“Filth!” Jamal yelled, bringing the whip down with all his strength. Kathy screamed into the pillow. “Filth!” he yelled again.
“Mrs. Ryan, you may touch yourself,” Madam Khe said. “I believe the whip will cause you to cum again.” Immediately, Kathy’s hand flew between her legs. Her fingers rubbed her wet clit and she began to moan. Again the whip cracked against her ass. As Jamal’s rage intensified, he continued to scream at her. His blows came harder, cutting across her legs, raising welts on her back and shoulders.
Kathy’s orgasm began to build. She raised her ass higher to meet the whip. Madam Khe watched her monitor closely, noting that, in his fury, Jamal was beginning to strike hard enough to draw beads of blood. Kathy screamed and groaned, and finally came. Madam Khe signaled Miko and Mi Jong who, accompanied by two muscular guards, were standing on the other side of the door. Rushing into the room, they took the whip from Jamal and quickly dragged him out into the hallway. He continued to yell curses back at Kathy.
Miko and Mi Jong helped her off the bed and, for the second time that night, supported her between them as they slowly made their way to her quarters.
Chapter Eight – Instructions
For the next day and night Kathy was permitted to rest. Miko and Mi Jong massaged her cut and bruised body with several different healing ointments. On the second morning, the routine began again. Kathy found that no matter how many times she was rubbed with the stimulating salve, it lost none of its power to keep her continually aroused. Miko had reattached the clitoral cap. As soon as Kathy had awakened and bathed she put on her make-up under the careful supervision of Miko. “Why,” Kathy asked, “must it be perfect?”
“To do honor to your Master’s morning gift,” Miko said.
“That’s insane,” Kathy said, but just hearing Miko speak those words sent a flush of heat to her cheeks. Kathy was given the candle to light and place on its tray under the steel ring, which would soon hold the glass bowl. Kathy lay down on the bench, waiting. Try as she might, she could not prevent her nipples from becoming hard or her pussy from moistening as she anticipated Abul’s rancid scent and the replica of his long cock... She knew that with it, the brushes inside the clitoral cap would turn slowly. The horrible thought occurred to her that perhaps even without the stimulation of the brushes, the smell of Abul would arouse her. The young girl arrived with the container. When Kathy lowered her head and began to suck the penis, Miko let the brushes spin slowly for a long time.
On the evening of the fifth day after her whipping, Kathy, naked except for her collar, was summoned to Madam Khe’s quarters. As before, Madam Khe sat in her throne-like chair. A beautifully embroidered jade green dressing gown tied at her waist and on her tiny feet were matching green open-toed heels. Kathy, her head lowered, approached, then got to her knees, and crawled forward until she could touch her lips to Madam Khe’s bare toes. Madam Khe nodded her approval, “I must say, Mrs. Ryan, your lips are always warm and soft.” Kathy found herself blushing because of this unexpected compliment. “You have been invited here tonight for two reasons,” Madam Khe continued. “First, I will instruct you as to what will be necessary if you hope to leave here and enter service with Mr. Satomi.” She paused, waiting for Kathy to respond.
“But, Madam Khe,” Kathy looked up apprehensively, “I thought the contract said that after two months of training I would automatically become a concubine to Mr. Satomi?”
“That is not correct. The contract you signed reads that on the successful completion of your training you may qualify for service to Mr. Satomi. The definitive word is ‘successful’.” She paused again. Kathy bowed her head and was silent. “You’ve been here almost six weeks, Mrs. Ryan. With only two more weeks in the training period, all of us, Mr. Satomi, Abul, and I agree that you have not succeeded.”
“Oh, my God,” Kathy whispered, “what else must I do?”
“Let me repeat what is planned for you if you fail, and right now it appears certain that you will fail.” Kathy could feel the tears welling in her eyes. “Mr. Satomi will give you, as a gift, to Abul. For the year that remains on your contract, you will be his property. As you know, during your training period we have had to exercise restraint on Abul. He has not been permitted to damage you in a serious way. If you are given to him, most of these restraints, of course, will be removed.”
Kathy began to tremble and weep. “He hates me as much as I hate him,” she said.
