I make her share every detail

“Please, Mr. Patterson,” Riya's precisely accented words have a noticeable tremor. “It's too embarrassing.” This objection coming after I caught her with her fingers in her cunt strikes me as curious. Apparently, for my new Indian servant, talking about her fantasies is even harder than acting on them.

“Miss Kapadia, you do not have a choice in this matter.” Years of experience as a teacher in public schools have given me lots of experience with using my voice to demand obedience. “I gather you were thinking of that Hindi maiden and the victorious Colonel who claimed her?” Her eyes lower to her lap, but her head bobs in with a tiny nod.

“Good girl,” I take a seat on the narrow bed next to her pretty feet, “I want to hear every sordid detail of this nasty fantasy of yours.”

“It's like I told you, Sir,” Riya hushed voice has lost the hokey accent. “When the Colonel and his men arrive at the defeated maharajah's palace, all the women are herded into the throne room and distributed to the men like sweetmeats.” She pulls her knees up to put a little more space between me and her. “The Raja's virgin daughter watched as one by one, her friends, her handmaidens, even her mother are awarded to the drunken victors.”

“Are they fucked right there in the throne room?” I ask probing for as many details as I can. “What do you think this princess's reaction would be when she sees all her friends and family used like whores?”

“Some of them were. The kumari was **** to watch her young cousin struggling as her slender body is bent over an alter railing and violated by a grey-haired major over three times her age.” Riya's arms wrap around her small breasts as she whispers this surprisingly specific detail. “Only after the last prize is stripped naked and led away is the princess sent to await her fate in the royal bed chambers.”

“Hmm, did she know what was going to happen to her?” Riya looked at me like I was an idiot. “Of course. She wanted to try to hide, but her mother wouldn't let her. Even before the Cavalry rode into the city, the kumari was washed, shaved and oiled in preparation for the night.”

“In that case, Miss Kapadia,” I rub my hands together in anticipation, “I think you'd better, put your fancy clothes back on and wait for me in my room.” She is still staring at me in disbelief as I leave the room, but I am pretty sure that I'll find Riya waiting for me. If not, I can certainly go find her hiding in her room.