Marriage

by Charles Arnold

  They all waited until Abul was able to speak. He shook his fist at Kathy, “There will be no marriage! You will be given to Doctor Gruber who will give you to his nephew. Fredrick will then entertain himself by mating you with his dog.” Kathy’s face had turned ashen. Abul continued, “You will live in a cage with the dog. You will lap up your food from the same bowl.” Kathy glanced at Doctor Gruber who smiled and confirmed what she was hearing with a nod. Abul went on, “For the length of your contract you will be fucked by no one but the dog.” He paused. Kathy began to tremble. Abul glared at her, “After the year is up, should you survive, you will be of little use to anyone.” He turned to the Chinese woman, “Madam Khe is authorized to speak for Mr. Satomi.”

  Madam Khe crossed to stand before Kathy, who had gone numb. “Your behavior here tonight is unforgivable. You have learned nothing. It shall be as Abul has said.”

  “No!” Kathy shouted, “Please, please give me another chance. I beg you!” She held her hands out toward Abul, “I beg you, Abul!” She threw herself forward. Although her hands and ankles were bound, she struggled toward him. She clasped his bare foot between her cuffed hands and slavishly began to lick it. She sucked his toes, moaning and pleading all the while. Still sitting, he viciously, kicked her over on her back, and pressed one foot against her bleeding nipple. She screamed in pain. The other foot, he held just above her face. She groaned and lifted her head to lick the dark underside of his toes. “I will do it,” she gasped. “I will do what you say.” Abul and the others had noticed her juices had begun to seep from her slit again and her nipples had hardened. Kathy lay on the floor staring up at the hated Abul, “I want to suck you, to suck your great cock. I want to lick your ass crack, Abul. I’m begging to lick your ass crack...begging to press my open mouth to the hole of the man who murdered my husband...begging Abul, please,” she whimpered.

  “And the dog?” Abul dug his toenails into her tortured breast.

  She cried out but made no attempt to move away. Regaining her breath she rasped, “Yes, if that will please you. Yes, Abul, let me give myself to...to...the dog.”

  “You are saying you want to have the dog mount you here in this house?”

  “Yes,” Kathy said quickly before she allowed herself to think about what she was saying, “yes, Abul. For the amusement of your friends I...I...I want the dog to fuck me.”

  Abul rolled her over on to her stomach. She held one foot between her hands and sucked his filthy toes like a woman possessed, her tears mixing with the spittle. Abul looked at Madam Khe, “What do you say. Should we give the bitch a chance to show us exactly what kind of bitch she is?” Madam Khe smiled and nodded. It was obvious to Gruber that the two of them had planned this entire episode.

  Before answering Abul, Madam Khe returned to her chair and sipped her wine. “We have come this far,” she said. “The wedding arrangements were complicated and expensive, but everything is in place. I think we should be generous and grant Mrs. Ryan an opportunity to redeem herself. I’m sure Abul will make her pay for her outburst here.”

  Kathy lifted her head to look across at Madam Khe, “Thank you, dear Madam, thank you,” she whispered.

  Madam Khe acknowledged her response with a wave of her hand, “I warn you, Mrs. Ryan, should you go back on your word, rest assured you will be given to the Doctor. There is to be no third chance.”

  Kathy nodded. The stimulating ointments had aroused her once more. She looked up at Abul, “I promise to do whatever my new husband requires of me. You are right, Madam Khe. I need what he gives me.

  Abul looked down into her tear-stained face. She still clung to his feet with both hands. The silver pin through her nipple glinted. A small trickle of blood was beginning to dry on her breast. “Look at her, my friends!” Abul shouted. “Look at the proud and arrogant Mrs. Ryan. There she is,” he pointed down at her, “naked and weeping...groveling at the feet of Abul.” He put both feet on her shoulders and pushed her away.

  Abul gestured to Miko and Mi Jong, “Take her out of here. It looks like there’s to be a wedding tomorrow.” He glanced at Madam Khe who nodded. “Miko,” Abul said, “fix her up. Fix her up good. I want her looking her best.”

  The two women lifted Kathy and, supporting her between them, took her back to the room in the basement. After she had bathed, they rubbed her welts with the healing salve. Before she fell asleep, Kathy promised herself she would not do what she’d agreed to. There was a month between the wedding and the party Abul was planning. Somehow she’d find a way to escape or kill the monster before then.

