She plays her part perfectly

“Who are you?” The lovely coed sounds appropriately shocked and terrified, but the fact that she is using the exact words from the scene she had just been masturbating to is not lost on me. I swiftly close the gap between us and grab her by her upper arm.

“What do you want? Get your filthy hands off of me!” Alison tries to pull away experimentally, but I am far too strong “My father is Baron Kirkendahmer, he will hang you for this outrage!” I wonder how many times my young tenant read this particular scene she seemed to have the dialog perfectly memorized. I did my best to play out my part. I lifted my wrist to my mouth and pretended to talk into an imaginary intercom.

“I've got the other sister from the Kirkendahmer suite. Over ...” I pretended to listen to orders before speaking into my imaginary communicator. “Oh yeah, we definitely want to keep this one. She's a fucking knockout - pretty face, tight young body and a sweet innocence that makes you just want to despoil .... a virgin? I don't know, but I wouldn't be surprised.” Alison's eye's widen in surprise and alarm much like like what the imaginary captured debutant in Sparrowhawk's novel might have done as she hears my crude assessment of her. For just a fraction of a second I think I see a hint of excitement but before I know for sure the expression turns to one of scorn and she slaps me across my face.

“Yes, of course I'm a virgin, you cretin!” I am a little shocked by how hard she hits me, but it excites me at the same time. In less than a heartbeat I had captured the offending hand and twisted it behind her back with my other hand wrapped around her belly. Alison's reaction is perfect as she squirms and twists in my grasp but in spite of her wiggling I groped her soft curves through the thin silk of her nightgown. I have of course caressed every inch of this delightful creature before, but there is something about the way the smooth silk glides across her flesh somehow made it even more erotic than groping her naked flesh.

“What? No ... get your hands off of me!” I cannot forget how I found Alison writhing on her bed with the hairbrush pistoning in and out of her. The way she shudders and her nipples tighten as I grope her confirms that in spite of her protests, Alison is as excited by this as I am. At this point the only decision to make is am I going to fuck her here and now on her bed or try to prolong the fantasy. If I were forty years younger I would have certainly taken her right away, but I gave this particular book to my tenant because it is one of my fantasies too, and I see no reason to end it prematurely. I sense the surprise in the beautiful coed when instead of tearing off her skimpy nightgown and forcing myself on her I push her instead towards the door.

“Where are you taking me?” The tremor in her voice is either from superb acting or Alison's surprise and excitement that this encounter is not going to end any time soon. “What do you want from me?”

“We're rounding up the hottest of the female passengers,” I laugh cruelly as I take her by her upper arm, “we have something special planned for you.”

“My family will pay for my safe return.” The privileged daughter of the Imperium might believe that she could still be redeemed with her chastity intact from this nightmare, but Alison and I both know what is about to happen and that delicious knowledge only adds to our excitement. I can see the rapid breathing and flushed face of the excited teen and I can feel the swelling of my cock trapped uncomfortably in my khakis. In the erotic space opera the pirates decided that dealing with the hassle of ransom negotiations wasn't worth the effort and instead planned on selling off the best of the lot as sex slaves in one of the rim planets just outside Imperium control.

But what had the two of us so ramped up was that each of the vicious raiders in Sparrowhawk's space opera got to pick one of the captured prizes to use as his personal slut on the two-week flight from the scene of the piracy to the **** markets of Wernok-4. In the book, over a dozen of the innocent Imperial debutants were plundered in front of a crowd spectators on the majestic dining room tables. Both the pirate's cheering comrades-in-arms and Miss Kaylee-Ann's horrified sister and friends got to witness first-hand the fate of the once proud noblewomen selected by their captors. As the crowd watch with a variety of differing emotions, the lovely heiress of the Kirkendahmer fortune along with a collection of other equally privileged young women, were defiled by lowly pirates, it is made clear what men would demand of them in her new lives.