Marriage (19 page)

“I heard no words of gratitude,” Abul said.

Kim held out her other foot. “Say how you show respect to your mistress.”

Kathy kissed the toes then looked up into Kim’s sneering face, “Thank you, Miss Kim,” she said. “As you have taught me, I must show respect to my mistress by kissing her feet.”

The young Asian girl nodded, “Who is new mistress of this house?”

Kathy still held the arrogant girl’s foot, “You are the new mistress, Ms. Kim.”

“You obey me? You do what I say?”

“Yes, Ms. Kim. I do whatever you say.”

“I say kiss again,” She flexed her toes and laughed. Kathy hesitated, but then slowly lowered her head to Kim’s toes and kissed them again.

Kim held out her fingers to Abul, “I make Mrs. Ryan give me manicure and pedicure. Not bad, eh?”

Abul nodded, “With practice maybe we can get her a job in a beauty shop?”

“Maybe,” Kim said, “but I want her be my personal girl...manicure and pedicure twice a week. If she do good, I let her eat my pussy.” She nudged Kathy with her foot, “You like that, Mrs. Ryan. Like doing my nails? Like eating my pussy?”

Kathy glanced at Abul then bowed her head, “Yes, Miss Kim, I would like that,” she said.

“Like what? You got to learn to say the words. I like to hear rich American bitch say words to try to please me. You my servant now.”

Kathy raised her head to look into the heavily made up face of the Asian girl. She had determined to do and say anything to avoid being given to Gruber and his crazy nephew. “I’m sorry, Miss Kim. I would like very much to attend to your nails, to give you manicures and pedicures. I...I...also would like very much to give you pleasure ...to, as you say, eat your pussy.”

Abul had not taken his eyes from Kathy. His robe fell apart slightly and Kathy became aware that his horrible prick had started to stiffen. “Did you enjoy your visit with the Doctor, Mrs. Ryan?”

Not meeting his gaze she said, “No, Master Abul. He and his nephew are...are...”

“Insane,” Abul interjected. “But,” he continued, “Gruber is a brilliant man. Mr. Satomi thinks well of him. And Gruber’s determined to give his nephew whatever he wants.” He paused waiting for Kathy to respond. She nodded in agreement. “I understand,” Abul placed his bare foot on Kathy’s thigh causing her to flinch, “Doctor Gruber would like nothing better than to be able to give you to his relative. Isn’t that right?”

Slowly, he began to rub the rough calloused sole of his foot along Kathy’s bare thigh. She wanted to push it away but remained motionless and felt the color rise to her cheeks as her nipples stiffened. “Yes, Master, that’s how it seemed.” She looked into his ugly face pleading with her eyes, “But please, I beg you, don’t send me back. I couldn’t...I honestly couldn’t serve Gruber and Fredrick.”

“You would rather belong to me then?”

“Oh yes, Master Abul. I want to belong to you, to serve you. Please, don’t send me to...to Doctor Gruber.”

Abul put his arm around Kim and slid his hand inside her robe to fondle her breast. He grinned down at Kathy who was struggling to hold back the tears. “But you see, Mrs. Ryan, I have a woman. She’s obedient and she’s hot. She don’t put on airs. She don’t secretly think she’s better than me. She would never tell me to leave her house. She would never try to run away.” He looked up at Kim, “Ain’t that right?”

“Right. Never be like American bitch. Give you much respect. Give you all the sex you want...every kind of way.” Kim drew her pointed fingernails lightly down his cheek.

Kathy felt her hope dissolving . She’d defied Abul too often. She’d made him seem small. Even as she debased herself before him, she could never completely hide the contempt she felt for him. He had known this from the start, and she knew he felt it even now. He would never agree to marry her. But he had to...she needed to find a way to become his wife...whatever it took she had to find a way.

“Please, Master Abul,” she leaned forward and put her hands on his bony knees, “please let me suck your great prick.” She could see that it had become harder. She moved her hands along the inside of his thighs. “All the time I was at Doctor Gruber’s I thought about it....about your prick...the length and thickness of it, its manly smell and taste.” Tentatively she touched his heavy balls, “Please, Abul allow me to lick your testicles. Let me make love to your prick.” She reached out and held the base of his cock between her two small hands. She thought,
‘how much more must I debase myself? I’m here in my own house on my knees pleading with this murderer...begging to suck his horrible penis.’
A vision of Gruber’s nephew flashed into her mind. Looking up at Abul she wet her lips, “My mouth is hot, Master Abul. I am hungry for your cock. My lips are soft and loving. Please, please let me suck?”

