Move to her bed

“In the meantime, I think it's time to see what I've got here.” I doubt Alison even weighs 120 pounds and it is easy to pick her up in my arms and carry her to her bedroom. It is a cross between the caveman carrying off his mate and a groom lifting his bride over the threshold and into her new life. Come to think of it, a bet there is a lot of the caveman symbolism in that old tradition anyway. From my bag of goodies, I take out the cuffs I bought in the adult store in Hartford; the padded restraints with their Velcro fasteners are perfect for what I have in mind and in almost no time at all, my prize is stretched spread-eagle on her bed.

“Please, Mister.” Alison tests the chains that fasten her limbs to the four corners of the bed. “If you leave now, I won't tell anyone. I swear.” There is absolutely no chance I'm going to leave a beauty like this, and Alison knows it, but it is still a nice touch.

“You never answered my question, young lady.” I settle in at the foot of the bed and trace the back of my fingers up from her knee along her inner thigh. “Are you still holding your V-card, or has some lucky guy already punched that ticket?” Judging by the confused look on her face, I'm guessing that her friends back in Tennessee didn't use that colloquial euphemism. “Do you still have your hymen? I have a buyer who'll pay top dollar for a blonde like you - if you're still intact.”

The pink petals of Alison's pussy are already glistening with moisture, but by the time I'm done examining her sex, she's practically gushing. “Pity.” I murmur thoughtfully before brightening up, “On the plus side it means I'll get to fuck you all I want once this evaluation is complete.” This announcement brings another round of futile thrashing, but the cuffs around her wrists and ankles are not going anywhere, and neither am I.

“Do you know what this is?” I ask as I hold up the high-powered vibrator I picked up in the same store as the cuffs. The way Alison's doe-eyes widen, I think she has a pretty good idea, but she shakes her head silently preserving the mystique of the innocent smalltown beauty. Then again, maybe my pretty little tenant really is that naïve. Her gasp of surprise and the way her hips jerk when the round vibrating head first presses against her slit tells me that while she might suspect what it was I was holding, she certainly had never felt anything like this before.

“Stop it, Mister!” The words came out in breathy grunts as I settle in to testing the different speeds on the dial.

“Are you hot little fuckslave?” Turning the dial up to eight, I smile at the way her whole body contorts as wave after wave of pleasure wash over it. “I think you are a prime piece of girl flesh... I think you are going to be cumming like a bitch in heat in no time.”

“Stop it, Mister!” Alison is so far gone now that I'm surprised she can even still play the part of the **** captive harvested for sale on some distant counter-Earth. “Please! You have to stop now before it's too late.”