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An interview - by one of you

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A few weeks ago I got an email from a semi-regular commenter on my blog, who goes by "K" in these parts. K was taking a writing class which required him to interview a stranger, and he wanted to use me as his subject. After I put the poor guy through the wringer, making him prove he was a real student writing a real paper (as opposed to a random sleazeball trying to make money off my name), I submitted to his very kind, insightful inquisition. As you can see, he produced a fantastic article. So thanks, K, for choosing me as your subject - and for letting me post the results on my blog.



A. Regina Cantatis: A Muse’s Puppet

Imagine for a moment you’ve been put in a chair. People around you are working with various devices you don’t recognize. They surround you and strap you into the chair. A long cord is then inserted into the back of your neck with a slight pinch and a solid click. Then you start feeling parts of your mind being rearranged and altered with the difficulty of reorganizing the files on your computer. Some memories are removed (you never had a dog, so why are they mentioning one?) Memories are altered, some are subtle (of course blue was always your favorite color its why your phone case is blue) or maybe they are less subtle (it is great that people stopped worrying about memory redesign isn’t it?) In the end none of that is a problem as all your memories and personality are stored away in a little file, in case they are ever needed, and all that remains is a drone waiting for instruction. A. Regina Cantatis is an author with a passion for writing stories centering on the concepts of altering the mind and identity. She writes scenes like the above (amongst other things), sometimes they are treated as the unfortunate fate of the villain’s victims; other times the scene is something where there is no victim and the person is a willing subject.  
Because the material she writes is of an erotic bent name A. Regina. Cantatis is a pen name chosen for when she writes erotic work. The pen name is to allow her to alleviate her worry about the response it might garner if her real name were attached to these stories, “I’d never do anything that might hurt or embarrass [my loved ones] - and I won’t risk my job, either. There’s no telling what my boss or coworkers would do if they knew the truth.”  The name was picked for two reasons first, one of the possible translations is “enchanted by the queen” and the other point is because it sounds like a real name. Ms. Cantatis is occasionally amused with the response the name gets because of how realistic it sounds. “A lot of people on Facebook call me ‘Regina.’ I always laugh about that because I’m on the opposite end of the dominant/submissive spectrum from the queen.”
The name A. Regina Cantatis was created when she began e-publishing. Of the roughly thirty stories she has put out online she has released seven stories as eBooks. There’s  less pressure in attempting to get work e-published as opposed to using a normal publisher as the author is allowed to decide which of their works to release.  The other concern that she had felt when dealing with publishing was that she feared costs trying to get her works published would cost “I assumed there’d be an up-front publishing cost to eat into my profits and maybe even lead me into debt. “ She learned through her experiences with e-publishing that the process is still complex and difficult, but as far as costs go “There aren’t any up-front costs; Amazon and similar organizations just take a cut of your profits. It’s not a huge cut, and it’s completely worth the time you spend in publishing something.” While she wants to get all of her works published eventually, but Ms. Cantatis has started publishing her stories based on how likely she thinks the story is to sell, so that it can help build her name. This means that her stories are not necessarily published by her whether or not a story is her favorite.  Though the first work she published was the story Sleepwalkers, which Ms. Cantatis had been mulling around in her head for most of her life and as a result is her favorite of the works she has written, “That’s my baby. I came up with the original concept when I was about eleven, and since then I’ve spent three decades trying to turn it into a novel. I’m proud to have finally succeeded, and I’m even prouder about the praise it’s received.”
Ms. Cantatis has had a fascination with mind control from a young age which she reasons is a result of her upbringing. As a child Ms. Cantatis was always told to be a good girl, and she believes that mixed with her innate desires to please and be responsible. These factors led her to two facts about herself, that she was fascinated with the idea of mind control, and that she found she favored being controlled not controlling. Cantatis believes that while her mindset is mostly the result of how she was raised she does admit that her nature had to have some impact on it, “It’s my desire to please someone else that makes me want to submit: if I’m controlled thoroughly enough, I can never displease. On the other hand, my sense of responsibility can be a burden sometimes. I could shed it if I were someone else’s puppet; then I wouldn’t be responsible for my own actions at all.” It is important to understand that in spite of her fascination and enjoyment of the idea of mind control and depersonalization. They are things she believes should be fantasy only and are not things that should be done or attempted in the real world.   However, in these fantasies the thing that intrigues Ms. Cantatis the most though is not being a puppet or just controlled, but is much more involved with her love of science fiction.
A common element in Ms. Cantatis’ work is individuals being turned into drones of one type or another, predominantly robots. As to why she enjoys robots as opposed to puppets. The answer is first that she likes the shininess and second, “it’s a combination of loving science fiction and being fascinated with really deep levels of depersonalization. A doll is more human-like than a robot, so a doll is less interesting to me than a robot.” Ms. Cantatis finds the idea of depersonalization appealing, although she will point out that she is happy with herself and has no self-esteem issues, but it goes along with her interest in the idea of being controlled combined with a desire to not have to deal with the pressures being a person brings. “Standing out in a crowd is stressful, especially when you’re a kid who wants to fit in but doesn’t know how; and that’s how I grew up. I wanted to be like everybody else, so I fantasized about losing my individuality; and those fantasies still resonate with me today because I grew up with them.” Thus she uses her stories to explore and share her fascination with the ideas of depersonalization and mind control. Some of her stories can be used to compare the difference between different levels of being an individual.
In her story Willing SubjectCantatis has the main character, Missy at the start of the story, go through different levels of being controlled and experiencing depersonalization. The main character starts out as a fully free individual intrigued by an individual claiming to be an ancient sorceress as part of a stage hypnotism show called the Black Pearl. Over the course of the story Missy develops her submissive personality that wants nothing more than to serve the Black Pearl called m (lowercase is part of the spelling at this point in the characters arc.)  Eventually Missy and m are actually arguing over whether to return to being Missy or continuing to attempt to become a perfect servant like m wants.  In the end there is no Missy or m, there is only a thrall without identity. The thrall, in contrast with m, isn’t striving to serve because it is incapable of wanting anything at all. This story is a good example of how Ms. Cantatis demonstrates the different levels of a controlled individual and how it can be used to play with the idea of identity.  You have the different types and, with the exception of the thrall, the personalities eventually come into conflict over what they want.
Ms. Cantatis plans to continue with her publishing and is presently working on a special edition ofSleepwalkers, as she’s trying to get the cover right. For those considering getting into e-publishing she notes that getting the right cover image is very important, and that while the process of getting a book e-published is not expensive it is still a difficult process to get through. “That’s why I gave up on trying to publish anywhere but Amazon and Smashwords. Those are troublesome enough.” She is proud of the works she’s done and is looking forward to getting more of her work put out in the future. For those who have any interest in reading her work look her up on Smashwords or Amazon.




