Marriage (2 page)

“Have you ever finger-fucked yourself where others could see?”

“No, of course not.”

“But if I permitted it?”

Kathy looked away then back at him, “I would do it and...and be grateful.”

Smiling, Abul replaced the remote in his pocket. “Mr. Satomi’s rule that you are not to be fucked is still in effect, so no matter how much you beg me to fuck your cunt, I will not. You will soon be begging me to fuck you, am I correct?”

She looked up at him. “Yes, husband, I know that soon I will be begging you.” Being forced to call him ‘husband’ was worse than the whip. It reminded her again of the unimaginable difference between this cruel coward and her Jeff. Although she’d been made to demean herself in the most disgusting ways, she still held strongly to her religious beliefs. The sanctity of marriage was something she cherished. Even to pretend she was Abul’s wife was blasphemous. But she knew he would make her beg, force her to call him ‘husband’. And she would...she would beg Jeff’s murderer to fuck her.

Abul covered her breast with his hand and squeezed. “Begging me to fuck your cunt will do no good but your mouth and ass will be fucked many times. Keep in mind that each negative report from me will earn your young sister-in-law at least twenty-five lashes from Swart’s whip.” He waited for her to respond.

“I promise to do my best to please you,” Kathy said, her eyes lowered, her cheeks red with shame and anger. Through the silk of her blouse his hand on her breast was hot. It caused her nipples to stiffen. He couldn’t help but know.

“I expect you will try your best, but we both realize your best is never quite good enough.” He slid his calloused hand along the inside of her bare thigh.

She gripped the seat as she stared at his thin, dark fingers with their dirt-encrusted nails. His touch never failed to cause her stomach to churn and the bile to rise in her throat. Although she tried to prevent it, her slit was wet when his finger entered it. “As always,” he said, “your cunt betrays you, Mrs. Ryan. It tells us what you are.” He paused. “Tighten,” he said. She clenched her vaginal muscles so that he had difficulty moving his finger. “Milk it,” he said. She tightened and relaxed the pressure while pushing out and pulling in as she’d been trained. “Ahh, yes,” he grinned at her, “your cunt is like a hot little mouth. When you are eventually permitted to fuck, many men will want you. You might be fucked eight or ten times a night by a number of Mr. Satomi’s acquaintances. That’s now your reason for living, Mrs. Ryan, to give your young body to older men... men who are rich. Your only purpose in life will be to make your young hot cunt always available to them for their pleasure.”

He withdrew his finger, which glistened with her juices. He held it up to her causing her to blush. Then, he placed it on her lips. Obediently, she parted them. He slid his dirty finger into her mouth. She tasted the grit under his long fingernail. “You convinced Mr. Satomi that your independent spirit is broken,” Abul leaned toward her, his eyes burning with anger. “Mr. Satomi is no fool, but you deceived him. You were very clever, Mrs. Ryan, in succeeding to escape me. If you had been given to me for the full year of your contract, you probably would not have survived?” It was a question. He withdrew his finger.

She lowered her eyes and nodded, “That is true. I would not have survived.”

“But for the next two weeks you are mine. You belong to me.”

“Yes, I am yours.”

“In your grand American house you will prove to my friends just what it means to belong to Abul.” He placed his hand on her knee, spreading her legs wider. He looked down at her pussy lips. “As I said, your cunt tells us what you really are. What are you, Mrs. Ryan? Look at me and tell me what, in the short time since your husband’s death, you have become.”

She raised her eyes to his leering face, “In the short time since...since...my husband’s death, I have become Abul’s woman...Abul’s American whore.”

His hand tightened painfully on her knee. “You do not say it with conviction. You do not say it as if you are pleased to be my woman. They sound like empty words. There is no affection.” He released her knee and glared at her, “The next time I ask you, I want to hear it. I want to hear in your voice that you are proud to belong to Abul,” he growled. Reclining his seat, he was soon snoring, his mouth open, his whiskey and garlic breath sickening her.

