Re-release

Over My Enslaved Body  is now available on Amazon, at Barnes & Noble and at Smashwords. It's also still available at A1AdultEbooks (its original publisher), so you can choose your format and your preferred business! The re-release has a sexy new black & white cover that is very, very erotic...

WARNING: this book contains scenes of forced sexual activity, humiliation and graphic sex. Read on for an excerpt...but only if you enjoy the shadier sides of our desires...

Over My Enslaved Body (excerpt)

Mystic Shade

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The pain in her head from the blinding light receded and Carol managed to open her eyelids enough to peek at the man whose voice seemed so kind as compared to the brutes who had kidnapped her. She blinked several times before he came into focus and she tried not to respond to the incredible maleness of the man who knelt before her, care in his dark eyes and his face etched with concern for her.

“Better?”

She nodded, the harsh light no longer sending darts of pain into her skull.

He leaned back on his heels, his eyes now surveying her, noting the bindings and the bruise on her cheek. She saw the color come up in his face as his fingers touched her cheekbone and she winced.

“That will be dealt with, don’t worry.”

Harshness colored his voice and Carol suddenly understood this was a man to be reckoned with. A man whose good side you wanted to stay on. A flash of anger lit his eyes for only a moment, but it gave her a glimpse of a very different sort of man under the surface. Fear coiled in her belly as she realized this man was no more her friend than the others.

As if he realized he’d let his mask slip, he smiled. “I’m Jake and I know you have questions. Let me answer as many as I can for you and then I’ll take that gag off so you can ask the rest.”

He stood, moving to a rather messy desk in the far corner, coming back with a thin folder Consulting it, he ran down his dossier on her.

“Name: Carol Walden. Age: 29, just shy of 30.” He winked at her as if they shared a joke, but Carol didn’t get it. “Occupation: owner of independent bookstore.” Looking at her again, he smiled. “I like that…’independent bookstore.’ Shows spirit and a desire to not go with corporate America.” He eyed her skirt and peasant blouse. “Suspect there’s a very independent spirit inside that body of yours.”

His look made her want to squirm again, but he was right. She did have an independent spirit and she let it flare now, holding her chin defiantly high and letting her eyes flash a warning at him that he’d best not mess with her.

He laughed outright. “Good.” He nodded and closed the folder. “Good to see. We’re going to have some fun together, I can tell.” Throwing the folder onto the large table in the center of the room, he sat beside it, one leg up, one down for balance.

“This is how it is, Carol Walden. You have a friend, one Beth Gardner, who felt you needed a change. She’s provided it, through me. I’m Jake Kariola and I run a…change business. Seems she knows of your…fantasies…and since I fulfilled one of hers a while back, she came to me to fulfill one of yours.”

Carol’s head reeled. Beth? Beth was behind all this? Beth was her best friend…her confidant. Why would she have her kidnapped? Kidnapping hadn’t ever been one of her fantasies. Was this all a mix-up?

“You’ve been sold, Carol. I bought you from Beth.”

Carol looked at him in panic. Okay, that one they’d talked about…in an esoteric sense. About being human property…bought and sold on the black market…sexual slavery…yeah. That had been a fantasy. But only a fantasy.

Jake slid off the table and towered over her, all traces of kindness now evaporated as the truth registered in Carol’s face.

“Yes, I paid good money for you.” He leaned down, his hands on the chair, fencing her in with his body, his face inches from her own. She shrank back against the cold leather seat and he followed. “You are mine now and I will do with you what I want.”

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~mystic

UNDER HIS SPELL is now available!

Davidson Advertising Agency has a secret. So does its owner. Handed down to him through two generations, Alex Davidson runs not one, but two separate companies in the building his grandfather bought.

The top two floors hold the advertising agency known world-wide for their award winning designs and beautiful artistry.

The bottom two floors hold a secret. A secret that would ruin him were it to get out...

Want more? Read on!


UNDER HIS SPELL
by Mystic Shade
All Rights Reserved

Prologue

Alex silently slid back the panel in the door that opened a tiny window into the cell beyond. Curled into a fetal ball, the remains of a once-proud, independent woman lay sobbing after her most recent use. From here he could see the cum smears on her ass cheeks from where the men had taken her tiny hole with their massive cocks – and he smiled.

Sliding the panel shut, he turned to the older woman beside him. “This one is nearly broken?”

