The Facility (11 page)

“Later, I gave you other orders which you also refused to carry out. Yes?”

“That’s correct. Please, Master, at the time I didn’t understand. How could I have known then, what I know now? But...but now I would gratefully do anything you demand...anything.”

“That’s the trouble with American women, especially rich American women. They think they must understand everything. For women there is nothing to understand. There is only obedience.”

“I know that now. I realized on the night you took me in my house, that you were my Master. Please believe me, Master. I now want to belong to you. I want to make myself beautiful for you. I know that my purpose is to serve you...to obey you in all things.”

“At the end of the night, you threatened to call the police if I didn’t leave your house.”

Now, she realized that she should have called them. She should have had this cruel bastard taken away in handcuffs, put in jail. She remembered thinking at the time what an obscene filthy pig he was. His dark, ugly features...the way he stared at her...the sour smell of him. His presence in her lovely home defiled it. She should have phoned the police. She glanced at him and saw that his anger was building. “I’m sorry. Truly, I’m sorry. I was spoiled and ignorant.”

The memory of that evening caused him to clench his fists. His face reddened. “You felt superior...you were giving Abul orders...making him seem weak and small. I will never forgive that. I will spend the rest of my life making you pay for it.” Suddenly he slapped her across the face with such force that she fell backward. He half rose out of his chair. Then, regaining his composure, sat down. She lay at his feet, the tears spilling from her eyes. “That’s what you need,” he growled. “We both know that’s what you need, don’t we, Mrs. Ryan?”

“Yes,” she managed to whisper, “that’s what I need. You have taught me to understand what I need.”

He nudged her breast with his bare foot. “Now, goddamn you, I want you to prove what you said about that foolish word ‘love’. I want you to say it. Say it many times and you better goddamn mean it! I want to see you demonstrate this love. Show me in ways you never showed your husband... Convince me, Mrs. Ryan, that this is not a game. Convince me that you mean it. Prove to me that your greatest aspiration is to be worthy of the title, ‘Abul’s American Whore’. If you fail, believe me, I will watch your tits whipped until they run with blood!” He half rose out of his chair. She thought he intended to drag her down to the punishment room.

She forced back a cry of despair. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. She emptied her mind of everything except the thought of survival. She stretched out on the floor and inched toward his feet. “I...I...love you,” she whimpered, “I...love you, love you, Abul, my husband.” He sat down. She continued, “Love you...love you...” She reached out and held his ankles. “Let me show you...please...please...” Like a hungry dog she began to lick his toes slavishly. She whimpered and moaned. She sucked his toes and licked between them, and then with the flat of her tongue, in a desperate frenzy, she licked the crusted bottoms of his calloused feet until they were soaked with her saliva, all the while continuing to whimper and moan. As she groveled at the feet of Abul, she felt a hollowness in her stomach and the downward rush of what seemed like liquid electricity. Her vagina, she knew, was oozing with her secretions.

The overwhelming intensity of this feeling confounded her. Her body’s response to the man who helped to murder Jeff was inconceivable, a betrayal of everything she knew and felt. She abhorred Abul with all of her intellect, her emotions, her spirit, but her body kept deceiving her. She felt her nipples stiffen and, as her tongue darted between his vile smelling toes, she began to grind her cunt against the rug, rotating her hips lasciviously, feeling an orgasm beginning to build.

Later, when she had time to think of this particular encounter, she would be deeply troubled. Abul was, unquestionably, an ignorant, filthy, sadistic monster. She had every reason to hate him and wish him dead. She did hate him and would, if it were possible, have killed him. And yet, when she touched her lips to his dirty toes or to his rancid cockhead, when she felt his fingers cruelly twist her swollen nipples, and when she heard herself call him ‘husband’, the lightning shocks that caused her center to tingle and burn filled her with a desire she had never before experienced. The truth that this perverse lust was not unwelcome terrified her.

“The words, you bitch, the words,” Abul hissed.

