A Trip to the Reaches
By
Nova Chalmers
Smashwords edition. Copyright 2011
A Kitten Knights Interactive Erotic Adventure
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How to read this book…
You have in your possession, an interactive erotic adventure. This book is not like other books, for you are an active participant in the unfolding events.
To truly enjoy this story, please do not read the pages in sequential order. Instead, make choices after each segment, follow the links to the next adventure and you will find the power is in your hands.
The story is short, but can be replayed again and again with differing outcomes.
Welcome to the world of interactive erotica.
Begin
Welcome to the Kovathi Reaches. Surely a wealthy and respected galactic traveler such as you has been to the markets before. Still, it is my honored duty to direct you.
The planet you now stand on, Suvani, has provided this sector with goods and pleasures, shall we say, beyond the range of prying eyes, for many generations. Here you will find your heart's desire, for the markets in the Reaches are rivaled by none anywhere in the galaxy.
You nod your head. I understand. You are aware of the delights that await you, even anxious, perhaps. But I must warn you from the start that Suvani is no place to become lax or unwary.
No, no. Of course, the market is safe. The goods are plenty and flowing, and the services...I see it is the services that pique your interest. Well, trust that you will not be disappointed.
Just keep your eyes open for danger as well as pleasure, and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams. A grand journey awaits you.
It is time for you to begin. At this time of day, you should have no trouble finding a hover cab.
Hover Cab
Suvani's double suns burn purple through the dense atmosphere. All around you the streets hum with vehicles, with shoppers and thieves alike. Most of the visitors, like you, have come for the market. They have come for the pleasures of Suvani and the slaves and treasures to be had here.
You flag down a cab and slip the tentacled driver your identification. He returns it after charging you an exorbitant fare. The interior of his vehicle, however, is comfortable enough, and as soon as you are settled, he speeds directly toward the main market square and paradise.
A few blocks before your goal, however, the cab turns abruptly between two buildings. The vehicle bobs to a stop at the end of a darkened alley, and the driver turns and eyes you through a pair of bulbous green eyes.
"You seem to have more than your share of wealth," he says. "What shall we do about evening the playing field?"
The way you see it, you have three options. Pay the man his bribe. Struggle for your freedom, or offer up your sexual prowess in exchange for his cooperation.
Pay
You quickly hand over your identification once more. "I'm sure there is enough for us both," you insist.
The cabbie takes the card, but the look on his face leaves you cold. His rubber lips twist into a nasty smile and you hear movement outside the vehicle.
"Unfortunately, your ride is over," he says.
The doors slide open and a swarm of green tentacles reach for you, wrapping around your waist and dragging you toward the opening. You struggle and twist against their grip, but only manage to smack your head against the metal.
You hear the cabbie's laughter before slipping into darkness.
Struggle
You dive for the door, but the cabbie is quick. He also has a swarm of tentacles on his side. They snake around your legs and stop you just short of escape.
You kick, and the alien pulls harder. He drags you toward the front seat, laughing through his rubber lips and squinting his green eyes at you.
You relax in his grip, and he pulls you close enough. You strike quickly, landing a punch right between his eyes, and he slumps forward. His tentacles release you. Either you've knocked him unconscious, or you've killed him outright.
You're not sure you care, but you do wish you'd taken the time to study up on piloting hover vehicles. As it is, you're on foot from here.
You trigger the door and peer into the alley. Though it's dark, you can hear the hum of vehicles and chatter from the nearby street. You can head directly to the main road, or take a minute to poke around and see what the alley holds.
Offer
You weren't born yesterday, nor do you care to part with any more of your hard-earned cash. This cabbie is Malorian, and not to be trusted.
You smile seductively and run your tongue across your lips. "I think we can arrange something more pleasant, don't you?"
The cabbie's color shifts from green to aqua. His eyes bulge. "What did you have in mind?"
"What's your pleasure?" You ask. Malorians are well known for their insatiable sex drives. You run your hands up your body and nod suggestively.
The driver twists and changes position. A few tentacles slide over the front seat to wave at you. The alien ducks down and his head is replaced but a huge, throbbing protrusion. The Malorian's sex organ pulses between you, dripping sticky fluid and hungry for attention.
