Marriage (23 page)

Miko shook her head, “Mi Jong is right. You thousand times worse than slut Kim. You disgrace memory of good husband is his own house.”

Although her head ached and her eyes burned, Kathy felt she might burst into tears again. “What you say is true, Miko. I disgrace the memory of my good husband in his own house.”

Chapter Ten
– Proposal

Back in her own room, Kathy flung herself down on the bed. She buried her head in the pillow as spasms of despair shook her body. She had cried so much this afternoon there were no more tears. After quieting down, she tried to sleep, but in her head Jeff’s tape kept playing and she saw herself on her knees licking the underside of Abul’s horrible cock while he leaned back in Jeff’s chair, grinning down at her.

When sleep would not come, she went into the small bathroom and ran a tub of hot water and soon lay back soaking in a blanket of fragrant bubbles. Trying to block the memory of the afternoon from her mind, she concentrated on the fact that unless she succeeded in convincing Abul to marry her, she would shortly be handed over to Freddie. It was this fear that had made her do and say those things this afternoon. It came down to a matter of survival, both for her and for Mary Margaret.

After her bath, she once more rubbed herself vigorously with the heavily scented oil. She suspected that the device and chemicals they used at the Facility to remove the hair in her pubic and anal areas had been created by Gruber. These remained perfectly smooth and free of the slightest blemish. She sat, naked, before the mirror of the dressing table. Her buffed body gleamed under the soft light. Even though her nail polish wasn’t chipped, she removed it anyway. She trimmed, filed, and painted her fingernails and then her toenails with the dark red lacquer, which would match the lipstick she knew Abul preferred. Not long ago most of the choices she’d made regarding her makeup were governed by what she thought would please Jeff. Now, she found herself giving much more careful thought to what would best meet with Abul’s approval. Even in the smallest matters of dress or cosmetics, she asked herself if Abul would approve...if this shade or that would please him. It occurred to her that although she wanted Jeff to be pleased with her appearance, she had been more interested in pleasing herself. She would never have used dark red lipstick and gloss, or the vulgar color she’d just applied to her fingernails and toenails. She’d never gone without a bra and panties. She’d never worn the obscene shoes, the short skirts, the transparent blouses that she wore to please the man who had murdered her dear Jeff. She was dismayed to realize how carefully she now made each choice based on what she thought Abul would prefer.

She was sure Miko and Mi Jong would not bring her gown for another hour. After she’d brushed her jet-black hair to a lustrous sheen, she began to apply the cosmetics. Abul had insisted she look good when she came to him tonight. He had said it twice. She knew that meant she must apply heavy makeup, but tasteful rather than sluttish. Strange, she thought, how she’d come to understand his preferences. True, she felt compelled to please him, but she also wanted him to realize that never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined possessing a woman like her. Sadly, she again admitted to herself, she was anxious for his approval. She had to make him aware of the vast difference between herself and someone like Kim. With a shudder, she also realized she would have to please him in ways the vulgar Asian girl never had.

It dawned on her that she felt truly nervous. It seemed incomprehensible that she was making all these careful preparations to please the man she most hated in the world. Kathy was actually fearful Abul might not find her beautiful, might not find her desirable. And in a few minutes she would be on her knees begging the ugly foreigner to marry her!

Taking her time, she darkened her thick lashes. With a blue-green mascara, she painted her eyelids and feathered the color out under her arched eyebrows. With a dark red liner she exaggerated the fullness of her lips then filled in the outline with lipstick. She knew it was his favorite color. She studied her mouth thinking about the many times she’d pressed her lips against Abul’s, thinking about how often she had parted them to accept his huge prick, the times she had lowered her head to kiss his filthy feet. And tonight she would do all of those things again and more. She decided to wait until the last moment to coat her lips with the gloss. Painfully, she realized again that she had never taken such meticulous care to make herself beautiful for any man, not even Jeff.

