India Story
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A man's life-long dream to visit India turned out even better than he dared hope . . . 


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This is a story I recently wrote on commission. If you like my writing style
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"Aren't you lucky that I'm allowing you to worship my feet this way?" the
beautiful olive skinned woman asked.

"Yes, Mistress Kareena," her worshipful servant replied.

"Be sure to give my feet a thorough tongue bath," she commanded.

"Yes, Mistress Kareena."

"I mean it; I want you to suck each of my cute little toes and lick between
each of them as well." Kareena said this as if it was no less than her due.

"Whatever you say will be done, Mistress Kareena," her lover responded.

Kareena was an exceptionally beautiful woman from India, a country known for
its beautiful women. She was 5'4", 127 pounds with dark eyes, long black hair
and an olive, almost brown, skin tone. She had the most beautiful face that
Chris had ever seen with enchanting eyes, a celestial nose and full lips that
were begging to be kissed.

Kareena's sexy body was a miracle unto itself. She had a long, swan like neck
that would put Audrey Hepburn to shame. She had sexy and surprisingly broad
shoulders for such an otherwise delicate looking and feminine woman. Her
breasts would not qualify her to be the ideal Hooters waitress, but they were
firm, very nicely shaped and perfectly proportioned to her overall form which
could easily qualify as one of the great wonders of the world. Her slim, flat
stomach was typically uncovered by the traditional saris she wore. Of course
her adorable bottom was covered, but there was no way for the flimsy silk to
hide its lovely roundness and firmness.

Her slim but toned arms were also exposed. One thing that Chris would not have
been quick to notice on most women struck him right away about Kareena. She
had very slender and delicate looking wrists and hands with long elegant
fingers. He longed to feel those fingers caressing his body. He wanted to know
their touch.

Her longs legs which were usually covered could only be guessed at, but the
clues indicated that they were long and toned like her arms. When Chris was
finally given the honor of seeing them unadorned they more than lived up to
his quite active imagination.

Lurking under the red and blue (her favorite color combination) saris she wore
were her exquisite sandaled feet. Chris quickly became obsessed with catching
glimpses of them whenever he could. The sexy toes that peeked out were just as
cute as Kareena said they were. Now that Chris had been given the opportunity
to worship them with his lips and tongue, he knew that he would gladly beg and
grovel for the chance to do so again.

"Has anyone ever told you that you worship feet very well?" asked Kareena.

"No, Mistress Kareena, but that's not surprising since I've never worshipped
anyone else's feet before," Chris replied.

"So you are just naturally gifted at it then?"

"If I am Mistress, it's because you inspire me so."

"Ah, yes, and what is it about me that you find so inspiring?" the gorgeous
Indian princess asked her American lover.

"Many things," Chris answered between licks and kisses.

"For example . . . " Kareena said. Chris knew that she was fishing for
compliments. He also knew that that his compliments better not disappoint his
mistress. Even though he'd only known Kareena or a few days, he knew enough to
know that disappointing her could be ... unhealthy.

"Your great beauty, My Mistress," Chris began.

"But surely a handsome and successful man like you has been with other
beautiful women."

"None as beautiful as you - not even close," Chris said sincerely.

"That's a good answer, and yet you said 'many things' inspire you to worship
at my feet. What else?"

"I find your confidence and cool manner intoxicating, Mistress," Chris
explained.

"Annnnd," Kareena coaxed.

"And your sexual appeal overwhelming," Chris continued, "It goes beyond my
mere sense of sight. You assault my other four senses just as powerfully. I
love the sound of you liquid cool voice, the feel of your smooth skin, the
taste of your luscious lips . . . even your natural body odor makes my body
tingle with erotic anticipation."

"And yet I think that there is one other thing - one thing that excites you
more than any of my other qualities put together. There is one more thing that
makes you long to - NEED to - get down on your hands and knees and worship at
my feet. Isn't there?"

"Yes, Mistress Kareena, of course there is."

"And what is that?" Kareena asked even though she and Chris both knew that she
already knew the answer.

"It's your s-s-strength, My Mistress, your awesome, incredible, irresistible
s-s-trength," Chris stammered.

"Your voice trembles, Chris; is that from desire or fear?"

"Both, My Mistress." It was true. Despite the fact that Chris is six feet
tall, weighs one hundred and eighty pounds and is in very good shape for a man
of twenty-eight, he was scared of the five foot four, one hundred and
twenty-seven pound delicate beauty. It only made sense since she was many
times stronger than him. Compared to her amazing power, Chris was like a small
child.

"So you ARE scared by my strength?" Kareena asked.

"Yes, My Mistress," but Chris was quick to add, "But I'm even more turned on
by it."

Kareena reached down and without strain picked Chris up in her strong arms. As
she held him in a cradle hold she put her lush lips to his and kissed him very
deeply. "You don't need to fear me," she reassured him. "I am very fond of
you, and would never use my super strength against you as I did those street
thugs earlier today."

Chris leaned in and kissed his mistress on the lips again. "Thank you for
telling me, Mistress Kareena."

"I would never use my super strength against you," she repeated, "Unless you
did something to displease me."

"I-I'll try not to, Mistress Kareena," he promised.

Earlier that day . . . .

As Chris and Kareena walked hand-in-hand down a busy street in Mumbai he could
hardly keep from pitching himself. At the same time, he was careful NOT to
because if he was dreaming he sure as hell did not want to wake up. It was a
miracle as far as he was concerned that an American tourist to India like
himself could meet a native beauty like Kareena, and that they could hit it
off so well so fast.

As far as Chris was concerned, Kareena was the most beautiful girl in the
world. He could hardly believe that just a couple a days ago he didn't even
know her, and now she had agreed to travel with him and act as his guide to
India. What was even more unbelievable was that she seemed to be almost as
attracted to him and he was to her.

As they walked along the crowded thoroughfare Chris could hardly keep his
thoughts on the many sites and sounds of India's largest city. Just the feel
of Kareena's fragile hand in his was enough to lull him into a dreamy stupor.

As he looked over and their eyes locked she must have been feeling much the
same because when Chris looked up again, they had somehow wandered off the
main thoroughfare onto a dark, secluded, dead end alley. Before they had a
chance to make their way back their path was blocked by five unsavory looking
thugs - and India is home to the original thugs.

