I should be working on book five of the Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series, but what do you do when a plot bunny grows to a Harvey-sized rabbit and knocks on your door every waking moment?
I caved. I opened the door, and between bouts of promotion for Destiny’s Chance, Coming to Terms, and Disciplinary Measures, I’ve been writing an erotic science fiction domestic discipline novel. Yes, science fiction. This genre, new to me, allowed me to express concepts that no other genre would.
I don’t have a fancy blurb, but here’s a little about the story:
Hero Dak and heroine Omra belong to an alien humanoid militaristic race who live on “androcentric, androsocial” planet where the culture of male domination is enforced by law. Aggression simmers; violence is checked only by strict protocol and mores. Nature, further defined by official decree, has organized the race into a three-tiered caste system. The five Alpha Commanders who rule the planet stand at the top of caste. Beneath them are the alphas, the males deemed dominant, and below them, are the betas, males tested and found to be submissive. Betas work in support functions and are anointed as domestic partners to the alphas. Only alphas may pass on their genetic material by bearing offspring. Females are not even part of the equation; they are slaves relegated to breeding and ancillary sexual outlets.
Alpha Commander Dak needs a son. In addition, his beta Corren could use a female for sexual release since Dak’s responsibilities as Commander take him away for home for long periods. He purchases a breeder named Omra with the intention of impregnating her and then handing her off to Corren. Only Corren hates her. And Dak falls in love with her. As he does, he begins to question everything he was taught, jeopardizing not only his anointed union with Corren, but all of Parseon.
Breeder explores the concepts of gender roles and social prohibitions against deviant behavior. It includes graphic M/F and M/M sexual content and violence, both rape and nonconsensual domestic discipline.
I estimate that Breeder (my working title) will be between 50,000 and 60,000 words. I have 30,000 words of the first draft done. I’ve been thinking a great deal about where to submit Breeder, whether to go with one of my existing publishers or branch out to a new one. Breeder represents a new genre for me, and the story is different from anything I’ve read.
I almost never share excerpts of WIPS, but here’s a sampling of the opening chapter, unedited and subject to change:
By Cara Bristol
If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the containment center with its stale air, musty odor and damp, dark corridors. But the muffled sound caught his attention and when he squinted at the source, he spotted the female crouched in the corner on her straw sleeping mat. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; he’d thought the cell empty.
The man’s mouth drooped in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”
The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d pre-selected for inspection had rated anything close to suitable.
“I would like to see her anyway,” Dak said.
“Very well, sir.” The man saluted and opened the habitation cell with his master entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure, the director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut behind them.
The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. The other breeders had tried to latch onto him through the bars of their habitation cells once they noted his chest insignia signifying his Commander status. He wasn’t just alpha. He was the Alpha.
That this breeder refused to acknowledge his presence was odd. Dak frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”
The director tightened his lips. “No, just stubborn, ill-behaved.” He nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” She did not respond, and he moved to prod her harder, but Dak forestalled him with a gesture.
“You will stand.” He grasped the female’s arm and hauled her to her feet. She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin. Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell back from an oval face to reveal violet eyes the color of the Parseon moon, eyes that sparked with a glimmer of intelligence, arousing his interest more than anything else he’d seen today. Her skin, when it wasn’t smudged by grime and dirt, was probably pale like the sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the odor emanating from her was. His beta would have a fit if he brought such a creature into their home.
“Why is she so filthy?” he asked.
“She refuses to bathe.”
As Dak scrutinized her facial features, checking for symmetry and shape, he noted little in the way of imperfection or dysgenics, other than the fact that she was female. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but to bear his sons she needed to be healthy and strong. Disease ran rampant in containment centers, and once a female contracted an ailment, they all seemed to get it.
He released her chin, stepped back and swept his gaze over her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, alphas included, while she was smaller than most females so the top of her head didn’t even meet his shoulder. Thin too, almost to the point of malnourishment, although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. She’d be easy to tag, not that he concerned himself with such mundane matters.
He probed both sides of her neck for swollen areas. She swallowed and trembled under his touch, kindling a moment’s sympathy for her fear. Breeders were emotional creatures, and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated breeders well, but she would be taken care of in his household if he chose her. His command occupied most of his time and energy, leaving his beta alone for long stretches. Not only would the breeder relieve Corren of many of his household chores, but she would provide a physical outlet as well.
“Does she have a name?” Dak asked.
“Her sire named her Omra.”
Gentle one, it meant.
Dak parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth and along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. He caught a flash in her gaze and jerked his hand back a nanosecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that she only grazed his skin.
The director gasped, his face reddening. “Commander, I am so sorry. I will have her flogged immediately.”
“Unnecessary. I’ll take care of it.” He unclipped a sudon from his belt. Crafted from the tail of the baronian ilyx, the stiff leather sudon still bore the protrusions where the venomous quills had been removed. As he’d not needed to use the sudon before, scants of amounts of ilyx’s stinging venom remained in the raised areas.
The breeder shrieked when he grabbed her, and hauled her slight body two steps to the stone bench.
And that’s all for now folks…what do you think?