By
S. Nano (Guest Blogger)
Welcome
to my release blitz!
I’m
excited to introduce you to Adventures in Fetishland Book 2 –
The White Queen, recently published by the House of Erotica.
This book has never been published before. Book 1, now re-published
by the House of Erotica, has been featured in another recent release blitz. Book 2 develops the role of the character, Kim. The excerpt of
the book reproduced here illustrates the theme of it.
Blurb
Kim:
“You thought Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland were strange. Well,
let me tell you, my adventures are way weirder!... I’m the ninth
daughter of a ninth daughter. The only survivor of my family from
needless slaughter. Now, it’s been impressed on me this is a big
deal, this makes me somebody special… even powerful. The number
nine has a great mystical significance. It symbolizes spiritual
awakening, universal love, karma… and the energy of the Goddess.
These magical qualities run right back through my lineage because it
turns out I’m the direct descendent of a 16th century
Slavic woodland spirit called Goddess Samovila”
Kim
has been brought to Mistress Nemesis’s dungeon and premises in
Leeds where her relationship with the dominatrix has developed, and
the Mistress (or The Red Queen) explains something about Kim’s
background to her. In addition to this, the Church, overseen by Pope
Innocent XIV and Cardinal Spinola, has been monitoring Kim’s past
with concern because it is conscious of the power she might possess.
Kim is also becoming aware of her importance.
The
Cardinal seeks the support of Sister Domexia, a female supporter of
The Cardinal who is based in a Tuscan convent, from which she will
leave to go to Leeds to organise the capture of Kim. The Red Queen
has given Kim information about her past, as she has an unusual
personal history and is the descendent of a powerful elite Goddess.
Kim
and Sister Domexia attend a fetish club with Mistress Nemesis and a
group of characters who attend The Red Queen’s domain. Kim is
kidnapped and taken to a church in an underground cave in the
Dordogne in southern France where the Cardinal has told Sister
Domexia to take Kim where he intends to meet her and then
incarcerate her. These plans do not work out as planned though
because Kim has been able to escape from where she’s been
incarcerated and establishes her own role in the forests of Dordogne.
A
conflict involving Kim, Sister Domexia, The Cardinal and The Red
Queen takes place in Leeds as all the characters are left to work out
how they should behave to settle the difficult positions they find
themselves in. Can Kim find a way to resolve how she needs to behave
in response to the difficult place she finds herself in? How will Kim
plan her future now that she finds herself in a conflicted situation?
Available
from: https://books2read.com/adventures2snano
Excerpt
Sister
Domexia’s day was not going as planned. She had been looking
forward to inflicting her inimitable style of physical and
psychological torment on the girl before the Cardinal arrived in the
Dordogne to decide what to do with her. That had not gone as
expected. The girl had escaped. She was not in the church so Sister
Domexia assumed she had fled into the surrounding, heavily wooded,
landscape.
She
went back to her cell to fetch her gun. The events of the day had
convinced Sister Domexia that Kim was a dangerous adversary even
though she couldn’t yet explain how.
She
mulled over the events of the day in her head, coming to reflect on
the account brought back by the monk leading a search party. Aurochs,
ibex, bison, cave lions! What nonsense. These beasts belong to the
stone age. But, what if? Surely that was impossible
She
took a deep breath… and plunged into the forest.
She
came to a large clearing of the woods. She took a few steps into the
circle surrounded by trees and waited. She felt the energy around
this place; it was palpable like you could reach out and touch it.
Stood there, alone, awaiting the arrival of the figure who had come
to represent a nemesis for her, she had a sense of impending doom and
unease. Who was this girl? What inexplicable powers did she
possess that made the Cardinal and His Holiness so concerned about
her?
She
saw pinpoints of yellow within the shadowy outlines of the trees.
Eyes. The eyes of woodland beasts glowering menacingly at her through
the surrounding trees. Kim was nearby. She felt it.
