“Yes. We were in love. There was much pleasure. But when you took possession of me there, in my bed, I knew...I knew that you were my Master.”
“But you loved your husband?”
“Yes. As I said, I love him still. I will always love him. But yours are the feet I kiss in reverence and in gratitude.”
Abul smiled at his guests who murmured their approval. He turned back to Kathy, “So, Mrs. Ryan, just two months ago you were a rich, spoiled American with a college degree, and a membership in a country club. You had a big fancy house, and a handsome husband and were living a rich American life and making love in your king sized bed.” He turned to look at the men on his right and left. “Now, my friends, we see before us, this recent widow dressed in clothes she might wear for a pleasant evening on the town with her husband. This same Mrs. Ryan has come halfway around the world to receive from me a very personal gift. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy hesitated, looking down at the pattern in the rug at her feet. She raised her head, “Yes, Master,” she said.
“Describe this gift you are so anxious to receive, Mrs. Ryan.”
“I...I...,” Tears began to well up in her eyes, “Please, Master, would you...would you ask me questions about it?” The room around her seemed to go out of focus. Abul and the other men were white blurs. The words that Miko had made her repeat over and over filled her mind. Her head ached with them. She knew if she said them as she’d been instructed, she would soon be permitted to sleep. They were, after all, only words.
Abul looked across at Miko who nodded. “All right, then,” Abul said, “where were you to receive this gift?”
“Here, lying on my back on this carpet, naked before your guests.” It was the correct answer.
“And what were you going to do on your back? Were you going to spread your legs and ask me to please fuck you?”
“No, Master, I would never presume to ask you for anything.”
His questions were coming as she had expected. It gave her some comfort to know she was prepared for them, even though, for her, the questions and answers had little meaning.
“Tell us what the gift is.”
Kathy brought her hands up to her mouth. She bowed her head and was silent. Miko stamped her foot. Kathy flinched, then whispered something they could not hear.
“Speak up!” Abul demanded.
“The gift is to...to…be permitted to suck your cock and to be granted permission to part my lips and…kiss and lick…kiss and lick….” Once more, Miko stamped her foot. “Kiss and lick your anal opening,” Kathy said quickly.
The guests looked at each other. Several leaned forward. The oldest of the guests stood up and turned toward Abul. “She is drugged and is susceptible to the words of the Japanese woman. If she were herself she would never agree to such a thing. What we are witnessing here is a sham.”
Abul’s face reddened. “You are right about the drugs and the control Miko exercises. That is why we have postponed the gift. But I guarantee that within three months, she will be back here in this room before you begging to do what she has said, and she will do so without the drugs and without any other kind of force.” He glared at the half circle of guests. The older man sat down. During this exchange Kathy, her head bowed, continued to stare at the rug not seeming to have heard or understood what they said.
Facing Kathy once more Abul said, “Now, Mrs. Ryan, suppose we pretend that you are going to receive the gift. Let us hear you beg for it.”
Again, Kathy was silent for a moment before she began. She looked over at Miko, then down at the floor. “Master,” she said softly, “please permit me to show my devotion by...by cleaning you.”
“Will you clean me with warm towels?”
“No, Master.”
“With your permission I will use a small quantity of paper.”
She frowned and appeared to be trying to remember something. Miko stamped her foot. “I will clean you first with the paper, then lick,” Kathy murmured.
“And you will press your painted lips against my hole?”
Quickly she glanced at Miko who nodded. “Yes...yes, Master,” she said only vaguely aware of what she was agreeing to. Kathy clasped her hands in an effort to stop them from trembling. She felt faint. The buzzing in her head intensified. “I want a complete answer to my question!” Abul shouted.
“Yes...yes Master, I will, as you say, press my mouth against your opening.”
“And afterward?”
“Miko will wipe my face and I will kneel before you, and I will gratefully kiss your feet.”
