Meek submission

“As dainty and refined as that royal maiden was,” I smile in anticipation, “I doubt she could have fought a man twice her size.”

“No Sir, she'd have to let that coarse invader do whatever he wanted.” Riya's eyes meet mine softly, “She'd hate it, but she has no real choice.”

“Take off those Hindi silks.” I growl menacingly, “Take them off nice and slow and lay back on that bed.” I almost had her keep her clothes on for a while, after all I just had her get all dressed up, but the act of her striping for me is a powerful reminder of how little choice she had.

“Please Sir, no man has ever before seen me disrobed.” Once again Riya assumes the thick accent from before. I give her no sign that I might have mercy on her and with a soft sniffle she slowly starts slowly unwinding the saree. It takes her a few minutes to remove the four different garments that cover her, I'm sure if she wanted to, she could have done it in less than one, but I enjoy the **** slow-motion strip tease. As she reveals more and more of her flesh, I mock her dusky skin, dark brown nipples and thick black hair. Each crude comment makes the poor thing cringe, but by the time she lays back on my bed I can see the glint of moisture on her dark labia. Her hands once again creep up to her small breasts as if covering them would make me forget what they look like.

“Damn it, you little monkey, don't you dare cover them titties!” I still haven't even touched her yet, but the look of fear and surrender on her face as her hands move away has me as hard as a rock.

“That's better you brown-skinned bitch, now spread your legs and let me see your secret treasure.” Again, there is a slight pause as she considers her options, but Riya knows as well as I do that the best that poor virgin could hope for was that her captor would be gentle as he claimed his prize. Her long, smooth legs part until she is completely open, and I can see a bit of pink between her dark petals. With a grunt of excitement, I pull off my clothes until I am as naked as she. Her eyes widen as she sees my rampant soldier standing at attention and she shakes her head.

“You're too big; there's no way...” I don't know if Riya is still playing but I don't really care. This is a prime piece of Indian meat spread out for my pleasure and I intend to enjoy every bit of my new toy.

“Oh, I'll make it fit.” I chuckle as I position myself over her. “This white cock of mine is going to pop your pretty little cherry.”

“No. don't!” The only indication I have that Riya's last-minute denial might not be real is her strong accent, “I'm begging you, Sir.” It doesn't really matter, by this point I'm not about to stop and Riya is going to learn the price she has to pay for living in my house rent-free.