Oh, yes!

“I love making you Imperial bitches cum like whores.” I growl coarsely into her ear as she shudders in my arms.

“I'm not a whore.” In spite of her protests, we both know what's going to happen next. “You're the only man who's ever touched me like this...”

“Shut up.” I chuckle heartlessly, “You may not have been fucked yet, but we both know what you are, and now your sister does too!” I push her towards the table in the dining room intent on defiling her like the space-pirate did to his prize in the Sparrowhawk book. “Come along now, Girly. It's time to get my rocks off.” Alison is aware of my intentions because she changes tactics to **** negotiation.

“Wait, Sir. Not here where all my friends can see.” Her voice is hushed but earnest as she offers me an alternative. “If you take me to your room I won't fight. I'll be your submissive sex ****; you can do anything you want.” I laugh easily, this argument is about as stupid as the 'but I'm a virgin' defense.

“You have nothing to offer, Lady Kirkendahmer. I can do anything I want right here.” By now I've got her pressed against the edge of the table, and I make my intentions clear. “And I don't want you to pretend to be submissive, I want you to fight and squeal as I claim you; I'm going to fuck you so hard I'm going to break your spirit. By the time I'm done ploughing your tight Imperial pussy, you're going to be my little cock slut.”

“You might be able to **** me, you brute, even rob me of my innocence,” it looks like Alison wants this as much as me, but she's not going to give in without a fight, “but you'll never break my spirit.”

That was a challenge I was all too eager to take. There is no doubt in my mind after last weekend's encounters that what has my young tenant so excited is this aspect of being ****. For a sheltered highborn Imperial maiden to be publicly deflowered in front of her friends and families by a dirty old pirate must be the ultimate in humiliation. The defiling of the pure innocent daughters of the wealthy core families by the brutal uncivilized barbarians of the outer planets is what I always titillating about these space operas. Sparrowhawk might pretend that it is a metaphor for the relationship between the haves and have-nots, but for me it taps into a more primal urge.

“Spread your legs, cunt.” I growl as I grab her shoulder with one hand and position my cock with the other.

“No! Please, have mer- Aaaiigh!” She is so tight and hot, I don't really care about the lack of a hymen, it feels so good. With another hard thrust I am fully hilted in her pussy with my hips pressed against her firm ass and she cries out again. “Take it out ... please it's too big!”

“Balls you're tight.” I growl as I start pistoning in and out of her as she squirms on the table. “I wanted to bang this fine piece of ass from the first time I saw you on the viewing deck!” This is not from the book, but it doesn't really matter anyway because by now my captive is starting to respond to the hard fucking. For Alison, it was a little rough, but for a sheltered virgin who's experience with men was limited to a few tentative kisses, being pounded like this would be brutal.

“Ungh ... uangh ... ungh ... you bastard ... I won't ... I can't ... Ohh ...ooh fuck!” With each hard thrust, she moans sweetly, her resolve to fight my mastery quickly turning to something else. Knowing that before much longer she was going to surrender is hot as Hell and I have to pace myself, so I don't blow too soon.

“God, I love fucking you Imperial bitches.” I grunt as I grab a handful of her hair and lift her head up. “You see all your pretty friends watching?” I remind her of the scenario we are playing out. “They're all going to see your surrender; they're watching what happens to sweet girlflesh like yours when a real man gets his hands on it.” I can feel her excitement building, “they know it's just a matter of time before they too are stripped of their silk nighties and fucked like the cunts they all are.”

“Not my sister!” Alison wails as she feels her climax building. “She's too young, too sweet.”

“Especially your sister,” I push in as deep as I can until I feel the head of my cock bumping against her cervix, “exactly because she is so young and so sweet.”

This final detail is all it takes to push Alison over the edge. I shouldn't take such pleasure in her surrender, but it is after all why I keep that collection of books down in my basement. It's wrong to get off on the violation of hapless innocents, but with a grown of satisfaction I blow my load deep into her tight sex.

It is a few minutes later when we've both recovered that Alison breaks the silence. She is clutching the nightgown to her chest causing her breasts to bulge out invitingly, and her eyes lift to meet mine shyly.

“Wow, Mr. P, I can't wait to see what you have planned for this weekend.”