Marriage (14 page)

“Everything...I hate everything. I hate Abul.”

“Yes, but what disgusts you the most?” Frederick flicked the whip in her direction.

Kathy bowed her head and whispered, “His feet, and...and...when he...when he makes me lick his ass.”

“Of course,” Frederick said, “so what do you think I’m going to make you do?”

Kathy knew before he asked the question. “You will order me to...to...lick Jamie’s ass.”

“You are to refer to him as Master James and you are right. Crawl around behind him and ask him if you may lick his ass crack. If he spreads his ass cheeks, and he will, I want you to lovingly lick his ass crack and push your tongue into his hole. You’ve done that for Abul have you not?”

“Yes, I’ve done it for Abul.”

“While you are servicing his ass, I want you to reach between his fine legs and masturbate that splendid prick until he cums.” He waited. Kathy didn’t move. “Damn your arrogance!” Frederick shouted. Rising and stepping forward, he brought the crop down across Kathy’s breasts. She screamed and fell back. He waited a moment, then nudged her with his shoe. Slowly, she got to her knees and crawled to Jamie. “Please, Master James,” she said, “may I lick your...your...ass crack?” The tall black man glanced at Frederick, then looked down at Kathy and reached back to part his cheeks.

Kneeling behind him, Kathy inched forward. His furrow was black as ebony and hairless. He smelled slightly of perspiration, otherwise his crack was clean. Although she tried to prevent it, she felt herself becoming aroused. Her nipples stiffened and she could feel the heat in her pussy. As he held his ass cheeks apart, she began to lick his dark crack. At the same time she reached between his legs to place both hands around his thick cock. She stroked him as she licked.

Frederick watched from his chair, the dog beside him. After several minutes Frederick shouted to her, “Now, bitch, drive your tongue into his hole!” Obediently, Kathy pushed the tip of her tongue into the moist opening. As she did so, she felt him jerk violently and could feel the jism shoot in great, thick spurts from his cock. When, at last, he finished there was, on the wood floor in front of him, a spreading puddle of milky cum.

Frederick waved a hand at Jamie who, without even a glance at Kathy, strode to the door. She heard it close and lock behind him. Kathy turned to face her tormentor. “Get on your hands and knees. I want you on all fours like the dog you’re destined to become.” Kathy, who had been kneeling, placed her hands on the floor in front of her. “Since you are responsible for making that mess, I want you to clean it up.”

“But how?”

“Why in the same way your companion here wants to...with your tongue, my pet, with your tongue.” He saw that she was about to protest. Before she could utter a word, he stood again and started toward her, the crop raised over his head.

Kathy turned quickly and, feeling as if she might vomit, lowered her head to the coagulating puddle. In trying to lick it up long strands slid from her tongue. Behind her she heard Frederick laughing. “You must do better or you’re going to feel the crop on your titties,” he called. She discovered the only way she could do what he wanted was to press her open mouth to the floor and suck the jism into it. Even that was not successful. She began to retch. “Damn you!” Frederick yelled. “If you vomit, you’ll bleed for it! Back away!”

Frederick calmed.

“If Satomi gives you to my uncle, Mrs. Ryan, you will be eager to lick Jamie’s spunk. You will learn to lap it up like a dog, then sit beside me and lick my hand in gratitude. I would dearly like to have another pet, Mrs. Ryan. I want it to be you.”

From out of the shadows the two female servants appeared. “They will take you to your quarters,” Frederick said. “Follow them like an obedient dog, Mrs. Ryan, on all fours.

Back in her room, they bathed Kathy again and gave her a strong sedative. She slept but was visited by strange dreams. It seemed for a space of time there were figures in her room, shadowy, indistinguishable and someone speaking. A low but distinct voice kept repeating a phrase over and over. She felt herself forming the same words but not hearing herself say them. What the words were, she didn’t know or immediately forgot. Later there was music, not music exactly but five discordant notes. These, too, were repeated until they lulled her into a deep restless sleep.

Chapter Six
– Choices

The next afternoon, the same two black servants awakened Kathy. After she’d taken another hot bath, they massaged her body for two hours. Neither of them spoke. They rubbed a variety of ointments into her skin and carefully injected a healing salve into her anal passage and spread it over her nipples. As they left, Ms. Foster entered. Kathy sat, naked, at the dressing table. The gaunt woman stood before her. “Doctor Gruber was pleased with your performance, as were his guests. Frederick was especially taken with you.”

