The Facility (27 page)

“Richie,” she said.

“Yes, you’re learning, Mrs. Ryan, you’re learning. Now, we still have the penance, the question of punishment.”

“But...but...Vinnie...”

“Giving yourself to Vinnie is hardly punishment, Mrs. Ryan. I suspect that if you enter fully into the act you may even experience another orgasm. Pleasure is not punishment. Physical pain is punishment. Extreme humiliation is punishment. Being required to do something you find abhorrent is punishment. Remember you agreed to accept whatever punishment I devised.”

“Yes, I did. I will accept it.”

“Well then, since you humiliated Richie’s father by encouraging him to lick your anal opening, I think you might atone by servicing his son in the same way.”

Kathy pushed herself back away from him, her eyes wide with disbelief, “You mean...you mean...”

“I mean,” he cut her off, “that while the father fucks your cunt, the son will offer to your mouth his dirty anus. And you, Mrs. Ryan, will humbly and gratefully lick it clean. And when you have satisfied the father and cleansed the son’s shit hole, you will offer your own anal opening to Richie once more and ask him to please fuck it.”

Kathy shook her head, “That’s obscene, sick, perverted… I…I…can’t…”

“It’s penance, Mrs. Ryan. You keep forgetting why you came here.”

She bowed her head. They sat in silence for several moments. The bathroom door opened. “Mrs. Ryan,” Stein said. She looked up. “Yes or no?”

“Yes,” she said.

Stein waved a hand at Richie, “Richie, my boy,” he called, “take off your trousers. Mrs. Ryan wants to do something that will please you.” Richie grunted and removed his torn sneakers and pants.

Vinnie strode into the room wearing one of Stein’s soiled bathrobes. “What’s the fuckin’ cunt gonna do to make it up to me?” he growled, still angry.

“Ah, Vinnie, old friend, just sit over there on the edge of the bed and part your legs. Mrs. Ryan regrets her earlier behavior. As we know, she adored her husband. But the young man is in his grave. If he were not, his pretty wife would be making love to him tonight. Instead, she will make love to you just as she would have made love to him, just as she had promised earlier. Show us how you would love your dear Jeff, Mrs. Ryan, and let us hear the words you would say.”

As she crawled back across the floor toward him, she thought of how, if it were possible, she would beg Jeff to forgive her for sending him away, for inviting Stein into their home, for going with Stein this afternoon. When she reached Vinnie, she prostrated herself before him. “Please, please forgive me. I was thoughtless, and deceptive, and selfish.” She reached forward and touched his bare foot. “I...I...I’m so ashamed of...of what I did. I want to...make it up to you. I want to be...to be your woman. I want to do whatever I can to please you.” She thought she had no more tears left but her eyes filled and the tears rolled down her cheeks.

Vinnie grabbed her hair and yanked her up to a sitting position between his legs. “You ain’t nothin’ but a cunt. You know that. You ain’t worth shit. I’ll tell you what. You can stand up and do a little dance for me. Bounce your tits and shake your ass and show me your cunt. That’s just for starters.”

Painfully Kathy got to her feet. She was still completely naked. She stepped back and, forcing herself up on her toes, she began to sway her hips. She ran her hands over her body and up to cup her breasts. She held them out toward him. Her long nipples stiffened immediately and she felt the color rise to her cheeks.

“You’re forgetting the words again,” Stein called.

Kathy moved closer to the scowling Vinnie and shook her breasts, “They’re yours, honey.” She pinched her nipples. “I love to feel your big hands on my breasts...I mean on my...my titties. I love you to play with...with my...my titties. I love you to pinch my nipples, pinch them hard, and make me hot.”

“Your ass,” Vinnie ordered, “bend over and shake it.”

Still on her toes, Kathy took several steps back and turned around. Placing her hands on her knees she wiggled her ass.

“Spread,” Vinnie said.

Quickly, she reached back and parted her ass cheeks. “Like this, honey? Is this what you want?”

“You’re a fuckin’ slut.” Vinnie moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Get over here and lick my balls!”

Kathy got to her knees again and crawled to him. His huge prick had started to stiffen. His heavy testicles hung over the edge of the bed. She cradled them gently in both hands and looked up at him.

