Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Review & Excerpt: The Captain’s Pet by Samantha Cayto

The Captain’s Pet
Expected publication: June 2nd 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing
When a distant planet’s ownership is in dispute, conquering aliens turn defiant human males into pampered sex slaves.In a not-too-distant future, a lopsided war has led to aliens invading and occupying an Earth settlement. Wid is a young colonist who has been caught harassing the aliens. He and his friends are rounded up and sent to an alien warship patrolling the disputed space. His fate is to serve as a sex slave for the ship’s imposing captain. Wid, at first, fights against his enslavement, but soon learns that not only does he stand no chance against the much larger and stronger captain, he isn’t sure he even wants to.Like all Travian males, Kell is bound by duty to defend his people. Having risen to the rank of captain, he nevertheless chafes against the boring and endless patrol of the space invaded by the humans. His misses his family and constantly guards against his scheming first officer. He sees his reward of a human sex slave as more of a nuisance. Yet the pretty, fair-haired human’s exotic allure is hard to resist. He finds far more pleasure in the use of his pet than he would like.Kept naked and leashed, Wid’s days are filled with boredom, while his nights wrapped in Kell’s arms turn from fear into pleasure. Even as the humans plot their escape, Wid and Kell form a bond and their growing affection cannot be ignored. When tensions boil over among the aliens, Wid and his friends may be Kell and his crew’s only chance for survival.Reader Advisory: This book contains sex scenes of both non-consensual and dubious consent, as well as scenes of violence, abuse and torture.

Reviewed by: Ray
My Rating: 3 of 5 Stars

This is a Sci-Fi novel involving an Earth colony taken over by an alien race, known as the Travians.  Some of the local young men commit a bit of vandalism on the alien’s quarters, are captured, and taken to the alien battleship, where they are used as sex slaves.  By a totally improbable breach of reality, the Tavians are basically human, and even have the same anatomical characteristics as humans do.  They could pass for human, if they weren’t seven feet or more tall.

This story is mostly a long erotic romp of rape, sometimes with pleasured mixed in.  There’s really nothing more to be said, other than that the principal captive, Wid, begins to have feelings for the ship’s captain, whose personal pet he is; and he eventually learns that the feelings are reciprocated to one degree or another.

The front matter of the book gives credit to two editors who I need to ask what standard reference they use. Is it Merriam-Webster? If they were, they’d have known that redheaded is one word rather than two words.  Or were they using Oxford Dictionary, where I found red headed to be, in fact, two words. However, the use of the word 'clothes' rather than 'cloths,' which is plural for a bunch of cloths used for drying made me wonder.

Then there’s the matter of the bad dialogue tags.  The characters in this book don’t ‘say’ things when they talk to each other.  Oh, no, they spat out; vowed; wailed; conceded; snorted; exclaimed; cried out; panted out; scoffed; (the list is endless) at each other for 120 pages.  Using non-standard, and oftentimes invalid dialogue tags is the hallmark of a lazy author, one who has little or no respect for either their readers, or their craft.

The only thing that keeps the reader willing so continue slogging through the terribly written dialogue is the hope that more and better sex might be on the next page.  But even that gets tiresome after a while.  When the sex is so repetitive that it ceases to cause an appropriate physiological response in the male reader, it’s time to quit.

Four points for a halfway-decently erotic story; two points for bad writing and editing; average score therefore is three.  So three very reluctant stars for this book.


