Oh yeah

“I can help you, Alison.” I try to remain calm, so she doesn’t see the lust I am feeling. “But you have to trust me. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice is as hushed and serious as mine.

“Let’s go back to that confused fantasy you had, back when you first read about Ursula and her handmaidens.” I speak slowly, like a trainer working with a skittish filly, aware that anything I say could ruin the moment. “When you lay in bed back then, and imagined you were fighting to save your virtue, did you usually imagine you were Ursula, or some nameless maiden that history has forgotten?”

“Just a young girl like I was, an innocent handmaiden full of devotion to God who knows nothing about men.” I can see Alison’s hips start to move again as I take her back to the familiar memory.

“What about the Hun who she was given to?” I murmur into her ear, “was he young like the teenaged boys you saw at the pool, or was he an old man like me?”

“You’re not old, Mr. P.” Alison protests weakly, “but the warrior wasn’t a boy. He was an experienced man, strong and powerful … and merciless.”

“As you lay there in bed, what did you think about?” It is not hard to imagine what a sheltered teenager would fantasize about, but I want to hear her say the words out loud. “I want you to describe every nasty thought, I want you to show me everything that pagan warrior did to his prize.”

“Please, Mr. P.” Alison pleads, “it’s so embarrassing.”

“I know, Angel.” I reassure her, “but I’m a merciless, powerful man, so you have to do as I command.” The effect is exactly what I hoped for as she gasps loudly, and her legs clamp together.

“I try to fight … I know that if my legs are spread open that he’ll defile me … I fight so hard, but he's doesn't stop ...” Alison eyes are closed again, and both her hands are covering her mons as her hips buck under them. “He’s so strong … he’s on top of me, pinning me to the furs of his tent …” Alison rolls over so I can see clearly how her fingers are plunging into her sex and her voice becomes even more fevered. “I’m begging him, but he just laughs … Oh God … I tell him I'm a virgin ... that no man has ever been with me but that only makes him more excited.” Her legs are clenched tightly together, and I can feel her hands working at her sex hard and fast between her pelvis and me.

“Does he **** your legs apart?” I prompt her. Until now, they have been clenched tightly together, but I think she is ready to move to the next phase.

“Oh yes!” Alison gasps weakly, “I try to stop him, but he's too strong.” Her body writhes violently as her legs open wide. “The pagan warrior commands me to open for him, Oh God, I’m so weak and he’s so strong …” her whole body is quivering, and I can feel the frantic pace of her fingers as she jills her pussy. “He pulls me open like I'm just a doll.”

“Then what,” I growl deep in my throat, “does he push his hard uncircumcised cock into you?” With a whimper Alison’s legs spread even more and her back arches lifting all the way off the mattress.

“Yes,” Alison moans when she feels my girth pushing open her tight passage, “yes just like that. he takes my pure, untouched body … he’s tearing me open … it hurts ... oh forgive me Lord! It hurts so good.” It’s not hard to imagine that I am that ancient warrior claiming my prize as she struggles under me, and it takes all my willpower not to join her on her bed. It is too late anyways, because just then Alison's doe eyes open in shock as she feels the orgasm hit her.

It takes a few minutes for her body to stop jerking, but when she finally comes down from the orgasmic high her eyes search out mine **** for approval.

“Oh wow!” She pants, still out of breath. “I forgot how good that feels, Mr. P.” As she says the words, I can see the struggle start once again. “Anything that feels that good must be the work of Satan.”

“What?” I tease her easily. “Are you saying an all-powerful God can't make His gifts pleasurable?” I see her searching for words but in the end she just sighs.

“I can't even think right now, Mr. P.” Her face brightens as she remembers what she let you see her do and say. “You must think I'm the nastiest bit of work ever ... what kind of woman gets excited by something like that?”

“A lot more than you might think, Angel.” When she looks at me doubtfully, I smile knowingly, “A lot of guys like women who are into sex. Not every man wants an innocent princess they have to persuade to spread their legs.”

“You too, Mr. P?”