Marriage (22 page)

She bowed her head, knowing how she had to answer, “Yes, Abul, I’ve learned to like it. I liked it when you and your friends fucked my...fucked my ass. I am glad that I have been trained to please men in...in that way.”

“I intend to fuck your ass often and offer it to many others. How do you feel about that, Mrs. Ryan?”

Again Kathy raised her head to look at him, “I am your woman, Abul, my body belongs to you. I am grateful to you for taking me.”

Abul smiled and nodded, “Very good, Mrs. Ryan, I want you to assume the position.” Still on the other side of the desk, she stood facing him and locked her fingers behind her neck, then arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. Abul leaned toward her, “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, where are we? And why are we here, alone.”

“We’re in my husband’s den. I asked if you would meet me here. I wanted us to be alone.”

“Are you pleased that you are alone with me?”

“Yes.”

“Complete answers, Mrs. Ryan.”

“Yes, I’m very pleased to be alone with you. I thank you for giving me permission to have this meeting in private with you.” She looked away feeling the heat in her nipples and cheeks. She turned back to face him, “We have had very little time to be alone, Abul, and...and...I hope that will change.” She glanced down then back up at him, “I want to be with you, Abul, to be alone with you excites me.”

“Describe what you’ve just done. Describe your appearance as you are now in this place that holds so many pleasant memories of your husband?”

“I’ve made up my lips in the way you like. I’ve removed my clothes. I am wearing only my heels.” She paused. He wanted more. “I stand naked before Abul. My hands are clasped behind my neck. I’m hoping he finds me desirable. I...I...find him, I find Abul very desirable. I’ve learned to respect and admire him. I’ve learned that his power over me excites me. I am waiting for him to tell me how...how...I might please him.”

Abul rolled his chair away from the desk and swung it around. “Come over here between my legs and ask me to touch you.”

With her hands still behind her neck, Kathy circled the desk and stood before him. “Please touch me,” she said. Abul just looked at her. She took a small step closer, “Please, Abul.....I...I...am naked for you...and...and my cunt is wet. Please, Abul.”

Abul placed his calloused hands on her hips then moved them up to cup her breasts. Her stiff nipples darkened. “You like that, don’t you? You like Abul’s hands on your body?”

“Yes, I do. I like to feel your rough hands on my naked body.” She paused. He pinched her nipples. She gasped and looked down at him, “I like the way you seem to...to own me.”

“But it’s not ‘seem’, Mrs. Ryan, I do own you.”

“Yes, Abul, you do own me. You can do whatever you wish with me.”

“You would like me to fuck you, fuck you good right here on your husband’s desk? Tell me.” He twisted her nipples.

Kathy closed her eyes to avoid looking at him, “Yes, Abul, I would like you to...to...fuck me here on my...my husband’s desk.”

“And you would cum...you would cum many times while I rammed your cunt with my big prick. You would cum better than you ever came for him. Isn’t that the real truth?”

The thought quickly flashed through her mind that what he’d just said might be the real truth. She knew that the sight of Abul’s huge, ugly prick sliding into her would make her cum immediately. She tried to dismiss it, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her, “Yes, Abul, the rough way you would take me...the...the length and thickness of your...cock.” She paused and swallowed. “If you were to...to fuck me, I know you would make me cum better than he did. I...I... would cum many times.” She looked away for a moment then back at him, “I don’t say this to please you, Abul. It would be better with you. Before...before you I always enjoyed making love but I never felt as I do now.”

He leaned back and stared at her trying to determine if she was speaking the truth or just trying to flatter him. “And exactly how do you feel now, Mrs. Ryan?”

Kathy herself wasn’t sure if she was being honest or deceptive. She feared she might be saying what she truly felt, “Now, Abul, since you, since my training, I think of...of...cumming and of little else. I think of how you own me, I think of serving Miss Kim and of giving myself to your rough friends at the Facility. I think of the whip. But mostly I think of how your cock feels in my mouth and in my...my ass. I imagine how you might one day rape me...how your great cock will feel as you drive it hard into me...as it fills my... my cunt.” She touched his face gently, “It’s true, Abul. I want very much for you to fuck me.” Kathy decided she’d been acting. Her words were lies. She simply had to escape from Gruber and his mad son. A survival mechanism had kicked in to make her deception seem to be the truth.