Prostrate before him, she covered his toes with quick wet kisses. Then, still tenderly holding his feet, she looked up. “I have learned to love you. I have learned to love what you are. Learned to love what you do and what you make me do.” She got to her knees and pulled her gown from her shoulders. She held her breasts out to him. “See, husband, how my nipples swell.” She reached down and, taking the hem of her gown, lifted it until her pussy was revealed. She thrust her pelvis up toward him and with both hands opened her vaginal lips. Her pink crevice ran freely with secretions. “See, my husband, how the hot juice flows from my...my cunt. My cunt is yours to...to fuck. My cunt is yours to give to anyone you wish...at any time and in any place that pleases you.” She turned away from him and bent over as she pulled her gown up to display her ass. “And this, too, belongs to you. My ass is yours to fuck whenever and as often as you wish. I will gladly take the...the pricks of your friends in my ass, if that will please you.” She turned to face him, and licked her lips. “My mouth, also is yours to use in any way you desire. I will suck...suck the pricks of your friends. I will make love to their pricks with my mouth. I belong to you. Your...your absolute power over me...your strength excites me more...more than any man ever could. I will refuse you nothing. Please, please, Master, take me...take me as your obedient American whore.” The words, growing out of her desperation, came in a rush.

She had spoken so rapidly, she hardly knew what she was saying. She felt herself on the edge of hysteria. Pausing for a moment to regain control, she turned back to kneel between his legs. She bowed her head. “I...I...have learned to love you.”

“What of your husband? What are your feelings now for him?”

She could tell his rage had not subsided nor had her fear. She would say and do whatever it took to keep from returning to the punishment room while he was like this. Placing her small hands on his thighs, she moved closer so that her breasts touched his cock. “I have forgotten my former husband. As you have said, his small white penis did not please me. He was weak. You have made me forget that life and him. Surely you must see now that it is you that it is Abul I need. It is you I respect and revere above all men.” She had tried her best to say what he wanted to hear and to speak as if she meant it. He’d looked at her intently. She suspected he could tell how much she hated him and how, in spite of her position, how superior she felt she was to him. She remembered something Stein once said to her, ‘Good breeding is almost impossible to hide, and you, Mrs. Ryan, are an extraordinarily well bred woman.’

“That is better, but I’m unconvinced. Still not enough warmth, Mrs. Ryan.” Abruptly, he stood, almost knocking her over. He poured himself another drink and crossed the room to stretch out on his bed. She remained on her knees in front of the chair. Sipping his drink, he studied her. “Dress,” he ordered, “then come here and strip for me.” She rose and pulled her gown up. Unsteady in the heels, she went to him.

“It is obvious you have learned almost nothing since the day you arrived, Mrs. Ryan. You have not truly learned your place. You have not learned how to please me...not with your words...not with your body. What you have been doing here is a sham, an act because you fear the whip.” He glared at her. “Look at me, Mrs. Ryan.” She lifted her head. “You will learn, do you understand? You will learn! I’m tired of this ‘dear husband’ game.” He reached over to the table beside the bed and took something from it that appeared to be the tail of a pony. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, did you ever own a dog?”

“Yes,” she said, “when I was a little girl.”

“What was this animal’s name?”

She couldn’t imagine where his questions were leading. “It was a female. We called her Fluffy.”

“Since you did not play a convincing part as the loving wife, perhaps you will do better as a loving dog. What do you think, Mrs. Ryan?”

“I...I ...don’t know what you mean,” she said.

“I mean that unless you give a very good imitation of an obedient bitch dog, I’m going to have you sent to the punishment room right now. I’m out of patience with you. Instead of threatening, I’m going to have the dwarf mark your breasts with his riding crop. Is that clear enough?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “I understand. I’ll gladly do what you wish, but what...”

“Get down on your hands and knees.” She did as he ordered. “Now turn away from me and lift your dress. I want to see you shake your bare ass.” Slowly she pulled her gown up over the painful welts. She moved her ass from side to side. “Now, one of the first things dogs are trained to do is fetch. I’m going to throw this thing I have in my hand across the room. I want you to go after it on your hands and knees just like a dog. When you find it, pick it up with your teeth and bring it back and place it in my lap.” He tossed the ponytail into the far corner. She crawled to it and, lowering her head to pick it up, was startled to see that the tail was attached to a black anal plug. She hesitated, but remembering the searing pain of the whip, she took it between her teeth and crawled back to place it in his lap. “Good doggie,” he derided her. “But the doggie has no leash and is without a tail.” He clipped a sturdy chain to her collar. “Turn around doggie and lift your ass.”