  Chapter Twelve – The Wedding

  The next morning as soon as she awakened, Kathy felt her breast. The horrible pin was still there. She looked down at it, and the tears came quickly and freely. She rolled over sobbing into her pillow. “I hate him. I hate him in a way I could never have imagined. Hate him! Hate him!” she cried aloud. After several minutes, she sat on the edge of the bed. Once more, she stared down at the pin. ‘Soon,’ she thought, ‘this pin will be replaced by a black ring; Abul’s wedding ring. The inscription will say, ‘I belong to Abul.’ To consider herself Abul’s whore was ten thousand times easier than to think of herself as his wife. The bond uniting her to Abul would soon be a legal and sacred one.

  Suddenly, the door opened. Miko and Mi Jong hurried in, each carrying a large box. “Abul say you must look best on wedding day,” Miko permitted herself a thin smile. “Take bath. Scrub clean.” She pointed to the bathroom where Mi Jong was drawing a tub of steaming hot water.

  After Kathy’s bath, the two women toweled her dry. The beautiful wedding dress she’d worn for her marriage to Jeff lay on the bed. Miko had taken in the waist and made other changes that weren’t immediately observable. Kathy noticed that the plastic sheet covered her bed. She lay down knowing the two women would treat her fading welts with healing ointments, then rub her body with perfumed oil. Finally, they would insert Gruber’s stimulating salve into her vagina and anus. “What time is the ceremony?” Kathy asked.

  “In two hours,” Miko said. “Drive there will take half hour.”

  Kathy’s heart sank, “You mean the wedding isn’t going to be held upstairs?’

  “In church,” Miko said, “Catholic Church. Mr. Satomi give much money. Priest need money. He do whatever Madam Khe and Abul say.”

  “Oh, my God, Miko!” Kathy began. “I didn’t agree...I didn’t say...”

  Miko looked at her sternly, “You want out of wedding? You want to go with crazy doctor?”

  Kathy bowed her head, “I’m sorry, Miko. It’s just that I hadn’t realized.”

  “Try dress,” the Asian woman ordered. Kathy didn’t even look for stockings, panties, or a bra. She knew she’d have to be naked under the wedding dress. She noticed that the gown had been slit up both sides almost to the tight waist. However, the panels overlapped so that her bare legs didn’t show, although they were accessible as were her ass and pussy. As Mi Jong tugged the bodice up, Kathy was horrified to see that two holes had been cut into it so as to expose her nipples. Bright red embroidery circled each hole.

  Kathy turned, panic stricken, to Miko, “I...I...can’t go into church like this...it’s obscene...they won’t permit it!”

  “For enough money, anything is permitted even in church,” Miko said dryly. “How is Abul supposed to give you wedding ring if nipple is under gown?”

  “Oh, my God, Miko...,” Kathy began.

  Before she could continue, Mi Jong held up a long white satin shawl. “This cover you till Abul puts ring in nipple. Only Abul and priest see.”

  Kathy said nothing. She watched while they adjusted the dress. The waist was cinched at the back like a corset. Miko pulled it painfully tight so that Kathy’s small waist exaggerated the swell of her hips and breasts. Her nipples stiffened immediately as they pulled them through the openings. She flinched when the silver pin caught on the fabric. When the silver pin was exposed, Miko slid it back and forth. “Good,” she said.
“As soon as Abul ready to put black wedding ring in, you take pin out. Understand?”

  “Yes, Miko, I understand.” They sat her down at the make-up table and carefully applied the cosmetics: blue eye shadow, mascara, bright red lipstick with a heavy coating of gloss. They painted her fingernails and toenails the same shade of red. Finally, Mi Jong brushed Kathy’s jet-black hair vigorously. Kathy slipped her tiny feet into a new pair of white pumps, which had the requisite four-inch heels.

  Gruber’s salve had begun to work. She felt her pussy moisten. Her bare nipples swelled and turned a slightly darker shade of pink. Miko glanced at her wristwatch, “We go now,” she said.

  Mi Jong dropped the shawl over Kathy’s shoulders and arranged it to cover her breasts. “You should be happy,” she said, looking across at Miko. “This is your wedding day.” Both women chuckled.