“That is true. I suspect he hates you even more. The man’s capacity for hatred is beyond measure. You need to understand, Mrs. Ryan, that Abul is determined to make you fail. He wants you to belong to him. If you become his property even if you manage to survive for the year of your contract, you will wish you hadn’t.”
It was several moments before Kathy could speak. “You are saying that in order to escape Abul...”
“You must submit to Abul,” Madam Khe interrupted.
“But I have,” Kathy protested. “I have submitted.”
“No, Mrs. Ryan, you haven’t. There have been a number of instances when you’ve openly defied him. You’ve refused to obey. You’ve even castigated him, causing him to lose face. The tapes show quite clearly that you despise him.”
“Please, Madam Khe, tell me how...tell me what I must do.”
The Chinese woman sat back and closed her eyes. After a few moments, she spoke, “You must obey him no matter what he requires of you. You must obey without hesitation. You must disguise your true feelings about him. You must become the consummate actress. You must, through your demeanor and actions, convince perceptive observers that you have given yourself completely and unconditionally to Abul. In addition, it must appear that you are truly devoted to him. Devotion, Mrs. Ryan, that transcends love. You must show that you honor him above all men, that he is far superior to your late husband. In short, it must look as if you consider him godlike, that you revere and adore his cock, and you feel privileged to kneel before him in abject worship.”
“I don’t know if...,” Kathy began.
“You must learn to anticipate what he wants you to say, what he wants you to do. Then you must say and do those things convincingly. We must see in your eyes that you have completely surrendered to him. Adoration, Mrs. Ryan, when you look at Abul, we must see adoration.”
“Adoration for the man I hate most in the world?”
“Yes. Otherwise you will soon belong to the man you hate most in the world.”
Kathy bowed her head, “Thank you, Madam Khe, for trying to help me.”
“Don’t be mistaken,” Madam Khe leaned forward. “I have no interest in helping you. Whether you succeed or fail is of little matter to me. My allegiance is to Mr. Satomi. He sent you here to be trained as a concubine. As such you will be required to give pleasure to a variety of men who will be just as heartless as Abul. Men, who no doubt, will be more imaginative, more perverse, more demanding. You are not yet the kind of woman Mr. Satomi would accept into his service. Time is running out, Mrs. Ryan.”
“How much longer?” Kathy asked.
“Your final test will occur two weeks from tonight. Mr. Satomi, himself, will be here with an assortment of rich and powerful men to witness your trial.”
“What will I be required to do?”
“Whatever Abul demands. We both know he will demand much. He wants you. If he is to have you for his own, he must cause you to fail.”
Kathy shuddered. “The thought of belonging to that ignorant, repulsive animal is more than I can bear.”
“Keep in mind the cameras are always recording you. Many of them have telephoto lenses that can capture the subtlest changes in your expression. They will record the less than enthusiastic application of your mouth to those offensive parts of Abul’s body you must worship. Mr. Satomi is most observant. He will be looking for adoration, not only in your eyes, but in the way your employ your lips and tongue.”
“Abul’s vile feet?”
“Yes.”
“His anus?”
“Yes and with self-abasing adoration.”
Shaking her head, her stomach churning, the tears once more beginning to flow, Kathy looked up at Madam Khe, “Anyone,” she said softly, “anyone but him.”
“Precisely why it has to be him,” Madam Khe said. “Now, to other matters. In a few days you will be taken to the punishment room again. Abul has invited three of his former Army friends here for a day of hunting and drinking. When they return from the hunt, Abul will give you to them. They are not permitted to fuck your cunt, but they will certainly take your ass. Like Abul, they are stupid thugs as well as cowards; opportunists who fight on whatever side is safest and pays more. If they’ve killed anyone at all, you can be assured it’s been only defenseless women and children. You cannot expect anything from them except abuse. In addition, Abul will want to show his criminal companions that you, a beautiful, young, rich, educated American woman are devoted to him.”
“This will be recorded on tape for Mr. Satomi?”
“Of course. There will be several cameras carefully positioned. One will be at floor level. Keep in mind the close-up lenses. I assure you, Mr. Satomi will study these tapes.”
