She doesn't have much choice

Dear Sir Williard,

As I sit here at my desk, the one thing that consoles my troubled soul is that my victim seemed to want what happened as much as I had. What follows is my best attempt to recount what occurred in my riverfront boathouse. As I have stressed in the past, these accounts of my womanizing are recorded in careful detail not in an attempt to impress the reader with my virile masculinity. It is my sincere hope that through a careful evaluation of all the relevant data that someone will be able to find a cure for the curse that afflicts this otherwise beautiful planet. As such, what follows is disturbing, but necessary.

"Do it, Doctor Baxter!" Miss Alice's voice was breathy and low as she urged me to finish, but there was no mistaking her words. "Take me like those River Pirates take their helpless captives!" Bent as this beautiful young woman was over the gunwales of the power cruiser, Miss Alice really didn't have much choice in the matter. However I remember, even in my enflamed condition, being pleased that this refined young gentlewoman accepted that we had gone too far to stop now. I had not, when I brought Miss Alice to the dark boathouse, given any consideration to the despicable actions of the esteemed officers of the East Orion Trading Company that use the charade of pirate raids to indulge in their licentious indulgences, but now that I had the innocent maid to ravage as I wished, I could think of little else.

You will remember from my recent encounter with Miss Monroe in the isolated room of the public library that the thought of pirates (even false ones like ours) swarming the mansions along the river has a dark appeal for me. Lawless men dragging sweet female flesh found hiding within the perfectly painted walls has an appeal for me that I am ashamed to dwell on. There is no doubt in my mind what happens to any woman found by these parties of marauders but what I have before me is the prize most sought after. Not only is Miss Alice the sheltered daughter of a high-placed family, as sweet and fair as even a royal princess, but as her Doctor I knew better than any man that this young woman had yet to feel a man imbedded deep within her secret passage.

"Are you as pure and sweet as you look, girl?" I growled the words into Miss Alice's exposed ear from behind as my hands roamed over her tender flesh. I deliberately roughened the timbre of my voice doing my best to sound like a villainous rogue and to my delight Miss Alice took the hint.

"Yes Sir! Please, I am a virgin." She begged, "No man has ever touched me. Not like this!"

"Really?" I asked her in feigned disbelief as I slapped her backside hard enough to make her jump, "A hot piece of ass like this, and no man's popped this cherry?" As I groped her buttocks the Ana-leigh bobbed in its berth with my captive jerking and quivering in response to my rough touch.

"I swear, Sir!" Miss Alice pleaded so sweetly, Sir Williard, it made my manhood throb even more than the feeling of her firm flesh in my hands to hear her plead for mercy. "I've saved my virtue for when I find that special man who will be my husband."

"Well thank you for being such a good girl." I growled softly as I positioned the head of my cock against Miss Alice's slick petals, "but don't count on me marrying you; not when I can steam this boat downstream to the next mansion and hunt down another little bitch to fuck."

To be honest, Dr. Johnson, I don't know what about the desire to ravage and pillage not only Miss Alice but her friends - well really all the other beautiful colonials who prance about in their short skirts - but the darkness inside me had become all consuming.