Into The Dark Wilds

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Introduction

Rowena Dulciat, the daughter of Darthganton, the lord of 22nd century Prussia, rebelled against her lineage and sold herself into s****l slavery as a statement of independence. Then, the s*x trades—legalized since the dawn of the century—were prone to flagrant abuses. Women trafficking in s*x were rarely there by choice. Their profession was reviled, yet tolerated since it served its purpose keeping angry and impatient men civil. For a woman to make slavery an occupation of choice had been unheard of; though at the time Rowena made her capricious decision, s****l slavery was becoming fashionable for the really daring. And for the political woman, the s*x trades were a legitimate and lucrative means of support.

Selling her body was never intended to be anything other than a playful lark for the lusty young temptress. She never desired to make money, or even make a statement for the rights of slaves and women. Her impulsive choice was in defiance of the tyranny of her father pure and simple. And yet, in the end, the rebellious daughter spawned a revolution.

Rowena was the s****l icon of her times. With her body she paraded carnal lust before the eyes of a world that would have preferred to look the other way. And with her potent pen and inspired prose she made predictions about the political fortunes of the powerful that had an uncanny way of coming true.

Hers was a unique mission that had no purpose at all in its inception; though she instilled in the mass consciousness of the race an understanding of s****l power that could not easily be dismissed. However, in the end it was not the s*x she flaunted, but her psychic power that brought her demise. Sought after by warring tribal lords, she was kidnapped by the most ruthless and smuggled into the mountains of Prussia on the eve of the year 2120. She resurfaced only briefly when her last writings and her journal were published. And while she wrote about her abductor in glowing reports, the real truth about her abduction has never been confirmed. The nature of her mysterious disappearance was the source of speculation by romantics and historians into the new millennium.

Rowena lived for anarchy, chaos and s*x. Her bold life influenced the behavior, thoughts and governments of her century, reverberating throughout civilized society. But by the dawn of the 23rd century, a backlash ensued. Those countries most affected by her outrageous life, those in the southern and eastern climates of Europe, instituted strict policies on s****l activity, regulating s****l slavery with complicated legal contracts and even requiring covenants between personal partnerships, almost a return to the long ceased ritual of marriage. The effect of these agreements was to divide society into those who practiced s*x as libertines, and those who had s*x for little more than procreation. Displays of sexuality were forbidden in public; and slavery with all its accompanying behaviors remained behind the doors of bordellos and private homes, within the law, but beyond the obvious eye.

This outcome was Rowena’s legacy. But one she never would have desired. Her journal was banned for decades. Much later the scarce volumes that survived became priceless finds for collectors. But while she was reviled by the institutions she challenged, and her name was written out of most histories, another legacy remains. The power of her s****l prowess has become legendary, and the story of her escapades still haunts the collective consciousness with its dark imprint.

Perhaps the power of that second legacy will let her speak again. Perhaps Rowena Dulciat’s revolution is not doomed, perhaps the seeds of it still exist somewhere in the archives of a Paris antique shop where her words can still be found amidst the pages of her once outlawed journal. C.D.