Kareena Makes a Change: India Story, Part Seven
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Kareena, the super powerful Indian goddess, alters her relationship with Chris.


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This story contains adult material and should not be read by anyone under the
age of eighteen.

This is Part 7 of my "India" series. These stories are about three sisters
from India who are descendants of a Hindu goddess and who possess superhuman
strength. I wrote them so that they could be enjoyed separately or as part of
a larger whole.

The previous stories in the series can be found on my bookshelf. They are (in
order):

1. India Story

2. Chris and Kareena Make Love

3. Kareena The Avenging Angel

4. Aadhya: Another India Story

5. Baljeet: India Story, Part Five

6. Baljeet Has Sex With Her Two Husbands

There is also a prequel about the sisters learning to deal with boys and their
superior strength when they were girls aged 11, 13 and 15. I have not posted
this story and don't plan to. However, if you are interested in learning more
about this story, drop me an email at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

These stories were all originally written as custom stories on commission. If
you enjoy my writing style and you have an idea that you'd like me turn into a
story, let me know. I'm always looking for a new challenge.

Email me with your comments and/or commission story requests at
sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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Kareena was having another nightmare. Once again she was reliving the horrible
events of almost a year ago when her beloved boyfriend Chris was kidnapped by
a band of outlaw bikers and held for ransom. What the bikers didn't count on
was that Chris was living with a beautiful woman from India who just happened
to be the descendent of a Hindu goddess. As a result, this incredibly sexy and
delicate looking woman was strong enough to lift a car over her head with
ease, fast enough to outrun a speeding motorcycle travelling in excess of 70
mph and tough enough to withstand bullets and knives.

In short, those poor kidnappers didn't know that the gorgeous 5'4", 127 woman,
with the flawless dark olive skin, long, flowing black hair and dark, sultry
eyes had the power of a comic book superhero.

In real life, Kareena rescued Chris. In fact, other than an injury to his left
arm when he was initially abducted, he was unharmed. However, in her
nightmares, Chris is always shot by one of the gang members. Kareena can see
the fatal bullet leaving the barrel of the handgun as she races forward trying
to stop it. In her nightmare she is always a split second too late to save her
beloved.

Then, in the horrible world of her nightmare, she turns on the gang and lays
into a hundred or more of them with homicidal rage. She reaches into their
chests and rips out their beating hearts. She can feel them explode in her
hands as she squeezes. She tears off arms and legs and uses them to beat their
former owners to death. She bashes in skulls with single powerful blows to the
head with her small but powerful fists.

This is no doubt what would have happened if Chris would have been seriously
harmed by his abductors. In reality, Kareena did defeat Chris's kidnappers
single-handedly, but she managed to do so without killing any of them. In her
dreams, by the time she finishes with them, she is covered with their blood
and gore.

When Kareena woke up from her dream, she was relieved to find Chris safely
beside her where he belonged. She snuggled her luscious naked body close to
his equally naked body and hugged him tight. "Chris, wake up," she said
gently.

"What is it?" Chris said as he began to wake up. He could feel Kareena's
powerful, steel-band arms around him. He could barely move. "What's the
matter, Mistress?" Chris asked.

"I'm scared," Kareena replied.

"Did you have another one of your dreams?" Chris asked his mistress. This was
a logical assumption since Chris knew of nothing else capable of scaring his
beautiful and powerful girlfriend.

"Yes," Kareena replied.

"Did this one end like the others?" Chris asked.

"Yes," Kareena said, "Just like in the other dreams I was too slow and that
human filth killed you. Then, in anger I killed every one of them." Chris
actually felt Kareena shudder as she laid with her sexy body pressed up
against his.

Chris wanted to turn on his side so that he could face her. Unfortunately, his
body was pinned on its back by his super-strong girlfriend's impossibly
powerful arms. He had to say, "Honey, could you please loosen you grip a
little so that I can turn to face you?"

This made Kareena giggle. "Oh yes, I forgot what a weak boyfriend I have. He
can't even break the hold of his cute, little, sexy Indian girlfriend!"

Kareena loosened her grip just enough to allow Chris to turn towards her. She
clearly was not ready to release him yet. "I glad to hear you laugh,
Mistress," he said. He put his hand tenderly on her smooth cheek. "Does that
mean that you're feeling better?"

"A little," said Kareena, "But I still get scared when I think of what could
have happened to you," she said.

"But, Honey, I'm not scared at all. Do you know why?"

"No, tell me," she said.

"Because I know that nothing bad can happen to me as long as I've got my
incredibly strong and sexy goddess watching out for me. I know that in your
dream you fail to save me, but that's not what happened in real life. Do you
know why?" Chris asked.

"Why?"

"Because you're so amazing," said Chris. "I know that you will always protect
me and that you will never fail. Don't you remember the things you did that
night to save me? You flipped over a car and outran a speeding motorcycle. You
punched though a brick wall and physically conquered over one hundred men. You
shook off bullets and knife stabs like they were nothing. Sweetheart, you're
so strong and fast and invincible. I knew all along you would save me. I never
doubted it for a minute. You're my mistress and my Indian Supergirl."