The leader of the gang of five advised Chris and Kareena to remain cool. "All
we want is your valuables," he explained as calmly as if he were a waiter
describing today's specials. If it had just been the leader, Chris would have
fought his way out. His six foot, one hundred and eighty pound frame was
almost five inches and at least forty pounds greater than the mongoose-faced
gang leader.

Unfortunately, the other four members of the gang looked significantly more
formidable. Two of them were significantly larger than Chris. One was around
6'2" and weighted around 220 pounds. The other was at least 6'4" and must have
weighted 250. They were muscular and both were armed with wooden cricket bats.
A third thug was about the same size and weight as Chris, but had the look of
someone who had been in more than his share of street fights. He was armed
with a knife. The fourth mugger was not too much bigger than the leader, but
he was armed with a chain, and he looked like he knew how to use it.

Chris stepped in front of Kareena and pulled out his wallet. "Look, here's my
money; I have almost 15,000 rupees on me." Most of his money was locked up in
the safe in his hotel room. "You can have it all if you don't hurt her. And
just let us be on our way."

"No they can't!" Kareena protested, "Chris, don't give your money to this
trash!" As she said this she stepped out from behind him.

Chris didn't want to look like a coward in front of Kareena. He wanted to
impress and protect her. Unfortunately, he could not think of any way out of
this situation that did not involve either paying them off or experiencing a
lot of pain, a long stay in the hospital or death. Given those options, paying
them off seemed like small enough sacrifice.

He turned to her and said, "But, Kareena, the money isn't important. The
important thing is that you don't get hurt." He really meant this.

"You're very sweet to worry about me, Chris, but I assure you that these . .
these street rats are no threat to me whatsoever."

The thug leader spoke up, "What? Do you think we won't hurt you because you're
a woman?"

Kareena looked back at him with contempt. "No, panchama, I sure that you have
no such scruples. But whether you want to or not, you will not hurt me."

"And why is that?" mongoose-face asked.

"Because I will not allow it," Kareena said calmly and with confidence. This
caused the five gang muggers to snicker and snort disdainfully.

"Please, Kareena, let me handle this," Chris pleaded.

"I'm sorry. You're a dear man, but this situation calls for a strong woman."
As Chris wondered what that meant, Kareena calmly started walking towards the
gang of hooligans. Chris could not help but think how soft and feminine
Kareena looked in the traditional blue and red sari she was wearing. He could
not help but be mesmerized by the hypnotic sway of her womanly hips and her
tight, firm ass which was all the more accentuated by her tiny exposed waist.
Even her sandal covered feet - ESPECIALLY her feet - turned him on.

Kareena walked up to the gang leader and said, "I'm giving you one more chance
to leave us alone."

Even though he was a relatively short man, he was still tall enough to look
down at Kareena. He smirked and said, "You're beautiful; I'll give you that.
Why don't you ditch the white boy, and I'll use some of his money to show you
a good time. Isn't that why you're with him anyway?"

Kareena sighed and said, "Don't say I didn't warn you." She brushed the gang
leader with the back of her hand as casually as one might swat a fly - and fly
he did! He sailed almost ten feet though the air until he slammed hard against
one of the brick walls on the side of the alley.

For a few seconds the other four gang members stared in stunned silence. Then
the two biggest would-be-thieves began to circle Kareena. They gripped their
bats tightly with both hands looking for the best place to strike her. They
seemed nonplused by the fact that Kareena stood with her hands on her shapely
hips and made no attempt to defend herself.

Finally, the biggest one lifted his bat and came down with it as hard as he
could straight at Kareena's head. At the last possible second, she reached up
and snatched the bat out of his strong grip. She lifted it over her head with
her arms at both ends and effortlessly snapped it in two.

Then she smiled sweetly at the large man. Despite his being a foot taller than
her and outweighing her by more than one hundred and ten pounds, he knew that
he'd seriously fouled up.

In one swift motion, Kareena grabbed his right arm and pulled him down and
towards her. At the same time she brought up her foot and kicked him in his
stomach. Kareena was clearly holding back. Chris realized later that if she
had unleashed even half of her full strength against any of these hapless
evildoers that she would have easily killed them. Even holding back, the power
of her kick was enough to launch the huge criminal over the heads of the other
two gang members. He landed unconscious and hard in the alley behind them.

"Hey! That was my brother!" the other bat holder protested.

Kareena shrugged her broad, sexy shoulders. "He should have known better than
to go up against a much stronger opponent."

"But that's not fair!"

"Why not?" Kareena asked clearly enjoying herself.

"Well . . Because you're a girl!" the goon pointed out.

Kareena did a graceful pirouette and swayed her sexy hips seductively. Then
she stood at a slight angle to her opponent so that he could get the clearest
view of her inviting feminine curves. "Yes, I am a girl - obviously - and I am
also much stronger than you or your stupid brother. Much, much stronger. In
fact, if your brother was awake right now, I would show you that I'm much
stronger than both of you put together."

"But that's impossible!"

"No, Foolish One, it is quite possible. To prove it to you, I will give you a
free shot at me," Kareena said.

"A free shot? Really?" he asked.

"Yes, but after you hit me, I get to hit you back. Agreed?"

"Yes," the foolish one agreed. He stepped up to Kareena and pulled back his
bat as far as he could. His muscles grew tight as he prepared to swing.

Meanwhile Chris was watching this drama unfold before him. He could hardly
believe his eyes. Part of him still wanted to protect Kareena - to run in
front of her and save her from the hard blow that was coming her way. However,
he was spellbound by Kareena's supreme confidence that nothing the large
gorilla did to her could hurt her. He was so captivated by her confidence that
he could feel his dick getting hard. Somehow, as improbable as this seemed,
Chris trusted that Kareena knew what she was doing. For better or worse, he
had to know the truth.

The criminal batsman came forward with his wooden club. The force of his swing
was such that the air seemed to shatter. But when the blunt object came into
contact with Kareena's powerful body, it was the bat's turn to shatter.
Instantly the wooden club was splintered into a thousand toothpicks.

"Now it is my turn to hit you, Foolish One" Kareena said in an unruffled
girlish voice.

Though he might have been foolish, he was not idiotic enough to simply stand
there and take a punch from someone who was clearly much stronger than him.
Like all bullies, he was a coward at heart, and so he fell to his knees and
began to beg for his life. He clasped his hands in front of him as if he was
praying to the powerful goddess before him.

