“Before I permit you to join me here, Mrs. Ryan,” he patted the pillow next to him, “I want you to make me hard by the things you do and the things you say.” He frowned at her, the hatred burning in his eyes. “Unless you make my cock stiff, you must stay where you are. That’s not where you want to be, is it?”
Kathy thought to herself, ‘I want to be as far away from this ugly, murdering, coward as I can possibly get.’ She looked into his sneering face, “I will make your cock stiff, Abul, because I long to be there beside you, my naked body pressed against yours, trembling, anxious to press my lips to yours.” She slid the thin spaghetti straps off her shoulders and slowly peeled the top of the gown down to reveal her breasts. Her long nipples protruded farther than they ever had and were a deep pink color and hard.
“Play with your titties,” Abul instructed. Kathy cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She felt another strong surge of heat between her legs. “Speak,” Abul ordered.
Kathy began to push the tight gown over her hips, “I enjoy showing myself to you like this, Abul. I am pleased with my body and even more pleased to know that it now belongs to you.” She stepped out of the gown and pushed it aside with her foot. “You should know, Abul, I have never done this for my husband, never teased him, never prepared myself for him as I have for you.” The color rose to her cheeks as she saw that he noticed the gleam of her secretions along the furrow of her pussy and spotting the insides of her upper thighs.
“Your cunt is wet, Mrs. Ryan,” he said.
“Yes, you must realize by now that in your presence it is always like this.” She was aware that he wanted her to say more. She touched the leather collar, “In place of my husband’s gold necklace, I wear yours. I wear it proudly as proof that I belong to you.” Abul touched the remote and let the brushes spin rapidly for just a moment. Kathy gasped and uttered a small cry. She tried to think of how she could get him to make the brushes spin again. With both hands she spread her pussy lips exposing the slick pinkness of her vagina and the gold cap that covered her clitoris. “Look, Abul, how wet I’ve become. My...my cunt belongs to you...whenever you want it.” She turned around and, bending over, parted her ass cheeks. “This, also belongs to you. My cunt and my ass are yours to fuck as often as you like. If you wish, I will offer both my...my cunt and my ass to others for your amusement or for money.” He pressed the remote, but let it run for only a moment. He was playing her like a computer game. She was fully aware of what he was doing and tried to resist, but she groaned and her legs began to feel unsteady.
“Tell me about your mouth, Mrs. Ryan...about the lips that until a short time ago touched only the lips of your husband.”
Kathy took a step toward him, “That’s right, Abul. Until you came here...until after my husband’s death when, in this room you,...you made me obey you, I had never kissed, I mean never passionately kissed any man but my husband.” She looked down at the floor then back up at him, “Truly, Abul, I’ve never kissed anyone, not even my husband, the way I kiss you.”
Abul licked his cracked lips, “And why is that, Mrs. Ryan? You must desire my kisses, yes?”
“At first I didn’t, Abul. The truth is I hated being forced to kiss you.” She noticed the anger in his eyes and hurried on. “But that is no longer true. I now love how my lips feel against yours and when I part my lips how your hot tongue fills my mouth.” She took another small step closer to him. “Before you came into my life I was very innocent. I knew nothing.”
“Virgin cunt, virgin ass, and virgin mouth. What a waste. Have you learned anything, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy saw that his finger was on the remote button. “You have taught me that my mouth was meant to give pleasure...to give pleasure to both men and women in a variety of ways.” He nodded for her to go on. “I...I was a fool in my marriage. I was stupid and arrogant. The soft lips I once reserved for my husband, I now press to your toes.” She reached out and trailed her fingers across the sharp edges of his long toenails. “Lovingly, Abul, I lovingly kiss your feet.” He touched the button, causing her body to stiffen, but the brushes had made only a few turns when he stopped them. “My mouth belongs to you, Abul. I never sucked my husband’s cock. I never kissed his testicles. Now, I love the taste, and smell, and feel of your great prick. I kneel before you to kiss and lick your testicles.” She saw that his finger was on the remote button, but he didn’t press it. “I...I...drink your cum, Abul. That’s what my mouth is for. I...I...want to suck your cock...suck it. I want to learn to take all of your great cock in my mouth...all of it. Tonight I want to make love to your cock, Abul ...make love for a long time. I want to swallow your hot, thick cum here on this bed where I once made love to him.”
