Tuesday, March 18, 2008

The Queen of the Sensual




Anne Rice has been the queen of vampires for me since I was a teenager. She succeeds in narrating sensual and erotic stories. Under her writing as A.N. Roquelaure she released three books, which I will be talking about now. The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, Beauty’s Punishment and Beauty’s Release are all books published under her erotica series. The three books are a series of the life of Sleeping Beauty. Yes the one in the supposed fairy tale. Yet here Beauty is not only kissed by a prince but also claimed while she was waking up from her deep slumber. She then was deported to the Prince’s palace where she was held as a slave, naked and without belongings she was to serve as pleasure slave. These slaves are whipped and loved, until Beauty is expelled to the Village for misbehaving. In Beauty’s Punishment Rice portrays Beauty in the Village where public whippings take place and where she has to work on all fourths like an animal. The Village was soon to be overrun by Arabic people who stole slaves from the village; unfortunately Beauty was one of them. In the last installment, Beauty finds herself in the Harem of the Sultan. She then finds the prince of her dreams and is released as a slave.
The three books all describe very graphically what is happening to the lead characters. Some things may seem very deviant for many readers, since Rice’s sexual imaginations seemed to have roamed very far in these books. The book also talks about love and domination over another.

Excerpt of Beauty’s Punishment

And now Beauty thought she heard the barest tinge of real trepidation in his voice, but his face was almost hard when she looked up at him, only the beautiful eyes softening it just a little. She could see the slightest golden stubble of beard on his chin, and she wanted to kiss it.
“Will you watch for me after we’re separated, try to find me, if only to say a few words to me?” Beauty said. “O, just to know you are there… but I don’t think I will be good. I don’t see why I should be good any longer. We’re bad slaves, Tristan. Why should we obey now?”
“What do you mean?” he asked. “You make me afraid for you.”
From far away, there came the faint roar of voices, the sound of a large crowd carrying sluggishly over the low hills, the dim vibration of a village fair, of hundreds talking, shouting, milling.
Beauty pressed close to Tristan’s chest. She felt a stab of excitement between her legs, her heart knocking.

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