I enjoy the fight

With a defiant grunt, Riya headbutts me. I think she was aiming for my nose, but I am able to turn my face enough that her forehead glances off my cheek. It's not pleasant but considering what I'm planning to do to my prize, I guess it's only fair. There is no question in my mind that given enough time that I will overpower her stubborn resistance; not that I mind the fact that she refuses to just lay back and let me take her. What fun would a **** fantasy be if the victim doesn't put up a fight?

I quickly realize that unless I can free at least one of my hands I'll never be able to finish what I started. We wrestle in silence for another minute until I am able to grip both her slender wrists together in my left hand. A section of Riya's thick hair about as thick as my finger makes a decent rope to twist tightly around her wrists and it is long enough that I am able to wrap four full loops and still have a handful left to hold. With this one hand I can effectively control both her head and hands leaving the other hand free to push down my khakis and boxers. With this last layer of clothing pushed away I am able to press my erection against the warm flesh of her firm belly.

“Shiva damn you.” Riya spits in my face as she renews her struggles. “I pray to the gods rot your manhood like an overripe mango and that your balls shrivel up and fall off!” I have long ago given up any fear of a supreme deity, and I very much doubt the Englishman enjoying the spoils of victory cared much about the subcontinent's Hindi protectors either.

“Maybe eventually, but not before I've made you squeal.” I grin as I use my free hand to find the tight slit between Riya's smooth thighs. Riya is as wet and hot as I expected after all this 'foreplay' and she's tight. So tight. I've only got the tip of my finger in and already I can feel her squeeze me like a pair of vice grips. This is going to be good! There is something primal about the urge to celebrate a victory over a vanquished foe by fucking their wives and daughters. Don't get me wrong, I know that in modern times this is a clear war crime, but for tens of thousands of years this was the norm. What better way to establish your dominance then planting your seed in the fertile wombs of the defeated?

“Stop wiggling, you Hindi monkey.” I growl as I hook my arm under her knee and pull it up until it is almost parallel to her torso.” Without restraints to hold it there I know she's going to pull it down the moment I release it, but it feels good to have her stretched open like this and I can now grind my throbbing erection hard against her loins.

It's time. As predicted, Riya's leg resumes its thrashing when I move my arm, but in that brief moment I have time to grab my cock and press its head between her pussy lips. Now Riya's squirming works against her because each tiny movement allows me to ease a tiny fraction deeper.

“I hate you!” Riya gasps, no longer as openly defiant. “You invaded my homeland, overthrew my father and now you're ruining me.” Her rant pauses when she feels me reach the tighter ring blocking me; this is how you shut a whining bitch up!

Riya's not quiet when I thrust down as hard as I can. She squeals loudly in shock and pain and her back arches up as my cock rips her open and filling her like no man ever has before. She may be crying out in pain, but I feel only absolute pleasure. So hot, so wet and oh so tight, I pull back and slam down again forcing myself even deeper into my new toy. Another cry of pain, this one not quite as sharp as the first, reminds me that I am the first man to claim this beauty and the feeling of power and domination is the most amazing aphrodisiac in the world.

“Take it!” I grunt. “Take my fucking cock you brown monkey!”

In the porn I read, the victorious warrior subjugating his captured virgin almost always unlocks in the woman a fundamental feminine desire to be mastered followed by a shameful orgasmic climax and her ultimate surrender. As unrealistic as this might sound to our modern thinking, it is still one hell of a sexual fantasy. The problem is that I can't hold off much longer, and I'm just not sure how quickly I can bring her to this desired climax.