Abul shifted in his chair and leaned back. The men began to talk among themselves in a language Kathy didn’t understand. Miko had come up behind Kathy with a tall stool and helped her up onto it. Kathy sat for several minutes with her head bowed. “Lift up your skirt, Mrs. Ryan, and spread your legs. We want to see your cunt.” Kathy did as he ordered. “Move to the edge of the stool and spread wider. Open your cunt with your fingers.” She inched forward and, reaching between her legs, parted the outer lips of her pussy. The bright red nub of her clitoris and the pink crevice glistened with her secretions.
“Are you in heat, American bitch?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
“How long since the last time you were fucked?”
“I can’t remember, Master, a very long time.”
“But you’re not going to receive the gift, and you’re not going to get fucked today, and you’re not going to cum. So why are you here?”
“I’m here to do whatever you require of me and to serve your guests in whatever ways they wish.”
“Open that shoulder bag you have and take out what’s inside,” Abul said. Kathy reached into the bag and withdrew a thin golden chain with a gold clasp on each end. “Now, give the chain to Miko and take off your blouse.” Kathy unbuttoned the blouse. Mi Jong took it from her. “Pull your nipples. Make them hard,” Abul said. Kathy’s small breasts were high and firm, the nipples already hard. She did as Abul had ordered and when her nipples were elongated, Miko clipped the chain to each one and tightened a small set screw that pinched the clamps together until they almost broke through the skin. Kathy gasped but did not cry out. “Now, remove your skirt, Mrs. Ryan, and come to me.”
Kathy slid off the stool and unhooked her skirt. She handed it and the bag to Mi Jong. Then she got to her knees and, naked except for her heels, crawled to Abul where, once more, she bowed her head and stared at his long encrusted toenails. “Look up, Mrs. Ryan.” She raised her head but had difficulty looking into his eyes. “You wanted the gift?”
She seemed puzzled. “The gift...gift...yes...I wanted the gift.”
“You’re disappointed you aren’t going to get it?”
“Yes.”
“We’ve decided you aren’t yet deserving enough to receive it. You will have to prove you are worthy.”
“I will try.”
“I’m about to give you a chance to show us how hard you intend to try. But first, Mrs. Ryan, tell my guests and me exactly what you are going to try very hard to be worthy of.” Abul laughed at her. The others joined in.
After a quick glance at Miko, she bowed her head. “I will try very hard to make myself worthy of being permitted to use my lips and tongue to...to kiss...to kiss and lick your anus.” Her eyes were vacant and her voice a flat monotone. “Your hole,” she added, “I would be honored to lick it for a very long time.”
“And this foul smell, this foul taste will not displease you?”
“No, Master.”
“Well?”
“It comes from you. I will serve you with my mouth and...and...thank you afterward.”
He turned to the men on his right and then to those on his left and smiled. “Look at her my friends. See how quickly her breasts rise and fall. Notice how stiff her nipples have become. Look at her mouth, how wet it is. She is excited, my friends.” He leaned toward her. “It is better to kneel at a strong man’s feet than to m
ake love with your weak husband, is it not?”
Kathy stared at his long, crooked toes before answering. “Yes,” she said softly, “it is better.”
“Then deny him.”
“I do. You are what I need. You have shown me that my place is here, on my knees before you.” He pointed to the floor. She bent down once more to press her lips to his feet.
Abul motioned to Miko, who hurried across to wipe Kathy’s face and apply fresh lipstick. When she finished, Kathy once again knelt at Abul’s feet. “Now, Mrs. Ryan, before you service me, you are to present your ass to each guest in turn and ask him to fuck it. Some might want you to make them hard first with your mouth. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She crawled to the first guest and dutifully lowered her head to kiss his feet. Then she turned around and, raising her ass, she pressed her face against the carpet as she reached behind her to spread her ass cheeks. “Please,” she whispered.
After the fourth guest had cum deep in Kathy’s anal passage, Miko coated her swollen lips with bright red lipstick and gloss. Abul had opened his caftan. Kathy crawled between his legs, her head bowed, “Please, Master, allow me to caress your penis with my mouth.” She was silent. They all waited. Abul said nothing. Miko, again, stamped her foot. Kathy flinched, then wet her lips. She looked up at Abul, her mouth glistening. “I beg you Master, look at my lips. They are moist and warm. Please give me permission to suck.” She inched forward, looking up at him. “I want very much to suck.”
