Kaira and Her Sisters: India Story, Part Eight
By Sonofjack, sonojackwell@gmail.com
Four divinely powerful sisters from India turn back the British Army.


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This is the eighth story in my India Series of interconnected stories. This
particular story takes place in the past. It was written on commission. If you
like my writing style and you have an idea that you are burning to see turned
into a story, contact me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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The handsome young British lieutenant was carefully studying the large map
that was spread out across the table. "If we are going to finish the railroad
in time, Sergeant, it's going to have to go through this village," he said as
he pointed his finger at a small dot on the map. "There simply isn't another
viable alternative."

The sergeant-one Jack "Bulldog" Thompson-swallowed hard. "That might present
something of a problem, Sir." Thompson was a twenty-four year veteran of the
British colonial army. He'd spent nearly his entire military career in British
India, and he'd earned his rank of Master Sergeant with blood, sweat, tears
and toil.

"And why is that?" Lieutenant Harry Walker asked. Lieutenant Walker was a
recent arrival on the Indian subcontinent. He still had the fair skin of a
student from Cambridge. In fact, Walker had been out of the university for
less than six months. He studied engineering there and graduated near the top
of his class.

Upon graduation, his father, General Andrew Walker, pulled the necessary
strings to get his son a commission in Queen Victoria's Army. It was Harry who
wanted to serve in India. Or rather, serving in India was Harry's way of
making the best of a bad situation.

Harry had no real interest in a military career. But his father, his two older
brothers, both his grandfathers and his paternal great grandfather had all had
distinguished military careers. To say that Harry was expected to have his own
military career was a gross understatement. As he once told a fellow
underclassman who asked Harry if he was expected to serve in Her Majesty's
army, "That is the reason for which I was conceived."

"Because the villagers ain't going to like it," Bulldog Thompson replied.

"I was under the impression that we ruled this country," countered Lieutenant
Walker with full British arrogance.

Sergeant Thompson looked thoughtful. "We does, Lieutenant, sir," the sergeant
explained carefully, "And then again, we doesn't - not entirely anyways."

"Whatever do you mean, Sergeant? The British Empire is the envy of the world!
We didn't amass the greatest empire in history by being ambiguous. If you
can't assure me that we are in charge of this region then I'll know the
reason. Her Majesty wants this railroad built, and I don't intend to fail her.
Is that clear Sergeant?" The patrician contempt in the Lieutenant's voice was
unmistakable.

The sergeant snapped to attention. "Yes, Sir!" Bulldog was tired of all these
inexperienced "baby officers" coming over here and telling him how to do his
job. He'd been serving in British India almost as long as this pup had been
alive. He knew India to be a strange land with ways that no European could
fully understand. How could he explain the reality of this situation regarding
this particular village to this young whippersnapper without sounding like a
mad man?

The next day, Sanjay, the biggest, strongest, most athletic young man in the
village in question was being pinned to the ground by a beautiful young woman
named Adra. Although Sanjay outweighed Adra by more than fifty pounds and his
thick muscular arms were twice the size of Adra's fit yet slender, feminine
arms, struggling as hard as he could, Sanjay could not get Adra off him. She
had him pinned and overpowered, and that was just the way it was going to be
for as long as Adra wanted it to be. She was using both arms, but in truth,
Adra could have held the strapping young man down with a single finger if she
wanted to.

Seeing the beautiful girl subduing the handsome and rugged Sanjay this way,
one might assume at first that she was angry with him. But one look at the
radiant smile on Adra's face was enough to dispel this notion. Far from
looking angry, Adra looked quite pleased. She was pleased to be sitting on top
of Sanjay this way because to her, Sanjay was the loveliest man in the world.
She was also quite pleased that she had the power and the strength to
overpower him so easily. "Of course I'm stronger than you," she would say,
"After all, I'm a female, and you're just a weak male."

"Who is prettier," she asked the helpless man, "Kaira or me?" Kaira was her
non-identical twin sister. Both of the 18 year old sisters were breathtakingly
beautiful but in different ways. They both had devastatingly beautiful bodies
that were feminine in all the right ways. They both had lovely, long necks,
womanly shoulders and hips, slim, flat tummies, long, shapely legs and firm,
ample breasts.

In fact, their bodies were nearly identical. It was their faces that were
different. Adra had a wild look about her. Her hair was always slightly
unkempt as if she'd just rolled out of bed. She knew that this gave her a
slightly untamed look, and she liked that. She wanted all the boys -
especially Sanjay - to know that she was untamable.