“Very nearly, sir. She still sobs, which implies she still has resistance, despite the contract she signed. A few more sessions and she will be ready for the next step of her training.”

“Excellent, Annabel. You have done well, as always.”

“Of course I have, sir. I was trained by the best.”

Alex heard the pride in the woman’s voice and had the good sense not to smile. Hand-picked from the offerings at the very first slave auction his family ever held, the now-elderly woman had lost none of her own discipline and training. Since his father’s untimely death, “Miss Annabel” had become simply “Annabel” to him, and an invaluable asset in keeping the family’s side business going.

“Let me see the next one.”

“This way, sir. Follow me.”

The woman’s thinness might lead one to think her a frail old lady, but Alex had to smile as she led the way down the brightly lit cinder-block corridor to the next cell. Anyone fooled by her small size would have that illusion immediately dispelled by the crisp command in a voice that brooked no disobedience.

A month before his thirtieth birthday, Alex Davidson had become full owner of his family business when his father died of a heart attack while in Miss Annabel’s arms. It was a wonderful way to go and he hoped someday he might find a slave of his own who would be as dedicated as the woman beside him was to his father.

He paused before the next cell, the thick door muffling but not silencing the strident voice coming from within.

“Get me the fuck out of here. You can’t keep me chained like this. I demand to see a lawyer. Who the fuck do you all think you are?”

Alex only raised an eyebrow at Annabel who shrugged. “A new acquisition. Just came in this morning.”

Alex nodded, opening the panel to a string of vituperation. “Fuck you! Open that fucking door and let me the fuck out of here. This isn’t what I signed the fuck up for.”

“Does she know any other adjective?” Alex’s voice was deliberately calm and impersonal.

“Not that we’ve heard, sir.”

Alex chuckled at Annabel’s tone. Still, he had to ask. “And her paperwork is all in order?”

Annabel’s dry look was all the confirmation he needed. His father had always been adamant. No slave who wasn’t here willingly. Each woman had to not only sign a contract, but also sign in front of witnesses of her own choosing.

“Fuck!”

The scream from inside the chamber made Alex chuckle again. Getting past the second thoughts was always the loudest part of the training.

“No food or water until she learns how to say ‘please’.”

“Fuck you!”

Alex shut the panel with finality. He’d enjoy watching this one fall. Always far more fun to break the ones with spirit than the crybabies who were scared of their own shadows.

His father always kept three slaves in various states of training, feeling that to have too many spread the attention too thin. Alex had been running the business for a year and thought they could handle as many as five, but kept to his father’s model for now. So far, it had worked well. But times were changing and the demand had grown. He had some new ideas of his own he wanted to try and in fact, had already put some into practice with Annabel’s assistance. But there was one more cell, and one more slave-to-be to see.

“Show me the last one.”

With a smile that would have chilled a lesser man, but which said to Alex that Annabel liked the way this next one was coming, the woman walked to the end of the corridor, pausing beside the third cell. Again Alex slid open a panel to peer inside.

The slender woman inside turned at the slight sound, dropping to her knees and facing the door. He’d caught her in the act of doing a series of stretches slaves were expected to do to keep themselves limber. But now she knelt on her heels, her knees spread wide, her hands behind her head and her breasts pushed forward in offering, her eyes down in submission. There hadn’t been a moment’s hesitation in her move.

“This one will fetch a good price,” Annabel told him, and Alex saw a blush of pride come up in the woman’s cheeks.

“Excellent. You have done a marvelous job, Annabel.”

The older woman pursed her lips and only Alex understood the look for a smile.

“Thank you, sir.” She indicated the woman inside. “You have been away and have not had the opportunity to sample this one’s talents. Shall I send her to you?”

“Has she been tested?”

“Yes.”

“I take it she passed?”

“She begged at the door for entrance.”

He smiled. “Then send her to the office. I want her services worked into tomorrow’s schedule.”

Annabel nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Alex shut the panel and followed the older woman along the corridor, parting with her at the elevator to the office building above them.

“We are glad to have you back, sir.”

He paused in the elevator. “Thank you, Annabel. I am very glad to be back.”

WARNING: This novel contains scenes of hypnotism and suggestion in addition to scenes of BDSM, including whipping, flogging and bondage.

NOTE: Although this novel is set in the same world as the Jack Kariola series, Jack is only referred to. He does not make an appearance in this book.