May I ask a favor? I promise it's an easy one.

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No sob stories (I could give you one, but I won't because you probably have your own), but Sleepwalkers Deluxe did not have the opening week I needed it to have. Not wanted - needed. I know most of the people who read this blog have also read the novel, so I'd really appreciate it if you'd post some reviews on Amazon and/or Smashwords. Or if you're not able to do that, please at least follow the link to Amazon and click around between my books to create some "People who viewed Book A also viewed Book B" links.

I hate to ask this of you, but I kind of have to. Thanks for understanding.

Thank you all very much!

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I really appreciate the reviews and linkages to Sleepwalkers that are coming in. You are very kind. :-)

"My Very Own Serial Number" is now an e-book

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This is one of the stories I'm proudest of writing, and it's now for sale at Smashwords (where, as usual, you can get a 25% discount for the first month of sales - the coupon code is HV86F). I'll add the Amazon link when that one goes live. 

Here's the synopsis:



Amanda is smart, gorgeous, and not afraid to strip for money; but she’s too naïve for her own good. When she finds a web service that will let her sell nude photos while preserving her anonymity, she doesn’t question the idea at all. It sounds wonderful, and it even allows her to try a host of top-shelf products for free. They seem free, anyway; Amanda doesn’t notice the secret cost to her free will.

Her boyfriend is more skeptical of the scheme, but he doesn’t stand a chance against Amanda’s new friends. Soon she’s involved with a snarky lesbian photographer who helps her make her (anonymous) name in the modeling world and initiates her into the deepest mysteries of One World Future. The boyfriend is long gone by then, but he’s not forgotten – by Amanda or the ones who now control her.

If you enjoyed “Willing Subject,” you’ll love “My Very Own Serial Number.”

This story involves brainwashing, straight sex, lesbian sex, light bondage, conspiracy theories, and a smattering of aliens.

More out-of-context follies with Clark Ashton Smith

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Luis Royo, Dead Moon
I'm still enjoying my rediscovery of a favorite author from my teen years, Clark Ashton Smith. He was a contemporary and friend of Lovecraft and wrote similar kinds of stories (Sometimes I imagine their friendship might have been a little like mine with Tabico and trilby else). As I've said before, all CAS's stories are available in full, for free, on The Eldritch Dark. The one I want to quote from today is Necromancy in Naat.

Well, the title kind of gives away the real context, doesn't it? But CAS writes this scene in such a way that it's almost laughably easy to imagine the sorcerers' thralls are alive and just mind controlled. Let me prove it to you. I'm not going to change a single word in the original text of this passage; I'll just trim a few words here and there. Read the setup below, and then, as you read the text, imagine the hero has fallen into the grip of a trio of mind controllers who've half ensorcelled him (which they have) and fully ensorcelled his lover.

The hero of the story, Yadar, has set off to rescue his beloved, who has been kidnapped and taken across the ocean. He's in another galley which gets caught in a current called the Black River and then wrecked just off the coast of Naat. A woman swims out to Yadar and rescues him. Then this happens.


Uttering no word, nor turning to look at Yadar, the woman rose to her feet; and, beckoning him to follow, she moved away in the deathly blue dusk that had fallen upon Naat. Yadar, arising and following the woman, heard a strange and eery chanting of voices above the sea's tumult, and saw a fire that burned weirdly, with the colors of driftwood, at some distance before him in the dusk. Straightly, toward the fire and the voices, the woman walked. And Yadar, with eyes grown used to that doubtful twilight, saw that the fire blazed in the mouth of a low-sunken cleft between crags that overloomed the beach; and behind the fire, like tall, evilly posturing shadows, there stood the dark-clad figures of those who chanted.

