She makes a request

“That was so much better than my stupid hairbrush.” Alison is laying half draped over me as we both recover, and her fingers are softly stroking the muscles of my arm.

“Do you think that awful pirate was pleased with his innocent prize or is he going to try to find some other captive to ravish. Maybe one of those elegant star-liner hostesses with their tight skirts and perfect figures?”

“I think he was pretty satisfied.” You brush away a strand of damp hair that has fallen across her face before adding a warning with a teasing grin. “Of course, he's going to have to train the former debutant over the next few weeks so he can maximize his profits when she and the others are sold.”

“Oh my...” one of the things I've always liked about Alison is how easy it is to read her expressive face. “He'd have to teach her everything. Taking her innocent body again and again, Mr. P, wouldn't he?” her fingers tighten around my wrist, “He'd make her do all sorts of nasty things, and if she didn't learn fast enough, he'd have to punish her.”

“I doubt that would be necessary-” I do my best to guide the conversation back to safer ground, but Alison is already leaping ahead on me. “You'd have to tie her up and show her who's in charge, otherwise she'd be just another haughty Imperium bitch - who would pay top dollar for that?”

“Well, maybe we can try that this weekend. Unless you want tonight to count for my weekly visit?” For a second, I can see the confusion of her face before she remembers our arrangement, but she smiles sweetly before kissing me on the cheek.

“No, Mr. P,” She shakes her head shyly, “that wouldn't be fair. After all,” she seems to be searching for any justification, “I haven't finished reading all three books.” We lie in silence for almost a minute, and I can tell she's still thinking. “You do have rope though, right Mr. P? I mean you've got everything down in that workshop of yours.” When I nod silently, she bites at her lip and bats her eyes sweetly. “I want you to tie me up, Mr. P.” With the initial request out of the way, Alison's words come spilling out like milk from an overturned bottle. “I want you to tie my arms behind my back so I can't escape, and then I want you to take me and make me yours.” It is impossible to miss the excitement in her eyes or the way her pelvis is slowly rubbing against my leg.

“Where would a sweet sheltered young woman like you get an idea like this?” I ask, trying to stall for time.

“I'm not that sheltered Mr. P,” Alison's exasperated sigh reminded me of some of my old students and I had to hide a smile, “In one of the MAGA rallies my youth group went to I was given a pamphlet describing how MS-13 invaded a small town in Texas and took 20 American girls from their high school to work in their brothel.” I shake my head in amazement that something like that could be accepted as fact by anyone, but Alison doesn't seem to notice as she describes what she saw. “The cover of the pamphlet had an illustration of two blonde sisters being led away by a trio of tattooed Latino gang members. The girl's hands were tied behind their backs, Mr. P, and one of them had her blouse torn open so you could see her bra.”

“You know that never happened, right?” Alison just shrugs her shoulders and goes on.

“That's not the point, Mr. P.” Alison sighs softly and rests her head on my chest. “That night I read and reread the three-page brochure; I started to imagine all the atrocities that those gang members would have done to those poor sisters.”

“Did you finger yourself?” I ask knowing the answer before I even asked. Her eyes flicker but I hear her soft 'yes'. “Did you cum?”

“No, Mr. P. I told you, until last week with you I haven't been able to have an orgasm, no matter how depraved and wicked I was.” She takes a deep breath and then goes on in a rush. “But I wanted to so badly. I lay on my bed picturing those poor bound girls passed around from one gang member to the next as they begged for mercy.” Her breathing is even more rapid than before as she remembers the frustrating night. “I was so wicked, so sinful. I knew I should be horrified at what those gang members would do to those innocent schoolgirls, but all I could think of was how much I wanted to feel those rough men's hands on my helpless body.”

The irony of the situation is not lost on me. I doubt very much that was the response that the PR people who put together the blatant fear-mongering pamphlet were anticipating.

“Please, Mr. P,” Alison's fingers tighten once again on my arm. “I want you to tie me up. I want you to grope and finger me and then when I can't stand it anymore, I want you to fuck me.”

More than ever, I wish I had taken one of those miracle pills before coming upstairs to check on my tenant. I still could, I have to go find the rope and then tie Alison up. In the time it takes to work this needy coed into a lather, the pills should have time to work. On the other hand, if I wait until this weekend, I could do this right from the very beginning.