Marriage (11 page)

He turned toward Kathy and drew the tips of his fingers down the side of her cheek. He leaned over to look unblinking into her eyes. She felt her heart race and her skin flush. He placed a long, pointed fingernail on her mouth. She parted her lips and felt his finger, cold and waxen, slide between them. He turned his head toward the guests who had moved forward. “You see,” he smiled, “it sucks.” The men and women laughed. He withdrew his finger and ran the sharp nail over the curve of Kathy’s breast. Immediately, her smooth pink nipples swelled. “Notice how quickly it responds,” he said. “And its nipples...notice how exquisitely long they are.”

A fat man in his sixties picked up one of the paddles. It was made of black rubber and looked like a child’s long-handled sand shovel. “If we can’t whip its cute behind...” he touched Kathy’s nipple with the flat shovel end of the paddle. She flinched and drew in her breath.

“Yes, of course,” Gruber said. “These, too, are fun to play with.” He held up one of several similar whips.

“It looks like...like...what do you call it...a whiskbroom, a very long one,” a woman commented.

“Indeed, it is very like a whisk broom,” Gruber explained. “The semi-stiff strands are loosely gathered at the handle. Applied lightly on the breasts or the pretty pink pussy, it stimulates. With a little more force it stings. If one strikes harder it marks the skin but seldom breaks it.”

“That’s when the Barbie will cry for us,” another woman giggled.

“Yes, I expect it will,” Gruber brushed Kathy’s hair back. “Before the evening is over Barbie’s cheeks will, no doubt, be streaked with tears.”

The remote that controlled Kathy’s clitoral cap was on the table. Gruber held it before Kathy’s eyes. She nodded her head slightly, hoping he would make the brushes spin. Instead, he pushed the release button, and the cap fell into his open hand.

“Oh my!” someone gasped, “its clitty is swollen and red as a berry!”

“Look,” someone else said, “its pussy is running wet. Our Barbie is wet and hot already!”

The fat man who had touched her with the whip stepped closer. Two young women accompanied him. Except for a white fringe of hair, he was bald. His pendulous lips were slobbering. He smiled at Gruber. “I don’t think you’ve been introduced to my little playthings, Doctor Gruber.”

“Well, George, not these two. Are they new?”

“Yes, quite new.” He put his arm around the waist of the older of the two. “This is Marcy.” The blond girl was heavily made-up. She wore red open-toed heels, a short pleated red skirt, and a white transparent blouse. Kathy could see that the nipples of the girl’s bare breasts had been painted bright red. “And this,” the fat man turned to the other girl, “is Darcy who tells me she just celebrated her birthday. She’s a sweet one, isn’t she?” He pinched her cheek. “I know they’re legal but we pretend they aren’t,” he patted her head and chuckled. The two girls were dressed alike. The younger one was thinner and had brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and tied with a red ribbon. Kathy could see that the fat man was right; although they liked to behave like spoiled adolescents, they were old enough to know better. Kathy noticed that both girls had long fake fingernails, each painted a different color.

The girls were staring at Kathy and giggling. “Can we play with the doll?” Marcy looked up at the old man who still held her by the waist.

“I’m sure that’s why Doctor Gruber has brought it here.”

“Of course,” Gruber said. “It’s our plaything. You can do anything you want to it except touch its red button.”

The girls laughed, “You mean its clitty,” Darcy said.

“That’s right,” Gruber smiled down at her, “if you touch its clitty.....”

“It will cum!” Marcy shouted.

“Indeed, it will cum and it’s not allowed to cum.”

Kathy felt the color rise to her cheeks and the anger build inside her.
‘They are only children,’
she thought,
‘and made up to look like little whores.’
The fat man’s pudgy hands were squeezing the younger girl’s small breasts.
‘He is perverted,’ Kathy thought,... ‘depraved. And Gruber is worse than any of them!’.
She tried to rise, but the ropes and chains held her fast. Her eyes flashed angrily at Gruber, and she was about to speak. He frowned and shook his head. Kathy said nothing.

A tall thin man who looked like a younger version of Gruber moved into her line of vision. She saw that his face was horribly pockmarked. His black greasy hair hung down to his shoulders. Gruber introduced him to the fat man, “This is my nephew, Frederick. He’s just come over from a stay in London.”

