Plunder and rapine

Unlike my lovely Indian tenant, I am not well versed in colonial British history and its subjugation of her country. I am however pretty sure that I know what a man is likely do with a frightened maiden that he has claimed as his personal spoils or war. That this young woman is the pure, untouched daughter of the Raja who fell before his lance can only add to his lust.

It is clear to Riya, that this is not going to be the romantic coupling that schoolgirls often dream of for their first times. When I reach for the silk veil covering her, she clings to it in a futile attempt to keep covered.

I am as impatient as that British adventurer must have been and with a cruel chuckle of delight, I jerk the covering from her trembling hands and Riya is gloriously naked before me.

“Damn you're fine!” In the dim light of my bedroom, I admire the sight. Riya's smooth skin is gleaming from the perspiration from her dancing and her small breasts rise and fall rapidly. She is completely shaven from her head down with no hair under her arms, legs or even on her pubic area, I wonder if she shaves every day or if she had some kind of laser hair removal to achieve that near perfect bare look. When she sees my eyes feasting on her naked body her hands move to cover herself.

“Don't look at me!” Riya's voice has switched back to that sing-songy caricature Indian accent from before. “You're a white devil; I hate you!” Earlier, the thought of wrestling with this beauty had lacked appeal, but the slow dance with the removal of more and more of her clothes has me raring to go. Riya's refusal to break from the role of the Indian princess is as close as I'm going to get to permission under the circumstances. I haven't forgotten her description of her very first masturbation session fantasizing about this very scenario, knowing that she got off on this exact **** fantasy makes what's coming next slightly less immoral.

I'm ready for her kick as I settle onto the bed, and once I've captured her first slender ankle it doesn't take long to secure the second. Riya's struggles become more panicked as I pull her open like a wishbone but in spite of her toned body, I outweigh her by over sixty pounds and have the advantage of both height and leverage. She protests both in her heavily accented English and a foreign language that can only be Marathi, but with her ankles held firmly apart and above her, there is little she can do to stop me from settling between her slender thighs.

Once I have her pinned down, I am **** to release my hold on her legs because her small hands rake dangerously at my eyes. Only by grabbing the wrists covered with over a dozen the jingling bracelets am I able to keep from serious damage to my face. I get her hands pinned to the mattress above her head and now her legs kick wildly as she tries to break free. Her heels beat weakly on my back, but I am in complete control. I take the time to lick at her neck tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with the exotic musk of her golden caramel skin.

“You taste good for a dirty Hindi bitch,” I mock her, “and you're not as hairy as other native apes.” This brings on another round of **** struggles and verbal ****, but if anything, the feeling of her slender body wiggling under mine only has the effect of enflaming my desire to possess her.

I try not to think about how excited it makes me to pin her down like this with her legs spread open and her hands held high above her head. On numerous occasions I played these kinds of **** games with Alison and with each step I got more and more comfortable with playing the role of the ruthless man forcing myself on his helpless victim. Judging by this very first encounter with my newest tenant I'm pretty sure this is a trend that is going to continue.

“You need to learn your place in this new world order, my little cinnamon raja.” I growl into her delicate ear, biting the tender lobe between my teeth hard enough to make her whimper. “Your skinny brown body is mine to use. Go ahead and fight me though, it will only make your surrender that much sweeter in the end.”