The Facility (22 page)

The men looked at Abul and nodded. Knowing her performance would be seen by Satomi, he had difficulty controlling his anger. “Zubair!” he shouted. “You heard what she said, the American bitch worships foreign cock so give her what she wants...rape her again! Rape her ass!”

“Yes, my friend,” Zubair answered as he moved to stand before her, “but first I want to play with the rich American woman. In her country and in my own, it is hardly permitted for a man like me even to look at the white American bitches.” Kathy had bowed her head. He put his hand under her chin and lifted it, forcing her to look into his angry face. “Answer me, Mrs. Ryan, what if I sat next to you in a bar in America and touched your leg or your breast what would happen to Zubair?”

She knew he understood full well what would happen. She couldn’t lie. “If...if I didn’t welcome your attention, I would probably complain to the management. If you persisted, then I suppose the police would be called and you...you...would be arrested.”

His grip on her chin tightened painfully, “In America, Zubair would be imprisoned if he touched the knee of Mrs. Ryan. He would be dirt beneath Mrs. Ryan’s feet. He would be less than a man. Zubair would be shit in America!” She thought for a moment that he might strike her, but when he spoke again he’d brought his anger under control. “You would have called them, wouldn’t you. You would have called the police to arrest me?”

“I...I...suppose I would have, “Kathy began, trying hard to think of something that would appease him, “but that was before I...”

Zubair interrupted, “Stand up,” he demanded. Kathy rose unsteadily. “But now, Mrs. Ryan, you want me to touch you. You want Zubair’s hands on you?” It was a question.

Before he even asked, Kathy realized that eventually he would put the question to her and she knew how she must answer. “Yes, I want you to touch me...to feel me.”

“Where, where do you want Zubair’s hands?”

She unbuttoned her jacket and let it slide off her shoulders. She stood before him wearing only the pearl necklace and heels. “Everywhere, please... feel me everywhere,” she said.

He reached in the pocket of his fatigues and withdrew a dirty handkerchief, “Wipe the cum from your ass and legs,” he said, handing it to her. Her face reddened as she bent to clean the strands and gobs of jism from her anal crack and legs. When she finished, he stuffed the handkerchief back in his pocket. “Now, arrogant bitch, make me want to touch you, make me want to fuck your ass. Provoke me, Mrs. Ryan, tease me. Make me, how do you say? ...make me aroused.” He pulled up a chair and sat in it facing her.

Kathy stood with her head bowed.
‘Why,’
she thought,
‘can’t he just take me as the others did? Why must I further debase myself for the amusement of this stupid, ugly bully.’

“I’m waiting, Mrs. Ryan,” Zubair said evenly.

Kathy took a step toward him. “Please,” she began, “feel me. Feel my legs.” Balancing carefully on one leg she placed her other foot in his lap. She pointed her toe so that the stiletto heel was poised over his cock and balls. It occurred to her that if she suddenly pushed down, she could drive a hole through both. He put his huge, rough hands around her ankle and slowly felt along her smooth, white calf and thigh. As his blunt fingers neared her wet slit, she began to tremble.

“You like that? Zubair makin’ you wet?” He pushed her foot from his lap. She stood unsteadily between his spread legs.

“Yes, I like your hands on me. I am very wet.” He reached around her and, grabbing her ass, pulled her close to him. Her bare breasts were level with his mouth. “Please bite my nipples,” she whispered, holding them out to him. As he sucked on one and then the other, he pulled her ass cheeks apart and shoved his thick index finger into her opening.

Without meaning to, she groaned. Abul laughed, “Did you ever ask your husband to suck your tits while he shoved a finger up your ass, Mrs. Ryan?”

She could feel Zubair’s sharp teeth on her distended nipple, “Ahh, no...no...I never...he never...”

The two other men stood up to have a better view. Abul called out to her again, “Speak, Mrs. Ryan. Talk to my friend. Tell him!”

