“Pleased enough to invite me to your bed? Pleased enough to make yourself look especially desirable for your new man?” Kathy couldn’t answer. Abul continued, “After the entertainment I provided for you this evening, you must be anxious to give yourself to me. You must be hot and wanting to submit to Abul in the bed you and your late husband shared? Perhaps you will honor me with a complete response?”
His sneering sarcasm was evident to all of them. Kathy paused to gather her resolve, “I invite you to the bed I once shared with the man you...the man you...killed. The bed I shared with my former husband. I will prepare myself in the way I know you prefer.” She paused. “I will....I will... be honored to...to...give myself to you there.”
“But first this,” Abul said, holding up the cap. Kathy knew her pussy was wet and her clitoris swollen. Even though she’d experienced a number of intense orgasms last night with Uzetta, she longed for more. She wanted desperately to touch herself. She would gladly have done it for the amusement of Abul’s guests if only he had ordered her to. Abul held out his other hand. In it were the tiny brushes that could be fitted into the cap and activated by Abul’s remote. “What would you do in order to have me put these back into the cap?” Abul asked.
Kathy couldn’t believe he might actually do it. He was only tormenting her. Still, it was a possibility. For a moment she was torn between her hatred of this murderer and her desire to once more feel the brushes spin against her clitoris. She reminded herself that the immediate fate of Mary Margaret rested with Abul. In order to spare her sister-in-law she had to please him. “Almost...almost anything,” she replied.
“Such as...?”
Kathy thought for several moments before answering. She stared at Abul’s open hands, one holding the cap and the other the longed for brushes. “I will try to make myself desirable for you...try to make myself look beautiful in your eyes. I will welcome your hands on me...on...on my body, and...and...beg for your kisses. My...my husband is gone. I belong to you now.” She bowed her head and said softly, “I belong to you in a way I never belonged to him.” She paused and saw immediately that he was not satisfied. “I...I’ll suck your...your...cock and ask you to...to...please fuck my ass.” She looked hopefully at Abul. He grinned and shook his head.
“I will kneel down before you as I do now. I will...I...will kiss your feet.” Abul closed the hand that held the brushes and began to put it into his pocket. The thought of the brushes turning drove everything else from her mind, “No,” Kathy said quickly, “please....I need...I mean I know what you want.... I have learned what you want most from me...what you would have me do. What is most...most...” She turned away and shook her head, then turned back to him. “I... I will lick you, I mean on my knees, I will lick...your anus.”
Abul looked across at the doctor and winked, grinning, he said to Kathy, “But for you to feel the brushes on your hot clit, you must do more than lick. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan? You must do more than lick the ass crack of the man who made you a widow?” He touched her mouth with a long dirty fingernail. “These soft lips that not long ago were lovingly kissing the mouth of your husband...I want to feel them pressed lovingly against my hole. I
want to feel your hot little tongue pushing into it. Your hot tongue, Mrs. Ryan, pushing into my asshole. Yes?”
Kathy trembled and said nothing. Doctor Gruber rose silently from his chair and stood next to Kathy who was still kneeling before Abul. “You are such a lovely woman, Mrs. Ryan. And I can see by the way you’ve furnished and decorated your home that you are also quite refined. You have excellent taste. You seem very intelligent and, I think, are extremely sensitive.” Kathy felt herself blushing at his compliments. At the Facility and from Abul and his friends she’d always been made to feel less than human.
She looked up at Gruber, but turned quickly away. His skull-like face and pale blue eyes frightened her. He smiled at his effect on her, “It is hard for me to believe you would agree to Abul’s obscene conditions.” Abul was about to object but said nothing. “Tell me, would you really defile that pretty mouth of yours in such a disgraceful way, here before strangers in your very own house?”
Kathy, her head bowed, shook it, “No,” she said. “You’re right. I can’t do that. In the past they used drugs and the whip to compel me. But to...to do it willingly as Abul now demands! No, I couldn’t. Even to think of it is obscene. It’s blasphemous, disgusting. No, not that. Not ever.”
