Friday night finally arrives

The next few days I can think of little else than getting my hands on an Imperial princess to defile. In preparation for the big night, I spend some time on the internet buy some new toys to go with the rope and chains from the hardware store and even make a few calls to consignment stores looking for the final few items to spice up the role play.

By Friday night the sexual tension in the house is impossible to miss. In the intermediate days Alison and I talk over several different scenarios laid out in the book. Of course, these include the raid on the Evening Star where the most beautiful of the first-class passengers are rounded up like cattle, the daughter of a politician who falls into the hands of her father's rival and the slaver who hunts the rich inner planets for pretty ripe targets. In the end though we decide on the classic tale of the stow-a-way bride who finds herself at the mercy of the captain who finds her hiding in his hold.

I take one of my pills before dinner, and another one as I'm cleaning up. The conversation at dinner that night only rev's me up even more. Alison wants to know more about what my intentions were with that hapless Imperial debutant.

“How long do you think your rogue captain would wait before he demands payment from the space princess he finds in his hold?”

“I don't know, Angel.” The fact that I know exactly what she is talking about is a pretty good indication that both of us are thinking about the same thing as we finish the stir-fry. “What do you think? Should I plunder that sweet prize right away, or let her stew for a while before I summon her to my cabin and demand payment?”

“Well, pirates would tear off her dress and **** her when they dragged her from her hiding place,” Alison breathes out softly, “but on your old freighter that poor stow-a-way isn't going anywhere.”

“So, I could let her know my intentions without any worries about her trying to run off?”

“Exactly, Mr. P.” She is starting to get excited, “You set the price for passage off the planet, and when she doesn't have the money, she'll have to pay some other way.” Alison doe-eyes lift to meet mine boldly, “If she can't satisfy your needs, you could always sell her as a sex **** on some uncivilized outer planet.”

“That's right, Angel.” I smile cruelly, “Do you think she knows that, or am I going to have to be very blunt?”

“Oh, I'm sure every Imperial girl knows the fate of beautiful young women who fall into the hands of unscrupulous men.” It is clear that Alison has carefully read the Sparrowhawk book I gave her, she's probably right about her assessment. There is a tension between the innocence and naiveté of the heroines in his books and the unspoken understanding of what will happen to them if they are taken by the dark forces that are closing in on their sheltered homes.

“All right then.” I chuckle softly, “I guess it's time for you to go change, I'll be up in a little while to collect my first payment.”

“First payment?” Her eyes widen in sudden understanding, “You're going to take her again and again, aren't you?”

“I'll do my best, Angel.” That's when I take the second pill, although the sight of her ass swaying as she heads for her rooms makes me wonder if I even need it. As you might imagine, it did not take me very long to finish putting the leftovers away and get the dishes into the dishwasher. When I enter Alison's bedroom, she is already waiting for me.

“Please, Captain.” She looks back at me nervously, “I can get the money when we get to Saro-6; I'll pay you double!” The sheer white nightgown that Alison is wearing is perfect. It looks exactly like something a virginal bride might wear on her wedding night and I am already anticipating slipping the gown from her shoulders.

“We've been over this, my dear.” I growl softly, “If I'm not paid right now, I'm not taking you to the Saro system, I'm going to jump right to the Rim and sell your pretty little ass on one of the free planets.”

“What do I have to do?” Her hands cross in front of her protectively, “I don't know anything about pleasing a man ...”

“Let's start by getting you out of this lovely nightgown.” Her arms tighten even more at my suggestion, but she doesn't back away when I approach.

“Captain, please. No man has ever seen me ...”