Kim stopped the brushes. “I ask again,” she said. “You like being my personal pedicure girl?”
Kathy, still sitting with her legs spread, pushed herself closer to the make-up bench where Kim sat waiting. Kim put her feet on Kathy’s bare thighs. Kathy looked up, pleading, “Please, Miss Kim, the brushes...” Kim shook her head. “Please,” Kathy begged, “I like being your personal pedicure girl. I want to serve you. I...I...need...”
“You need to learn your place, Mrs. Ryan. That’s what you need.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry, terribly sorry.”
Kim lifted her foot and pressed it against Kathy’s stomach. “Finish what you start,” she said. She placed the remote back on the table. Once more Kathy began to scrape beneath each long toenail. After a few moments, Kim leaned forward, “I seen pictures of your husband, wedding pictures and others. He was very handsome man and rich, too.”
Kathy felt the tears well up in her eyes. Hearing someone speak of Jeff was much worse here than at the Facility. Everywhere she looked there were memories. “Yes,” she said, “he was very handsome.” She paused. “He was also a very good man. I loved him more than anything in the world.”
“Abul and the German doctor murder him, right?”
Before answering, Kathy finished the foot she’d been working on and took the other one into her lap. “Yes, Abul and Doctor Gruber murdered my husband,” she said.
“Now you take Abul’s big cock in your ass. You suck Abul’s cock. You make love to Abul who killed your husband. Say it.”
Tears coursed down Kathy’s cheeks. “Yes,” she said softly, “I make love to Abul. I...I...do as you say...I take his cock in my...my ass. I suck it.” She paused, shaking her head in disbelief. “I..I...suck the cock of the man who killed my dear husband.”
Kim shook her head, “I am not much, Mrs. Ryan. Only ignorant Vietnamese girl raised in streets of Saigon. Don’t remember father or mother. Do many bad things. But, I tell you this. I would not suck the prick of a man who murder my husband. Instead, I would cut it off.” Kathy was about to argue that she’d been forced to submit to Abul, but she remained silent. After a moment, Kim handed her several files. “You come back here today wanting now to marry with Abul, yes?”
Kathy started cut the girl’s toenails but her hand trembled, so she had to stop. Looking up at Kim, she nodded, “Yes, it’s true. I’ve come back here hoping the man who killed my dear husband will take me as his wife.”
“Abul been wearing your husband’s clothes but not shoes. Abul got big feet.”
“I didn’t know he was doing that. They sent me to the doctor’s house the day after I arrived here.
Kim handed Kathy several new files. “File toenails, don’t cut. Want them long. That way pleases Abul. You need to learn what Abul likes. File them not straight but round almost to points.” She watched Kathy work for several minutes, then asked, “I hear you got much money, five million or more, from husband’s death?”
“Yes. The airlines thought they had served him a tainted sandwich. They settled out of court.”
“But poison was made by German doctor. Abul fixed things so it was given to your husband on airplane. Abul and doctor kill your husband.”
“That’s right. They were following Mr. Satomi’s orders.”
“Why they want him killed?”
“So that I would eventually be persuaded to sign the hateful contract. So that I would become Mr. Satomi’s property.” She looked up at Kim. “But you knew all of this, didn’t you.”
“Right. I know, but want to hear from you. You hate Abul and doctor for what they done. Now you got to marry Abul or be property of madman doctor.” Expecting sympathy, Kathy looked up only to see the young Asian grinning at her. “Abul hates you and so do I. You are like uppity bitches I have to serve. Maybe tonight Abul tell me to whip you.”
Kathy’s heart sank. She bowed her head and busied herself with her task. When Kathy finished shaping the nails, she separated each toe from the other with cotton balls, then she painted Kim’s long pointed toenails with the same purple lacquer. “You learn quick. Maybe get job in a shop some day,” Kim said.
“Thank you, Miss Kim,” Kathy murmured.
Propping her heels on Kathy’s thighs, Kim inspected Kathy’s work. “Not bad,” she said. She wiggled her toes. “I have very small feet, yes? And pretty, too?”
“Yes,” Kathy looked up at her, “very small and pretty.”
Kim nodded. “Respect,” she said.
Kathy lifted the girl’s foot to her lips and kissed the underside of the freshly manicured toes. “Thank you, Miss Kim,” she said. Although she hated to perform these menial tasks and hated even more to humiliate herself by serving this inferior, malicious, arrogant girl, the alternative was infinitely worse.