Enjoy the darker side...
Mystic

Yours to Command now at A1Adultebooks

This short, 6000-word story has previously only been available at Amazon, Smashwords and Barnes & Noble. I'm pleased to announce, however, it is also now available through A1Adultebooks (formerly BDSMBooks)! This is the same site that sells my other works, so I'm pleased they've picked up this short story to add to their collection.

Yours to Command isn't for the naive, the pure of heart, the innocent. It's a story for the darker side of life. For those of us who enjoy a little pain with our sex. For those of us who like our tales down and dirty, filled with lust and passion and heat.

Choose your poison...erm...your website, and download your copy now.

Mystic

Fully Owned now available

The third in the Jack Kariola series, FULLY OWNED, is now available at A1AdultEbooks. This installment follows Jack and Len as they decide what to do with Cloudhealer, the slave who helped them out in TRAITOR SLAVE. 


Here's the blurb for FULLY OWNED:


Kariola Enterprises is an established slave-training operation, well-known for bringing excellently trained sex slaves to the twice-a-year slave auctions. Jake Kariola has a penchant for helping boyfriends and husbands get rid of the women in their lives, turning these kidnapped women into eager, obedient slaves willing to do anything for their masters. Only now, Jake and his assistant have a new problem on their hand when a rival slave trader decides he wants in on their operation.


For the next two weeks, this title will be sold at an introductory price, so get it while it's on sale. And don't forget to pick up your copy of the other two stories in this series: Over My Enslaved Body and Yours to Command.


~Mystic

Traitor Slave now available

 TRAITOR SLAVE is republished and available!


You want an excerpt? Of course! From the Prologue:

The woman knelt before him on the soft pillow, her head bowed in total submission. Three months in training and she’d shown herself to be one of the quickest and most graceful he’d ever had the privilege to teach. Her short hair, growing out from its initial shaving, curled around her head in tight curls to frame a pixie-like face. A face now bent towards the floor, her arms resting behind her back, her knees spread wide to show her master her offerings. Yes, indeed. This one would bring a high price at auction tomorrow.

Her trainer smiled and stood. “Good, little one. You are ready.” He took a step towards the door, pausing beside her one second too long. A fast movement and pain shot through his arm as her teeth sank in, breaking the skin. He hollered in surprise and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

But she didn’t let go. Her teeth sank deeper, blood spattering her face as she attempted to wrest a large chunk of skin from his arm. She gnawed like a dog, shaking her head, intending to damage him.

So docile, so obedient she’d been after the first week; he wasn’t prepared for her attack. With an oath he pushed her to the floor, wrestling to get his free hand around her throat. Instinctively he understood that trying to pry open her teeth would only get his fingers bitten off. He went for her throat instead, wrapping his hand around her slender neck. Squeezing tight, he noted the panic in her eyes as her air was cut off. She could neither get rid of what air she’d sucked into her lungs nor pull in fresh. After several long seconds, her jaw relaxed as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Prying her teeth out of his arm, he let her fall onto the pillow, staggering up and jabbing at the intercom. The blood flowed in spurts, which meant she’d gotten an artery.

“Traitor,” he managed to croak into the intercom before he slid down along the wall, the world going dark.

This tale of trust and betrayal is the second in the Jack Kariola series that begins with OVER MY ENSLAVED BODY (which is #8 on the Bestselling list at A1Adult Ebooks!).


So give in to your darker desires...and get your copies today.


Mystic

OVER MY ENSLAVED BODY

That's right...the first novel in the Jack Kariola Enterprises series is re-issued and now available!

OVER MY ENSLAVED BODY is the tale of a woman who is sold into slavery by her best friend. Carol Walden first fights Jake and his team, but as the men slowly break her will, she becomes a sex slave who enjoys being the slut they convert her to.

WARNING: contains scenes of rape, humiliation and graphic sex. As if you couldn't tell by that wonderful cover in the sidebar :)

YOURS TO COMMAND now in all formats

Dru needs to submit and Malachi needs to push her boundaries. But how far is too far? Walking that tightrope stirs their passions, passions that threaten to ignite.

YOURS TO COMMAND is a short story that deals with themes of extreme BDSM and is intended for mature readers only.

Now available on the Kindle, the Nook and all other ebook formats.

I've had some inquiries about my novels. Currently, they are out of "print" -- but rest assured, they'll also be available soon.