The Facility (6 page)

Behind her, Kathy heard Swart grunting. Silently, she counted. At ten the whip whistled through the air and raised another long red welt on the pale quivering cheek of her ass. She tried not to scream, but the searing pain tore a cry from her throat just as the stimulator sent an electric shock of pleasure to her brain. The blows came faster now, at five-second intervals. With each crack of the whip, Kathy tried desperately to twist away, but since only the tips of her toes touched the floor, she could not. Tears streamed down her face. The pain was unbearable, but just as bad was her need to cum. Miko watched her carefully, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm each time the dwarf struck. There were now more than twenty welts crisscrossing her ass cheeks.

Suddenly, the blows stopped. Kathy’s head hung down. Her body twitched and trembled. Miko moved forward to hold the remote up to Kathy’s face. “You want to cum?” It was a moment before Kathy realized what she had asked.

“Oh God, yes, please.” Kathy’s voice was a raspy whisper.

“Two things you must do.” Kathy nodded. “Must push ass out. Invite the whip. Wiggle ass. Beg for whip. Next, if I let you cum must ask dwarf to fuck your ass.” Miko quickly turned the stimulator on and off. Kathy gasped and groaned. “Agree or not?” Miko asked.

Kathy nodded. “Agree,” she murmured.

Miko signaled to Mi Jong who paid out enough rope to allow Kathy to stand. Then she let out more slack so Kathy could lean forward and hold onto the whipping post. “Stand on toes, bend back, push ass out,” Miko said. Kathy bent her knees slightly and did as Miko had directed. “Shake ass,” Miko ordered. She gave Kathy another instant of pleasure. “Beg for whip,” Miko smiled down at her.

Hardly able to speak, the tears streaming down her face, Kathy began to move her ass from side to side, then in a circular motion. “Please,” she croaked, “whip me.”

Abul and Narimov laughed. Swart, whose stiff cock now swung back and forth like an ebony stick, drew back his arm and brought the whip down hard. Miko turned the dial. Again the crack of the whip and the jolt of pleasure. Again and again the whip whistled then bit into Kathy’s tender flesh until she passed over the threshold of pain and could only feel her first orgasm building.

At a signal from Miko, Mi Jong released the ropes. Kathy placed her hands on her knees and bent lower, raising her ass and wiggling it while the whip began to draw beads of blood from the welts it had already made. Miko turned the dial on the remote as far as it would go. In a moment, Kathy’s orgasm erupted violently. Fiery spasms of intense pleasure wracked her body. She held on to the whipping post oblivious to everything but the hot blinding frenzy that she thought surely would consume her. Never had an orgasm affected her like this. As it subsided, she crumpled to the floor, her breath coming in choking sobs.

They allowed her a few minutes to recover, then Miko gestured to the dwarf who dragged Kathy’s limp body across the floor where she laid facing Abul and Narimov. Swart took her by the hair and jerked her head up. He held the whip handle in front of her face. She leaned forward to kiss it. “Thank him for whipping you,” Abul said.

“Thank you for whipping me,” Kathy whispered.

“Isn’t there something else you want him to do for you?” Abul asked.

“I...I...don’t think I...”

“Then maybe we will have Swart whip you again. Maybe we will have him cut your painted nipples with his whip.”

Painfully Kathy got to her knees. Then, lowering her head to the stone floor, she said, “Please, Swart, fu...fu...fuck my...my...ass.” The dwarf squatted down in front of her holding his stiff cock in one hand. With the other, he again grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. She saw that his black penis was scarred with raised ridges. She recoiled from the smell. It was slimy with sweat. He jerked her head forward. She parted her lips, and he pushed the swollen knob of his cockhead between them.

Abul and Narimov looked down at them and laughed. The foul matter under the dwarf’s foreskin mixed with the sweat and her saliva. She wanted desperately to spit it out, but was afraid. Not opening her eyes, she swallowed. He fucked her mouth slowly for a few minutes. Narimov leaned forward to watch the slimy black prick slide between her swollen lips.

Suddenly the dwarf stepped back and pushed her head to the floor. He scrambled behind her making grunting noises. When he grabbed her lacerated ass cheeks to spread them, she cried out in pain. Again, the men laughed. “Ram her, my boy!” Narimov shouted. Swart drove his prick into the tiny red painted hole. Kathy tried to scream. Nothing came out but a guttural hissing sound. After five hard strokes, the dwarf came in her ass.

