Marriage

by Charles Arnold

  Suddenly the two black female servants were standing over her. They moved quietly on bare feet. “We make you ready for Master Frederick,” the taller one said. They released her and removed all of the restraints along with her shoes. They led her, completely naked, to a far corner of the room where a portable tub had been placed. “Take bath,” one of the women said. Gratefully, Kathy submerged herself in the warm water. She was given a bottle of heavily scented liquid soap and a cloth. When she finished, the two women dried her with huge white towels. They made her bend over the tub while they rubbed her anal opening with a soothing slave. They applied a healing lotion to her sore nipples and to the few red whip marks that remained. Finally, they sat her down at a small make-up table on which was an array of cosmetics. After brushing her hair, one of the women pointed to the lipsticks, eye shadow, mascara, and powders. “Not too much,” she said. “Mr. Frederick wants natural look, pretty, but natural.”

  Kathy made up her face as she would if she were going out for an evening with Jeff: bright red lipstick, a touch of gloss, light blue shadow, black mascara. She decided against powders and rouge. The servants nodded approvingly then made her stand while they rubbed her body with perfumed oil. She was then led to a small wooden stool, which faced a black leather chair. “Sit,” the taller of the women said, “Mr. Frederick be here soon.” She put a pair of black patent leather pumps with five-inch heels beside the stool. Next to them she placed a black collar and a length of silver chain. “For later,” she said. As the women left, they turned off all the lights.

  Kathy waited in the darkness, terrified at the thought of being alone with Frederick. He was, she felt certain, insane. She considered running for the door and somehow escaping. But she was naked and the door would surely be locked. She folded her hands in her lap and found herself desperately wishing to be in her own home even if it meant submitting to the hated Abul. She heard the door open and close and became aware of someone moving toward the leather chair that she faced. It had to be Frederick. The figure sat down. After a moment, a spotlight over her head came on. She was illuminated in a bright circle of light. From the darkness of the chair came Frederick’s voice, “Unless you do exactly as I say, Mrs. Ryan, I will have you tied down and your nipples and cunt will be whipped until they bleed. Do I make myself clear?”

  Kathy knew this was no idle threat. “Yes,” she answered just above a whisper, “I understand and I will obey.”

  “I almost wish you wouldn’t. I would love to see…” he paused. “Perhaps another time.” He remained quiet for several minutes. She could feel his little eyes burning into her. She heard him shift his position. “I do hope uncle is successful in persuading Satomi to give you to him. Uncle will have little use for you except to have you entertain at his parties from time to time. He will leave you to me.”

  Kathy interrupted, “But Mr. Satomi...” she began.

  “Speak only when you’re given permission,” Frederick said sternly. Again he waited before continuing. Kathy looked down at her hands. “Satomi owns you. He can give you to anyone he chooses,” Frederick spoke evenly. “I’ve seen the tapes, Mrs. Ryan, the tapes from the Facility.” Kathy felt herself blush. “I’ve seen what those fools, Madam Khe and Abul, did not see. You even deceived Satomi. But right away I saw that your will had not been destroyed, your spirit was not broken. You were clever, but the defiance was there. I saw it mostly in your eyes. Even tonight you were fighting us. Isn’t that true?”

  “Yes,” Kathy said. He waited for her to go on. “I do what I must do in order to survive. I submit, but never willingly. You are right. There’s a part of me they haven’t taken.”

  “But you know my uncle and I will succeed where they have failed?” It was a question. Kathy said nothing. “In three months, Mrs. Ryan!” His voice had risen. “Three months,” he repeated, “and your spirit will be broken. We will train you like an animal and an animal you will become. Your mind will be empty of everything except to obey your master’s commands.” He paused again as a light came up over his chair. His pale face against the black leather looked like a death’s head. It was covered with deep dark yellowish pockmarks She turned her face away and knew immediately she shouldn’t have. “Look at me, Mrs. Ryan. I promise you that one day you will adore the face you now turn from.”

  Kathy tried to keep her hands from trembling as she looked at him. “I...I...I’m sorry,” she said.