Her easy smile made both the sun and moon jealous with its warm glow. She
always had a savage look in her eye that made you uncertain what she was going
to do next, and she took full advantage. She made a point of acting on impulse
and being twice as unpredictable as everyone expected her to be. Because very
few people had the power to control her and those that did were inclined to
let her have her way, Adra usually did whatever she wanted.

She was fully aware that physically she had much to offer. She knew that with
just one smoldering look she could melt the heart of almost any man alive
while also igniting their passions. She had no insecurities in regards to her
seductive powers save one. She feared that Sanjay might find her twin sister
more attractive. This was her only weakness.

"You are the prettiest," Sanjay replied. He said this for two reasons. One
reason was because he feared what Adra might do to him if he replied any other
way. The other reason was because he sincerely believed that Adra was prettier
than Kaira. He always had. He thought that Adra was more attractive than any
of her three sisters. He thought she was the most attractive girl in the
world. He assured her of this any time she asked. But jealousy is a strange
beast.

"Say it again," she demanded, "Say that I am prettier than my sister."

"Adra, you are prettier than your sister. You are the most beautiful girl in
the world," Sanjay told her.

"You are only saying that because I am so much stronger than you. Even though
you are the strongest man in the village, I am sooo much stronger than you.
You are terrified on me. Admit it," she teased.

"I admit it; I am terrified of you. But I still think you are the prettiest,"
the young man insisted.

"Don't you mean that I am the prettiest BECAUSE you are terrified on me? I
know that you are as captivated by my immense strength as you are my great
beauty," she declared.

"Yes, Adra, yes! Everything you say is true. You are exquisitely beautiful and
your terrific strength is both terrifying and alluring. I love you, Adra! I
love you more than any man has ever loved a girl."

Adra leaned in and kissed Sanjay passionately on the mouth. She could feel his
penis growing hard beneath her as she did. This awakened feelings in her that
she knew were improper for an unmarried young woman, but she liked the way his
hard cock felt against her feminine form. She leaned in more so that her full
breasts were pressed against Sanjay's chest. She kissed him even harder.
Sanjay felt helpless, but not in a bad way. His soul was aflame with passion,
and his man muscle grew even harder and larger.

"Adra! Stop that this instant!" a female voice rang out. It was Kaira. Adra
loved her twin sister, but at times like these, she hated her a little too.

"Go away, Kaira," Adra said forcefully.

"Don't you take that tone with me, young lady. I'm not like the boys in the
village that you can order around. You don't intimidate me; I'm just as strong
as you are. Besides, I'm older than you."

"Only by seven minutes," Adra pointed out.

"That good enough," Kaira insisted. "You must come with me, now. Mother wants
you."

"Okay," Adra agreed reluctantly but quickly. All four of the sisters obeyed
their mother who was the strongest person they knew. When Adra got up, Sanjay
sat up and took a long look at Kaira. He could understand why Adra might be
jealous. Even though he thought Adra was prettier, it was a very close call.
Very. Close.

While Kaira's body was equally as attractive as Adra's, Kaira tended to keep
it more hidden. The saris she wore were not as tight and showed less skin than
Adra's. Though that didn't appeal as much to Sanjay, he could understand how
some men might be more attracted to the idea of the hidden pleasures that
Kaira had to offer.

And while, Adra possessed great earthly beauty, Kaira's features were more
delicate and ethereal. Her hair was always perfect and worn up. Her eyes still
promised great delights to the man who could win her heart, but the delights
they promised were private and hidden as opposed to the reckless delights that
Adra's eyes promised. Sanjay knew of several young men that were as in love
with Kaira as he was with Adra. However, none of these men have gotten within
one hundred miles of Kaira's heart as he had with Adra.

Suddenly, Sanjay felt himself being lifted roughly off the ground. Adra had
noticed him gazing at Kaira and effortlessly hauled him up by his collar. She
held him aloft with one hand and balled her other hand into a fist. Though her
fist was relatively tiny, Sanjay had seen his girlfriend punch large rocks
into gravel.

"Why are you lusting after my sister that way?" she asked. Her voice dripped
with menace.

"I..I..I.. wasn't.. I mean.. I didn't.. Please, Adra, don't hurt me," the
muscular young man begged. His entire body was shaking with fear. Kaira rolled
her eyes.

"Don't be stupid, Adra," Kaira admonished, "It's obvious to anyone who has
eyes that Sanjay in madly in love with you. Now put him down. We must not keep
mother waiting."

Adra abruptly dropped Sanjay and told him, "We'll discuss this later," which
filled his heart with dread while also making him a little hard. As she turned
to walk away with her sister she said, "Is it really that obvious that he's
madly in love with me?"

