Marriage (28 page)

“You can and you must,” Madam Khe interjected. “Otherwise, there will be no wedding. Mr. Satomi has ordered this. Unless you succeed in doing what Abul has described, you are to be given to Doctor Gruber.”

“But I know Mary Margaret,” Kathy argued, “if she defied you at the Facility, how can I persuade her to do such a...such a...”

“Perverted act,” Madam Khe said. “Ask yourself this, Mrs. Ryan. Who does your pure nun-like sister-in-law loves most in the world?”

“Her mother and father, Jeff’s parents, and perhaps the young Jesuit priest she met in London.”

“Well, then, we can use them to help you persuade her to do what Abul wishes. However, let us talk about it later. I think Abul has other plans for you at the moment.” Unsmiling, she deferred to Abul.

“Madam Khe is correct. I want my future bride to entertain our guests tonight.” He motioned for her to sit on his lap. When she had done so, he tapped her knee. “Spread,” he ordered. Kathy parted her legs to reveal to the guests her shaved pussy. The clitoral cap glinted in the firelight. “Would you like me to remove the cap for this evening?” Abul asked.

Kathy couldn’t believe he might do it. The possibility that she might be permitted to have an orgasm immediately moistened her pussy and her clitoris swelled. She turned slightly to face Abul and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Please, Abul, more than anything I’d like it to be removed.”

Abul stroked the inside of her thigh, “Lord Hummel enjoys seeing a woman whipped,” he said. “Even more, he takes great pleasure in doing the whipping.”

Kathy glanced at the eyebolts, ropes and pulleys that had been installed on the beam in the center of the room. She looked back at Abul, “Yes, if you remove the cap, I...I’ll agree to be whipped.” She knew as soon as she’d spoken she’d made a mistake.

Roughly Abul grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard. He thrust his face up to hers, the spittle flying from his mouth, “Damn you, you arrogant bitch! Have you learned nothing? You don’t make conditions. You are my woman. You are never in a position to agree or not agree! You will beg to be whipped.”

Kathy put her arms around him and cried against his shoulder, “I’m sorry, Abul, truly I’m sorry. I forgot. I won’t forget again, I promise.” She leaned back and looked around the room. “Please Madam Khe, Doctor Gruber, and Lord Hummel, please forgive me. I beg you to let me be whipped.” She slid from Abul’s lap and kneeled before him, clasping his knees, “I beg you, Abul, have me whipped.”

Without answering her, Abul rang a small bell that was on the table at his side. Immediately Miko and Mi Jong appeared in the doorway. They crossed to Kathy, took her by the arms, and walked her to the raised platform under the ropes and pulleys.

Dr. Gruber came to them and gave Miko a glass vial. “It’s a new formula I’ve just created. Much stronger than the ointment we used on her at my party. If it works the way I think it will, our Mrs. Ryan will absolutely burn with desire and, if Abul permits, she will experience the most intense orgasms of her life. One will follow the other for as long as she is stimulated.” Miko bowed and accepted the container. Doctor Gruber handed her two syringes, one much larger than the other. Pointing to the smaller one he said, “Fill it and inject the liquid into her vagina. Fill the other one and lubricate her anal passage with it.” He gave Mi Jong a small tube. “This is thicker, more like a salve. It is the strongest of all. If Abul allows the cap to be removed, you are to rub this on her clitoris.” Mi Jong accepted the tube and nodded.

Abul waved his hand at the two women, “Strip her, remove her shoes, and prepare her for whipping.” A spreader bar was attached to Kathy ankles and another was strapped to her thighs just above her knees. Her ankles were shackled to bolts on the platform but with enough slack in the chains to allow her to stand on her tiptoes. Her arms were raised above her head and, like her legs, were spread wide and her wrists cuffed to another spreader bar, which was attached to the pulleys over her head. She was held in an “X” frame posture.

Lord Hummel moved to stand before her. “Should she be gagged?” he asked.

“No,” Abul smiled. “I like to hear her scream.” He reached beside him to pick up a cat-o-nine-tails, which he offered to the Englishman. “I understand you are a whip master in your country, Lord Hummel.”

