Alison resists, Riya helps hold her

“Get away from me, Lieutenant Patterson!” Judging by sharpness of Alison's tone and the way her arms cover her breast hiding them from my view, I deduce that these two are not just going to lay back and let me use them. “You're a traitorous blackheart!”

“Hush, Mistress ...” Riya's hands reach out to comfort Alison, her accent is once again that of an uneducated village girl. “Do not anger the Sahib.”

“Be quiet, girl!” Alison's anger switches to her 'maid'. “This weasel is the reason the city fell without even a fight.”

“Please, Ma'am.” Riya tries once again. “He is the new Desai of Surat Harbor, Mistress.” Alison looks at me with a mixture of contempt and derision. This young American bride doesn't know who she's dealing with.

“That's right my dear Mrs. Miller.” I insert myself into the conversation even as I start unbuttoning my cuffs. “Things are going to be different now that I'm in charge.” With my shirt off I softly brush her blonde hair with my fingers. “Starting with your new role as my personal bed warmer.” Alison's big eyes widen even more when she hears what my intentions for her are. I can just imagine what a young wife separated from her husband by the chaos of war might think if she heard that she was going to spend the next twenty years of her life as a sex toy for some sick old pervert.

“You're a disgusting scoundrel!” I am ready for her hand when it comes flying towards my face and twist it behind her back without too much trouble. “No!” Gone is the bluster and bravado, now her voice has turned to panic when she feels my fingers pinching her little pink nipples. “Don't touch me!”

“Oh, I'm going to do much more than touch you, Mrs. Miller.”

“Wait!” Alison changes tactics, perhaps deciding that she may be able to save herself by giving a different target for my lust. “If you want a girl to use, take her!” She points to Riya with her free hand and the pretty Indian exchange student looks at me in alarm. Under normal circumstances, I imagine that traitorous officer might be more than a little tempted to fuck a pretty brown-skinned native girl like Riya, but not this time.

“I'm the fucking Governer Muckety-muck of this whole squalid port, Mrs. Miller. If I wanted to bang me a brownie, I could have fifty of them sent to my rooms tonight. What I want is sweet, creamy-white pastry like you to wet my prick on.”

“You wouldn't dare!” Her long pale legs start kicking out frantically and I turn to Riya for help.

“Hold her!” I snap and to my delight my newest tenant jumps in to hold the former.

“Are you going to use her, Sahib?” Riya asks her eyes glittering with excitement. “De ol' Captain, he been gone now over two months, Sir. Mistress, she have no man between her legs dat whole time.”

Already, I can feel Alison's squirming turn from struggles to something a lot more needy, and my cock is starting to strain against my trousers. It's been a while since I had a chance to have sex with Alison and fucking her while Riya helped hold her down would add a whole new element to the fun.