Something a little different

“As much as I enjoyed defiling that proud Imperial heiress, Angel.” I pause as I remember her good it felt to ravage that 'virgin' heroine as she squealed and begged me to stop. “I think we should give John Norman's Gor a chance too.”

“Oh, you want to be one of those tarn riders who swoop down on unsuspecting free women and carry them off to a new life of slavery?” I consider that option and then discard it for a different reoccurring fantasy of mine.

“I think I'll be the slaver who harvests sweet prizes like you from Earth and ships them off to Gor.” When I see Alison smile knowingly, I suddenly wonder if she knew this was going to be my choice. Afterall, I had given her the John Norman book for a reason. To make things a little different, I decided to set the scene here in the Connecticutt. “I'd like to play out the night of your capture, when you first fall into my hands - right here in your apartment.”

“Are you going to **** me, Mr. P?” Alison asks as she licks her lips in anticipation. “So, I can't fight back as you ship me off into slavery”

“No need for ****, I can just tie you up.” An image of my pretty young tenant bound and gagged pops into my mind and I remind myself to make sure I have plenty of rope.

“I'd be so scared, Mr. P...” Alison's breathing deepens, “Those Earth girls in the book had no idea there even was a world like Gor. A place where their young bodies could be used like animals.” Her eyes that had been half-lidded open wide and meet my gaze boldly. “Most of the new slaves had never even been with a man. Do you want me to be a virgin that you have to break in?”

“No, I think I want someone just like you.” I tell her honestly. "Not some skanky slut who's had dozens of one-night stands, but a girl who's had only vanilla sex with a boyfriend or two who thinks she knows what a man wants.”

“But she has no idea, Mr. P, does she?” Alison's doe eyes sparkle with excitement, and she steps closer so she can rest her small hands on my shoulders, “Just like I didn't know what sex could be like until you started teaching me.”

“That's right, Angel.” I gently take her arm as we make our way back to the living room where I pick up the nightgown that had ended up on the couch. “I'd start her training right away on her own bed, showing her just what her new life is going to be like.” Alison seems to be as excited by this old fantasy of mine.

“If I were that poor girl, I couldn't just submit, Mr. P, even if I was tightly tied. You'll have to **** your cock into me as I wiggle and squirm. Not just once, either Mr. P. You'd have to use me over and over again to break down all my years of growing up thinking that a woman's body is sacred.”

“Really?” I shouldn't be surprised, considering what Alison has told me about her sexual preferences. “How many times do you think I'd have to fuck you before you understood your new role?” My grin warns Alison even before her my hand slips down to cup her ass. She pushes my hand away, playfully wagging her finger as she explains.

“Let's just say you'd better save your strength, Mr. P.” My cock twitches as I consider pinning her against the couch, but she skips away. “Remember, Mr. P. I was brought up in a very conservative devout house; it could take all weekend long to turn me from a 'good Christian girl' into a hot slut that you could sell for top dollar on Gor.”

As she scampers away looking as excited as ever and I wonder if this sex starved little coed is even going to make it through the next couple days.