He nodded. The stench from his crotch was worse than it had ever been. Kathy, her hands behind her back, leaned forward and parted her lips over his gray bunched foreskin, teasing the purple cockhead out of its foul smelling cover. “This is what you need,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered. “This is what I need.”
Chapter Two – Madam Khe
Later that evening, Abul, Madam Khe, and Miko watched the tape of Kathy’s performance. When it was over, Madam Khe sat for a long while, not speaking. Abul sprawled in the chair facing her desk. Miko stood at the back wall. Finally, Madam Khe looked up at them, “The old man was right, you know. She would never have done that without the drugs and Miko’s hypnotic skills.” She shook her head at Abul, “Don’t you ever wash? The sight of that beautiful young girl’s lips on your repulsive feet was sickening.”
Abul started to rise in anger, then thought better of it. “Why wash when I have the tongue of the American woman to clean me?”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. She must learn to accept a lot worse.” She looked over at Miko. “She needed six needles or she would not have obeyed?” It was a question.
“That is right, madam, she would not have obeyed.” Miko said. “Not only six, but it took a full hour to complete the spell. She has a strong spirit. Not easy to weaken.”
“What are her true feelings toward Mr. Abul?”
“Hate, Madam, much hate and fear.”
“If I were to send her to him without your needles or your words?”
“Only if she thought to disobey might harm her sister-in-law would she kneel to him. Even then, I know she would never do what we expect.”
“And if I were to have her brought to me?”
“That, I think, would be different. You are clean, Madam, and beautiful. You have not yet given her reason to fear. But I would suggest one needle and some words from me.”
“Good. Spend tomorrow preparing her. You know what I like. I’ll send for her tomorrow evening.”
Abul frowned and, leaning forward, placed both hands on the edge of the desk. “I hope you are not forgetting, Madam, why she is here.”
“No, I’m not forgetting. She is to be trained to service men. That’s the first and primary consideration. However, she must also be taught to serve women. The woman in Mr. Satomi’s company will want that sweet little mouth of hers to please them in a variety of ways. Don’t worry, Abul, within six or eight weeks, without benefit of drugs, she will beg to press her pretty lips to your anus or for something else just as malignant.”
Abul sat back, “But how? Miko says her spirit is strong.”
“First, we keep suggesting to her that what she has done under the influence of Miko’s hypnotic suggestions are things that, deep inside, she really wants to do. Miko’s spells give her permission to be the person we saw in that tape. Have one of your men edit out the interruption by the old man where he mentions the drugs. We don’t want her to continue to believe she’s been drugged. Miko, is there any other way to administer the drug without the needles?”
“No, madam, all must come together at same time; acupuncture, drugged needles, and my words. She has to be quite able to hear and understand. I can change color of drug. Make it clear so she thinks she only getting acupuncture to relax. Make it so she think there is no more drugs.”
“Good, do that. For now, continue to remind her that the safety of her sister-in-law depends on obedience. Keep applying the salve to her vagina and anus. I want her to be continually aroused but not able to orgasm. Fit her with the metal cup so she can’t get herself off. It allows her to urinate doesn’t it?”
“Yes. No need to take off unless to bathe, but Mi Jong and me bathe her and see that she not touch self.”
“Bring her to me in my quarters at ten o’clock tomorrow night.” She motioned Miko forward and handed her a manila folder. “I’ve made a list of instructions: how to prepare her, how she is to greet me, what I am going to expect of her. Give her just one drugged needle, but impress on her that unless she does exactly what she’s told, Mr. Satomi’s men might be ordered to bring her precious sister-in-law here to service Abul. That should put some fear into her.”
Madam Khe was about to dismiss them when Abul spoke up. “What about the punishment? She’s been told several times that because she tried to run away she is to be punished.”
Madam Khe nodded, “Yes, I had forgotten that. What do you suggest?”