Suddenly Kim grabbed Kathy hair and yanked it back twisting it so Kathy had to look up at her. Viciously, she spit in Kathy’s face. Kathy felt the warm saliva run down her cheek. “Who you think you are!” the girl shouted. “I boss lady here! I Abul’s woman! You nothing. You a fucking maid!” She let go of Kathy and turned to Abul, “She forget her fucking place. Second time she do that today. I want to whip her.”

Abul nodded, “Yes,” he chuckled, “but first she should put more wood on the fire and get us fresh drinks. Then, I think, she should ask you to punish her.”

Kim pushed Kathy’s shoulder with the toe of her shoe. “Do what Abul say and don’t wipe spit off.”

“Yes, Miss Kim,” Kathy whispered. She crawled to the fireplace and placed two logs on the flames. She began to crawl to the kitchen.

“Can stand up to bring drinks,” Kim said.

Kathy paused to look back at her tormentors, “Thank you, Miss Kim,” she said, then she stood and continued along the hallway. Lined up on the kitchen counter were a bottle of expensive bourbon, a bucket of ice, and two squat glasses. Kathy assumed the girl drank the same thing as Abul. She was about to wipe Kim’s spit from her cheek when she glanced at the ceiling. Two small cameras were recording her every move. She fixed the drinks, put them on a tray, and, still unsteady in the heels, she carried it down the hall and into the living room.

Silently, Abul and Kim watched her approach. After she’d served them, Abul pointed to the floor. Kathy got to her knees. “Take off that skirt and blouse. We want you to be naked.” No matter how often she’d done it, removing her clothes before Abul caused her to blush. Undressing in front of him had been bad enough at the Facility but it was much worse here in her own house. She had never been naked in this living room with Jeff. Their lovemaking had been confined to the bedroom. She placed her blouse and skirt on the floor beside her. “Take the position,” Abul ordered. Still kneeling, Kathy looked up at them and placed her hands behind her neck. She noticed that Abul’s long dark cock had again begun to harden. Immediately, her own nipples stiffened. She glanced away, the color returning to her cheeks.

Kim glared down at her, “You like showing off your tits and cunt, don’t you?”

Kathy shook her head, “No, Miss Kim, but I wish to do whatever pleases you and Master Abul.”

“It will please me to see you whipped,” Abul said. “Ask the new mistress of the house to do it.”

Trying to keep her voice from trembling Kathy turned slightly toward Kim who had finished most of her drink, “Miss Kim,” she said, “two times today I have momentarily forgotten that you are now the mistress of this house, and that I am your servant. Please forgive me. I should be punished.”

“How punished?”

“I ask that you please whip me.”

“Go to platform,” Kim pointed with the whip handle. Kathy crawled to the raised wooden platform and waited. Kim crossed to her and, nudging her with the whip said, “Get up on it. Ass to face Abul. Crawl under bar.”

When Kathy had positioned herself on the platform, Kim quickly secured her ankles and wrists in the leather cuffs. “Stick ass up high,” Kim said. “And bend back down low.” Kathy rested her head on the platform and lifting her ass, she lowered the small of her back as far as she could. Kim then brought the horizontal bar down until the ragged metal teeth pressed against Kathy’s skin. “Must hold still,” Kim said. “If you move, sharp edges cut you, cut you good.”

Kathy realized that the slightest movement would cause the wicked teeth to break her skin. At the Facility she had never been able to hold still while being whipped. A ball of fear formed in her stomach like a cold fist. Kim had come around to the front of the platform. She extended the whip handle. Kathy raised her head and kissed it. “You ever been whipped in your house?” Kim asked.

“No, never.”

“But want to feel whip now?”

“Yes.”

From behind her she heard Abul ask, “Why, Mrs. Ryan? Why do you want to be whipped?”

“Because...because I was disrespectful to Miss Kim...and...and because I know seeing me whipped will please you.”

