She clipped a chain to Kathy’s collar and led her, naked, down the empty hall to a room where electrolysis was used to remove all of Kathy’s body hair and kill the roots. When they finished, her pubis, legs, underarms, and anal crack were as hairless as the day she was born. Miko inspected her carefully. “Good,” she said, “no more shaving.”
In the fully equipped gym Kathy was placed in the care of Mi Jong, who turned out to be a relentless but accomplished trainer. The other lessons followed. Like Mi Jong, the instructors were all women who were stern, unsmiling, and unable to hide the animosity they felt toward her.
Early that evening after the ritual enema, the bath, the rubbing of her body with scented oils, and the application of cosmetics, Miko sat Kathy down and faced her with a handful of acupuncture needles. Kathy drew back. “No,” she said. “They are drugged. They make me forget. No, Miko, no!” She started to rise. Quickly, Mi Jong pushed her back down.
“Not drugged,” Miko said. “See, no green stuff.” She held the needles up before Kathy’s eyes. “Acupuncture good for you. Make relax. No drugs this time. No drugs never no more. Madam Khe’s orders.” Mi Jong held Kathy’s shoulders down while Miko inserted sixteen of the small needles. Only the one behind Kathy’s left ear had been coated with the colorless drug. After a few minutes Kathy felt a very slight buzzing in her head, but Miko was talking to her in a soothing voice. Miko reminded her twice that failure to obey Madam Khe might be harmful to her sister-in-law.
Kathy nodded and said, “Yes, Miko, I understand. I will do what I’m told.”
After Miko had given her instructions regarding the meeting with Madam Khe, she placed a white transparent gown over Kathy’s shoulders. It tied at the neck in a satin bow and was open in the front. “No shoes,” Miko said. She attached the chain to Kathy’s collar and led her through the empty halls and up several flights of circular stairs. She stopped before a massive oak door and tapped on it lightly. The door was opened by a thin Asian serving girl who, Kathy thought, could not have been older than eleven. The girl slipped out and, as Kathy and Miko stepped inside, she swung the door closed behind them.
Kathy gasped. The room was lit only by candles. In its center was a huge raised bed covered with a black silk spread embroidered with golden dragons. The pillow shams were made in the same way. Over and around the bed hung a black gauze canopy. Under her bare feet, Kathy felt the thick wool of a black carpet. On either side of the bed were ebony tables. Occupying the far corner was an intricately carved chair, which appeared to be more like a throne. It was richly upholstered in black and gold silk. In it sat Madam Khe. She wore a silk gold dressing gown trimmed in black. Her feet rested on a small footstool. On them were black sling back heels. A gold ribbon held them to her instep. Her bright red painted toes were bare.
Miko whispered to Kathy who, bowing her head, approached the seated woman where she dropped to her knees and, crawling forward, touched her lips to Madam Khe’s feet. Then, she inched back, her head still bowed, her arms at her sides.
“Remove your gown,” Madam Khe ordered. With trembling fingers Kathy undid the clasp at her neck and pushed the gown from her shoulders. Except for her collar and the small metal cup that covered her clitoris, she was naked.
“You need to be punished,” Madam Khe said.
“Yes,” Kathy whispered.
“Do you know why?”
“I tried to...to run away.”
“You will never do that again?”
“No, Madam. I will never do that again.”
“Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, how do you regard Mr. Abul.” She noticed Kathy clench her hands and draw in her breath. “No lies, now. I want the truth. What do you feel toward him?”
“I...I’m afraid of him, Madam. I...I...” Kathy swallowed, finding it hard to continue.
“Go on,” Madam Khe said, “other than fear, what is it you feel?”
“Revulsion, Madam. He...he...is so unclean, so vile smelling, and so...so...much like an animal. I find him unbearable, Madam. I have never met a man who is as disgusting. He is cruel. My husband,” Kathy looked away and paused for a moment, fighting back the tears. “My husband,” she continued, “was the kindest and most gentle man I’ve ever known. Since his death, I have suffered at the hands of clever men who were both demanding and heartless. Abul is by far the worst. And I know, Madam, that he hates me. Just the thought of him touching me ...” She looked down at the floor as a violent shudder went through her body. Madam Khe nodded, waiting for Kathy to regain her composure.