“Then I must do what I must do,” Kathy said. “But I’m not sure I can,” she added.
“Remember the consequences of failure. Also remember, you are to appear devoted and grateful.”
“Yes,” Kathy said.
“Now, before we get to the second reason for your being summoned here tonight, there is the matter of Mr. Kedad.”
“He was as bad as Abul,” Kathy said. “In a way he was worse. He pretended to be religious...to be compassionate. He would have beaten me to death.”
“I expect he would have,” Madam Khe replied. “These religious fanatics are the worst. I’m sure you will be pleased to know he will never again be a threat to helpless women.”
“Why? What?” Kathy began.
“On the morning after he whipped you, he was flown, in one of Mr. Satomi’s jets, back to London. During the flight, his briefcase was switched for one that looked just like it. The new briefcase contained documentation that he’d been in Lisbon on business. As he stepped out to hail a taxi at Heathrow, he was struck by a hit-and-run driver. Unfortunately, poor Mr. Kedad died instantly.”
“Oh, dear God!” Kathy exclaimed.
“It was not an accident,” Madam Khe smiled.
“I don’t understand,” Kathy said.
“Kedad knew your name. He knew you were here. He knew something about the training process. That kind of information given to the wrong people might have caused some embarrassment. Mr. Satomi keeps a very low profile.”
“Then...?”
“The possible source had to be permanently removed. Never underestimate the power of unimaginable wealth. Mr. Satomi and most of the men in his circle are above the law.”
“Jamal Kedad,” Kathy said thoughtfully.
“Is dead,” Madam Khe responded. “Let there be an end to it.” Madam Khe stood and crossed to the bed. When she was comfortably leaning back against the huge satin pillows, she beckoned to Kathy. “Come, Mrs. Ryan. I want to feel those soft, warm lips here.” She parted her gown exposing her hairless pubis. “And that little pink tongue. Are you going to spend the night, Mrs. Ryan, pleasuring me in a variety of new and interesting ways?”
Kathy crawled to the bed and, kneeling beside it, looked up at her regal Mistress, “Yes, Madam Khe, I want very much to please you. With you I need not pretend. The devotion is real. Please, permit me to show you.”
Madam Khe nodded. Kathy climbed up on the bed and, kneeling between Madam Khe’s legs, she lowered her head to the Chinese woman’s pink slit and began to lick it.
Chapter Nine – Contest
On the morning of the day she was to service Abul’s former army companions, she awoke hearing them cursing and laughing as they saddled their horses for a day of hunting in the mountains. Later, she lowered her face to the foul smelling bowl. As she sucked the ugly plastic cock, she felt herself becoming aroused and, although she tried to deny it, she had begun to wish it were a real cock, even Abul’s. She tried to drive that thought and the fear and loathing out of her mind. Miko let the brushes turn slowly. Kathy found that she was becoming aroused more quickly and more intensely even though Miko had reduced the time she allowed the brushes to spin. Long after Miko stopped the brushes, Kathy’s protruding nipples remained hard. She felt her mouth fill with saliva. Miko, who was squatting down beside the bowl watched carefully. “Wet lips,” she said. Obediently, Kathy ran her tongue over her brightly coated red lips. “You learn to like Abul’s cock, yes? You learn to want it?” Miko smiled, reaching to lift the bowl.
Quickly, Kathy drew back. “No, oh, God, no...never, Miko, never! I hate what you make me do. I hate him!” she cried.
“Maybe to kiss Master’s ass not be so bad,” Miko said. “At first you had to be tied down. No more. At first you refuse to suck cock. No more. At first you try not to breathe in Abul’s stink. No more. At first need brushes to spin for long time. No more. Now, right away pussy gets wet, nipples stiff, mouth hot. Why is that, Mrs. Ryan?” Miko chuckled.
Late that afternoon, Miko and Mi Jong began to prepare her. “As soon as men come back from mountains, we take you to them,” Miko said. After the ritual enema and a hot bath, they rubbed her body with the white lotion and then the stimulating salve was applied to her vagina and anus. “Dress like first time,” Miko explained as they sat her at the make-up table, “Abul wants you to look like rich American lady. Impress friends. Tell them about your life in America.” She held up the clitoral cap and removed the brushes.