Remembering Frederick, the skeleton-like sadist with the horrible pockmarked face sent a shudder through her body. She recalled his dog and the tall mindless Negro. Then there was all that crazy talk about wanting to make her a pet like the dog.
‘My God,’
she thought,
‘Frederick was worse, much worse, than any of the others’!
She looked up at Ms. Foster, “He’s insane, isn’t he?”

“Why of course, but don’t think for a minute that makes any difference.” Ms. Foster pointed to the array of cosmetics on the table. “Make yourself look desirable. Wear the street clothes you had on when you arrived but no stockings, panties, or bra. In one hour you are to meet with the Doctor. I will return to take you to him.” Without waiting for a response, she left. Kathy heard a key turn in the lock.

Exactly one hour later Mrs. Foster returned. She observed Kathy critically, “Good,” she said. “You look like the highly educated, wealthy, sophisticated woman you really are.” Kathy was about to thank her but Mrs. Foster held up her hand and continued, “But you are not quite what you appear to be, isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan? Last evening we witnessed not what you are but what you are in the process of becoming.” Kathy didn’t answer. Mrs. Foster continued to look at her. A thin smile crossed her lips. “Yes, you’re an interesting woman, Mrs. Ryan. A work in progress.” Kathy felt the color rise to her cheeks. Mrs. Foster abruptly turned toward the door, “Follow me. Before your interview with the Doctor, I’ve been instructed to show you something.”

They went single file down a long dark hallway at the back of the mansion. At its end, Mrs. Foster unlocked a heavy oak door. Kathy followed her down a dimly lit pair of stone steps to a damp basement level. Another hall entered into a brightly lit room. The walls were formed of cut stone. Thick dark planking covered the ceiling. In the center of the room were two joined cages. In one stood Negra. As soon as Kathy entered, he began to whimper and claw at the wire of his cage. In the corner of the cage Kathy noticed the cloth she’d given him last night. “He knows the smell of your cunt,” Mrs. Foster said. “The animal wants you, Mrs. Ryan,” the older woman said dryly.

Kathy was about to turn away, but Mrs. Foster grabbed her arm and drew her closer to the empty cage. It was separated from Negra’s enclosure by a partition made of the same crisscross wires as the cages. It differed from Negra’s only in that there was a plastic covered mattress on the floor. Near the back corner of each cage a hole had been opened in the cement floor. “Toilets,” Mrs. Foster said. “Negra has been trained to urinate and defecate on his morning and afternoon exercise runs, but if he needs to go when he’s here, he’s learned to use his toilet.”

“But why...” Kathy began.

“Why have I brought you here?” Mrs. Foster interrupted. “I’ve brought you here to show you the cages; one occupied by the dog, the other empty.” She turned back toward to stairs motioning for Kathy to follow. “The Doctor will explain,” she said. Behind her, Kathy could hear the dog whimpering and clawing at his cage.

She followed Ms. Foster along a different hallway to Doctor Gruber’s study. Like the other rooms she’d seen, heavy damask drapes were drawn over the windows. To her right, a fire blazed in the huge stone fireplace. The walls were lined with books. Behind a massive oak desk sat the cadaverous Doctor looking even paler and thinner than she’d remembered. His long white fingers were clasped together on the desktop. His dark eyes appraised her. He nodded toward a chair that faced the desk. Trying to hide her fear, she sat adjusting her skirt over her bare knees and keeping her legs pressed together. Gruber permitted himself a weary smile, “Modesty becomes you, Mrs. Ryan. Even though you’ve been forced to degrade yourself in unimaginable ways, you’ve remained a lady. Others, like yourself, quickly turn into sluts. Since Mr. Satomi has no use for sluts, they tend to disappear.” He nodded in approval. “It’s easy to see why he values you.” Gruber paused, continuing to stare at her until she lowered her eyes. “Indeed,” he said, “you are an essentially modest young lady and an exceptionally beautiful one...two fine qualities.” He leaned forward, “I have also noticed that, in spite of all their efforts at the Facility, they have not broken your spirit, have they?”