“Well,” she began when Kathy once more looked up at her, “that account is as accurate as any. Abul is exactly as you describe him: unspeakably filthy, arrogant, vile, ugly, callus. In your country, he would be called a thug. He despises all women but you are right...to him you are a special abomination. If he can, he will humiliate and abuse you in ways you cannot imagine. You are a rich American. You are young and beautiful. Your husband was handsome and he loved you. I expect both your parents and your husband pampered you. I understand you once humiliated Abul. He will never forget or forgive you for that. You represent everything he hates and, I believe, hate is the only real emotion he feels. The brute is obsessed.”
“I know,” Kathy began, “but maybe you could...”
Madam Khe held up her hand. “I will do nothing to help you. You certainly must understand by now that he is your master here. While you are in this facility, your purpose is to obey Abul and serve him and learn in time even to worship him.”
Kathy, looking directly at Madam Khe, shook her head.
“You forget, Mrs. Ryan,” Madam Khe began sternly, “why you are here. One day, not long from now, we will bear witness as you perform, quite willingly, an act of such devotion to Abul that we all will know that you, indeed, have given yourself to him, completely and unconditionally. We will watch as you worship this filthy, odious man. You will serve him with your pretty mouth in ways no other woman would. You must learn that your body orifices no longer belong to you. They are his to use as he wishes. Your body is his.”
Kathy felt the lightness in her head and, for a moment, feared she might faint. She fought for control then quietly said, “Yes, Madam. I understand. I must serve him...but...but...”
Madam Khe leaned forward and placed her hand under Kathy’s chin forcing her head up. She stared into Kathy’s eyes. “You will acknowledge Abul as your master. You will obey and serve him,” she said, tightening her grip and digging her pointed nails into Kathy’s neck. “And no matter what he requires of you or how he abuses you, you will show him not only respect but gratitude.”
“Yes,” Kathy whispered, holding back the tears, “My master is Abul. I will obey and serve him. I will respect him and be grateful to him.”
“Good, see that you do. Miko has told you why you have been brought to me has she not?”
“Yes, Madam. I am here to...to...please you.”
“Do you know how to ask?”
“Yes, Madam. Miko has instructed me.”
“Well?” Impatiently, Madam Khe tapped her foot.
Kathy looked away for a moment, then bowed her head. “Please,” she began in a quiet voice, “I am here to please you. I thank you for the honor.”
“And how do you propose to please me, Mrs. Ryan?”
“If you will allow me, Madam, I wish to kneel here before you and please you with my lips and tongue.”
“Tell me exactly where you will use your lips and tongue to please me?”
“Your...your...vaginal opening and your clitoris, Madam.”
“Learn to say the words, Mrs. Ryan. What exactly do you wish to do to my cunt?”
“I...I...would like to kiss it...to lick it...suck it...to...to make love to it with my mouth.”
“And will you also kiss and lick my anus?”
Kathy drew in her breath and bit her lip. Keeping her head bowed she whispered, “Yes, Madam, that too.”
“Good,” Madam Khe smiled, “I’ve never had
a cultured and wealthy young American woman worship my ass. Look up here at me,” she ordered. Kathy raised her head. “Worship is the right word, isn’t it? On your knees to worship my cunt and my anal opening?”
“Yes, Madam,” Kathy could feel her own juices begin to flow, “on my knees to worship your cunt and your anal opening.”
“Come then.” Madam Khe opened her gown and spread her legs.
Kathy inched forward toward the neatly trimmed slit, which Madam Khe parted with two long crimson fingernails of her right hand. The strong fragrance of jasmine perfume mixed with the musky scent of the Chinese woman’s secretions. Tentatively, Kathy began to lick along the dark red inner folds and over the small purple nub of Madam Khe’s clitoris. For a long time, Kathy knelt between the older woman’s legs. Finally Madam Khe laid her hand on Kathy’s bare shoulder, “Enough for the moment,” she said, gently tilting Kathy’s head up. “You like doing that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Madam. Thank you. You are...you are...”
“Clean and I smell like expensive perfume,” Madam Khe interrupted. She waved her hand at Miko who stood in the shadows by the door. “You can go, Miko. I wish to keep her for the night. She has a sensitive mouth. Come back for her when I ring in the morning.”
