I try to help her

Alison pulls free from my embrace and perches on the side of the bed with her teary face in her hands. I have a rough plan in my head to break this cycle of shame and denial. I think if I can get her to cum, and make her like it, she might start liking sex.

“I think I can help you, Alison.” I try to remain calm, so she doesn’t sense my uncertainty. “But you have to trust me. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice is as hushed and serious as mine.

“Good. Let’s go back to that confused fantasy you had, back when you first read about Ursula and her handmaidens.” I move slowly, like a hunter stalking a timid doe, aware that anything could startle her and ruin the moment. Once I am sitting by her side, I rest my hand on her soft thigh and gently squeeze it. “When you lay in your bed at night, and imagined you were fighting to save your virtue, did you pretend to be Saint Ursula, or some nameless maiden that history has forgotten?” It made no difference to me what that innocent teen might have thought, but it is important to get her talking.

“She was just a young girl like I was at the time, maybe only fourteen or fifteen and completely innocent when it comes to men.” I can feel Alison’s thighs press tightly together as I take her back to the old familiar fantasy.

“What about the Hun?” I murmur into her ear, “was he young like you or an old man like me?”

“You’re not old, Mr. P.” Alison protests weakly, “but the warrior wasn’t a boy. He was an experienced man, strong and powerful … and merciless.”

“Get back up on the bed, Angel.” I tell her quietly but firmly, “Pretend you're that young maiden and I am the experienced pagan who you've been given to.”

“Please, Mr. P.” Alison whispers, “You're scaring me.” I may be scaring her, but she's getting excited too. I can tell.

“Don't be, Angel.” I assure her. “I'm not going to hurt you. You are that pure untouched handmaiden.” I explain, “and I’m a merciless, powerful man who has complete control of your tender body.” The effect is exactly what I hoped for as she shimmies a little further from me but looks back over her shoulder just like that young maiden might have looked at the man about to claim her innocence.

“Don't do this …” Alison's doe eyes lower shyly, and her hands cover her breasts and loins. Luckily, she goes on before I have time to consider what I'm doing. “I have pledged myself to the Lord, no man may take what is his.”

“Your Lord can come fuck you himself then,” I laugh cruelly, “if that weak-assed god does not fear my sword.”

“That's blasphemy!” At first, I'm not sure if it is the Saxon maid speaking or the small-town preacher's daughter, but when she goes on it is clear that she is deep in the role of the captured maiden. “If you defile me, you monster, you will be cursed for all time.”

“That may be,” I tell her, “but I'll wager that my gods are stronger than your witchcraft, and that when my seed fills your womb that your power will fade.” With that I pounce on my young tenant pinning her on her back and holding her down with all my weight.

“Please no!” Her slender body bucks and twists under me, but I outweigh her by over fifty pounds and although I'm starting to get old, my hands are still strong from years of hard work. It does not take long for me to get my legs between hers and spread her open like a wishbone. When she realizes that her attempts to resist are futile, she turns to a higher power. “Oh, Mary Mother of God save your innocent servant from this pagan beast!”

I should stop to put on a rubber, but that would break completely ruin the immersive nature of this experience ... besides I really want to feel her tight pussy split open without a layer of latex between my cock and her.