The Facility (2 page)

It was clear that the men were astonished by Kathy’s beauty and her subservience. She knelt there cowering before the brutish Abul, a lovely young American woman: obviously intelligent, well bred, and modest. Her white skirt and blouse, the white heels, the tasteful handbag, the bright red perfectly formed lips, the slight sheen of oil on her smooth skin, her black hair softly curling under at her shoulders all contributed to present an image of the independent, happily married woman Kathy had been just six weeks ago. They had seen her grovel before the loathsome Abul and touch her soft lips to his repulsive toes, then watched her pink tongue lick between them. “Get up.” Abul said. “Look at us. I have some questions to put to you.”

Kathy rose to her feet and raised her head. The men were strangers to her. They were dark skinned and, except for Abul and one other, all were bearded. The youngest appeared to be in his thirties and the oldest, whose beard was gray, must have been over sixty. “Tell us who you are and why you are here,” Abul began.

“My name is Katherine Ryan. I am an American. I have been brought here to be trained to serve.” She stared dully at Abul’s face. Her voice was a quiet monotone.

“Were you forced to come?”

“No. I am honored to be here. I gave up all that I had so that I might serve you.”

“You were married?”

“Yes. My husband died.”

“When?”

“Six weeks ago.”

“Less than two months.” He leaned forward. “That’s the way with you American women who are spoiled by fathers and spoiled by weak husbands. You grow up not knowing your place. You grow up thinking you are equal. You become arrogant, you give orders, and you always want to be made happy. But none of you are ever satisfied because what you really need is to be used. When a strong man comes along, you soon forget the weak husband. You quickly learn where you belong. Isn’t this true?”

“Yes, you have made me forget the past. I know now that my place is here on my knees before you.

Abul sneered at her, “Yes, goddamn it, I make you forget. I show you where you belong. I tell you where to put your lips, how to use your tongue. It takes a strong man like me to make you crawl, make you beg, make you show respect and gratitude.”

“Yes, Master, a man like you who is strong. The things my husband gave me are nothing. My life there was a false one.”

“You say you were rich?”

“We were well off.”

“What does that mean?”

“We had a big expensive house. We were members of the country club. We could go on vacations, entertain our friends. I could buy almost whatever I wanted. I was, as you have said, spoiled and arrogant.”

“You and your husband and rich friends, you play tennis and golf and drink all afternoon at each other’s swimming pools?”

“Yes, we did those things.”

“You go to college?”

“Yes, I graduated with a degree in fine arts.”

Abul nodded at his guests, “A rich husband, a fancy house, and a college education. A degree in fine arts. Sometimes she would travel in a limousine and treat the driver like camel shit. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

Kathy fought to keep her voice from trembling, “Yes, I am truly sorry.”

“You need to be punished and will get what you need, Mrs. Ryan. Now, this husband of yours, what was he like?”

“He was very handsome. Intelligent and kind. Everyone liked him.”

“And you, did you like him?”

“I loved him. I loved him very much.” She paused, looked down at the floor, and then raised her head. “I love him still,” she said.

“The last time I was in your house did you invite me to your wedding bed?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I...I don’t know how to explain it. At that time, I felt that only you could give me what I needed. I wanted you to take me, to possess me there in my house.”

“You wanted me, as you say, to possess you in this same bed where you and your husband had often made love?”

“Yes. I felt...I felt...drawn...compelled. It was something I wanted very much. You have a power over me that I cannot understand or control. On that night in my house you were all that mattered to me. My desire. no, my need for you was greater than anything I had ever felt. It is more intense now. In your presence, I tremble.”

“Continue, Mrs. Ryan.”

“That night I had no thought of my husband. No thought of anything but you. I wanted to feel your hands touching me. I wanted to make love to you...to please you in ways I had never pleased any man. I wanted to do whatever you ordered me to do. I begged you to take me there on the bed where my husband first made love to me. I wanted to accept whatever...whatever. you did to me .”

“Tell my friends how you served me there in your fine house on your wedding bed.”

Kathy paused once more. She felt the buzzing in her head. She glanced behind her at Miko who nodded. Facing Abul, Kathy began, “With Miko’s help I had cleaned my anal passage for you. She applied to me the oils, and perfumes, and cosmetics she knew might please you. I wanted to be beautiful for you. I will always want to be beautiful for you.” She could feel the color rise to her cheeks. “On my wedding bed you permitted me to kiss your lips and body, make love to your penis with my mouth. You allowed me to...to...touch your anus with my tongue and press my lips to it. I begged you to enter me from behind, and you honored me in that way.”

“Did you ever make love to your husband as you made love to me?”

“No, never. Never anything like that.”

“Did he excite you?”

“Yes. We were in love. There was much pleasure. But when you took possession of me there, in my bed, I knew...I knew that you were my Master.”

“But you loved your husband?”

“Yes. As I said, I love him still. I will always love him. But yours are the feet I kiss in reverence and in gratitude.”

Abul smiled at his guests who murmured their approval. He turned back to Kathy, “So, Mrs. Ryan, just two months ago you were a rich, spoiled American with a college degree, and a membership in a country club. You had a big fancy house, and a handsome husband and were living a rich American life and making love in your king sized bed.” He turned to look at the men on his right and left. “Now, my friends, we see before us, this recent widow dressed in clothes she might wear for a pleasant evening on the town with her husband. This same Mrs. Ryan has come halfway around the world to receive from me a very personal gift. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

Kathy hesitated, looking down at the pattern in the rug at her feet. She raised her head, “Yes, Master,” she said.

“Describe this gift you are so anxious to receive, Mrs. Ryan.”

