The Pleasure Dome: Bellara Maxxima, Galactic Courier, #5

By Fenchurch Francisco

After running afoul of the law, Bellara is forced to compete in the most popular – and debauched – game show throughout the known galaxy. Convicted prisoners make their way through fiendish mazes and obstacle courses, evading lust-inducing traps and dangerously sexy stalkers hunting them every step of the way – all while trying to beat the clock for their chance at both freedom and fantastic prizes.

 

Roped into her three-hour long 'community service' along with a pirate warlord and a notorious arms dealer, will Bellara make it back in one piece, or will she and her companions be consigned to Network television for the rest of their days? Don't touch that dial – we'll find out after these messages!

 

Contains futa on female scenes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fenchurch Francisco
• Release date: Mar 4, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224609932

Fenchurch Francisco

I've always had a passion for penning erotica - be it tender romance, hardcore smut or anything in between. I enjoy writing contemporary, fantasy and science-fiction erotica, leaning mostly towards female or futa protagonists. For those of you who haven't had the chance to check out the lurid adventures of Bellara Maxxima, Galactic Courier, the first book in the series has now had a price drop to $0.99 until July 1st! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1444298 If you enjoy my writing, please consider subscribing to my mailing list with the link below to receive an exclusive freebie - a sizzling side story from the My Mother, the Porn Star series! http://eepurl.com/iDOKV2

Book preview

What’s the number one show in the whole wide galaxy?

The studio audience cheered loud enough in response to the host’s call that Bellara couldn’t even make out the name of the show she was slated to appear on. One of the guards standing behind her in the backstage area nudged her with the butt of his gun. Big crowd tonight. Hope you ladies put on a good show.

Just past the curtain, the host shouted again. And who loves you, and who do you love?

Another cry of adulation from the audience as they named the host – probably. The two other women alongside Bellara were shackled at the wrists just as she was, all three of them clad in garishly bright spandex outfits that looked as if they’d tear with the slightest exertion.

She’d been caught transporting contraband through Network space, sentenced to three hours community service along with the impounding of the Maximum Load and its cargo until she’d paid her debt to society. The Network was a conglomerate of rogue media giants that had staked out a small fiefdom just a short ways out from the galactic centre, guaranteed their independence from the Federation by virtue of their primary export – entertainment. Network signals carried across the galaxy, spanning from the Federal capital to the furthest corners of the Frontier and were unhindered by any form of local law or broadcast regulation. While their worlds technically fell within the borders of Federal space they remained exempt from the Federation’s laws, yet maintained a surprisingly low crime rate owing to their unique methods of enforcement; anyone found guilty of a crime would be met with either deportation and repossession of their property, or they would be forced to appear on one of the Network’s infamous ‘rehabilitation shows’.

Bellara, naturally, had picked the latter option, as had the two women currently standing beside her backstage while the show’s host performed their introduction. The one closest to her spat on the ground indignantly and earned herself a smack around the head from a guard’s baton, to the chagrin of the make-up staff that were applying their last-minute touch-ups. One artist frantically rushed over to cover up any signs of injury – let