  The three women were joined by madam Khe and were driven to the church in a black limousine. A light snow had begun to fall. They joined several similar black limousines. During the half hour drive, neither the Korean woman nor Madam Khe spoke. The line of limousines looked, to Kathy, more like a funeral procession than a wedding party. By the time they arrived, the other limousines were parked in front of the small rural church.

  While Kathy, Miko, and Mi Jong stood in the tiny cold vestibule, Madam Khe entered and took a seat. The organist began to play the wedding march. Kathy wanted to fling open the door and run until she dropped. Instead she started down the aisle. Abul stood at the altar. He turned to watch her. He was dressed in a flowing black caftan and was wearing a black turban. With his bulging eyes, hooked nose, and thin lips he looked like a huge bird of prey, a primeval ancestor of the vulture. She was quick to notice he was wearing open sandals and his ugly feet were bare. In her vagina and rectal passages Gruber’s powerful stimulants tingled and burned. She found herself wishing Abul would let the brushes spin. She was wet. Her nipples poked against the satin shawl.

  All of the pews were empty except the first two rows. She recalled her marriage to Jeff. The church was three times this big and every pew was filled. Her marriage to Jeff...she felt the tears well up. Most of the guests here were men. Many of them she vaguely recognized from the Facility. There was Narimov and his companion the retarded black dwarf, Swart. Next to them sat Mr. Zembouri the grossly fat associate of Mr. Satomi. She recognized Abul’s three army friends; Zubair, Amel, and Davodi. Of course Gruber had come. She looked away when she met the eyes of his nephew, Frederick. She looked for Mr. Satomi, but he wasn’t there. She saw several of the men and women who had abused her at Gruber’s “entertainment”. Far off to the side sat Madam Khe, alone.

  Kathy took her place next to Abul. The old balding priest looked down at her frowning. He cleared the phlegm from his throat and, without introduction, began. “Do you, Katherine Ryan, take this man, Abul,” he paused to look intently at the paper he held. His lips moved trying to pronounce Abul’s last name. “Take this man, Abul Volodyavic, as thy lawful wedded husband and promise to love honor and obey him till death do you part?”

  It was the first time Kathy had heard Abul’s full name. She would no longer be Kathy Ryan. Her name was now Kathy Volodyavic. The priest was staring at her, waiting for a response. She felt Abul’s hand slide through the slit in her gown. He grabbed her ass cheek and squeezed. Several of the men laughed out loud. She felt herself turn scarlet. Abul dug his fingernails into her skin. “Yes,” she gasped, “yes, I do.”

  She heard the priest recite the vow again and Abul’s grunted response. The old cleric coughed, “Is there a ring?” he asked. Abul nodded and held before Kathy’s eyes a thick black band. She shuddered and looked away.

  Miko pulled the shawl aside exposing Kathy’s nipple. “Take out pin,” she whispered fiercely. Kathy looked down at her distended nipple and, with trembling hands, removed the pin and watched as the flesh contracted slightly. Fearfully, she looked up at Abul. He held between his fingers a thick black metal ring, hinged so that it could open. Frowning, he handed it to her and nodded. Her fingers shook as she pushed the open end through the hole at the base of her nipple.

  “Close it,” Abul ordered. When she squeezed the two ends together, the hinges made a loud clicking sound as they locked. Abul leaned over her and whispered loud enough for all to hear, “It will never come off.” He tilted her head up and glared at her, “Never,” he said. Kathy swallowed hard and fought to hold back the tears. She looked down at the floor.

  Miko pressed Jeff’s wedding ring into Kathy’s hand and gestured toward Abul who grinned at her as he held out his finger. Trembling, she slid Jeff’s wedding band onto it. Someone in the first row of pews shouted, “The kiss! The kiss!”

  Kathy lifted her head appalled at the thought of kissing this murderer in the house of God. Abul stepped back and, lifting his caftan slightly, pointed to his feet. “Respect,” he said.

  Kathy uttered a little cry of despair. Miko moved to one side of her while Mi Jong stood at the other. They grabbed her arms and forced her into a kneeling position. ‘How many times,’ she thought, ‘have I debased myself at the vile feet of this monster. And now here in this Holy place, I’m about to perform the obscene act once more.’ She bent her head to the familiar crooked toes and pressed her lips to them, first the right foot then the left. As Miko and Mi Jong brought her to a standing position, she heard the men laughing. “Abul has his rich American bitch trained well!” someone shouted. Kathy’s face was scarlet. Quickly she pulled the shawl over her bare nipples.

