The Facility

by Charles Arnold

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter One – The Gift Withheld

  Chapter Two – Madam Khe

  Chapter Three – Punishment

  Chapter Four – Defiance

  Chapter Five – Learning

  Chapter Six – Compliance

  Chapter Seven – The Lover

  Chapter Eight – Instructions

  Chapter Nine – Contest

  Chapter Ten – Considerations

  Chapter Eleven – Remembering

  Chapter Twelve – The Trial

  The Penitent II: The Facility

  by Charles Arnold

  ISBN: 978-1-939916-99-0

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  Preface

  In The Penitent, Kathy Ryan, a young, wealthy American widow, submits to the will of Ezra Stein. Stein is more than twice her age, grossly fat, ugly, but brilliant. After Stein subjects her to a number of degrading obscenities, she agrees to marry his retarded and deformed stepson, Richie. Richie vulgarly abuses and humiliates her before her friends and in public. A witness to her debasement is Mr. Satomi, one of the world’s most powerful men. Kathy becomes unexplainably attracted to Satomi.

  After she signs a contract to become Satomi’s concubine, she is handed over to Abul, the chauffeur of the rich Japanese. Abul is a ruthless thug whose hatred of American women is pathological. He defiles and torments Kathy in her own home. She escapes to London, but is apprehended and brought to Satomi’s “Training Facility” in Northern Pakistan. There, she is horrified to discover that her training Master is to be the brutal Abul.

  This book begins with the training of Kathy Ryan and ends with her trial.

  Chapter One – The Gift Withheld

  Kathy, naked under her caftan, sat in the stretch Lincoln between the two Asian women who also wore the traditional Muslim dress. Except for the upper halves of their faces, all three women were completely covered from their heads to their sandals. A few minutes after the limousine had pulled away from the cinder block building next to the airport’s single landing strip, the car phone rang. Miko, the older Japanese woman, picked up the phone. She was surprised to hear Abul’s voice. “How many needles were prepared with the drug?” he asked.

  “You wished for her to show you great respect before your friends. We instructed her about what she was to say and do. She is ready to obey you without question. In order to do this, we prepared six needles,” Miko answered.

  “Too many,” Abul said.

  “I think with less she would not have done it...I mean, she would have resisted.”

  “But with six?”

  “It is true that she’s been heavily drugged and that I have put her mind in a place where she can do little except what I tell her to do. She will say that she wants the gift. She may even accept it.”

  “Well, there’s been a goddamn change!” Abul shouted. “Satomi sent new instructions and Madam Khe agrees. There’s to be no gift.”

  “That is bad. We work hard. I think she is ready,” Miko said.

  “Put her on,” Abul ordered. Miko handed Kathy the phone and lifted the black cotton veil so the young woman could speak. “Rich American widow?” Abul asked.

  Even Miko’s drugs could not insulate Kathy from the fear that swept over her at the sound of his voice. “Yes,” she said softly.

  “You wish to honor me in the way we spoke of?”

  She did not answer immediately. She stared ahead, unblinking, then a shudder shook her body. She forced the hateful image of him from her mind. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “You will be disappointed to hear it, but there will be no gift, at least not today.” Kathy relaxed slightly. “But you will serve me and my friends in other ways, and you will show that you are thankful to be permitted to give such service.”

  “I will be grateful. I will do whatever pleases you,” she paused, glancing at Miko who nodded. “Master,” Kathy added.

  “To obey me and please me in all things...that is the only reason you have been sent here to the Facility.”

  “I know, Master.”

  “And when you are brought to me?”

  Kathy hesitated, closing her eyes, she said as if in a hypnotic state, “I will kneel before you, Master, and bow my head to kiss your feet.”

  “And then?”

  “I will thank you.”

  “Miko has instructed you in the proper method. Unless I order otherwise, you will always greet me in this way.”

  “Yes, Master, always.”

  “When you arrive at the Facility, Miko and Mi Jong will tell you how you are to be used and they will prepare you.”

  “Thank you, Master,” Kathy said. She handed the receiver to Miko who took it, listened, nodded once, and returned it to the holder. Kathy sat rigidly between the two women and stared straight ahead. They drove on in silence.

  The Facility was a low single story complex built against the base of a treeless mountain. Before leaving the limousine, Kathy was blindfolded. Miko and Mi Jong led her through the iron-gated entrance. A heavy oak door swung open as the three women approached. Miko spoke to someone, and the door closed behind them.

  In another part of the Facility, an angry Abul confronted Madam Khe, a thin Chinese woman who, although she could easily have passed for forty, was in her mid-fifties. She made a striking appearance: porcelain skin, high cheekbones, jet black hair pulled back from her face, piercing green eyes, high arched eyebrows, a wide mouth and perfect teeth. Her full lips were painted bright red. She wore mascara and eye shadow. She had small high breasts, a narrow waist, slender hips, strong well-proportioned legs, and very tiny feet. She was dressed in a tight fitting floor length black chignon, which was slit above her knees on each side. Black patent leather heels were held to her bare feet with narrow straps. The red lacquer on her toes and long fingernails matched the color of her lipstick.