Chris then gave Kareena a long passionate kiss. "Besides, you own me, and I
knew that you would never let anyone take anything that belonged to you!"

Kareena giggled again, "Yes, that's true," she agreed. Then her mood turned
gloomy again, "But when I think of what could have happened," she said.

"But that's just it," Chris pointed out, "Nothing bad could have happened so
long as I was under your protection. Things turned out just the way they did
all because of you, my strong, sexy mistress. You protected me from harm, and
I'm certain that you always will. You are perfect, Mistress, even if your
dreams say otherwise."

Chris leaned in and gave Kareena another long, lingering kiss. Slowly he began
to work his way down her cheek, then down the side of her neck and to her
shoulder with kisses. He then shifted over and began kissing and licking her
breast and nipples.

Kareena began to moan erotically. "Yes, my servant, lick my nipples and cover
my breasts with your sweet kisses," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," Chris said as he continued to lick, kiss and suck Kareena's
ample, soft, perfect breasts.

Kareena reached down and gently began to caress Chris's rock-hard cock. "Who
owns you?" she asked.

"You do, Mistress," Chris replied.

"Does that include your penis?" she asked.

"That ESPECIALLY includes my penis," Chris replied.

As Kareena continued to caress Chris's hard cock, a few drops of pre-cum
dripped out of it. Kareena began to expertly roll the drops of pre-cum around
the tip of Chris's penis. "Does that feel good, my obedient little man?"

The feeling of pleasure this gave Chris was so great he could hardly speak. He
felt as if he would melt into a puddle at any moment. "I asked you a
question," Mistress Kareena said impatiently. Even though she loved Chris very
much, that didn't mean that she was about to put up insubordination from him.

Chris removed his mouth from Kareena's left nipple long enough to say, "Yes,
Mistress, the way you are caressing my penis gives me great pleasure. Thank
you, Mistress, thank you very much." He then immediately went back to sucking
her nipple.

Kareena used her free hand to hug Chris into her body. "Harder! Suck my tits
harder, baby," she commanded, "Mommy loves it when you suck her tits!"

The feeling of Kareena's strong arm around him, and her expert hand tenderly
caressing his cock while he sucked her perfect breasts was starting to
overwhelm Chris. He could feel the tingle in his balls that indicated that he
was about to cum, but he knew that his beautiful mistress didn't like it if he
had an orgasm without her permission.

"M-m-mistress, I... I'm going to e-explode," he said.

"Not yet!" she commanded as she tightened her grip on his penis just a little.
"I don't want you to cum yet," she said calmly.

"Y-yes, Mistress," Chris said. Mistress Kareena's control over him was so
complete, that she could take him to the very brink of no return and still
bring him back. "There's something special I want to do for you this morning
to show how much I love you," Mistress Kareena said.

She released Chris's penis and with one sweep of her arm, she swept all the
sheets and covers off of their king sized bed. Then she casually lifted Chris
and positioned him the way she wanted him on his back. She proceeded then to
position herself seated next to him with her legs stretched out.

"Tell me what you think about my feet," Kareena demanded.

"I... I think your feet are magnificent," Chris said, "Just like every other
inch of your body, Mistress."

"Yes, but don't you think that my feet are especially sexy?" she asked.

"Y-yes, I do," Chris replied. He became excited by the prospect of where he
hoped this was leading. It was amazing how many incredible sexual things a
woman could do when she had the face and form of a goddess as well as the
super-human strength and stamina of a goddess.

She stretched her leg so that her left foot was near his mouth. She pointed
her toes so that Chris could see the lovely arch of her foot. "Tell me what is
so sexy about my feet," she said.

"Oh, Mistress, it's... it's hard to describe. Your feet are just soooo
lovely." Kareena began to stretch and relax her foot back and forth near his
face. "I love the fluid way your foot moves, Mistress Kareena, and I love the
sexy arch of your dainty looking foot. I love every one of your cute little
toes and your lovely toe mounds. I love the slope of your beautiful heel and
the flawless, silky skin on the top of your foot."

"You want to kiss it, don't you? You're dying to kiss and worship my sexy foot
with your mouth, aren't you?" Kareena asked in a sultry voice.

"Yes, Mistress," Chris replied.

"So why don't you do it?" she asked.

"I... I'm waiting for you to give my permission, Goddess," he replied.

"I'll grant you permission to kiss and worship my foot if you say 'please',"
Kareena teased.

"Please, Mistress Kareena, may I please kiss, lick and worship your lovely,
sexy, exquisite, perfect foot?"