Now memory returned to him of that which the galley's captain had said regarding Naat. The very sound of that chanting, albeit in an unknown tongue, seemed to suspend the heartward flowing of his veins, and to set the tomb's chillness in his marrow. And though he was little learned in such matters, the thought came to him that the words uttered were of sorcerous import and power.

Going forward, the woman bowed low before the chanters, like a slave. The men, who were three in number, continued their incantation without pausing. Gaunt as starved herons they were, and great of stature, with a common likeness; and their sunk eyes were visible only by red sparks reflected within them from the blaze. And their eyes, as they chanted, seemed to glare afar on the darkling sea and on things hidden by dusk and distance.

High leaped the fire, with a writhing of tongues like blue and green serpents coiling amid serpents of yellow. And the light flickered brightly on the face and breasts of that woman who had saved Yadar from the Black River; and he, beholding her closely, knew why she had stirred within him a dim remembrance: for she was none other than his lost love, Dalili!

Luis Royo, Dead Moon
Forgetting the presence of the dark chanters, he sprang forward to clasp his beloved, crying out her name in an agony of rapture. But she answered him not, and responded to his embrace only with a faint trembling. Mortally pale and languid were the lips that he kissed. In the wide, beautiful eyes that she turned to him, he found only a drowsy voidness, and such recognition as a sleeper gives when but half awakened, relapsing quickly into slumber thereafter.

'Art thou indeed Dalili?' he said. And she answered somnolently, in a toneless, indistinct voice: 'I am Dalili.'

To Yadar, baffled by mystery, forlorn and aching, it was as if she had spoken from a land farther away than all the weary leagues of his search for her. Fearing to understand the change that had come upon her, he said tenderly: 'Surely thou knowest me, for I am thy lover, the Prince Yadar, who has sought thee through half the kingdoms of earth, and has sailed afar for thy sake on the unshored sea.'

And she replied like one bemused by some heavy drug, as if echoing his words without true comprehension: 'Surely I know thee.' And to Yadar there was no comfort in her reply; and his concernment was not allayed by the parrotings with which she answered all his other loving speeches and queries.

Luis Royo, Dead Moon
He knew not that the three chanters had ceased their incantation; and, verily, he had forgotten their presence. But as he stood holding the girl closely, the men came toward him, and one of them clutched his arm. And the man hailed him by name and addressed him, though somewhat uncouthly, in a language spoken throughout many parts of Zothique, saying: 'We bid thee welcome to the Isle of Naat.'
Yadar, feeling a dread suspicion, interrogated the man fiercely: 'What manner of beings are ye? And why is Dalili here? And what have ye done to her?'

'I am Vacharn,' the man replied, 'and these others with me are my sons. We dwell in a house behind the crags, and are attended by the people that our sorcery has called from the sea. Among our servants is this girl, Dalili, together with the crew of that ship in which she sailed from Oroth. Like the vessel in which thou camest later, the ship was blown far asea and was taken by the Black River and wrecked finally on the reefs of Naat. My sons and I, chanting that powerful formula which requires no use of circle or pentacle, summoned ashore the company: even as we have now summoned the crew of that other vessel, from which thou wert saved by the swimmer, at our command.'

Vacharn ended, and stood peering into the dusk intently; and Yadar heard behind him a noise of slow footsteps coming upward across the shingle from the surf. Turning, he saw emerge from the livid twilight the old captain of that galley in which he had voyaged to Naat; and behind the captain were the sailors and oarsmen. Stiffly, like automatons, they made obeisance to Vacharn and his sons, acknowledging thus their thralldom to those who had called them. In their glassily staring eyes there was no recognition of Yadar, no awareness of outward things; and they spoke only in dull, rote-like recognition of certain obscure words addressed to them.

To Yadar, it was as if he too stood and moved in a dark, hollow, half-conscious dream, walking with the enchanters through a dim ravine that wound secretly toward the uplands of Naat. In his heart there was small joy at the finding of Dalili; and his love was companioned with a sick despair.

Did I forget to post a notice about Union, Reunion here?

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I've just changed the cover, and when I went looking for the original post, I couldn't find it.

At the same time, I also redid the cover for "A Tenpack of Trixies," so tell you what. I'll give you 25% off coupons for both e-books, good for one month. Feel free to share the codes with anyone you think might like the books.

Here's the code for Union, Reunion at Smashwords: ZH73V

And here's the code for A Tenpack of Trixies at Smashwords: JW52V

R.I.P. H.R. Giger

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H.R. Giger died earlier this week, after a fall. This is my memorial to an artist among artists. Rest in peace, Sir.

                   



quick and dirty

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On this fine Memorial Day (for those of you living in the US) weekend, I'm not going to weigh you down with a big post. I'm just going to let you know what I'm up to, and how some of you can eventually be part of the process.

Inspired by a few other EMC writers who've taken on the challenge, I've begun writing a Choose Your Own Adventure story. It will be huge, because of its very nature, so it will take me a long time to write. I'm not sure how long, but since the finished product will be novel length, I'm guessing a few months.

