The Facility

by Charles Arnold

  “You like that? Zubair makin’ you wet?” He pushed her foot from his lap. She stood unsteadily between his spread legs.

  “Yes, I like your hands on me. I am very wet.” He reached around her and, grabbing her ass, pulled her close to him. Her bare breasts were level with his mouth. “Please bite my nipples,” she whispered, holding them out to him. As he sucked on one and then the other, he pulled her ass cheeks apart and shoved his thick index finger into her opening.

  Without meaning to, she groaned. Abul laughed, “Did you ever ask your husband to suck your tits while he shoved a finger up your ass, Mrs. Ryan?”

  She could feel Zubair’s sharp teeth on her distended nipple, “Ahh, no...no...I never...he never...”

  The two other men stood up to have a better view. Abul called out to her again, “Speak, Mrs. Ryan. Talk to my friend. Tell him!”

  Zubair had pulled her down onto his lap, his right arm around her waist, his left hand kneading her breast. She clasped her hands behind his neck, tilting her head up so that her face was just inches from his. “You are strong, Zubair. I love to feel your big soldier’s hands on me. We are not in America, but even there, knowing what I know now, I would have gladly taken you into my house, into my bedroom. And there, on my bed, I would have opened myself to you, made love to you. I would have begged you to...to fuck me.” She leaned back and gently drew the fingertips of one hand down his sweaty cheek. “I am ashamed of my privileged life there. I am pleased that you can do whatever you want to me. My...my body is yours. I am grateful for the opportunity to serve you.”

  She stroked the back of his head and his neck. “I am honored to be Abul’s American whore. I wish only to be worthy of his friends...worthy of...of your manly cocks.” She raised her head toward his intending to kiss him. Like Amel, he spit on her parted lips. Flinching, she jerked back and turned away. His fingers twisted her engorged nipple. She looked up into his mocking face. Slowly and deliberately she licked his warm spittle from her lips. “Yes,” she whispered, “I welcome even that.” Again, lifting her head, she quickly pressed her open mouth against his. The stench of his sweat was strong. His breath was heavy with the smell of beer and onions. Under her, she felt his hard cock twitch. She moved so that it might press more firmly against her.

  When the kiss ended, he pushed her off his lap and made her stand facing him once more. He leered up at her contemptuously, “Ah, the rich, white American woman.” She stood naked before him, her breath coming quickly. He ran his hands over her hips and along her sides until they came to rest on her breasts. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, tell me who you are. Ask me to give you what you want.”

  He was, she thought, as cowardly as Abul and as sadistic, perhaps worse. Although these men treated their own women as less than human, they were determined to reduce her to nothing. She drew strength from the thought that it would soon be over. She placed her hands on top his and looked into eyes which burned with anger and lust. “I am not Mrs. Ryan. I renounce that name as I have renounced my life in America. I belong here, like this,” she glanced across at the others, “naked before strong men like you. I am, as you have seen, Abul’s woman, his whore. I am proud to give myself to his friends.

  “And?” Zubair prompted.

  She wasn’t sure what else they wanted to hear her say. “And, if it will please you, I will kiss your feet, just as I honor the feet of my master Abul. I will suck your cocks, make love to your cocks with my lips and tongue. I will drink your cum. I will beg you to take me...take my ass as often as you wish.” Her naked body trembled as he toyed with her long nipples. She parted her legs hoping he might push his finger into her aching pussy.

  “And now?” Zubair asked.

  She reached out and gently touched his face. “I would be honored if you...if you would fuck my ass. I long to feel your prick deep inside my...my ass. I want to feel your hot cum inside me.”

  Before driving his penis into her red smudged opening, Zubair reached around her and, as he tongued her neck and ear, took her stiff nipples between his fingers and twisted them. She gasped and then moaned deep in her throat. “Milk my prick,” he said and shoved it into her until his testicles touched her spread ass cheeks. Immediately her anal passage and sphincter responded as they had been conditioned to do. Both Kathy and the huge ugly soldier were still as statues. She could feel his cock swell and begin to throb. First, tightening her grip on him and then releasing it, she drew him back and forth just enough to bring him to a powerful orgasm. “Aggggh!” he cried, digging his fingers into her tiny waist.

