The Facility (3 page)

Kathy stared at his long, crooked toes before answering. “Yes,” she said softly, “it is better.”

“Then deny him.”

“I do. You are what I need. You have shown me that my place is here, on my knees before you.” He pointed to the floor. She bent down once more to press her lips to his feet.

Abul motioned to Miko, who hurried across to wipe Kathy’s face and apply fresh lipstick. When she finished, Kathy once again knelt at Abul’s feet. “Now, Mrs. Ryan, before you service me, you are to present your ass to each guest in turn and ask him to fuck it. Some might want you to make them hard first with your mouth. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” She crawled to the first guest and dutifully lowered her head to kiss his feet. Then she turned around and, raising her ass, she pressed her face against the carpet as she reached behind her to spread her ass cheeks. “Please,” she whispered.

After the fourth guest had cum deep in Kathy’s anal passage, Miko coated her swollen lips with bright red lipstick and gloss. Abul had opened his caftan. Kathy crawled between his legs, her head bowed, “Please, Master, allow me to caress your penis with my mouth.” She was silent. They all waited. Abul said nothing. Miko, again, stamped her foot. Kathy flinched, then wet her lips. She looked up at Abul, her mouth glistening. “I beg you Master, look at my lips. They are moist and warm. Please give me permission to suck.” She inched forward, looking up at him. “I want very much to suck.”

He nodded. The stench from his crotch was worse than it had ever been. Kathy, her hands behind her back, leaned forward and parted her lips over his gray bunched foreskin, teasing the purple cockhead out of its foul smelling cover. “This is what you need,” he said.

“Yes,” she whispered. “This is what I need.”

Chapter Two – Madam Khe

Later that evening, Abul, Madam Khe, and Miko watched the tape of Kathy’s performance. When it was over, Madam Khe sat for a long while, not speaking. Abul sprawled in the chair facing her desk. Miko stood at the back wall. Finally, Madam Khe looked up at them, “The old man was right, you know. She would never have done that without the drugs and Miko’s hypnotic skills.” She shook her head at Abul, “Don’t you ever wash? The sight of that beautiful young girl’s lips on your repulsive feet was sickening.”

Abul started to rise in anger, then thought better of it. “Why wash when I have the tongue of the American woman to clean me?”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right. She must learn to accept a lot worse.” She looked over at Miko. “She needed six needles or she would not have obeyed?” It was a question.

“That is right, madam, she would not have obeyed.” Miko said. “Not only six, but it took a full hour to complete the spell. She has a strong spirit. Not easy to weaken.”

“What are her true feelings toward Mr. Abul?”

“Hate, Madam, much hate and fear.”

“If I were to send her to him without your needles or your words?”

“Only if she thought to disobey might harm her sister-in-law would she kneel to him. Even then, I know she would never do what we expect.”

“And if I were to have her brought to me?”

“That, I think, would be different. You are clean, Madam, and beautiful. You have not yet given her reason to fear. But I would suggest one needle and some words from me.”

“Good. Spend tomorrow preparing her. You know what I like. I’ll send for her tomorrow evening.”

Abul frowned and, leaning forward, placed both hands on the edge of the desk. “I hope you are not forgetting, Madam, why she is here.”

“No, I’m not forgetting. She is to be trained to service men. That’s the first and primary consideration. However, she must also be taught to serve women. The woman in Mr. Satomi’s company will want that sweet little mouth of hers to please them in a variety of ways. Don’t worry, Abul, within six or eight weeks, without benefit of drugs, she will beg to press her pretty lips to your anus or for something else just as malignant.”

Abul sat back, “But how? Miko says her spirit is strong.”

“First, we keep suggesting to her that what she has done under the influence of Miko’s hypnotic suggestions are things that, deep inside, she really wants to do. Miko’s spells give her permission to be the person we saw in that tape. Have one of your men edit out the interruption by the old man where he mentions the drugs. We don’t want her to continue to believe she’s been drugged. Miko, is there any other way to administer the drug without the needles?”

“No, madam, all must come together at same time; acupuncture, drugged needles, and my words. She has to be quite able to hear and understand. I can change color of drug. Make it clear so she thinks she only getting acupuncture to relax. Make it so she think there is no more drugs.”