Kathy looked up, but said nothing. “At your trial,” Gruber continued, “you were so determined to avoid being given to Abul, you managed to fool Mr. Satomi.” He paused again, clicking his long fingernails against the polished desktop. Kathy recalled the cold, waxy taste of his fingers in her mouth. “Of course, Mr. Satomi now realizes your submissive behavior at the trial was a clever pretense. He understands why you would employ desperate measures to keep from becoming the property of Abul.” He leaned toward her, “But Mr. Satomi is a proud man. You are the only one of his subjects who managed to deceive him.” Kathy lowered her head trying to suppress a smile. Gruber noticed. “Ah, Mrs. Ryan, do not indulge yourself. Believe me, we will break your spirit.”

Kathy lifted her head, “Yes, doctor, you might...with force or drugs.”

“Certainly. In fact, we did once. Do you remember the night Abul, your former limousine driver, was sent to your house in order to obtain your contract?”

Kathy was vaguely aware that Abul had come to her house and that Miko was also there. She recalled needles and Miko’s voice. After that, her mind was a blank. She remembered that there were needles again on her first night at the Facility and later Miko told her something about being drugged and hypnotized. But she had no recollection of anything else. “Abul was in my house. I didn’t want him there. He brought with him the Korean woman named Miko. That’s all I remember.”

“Well, it’s probably best that you have no memory of what happened after Miko injected you. Incidentally, I prepared the drugs. On a one-to-ten point scale that drug would rate a four. I have others that are at least a ten. Jamie, your mindless friend of last night, has experienced them. So, Mrs. Ryan, we could use drugs that would completely destroy your will. We could quite easily turn the very bright, very independent Mrs. Ryan into Frederick’s obedient pet and Negra’s companion.”

“No!” Kathy shouted, “You wouldn’t! You couldn’t. That’s like murder!”

“You are quite correct. The Mrs. Ryan I see sitting before me would no longer be. Her splendid body would not change. Her trained mouth and sphincter and cunt would be the same. But the bright eyes would be blank. The intelligent mind would be empty.” He waited a moment wanting her to realize the full meaning of what he’d said. “However, Mr. Satomi will not permit such measures, at least not immediately. He does believe that, with Frederick’s help, I might succeed even without the drugs. Neither Frederick nor I want to employ drugs. Mindless creatures like Jamie, no matter how well formed, tend to be rather dull. We’d prefer to break your spirit, not destroy your mind.”

Kathy started to rise, “You mean I’m to be given to you!”

“That is one of two options Mr. Satomi has asked me to present you with. I assured him that if you were to stay here, within three months you would be as decorative and as docile as one of my sculptures...that you would be quite content to sit at Frederick’s side and lick his hand. That you would be eager to entertain at my parties.” Kathy was about to object but Gruber interrupted, “Last night, without drugs, you were nothing but an object...a lovely receptacle...our little Barbie doll. After a few months with me, that’s exactly what you will become.” He paused and stared at her. “Frederick wants you to be his pet. I like to give Frederick what he desires.”

Kathy felt he could be right. The lunatic ranting of Frederick last evening were to be taken seriously. Gruber and his insane nephew frightened her more than any men she’d known, more even than Satomi. She sat back, trying to compose herself. Taking a deep breath, she asked, “You mentioned two options. What is the second one?”

“Either you agree to submit to my training for a period of three months or you agree to marry Abul.”

No!” Kathy shouted, her eyes blazing, “I won’t! I won’t agree to either!”

“Mr. Satomi anticipated that would be your response. If you don’t agree to one of his propositions, then Mr. Satomi has ordered that your sister-in-law be given to me. Apparently, she has proved much more resistant to the training at the Facility than they had anticipated.” Kathy tried to hide the slight flicker of a smile that crossed her lips, but Gruber noticed. “Since she’s such a difficult case, she will be given to me, not for a few months but for as long as Frederick and I have uses for her.”

“No,” Kathy whispered, as much to herself as to Gruber, “that can’t happen.”

“I understand this little novitiate, Mary Margaret, is not only extremely pious, but is also quite young and beautiful. They tell me she’s still a virgin. Remarkable! An innocent virgin...very rare in these times, Mrs. Ryan.” He paused. “Of course, when she’s given to me, I will then give her to my dear nephew who will, in turn train her to be Negra’s female companion.” Kathy hung her head, the tears streaking her cheeks. Gruber permitted her to cry for several minutes.