Kim put both feet on the floor and looked down at Kathy, “Abul be home soon,” she explained. “Tonight Mi Jong will cook meal. She bring you something. Now, you go to your room in cellar. We ring bell when we want you.” Kathy started to rise. “Stay on knees till I tell you to get up,” Kim said sharply. When Kathy got to her knees again, Kim activated the clitoral brushes.
Kathy gasped as her body jerked. She looked up at Kim who held the remote, “Oh, please, Miss Kim, let them spin. Please, oh, please let me cum,” she begged.
Kim parted her robe and spread her legs. Her dark furrow was still wet. The brushes turned slowly. Kathy crawled forward and leaned her head toward the glistening slit. Viciously, Kim grabbed Kathy’s hair and yanked it so that Kathy had to look up at her. “You want brushes to keep turning, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy could feel her own wetness, “Oh, please, Miss Kim. I...I...need...”
Forcefully, Kim twisted Kathy’s hair, “You always talk about what you need!” she said. “Nobody gives a shit what you need!”
The anger and frustration flashed in Kathy’s eyes, “But...but...I’ve done what you told me...and...and...dammit, this is still my house!”
The brushes stopped. Kim stood and, forcing Kathy’s head back, she slapped Kathy’s upturned face. Taking a few moments to regain her composure, she let go of Kathy’s hair, “I not forget this,” she said evenly. “I tell Abul. I tell him not to marry with you. Tell him to send you back to doctor. Abul listens to me.”
Kathy threw her arms around the girl’s knees and began to sob, “Please, Miss Kim, please forgive me. I...I’ll do anything...anything.”
Kim stepped back. Kathy continued to kneel, her head bowed, the tears streaking her cheeks. Kim crossed the room and flung open a closet door. Kathy looked up and saw that, instead of clothes, it contained a rack of various restraints and an array of whips. Kim pointed at the whips. “I punish you tonight in front of Abul. Crawl here and pick one for your punishment.” Trembling, Kathy crawled to the rack. She hesitated before selecting a stiff leather whip about two feet in length. Kim opened the bedroom door. “Bring it when we ring. Wear maid uniform.” Kim took the whip, “Open mouth,” she said. Kathy, still on her hands and knees, opened her mouth. Kim put the whip between Kathy’s teeth. “Carry like that.” She glared down at her, “Tonight you obey. In front of Abul you show me much respect.” Unable to speak, Kathy nodded.
A few minutes later Kathy lay in her narrow bed and fell into a restless sleep. The sound of the garage doors opening and the purring engine of Jeff’s Lexus awakened her. It must be Abul returning, she thought. Ten minutes passed before Mi Jong entered with a bowl of clear soup and a cup of green tea. “Eat,” Mi Jong said, “then make self look good for Abul.”
When she finished eating, Kathy showered, took the prescribed enema, rubbed her body with perfumed oil, and sat down at the small table to apply the heavy make-up Abul preferred. She remembered what Kim had said about the relationship she had shared with Abul before Kathy was sent to the Facility. It appeared quite possible that since Abul brought Kim here, he might refuse to marry Kathy. If he refused, Kathy would become the property of Doctor Gruber’s sadisti
c nephew. If she were to resist Fredrick’s insane demands she was sure Gruber would inject her with mind destroying drugs. She’d become the human equivalent of Fredrick’s dog, and Mary Margaret would be given to Abul. If that came to pass, she was certain both she and Mary Margaret would die. It was clear that she had to persuade Abul to marry her. The thought of marrying that filthy animal made her shudder. She fought against the tears that started to form and concentrated on outlining her lips with the dark red lipstick and coating them with gloss. She put on the maid’s uniform and slid her feet into the stiletto heels. When the bell rang for her, she glanced at her watch. It was a few minutes past ten.
Chapter Eight – Maid
At the last moment, Kathy remembered the whip. She held it between her teeth as Kim had instructed. The taste and smell of leather brought a warm rush to her crotch and she felt her pussy moisten. At the Facility, the pain of the whip was usually accompanied by the slow spinning of the brushes inside the clitoral cap. She knew that for Abul’s amusement, she would be beaten tonight. She wondered who would whip her and if Abul would let the brushes turn.