“Good, do that. For now, continue to remind her that the safety of her sister-in-law depends on obedience. Keep applying the salve to her vagina and anus. I want her to be continually aroused but not able to orgasm. Fit her with the metal cup so she can’t get herself off. It allows her to urinate doesn’t it?”

“Yes. No need to take off unless to bathe, but Mi Jong and me bathe her and see that she not touch self.”

“Bring her to me in my quarters at ten o’clock tomorrow night.” She motioned Miko forward and handed her a manila folder. “I’ve made a list of instructions: how to prepare her, how she is to greet me, what I am going to expect of her. Give her just one drugged needle, but impress on her that unless she does exactly what she’s told, Mr. Satomi’s men might be ordered to bring her precious sister-in-law here to service Abul. That should put some fear into her.”

Madam Khe was about to dismiss them when Abul spoke up. “What about the punishment? She’s been told several times that because she tried to run away she is to be punished.”

Madam Khe nodded, “Yes, I had forgotten that. What do you suggest?”

“Three days from now, we will receive a visit from Narimov, a powerful political leader from Uzbekistan. He is a conservative zealot who hates Americans, especially American women. His sexual preference is for boys. However, he very much enjoys seeing women beaten. We owe him some favors. The American woman has never felt the whip. We should introduce her to it for Narimov’s pleasure.”

“Is he the one who is attended by that grotesque dwarf?” Madam Khe asked.

“Yes. The dwarf is very good with the whip.”

Madam Khe looked down at her desk for a moment, then raising her head she said, “Very well. You are right, she needs to become accustomed to the whip, and she needs to learn that attempts to escape will not be tolerated. Let them mark her, Abul, but permit no permanent damage. I’ll have Miko fit her with the remote stimulator so that she begins to associate pleasure with her pain. I will watch from here on the monitor. We’ll send a tape to Mr. Satomi.” She waved them toward the door.

Kathy was permitted to sleep until late in the morning. She was awakened by Miko, who gently shook her shoulder. “Must get up. First day of training,” Miko said.

It took several minutes for Kathy to realize where she was. She looked around the small white room. Built into one wall was a closet. An arched opening next to it led to a white tiled bathroom. Against the wall beside her single bed were a dressing table, a large mirror, and a chair. In the far wall was a heavy solid oak door. The only window was a small barred opening high above her bed. Against the ceiling opposite her bed was a video camera. She noticed three other video cameras placed in the ceiling above her bed and two on the walls next it. The walls were made of thick plaster, and the bare floor was tiled.

She quickly became aware that under the sheet that covered her, she was naked. There was something pressed tight against her pubic bone. She reached down and felt a metal plate shaped to cover her vagina. It was held in place by leather straps fitted with small “D” rings and locks. “Miko, what...” she began alarmed.

“So you cannot touch self,” Miko explained. “There is small opening for making pee. Turn over,” Miko ordered. “Need healing salve on hole.” It was then that Kathy felt the aching pain in her anal passage. She tried to recall when she had last been penetrated there. Almost a week ago in her house by Abul. It had been horrible, but it shouldn’t hurt like this now. As if she were reading Kathy’s thoughts, Miko asked, “What you remember about yesterday?”

Kathy tried hard to think back but everything seemed blurred. “I don’t know,” she said. “The men, Mr. Satomi’s men, took me to the plane. You and Mi Jong were on it. You told me we were coming here, to the training facility. You said that...that...Abul would be in charge. I don’t remember much after that. There was a car. Then a room with men dressed in white. I think Abul was one of them. That’s all.” She felt Miko’s strong fingers rubbing her anal opening with the ointment then pushing it into her passage. “Miko, why...why is it so sore, so painful?”

“You ask Abul’s friends to fuck you there. Four of them and then Abul himself.” Kathy buried her head in her arms and began to cry. Miko unbuckled the straps holding the metal cup in place and taking the jar of salve she used first at Kathy’s house and again yesterday, she quickly rubbed it along the sobbing girl’s clitoris and up into her vagina. The sobs turned to moans as Kathy reached down toward her pussy. Miko slapped her hand away and refastened and locked the straps.