"Yes, silly," Kaira replied, "You are an extremely beautiful young woman with
the strength of more than one hundred men. Of course he's in love with you,
and everyone knows it but you."

"Thank you, sister, and I think that you are very beautiful too."

Kaira wanted to say, "Don't you think that I know that?" Instead she said,
"You're welcome, sister, and thank you."

Kaira had not been sent to fetch Adra only. She had been sent to fetch all of
her sisters. She and Adra found their sister Darsha sitting underneath a tree
reading a book. "Where did you get that book?" Kaira asked.

"I borrowed it from Arjun," she replied.

Adra smiled. "By 'borrowed' I assume that you mean that you threatened to
break his arm if he didn't loan it to you." Arjun was the son of a rich
merchant in the village. He was seventeen - the same age as Darsha - and one
of the few boys in the village that could afford to have many books.

"No, mother told me to stop threatening Arjun. She said that it wasn't fair
for a powerful female like me to threaten a weak male. She told me to ask him
nicely when I wanted to borrow a book."

"So did you ask nicely?" Kaira inquired.

"I traded him," replied Darsha, "I gave him a kiss for the book." Like her
older sisters, Darsha was very beautiful and very, very strong. She was built
very much like her sisters only she was slightly taller and thicker with a
rounder bottom and larger breasts. "He seemed satisfied with the exchange."

"Is it a good book?" Kaira asked.

"Ugh! Who ever heard of a good book?" Adra commented.

Before Darsha could respond to either question Kaira looked up into the tree
that Darsha was sitting under and noticed three boys hanging from limbs high
up in the tree. "How did those boys get up there?" she asked Darsha pointedly.
"Have you been throwing boys up in trees again?"

"They were bothering me and making noise while I was trying to read," Darsha
explained.

"How were they bothering you?" Adra asked.

"You know," Darsha replied, "They were showing off and bragging about
themselves and vying for my attention - the usual stuff that boys do."

"They were flirting with you, silly," Adra pointed out.

"You call it flirting; I call it annoying," Darsha scoffed.

"Didn't mother tell you to stop throwing boys up into trees?" asked Kaira.

"She told me that she didn't like me doing that because it was very scary for
the boys. But I knocked them out first so that they wouldn't be afraid when I
tossed them up there."

"Well, anyway, we have to go home. Mother wants us. Do you know where Indu
is?" Indu was the fourteen year old youngest sister.

"She told me that she was going to play football with some boys in the field
behind the marketplace." Football had only recently been introduced to India
by the British and even more recently reached the small village. When Kaira,
Adra and Darsha reached the field, Indu was just scoring a goal. Scattered in
the grass across the field were several opposing players and even a few
players on her own team. Even though the other players were all male, older
and much bigger than Indu, she was much stronger than any of them.

Indu did not yet have the full womanly curves of her three older sisters, but
she was still quite beautiful with a round, sweet smiling face.

"Why are all those boys on the ground?" asked Kaira.

"Because I knocked them down," replied Indu, "They were in my way."

"Shame on you for being so rough with these boys," Kaira scolded. They didn't
clearly understand the rules of soccer in the small village, and even if they
had, it's unlikely that anyone would have had the courage to call a foul on
Indu.

"They knew what they were getting into when they asked me to play. They know
that I am stronger then all of them put together." Indu told her sisters.

"Of course they knew," Adra agreed. "Every man and boy in the village knows
that all the females in our family possess vast superhuman strength." The
reason this was so is because the sisters descended from the Hindu goddess
Durga who centuries before had come to earth and mated with a mortal man.
Their daughter became the first of the maternal bloodline that led to Kaira,
Adra, Darsha and Indu.

The boys that were descended from this bloodline were not affected, but all
the females possessed divine strength.

When the four, dark haired, dark eyed, bronze skinned supergirls reached home
they found their mother sitting at the kitchen table talking to their father.
They could see that they were discussing something serious. Their mother was
the ruler of the village.

She had no official title other than "Mother" which everyone called her. She
ruled the village with undisputed approval by virtue of her awesome strength
and because she wanted it that way. She was a fair and wise ruler as well as a
very beautiful woman who looked more like an older sister to her daughters
than their mother.

The only person she ever took advice from was her beloved husband who knew his
place. It was up to him to listen to his strong and capable wife and to tell
her what he thought. However, in the end, his wife made all decisions both
large and small, and her word was final.

"Why did you send for us, Mother?" asked Adra.

