Marriage (27 page)

Hours later she felt him roll over. He looked at her through half closed lids, “Get the fuck out of here. Go back to the cellar,” he grumbled.

Quickly she slid off the bed, picked up her dress and shoes, then hurried from the room.

Chapter Eleven
– Wedding Plans

Kathy awoke from a dream of Jeff. They had just come home from a party with friends. He’d hung their coats in the closet and come up behind her in the kitchen where she’d been preparing their coffee for the morning. She felt his strong arms encircle her waist and was turning to lift her head to kiss him when Miko grabbed her shoulder and shook her awake.

“It is ten o’clock. Much to do, so get up,” Miko said. Mi Jong stood beside the older woman. Both of them glared down at Kathy. Miko pointed toward the bathroom. Kathy forced yesterday’s encounters with Abul from her mind while she showered. Instead she tried to relive the dream. After she dried, she wrapped a towel around her and opened the door to the small bedroom. She glanced at the bed and instinctively brought her hands to her mouth to stifle a cry of despair. Spread out on the top sheet was the wedding dress she’d worn three years ago when she and Jeff were married.

“Mr. Satomi say Abul should marry you. Say you must obey Abul, must agree to what Abul wants or you be sent to Doctor Gruber and his nephew.”

Kathy, still staring at her wedding gown, moved slowly toward the bed. “I can’t marry Abul wearing this.” She sat on the bed and gently ran her fingers over the white satin.

“Should be glad to marry no matter what you wear. Is better than crazy Doctor. Now, put dress on. We got to make some changes. Take in waist, lower neckline, do other things.

Holding back the tears, Kathy slipped into the gown and stood passively while Miko called out the measurements to Mi Jong. “Bust thirty-five, waist twenty-two, hips thirty-five.” They placed pins around the neckline and at the two points where her nipples pressed against the satin. “We take in extra inch at waist maybe two and fix back like corset so it ties up tight. Look good.”

The weeks at the Facility had perfectly shaped and buffed Kathy’s body, which had been beautifully proportioned when she’d arrived.
‘And for what purpose?’
she thought.
‘To be given to Abul. To be offered to his friends. To be sold to strangers. To be humiliated, debased, and abused.’

Mi Jong went to the closet and took out a shear red nylon gown and a pair of red pumps with the five-inch heels. She tossed them on the bed. “Shower, do enema and KY. Make self pretty. Abul will want you sometime this afternoon. Look for light to flash, then go to him.” She pointed to the bulb above the door. Mi Jong had gathered up the wedding dress. The two Asian women left, locking the door behind them.

By late afternoon, Kathy heard people arriving upstairs. She assumed Abul would have invited a number of his friends, but aside from the front door opening and closing there wasn’t any noise. She wasn’t sure if she would rather appear before a group of Abul’s drunken Afghani companions or present herself to him alone. She decided anything would be better than being in a room with just Abul. It occurred to her that after the marriage, most of her nights would be spent with no one but Abul. Loathing coupled with fear brought tears to her eyes. She forced the thought from her mind.

The hated cap still covered her clitoris, but even though Miko hadn’t returned to apply Gruber’s stimulating salve, she felt her vagina moisten and the old familiar sinking in her stomach. She heard someone unlock the door, then the light blinked on and off. Quickly, she slid her tiny bare feet into the bright red “fuck-me” stilettos. She no longer had difficulty walking in the five-inch heels. In fact she’d been forced to wear them so much, they felt somehow right to her. The simple act of sliding her feet into the shoes aroused her as did the sight of a whip. Other things excited her as well...obscene, degrading images of past humiliations. She pushed them out of her mind.

Kathy took a moment to stand before the mirror where she coated her lips a second time with gloss, and cinched the belt tight around her waist. As she climbed the stairs, she wondered why she had done that...why she had touched up her lips, why she had made an effort, however small, to look her best for the ignorant thugs who awaited her. It was, she told herself, automatic...part of her training at the Facility.

As she walked down the hall toward the living room, she heard the murmur of quiet conversation. She stood in the open doorway, her head bowed, not wanting to meet the eyes of the guests who had been invited to her home to witness and take part in her debasement. After a moment, Kathy lifted her head and was shocked to see Madam Khe, who sat next to Abul in one of the leather chairs. Two men stood by the fireplace. One was a stranger. The other was Doctor Gruber.