You can attempt to satisfy him, or change your mind and decide to Struggle.
Darkness
You wake up slowly. Your head hurts, and someone has bound your wrists together with a pair of magnetic cuffs.
A rough voice growls above you, "Get up and get moving."
Before you can obey, hard hands grab your shoulders and you are pulled to your feet.
You struggle to see, but the man guides you through a dim passage. It reeks of body odor and mold. From the sound of it, yours are not the only feet shuffling along in the dark.
The cuffs are well made, and your attempts to twist out of them prove futile. Instead, you march on, bound and hopelessly lost. You are steered to the left, and a square of light looms ahead. Sounds reach you, many voices chattering and the steady drone of vehicles.
Your cheerless guide pushes you through, and you blink and stumble onto a wooden stage. The shouts swell to deafening proportions. Guards stand at either end of the platform, bearing huge pole weapons and fierce scowls. You drop your eyes away and notice your own clothing.
Someone has changed your finery for the filmy gauze of a pleasure slave. You scan the crowd. A sea of faces leers back at you. Beyond them, the banners and booths of the main market billow in a purple haze.
You are shoved forward, and stumble a few steps to the howl of laughter and catcalls. Behind you, the line of similarly lost souls files out to the auction block, and you understand at last.
You have come at last to the Market on Suvani, but instead of a buyer, you are here as goods.
Your story has ended here. If you wish a different fate, return to Start and try a different path, but remember to keep an eye out for book two: Slave on Suvani
Main Road
You step from the alley and blink against the sudden brightness. The hover cars speed past this close to the market, and you fear it might be difficult to flag an empty one.
Pedestrians of every species flood the sidewalks, all moving toward the square where Suvani's pleasures wait. You consider walking. After all, the cab hadn't exactly turned out in your favor.
Before you can make up your mind, a voice whispers from your right. You turn to see an angel leaning against the nearby building. Surely such a lovely creature only exists in your imagination.
"Hello there," a sexy voice sings. "You look lost, and I'm waiting to be found."
Temptation shivers through you. Sure, you could continue walking, but you could just as easily take a detour and a little time to see what pleasures this lovely vision has to offer.
Poke Around
As tempting as the safety of the street might be, you've been around long enough to know that some of the greatest pleasures can be found only through a little risk.
The alley seems to be a favorite spot for rolling the unwary. As you explore the shadows, you find more than one empty wallet, a few cast-off items of clothing and a collection of beverage containers.
To your delight, you also find a small velvet sack tucked under a pile of bricks in one corner. You lift the soft material and feel the weight of something more than garbage inside.
Prying open the ties, you pull aside the fabric and roll a perfectly good pleasure globe into one palm. As soon as the surface touches your bare skin, your body trembles with arousal. Tingles spread from the ball through your nervous system and light your genitalia with delicious fireworks.
You pant and wiggled through the first orgasm, then force yourself to drop the ball back into its bag. The effect goes with it, but you are satisfied. This is the real thing, a true treasure.
Pleasure balls are few and far between, and you have always wanted to own one. You tuck the velvet parcel inside your pocket, and chuckle all the way to the main road.
Satisfy Him
You take a deep breath and decide to go for it. You've seen pictures, after all.
The tentacles squirm over the seat, and you reach for the pulsing organ, stroking its surprisingly soft surface. The cabbie moans from somewhere in the front of the car.
You bring your second hand into play, fingers probing and tickling the alien until you can hear nothing but a steady gargle from the front seat. The organ stiffens and trembles under your touch, but still you work at it as if your life depended on the creature’s pleasure.
At last the flesh shudders and opens. A tiny hole gapes and drizzles pink fluid in a small trickle down the seat. The alien squeals, and for a moment all you can see is waving tentacles.
Silence settles over the car. You wipe your hands on the upholstery and wait. At last the driver slips back upright. It blinks and groans once before speaking.
"You truly are meant for Suvani, my friend. I shall get you back on track immediately."
Back On Track
The cab stops in front of the market entrance. The driver lets you out, and you thank him before he pulls away, leaving you to ponder the scene ahead.
There are waving banners to either side of the market entrance, and a steady stream of bodies flowing through the gates. You smell incense and perfume and a swirl of spice and delicacies from the farthest reaches.