He held the remote up, teasing her, “Your mouth has pleasured me in another place has it not, Mrs. Ryan? Your lips and tongue will, if I take you as my wife, pleasure me there often, is that not so?” He let the brushes turn but so slowly that they served only to stimulate her more.
Kathy stepped up until her knees rested against the kneeling bench. Her naked body, under its sheen of oil seemed to glow. “I...I...have licked your ass crack, Abul. I have pressed my lips tight against your anal ring and pushed my tongue into your hole. As your wife, I will pleasure you in that way each night if that’s what you wish.”
He continued to let the brushes turn slowly, “And if it would amuse me to watch you get to your knees behind my friends or strangers?”
“Yes, Abul even that.” The words she spoke meant nothing to her. All that mattered was the turning brushes.
He grinned at her, “I will invite a number of my friends here. You will have spread the perfumed oil over your body. Except for very high heeled shoes, you will be naked.” He paused and closed his eyes imagining the scene. “I think heavy chains might be a nice touch. There will be a wide black collar around your neck with a steel chain attached. You will wear wrist cuffs and chains will also be fastened to them. When a man wants you he will pull on one of the chains and you will crawl quickly to him and kneel before him waiting to see if he wishes you to take his cock in your mouth or in your ass. How does that sound to you, Mrs. Ryan?”
“I will do my best to satisfy your friends in whatever way they wish. I will try always, Abul to make you proud of me. I will try to make other men envious of you because they will see that I truly belong to you.”
“And, because it pleases me to watch you degrade yourself, would you spread their ass cheeks, and clean their dirty cracks with your tongue, and suck at their holes?” He watched her carefully, taking her to the edge of an orgasm.
Trembling, she walked unsteadily around to the side of the bed and crawled up onto it to lie next to him. She turned toward him, pressing her naked body against his and putting her arm around him. “Yes,” she whispered hoarsely, “yes, Abul. If it amuses you, I will rub my naked body with oil. I will gladly wear the restraints and chains. I will kneel behind your friends or strangers and spread their ass cheeks. I will lick their...their ass cracks. I...I...I will suck at their holes.” She parted her lips and kissed him. The brushes stopped.
Abul sat up. He smelled strongly of perspiration. She was sure he hadn’t bathed in several days. The bed brought back memories of Jeff and his gentle ways...of the tenderness, the slow lovemaking, the whispered words, the soft kisses. Now, in the bed she and Jeff had shared, she was lying beside the sadistic brute who had taken her husband from her. Her naked body was pressed tightly against his. His arm was around her shoulders, his fingers toying with her nipples. He moved his hand to tilt her head up so that she had to look at him. She hated his ugly face, his repulsive stench, his arrogant assurance that her body belonged to him. She hated the now familiar ache in her nipples as he twisted them. She hated being forced to say the words he wanted to hear. “What if I had not killed your husband, Mrs. Ryan? What if I had simply overpowered him and tied him to a chair at the foot of the bed? I could have easily overpowered him, ri
ght?”
Kathy thought to herself if Jeff were alive, this pathetic coward would be running down the street beaten, and bloodied, and crying for his life. Abul noticed her hesitancy and squeezed her chin. “I’m sorry,” Kathy said, “I was thinking. Yes, Abul, you could have easily overpowered my husband.” She saw that the remote was still in his left hand.
“Suppose he were here now. Imagine him bound to a chair at the foot of the bed, compelled to watch us. Would you scream and kick and struggle to get away? Would you try to free him? What would you do, Mrs. Ryan?”
“I would do this,” she said. She half turned so that her breasts rubbed against his chest. She inched up and, parting her lips, pressed them softly against his.
When they separated he asked, “And what would you tell your miserable husband?”
“I would say, ‘I belong to Abul. He has taken me from you. I am now his woman’.” She slid her leg over his and pressed her wet pussy against his thigh. “I would say to my husband, ‘Look at me...Jeff. I am naked in our bed with...with Abul. I part my lips and tongue kiss him. I am proud to be Abul’s woman’.”
