Yes, with one condition

"Stephen, wait!" Sandra must see the excitement in your eyes because just before you jump to your feet, she stops you with a firm voice. "I know, that in this fantasy of yours, that as the trainer, you can do anything that you want with those rebellious holdouts, but ..." her big brown eyes finally lift to meet yours, "... well, I want the first time I go all the way to be with my husband. Is that OK?" Her initial confidence is rapidly fading, "Do you understand?"

"Are you sure you want to do this at all?" Her silent nod leaves you even more stunned than ever. It is hard to believe that the same young woman who was embarrassed to watch an R-rated movie with you is now offering herself like one of the rebel women, sent to serve the gladiators in that very same movie.

"I'm a true warrior of Venus, Earthman," Sandra stares back at you defiantly, "no man could ever make me forget that!" She swings at you with an open hand, no doubt intending to slap you as hard as she could, but your martial arts training kicks in and you block her hard enough to make her yelp and you are inside her guard. With her hand firmly twisted behind her back you pull aside the thin tee-shirt plant your mouth firmly against her swollen breast.

"You beast!" Sandra moans even as her free hand clutches at your hair. "This is what they said a man would do if he ever had one of us in his power, but I'll never submit." In spite of her defiant words, you can feel her nipple tightening against your tongue and the hand in your hair is not clawing at you with her nails, it is instead pulling you closer.

"Maybe I am a beast," you chuckle cruelly into her soft mounds, "but that makes you my prey, and you will come to realize your new role as a woman subject to the rule of man."

"You Earthmen don't rule us," your Venetian rebel protests weakly, "we have a queen!" It is interesting to see that she is already backing away from her claims questioning the new queen's legitimacy, at the moment however, you don't really care. One hand gropes at her soft mound, your mouth is free to return to her trembling lips.

"You may have a queen," you break the fierce kiss and bury your face in her hair, whispering coarsely, "but ever since my Captain got his cock between her hot toned thighs, she'll do whatever he tells her to." No part of you really believes that any woman could really be controlled by a man's sexual prowess, but that is the basis of this teenaged fantasy that Sandra is doing her best to create for you. "Why do you think she was so willing to sign into law the creation of these retraining camps?"

"It doesn't matter!" Sandra moans softly as she clings to your shoulders, "I'm not going to lay back and spread my legs like those weak-willed fools and let you plant your seed in my womb."

"Don't worry about that, little rebel." You growl threateningly, "you haven't earned the privilege of producing the next generation of citizens." Her moan is one of frustration and need and one of her legs wraps around yours as she squirms against your hard cock. "But you'll be begging for that chance by the time I'm done with your reeducation."

"Never!" Her protests seem only half-hearted now and when you release her captured hand it joins the other around your neck as she clings desperately to you.