"I've gotten word that some British soldiers are headed this way, and I wanted
you girls nearby in case they start trouble." Of course, the daughters knew
that Mother could easily handle any trouble started by a group of British
soldiers. She also wanted them there so that they could observe how a wise
leader handled such a situation since someday they would be leaders
themselves.

Less than a half mile outside the village, Sergeant "Bulldog" Thompson was
leading a small force of ten soldiers. They were sent by Lieutenant Walker to
warn the village that the railroad would be following its planned path and
that the village would either have to be moved or it would be destroyed.

The sergeant tried to explain to Lieutenant Walker that Mother would not take
kindly to a warning of any kind. "What are we supposed to do, ask permission?"
the young officer protested. The sergeant wanted to tell the arrogant young
pup that that asking permission would not be a bad idea. But he knew that
Walker would not listen. The sergeant did not want to go on this fool's
errand. But he was a dedicated soldier who followed orders first, last and
always.

When the sergeant set out with his men, the corporal who was second in command
asked Bulldog if the men should arm themselves. The sergeant told the
corporal, "No, better not go in armed. If things get ugly, shooting is only
gonna make 'em mad." The corporal who was a recent transfer did not
understand.

Once they arrived at the village, the sergeant made his way to Mother's house
where he'd been once or twice before. When he got there, he respectfully
removed his helmet. The sergeant explained to Mother that he was following the
orders of a new young Lieutenant. "He's also an engineer who's in charge of
making sure the railroad gets built proper."

"But, Sergeant," Mother calmly explained, "I could not care less about your
silly railroad as long as you and your army understand that it will have to b
e build at least ten miles away from this village so as not to disturb us."

"Beggin' your pardon, Ma'am, I understand that, but this new Lieutenant Walker
don't understand the way things are. I'm a-feared that if we can't come to
some kind of compromise there might be trouble."

"But Sergeant, I've already given you the compromise. I said you could build
ten miles away from here. I'd prefer that your railroad did not come within
twenty miles. Thirty miles would be even better."

The corporal was the only soldier besides the Sergeant who had entered the
house. Upon first entering the home he was distracted by the great beauty of
mother and her four lovely daughters. He was especially taken with Darsha who
at 5'7" was taller than her two older sisters. The corporal had always been
attracted to rounder, buxom looking women. While Darsha was by no means plump,
she did possess more soft curves than her sisters.

By the time the corporal caught on to what the sergeant was saying, he
couldn't figure out why a tough old soldier like Bulldog Thompson was being so
deferential to the beautiful Indian matriarch. He knew what Lieutenant Walker
wanted, and he was anxious to please his superior. He thought that if he could
pull this off, he might even earn another stripe. Besides, he wanted to
impress the gorgeous Darsha with his forceful masculinity.

The corporal stepped in front of the sergeant and said, "Now see here, Mrs.,
that railroad is coming through here, and there's nothing you can do to stop
it. We were sent here to inform you of this as a courtesy, not to ask your
permission."

"You are a very rude young man," Mother said. "Indu, throw this man out of our
house." Mother chose her youngest daughter for this task to teach the corporal
humility. As Indu approached the soldier, he said, "I'm warning you, miss,
don't come any closer." Indu giggled.

When she reached him, the corporal reached out and tried to push the young
girl away. She giggled again. She reached out with her right hand and lifted
the corporal up by his belt. As the corporal felt his feet leaving the ground,
he panicked and threw a punch that landed on the side of Indu's face. If the
young Indian girl felt the British solder's punch at all, the smile that never
left her face did nothing to indicate it. She lifted the six foot soldier over
her head and opened the door with her free hand. She casually tossed him to
the nine other soldiers waiting outside.

Once the door was closed on him, the corporal began yelling for Indu to come
outside and "try that again when I'm ready for you!" Indu looked over to
Mother who nodded her consent.

Before Indu stepped outside Sergeant Thompson pleaded, "Pardon me, Miss, but
would you please go easy on the other men when they try to help the corporal?
They's only doin' their duty, Miss. Please, don't kill any of 'em."

"You heard the sergeant," Mother told her youngest daughter.

Indu went outside. She left the door open so that the others could watch. The
corporal ordered the men to attack which they did. They tried to pile on top
of Indu, but she could easily support the weight of nine full grown healthy
soldiers even though she was only 5'3" and weighed 120 pounds.

She threw her arms out and the men went flying out in several directions. The
biggest of the soldiers (6'6", 210 pounds), Private Tully "Raging Bull"
Stanton, tried to tackle the powerful princess. He might as well have tried to
tackle a stone pillar. He hit her so hard with his shoulder that he broke his
collar bone.

