Long story short: white commander takes Indian woman without her will, but a man saves her. They fall in love with each other, decide to have an offspring and he breeds her. At the end she dances for him. The story: Story: the start of the 19th Century saw aggressive Western expansion into the fertile lands of the sub-continent. These imperial attitudes towards the local populace would often be hardest on the women, whose exotic nature and temperment was to be highly coveted. And so it would be no different for this young landowner, recently bereft of her parents, the only real authority that had kept the local magistrate at bay. Their bodies hardly had time to be honored before she saw signs of two columns of armed men approaching from the distance The deplorable acts left in the 'government' soldier's wake were nothing compared to what some of the more senior officers had had in mind for the estate's heiress herself. Even stationed down in Bombay, word had reached the men's ears of this soft angel of untold beauty. Flesh carved in the likeness of Vishnu herself they claimed. And with eyes as blue as midday sky. Her gaze'd be locked on the floor when the men were to have their share of the spoils. By now half the platoon was looting and the other half lay on the pillows making quick use of what pleasures of the flesh now availed to them from once happy employees. She stood bravely as the soil covered commander approached her. His frantic gaze widening as he hounded forward and began to impress his manhood upon her soft garments. Soon they were on the floor, his weight holding her down as he tried to make room between her soft thighs. She could hear him grabbing at her clothing, their fine threads just moments from yielding to this man possessed of primal need. He laughed. Mabye HE could give her a good reason to stay at home. By vio-laating her most treasured possession in the form of the eggs in her fertile womb. There would be no decency shown here by these so called civilzed, enlightend men of corrupt nobility. Had she been anyone other than the legally recognized owner of the plantation as well as the associated trading company, her fate would already have long been sealed. Regretfully to the sex hungry mob, her value went beyond her wet warmth. And Lucky Sunder knew it. Damned if it wasn't going to be yet another fierce spirit on This side of the world too. He'd just left the slings and dramas of Europe to be done with just such nonsense. And despite his new found success managing the spice routes of Darvy and Hampton, this would be a whole nother challenge entirely. Eyeing the halfnked damsel he wondered if he wouldn't regret that his level head for business would once again leave him little choice but to intervene. Tags: impregnate, impregnation fantasy, breeding, saari, Indian, desi, Indian woman, India, cosplay, curvy, natural