The plot will be based very loosely on one of my first EMCSA stories, "What Do You Give the Man Who Has Everything?" But now it will be "What Do You Give the Alien Who Has Everything?" There will be two alien-parasite-infested MC'ers, one male and one female; so you can choose whom you might or might not become enslaved to (There are at least a couple of different kinds of "might not"). You'll also be able to choose your protagonist's gender and orientation (The orientation is very loosely defined, so your choice of sex partners isn't locked in by what you select at the start). My original story was set in a South American drug dealer's mansion, but the new version takes place in a much nicer location: the Seychelles, otherwise known as the most exclusive resort location on the planet.

Now here's where you come in. When I reach the end of the process, I'm going to need some beta readers. I'll be looking for people with good proofreading skills and broad enough interests to test the story from all four possible points of view (gay female, straight female, gay male, straight male). No need to volunteer yet; like I said, the story is a long way from being finished. But if you're interested, just keep the idea tucked away in your mind and look for updates as the time approaches.

All beta readers will get a free copy of the finished e-book and a thank-you in the "Acknowledgements" section, but you will have to work for it. ;-P

They're real, and they're spectacular

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I'm still working on my "Choose Your Own Adventure" story, of course (I expect to be working on that for months, but I also plan to publish "Hoarder" in the meantime). One of the places you'll be able to tour is a garden which the aliens are terraforming. Now, since the story is set in the Seychelles, I Googled the flora and fauna of the region so I'd have a realistic starting point. Imagine my astonishment when I came across the images you see in this post.

At left is a seed of the coco de mer tree. This species produces the largest seeds in the world, but as you can tell, they're not exceptional just because of their size.

But wait! There's more! The stamens of the male trees look just as suggestive as the seeds of the female trees - and they're just as large. The whole thing kind of reminds me of the Babel Fish joke from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, where the fish is such an obvious clue to the existence of God that it actually negates God's existence.



Then there's the jellyfish tree. If ever a plant was designed to feature in a tentacle sex story, it's this one. Sadly, it's an endangered species, but at least in my story the aliens have a way to give it an edge on survival.


Finally, here's a clue that you might want to tuck away in your memory until the story gets published: the garden is an interesting place to visit, and depending on where you go, you might have a life-changing experience there...but what's behind the garden could be even more important.


brain dump

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There's been a lot going on in my head lately, some of which will interest you and some of which will not. I'll stick to the stuff that will interest you, but bear with me if this post veers too far into stream-of-consciousness.

1. One of my favorite fetish artists, Hajime Sorayama, has a new book of art on the market; and he also has a bunch of fantastic new paintings on his Facebook page. Go have a look.

2. I'm still working on my Choose Your Own Adventure story, which will be called "What Do You Give the Alien Who Has Everything?" It's a lot of fun to write, but also very challenging, and this sucker is going to be huge when it's done. I mean really, seriously huge. That's the nature of the CYOA beast. Anyway, I still need two or three beta readers, but the size of the book means I need to give bigger thank-you gifts to those who accept the challenge. Here's the new plan: volunteers (chosen on a first-come, first-served basis) will receive a free final version of the e-book, another free e-book (either one I've already published or an IOU for one I haven't published yet), and a choice of personalized Easter eggs to be embedded in the CYOA. If this interests you, just keep the idea tucked away in your brain for now. I'll keep posting updates until I reach the end of the draft stage, at which point I'll ask for volunteers.

3. Back in March I blogged about a weird/cool/MC-themed book called Annihilation, the first in a trilogy that I couldn't wait to read in full. I said that the author, Jeff Vandermeer, had already written books 2 and 3 and would be releasing them in the coming months; and that I planned to pick them up right away because Annihilation was that damn good. Sadly, I've only just picked up Book 2 (Authority) today. All I can tell you so far is that it's off to an excellent out-of-left field start. In the very first chapter, you get the kind of huge revelations you'd normally expect to find at the end of the third book in a trilogy - which, of course, means there must be dozens of bigger revelations down the pike that I don't even know enough to anticipate yet. This is very exciting. Also, thanks to the wonders of e-book technology, I can search back through Book 1 for words like "control" and "thistle" and even "breakfast" and see how Vandermeer was planting seeds (another of his clue-words) in Book 1 for ideas he develops in Book 2 - and presumably develops further in Book 3.

That's the advantage of writing your whole epic before you publish the first part: you have the control (hah) to do precisely this sort of seed planting. It's a major reason I didn't start posting Sleepwalkers online until I was near the finish line, but you can also chalk that up to anal retentiveness. Hmm, well, I suppose Vandermeer might be just as anal retentive as me, to do what he did with his Southern Reach trilogy. I have no idea about his personality, but it strikes me that you have to have a certain bloody-minded perfectionism to write that way (J.K. Rowling certainly had it, and look how far it got her. Love or hate the Potterverse, you have to admit she kept total control of a very complicated plot over the course of seven books. David Lynch couldn't even keep control over Twin Peaks for two seasons).