"I don't know.... Do you REALLY want to?" Kareena was torturing Chris, but in
a way that delighted him. He loved the way she got him all worked up and made
him beg and plead for her favors. Here he was begging to worship her feet - to
bring pleasure to her - and still he had to grovel to do so. Chris loved
knowing that Kareena had so much power over him. He loved her mastery and her
sense of authority. She treated him this way because she felt entitled to
being worshiped, and he gladly submitted because he agreed with her.

"Yes, Mistress, I really, REALLY want to worship your foot. Please, grant me
permission."

"Very well," she said with a soft whisper. Chris took her foot tenderly in
both hands and gently began to cover the top of it with kisses. He started
near her ankle and slowly worked his way down to her toes. Kareena giggled as
he did. She was slightly ticklish, but not so much so that his kisses and
caresses were unpleasant. She was just ticklish enough so that his worshipful
attention for her foot was that much more erotically charged.

When Chris reached Kareena's toes, he began to suck on her big toe. He sucked
and licked it for several minutes before moving on to the other four toes on
her lovely foot. He reverently slid his tongue first over the tops and then
across the bottoms of her toes. He then began to kiss and lick the bottom of
Kareena's foot, paying special attention to the arch. The skin that covered
Kareena's foot was smooth and sort. He ended by kissing and licking her heal.

When Chris was finished worshipping his Mistress's one foot which took a full
half hour, he began did the same thing with her other one. It was a Saturday,
so Chris didn't have to go to work. He had all the time he needed to do the
job right.

When he was finished, Kareena said, "That was very nice, Servant, and now my
feet would like to thank you for all the lovely attention." Chris could hardly
contain the joy in his heart because he knew what this meant. Kareena told him
to lie back on a pillow, and Kareena began to massage his erect dick with her
soft, smooth feet.

She stroked his shaft up and down with both feet. She put exactly the right
amount of pressure on his cock so that she held it firm and yet her touch also
felt as light as a feather as her feet moved up and down, up and down....

Kareena's toes were long and slender and oh so feminine. They were also almost
as dexterous as fingers. She placed one foot one the top of his cock and
lightly massaged the tip with one set of toes. She placed her other foot
lightly on his balls and began to massaged them with her other five toes.

Kareena had the ability to make a man feel better using just her feet than
most women could using their entire bodies. In a short while, Chris once again
began to feel that familiar tingle deep in his balls that indicated an
explosion was rapidly approaching.

"Mistress Kareena," Chris said, "I... I can't hold it back much longer."
Kareena knew exactly what "it" was.

"Yes, you can," she said, "Because I demand that you do." As she said this,
not only did she not stop massaging his dickhead and balls with her toes, she
actually increased the speed and pressure making it even harder for Chris to
hold back.

"But, Mistress..." he whined.

"Yes?" she taunted him.

"I... I CAN'T hold back much longer. I'm trying my best, but I can't! I'm
going to explode at any second!"

"You CAN hold back, and you WILL hold back until I say otherwise." Still,
Kareena rubbed his cock and played with his balls with her sexy toes. "You
WILL hold back because you are not allowed to disobey me, isn't that right?"

"Y-yes, Mistress Kareena, you know that I would never think of disobeying you
on purpose. You know that I respect your terrible strength too much to
disobey. B-b-but this is a physical function. The way you're stimulating my
dick and my balls, I c-can't control m-myself," Chris tried to explain.
"P-p-please, grant me permission to cum! Please, my almighty mistress."

"So you really don't think you can hold any much longer?" Kareena asked.

Chris could hardly stand the sweet agony that Mistress Kareena was putting him
through. "N-n-no, Mistress Kareena, I-I-I'm losing it, p-p-please...."

"In that case...." Kareena suddenly jumped up in bed and threw her sexy body
at Chris. As she landed on him, her dripping wet pussy slid easily over his
steel rod. As Chris felt his cock being enveloped by the moist warmth of
Kareena's pussy, he absolutely lost it causing his entire body to convulse.
His balls blasted forth with an intensity that he'd never felt before.

Even as he was screaming in ecstasy, Kareena began to do likewise in the most
intense simultaneous orgasm that they'd ever had. Even as the waves of
pleasure were sweeping over Chris over and over, he clutched Kareena's strong
body and began to weep for joy.

"Thank you, Mistress, thank you, thank you, thank you," he sobbed.

"Shhhh, my lovely man," Kareena said as she tenderly cuddled Chris and rocked
him back and forth. "It's all so overwhelming to make love with a goddess
isn't it?" she whispered in his ear.

"Yes, Goddess Kareena," Chris said and he continued to cry on her shoulder, "I
know I'm not worthy of you," he said.

Suddenly Kareena stopped rocking Chris and said, "What did you just say?"

"I said that I know I'm not worthy of you," he repeated.

Kareena held Chris and arm's length and said, "That's not true, Chris." She
was suddenly quite serious. "Chris, you have made me happier than any man I've
ever known. Although I'm descended from a goddess, and I've known almost no
unhappiness in my life, your love for me and mine for you has made me happier
than I ever thought I could be. My love for you is as big as the sky and as
deep as the oceans, and I know your love for me is just as great."