“Three days from now, we will receive a visit from Narimov, a powerful political leader from Uzbekistan. He is a conservative zealot who hates Americans, especially American women. His sexual preference is for boys. However, he very much enjoys seeing women beaten. We owe him some favors. The American woman has never felt the whip. We should introduce her to it for Narimov’s pleasure.”
“Is he the one who is attended by that grotesque dwarf?” Madam Khe asked.
“Yes. The dwarf is very good with the whip.”
Madam Khe looked down at her desk for a moment, then raising her head she said, “Very well. You are right, she needs to become accustomed to the whip, and she needs to learn that attempts to escape will not be tolerated. Let them mark her, Abul, but permit no permanent damage. I’ll have Miko fit her with the remote stimulator so that she begins to associate pleasure with her pain. I will watch from here on the monitor. We’ll send a tape to Mr. Satomi.” She waved them toward the door.
Kathy was permitted to sleep until late in the morning. She was awakened by Miko, who gently shook her shoulder. “Must get up. First day of training,” Miko said.
It took several minutes for Kathy to realize where she was. She looked around the small white room. Built into one wall was a closet. An arched opening next to it led to a white tiled bathroom. Against the wall beside her single bed were a dressing table, a large mirror, and a chair. In the far wall was a heavy solid oak door. The only window was a small barred opening high above her bed. Against the ceiling opposite her bed was a video camera. She noticed three other video cameras placed in the ceiling above her bed and two on the walls next it. The walls were made of thick plaster, and the bare floor was tiled.
She quickly became aware that under the sheet that covered her, she was naked. There was something pressed tight against her pubic bone. She reached down and felt a metal plate shaped to cover her vagina. It was held in place by leather straps fitted with small “D” rings and locks. “Miko, what...” she began alarmed.
“So you cannot touc
h self,” Miko explained. “There is small opening for making pee. Turn over,” Miko ordered. “Need healing salve on hole.” It was then that Kathy felt the aching pain in her anal passage. She tried to recall when she had last been penetrated there. Almost a week ago in her house by Abul. It had been horrible, but it shouldn’t hurt like this now. As if she were reading Kathy’s thoughts, Miko asked, “What you remember about yesterday?”
Kathy tried hard to think back but everything seemed blurred. “I don’t know,” she said. “The men, Mr. Satomi’s men, took me to the plane. You and Mi Jong were on it. You told me we were coming here, to the training facility. You said that...that...Abul would be in charge. I don’t remember much after that. There was a car. Then a room with men dressed in white. I think Abul was one of them. That’s all.” She felt Miko’s strong fingers rubbing her anal opening with the ointment then pushing it into her passage. “Miko, why...why is it so sore, so painful?”
“You ask Abul’s friends to fuck you there. Four of them and then Abul himself.” Kathy buried her head in her arms and began to cry. Miko unbuckled the straps holding the metal cup in place and taking the jar of salve she used first at Kathy’s house and again yesterday, she quickly rubbed it along the sobbing girl’s clitoris and up into her vagina. The sobs turned to moans as Kathy reached down toward her pussy. Miko slapped her hand away and refastened and locked the straps.
Kathy looked up at her, “Please, Miko, please...I need to cum. That cream you put on me there...it drives me crazy. Please, Miko.”
“You cum when Madam Khe gives permission. Not before.”
“Madam Khe? I thought you said Abul was in charge.”
“Abul is master. Your Master while you here. But Madam Khe is boss. Boss of everyone. Must always do what Madam Khe say. Also must do what Abul say. But Madam Khe is boss.”
“But...”
“No more questions. No time for that. You get up now. Eat. I take to exercise room. Two hours exercise every morning. One hour swim. Rest two hours. Eat. Afternoon lessons: dance lessons, learn different languages, learn how to make self beautiful in different ways, how to use body and mouth to give pleasure to men and women in different ways, how to excite, how to offer self, how to be humble, how to be pleasure instrument. After lessons, enema and bath. Then I help prepare you to serve. Now, we go to room where electric machine remove all body hair. Gone for good. Never come back.”
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