Marriage

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Authors: Charles Arnold

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Chapter One – Abul’s Woman

Chapter Two - Homecoming

Chapter Three – Uzetta

Chapter Four – Retribution

Chapter Five – Doctor Gruber and Frederick

Chapter Six – Choices

Chapter Seven – Miss Kim

Chapter Eight – Maid

Chapter Nine – Interview

Chapter Ten – Proposal

Chapter Eleven – Wedding Plans

Chapter Twelve – The Wedding

Chapter Thirteen – A Plan

Chapter Fourteen – Wedding Night

The Penitent III: Marriage

by Charles Arnold

ISBN:
978-1-938897-38-2

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Chapter One
– Abul’s Woman

After the trial, Mr. Satomi believed Abul succeeded in crushing Kathy’s spirit. He was confident that the training had transformed her into a complete submissive. He had determined that Kathy’s performance proved conclusively that she’d become Abul’s obedient whore. Although Mr. Satomi almost never made a mistake, his assessment in this instance was absolutely wrong. If anything, Kathy’s abuse at Abul’s hands had strengthened her spirit. Her training had intensified her hatred of Abul. It boiled inside her as a constant but controlled rage. She swore that if the opportunity ever arose in the future, she would kill him. The thought that he would now be in charge of training her virginal sister-in-law filled her with fear and guilt. However, the alternative would have resulted in Mary Margaret’s death. Of that, she was certain.

The day after her trial, before what she thought would be her flight to Japan, Kathy was summoned to Madam Khe for a final meeting. As they had been doing for the past six weeks, Miko and Mi Jong bathed and dressed Kathy for her journey. She was given the ritual enema, a hot bath, and a thorough massage, which served to relax and heal her bruised body. They rubbed her with the familiar perfumed oil. Miko supervised the meticulous make-up. Mi Jong styled Kathy’s short black hair and painted her nails. After removing the brushes, they secured the hated clitoral cap. “Only your Master has the remote that will release it,” Miko reminded her. She held up the small circular brushes, “No more brushes, ever.”

Kathy’s wardrobe had been chosen by Madam Khe: a white pleated silk skirt, a dark blue shear blouse, matching blue four inch heels, and the string of pearls she’d worn during the trial. Of course, she was bare under her skirt and blouse. Nervously, she entered Madam Khe’s office. The Chinese woman was seated behind her ebony desk, conservatively dressed in a grey business suit.

On the night before, Kathy, after the emotional and physical abuse of the trial, had not been able to sleep without the strong sedative Miko mixed with her tea. She then slept soundly for ten hours, awakening reluctantly to the realization that she’d been responsible for Mary Margaret’s imprisonment here at the faculty. Imagining what the future held for Mary Margaret, she began to cry.

“No time for that,” Miko said sternly. “Must prepare for trip. Must see Madam Khe first. Nothing you can do for sister-in-law.” Miko had pulled Kathy up into a sitting position, “Nothing,” she repeated.

Those were the first words Madam Khe spoke to her after directing Kathy to sit in the chair facing the huge desk. “There is nothing you can do to help Mary Margaret. However, you should be fully aware that from now on anything but complete and immediate obedience from you will be reported here and make the girl’s training much more painful than it otherwise might be.”

“Yes, I know,” Kathy said. “I feel so guilty. If it weren’t for me poor Mary Margaret would not...”

Madam Khe held up her hand, “It was beyond your control. Everything that has occurred has been carefully orchestrated. With or without you, your sister-in-law would be exactly where she is.”

“I...I...don’t understand. After six weeks of horrible training, Mary Margaret will become the wife of Abul. He will own her. If I hadn’t signed that contract, she would still be in London at the University.”

“Before last night, when did you last see your sister-in-law?” Madam Khe leaned back with a bemused smile.

“Two years ago. She was seventeen. Jeff and I took her to the airport for her flight to London.”

“I will tell you a few things that you don’t know,” Madam Khe began. “After three months, Mary Margaret dropped out of the University.” Kathy started to object, but Madam Khe held up her hand again. “It is true, Mrs. Ryan. Soon after arriving in London, your sister-in-law met and came under the influence of a Jesuit priest, Father Alonzo. As you know, she was always a very shy child and drawn to religion. It’s a tiresome story, and your plane is ready so I must be brief. At the good priest’s urging, your sister-in-law left the University and, unknown to her parents or anyone else, she began her religious training. She entered the Saint Agnes Convent as a novitiate. She wished to become a cloistered nun. Does that seem impossible to you?

Kathy thought for a moment and shook her head. She remembered how Mary Margaret preferred solitude to company. How she had read and reread the Bible even before she entered high school. Although she always earned excellent grades, she never participated in school activities... She was exceptionally beautiful, but had never dated or shown any interest in boys. Every Sunday morning she attended the Lutheran Church service and went to prayer meeting on Wednesday evenings. That Mary Margaret would choose the Holy Orders and a cloistered life was not surprising. “No, Madam Khe, I am not surprised. I should have expected as much.” She paused, frowning and biting her lip, “My God, having to watch the trial must have been so terribly painful for her!”

“It was. She’s sedated now and will be for the next several days.” Madam Khe folded her hands on the desktop and leaned forward. “This next bit of news may shock you. Mr. Satomi has had both you and your sister-in-law carefully observed and recorded for quite a long time. It will surprise you to learn his chief interest has not been you, but rather your late husband’s sister.” She waited for Kathy to react.