"It is appropriate that you prostate yourself before me like this. It is more
appropriate that you will ever know," Kareena observed.

"Please, don't hit me," the big man begged. "I'll do whatever you say, only
please don't hit me."

"But we had a deal. I lived up to my part, now be a man and live up to yours,"
Kareena scolded

"Please, let me go. I-I promise that I'll never rob anyone ever again."

"Mmmmmm, I don't know . . . ." Kareena looked as if she was considering this
offer.

As she was thinking about it, the gang member with the knife decided he'd had
enough. He suddenly rushed Kareena with the blade raised over his head and
attempted to stab her. "Attempted" is the key word because, again, in one
swift motion, Kareena grabbed her assailant's upraised hand as it came down
towards her and unceremoniously threw him backwards over her head ten feet off
the ground.

The knife-wielding attacker was traveling fast as he flew over Chris's head.
Chris could see the terrified look on his face. When he heard the dull thud of
"Mack the Knife" hitting the wall behind him he thought to himself, "She must
have thrown him almost twenty-five feet! He'll be lucky if he didn't break any
bones. Serves the prick right!"

When Kareena looked back down at the foolish one at her feet, he had rolled
himself into a ball and was whimpering, "Please, don't hurt me, please, don't
hurt me."

Kareena reached down with one hand and picked the large man up by the back of
his shirt. She was holding him straight out with her outstretched arm. "Did
you mean what you said about never robbing anyone again if I let you go
unharmed, Foolish One?" she asked.

"Y-yes, I swear it," he said, his voice almost hysterical.

"Very well; I'm going to let you go, but if you are lying to me, I'll find
out, and I will hunt you down and break both of your arms and legs. Is that
understood?"

"Yes, yes, I understand," he said. Kareena then dropped him into the dirt of
the alley below. The foolish one (as he would forever be known to Kareena and
Chris) was so grateful that he got on his hands and knees and kissed Kareena's
sandaled feet. "Thank you, Great One, thank you for showing m-mercy."

"BEGONE!" Kareena commanded, and the foolish one jumped to his feet and ran
away. True to his word, he never robbed another living soul. He doubted
whether or not Kareena really had the wherewithal to find out whether or not
he did, but he was much too scared to risk it.

Kareena looked around and said, "Where's the other one?" She was talking about
the thug with the chain.

Chris was so awestruck that he could barely speak. He managed to say, "Uh, he
ran off right after the cricket paddle shattered."

"Oh,' said Kareena, "It's nice to know that at least one of them was smart
enough to know what's good for him." She walked over and picked up the chain
that he had apparently dropped in his haste to escape.

Kareena walked back to where Chris was standing. As she did he noticed that
she was casually shredding he iron chain to bits as if it were made of paper.
"Are you alright?" she asked Chris.

Meanwhile the leader of the gang - the one with the mongoose face - woke up.
Without Chris or Kareena noticing, he staggered to his feet and pulled a gun
he had stashed in the waistband of his pants. Carefully he aimed it was
Kareena's back.

Chris looked over just as the gang leader was squeezing the trigger. He
shouted "Noooo!" and bravely stepped in front of Kareena a second before the
gun fired. Kareena reacted much too quickly for Chris to follow her actions,
but she managed to reach in front of him and snatch the bullet out of the air
before it hit him.

She then got between the gunman and Chris. She dramatically opened her hand
and dropped the spent bullet in front of her. The gunman shot five more times
before running out of ammo. Each bullet hit Kareena. None of them left so much
as a scratch on her. Out of desperation, the gunman threw his empty revolver
at her. Kareena caught it with one hand and without the slightest show of
strain crushed the handgun into a steel ball.

Kareena looked at the assailant with fire in her eyes. "You've made a grave
mistake, Little Man," she said as she slowly began walking towards him. He
flattened himself against brick alley wall almost as if he hoped that somehow
he could fade into it. The look of panic on his face was the most terrible and
terrified that Chris had ever seen.

Kareena threw a punch at him that surely would have taken his head off if he
hadn't managed to duck below it. As it was, she punched a hole right through
the wall shattering a number of bricks to dust. He fell to his knees and began
begging for his life much as the foolish one had done before. However, Kareena
was no longer in the mood to show mercy. It was bad enough that this miscreant
had tried to kill her, but he had almost succeeded in killing Chris.

However, Kareena was no cold blooded killer. She told Chris to leave the alley
and wait for her on the busy street just beyond. Chris did as he was told.
Once alone, Kareena made sure that the gang leader would never have the
ability to hold a gun with his right hand again. Then, just in case he was
ambidextrous, she crushed every bone in his left hand as well. Just for good
measure she broke both his legs as well.

Chris could hear his screams over the loud street noises of the crowded Mumbai
boulevard.

When she rejoined Chris she could see that he was very shaken up by their
ordeal. "Why don't we go back to the hotel now," she suggested. Chris agreed
that this would be a good idea.

As they walked back to the hotel in silence, Chris recalled how they'd just
met two days before. It was the first full day of his dream vacation to India.
He was still adjusting to "India time" while he sat in an outdoor caf' in
India's capital New Delhi enjoying the local cuisine.

This trip to India was a fulfillment of a life-long dream for Chris. He first
became fascinated with India as a small child when he saw the Disney animated
version of The Jungle Book. This led him to read the original Kipling Mowgli
stories a few years later. This in turn led him to read many of Kipling's
other novels, short stories and poems involving the Indian subcontinent.

While some consider Kipling's views racist today, what captured Chris's
interest was his obvious love for this region of the world. Through the magic
of literature and though he'd never been to India personally, Chris came to
love the subcontinent as well. Through the years he read and studies
everything he could.

However, with his lower middle class upbringing, Chris could never afford to
travel to India. However, he resolved at a young age that before he was thirty
he would. He further resolved that when he did make it to India he would do it
right. Nothing less than a month's visit would suffice.

Fortunately, Chris discovered that in addition to his near obsession for all
things Indian, he also had a talent for computer graphics. This landed him a
job with Archer Games, an up-and-coming video games company, right out of
college. His talent was such that by the time he was twenty-six he the chief
concept artist for the company.

By the time he was twenty-eight, he saved up enough money for his dream
vacation to India. He made a very nice living so he saved up enough so that
money would not stop him from enjoying his visit to India no matter where or
how he decided to spend his time there.

