Geneviève Falwell, CEO of Falwell Organics felt her long red hair wrapped around her Hindu lover's, and owner of the small Hindu quality control lab that provided her companies quality Control, fist, pulling her back onto the dark bronze bar of his huge Hindu cock as he explored parts of her pussy she had previously not suspected she had. Each withdrawal, the heavy purple bulb of his cock would drag along the oversensitive nerves of that sweet cluster whose outer expression ended in her clit, and few enough men could be bothered to find let alone ravage, inside her. She edged close to cumimg again, and his punishing fingers found her pendulous breasts and twisted her nipple savagely, shattering the climax that had been building and allowing her to move deeper, far deeper, into her frenzy than her body had ever been. Orgasm was found on the lowest slopes of the mountain her Hindu lover was driving her up, her own will would have shattered long before and surrendered to orgasm, but she had surrendered to Vihan instead.

"No, Randee" (no, whore) Vihan snarled. "You will not cum again until my cock is in your virgin ass"

He let go her hair, and Geneviève let his next thrust drive her face into the bed, letting his hard Hindu cock ravage her and pointing her pale toned ass face up to reveal the blue gem butt plug he had bought "matching your eyes, my beautiful Randee".

He began to spank her ass hard, leaving brutal red prints all over it, the pain shattering the bliss as his hard cock probed her white womb, already her whole womanhood writhed and pulsed beneath him, desiring to take his superior seed into the white womb that he had taught to surrender so perfectly. His will was as hard as the bronze of his cock, and he kept her on the edge, even as his own cock leaked precum like a sword wound leaks blood. Geneviève slid her hand between her legs to rub her clit, desperate to get over the edge, but Vihan grabbed her hand, then the other, crossing them behind her back and binding them with his discarded silk tie.

Spanking her ass hard with his hand, he held his cock still deep within her needy white cunt and let her desperately hump back into him begging for the release he would deny her.

"Beg me to take your virgin ass. You chose to set aside Geneviève the CEO and be Randee my little white whore, and little white whores beg their Hindu masters to use all their holes, don't they slut?" Vihan taunted, alternating slapping her bright red ass cheeks and half pulling and ramming home the stretching plug he had slid into her well lubed ass at the beginning of their play that morning.

Geneviève had a few lovers in the past who had desired her ass, but she had never allowed even a finger other than her own back there. Until Vihan. He had rimmed her, fingered her, plugged her, and now the largest cock she had ever touched, even in toys, was waiting only her word to stretch and claim her . Fear had filled her, but Vihan had taken her beyond thought, beyond fear, until she was no more than an animal forced under the lash of pleasure more punishing than any whip, cane, or knife. She broke, begging for her final defiling, final deflowering, surrendering the last citadel of her independence to the master who had made her choose to be collared.

"Please Sahib!" (Pease master!) she begged, "take my ass, own my ass, I am your whore, I am your Randee!"

Vihan pressed her cheek with his bare foot, grinding her face into the bed. Pulling the jeweled butt plug, he withdrew his cock, gripping the base firmly as he could feel himself pulsing too near his own release. She was magnificent, a virtual nordic goddess in icy reserve, as proud as any queen, as strong as an Amazon or Valkyrie, yet he had thought that there was a hunger in her to surrender in that most feminine of ways to one she trusted, if he could prove himself truly worthy to be her master. He could afford no mercy, no half measures. If he would free her from her chains of reserve and repression, he would have to break her utterly.

Lining up his cock head at her puckering pink rosebud, pouring lube over each throbbing inch, he pressed it until resistance halted him. He felt her tense, and hold her breath.

"I own you" He said, voice throbbing with emotions he could not fully define, thrusting in the swollen purple head of his cock, foreskin pulled back as he drove his spear into her vitals like Shiva's trident.

Geneviève whole body tensed up, and pain filled her as Vihan's hard Hindu cock proved larger and less yielding than the plastic of the plug that had seemed too big when first it was pushed into her. She felt her body tense to resist, like a frightened deer before a tiger, but his hands were upon her, and his voice cut through her like the roll of distant thunder, sounding and reverberating through her bones in slow, unhurried power.

"I am your Sahib" Vihan said pulling back until his crown pulled her tightening sphincter back, "your master" he said, letting his hands stroke gently down the small of her back to the hollow of her back, making her tremble as he let his strong hands run over the place that made her shudder with every caress. "Your god" he said, thrusting forward again, allowing one of his hands to be clutched by her own bound ones behind her back.

She squeezed his hands desperately, but holding his hands, she relaxed her belly and sobbing in a mix of pain and pleasure, in surrender, in need, let him began to stroke into her.