"Even greater," Chris responded.

Kareena took a beat to consider this and said, "I believe you, darling. I am
quite amazing after all. Still, you must never say that you are not worthy of
me again. You are worthy of me, my love."

"No.... How can I be?" Chris asked.

"Chris, do you believe that I will always speak the truth?"

"Of course, Mistress."

"And do you trust that I am always correct in all things?"

"Yes, Mistress, of course I do."

"Then you MUST take my word for it when I say that you ARE worthy of me."

"But...."

"No! We will have no further discussion on the matter. You ARE worthy of me,
and that's that! I forbid you to ever suggest otherwise ever again," Kareena
insisted.

"Yes, My Mistress," Chris dutifully obeyed. He was still skeptical, but he did
trust Kareena to always be right in all things, so maybe it was true.

As for Kareena, she was almost as surprised by her reaction as Chris was. In
the past, she always assumed that he was unworthy of her as well. How could a
man who was one hundred percent mortal be worthy of a woman who was part
goddess? And yet suddenly she knew for certain in her soul that this man's
giant heart and huge love made him worthy. She was suddenly as sure of this as
she was her own name. What's more, she knew without a doubt that he was the
only man on Earth for her. He was her perfect soul mate.

This could only mean one thing. It meant that she must stop being his mistress
and he her servant-lover and they must become man and wife. The thought hit
her like a bolt of lightning and brought a smile to her face.

"What are you smiling about?" Chris asked.

Even though Kareena had decided in that moment that she and Chris were to be
married, she decided to wait to tell him. Ironically she wanted to wait until
she felt more worthy of him. "I'm smiling because I love you so much," she
replied.

Chris smiled back at her. "In that case I'm smiling too," he said.

They both lay back in their bed and cuddled for awhile. Finally Chris said,
"You must be hungry, Mistress, I'll run to the kitchen and make you some
breakfast. How about some hotcakes, turkey sausage and eggs," he suggested.

"I have a better idea," Kareena said, "Why don't you get some rest while I
make YOU some breakfast?"

"What? I don't understand," Chris said. In all the time they'd been together,
Kareena cooking was completely unprecedented. It had always been understood
that Chris served his mistress which meant that he did all the cooking and
cleaning as well and going out and working fulltime. It was Kareena's job to
be served and waited on like the powerful goddess she was.

"What do you mean you don't understand, silly? You're tired, so I'm telling
you to rest while I fix breakfast."

Chris did not quite know how to react to this. It didn't seem like a very nice
- or safe - thing to do to point out that he was not used to Kareena doing
things like this for him. It wasn't as if she never did nice things after all.
She had sex with him all the time for which he was eternally grateful. The
truth was, Kareena was quite generous to Chris when it came to their love
life.

Also, she had saved his life a few times - first when they were attacked by
street thugs in India and later when he was kidnapped in America. She had also
gone to talk to his boss Margaret Archer of Archer games and secured him a
promotion at work with a substantial raise.

Of course, she had also been the inspiration for Tarina, the most successful
computer game character he'd designed. As such, she was largely responsible
for most of his recent financial success. It wasn't that she wasn't sweet and
loving towards him most of the time. It's just that she'd never offered to
cook - to actually serve him - like this before.

"Okay..." Chris responded apprehensively, "So what do you want me to do while
you're fixing breakfast?"

"I told you already," Kareena said, "You just rest here on the bed. I'll call
you when it's ready. You'd think I never offered to cook for you before!"

Kareena sounded slightly annoyed so Chris didn't dare to contradict her by
telling her that she never HAD offered to cook for him before. "Okay, Honey;
thanks," he said.

Chris put his head back down on his pillow, but he didn't exactly relax. He
listened as Kareena fumbled around in the kitchen of their luxury apartment.
It sounded like she rattled every pot and pan they owned, and she frequently
stuck her head back in the door of their bedroom to ask questions.

"Where do we keep the milk, my love?" she asked.

"Uh... in the refrigerator," Chris replied. Somehow he managed to keep a
straight face.

"Where do we keep the eggs, sweetheart?"

"In the refrigerator, honey."

"Precious, where do we keep the butter?"

"We don't have any butter, darling, we have margarine."

"Do we keep it in the refrigerator?"

"Yes, my love."

An hour and seventeen minutes later Kareena called Chris to kitchen for
breakfast. They had a formal dining room, but they usually ate casual meals
like breakfast in the kitchen. Chris noticed that there must have been half a
dozen dirty pot and pans which was strange for a breakfast that consisted of
scrambled eggs, toast and oatmeal.

Though the breakfast was modest, Chris was incredibly touched by the effort
that Kareena had obviously gone through to prepare it for him. He pretended
not to notice the shell in his runny eggs, the burnt toast or the lumps in his
oatmeal. He ate every bite with vigor and gusto. When Kareena offered to
spread orange marmalade on his toast, he graciously accepted even though he
much preferred strawberry preserves.