  By a prearranged plan, Amel quickly handed him a crystal goblet. Zubair spurted his thick milky white cum into it until it was half full. When he finished cumming, he yanked Kathy’s hair back and spun her around until she was on her knees facing him. He held the goblet out to her, “Drink while it’s still hot,” he said. Kathy turned away and swallowed the bile that had risen into her throat.

  She shook her head, but noticed a smile beginning to form on Abul’s face. Turning back to Zubair, she accepted the goblet. Quickly, before she could think about what she was doing, she brought the glass to her lips and emptied it. When she handed the goblet to Zubair tears streamed down her cheeks and her stomach churned. “Thank you,” she managed to whisper.

  Zubair joined the other two men who were sitting next to the cooler. “It is a tight and hot ass this woman has. Abul has trained her well,” he said. “She drinks Zubair’s cum from a glass like a lady!” Laughing, the three soldiers opened fresh beers. “Crawl to the man who murdered your husband,” Zubair ordered, “and thank him for making you a widow.” Kathy crawled to Abul.

  Kneeling between his legs, she bowed her head. “Thank you, Master Abul, for making me a widow,” she said. “Thank you for bringing me here and for giving me to your friends. I am proud to be Abul’s whore.”

  He unzipped his fatigues and pulled out his monstrous cock. After four days without bathing and a long hot afternoon of riding and hunting, the odor was nauseating. The familiar gray bunched skin that covered his cock head was slimy with perspiration. But after the weeks of training the weeks of associating the replica of his cock with the spinning brushes, she’d longed for this moment. She groaned inwardly and bent down to gently kiss the gathered foreskin. She pushed her tongue through to his cockhead and licked the length of his slit. His rancid smell caused her pussy to ooze. She flicked his cock with her tongue, then skinning it back, she licked the deep rim of his cockhead. Certain she had won, she made the mistake of looking up at him and smiling. Savagely, he took her head in both hands and pushed her down on the full length of his huge prick. He held her there until she began to choke and struggle for breath. She flailed her arms helplessly. Her nose was pressed tight against his pelvic bone. She kicked several times then went limp, his thick cock preventing her from breathing. Still, he did not let go.

  Quickly, Miko rushed to him. “Abul! Abul!” she shouted, “You are killing her!” She pushed at his chest. He released Kathy’s head and she fell to the floor. After a moment she coughed and then gasped for breath. Except for Abul, the others stood in a circle around her, as Miko knelt beside her and pushed on her chest. Kathy’s eyes blinked open. She began to breathe in choking sobs. Miko stood and motioned for Mi Jong.

  Together, they lifted Kathy and started toward the door. Abul followed. Just as they were to leave he stopped them. Standing in front of Kathy he said in a voice filled with anger, “You may have won tonight, Mrs. Ryan, but the victory at your final trial will be mine. Then you will belong to me. Count on it, American bitch, count on it!”

  Supporting Kathy between them, Miko and Mi Jong made their way down the hall.

  Chapter Ten – Considerations

  The next morning Abul once more sat uncomfortably across from Madam Khe’s desk. “You are a fool,” she said. “If Miko hadn’t acted quickly, you would have killed that woman and, believe me, you’d have been in great trouble. Mr. Satomi has invested much time and money in her.�
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  “He doesn’t have to see the tapes,” Abul suggested.

  “He’s probably looking at them right now. They were sent out last night. You should know that I would never betray his trust, especially not to accommodate a hopeless psychopath like you.”

  “Damn you,” Abul muttered.

  “I think we are both damned,” she answered calmly. “But that’s beside the point. I neither like nor respect you, Abul. I’m sure you’ve been aware of that. However, Mr. Satomi felt that if the woman were trained to submit to someone as obviously ignorant and filthy as you, she would make an acceptable concubine. I agreed with that. So, you and I have been required to form an uneasy partnership. But it is not an equal partnership. Much as it must offend you, I am in charge here. You are answerable to me.”