“Yes, Madam,” Miko said. She pushed on the heavy door and swung it closed behind her.
Madam Khe stood and crossed to the bed, motioning for Kathy to follow. She lay back against the satin pillows and shrugged the gown from her shoulders. Then rolling over, she pressed her face to the mattress and lifted her buttocks. Spreading the cheeks of her ass she said, “I don’t cum easily, Mrs. Ryan. It promises to be a long night. Crawl up here on the bed behind me.” Kathy did as she was told. “Come closer and lean over. I want you to look carefully at my anal opening.” Kathy saw that, like her own, Madam Khe’s crack was hairless. Her opening was a dark, tightly puckered hole. “Worship it, Mrs. Ryan, worship it,” Madam Khe said.
Kathy placed her hands on the older woman’s ass cheeks, spreading them. She leaned forward to touch the fissure with her tongue. “Yes,” Madam Khe said, “Lick it. Make love to it until I tell you to put your mouth on my cunt.”
Slowly, Kathy ran the tip of her tongue along the crack, then paused once more to look at the wrinkled orifice. It seemed to pulse rhythmically as Madam Khe pushed it out and drew it in. As Kathy watched, the pinpoint hole gradually opened until it was the diameter of a pencil. Madam Khe lifted her head slightly and turned to look back. “You will learn as I have learned, Mrs. Ryan, to control your sphincter and anal muscles as well as you control your mouth. Now, taste it,” she said. Kathy pressed her parted lips over the open hole and eased her tongue into it. “Yes, that’s right,” Madam Khe whispered, “as far as you can and when you draw your tongue back out, do it slowly.”
Kathy did as she had been instructed. After a little while, she pulled the Chinese woman’s ass cheeks wider and pressed her lips tighter against the hole, which continued to open, allowing Kathy’s tongue deeper access to the slick anal passage. The honeyed jasmine oil was suddenly mixed with a bitter taste that made Kathy quickly lift her head. Madam Khe rolled over and looked up at the startled woman. Smiling, she said, “You will learn to accept it and perhaps one day even to beg for it.”
Kathy shook her head, “No, I do not wish to offend you Madam, but no, never. I could not. I simply could not.”
“Well, we will see. We will see.” Madam Khe spread her legs and crooked a finger at Kathy. “Now, make love to my cunt,” she said. “Slowly, slowly.”
A long time later, after Madam Khe had cum, she gave Kathy a pillow and pointed to the floor. “You performed well, Mrs. Ryan. Get some rest. I will want you to service me several more times tonight. Miko will take you back in the morning.” Kathy slid off the bed and was preparing to lie down. “Haven’t you forgotten something?” Madam Khe asked.
“Oh, please forgive me,” Kathy leaned over the bed and taking Madam’s Khe’s tiny foot in her hand lowered her head to kiss the painted toes. She then pressed her swollen lips to the other foot. “Thank you, Madam Khe, for allowing me to serve you...for allowing me to ...to...”
“You do have a problem saying the words, don’t you?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, yes I do.”
“Never mind. Sleep now.”
“Yes, thank you,” Kathy said. She curled up on the floor beside the bed and reached between her legs where the metal cap kept her from touching the burning desire that promised to keep her from sleep.
Chapter Three – Punishment
Three days after the meeting with Madam Khe, on the morning when Kathy was to be punished, Miko woke her later than usual. “No exercise today,” Miko said. “No lessons, no swim.” She pointed to the chair beside the makeup table. Kathy had still not become accustomed to appearing naked in front of Miko and Mi Jong. She blushed as she crossed to the chair. When she was seated, Miko said, “Look at television screen. Instructions from Madam Khe.” Kathy had not been summoned by Madam Khe since their first meeting, nor had she seen Abul. She remembered almost nothing of the day of her arrival and had not asked Miko about it. If any recollection of Abul entered her mind, she quickly thought of something else. The memory of her first meeting with Abul in her house was also repressed to the point of non-existence. She knew that she had hated and feared him from the first moment she encountered him there, but that was all she remembered.