Unsteadily she climbed the basement stairs thinking that soon she was to be whipped here in her own house. She would even ask to be whipped. Only seven months ago she and Jeff had hosted a splendid dinner party for all of their friends. There was a great deal of laughter and everyone had become a bit drunk. She recalled that after the guests left, she and Jeff made love for a long time in their huge bed. Now, here she was in this obscene maid’s uniform, a whip between her teeth, resigned to obey the orders of two filthy, ignorant foreigners who had taken over her house and violated her body.
At the top of the stairs she opened the door determined to stride down the hall and walk in on them. She hesitated, then got down on her hands and knees. From the living room she heard Abul say something, followed by Kim’s high-pitched laughter. On all fours she crawled down the hallway and across the living room to where Abul sat in the leather chair. He had on Jeff’s favorite silk robe and nothing else. Kim, wearing heels and one of Kathy’s robes was perched on the arm of Abul’s chair. She laughed pointing at Kathy, “Look, Abul, here’s Mrs. Ryan. She come to us on hands and knees like little pet dog.”
Kathy was startled to see a raised platform in the middle of the floor. It was on casters and appeared to be hinged in the middle so that it could be easily stored and moved. A pair of leather restraints about three feet apart were secured near the base of the platform facing Abul. Another pair of restraints, closer together, was attached to the other edge of the platform. About midway along it were bolted two upright steel rods, one on each side. They seemed about two feet high. Clamped between them was a horizontal bar that could be raised or lowered. Large setscrews would hold it tightly in place. She noticed the base of this horizontal bar was corrugated in the form of jagged metal teeth.
Kim smiled as she saw the look of fear cross Kathy’s face. “Kneel in front of us and give me the whip,” she said. Kathy rose to her knees and lifted her head. Kim took the whip from between Kathy’s teeth. “Respect,” Kim said extending her leg. On her feet were vinyl open toed mules. Kathy bowed her head and touched her lips to the girl’s brightly colored toes. “That’s right,” Kim nodded. “You see, Abul, how quick I got this American bitch trained?”
“I heard no words of gratitude,” Abul said.
Kim held out her other foot. “Say how you show respect to your mistress.”
Kathy kissed the toes then looked up into Kim’s sneering face, “Thank you, Miss Kim,” she said. “As you have taught me, I must show respect to my mistress by kissing her feet.”
The young Asian girl nodded, “Who is new mistress of this house?”
Kathy still held the arrogant girl’s foot, “You are the new mistress, Ms. Kim.”
“You obey me? You do what I say?”
“Yes, Ms. Kim. I do whatever you say.”
“I say kiss again,” She flexed her toes and laughed. Kathy hesitated, but then slowly lowered her head to Kim’s toes and kissed them again.
Kim held out her fingers to Abul, “I make Mrs. Ryan give me manicure and pedicure. Not bad, eh?”
Abul nodded, “With practice maybe we can get her a job in a beauty shop?”
“Maybe,” Kim said, “but I want her be my personal girl...manicure and pedicure twice a week. If she do good, I let her eat my pussy.” She nudged Kathy with her foot, “You like that, Mrs. Ryan. Like doing my nails? Like eating my pussy?”
Kathy glanced at Abul then bowed her head, “Yes, Miss Kim, I would like that,” she said.
“Like what? You got to learn to say the words. I like to hear rich American bitch say words to try to please me. You my servant now.”
Kathy raised her head to look into the heavily made up face of the Asian girl. She had determined to do and say anything to avoid being given to Gruber and his crazy nephew. “I’m sorry, Miss Kim. I would like very much to attend to your nails, to give you manicures and pedicures. I...I...also would like very much to give you pleasure ...to, as you say, eat your pussy.”
Abul had not taken his eyes from Kathy. His robe fell apart slightly and Kathy became aware that his horrible prick had started to stiffen. “Did you enjoy your visit with the Doctor, Mrs. Ryan?”
Not meeting his gaze she said, “No, Master Abul. He and his nephew are...are...”
“Insane,” Abul interjected. “But,” he continued, “Gruber is a brilliant man. Mr. Satomi thinks well of him. And Gruber’s determined to give his nephew whatever he wants.” He paused waiting for Kathy to respond. She nodded in agreement. “I understand,” Abul placed his bare foot on Kathy’s thigh causing her to flinch, “Doctor Gruber would like nothing better than to be able to give you to his relative. Isn’t that right?”