She
heard a rustle. Before she knew it a huge beast had leapt out of the
trees, its massive paws outstretched as it pounced at her. She jumped
backwards in terror, stumbling to the ground on her backside. It was
a lion. But this was no ordinary lion, it was a cave lion, a beast
from pre-history, maybe half as large again as an ordinary lion and
twice as fearsome. She recognised it from photographs she’d seen of
cave paintings. Sister Domexia gasped. So it was true. The
monks who’d come back from the forest with tales of animals long
extinct in this area were right. Sister Domexia scrambled back up to
her feet. The lion confronted her, snarling and growling as it padded
back and forth before her. This was no illusion. She could see every
bristle of fur, ripple of muscle and razor edge of tooth, and smell
the beast’s animal odour.
More
creatures emerged from the trees and dispersed to encircle Sister
Domexia by taking up positions around the edge of the clearing. A
group of antlered reindeer led the way, followed by a few
curved-horned ibex, some aurochs, and, lastly, a herd of
woolly-haired bison crashed through the trees; animals either extinct
or unknown in these parts for centuries. What manner of sorcery
could summon up the beasts in cave paintings and bring them to life?
The
beasts parted to create an opening out of which a figure emerged from
the shadows. It was Kim but like Sister Domexia had never seen her
before. She was naked, her body caked in wet mud, her legs covered in
scratches from running through the forest’s undergrowth. Her wavy
blonde hair, dripping with rain, hung around her shoulders. Her face
was daubed with lines in red ochre like war-paint; one across her
forehead another from her forehead down her nose and a series of
zig-zag strokes along her cheeks, and there were concentric circles
painted around her nipples in red. Kim looked wild and dishevelled
whilst also conveying an aura of shamanic power. She possessed an
other-worldly puissance and looked incredibly sexy.
Sister
Domexia could have pulled out her gun. She could have shot the cave
lion and then killed Kim but she was mesmerised and riveted to the
spot. And what would a gun avail her with the kind of wild magic she
faced here. Besides, she wanted this encounter; it was why she’d
entered the forest in the first place, to pit herself against this
adversary. Seeing how Kim had revealed herself and the wild magic she
was capable of commanding, it now appeared a mismatch to Sister
Domexia. But she would not surrender easily, she would fight the girl
to the bitter end if necessary.
Kim’s
look was inscrutable; if she was angry with hatred, as she would be
justified in being, it did not show in her eyes.
It
was Kim who broke the silence between the two women.
“You
underestimated me, didn’t you? I saw the look of contempt in your
eyes for the ‘little submissive girl’. You thought you could get
the better of me; that when you finally got me in your grasp away
from the protection of Nemesisland you’d be able to punish and
humiliate me. Didn’t work out like that, did it? And yes, I
underestimated myself too. Look now. The souls from 20,000 year old
animals painted on cave walls spirited from the rocks and brought to
life. Pretty impressive, heh.”
Sister
Domexia couldn’t deny it. She glared wide-eyed at the menagerie of
prehistoric beasts encircling her.
“Do
you want to see my latest party piece?”
Kim
spread her arms out, the palms of her hands facing upwards. She
screwed up her eyes in a gesture of intense concentration. A spark
leapt up from her palm and shot upwards as a bolt of lightning into
the heavens. It reached the skies and exploded into forks of dazzling
white which illuminated the arena of trees like a spotlight. The
thunder roared like the cave lion which circled Sister Domexia with
an angry growl. It rumbled all around the forest causing the canopy
of trees to sway in its awesome breath. Then the heavens opened. A
deluge of rain descended on them so hard it hit like a slashing whip.
“JEEZUS
CHRIST! WHAT THE FUCK!” Sister Domexia screamed.
It
was the only way to be heard above the tumult in the skies. The rain
poured over them in a deluge, the water streaming over Kim’s face
and running like a torrent down her naked body. She took a few steps
forward.
Invoking
the Lord Christ was a curse Sister Domexia rarely used and reserved
it only for the utmost extremity, but it was merited right now. She
was trying to process what was happening. This was like confronting
the Old Testament God who could raise plagues, pestilences and
floods.
