Turn the tables?

"It depends." You try to deflect her provocative question, but Sandra is now going to let you off the hook that easily.

"On what, Stephen?" The answer pops into your head and before you have a chance to think out the different possible outcomes you find yourself answering.

"It depends on whether you would be the type of woman who would submissively serve the needs of an Earth male stranded on your beautiful planet, or a prideful malcontent that needs to be shown how to treat that same man with respect?" Sandra's eyes drop once again, but you think you see the hint of a smile as she licks her lips before speaking.

"Well, I told you about my very first experience with sex, Stephen" Sandra lifts her gaze to meet your eyes boldly. "The enslaved women I was imagining had no real choice but to kneel dutifully at the wicked tyrant's feet. I'd be nervous, but I wouldn't have any real way to protest. If I was sent to one of those Earthmen for breeding, I'd have to spread my legs and let him plant his seed in my womb."

"In that case," you grin wickedly, "I'd want to be the man whose job it is to repopulate the planet one sexy woman after another." The two of you sit in silence for what feels like a very long time but is probably no more than ten seconds. It is neither unpleasant nor awkward, but it does add to the tension that has been building all night. Once again you become painfully aware of how obvious your erection would be if you move; wearing only sweatpants with no underwear makes your condition pretty obvious. Luckily, at the moment Sandra seems to be more interested in the old pair of scissors she finds laying on the coffee table.

"Do you have an old tee-shirt I can cut up?" A little startled by the request it takes a second to answer her, but you take advantage of the excuse to get out of the room so you can adjust your erection. You take the time to pull on a pair of boxers before returning with three tees. Sandra looks over the trio and selects the red one with a smile.

"I'll be back, Stephen, don't go anywhere." You have no idea what is going on, but where would you go at 1:00 in the morning anyway, so you sit and wait for almost ten minutes before you hear Sandra coming back down the hall. Your jaw almost hits the floor when you see what she's wearing.

It's not perfect, but somehow she has transformed your old shirt into a mini-dress with a deep V-neck reminiscent of what the sexy maiden 'soldiers' of the movie wore. The dress lacks the golden belt and the long flowing sleeves, but the short skirt and low-cut top more than make up for the other shortcomings.

"I was ordered by the new government to report to your chambers, Sir." She pauses long enough to lick her lips nervously, "I was selected because I'm at the peak of my cycle, Sir, but if I'm not pretty enough, there are five other maidens waiting out in the hall..."