“And what would you do to prove to him that you belong to me?”
“Something I have never done for him. I... would suck you...make love to your cock.” She slid down to kiss Abul’s nipples, then worked her way to his crotch, kissing and licking his body. His thick ugly cock rose up out of the curly thatch of black hair like a dark purple club.
He pulled it back against his stomach. “Imagine your husband is watching,” he said. “Make love to my balls. Make him see and hear your kisses.”
She cupped his huge testicles in both of her hands and, looking up at him from between his legs said, “Yes, Abul, kisses...soft yet loud enough for my...for my husband to hear.” She lowered her head and began to lick and kiss his huge testicles. The smell was suffocating. He let the brushes in the clitoral cap turn slowly. Kathy ran her wet tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock. She forced herself to keep looking up at him. Pulling back the bunched skin, she took as much of the tumescent head into her mouth as she could. She knelt between his spread legs and, putting both hands around his swollen prick, masturbated him as she sucked. He made the brushes turn a bit faster. Kathy moaned and tried to take more of his rigid cock into her mouth and throat.
Suddenly, without warning, he began to shoot great spurts of cum while he held her head firmly over his cock. She swallowed desperately, almost choking on the flood of jism he continued to pump into her mouth. It was warm and thick and tasted sour. Her stomach contracted and she began to retch. She struggled to be free of his cock but her held her fast.
“Goddamn you!” he yelled. “Take it all. Suck out every drop!” The brushes stopped. Kathy willed herself not to vomit. Still swallowing and breathing through her nose, she held his cock in her mouth until it subsided. He leaned forward and grabbed her hair forcing her head back, “Now, bitch, milk it and lick up the drops that come out of my piss hole.” Kathy again put both hands around his cock and squeezed. A long strand of jism bubbled up and out. She bent down and licked until there was no more. Once more she felt a spasm in her stomach and the bile rise up. She swallowed and brushed away the tears that had run down her cheeks. Abul grunted, “You just lost your chance to cum. Fix your face and get back here quick.”
Shaking, Kathy returned to the kneeling bench and applied fresh lipstick. Holding onto the bed for support, she climbed back into the bed to lie beside him. “I...I’m sorry Abul. It’s just that...that there was so much.” She felt nauseous and fought against it. “I promise I’ll do better.”
“I want the taste of my cum to make you hot. If you become my wife I want you to learn to beg for it, do you understand?” His face was flushed with anger.
Despising herself, she pressed tight against his body and put her arms around him. “I love your great prick, Abul. In a short time, I know I’ll beg. I know the taste of...of your cum will arouse me.” She paused to look up at his face and saw that he was falling asleep. She rubbed her leg over his and pushed her breasts against him, “Please, Abul,” she whispered, “I...I...need the brushes...I’m so...”
“If I wake up before morning I’ll want to fuck your ass,” he said, and rolled away from her. In a few minutes he was snoring. She looked for the remote, but it was gone. She lay beside him remembering the past, remembering Jeff here next to her. She cried quietly for a long time. The sound of Abul’s snoring filled the room. The stench of his unwashed body filled her nostrils, and the sour taste of his cum was still in her mouth. The stimulating salve had begun to lose its potency. She lifted her leg free of his and moved to the edge of the bed so that she wasn’t touching him. The thought of making him hard again then begging him to fuck her ass brought new tears to her eyes.
Hours later she felt him roll over. He looked at her through half closed lids, “Get the fuck out of here. Go back to the cellar,” he grumbled.
Quickly she slid off the bed, picked up her dress and shoes, then hurried from the room.
Chapter Eleven – Wedding Plans
Kathy awoke from a dream of Jeff. They had just come home from a party with friends. He’d hung their coats in the closet and come up behind her in the kitchen where she’d been preparing their coffee for the morning. She felt his strong arms encircle her waist and was turning to lift her head to kiss him when Miko grabbed her shoulder and shook her awake.