Abul nodded thoughtfully. He believed her. “But we both know because of Mr. Satomi’s orders, I’m not going to fuck you. Instead, you’re going to get on your knees and suck me off while I sit in your husband’s chair. You want my cock...you want my cock in your hot mouth. Say it.”

Kathy was ready to scream, prepared to crush his skull with Jeff’s paperweight. Abul pointed to the floor. She knelt and, looking down, whispered, “I’m on my knees for you, Abul. While you sit in my husband’s chair, I will suck you...suck your cock. I...I...want to feel your cock in my mouth.”

Abul pointed to his fly. She zipped down his pants and reached to free his cock, which was hard. The fetid odor of his huge dark penis made her stomach turn. Abul tilted her head back. “Look up and tell me that you want to suck the prick of the man who murdered your husband. Ask me to play the tape again and to keep playing it so that you will hear his voice as you swallow my cum. Tell me that’s what you want and make me believe it.”

“Please, Abul, have pity. What you ask is...is...”

“What I ask is not possible,” he interrupted, “because you no longer wish me to consider this marriage proposal. Is that it?” He held her head so that she had to look into his fierce eyes. “You would rather live in a cage next to a dog. Is that what you were going to say?”

“I...I...want...” she paused and had to start again. “I want to...to suck the prick of the man who...who...murdered my husband. I ask you. Abul, to play the tape again so that...so that when I swallow your cum I will be hearing my husband’s...voice.”

He released her. Trembling, she inched forward and holding the base of his thick cock between her small hands, she lowered her mouth to its head. Upon hearing Jeff’s first words she recoiled, and the tears came to her eyes. “Hi Sweetheart. I thought I’d leave you .......” Fighting to control her emotions, she tried to blot out the sound of his voice. She wanted this to be over quickly, but knew Abul would make her suck for a long time. She skinned back the revolting bunched skin of his uncircumcised cock and took as much of its bulbous head in her mouth as she could.

Abul pulled his cock back against his stomach. “Lick my balls and the underside,” he said. “But first look up at me and tell me you worship my big prick, you love the taste. Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, just how much you love to suck it.”

Kathy had to speak above the sound of the tape recorder. “Naked here on my knees, I worship your prick, Abul.” Looking up at him she parted her lips and circled them with her tongue, “I have learned, Abul, to love it.” She lowered her head and began to lick his testicles as she masturbated him. The stench was unbearable. She heard Jeff excitedly talking about the vacation in the Caribbean he’d planned for them.

Abul lifted her head. A thin strand of saliva hung from her lower lip to the head of his cock. “That’s right, Mrs. Ryan,” he said, “Make it wet, very wet. And I want kisses all along it. I want you to lick my balls until they drip with your spit.”

“Yes, Abul, I’ll lick...I’ll kiss it...I’ll lick and kiss,” He released her. She gave up trying to make him cum quickly. Slowly and deliberately she kissed his prick and his testicles in the way he demanded. She thought to herself, ‘I am making love to it. I’m not just sucking him. I’m on my knees in my own house making love to this monster’s cock.’ The tape continued to play until Abul decided to cum. He timed his orgasm so that Jeff was saying, “Dear Kathy, I love you very much.”

Kathy gagged and gobs of Abul’s cum dribbled down her chin to her breast. “Eat it!” Abul hissed, “Every drop!” Tearfully, Kathy bent her head to her breast and licked up the glutinous strands. “There’s some on your chin, push it back into your mouth,” Abul glared down at her. With two fingers, she scraped the cum from her chin. “Lick it off your fingers and lick it off your lips then tell me how much you enjoyed our little afternoon alone together.” Trembling, Kathy did as he ordered. His thick sperm tasted sour. She withdrew her fingers from her mouth and licked her lips. She looked up at him unable, for the moment, to speak. “While you’re at it, you might ask real nice if you can come to my bed tonight.” He waited.

