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Shadow War #3
- Moraii
- Narrated by: Virtual Voice
- Length: 2 hrs and 25 mins
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Shadow War #3
Narrated by:
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Publisher's summary
Mankind was secure in its borders, its technology advancing at a fantastic rate, they were masters of their universe. Until an unknown race breaks their bubble and draws them into a battle to save the galaxy from an implacable foe. Without notice, without consultation or permission, the aliens change mankind’s brains so they can be more effective in the fight. Women become slave savants. Vastly more intelligent and under the total mental control of men. Inevitably, women become valuable, cherished chattel with no more control over what happens to them than dogs or horses, despite their superior intelligence. Men and women in the Navy, sealed in their implacable vessels of war, always at risk, re-discover the oldest methods of humanity to bring themselves to the acme of erotic pleasure I was scared, but it was also exciting to be held tight, unable to move, so erotically positioned that every erogenous zone and all of my girl parts exposed and available. Pillories were so erotic, whenever I had seen one I wanted to lock myself in it and wait for my Master to have me. Now he did. I felt unbearable lust. I wanted to be used, eager to serve. I was eager to feel him in me, owning me, conquering me. I was secure and comfortable. Clamped immovably in the pillory, she screamed her defeat and surrender as he plunged into her helpless body. Muscles spasming, hot love juice flowing out of her belly, she climaxed as a true and willing slave, her hot, responsive body entirely out of her control as she submitted to his mastery. His hands still clamped on her heaving breasts, his fingers irresistibly caressing her turgid nipples added to her passion and a second massive orgasm wrenched her body as he continued to thrust with unbelievable power, taking her all, ruthlessly. Her muffled screams of ecstasy and despair were beautiful to him. Alana bucked and squealed beneath him, unable to escape or mitigate, forced to accept and endure. He taught her the meaning of her slavery and the complete power of the Master.