The other soldiers did their best to fight back, but they didn't stand a
chance. Indu was in no hurry to end this fight. She was enjoying herself. She
slowly, methodically and effortlessly beat each man. She allowed them to punch
and kick her freely knowing that doing so would only injure their hands and
feet.

Indu reveled in her own power. She loved being able to casually toss away men
who were much bigger than her. She knew that she had a goddess's power flowing
throughout her body and that knowledge made her feel wonderful. She was
already very pretty and knew that like her sisters, in a few years her
awe-inspiring beauty would be enough to turn most men into her willing slaves.
But this power to make men obey her out of fear of her awesome strength was
even better. She could decide who was worthy of her attention and who was not,
and no one (except her mother) could tell her what to do.

As for the soldiers, they were indeed terrified by this young goddess and her
horrible strength. How could it be that such a petite and pretty little body
could contain such vitality and impossible strength?

Adra asked, "Why should Indu get to have all the fun, Mother, can't I beat up
some of the soldiers too?"

"That would not be fair," Mother scolded, "They're only men, and there are
only ten of them."

When it was over, in addition to Private Stanton's broken collar bone, three
of the men had broken arms and two had severely sprained ankles. The soldiers
without broken bones had bruised hands, black eyes, busted lips and a myriad
of bruises and other injuries. As they limped and staggered back to their base
with Bulldog's help, they had to come to terms with the fact that they'd had
the shit kicked out of them by a pretty fourteen year old girl. But they were
not angry at Indu. They were grateful that she hadn't killed them as she
easily could have.

Instead, their anger was directed at the corporal who'd gotten them into that
mess to begin with.

After reading the sergeant's report, Lieutenant Walker called the sergeant to
his office. "Sergeant, do you mean to tell me that ten British soldiers were
beaten up by one Indian mother and her four daughters?"

"No sir, they were beaten up by one of the daughters - the youngest one, sir.
It's all in my report"

Lieutenant Walker had heard enough of this foolishness. "Dismissed, Sergeant!
You are confined to your quarters until further notice."

The sergeant rolled his eyes. "Yes, sir." He clicked his heals and made a
perfect military spin and marched out of the office. He knew that anyone as
hard-headed as Lieutenant Walker would have to find out for himself.

When Walker was asked later what progress had been made with the railroad, he
told his superior that there had been a few minor setbacks, but that he was
taking personal command of the situation and that he would see to it that the
project would be completed on time.

Two days after Sergeant Thompson's failed mission, a large shipment of iron
railroad rails and wooden crossties arrived. It was time to lay the track
which meant it was time to clear out the village. Walker didn't believe that
ridiculous story of the fourteen year old girl beating up ten British
soldiers. However, SOMEONE had beaten up those men. He decided that a show of
force was what was needed to quell this native uprising.

He decided to haul the shipment of iron and wood needed to lay the railroad
track by elephant cart to the village accompanied by 200 armed British
Soldiers. "When the Indians see those elephants and 200 of Her Majesty's
finest, I imagine that they'll clear out fast enough," he told himself.

Mother knew more than 24 hours in advance that the Lieutenant and his men were
on their way. She had spies among the native Indians who worked and lived at
the British army post. She told her daughters, "When they arrive tomorrow, we
will be one the edge of town to stop them. I want you girls to do your best
not to kill any of them. Most of the soldiers are nice boys who are only
following orders."

The next day when Lieutenant Walker arrived with his elephant drawn carts full
of iron rails and wooden railroad ties escorted by 200 troops, he was met by
Mother, Kaira, Adra, Darsha and Indu. Some of the men of the village were also
there. For example, Sanjay was there. They mostly showed up to watch, but some
- like Sanjay - were ready to fight if necessary.

"Stand aside!" the arrogant British Lieutenant commanded.

"Where is Sergeant Thompson?" Mother asked. "He is a wise man; HE knows how to
show proper respect."

Walker considered this and removed his white helmet. Kaira took one look at
the handsome young officer - his golden blonde hair, his clear blue eyes, his
perfectly Anglican masculine features. She also noticed his lean, strong, tall
(6'2") body. She fell instantly, madly, hopelessly in love.

"Madam, I MUST insist that you move immediately. I have no wish for violence,
but I will do what is necessary." Mother looked hard into the young man's
eyes. She made her decision.

"Daughters, please, remove this British trash." That's all Adra and Indu had
to hear. They immediately threw themselves into the task with gusto. Darsha
was not quite as enthusiastic, but she knew that she must do as Mother told
her. Kaira was instantly worried about what might happen to Lieutenant Walker,
but she still obeyed her mother.