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Wid Bryant wrapped his arms around his waist in a futile attempt at warmth. The hangar he stood in was even colder than the transport ship, and without the limits of the confined space, no body heat from others stopped him from shivering. Of course it wasn’t the cold alone that made him tremble. Fright contributed to his state. He had been scared for the last forty-eight hours or so, since he and his cohorts had been detained by the Travian security force.
What had he been thinking joining Joel and the others in vandalizing the administrative building of the occupying force? Nothing, except a deep-seated hatred for the aliens who had invaded their colony. His parents had warned him to keep his head down and hope that hostilities between the two races would be settled diplomatically. Seriously? As if there were a prayer of that happening. How did you negotiate with beings who had the superior power to wipe you off the face of any planet and with the certainty they were in the right? The battle between Earth and the Travians for the colony had ended before it began. Conquerors had no incentive to bargain. Harassing them seemed like the best way to go. Irritate them enough and maybe they’d figure the small planet wasn’t worth the effort.
Or, they could simply round people up and exterminate them. That’s what he had assumed would be his punishment when he’d been caught. Now he wasn’t so sure. He couldn’t understand why they’d bothered to ship him and eleven other guys up to a battlecruiser. Yet, here they were, standing around, freezing and waiting to learn their fate.
“Do you think they’re going to kill us?”
Wid glanced at the trembling red-headed kid next to him—Stuart. He’d been shoved into the transport next to Wid, after being detained for throwing rotten fruit at a Travian convoy—a prank as stupid as the one Wid had tried to pull. The poor guy was only eighteen and more scared than Wid, if that were possible. In fact, all of the other boys that had been brought were no older than Wid’s twenty years or so, and most couldn’t hide their fear. Thank God there were no girls. Surprisingly the Travians had let the one girl who’d been with them, Joel’s girlfriend, go immediately. His mother had scoffed over the Travians being patriarchal, but right now it seemed like a good thing.
“No,” Wid finally answered. “What would be the point? I mean, if they wanted us dead, why bring us all the way up here?”
He mostly believed what he’d said. It didn’t make sense that they’d be dragged so far when it was easy to blow a laser hole in their foreheads back on the planet. Still, something bad loomed. How could it not? As if in answer to his worst fears, the hangar suddenly filled with a dozen Travians. These males were even more imposing than the security detail that guarded the boys. Each one stood particularly tall, close to seven feet, clad head to toe in red leather. Their shiny black hair fell to their shoulders or below, braided in places to keep it off their harsh faces. He couldn’t lie and say that the Travians were an ugly race, but they were unsettling with their pale skin and completely black eyes.
As the aliens filed in and lined up opposite the boys, Stuart let out a little whimper. Wid spared him a glance.
“Don’t let them think you’re scared,” he advised in a low tone.
“Seriously?” Stuart murmured back. “I am scared.”
Wid suppressed a shudder. “I know, just try not to show it. It’s all we have left.”
One of the guards barked out the order in the guttural language of the Travians. God, he hated being able to understand what they said. Once the occupation had been completed, the aliens had forced every human over the age of five to be implanted with a translation device. The foreign words rattled around his head until they made sense to him. The one word was easy to translate. Longer sentences spoken quickly were harder to get. Not that the Travians were patient when a human struggled to understand.
He shut his mouth, however, his bravado long gone.
The tallest of the males stood a foot in front of the others, staring down the line of human boys. When he got to Wid at the end, his gaze lingered. Wid tried not to squirm under the scrutiny. He felt invaded in the more personal sense of the word by the piercing look. After a few seconds, the male glanced away and gestured to another of them. The tall one said something short and quick that Wid didn’t catch. When the other male stepped forward, he headed straight for Wid. Before Wid could even think of recoiling, the taller alien barked out one word.
The steps of the second male faltered. His expression turned sour for a second before he changed course a fraction to go to Stuart. His hand shot out and he grabbed Stuart by one arm. The male’s eyes took on a feral look as he yanked the boy to his body. Stuart cried out and tried to pull away. The male bared his teeth in what could—in an alternate and ugly reality—be called a grin. Then he turned and dragged a struggling and begging Stuart away.
Silence reigned once they’d cleared the hangar. Wid and the other boys were frozen as they digested what had happened to Stuart and what was going to happen to them. The aliens were quiet too, although that seemed to be more about discipline, waiting for a command. The tallest, who was obviously in charge, gestured to another of them. Once again the boys were perused, and Wid recognized the behavior for what it was—they were shopping, picking out which boy they wanted. He didn’t dare think in terms of what they wanted the boys for.

About The Author

Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.
She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and four dogs. Her children don't understand why they can't read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to choreograph a scene.

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