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 Cagri, our own equally
erotic artist. Aldiss and Cagri have come together to make a uniquely
illustrated with sixteen stunning drawings by Cagri this is one story
you simply can’t afford to miss!
is another of Allan Aldiss’s best-selling stories of the shocking
disciplining and control of Emma, a vivacious young married woman.
But this story is also a story of forced breeding and domination of
white women by black overseers.
again we meet the ruthless Ursula, her sinister friend Doctor Anna and
the sadistic Haitian overseer, Sabhu, widely recognised as one of the
most terrifying characters in the literature of the domination of young
this story Emma herself tells how Ursula lures her to an isolated Castle
in Eastern Europe. Here she joins other unsuspecting girls being
prepared both physically and mentally for an unknown fate, but one that
is evidently going to earn Ursula a lot of money.
finds herself a helpless slavegirl in what seems to be an old fashioned
Slave Market for wealthy Arabs, under the strict control of black
tells the breathtaking story of the control that Ursula exercises over
her, despite being married; of her own humiliating breaking-in in the
castle and that of her American friend; of their constant fear of
corporal punishment from Sabhu and his young black assistants; of their
infibulation by the sinister Doctor Anna and other degrading
preparations — but for what, they wonder?
then come even more sinister happenings: intimate inspections by a cruel
elderly Arab buyer. She feels terrified of the continual uncertainty
hanging over her and why she has been brought here.
Emma has been earmarked for a strange fate.
Crack! Went Joseph’s carriage
whip, just behind my bottom. ‘Up! Up!’ he shouted and cracked his
whip again. Exhausted, sweating and out of breath, but terrified of
the long whip, I drove myself to raise my knees higher and higher. I
longed to tell the horrible little boy where he got off, but Carole
had warned me that one word of insolence, or even so speaking to the
boy without permission, would get me ten strokes of Sabhu’s cane.
Already poor little Maja had been given ten strokes of the cane for
slacking and protesting that she was exhausted. . ‘Halt’ the boy
at last called out. ‘Down on your backs.’ Then came exercises that
curiously seemed like pre-natal ones, aimed at strengthening our tummy
muscles. I wondered why, but I did not dare to ask...
new Allan Aldiss illustrated story
that you can’t afford to miss!
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