A girl from Earth

“I think I'll be the slaver who harvests sweet prizes like you from Earth and ships them off to Gor.” When I see Alison smile knowingly, I suddenly wonder if she knew this was going to be my choice. Afterall, I had just had her on her knees blowing me as she pretended to be one of those young women brought to Gor to please their cruel masters. To make things a little different, I decided to change the timeline a little. “I'd like to play out the night of your capture, when you first fall into my hands - right here in your apartment.”

“Are you going to **** me, Mr. P?” Alison asks as she licks her lips in anticipation. “So, I can't fight back as you ship me off into slavery”

“No need for ****, I can just tie you up.” An image of my pretty young tenant bound and gagged pops into my mind and I remind myself to make sure I have plenty of rope.

“I'd be so scared, Mr. P...” Alison's breathing deepens, “Those Earth girls in the book had no idea there even was a world like Gor. A place where their young bodies could be used like animals.” Her eyes that had been half-lidded open wide and meet my gaze boldly. “Most of the new slaves had never even been with a man. Do you want me to be a virgin that you have to break in?”

“No, I think I want someone just like you.” I tell her honestly. "Not some skanky slut who's had dozens of one-night stands, but a girl who's had only vanilla sex with a boyfriend or two who thinks she knows what a man wants.”

“But she has no idea, Mr. P, does she?” Alison's doe eyes sparkle with excitement and she steps closer so she can rest her small hands on my shoulders, “Just like I didn't know what sex could be like until you started teaching me.”

“That's right, Angel.” I gently stroke her cheek as we stand pressed together in my kitchen. The burlap sackcloth of her tunic is rough on my arms, and I can only imagine what it must feel like on the tender skin of her tits. “I'd start her training right away on her own bed, showing her just what her new life is going to be like.” Alison seems to be as excited by this old fantasy of mine as I am and presses her warm body even closer. “If I were this girl, I couldn't just submit, Mr. P, even if I was tightly tied. You'll have to **** your cock into me as I wiggle and squirm. Not just once, either Mr. P. You'd have to use me over and over again to break down all my years of growing up thinking that a woman's body is sacred.”

“Really?” I shouldn't be surprised considering what Alison has told me about her sexual preferences. “How many times do you think I'd have to fuck you before you understood your new role?” Alison's grin tells me all I needed to know, even before her small hand slips down to where my half-hard cock is tenting my khakis and gives it a firm squeeze.

“Let's just say you'd better take your pills Mr. P.” Your cock twitches in her hand as she squeezes it softly again and again. “Remember I was brought up in a very conservative devout house; it could take all weekend long to turn me from a 'good Christian girl' into a hot slut that you could sell for top dollar on Gor.”

As she scampers away looking as excited as ever and I wonder if this sex starved little coed is even going to make it through the next couple days.