Marriage (29 page)

Kathy shook her head vigorously, “No,” she said. “I won’t agree. I can’t. I simply can’t do that.”

“Very well then,” Abul’s face flushed with anger. “Mi Jong, take down the crotch rope. Miko place the cap over her clit.” He reached for the remote that would secure the cap. “Lord Hummel, it would please me if you whip her until she passes out.”

Miko approached Kathy holding the cap in her hand. Kathy struggled against the chains and cuffs. Miko knelt before her and was about to replace the cap. “Wait!” Kathy cried. Miko looked back at Abul who held up his hand. Not knowing whom she hated more, herself or Abul, she said, “I agree.”

Abul nodded to Lord Hummel who delivered five hard blows, which crisscrossed her ass cheeks with red and purple welts. Kathy hung limply from the wrist cuffs until the rope again pressed tightly against her clitoris. Mi Jong released it then pulled it hard in several short jerks. Kathy was about to cum again when the Korean woman let it go slack. Miko once more said something to Kathy that the others couldn’t hear. Kathy glanced at the rope Mi Jong held ready. She then looked directly at Abul. “When I am let down, Abul, I beg for permission to crawl to you, to kneel at your feet and show you respect in the way you have taught me.”

Abul laughed, “But as you see, Mrs. Ryan, I am wearing shoes and socks tonight. What would you have me do and why?”

“I would be grateful if you would remove your shoes and socks so that I might kiss...and...and lick your feet.” She felt her nipples harden and her clit swell until she thought it might burst.

“To earn the privilege, Mrs. Ryan, you must ask for not five but ten more strokes of Lord Hummel’s whip.”

“Please, Lord Hummel,” Kathy’s voice was little more than a harsh whisper, “so that I may be allowed to show Abul my gratitude...be...be...permitted to kneel before him and...and...kiss his feet, I would like ten more strokes.”

As he beat her, both Miko and Mi Jong pulled on the rope lifting Kathy off the floor. The rope cut into her vaginal opening and her clitoris. In spite of the pain or because of it, Kathy had one violent orgasm after another until the two Asian women lowered her to the floor almost unconscious. They revived her with smelling salts and quickly applied the healing salve to the welts, many of which had broken her skin. They had a basin of warm water and sponged Kathy’s face before brushing her hair. Kathy noticed they had lipstick and gloss on their tray, but they didn’t use it.

Mi Jong brought a straight-backed wooden chair to the platform. Miko helped Kathy into it. They strapped her wrists to the chair arms and her feet to the legs.

“You want to be pierced for your new husband,” Abul asked.

“I agreed,” Kathy said, but her heart was pounding and everything in her head was shouting for her to scream and take back her promise. But she knew that would be hopeless and probably result in something worse. Miko, without warning, shoved a ball gag into Kathy’s mouth and strapped it behind her head. Kathy watched wide-eyed as the women lighted a propane burner and heated a fat needle.

Abul turned to his guests, “The ring for my bride is thick and heavy. A large hole is necessary.”

“Is the wedding band inscribed with a loving sentiment?” Gruber asked.

“Of course,” Abul smiled. “It says ‘I belong to Abul’.”

The needle was glowing red. Mi Jong pinched Kathy’s nipple and rubbed it with salve until it lengthened and stiffened. Using a clamp to pull the tip out, she nodded to Miko who carefully pushed the red-hot needle through the base of Kathy’s extended nipple. Behind the gag, Kathy screamed and choked. Her eyes rolled back and she was about to faint again. Miko quickly inserted the thick steel pin in the opening she had made. Then, she put the smelling salts under Kathy’s nose reviving her. A thin trickle of blood ran from the wound.

“Pin is coated with ointment. Will heal nipple and slide out easy tomorrow,” Miko explained. Kathy’s breast throbbed with intense pain. She looked down at her disfigured nipple and the tears flowed. Miko and Mi Jong removed the gag, wiped her face and applied fresh lipstick and gloss.

“Did you want to do that for the man who may accept you as his wife?” Abul taunted.

“Yes,” Kathy’s voice was almost gone. “Yes...Abul, I did.” She looked at him then down at his feet, which were bare.

