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“I was the ****, Mr. P.” Alison's whimper doesn't surprise me in the least. I have already taken note of how many of her fantasies place her in positions of powerlessness and degradation. “I had almost gotten used to the idea that this Earthgirl could be taken by men without any right to resist, Mr. P; it is after all a different planet with different rules.” Her eyes whirl wildly, and her hips lift off the mattress in an attempt to find the satisfaction that has been eluding her, but I don't want her to cum - not yet. “But this was so much worse!” Her moan almost convinces me to have pity. “This was another person from Earth, another woman who knew that slavery was wrong, and that sexual subjugation is the worst kind of slavery ever.” Alison's voice drops almost to a whisper like she is sharing a secret, “Mr. P, this rival of hers wanted to see her reduced to a sex object, a toy that men could play with as they wished, and she wanted her to know how low she had fallen.”

“And did this captured Earthgirl satisfy her rival's expectations?” I ask, even though I don't remember this scene, I have read enough Gor books to know that no woman on that imaginary planet could ever resist the advances of a strong man.

“Oh yes, Sir.” Alison hesitates for a second, “The book only hinted at what the men did to her, but it did record the Free woman's satisfaction at having her former acquaintance screaming out in submission. I can only imagine how the heroine felt - she must have been mortified to have her college rival's vicious gossip confirmed.”

“Do you think the men were rough with this slavegirl?” I ask, “or did they stroke her responsive body until her own femininity betrayed her and made her beg for their cocks?”

“I don't know, Mr. P.” Alison's words come out as a hushed whisper, “As I rubbed myself, I imagined it both ways. The men taking turns ruthlessly pounding her soft body as she squirms on the hard tiled floor in front of their Mistress, but also one of the powerful men holding her mercilessly while the other teased her sensitive breasts and kitty with a practiced skill that she cannot resist.” I take in her flushed skin and the swollen nipples on her small round tits. The perfectly formed mounds are capped with puckered tight buttons; being tied down like this has only increased her level of arousal. Clearly imagining herself in that **** position, my frustrated young tenant thrashes against her restraints stretching against first her right, then left wrist and finally she thrashes frantically for a few seconds before collapsing back on the bed.

“Oh no, please not this...not while Danielle's watching.” I can't help but wonder who 'Danielle' is and what her relationship to Alison could be, but the poor girl thrashing on her bed is clearly lost in her dark fantasy again. Her pale thighs squeeze together in a **** attempt to reach the climax she so desperately craves. “Don't make me ... please no, I'm a good girl ... I can't surrender to you ... not like a **** slut.” I lean over her writhing body and tell her what she needs to hear.

“But that's just what you secretly want, isn't it?” I return my hand to her belly, pressing firmly against her toned body as she bucks helplessly. “You need a man to give you the release that you can't get on your own.” The poor girl's eyes roll back in their socket, and her hip jerks upward trying to reach my fingers.

“Do it!” She hisses, “Take me like common slut, make me yours!” I swing around until my legs are nestled between her pale thighs. Her legs wrap around my waist and pull me towards her until my erection is pressed hard against her sex. It would be so easy to finish this, but I'm not willing to make this easy for her.

“But you're not mine to take,” I murmur almost gently and decide to use the name Alison provided, “You belong to Mistress Danielle. You'll have to ask her if you want this.” I feel her stiffen under me and her face twists into a pained expression.

“No!” She wails piteously, “She's a frigid prude who doesn't know what a woman needs!” Her eyes are wild with desire, and she once again twists futilely against the loose ropes that secure her hands. “She's never once had a man between her legs!” It sounds like Alison has a role model in mind for this 'frigid prude' and as I squeeze the soft flesh of her breast, I wonder how someone as sweet as my tenant could have that kind of enemy.

“Perhaps, but surely, she doesn't care what happens to a needy ****?” I tell her as she moans in my ear. “I'll ask her for the go ahead to finish you off, she'll give you that satisfaction. Right?” I'm pleased with this twist to her fantasy, by putting the question back on her I'm letting Alison make the decision about whether she cums or not.