A highborn Imperial

When I hesitate, Alison smiles coyly. “Come on, Mr. P, tell me what you want. Help me be the perfect raw **** for my demanding new master.”

“All right, Angel.” I concede far too easily, “I've already had a chance to ravish the bewildered Earthgirl brought to Gor and sold to serve men. So, for this Saturday I'll try the haughty imperial debutant. Perhaps a young bride taken on the way to her wedding?” My choice seems to meet Alison's expectation.

“Ooo, I like it, Mr. P.” Her pretty hands rub together in anticipation. “And who are you? A jilted suitor, a heartless slaver, or a brutal pirate who finds the affianced heiress cowering in her private yacht?” Her fertile imagination has no trouble offering up all sorts of possibilities. “Maybe a rival lord from a different planet who wants to break the political alliance by defiling the innocent bride?”

“No, I think I'll be a rough-and-tumble independent ship's captain, you know a Hans Solo type.” I find myself getting into this scenario of hers, “Perhaps our promised bride is unhappy with her arranged marriage and stows away on my beat-up free-trader.”

“And this rogue Captain, Mr. P,” Alison inquires with a deliberate innocence, “is he an understanding type when he finds a nobleborn stowaway hiding in his hold, or does he make her pay for her passage with her pure, unspoiled body?”

“What do you think, Angel?” Alison gets an almost predatory look as she gets up and heads to her wardrobe. “I think we both know what a man would want from a beautiful young woman who falls into his clutches.”

There is no doubt in either of our minds that this rogue would deflower the innocent bride-to-be, but Alison makes it clear that this will not be a sweet romantic interlude. “A proud Imperial maiden like that is not going to just spread her legs for a lowly scoundrel, Mr. P.” Alison wags her finger at you teasingly, “You're going to have to tame the naughty stowaway if you want a submissive little ****-girl to pass the time with on your ship.” From the back of the closet, she pulls out what looks like a sleeveless prom dress covered in sequins and a white corset that a high-class hooker might wear. She holds up the two garments one at a time giving you a preview of what you might expect on the weekend.

“I expect you'll have to take that innocent beauty again and again before she learns her place kneeling at your feet.” As she speaks, she slips into the white corset pulling it up over her breasts until she is once again at least somewhat covered. Not that she looks any less sexy; if anything, the way her young tits bulge from the garment is even hotter than seeing her nude body. “Is this the type of look you are expecting, Mr. P.”

With a grunt of amusement, I climb to my feet and head for the door. “I'll do my best not to let you down, Angel.” My answer must hit the right note, because Alison takes her lower lip between her teeth momentarily before sending me off with a gentle jibe.

“Take your pills, Mr. P.” Her eyes sparkle with excitement. “You're going to need them.”