And now I'm struggling not to babble about Authority. The things I've read so far wouldn't count as spoilers to anyone who's read Annihilation, but they'd be huge spoilers to anyone who hasn't, so I'd better keep my mouth shut. I'll just say that Vandermeer has a talent for creating very odd, flawed, and totally believable characters who refuse to fit the molds you want to put them in. I already have a very different opinion of the Southern Reach and the people who run it, especially the new kid on the block who is also the new protagonist on the block: poor, ironically nicknamed "Control." Half of me wants to kick him, and the other half of me wants to hug him. It'll be interesting to see where Vandermeer takes the character.

A great "breaking out of hypnosis" scene

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I'm most of the way through Authority, the second book in Jeff VanderMeer's "Southern Reach" trilogy (and am incidentally eating my heart out because the final book won't be published until September). I've been dying to blog about it here, although it's hard to find a way around the spoilers. But when I reached the two scenes I'm about to quote below, I knew I had to share them with you, spoilers or not. The descriptions are just too rich and hot and dirty to keep to myself.

Fortunately, I can set them up for you without giving away too much of the surrounding plot; and to anyone who knows much about hypnosis, it's obvious almost from the first that the protagonist is being unwittingly subjected to it. The question for me, not having finished the book yet, is whether he's really free after this scene, or whether he only thinks he's free. A little later, someone reassures him that they couldn't implant false memories in him because "That kind of thing would make you such an expensive model that no one here could afford you" - which is a very provocative statement, in my opinion (And just for the record, I absolutely do not trust the person who told him this). Also, considering how much more important hypnosis is in Authority than in Annihilation, I expect it to be a crucial plot point in the final book. Which, again, I'm biting my nails while waiting for.

But on to the quotes. Here's a setup with as few spoilers as I can manage. If a few is too many for you, bail out while you have a chance - but IMO this is a safe enough read.

The protagonist, ironically nicknamed "Control," is an operative for the organization that manages the Southern Reach. He only ever talks to his handler via cell phone, and his handler's voice is masked so that Control doesn't even know whether he's talking to a man or a woman. He just calls that person the Voice. Well, as I implied, the Voice has been manipulating Control with hypnosis; but Control stumbled across a list of hypnotic triggers someone else had written, and he realized the Voice was using those triggers on him. Below is his retaliation. First I'll give you the scene where he zaps the Voice. Then I'll give you the flashback that shows what went on behind the scenes.


First thing Saturday morning, Control had called the Voice, from his house. He had placed an electronic bullhorn rigged with a timer on one side of his desk, set the timer. He had placed a neon orange sheet of paper with his reminders on it to the right, along with a pen. He drank a shot of whiskey. He smashed his fists down on the desk, once, twice, three times. He took a deep breath. Then he made the call, putting the Voice on speakerphone....

"Is your house in order?" the Voice asked....

Deep breath. Then, preempting anything the Voice might say, Control launched into a shouted string of obscenities of the most vile kind, contorting his throat, hurting it. After a surprised pause, the Voice shouted  "Enough!" then muttered something long and quivery and curling. Control lost the thread. The bullhorn went off. Control shook himself out of it, read the words on the orange sheet of paper. Checked off the first line. Launched again into a string of obscenities. "Enough!" Again, persistent, stubborn, the Voice muttered something, this time moist and short and darting. Control floated and forgot. The bullhorn went off. Control saw the words on the orange sheet of paper. Checked off the second line. Obscenities. Mutters. Floating. Bullhorn ripping through. Control saw the words on the orange sheet of paper. Check mark. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat. Fifth time. Sixth time. The seventh time the script changed. He fed back to the Voice all the muttering, glottal moist soft words he'd gleaned from the director's cheat sheet. Heard the wet gasp and shriek of hitting the target, then an awkward lunge of words toward him, but feeble, disconnected, unintelligible.

That had left a scar. He doubted his incantation had had the full effect, but the point was that the Voice knew and had had a very unpleasant experience.

The bullhorn went off. Control saw the words on the orange sheet of paper. He was done. The Voice was done. They'd have to get another handler, one not quite so manipulative.

"Here's a joke for you," Control said. "What's the difference between a magician and a spy?" Then he hung up.


He had reviewed the surveillance of his Wednesday and Thursday conversations with the Voice on Friday night after a vigorous jog. He'd been suspicious, hadn't trusted the way he seemed to fade in and out during those conversations, or how the Voice had infiltrated his thoughts. With [his cat] on his lap, and the feed piped in from his phone to the television, Control had seen the Voice execute hypnotic commands, seen himself become unfocused, head floating a bit on his neck, eyelids fluttering, while the Voice, never dropping the metallic, guttural disguise, gave him orders and suggestions....

The Voice, while Control languished under hypnosis, had a sharpness and focus not as present otherwise, and a kind of casual perversity, telling Control s/he wanted a joke to end their next phone call, "one with a punch line." As far as he could tell, he also had been serving as a living tape recorder for the Voice. The Voice had pulled out of Control verbatim conversations, which explained why he had been so late getting home Wednesday even though the conversation had seemed short....

So he'd written on the neon orange sheet that he could not possibly miss:

CONTROL, YOU ARE BEING SUBJECTED TO HYPNOTIC SUGGESTION BY THE VOICE
_____Check this line and scream obscenities. Move down one line.
_____Check this line and scream obscenities. Move down one line.