Abul wore one of Jeff’s business suits, a white shirt and blue tie. Gruber and the other man were similarly dressed. Madam Khe looked stunning in a floor length black form-fitting satin gown. Abul was the first to speak, “Dr. Gruber has come here, Mrs. Ryan, hoping to take you home with him. His friend is Lord Hummel of London. After seeing your training tapes, Lord Hummel has expressed to Mr. Satomi an interest in you.” Abul motioned for her to join him. She crossed to stand next to his chair, aware that the stranger could see that she was naked under the shear gown. When she was beside Abul, he placed his hand on her ass and stroked it. “Greet our guests,” he said.

“Madam Khe, I’m truly glad to see you and welcome you to my...I mean to our home.” She turned toward Gruber and his companion. “Gentlemen, you too are welcome.” She reddened as Abul squeezed her ass cheek. Even after the weeks at the Facility, wearing a provocative gown before a stranger embarrassed her. Now, Abul’s deliberate touching of her, his crude familiarity, his knowing she would not object humiliated her further.

Lord Hummel stepped up and, taking her hand, lifted it to his lips. “It is indeed a pleasure, Mrs. Ryan. In person you are even more beautiful than on the tapes.” Realizing that he had watched her being debased and whipped at the Facility brought more color to her cheeks. Deliberately he parted her gown to expose her hairless slit. She started to step back but Abul’s hand on her ass prevented her. The Englishman trailed his fingers along her inner thigh.

“May I?” he asked.

Kathy, still blushing, stammered, “I...I...belong to Abul.”

Abul chuckled, “Of course, Lord Hummel, you can do whatever you want to her. She likes to feel a man’s fingers playing with her cunt. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

“Yes, yes...I like to...to...”

“Spread your legs,” Hummel said. Kathy slid one foot to the side giving him free access to her pussy. She gasped as two of his cold fingers entered her. The Englishman withdrew his fingers and held them up. In the firelight they glistened with her secretions. He placed the tip of one finger on her lips. Obediently, she parted them and took his finger into her mouth. Doctor Gruber nodded, “Do you enjoy the taste of your cunt, Mrs. Ryan?”

Lord Hummel withdrew his finger. Kathy’s face was scarlet. “Yes...I do.”

“I see you wear a clitoral cap,” Hummel observed. “Does it contain brushes?” Before she could answer, Abul touched the remote and let them spin. Kathy’s eyes widened and she moaned with pleasure.

Abul stopped the brushes and patted Kathy’s ass. “My little American bitch will do anything to feel the brushes, isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan? Since she’s become my woman, she’s always hot, aren’t you? You’re always wanting to cum?”

Kathy turned toward him, “Yes, Abul, since I’ve become your woman, I...I...I’m always aroused. I want to feel the brushes. I want to cum.”

Abul looked across at Gruber who hadn’t moved from the fireplace, “But if she’s given to you, Doctor, that will be the end of the brushes, will it not?”

“Oh, yes,” Gruber smiled, “no clitoral cap, no brushes. But I’m sure she will learn another way to cum that may prove to be even more satisfying.”

“And what might that be?” Lord Hummel asked. It seemed to Kathy he knew the answer to his question. It was clear he and Gruber were not meeting for the first time.

“Why my nephew plans to mate her with his huge black dog. Every evening she will be taken to the animal’s cage. Instead of being Abul’s woman, she will become the dog’s bitch. Of course she will be naked and certain stimulants will have been applied to her vaginal area. The dog is powerful as well as extremely virile. Am I not correct, Mrs. Ryan?”

Kathy had turned pale and began to tremble. “Please...please don’t,” she began.

Gruber interrupted, “I think at first Mrs. Ryan might feel violated, but in time, I expect she will ask to be taken to her mate and she will prepare herself to greet the dog just as she has tonight. She will part her legs and invite her lover to mount her.” He paused looking at the group, chuckling.

“I would pay to see that,” Hummel said.