When breakfast was through, Chris offered to load the dishwater. Kareena let
him. After all, she hadn't totally changed.

After loading the dishwasher, Chris began to do his usual Saturday chores
which consisted of giving the apartment a thorough cleaning. Instead, Kareena
insisted that the two of them go out together and enjoy the beautiful autumn
day. They took a walk through a nearby park and observed the colors of the
changing leaves. They held hands and watched some children playing on a
playground. They even bought and flew a kite together.

It was one of the most pleasant times Chris could remember spending with
Kareena that did not involve sex since she moved to America with him. It
reminded him of the time they spent traveling across India together when they
first met.

When they returned to their apartment, they ordered Chinese takeout which they
ate on their terrace right out of the boxes without bothering to set the
table. Kareena could see that Chris was relaxed and happy, and that made her
happy. Though she genuinely enjoyed being served and waited on, she found that
she also enjoyed seeing to her man's needs.

Chris was delighted when Kareena took his hand and led him into the bedroom
along with some leftover duck sauce. He was even more delighted when Kareena
ripped off their clothes and spread the duck sauce on her tits and pussy and
instructed Chris to clean it off her with his tongue. Chris was still more
delighted when Kareena took the last of the duck sauce and smeared it on his
hard cock before licking up every last drop.

After showering, Kareena decided that they would get dressed up and go out
dancing at the trendiest club in the city. Chris put on his most stylish suit
and waited in the living room for Kareena to finish getting ready. "But,
Honey, what if we don't get in?" Chris asked, "That place is very exclusive."

This question made Kareena laugh. She said from the other room, "Baby, don't
worry; you're with me. Have you forgotten that I have the strength to lift
full grown bull elephants over my head with one hand or that I can punch holes
in concrete walls that are twenty-four inches thick? What club bouncer is
going to keep me out of a nightclub if I want to get in? Honestly, sometimes
you say the most ridiculous things."

Then Kareena stepped into the room. She was wearing a traditional Indian sari.
This particular sari was new, and Kareena was showing it off to Chris for the
first time. It was blue and red which were Kareena's signature colors. This
particular sari was tight, low cut and featured a bare midriff. It hugged
every sumptuous curve of Kareena's lush, feminine body and displayed her ample
breasts and her flat, tight tummy to their best advantage.

The sari was sleeveless so that Kareena's powerful arms were also on display.
Despite Kareena's immense physical power, her arms were not heavily muscles.
Normally she looked delicate, almost frail even. It was only when she flexed
her arms that her biceps were visible. Even then, they were not especially
big, but they were extremely dense and, of course, fantastically super-strong.
The fact that the muscles in her arms didn't look nearly as strong as they
were only turned Chris on that much more. It was like he and Kareena shared a
special secret.

The sari was made of light, almost gossamer silk that was soft and pleasing to
the touch. However, the generous portions of Kareena's olive, almost brown,
skin that visible was softer, smoother and more pleasing to the touch than
silk, satin, velvet or any other textile known to man.

Kareena's long, beautiful black hair hung loose and lightly curled around her
shoulders. Her dark eyes were exotic and yet warm and inviting. From
underneath the long skirt of her sari, Kareena's ten sweet toes peaked out of
the sandals she was wearing. Each toenail was painted pink. Kareena looked so
scrumptious that Chris gasped when she stepped into the room and he got a good
look at her.

"My God, Mistress, you look beautiful," he whispered. He spoke quietly because
he was afraid that if he made too much noise, somehow the spell might be
broken.

Kareena did a graceful twirl. "Do you really think so?" she asked.

Chris knew that she was fishing for compliments, but he didn't care. She was
so breathtaking that he felt she deserved all the compliments he could heap
upon her. "Honey, you are the most beautiful and majestic woman who ever
lived. You are the epitome of femininity and grace. I can't think of enough
superlatives to describe how incredibly and impossibly stunning you look
tonight."

"So, in other words, you don't think that I'll have to resort to violence to
get past the bouncer?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Honey, I think that any healthy, heterosexual male will let you right in the
door without waiting in line," Chris agreed.

"And you're with me," Kareena concluded.

"And I am the luckiest man on Earth to be with you," Chris agreed. He wanted
to close the space between them so that he could kiss his dazzling girlfriend.
Unfortunately when he tried to stand he was so turned on that his wobbly knees
buckled, and he fell back in the chair.

"Poor baby," Kareena commented as she came over to him. She put her hands on
his shoulders and lifted him to his feet. His weak legs were now restored to
full strength. One thing that Chris could always count on was that Kareena's
strength would always be there whenever his failed.

Their lips met and Kareena kissed her lover long and deep. It was these sweet
intimate moments with Kareena that Chris liked best. Kareena's body simply
pulsated with power and just being near such awesome might made him feel more
powerful as well.