  He lifted his hand to signal someone in the darkness behind Kathy. She heard the scrabbling of claws on the floor and then in front of her appeared a tall muscular black man who was completely naked. In his hand he held a heavy chain, which was attached to the collar of a huge black dog, which she recognized as a Giant German Schnauzer. The man took his place next to Frederick’s chair facing her. With a slight tug on the chain, he made the dog sit. “The black servant is Jamie,” Frederick explained. “I got him in Senegal. Both he and the dog are as mindless as you will become and as loyal, they are as anxious to please me as you will be. The dog’s name is Negra.” Since taking their positions, neither the black man nor the dog had moved. “Jamie is not at all like your unfortunate Uzetta. His love for me is unconditional. Beyond that he has no feelings.” He lightly tapped his servant’s ass twice. The black man quickly leaned down to kiss Frederick’s hand. “You see, Mrs. Ryan, I have two absolutely devoted pets, a man and a dog. I assure you both live only for me. Not long ago their independent spirits were as strong as yours. Now there isn’t so much as a grain of independence between them. They know only one thing, Mrs. Ryan. Can you guess what that is?”

  Kathy shook her head, “No. no I can’t.”

  “The only thing they know is that they adore me. When they are awake their only desire is that I might summon them. Their only wish is to be near me, to be permitted to look at me. At night they dream of me.” He paused. His eyes burned into her. Kathy felt a growing terror that was worse than any she’d ever experienced. Fredrick smiled. “I want a third pet,” he said evenly, “a woman pet. I want you, Mrs. Ryan.” Kathy forced back a scream that threatened to tear from her throat. Fredrick leaned forward, “If you are given to me, Mrs. Ryan, in a very short time you will be exactly like Jamie and Negra. Like them during your waking hours your only wish will be that I summon you. Like them, your only desire will be to gaze upon this scabrous face you so recently turned away from.”

  He sat back waiting for her to respond. When she didn’t he continued, “Eventually, in my service you will be expected to give yourself to Negra. I would like to see you become his bitch.”

  Kathy shook her hear violently, “Good God...do you know what you’re saying?”

  “I know perfectly well what I’m saying.

  Kathy repeated to herself over and over, “He’s mad, totally insane.”

  Frederick tapped Jamie’s ass three times. Immediately, the muscular black man dropped to his knees and licked Frederick’s hand. “This is what you will do, Mrs. Ryan. If I pay the slightest attention to you, you will lick my hand in gratitude.”

  He paused, “Now, let’s get on with this evening’s entertainment, shall we?”

  Kathy nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes, please,” she whispered.

  It was then that Kathy noticed in the black man’s left hand a stiff riding crop. Frederick grinned down at her. “Yes, Mrs. Ryan, unless you do exactly as you’re told, Jamie is going to cut you with it...cut you hard....cut you in sensitive places.” The black man and the dog stared at her impassively.

  “Now,” Frederick continued, “crawl to the stool, then put on the shoes and the collar. Snap the chain to the ring on the front of the collar.”

  Kathy did as he’d instructed, sliding her tiny feet into the tight shoes. She buckled the collar around her neck and attached the chain. She sat straight, her knees together. The heels accentuated the curve of her calves. Frederick nodded. “Get up and cross to stand in front of Jamie. Stand close,” Frederick said. Kathy rose and, unsteady on the spike heels, walke
d to face the tall black man. “Closer,” Frederick ordered. Kathy stepped to within six inches of him. Her eyes came to the middle of his chest. She looked down and drew in her breath. His long cock had begun to stiffen. His crotch and testicles had been shaved to make the length of his cock apparent. “Ah, I bet you’d like to feel that sliding in and out of your hot cunt, Mrs. Ryan? Yes?”

  Kathy wasn’t sure how she should answer. “If it would give you pleasure to see it, then I would like....”

  “That’s a fucking lie!” Frederick shouted. “I know you...I know you’d do just about anything to be permitted to fuck my Jamie. Well, it’s not going to happen!” He waited a few moments to get control. “I want you to walk over to your stool and back to us. I want you to keep doing that until I tell you to stop.” Kathy, still unsure of herself in the heels, crossed to the stool. The silver chain that was attached to her collar dangled between her breasts and hung down almost to her knees. “Keep your head high. Arch your back. Lift your legs,” Frederick commanded. Kathy turned and walked back to them as he had instructed. When she reached them she turned again and walked back to the stool. Frederick had her do this several more times. She noticed that the black man’s cock had come to a full erection. It swayed out in front of him like a thick ebony club.