“It is ten o’clock. Much to do, so get up,” Miko said. Mi Jong stood beside the older woman. Both of them glared down at Kathy. Miko pointed toward the bathroom. Kathy forced yesterday’s encounters with Abul from her mind while she showered. Instead she tried to relive the dream. After she dried, she wrapped a towel around her and opened the door to the small bedroom. She glanced at the bed and instinctively brought her hands to her mouth to stifle a cry of despair. Spread out on the top sheet was the wedding dress she’d worn three years ago when she and Jeff were married.
“Mr. Satomi say Abul should marry you. Say you must obey Abul, must agree to what Abul wants or you be sent to Doctor Gruber and his nephew.”
Kathy, still staring at her wedding gown, moved slowly toward the bed. “I can’t marry Abul wearing this.” She sat on the bed and gently ran her fingers over the white satin.
“Should be glad to marry no matter what you wear. Is better than crazy Doctor. Now, put dress on. We got to make some changes. Take in waist, lower neckline, do other things.
Holding back the tears, Kathy slipped into the gown and stood passively while Miko called out the measurements to Mi Jong. “Bust thirty-five, waist twenty-two, hips thirty-five.” They placed pins around the neckline and at the two points where her nipples pressed against the satin. “We take in extra inch at waist maybe two and fix back like corset so it ties up tight. Look good.”
The weeks at the Facility had perfectly shaped and buffed Kathy’s body, which had been beautifully proportioned when she’d arrived. ‘And for what purpose?’ she thought. ‘To be given to Abul. To be offered to his friends. To be sold to strangers. To be humiliated, debased, and abused.’
Mi Jong went to the closet and took out a shear red nylon gown and a pair of red pumps with the five-inch heels. She tossed them on the bed. “Shower, do enema and KY. Make self pretty. Abul will want you sometime this afternoon. Look for light to flash, then go to him.” She pointed to the bulb above the door. Mi Jong had gathered up the wedding dress. The two Asian women left, locking the door behind them.
By late afternoon, Kathy heard people arriving upstairs. She assumed Abul would have invited a number of his friends, but aside from the front door opening and closing there wasn’t any noise. She wasn’t sure if she would rather appear before a group of Abul’s drunken Afghani companions or present herself to him alone. She decided anything would be better than being in a room with just Abul. It occurred to her that after the marriage, most of her nights would be spent with no one but Abul. Loathing coupled with fear brought tears
to her eyes. She forced the thought from her mind.
The hated cap still covered her clitoris, but even though Miko hadn’t returned to apply Gruber’s stimulating salve, she felt her vagina moisten and the old familiar sinking in her stomach. She heard someone unlock the door, then the light blinked on and off. Quickly, she slid her tiny bare feet into the bright red “fuck-me” stilettos. She no longer had difficulty walking in the five-inch heels. In fact she’d been forced to wear them so much, they felt somehow right to her. The simple act of sliding her feet into the shoes aroused her as did the sight of a whip. Other things excited her as well...obscene, degrading images of past humiliations. She pushed them out of her mind.
Kathy took a moment to stand before the mirror where she coated her lips a second time with gloss, and cinched the belt tight around her waist. As she climbed the stairs, she wondered why she had done that...why she had touched up her lips, why she had made an effort, however small, to look her best for the ignorant thugs who awaited her. It was, she told herself, automatic...part of her training at the Facility.
As she walked down the hall toward the living room, she heard the murmur of quiet conversation. She stood in the open doorway, her head bowed, not wanting to meet the eyes of the guests who had been invited to her home to witness and take part in her debasement. After a moment, Kathy lifted her head and was shocked to see Madam Khe, who sat next to Abul in one of the leather chairs. Two men stood by the fireplace. One was a stranger. The other was Doctor Gruber.
Abul wore one of Jeff’s business suits, a white shirt and blue tie. Gruber and the other man were similarly dressed. Madam Khe looked stunning in a floor length black form-fitting satin gown. Abul was the first to speak, “Dr. Gruber has come here, Mrs. Ryan, hoping to take you home with him. His friend is Lord Hummel of London. After seeing your training tapes, Lord Hummel has expressed to Mr. Satomi an interest in you.” Abul motioned for her to join him. She crossed to stand next to his chair, aware that the stranger could see that she was naked under the shear gown. When she was beside Abul, he placed his hand on her ass and stroked it. “Greet our guests,” he said.
Marriage Page 20