To be sure, Margaret Archer, the CEO of Archer Games, did not want to let
Chris leave for an entire month. "It's out of the question; your much too
valuable to the company," she said.

She had a point. He was the most valuable employee of the company and one of
the main reasons for their success. However Chris pointed out that he had not
taken a vacation in over six years and that he had more than enough vacation
days saved up. When this still didn't persuade Margaret, Chris used his trump
card.

"If I'm too valuable to the company for you to let me leave for a month, then
surely I'm too valuable to lose altogether." Chris's desire to visit India was
so great that he was willing to walk away from his high paying job if
necessary. Margaret reluctantly gave in.

So as Chris sat on that sidewalk in New Delhi and ate his tandoori chicken he
ran through the checklist in his head of the things he wanted to do while in
India. There were many places he wanted to visit such as the Virupakaksha
Temple in the city of Hampi, the Harmandir Sahib better known as the Golden
Temple in Amrisar and, of course the Ajanta Caves. However, it was important
for him to travel without a set itinerary. He wanted to do more than just
travel; he wanted to truly absorb the subcontinent, and he only had one month.

He did have a list of seven places/undertakings he was determined to
experience while in India. This was his "must do" list. In no particular order
he wanted to visit the Taj Mahal in Agra, bathe in the sacred waters of the
upper Ganges River, watch the filming of a elaborate musical dance number of
an actual Bollywood movie, ride an elephant, spend the night at the 5 Star
Lake Palace Hotel, see Kangchenjunga, India's highest mountain peak, and visit
Kanha National Park where he would (hopefully) catch a glimpse of a tiger in
the wild.

There was one other thing that Chris hoped to experience while in India, but
this thing was such a long-shot that he barely dared to even think about it.
He wanted to fall in love with a beautiful Indian princess. As part of his
fascination with India, he came to consider the women of India to be the most
beautiful in the world.

He wasn't merely interested in sex with a beautiful Indian woman (although he
would not necessarily turn it down either). THAT was not so farfetched. After
all, he was a handsome American tourist with a lot of money to spend. He was
savvy enough to know that a lot of women would find that attractive.

Chris secretly longed for something more. He wanted to truly fall in love with
a beautiful Indian woman. THIS, he knew, was much more unrealistic. He had a
life back in America and commitments there that he was not easily willing to
give up. He assumed that most women worth falling in love with in India would
have the same. He also wasn't the kind of man to lead some poor woman on with
empty promises just to get her in the sack.

Just as he determined that it was better off to put such thoughts out of his
head altogether, he caught his first glimpse of Kareena. She was sitting at
another table with two other women about her age. All three of them were
incredibly beautiful, but even among other beautiful women, Kareena stood out
as something special.

Love at first site is not strong enough to describe the moment that Chris
first spied Kareena. It was as if he instantly knew that his entire life had
led up to this exact moment. Chris was not the kind of guy to approach strange
women on the street, but the quiet voice that normally would have talked him
out of it was drowned out by his raging libido screaming "GO TALK TO THIS
WOMAN. GO NOW! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?"

He was pretty sure that none of the women had seen him since they were very
involved talking to each other. So he quickly finished his food and paid the
waiter. Then he got up and, making sure to give the ladies' table a wide berth
he sneaked around and approached the caf' from the opposite direction as if he
was just walking up to it.

He walked over the table where the three Indian beauties were sitting and
said, "Pardon me ladies, but I'm a visitor to your country, and I was
wondering if you could recommend a dish for me to order at this lovely caf'.

Two of the women looked at him as if he was a bug that they had either just
stepped on or would like to. Fortunately the third one - the one that turned
out to be Kareena - smiled and him and said, "Why? Didn't you like the
tandoori chicken you just finished?"

Chris was embarrassed to find out that he'd been caught. On the other hand, he
was encouraged to discover that not only had the object of his desire noticed
him, but she noticed him enough to even know what he'd been eating.

"Oh, well THIS is embarrassing," Chris said with charming (he hoped) school
boy contrition. "I'm sorry for the intrusion, ladies, and for the subterfuge,
but when I saw three such charming women together on the first day of my visit
to your country, I just had to come over and introduce myself. I'm Chris."

One of the women said to the other two in Hindi, "Why doesn't this barbarian
leave us alone?"

Another one answered her in their native tongue, "I suppose he thinks that we
enjoy being harassed by strangers in the street."

The third one - Kareena - smiled and said, "Well, I think he's cute."

Chris spoke to the three women in perfect Hindi, "Pardon me, Ladies, I had no
wish to offend."

Kareena continued to smile at Chris. The other two women continued glaring at
him. She said to Chris in English, "I'm Kareena, Chris, and these are my two
sisters Aadhya and Baljeet." The sisters were all wearing traditional Saris.
Aadhya's sari was green and gold, Baljeet was wearing turquoise and magenta,
and Kareena looked absolutely radiant in blue and red.

"You're an American aren't you, Chris?" Kareena asked.

"Did my accent give me away?" he asked.

"Yes, that and the fact that only an American would be so rude as to approach
the table of three unaccompanied women and blatantly try to deceive them,"
Aadhya replied.

"And yet be so charming about it," Kareena added encouragingly.

"Mmmmmm," Baljeet chimed in clearly not convinced about the 'charming' part.
"Someone should teach you manners, young man," she said as if she was
volunteering for the job.

"Pardon me again if I offended you," Chris repeated. "That was not at all my
intension. I'm sorry that I interrupted your lunch," Chris said as he
reluctantly turned to walk away.

"Wait," Kareena cried out. When Chris turned around she asked him, "Do you
believe in fate, Chris?"

"Fifteen minutes ago I would have said, 'Absolutely not'. Now? I'm pretty sure
I do."

"I like that answer, Chris. That's why I will allow you to be my escort to
dinner tonight. After dinner, I will show you some of the sites of our city.
Would you like that, Chris?"

"It would be my great honor," Chris replied sincerely with a slight bow.
Kareena gave Chris the details concerning where and when, and Chris walked
away hardly believing his luck. He knew right away that in addition to her
great beauty, he liked Kareena's take charge attitude

Kareena led Chris to the finest, most expensive restaurant in New Delhi that
night, ordered the most expensive items on the menu for both of them and then
generously allowed Chris to pay.