  Abul wanted to reach across the desk and grab her by the throat and fling her against the wall. The smug, arrogant bitch never tired of humiliating him. Well, if he could break the American, cause her to defy him, to disobey him... then Madam Khe would be sent on another assignment. She would soon be off somewhere busting some other poor bastard’s balls. He would be rid of the arrogant Chinese bitch. The hated American woman would be his to do with as he pleased. “You don’t need to remind me of my position here,” he muttered sullenly. “But maybe Mr. Satomi would be interested to know that you have taken sides. You support the Ryan woman.”

  “We both know that is not true, and the tapes prove it. What happens to her is of no interest to me at all. I have not interfered with any of your efforts to train her except to try to prevent you from seriously damaging what Mr. Satomi considers his rather valuable property. In fact, Abul, it was I who implemented the Pavlovian principles which may in time lead to our success.”

  “Pav...what?” Abul questioned.

  Madam Khe shook her head. “God deliver me from madmen and fools,” she said. “The whip, Abul, and the brushes. When she is whipped, Miko stimulates her. The awful glass bowl each morning...while the American breathes in the stink of your crotch and ass and sucks on that replica of your disgusting cock, Miko stimulates her. Mrs. Ryan is being conditioned, Abul. Your odor, the plastic prick and the pain of the whip are associated in her mind and body with the pleasure of the brushes spinning against her hot little clitoris. It’s easy to see that she’s beginning to respond as I hoped she would. The application of the Pavlovian principle was my idea, Abul, not yours. It seems you still don’t grasp it.”

  Seething inside, Abul glared at her. He knew she was right. He knew also that she was one of Mr. Satomi’s favorite advisors. In a fight against her, he would lose. “If the American refuses to obey me or even objects during the final trial, she will be mine?” he asked, wanting to hear her confirm what he already knew to be true.

  “I have never known Mr. Satomi to go back on his word,” Madam Khe answered. “He will not do so now. Unless the evidence is conclusive that woman’s spirit is completely broken, he does not want her. Since she is bound by the provisions in the contract, she will serve out a full year as your possession, although I don’t think she will last a year.”

  For the first time during the meeting Abul smiled. “Neither do I,” he said.

  “I’ve reviewed your plans for the final trial, the “graduation” as you call it. You are more clever than I’ve given you credit for. My feeling is that she will break down, resist, perhaps become violent and try to attack you. In which case, the victory and the woman go to you. She is strong willed, this Mrs. Ryan. We have diminished her strength but not destroyed it.” She paused, leaning back and closing her eyes. “I’ve approved your program,” she said.

  “Mr. Satomi will honor us with his presence?” Abul asked.

  She looked across at him and nodded her head, “Of course. He always attends these decisive trials. He will bring with him perhaps fifteen or eighteen of his most powerful friends. These are men and a few of the women to whom Mrs. Ryan will be given from time to time. They want a preview of their gift.”

  “Provided she does not fail the trial,” Abul said.

  “Provided she does not fail,” Madam Khe repeated.

  “It is to take place two weeks from now,” Abul said. “There is much to do, especially in the matter of...”

  Madam Khe looked up sharply and indicated the cameras above them. “Let us be discreet,” she said. “I will help in every way I can to insure that everything goes as you have planned it.”

  “Thank you,” Abul said. “You will be there?”

  “Yes, certainly. I want to see the result, and I find the American woman interesting.”

  “Two weeks from tonight, the highbrow bitch will belong to me,” Abul stood up.

  “That’s probably true,” Madam Khe said. “God help her.”

  ***

  While Madam Khe and Abul were discussing her fate that morning, Kathy was trying to swallow a strange tasting broth. “Make better,” Miko said. The back of Kathy’s mouth and her throat felt bruised and swollen. Her speech was reduced to a harsh painful whisper. However, inside she felt better than she had since she’d arrived at the facility. It had taken all of her strength, but she had beaten Abul. Thinking about the moment when she touched the match to Jeff’s photograph brought tears to her eyes. That had to be the worst of it. Nothing Abul might do to her would surpass making her destroy the only image she had left of her husband.