“I...I...,” Tears began to well up in her eyes, “Please, Master, would you...would you ask me questions about it?” The room around her seemed to go out of focus. Abul and the other men were white blurs. The words that Miko had made her repeat over and over filled her mind. Her head ached with them. She knew if she said them as she’d been instructed, she would soon be permitted to sleep. They were, after all, only words.

Abul looked across at Miko who nodded. “All right, then,” Abul said, “where were you to receive this gift?”

“Here, lying on my back on this carpet, naked before your guests.” It was the correct answer.

“And what were you going to do on your back? Were you going to spread your legs and ask me to please fuck you?”

“No, Master, I would never presume to ask you for anything.”

His questions were coming as she had expected. It gave her some comfort to know she was prepared for them, even though, for her, the questions and answers had little meaning.

“Tell us what the gift is.”

Kathy brought her hands up to her mouth. She bowed her head and was silent. Miko stamped her foot. Kathy flinched, then whispered something they could not hear.

“Speak up!” Abul demanded.

“The gift is to...to…be permitted to suck your cock and to be granted permission to part my lips and…kiss and lick…kiss and lick….” Once more, Miko stamped her foot. “Kiss and lick your anal opening,” Kathy said quickly.

The guests looked at each other. Several leaned forward. The oldest of the guests stood up and turned toward Abul. “She is drugged and is susceptible to the words of the Japanese woman. If she were herself she would never agree to such a thing. What we are witnessing here is a sham.”

Abul’s face reddened. “You are right about the drugs and the control Miko exercises. That is why we have postponed the gift. But I guarantee that within three months, she will be back here in this room before you begging to do what she has said, and she will do so without the drugs and without any other kind of force.” He glared at the half circle of guests. The older man sat down. During this exchange Kathy, her head bowed, continued to stare at the rug not seeming to have heard or understood what they said.

Facing Kathy once more Abul said, “Now, Mrs. Ryan, suppose we pretend that you are going to receive the gift. Let us hear you beg for it.”

Again, Kathy was silent for a moment before she began. She looked over at Miko, then down at the floor. “Master,” she said softly, “please permit me to show my devotion by...by cleaning you.”

“Will you clean me with warm towels?”

“No, Master.”

“With your permission I will use a small quantity of paper.”

She frowned and appeared to be trying to remember something. Miko stamped her foot. “I will clean you first with the paper, then lick,” Kathy murmured.

“And you will press your painted lips against my hole?”

Quickly she glanced at Miko who nodded. “Yes...yes, Master,” she said only vaguely aware of what she was agreeing to. Kathy clasped her hands in an effort to stop them from trembling. She felt faint. The buzzing in her head intensified. “I want a complete answer to my question!” Abul shouted.

“Yes...yes Master, I will, as you say, press my mouth against your opening.”

“And afterward?”

“Miko will wipe my face and I will kneel before you, and I will gratefully kiss your feet.”

Abul shifted in his chair and leaned back. The men began to talk among themselves in a language Kathy didn’t understand. Miko had come up behind Kathy with a tall stool and helped her up onto it. Kathy sat for several minutes with her head bowed. “Lift up your skirt, Mrs. Ryan, and spread your legs. We want to see your cunt.” Kathy did as he ordered. “Move to the edge of the stool and spread wider. Open your cunt with your fingers.” She inched forward and, reaching between her legs, parted the outer lips of her pussy. The bright red nub of her clitoris and the pink crevice glistened with her secretions.

“Are you in heat, American bitch?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“How long since the last time you were fucked?”

“I can’t remember, Master, a very long time.”

“But you’re not going to receive the gift, and you’re not going to get fucked today, and you’re not going to cum. So why are you here?”

“I’m here to do whatever you require of me and to serve your guests in whatever ways they wish.”

“Open that shoulder bag you have and take out what’s inside,” Abul said. Kathy reached into the bag and withdrew a thin golden chain with a gold clasp on each end. “Now, give the chain to Miko and take off your blouse.” Kathy unbuttoned the blouse. Mi Jong took it from her. “Pull your nipples. Make them hard,” Abul said. Kathy’s small breasts were high and firm, the nipples already hard. She did as Abul had ordered and when her nipples were elongated, Miko clipped the chain to each one and tightened a small set screw that pinched the clamps together until they almost broke through the skin. Kathy gasped but did not cry out. “Now, remove your skirt, Mrs. Ryan, and come to me.”

Kathy slid off the stool and unhooked her skirt. She handed it and the bag to Mi Jong. Then she got to her knees and, naked except for her heels, crawled to Abul where, once more, she bowed her head and stared at his long encrusted toenails. “Look up, Mrs. Ryan.” She raised her head but had difficulty looking into his eyes. “You wanted the gift?”

She seemed puzzled. “The gift...gift...yes...I wanted the gift.”

“You’re disappointed you aren’t going to get it?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve decided you aren’t yet deserving enough to receive it. You will have to prove you are worthy.”

“I will try.”

“I’m about to give you a chance to show us how hard you intend to try. But first, Mrs. Ryan, tell my guests and me exactly what you are going to try very hard to be worthy of.” Abul laughed at her. The others joined in.

After a quick glance at Miko, she bowed her head. “I will try very hard to make myself worthy of being permitted to use my lips and tongue to...to kiss...to kiss and lick your anus.” Her eyes were vacant and her voice a flat monotone. “Your hole,” she added, “I would be honored to lick it for a very long time.”

“And this foul smell, this foul taste will not displease you?”

“No, Master.”

“Well?”

“It comes from you. I will serve you with my mouth and...and...thank you afterward.”

He turned to the men on his right and then to those on his left and smiled. “Look at her my friends. See how quickly her breasts rise and fall. Notice how stiff her nipples have become. Look at her mouth, how wet it is. She is excited, my friends.” He leaned toward her. “It is better to kneel at a strong man’s feet than to make love with your weak husband, is it not?”