Your feet obey the instinct to seek out such delights, and you join the traffic and are swept into the market square. Inside, the press swirls and divides as the shoppers select from the rows of booths and tented stalls.
Here is the place you seek, and all the wonders of Suvani stretch before you. You have only to choose a direction and discover what awaits.
To your left, the scent of ambrosia calls. To your right, you hear a sweet flute piping, and directly ahead, you see the gleam of crimson silk and a tent that shines in the Suvani suns.
Walking
You decide to resist. Surely if a street urchin on Suvani is that delightful, then the pleasures of the market will be all the more wonderful.
You don't wish to delay any longer, and step along with the flow of traffic heading toward the square.
Not a block into your trek, you spot a hover cab unloading passengers beside the road. Luck is with you, and you dart between the other pedestrians and manage to reach the driver first.
He looks okay to you, and walking is for the birds. You hand him your ID and crawl into the car, thankful at least, that he doesn't have any tentacles.
So long as your luck holds, you should be back on track.
Pleasures
"Come closer, love." The angel whispers, and you follow. The street noises fade as you slip together into the building. You watch the lovely ass move, and go where it leads you, full of anticipation.
Unfortunately, you're distracted enough to miss the thugs in the wings--at least until it's too late.
You get off one good squeal before everything slips into darkness.
Ambrosia
You follow your nose, and are not disappointed. The aisle you take is lined with spices and the wafting of rare incense, but it also boasts the tents of slave traders, of escorts and the higher paid courtesans.
One of the latter catches your eye. You smile and sidle closer to the awning where the angel lounges in a swath of shade. Your skin prickles and you feel the first pulse of longing as this delightful creature smiles back.
"You've come a long way," the sexy voice reaches you, though the tone is soft and alluring. "Isn't it time for a little reward?"
You couldn't agree more. Though you're sure the price of this much quality is high, the opportunity for sex with the courtesan is too thrilling to ignore.
But there was also that sweet music. The memory of the flute haunts you as well. And you still don’t know what lies inside the red tent.
With so many options, how could anyone decide on just one?
Flute
You follow the music through the stalls, the notes singing to some unknown desire. It guides your steps to a tiny, mud brown tent.
The pavilions around it gleam, but here, at the entrance to the shabbiest of the lot, you find the source of the sound. A girl sits cross-legged beside the flap. Her lips puff at a slim instrument, and her music drifts on the market wind.
She smiles and nods without pausing. The tent flap lifts, and an old woman squints out at you. You wait, dizzy with anticipation and a sense that here is your heart's desire.
Inside this plain tent, you are certain, you will find all that you seek. The old woman grunts and waves you forward. You obey, and slide into the dim interior.
"You seek a soul of pure pleasure," the woman speaks. She doesn't look in your direction, but one bony hand points you toward the rear of the tent. "I will give you a special price," she says. "You will not be sorry."
A pile of pillows heaps in the far corner and on this a creature lounges that makes your body instantly come alive. You meet the searing glance with one of anxious desire. This, this slave to physical arousal, is the treasure that you seek. You have no doubt about that fact.
Before you can step to claim what you desire, the old woman throws out her hand and chuckles.
"This you want," she says. "But true joy does not come cheaply. I will name a price and you will pay it, yes?"
You shift your gaze between them. The slave you know you must possess and the hag who would rob you blind to have it. You could pay whatever price she wanted, yes. But you could also attempt to negotiate something more fair.
Tent
The crimson tent billows seductively. You hurry to the entrance and duck inside. The scent of ale reaches you, and it has been a long journey.
A scattering of tables dot the wide floor and several market goers have assembled here to rest and drink between their shopping. They seem a friendly lot, and you no doubt would be welcome to share a drink or two. The tent is cool and inviting.
The serving slaves are attractive and no doubt willing. You could certainly afford their services.
It’s a tough decision. A group of patrons looks in your direction, and one man waves you over, raising a mug in the air. You are parched, and horny, but you can also still hear the soft fluting in the distance.
Well, the market is full of delights. Surely, you'll have time to drink, time for sex, and still be able to find the source of that flute as well.