Frederick acknowledged the introduction and turned his attention to the two girls. Both of them looked frightened and backed away. “Don’t worry little ladies,” Gruber said, “Frederick won’t hurt you, at least not tonight.” Gruber and George, the girls’ patron, chuckled. “I’m sure Frederick would rather play with our Barbie. Perhaps he can make her squeal for our amusement.”

“Yes, uncle,” Gruber’s nephew fingered several of the whips, “before the evening is over it will surely squeal for us.” He was holding one of the short whips that ended in what appeared to be a small rubber shovel. Quickly, he turned toward Kathy and with a sharp flick of his wrist, brought the end of the whip down on Kathy’s nipple. A shock of searing pain exploded in Kathy’s head. She jerked hard against the restraints and screamed. Frederick looked back at the smiling audience. “You see, it’s quite simple to make the Barbie squeal.”

The stinging pain had made Kathy’s nipple bright red. She gasped for breath. Frederick turned to her again and placed his hand on her breast. His fingers felt like ice. He twisted the injured nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He put his grotesquely pitted face close to hers. His black pinpoint eyes were sunken deep into his pale white skull. His thin lips were wet with spittle. Kathy tried to pull away but the chains held her fast. Frederick reached out and took her face between his cold hands. “Oh, yes, Miss Barbie,” he whispered, “you are in for a night of it. You are exactly what uncle promised me.” He brushed her hair back and tilted her head up so that she had to look into his grinning face. As she tried, unsuccessfully, to draw her shoulders forward, the ropes bit into them.

Frederick picked up the shovel whip and with a loud crack snapped it down on her other nipple. Again Kathy’s scream echoed through the room. “Barbie needs some lessons,” he glanced at his uncle before leaning close to her again. “You must never, never, try to protect your lovely breasts. They are to be thrust forward at all times. They are to invite the whip.” He trailed the end of the whip over her breasts and tapped it lightly on the throbbing nipples. “Do you understand? Just nod your head.”

Kathy, the tears streaming down her cheeks, tried to nod, but the high collar permitted almost no movement. Frederick stepped back. “Show us that you understand, you stupid thing,” he said, his voice rising. Kathy sat up straight and pulled her shoulders back as far as she could. “That’s better,” Frederick said. He handed Marcy, the older of the two girls, one of the whips made of stiff broom-like fibers. He gave a similar whip to the younger girl. “Here you are, ladies. Let us see if we can make Barbie hot and wet first. Whip her lightly so as to stimulate rather than cause pain. Let’s see if her nipples swell and her pussy begins to drip.”

Laughing, the girls began to slap Kathy’s breasts with the rigid whips, which stung and scratched but did not break the skin. Kathy’s long nipples still burning from the blows Frederick had delivered, quickly stiffened. The giggling girls spun the whips so that the unbending fibers fanned out against Kathy’s stomach and breasts. Like Frederick, they paused occasionally to stroke Kathy’s face and hair. “She’s just like a doll,” Darcy, cried, “only a live one.” Kathy felt their small hands fondling her breasts and teasing her vagina. Her breath came faster and she began to tremble. Nothing Madam Khe or Abul had put her through compared to this. The girl who was toying with Kathy’s breast had spoken the truth. Gruber had reduced her to nothing but a thing, a plaything, a living doll.

Soon, other guests began to feel her. Some of the men pushed their fingers into her mouth. Occasionally, one of the women would slap her nipple with the shovel whip as Frederick had done. The unexpected jolt of severe pain would cause her to jerk against the chains and cry out. Fingers were shoved into her vagina and then into her mouth. They were wet with her own juices. She sucked them clean. Her breasts were squeezed and pinched. At one point, Frederick made everyone stand back. He selected a stiff leather whip and announced that they were about to hear the Barbie scream again. He stood in front of Kathy, the whip coiled in his hand. He smiled and held the handle to her lips. She pressed her lips to it. “Ah, yes!” he cried, “She knows the sign of respect. Our little Barbie has felt the whip before.”

With a dramatic flourish, he stepped behind her. Suddenly Gruber came into Kathy’s line of view. He held up his hand. “One moment, Frederick.” He turned to the guests who had moved closer. “Dear friends, upon reading the manual that came with our plaything, I discovered that in order to function properly it needs frequent anal stimulation.” The audience laughed. “Some of you may have noticed a hole in the center of the platform on which our Barbie sits.” He moved to the table and selected a long, black vinyl dildo, which he held up. “I have had an anal stimulator like this installed inside the pillar. It is attached to a pneumatic pump.” The guests applauded. “Not only can the pump’s speed be regulated, but the stimulator itself can be made to vibrate, to twist, and to inflate. In fact, the ingenious device is able to do all three things at once!”

