Shirr-ha: Taken
by M. Shalimar
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Copyright © Aug. 2009 by M. Shalimar
Cover Art Copyright © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
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Dedication
I believe when it comes to writing erotica, one should not write about something one knows, but rather about something one would like to know and explore. It is with that idea the Shirr-ha's Empire stories are written, to explore the vast and unfathomable possibilities of intimate inter-galactic relations. This series is for all those who have ever wondered about life on other worlds, and what their mating habits might include. I invite you to come explore some of my wildest fantasies about other-worldly visitors and lovers.
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Chapter One: Taken
Shirr-ha fought the alien foes again in her dream as best she could for a child-woman. These were savage times, and a girl must protect herself. Warriors of every imaginable race rode toward her on ebony mounts. She stood her ground, trembling, fearing what lay ahead. She had no choice but to watch, helpless, as the creatures circled her about and brought the members of her family within the circle for her to witness their slaughter.
She wanted to look away, but could only stare; something compelled her to watch the butchery of her father and brothers; the sexual assault and murder of her mother. She needed to cry, to shriek, but the sounds of her own agony resounded only inside her own head. Then six of the men, if they could be called men, bore toward her and tore the white nightdress from her body. . . .
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Again, the soundless scream, and Shirr-ha awoke to a darkness so thick it felt as if her head was covered by a heavy blanket. She drew a quick breath and choked on the musty stench in the air. She tried to block the visions of the dream from her mind . . . it had been no dream, she realized, but a harsh, hideous reality. Those horrible creatures had indeed killed everyone in her family, and they evidently had the same plans for her. She had steeled herself for what was to follow, but they instead threw her on the horse in front of one of the riders, mounted their own beasts and rode hard into the night.