Working more lube onto his shaft as he had only a few inches into her, and the tight passage was milking his cock in ways that threatened his control, Vihan resloved to take it slowly for both of them.

Now she was gasping as he worked his cock three or four inches each way, half way into her. He heard her moan and start to move under him, biting her lip and scrunching her eyes tight as she concentrated on the unfamiliar feelings building within her. This was not like vaginal sex. It was building the same need, but slower, deeper, quieter in its onset. She felt herself sweating, panting as the pain began to recede, and a new need began to arise. Whimpering she started to push back.

"You were made for this, to serve Hindu cock. You were born to be my slave, and your body will reward you for your devotion. When you admit you exist only to serve my will and my pleasure you will know pleasure without limits!" Vihan swore slamming his cock full length into her, his own breathing rapid and wild. She bucked beneath him, her ass slamming backward into him so hard he felt a shock of pain as his cock tried to bend as her body cracked like a whip under him. A hot spray of liquid splahed his thighs and for one frozen moment his heart stopped in fear, believing he had hurt her, that this was blood.

"FUCK ME SAHIB!" Geneviève screamed, orgasm ripping into her body with a fury bordering on epilepsy, leaving her thrashing on the end of his impaling cock like a tigress pinned on a trident. If you are going to ride a tiger, you cannot get off until it is vanquished, so Vihan snarled and began to fuck his randee, his white goddess turned whore into Hindu submission. Slamming her pussy with full powered thrusts, he jerked his tie free of her hands and screamed at her.

:"Play with your whore chut, show me how much you burn to be my whore" He yelled, hoping none of the hotel neighbors would be calling the police. They were beyond loud.

Right hand buried in her hot folds, rubbing her clit with wild abandon, her left hand locked onto the headboard and shoved herself backwards, meeting every thrust, impaling herself on her lords hard Hindu cock, letting his bronze lund take her inner most sanctum for his plaything.

"I am your whore! Your whore! FUCK ME SAHIB!" she screamed as he felt her legs shaking, trembling, bucking like she was being electrocuted. She stopped breathing, her body bending like a compound bow at full draw and clamping around his cock like a hot vice. Vihan's control shattered and he roared incoherently as shot rope after rope of hot cum into her ass. Her own orgasm wetting his legs and the bed like she had voided her bladder not simply cum harder than ever in all her years.

He collapsed beside her, rolling her to stay connected. His arms wrapped around her as they lay together. Her own arms brought his up so they held her breasts as she whimpered and wiggled her little ass into him. Taking one of his hands, she sucked his finger into her mouth like a baby with a soother in a manner that tore a laugh from him in startlement. Whatever he had been expecting, this was a fair ways beyond it.

She was humming happily and dancing to unknown music in her head as they prepped for breakfast. Her wide blue eyes were glazed and distant, an odd smile wafting across her face randomly as she was clearly busy processing what happened the night before, and that morning. Vihan wasn't sure if he had gone too far, or if he was honestly OK with how far his own hungers had driven him to take things, as he went so very far off his own script for things. Her own smile when he tried to broach the subject was a sparkling wide eyed innocence that made his cock twitch and brain ache. Somehow he wanted to take her across his knee and spank her right there in the hotel breakfast nook in front of a half dozen staff and even dozen overtired executives. Her long blonde batting eyelashes and suggestive hip roll made it clear she was aware of his thoughts as she took a sausage to her lips and nibbled it suggestively.

Attempting to buy himself some time to get some work done and to give her a chance to process what she had experienced without any pressure from him, he let her know about the plan for the day.

"As you know the main convention starts today. I will be on the floor for most of the day, but opening the Hospitality suite for Vihan Enterprises so that I can network with some other Hindu business owners from India, England, Canada, Australia, and even Germany. The chances to do some good creating opportunities for Falwell Organic are pretty good. The partnership we have going here opens the door to working with established businesses in other places, opening doors that a local concern like yours, even now that you are nationally competitive wouldn't have access to. "

The bedrock of their relationship was trust. When he had nothing to offer but a vision, she backed him. When all the cards were in her hand, she played them like partners not like a company that could buy his own out of petty cash and take what she wanted instead of treating them as equals from the start. When he took over her internal quality control, he had the chance to steal her secrets and indeed was offered a great deal of money from players in the industry who could buy her company from its own petty cash, only she was as unwilling to sell as he was to sell her out. The fact that she had given him the right to bargain for them both was something he took pains to demonstrate he was respecting fully. Her eyes misted over and she was on the verge of tears when his next sentence caught her offguard.

"I have booked you a spa day here" Vihan intoned. "After the hard night you had," She smirked and he almost blushed, impudent wench! "I thought it was the least I could do for a reward." He babbled, rushing to get conversation back on track. "Hair and facial, manicure, pedicure, some sort of hot rock massage and body care" He slid the brochure across to her.