“Well, if Abul refuses to marry her, you shall certainly get your wish, Lord Hummel, and it won’t cost you a farthing.” He smiled at the Englishman, “It should be a fine entertainment. The dog is jet black and quite large. Mrs. Ryan is, as you see, a rather small young woman. Her pale, flawless skin…ah, that will be a dramatic study in contrasts.”

Kathy fell to her knees in front of Abul, “Oh, please, Abul...please, I’m begging you, please marry me. You won’t be sorry. I’ll do anything you wish, everything you wish. If...if you’ll prevent what Doctor Gruber has said, I’ll be more grateful than you can imagine...please, Abul, marry me and...and...I’ll love you... My gratitude will become love. I promise, I’ll love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.” She grabbed his hands and kissed them. Looking up at him she fought to hold back the tears, “I’ll worship you, Abul, completely...unconditionally...please! My God Abul,... say you’ll marry me!”

“And Jeff?” Abul asked, “what of your dead husband?”

“I’ll forget him. I swear, I’ll put him out of my memory and out of my heart.” She bowed her head and swallowed hard, then looked up into his sneering face again, “I...I’m glad he’s dead. I want, more than anything to...to be your woman. I want to be worthy of you. I want to love you, Abul.” She hated him more now than ever, but she felt the sinking sensation in her stomach and the wetness between her legs as well as the unimaginable fear of being given to Gruber and Fredrick.

Abul cupped her chin with his hand forcing her to continue looking up at him, “We all know you despise me, Mrs. Ryan. Because I murdered your husband, you would, if the opportunity presented itself, gladly kill me. In spite of your training, you haven’t learned your place.” He was becoming upset. “You still feel superior to us, especially to me.”

Madam Khe stepped forward, “I think, Abul, Mrs. Ryan is, at the moment, saying whatever she imagines you want to hear in order to be spared the future Doctor Gruber has planned for her.”

Abul nodded, “We don’t often agree, Madam, but in this case I believe you are right.”

Kathy looked quickly from one to the other, panic stricken, “Please, what can I do to convince you. How can I prove that I mean what I’ve said?”

“There is a way, Madam Khe said. “Abul and I have already spoken of it.”

“Please, tell me. I’ll do anything,” Kathy pleaded.

Abul leaned toward her, “If I agree to marry you, I want you to give me a wedding present.”

“Oh, yes, yes,” Kathy said excitedly, “whatever you want. The bank account. I think there’s over five million. And the house, the cars. You can have it all.”

“As your husband, it would belong to me anyway.” Abul sat back and eyed her narrowly, “I want something else, and Madam Khe feels I should have it.”

“Please, just tell me,” Kathy reached out for his hands again.

“If I agree to a wedding, there will be a party one month afterward. Men you met at the Facility, and the men you’ve met since your return here will be invited. The highlight of the party will be the presentation of your gift to me.”

“But what...?” Kathy began.

“Your sister-in-law, Jeff’s virgin sister,” Abul grinned.

“No!” Kathy’s voice rose. “I...I...mean how can I? She’s at the Facility. She wouldn’t...she couldn’t.”

Madam Khe, came forward and spun Kathy around to face her. “This Mary Margaret of yours has proved to be much more obstinate than we had anticipated. In fact, that damn religion of hers has given her the strength to defy us and to resist all of our attempts to break her spirit. Mr. Satomi has not permitted the use of drugs, nor have we been allowed to severely whip her.”

Kathy tried to hide her relief at this news. “You mean no one has violated her? Swart hasn’t whipped her?”

“No,” Madam Khe scowled, “she is almost as she was when you left.”

“And she will be brought here,” Abul added.

“When can I see her?” Kathy asked.

“At the party to celebrate one month of wedded bliss,” Abul continued, “she will be your gift to me. Before all the gathered guests, she will get on her knees and suck my prick.” He rose out of his chair to stand before the kneeling Kathy, “She will suck it because you persuaded her to. She will be naked under her gown just as you are now. She will lick my balls and suck my prick good because you will have told her how to do it. She will drink my cum and thank me. That, Mrs. Ryan, is the gift you are to give me.”

“But I can’t,” Kathy protested. “How can I...”