Zubair had pulled her down onto his lap, his right arm around her waist, his left hand kneading her breast. She clasped her hands behind his neck, tilting her head up so that her face was just inches from his. “You are strong, Zubair. I love to feel your big soldier’s hands on me. We are not in America, but even there, knowing what I know now, I would have gladly taken you into my house, into my bedroom. And there, on my bed, I would have opened myself to you, made love to you. I would have begged you to...to fuck me.” She leaned back and gently drew the fingertips of one hand down his sweaty cheek. “I am ashamed of my privileged life there. I am pleased that you can do whatever you want to me. My...my body is yours. I am grateful for the opportunity to serve you.”

She stroked the back of his head and his neck. “I am honored to be Abul’s American whore. I wish only to be worthy of his friends...worthy of...of your manly cocks.” She raised her head toward his intending to kiss him. Like Amel, he spit on her parted lips. Flinching, she jerked back and turned away. His fingers twisted her engorged nipple. She looked up into his mocking face. Slowly and deliberately she licked his warm spittle from her lips. “Yes,” she whispered, “I welcome even that.” Again, lifting her head, she quickly pressed her open mouth against his. The stench of his sweat was strong. His breath was heavy with the smell of beer and onions. Under her, she felt his hard cock twitch. She moved so that it might press more firmly against her.

When the kiss ended, he pushed her off his lap and made her stand facing him once more. He leered up at her contemptuously, “Ah, the rich, white American woman.” She stood naked before him, her breath coming quickly. He ran his hands over her hips and along her sides until they came to rest on her breasts. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, tell me who you are. Ask me to give you what you want.”

He was, she thought, as cowardly as Abul and as sadistic, perhaps worse. Although these men treated their own women as less than human, they were determined to reduce her to nothing. She drew strength from the thought that it would soon be over. She placed her hands on top his and looked into eyes which burned with anger and lust. “I am not Mrs. Ryan. I renounce that name as I have renounced my life in America. I belong here, like this,” she glanced across at the others, “naked before strong men like you. I am, as you have seen, Abul’s woman, his whore. I am proud to give myself to his friends.

“And?” Zubair prompted.

She wasn’t sure what else they wanted to hear her say. “And, if it will please you, I will kiss your feet, just as I honor the feet of my master Abul. I will suck your cocks, make love to your cocks with my lips and tongue. I will drink your cum. I will beg you to take me...take my ass as often as you wish.” Her naked body trembled as he toyed with her long nipples. She parted her legs hoping he might push his finger into her aching pussy.

“And now?” Zubair asked.

She reached out and gently touched his face. “I would be honored if you...if you would fuck my ass. I long to feel your prick deep inside my...my ass. I want to feel your hot cum inside me.”

Before driving his penis into her red smudged opening, Zubair reached around her and, as he tongued her neck and ear, took her stiff nipples between his fingers and twisted them. She gasped and then moaned deep in her throat. “Milk my prick,” he said and shoved it into her until his testicles touched her spread ass cheeks. Immediately her anal passage and sphincter responded as they had been conditioned to do. Both Kathy and the huge ugly soldier were still as statues. She could feel his cock swell and begin to throb. First, tightening her grip on him and then releasing it, she drew him back and forth just enough to bring him to a powerful orgasm. “Aggggh!” he cried, digging his fingers into her tiny waist.

By a prearranged plan, Amel quickly handed him a crystal goblet. Zubair spurted his thick milky white cum into it until it was half full. When he finished cumming, he yanked Kathy’s hair back and spun her around until she was on her knees facing him. He held the goblet out to her, “Drink while it’s still hot,” he said. Kathy turned away and swallowed the bile that had risen into her throat.

She shook her head, but noticed a smile beginning to form on Abul’s face. Turning back to Zubair, she accepted the goblet. Quickly, before she could think about what she was doing, she brought the glass to her lips and emptied it. When she handed the goblet to Zubair tears streamed down her cheeks and her stomach churned. “Thank you,” she managed to whisper.

Zubair joined the other two men who were sitting next to the cooler. “It is a tight and hot ass this woman has. Abul has trained her well,” he said. “She drinks Zubair’s cum from a glass like a lady!” Laughing, the three soldiers opened fresh beers. “Crawl to the man who murdered your husband,” Zubair ordered, “and thank him for making you a widow.” Kathy crawled to Abul.

Kneeling between his legs, she bowed her head. “Thank you, Master Abul, for making me a widow,” she said. “Thank you for bringing me here and for giving me to your friends. I am proud to be Abul’s whore.”