Abul took from his pocket the brushes and dangled them before her eyes. “Imagine, Mrs. Ryan, how they will feel. First slow, then faster almost to the place where you cum, then I will slow them once more spinning...spinning. I can hold you on the edge with them for a very long time. Finally, the explosive orgasm. Think, Mrs. Ryan, about the intense pleasure they give you. Think about the cap now covering your swollen clit. It’s empty, Mrs. Ryan. I do not intend to make this offer again. The cap will remain empty.” He studied her. She seemed to have made up her mind to refuse. “You might also give another thought to your sister-in-law. I have a direct phone line to the Facility. I understand Swart is visiting and would love to use his whip on her. He will beat her until she dangles unconscious from the restraints. I think she will mark easily.”
Kathy looked away from him, frowning. She imagined Mary Margaret halfway around the world tied to the whipping post, the horrible black dwarf uncoiling his whip. She turned back to look at the tiny brushes Abul held out to her in his open hand. “No...I...I... can’t.” He closed his hand again and reached for the cell phone. “Wait,” she said. There was a long pause. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Let us hear you say it, Mrs. Ryan,” Abul leaned back in his chair. “Tell us what you will do to Abul in the house where you were so happy with your late husband.”
“I...I...will press my lips to your...to your hole and push my tongue into it,” she said softly. Gruber smiled.
“Beg to do it,” Abul said.
Again Kathy looked away from him but the image of Mary-Margaret once more flashed in her mind. She turned toward him, “Please, Abul, I beg you to allow me to...to...press my lips to your...to your...hole...allow me to...to...taste you there.”
Abul’s tormenting wasn’t over. “After sucking Ira’s cock, your mouth is not worthy to service me in the way you’ve just described. How will you prepare yourself to worship my ass, Mrs. Ryan? Speak up so that we can hear you.”
Kathy looked away for a moment, then turned back to Abul, “I will use the cosmetics that please you. I will paint my lips carefully. I will apply the gloss. I will try to make myself pretty for you and...and… on my knees I will...I will,” she couldn’t finish.
“You will do what, Mrs. Ryan? Will you kneel to worship his ass crack? Let us hear you say it.” He grinned down at her. “And beg, once more to do it. When you speak, think about what your are on your knees begging me for. I like to hear you beg.”
It was several moments before she spoke. She inched back and looked up at him, “I will try to...to make my mouth, my lips worthy to...to worship his ass crack.” She crawled forward to kneel between his parted legs and placed her hands on his thighs. “Please, Abul, on my knees, I beg you. Please permit me to try to make myself acceptable to you. Please allow me to prepare my lips to worship you.”
“Show us,” Abul said, “show us how Abul’s woman paints her mouth before she makes love to his hole.” He took from the table at his side a mirror and a small bag, which contained a new lipstick and a vial of gloss. “I will hold the mirror for you,” he handed her the pouch.
Reluctantly, she took the lipstick and gloss from the small leather bag. Abul chuckled and turned to wink at the twins. Kathy was still kneeling between his legs. Her knees ached, but her stiff nipples pressed against her gown. Gruber stepped behind her so that he could see her reflection in the mirror. Kathy’s hand shook as she began to outline her full lips with the bright red color.
Abruptly, Abul took the mirror away. “Tell us what you’re d
oing, Mrs. Ryan.”
“What you told me. I’m doing what you told me to do.”
“But why? Explain to us. Give us the reason.”
Backing away from him, Kathy made a little sound and appeared ready to throw the cosmetics into the fireplace. Gruber placed his hand on her bare shoulder. “Think,” he said, leaning over to whisper in her ear, “there are always consequences. Surely you’ve learned that by now.” His cold, lifeless hand caused her to shudder.
Kathy turned back toward Abul, “I am painting my lips to show you how they will look when I...when you...”
She couldn’t finish.
“Goddamn it, speak!” Abul growled.
Kathy looked at a spot on the floor between her knees, “When I press them against your...against your...”
“Hole!” Abul yelled. “Say it!”
“I...I...wish to show you how my lips will look when I press them against your...your...hole.”
“And you will part your lips, yes? And your hands, what will you do with your hands? And your tongue, what about your tongue, Mrs. Ryan. How will you thank me for killing your husband?”