“Yes, I’ve had a good deal of practice.” He inspected the whip. The nine falls were tightly braided and each was carefully knotted at the bottom. “Yes, this is first rate. Much better than a single tail or a flogger. You should know, Abul, when I’m finished the victim is usually unable to sit or walk for several hours, perhaps a day or two. I understand Mrs. Ryan may be attending a wedding tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Abul said, “but don’t let that limit you. Dr. Gruber has other medicines that work wonders on cut flesh. Besides, Mrs. Ryan heals quickly, isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

Kathy had never seen a whip that was knotted like the one Hummel was holding. “Yes, Abul, I heal quickly.” Miko was rubbing her with oil so that her pale body gleamed. Mi Jong inserted the syringe in her anus and emptied it. The effect was immediate. The heat coursed through her. Miko then knelt at Kathy’s spread legs and pushed the tip of the other syringe into her vagina. Kathy squirmed and moaned. Her skin flushed pink.

“Would you like me to remove the cap?” Abul called.

“Oh, please, Abul,” she pleaded with her eyes, “please let it come off.”

“One month from now, your virgin sister-in-law will be here, in this room, on her knees. And before a large gathering of my friends, she will suck my prick. And you will do everything you can to persuade her to do that?”

Kathy looked away for a moment. The burning inside of her intensified. She turned back to Abul. “Yes, I promise.” Abul waved at Miko who placed her hand between Kathy’s legs. Abul pressed the remote and the cap dropped into Miko’s hand. She gave it to Mi Jong and took the tube of salve from her. Even before she rubbed it along Kathy’s slit and over her clitoris, the guests could see the white secretions oozing from Kathy’s vagina and the bright red swollen clitoris. The salve took a little longer to work but, as Gruber had predicted, it aroused her as nothing ever had. She knew if she were able to squeeze her legs together she would cum. “Thank you, Abul.” She leaned toward him against her restraints. “I beg to be whipped, and then I beg to be permitted to worship you at your feet.” The words were out of her mouth before she even considered them.

“Well said,” Gruber commented dryly. Madam Khe nodded her agreement.

Although she resisted it, she again felt the tingling and the flow of secretions. Her nipples hardened. Was she beginning to mean the self-degrading words she spoke to Abul? Was she starting to associate his ugliness, his rancid odor, his dominance, his cruelty and hatred of her with sexual arousal? Might she be on the threshold of really becoming Abul’s woman? No, she thought. Abul had murdered her husband. She despised him. He’d been right about her feelings. Given the opportunity, she would kill him. It was, she decided, the stimulating ointments of Gruber that excited her so.

Hummel moved to stand in front of her. He ran his sweaty hands over her breasts. Her breath came faster. He put one hand near her pussy but didn’t touch it. Hating herself, she tried to lift herself toward his hand, “Please,” she said. Hummel laughed as did the others.

He nodded at Gruber, “It appears as if your genius has triumphed again, doctor.” He held the whip handle to Kathy’s lips. She kissed it and a shiver ran through her body.

“Before you begin,” Abul called out, “Miko is to put the crotch rope in place.” Hummel stepped aside. Miko picked up a long length of rope made of rough hemp. Mi Jong strapped a wide leather belt around Kathy’s waist and cinched it painfully tight. On the back of the belt was an “O” ring. Miko fastened one end of the rope to it and drew the rest between Kathy’s legs not touching the furrow of her slit. Mi Jong lowered a pulley that was on the beam above Kathy’s head and slightly behind her. Miko threaded the rope through the pulley and her partner raised it, but let it hang in a loop below Kathy’s crotch. Miko then knelt in front of Kathy and attached two steel clamps to each of her labial lips. Both women pulled the clamps back and used duct tape to secure them to Kathy’s thighs. Kathy’s labial lips were spread wide and held open. The prickly rope was positioned so that when it was pulled it would ride against the tender pink flesh of Kathy’s gaping pussy. If the rope were pulled hard enough, it could lift Kathy off the floor, her full weight supported by the jagged rope between her legs.

Abul stood and pulled his chair closer to the platform. “Before Lord Hummel gives you what you requested, I have a few questions. Since your clit is exposed and you are obviously in heat, I expect you are hoping to be allowed to cum for us not once, but as Dr. Gruber suggested, several times. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Abul, I would like very much for you and your guests to see me cum. I...I...need to...I mean, I want to cum as often as you will permit it.”