Kareena broke off the kiss and said, "Let's get going now, lover; I'm in the
mood to dance." If there kiss had lasted three seconds longer their departure
would have been delayed by the fact that Chris would have been forced to
change his trousers and underwear before he could be seen in public.

When they got to their car in the parking garage below their apartment
building they found that it was blocked in by an H2 Hummer that some
inconsiderate asshole had parked illegally. "Looks like we have a slight
problem here," said Chris. He was smiling happily because he knew that this
"problem" would be so easy for Kareena to solve that it could hardly be
considered a problem at all.

"Problem? I see no problem here - at least it won't be a problem for us. The
owner of this preposterous vehicle might consider it a problem later, but
that's what he gets for being such an offensive oaf." With ridiculous ease,
Kareena stooped over and got her hands beneath the gargantuan vehicle. It only
weighed a little over 6,600 pounds, so it was child's play for Kareena to lift
it up off the ground. In fact, when Kareena was a child of twelve back in
India, she and her sisters used to toss around weights that were nearly this
heavy for fun.

While Kareena had the car up in the air, she went ahead and lifted it
completely over her head. She knew that Chris enjoyed watching her perform
feats of mega-strength such as this. Just to make sure that he got full
enjoyment out of her demonstration of power, she dropped her left hand and did
ten one-handed reps with the massive automobile.

Then, looking for a place to set the car down so it would not block anyone
else in, Kareena carefully set it on the ground... upside down! "That should
be a lesson in etiquette to that son of a mongoose," she said.

"It's one that he won't soon forget," Chris agreed. Forty minutes later they
were walking up to the entrance of the club. The entrance had the usual velvet
rope as well as two enormous bouncers out front to make sure that only the
Beautiful People were allowed access to the exclusive paradise inside.

"Follow me," Kareena instructed as she walked past all the less than fabulous
people on the wrong side of the rope. The head bouncer who was 6'4" and
weighed 287 pounds took one look at the 5'4", 127 pounds of splendor that was
Kareena. She had a delicately beautiful face and a body that was pure sin. She
was dressed in an exotic outfit and she glided with confidence and smooth
grace. Letting her in immediately was a no-brainer.

It did take a little "persuasion" on Kareena's part to convince the two burly
bouncers to allow Chris to come in with her. Kareena was in such a good mood
that night that she let the rude bouncers off with a warning after she lifted
them both into the air with one hand. If she had not been in such a good mood,
they would have woken up two of three days later in the hospital for insulting
her man that way.

When the bouncers were taken care of, Kareena took Chris by the hand and said,
"Come, darling," and they enter the club together.

Before hitting the dance floor, Chris and Kareena decided to get some drinks.
"It looks pretty crowded in here," Chris observed, "I hope we can find a free
table."

"You go to the bar and get our drinks, and I'll find a table for us," Kareena
instructed. After Chris had the drinks in hand, he began to scan the room for
Kareena. He didn't see her at first, but he did see three large men being
thrown several feet into the air. Something told him to look for Kareena in
that direction.

When he got to where he saw the men first enter the air, he found Kareena
sitting at a table by herself with two empty chairs. "You found us a table I
see."

"Yes, one opened up just now," she said with a devilish grin.

As they sat at their table enjoying their drinks, there was a big commotion
near the club's entrance. "I wonder what that's all about," Kareena said.

"It's probably some celebrity coming in," Chris suggested.

Suddenly the crowd opened up and Chris and Kareena saw that boy pop sensation
Davy Leaver was in the room surrounded by a large entourage. Of course,
"Leaver Fever" was all the rage about two years before when Davy first hit the
scene and his songs dominated the pop charts. It was an old story however;
everyone compared him to Elvis and the Beatles for about six months.

Inevitably, people began to grow tired of him, and now, at the age of barely
twenty-one, he was a star on the decline. He was also spoiled, very rich and
had an appetite for trouble that knew few restraints.

He still had enough star power to attract a great deal of attention. As he
circulated around the room women, some of whom where nearly twice his age,
fawned all over him.

In the midst of this, Kareena grabbed Chris by the hand and said, "Come on,
lover, let's dance!" She got him out on the floor and began to sway slowly to
the music. Chris did his best, but he might as well have been invisible.

The more Kareena threw herself into her dance with her shoulders, hips and
torso pulsating to the music, the more the other patrons of the club began to
notice her. Soon every set of eyes in the club were glued to her and her
hyper-sexual moves. Couples became so aroused watching her that they began
making out all over the room. Even strangers found themselves kissing and
groping one another. Others simply watched Kareena in dumb silence.

When the music finished, the usually loud nightclub was as quiet as a church.
Kareena took Chris by the hand again and led him back to their table. As
always, she led, and he followed.

A few minutes later, three huge men who were members of Davy Leaver's
entourage approached Kareena and Chris's table. "Excuse me, Miss," one of them
said, "Mr. Leaver would like to meet you."