Price
The old woman wants a fortune, but you pay it willingly. She smiles and assures you that you've taken the correct path.
The flute outside trills as she leaves you alone with the lovely creature you have purchased.
Instead of silent obedience, however, your slave addresses you directly.
"I have waited all my life for you to grace these shadows. You have come here, traveled through space and hardship, for only one reason, to be joined with me. You know this in your very soul as truly as you knew that I was yours the second you laid eyes on me."
The flute sings louder, and you can only nod.
"I am your slave, but I am no slave. We are always for each other, and all the joy and pleasure of the universe is ours to share between us."
The slave rises and you feel the sensations spark between you. You know they speak the truth. All that you sought you have found here, in the shabby scrap of a tent to the song of a lone flute.
As they take your hand, your body sings along, filled with lust that defies all definition. You know without a doubt that you will leave together, that you have found your truest mate, and that you will never once regret your trip to the Kovathi Reaches.
Your story has reached its end. If you wish to try a different path, return to Start. If you enjoyed this adventure, keep an eye out for the sequel, Slave in Suvani.
Negotiate
The woman's price is ridiculous. No matter how much you long to touch the sweet flesh of your desired, you won’t be taken advantage of.
You offer her a reasonable amount, and she scowls and stamps her feet against the dusty floor cloth.
"You are a fool," she hisses. "I offer you a universe of joy and pleasure, and you quibble over its worth."
She steps closer, and you hear the fluting outside change in tempo. It builds and the old woman's lips move in time to the notes. She chants, louder and louder while the girl plays a new rhythm.
You sense the power in her now, when it’s too late. She waves her hands between you and the tent fills with fog. The flute sings on, louder and louder as you fall away into darkness.
Drink
The ale is good, but the company is boorish. You have little stomach for insipid conversation.
Thankfully, the staff keeps the ale coming. You quaff and smile and quaff some more, until the tent tips sharply to one side.
As you fall, you think perhaps, you made the wrong choice. Still, at least you won’t have to listen anymore once the darkness takes you blissfully away.
Sex
You've waited far too long to resist the temptation of willing flesh. Your partner leads you to a private tent, and immediately begins to remove your clothing.
Their hands stroke your skin, drawing shivers of arousal from your entire body. Their mouth tastes you, and their tongue flickers over your hips, down to discover and explore your sex.
So good, you've earned a little selfish delight.
They continue to work you with their tongue, and you feel the waves of pleasure building.
Soft hands join in, and you cannot hold back any longer. You rock your hips and wiggle into the delicious ministrations. Your orgasm swells and breaks, sending you into spasms of release.
Your partner is unperturbed. They run hands up and down your thighs and then give you a look that asks a simple question. You've seen it enough times before.
Do you take the time to return the favor, or pay what you owe and move along?
Favor
You decide to be generous. Your partner treated you well, even if it was for pay, and they've left you in a delicious mood.
You pleasure them for all you're worth, and leave them panting for more. But you must leave, and once the transaction is handled, you move toward the tent's door.
"Wait," they call after you. "You didn’t have to do that, but I am thrilled that you did. In exchange, I'll give you a little advice. What you seek most does not lie on the auction block, or in any elaborate pavilion. If you want your heart's desire, you must follow the flute."
You know instantly that they speak the truth. Your footsteps lighten as you leave the tent, and listen for the music that will guide you.
Move Along
Your partner is disappointed, but takes your payment without argument.
You dress while the transaction is processed, and then thank them politely and leave the tent.
As you duck through the opening, something heavy lands against the back of your neck. You stagger to the side and slip quickly into darkness.
About the Author
Nova Chalmers never intended to write erotica. In fact, she did her best to avoid it. Her galactic travels, however, introduced her to too many promising predicaments, steamy scenarios, luscious liaisons and alluring aliens, for her to continue resisting temptation.
Now that she's been converted, (and occasionally contorted) she's armed with a bevy of torrid affairs behind her and an arsenal of sexy stories to share. Pay it forward, she says. Not that she pays for it, mind you.
Then again, she always says she'll try anything once...at least twice if she likes it.
She can be contacted at: mailto:novachalmers@kittenknights.comand on the Kitten Knights website.