Looking into the mirror she was satisfied. Her black hair framed her pale oval face. She had high cheekbones, a perfectly formed thin nose, and startling bright blue eyes. Her mouth was made, as Jeff had often said, for kissing...soft full lips. People had often commented that she looked very much like a beautiful early movie star named Louise Brooks. Staring at the reflection in the mirror, she saw that they were right. To submit to the brute upstairs was obscene. To marry him was unthinkable. Yet, she was now about to give herself to him completely in the desperate hope that he might agree to take her as his wife.

Half an hour before she was to go to Abul, Miko and Mi Jong entered without knocking. Kathy, still naked, turned toward them. She noticed that the usually taciturn women seemed surprised. “Why,” Miko began, “do the gods give slut woman like you good looks?” She pointed to the bed. “You do enema and use KY?”

Kathy reddened, “I did the enema but was just about to apply the KY when you came in.”

“Do it after. First, we rub new stuff from Doctor into ass and cunt. He says twice as strong as stuff we use at Facility.”

“Miko...I...don’t think...”

“Get on bed,” Miko said sternly. “You not supposed to think.”

The two women spread the colorless salve over her parted pussy lips and pushed it far up into her vagina. Then, they rolled her over and repeated the procedure around and into her anal opening. When they’d finished, Mi Jong chuckled, “Doctor Gruber say it not take hold for awhile. When it does you gonna want something real bad. Won’t matter what: clit brushes, vibrator, fingers, whip handle, dildo, Abul’s big cock.”

Miko squirted the KY into Kathy’s anal passage then directed her to sit at the dressing table again. She rubbed some of Gruber’s salve on Kathy’s nipples. Kathy felt a tingling warmth spread over her breasts as her nipples stiffened. “Here is gown.” Miko placed the box on Kathy’s knees. “We took in waist so will fit tight.”

Carefully, Kathy lifted the lid. On top of the gown was a note. She recognized Jeff’s handwriting immediately. Unfolding it with trembling hands, she read:
“My Dearest Wife, when you read this it will be February. We will be in our suite of rooms overlooking the Caribbean Sea: warm soft breezes, swaying palms, boats bobbing at anchor in the harbor, and a sky filled with stars. And soon, as we enter the dining room with you wearing this gown, everyone will know that you are the loveliest woman in the resort, and I am the luckiest man. Our second honeymoon, dearest Kathy. Oh, how I love you. Jeff”.

Kathy was ready to give in to tears again, but Miko pulled her up. “Stand,” she said, “you start crying tonight, Abul will send you to Gruber, and I hope he does.” She held up the gown. It was made of sheer gold mesh.

Kathy gasped and reached out to touch it, “Oh, my,” she whispered softly, “poor, poor dear Jeff...” Miko took a step back still holding the gown. It was floor length with a slit up the right side to just above Kathy’s knee.

“Put on,” Miko said, and helped Kathy get into the tight gown. It fit like a second skin. The front dipped down into a low-scooped neckline that exposed the upper swell of Kathy’s breasts. Spaghetti straps tied at her shoulders. Her back was completely exposed in a wide “V” that ended just where the “V” of her buttocks began. From the closet, Mi Jong had taken a new pair of shoes. They were slides with open toes and a five-inch heel. Kathy wiggled her tiny feet into them. From the bottom of the box, Miko took a small velvet covered case and handed it to Kathy. Inside was a beautiful gold necklace. “Is also from your husband,” Miko said, frowning.

Again, Kathy had to fight back tears as Miko helped her fasten the clasp at the back of her neck. “Oh, Miko, he was such a good man,” she said.

“And you make self pretty. Wear gown he buy for you and gold necklace to go upstairs and spend night with Abul. Ought to be ashamed.”

Both women glared at her, “Ought to be whipped...whipped good,” Mi Jong said.

“Yes, I am ashamed,” Kathy said, “more ashamed than I’ve ever been.” She looked at Mi Jong, “Yes, I should be whipped. I would rather die under the whip than go to Abul.”

“I don’t believe you,” Miko said.

“I don’t either,” Mi Jong added. A light Kathy hadn’t noticed above the door blinked on and off. Mi Jong shook her head, “That’s Abul. You go to him now.”