  Finally, Frederick made her stop in front of his servant. “Look at his big prick, then look up at him and ask him to fuck you,” Frederick had picked up a riding crop and was tapping it on the arm of his chair. “Address him as Mister James.”

  Kathy was almost touching the huge black man. She glanced at his thick, uncircumcised cock before looking up into his expressionless face. “Please,” she said, “Mr. James, will you fuck me?” He stared out over her head, saying nothing.

  “You see, Mrs. Ryan, how well he’s trained. Obviously, he would like nothing better than to rape you, but he won’t do anything unless I give him permission. Do you remember the dog’s name?”

  “I...I...think you said it was Negra.” At the sound of his name the dog’s ears perked up, but he sat still as a statue between Frederick’s chair and the servant who held his chain.

  “Yes,” Frederick nodded, “that’s correct. One day his name will be as familiar to you as your husband’s. Now, move back and face the dog. I want you to look at Negra and keep looking at it until I speak to you again.” Fearfully, Kathy stepped back and looked down at the dog. She made a little sound and took another step back. “Now, Mrs. Ryan,” Frederick swished the riding crop through the air, “unless you want me to shred your wet cunt with this, you are to turn around and get to your knees. Offer yourself to the dog.”

  “No....I...I...can’t...that’s...that’s...”

  Frederick brought the crop down with a loud crack, just missing her feet. “Negra is as well trained as Jamie. My uncle says I’m not to give you to him until you belong to me. But, I want the dog to know your smell. I want him to remember it. I want him to begin to desire you and to sense that one day he may have you. Now, damn it, get on your knees!” Slowly, Kathy kneeled and turned so that her raised ass faced the animal. “Back closer to him,” Frederick ordered. Kathy inched backward. The dog remained as he was but leaned forward to sniff her.

  Kathy began to tremble and the tears once more flowed down her cheeks.

  “Please, Master Frederick,” she begged, “Please no...”

  Frederick threw a small square cloth at her. “Stop blubbering! He’s not going to fuck you tonight, but it is my hope that in due time...in due time, Mrs. Ryan. Use the cloth to wipe your dripping cunt. Then, turn around and on your knees give it to Negra.”

  With a shaking hand, Kathy retrieved the cloth and reached back to wipe it between her labial lips. Her wetness stained the cloth. She turned around and on her knees stretched forward to lay the cloth before the dog. The animal looked up at Frederick who nodded, giving him permission to sniff the cloth and then to take it in his mouth.

  “That’s right, Mrs. Ryan,” Frederick smiled down at her, “if you are given to me, in time after you are broken, Negra will become your lover. Do you know why?” Kathy shook her head. “Because within three months you will be quite like him...a dumb but fiercely loyal animal. Like Negra and Jamie, the only thought in your head will be the wish to please your master. What do you think, Mrs. Ryan? Do you believe Uncle and I will be able to crush your rebellious spirit and make you one of my obedient little pets?”

  Kathy wanted to scream at him that she would die first. Instead she bowed her head. “I...I...would fight it,” she said, “fight hard...but, in the end, I think you might succeed.” She looked up at him. “But why?” she asked.

  He leaned forward, “Because I carry the family curse. It’s a malady I share with my uncle. Both he and I are impotent. Since we cannot fuck like other men, we’ve found different ways to amuse ourselves with women.” He sat back staring at her with narrowed eyes. “Tonight you were a lovely Barbie, an interesting toy...but I think you will be an even better pet. The collar and leash suit you. I enjoy seeing you on all fours. He reached out to stroke the dog’s head. “And, dear Mrs. Ryan, you will sit, like Negra, by my side eager to obey my orders. You will sometimes accompany me to social functions, beautifully made up, expensively and elegantly dressed. Before acquaintances and strangers I will humiliate you. You will return my abuse with adoration. At other times you will be required to crawl, naked, to my quarters. You will fetch my slippers in your lovely mouth, delighting in their smell and taste. You will shiver with gratitude if I permit you to lick my hand.”