My God, she thought, we are going back to where this horrible nightmare began. She glanced at Abul. This stinking, cruel foreigner will be in my home. He will sleep in the bed Jeff and I shared. I am to introduce him as my new husband. I am to spend fourteen nights in my own bed with this ugly man who hates me as much as I hate him! I will be forced to suck his rancid cock. I will be made to beg him to...to...fuck my ass.

In the bed where I used to wake up in Jeff’s arms, the man who murdered my husband will now lie beside me. His snoring will fill my ears; his stench will fill my nostrils; his body will press against mine. In the nights, in the long never ending nights I will lie beside him...remembering my sweet husband and knowing the hateful man who shares my bed killed him. Even the idea of it was pushing her to the limit of what she felt she could endure. The reality of Abul in her bed assuming Jeff’s place might very well send her over the edge. I am now to pretend to be the wife of Abul...my God, she thought,
‘it is beyond imagining!’
Miko said Abul wants to show me off to his friends which means I’m to be given to them, made to suck their foul smelling cocks, made to offer my...my ass for them to fuck.

What kind of people might Abul have associated with in Pittsburgh? The obvious answer terrified her. He would not know anyone except those who assisted him in planning the murder of her husband. Now, every passing minute was bringing her closer to those who helped Abul to kill poor Jeff. She was returning to the house she and Jeff shared. Accompanying her was the cowardly thug who brought about his death. For the next two weeks she would be the whore and the wife of her husband’s murderer! At night, in bed, her bare breasts against his chest, his wet mouth on her parted lips...his tongue! The thought of it wrenched her heart and brought a flood of tears to her eyes.

When she felt Abul was soundly asleep, she pulled her skirt down to her knees. She tried to think of something positive. There was nothing. The best she could do was the fact that Abul was wearing shoes so she didn’t have to look at his repulsive feet. Kathy dozed for half an hour before she was awakened by a painful jab from Abul’s elbow. “Fix your mouth,” he demanded. “I told the crew you would suck them off.”

“Please, Abul, you can’t mean it. Here? The crew?” Kathy looked at him in disbelief.

Abul chuckled, “Your new husband takes pleasure in seeing his American wife kneel before other men and take their pricks into her pretty mouth.” He grabbed her upper arm and squeezed. “It isn’t like you never sucked cock before. It’s one of the things you were trained to do at the facility.” He let go of her and grinned. “How many pricks have you sucked in the last six weeks, Mrs. Ryan?”

“She turned her head away from him, “I...I...don’t remember,” she whispered.

“Make up your face and do what you’re told, you bitch!” he said. With trembling fingers, Kathy applied fresh lipstick and gloss. When she finished, Abul pressed a button at his armrest. The aisle between the spacious leather seats was wide. Abul pointed to it. “Kneel,” he said. “Open your blouse. Abul’s wife must make it easy for the men she services to play with her titties.”

Kathy got to her knees and unbuttoned her blouse. Abul signaled the cockpit again. After a few moments, the grey haired pilot, whose nationality she couldn’t determine, stood in front of her. He reached down and squeezed her breasts pinching her nipples. She unzipped him and pulled his hard cock out of his shorts. Within three minutes he came in her mouth. Two other crewmembers followed. She quickly sucked them and dutifully swallowed their cum. No one had spoken a word, except when each man finished, he thanked Abul. All three ignored her.

She buttoned her blouse. Abul said nothing. He closed his eyes again. She remained kneeling in the aisle. She tried to recall Madam Khe’s words about Mary Margaret. The thought that her lovely innocent sister-in-law had been taken from a convent and within hours made to witness Kathy’s obscene trial brought fresh tears to her eyes. Madam Khe had said that Mr. Satomi began to make tapes of herself and Mary Margaret, and that his primary goal had been to gain complete control over Mary Margaret. Certainly, that had to mean Mr. Satomi was not going to give the girl to Abul. Kathy felt somewhat comforted. No fate for Mary Margaret could be worse than to be married to the murdering coward who sat beside her now.