“Recorded? You mean video cameras, tapes? Why? Why us? Why her?”

“Mr. Satomi wants to have her under his control, for reasons I am not at liberty to reveal, a young, healthy virgin, preferably a devout American virgin. Mary Margaret is exactly what he wants. Mr. Satomi is not only extremely wealthy and powerful, he is a patient man. You were a way for him to get to her, but eventually you will also serve a greater purpose.”

“But isn’t she to be given to Abul? Surely all of this was not done just to provide that ugly monster with a virgin bride?”

“Perhaps I have said more than I should have. That Mary-Margaret will be trained here, is a fact. A group of highly skilled trainers are due today. Later, Abul may or may not be part of that group. Rest assured they will be as relentless as he. Because of her religious commitment and delicate nature, she is certain to suffer more than you did. Much more.”

“But the priest, Father Alonso, won’t he begin a search for her... won’t he alert the authorities?”

“By now, you should realize that Mr. Satomi would have arranged there to be no investigation of any sort. Father Alonso is in his mid-fifties. He is considered almost a saint. His faith is as strong as his dedication. In a very short time, he and your sister-in-law developed a deep friendship. Beyond that, their relationship was strictly spiritual.”

“Is he dead?” Kathy asked.

“No, not yet. Mr. Satomi still has a use for him.” Madam Khe glanced at her watch. “Remember what I said earlier. Your failure to please Abul will bring immediate and harsh punishment to Mary Margaret.”

“I will remember,” Kathy said.

“Good. Now, to the real reason I sent for you.”

Of all that Kathy had experienced at the Facility, Madam Khe’s next words were the most disheartening and terrifying. “Mr. Satomi has decided,” Madam Khe began, “to delay your service to him for two weeks and two days.” She looked intently at Kathy. “As a reward to Abul, Mr. Satomi has given you to him for that period, two weeks and two days.”

“Oh, God, no!” Kathy began to rise. Madam Khe motioned for her to sit. Still standing, Kathy continued to protest, “I...I’ve done everything I had to do in order to escape Abul. It isn’t fair! I can’t...I simply can’t! I can’t even bear to look at that monster again, not ever!”

“You can and will,” Madam Khe said sharply. “If you so much as hesitate or show in any manner your true feeling, I assure you that things will be much more difficult for your sister-in-law. Much more difficult.” She paused and leaning forward, “The girl’s very life is in your hands. You realize, I’m sure, that this is no idle threat.” Kathy sat down and, covering her face with her hands, sobbed quietly for a long time. When she had regained control, Madam Khe began again, “At Abul’s request, you and he will fly in one of Mr. Satomi’s private jets back to the United States, back to your home in Pittsburgh.” Kathy uttered a cry of despair. Madam Khe nodded. “Yes, Pittsburgh. Abul wants you to pose as his new wife there in the place where you lived with your young American husband. Of course, your real relationship with Abul will be just as it was here. You will be his possession...his personal and quite submissive whore.” Tears ran down Kathy’s cheeks. Madam Khe paused for a moment before continuing, “When Abul was in Pittsburgh arranging for your husband’s death, he required the services of several people who are in the employ of Mr. Satomi. Abul now wants to show them the extent to which he has mastered the beautiful widow of the man they murdered.” A violent shudder went through Kathy’s body. Again, Madam Khe waited a few moments before continuing, “You will introduce Abul to your friends as your husband. While you are in Pittsburgh, both you and Abul will live in your house there. I remind you for the final time that you must obey him in all things.” Kathy lowered her head and nodded. With a wave of her hand, the Chinese woman dismissed her.

Two hours later the well-appointed jet arose from the Facility airstrip and headed east at 35,000 feet. Kathy had expected Miko and Mi Jong to accompany her, but she and Abul were the only passengers. In the past six weeks, Kathy had not seen Abul in anything but a caftan or robe. Now, dressed in a black business suit, a brown shirt and dark tie, he looked like a Mafia thug. When they were seated, he grinned at her showing the broken stubs of his yellow teeth. She turned away. His hand tightened painfully on her wrist. “Listen to me, bitch. You must never do that,” he hissed. “When I speak to you, you will look at me with respect. At all other times, you will keep your eyes lowered. You will address me as ‘husband’ and use affectionate terms whenever it is possible to do so. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Abul demanded.

“Yes master...I mean, yes husband...I understand.” Once again she was struck by the unimaginable fact that she was calling this murderer of her beloved Jeff, ‘husband’. How could that be? Abul, the most despised of all men. The filthy, ignorant, cowardly, Afghani or whatever he was, who six months ago would not dare to speak to her on the street. He was waiting for her to say more. “I will obey you in all things,” she said.

“Now, show me your cunt.” Despising him, Kathy lifted her skirt in the front and back until it was gathered at her waist. She turned toward him and parted her legs. As often as she had been forced to do this, the color rose to her cheeks. Abul nodded, “That’s better,” he said. “Do you like exposing yourself to me in this way? Do you want to show Abul your cunt?”

“Yes. I do.” She saw that he wanted a more complete answer. “I mean, yes, Abul, I like exposing myself to you. I want to show you my...cunt if doing so pleases you.”

Abul leaned forward, “I see you are wearing the cap.” From his inside coat pocket he took the familiar remote and waved it at her. “Perhaps if I am satisfied with you I will let you finger yourself in some public place once or twice during the next two weeks.”

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