  Kathy glanced at Jamie who continued to stare ahead without expression. His cock still jutted out in front of him as stiff as it had been earlier. Frederick smiled, “I see that even after having serviced all of uncle’s guests you’re still interested in male genitalia.” Kathy quickly looked away. Frederick tapped the crop handle against the side of his chair. “I don’t think it will be so difficult to train you, Mrs. Ryan. You have, already, the unquenchable lust of an animal...a bitch in perpetual heat.” Kathy felt the color spread from her cheeks to her breasts. “I’m surprised at how easily you blush,” Frederick said. “It’s interesting that you still have a deep sense of shame.” He paused. Kathy remained silent. “Well, now,” Frederick began again, “I can see that you approve of Jamie’s long cock. Tell me what you think of his muscular ass.”

  “It’s...it’s...as you say...muscular,” Kathy stammered.

  “From the video tapes taken at the Facility, I’ve learned that you despise Abul and that there’s one thing in particular that he forces you to do that...let’s just say you find most unpleasant. What is that, Mrs. Ryan?”

  “Everything...I hate everything. I hate Abul.”

  “Yes, but what disgusts you the most?” Frederick flicked the whip in her direction.

  Kathy bowed her head and whispered, “His feet, and...and...when he...when he makes me lick his ass.”

  “Of course,” Frederick said, “so what do you think I’m going to make you do?”

  Kathy knew before he asked the question. “You will order me to...to...lick Jamie’s ass.”

  “You are to refer to him as Master James and you are right. Crawl around behind him and ask him if you may lick his ass crack. If he spreads his ass cheeks, and he will, I want you to lovingly lick his ass crack and push your tongue into his hole. You’ve done that for Abul have you not?”

  “Yes, I’ve done it for Abul.”

  “While you are servicing his ass, I want you to reach between his fine legs and masturbate that splendid prick until he cums.” He waited. Kathy didn’t move. “Damn your arrogance!” Frederick shouted. Rising and stepping forward, he brought the crop down across Kathy’s breasts. She screamed and fell back. He waited a moment, then nudged her with his shoe. Slowly, she got to her knees and crawled to Jamie. “Please, Master James,” she said, “may I lick your...your...ass crack?” The tall black man glanced at Frederick, then looked down at Kathy and reached back to part his cheeks.


  Kneeling behind him, Kathy inched forward. His furrow was black as ebony and hairless. He smelled slightly of perspiration, otherwise his crack was clean. Although she tried to prevent it, she felt herself becoming aroused. Her nipples stiffened and she could feel the heat in her pussy. As he held his ass cheeks apart, she began to lick his dark crack. At the same time she reached between his legs to place both hands around his thick cock. She stroked him as she licked.

  Frederick watched from his chair, the dog beside him. After several minutes Frederick shouted to her, “Now, bitch, drive your tongue into his hole!” Obediently, Kathy pushed the tip of her tongue into the moist opening. As she did so, she felt him jerk violently and could feel the jism shoot in great, thick spurts from his cock. When, at last, he finished there was, on the wood floor in front of him, a spreading puddle of milky cum.

  Frederick waved a hand at Jamie who, without even a glance at Kathy, strode to the door. She heard it close and lock behind him. Kathy turned to face her tormentor. “Get on your hands and knees. I want you on all fours like the dog you’re destined to become.” Kathy, who had been kneeling, placed her hands on the floor in front of her. “Since you are responsible for making that mess, I want you to clean it up.”

  “But how?”

  “Why in the same way your companion here wants to...with your tongue, my pet, with your tongue.” He saw that she was about to protest. Before she could utter a word, he stood again and started toward her, the crop raised over his head.

  Kathy turned quickly and, feeling as if she might vomit, lowered her head to the coagulating puddle. In trying to lick it up long strands slid from her tongue. Behind her she heard Frederick laughing. “You must do better or you’re going to feel the crop on your titties,” he called. She discovered the only way she could do what he wanted was to press her open mouth to the floor and suck the jism into it. Even that was not successful. She began to retch. “Damn you!” Frederick yelled. “If you vomit, you’ll bleed for it! Back away!”