Kareena barely acknowledged their request. Without even moving her head, she
glanced sideways and said, "No thank you."

"But, Miss, you don't understand," another one of them said, "Mr. Leaver would
like to meet you."

This time Kareena turned her head almost half-way towards the men. "You say
'Mr. Leaver' as if I should be impressed. Tell that boy over there that if he
would like to meet me, he should come over here and introduce himself like a
gentleman. And then tell him not to bother because I am not interested in
meeting him."

Suddenly two other large men were standing beside the other three. All five of
the men were big, strong looking men. Any one of them could have been mistaken
for professional football players or heavyweight UFC fighters. "Is there a
problem?" one of the new arrivals asked.

"There will not be a problem if you men leave here immediately," she said.
Unfortunately, these men were sent by their employer to perform the task of
bring Kareena back to meet him. They were all paid very well to do whatever
their employer told them to do. They all knew that if they failed in their
task, they might lose their high-paying jobs. This set of circumstances caused
them to do something they otherwise would not have done.

One of the big men put his big hands of Kareena's arm and tugged her. "Come
on, Miss, just come over and say hello to Mr. Leaver."

This action caused Chris to bolt upright out of his chair and shout, "Take
your stinking paw off of her you damned, dirty ape!" (Chris knew a good line
when he heard one.)

This led to another one of Leaver's thugs to push Chris hard down in his
chair. This, in turn caused Kareena to come up swinging her fists. More of
Davy Leaver's entourage started to run over to help the five who were already
there. However, when they saw what Kareena did to her opponents, they all
stopped dead in their tracks and ran out of the club.

Kareena kicked off her sandals and attacked the five huge men like a cyclone
of flying fists and feet. Each blow she struck was more powerful than the
force generated by a jackhammer. Three hundred pound men were sent flying
across the room like they weighed nothing.

A few of the big men managed to strike Kareena with powerful kicks and
punches, but she shrugged them off as if they were gnats. One man even pulled
a bowie knife and tried to stab Kareena with it only to have the blade bend
out of shape rather than penetrating her beautiful, silky smooth olive skin.

In less than two minutes, Kareena beat all five men to within an inch of their
lives. Their faces were puffy, pulpy messes that even their own mother's would
not have recognized when she was through with them. The worst beating of all
was reserved for the thug who tried to stab her.

By the time she was though with her tormentors, Kareena's sari was torn to
shreds and she was down to just her bra and panties. She decided that she and
Chris should go home. However, before she left, she made Davy Leaver pay to
replace her sari. Then she put him over her knee and spanked his bare ass for
good measure. "And by the way, I think your music is atrocious," she said to
him as she left him crying alone at his table.

When they got home, Kareena turned to Chris and apologized for spoiling their
night of dancing. Chris responded to this by saying, "Honey, you were
magnificent tonight. You were like some beautiful savage. Every time I think I
could not be more turned on by you, you do something else to prove me wrong!"

This statement was followed by a night and day of epic love-making.

The following Monday, as Chris was coming home from a particularly grueling
day at work, he hoped he could talk Kareena into ordering take-out food that
night. He was tired from their all day Sunday love-making session as well as a
hard day at work, and he did not feel up to preparing a nice dinner on top of
all that.

It wasn't that he was beginning to chafe from being responsible for preparing
all the meals, doing all of the household chores and also holding down a
demanding fulltime job. The privilege of being with Kareena more than made up
for all of this in Chris's mind. It's just that sometimes he did feel as if he
was being stretched pretty thin.

Part of the problem was that Kareena expected every meal to be a full, lavish
affair, and she didn't like having fulltime help around. That meant that
except for special occasions, Chris was expected to handle everything.

Imagine his shock when he walked into his apartment and smelled the aroma of
cooking chicken. Do I smell what I think I smell?" Chris asked.

"If you think you smell tandoori chicken, then the answer is yes," Kareena
replied. "I believe that is you favorite Indian dish, yes?"

I WAS Chris's favorite Indian dish. It was what he was eating the first time
he ever saw Kareena. "Where did you order it from?" he asked.

For an instant, anger flashed in Kareena's eyes which sent waves of terror
though Chris. The last thing on Earth he wanted to do was make her angry.
However, Kareena counted to ten in her head and realized it was a fair
question. She replied in a measured tone, "I did not order it from anywhere; I
made it myself."

"Oh." He wanted to ask what the occasion was. First she volunteered to make
breakfast on Saturday morning, and now she prepared his favorite Indian dish.
He wasn't sure how to react. He was afraid to act too surprised, but at the
same time, he felt that it would be a mistake to not make some kind of to-do
about it. All he could come up with for the moment was an unconvincing, "Wow,
honey, that's awesome!"

"Come in to the dining room," Kareena instructed, "It's all ready." When Chris
entered the dining room, he was surprised to see that the table was set with a
full meal complete with a salad and side dishes, a table cloth and lit
candles. It wasn't that he thought Kareena was incapable of performing such
tasks; it's just that she never had before.

