The Royal Captive Vol: 1 to 3 and 4 to 6

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THE ROYAL CAPTIVE: VOL 1 TO 3


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In a world ruled by the sword and brute strength, Prince Miro battles his father’s archenemy, King Jai. He is soundly defeated. Instead of killing him, King Jai demands the stunningly handsome prince as tribute.

Prince Miro must now become a sex slave in his enemy camp. He will be stripped, bound, punished, humiliated, and used in ways he would never have imagined.

But Prince Miro plans to escape, and in the process, assassinate King Jai. Can he do it?

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Prince Miro's Capture (Amazon US Top 65 Erotica, 1PFR Top 2, All Romance Ebooks Bestseller and Bookstrand Top 35 Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Submission (Amazon DE No. 1 English Erotica, Amazon US Top 90 Erotica, All Romance Ebooks Bestseller and Bookstrand Top 30 Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Enslavement (Amazon US Top 75 Erotica, 1PFR No.1 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)


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THE ROYAL CAPTIVE: VOL 4 TO 6

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The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, Miro makes plans to escape. He embarks upon an ambitious plan to seduce Dio, Jai’s handsome and innocent younger brother. But Dio has fallen in love with him. When the time comes, can he betray Dio’s trust?


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Prince Miro's Punishment (1PFR Top 3, Bookstrand Top 65 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Escape (1PFR Top 10, Bookstrand Top 75 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Final Confrontation (1PFR Top 5 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)


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Prince Miro's Final Confrontation

Having escaped from his captor’s palace, the strikingly handsome Prince Miro must now make his way to his father’s lands. But first, he must fulfill his promise to the wine merchant who has secreted him out . . . a promise that entails a strange and unusual sexual practice that is foreign to Miro’s sensibilities.

But all hell breaks loose as Miro is found and caught. Now Miro will be executed in a manner befitting an enemy of the state. Is he doomed to die tragically or will he find a way to survive?

This BDSM novelette (15,000 words) is the final book in ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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They haul me out into the sunshine, where a soft breeze cools my naked body and caresses the tendrils of my hair. The town square is not far from the inn. Soldiers and curious townsfolk pack the area, and the air is filled with chatter, birdsong and freshly baked bread.

A forbidding iron structure has already been erected in the middle of the square. Unlike the previous ones I had been tethered to, this one has a horizontal beam that is much lower, and two vertical beams that support it from the ground. A tortuous-looking iron circle forms the center of the horizontal beam.

My heart sinks.

They place my neck into this iron collar and fasten the clasps. The metal is cold against my skin, and tight – so that I am constantly able to feel the merciless circlet around every part of my flesh. It is not tight enough to choke me, however. My wrists are strapped by leather bonds to the vertical beams, as are my ankles.

My final position is one that requires me to stand with my legs apart. I am still unable to see Tia or Dio anywhere amongst the crowd.

Spirus notices me worriedly scanning the faces.

“No doubt you are wondering about the fates of your friends. All will be revealed shortly.”

“If you’re going to whip me, why don’t you just get it over with?” I snap.

“Whip you?” Spirus laughs. “Oh no. You don’t get off that easily. From what I saw last, you quite enjoyed your little public flagellation, especially when it’s done in the expert hands of a master such as I.”

I glower at him. What he says has truth, but I’m not going to admit it to someone as despicable as him.

Spirus continues, “No, no. What I will suggest to Queen Ariya when she gets here will be quite, quite different. And dangerous. I daresay you will not come out of it alive. The whole thing will be over before King Jai hears of it and even he won’t be able to save you by then.”

I can’t help but feel a frisson of fear run down my spine, no matter how much I braved myself for this. I’ve always told myself, as a soldier and commander of men, that I am prepared for death any time in battle.

But execution is something different. Execution is timed – you will know the exact moment of your death.

Why shouldn’t they execute me? My father is already rampaging at their doorstep, whether or not I am dead. Why not deal a blow to the old man that might finish him off once and for all?

“If you plan to kill me, at least let my friends go,” I say, gritting my teeth. “They had no part in this. I planned and carried out the whole thing. Tia was an unwilling participant. Dio was my hostage . . . I threatened to kill him if he so much as screamed.”

My chest is reverberating with the forceful thuds of my betraying heart. I can only hope Spirus will believe me. If anyone is to die, I should be the only one.

For answer, Spirus merely smiles. His hand dips down and seizes my strapped cock. It is semi-limp for now, but under Spirus’s ministrations, it becomes hard. His other hand pinches my right buttock – so painfully that I have to steel myself not to wince.