Rinse, repeat, brought out of it by the bullhorn, pulled back into it. Until, finally, he reached the end: "Check this line and repeat these phrases" -- all of the phrases he'd found in the director's desk. Shout them, actually.


So tell me now, dear readers: wasn't that worth a bit of spoilage? 

"Hoarder" is now live as an ebook

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This is my famously freaky dragon story. ;-) And since it's short, I'm only selling it for $1.99. Plus, here's the usual coupon (good for one month) to get it for 25% off at Smashwords: PE36J

And here's the description:


For six decades a dragon has terrorized the city of Weyderchi. At first its needs seemed small: one sacrifice per year, no hymen required. Then the beast became greedier, and the Priests were forced to give it nobles rather than milkmaids. Finally they realized it wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than the Crown Princess.

Rolanne is brave and smart, but the dragon has already taken two friends who were braver and smarter than she. Her only advantage over them is a mythical weapon only she had the right to claim. It’s strong enough to cleave rock, so a dragon’s hide should be no problem. She just has to reach the dragon with her mind intact and the sword still in her hands.

Unfortunately, that could be a problem….and it’s not even the worst one. The dragon didn’t eat Rolanne’s friends, and it doesn’t want to eat her, either. Its plans are much larger than that. In fact, they encompass all of Weyderchi.

This story involves dragon sex and extreme levels of mind control. You have been warned.

“Hoarder” is a story for fans of “Willing Subject” and “My Very Own Serial Number.”



Enjoy!

Brain dump 2, now with sexy pictures

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Lots of only-semi-related stuff going on here again. Why don't we start with the insanely hot and just-waiting-to-be-turned-into-an-EMC-story image at right? I found it on Facebook. I don't know who the models or photographer are, but does it really matter? ;-P

I'll sprinkle a few more Facebook finds down the page just to keep you on your toes.

1. Regarding the brain dump, let's start with the "Choose Your Own Adventure" story I'm writing. It's coming along very well. I've hit cruising speed and am enjoying myself so much that I wish I could take a week off work and do nothing but write.

So far a couple of people have told me specifically that they want to be beta readers. I don't know how many lurkers also want to be beta readers (lots, I hope!), but in the interest of fairness, I'll be making the process first come, first served. When I finish the story, I'll post about it here and ask for people to volunteer in the comments section. That way there's no dispute about who got there first. You can even shout "First!" just like the AICN kiddies if you like.

This is what I'll need from the three beta readers: you must be willing to review many different story paths - including the gay male ones - in what's going to be a very long book, and you must get back to me within three weeks about what you've found. In return, you'll get an in-story cameo or Easter egg of your choice, a thanks in the "Acknowledgements" section, a free copy of the finished e-book, and another free e-book of your choice.

1a. I need some advice from a person with military knowledge regarding a scene in the story. Say a SEAL team is storming a beach, and they swam to shore from a patrol boat. Now, are they officially called a team, or is there a more appropriate term? What would be their ranks? How many would be on the beach? Who'd be in the patrol boat, and what would be their ranks?

1b. I've joined the "One-Handed Writers" group on Facebook. It's a great group of people who, unfortunately, mostly don't write MC erotica (Jacqueline Sweet is the exception). Recently, group members tagged each other to play the "five by five" game, in which you tell five things about the protagonist of your latest work in progress. This is what I said about mine:

1. My hero or heroine literally *is* a hero or heroine because I’m writing a “Choose Your Own Adventure.” The first choice my readers make is the sex of the protagonist.
2. The protagonist is a young, attractive reporter working for a major news outlet.
3. The protagonist has been summoned to the Seychelles for a press conference that will be the scoop of his/her life - but which might also leave her/him brainwashed and enslaved.
4. The protagonist has been summoned to the Seychelles by two astronauts who came back from a mission to Europa radically changed, and who then proceeded to take over the planet.
5. If the protagonist takes just the right action in just the right location, s/he opens up a huge, game-changing hidden plot line.


2.  I've now finished the second book of Jeff VanderMeer's Southern Reach trilogy. It started off slowly and got progressively creepier, blew me out of the water with one of the freakiest scenes I've ever read (no spoilers, but here's a hint: it involves shelving), and then blew me out of the water even harder with a "holy fuck, where did that come from?" climax. Yesterday I found out that Goodreads has a new "Ask the Author" feature, and VanderMeer is participating - all the way through July. I asked him a question last night about the climax of Authority and got just the answer I was hoping for. Based on what he said, Book 3 will be total lunacy from start to finish. I can't wait.




(c) Eric Nyquist

What I wish I could do...and maybe you *can* do

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For a long time, I've had what I think is a great idea for a YouTube video: a compilation of some great MC scenes from movies and TV shows that have been slowed down, chopped up, and otherwise enhanced for maximum EMC goodness. I have several scenes in mind already, including ones from this 2012 post; and I also have what I think is the perfect backing track.

The problem is time. I've never done a video compilation before, and although I'm sure I could figure it out, it would take a while. But I have stories to write and (possibly) photo manips to make. That being the case, I'll just share again the videos I have in mind (at least, the ones that haven't been taken down since that old post), I'll suggest some more great scenes, and I'll give the music I'd use in the video.