Chris was further surprised to discover that the food was all excellent! He
decided to throw caution to the wind; he had to know. "Kareena, darling, this
meal is delicious. Did you really prepare it all by yourself?"

Much to his relieve, Kareena was delighted to discover that Chris loved the
food rather than peeved that he was questioning her ability to prepare it.
"Well... I did call my father in India several times today. He talked me
through the trickier parts."

"Honey, if these are the results, you can run up our phone bill as much as you
want." For a second, Chris was seized with fear. He realized that he implied
that Kareena was not free to run up the phone bill without his say so. Of
course, this was not the case. Kareena could do whatever she wanted whether
Chris liked it or not, and they both knew it. Chris was sure that Kareena had
caught the implied challenge to her absolute authority. However, she decided
to let it pass.

"Thank you, dear-heart," she said.

Over the course of the next several weeks, Chris would come home from work to
a beautifully prepared meal. It got to be a routine. Kareena even started
getting up early in the morning and preparing breakfast. Her culinary efforts
began with traditional Indian dishes, but then quickly expanded. Soon she was
preparing meals that could only be described as American comfort food like an
expert. Chris would have compared Kareena's meatloaf, mashed potatoes and
fried chicken with any cook in America.

Chris wasn't surprised that once Kareena decided to become a cook she almost
instantly became a master chef. That was more-or-less a given. She always
became great at anything she decided to do. What surprised him was that she
decided to become great at it in the first place.

Even more miraculous, when Chris would go to clean the apartment, he found
that it was already clean enough to pass a white glove test. Kareena had
secretly been doing housework!

After about six weeks of this, Chris couldn't hold back any longer. He had to
ask Kareena the reason for the change. When he did, she smiled at him and
said, "I wondered when you were going to work up the courage to ask me about
it."

"But, honey, if you knew I was wondering, why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh no, sweetheart, I was having much too much fun watching you try to figure
it out for yourself," she giggled.

"You know, I went through a brief period at first when I thought that you
started cooking and cleaning as a way of telling me that you didn't like the
job I was doing at those things."

"No, darling, that was never the case," Kareena assured him.

"So... why?"

"Because I didn't wish to be like my sister Baljeet," Kareena replied. Without
waiting for Chris's follow-up question she elaborated. "As you know, my sister
Baljeet has two husbands, Sunil and Kiran, who she dominates. She does not
contribute anything and makes the two of them wait on her hand-and-foot. She
even makes them compete for her affections."

"On the other hand, my sister Aadhya is married to Arjun Roshan who is a
famous Bollywood movie star. Since becoming Arjun's wife, Aadhya has taken
control of Arjun's career as his agent and business manager. As a result, he
is more popular and successful than ever. In fact, she emailed me yesterday to
tell me that Arjun has just signed a deal to star in his first major Hollywood
production. He is poised to become an international action movie star."

"Wow, that's great news!" Chris said.

"Yes," Kareena continued, "So I decided that if we were going to take our
relationship to the next level, that I wanted to be more like Aadhya and make
contributions to your life and well-being rather than like Baljeet who only
takes and gives back very little. I looked at your life and decided that you
were doing very well professionally. You are at the top of your field, and
needed no help there. It therefore made sense that the best contribution I
could make was to make things more relaxing for you at home. So that's what I
decided to do."

Chris's heart was truly touched. He knew that Kareena didn't have to do these
things. She was doing them because she truly did love him. What he didn't know
was that once Kareena started taking care of him, her love for him only grew
stronger still. Then suddenly it occurred to him....

"Wait a minute. You said, 'If we were going to take our relationship to the
next level.' Does... does that mean what I think it means?" Chris could hardly
dare hope that it did.

"That's right, my love," said Kareena, "I've decided that we are to become
husband and wife."

"When?" Chris asked.

"How much vacation time do you have saved up?" she asked.

Chris was a junior partner at Archer Games with a very generous benefits
package. "About a month, I think," he replied.

"That's what I thought," said Kareena, "Next month we will be married in India
followed by a three week honeymoon in Paris, Venice and Amsterdam. I've
already made most of the arrangements."

Chris thought his heart was going to burst with joy! In a little over a month,
he was going to be married to the woman of beyond-his-dreams. It was also
clear from the way she was making all the decisions that she intended to be
the boss of their marriage, and Chris wouldn't have it any other way.

"After we're married, will you still allow me to worship your feet?" Chris
asked?"

"Allow? My future husband, I've already written your wedding vows for you in
which you promise to obey me in all things. Therefore, I will DEMAND that you
worship my feet CONSTANTLY!"

Chris fell to his knees and began to cry. "I love you so much, Kareena," he
said as he crawled over to her and began kissing her sandaled feet.

"Of course you do," Kareena said, her hands on her hips with an
arrogant-but-loving smile on her face, "How could it possibly be otherwise?"

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