The Facility (12 page)

“You are right, Abul. It will not look good. However, suppose I had not stopped you from severely hurting and perhaps even killing her? How would that have looked?”

Clenching his fists, Abul nodded. “Yes, Mr. Satomi would not have forgiven that.”

“Maybe it was partly my fault. Maybe we should have drugged her. But we must break her will. We must get her to obey without drugs, hypnotism, or threats. Until she wants to obey, no matter how disgusting the act, we have failed.” Madam Khe leaned forward, “She is highly sexed. The salve treatments keep her in a constant state of arousal. The cap over her vagina prevents her from satisfying herself. The only way she gets relief is if we allow it by activating the brushes inside the cap.”

“Letting her cum while she was being whipped, that was a good idea,” Abul said.

“Yes, she will begin to associate the pain with her pleasure. When her need becomes strong enough, she will want the whip. Now, we must apply the same strategy to other things, such as wanting to please you.”

“She is arrogant. She still thinks she’s better than me,” Abul said.

Madam Khe leaned back and, closing her eyes, said nothing for several moments. Then, looking at Abul, “I have instructed Miko to take the first steps in a plan I have devised. I’ll explain your part in a minute. If it works, she will soon be less reluctant to obey you. Do you remember what we agreed our goal should be?”

“We said that when she licked my ass crack, it would prove she belonged to us.”

“That is still the objective, but in all honesty, I fear she will never do it. Just thinking about it sickens me.”

“She will, by God, she will!” Abul’s voice rose, and his face reddened.

“With the drugs, it would be a relatively simple matter. Without them, Abul, I’m not at all sure. It might be best to modify the objective somewhat.”

“How?”

“By presenting her with a relatively clean ass to lick.”

“I’m not in agreement with that. She must clean my crack!”

“Well, yes, of course. We need to cause her to do the thing she most abhors. The plan that will help her to accept it goes into effect this morning.”

“What about punishment for her defiance last night?”

“Certainly. I’ll leave it up to you to think of something. But remember, she cannot be permanently damaged. I know how you feel, but it is very much in your self-interest to exercise some restraint. Remember everything is taped and the tapes are sent to Mr. Satomi.”

“Yes, I understand.” Abul nodded. “In a few weeks, Narimov will return with his servant and his older brother. As you know, at that time a young man with some human rights agenda will also be visiting us. His father is Algerian and his mother is an English woman, but he himself is now an American citizen. He believes we bring women here and hold them against their will.”

“Yes, I have discussed that with Mr. Satomi. It was his idea to have the crusading American pay us a visit. Later, I will explain to you how we are going to deal with it.”

“That is all then?”

“For now, Abul, that is all. Remember, let the physical punishment be harsh, but take care not to permanently damage the goods. Make the emotional punishment, the humiliation, as severe as you wish.”

“I will do as you suggest.” Abul rose and left Madam Khe to her thoughts.

***

At that moment, Kathy was awakening from a horrible dream. In it she was once more standing before her uncle, the priest. She wore an old-fashioned wedding dress of white organdy and lace. Next to her stood the dwarf who was dressed in a tuxedo. In his right hand was a coiled whip. Her uncle had asked if she would take him as her lawful wedded husband. She had replied, “I will.”

When she opened her eyes, Miko was glaring down at her. “Last night you refuse to obey your Master. I keep telling you, must never refuse. You don’t listen. Punishment will be bad.”

“But, Miko,” Kathy began, “do you know what he ordered me to do? I could never...”

“Stop!” Miko demanded. “You in danger of very hard punishment. Also, you put your sister-in-law in danger of being brought here.”

Kathy believed that she could take any kind of beating before she would touch that filthy pig’s ass. As for their threats regarding Mary Margaret, she was beginning to suspect that they had no intention of kidnapping her and forcing her to come here. “I can’t do that, Miko. He’s ignorant and ugly. He never bathes. To do what he wants is impossible.”