“You never could lie well, Prince Miro. Your friends have confessed to aiding and abetting you in their futile attempts to save your life. They will be dealt with in their own way – severely.”

I swallow. “But Dio is a prince! Your prince!”

“Indeed. I’ll leave it to his mother to handle him. But you are mine until her arrival. Mine to use in any which way I choose. I hope you have the stomach for what is about to happen to you.”

Prince Miro's Escape

The escape plan is in its final stage. Shackled to the dungeon walls, the naked and vulnerable Prince Miro has to find a way to get to the wine cellars by nightfall. To do this, he embarks upon an ambitious plan to seduce Dio, the handsome brother of his enemy, King Jai.

Miro must now use his beautiful face and considerable charms to tempt Dio into letting him escape. But in doing so, he must physically and emotionally wound the innocent Dio, who has fallen in love with him.

Can he do it?

This BDSM novelette (11,400 words) is Book Five of 'The Royal Captive' series.

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"But I am in love with you," Dio insists, his eyes shining as he gets onto the bed beside my bound body. "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I have thought of no one else. I couldn't sleep last night, thinking of you."

I desperately want to tell him what I have told Tia - that to love me is great folly. I will only hurt you or betray your trust.

But I don't.

I don't because there's more here at stake that the fragile heart of this trembling youth, who is now laying a gentle hand on my chest and stroking the muscles there.

So I swallow the hard lump in my throat, and say, "Thank you for telling me. I don't know if I can prove myself to be worthy of your love. I am now but a lowly slave."

"No," he says in anguish, "you are not a lowly slave to me. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. You are like a god come down from the heavens."

His fingers move to caress my right nipple.

"You are like the best friend I can only long to have," he adds. "I desire you more than anything. It hurts me how much I desire you."

My abdomen caves in as I suck in a deep breath.

I say hoarsely, "Then touch me. Touch my cock."

Dio's hand shakes as it moves down to grasp my shaft. His mouth half opens as he palms the rigid flesh, and fingers the light blue vein that snakes down its top. His thumb and index finger circles the thin ridge of flesh around my penile head.

"It's so beautiful," he whispers.

He bends his head down to kiss the tip. Tentacles of sensuous pleasure creeps from my groin into my belly.

"Take it in your mouth," I say.

He kisses my glans again, and then takes my head into his soft, warm mouth. The sensations immediately assail me, and I grip the taut rope of my bonds as Dio applies his cheek pressure to my cock. His tongue is oh-so-gentle, like a butterfly's wings as it delves into the formations of my flesh. My breathing quickens as I let out a soft moan - which is not completely a pretense.

Prince Miro's Punishment

For some reason, this book is still only on PRE-ORDER on Bookstrand. This means they might find the image objectionable. Sigh, this is my second book in a row where retailers have found something wrong with either the description or image.


WARNING: Contains bondage, submission and domination themes that may be offensive to some.

The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, the staggeringly handsome Miro is stripped, bound and exhibited throughout his enemy’s capital. He is brought to Jai’s mother, the beauteous Queen Ariya, who introduces Miro’s long, hard cock and tight asshole to further sinful delights.

But Jai’s quiet brother lurks in the shadows, watching Miro from wounded eyes. What role will Miro play in his enemy’s strange family?


This BDSM novelette (13,500 words) is Book Four of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.

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The Queen gets up from her throne. She waves a diffident hand. “He will not be out of my sight, I assure you, good general. Does King Jai prohibit the sharing of his new plaything with his mother?”

The general smiles as he glances at me. “I’m sure His Majesty would not deny his own mother her little pleasures, my Queen.”

“Excellent.” The Queen descends onto the floor where I am set upon in my bonds. She studies the beams that are used to support me, as well as the little U-shaped stick holding my cock upright.

Her lily white hand darts out to stroke my shaft and penile head.

“Lovely, simply lovely,” she breathes. “I honestly don’t think I have seen anything so spectacular in a long time.”

She toggles the slim rod inside my penis.

“How firm and long it is,” she gushes.

I’m not sure she’s referring to the rod or my cock. She caresses my balls and tugs at the weights holding them down, and then goes behind me to observe the way the axe handle spears my anus.

“What a beautiful pattern the lash marks make,” she murmurs, her fingers pressing against my newly made strokes.

I steal a glance at my back and buttocks. They are striped with red crisscrosses, but there is not an open wound in sight. Spirus has whipped me well without causing me injury.

The Queen returns to my front again. Lightly flicking my nipple weights back and forth, she says to me, smiling, “I’ll take good care of you in my son’s absence, little pet. Just as you’ll take good care of me.”

My breath stills. Up close, she is even more beautiful than I have been led to believe. Her skin is alabaster, and her eyes deep wells of blue.