And then I'll make you an offer: I've saved all of these videos, including the ones that got taken down. If anyone out there wants to make their own YouTube compilation using some or all of my clips, I'll put them in a Dropbox and share them with you. Just, please, only ask for them if you really do plan to make a compilation for YouTube. Some of my clips are part of full movies, and it would take me a while to chop them up. I'd like to be able to see your finished product. ;-)


Anyway, for your enjoyment, these are some of the scenes I'd include:

1. Lily's seduction in Legend:







2. Emma Peel's brainwashing in The Avengers:







3. "Close to You" from Mirrormask:




4. The vampire Carmilla seduces a maiden (Start viewing at 4:46):



5. "Fleurs du Mal" from Agent Provocateur:




6. The Fright Night club scene, 1985 version:



7. Dana Scully's hypnotic orgasm:



8 and onward: No EMC video compilation would be complete without Big Trouble in Little China, and I have the whole movie, but it got pulled from YouTube; so you'll have to make do with these pictures.

9. I'd also include Dwan's drugged progression toward King Kong in the 1976 version of the movie; some clips from the old B&W White Zombie; the "I Want It" clip from Looker (which, again, I have saved); one or more clips from The Lair of the White Worm (again, I have them saved); and scenes from TV shows like Lois and Clark, Wonder Woman, Falling Skies, and Electra Woman and Dyna Girl (I don't have those saved, but they're easy to find).











Finally, here's the music I'd choose as accompaniment to the compilation. It sounds slinky and seductive, and the fact that I don't understand the language just makes it easier for me to lay my own interpretation over her words.




seriously kinky shit

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This is me...more or less. I've started messing around with the Bitstrips app on Facebook, and this is actually a pretty good likeness. Also, I have indeed been writing some seriously kinky shit lately.

"What Do You Give The Alien Who Has Everything?" is coming along swimmingly. Instead of doing the barbecue-and-fireworks thing for Independence Day, I spent most of the weekend indoors typing - and I loved it. I am deep in the zone and very pleased with how the story is coming together. I can't wait to share it with you. It's hard to do a word count for a Choose Your Own Adventure, but by my best estimation, I wrote over 10,000 words this weekend - and that's just a small fraction of the story's total length. So far. ;-P

A couple of people have asked me whether I plan to make the original "What Do You Give the Man Who Has Everything?" available again. I don't think so, no. When you read "What Do You Give the Alien," you'll see that a good 80% of "What Do You Give the Man" is still in there, and you'll have about eighty times as much new story on top of the old.

This won't be a long post; I don't suppose many people are spending their weekend online anyway. But I to talk for a minute about another subject, completely unrelated to what's above. In between bouts of writing over the weekend, I started reading another Jeff VanderMeer book, City of Saints and Madmen. It's a collection of interconnected stories centering on a fantastical, slightly steampunk city called Ambergris. There are monsters, both human and inhuman. There is fungus. But this book is so unlike the Southern Reach series that it's hard to believe they were written by the same author.

Now, City of Saints and Madmen didn't grip me immediately the way Annihilation and Authority did. In fact, I actually thought at first that I'd wasted my money buying it. Then the book took the same kind of hard left turn that VanderMeer pulled off at the beginning of Authority, and I'm pretty sure I actually said "holy fucking shit" out loud. You might think you know where the first story is heading. You might think you know where VanderMeer wants you to think it's heading, and that you know where it's really heading instead. Well, he is trying to make you think it's heading somewhere - and he's probably even trying to make you think you know where it's really heading in spite of where it appears to be heading. But you'll still be wrong about where it's heading.

If you're confused, you're meant to be.

Sneak Peek at my Upcoming "Choose Your Own Adventure" Story

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First, about the picture at right. I'm thinking about using it (in slightly altered form, and with a tropical background) as part of my cover art. I need a young, blond, innocent slave. Do you think this model is sexy enough to do the trick?

Now, on to the sneak peek. I've said before that in this story, you'll be able to choose your stand-in's sex and orientation (with orientation being loosely defined; you're not locked in with the sex scenes). I'm about to give you the first segment of the story, where you choose your stand-in's gender, and then the first path after you choose the character's gender. The paths diverge right away, and I've decided to give you the male point of view because there's a bit more mystery to it. So here you go:



The camera in front of you hovers in midair. You have no idea what keeps it up there, or even what it’s made of. The surface looks like translucent chrome, and beneath it are dark, whirling shapes and pale lights. No matter how you move, it stays about three arm lengths away from your head, swiveling around to catch the best view of whatever you want to record.
That’s another thing that worries you: how does it know what you want to record? It turns toward you when you begin a report, or when you want to make an important point; but at other times it seeks out the best subject in its (and your) line of sight and homes in on it just as well as any human cameraperson.
It’s a lot more unnerving than a human cameraperson, though. You didn’t ask for this device, or even this assignment. You were given it along with the Imperators’ summons to attend their first press conference. They called for you (and for several dozen other reporters) specifically by name.
How did they even know your name? You’re a junior reporter, not that well known aside from a small fan base. And after today, maybe you’ll only ever be known as a not-quite-nobody who got enslaved by an Imperator. Whatever they have planned for today, it’s more than just a press conference.
Still, you’re a professional, and you’d have taken this assignment even if it were a choice and not a command. You square your shoulders, look directly into the camera eye, and begin your report.

