It is after all, her fantasy

“Get away from me you jackal!” Her accent is so thick that it takes me a fraction of a second to understand what she's saying. She takes advantage of my momentary confusion to clamber off the bed and wrap the silk scarf around her waist. “You cannot be here. No man can!” It's not exactly permission, but by continuing to speak with that fake voice Riya is asking for everything she's going to get.

Two long steps take me all the way across the tiny room, and I grab the protesting girl by her thick black hair and jerk her against my chest.

“Shut up you colored whore.” There is neither hesitation nor mercy in my tone, and I pull her head back forcefully, baring her neck and bosom like a vampire might do to his prize. “You bloody Hindi sluts are all the same, you protest and fight in the beginning, but once I get my English cock in your tight brown cunts you change your tune easily enough.”

“I'm hardly like those village girls you redcoats play with.” Riya's tone takes on a more imperious tone. “I am the kumari of this kingdom, you wouldn't dare!” My hand covers her small breast squeezing and twists it roughly until she whimpers.

“You are exactly like any other Mathi ape.” I growl coarsely, “Why do you think I had your hairy body shaved and oiled? Why do you think you are here in these bedchambers?” I can feel her toned body tremble in my grip, and her pride starts to crumble.