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by Piers Anthony
Category: Erotica/Taboo Erotica
Description: Militia, a beautiful female serial rapist, sedates and has sex with prominent men, selling the erotic videos for tens of thousands of dollars. But when she rapes Newton Oswald she is a fly entering the spider's lair. For Oswald is himself a serial rapist, of a more serious nature than she. He and his former captive Maria see Militia coming, as it were. Warning: this title contains rape.
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: February 2009
24 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [40 KB]
Reading time: 15-21 min.
"In this short story (Piers Anthony) puts his considerable skills to use by challenging the reader to contemplate a female serial rapist. The victims she chooses. And why she chooses them. He also includes an intriguing little twist to his tale that almost makes me want to read more." -Angi, Night Owl Romance Reviews
"New fashion?" he inquired. It was in his mind that if he could engage her in dialogue long enough, it might give the drug time to wear off. A faint chance, but better than nothing. Not that he would let her know if it did. He wanted the sex. He just preferred to be in control. Regardless, her display was excruciatingly sexy, by no coincidence.
"No, this is an old fashion. It existed for at least twenty thousand years, as mankind spread across the globe from Africa. Marriageable girls wore it to advertise their availability and attract men. It has never been improved on."
He believed it. "Then why did they give it up?"
"That is one of the mysteries of the ages. My guess is that as people ranged into colder climes they had to wear more clothing, reducing opportunities for incidental seductions. That was unfortunate."
He had to agree.
Then she unbound her hair. Her long tresses swirled around her shoulders and the upper surfaces of her breasts, adding another element of seduction. She was one supremely beautiful creature.
He couldn't help it: his erection swelled almost painfully. He did desire her, regardless of the circumstances.
"I think you are ready," she said, concluding her dance. "But I must take precautions, just in case." She produced what looked like dentures. "Open your mouth."
"What the hell?"
"Do it," she snapped, poking her fingers into the corners of his jaw on either side so that the pain caused his mouth to open. Then she inserted the device. "It's a tooth guard, to prevent you from biting. And these are gloves, to prevent you from scratching." She put them on his hands, and he lacked the strength to resist.