After a few moments, she said what he expected to hear, “I wanted to be alone with you. I wanted to take my clothes off for you and to feel your hands on my body. You...you always make me wet...make me hot. I wanted to kneel, naked, before you and...and make love to your cock.” She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. “Please, Abul, I would like very much to come to your bed tonight. Please give me permission to come to you. I will be pretty for you and...and excited. My pussy will be wet. I will kiss you over and over everywhere...make love to you all night if you wish.”

“And how did you like hearing your dead husband’s voice while you swallowed his murderer’s cum. How did you like that, Mrs. Ryan?” Kathy bowed her head and was silent. Abul smacked her hard across her face and sent her falling sideward to the floor. She lay there stunned. There were no more tears.

Slowly, she struggled to her knees. Crawling between his legs again she tentatively took the hand that had struck her and kissed it. “Please forgive me, Abul. It’s just that...just that...”

Roughly, he put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up. “I will let you come to me tonight, but only if you ask me to keep playing the tape while you make love to me.”

“Yes, Abul, I’ll ask you to play the tape...to keep playing it while I make love to you.”

He pulled out the file cabinet drawer and took from it a large fancy box. “This is the surprise gift he left for you. Come to the living room at nine o’clock wearing it and a pair of ‘fuck me’ heels. I want you to be looking good, you know...take time to make yourself look good, look better than ever. I want you to be hot...looking beautiful just for me. In the morning, depending on how satisfied I am, maybe we’ll talk about marriage.”

“Thank you, Abul.” Unsteadily Kathy got to her feet and began to step into her skirt.

“Leave that stuff,” Abul said. “Go like you are to Miko’s room. Tell her everything you did here this afternoon. Give her the box. She’ll bring it to you later.”

“Yes, Abul,” Kathy took the box and started toward the door.

As she put her hand on the knob, Abul called to her, “Mrs. Ryan.” She turned to face him. “You’ve said it before, but I like hearing it so tell me that your new lover is better than the old one. Tell me that you want to be my woman. Tell me that you’re glad I killed your husband.”

Kathy’s impulse was to fling the door open and run until she dropped. Instead, she took a step back toward Abul. “I want to belong to you, Abul. You are a better lover than my husband was. I...I’m glad you took him from me so that I can be with you.”

“Yes, that’s what I wish to hear. From now on I want you to say it when we’re alone or with others without me having to tell you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Abul, I know what you want. I’ll say it.”

With a wave of his hand, Abul dismissed her.

Still shaking from her ordeal, she knocked on the door to Miko and Mi Jong’s room. Mi Jong opened it. “Why you naked?” she asked.

Feeling her face turn scarlet Kathy said, “Abul wants me to be this way.”

“You worse than Vietnamese slut,” Mi Jong said, stepping aside. Miko was sitting in a small-overstuffed chair by the window.

Kathy handed her the box. “Abul said I was to give this to you.” Miko took it, placed it on the floor and gestured toward Mi Jong who approached Kathy with a tape measure.

“Measurements change at Facility. Waist much smaller. Need to alter what’s in box,” Miko said. Quickly Mi Jong took Kathy’s measurements calling out the numbers to Miko who marked them on a pad.

When they had finished, Miko nodded and looked up at Kathy apparently knowing that Kathy was to give her a report. Kathy avoided the woman’s accusing stare. “Abul wanted me to tell you what...what I did for him this afternoon.” Miko said nothing. Mi Jong sat down on the bed and, behind Kathy’s back, flashed a smile at her partner. Standing naked in front of the ugly old woman Kathy could see the contempt in her eyes. “I undressed and then I got on my knees and...and sucked him.”

“That not all,” Miko said dryly.

“No, you’re right. Abul turned on a tape recorder. It was a message for me from my husband. He made it just before he left on...on...”

“On trip where, because of Abul and crazy doctor, he is killed.”

“Yes. My husband’s voice...I mean the tape...it played while I...while I sucked Abul.” Kathy knew that since Abul would get a full report from the women she didn’t dare leave anything out. “Before I left, I told Abul that I consider him a better lover...a better lover than my husband was. I said that I am grateful to be his woman.” She paused hating to say the last words. “I confessed to Abul that I am glad he took my husband from me because now I am Abul’s woman.”