She turns to the youth in the white cape and beckons. “Come, Dio.”

The young man hesitates.

“Don’t be a rabbit. Come see the young prince from the enemy camp. It could be you in this state if you’d been caught by that awful King Aeschylus, my son.”

I bridle. My father would never mete out such treatment to his royal prisoners. He may torture them physically in the dungeons, of course, but never would he sexually toy with them. At least, not to my knowledge.

Prince Dio reluctantly rises from his chair. He gathers his white cape around him and takes small steps down the dais where the throne is situated. He joins his mother meekly.

His mother grasps his hand and makes him touch my tumescent shaft, as though he is a child who must be taught to milk his first cow.

“Feel it. Close your hands around it,” she orders.

I was a Teenage Nymphomaniac

17-year-old Mika Jamison is dark-haired, beautiful, and has tits described as “firm, luscious melons” sprouting from her chest. Her sweet pussy is blessed/cursed with an uncommon affliction that makes her always horny and wet.

When her boyfriend, Jake, invites two of his friends over for a private session with Mika in the school Chemistry lab, Mika discovers just how titillating and exciting certain lab instruments can be. That is . . . until they get caught by the Assistant Principal, a fearsome woman nicknamed the Dragon.

Will Mika be able to persuade the Dragon and the handsome school Principal to let her off?

This BDSM novelette (11,700 words) is Volume ONE of the TEENAGE NYMPHOMANIAC series.


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“Now, Mannie, what do you want to do to her tits?”

Manfred is so agog at the wonder of seeing and touching me that he can scarcely speak.

“Do you want to suck them?” Jake slyly suggests.

I lean forward in an encouraging manner while holding up my tits in my palms. Jake’s hand is on my ass as Chip and Manfred lower their mouths – one to my right nipple and the other to my left – to suckle. My nipples are already so erect and sensitive that I’m ready to explode, and it’s only the fact that my pussy is still encased in its panties that I manage to rein in my orgasm.

Hot, wet tongues lick my nipples. Warm inner cheeks suck and suck at them for all they are worth. I writhe and groan in exquisite agony. Four hands roam all over my breasts and belly, while one of them dips to underneath my skirt.

“Hold on.” Jake’s admonishing tone. “You haven’t paid for that yet, lover boy. Now do you dudes wanna see her cunt or not?”

Murmurs of agreement all over.

I’m a little uncomfortable to Jake referring to my erotic bits as ‘cunt’ – it seems so crude and vulgar somehow – but I suppose he does it in the heat of passion.

“Come on, beautiful,” Jake says in my ear as he unhooks my skirt from behind. I help him slide it off from under my buttocks and my thighs. My black stockings are of the garter variety, and they are held up by two thin synthetic material straps to a black garter belt around my lower waist. My panties are also black, and so wet that the crotch area actually feels heavy and is pulling the rest of it down.

The boys stare openly at my crotch.

“That will be ten dollars each,” Jake says, holding out his palm. “Pay up.”

Chip and Manfred do not tear their gazes from my crotch as they remove the bills from their wallets and hand them to Jake.

Jake grins as he flips the notes. “OK. Brace yourselves, kiddos. It’ll be quite a sight.”

The sides of my panties are conveniently worn on top of my garter straps. I initially meant Jake to pull my panties off and fuck me only with my garters and stockings on. Well, I guess I will have to contend with more than Jake.

Jake tugs my panties and slides them off my hips and thighs the same way he did my skirt. All eyes are on my exposed pussy as I open my legs wider for their inspection.

“Aaaah.”

“Ohhhh.”

“Do you see it?” Jake persists. “She has a most unusual cunt. A gold mine of a cunt.”

Prince Miro's Enslavement

The stunningly beautiful Prince Miro is conflicted. His captor, King Jai, has become extremely enamored of him. His best friend – fellow sex slave Tia, who is in love with him – wants him to escape.

When his father negotiates a prisoner exchange, Prince Miro is made to go through several challenges. He must simultaneously best ten men by sword, and then put on a sexual exhibition for revelers in a pavilion of earthly delights.

But Prince Miro plans to assassinate King Jai. When the hour is ripe, will he do it?

This BDSM novelette (11,200 words) is Book Three of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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The party continues below the dais. More guests approach the throne to offer trinkets. The mound of treasures and glittering objects before the dais turns into a small hillock. Laughter tinkles everywhere.

Some of the guests grab the semi-naked slaves to fondle their breasts and genitals. The aroma of roasting meat wafts around the billowing curtains and silken sheets. A minstrel plays merry music, and several nude dancing girls frolic in the middle of the floor.