“Miko, please...I...I...need them. Without them I can’t...”
“No brushes,” Miko said, and clamped the empty cap over Kathy’s clitoris. “Not permitted to cum or feel pleasure of brushes. Need to learn to get pleasure from big prick in your mouth and up your ass.”
Mi Jong expertly painted Kathy lips with bright lipstick and coated them with the shiny gloss. She then made Kathy stand and bend over while she applied the red lipstick to Kathy’s anal opening. “Many pricks in ass tonight,” Mi Jong said, smiling. “Rough soldiers, drunk too. Pricks will be big and hard.” Instinctively Kathy clinched her anal opening. She felt the familiar sinking sensation in her stomach.
As before, they dressed her in a dark blue pinstriped tailored suit. She was bare under the single button jacket and short skirt. The upper swell of her breasts was visible. She slid her feet into blue leather high-heeled pumps. “Now, sit until men come back. Spend time thinking about what Madam Khe told you,” Miko said. “Must obey. Must show great respect. Cameras record everything for Mr. Satomi.”
Kathy remembered Madam Khe’s words about the horrible consequences that awaited her if she failed to demonstrate her complete submission to Abul. What had Madam Khe said? “You must show that you consider him godlike and feel privileged to kneel before him in abject adoration.”
‘Impossible,’ Kathy thought. Just the sight and smell of him makes me physically sick. The way he torments me with references to my husband, comparing himself to Jeff. Good God, in America Abul couldn’t shine Jeff’s shoes! I’m required to cringe at the feet of that ignorant bastard, debase myself, take the filthy cocks of his barbarian friends in my...my anus, and appear to truly worship the hateful man. To do all this without the stimulation of the brushes, impossible.
She looked at her face in the mirror. It appeared no different than it had been on her last evening in the city with Jeff. The make-up now was somewhat more dramatic, but otherwise she looked much the same. Before they’d gone into the city for a fine dinner at the Triangle Club, Jeff had given her an expensive bottle of Chanel. She’d dabbed some behind each ear and then, playfully, on her nipples. She and Jeff had been so close, laughing, making plans for a big party when he returned from his business trip to Washington. That night they had made love for a very long time, both passionate and tend
er.
She recalled meeting Jeff during their freshman year at the university. They had fallen in love right away. He played football. She was on the swimming team. In their senior year, they’d both taken up tennis and golf. The perfect couple. The ideal marriage. Jeff’s younger sister, Mary Margaret, had been her maid of honor. Now, Kathy felt a clutch of fear knowing that because of her, Mary might one day find herself in the back cabin of Mr. Satomi’s jet, protesting as Miko inserted the drugged needles. She tried to remember how old Mary Margaret would be now...seventeen or eighteen she thought. She began to cry silently as she reminded herself that Jeff’s death had not been an accident. Mr. Satomi had arranged for Jeff to be killed, just as he had ordered Jamal Kedad’s death. At this moment, there were probably hidden cameras in Mary Margaret’s room. Mr. Satomi would have her followed. Kathy closed her eyes, cursing the day she had signed his contract.
In a few minutes, she was going to grovel before the hated Abul. Her debasement would be a desperate attempt to please Mr. Satomi, the man who had ordered Jeff’s murder. Her performance captured on the videotapes had to convince Satomi that she was worthy to become one of his concubines. ‘Concubine’, she had come to realize, was a euphemism for ‘whore’. To become one of a company of whores to a man with whom she had exchanged no more than ten words, to the powerful Japanese who caused the death of her husband. It was incomprehensible. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked once more into the mirror. Her face was beautiful. Her short black hair rich and lustrous, her pale skin clean and flawless, her full lips red and shining, and her astonishing eyes, “bright blue cornflower eyes” Jeff used to call them. A very short time ago she had sat before a mirror taking care to make herself beautiful to please her dear husband. This evening, she had taken much greater care to make herself beautiful for the hated Abul. She leaned toward the mirror to study her face. She hated to admit it, but the woman in the mirror appeared even more desirable than she had ever been in the past...more beautiful now for Abul than she had ever been for Jeff.
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