“That is true,” Abul said. “I have to say, you have a desirable ass. Kim, notice how round and full it is. How firm and white. Do you wish you had such a fine ass?”

Kathy knew he was goading the girl, making her angry. Kim moved behind her. “Ass not be so pretty when I get through,” Kim said, her voice rising.

She jabbed Kathy’s foot with the whip handle, “Ask bitch, say please.”

Kathy swallowed hard, “Please whip me, Miss Kim,” she said.

The blows came hard and fast, each raising a livid red welt. Kathy bit her lip and grunted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her ass cheeks twitched and burned. Instinctively, she tried to move but the metal teeth dug into her back. She willed herself to remain still and soon the fire exploded in her head and seemed to send her beyond pain. Abul let the brushes spin over her wet clitoris. She felt a powerful orgasm beginning to build. Suddenly, Kim stopped whipping her and Abul stopped the brushes. Kathy was trembling and gasping. “Well?” Abul shouted.

“More,” Kathy rasped, “please whip me.”

“No,” Abul said. “You are not going to cum, at least not tonight.”

Kathy felt the bar lifted from her back and soon Kim had unfastened the restraints. Kathy stretched out to lay flat on the platform. They permitted her to rest for several minutes. “Crawl,” Abul ordered.

Slowly Kathy got to her knees. She was sure Kim’s whip had broken the skin on her ass cheeks, the burning had subsided to a painful ache. When she once more knelt between Abul’s spread legs she saw that his dark ugly prick had become rigid. He held it out to her, “Kiss it,” he said. “Kiss the head of it like you would kiss the lips of a lover or the lips of your husband.” Obediently, she pressed her lips to his odious cockhead. Abul glanced at Kim, “You see how Mrs. Ryan worships the prick of the man who murdered her husband?” He leaned over and put two fingers under Kathy’s chin tilting her head up. “Tell us, Mrs. Ryan, say the words and make us believe them.”

“Thank you, Master Abul,” she said, looking up into his leering face. “I...I...am honored to kneel before you. I am honored to worship your prick.” Deliberately, she circled her parted lips with her tongue. Kim stamped her foot. Quickly, Kathy turned toward her, “Thank you for whipping me, Miss Kim,” she said. “You have shown me where I belong. I gratefully accept my place as your servant. I promise to obey and respect you in all things.”

Abul leaned forward, “You are learning, Mrs. Ryan.”

Kim, who had been sitting on the arm of Abul’s chair, stood up. “I got to piss,” she said. “Let’s see how she obeys me, Abul. I want to use her mouth for my toilet?”

Kathy was about to protest, but Abul held up his hand, “Not tonight. Maybe sometime later,” he said. Angrily, Kim stormed down the hall.

Tentatively, Kathy put her hands around Abul’s stiff cock and gently began to stroke him. She wet her lips and raised her head to look into his impassive face. “Please Abul,” she said softly, glancing at the hallway, “please let me speak to you in private. There’s something important that...”

“Tomorrow,” he cut her off. “Your husband had an office here, right?”

“Yes, his den. It’s where he would work at home.”

“It’s my den, now is it not?”

“Yes, it’s yours now. Everything that was his is yours now. I am yours if you will have me.”

“When I send for you tomorrow to go there. No need to crawl. Miko will tell you what to wear.”

“Thank you, Abul.” She bent her head to kiss his prick.

“Now, I want to watch you lick Kim’s cunt. I want you to make her cum.”

Kathy couldn’t decide who she hated more, the arrogant, ignorant Vietnamese girl or Abul. It wasn’t really a question. She could joyfully kill Abul without even thinking about it. “I’ll do whatever you say,” she said.

They heard Kim returning. “Beg for it,” Abul said.

Kim, still angry, stood next to Abul’s chair looking down at Kathy, “I don’t like to see that bitch always between your legs,” she said.

Abul grinned at her, “We can put your servant between your legs. She’s got something she wants to say to you.”

Kathy backed away and turned toward Kim. “Please, Miss Kim, I..I...would like very much to...to...give you pleasure.”

“How you gonna do that?”

“I would like to lick you...to lick your pussy.”

“My cunt.”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I would like to lick your...cunt.”