Marriage (12 page)

George stepped forward, “My dear Doctor,” he said as he stroked Kathy’s bare legs, “your Barbie has such exquisite skin and such firm thighs. See how quickly they blush.” He brought the flat paddle down hard, leaving a crimson welt. Kathy suppressed a scream. Tears, once more, began to flow down her cheeks. He continued to smack her until her inner thighs were flaming red. Kathy’s body jerked with each crack of the paddle. The dildo squirmed faster in and out of her anus. The young girls sucked and bit her sore nipples. Before her eyes the sea of laughing faces went in and out of focus.

Suddenly the dildo was withdrawn. Gruber tapped the two girls on their shoulders and they stepped back. George also moved away. Kathy was covered with a sheen of perspiration. She closed her eyes, her breath still coming in gasping sobs. From somewhere she heard Frederick’s nasal voice saying, “Shoulder’s back. Push your titties out.” Automatically, she forced her shoulders back.

Before speaking, Gruber gave her a few moments to recover. He held a flashlight on her open pussy. “You see, my friends, we’ve certainly succeeded in stimulating our little plaything. Why there’s even a big spot where she’s been dripping.” He pointed the light down to the spreading dampness between her legs. “It seems that in spite of her protests and tears, she is very much aroused.”

“I expect it was the whip, uncle,” Frederick said. “Our Barbie loves the whip.”

“You may be right, Frederick. I believe you could train her to cum at the sight of a riding crop.”

“I promise I will, uncle, if only you give her to me.”

“At the moment she’s not mine to give, but in time she might be. Patience, Frederick, patience.”

Kathy’s heart sank.
My God! They are both insane.
Gruber moved to stand beside her, facing the guests who had stepped back forming a half circle.

“I must remind you, ladies and gentlemen, that our Barbie is not some attractive slut we’ve hired for the evening. The woman you see before you, the woman who will soon service all of you, is indeed, your social equal.” He paused to stroke Kathy’s breast. Some of the guests chuckled. “Not many months ago, our Barbie, was married to a fine young man. She has two degrees from an excellent university. She is also quite wealthy, worth, I believe, in excess of five million dollars.” The guests murmured among themselves. “Is that not correct?” Gruber directed his question to Kathy. She opened her eyes and nodded. “You should also know,” Gruber continued as he rolled her distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger, “that she was not forced to come here...she chose to come.” He looked directly at her, his dark eyes burning, “Is that not also correct?” Again, she nodded. “Finally, after receiving all that stimulation, she is anxious to show her gratitude by offering her tight anus to all of the men here tonight and her sweet and talented tongue to all of the women. Is that not right, Mrs. Ryan? This time you may speak but, if you please, with a full answer.”

Kathy knew what she had to say. “Yes, Doctor Gruber,” her voice shook, “I will give myself to your friends. I...I...will do my best to please them.”

Quickly two servants unbound Kathy’s arms and removed the chains that held her to the pillar. They detached the spreader bar and helped her down. The thin heels wobbled and she almost fell. They held her until she was able to stand. The pillar was slid out of the way and rolled into its place was something that looked like an elongated upside down saddle. Its curved leather base was about thirty inches from the floor. It rested on rigid sling supports. Gruber held Kathy’s arm and pointed toward it. “Can you walk?” he asked. Kathy nodded. Unsteadily, she crossed to the inverted saddle.

The servants positioned her so that the saddle extended from her shoulders to the base of her spine. Her head was tilted back slightly and rested on a pillow. Once more, the spreader bar was attached by cuffs to each ankle. Then, a wire descended from the ceiling just over Kathy’s head. The wire ran through a pulley. The servants hooked the wire to the spreader bar, then they cranked the other end around a drum. Kathy’s legs were pulled up and back until her ass cheeks lifted slightly off the saddle. A wide leather belt was fastened tightly around her waist and her wrists buckled into restraints attached to each side of the belt. “If you promise not to turn your head away from whatever is offered to you, I think we might remove the collar,” Gruber looked down at her.

“I promise,” Kathy said. They unbuckled the hateful collar. Kathy turned her head from side to side, then looked up into the skull like face of the Doctor, “Thank you,” she said. At a signal from Gruber, the servants ushered the guests into a large adjoining room.