  Miko detached the clitoral cap and holding it up, she reinserted the brushes. “Give you a little spin this morning,” Miko said. Kathy finished the broth and took her place at the make-up table. She imagined the young girl who, somewhere in the facility, was at this moment placing the usual objects in the glass bowl. Kathy’s nipples stiffened and her pussy began to moisten. She concentrated on what Abul forced her to do with Jeff’s photograph. She recalled the sight and smell of the nasty smelling garbage on her nipples. She tasted again the filth beneath his long toenails. She tried her best to center on the intense revulsion she felt toward this hateful man. In spite of her efforts, by the time she lowered her face into the bowl and closed her red lips over the cock, she was dripping wet.

  Mi Jong appeared before her holding the riding crop. “No,” Kathy whispered and began to rise up.

  “Stay,” Miko ordered and switched on the remote for a moment before shutting it off. Kathy lowered her head again. The stench in the bowl intensified. Mi Jong moved behind her and, at a nod from Miko, brought the crop down hard on Kathy’s ass cheek. At that same moment, Miko caused the brushes to turn at their fastest speed. Kathy groaned. “When you want whip, raise ass,” Miko said. Kathy tried to resist the increasing desire between her legs, but it was no use. Breathing in Abul’s foul odor. She lifted her buttocks. Mi Jong struck and the brushes spun. At the end of a half hour Kathy was sweating profusely. Her saliva dribbled down the plastic cock. The skin of her ass cheeks was covered with angry red marks where the crop had struck. Several times Miko had brought her to the edge of an orgasm but had not let her have one.

  During the following days, her routine was intensified. The riding crop had been added to her morning ritual. Upon awakening, Kathy’s first thought was of the glass bowl, the whip, Abul’s ugly cock, and the spinning brushes. Begging Miko to let her cum was no use. Four times a day her vagina and anus were treated with the stimulating salve. All day, Kathy thought about cumming. At night Miko had to tie her wrists to the headboard of the bed because, in her sleep, Kathy would try to finger herself.

  Twelve days before the final trial she was summoned, in the evening, to Madam Khe’s quarters. She wore only her collar and the clitoral cap. After Miko had closed the door behind her, Kathy got to her hands and knees and crawled to within five feet of Madam Khe’s throne-like chair. She knelt there with her head bowed. “You may look up,” Madam Khe said. “There are some things I wish to discuss with you.”

  The imperial Chinese woman was resplendent in a dark red dressing gown and heels, which consisted of little more than red velvet straps. “As you
know, Mrs. Ryan, in twelve days you will be taken to the reception room for your trial. Do you understand the conditions?”

  “Yes, Madam Khe.”

  “Explain.”

  Kathy paused to gather her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she began, “If I show in everything I say and do that I have completely surrendered my will to Abul, then I am to be taken from here and will enter the service of Mr. Satomi. If there is even the slightest sign that my spirit has not been broken, if there is any indication that I have not entirely yielded to Abul, if I cannot prove that my conversion is genuine and my devotion to him is perfect, then Mr. Satomi will not accept me. I will be given to Abul and must remain here as his possession for the year of my contract.”

  Madam Khe nodded, “Good,” she said. “Miko has taught you well. You know exactly what you must do.”

  “I beg your pardon, Madam Khe, but we both know how much I despise Abul. Even the sound of his name fills me with rage. I wish with all my heart that my spirit had been destroyed, that I could kneel in his presence as some kind of mindless creature without emotions, without memories, without this consuming abhorrence I feel toward him.”

  “I have done my best to break you. So has Abul. But he has become obsessed with hatred for you. He knows how you hate him and feel far superior to him. He is determined to push you to the point where you will reveal your true feelings. He wants you, Mrs. Ryan. He wants to own you. You have defied and humiliated him. If you are given to him, he will exact a price you may not be able to endure.”

  “If I fail the trial, Madam Khe, will Mr. Satomi hold you responsible?”

  “The tapes have revealed to Mr. Satomi that I have done my best. That is all he asks. He realizes that the fault would be partially his own. He selected you. He realized that, in spite of what appeared to be a submissive nature, you were a strong willed woman. He had never before sent us someone like you. As in the past, he could have easily chosen a beautiful young woman who would have been more malleable, a woman less likely to resist. Someone, let’s say, like your young sister-in-law...what is her name?”