She
shouted, “Very impressive. Go on. Bring the heavens down on me. Get
your beasts to tear my body apart if you want. Don’t think I’m
afraid of you. I’ve suffered for the Holy Church, I’ve been made
strong for it, there’s nothing you can do to break my will. So have
your vengeance. Set the wild animals on me. See if I care. You’ll
not break my spirit.”
It
was an inspired speech of defiance and threat which masked Sister
Domexia’s sheer terror. Seeing Kim now, revealed with her aura of
wild magic, she was locked in a grip of fear. So this is what the
Cardinal had hidden from her, what the Holy Church feared? She
began to understand.
They
both looked down and noted the hidden gun now openly visible. Sister
Domexia knew it was there. Knew she could have reached for it. But
she couldn’t or maybe daren’t. When it came to it she didn’t
have the willpower, didn’t even want to shoot Kim. She sensed this
confrontation needed to be played out to its end.
“Go
on strike me down with lightening, savage me. Do whatever the fuck
you want with me,” the rain so intense water sprayed from Sister
Domexia’s lips as she spoke.
Kim’s
hands strayed down to the nun’s hips and ran along the curve of her
buttocks, pulling them together.
“Why
would I do that? In my moment of victory I can afford to be generous.
I don’t want to hurt you or kill you. What purpose would that
serve. No, I want you.”
Kim
lifted her hands to place one on each of Sister Domexia’s cheeks.
Her touch was tender, loving. Then she leant in for a kiss. Their
lips touched. The rain poured down their faces and into their mouths
mingling with the moisture on their lips. They kissed passionately.
Kim brought her hands behind Sister Domexia’s head and buried them
into her bedraggled, sopping, auburn hair. Pulling them tighter
together Kim drove her tongue into Sister Domexia’s mouth. Their
kiss was long, deep, and lusty. When their lips parted Sister
Domexia was left panting. I didn’t expect that. I really did not
expect that.
“I
don’t understand. Why don’t you want revenge? From the moment we
met we’ve never got on, let alone been attracted. I’m a sadist, I
would have really hurt you if I’d been allowed. It was only the
instruction not to harm you that held me back.
Kim
shrugged. “I know you would have. But still, what purpose does it
serve me now to hurt you. Besides, you’re not my foe, not really.
It’s the forces behind you who are my real adversary. Who controls
you? Why do they want me?”
“I
work for the Holy Church. I do whatever is necessary, whatever I’m
told, to protect it. I get my instructions from a powerful person in
the church establishment. I’m an agent to protect the faith. I do
what is necessary that the church dare not admit.”
“The
Pope!?”
“No.
Not directly. I work for a Cardinal. The Pope’s fixer if you like,
Cardinal Spinola.”
“Why
does he want me? What does he know about me?”
The
lightening cracked, the thunder rumbled, and the torrent of rain
still poured down. The beasts hovered threateningly around them.
“Look.
Fuck. Look at the this shit,” she bellowed. “He’s scared. I
don’t know what he knows. He never shared that. I just know the
church is afraid of you. And with good reason.”
“Bring
him to me.”
“What,
the Cardinal?”
“Yes,
bring him to me, Sister.”
About
the Author
S.
Nano is an erotic writer who writes stories with dark and exotic
content drawing on the themes of female supremacy, goddess worship,
bondage, domination and submission, sado-masochism and fetish,
frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings.
His
work usually has dominant female characters and submissive males. His
stories explore the tensions between dominant and submissive and the
boundaries between pain and pleasure, physical and mental bondage and
retribution and reward.
Three
of his novels have recently been published by House of Erotica. They
are all featured here because they have been re-released. Some of his
short stories and novellas have also been published by House of
Erotica whilst other works of his have been published by Xcite Books,
Excessica, Forbidden Fiction, Greenwoman Publishing, Coming Together
and Sinful Press.
S.
Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom.
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