“Please, honey, forgive me. I want to love you...I want so much to love you...to love you good.”

“Yeah, well how’s about you start makin’ love to my nuts.”

Still looking at him she whispered, “Thank you, Vinnie honey, thank you.” He pulled his cock back. Holding his huge veined testicles in her hands, she began to kiss and lick them. Soon they were dripping with her saliva. She began to lick along the underside of his cock. Once more he grabbed her hair and forced her head back. Her swollen lips were wet. He held out his index finger. “Yes,” she said. She inched forward and opened her mouth and sucked it.

Vinnie withdrew his finger. “You got a slut mouth,” Vinnie said. “It’s only good for sucking fingers and pricks. Ain’t that right, bitch?”

“Yes.” She remembered how gently Jeff had always kissed her. She remembered how often she found him looking at her across a dinner table in a fancy restaurant, just looking and smiling. And he would tell her she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She remembered once a big drunken thug like Vinnie had made a vulgar remark as they were waiting for their car after the theater. Jeff had slammed the hoodlum against the building and threatened to break his nose. During all of her childhood, her teens, the college years, and her married life with Jeff, she had never even spoken to ignorant, hateful men like Vinnie and Stein, or to animals like Richie. And tonight, she had groveled at their feet. She had given herself to them, debased herself horribly and forever.

Vinnie grabbed her nipple and twisted it. She hadn’t the strength to scream, but she gasped in pain. Vinnie twisted it again, “When I ask a question, I don’t want to hear no fuckin’ ‘yes’. Tell us what your slut mouth is good for. Say it, goddamn you!”

“Aggh...ahggh, please, you’re hurting me.” He released her nipple. Swallowing hard and fighting for breath she said, “You’re right, honey, my mouth...it’s only good for...for...sucking your fingers...only good for sucking your cock.”

Stein shouted across to them, “And licking filthy assholes.” She froze for a moment and shutting her eyes and shaking her head.

Vinnie pushed her down to his cock. “Is that right, cunt? You lick shitholes?” Hoping to distract him, she lifted his cock to her mouth and ran her tongue around his glans. “Answer me, cocksucker, you gonna clean Richie’s dirty hole with your tongue?”

A cold shiver went through her. “I…I don’t know,” she said softly.

“Jesus, there ain’t nothin’ you won’t stoop to. Why? Why the fuck you gonna do that?”

“Because...because...Mr. Stein...I mean, I thought if you watched me...watched me...do it to...to Richie, it might help to make up for...might prove to you that...that I’m sorry.”

“It won’t prove nothin’. But I’ll like it. I’ll like seeing the college cunt suckin' my son’s asshole. Yeah, that’ll be real good.”

Stein gestured to Richie, “Get up there, up at the head of the bed. Get on your knees and bend over. Stick your ass in the air.” Slobbering and muttering unintelligibly, Richie followed his directions. His pale bony ass was streaked with sweat and dirt, the hairs in his crack matted together.

Vinnie looked over at Stein. “The son-of-a-bitch smells like shit,” he said.

“We knew he would, didn’t we, Mrs. Ryan?”

She barely heard him. Her head was spinning and she thought she might collapse. “Yes,” she said weakly, “yes, we thought he would.”

Stein chuckled, “Is your cunt hot and wet, Mrs. Ryan? If you’re anxious for your lover to fuck it, you should tell him.”

Lifting her head to look at Vinnie she said, “I...I...love you. You are a...a... real man.”

“Not like your faggot husband,” Vinnie chided.

“Yes, not like...not like...”

“What are you, a fuckin’ broken record? Say it!”

“Not like my faggot husband.” Both of her small hands were around his huge cock. She stroked it, keeping him hard. “I love your cock.” Quickly she lowered her head and kissed it. She looked up at him. “I love it, honey, truly. It...it’s bigger than...than his was...thicker and harder. He never...never fucked me the way you did. Never took me the way a strong man takes a woman. Please take me again like that. Please, honey, fuck me hard.” She felt a rush of heat engorge her nipples and flow down to swell her clitoris.

He pulled her up to stand before him and viciously clamped his hand over her pussy as he had earlier. “Whose?” he sneered.