Chris would gladly have spent twice what he paid for an evening with the
beautiful and dazzling Kareena. He told her all about the allure that India
had over him beginning with The Jungle Book.

"The Jungle Book is it? Perhaps I should call you Mowgli then? Or better
still, why don't I call you Little Frog." Kareena suggested.

"I've never been much for nicknames," Chris responded, "Please, call me
Chris."

"Very well; Chris it is," laughed Kareena.

"Besides, why would you call me 'Little' when I'm so much bigger than you?"
Chris wondered out loud.

"It's true that you are taller than me and outweigh me significantly, but
there are other ways for me to be bigger than you," Kareena said mysteriously.

Chris wondered what she meant by this but decided not to pursue it. He
suggested that they leave the restaurant at this point and go for a walk.
Kareena agreed.

The two walked and talked, stopping at different places to take in this site
or that. Chris wanted so much to take Kareena's hand - to feel the warmth of
her hand in his. However, as much as he knew about Indian culture, he was not
sure what would be appropriate in a situation like this. In some ways Kareena
seemed quite innocent and old fashioned, and yet in other ways she seemed very
confident and knowledgeable in the ways of the world.

They talked about all of the things that Chris hoped to see and do during his
time in India. It made Chris feel vulnerable knowing that after knowing
Kareena for only a matter of hours, he would have gladly given up all his
other plans if only she would ask him to stay close to her for the next month.

Then something even better happened. Somehow the idea came up that he should
have a personal tour guide of India - a native to show him "the real India".
Before he knew what hit him, Kareena had volunteered for the job! It was
agreed that Chris would pay all the expenses and that they would stay in
separate hotel rooms, but that for the next month, Kareena would accompany
him.

Chris was ecstatic. It was at this point - after the broad details had been
worked out - that Kareena reached over and took Chris's hand. As much as he
longed earlier for the feel of her long, fine fingers wrapped around his meaty
paws, the actual experience exceeded his expectations. Later when he tried to
describe the feeling the first time he they held hands, all he could say was,
"It felt . . . right. It just felt right."

The only downside to Kareena agreeing to travel with Chris was that it meant
that they had to cut their date short so that Kareena could go home and pack
for the trip. When Chris walked her to her door, she gently put her hand
behind his head and pulled it into her for a long and lingering kiss.

Chris walked away that night hoping that eventually their two hotel rooms
would be reduced to one.

Back at Chris's Hotel room . . . .

"I suppose that you have a few questions for me," suggested Kareena.

"How? How could you take care of those muggers so easily?"

"Perhaps I should have told you before, but I wasn't sure how you'd take it. I
am strong, Chris, I am very, very strong. I'm much, much stronger than any
man," Kareena explained.

"But . . why? How could you be that strong?" he asked.

"Do you know who Goddess Durga is, Chris?"

"Of course; she's a Hindu goddess also known as Mother Goddess. Her name means
'the invincible'. She rides a big cat - sometimes a lion, sometimes a tiger -
and is the protector of the righteous and destroyer of the evil," Chris said
almost as if he was reciting text.

"Correct," Kareena said, slightly surprised. "There is a legend in my family
that approximately two thousand years ago, the Mother Goddess wished to know
what it was like to lie with a mortal man. She hid her many extra arms under
her sari and searched the Earth for a kind man on which to bestow her gifts.
She chose a man named Amalesh to be with. She stayed with him until their
child was born. Then she left him with a daughter to raise on his own.

"Amalesh and his daughter were my ancestors. Because she was a demigoddess she
had great strength. Since that time, all the women in my family have possessed
superhuman strength."

"So your sisters are as strong as you?" Chris asked.

"Not quite. While both of my sisters are much stronger than you, for instance,
it turns out that I am the strongest woman in my family in many generations."
Kareena explained.

"Wow . . . ," Chris said.

"How does that make you feel?" asked Kareena.

"I must have looked like a complete jackass trying to protect you from those
muggers," Chris said.

"No! You looked heroic and sweet," Kareena protested.

"So . . . how strong are you?" Chris asked.

"I'm very, very strong; let's just leave it at that. But what I want to know
is how you feel about it?" Kareena reiterated.

"I feel . . . I'm . . . ."

"Go on," Kareena urged.

"I'm so turned on that my head is spinning," Chris said as he sat in the
nearest chair. "When that mugger - the one you called Foolish

One - got down on his knees in front of you and kissed your feet . . . I was
so jealous I could hardly stand it."

"Jealous? Really?"

"And when I saw you punch a hole in that brick wall, I . . . I thought I was
going to . . . well . . . ."

"What?"

"You know . . . ."

"No, tell me please."

"I thought I was going to cream my pants right there," Chris blurted out
hardly believing he was saying it out loud. "I can't imagine what you think of
me," Chris said, his head hung in shame.

"Perhaps this will give you a clue of what I think of you," Kareena said just
as Chris heard the soft thud of silk landing on wood. He looked down and saw
that Kareena's sari was on the floor in front of him. Almost too petrified to
believe that this meant what he hoped it meant he slowly raised his eyes.
There before him was the most beautiful woman in the world - and almost
certainly the strongest person alive - standing before him completely naked.

Her dark olive skin looked smooth and soft and yet taut over muscles that
while not that big looked dense and harder than steel. Her shoulders, her
arms, her breasts, her waist, hips, legs and feet individually were as close
to perfection as humanly possible and yet somehow the sum of the parts crossed
over past mere perfection into the divine. Her face was radiant, and the
confident smirk on her lips made her look both innocent and utterly beguiling
and seductive at the same time.

"Transcendent," Chris whispered to himself. It was the only word that came to
mind as he gazed at the vision before him.

"In case you weren't listening to me before, I think that it was very sweet
and heroic the way you tried to protect me," Kareena said, "And all I could
think of while I was destroying those muggers was how much I wished to get you
back into this hotel room so that I could show you how appreciative I was. So
I just have one question for you: why are you still in those clothes?"

"I . . I . . I . . . ."

"Never mind, stand up!" Kareena demanded. When he did, in a few quick motions
Kareena ripped all of Chris's clothes off and told him to kick off his shoes
and socks.

"Now, sit back down," she commanded. When he did, Kareena got on her knees and
slid up between Chris's legs. She caressed his inner thighs and watched as his
cock grew bigger and thicker. Then she licked his shaft up and down several
times. "This will get you all nice and lubricated," she explained.