“We will see,” Miko said. “Now, open legs and lift up. Time for treatment.” Together Miko and Mi Jong spread the stimulating salve over Kathy’s pussy and pushed it into her vaginal and anal openings. Immediately the hot tingling began. Kathy groaned. Miko clamped the cap over Kathy’s clitoral area. “From now on,” Miko said, “as soon as you wake up must do new service.” She handed Kathy a fat white candle. “Light this and take over there.” She pointed to the middle of the floor where something had been placed during the night. It appeared to be a low bench with a circular metal ring about ten inches in diameter attached to one end. The ring extended from the bench and was horizontal to the floor. Directly under it was a ceramic plate. Kathy decided the steel ring looked like a flowerpot holder. On either side of the bench and behind it, leather straps had been bolted to the floor. “Place lighted candle on plate,” Miko directed, “then come to make-up table.”

Kathy did as she’d been told. After the two women had rubbed her body, brushed her hair, and applied light make-up, they led Kathy back to the bench. “Miko, what are you doing? What is this for?” Kathy asked.

“Be quiet. No talk or else we strap on ball gag.” Miko and Mi Jong forced Kathy to lie naked, face down, on the bench. Quickly they secured a blindfold over her eyes. Again Kathy began to protest, but Miko stopped her with a vicious slap. The two women tightened the leather straps around each of Kathy’s ankles, then a wide leather belt went around her waist. They pulled it so tight that she could not move. Next, her wrists were buckled to the straps in the floor. Finally, she was fitted with a collar to which a short rope had been attached. Mi Jong fed one end of the rope through a floor pulley. Kathy could feel the heat of the candle and strained to hold her head up away from the metal ring. She heard the door to her room open and close. There were a few whispered words between Miko and whoever had entered.

“Lift head,” Miko said. Mi Jong gave her more slack from the rope. Miko then placed a glass bowl inside the ring. The rim of the bowl was shaped so that it fit over the ring. The candle flame was about six inches from the bottom of the bowl.

Kathy jerked up, twisting her head and crying out. Quickly Miko pushed her head down while Mi Jong pulled the rope, forcing Kathy’s head still lower. They ignored her screams while together they pushed and pulled the struggling Kathy until her face was pressed against the rim of the bowl. Mi Jong secured the rope and, taking the thick wooden paddle Miko handed her, went behind Kathy and brought it down on Kathy’s ass cheeks with a loud thwack. “Stop making noise,” Miko said, “or we give you something to scream about.”

Trying not to breathe, Kathy choked and sobbed. Miko knelt down beside her and explained, “As you see, in the bowl is a perfect casting of Abul’s cock. We have also made a scent that smells exactly like your Master’s crotch. In time you will desire his cock and his scent almost as much as you desire to cum.” Kathy screamed again and fought against the straps and collar. Miko signaled Mi Jong, who once more brought the paddle down across the welts that were still visible from yesterday’s beating. Kathy stopped screaming and held her breath as long as she could.

The bowl fit tightly around Kathy’s face. The bunched replica of Abul’s cock was three inches from her nose and mouth. The mixture of his scent, heated now from the candle flame, began to steam. It filled Kathy’s nostrils with its foul odor and, although she kept her mouth closed, she could taste the stench of it in her throat. She felt her stomach contract and was about to vomit when Miko activated the brushes inside the vaginal cap. Kathy’s swollen clitoris responded immediately. Mi Jong smiled and nodded across at Miko as they saw her long nipples stiffen. “If you stay quiet and breathe deep, we give you what you want,” Miko said.

While the vile smell of Abul’s crotch and ass made her retch, the spinning brushes against her clitoris sent hot waves of electric pleasure through her body. As she built toward her orgasm, she became less conscious of the odor and more aware of the desperate need which was about to be satisfied. Miko held her on the edge for several minutes, slowing the brushes and stopping them. Then when Kathy began to gag, Miko turned the dial on the remote to start the brushes again. Kathy, her sweat soaking the blindfold and dripping into the reeking bowl, moaned and tried to grind her pubis down on the bench.

Without allowing her to cum, Miko and Mi Jong released the rope that held her head. As soon as Kathy felt the rope go slack, she lifted her head from the bowl and vomited. When she finished, Mi Jong unbuckled the straps and helped Kathy to sit up. Miko removed the blindfold. Kathy’s face was fiery red and streaked with tears. “Now, take bath and prepare for today’s lessons.”