As she ascended the stairs, she hoped Abul’s friends would be with him. He had humiliated her unmercifully in front of them, but nothing could be as bad as being alone with him. He had a quick temper and could go into a violent rage for little or no reason. The possibility that he might seriously harm her or kill her was a real one. Even the bitchy little Vietnamese would be a welcome sight.

She could tell from the reflections in the hallway that a fire was burning in the living room fireplace, but she heard no voices. The tight dress forced her to take small steps. She stood for a moment in the entrance, dismayed to see that the room’s only occupant was Abul. He sat in the big leather chair some distance from the fireplace but facing it. Without turning toward her, he said, “Bring me a drink, Mrs. Ryan.” She saw that bourbon, ice, and glasses had been set out on the narrow table behind the couch. She filled Abul’s glass with bourbon and ice and took it to him. When he finally looked up at her, she noticed he seemed a bit startled. She knew she had never appeared more beautiful, and the soft glow of the firelight seemed to make the golden gown shimmer. Abul was wearing Jeff’s silk robe and nothing else.

If the firelight complimented her, it made him look even more grotesque than he was. His face repulsed her. He grinned as he accepted the drink, showing the yellow stubs of his rotting teeth. She saw that both his hands and his huge feet were grimy. He gestured toward the fireplace. “Stand there, Mrs. Ryan, between me and the fire. I want to get the full effect of your careful preparations.” Embarrassed, she stood facing him with her hands at her side. “Ah, yes, it’s obvious you wanted to impress your master. Is that so?”

“Yes, Abul. I wanted very much for you to be pleased with me.”

“It’s a provocative dress and, I think, a very expensive one. How did you come by it?”

He was up to his old game, hurting her with reminders of Jeff. “My husband bought it for me. It’s a gift from him.”

“Yes, so I’ve heard,” Abul said sarcastically. “It’s the middle of February. If your husband had lived where would you be wearing that dress tonight?”

Kathy stared at him and knew he could see that she despised him, “My husband had made reservations for us at a resort in the Caribbean. If...if...he were alive I would be wearing his lovely gift tonight while we dined.”

“But since he is not alive?” Abul waited for her response.

“I have chosen to wear it for you.”

“But, Mrs. Ryan,” Abul raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, “I am the reason your husband is not here to escort you through an elegant dining room where warm breezes blow and the palm trees sway. Is that not correct? How can you flaunt yourself so lasciviously in your husband’s beautiful gift before the man who...who...,” He nodded at her indicating she was to finish his sentence.

She clasped her hands tightly in front of her. “I wear the dress in the hope that you will find me desirable...that you will want me.” She took a step toward him. “It...it is my sincere wish that you will...will...take me as your wife.” She had begun to feel the effect of the powerful salve Miko and Mi Jong had rubbed into her vagina and anal opening. Those areas seemed to be inflamed with a burning, tingling sensation that caused her clitoris to swell and her slit to moisten. It also brought a flush to her face and breasts that Abul was quick to notice.

He patted the wide upholstered arm of the leather chair. “Sit here, Mrs. Ryan,” he said. When she was seated, he put his rough hand on her bare back causing her to flinch. “A woman who wants a big favor ought to welcome the touch of the man who will decide whether or not she gets it.” His hand slowly moved up along her spine.

She turned toward him, “I’m sorry, Abul. It’s just...just...that I wasn’t expecting...”

“You weren’t expecting me to touch you? But isn’t that why you’re here? You want me to touch you. You want me to let the brushes spin over your wet clit. You want me to pinch your nipples.” His hand moved to her breast. “You want me to kiss you. You want to suck my cock and drink my cum. You want to feel my big prick in your ass. Aren’t these things true?” On the outside of her dress, he toyed with her stiff nipple.

She found herself wishing he would twist it hard. “Yes, Abul,” she looked away from him toward the fire, “I want all of the things you say: the feel of your hands on me, your kisses, your...your cock. I want it in...in my mouth.” She turned back to him. “I...I...want to feel it...to...to feel your cock in...in my ass.” She looked down at his long dark fingers as they rubbed her nipples. “In the past I never imagined anyone did that. I wouldn’t have believed that women gave themselves in that way, but now...since you...” she didn’t finish.