An of colonial power.

Riya must sense my interest because she kneels back and places her hands on her thighs before looking up at me with a slight smile on her lips.

“Are you familiar with the term 'jus primae noctis' or 'droit du seigneur' in French, Mr. Patterson?” The right for a noble to claim the virginity of any bride on his lands was something that I had indeed heard about. I remember in fact, being a little disappointed that this particular practice was probably more of a way for the feudal lords to tax the wedding party more than an actual right that the lord commonly used.

“As far as I can tell, Riya, that's more of a myth about forgotten times than actual fact.”

“Not in India, Mr. Patterson. It happened as late as the 1930's with one of our British appointed Govenor-in-Counsil in the state of Bombay.” It is a little odd to receive a history lesson from a naked woman kneeling at my feet but considering the topic perhaps it is not so improper after all.

“Wait, this Govenor showed up at weddings and demanded to sleep with the bride on her wedding night?” Riya is not even a little phased by my open skepticism.

“Well, from what I've heard, Mr. Patterson, it was usually a night or two before the actual wedding, but yes, the arrogant old geezer was there at the wedding of just about every powerful family in the Principality.”

“Holy shit.” I feel my cock twitching at the thought. “And those important families just let him bed their pampered virgin daughters?”

“Some tried to object.” Riya shakes her head sadly, “There was a prideful raj who defied the Govenor. Less than a year later, the old prince was deemed corrupt and unfit to rule. Ironically, it was his son-in-law who was appointed to take his place and the newly appointed raj's first act of fealty was to bring (his now pregnant) young wife to the colonial governor's bed.”

“And what did the young brides have to say about being pimped out like this?”

“What do you think. Mr. Patterson?” Riya snorts, “By the 20th century most high-cast families in India had figured out that the way to keep their power was to educate their children to be as Western as possible. The young women were taught at convent schools and often even went to finishing-schools in London, Paris and Switzerland before returning home to be married.”

There is a significant delay as I pull Riya back to my cock and have her suck on me as I imagine what it would be like to have been that powerful governor visiting the young bride in her room the night before her wedding. Somehow, I doubt those lovely Hindi maidens with their Western ideas and values would be as willing as my new tenant to please me like this.

“That's right, you pretty little thing.” I growl out coarsely, “Get that white cock of mine good and hard so I can pop your cherry.” Riya picks up on my change in persona and she assumes the role of the pampered young bride.

“Please Sir, I've never lain with a man before.”

“Of course not.” I laugh cruelly, “I warned your father I wanted a virgin to deflower when I came for you.”