  “Goddamn it!” Abul complained, “The American bitch is ready. She wants it. Miko said so, and she said so.”

  Madam Khe looked up from behind her huge ebony desk and shook her head. “You keep forgetting, Abul, that Mrs. Ryan is the property of Mr. Satomi. She is here to be broken and trained. She is not here to inflate your pathetic ego and certainly not to satisfy your obsessive wish for revenge.”

  “The bitch ordered me out of her house!”

  Madam Khe leaned back, “I don’t blame her. You are ugly, mean, and you smell bad. I would have done the same.”

  Abul’s face reddened. He clenched his fists and stared down at the small woman behind the desk. “You go too far,” he said.

  “I don’t go far enough,” she returned his stare unsmiling. She reached for a piece of paper on her desk. “This is a fax from Mr. Satomi. These are his orders. You understand… orders.” Abul looked away, and then nodded his head. Madam Khe continued, “He wants us to break her spirit, to completely destroy it but without drugs.”

  “That’s impossible,” Abul protested. “She will never agree to...to...”

  “Accept the gift unless she’s drugged and hypnotized?” Madam Khe interrupted.

  “Yes,” Abul answered, “the thought of her, the thought of anyone accepting it make
s even me uneasy.”

  “Mr. Satomi and I believe that only when she is willing, without needles, without drugs, without Miko’s suggestions, to submit completely and unconditionally will her spirit be destroyed. If she accepts what we propose freely, she will do anything Mr. Satomi requires... anything!”

  “But how...” Abul began.

  “We start with the needles and Miko’s hypnotic suggestions. This woman seems to be very receptive to Miko’s skills. We also continue to remind her that failure to comply will put her beloved sister-in-law in danger. Gradually, we reduce all of these while at the same time stimulating her sexual needs without fully satisfying them. We train her slowly and methodically to associate sensual excitement and release with the very things she finds most repulsive.” She leaned forward, tapping her long pointed nails on the desk. “If we do it right, Abul, there will be no need for drugs or intimidation. She will accept. When the training is complete and we deliver her to Mr. Satomi, he will own her body and her mind. She will have no spirit, no will of her own. Then, her devotion to him is certain to be absolute, unconditional.” She sat back.

  “I hope you are right.”

  “I better be right for both our sakes.” She stood. “I understand Miko used six needles that were prepared with the drug?”

  “Yes,” Abul said, “that seems like too many.”

  “Miko would not have used them if she didn’t believe it was necessary. This afternoon the American woman will do whatever you tell her because of the drugs and because she can’t resist Miko’s instructions. It’s as if her will has been temporarily taken over by Miko. After the drugs wear off, she probably won’t even recall what she has done. That’s no good. That’s what Mr. Satomi wants us to change. She must be trained to obey without the use of drugs, and afterwards she must be able to remember.”

  “To accept what we propose without Miko’s needles...” Abul shook his head, “I don’t think she will ever do that.”

  “I think you are right, Abul. If she cannot be made to accept the gift we’ve spoken of without drugs, then we will have to prove her spirit is broken in another way. Everything is a process. One step at a time, Abul. Now, since she has been made ready, and since we can’t have you lose face before your guests, we will proceed with the alternate plan.”

  Abul shrugged. “Miko says the drugs and her instructions to the woman will be effective for about six more hours. It won’t be the gift, but she will be well used.”

  “Good. I’ll stay here and watch on the monitor.” She pressed a button on her desk and a panel in the side wall opened to reveal a large television screen. “We will talk afterwards.” She gestured toward the door, dismissing him.

  In a small room next to the reception hall, Miko and Mi Jong had been busy transforming Kathy’s appearance. They removed the heavy make-up and reapplied the kind of cosmetics Kathy herself would use if she were meeting her husband in town for dinner. They dressed her in a pleated white skirt, a white silk blouse that buttoned down the front, and white pumps with a very high heel. She was given an expensive leather bag with a shoulder strap. She wore no bra or panties. While dressing her, Miko repeated over and over in a soft monotone a long list of instructions. After every repetition she would ask, “You understand?”

  Each time she asked, Kathy turned to face her and answered, “Yes, Miko, I understand.” Then Miko would have her repeat exactly what she was to say and do.

  When they were finished, Kathy was told to lie down. There was a narrow bed against one wall. Miko knelt beside her and spoke while she stroked Kathy’s forehead. After awhile they heard a single chime from a bell in the reception room. “We go now,” Miko said.

  The two older women led Kathy out and across the hall where a door swung open for them. The center of the marble floor was covered with a large many-colored circular rug. In a semicircle around it five men sat in beautifully upholstered chairs. Each man wore a white caftan. Abul occupied the middle chair. Kathy, her head bowed, approached to the edge of the carpet, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She then got to her knees and crawled to Abul, where she lowered her head to his bare feet. They were dirty, the long toenails almost black. Gently she pressed her mouth to the space between his big toe and the one next to it. Tentatively she parted her lips and with her tongue she touched between these two toes, first on the right foot, then on the left. She crawled back a little way and stopped, her head still bowed. “Thank you, Master, for allowing me to kiss your feet.”