Kathy, still sobbing, looked up at Miko. “Please, let me cum,” she whispered.

“Maybe tomorrow if you accept, then we might let you cum.”

“No more of this, Miko. No more. His ugly cock, the putrid stench of the man!”

“Much more,” Miko said sternly. “Each morning start same way. Soon you not mind. Maybe even like.”

During the next several days, they applied a stronger stimulating salve four times every twenty-four hours instead of three. Kathy was in constant heat. Her vagina continually flowed with secretions. Her swollen clitoris was so sensitive they had to be very careful when they touched it with the ointment. Even though the bursts of the whirring brush became shorter and less frequent, they sent Kathy into a frenzy of desire. Miko kept promising that when she satisfied them that she had accepted this ritual and would no longer resist or show signs of disgust, she would be allowed to cum.

On the fifth morning without being told, Kathy rose, lit the candle, and placed it beneath the ring that would soon hold the bowl. As if in a trance, she crossed the room and lay down on the bench. By the seventh day Miko still had not given her an orgasm. They hadn’t blindfolded her for the past two days, but she kept her eyes closed while her face was in the bowl. Before placing the glass container into the ring, Miko held the duplicate of Abul’s cock out to Kathy who was sitting on the bench. “Look,” Miko ordered. “Must learn to worship his cock. Must beg for permission to suck it.” Kathy gazed at the long dark prick and felt her stomach turn over and the bile rise up into her throat. “You can beg to lick it and the brushes will turn. If you refuse, there will be no brushes on clit, no orgasm.”

Kathy turned away. “Unless you force me, I won’t do it,” she said quietly.

Miko handed the bowl to the girl who had delivered it and sent her away. That night as the two women rubbed Kathy’s vagina with the ointment Miko said, “In morning same as today. You can refuse but...” she held up the remote control and shook her head. For two more days Kathy continued to reject Miko’s offer.

On the eleventh morning the girl had not come with the bowl at the usual time. Miko and Mi Jong noticed Kathy glancing at the door. When the young girl did arrive, Kathy lit the candle and crossed to the bench. She placed the burning candle under the ring, then turned to face the two woman. “Tell us what you want,” Miko said.

“I need to cum.”

“Tell us what you want,” Miko repeated.

“I want to smell and taste the cock of Abul,” Kathy answered.

“You want to lick the ass crack of your Master?”

“Yes, Miko, kiss and lick it.”

“And you will like it?”

“No, Miko, I will hate it, but I need to cum so I will do it.”

“Good. Maybe today we let you cum.”

They did not allow her to cum. On the following morning after Miko and Mi Jong had applied the salve, they directed Kathy to the make-up table where eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, and gloss had been laid out. “Make self pretty,” Miko said, “like getting ready to receive a lover.”

“But, Miko, why? I don’t understand,” Kathy began to protest.

“No questions. Take time. Do good with make-up and I give you little bit of what you want so bad.”

No matter how often they had spread the salve over and into her vagina, it never lost any of its power to stimulate her. She could feel it now burning and tingling, making her wet. Very carefully, she made up her eyes and mouth. She turned toward Miko who nodded and touched the remote. The brushes spun slowly for only a few seconds. Kathy groaned and pressed down on the metal cap but to no effect. “Lighted candle is what you call symbol.” Miko handed Kathy a new one and the box of matches. “In all religions it the same symbol. Lighted candle way to show respect, bow down in worship. Is that not true?”

Kathy touched the match to the wick. “Yes, Miko, that’s true.”

“Keep in mind from now on each morning when you light candle to warm what Master sends to you. Remember, is act of worship. Yes?”

“Yes, Miko, I’ll remember.” She was becoming adept at telling them what they wanted to hear. Still, just saying it and thinking of the new morning ritual caused her to shake her head in disbelief. Each day to begin with making herself look as if she were preparing to receive a lover. Then the lighting of a candle as a sacramental offering to...to the cock and smell of a man she hated with every fiber of her body