When they were gone, Gruber knelt down beside her. “Yes, that’s right. You are to thank everyone who takes you, men and women. If they want you to beg them to fuck your ass or to be permitted to lick whatever they wish you to lick, you are to beg. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Doctor, I understand.”

“One thing more. I could have presented your ass to them without the spreader bar, with your ankles cuffed together. The bar is there to open your cunt, but no one is to fuck your cunt. The only way you might cum is if some of the woman chose to whip it while you service them. You want to cum, Mrs. Ryan, you want very much to cum?”

“Yes, but...”

“Only with the whip,” he interrupted.

Kathy stared up at him. She felt her nipples stiffen and the heat spread down to her crotch. He trailed the long pointed fingernails of one hand up over her breast and neck and cheek. A tremor coursed through her body. “Yes, Doctor, I want very much to cum,” she said.

“Good,” he said. “We will move into the other room for drinks and conversation. The guests will visit you two at a time, a man and a woman. They will use you. You are here to be used by my guests and, if they wish, to be abused by them. I trust you will not disappoint either them or me.”

“At the Facility, they trained me well,” she said.

“You know who and what you are...what you’ve become?”

“Yes, doctor, I know who and what I am. I know what I’ve become.”

“My nephew, Frederick, will come to you last. He has asked me to leave you alone with him.”

“Oh God, Doctor...please...please...,” she began to protest.

He cut her off, “As you’ve no doubt noticed, Mrs. Ryan, I can refuse him nothing.” He crossed to the door and closed it behind him.

In the ceiling, angled down but not shining in her eyes, was an amber spotlight. Next to it hung a video camera, which would record her ordeal for Satomi. After a few minutes, the first couple stood looking down at her. They appeared to be in their mid forties. The woman was angular, her face heavily made up, her hair obviously dyed a honey blond. Her painted lips spread in a wide grin as she held a thin whip, much like a small riding crop, before Kathy’s eyes. The man had a round boyish face, red cheeks, and a snub nose. His little eyes glittered as he reached down to squeeze Kathy’s breasts. “The good Doctor suggests we abandon the Barbie charade and, since you are an educated woman of some social standing, we call you by your given name.” He paused to pinch her sore nipples. His hand was hot and damp. “So, Mrs. Ryan, tell us what you are waiting for.”

“I...I...wish to please the Doctor’s guests,” Kathy stared at the whip, her voice trembling.

The woman saw the fear in Kathy’s eyes. She drew the whip across Kathy’s spread pussy. “And just how, Mrs. Ryan, do you propose to satisfy me?”

“I’ll lick you. I...I...mean if you will be kind enough to...to...allow me to make love to your...to your....,” Kathy couldn’t finish.

“To my cunt. Say it, bitch!”

“I would be grateful if you would permit me to...to...lick your cunt,” Kathy whispered, the color rising to her cheeks.

The woman removed her long skirt and straddled Kathy’s head. Kathy heard the man unbuckle his belt and push down his trousers. She felt the tip of his cock against her sphincter. “And what of me?” he asked.

“Please, sir, please fuck my ass,” Kathy said. Immediately, she felt his thick cock thrust against her opening and into her passage.

The woman lowered her cunt to Kathy’s mouth. With the fingers of one hand, she parted her own labial lips exposing the slick purple gash. The fetid odor made Kathy wretch. With a quick flick of her wrist, the woman brought the end of the small whip down across Kathy’s swollen clitoris. The searing white-hot pain shot through Kathy’s body. She opened her mouth to scream but the woman shut it off by brutally grinding her pelvis against Kathy’s face. Kathy’s body bucked and thrashed against the restraints. The woman lifted up. Kathy gasped for breath. “Do you like the smell of my cunt?” she hissed.

“Yes...yes...,” Kathy gasped, “I like it...truly, madam, I like the smell of your cunt.”

The woman began to lower herself again while trailing the whip over Kathy’s raw clitoris. She stopped several inches above Kathy’s mouth. “If you’re hungry for the taste, you’ll have to raise your head.” The fat man was grunting and pounding his cock into her. Kathy lifted her head straining to reach the woman’s gaping pussy with her tongue. She licked furiously, hoping to make the woman cum quickly. The woman flicked the whip lightly against the pink flesh of Kathy’s vagina. The whip stung but also brought the familiar tingling sensation, which flowed into her swollen clitoris. Suddenly the woman stood up. Still straddling Kathy’s face, she looked down at her. “I want you to lick my asshole,” she said.