He unzipped his fatigues and pulled out his monstrous cock. After four days without bathing and a long hot afternoon of riding and hunting, the odor was nauseating. The familiar gray bunched skin that covered his cock head was slimy with perspiration. But after the weeks of training the weeks of associating the replica of his cock with the spinning brushes, she’d longed for this moment. She groaned inwardly and bent down to gently kiss the gathered foreskin. She pushed her tongue through to his cockhead and licked the length of his slit. His rancid smell caused her pussy to ooze. She flicked his cock with her tongue, then skinning it back, she licked the deep rim of his cockhead. Certain she had won, she made the mistake of looking up at him and smiling. Savagely, he took her head in both hands and pushed her down on the full length of his huge prick. He held her there until she began to choke and struggle for breath. She flailed her arms helplessly. Her nose was pressed tight against his pelvic bone. She kicked several times then went limp, his thick cock preventing her from breathing. Still, he did not let go.

Quickly, Miko rushed to him. “Abul! Abul!” she shouted, “You are killing her!” She pushed at his chest. He released Kathy’s head and she fell to the floor. After a moment she coughed and then gasped for breath. Except for Abul, the others stood in a circle around her, as Miko knelt beside her and pushed on her chest. Kathy’s eyes blinked open. She began to breathe in choking sobs. Miko stood and motioned for Mi Jong.

Together, they lifted Kathy and started toward the door. Abul followed. Just as they were to leave he stopped them. Standing in front of Kathy he said in a voice filled with anger, “You may have won tonight, Mrs. Ryan, but the victory at your final trial will be mine. Then you will belong to me. Count on it, American bitch, count on it!”

Supporting Kathy between them, Miko and Mi Jong made their way down the hall.

Chapter Ten – Considerations

The next morning Abul once more sat uncomfortably across from Madam Khe’s desk. “You are a fool,” she said. “If Miko hadn’t acted quickly, you would have killed that woman and, believe me, you’d have been in great trouble. Mr. Satomi has invested much time and money in her.”

“He doesn’t have to see the tapes,” Abul suggested.

“He’s probably looking at them right now. They were sent out last night. You should know that I would never betray his trust, especially not to accommodate a hopeless psychopath like you.”

“Damn you,” Abul muttered.

“I think we are both damned,” she answered calmly. “But that’s beside the point. I neither like nor respect you, Abul. I’m sure you’ve been aware of that. However, Mr. Satomi felt that if the woman were trained to submit to someone as obviously ignorant and filthy as you, she would make an acceptable concubine. I agreed with that. So, you and I have been required to form an uneasy partnership. But it is not an equal partnership. Much as it must offend you, I am in charge here. You are answerable to me.”

Abul wanted to reach across the desk and grab her by the throat and fling her against the wall. The smug, arrogant bitch never tired of humiliating him. Well, if he could break the American, cause her to defy him, to disobey him... then Madam Khe would be sent on another assignment. She would soon be off somewhere busting some other poor bastard’s balls. He would be rid of the arrogant Chinese bitch. The hated American woman would be his to do with as he pleased. “You don’t need to remind me of my position here,” he muttered sullenly. “But maybe Mr. Satomi would be interested to know that you have taken sides. You support the Ryan woman.”

“We both know that is not true, and the tapes prove it. What happens to her is of no interest to me at all. I have not interfered with any of your efforts to train her except to try to prevent you from seriously damaging what Mr. Satomi considers his rather valuable property. In fact, Abul, it was I who implemented the Pavlovian principles which may in time lead to our success.”

“Pav...what?” Abul questioned.

Madam Khe shook her head. “God deliver me from madmen and fools,” she said. “The whip, Abul, and the brushes. When she is whipped, Miko stimulates her. The awful glass bowl each morning...while the American breathes in the stink of your crotch and ass and sucks on that replica of your disgusting cock, Miko stimulates her. Mrs. Ryan is being conditioned, Abul. Your odor, the plastic prick and the pain of the whip are associated in her mind and body with the pleasure of the brushes spinning against her hot little clitoris. It’s easy to see that she’s beginning to respond as I hoped she would. The application of the Pavlovian principle was my idea, Abul, not yours. It seems you still don’t grasp it.”