I have a surprise for her.

“I know.” What I've always liked about Sparrowhawk's Imperial debutants was their innocence and purity. An unrealistic number of his female characters were virgins who had never felt a man spread her legs and **** a big cock into their tight little pussies. To play out this scenario of being the first man to see, touch and of course fuck this lovely captive has had me worked up all week long. To further this illusion of virginal innocence, I found the perfect accessory in a local consignment store.

I lead Alison to her closet and pull out the lacey white wedding dress I had stashed when she had been in her classes. “This dress was in your luggage.” I explain what I want in character, “It seems a shame not to wear it for this first time that I get to undress you.”

“Oh, Mr. P!” Alison breaks character for a moment. “You are a wicked, wicked man.”

“Go change.” I tell her as I press the wedding dress into her trembling hands and push her towards the bathroom. “I think it should fit pretty well. Not that you'll be wearing it for all that long anyways.” Alison's nods nervously and leaves me alone in her room as she heads off to change.

My cock is already hard as a rock, and I'm starting to wonder about the warnings of erections that last more than four hours. Buying the wedding dress may have been a step too far, but Alison seems prepared to go along with this game of ours. It is after all, as much her story as mine. If I was this lucky ship's captain who found a run-a-way bride hiding in his cargo hold, I would definitely want her in her virginal white wedding dress when I first fucked her. The longer I wait, the hornier I get, and I have to resist the temptation to go drag her out of the bathroom. Maybe later this weekend will play out some variation where I have to go hunt down my prize.

Almost ten minutes later there is a tentative knock at the door.

“You sent for me Captain?” The dress is a little short on her, exposing more of her legs than most brides would feel comfortable with, but the bodice with the lacey sleaves are close to perfect, and of course the headpiece with the veil is not an issue.

“Close the door, Miss Miller.” I instruct her “and come here so I can help you with your lovely dress.” To my delight, she slowly turns and closes the door that latches with a surprising loud 'click' that sounds like the latching of a cell door.

“Don't do this Captain.” Alison's eyes are sparkling even as she pretends to be hesitant. “This dress is for the man I choose to marry to take off. A gentleman of good breeding and fine character not someone like you.”

“You might be happy to settle for a Free Trader like me, my lady.” I beckon her towards me like one of the elite rulers of those future worlds might gesture to a subordinate. “If I don't like what I'm getting, you might well end up in a **** market like Arakis or the pleasure houses of the Dunedain system.”

“Please, Captain!” Alison arms cross in front of her defensively, “I know nothing about pleasing men ...”

“That's OK my beauty, I'll show you just what I want.”