She placed his hard cock between her perfect tits and began to pump it up and
down between them. Chris could feel the motion of her satin smooth yet firm
breasts massaging his shaft. She slid her hands underneath his bare ass and
began to lift him out of his chair. As she did this she also stood upright.

Chris held onto her head for balance. The feeling of rising into the air why
his dick was squeezed between Kareena's beautiful, firm breast made him feel
both vulnerable and yet exhilarated at the same time. He instantly knew that
this was the way it was always going to be between Kareena and him. He was
always going to be at her complete mercy due to her vastly superior strength,
and yet aflame with passion and ecstasy due to her otherworldly allure.

He also instantly knew that he would do anything - become anything she wanted
- to hold on to this feeling. In that instant he not only became her lover, he
became her slave, her worshipper, even her dog if that's what she demanded. He
would do anything he could to fulfill her slightest desire. He would do
anything in his meager power just for the opportunity to bask in her majestic
power.

But all of these thoughts were driven out of Chris's head as the sweet
friction of his dick being caressed by Kareena's tits combined with the
feeling of her strong hands kneading his naked ass became too overwhelming.
His dick was on the verge of exploding when Kareena constricted her breasts
around his shaft and whispered, "Not yet."

Chris nearly passed out from the thrill of being brought so close to the brink
and yet being denied. "P-p-please," he begged."

"I said, 'Not yet,'" Kareena said sternly.

Instinctively, Chris responded, "Yes, Mistress Kareena."

Kareena smiled up at him, "I'm glad you know your place, My Love, I AM your
mistress, and you must obey me in all things."

"Of course, Mistress Kareena," Chris agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Kareena dropped one of the hands she was holding him with and asked, "And why
must you obey?"

"B-because of your strength, Mistress," Chris replied.

"My super, godlike strength," Kareena corrected.

"Yes, of course, Mistress, I must obey you because of your super, godlike
strength."

Kareena extended the arm she was holding Chris with straight in front of her.
Chris marveled out the power it took for her to hold his one hundred and
eighty pound frame straight out like this without the slightest show of
strain. Even more incredible she began lifting him up higher until his head
was scraping against the ceiling of the hotel room.

She did not say a world; she let her incredible power do all the talking.

Then she lowered him to the floor gently. "Tell me, Chris, were you really
jealous when I allowed the foolish one to kiss my feet?"

"Terribly jealous, Mistress Kareena," Chris replied. He hoped he knew where
this question was leading.

"But you know that the foolish one was scared for his life, right?" asked
Kareena.

"Yes, and with good reason. I know that you could have ended it as easily as I
snap my fingers," Chris pointed out.

"Yes, that is true," agreed Kareena, "But why did YOU want to kneel down and
kiss and lick my feet?"

"I . . I sort of have a thing for feet," Chris confessed, "And yours are the
loveliest I've ever seen."

"So, you'd REALLY like to kiss and worship my feet?" Kareena asked.

"Yes, Mistress Kareena."

"Then get on your knees and beg," the powerful olive-skinned demigoddess
commanded.

Chris fell to his knees and begged, "Please, Mistress Kareena, please let me
kiss and worship you lovely feet."

Kareena would have liked to make him beg more, but to tell the truth, she was
terrifically turned on by Chris's groveling. She was SO turned on in fact that
she was afraid that she would not be able to maintain the fa'ade of
indifference if she tried to hold out much longer. "Very well, Chris, your
pathetic begging has moved me. You may worship my feet now."

A grateful Chris lowered himself further to all fours and began kissing and
licking to his heart's content. He knew that he was pleasing his mistress by
the sighing and moaning he could hear above his bowed head.

After several minutes Kareena asked, "Aren't you lucky that I'm allowing you
to worship my feet this way?

"Yes, Mistress Kareena," her worshipful servant replied.

. . . .

After promising to do his best not to displease her, Kareena carried Chris to
the king-sized hotel room bed. They began to kiss and cuddle. Chris was
shocked at how hungry Kareena was for his kisses. "Could she desire me as much
as I desire her?" he asked himself. He quickly dismissed this idea however,
because he could not imagine it to be so.

He was wrong. There was something about Chris that Kareena found intoxicating.
It was more than just his corn fed American good looks. It was more than his
quiet charm and adventuresome nature. It was more than just the fact that he
worshipped her. She was used to men worshipping her. She'd had male
love-slaves before. Somehow, though, Chris was just the right combination of
self-confident and subservient. Like Goldilocks testing the porridge, Kareena
found Chris neither too hot nor too cold but just right.

Chris loved the taste of Kareena's lips and the feeling of her strong arms
around him. However, there was something he wanted from Kareena, but he was
not sure whether or not it was appropriate to ask. She had made it clear that
she was the mistress, and his place was to serve her. Fortunately, Chris
discovered that although Kareena was to be the alpha dog in this relationship,
she was also a caring and generous lover.

"What would you like for me to do for you, My Love," she asked.

"Your feet," Chris whispered.

"You would like to kiss my feet some more?" asked Kareena delightedly.

"O-on my dick," Chris whispered as if he was making a wish so secret that it
dared not be said too loudly.

"Ohhhhh, you are a kinky one, aren't you my little bashful American," she
giggled.

"P-p-pleeease," Chris begged not fully able to believe - but daring to hope -
that she would actually fulfill his hidden desire.

Within seconds Kareena was jacking Chris off with her soft, delicate feet. The
knowledge the she had the power to snap bones and bend steel with her feet
only made her gently caressing of his dick and balls with them all the more
carnal.

He couldn't believe how much dexterity there was in her cute little toes. The
feeling of them dancing along his shaft was incredible. His dick felt warm and
tingly as her soft feet repeatedly moved up and down his cock. They were
supple and cozy, and every so often her toes would brush his balls and fondle
them with great skill.

He held back the sweet agony of release for as long as he could. When he
thought that he could not possibly hold back for one more nanosecond, Kareena
clamped down on his shaft with the first two toes of her left foot stifling
his eruption.

"Is somebody ready to cum now?" she asked in an innocent voice.

"Yes, yes, please," he begged. He felt helpless before the power of his
beautiful Indian mistress and never half so turn on in his life.

With her right foot she began rolling around the pre-cum at the tip of his
dick. The feeling was pure torturous, all consuming euphoria. Chris never
dreamed that anything could feel so painful and yet overwhelmingly pleasurable
at the same time.

