The Wrangler: The only thing standing between the beautiful kidnapped heiress and death was -- The Wrangler. (11 page)

Eileen MacCammon, President of the United State, a strong, morally conservative woman who, on ascending the the Presidency, follows through on her campaign promise to wipe out sexual moral degeneracy in an America beset by economic woes. She imprisons hundreds of thousands of prostitutes, strippers and even erotica writers in her drive to bring moral purity to America. Then she goes a step further and begins imprisoning the clients of prostitutes, the fans of strippers, the viewers of erotica and the readers of erotica, by the millions, often bypassing the Constitutional protections of citizens on very flimsy pretexts.

The tables turn in the next election,when she and her party are swept out of power by a tidal wave of voters who are essentially voting to keep themselves out of jail.

For her crimes as President, MacCammon is given no jail time, but a new kind of sentence: she is stripped of all her Constitutional rights except her right to life. She walks out of the courtroom legally able to be kidnapped and used in any way her kidnappers like, so long as they do not kill her or permanently maim her.

She is soon kidnapped by her enemies, who subject her to quite a few torments, torments of the exact sort often seen in the erotica she has so vigorously suppressed.

But perhaps worst of all, her enemies use nanotechnology to place a homouth on her, transforming her mouth into a vagina. It's a technology widely used by sex workers, but they have the ability to control it, reverting to a normal mouth at will. MacCammon can only revert to a normal mouth by performing acts that she would have described as disgusting and vulgar before she had the homouth on her and found her power of speech reduced to making disgusting slucking sounds.

MacCammon's captors release her, but she soon finds that in her new, rights-free state she is in essence a fugitive slave, and eventually, a slavegirl, sold and resold by people who hate her and want to abuse her, and by those who simply want to use her.

And everyone, she finds, has a use for a former President of the United States who is now a rightless slave and who wears … the Homouth!

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Doin' Time In The Blue Shadows

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"Doin' Time in the Blue Shadows" is what a Lifetime Women in Prison story should be. It's the story of an innocent, or at least semi-innocent woman who has been imprisoned and used in one of the more degenerate work-release programs ever devised, strictly for financial reasons, of course, the cause of most of the evil things in the world.
Lifetime Channel women in prison movies do a great job of exploiting the emotional vulnerability of women trapped in a prison environment, but lack that raw edge of passion that women in prison exploitation films have. This story is intended as an illustration of how far you can take things if you pay attention to both the lessons that Lifetime movies have to teach, and to the possibilities brought up, however crudely, by exploitation films. We pull no punches here, emotionally or otherwise. It's set in a very near future where the economy has gone south in a big way due to massive unemployment cause by automation and roboticization, driving many formerly middle class people into poverty. Sex work becomes an increasingly common option for these people, causing some to decry rampant immorality as the actual cause of America's problem. An extremely prudish Congress and President are swept into Congress and enact the Morality Laws, sending millions of Americans to jail.
Sally, the protagonist is a former pharmaceutical sales representative who lost her job to automation and wound up stripping and hooking to make ends meet. She got swept up in the Morality Laws net, and wound up in prison, enrolled in a very special work program that is very profitable for prisons, helping recoup the cost of imprisoning so many millions of Americans. How can she cope with a prison sentence where her punishment is reenacting her crime over and over again?
This story is part of the Morality Laws/Basic Income world.

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A Little Bit of Monica

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AT LAST! A book that RIPS THE LID off HARDCORE COSPLAY and BELLY DANCING at so-called “Cons”!!!!!!!! And describes in DETAIL how much FUN it all is!
When Monica saw the three sexy Slave Leias belly dancing at GamaRamaLamaDingDongCon, her latest obsession was born – she had to learn belly dancing! The women moved so sensuously, so gracefully, entrancing all onlookers, including her, but especially boys. Especially especially cute boys. She could learn belly dancing and do the same!
After six months of belly dancing, Monica was transformed from a girl that boys ordinarily did not give a second glance to, into a hottie that ALL the guys gave first, second and third glances to. She lost weight, her hips and breasts became nicely rounded, and she moved with a sensuous sway that the dance had taught her without her even realizing it.
Now very hot and very good at dancing, Monica set her sights on SciFiFunCon. She had noticed that some girls spent the whole four days of a con dressed in skimpy outfits that left them half naked, hugging cute boys and dancing and having a wonderful time. Monica decides to go as Slavegirl Belinda, a web comic character that some snarkily called “Naked Girl” because of her very skimpy slavegirl attire. Her friend Joanie and her work up a costume and make plans that their parents would be seriously shocked by, if they knew them.
Will Monica be able to keep her parents in the dark about her plans? How will they react when they inevitably find out their daughter has been running around almost naked for four days and hugging on cute guys while being photographed? Will she be the hit of the drum circle dance? Will Monica find a very special cute guy to engage in some hardcore cosplay with? What will happen when she meets the publishers of Slavegirl Belinda comics at the Con? Can she, bursting with sexual energy and love, keep it together for four days?
All we can say is that Monica will probably have a lot of fun. If you want to know the details, you'll have to buy the book.

The Hottitude of Servitude:
Slave Girls In The Movies and On TV

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The Hottitude of Servitude
is a filthy, disgusting, reprehensible, copiously illustrated and most of all FUN series of essays and reviews about proper portrayal of slavegirls in mainstream (i.e., not pornographic) movies that contain slavegirls as characters. The central concept of the book is as simple as it ought to be: slavegirls are characters who are uniquely sexy, given that whole mildly kinky attraction they have, and should be used by filmmakers to crank up the film's sexiness to whatever level is desired. They are also uniquely useful in this regard, and when properly used, can crank up the hottitude without slowing down the film's pace or detracting from plot or characterization.
The
Hottitude of Servitude
looks at every kind of slavegirl look from the baggy, shapeless tunics popular for female slavegirls of the Italian sword and sorcery movies known as peplum to the general nakedness of slavegirls in 1980s big-hair-and-bare-breasts sword and sandal movies such as Barbarian Queen and all points in between. While we're at it we'll take plenty of opportunity to snark at the movies that provide the slavegirl imagery, taking time to enjoy such phenomena as the Stupidest Civil Engineering Project in the History of Civilization (from
Hercules and the Tyrants of Babylon
), the Triangles of Death and the Irregular Polygons of Doom (from
Thor and the Amazon Women
), The Most Thoroughly Deposed King Ever (from
Deathstalker
) and many, many other snarkworthy products of such movies.
In
The Hottitude of Servitude
, we have slavegirls ogled, hilariously bad films snarked and Grand Unified Cheese Theory, all rolled into a book that is exactly the same kind of guilty pleasure as its subject matter, but with a light patina of intellectual nattering to make it seem almost respectable. It's not just a guilty pleasure, it's a plausibly deniable guilty pleasure!