“Wonderful!” someone shouted.

“And the Barbie can’t move?” someone asked.

“No, not at all,” Gruber replied. “As you have seen, she’s securely bound and tightly anchored to the pillar. While I ream her lovely ass with this remarkable device, my dear nephew will apply the whip as only he can.” Once more the guests applauded.

“Doctor Gruber,” the man named George shouted, “are we to have her?”

“Why of course, of course,” Gruber chuckled. “After she’s been whipped and stimulated she will be most eager to accommodate. In fact if she could speak, I daresay she would beg to be taken. But I must remind you, she is not to cum in any natural way. Her swollen clitoris is not to be touched except, of course, with a whip, nor is her hot cunt to be penetrated. She will offer each of you men her anal opening and will use her talented tongue to satisfy the girls and ladies here tonight.” Gruber’s guests laughed again and began to talk excitedly to one another.

A shudder shook Kathy’s body.
My God,
she thought,
there must be twenty people here! I can’t, I can’t be expected to...
Her thought was interrupted by the loud crack of the whip against her back. At the same time she felt the dildo press against her sphincter. I won’t give these perverts the satisfaction of hearing me scream again or seeing me cry. As the thick vibrating device invaded her anal passage, she clamped her lips together and stared straight at the guests who were gathered close enough to touch her.

Behind her, Frederick paused and held up his hand to silence the audience, “It seems Barbie has decided to be stubborn,” he said. “I’ve tamed her kind before.” From the table he chose a thin riding crop. He raised his arm and the cutting whip left a mark across her shoulders. Kathy groaned inwardly and wrenched forward but the chains held her immobile. The black plastic penis continued to push far up into her and begin to inflate as it turned and vibrated. Her eyes widened and her breath came faster. Frederick moved quickly to her left side and, with a hard snap of his wrist, brought the crop down on her distended nipple. The lacerating pain tore a scream from her throat. Frederick moved to her right side and delivered a harder blow to her other nipple. Kathy’s scream echoed off the walls.

Frederick stood in front of her, pointing at her face. Tears streamed down Kathy’s cheeks. “There!” Frederick half turned to his audience giggling, “you see, the Barbie can scream and she can cry. She just needs a bit of persuasion.” He drew circles around her tortured nipples with the tip of the riding crop. “Does Barbie want more?” he grinned at her. Pleading with her eyes, she shook her head. He put down the crop and held his hand up to her lips. She kissed it. He turned toward Gruber, “Ah, uncle, if I had her for a month she would be following behind me on all fours like an obedient and loving dog.”

“And, dear nephew,” Gruber smiled, “every time you dropped your trousers?”

“She would hurry forward, eager to lick my ass. Isn’t that right, Barbie?” Playfully, he tapped her nipples with the crop. Terrified that he might strike her again, she nodded. He put down the crop and, brushing her hair away from her face, leaned close to her, “I intend to have you,” he whispered. “Uncle always gives me what I want.” He held two fingers up to touch her mouth. She parted her lips. His long fingers slid between them. Gruber turned a dial on the remote and the dildo began to pump in and out of her anus. He increased the rate of vibration causing it to swell until it pushed painfully against the walls of her rectal passage. Then, he deflated it. It plunged in and out of her, all the while twisting, vibrating, swelling, diminishing. She moaned deep in her throat while she sucked Frederick’s cold fingers. The guests crowded closer.

The two girls, Darcy and Marcy, began to bite her sore nipples. Their patron, George, picked up a flat paddle and smacked it against her inner thighs. She flinched but the spreader bar kept her knees widely parted. Frederick withdrew his fingers from her mouth and whispered something to the girls. They laughed and, while George stepped back, they took turns pushing their fingers into her vagina. “Oh my!” Darcy exclaimed holding up two glistening fingers, “Barbie is dripping wet!” She pushed her fingers between Kathy lips. “You like that, don’t you? You like the taste of your cunt?” Marcy asked. The dildo moved faster in and out of her ass. Kathy nodded. The younger girl took her fingers from Kathy’s mouth and slid her tiny hand down to cup Kathy’s breast, “Do you want us to play with your titties again?” Again, Kathy nodded. The girls moved to the side and bent their heads over Kathy’s breasts to suck her swollen nipples.