"Beg me to allow you to cum!" Kareena demanded.

"Please, oh, please, Mistress Kareena, please allow me release," he pleaded.

"You worship me above all else, don't you?" she asked in a question that
sounded more like a statement.

"Yes, Mistress Kareena, yes! Please, allow me to cum now!"

Just like that Kareena released the grip that her foot had on Chris's penis.
His entire body convulsed, and he released enough cum to practically drench
her small, sexy feet.

After taking a couple of seconds to recuperate, Chris threw his naked body
next to Kareena's likewise naked body and hugged her tightly around the neck.
Tears of joy were in his eyes. "Thank you, Mistress Kareena," he whimpered. "I
know that I'll never be worthy of your majesty, but I swear that I will try to
be for as long as you will let me.

"Hmmmmm," she said casually, "you can begin by licking your cum off my feet."

"All of it?" Chris asked hoping that the answer would be "yes."

"Of course. Every drop. You know better than to ask such a foolish question."

"Yes, Mistress," Chris agreed as he began making his way back down to her
feet.

The next morning . . . .

Chris and Kareena were lying next to each other in bed, still naked and
feeding each other fresh fruit they'd ordered from room service. "I know that
this is a stupid thing for me to ask," Chris began, "But why me?"

"Because you are the only man in this room with me right now," Kareena
giggled.

"No, seriously," Chris continued, "A woman like you - as if there WERE any
other women like you - could literally have any man in the world. Why me?"

"I liked you right away," she replied. "I liked the way you came up to my
sisters and me and looked us - mostly me - directly in the eye and yet spoke
with humility."

"I'm not sure I understand," Chris said.

"I know that I am a very beautiful woman - as are my sisters. Most men who
pass me on the street either overt their eyes as if they are unworthy or look
at me with a smug overconfidence as if they think they can conquer me."

"Ha! That's rich!" Chris laughed.

"Yes, it is. I have to confess that I enjoy putting such men in their places.
When you approached my sisters and me, you struck the right balance - with me
anyway - of being confident without being arrogant."

"Your sisters sure didn't seem to think so," Chris observed.

"No they did not. I'm afraid that they found you much too forward. They prefer
men who are humble to the point of total subservience," Kareena explained. "If
I had not been present, there is a good chance that one of my sisters would
have beaten you severely."

"Which one?" Chris gulped.

"Whichever one got to you first," Kareena replied.

"But what about you? Don't you want me to be obedient?" asked Chris.

"Well . . yes," admitted Kareena, "But I want your obedience to me to be more
playful and private. It's important to me that I know that you love being
dominated by me as much as I love dominating you."

"I can't deny it," Chris said as he snuggled in closer to Kareena's powerful
body.

"You see, my sisters could not care less how their husbands feel about being
dominated. For example, my sister Aadya makes her husband wear a dog collar in
public just so everyone will know who is master."

"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" Chris asked cautiously.

"Not unless you needed to be punished for some serious transgression," Kareena
joked. (At least Chris hoped she was joking.) "And my sister Baljeet treats
her two husbands even worse."

"Did you say her two husbands?"

"Yes well, Baljeet loves sports and she could not decide whether to marry a
professional soccer player or a professional cricket player, so she married
one of each."

"Wooow," Chris said.

"Yes, and she married them at the same time and made both of them get on their
knees and swear to be obedient husbands during the wedding ceremony."

"And they agreed to that?" Chris asked.

"Agreed? Sweetheart, you are clearly not paying attention."

"What did your parents say about that?"

"My mother thought it was fine, and my father is not allowed to disagree with
my mother."

"Oh, of course," Chris said.

Later that day, Chris and Kareena were visiting a Bollywood movie set where an
elaborated dance number was about to be staged and filmed. This, of course,
was on Chris's "must do" list. As they were waiting, Kareena asked Chris,
"Would you like to be an extra in the background rather than simply an
observer?"

"Sure, that would be great, but I'm sure that they don't let just anyone stand
around in the background."

"I can arrange it for you," Kareena assured him.

"Really?"

"Sweetheart, I am an exceptionally beautiful woman with the strength of twenty
men. I think I can handle this. Wait here while I go find the director."

Ten minutes later Kareena reappeared and said, "Go over there and stand on
that street corner, and don't look directly at the camera."

"That's amazing! How did you arrange it?"

"It was simple really," she explained. "I told the director that if he would
allow my boyfriend to be an extra that I would allow his trailer to remain
upright."

"Oh."

And that's how Chris got to be an extra in a real Bollywood movie.

And so it was for the rest of Chris's vacation in India. Wherever they went,
Kareena made thing more fun and easier to handle. For example, when they
visited Kanha National Park hoping to see a tiger in the wild and spent three
hours searching with no luck, Kareena said, "Wait here," and went alone into
the woods.

Fifteen minutes later she emerged with a full grown male tiger slung over her
shoulder. She placed the big cat on his feet and asked Chris, "Would you like
to pet him?"

"Is he tame?" Chris asked.

"Not exactly, but remember that my divine ancestor rode one of these beasts.
As a result, you might say that the women in my family have a special rapport
with tigers. When I met him in the forest, our eyes locked for a few seconds,
and that told him everything he needs to know about me. Normally a tiger like
this would rip you to shreds if you tried to touch him, but he knows that if
he harms you in any way that I will snap his neck like a twig. So, go ahead
and pet him if you like."

And that's how Chris got to pet a wild Indian tiger.

At the base of Kanchenjunga, Kareena even offered to scale the mountain - the
third highest peak in the world - with Chris strapped to her back. Chris
declined.

When bathing in the upper reaches of the Ganges River, it is necessary for
most people to grasped anchored chains so as to not be carried off by the
swift moving current. Chris did not need to hold onto any chains however
because he had his beautiful Kareena to hold on to. She was far stronger than
any chain ever made.

Chris found the experience of bathing in the Ganges truly moving. When he was
finished, he really did feel as if his spirit had been cleansed. Later that
night in their hotel room, Kareena made him do things to her that made him
feel deliciously dirty again.

When Chris checked off another item on his list - riding an elephant - he got
an even bigger thrill than he expected. After several minutes, Kareena picked
up the pachyderm he was riding and carried them both around for several more
minutes. This feat of strength excited Chris so much that he took her off
behind some nearby bushes and fucked her right there in the grass.

