’t abusing her pussy as much as her face. She wiggled her hips in hopes that he would touch her but no, he was only interested in pounding her face. He responded to her wiggling by pulling her legs farther apart to immobilize her.

“Take it, you pathetic mammalian-based lifeform!” Obtanius yelled.

Vaquel choked as the hunter’s cock hit the back of her throat. That’s right, the alien was a Seed-Walker, a species evolved from plant life. Was that something she could use?

Obtanius slammed his cock into Vaquel’s throat and then pinned her head to his crotch. She felt his ball sack vibrate against her forehead. The phallus pulsed in her mouth and then sprayed a thick liquid.

It was too much to swallow on a normal day but especially with Vaquel upside down. Alien semen gushed out of her lips. That didn’t stop Obtanius from keep her there as he released more of his seed into her mouth.

Just as Vaquel felt like she was about to drown, Obtanius pulled out of her mouth. She gagged and a bucket load of seed fell onto the floor. Some of it went up her nose and she flailed as she tried to blow it out.

“That was deeply satisfying,” Obtanius said.

The metal arms lifted Vaquel’s body until her face was level with Obtanius’. Vaquel’s reflection looked back at her from the hunter’s smooth helmet. She was breathing hard and alien come covered half her face.

“What? That’s all you got?” Vaquel asked. “Your new cock is already tired?”

Obtanius growled. “The regenerative properties of my organ are highly advanced! As you shall soon see!”

The metal arms moved Vaquel’s limbs into a new position. Her ankles came down in front of her face. The metal grips kept Vaquel’s arms pointed at the ceiling. She was bent over nearly in half with her damn head still pointed at the floor.

Obtanius grabbed her ass. Vaquel flinched as his strong fingers sunk into her spanked buttocks. She felt the tip of his phallus brush the lips of her sex. The hard cock was as stiff as before.

“Last time I was inside your orifice, it was under your control,” Obtanius said. “You used my own cybernetics to lift you up and down on my cock. Another arm pinched my organ so I couldn’t climax. It was ecstatic torture.”

Vaquel shuddered. “You don’t need to flirt with me. Just fuck my hole already.”

“Insatiable sexual maniac!” Obtanius growled.

Vaquel wasn’t sure if that was an insult or more foreplay.

Obtanius entered Vaquel’s pussy with his cock. It stretched Vaquel open as it reached deep inside her. The walls of the shaft pulsed and slowly rotated like a drill.

“Fuck, did it get bigger?” Vaquel asked. It was too big. There was no way that she could take a beast of this size. This was going to tear her apart.

She couldn’t wait.

The metal arms moved. They slid Vaquel back and forth along the hunter’s cock. All Obtanius had to do was stand there as the metal arms did all the work but the cruel alien had other plans. He slapped Vaquel’s constantly moving ass with both hands. His accuracy was painfully impressive.

Vaquel whimpered. Her ass was on fire. Her pussy was being pushed beyond its limits. Her head ached from the blood rushing to it. She felt like she had never been so utterly used.

She came quickly. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried.

Obtanius growled. “Did you just peak? How are you enjoying this? Masochistic deviant!”

WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s ass with harder spanks. The cyber phallus swelled in girth. The metal arms impaled Vaquel with harder thrusts.

The force of the fucking caused Vaquel’s breasts to clap together against her shoulders. The expanding phallus felt like it was spearing her entire body. The stinging spanks burned like plasma torpedoes on her sensitive ass.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she came again.

“Shameless degenerate!” Obtanius sneered. “Is there no limit to your carnal addiction?”

WHAP! WHAP! Obtanius rapidly spanked Vaquel’s burning ass. The enhanced cock spun in one direction and then the other. The metal arms pulled harder on Vaquel’s wrists, forcing her to bend over even deeper.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed as she climaxed again.

Obtanius cried out as well. The spinning phallus ejected another massive quantity of seed in Vaquel’s stuffed sex. The spanking stopped as Vaquel grabbed onto her tender buttocks with both hands.

“Fuck!” Vaquel screamed. Pain shot through her ass. The spinning cock pulsed her towards another orgasm. The flood of alien seed sprayed from her sex and drenched her legs.

“Hydrogen death spark,” Obtanius whispered. He pulled out of Vaquel’s clenching sex. He let go of Vaquel’s ass and tried to stand on his own two feet. The metal arms compensated for the alien’s uncertain stance.

Vaquel shuddered and tried to catch her breath. It was hard to think with all the blood in her head. Her ass burned and her pussy felt like it was back at the Royal Navy Academy during New Recruit Week. If she got fucked one more time like that, she doubted that she could summon the brainpower to figure out an escape.

“No witty banter?” Obtanius said. “Have I finally fucked your defiance out of you?”

Vaquel knew she should stay silent but the brat inside her wouldn’t shut up.