Adra and Indu rushed towards left flank of the British soldiers which caused
several of the soldiers to draw their weapons and fire. Much to their shock,
the bullets bounced off the two super-powerful demigoddesses. When they
reached the soldiers, they began cutting them down like twin scythes cutting
through high grass.

Some of the soldiers tried hitting the two power princesses with the butts of
their rifles or stabbing them with their bayonets only to find that their
rifle butts cracked and their bayonets bent out of shape.

Kaira took a more subtle approach. She tried to intimidate the soldiers on the
right flank into giving up by first effortlessly tossing the elephants that
pulled the carts aside. She lifted up the first elephant and threw it off
thirty feet to one side. Another elephant she threw fifty feet. The sight of a
beautiful, trim, young woman tossing adult male elephants through the air with
ease was enough to cause some of the soldiers to panic and retreat.

Unfortunately for them Darsha, who had always been the most far-sighted sister
foresaw that this might happen. She'd already positioned herself behind the
troops, moving at a speed no normal human could match, and blocked the path of
the retreating soldiers. Though she faced more than thirty retreating
soldiers, they were no match for the hot Indian Uber-Woman. Darsha uprooted a
large nearby tree and used it to halt the retreat of the fleeing soldiers.
With her terrific strength she was able to not only hold up the massive tree,
but she was able to push back and contain more than thirty men. She did so
with ease.

The right flank soldiers that did not try to run were in awe as they watched
Kaira snapping wooden railroad crossties with her bare hands and bending and
twisting iron rails into a number of creative shapes. A few of them fired on
Kaira only to watch their bullets bounce off her big tits. The bullets did not
bother her any more than buzzing flies would.

Meanwhile, Adra and Indu continued to mow down every British soldier in front
of them. Some of the soldiers fell to their knees and begged for mercy. This
pleased Indu. It pleased Adra even more. She allowed a group of seven or eight
soldiers to gather around her on their hands and knees so that they could
worship her bare feet.

"Do you boys like worshipping my feet?" she asked with a delighted voice.

"Yes, goddess, thank you goddess, bless you goddess, please, let us worship
you, goddess," several of the soldiers responded in-between kisses and licks
to Adra's lovely feet.

As more soldiers joined in to worship at Adra's feet, she said, "I could
really get used to this." The lusty smile on her face made it obvious that she
was more than enjoying the experience.

Over on the right flank, more men joined in to try to push Darsha and her tree
aside. There were nearly fifty men pushing against her, but the gorgeous,
young female colossus of strength did not budge. In fact, she was growing so
bored that she gave a powerful heave and knocked every man down.

As Kaira maintained her intimidation tactics to great effect, she kept one eye
on Lieutenant Walker to make sure that no harm came to him. He was standing in
front of his men in approximately the middle. He was disgusted to see that his
men had all but given up. He waved his saber over his head and shouted, "Come
on, lads! Fight on! Fight on for the glory of Her Majesty and Britain!"

"He's so adorable," Kaira whispered to herself. But his rallying cry must have
stirred at least one soldier because a single shot rang out. This shot was not
at Kaira or any of her sisters because by now the soldier knew this was
pointless. The shot was directed at the crowd of onlookers from the village.
Adra looked up just in time to see Sanjay - the boy she had loved since she
was eleven and he was eighteen - fall after crying out in pain.

She began grabbing the men who were worshipping at her feet and flinging them
away from her. She was not casually tossing them now; she was throwing them
hard away from her. They flew in all directions and crashed into trees,
elephants, carts and each other. Many of them were badly broken.

She looked towards Lieutenant Walker with eyes afire with rage. "YOU!" she
shouted, "YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE!" As she tore her way through the men that were
unfortunate enough to be between her and the object of her fury, many more
soldiers were battered and broken.

"Oh no!" Kaira thought. She knew that her beloved's life was in danger. By
this time, British soldiers were crawling on their hands and knees towards
her. They wanted to kiss and worship her feet the way they'd seen the other
soldiers do with Adra. Kaira didn't really wish to harm any of them, but they
were in her way. She made her way roughly through them on her way to try to
save the handsome young British officer from her furious sister. Many of the
soldiers suffered injuries as a result.

Walker saw Adra rushing towards her. His eyes grew wide with terror and he
thrust his saber at her in a vain attempt to hold her at bay. Adra snatched
the saber from his hand and snapped it in half. Then she held the two halves
together, locked eyes with the young officer and snapped the saber into
quarters.

