{"id":291,"date":"2014-12-17T17:47:37","date_gmt":"2014-12-17T22:47:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=291"},"modified":"2014-12-17T17:47:37","modified_gmt":"2014-12-17T22:47:37","slug":"the-innocents-progress-by-peter-tupper","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=291","title":{"rendered":"Innocent&#8217;s Progress, The by Peter Tupper"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/circlet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/innocents-progress-cover-FW.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/circlet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/innocents-progress-new-cover-iconsize.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a>ebook $6.99<br \/>\nISBN<b>:<\/b> 9781885865984<br \/>\n62,610 words<\/p>\n<p>[wp_eStore_add_to_cart id=37]<\/p>\n<p>The ebook edition is also available at: <a href=\"https:\/\/store.kobobooks.com\/en-us\/ebook\/the-innocent-s-progress\">Amazon<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/innocents-progress-and-other-stories-peter-tupper\/1100742499?ean=2940043341082\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Barnes &amp; Noble<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.smashwords.com\/books\/view\/24314\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Smashwords<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/store.kobobooks.com\/en-us\/ebook\/the-innocent-s-progress\">Kobo <\/a>&amp; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.allromanceebooks.com\/product-theinnocent039sprogressandotherstories-454444-354.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">AllRomanceEbooks<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>In an unnamed place, in a time that never was, sex is elevated as high as ritual, and can be had for the price of a theater ticket. In The Innocent\u2019s Progress and Other Stories, Peter Tupper explores the many facets of a complicated, sensual, and, in many ways, rigidly conservative society. Here, we are given passes to a theater of fantasies; we are allowed into the labyrinthine world of steam-powered workhouses; and we are given glimpses into the minds and mettle of the kind of people who survive in such a world.<\/p>\n<p>About the author: Peter Tupper\u2019s first professional fiction sale was to Circlet Press\u2019s S\/M Futures anthology back in the mid-1990s. In addition to working as a journalist, he blogs about the history of BDSM at www.historyofbdsm.com, and co-founded Metro Vancouver Kink, a non-profit community organization.<\/p>\n<p>Includes the stories:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>The Innocent\u2019s Progress (originally published in Like A Wisp of Steam)<\/li>\n<li>The Pretty Horsebreaker (originally published in Like A Corset Undone)<\/li>\n<li>Delicate Work<\/li>\n<li>The Slave<\/li>\n<li>The Impurity<\/li>\n<li>The Spirit of the Future<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>Enjoy a hot excerpt:<span id=\"more-1582\"><\/span><\/p>\n<p><!--more-->From the story \u201cThe Impurity\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Each transformation was a little different. This time, he didn\u2019t vomit and the twitching didn\u2019t blossom into spasms. When the shaking stopped and his transformation was complete, leaving his body stable for the moment, he took stock of himself. His flesh was hotter, denser; even his skin was tighter. He sniffed, opened his mouth and tasted the air, savoring the myriad flavors and aromas. Without looking, he could distinguish the many different chemicals in the laboratory. He opened his eyes, and the colors were more intense. Hot things glowed.<\/p>\n<p>Edward Hyde got to his feet, straightened his clothes, now loose and rumpled, and sat on the stool at the laboratory table.<\/p>\n<p>A figure stood in the corner of the laboratory, a column of black rubber with a wasp waist and brass buttons, capped by a rubber hood with an air filter that looked like a shortened elephant\u2019s trunk. A pair of hazel eyes was just visible through the circular glass lenses. It clasped its two hands in heavy black rubber gauntlets.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTake that off,\u201d he ordered.<\/p>\n<p>The black hands rose and undid the laces at the back of the hood, then pulled. There was a suction-like sound as the rubber slid over the woman\u2019s head, eventually revealing Mary\u2019s face, flushed and glistening with a mixture of perspiration and corn starch. She breathed as deeply as her corset and collar allowed and scratched her matted fair hair. The hood went on the hat rack next to the others.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou know what to do,\u201d he told her.<\/p>\n<p>The rubber habit squeaking with every movement, the maid trotted forward, dropped to her knees between his legs and undid his loose trousers. His cock, erect and ready since his transformation finished, stood out. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and he slid into her. Just as he had trained her, she let him in all the way to the back of her throat. Ah, the perfect way to start the evening.<\/p>\n<p>He let his head roll back with pleasure. \u201cHow long have you worn your habit, Mary?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n<p>She took him out of her mouth for a moment, a strand of saliva connecting them briefly. \u201cI slept in the cabinet wearing it, so since ten o\u2019clock last night, Master.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em>Sleep,<\/em> he thought, hating the idea, even as Mary resumed her ministrations.<em> I wonder how little sleep she really needs?<\/em> He loved to watch her move around the laboratory, slick and black and upright, more like a chess piece than a woman. The long black rubber habit, thick shoulder-length gloves, and hood with the glass eyepieces and air filter were, ostensibly, to protect her from the dangerous chemicals in the laboratory. The tight-laced corset and stovepipe collar, well, he just preferred them. Or rather, he preferred her constant struggle to meet his requirements. Had she a naturally slender waist and long neck, he would have done something else to put his stamp on her; have her tattooed and ringed like a savage, perhaps?