She asks what I'd want

“Mr. P?” If Alison really had been one of the slaves in the books I gave her, ignoring my dismissal would be a serious offense, but I haven't lost track of reality (even with a beautiful young woman kneeling submissively at my feet) and I turn my attention from the football game back to her. “If you lived in a world like that, and you were one of those hunters, would you rather capture a proud lady hiding in a exclusive tower or a clueless young woman from Earth who doesn't even know the danger she's in?”

“Well, if I lived on Gor,” I tell her with a chuckle, “I probably wouldn't bother risking my neck going through the trouble of procuring fresh captives.” Alison looks a little disappointed until I finish the thought, “I think an old man like me would do better to buy raw slaves from the markets. I could break them in, teach them how to be pleasing, and then when they're ready I'd sell them back to the auction house and buy a new **** to 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, If I was going to capture my own prize I think I'd come here to Earth to collect sexually repressed beauties like you. Young women who've found sex to be a chore but who have the potential to be super hot once I take the time to teach them how to please a man.”

“Wouldn't you rather have a pure untouched virgin?” I shake my head gently at her naivete, in my limited personal experience virginity is overrated. I see that she doesn't quite believe me, so I try to explain.

“I imagine buying a virgin is like buying a new car.” I tell her, “The first time you take her for a ride, you loose 30% of the selling price. Trust me, Honey, 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?” The game is a blowout anyway, so I turn it off and direct all of my attention to the figure kneeling before 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.”

“If you could buy anyone to bring home, Mr. P, would you really choose me?” Alison looks up at me with her doe-eyes; her thighs are rhythmically squeezing together and her breathing is rapid and shallow.

“On your feet, ****.” Alison's eyes widen at the demanding tone in my voice, but to my delight she scrambles to her feet with her hands crossed in front of her covering her sex. I slowly circle around the trembling young woman. She watches me nervously over her shoulder as my eyes run up and down her naked body and rub my hands together in anticipation.

“Hands above your head, Angel.” I tell her firmly, “I want to see how much coin I might get for you once you're fully trained.”

“Yes, Sir.” Once again I am pleased by her quiet acceptance. I've seen Alison naked before, but not like this. With her arms over her head her breasts are lifted even higher and every inch of her toned figure is on display. I am close enough now that my breath moves her feathery hair; when I stroke her with the back of my fingers she twitches and lets out a soft moan.

“That's the kind of responsiveness I'd be looking for.” I tell her. “Once taken to Gor, raw Earth-girls like you would be sold in the back rooms of the **** market. There could be a dozen or more of you set out for inspection, all young, all beautiful and all naked.” My exploration of her body advances to the next phase as I cup her buttock in my hand and squeeze firmly. “If I owned you, I'd encourage the buyers run their hands over your young body, grope you like this,” I squeeze her small tits firmly making her moan softly. “I'd have to prove to them that you were different from the other untrained captives up for sale in that common room.”

“You'd sell me?” Alison whispers softly, “I thought you'd keep me for yourself.”

“Well, I might do that too.” I run my hand down the smooth warm skin of her back, “Would you like me to add you to my collection of pleasure slaves? You'd have to share me with my other slaves, no matter how well you please me between the sheets” I chuckle softly, “I like the way your tits feel in my hands.” They do feel good, soft and warm and firm like only a teenager's breasts can be. Standing behind her with her torso pulled firmly against my chest I slowly move my right hand downward over her belly and towards the soft curls above her sex. “Should we start your training right now?”

“Like this? You want to see if I'm a hot enough slut to keep for your pleasure?” Alison is clearly into the scenario I constructed for her, “I don't think I can.”

“You have ****.” Her pussy is as wet as I expected and in spite of her protests she is clearly excited by her situation. Within a minute she is teetering on the brink of a climax, it would be so easy to push her over the edge.

“Please, Mr. P!” She begs for release, “I need this so bad!”