When he finished, Kathy crawled back toward the post where Miko and Mi Jong stood waiting. Kathy was sure they would help her back to her room. Instead, Miko knelt down beside her. “You must show respect. You must do now what you refused to do before.” Kathy shook her head. “If you refuse a second time, Abul will have you whipped until you pass out. When you come to, he will have you whipped again. Maybe all night you feel the whip.” Once more, the tears flowed down Kathy’s cheeks. Her ass felt as if it were on fire. A sharp pain throbbed in her rectal passage. She wanted to vomit.

Abul clapped his hands. “Do not crawl to us,” he shouted. “You are the lowest of the low. Come to us with your breasts and belly on the floor.” Miko pushed her around to face them. Except for her collar and the small stimulator cap, she was naked. She stretched out full length on the floor. The stones were cold and damp against her skin. She dragged herself toward them. “Mr. Narimov first,” Abul said.

Slowly she pulled herself to the bare feet of the fat politician. She saw that his feet, like Abul’s, were dirty and damp with sweat. She raised her head and touched her closed lips to one, then the other. She turned toward Abul and inched forward until she was staring at his toes. The long ragged toenails were thick with grime. As she had with Narimov, she quickly touched her mouth to his right foot. Before she could move to the left, he stopped her. “Not good enough,” he said. “Wet your lips first. When you show me your respect, I want you to part your lips and kiss my foot until you count to ten. Also, American woman, I want to feel your hot tongue. Look up at me first, then do what you have been told.” Kathy lifted her head. She licked her swollen lips. He nodded. She lowered her mouth to his foot and parting her lips she pressed them against his foot. With her tongue, she tasted the sweat and filth.

“Now the other one,” Abul said. “I want you to hold my foot in your hands. Only this time I want you to kiss my toes. I want to feel your tongue in the space between them. Look up at me.” Once more, Kathy lifted her head. “Wet,” Abul said. Kathy licked her lips. “It might help, Mrs. Ryan,” he said, “If you pretend you are kissing the mouth of your husband. Hold my foot like it was his handsome face. Kiss between my toes just as you use to kiss his lips, you understand...lovingly.” She clenched her fists. He saw in her eyes a flash of anger and hatred. He pointed to the floor.

Bowing her head, she reached forward and with both hands held his foot. She leaned over it and, parting her lips slightly, she pressed them against the cleavage that separated his first and second toe. She pushed her tongue into the moist odious place between them. Again, she counted to ten as she tasted the sweat and filth of him. She could feel the gorge rise in her throat. “Good,” Abul said. He laughed and nudged Narimov. “Did you enjoy it, Mrs. Ryan? Did you imagine you were kissing your husband? Or perhaps, Mrs. Ryan, you found your lips on my toes and your tongue between them even more exciting than the mouth of your young American husband? Yes, Mrs. Ryan? I’m waiting for an answer.”

She knew what he expected her to say. “Yes, it was more exciting.”

“What was more exciting, Mrs. Ryan? You must learn to be more precise.”

“Kissing your feet was more exciting,” she said.

“Not good enough, Mrs. Ryan. Tell us, more exciting than what? And I think you did more than bestow a simple friendly kiss, yes? Get up on your knees. We like to see a rich American woman kneeling naked before us.” Kathy struggled to her knees, her head bowed. “Now answer and speak loud enough for us to hear.”

“Kissing your toes as I would kiss the mouth of my husband when we were making love...” She stopped.

“Go on,” Abul ordered.

“Tasting you ... pushing my tongue down between your toes to taste you there was more exciting than making love to my husband.” Kissing his repulsive feet and being forced to say these words was worse, she thought, than the whip.

Abul and Narimov laughed. Narimov clapped his host on the shoulder. “I think, old friend, that you and my dwarf’s whip have broken the American woman’s spirit.”

“Not quite,” Abul replied, “but she is not the arrogant bitch she was an hour ago, are you, Mrs. Ryan?”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No, Master.”

“A few more questions for our amusement, then maybe we’ll let you go unless we decide to have you beaten again.”

“Please, no more punishment.”