“You should know, Mrs. Ryan, that you will not be a wife in the American sense except in the eyes of the state and church. You will be more of a pet and a servant. You will wait on me. You will anticipate and fulfill my every need. You will offer yourself to my friends. You will perform for us in entertainments such as we have seen here tonight. Like a pet you will often kneel on the floor at my side.” He paused waiting for her to speak. She said nothing. “When you are acting as my pet and crouched beside me, my hands may be near your lips.” He waited again, obviously becoming angry. “Well?” he shouted.

“I will kiss them...kiss your hands,” Kathy said.

“And when my feet are bare?”

“Kiss them,” she repeated. She saw he wanted her to say more. “Kiss your feet. Kiss your bare feet, kiss them warmly...devotedly.”

“Sometimes I will want you to do that, but at other times such acts of affection will annoy me. If you are not sure whether to kiss or not to kiss?”

“Kiss,” Kathy said, “kiss your hands, kiss your feet.”

“If it happens that I’m annoyed, I will slap you. Then what?”

“I will say I’m sorry.”

“Well, my pet. You’ve had some rest and your mouth is prepared.” He crooked a finger at her. She slid off the chair and started to crawl toward him. “On your belly,” he said. She stretched out on the floor and inched her way toward where he sat. Normally, she would have looked away from his disgusting unwashed feet, but now, as if she were hypnotized, she focused on them and felt the stirring of another orgasm. When she reached him, she ground her pelvis against the rug and was about to cum again when he bent down and lifted her to a kneeling position. Blood still seeped from the hole in her nipple. The guests noted the red dots of blood along the welts the Englishman’s whip had left.

“She bleeds for you,” Gruber said.

“Indeed she does, and this is only the beginning,” Abul chuckled. “And, as you see, the rich, white, highly educated Mrs. Ryan crawls on her belly to kiss the feet of the man she once defied...to kiss the feet of the man who killed her husband.”

He stroked her head, “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, say it.”

Gazing steadily into his mocking face, she spoke softly, “I crawl, Abul, on my belly to kiss your feet...to kiss the feet of the man who killed my husband. You own me now.”

“You claim that you want to be my bride, even though I tell you that the word ‘wife’ means little to me. You claim to welcome serving me, acting as my whore, becoming my obedient little pet.” He paused and grinned down at her, “But, Mrs. Ryan, do you love me? Do you crawl to me out of love? Do you kiss my feet out of gratitude? Do you honor me with your warm lips because I murdered your husband?”

Kathy bowed her head gathering her thoughts. She looked up at him, arching her back, “You killed my husband, the only man I’ve ever loved. I can never forget or forgive that.” She saw his face flush with anger and hurried on, “But just tonight I’ve begun to realize something about myself. The weeks at the Facility and your discipline...your power, even your cruelty, has...has. I don’t know how to say it, has awakened something in me that I despise and fear but...but also desire.” She looked around at the others, then back at her tormentor. “In all honesty, Abul, I do not nor can I ever love you. But I will wear your black ring with pride. I will obey you in all things. I will be wife, servant, whore, and pet. My dear husband is gone. I cannot go back to the life I shared with him. The only future for me now is one devoted to the man who took that other life from me.” She bowed her head, then raised it to look at him again, “And now in the house I shared with my husband, I honor you with my lips and my tongue.” She lowered her head to his feet and gently pressed her parted lips to his dark toes.

Abul smiled at his three guests, “Mrs. Ryan’s lips are warm and her tongue in hot. Perhaps her answer is acceptable, but I’m not sure she is sincere. What do you think, Hummel?”

“It’s hard to say. Obviously she feels it is her best interest to tell you what you want to hear.”

“Doctor Gruber, do you believe she means what she says?” Abul asked.

“Lord Hummel makes a good point. I don’t think she means it at all. You cold bloodedly murdered her husband. She hates you. That’s only natural. In addition, she still feels superior to you...to all of us for that matter.” He stepped forward and put his hand on Abul’s shoulder, “My dear friend, Abul, it would be a great mistake to marry the proud and arrogant Mrs. Ryan.”

Kathy looked up at Abul and began to protest, but he silenced her with a slap across the face. Turning to the Chinese woman he said, “Madam Khe, your opinion.”