Kathy looked up at her, “Please, Miko, please...I need to cum. That cream you put on me there...it drives me crazy. Please, Miko.”

“You cum when Madam Khe gives permission. Not before.”

“Madam Khe? I thought you said Abul was in charge.”

“Abul is master. Your Master while you here. But Madam Khe is boss. Boss of everyone. Must always do what Madam Khe say. Also must do what Abul say. But Madam Khe is boss.”

“But...”

“No more questions. No time for that. You get up now. Eat. I take to exercise room. Two hours exercise every morning. One hour swim. Rest two hours. Eat. Afternoon lessons: dance lessons, learn different languages, learn how to make self beautiful in different ways, how to use body and mouth to give pleasure to men and women in different ways, how to excite, how to offer self, how to be humble, how to be pleasure instrument. After lessons, enema and bath. Then I help prepare you to serve. Now, we go to room where electric machine remove all body hair. Gone for good. Never come back.”

She clipped a chain to Kathy’s collar and led her, naked, down the empty hall to a room where electrolysis was used to remove all of Kathy’s body hair and kill the roots. When they finished, her pubis, legs, underarms, and anal crack were as hairless as the day she was born. Miko inspected her carefully. “Good,” she said, “no more shaving.”

In the fully equipped gym Kathy was placed in the care of Mi Jong, who turned out to be a relentless but accomplished trainer. The other lessons followed. Like Mi Jong, the instructors were all women who were stern, unsmiling, and unable to hide the animosity they felt toward her.

Early that evening after the ritual enema, the bath, the rubbing of her body with scented oils, and the application of cosmetics, Miko sat Kathy down and faced her with a handful of acupuncture needles. Kathy drew back. “No,” she said. “They are drugged. They make me forget. No, Miko, no!” She started to rise. Quickly, Mi Jong pushed her back down.

“Not drugged,” Miko said. “See, no green stuff.” She held the needles up before Kathy’s eyes. “Acupuncture good for you. Make relax. No drugs this time. No drugs never no more. Madam Khe’s orders.” Mi Jong held Kathy’s shoulders down while Miko inserted sixteen of the small needles. Only the one behind Kathy’s left ear had been coated with the colorless drug. After a few minutes Kathy felt a very slight buzzing in her head, but Miko was talking to her in a soothing voice. Miko reminded her twice that failure to obey Madam Khe might be harmful to her sister-in-law.

Kathy nodded and said, “Yes, Miko, I understand. I will do what I’m told.”

After Miko had given her instructions regarding the meeting with Madam Khe, she placed a white transparent gown over Kathy’s shoulders. It tied at the neck in a satin bow and was open in the front. “No shoes,” Miko said. She attached the chain to Kathy’s collar and led her through the empty halls and up several flights of circular stairs. She stopped before a massive oak door and tapped on it lightly. The door was opened by a thin Asian serving girl who, Kathy thought, could not have been older than eleven. The girl slipped out and, as Kathy and Miko stepped inside, she swung the door closed behind them.

Kathy gasped. The room was lit only by candles. In its center was a huge raised bed covered with a black silk spread embroidered with golden dragons. The pillow shams were made in the same way. Over and around the bed hung a black gauze canopy. Under her bare feet, Kathy felt the thick wool of a black carpet. On either side of the bed were ebony tables. Occupying the far corner was an intricately carved chair, which appeared to be more like a throne. It was richly upholstered in black and gold silk. In it sat Madam Khe. She wore a silk gold dressing gown trimmed in black. Her feet rested on a small footstool. On them were black sling back heels. A gold ribbon held them to her instep. Her bright red painted toes were bare.

Miko whispered to Kathy who, bowing her head, approached the seated woman where she dropped to her knees and, crawling forward, touched her lips to Madam Khe’s feet. Then, she inched back, her head still bowed, her arms at her sides.

“Remove your gown,” Madam Khe ordered. With trembling fingers Kathy undid the clasp at her neck and pushed the gown from her shoulders. Except for her collar and the small metal cup that covered her clitoris, she was naked.