I look at Alex. He actually takes a step back from me."What?" I snap at him."You just look pissed." I am." He's silent for what seems like a long time... Then he comes over and kneels in front of me."Sir, that's like my job, right?" What is?" You need an outlet, you use me."I glare at him. I have abused our relationship in the past but that's the exception not the rule. "Alex. You are not a punching bag. What the fuck, you think I like hittin' you? Shit, I hope ta hell every time I do it, it's. I withdraw from her, then slam back into her, her pussy swallows me without any problem and she utters a short, choked cry.I keep going, again, and again, and my very expensive dress slacks are pooled in the muck and grime of the alley and I couldn't care less. If I stop fucking her I'm going to die. My bare skin slaps wetly, loudly, against her ass.I grope at the front of her dress and somehow get it down and off her breasts. There's some sort of contraption there, I think it's called a. "The terms he offered were simple--spend the next twenty years of my life in prison or spend five years as a Doll on the Pleasure Grid. "With your pretty face and tight little body, you'll do very well." he said. He didn't stop smiling once during our conversation. "Some popular Dolls even stay on after their contracts end because they can start charging good money."I didn't think too hard. I took the pen he offered and wrote my name on the dotted line. The next day, he signed me out and drove. I knew this because until I proclaimed myself a slave in the House ofAbdul Hamid, I had been one of those very same Free Women who had lookeddown on slave-girls as something less than them.But now I wore a locked collar around my throat, and slave papers hadbeen lodged pertaining to my ownership. I was, in a legal sense, now aslave-girl on the planet Gor, belonging to the hateful Seremides.This was supposed to be merely an elaborate deception, but so farSeremides had been treating me as if I.