Madam Khe glanced at Kathy, then turned to Abul and spoke with quiet conviction. “We all know the good doctor would like to have Mrs. Ryan for himself so that he could give her to his nephew. Therefore, it is very much in his self-interest to prevent the marriage.” She paused. Gruber frowned but said nothing, so she continued, “Like you and Lord Hummel, I have doubts about her sincerity. Obviously, she doesn’t love you. How could she? But, as I’ve said before, Mrs. Ryan is a work in progress. I sense in her a developing need for the two things you give her.”

“Which are?” Abul questioned.

“Intense humiliation and pain.” She looked at Kathy, then back at Abul. “It is still a contest of wills, Abul. In time, I think, you may very well prevail. You have been raising the bar...testing how much she can take. I suggest you demand of her something she is most unwilling to do. She needs to prove to you and, more importantly, to know in her own mind and heart that she is your possession and nothing more.”

“Thank you, Madam Khe. You read my mind.” He tilted Kathy’s chin so she had to look up at him. “What do you say, Mrs. Ryan?”

“Madam Khe is correct. When I look at you, I see the man who murdered my husband. But, Abul, the need for what you give me is strong...more powerful, I think, than Madam Khe suspects. In time, perhaps in a very short time, that need will show itself in honest devotion...devotion that is as real and deep as love.” She noticed Madam Khe and Lord Hummel exchange glances and nods of approval. Kathy looked at Abul and gently touched her bleeding nipple. “I have asked to be whipped for the entertainment of your friends. I have agreed to help in persuading Mary Margaret to...to...give herself to you. Piercing is an abomination to me. But I have disfigured my breast because you demanded that I do it.” She placed her hand on his knee. “Tonight, Abul, you have been kind enough to remove the cap and permit me to have the most intense orgasms I’ve ever felt. I’m most grateful. To become, as you say, your wife, your servant, your whore, and your pet is now my fondest wish.”

Impressed with Kathy’s cleverness, Madam Khe allowed herself a slight smile, “It is a good answer, Abul,” she said. “I believe her.”

Still looking up at Abul, Kathy circled her lips with her tongue. “If you will permit it, I ask that you allow me to once more show my respect.” She placed a hand on his bare foot. “Are my lips acceptable?” she asked softly. “May I kiss your feet? Please, Abul, I want to, I really want to.”

“Not just yet,” he sneered. “I’ve been thinking about Madam Khe’s suggestion that I raise the bar, that before a wedding takes place I require something else of you, something that will truly demonstrate this devotion you speak of.”

“I will do whatever you ask,” Kathy said.

“Well then, this is what you must do. If the wedding you so desire takes place tomorrow, we will have a grand party here one month from now. The men you serviced at the Facility will attend as will Doctor Gruber’s friends, Lord Hummel and others. You will have convinced your sister-in-law to give herself to me?” It was a question.

Kathy knew she could not and would not do that, but she answered, “Yes, Abul. I will.”

“Also, like a dutiful wife and obedient whore, you will be called upon to entertain us.”

“I know, Abul. You will want to have me whipped.”

“No, not whipped.”

Kathy felt fear grip her heart. “What then?”

“You will do the thing you find most degrading and most frightening. Can you guess what it is?” He stroked her hair and grinned down at her.

“No, honestly Abul, I...I...can’t imagine anything that I have not already done.”

Abul glanced at Doctor Gruber. “One of our honored guests will be Fredrick, Doctor Gruber’s nephew. If you truly wish to become the wife of Abul you must agree to do this thing on the night of the celebration one month from now.” Kathy drew back. Suddenly she was no longer aware of the throbbing in her breast or the burning welts on her ass cheeks. Even the stimulating ointments seemed to drain away. Abul noticed the change in her. He leaned down, his ugly face almost touching hers. “It will happen only once, but, by God, it will happen,” he hissed.

“I...I...don’t want to hear it,” Kathy murmured.

“No one gives a shit what you do or don’t want!” Abul sat back and slammed his hands against the chair. “After your virgin sister-in-law sucks my prick, you will, for our amusement fuck Fredrick’s dog!”

Kathy’s eyes blazed with anger. Quickly, she backed away from him. “You evil bastard!” she screamed. “I absolutely won’t!” She crawled further back and stopped. Glaring at Abul, her face crimson she spoke evenly and forcefully, “You’re a disgusting, perverted, ugly coward...not worthy to shine my poor husband’s shoes.” She spit toward him. “I will not do what you demand. I will not!”