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New Release: Spyder’s Triumph – Korin I. Dushayl

Spyder's Triumph - Korin I. Dushayl

QSFer Korin I. Dushayl has a new queer erotic space opera out (bi, gay, lesbian, non-binary, poly), The Lady & the Spyder book 5: Spyder’s Triumph.

Denial and Decadence.

The Predicantor’s hatred for the Lady Cassandra intensifies with every setback his Righteous Order of Piety Purists suffer at the hands of her champions. The price on her head grows and his disregard for collateral damage increases.

After a bloody Pietist attempt to overthrow the Abhinav Delhi civic government, the Lady’s slaves employ sabotage, industrial espionage, computer hacking, and other questionable techniques to stop the takeover of the planet Aargine.

Lady Cassandra and Spyder must risk their own lives and those of her other slaves and followers to stop Piety Purists from eradicating two cities and millions of their residents..

A BDSM erotica space opera, Spyder’s Triumph pairs dramatic adventures on worlds light years away in a far-distant future with the age-old battle between purity and pleasure—and those who use one as a weapon against the other.

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The Lady Cassandra strode through the atrium in the Abhinav Delhi capitol building followed by three of her slaves. Wearing shiny black, skin-tight polymer that showed off their muscular forms, they ranged in height from 180 centimeters to almost two meters. All weighed more than ninety-five kilograms with nary a gram of flab between them. Holstered autoguns rode on their hips and longguns slung from straps on their backs showed above each shoulder.

A surakshaa in a wrinkled blue uniform ran after them. “Aurat, you can’t walk in here carrying weapons.”

Cassandra turned and stared at the woman. Her black hair stuck out in every direction, half her shirt was untucked from her trousers, and smudges of grease marked the light brown skin of her face. Cassandra resisted the urge to laugh at the woman’s concern about the weapons her slaves carried since they were just as deadly without any. The tallest, Captain Varyl Malonds, gunslinger and smuggler, she had named Spyder in recognition of his ability to weave webs of intrigue; sadomasochistic killer Bunk, his real name a secret he would take to his grave, enjoyed killing humans; and Tadesse Maina, named Worm for the way he had charmed his way into her heart, had abandoned his position as one of her client’s bodyguards to dedicate his life to protecting and serving her.

“Yes, yes we can.” Cassandra put her gloved hands on her wide hips, emphasized by the bright blue polymer corset, jacket, and pants that fit like a second skin. The surakshaa, who had no hips or breasts to speak of, scanned Cassandra’s rounded belly and full breasts, the bullwhip and scabbarded knives attached to her belt, the ankle holster holding a cylindergun snug against her matching boots.

“I’m sorry, Aurat, if you would all be so good as to leave your weapons at the front desk, I—”

Raising one eyebrow above the other, Cassandra turned on her heel and called over her shoulder. “You can explain to Prefect Rith Frazel why I was unable to meet with him, despite rushing here from Abhinav Lanka at his request.”

Her boot heels clicking on the slate tiles of the floor, Cassandra made it to the entrance before the surakshaa scurried over to intercept her. “If the Aurat, would be so kind as to share her name and wait while I contact the Prefect?”

Spyder stepped between Cassandra and the surakshaa. “You may tell him that you sent the Lady Cassandra away and that he can come visit her at the spaceport.”

The woman’s skin turned two shades lighter. “The Prefect has been terribly busy lately. I don’t believe he’ll have time to go out to the ’port. Just give me one minute, ijaazat.” She scurried over to a reception desk, whispered to the woman sitting behind it, then dashed back. “Please except my heartfelt apologies, Lady Cassandra.” She bowed in Cassandra’s direction. “I was not informed that you are expected. If I may show you to the Prefect’s office?”

“I know the way.” Cassandra turned and marched back through the atrium to the lifts that had been her original destination.

Author Bio

As a FemDom, I.G. Frederick knows first hand the beauty of symbiotic D/s relationships filled with love. As an observer she sees the many ways BDSM turns ugly. She writes about abusive and tragic interactions as Korin I. Dushayl.

I.G. Frederick trades words for cash, specializing in erotic and transgressive fiction and poetry since 2001. Her erotic short stories appeared in Hustler Fantasies, Forum, Foreplay, and Desire Presents, as well as electronic, audio, and print anthologies. Her novels receive high praise from readers, critics, and other authors.

Ms. Frederick owns the man she adores who, although dominant in the rest of his life, demonstrates his love by serving as her submissive.

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