many years Allan Aldiss has been one the most popular and prolific
writers of erotic fiction, specialising in stories of
respectable Western women, in both past and present times, being
degradingly incarcerated in harems under the supervision of strict black
are lucky to be now able to start offering his stories to our clients
especially as they are now being illustrated by EU Inocenncius, our own equally
erotic artist. Aldiss and EU
Inocenncius have come together to make a uniquely
illustrated with sixteen stunning drawings by EU
Inocenncius this is one story
you simply can’t afford to miss!
of Allan Aldiss’s various series of erotic books will be familiar with
his stories of a beautiful young married woman, Emma. She is in thrall
to a ruthless rich lesbian, Ursula, who employs a brute of a black
Haitian, Sabhu, to control her girls.
This new story, however, is quite different, for Emma is sold by her
Mistress to an Arab slave dealer who operates in a remote country where
white women are deliberately denigrated by being treated as animals –
Moreover, whereas in the past Emma often had no idea just what was going
to be done to her, especially when it came to being sponsored by a eager
client for forced breeding, this story is again very different. This
time Emma describes vividly how she knows only too well just what is in
store for her and how she knows that, kept helpless, she and her friend
Samantha will have to go right through with it all – and in a strange
and terrifying setting.
This story was considered so shocking that it had to be omitted from the
original series of books written by Allan Aldiss. However, the story can
now be told and as usual Allan has a gripping and highly arousing story
barked Sabhu. Hastily I stretched my fingers straight down and looked
straight ahead, my ankles touching, my milk-laden breasts thrust out and
my tummy sucked – like a soldier on parade. My heart was in my mouth
as he silently ran the tip of his cane over my hips. He turned to the
horrible little boy. ‘Nice puppy bearing hips,’ he commented. He ran
his cane over my naked tummy. ‘I expect this will soon be nicely
horrible little Mokid, dog whip raised threatenly, led me like on a lead
like a dog, muzzled and with my manacles clanking, past the line of
cages that I knew so well. I gasped as I saw that the bellies of the
blond girls kneeling up in the first three cages were all well curved,
and particularly that of the girl in cage No 3.
Naked, chained, muzzled and manacled, I kept Keeping mmy eyes
fixed on the wall of my cage, but, I noticed, out of the corner of my
eye, a fat, grey bearded man, in Moorish robes, looking me closely at my
naked, chained muzzled and manacled body, through the bars of my cage.
Standing proudly behind him stood Sabhu and Ursula, both carrying their
dreaded canes. I blushed with shame as I heard him exclaim: ‘Very nice
felt Samantha’s breast, the big, fat, slave dealer reach forward to
feel mine. I saw Sabhu raise his whip as if warning me, and obediently I
pressed my breast into the dealer’s podgy hands. ‘Nice and firm,’
commented the dealer. ‘And still in milk.’ A jet of milk squirted
out. ‘Yes, Madam likes keep girls in milk after they deliver
progeny,’ said Sabhu proudly, as the dealer felt my nipples that had
been specially elongated by Sabhu’s vacuum pump.
in the mirror I gasped in horror. Not only had an ugly, heavy, black
iron slave ring been welded round my neck, but I had been nose-ringed
like a pig - with a big brass ring hanging down from my nostrils over my
mouth. A pig! Were we Christian white women being deliberately
nose-ringed to denigrate us further in the eyes of our future Masters?
with my gloved hands fastened to my thighs and coffled by my nose-ring,
I watched with horror as one of the girls, screaming with fear, was
swayed up like an animal, her head and legs dangling and then lowered
down into the steamer’s hold. Oh my God, I was thinking, in a few
minutes time that is what is going to happen to me, too. I also thought
about the still beautiful older woman and her daughter, both chained
behind me. How dreadful for them, too! Will they both be used for
breeding? çMounted on donkeys and cracking their whips behind our bare
bottoms, the black eunuchs drove us, ten naked blond white women of
different ages with three of us pregnant, running in step, our elbows
held back and our swaying breasts thrust forward, towards the white
compound. My heart sank as I saw that it was surrounded by a high wall
with an electrified fence. There would be no escape!
was horrified to find that here white women are treated simply as prize
“white cattle” and used for the sport of breeding, as the men have
plenty of pretty Arab girls for their harems and black girls to work as
field slaves. Many buyers came to look and feel us, raising our
milk-laden breasts –for we had not been milked that morning-as if they
were judging the udders of a cow. Muted, held helpless by our nose-rings
and with our hands in immobilizing gloves, we had to submit to these
denigrating examinations as if we were animals. It was horrible.
and prevented by my nose ring from looking down, I felt the revoltingly
fat Caid running his hands over my hips as if assessing my breeding
capability. He put a question to the slave dealer, who ordered:
‘Position Two!’ Hastily we bent our knees. The black eunuchs lifted
up our little leather aprons and parted our beauty lips. Nervously I got
ready. ‘Perform!’ came the order. Seconds later, two little torrents
jetted out shamefully between the eunuchs’ fingers. Satisfied, the
Caid nodded. We had been leased to the Caid.
no time, wearing similar boots and identical, but numbered headpieces,
we were put in with the other white human brood bitches. I gasped as I
saw an aroused human stallion hound peering eagerly at us. Was he the
sire of the progeny that these human brood bitches were carrying? Were
the younger human bitches, gambling about like puppies, waiting to be
covered? Were white girls, for their first maternities, used as brood
bitches before being promoting to the ranks of human carriage horses or
brood mares, or to heifers and the human milking herd? How awful. How
cruel! What a callous way to treat white women....
Allan Aldiss illustrated story
that you can’t afford to miss!