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Chapter 28 by Manbear Manbear

Is this lovely thing taken right away, or do the chains and collar come into play first?

Take her as she fights.

“You bought us?!” The note of shock and disbelief is perfect even though we both knew where this was going. Perhaps it is the addition of her mother and sister that adds realism to her surprise.

“All three of you.” I confirm with a cruel smile. “I mostly wanted you and Dame Alisynne. Oh yes, your mother is still damn hot even after all these years.” As I make up this detail about her mother, I close the gap between us until I am standing less than a foot from her trembling body. “Best of all, in a couple years when you and your fine mother start showing signs of wear, I'll have your sister's fresh flower to pluck.”

“Get away from me, you Monster!” Alison pushes ineffectually against my chest but in the struggle, I am able to pull down one of the thin straps of her elegant cocktail dress and she backs away clutching at her top to keep it from slipping the rest of the way down.

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“You can't do this!” Her voice rises in pitch and panic. “I'm a citizen of the Imperium.”

“Not any longer.” I close the gap with her again, eager to finish what I started. “You are a **** of the Imperium. You're my ****.”

Another burst of fighting follows and this time her dress is pulled down and her arms cross protectively to cover her beautiful breasts. It does not take long before I have her squirming young body in my arms and my knee pressed hard between her thighs.

“I can't wait to bang your pretty ass, Miss Miller.” As I speak my hands move lower and I grope her firm backside. Her ass is as firm and toned as any I've ever felt, probably from her years of dance classes.

“Get away from me!” After last weekend, I'm quite familiar with Alison's teenaged body, but adding the spice of breaking in a new **** girl is definitely adding to my arousal.

“Are you still pure, Miss Miller?” I let my mouth hover over her ear as I whisper the crude question. “Your mother swore that you were, but modern girls don't always tell their parents when their cherries get popped, do they?”

“You're a sick bastard, Lord Patterson!” It is pleasant to hold this struggling young woman in my arms. I'm not quite the 'sick bastard' that she claims I am, but I have for years had these types of fantasies of control as I overpower some hapless prize. Many, many times over the years I've jerked off to Sparrowhawk's descriptions of innocent maidens taken by alpha males as they struggle and beg for mercy.

I don't want to actually hurt the trusting teen, but I am going to fuck her, and fuck her hard. Surely after reading the same books as I have, Alison knows what is going to happen to her. In fact, if I remember right, it was Alison that first suggested this scenario of me taking the daughter of a rival businessman. I fully expect her to fight me every step of the way, and I intend to enjoy every moment of her resistance as I overpower her and claim her virginity.

After last weekend's sex, I'm confident that Alison is getting off on this just as much as I am. When I push her back towards her bed she squeaks in alarm, but there is little she can do to stop me, and we both know it.

Does she keep fighting, or does she meekly let me spread her legs?

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