“This is Mark Holland, reporting live for Global News Network.”

“This is Elizabeth Kirkland, reporting live for Global News Network.”

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“I’m on the final leg of my journey to the Seychelles, once the most exclusive island resort on the planet, now home to the man and woman who rule that planet. Thousands of others live here too. Once they were kings and queens, politicians, models, performers, soldiers, and the preexisting resort staff of Mahé Island. Now they’re only slaves.
“At the moment I’m just a few miles west of the Island, approaching the North West Bay. For the most part, the view is magnificent: soaring green mountains dotted with granite outcroppings, clear turquoise water, and hardly a cloud in the sky. But there’s something different about the Glacis District these days: irregular patches of silver clouding parts of the Imperators’ complex. Until today, when they finally allowed outsiders to approach the Seychelles, we believed the blur was only visible to satellite cameras, that it representing some kind of jamming field. Well, it certainly is a jamming field, but it’s also a physical phenomenon. Have a look.”
The camera follows your gaze, homing in on walls and domes that look like solidified mist. They glitter brightly in the morning sunlight. You know what used to be under those structures, before the Imperators came back; but anything could be under there now.
You continue your report. “Fortunately, most of Mahé is and always has been visible. Just over there you can see the beach where the British SBS were scheduled to land during their joint raid with the American SEALs–” you point, and the camera follows your finger. “Whether they did land, and what eventually became of them, are two of the mysteries I hope to solve today.”
Even seeing the Imperators will solve one mystery. Earth’s satellites capture slave displays every day, but you haven’t seen an Imperator since the disastrous raid, although they’re surely not hiding out of fear. Earth has no weapon that can hurt them. Steven Dominick and Julia Alexander still look human enough, but they are not human.
They aren’t even the people they used to be. The two of them must have gone through a battery of psych tests before being chosen for the Europa mission, and if they’d had any tendencies toward world domination, NASA would never have accepted them. But here they are now, ruling the planet and mocking every attempt to take them down.
You think again about the sex slaves, displaying themselves (or being displayed) so proudly. It hasn’t escaped your attention that every reporter the Imperators summoned is young and telegenic. They might plan to make sex slaves of you all…and if they do, how could you ever stop them?
You imagine yourself nude and kneeling blissfully at the end of an Imperator’s chain. It might happen or it might not. Maybe the Imperators don’t want you for a slave, or maybe there’s some way to change their minds, or to beat them, or…well, something.
Still, you can’t stop thinking that you might end up a mindless sex toy. And if you do, whom would you rather belong to?
Steven Dominick

Julia Alexander

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speed bump

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My computer is out of commission for (hopefully) just a few days, so I can't really post a full entry here. I'm on a public library computer and don't want anyone to see me posting my usual kind of stuff. ;-) But thankfully, I've been uploading my story to the cloud every day, and now I can download it and work on it from here. After all, who's going to bother reading simple words over my shoulder? It's just pervy pictures I have to worry about. };-)  So I'll keep writing, and I'll keep my fingers crossed that I get my own machine back soon.

Getting over the speed bump

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Here's the short version: I've spent the last week working on an old, slow loaner computer while I waited for a part to come in that was supposed to fix my real computer; but when the new part came in, it didn't fix the problem. I finally came to the realization I should have had a week ago: I needed a new computer, not a fix to the old one.

So now I have that new computer, and with it a new version of Windows to learn and an assload of files to restore. Fortunately, I can restore them, because ever since the debacle a few years ago when I lost my most precious Virtual Hypnotist programs, I've been backing things up regularly to the cloud. I can get everything back this time, but it's going to take a while.

In the meantime, here are a few notes that I hope will make you smile. Even on the slow loaner computer (and twice on a public library computer), I've been able to keep working on "What Do You Give the Alien Who Has Everything?" It's 4/5 done now, and all I have left are the climaxes - pun fully intended. And since I'd already asked to take next week off from work for vacation, I can spend most of that time catching up on my writing - which I really, really want to do because I'm still in the zone and I'm loving what I'm doing. I might get the rough draft finished in another couple of weeks, and then I'll be able to share it with some select beta readers.

Finally, until I have the time to share a bunch of hot new latex/total enclosure pictures I've been hoarding, I'll give you these two lovelies instead. Here are my physical models for the two mind controllers of "What Do You Give": Julia Alexander will be "played" by Kato, and Steven Dominick will be "played" by Jude Law. I expect those choices will meet with your approval. ;-)


Just as an aside, I am slightly pissed off about the upcoming Mad Max movie

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The character posters and trailer look great, but goddammit, why did they have to name Charlize Theron's character "Imperator"? It's true that I didn't invent the word, but I was counting on it to sound cool and unusual in my new story. Now readers are just going to think I stole it from a movie.

Pretty pictures

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As promised, this weekend it's all about total enclosure. Believe it or not, I found most of these images on Facebook. One of the advantages of this particular fetish is that it doesn't trigger the FB censors because there's no actual nudity.

If you'd like to imagine a story to go along with these images, try this one: a pair of secret agents, one male and one female, invade the lab of alien mind controllers.






Credits: Studio Black Fun, Nikitzo
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