I spy Tia being groped by a red-cheeked guest, who probably has had too much to drink. I bridle with anger. The guest inserts two of his fingers into her exposed vagina, and she tries to fend him off while holding on to a decanter of wine.

Spirus observes me from the other side of the pavilion. He flashes me an evil grin.

King Jai’s voice is smoky with drink and desire as he says to me, “I wish to taste your lips around my cock.”

I am slightly alarmed, because there are guests everywhere, watching our every move. Does he wish to display my sexual slavery in front of so many people?

King Jai smiles as he lifts the front of his robe.

“Come,” he beckons.

Aware of Dimetryon and my father’s other bannermen watching me, I shift my position so that my head is poised at King Jai’s half-hidden cock. Its massive girth rears like a flagpole before my face, obscured from the crowd by my body.

I take it into my mouth. Or at least, I attempt to. It is so huge that I have to stretch my mouth to its maximal capacity to take it in. From my experience in the orgy with King Jai’s generals, I am now quite adept at sucking cock.

I slide the gargantuan cock in and out of my mouth. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as hot eyes rake my back and buttocks, with the beads smacking the carpeted floor of the dais as I rock my body back and forth. My own penis has not lost its tensile turgor.

What does it mean? That I am aroused by all this?

King Jai’s large hands clasp the back of my head, guiding my mouth to take in his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

“Faster,” he says.

I increase the rhythm of my bobbing head. My teeth graze his salty flesh. A soft moan of pleasure uncurls from King Jai’s throat as I continue to pump his cock with my wet mouth. Behind me, the party scales into a frenzy, with laughter and gaiety filling the erotically charged atmosphere.

Then, just as fast as he has pulled me towards him, he pushes my head away from his penis. I am bewildered and dazed, my lips dripping with his pre-cum.

Prince Miro's Submission

The strikingly beautiful Prince Miro has become a sex slave in his enemy's camp. He is publicly displayed and degraded. His lush, firm buttocks are beaten repeatedly with a riding crop.

But the night awaits him with further torments. Prince Miro must now pleasure six battle-hardened generals . . . who will use him in ways he has never imagined possible.

This is Book Two of 'The Royal Captive' series.


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Spirus makes a face at her. He produces a fat wooden rod from behind his back. It is attached to a tail made from real chestnut horsehair. Several leather straps trail from its base. I gaze at it in wonder.

Spirus turns me around. "Bend over."

With mounting dread, I obey. Spirus parts my buttock cheeks and feels for my asshole.

"No." Tia stays his hand. "He is hurt enough already. He needs to heal. If you must do it, he needs lubrication."

Gratefully, I observe Tia as she covers the rod with a generous coating of unguent.

Spirus forces my upper body down on the bed as he prizes my anus open. I close my eyes as the cold, sticky rod slides into my numbed rectum, filling it. It's not as large as King Jai's cock, thank goodness, but it is extremely solid and hard. If I try to move, I can feel its ramrod presence within me, causing me to straighten my pelvic region.

Spirus secures its leather straps around my hips and waist. The horsetail sprouts from between my buttocks in a lavish plume.

I am now a beast of burden. Embarrassment washes in tides from my cheeks to my chest. Surely he does not mean to make me walk amongst the soldiers like this?

But Spirus has not finished humiliating me.

Massaging my cock back and forth in front of the watchful Tia, he ensures that it is firmly tumescent. He then reveals a thin black leather strap with several metal hooks. He ties this around the base of my penis, restricting my circulation so that my shaft is further engorged.

Spirus proceeds to clasp more thin black straps around my shaft - four in succession - as though my cock is a skein of hair that must be braided. My raised cock is now studded with these straps. The final one encircles my bulging purple glans tightly.

"Beautiful," Spirus breathes, admiring his handiwork.

He proceeds to clamp my nipples with two metal clips that bite down hard on my quivering, sensitive flesh. The clips are attached to two thin metal chains. He fastens these to the hooks on the black strap around my penis base so that I can barely stand straight.

My nipples are pulling my cock up in a contest of tightness. Or maybe my cock is pulling my nipples down.

Spirus goes to the entrance of the tent and lifts a flap.

"Bring it in," he orders.

Two guards enter, carrying a medium-sized wooden stock - the kind used to display prisoners at a marketplace to make them objects of ridicule and scorn. The stock has three holes - a large one in the middle and two smaller ones at the sides. A foot long wooden appendage juts out from the thin side of the stock at the level of the central hole.

Releasing several clasps, the guards part the stock longitudinally.

"Stand straight and lift your arms," Spirus commands me.

Tia looks away.