  The old priest coughed, “I pronounce you husband and wife,” he said. Kathy felt a shudder pass through her body. It seemed as if a cold hand lay heavy on her heart. She was now the lawfully wedded wife of the man who murdered her husband. She had defiled her husband’s name and had willingly given herself to a devil that took pleasure only in humiliating and abusing her. ‘I must be mad,’ she thought. ‘Death itself would have been better than this.’

  The organist began to play. Joyful music filled the small church. Abul turned Kathy to face the guests. She heard a slight snap at the back of the shawl. Mi Jong had clipped a short silver chain to it and stood holding one end of the chain in her hand. Abul clutched Kathy’s arm, pulling her forward. Mi Jong remained standing at the altar. Kathy felt the shawl moving up. She attempted to hold it. “Keep your hands at your sides,” Abul hissed. “Shoulders back, head high. Display my ring with pride!” His grip tightened painfully on her arm. In a moment, the shawl had slid over Kathy’s bare nipples and lay in the aisle behind her. The movement of the shawl and Gruber’s ointments had caused her nipples to darken and stiffen. She glanced down at the thick black ring. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks. Abul dug his fingernails into her arm. She squared her shoulders and lifted her head, trying not to hear the laughter and obscenities.

  Chapter Thirteen – A Plan

  Outside, the snow was coming down in wind driven sheets. Abul quickly joined several other men in the lead limousine. Madam Khe, the two Korean women, and Kathy took the second car. Kathy was surprised to see one of Madam Khe’s personal serving girls at the wheel.

  With Miko and Mi Jong on either side of her, Kathy sat facing Madam Khe. The Chinese woman studied Kathy intently. Seeming to make up her mind about something, Madam Khe leaned forward. “Mrs. Volodyavic, that is your name now, do you like it? Are you happy to be the wife of Abul?”

  Kathy had never felt it necessary to lie to Madam Khe. “I hate the name. I hate the murderer who is now my husband. I think you know these things, Madam.”

  “Would you kill Abul if you had the opportunity?”

  Without hesitating, Kathy said, “Gladly. I’d gladly kill him.”

  Madam Khe sat back and smiled slightly, “Perhaps, Mrs. Volodyavic, with the help of Miko and Mi Jong, you will be able to bring about his death.”

  Kathy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I don’t understand. Why? How?”

  “Abul has become too ambitious,” Madam Khe spoke evenly.
“He wishes to displace me and is formulating a plan to do so. I want him dead almost as much as you do. Miko and MI Jong are loyal to me. Although they have no respect for you, they have less for Abul.” The two women nodded but said nothing.

  Kathy found it hard to imagine she might be free of her sadistic tormentor. “Oh God, Madam Khe, tell me what to do. Tell me how to destroy him.”

  “What is the one thing Mr. Satomi has not permitted since the day you signed his contract?”

  Kathy thought for a moment. “He hasn’t allowed anyone to…to….”

  “To engage in normal intercourse with you,” Madam Khe said. “Except for that idiot Uzetta, no one has fucked your cunt.” Kathy nodded. Madam Khe continued, “Mr. Satomi’s rule about that is firm. That’s why he had Uzetta killed.”

  Kathy saw here this was going. “You mean if Abul…..”

  Madam Khe cut her off, “If you can persuade Abul to fuck you tonight, we will see that Mr. Satomi knows. Abul is much closer to Mr. Satomi than Uzetta was. If Abul deliberately violates the cardinal rule, he affronts Mrs. Satomi’s honor.” She paused and smiled slightly. “No one does that and lives.”

  “But Abul knows the video recorders in all the rooms are programmed to tape when I’m there. Abul won’t dare to….”

  “To fuck his bride,” Madam Khe interrupted. “No, but if you can do whatever it takes to seduce him he’s vulnerable. Appeal to his manhood. Keep reminding him that he is now in fact your husband. You must get him to fuck you.”

  Kathy frowned, “Even if I succeed, he will turn the recorders off. How can we prove he violated Mr. Satomi’s orders.”