<\/p>\n<p>The thought of that was enough to push him to climax. He spent into her mouth, a release that only sharpened his near-constant desire. Mary swallowed his seed, without even a little coughing, and then licked him clean. She grinned up at him, pleased with herself.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood girl.\u201d Hyde appreciated her attention to detail as much as her near-canine devotion as he absently patted her head. In fact, she was a little too compliant. He missed the delicious tension of pushing her just a little further each time. Each time he returned to the laboratory in the back of the house, he was always pleased and sometimes surprised to see that she had not left. She always adapted to the latest ordeal or stricture. Now his curiosity, perhaps the only trait he shared with his other half, drew him towards a new experiment.<\/p>\n<p>He pointed at the second beaker containing the black liquid, next to the empty one. \u201cDo you know what this is?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She stood up and looked at it. \u201cIt appears to be the formula you created, Master. I mean, that created you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo it appears.\u201d It was a strange substance, black as tar and thick as syrup, but with a way of beading and moving like liquid mercury. Pour it on a flat surface and it would shift about like a living thing. Even in the beaker, the surface of the liquid bulged upwards slightly. \u201cIt might also be poison. It might also be water with harmless coloring. Even if it is the formula, it might have no effect at all.\u201d <em>Or it might just kill you.<\/em> He smiled. The prospect of imminent destruction was delicious. \u201cDrink it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She started to reach for the beaker, then hesitated, her fingers beating faintly against the countertop. It wasn\u2019t the reward that appealed to her, he knew: it was the challenge. Even when he assigned her tasks that were obviously pointless or even impossible, she threw herself into them with a relish of some medieval nun performing devotions. He rather liked the idea, actually, of being so worshipped.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHaven\u2019t I proven I\u2019m strong enough to do anything you demand of me?\u201d she said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTest to destruction, pet.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She picked up the beaker, raised it to her lips and drank. She choked, almost retched, and finally gulped it down. Her hands shook as she put the beaker down, but he knew that was nerves, not the formula itself.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood girl! And now we wait.\u201d He leaned forward, delighted. Already he could see her body temperature rising.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t feel any diff\u2014\u201d Mary doubled over as if someone had punched her in the stomach.<\/p>\n<p>He leaned forward. \u201cDid I mention that the initial transformation is somewhat agonizing?\u201d he commented, watching with his hand resting on his chin.<\/p>\n<p>She straightened up, cheeks flush and shivering. \u201cMe stomach feels\u2026\u201d The tremors increased to outright shuddering. Her face twitched grotesquely, and she stumbled forwards and collapsed onto the counter.<\/p>\n<p>He watched in delight; there was nothing he liked better than witnessing something in disarray. Mary was a hardy little thing, as he well knew, and she would hang on to the bitter end.<\/p>\n<p>The laces up the length of each glove broke with two loud snaps, followed by a louder crack of her corset laces breaking. Mary keeled over, choking and sputtering. Hyde leaned forward slightly so he would have a clear view.<br \/>\nShe lay on the floor in a fetal position, deathly still. He frowned slightly. It would be damned inconvenient if she were dead\u2026<\/p>\n<p>She took a huge, gasping breath at the same moment as she sprang to her feet, arms outstretched. She was all flashing emerald eyes, sharp widow\u2019s peak, body now all bone and sinew, fingers flexing as if she wanted to touch everything around her. He\u2019d wanted to rip open that mousy little servant na\u00eff and see if there was anything more interesting inside. And what could be more interesting than a distaff version of himself?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is new,\u201d she said, looking around the laboratory as if seeing it for the first time. He knew what she was feeling and thinking, her new heightened senses turning the world into a fantastic spectacle. \u201cThere are two alley cats rutting ten yards north of here.\u201d She sniffed the air. \u201cAnd the Harrison boy down the street just spent into his handkerchief.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWelcome!\u201d he exulted, spreading his arms wide. \u201cWelcome to the world, my dear.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She turned to face him, tatters of her rubber dress whirling around her. \u201cI want to do everything! Show me everything!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd why not? Even a tiger enjoys the company of a tigress from time to time.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>(Purchase <em>The Innocent\u2019s Progress<\/em> to read the story\u2019s conclusion!)<\/p>\n<p>[wp_eStore_fancy2 id=37]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ebook $6.99 ISBN: 9781885865984 62,610 words [wp_eStore_add_to_cart id=37] The ebook edition is also available at: Amazon, Barnes &amp; Noble, Smashwords, Kobo &amp; AllRomanceEbooks. In an unnamed place, in a time that never was, sex is elevated as high as ritual, and can be had for the price of a theater ticket. 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