“I’m just getting warmed up,” she said.

WHAP! Obtanius slapped Vaquel’s ass. A laser blast seared her tender buttock.

“That’s it, I am fucking your anal orifice,” Obtanius said. “And after that, I am taking you and your vile chair back to the Prober Supreme!”

Vaquel purred. An ass fuck sounded nice. No! She needed to escape now before the alien fucked her into a stupor! Vaquel desperately tried to think of a plan.

“I’m going to keep you in this position,” Obtanius said. “That will let me torment your vaginal port while I ream your anus.”

Inspiration struck Vaquel like a slap across the tits. “Well, if you really want to torment me, you should use one of my sex toys in my pussy.”

Obtanius said nothing. Was she being too obvious?

“Your appetite for hedonism is astonishing,” Obtanius said. “Yes, I will indulge your filthy desire. It amuses me to show you more mercy than you ever gave me. What sex toy do you wish to have inside you?”

Vaquel pointed with her finger to the weapons locker. “Over there, third panel down. Just push on it and the door will open.”

Obtanius pushed on the panel. The door slid open to reveal rows and rows of small spheres. Each one was the size of her thumb.

“You have a lifetime supply of sex toys,” Obtanius said with disbelief.

“We are a slutty species,” Vaquel said. “Take one of the green ones. It is a little vibrator. Stuff it into my sex and it will activate. Then you can fuck my ass while my toy fills my sex.”

“Understood,” Obtanius said. He closed the panel to the weapons locker and brought the green sphere down to Vaquel’s pussy lips. Her pink pubic hair was smeared with alien seed and pussy juices. He pressed the sphere to her lips and then hesitated.

“What, you’re teasing me now?” Vaquel said.

Obtanius pulled the sphere from her crotch and held it up to his helmeted face. “Your cooperation is inconstant with your disrespectful personality. Maybe I should inspect your sex toy first. How does it activate?”

“Just squeeze it, tree-humper,” Vaquel said.

Obtanius growled at her insult and squeezed the sphere with his fingers. The grenade activated and exploded. Green herbicidal gas filled the small confines of the probe ship.

The bounty hunter screamed. The helmet might have protected his face, but his new enhanced cock was completely exposed. The herbicidal gas reacted with his skin with devastating swiftness.

The metal arms released Vaquel. She fell directly on her head. Novas burst in front of her but she leapt to her feet, ready to fight.

And then fell right back to the ground as her blood-filled head lost her balance.

“Fuck you, Vaquel Di! I’ll be back!” Obtanius yelled.

Vaquel tried to watch Obtanius but the green cloud of gas blocked her vision. She heard metal hands strike the floor and ceiling as they carried the bounty hunter away. An airlock cycled open and then closed. The ship shook as something detached itself away from the probe ship.

The power came back on. Air pumps sucked the gas out of the ship interior. Vaquel shielded her eyes as the lights returned.

Chairbot was a few feet away from Vaquel. He was still inactive. She probably needed to get that clamp off its wheel to get him back online.

Vaquel started to rise. Pain flared from her spanked ass. Seed leaked out of her stretched pussy. Aches pulsed from her back and shoulders from the awkward position.

“Maybe I should stay here for a little longer,” Vaquel said. She returned to the floor and let out a long breathe. Moments later, her eyes closed. She fell asleep soon after.

She dreamed of an angry alien, waiting for the right moment to fuck his revenge once more.

Aug 242020
 

If you read my last interactive book, Be the Supervillain, you might have missed a part early on. I thought it would be fun to share it here.

In an interactive story, the reader clicks a choice at the end of the segment to take them to the next part. Some readers, especially new ones, might simply turn the page out of habit. In the past, this would lead to a segment out of sequence and the reader would realize their mistake. This time around, I decided to help the reader out.

In Be the Supervillain, your first devious act is to torment your billionaire slave before you go commit your crime for the evening. If you turned to the next page, this is what you got.

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STOP!

Look, I get it. You are a supervillain and you do what you want. That is why you went to the next page instead of clicking on one of the choices. I respect your flagrant disregard for the concept of interactive fiction.

Just don’t expect this book to make any sense if you do that. Why don’t you try give it another try?

How do you reward the billionaire for his service?

Jerk him off with my hand.

Deny him his pleasure and have him assist me with my clothes.

Pull his face between my thighs and make him lick me.

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I plan to do this in all my ineteractive books going forward. It is a quick bit that helps the reader and only takes a few sentences to write on my part. I also enjoy giving the instructions in character as a way to reinforce the mood of the book.

Aug 212020
 

Invaders is an album by the artist, Hollywood Burns. It is a soundtrack to a science fiction movie that was never made. Forty-five seconds into the first track, and I felt like I was at a mythical drive-in about the watch the greatest science schlock ever. I can’t recommend it enough.

It is available for purchase at bandcamp.