  It was clear that the men were astonished by Kathy’s beauty and her subservience. She knelt there cowering before the brutish Abul, a lovely young American woman: obviously intelligent, well bred, and modest. Her white skirt and blouse, the white heels, the tasteful handbag, the bright red perfectly formed lips, the slight sheen of oil on her smooth skin, her black hair softly curling under at her shoulders all contributed to present an image of the independent, happily married woman Kathy had been just six weeks ago. They had seen her grovel before the loathsome Abul and touch her soft lips to his repulsive toes, then watched her pink tongue lick between them. “Get up.” Abul said. “Look at us. I have some questions to put to you.”

  Kathy rose to her feet and raised her head. The men were strangers to her. They were dark skinned and, except for Abul and one other, all were bearded. The youngest appeared to be in his thirties and the oldest, whose beard was gray, must have been over sixty. “Tell us who you are and why you are here,” Abul began.

  “My name is Katherine Ryan. I am an American. I have been brought here to be trained to serve.” She stared dully at Abul’s face. Her voice was a quiet monotone.

  “Were you forced to come?”

  “No. I am honored to be here. I gave up all that I had so that I might serve you.”

  “You were married?”

  “Yes. My husband died.”

  “When?”

  “Six weeks ago.”

  “Less than two months.” He leaned forward. “That’s the way with you American women who are spoiled by fathers and spoiled by weak husbands. You grow up not knowing your place. You grow up thinking you are equal. You become arrogant, you give orders, and you always want to be made happy. But none of you are ever satisfied because what you really need is to be used. When a strong man comes along, you soon forget the weak husband. You quickly learn where you belong. Isn’t this true?”

  “Yes, you have made me forget the past. I know now that my place is here on my knees before you.

  Abul sneered at her, “Yes, goddamn it, I make you forget. I show you where you belong. I tell you where to put your lips, how to use your tongue. It takes a strong man like me to make you crawl, make you beg, make you show respect and gratitude.”

  “Yes, Master, a man like you who is strong. The things my husband gave me are nothing. My life there was a false one.”

  “You say you were rich?”

  “We were well off.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “We had a big expensive house. We were members of the country club. We could go on vacations, entertain our friends. I could buy almost whatever I wanted. I was, as you have said, spoiled and arrogant.”

  “You and your husband and rich friends, you play tennis and golf and drink all afternoon at each other’s swimming pools?”

  “Yes, we did those things.”

  “You go to college?”

  “Yes, I graduated with a degree in fine arts.”

  Abul nodded at his guests, “A rich husband, a fancy house, and a college education. A degree in fine arts. Sometimes she would travel in a limousine and treat the driver like camel shit. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

  Kathy fought to keep her voice from trembling, “Yes, I am truly sorry.”

  “You need to be punished and will get what you need, Mrs. Ryan. Now, this husband of yours, what was he like?”

  “He was very handsome. Intelligent and kind. Everyone liked him.”

  “And you, did you like him?�
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  “I loved him. I loved him very much.” She paused, looked down at the floor, and then raised her head. “I love him still,” she said.

  “The last time I was in your house did you invite me to your wedding bed?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I...I don’t know how to explain it. At that time, I felt that only you could give me what I needed. I wanted you to take me, to possess me there in my house.”

  “You wanted me, as you say, to possess you in this same bed where you and your husband had often made love?”

  “Yes. I felt...I felt...drawn...compelled. It was something I wanted very much. You have a power over me that I cannot understand or control. On that night in my house you were all that mattered to me. My desire. no, my need for you was greater than anything I had ever felt. It is more intense now. In your presence, I tremble.”

  “Continue, Mrs. Ryan.”

  “That night I had no thought of my husband. No thought of anything but you. I wanted to feel your hands touching me. I wanted to make love to you...to please you in ways I had never pleased any man. I wanted to do whatever you ordered me to do. I begged you to take me there on the bed where my husband first made love to me. I wanted to accept whatever...whatever. you did to me .”

  “Tell my friends how you served me there in your fine house on your wedding bed.”

  Kathy paused once more. She felt the buzzing in her head. She glanced behind her at Miko who nodded. Facing Abul, Kathy began, “With Miko’s help I had cleaned my anal passage for you. She applied to me the oils, and perfumes, and cosmetics she knew might please you. I wanted to be beautiful for you. I will always want to be beautiful for you.” She could feel the color rise to her cheeks. “On my wedding bed you permitted me to kiss your lips and body, make love to your penis with my mouth. You allowed me to...to...touch your anus with my tongue and press my lips to it. I begged you to enter me from behind, and you honored me in that way.”

  “Did you ever make love to your husband as you made love to me?”

  “No, never. Never anything like that.”

  “Did he excite you?”