“Please don’t,” she began.

He slid his big hand down the front of her dress and twisted her nipple. She cried out. “Dogs do what they’re told,” he said. She turned and, lowering her head, lifted her ass to him. Roughly, he jammed the anal plug into her small opening. She screamed. “Now, I want to see my bitch dog walk around in a circle showing off her new tail. I want to see it shake.” Obediently, dragging the chain behind her, Kathy crawled in a circle, her face flushed, the pain throbbing in her anal passage. “Wiggle it,” Abul laughed. “Wiggle it!” He made her crawl in a circle for several minutes. “Now, dog, come over here and lick my hand.” Kathy went to him. He placed his calloused hand palm up on his knee. She licked it. “Good, doggie,” he patted her head. “Now climb up here to the foot of the bed and, on your hands and knees, wait for your Master’s next command.” He jiggled the chain.

Kathy climbed onto the bed as he had instructed. He slid out of his robe and, naked, he turned his back to her and kneeled. The foul odor of his body was strong. He still held the chain that ran between his legs to her collar. “Are you a hot little doggie bitch, Mrs. Ryan?”

“Yes,” she said.

“But doggie’s can’t talk. If you’re a bitch in heat, Mrs. Ryan, wag your tail,” he turned his head to grin at her. She shook her ass. “Ah, good,” he said. “Do you know how bitch doggies in heat get the stud to give them what they need, Mrs. Ryan?” She didn’t answer. “I’ll tell you,” he said. “They put their tongue right in the crack of the male dog’s ass and they lick it.” He bent over then tugged at the chain pulling her forward. “Find my asshole with your tongue, Mrs. Ryan, and lick it...lick it good.” He yanked again at the chain, drawing her closer. “Clean my ass, Mrs. Ryan. I think it will take an hour to make it as clean as your own. For the next hour I want to feel my American whore’s tongue and lips sucking at my hole!” He tugged on the chain once more.

She screamed and reached out grabbing the chain. She pulled it from his grasp and quickly backed off the bed. She ran to the door, which was locked. Turning to face him, her face crimson with rage, she unhooked the chain and then ripped the plug from her anus. She threw both across the room. “I don’t care what you do to me!” she shouted. “I will not...I will never do that. Lick the ass of a filthy pig like you? Never! You are not half the man my husband was. You are a coward and a bully. In America, you would not be qualified to collect my garbage or clean my toilet! I despise you, Abul... you dirty son-of-a-bitch, I despise you!”

He flung himself from the bed and, yelling incoherently, rushed toward her. Kathy crouched down against the doorframe. Before Abul reached her, the television screen lit up and Madam Khe’s face appeared. “If you damage Mr. Satomi’s property, it will go hard with you!” she shouted. Abul stopped. He stood in the middle of the room, panting, looking up at the screen. “Think, Abul,” Madam Khe warned, “Mr. Satomi has invested much in the American woman. She was sent here to be trained, not killed.”

“She will pay for this, the arrogant American bitch will pay!” Abul turned away from the screen and returned to sit on the bed. “She will pay, goddamn it, I will make the fucking bitch pay!” he yelled.

“Yes,” Madam Khe replied, “of course, she will pay. Such disobedience cannot be tolerated. But for now, I have already told Miko to come for her. This night’s entertainment is over.”

In a few moments, the door swung open. Miko helped Kathy stand, then led her down the hall.

Chapter Five – Learning

An hour before Kathy awoke, Madam Khe summoned Abul to her quarters. He entered, scowling. “That tape of last night. Must it be sent to Mr. Satomi?”

“You know as well as I, all the tapes of the woman go directly to him,” Madam Khe answered.

Abul sat in the chair facing her desk. “He will know, then, how that bitch defied me. He will see how she humiliated me. That will not look good.” The anger flashed in his eyes.