“I have prepared a list of questions which Miko will whisper to you while Lord Hummel pauses between strokes. If you cum or not will depend on how you answer and on whether I believe you mean what you say. Have you guessed as to how these orgasms might be brought about?”

“The rope,” she said.

“Yes, it was Madam Khe’s idea. The joining of extreme pain with extreme pleasure.”

Madam Khe spoke up, “After your training at the Facility and your experiences since you’ve returned here, perhaps it is safe to say that you are beginning to realize your only path to sexual pleasure may now lie through pain?”

It was the terrible thought that had occurred to Kathy earlier. She looked across at the Chinese woman and frowned, “I hope with all my heart, Madam Khe, that you are wrong, but...” she bowed her head without finishing.

“Enough talk,” Abul said. He nodded at Lord Hummel who immediately stepped behind Kathy and without hesitating brought the knotted whip down hard across her ass cheeks. Kathy had not expected the blow and jerked against her restraints. She was determined not to cry out. She clamped her lips and teeth together and grunted. The second, third and fourth strokes followed swiftly, each raising dark welts. At the fifth stroke Kathy screamed. Lord Hummel came around to face her. He pushed two inches of his whip handle into her vagina.

“Please, more,” Kathy said.

“No, my dear, you’re too anxious,” the Englishman laughed. He held up the whip handle, which was soaked with Kathy’s secretions. “I believe Madam Khe has spoken the truth,” he said. “Mrs. Ryan is certainly in love with the whip.” He placed the handle against her lips. “Clean it,” he said. Obediently, Kathy parted her lips and took the handle into her mouth. When Lord Hummel withdrew it, he leaned toward her and stroked her tear stained cheek. “Tell us again. Do you like the taste of your cunt, Mrs. Ryan?”

“Yes, yes I...I...like the taste,” she said and felt the color rise to her cheeks.

Lord Hummel took his place behind her but before he raised the whip, Abul gestured to Miko who pulled lightly on the rope. As its bristles touched her open slit and brushed against her swollen clit she orgasmed. She cried out, furiously rotating her pelvis trying to make contact with the rope, which Miko had slackened. Before she could regain her breath the whip whistled and cracked against her ass. She screamed. Lord Hummel waited while Miko, reading from a paper Abul had given her, whispered into Kathy’s ear.

Kathy nodded. After catching her breath, she looked around at the guests, “I promise to arrange for Jeff’s parents, Mary Margaret’s mother and father, to come here so that they might be used as hostages to persuade Mary Margaret to give herself to Abul. I want Abul to have my virgin sister-in-law. I want to watch her kneel before him and suck his great cock.”

‘They are only words,’
she thought.
‘I could never betray the three people I love most in the world.’

Miko grabbed the rope and pulled it tight against Kathy’s open cunt. Kathy stood on her tiptoes gasping. Miko let the rope go slack then jerked it again. The rough hemp dug into her ass crack. It scratched her pink flesh and rubbed painfully over her sensitive clitoris. Kathy came again, thrashing against the restraints and crying out. When the orgasm subsided, Miko again whispered in Kathy’s ear. Kathy said nothing.

“The beating will continue but the caresses of the rope will stop,” Abul said.

Kathy, her throat raw from screaming said, “Miko has told me that you, Abul, wish me to have...to have one of my...my...nipples pierced tonight. If I agree, I understand Miko will insert a pin which will be removed at...at...our marriage ceremony.” Kathy squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. She heard Hummel step behind her. Before he could strike, she looked at Abul and continued, “She tells me we are to exchange rings, and that it is your wish to place a plain black wedding band through my...through my...nipple at the close of the ceremony. I also understand that this ring will be made in such a way that it will be permanent. I will wear Abul’s ring until I die.” She stopped. Tears ran down her cheeks.

Abul leaned forward in his chair, “You have such perfect nipples. Everyone who has seen them has said so. I think you are proud of your nipples, Mrs. Ryan. Is that true?”

“Yes,” Kathy murmured, “I...I...have always been pleased with...with...”

Abul interrupted, “As my wife, self-pride will be forbidden.”

Gruber moved closer to her. “Such exquisite nipples, Mrs. Ryan. I remind you that piercing and the insertion of an irremovable plain black ring is a form of disfigurement. Are you sure?”