I share a little

“Mr. P?” Alison's pretty eyes search mine shyly, and with a shrug and a smile I decide that I can share a little with her after about my fantasies especially after how she opened up to me.

“I hadn't really ever thought of that particular fantasy, but the subjugation of a rival's proud daughter is certainly tempting. I could make her pay for her father's arrogance with her sweet young body.” I confess with a chuckle. “As for hunting for my own slaves, well that I have thought about. There are certainly more than enough naïve coeds like you wandering around town to choose from.” Alison looks a little alarmed but clearly excited at the same time. “Stalking my prey like a hunter and snatching her in such a way that I don't blow my cover, would beat buying a girl from the slavemarkets every time.” Her sharp intake of breath lets me know I'm on the right track, “I'd hunt out the hidden gems; shy young women who don't even know how sexy they are.” Alison moans softly and her hands tighten into fists as I continue.

“The best part would come after I snatched her.” I tell my excited tenant with a cruel grin. “I'd have to make clear to the young woman what her new role will be, and then teach her how to be pleasing to men.” Alison's expression tells me everything I need to know, and I go into a little me detail. “It might take a while to break in the new ****; I'd have to make her new position clear and teach her all the different ways a master might use a sex ****. Eventually, once they were fully trained, I'd take them to Gor and sell them.” I smile wickedly at Alison as I finish up, “then I'd come back here to Connecticut and find a new target to acquire and train.” I seem to have redeemed myself because even though she remains silent I see her hands clench her legs hard enough to leave clear dents in her firm flesh. “To get back to your question though, I think I'd take someone just like you, a shy girl from Earth who has been sexually repressed all her short life but who has the potential to be super-hot once she gets over her inhibitions.”

“Wouldn't you rather have a pure, untouched virgin?” I shake my head gently at her sweet naivete.

“Sure, snatching a virgin would be nice.” I tell her, “But after that first time you bang them, you are right back where you start from. Trust me, Angel, whether or not a woman has an intact hymen is the least of my worries.” Her face is still somber, but I think I see her relax just a little.

“What would you look for?” After a deliberate sip from my coffee cup, I direct all of my attention to the nervous coed sitting across from me.

“Oh, pretty much what all men look for in females; smooth unblemished skin, pretty curves, clear eyes and soft hair like yours,” Alison smiles at the compliment and I go on without pausing, “but also intelligence, a moral decency, a willingness to adapt and of course, a responsiveness to a man's touch that suggests she'll be a good lay.”

“Mr. P, would you really choose me?” Alison looks up at me with her doe-eyes; her fingers twisting together, and breathing is rapid and shallow.

“Oh yes, I think you'd be an ideal candidate to capture and train.” Alison's eyes widen at my assessment. “Under your delightful reserve, I know there is a passionate woman just waiting to break free.” Her blush makes her even prettier and judging by her shy smile, I'm guessing that like most women a little flattery goes a long way.

“But so many other women are much more beautiful. Like the Delta Kappa girls...” my young tenant is clearly impressed by the young women of the campus' most elite sorority, she bites her lip before continuing softly, “They all have full curves, perfect hair and much more experience with men ...”

“No Angel, I think I prefer being the one to show my new captive the ropes.” I push aside the mental image Alison wrapped in coils of rope and offer my open hand. “Give me your hand.” Once again, I am pleased by her quiet acceptance as she carefully places her soft hand in mine. I turn her hand over and run a finger along the inside of her wrist pleased by the way she shudders involuntarily. “Raw Earth-girls like you would normally be sold in the back rooms of the **** market, but with a little training I could raise your selling price by as much as a factor of ten.” When I stroke her with the back of my fingers she twitches and lets out a soft moan.

“That's exactly the kind of responsiveness buyers would be looking for.” I tell her. “Buyer after buyer would be running his hands over the captured Earthgirls looking for a hot sex **** to sell for a tidy profit. Of course, that's only after I'm completely satisfied that I've trained you perfectly.” I stroke her palm gently with my thumb and I see her begin to respond to the slow circles and I continue my narration. “By the time I'm done teaching you, you'll be every man's dream.” My exploration is ready to advance to the next phase and I climb out of my chair and slip behind her gathering her soft hair in my fingers.

“Are you sure?” Alison whispers softly, “I still think most men would raid sorority row to kidnap some of those sexy beauties.” The idea of having a line of Delta-Kaps on their knees as I make my way down the row selecting the prettiest of the beauties to train certainly had its appeal, but I still think I'd prefer someone like Alison.

“I'm pretty sure,” I run my hand down the smooth warm skin of her upper back, “You are far from your family and don't seem to have many close friends who might alert the authorities. I might have followed you home from your Bible Study meeting, so I know you're a good girl...” I trace the path of a pulsing vein along the side of her neck to where it disappears into her hairline just behind her ear. “But more than that, I look for intelligence and curiosity that as a hunter/trainer I can work with. Besides,” I chuckle softly as she shudders at my touch, “your skin is so soft it feels like silk.” Standing behind her chair I take my time to caress her neck and shoulders resisting the temptation to explore the swell of her breasts swelling from her tight dress. “I think you'd make a fine candidate.”

“But you couldn't.” Alison is clearly still uncertain in spite of her undeniable arousal. “Women can't be taken and sold like that.” Her protests are more for herself than any expectation that I might agree. “Oh, dear Jesus ... you could do anything... I couldn't stop you...”

“You'd have ****.” Her soft moan is as sexy as any dirty talk, “If I harvested you, I'd do all sorts of nasty things to your sweet young body; training you to be the perfect little sex toy,” I pause for effect, “and I'd make you love it.”