“But, Mrs. Ryan, we all saw the way you aroused the dwarf by shaking your ass at him. We heard you beg for his whip. We watched you cum as he whipped you. Tell us the truth. Have you ever experienced an orgasm as powerful as the one we witnessed tonight?”

“No, Master, never.” The knowledge that this was true terrified her.

“We also heard you beg Swart to fuck your ass. Did you like it, Mrs. Ryan, did you like the dwarf’s long black cock up your ass?”

She felt if she told them what they wanted to hear they would soon let her go. “Yes,” she said.

“Not good enough!” Abul was becoming angry.

“Yes, I liked his long black cock in my ass.”

Abul looked across to Swart and gestured for him to come forward. The ugly dwarf dripped with sweat. His lopsided face twitched. Rheumy yellow matter oozed from his empty eye socket. His thick lips were flecked with spittle. He crossed to them, carrying the whip. His cock and testicles were still exposed.

“Look at him, Mrs. Ryan, isn’t he a fine specimen of a man? Certainly, after what we saw tonight, he’s more of a man than your late husband was? Yes?”

Kathy glanced up at the creature that was more beast than man. Quickly, she looked away. “Yes Master, Swart is more of a man than my husband was.”

Smiling, Abul turned to Narimov, “They make a handsome couple, my friend, don’t you think?”

“Ahh, yes,” Narimov nodded his head. “And it’s obvious that the American woman finds him both attractive and desirable. I wouldn’t be surprised to discover that she’s fallen in love with my faithful servant.”

“We should encourage a union between them. Would you like that, Mrs. Ryan? Would you like our one-eyed friend here to take you as a lover?”

She knew what they wanted her to say. Without looking up, she whispered, “Yes, I would like Swart to take me as his lover.”

“Good, Mrs. Ryan, very good!” Abul exclaimed. “Imagine it, Narimov,” he said, poking his companion, “every night, after applying the riding crop to her white ass and breasts, he will shove his big black prick into her painted asshole while she fucks herself with the handle of his whip!” Both men laughed.

“I would like to see that,” Narimov chuckled.

“I’m sure Mrs. Ryan and her lover will be happy to perform for our amusement, won’t you, Mrs. Ryan?”

Tears formed and ran down her cheeks before she answered. “Yes.”

“You have been to college, Mrs. Ryan. Imagine you were to go to Swart’s room. There he is, naked, waiting for you. Tell us how you would make love to him. Perhaps, if we are satisfied with your description of how you would seduce your new lover, we will dismiss you.”

Kathy wiped away her tears, taking a few moments to envision the kind of scene they wanted her to describe. She couldn’t bear to look at the dwarf or at Abul. She bowed her head. “No, no,” Abul chided. “Look up at us. We want to see the passion in your eyes when you speak your new lover’s name.” The men laughed. “Begin,” Abul ordered as Kathy raised her head.

“I...I...would come to Swart...my lover, wearing something...something that revealed my body. I would have asked Miko and Mi Jong to rub me with perfumed oils and would have applied lipstick and eye make-up that I thought would please him.”

Again the men laughed. “Making herself beautiful for the ugly retard!” Narimov joked. He leaned forward. “Remember,” he said, “Swart is your lover. You must speak to him affectionately. What would you say, Mrs. Ryan? What would you call him?”

Kathy wanted this to be over more than anything. She ached everywhere and the burning pain of the whipping had not subsided. “I...I would say, ‘my ...my darling, I want to make love to you’. Then I would join him on the bed. I would undress slowly for him. I would say, ‘Let me love you’, and I would kiss him.”

“Take his tongue?” Abul asked.

“Yes, I would part my lips and take his tongue in my mouth.”

“You would do things to Swart you never did for your husband?” Narimov wanted to know.

“Yes, I would kiss Swart everywhere. Lick him. Suck his penis. Hold his testicles in my mouth. I would lie on my back, spread my legs and beg him to please take me.”

“And when my idiot dwarf was fucking you what would you say and do?” Narimov asked, grinning.

“I would say, ‘Swart, I want your cock in me. I want it all the time’. I would wrap my legs around him and I would cum with a powerful orgasm, and he would cum inside me. And when he finished, I would lie beside him while he slept, hoping he would awaken and take me again. I would be ready whenever my new lover wanted me.” Kathy bowed her head again and was silent, hoping her story pleased them enough so that they would let her go.