At just that moment, Kaira reached Walker and took hold of right arm. Adra
grabbed his left arm. "NO!" Kaira shouted at her sister, "Stop!" She knew that
Adra could easily tear off the handsome soldier's appendage.

"What? Why?" But Adra looked deep into her sister's eyes, and she knew the
truth. She just knew. They were twins after all. "No! Not him! You can't!"

"But I do," Kaira said softly. If Walker wondered what they were talking
about, he was too terrified to ask.

"Bring the Lieutenant to me!" Mother shouted. The twins looked at each other.
Still holding both his arms, they dragged him over to Mother.

Sanjay was lying in the grass with a bandage around his bleeding arm. "It is
not a serious wound," Mother told Adra. "If we keep it clean and dry, he
should be okay." Adra kneeled beside him in the grass and began to cover
Sanjay's face with kisses.

"When your arm is healed, we will be married," Adra announced. She did not
even consult Mother. Sanjay was in no position to protest; nor did he feel
inclined to."

Mother shrugged her shoulders at the news. She turned her attention to
Lieutenant Walker and said, "Now... what shall we do with you?"

"Let me have him, Mommy," Kaira cried. She only called her mother "Mommy" when
she really wanted something.

"Why do you want him? Mother asked.

"Because I love him," she replied.

"Are you sure?" asked Mother.

"Yes," replied Kaira. Her oldest daughter had always been such a sensible
girl. Mother decided that if Kaira felt she was in love, she must know what
she is talking about.

"Very well," said Mother, "You may have him."

"Have me?" Walker asked incredulously, "Don't I have any say in this?" Mother
and Kaira began to laugh at the Lieutenant's ridiculous question. Adra and
even Sanjay joined in.

"If you will excuse me, Mother, I'm going to go experience my beloved now,"
she said as she tossed Walker over her shoulder. Mother did not protest.

Kaira carried Walker to the home of the merchant with the finest house in the
village. She kicked down the door. She announced, "I will be using this house
until further notice. I want privacy so that I can make love to my beloved.
Everybody, please get out." Everyone left without hesitation.

Kaira took Walker to the master bedroom. The floor was covered with a thick
rug. "Take off all your clothes," she demanded. Kaira had never had a
boyfriend, and she did not know how to get what she wanted by power of
seduction. She would soon learn. In the meantime, she would get what she
wanted by the power of her divine strength.

"Now see here, Miss, I'm grateful that you stopped your sister from injuring
me..."

"Killing you."

"What's that?"

"My sister would have killed you," Kaira stated matter-of-factly.

"Be that as it may-"

Harry Walker did not have time to say another word before Kaira reached out
and applied pressure to his shoulder with her right pinkie finger. "Ouch! That
hurts!" he cried.

"Get on your knees," Kaira demanded.

"I will no-" he began to say before his face became twisted in pain. Kaira was
applying more pressure. Walker found himself having to make choice. He could
either go down on his knees or have his shoulder shattered by the force
applied by Kaira's pinkie. He was pompous, but he wasn't an idiot. He went
down on his knees.

"That's better," Kaira said. "I love you, but that doesn't mean that I will
tolerate disobedience. You must know by now that I'm much, much stronger than
you are. You must know that you are helpless before my power."

"Yes," the proud Brit said with his head bowed.

"Look at me," Kaira demanded. Walker looked up. "But when you have learned to
obey me and to never talk back to me, I believe you will discover that is a
small price to pay compared to the pleasures I can and will give you." As she
said this, she began to slowly remove the sari she was wearing. She peeled it
away layer by layer. As she proceeded, Walker found himself more enraptured by
the hidden delights each layer revealed as it flittered to the floor.

When she was at last standing before him naked, he gasped in awe. It was all
he could do to not weep with ecstasy. He never dreamed that such a perfect
female form could exist in the mortal world. Kaira reached down and placed her
right index finger under Walker's chin and lifted him off the floor. She
pulled him up so abruptly, that he didn't even have time to extend his legs.
She lifted his face even with hers and kissed him on the lips.

He extended his legs and stood up. He looked down at the breathtaking Indian
beauty with her dark bronze skin and her perfect feminine form. He hugged her
tight to his body. He could feel her firm, full, round breasts mashed against
him. He could feel her naked nipples pressing into his chest. He was nine
inches taller than he was, yet her firm body radiated power beyond his wildest
dreams. His big hands reached down and cupped her smooth, round ass cheeks.
She let out a tiny sigh of approval.