Slowly, he began to rub the rough calloused sole of his foot along Kathy’s bare thigh. She wanted to push it away but remained motionless and felt the color rise to her cheeks as her nipples stiffened. “Yes, Master, that’s how it seemed.” She looked into his ugly face pleading with her eyes, “But please, I beg you, don’t send me back. I couldn’t...I honestly couldn’t serve Gruber and Fredrick.”
“You would rather belong to me then?”
“Oh yes, Master Abul. I want to belong to you, to serve you. Please, don’t send me to...to Doctor Gruber.”
Abul put his arm around Kim and slid his hand inside her robe to fondle her breast. He grinned down at Kathy who was struggling to hold back the tears. “But you see, Mrs. Ryan, I have a woman. She’s obedient and she’s hot. She don’t put on airs. She don’t secretly think she’s better than me. She would never tell me to leave her house. She would never try to run away.” He looked up at Kim, “Ain’t that right?”
“Right. Never be like American bitch. Give you much respect. Give you all the sex you want...every kind of way.” Kim drew her pointed fingernails lightly down his cheek.
Kathy felt her hope dissolving . She’d defied Abul too often. She’d made him seem small. Even as she debased herself before him, she could never completely hide the contempt she felt for him. He had known this from the start, and she knew he felt it even now. He would never agree to marry her. But he had to...she needed to find a way to become his wife...whatever it took she had to find a way.
“Please, Master Abul,” she leaned forward and put her hands on his bony knees, “please let me suck your great prick.” She could see that it had become harder. She moved her hands along the inside of his thighs. “All the time I was at Doctor Gruber’s I thought about it....about your prick...the length and thickness of it, its manly smell and taste.” Tentatively she touched his heavy balls, “Please, Abul allow me to lick your testicles. Let me make love to your prick.” She reached out and held the base of his cock between her two small hands. She thought, ‘how much more must I debase myself? I’m here in my own house on my knees pleading with this murderer...begging to suck his horrible penis.’ A vision of Gruber’s nephew flashed into her mind
. Looking up at Abul she wet her lips, “My mouth is hot, Master Abul. I am hungry for your cock. My lips are soft and loving. Please, please let me suck?”
Suddenly Kim grabbed Kathy hair and yanked it back twisting it so Kathy had to look up at her. Viciously, she spit in Kathy’s face. Kathy felt the warm saliva run down her cheek. “Who you think you are!” the girl shouted. “I boss lady here! I Abul’s woman! You nothing. You a fucking maid!” She let go of Kathy and turned to Abul, “She forget her fucking place. Second time she do that today. I want to whip her.”
Abul nodded, “Yes,” he chuckled, “but first she should put more wood on the fire and get us fresh drinks. Then, I think, she should ask you to punish her.”
Kim pushed Kathy’s shoulder with the toe of her shoe. “Do what Abul say and don’t wipe spit off.”
“Yes, Miss Kim,” Kathy whispered. She crawled to the fireplace and placed two logs on the flames. She began to crawl to the kitchen.
“Can stand up to bring drinks,” Kim said.
Kathy paused to look back at her tormentors, “Thank you, Miss Kim,” she said, then she stood and continued along the hallway. Lined up on the kitchen counter were a bottle of expensive bourbon, a bucket of ice, and two squat glasses. Kathy assumed the girl drank the same thing as Abul. She was about to wipe Kim’s spit from her cheek when she glanced at the ceiling. Two small cameras were recording her every move. She fixed the drinks, put them on a tray, and, still unsteady in the heels, she carried it down the hall and into the living room.
Silently, Abul and Kim watched her approach. After she’d served them, Abul pointed to the floor. Kathy got to her knees. “Take off that skirt and blouse. We want you to be naked.” No matter how often she’d done it, removing her clothes before Abul caused her to blush. Undressing in front of him had been bad enough at the Facility but it was much worse here in her own house. She had never been naked in this living room with Jeff. Their lovemaking had been confined to the bedroom. She placed her blouse and skirt on the floor beside her. “Take the position,” Abul ordered. Still kneeling, Kathy looked up at them and placed her hands behind her neck. She noticed that Abul’s long dark cock had again begun to harden. Immediately, her own nipples stiffened. She glanced away, the color returning to her cheeks.
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