The best part of Chris's India vacation by far was that every night (and
several times in the morning and sometimes in the middle of the day) after
seeing some amazing site or living some amazing experience that he'd
previously only dreamed about, Chris and Kareena would go back to their hotel
where she would demonstrated her power in new and creative ways such as
bending steel bars, crushing rocks in her bare hands or lifting weights that
no human should be able to lift. Then they would make sweet, nasty love.

Plus, they were saving money now that Chris only had to pay for one hotel
room.

One part of India that Chris was not originally all that keen to visit was Goa
which is famous for its pristine beaches. Chris was not terribly interested in
beach resorts, but he did as he was told when Kareena insisted that they end
their tour of India there. But one look at Kareena in her string bikini
lifting thousand pound barbells in each hand took away the sting of not
getting his way.

As Chris's month in India was nearing its end, Kareena could see that
something was bothering him. Finally, the day before he was to depart she
asked him why he was so distressed.

"I don't want to leave you," he answered simply. "I love you, Mistress
Kareena."

"Whatever made you think I was going to allow you to leave me? I'm coming to
America with you," She said matter-of-factly. "I've already made all of the
arrangements. I love you too, Chris, and you belong to me now."

"But where will you live in America? We haven't discussed this, Mistress
Kareena."

"Discussed? What is there to discuss? I've decided. I'll live with you of
course," Kareena stated.

Chris smiled at this news and hugged and kissed Kareena, but she could tell
that something was still troubling him. "What is it?" she asked.

"There's ... something I haven't told you," he began.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Before I met you, I was .. kind of involved with another woman back in
America."

Kareena looked at him suspiciously and with just a hint of menace in her voice
she said, "Go on."

Chris realized that he was treading on thin ice at this point and chose his
words carefully. "We've been sort of dating off and on for a few years, but I
never told her I loved her, and I never made any promises. To tell the truth,
I've never really considered her my girlfriend. We go out to dinner once in
awhile and to the occasional movie. If neither one of us has a date for New
Year's Eve we go out together - that sort of thing."

"Okay." So far, he hadn't said anything that would require her to break any
bones. "Have you ever had sex with this woman?"

This question made Chris a little nervous even though he could honestly answer
"No." However in the interest of full disclosure he did have to admit, "We
have gotten slightly physical a few times - kissing and light caressing - when
we've both had too much to drink."

"The solution to this seems easy enough," said Kareena, "When you get back to
America, you simply tell her that the physical part of your relationship is
over because you are mine now."

"Yes, of course, but there's a complication."

"And what is that?"

"One of the times we got a little physical was just before I left to come on
this trip. Some of my friends from work threw me a little bon voyage party."

"So you work with this woman?"

"Actually she's the owner and CEO of the company I work for," Chris explained.

"That would be Archer Games," Kareena stated.

"Yes, her name in Margaret Archer." Chris explained that the company was
founded by Margaret's brother Andy who originally hired him. Soon after he was
hired, Chris and Margaret became friendly. Soon after that, Andy died in a car
accident and Margaret inherited the company.

"But you earned your position there, right?" asked Kareena. "I mean your job
isn't being the boss's friend, right?"

"No, no of course not. Everyone knows that I'm a major reason why the company
has been so successful - maybe even THE major reason." Chris insisted.

"So what's the problem exactly?"

"Last night I got an email from her. She said that she was looking forward to
seeing me. She said that she missed me more than she thought she would. She
even said that she thought it was time for us to take our 'relationship' to
the next level."

"And what do you think?" asked Kareena.

"I swear, Mistress Kareena, I've never thought of Margaret as more than a
friend. Even if I had never met you, I wouldn't consider going to 'the next
level' with her. If I was interested in her in that way, I would have done
something about it already."

"Then you'll just have to explain it to her gently that a serious relationship
with you is out of the question because you're already taken," Kareena
insisted.

"You don't know Margaret. She's the vindictive type. I'm afraid that she'll
fire me when she finds out about us."

"But if you're truly talented, can't you get a job at another gaming company?"

"I'm sure I could, and that's what I'll have to do. It's just that I doubt
that I'll find a job at another company as the chief concept artist - at least
not right away. It'll mean that I'll have to take a demotion and most likely a
pretty substantial cut in pay."

"But that's not fair," Kareena protested.

"No, it's not, but I'll gladly do whatever I have to do to be with you."

So, in Chris's mind it was settled. He considered a cut in pay and a demotion
a small price considering that in return he was getting Kareena. So it was
that Kareena moved to America with Chris.

The morning he was scheduled to go back to work, he said to Kareena, "Today I
break the news to Margaret that it's over between us. The next time you see
me, I'll probably be unemployed."

"Why don't you let me go to your office and have a talk with Margaret first?"
Kareena "suggested".

"No, Kareena that would not be a good idea."

"But I can talk to her woman to woman," Kareena pointed out.

"I still don't think it would be a good idea," he repeated.

"Perhaps I did not make myself clear. I AM going to go talk to Margaret. I'm
going to talk to her super-powered demigoddess to mortal woman."

"No, Kareena, that's out of the question. I'm putting my foot down," Chris
said firmly.

"Just a minute, Chris, are you forgetting who is mistress here?"

"N-no, Mistress Kareena," Chris stuttered, beginning to lose his resolve.

"That's good. Little Man; just because we are now in your country does not
mean that I don't expect obedience from you." As she said this, Kareena flexed
her right bicep. It was not huge, but it was impressive for her slight, almost
dainty, frame. Besides, Chris knew from experience that all of Kareena's
muscles were harder as coiled steel.

"Y-yes, Mistress Kareena." For the first time, Chris thought that there was a
real possibility that Kareena might use her enormous strength against him. He
was terrified. He was also tremendously turned on.

"Now, you wait here on the couch while I go to your office and have a chat
with Margaret. Is that understood?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress Kareena," Chris said with his head bowed in shame for
daring to speak in such a brazen way to his mistress. He sat on the couch and
didn't dare move while Kareena was gone.

Two hours later Kareena returned to the home that she now shared with Chris.
"You still have your job," she informed him.

"I do?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes. In fact, you've been made a partner and you're getting as significant
raise. Now, get over here and worship my feet!"

"With pleasure, Mistress Kareena!"

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