Kathy bowed her head, feeling the hatred well up in her. She waited a moment before looking at him and speaking the words she knew he expected. “I will spread your...your ass cheeks with my hands. I will thank you, Abul, by parting my lips and pushing my tongue into your hole.”
“And will your moist red lips be warm and soft? And will the pink tip of your tongue be hot?”
“Yes, Abul. My lips will be warm and soft for you. My tongue will be hot.”
Abul held up the mirror again. It was several minutes before Kathy could continue. When she finished, she coated her lips with the oily gloss. They were full, bright red and glistening. Abul nodded, “Now, let our guests see how you prepare your mouth to honor me.”
Kathy looked toward the couch. Ira poked his sister in the ribs, “This is the woman Doctor Gruber said is refined and has good taste. Good taste,” he repeated. They both laughed and were joined by Abul.
Kathy could feel her face burning as she turned to look up at Doctor Gruber. He stared at her until she had to look away. “Stunning, Mrs. Ryan! You look absolutely stunning!” She noticed his eyes move from her lips to her stiff nipples. His long, pale fingers were clasped at his waist. “Do you really desire those little mechanical brushes so much that you will....”
“Yes,” she cut him off, “I do.”
Abul seemed satisfied. He removed the brushes from his pocket and carefully positioned them in the cap, which he handed to Kathy. She pulled up her gown and, spreading her knees, placed the cap against the metal horseshoe shaped plate that adhered to the skin around her clitoris. When the two pieces were matched, Abul touched a button on the remote. They heard a tiny click as the powerful magnets activated. The cap was securely fastened over her clit, which could not come into contact with anything except the brushes. “Would you like me to test them?” Abul asked.
“Yes, please,” Kathy looked up at him.
“You’ll need to do better, Mrs. Ryan. Respect and affection are what’s required.”
Tentatively, Kathy reached for his hands. On her knees, she inched closer and placed his hands on her gown at her waist. He still held the small remote. She looked into his eyes, “I belong to you, Abul. I’m glad you are here in my house.” She guided his hands up until they covered her breasts. He touched the remote, and the brushes began to rotate slowly. Kathy pressed his hands tighter against her breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned. Abul touched her mouth with two of his dirty fingers. She parted her lips. He held his fingers where they were until she moved her head forward to take them into her mouth. Abul looked at Doctor Gruber and smiled. As he withdrew his fingers, he stopped the brushes.
“Please,” Kathy begged, “please, Abul, I need...”
Abul frowned at her, “I repeat, Mrs. Ryan, affection and respect.”
Kathy inched forward and, pressing her body against his, rose slowly until she was standing. “If you will come to my bed tonight, I’ll prove how much I respect you, Abul,” she said.
“And?”
“I...I...will make love to you...better than I ever made love to my husband.” He looked up at her and grinned. His thin lips were wet with spittle. The firelight flickered over the stubs of his yellow teeth. She leaned toward him and circled her lips with the tip of her tongue, “I will kiss you...kiss you everywhere...all night long. Abul, I’ll make love to you. I will give myself to you in any way you wish. I will do anything you ask. I will worship you in the way you desire.” She took his sneering face between her hands.
“I killed your husband,” he said.
She flinched at that. He knew exactly how to hurt her. It was a moment before she could speak. “Yes,” she said, “you killed my husband.” She stared into his eyes, “I loved him more than anything in the world and you took him from me.” For an instant she tightened her hands on his face thinking perhaps if she gave it a hard twist she might break his neck. He touched the button on the remote. She made a small noise in her throat. “Now, you have taken his place and I...I...want you, Abul...I want you. I want to make love to you.” She leaned closer to him, looking directly into his eyes, “Please, Abul, I want, very much, to give myself to you.”
“Even though...,” Abul taunted.
“Even though you murdered my dear husband, Abul.” Parting her lips she pressed her mouth against his. He let the brushes turn rapidly, but stopped them before she could cum.
“Please, Abul, please...” she began to beg. Roughly, he pushed her back against Doctor Gruber who caught her before she fell. Frightened, she cried out and spun away from Gruber who had put his arms around her.
Abul laughed, “You must not be so shy before the good Doctor. Within the next two weeks you are to be given to him, perhaps more than once.”