“It...it...my cunt belongs to you. I belong to you.”

Stein rolled his chair further toward them for a closer look. “Yes, Mrs. Ryan,” he said. “earlier this evening you printed the words on your stomach and now you are saying them, but they are only words. Perhaps there’s a way to prove that your hot cunt does indeed belong to Vinnie?”

Vinnie released her so that she could turn toward Stein. “I...I...don’t know how...,” she began.

“If, as you say, your cunt now belongs to Vinnie, he should have access to it whenever he wishes.”

“That’s fuckin’ right!” Vinnie yelled. “If your hot cunt belongs to me I don’t have to ask for it...don’t ever have to ask for it.”

Kathy looked at Vinnie, then back at Stein, not sure what they wanted. Stein smiled at her. “To demonstrate that you mean what you say, Mrs. Ryan, you need to be available to Vinnie whenever he wants to fuck you.”

“But how...,” Kathy beginning to understand what Stein was after, felt the tears well up in her eyes again.

“You might move in with Vinnie. However, that’s a solution I don’t recommend, since it would be inconvenient for him to have you in his house, such as it is. However, you could give him a key to your house and tell him he is most welcome to use it whenever he wants fucked.”

Kathy shook her head, “A key to my house...give this...this...,” she glanced in horror at the gross brute who lay on the bed stroking his thick cock. “No...no...that’s impossible.”

“I remind you,” Stein said quietly, “we buried your husband this afternoon. You are, as you’ve admitted, at least partly responsible for his death. I also remind you that you came here directly from the cemetery of your own free will. Since your arrival, Vinnie has given you two orgasms and is about to give you a third. I daresay that has never happened to you, Mrs. Ryan.” He waited. She shook her head. “Now,” Stein continued, “you’ve offered yourself to him. You’ve said that your cunt belongs to him.” He paused. She bowed her head. “The key, Mrs. Ryan, and an invitation to your bed. An open invitation to fuck you in your fancy bed as often as he wishes and to stay as long as he chooses. You might also indicate how you will prepare to receive him.”

She turned to face Vinnie, who grinned at her. “I will give you...give you a set of keys to my house. I invite you to come there whenever you want me. I will make myself pretty for you and wear things that I hope will please and excite you. I will welcome you into my...my bed. I’ll do whatever you want. Anything...anything you want. You can always stay as long as you wish.” She looked back at Stein.

“Describe what’s been happening to your pussy, and tell him once again who you’ve given it to.”

She took a step toward Vinnie. “My...pussy...I...I mean, my cunt is hot and wet. My cunt belongs to you.”

Roughly he swung her onto the bed behind Richie. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said. He kneeled behind her, positioning the head of his prick at her vaginal lips.

She glanced back at him, “Please, honey. Please fuck me,” she pleaded.

He rubbed the head of his cock along the slickness of her crack, teasing her. “Yeah, Miss Rich Bitch, looks like you can’t get enough of old Vinnie. If I have a key to your place and you’re always there waitin' for me to fuck you, and you ain’t fuckin’ nobody else, what’s that make you?” He pushed the tip of his cock into her but quickly withdrew.

Kathy groaned and tried to move back against him. “It...it...make me yours, your woman.”

“Wrong,” Vinnie winked across at Stein, “it makes you my private whore. He slapped her ass hard. “Say it,” he demanded, “say what you are.”

She made her hands into tight fists and squeezed her eyes shut summoning all of her strength to defy him. He was a bully, an ugly, repulsive, bully. In her entire life, she had never met a vulgar low-life like Vinnie. Stein was no better, and the drooling retard Richie was worse than both of them. Here she was, naked on Stein’s filthy bed, telling the sweating pig behind her that she was his, begging him to fuck her… My God! Only a few hours ago, she had buried her husband!

Stein was quick to notice how tense she had become. “I see you are hesitating, Mrs. Ryan. Remember, no one forced you to come here. Now, tell me did you want to cum or did you need to cum?”

“Need,” Kathy answered.

“Yes, of course.” Stein said. “One more question. Do you want to be Vinnie’s private whore or do you need to be Vinnie’s private whore?”