Kaira reached up and wrapper her slender fingers around the back of his head
and pulled Walker's face down to hers and kissed his lips harder and with more
passion than before. He could feel his willy rising to the occasion. Kaira had
never felt a man's erect penis pressed against her before, but she knew what
it was. Adra had told her all about it.

"Do you want to make love to me?" she asked Walker.

"Please, yes, please," he replied.

"Are you willing to do anything to be with me, weakling?"

"Yes, anything, anything you say."

"Are you willing to submit to me completely - to entirely give up your free
will and to obey me in all things without question?" Harry Walker only
hesitated for an instant but that was enough time for Kaira to add, "With my
beauty and my strength I could force you to submit and make you like it. But I
want you to want to submit. I want you to beg me to be your master."

"Yes, please, bend me to your will. Make me obey... I NEED to obey only you.
You are my goddess, and I worship you."

"Then kneel before me," Kaira demanded. Walker dropped to his knees again. He
did not need to be told what to do. He instinctively began to kiss and worship
his conqueror's lovely bare feet. His heart felt as if it was going to explode
as he solemnly kissed each cute little toe.

"Do you like groveling at my feet?" Kaira asked. "Do you like serving your
powerful and exalted goddess?"

"Yes, Goddess," Walker replied. Gone was the proud and pompous British
officer. He was replaced by a willing and grateful man-pet.

Kaira slowly walked towards the charpoy bed with Harry following on his hands
and knees like the submissive dog that he was. She laid her delicious naked
form down and said, "Stand. Strip."

Walker began to rip his uniform off until his new goddess commanded, "Slower!"
He was still moving too fast until she repeated, "Slower!" then added, "I want
to savor seeing your lovely naked body for the first time."

When he was completely naked, Kaira quietly and sweetly said, "Now, lay down
next to me, please." When he did, she gently took hold of his hard penis and
said, "Are all penises as beautiful as yours?" Walker flushed red. He'd never
heard a woman ask such a direct and provocative question before. He had no
idea how to answer.

It didn't matter; his mouth was soon filled with her tongue. Harry had heard
of "the French style of kissing" before but he'd never experienced it with any
of the proper English girls he'd kissed in the past. Adra had told Kaira all
about using her tongue when she kissed, and Kaira wanted to try it. They were
both happy that she did.

Despite her inexperience, Kaira turned out to be a natural at making love. She
mastered it immediately just as she easily mastered almost everything. She
used her body to bring maximum pleasure to her handsome British soldier, and
she instructed him on the ways he could bring maximum pleasure to every inch
of her spectacular form.

She also used her superior strength to position and reposition Walker however
she wanted to. She was aggressive but not overly so. She was ravenous for his
lips, his neck, his earlobes, his manly chest, that crazy erotic spot behind
his kneecaps, his inner thighs and especially his penis. She was almost as in
love with his penis as she was in love with him. She made sure that he
explored her neck, her lips, her shoulders, her large, round breasts, her
tight, round ass, her toes, the curve of her lower back and the arches of both
her feet.

When we could not endure any more pleasure, she fucked him one more time and
then allowed him to collapse into her slender, strong arms. He was perfectly
content and completely in love.

The next morning when he woke up his goddess was gazing into his eyes with a
love that he never dreamed could exist. "By the way, my love, I am Kaira. What
is your name?"

"Harry Walker," he replied. "Lieutenant Harry Walker."

"You are no longer a lieutenant," Kaira informed him. "From now on you belong
to only me. If the British army doesn't like it, let them try to take you away
from me."

She reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around his penis. "And this
belongs to me as well. That means that I get to see it and touch it and kiss
it whenever I want. It also means that I will make it explode with pleasure
any time you beg me to. I will use my body to bring you pleasure beyond your
wildest dreams."

"My goddess," he said, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"I am the most beautiful woman you will ever see except for my mother and my
sisters. And if I ever catch you looking at any of them too intensely, I will
make you very sorry."

Harry Walker flashed back on the way Kaira tossed aside elephants and twisted
iron rails. He trembled with fear. Kaira felt his body quake.

"It is wise for you to fear me. But as long as you obey and please me, you are
safe. I love you very much, and I will protect you from harm. But understand
that I own you body, mind and soul."

That was all right with Harry. After a night with Kaira, there was no other
place he wanted to be. Besides being her lover, servant and pet, there was no
other thing he wanted to do. He knew that he would never see his home in
Manchester again. It was just as well. He was rather sure that his parents
would never understand his relationship with Kaira, and he was quite certain
that Dora, his wife back in England, wouldn't understand either.

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