Kathy backed toward the hallway, shaking her head. Doctor Gruber stepped into the firelight. His cold blue eyes bore into her. His gaunt face was impassive. “I am looking forward to your visits, Mrs. Ryan,” he said evenly.
Abul waved the remote at her, “Go to your bedroom, Mrs. Ryan,” he said. “If you want me to come to you later, ask me now and ask like you mean it. Beg, Mrs. Ryan, beg. The brushes are no good unless I make them turn.”
For a full minute, Kathy stood mute, trembling, in the hallway entrance. The orange glow from the fireplace danced over her body. The white gown clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her tiny waist and the flare of her hips. The oily gloss over her bright red lips made her mouth look full and wet. The news that she was to be given to Doctor Gruber terrified her. She pushed it out of her head and concentrated on trying to get Abul to let her cum. The thought that if she said the right words, he might allow the brushes to spin, caused her long nipples to push against her gown. “Please, Abul, when you are ready, please come to what is now ‘our’ bed. I will do whatever you wish. Anything, Abul, anything! I will be the obedient wife and submissive whore of...of...the man who killed my husband.”
“You want Abul in your bed? You want his big prick?”
She was appalled at the idea that she was here in her own house, almost naked before strangers, begging the murderer of her husband to come to her bed, begging him to take her, promising to be a wife to him and to be his personal whore, even begging to lick his ass crack. She reminded herself that Abul was also responsible for poor Uzetta’s death.
“Speak up, bitch!” Abul called.
She closed her eyes, imagining how the brushes would bring her to a quick and intense orgasm, “Yes, Abul, I want to make love to you. I long to feel your...your big prick deep in my ass.” She placed her hands on her hips and drew them up to cup her breasts. “You excite me Abul, look at my nipples. Because of you my...my cunt is hot and it is wet.” Still offering him her breasts, she took a step into the room. “I want you, Abul. I want to make love to you I want...to...to prove to you in the bed I once shared with my husband, that
I am now your woman.”
“Very well, Mrs. Ryan, here’s what you must do. Make yourself pretty for me. You know what I like. Wear one of those short nightgowns. Then get on that bed you once shared with your husband. Kneel down with your head on the mattress and your bare ass raised and facing the door. Spread your cheeks and stay just like that until I’m ready to come to you.”
“Yes, Abul,” she said, “and will you....”
“I make no promises,” he sneered. “Just do what you’re told.” She looked at him and he could see the anger flash in her eyes. She nodded and went down the hall to her bedroom. Kathy closed the bedroom door behind her with the laughter of Abul and the fat twins ringing in her ears. She stood there and let the tears come freely. Around her were all the things she and Jeff had happily furnished the room with: white wicker chests and her dressing table, beautiful bedside lamps, frilly lace curtains at the windows, the thick white rug, the VCR and television, which were discreetly hidden behind louvered doors. In the middle of the room was their beautiful king sized four-poster bed. She remembered how delighted they’d been on the day they found the lovely white satin bedspread and matching shams. She recalled their lovemaking in the huge bed...how sweet and tender it had been. And Jeff, so young and handsome...so considerate...so full of life and excited about their future together. After they’d made love, they would talk far into the night, snuggled close...the soft kisses and sex again, gentle and loving.
Now, Abul wanted her to kneel on this same bed, her bare buttocks raised, her hands pulling her ass cheeks apart. He wanted her to wait for him in that disgusting position...wait for him to shove his horrible prick into her anal opening. She wiped the tears away. “I won’t do it,” she whispered to herself even as she reached into the closet for the short nighty he’d ordered her to wear.
The baby doll gown she selected was shear black nylon. It contrasted sharply with her pale skin and the white bedspread. In her years with Jeff, she’d never worn heels in their bed. She’d never even owned the kind of shoes that now filled her shoe rack, all new, all with five-inch heels. She chose a pair of black leather pumps. Sitting at her dressing table, she touched up her lips with the gloss that seemed to please Abul. Vigorously, she brushed her jet-black hair until it shone. She wiped the streaked mascara from her cheeks and re-applied it. She noticed that her blue eyes had lost none of their startling brightness. She’d never looked better. Jeff would have been so proud.
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