She wants you

"I know what all nasty males want." Sandra's tone is deliberately provocative as she pulls her soft body even tighter against yours, as she whispers in your ear. "You want to rip away my clothes and run your filthy hands all over my naked body." To you at least, it feels more like a suggestion than a protest. "You want to master my innocent body and make me squirm with need."

"And what would your response be if I did that?" You ask, curious as to how far she wants this to go. "Would you scream for help, try to escape or would you do your best to fight me?"

"You know there's no point in my screaming '****' or fighting you, you Bastard." Sandra reassures you that you're not likely to arrested for **** if this odd game continues. "My own government has knowingly sent my friends and I to this cursed reeducation camp. As you already explained, there seems to be no limit to what you can do to our innocent bodies." Taking this as an invitation, you run your hands over the soft cotton of her 'dress' feeling the warmth of her lush curves beneath. "Don't get me wrong, Lieutenant, I hate every second of your crude groping, but I am powerless to stop it."

"Don't be so sure about that." You whisper softly into her hair as you continue your exploration of her full curves. When you get your fingers in between her thighs, she gasps softly and squeezes her thighs together, but you can feel the heat radiating through her panties. "I'll have you begging like a needy bitch in heat before long."

"No-oo-ooo-." The short, two-letter word stretches out into a slow low moan, but before you pull your hand away, she covers it with yours and presses your fingers even harder against her sex. Her words come out in breathy gasps between soft grunts. "You think that just because you're a man, ouugh, and we're under your authority, ouhh no, that we have to submit like sex toys." In spite of her protests, Sandra is squirming in your arms and her pelvis is rocking steadily against your fingers.

"But that's exactly what you are." You growl menacingly, "you and your rebel friends are here for my pleasure; so, you'd better get ready to satisfy my needs." This fantasy of yours that Sandra has recreated is starting to get out of control; it is surprisingly easy to imagine that you have a dozen or more young women at your mercy. You'd like to think that you wouldn't let this kind of power go to your head but judging by how hard your cock is right now you are starting to wonder. Luckily, the moisture seeping through the thin undergarment confirms that Sandra is as excited as you are, and her legs separate in an unmistakable surrender. It doesn't take long before you work her panties to the side and your fingers are probing between her slick folds.

"No! You can't!" Sandra's breathing is rapid and deep, "Stop this ... you have to stop ... I hate you; I hate all men!"

"That's exactly why you're here." You chuckle cruelly, "You and your hot friends belong to me until I can change your antiquated attitudes." By now Sandra is jerking in your arms and her hand is once again pressing your fingers even harder into her sex. "I'm going to make you submit time and time again until you can no longer deny the truth."

"You like this, don't you, Stephen?" It has been a long time since you've fantasized about this planet of **** women, but she's right. You do like this; you like it a lot.

Judging by the way Sandra trembles when you find her clit, you're pretty sure she is just as excited as you are, but she is still playing the role of the defiant rebel. "Oough, you pig ... augh, ugh, ugggh ..." It is hard to believe that this grunting woman is the same modest girl that you first met in Vivian's dorm room. "Oh, fuck you ... OH FUCK!" Her whole body jerks violently in your arms for almost twenty seconds before she slumps over gasping for breath.

Neither of your old girlfriends had ever cum this hard, certainly not while acting out a forbidden fantasy like this.