The television monitor flickered and suddenly Madam Khe’s face appeared. The face on the screen nodded. Mi Jong quickly spread Kathy’s legs, unbuckled the leather straps that held the metal covering in place over Kathy’s pubis and removed it. Then, she parted Kathy’s hairless labial lips, revealing a bright red clitoris and a slit oozing with secretions. Miko held up the familiar jar of salve. Looking at it, Kathy blushed again as she felt her nipples stiffen.
A flicker of a smile crossed Madam Khe’s face before she spoke. “I see you are aroused,” she said.
“But how can...?” Kathy began.
“The cameras,” Madam Khe reminded her. “One of them is equipped with a telephoto lens. It is aimed directly at your pretty pussy.” Kathy tried to close her legs, but Miko slapped them apart. “From the looks of things, I believe you might like very much to cum, Mrs. Ryan. Is that correct?”
Kathy wanted to say ‘yes’ but was too embarrassed to admit it. “They rub this ointment on me three times a day. It...it...”
“It does what it is supposed to do. It keeps you highly stimulated,” Madam Khe interrupted.
“Yes,” Kathy confessed. “I...I...can’t think of anything else. It’s like that all the time. Unless...unless I can have an orgasm, I’m afraid I’ll go mad.” The first light touch of the fresh stimulant had begun to work. Blushing profusely, Kathy looked up at the video camera, “Please, Madam Khe, please let me...let me...touch myself.”
“I remind you, Mrs. Ryan, that your purpose now is to give pleasure, not receive it.” Madam Khe nodded again. Mi Jong pulled Kathy’s arms behind the chair back and cuffed her wrists together. She then secured Kathy’s ankles to a spreader bar. Squatting beside the chair, Miko began to rub the salve along the glistening inner lips of Kathy’s pussy and up into her vagina. Kathy moaned and thrust her pelvis forward, trying unsuccessfully to push her clitoris against Miko’s fingers.
Madam Khe smiled at her efforts. “You see, Mrs. Ryan, we operate here on a punishment/reward system. You attempted to run away from us. As we promised, tonight you will be punished for that. Any reward we choose to grant you must be earned.” She paused, waiting for Miko to finish. When Miko stepped back, Kathy squirmed and whimpered. Her swollen clitoris had doubled in size and her flow of secretions began to spot the chair.
“Rewards must be earned,” Madam Khe repeated. “Only when you have performed to our satisfaction, obeyed every command, demonstrated your devotion to your Masters, and shown your sincere gratitude for being permitted to serve them...only then might you be allowed to
cum.”
In her mind, Kathy saw the image of Abul and wondered how she could ever succumb to him, how she could ever show gratitude to him. He was so despicable, so far beneath her in every respect: intellectually, socially, emotionally, and spiritually. He smelled bad. He was a filthy pig, a brutal thug, gross and ugly. It would be impossible. But the hot flow between her parted legs made her look up at the screen and whisper, “I promise to try my best, Madam Khe. I will obey and be grateful.”
“You see, Mrs. Ryan,” Madam Khe continued, “it is all a matter of control. As your need increases, the things we require of you will, shall we say, become more demanding, more unusual. In time, without chemicals, Miko’s suggestions or coercion, you will be trained to obey just as a dog is trained. When it runs and fetches, rolls over, or walks on its hind legs, it receives a bone. Now, as we are beginning to observe, your need to cum is much more compelling than a dog’s desire for a small treat. Since your need is so great, we think your efforts to please will exceed our expectations. Do you understand, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy, feeling the thousands of pinpricks of heat along her slit and far up into her vagina, had heard little of Madam Khe’s speech. However, she nodded her head. Miko now stood before her holding up a device that looked strangely familiar. “It is a clitoral brush,” Madam Khe explained. “I believe Miko introduced you to it several weeks ago in your home, after you had serviced Abul there.”
As the horrible memory of that night began to return, Kathy pushed it from her mind. She stared at the dull metal cap, which enclosed a round brush of soft bristles no more than a quarter of an inch long. “As you no doubt remember,” Madam Khe continued, “the stimulator is operated by a remote control. When you are in service or are being trained, one of your Masters will decide if you’ve earned a reward. With the remote control, you may be further stimulated or, if you have performed exceptionally well, the Master may let you cum.”
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