Kathy heard the man cry out and felt him pumping his cum into her. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked at the woman. “No, please...I...I can’t do that,” she pleaded.

The woman teased Kathy’s clitoris with quick, sharp taps of the whip. Then, suddenly she stopped. Kathy strained to lift her pelvis toward the whip. The woman smiled down at her. “Only if you beg to lick my asshole,” she said.

Kathy tried to catch her breath, “Please, madam...please,” she whispered hoarsely, “I beg you, madam, let me...let me...kiss you there. Allow me to lick your...your...asshole.”

“You really want to do it, don’t you, Mrs. Ryan? Let me see it in your eyes. Let me hear it in your voice, or else I’ll just go away.” Once more, she lightly flicked the whip against Kathy’s open pussy.

“Yes...oh, yes,” Kathy said desperately, “I really want to do it. I want very much to do it. Please...I...I...want to taste you there.”

The woman laid aside the whip and reaching back, spread her bony ass cheeks. Slowly she lowered her hairy ass crack over Kathy’s mouth. Kathy shut her eyes and tongued the woman’s hole relieved that it was clean and slightly perfumed. Kathy was required to lick for a long time. After awhile the woman picked up the whip and inched forward until Kathy’s mouth was again filled with her dripping cunt. With the whip, the woman began to strike Kathy’s pussy, lightly at first then harder. Kathy sucked at the woman’s clitoris. As the woman began to cum, she brought the whip down faster and harder. Kathy felt herself rise above the pain and, crying out, she had an intense orgasm that racked her body.

Vaguely she remembered thanking both of them. Servants were sent in to wash her with warm scented cloths and to wipe her tear stained face and reapply her lipstick. As soon as they left, another couple stood over her. Then there was another, and another. Kathy lost count. Her cunt was whipped to an orgasm three more times. One of those was by the girls, Darcy and Marcy, while their fat patron shoved his little sausage of a prick into her anus. Both girls had a soft down of pussy hair and puffy little labial lips. They, too, took great delight in whipping her pussy. They also forced her to lick their tight pink assholes. “Did you love licking our little rosebuds?” Darcy giggled. “Tell us Mrs. Ryan.”

“Yes, I did,” Kathy’s face was wet with their secretions, “I loved licking your rosebuds.”

“And did you love Papa George’s dick up your ass?” Marcy leaned over her.

“I did. I loved his dick up my ass.”

“Are you rich and educated like the Doctor said?”

“Yes, what he said is true.”

“And is it true what they say, are you now the whore of an ignorant Afghani who murdered your husband?” Darcy asked.

“And do you often suck his cock and kiss his stinky feet?” Marcy giggled.

Kathy stared up into their painted childish faces, “Yes, I am now his whore. I suck his cock as often as he wishes. I kiss his feet to show him respect.”

“Open your mouth,” Marcy ordered. Kathy parted her lips. “Wider,” the girl demanded. Kathy did as she was told. Suddenly, Marcy spit into Kathy’s open mouth.

“Swallow it!” Darcy cried, and struck Kathy’s pussy with the crop. They leaned close to watch her swallow then, laughing, they skipped toward the door. George followed. When she had serviced the last of them, she was left alone for half an hour. She knew that the worst was yet to come. Gruber’s nephew was certainly psychotic. She was afraid that he would do her serious harm, possibly even kill her. She struggled against the restraints, but it was useless.

Suddenly the two black female servants were standing over her. They moved quietly on bare feet. “We make you ready for Master Frederick,” the taller one said. They released her and removed all of the restraints along with her shoes. They led her, completely naked, to a far corner of the room where a portable tub had been placed. “Take bath,” one of the women said. Gratefully, Kathy submerged herself in the warm water. She was given a bottle of heavily scented liquid soap and a cloth. When she finished, the two women dried her with huge white towels. They made her bend over the tub while they rubbed her anal opening with a soothing slave. They applied a healing lotion to her sore nipples and to the few red whip marks that remained. Finally, they sat her down at a small make-up table on which was an array of cosmetics. After brushing her hair, one of the women pointed to the lipsticks, eye shadow, mascara, and powders. “Not too much,” she said. “Mr. Frederick wants natural look, pretty, but natural.”