She uses her hands

“This new handmaiden apologizes, Sir.” From her knees she slips out of her blouse and kneels before me naked from the waist up other than the collar around her neck. “I am still learning my duties, Master. Please allow your servant to make amends for her stupidness.” The language is similar to the scenes in my collection of 'slavegirl novels', but where Alison learned to speak like this is a bit of a mystery.

“Why are you so behind in your training, girl?” With my khakis around my ankles and Alison kneeling at my feet I feel just like one of those fantasy heroes who seem to always end up collaring pretty young maidens who fall into their hands and adding them to their coffles.

“I wasn't always a humble handmaiden, my Lord.” Alison's hands reach tentatively for my cock as she speaks, until just a few days ago I was free to do as I wished within my father's palace." Perhaps sensing my confusion, my eager new handmaiden fills in some of the missing pieces. “When your Israelite warriors sacked our city, I was taken along with the other young virgins.” I should have realized that Alison read the same passages from the bible as I had as a teen. Before I discovered Norman's Gor books or the many other of the genre, I read about how the warriors of ancient times took as spoils the women of their vanquished enemies. By now her hands are sliding gently up and down my cock, and I don't know if it is this or the backstory she is weaving that has me getting so hard.

“Spit on your hands, Princess.” I coach her, “Get them nice and slick.” As she follows my orders I press a little more about where these submissive slavegirl ideas are coming from. “What city is it that you come from?”

“My father was the king of the Midian city of Bozra, my Lord, but my home no longer exists, your men killed all the men and burned it to the ground. There is nothing left there for me and my sisters.” By now Alison's hands are moving with more confidence and she looks up at me with an unexpected excitement. “We were dragged from the women's quarters and stripped of our veils and robes in front of crowds of jeering soldiers. Until that moment no man had ever seen even my face and there I was paraded around in only a loose shift. I wished I could just melt away like the spring rains.”

“So how did you learn to please a man like this?” I ask with a grunt as I feel the throbbing of my cock in her small hands. “If you didn't have a secret lover in your father's court?” By now, Alison's saliva covered hands are sliding the full length of my cock and I can feel just how soft her skin is on my flesh.

“No Sir!” She protests vehemently, “It was our captors, your countrymen, who took us each night from our chains and made all of us kneel in the sand and stroke their cut members just like this until they were fully hard.” The mental image of a row of kneeling captives, each with a warrior standing over them makes my cock throb even more than before. I'm suddenly curious how she far she wants to take this detour from reality.

“And after you and the other maidens got those warriors good and hard, did they spread your legs and take you and all the others?”