Fuck that sweet pussy

“I'm going to pop your cherry, Miss Kirkendahmer.” I laugh cruelly, “I'm going to take this fat cock of mine and I'm going to ram it into your tight young pussy.”

“You can't! You're not my husband.” I'm not sure that even Sparrowhawk's Imperial damsels are that naïve, but I play along.

“You're not on your father's homeworld anymore, Miss Kirkendahmer.” I take another step closer to where she is nervously fidgeting. “Here on the outer sectors, men don't tie themselves down with bullshit like that. If I want a bitch I just take her.” I don't think I've ever used that word before to refer to a woman, but I am playing a pirate after all, and the way Alison's expressive eyes widen when she hears it is all the confirmation I need.

“But what if the woman doesn't want to be with you?” She asks softly as I get even closer, “What about her rights?”

“God, you Imperials are such hypocrites!” I laugh harshly just inches from her face, “You'll wipe out whole planets in your greed for resources, but when one of you finds herself in a pickle suddenly you talk about rights.”

“Please-” Whatever she is about to say is cut short as I push her onto the bed where she sprawls out before me. She stares at me trying to look scared as I kick off my pants and reveal my erection bobbing in anticipation. In spite of her best effort to play the terrified Imperial debutant faced with a man's cock for the first time in her sheltered life, Alison looks as eager as I've ever seen her.

“Spread those pretty legs, girl.” I growl as I climb onto the bed and to my delight, that is exactly what she does. With her knees pulled up and out her pink labia are swollen and glisten from her earlier attempts to find satisfaction. It is not exactly the act of a timid virgin, but by this point I don't care. I've owned the Slavegirl of Akkadis for over a dozen years and jerked off more times than I'd like to admit to this exact scene.

“Please, don't ... oh Stars above ... it's too big! It will never fit!” Her panicked pleas are just making me harder. The best part about this is knowing that Alison is excited as I am by this fantasy of a young maiden's brutal deflowering. She doesn't want a gentle love-making scene any more than I do; she wants to be the space princess ravaged by the merciless pirate, and I intend to deliver just that.

“Oh, I'll make it fit.” I growl threateningly, “I'm going to make you squeal like a Saurian Lava Pig when it's skewered alive for the Three Moon feast.”

“No! Please, I'm begging you!” My first thrust went almost three quarters of the way into her tight passage and Alison did cry out like the heir to the Kirkendahmer fortune might have in the book.

At first, I'm not 100 percent sure that it is just her playing out the scene or if I actually did cause her pain as I stretched her open with that violent lunge, but not for long because even before I finish the job and ram the rest of the way into her Alison is urging me on.

“Oh Lord you're fucking her so hard!” Her eyes are sparkling with excitement as they lock onto mine. “That Imperial bitch has never had anything bigger than her finger inside her and now you are ripping her open with that monster cock of yours.” Her eyes roll back in their sockets, and her mouth opens wide as she jerks in what might be a mini orgasm, but I don't even slow down as I piston in and out of her as hard as I can.

After that brief moment of encouragement Alison returns to the role of the ravaged victim, crying out with each hard thrust and whimpering and pleading in between her cries. There is no way I can last long like this, but I don't even care if it's over quickly. I have all weekend to play out this scenario and a half dozen others where the Alpha males of Sparrowhawk's space opera prey on the weak and **** women that fall into their hands. As you might expect under the circumstances, after a particularly hard thrust that bottom out deep inside her the cum starts erupting and I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to.

“Wow,” I tell her once I finally come down from the orgasmic high, “That was amazing!”

“Thank-you, Mr. P.” Alison breaths softly into my ear as we lie together on the bed. “I don't think I could have made it to the weekend without something like this.”

“And you're still good with me taking you as a **** this weekend?” I ask, not quite believing any man could be this lucky.

“Absolutely, Mr. P. The only question I have for you is do you want to pluck another Imperial rose, or would you rather harvest a pretty coed from right here on Earth and bring her to Gor as a raw slavegirl for the markets?”