She opened it like a little kid at Christmas, wiggling in her seat in a way that made him thankful he didn't have to stand right away, as his pants were tenting visibly. Her voice was too loud for the questions she was asking.

"Ayurvedic Massage! Full body depletory services, and traditional Henna tatoos! Would that please you Sahib, to have your little white whore hairless of body and painted to best display your property!" Randee gushed, far too loudly.

"Sweet Shiva Geneviève!" Vihan gasped "keep it down, everyone can hear you"

"Who is Geneviève?" She asked batting her eyelashes with false sincerity. "I am only Randee, and serve Sahib's smallest whim. He is my owner, my master and my god" She took another sausage into her mouth, letting her lips caress it bore biting and chewing it with an impudent smirk.

Vihan closed his eyes and tried to will the blood to rush out of his cock before he slid painfully out of the booth. "I will open the hospitality suite about five and should be home about ten. We can play a little more then if you have recovered." Vihan said, vowing to stock up on proteins and fluids as he seemed to have awakened a veritable Parvati of devotion in her, even if she had enough suppressed hunger to lend a touch of Kali to those eyes sometimes. He would need to fuel up if he was going to handle all the hunger she seemed to have released with her surrender to him. He wondered vaguely if he might have bitten off more than he could chew.

Chatting with the little old ladies and middle aged ladies who ran the spa, she gossiped with wild abandon and let them share their own stories about their own lovers and for the older ladies, now husbands, and the ways they had enticed and teased them, she used his credit card with wild abandon to have her body prepared and pampered like the greatest Hetaria of ancient Rome or decadent Byzantium, even as she used her own to acquire the most scandalous saree to properly adorn herself. She left to the arts of the spa owners the designs of the erotic henna artwork to best display both her charms, and her submission to her lord and master.

Vihan lead the dozen Hindu business men towards the Hospitality suite he had booked. They had done a fair bit of networking already, but he was asking them to put a lot of faith in promises from a relatively unknown player. As he opened the door to the suite, Rahul, one of the older British Hindu asked a question that Vihan wasn't sure how to answer.

"You make a lot of promises about what Falwell Organic can do for us, but what assurances do you have that they are committed to seeing this trough. Breaking into new markets requires time and willingness to take short term risks and even losses to get to a place where quality and market forces can take market share from the entrenched powers. Your partners would bear those risks right along side you. What hard proof do you have of their commitment?" Rahul rumbled challengingly.

Startled exclamations came from the rest of the delegates as they swept into the room and were stunned by what they saw.

Standing beside the life sized poster of herself as CEO posing in front of their flagship processing plant was Randee wearign a green and gold sheer saree with nothing underneath it. Her naked white splendor shone through even as the golden medallions of her head dress and the golden chains around her wrists and ankles rang with the tiny golden bells as she walked. The henna tattoos ran along her body drawing every eye over her lush curves as she almost danced forward, long arms spread wide, wrists turned upward in supplication as she knelt before Rahul.

"I am Randee, born of the same mother and father as the CEO, and I am sent here to serve the pleasure of those who would join themselves to Sahib Vihan's great enterprise. Those who please him may only speak their desire and have me leap to fulfil it"

Dropping to her knees, and then belly, she kissed each of his shoes, then rose and took up a very demure ballet third position with the grace of the trained ballerina she had been before both her developing bust and educational demands had forced a stop.

Vihan strode forward and stepped in front of her, his eyes serious. "You do not have to do this, I do not command it." He was obligated as her Sahib to protect her, even from herself.

Eyes shining, she begged him "Please Sahib, let me serve you. Let me be your Randee. Let me be" her voice caught "your whore!" Her eyes shone with devotion, and he smiled.

Clapping his hands, Vihan ordered her coldly.

"Fetch us drinks, then make yourself available, we have a long night of negotiations ahead of us"

Hips swaying suggestively, she almost danced to the bar and began making drinks as the gentlemen called out. Leaning low to serve each in turn, she purred as they took bolder and bolder liberties with her body.

Rahul finally admitted as he sat back smoking a cigar while Randee fellated him, "I say old boy, this Falwell has some quality management, and a real dedication to working with Hindu business. I think this is the beginning of a long and beautiful relationship"

He swore, holding the Falwell CEO's head to his cock as he shuddered through a long climax that she sucked until he had to tear her off is oversensitive cock.

"It is always an honour to serve my Sahib's friends" Geneviève the CEO, now also Randee Vihan's slave and whore cheerfully said.

Vihan smiled. The gods provide for those who are willing to do the work. They really do.