Abul kept Kathy on her knees for two hours before taking out his own limp prick and crooking a finger at her. “Tongue my balls,” he sneered. Painfully she crawled between his legs and, lifting his cock, began to lick his sweaty testicles. His odious, thick veined penis swelled. She skinned back the uncircumcised cockhead and took it in her mouth. When Abul was about to cum, he made her stop until his prick began to soften. “Tell me how much you want it,” he said. “Speak words of affection and remember to call me ‘husband’. You might also think of your sister-in-law at the Facility.”

In the past twenty-four hours she had thought of little else. “Please,” she said, her eyes still lowered, “let me suck you.” He grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him. “I...I...mean, please...husband permit me to make love to your...to your cock.” He continued to glare down at her while he twisted her hair painfully. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. He released her. Still looking up at him, she parted her lips and licked them. She reached out to take his cock between her small hands, “Please, Abul...I mean, please husband, use my mouth. Look at my lips. They are warm and wet. I want your cum...please let me have your cum,” she said. Roughly, he pulled her head toward his prick. Her knees were sore and her legs cramped. She closed her swollen lips over his cock and sucked hard, making whimpering sounds in the hope that he would cum this time. He made her suck until her jaws ached. Finally, grunting and swearing, he thrust his cock deep into her throat and came in long spurts, his sour tasting jism thick and hot.

“Don’t you spill a fuckin’ drop, bitch,” he said. She sucked hard drawing her cheeks in. She sucked until he was dry.

“What does Abul’s new wife say?” he asked sarcastically.

“Thank you, husband,” she answered. She thought to herself that it might be possible in the next two weeks to find a way to kill him.

“Put my prick back in my pants and zip me up. Then fix your face and sit here beside me.” He smiled at her. “I have something to tell you.” When she was settled next to him, he tapped her knee. She turned slightly toward him and spread her legs. “It gives me pleasure to see how quickly you obey,” he moved his hand along her thigh. “It also gives me pleasure to imagine your husband’s final minutes.” He could feel her body become tense and noticed her knuckles whiten as she gripped the seat. “Where was your husband when he drew his last breath, Mrs. Ryan?”

She looked away from his grinning face. “He...he was on a plane.”

“Yes,” Abul nodded, “much like this one.” Kathy began to draw her knees together. “Open, bitch!” he demanded. She parted her legs again and he slid his finger into her pussy. She gasped and closed her eyes. “You like that, don’t you? You like my finger in your cunt?” Kathy was silent. He withdrew his finger and waited.

Hating herself, she whispered, “Yes, I like it.”

“Put my hand where you want it and ask me...ask me nice to finger your cunt.”

Still not looking at him, Kathy took his hand and placed it between her legs. “Please, finger me...I mean...please finger my...my cunt.”

Once more Abul shoved his long middle finger into her but did not move it. “Your husband, your Jeff, was sitting just about where we are now except on the other side of the plane. One of my men, was assigned a seat next to him in order to make certain the hostess served your husband the special sandwich we had prepared.”

“Please,” Katy began to cry. “Please stop. I...I...don’t want to hear...”

Ignoring her protest, Abul began to slide his finger in and out as he spoke, “Only a few minutes after he’d finished his last meal, the painful convulsions began, Mrs. Ryan.”

The tears ran freely down her cheeks, “Please...no...” she pleaded.

“Very well,” Abul laughed. “I can’t describe it the way Ira does. Ira was there beside your husband and he never gets tired of telling the story. Some night soon, in your house, Mrs. Ryan, I’ll have Ira give you a full account while you are on your knees sucking his prick.” He slid his finger from Kathy’s pussy and trailed its wetness down the inside of her bare leg. With his other hand he tilted her tear streaked face up so that she had to look at him. “Ira says it took a long time for your husband to die. Watching you on your knees sucking Ira’s prick will be your new lover, me...Abul... the man who devised the whole plan.” His black, hate-filled eyes bored into her. “After Ira is finished with you...after he has shot his cum into the mouth of the rich and cultured Mrs. Ryan, what will Mrs. Ryan say to him?” His hand tightened on her chin.

“I...I...will thank him.”

“And will you tell him how much you enjoyed hearing the account of the way we made your husband suffer before we let him die.”

Kathy quickly twisted her head away from him. “No...I couldn’t...I couldn’t do that.”