Marriage (32 page)

She paused in the hallway considering how she might greet her new husband. None of the lamps had been lit, but a stack of logs burned brightly in the fireplace casting lurid shadows on the walls. Abul sat facing the fire, his back to her. She stopped at the buffet table to fill a tumbler with ice and bourbon.

Without speaking, she placed it on the small table at his side. Then, she quickly got to her knees before him. Glancing up at him first, she lowered her head to his feet. Gently, she parted his big toe from his second toe. Very softly touching her parted lips to his toes, she slid her tongue into the space between them and licked it.

She lifted her head to look into the sneering face of her new husband. Before speaking, she raised up to place her hand on his. “I worship the feet of the man who murdered my husband. I worship the feet of Abul who has honored me by making me his wife.” Moving closer between his spread legs, she lifted his hand and bringing it to her lips said, “I kiss the fingers of the man who murdered my husband.” The sight of Jeff’s wedding band on Abul’s finger caused a flash of anger, which she quickly hid.

Still kneeling before him, she slowly moved her hands along the inside of his thighs. “I have learned where I belong, Abul, here on my knees in gratitude to you. I promise to be a good wife to you Abul; obedient and submissive.”

She licked her lips and placed her hands on his chest, “Please, Abul, please,” she said, “I long to taste your mouth.” He grunted and drew her to him. She held his face between her hands and parted her lips to accept his tongue. He reached for the remote and let the brushes turn. She groaned and pulled him tighter against her. They separated for a moment. “Please, Abul, again,” she said, and pressed her open mouth against his darting her tongue inside, tracing the familiar edges of his broken teeth. The smell and taste of garlic and bourbon almost made her wretch. He let the brushes spin. She invited his tongue into her mouth and sucked it.

When they parted, she held his head between her hands and looked into his eyes, which, she saw, still mocked her. Deliberately, she leaned forward and licked the spittle that had formed on his lips.

Abruptly, Abul stopped the brushes and flung Kathy away from him so hard that she fled backwards, sprawling on the floor. “You’re a cunt!” he yelled. “A slut cunt! All you want is for me to let you cum!” He downed the bourbon, slamming the empty glass on the table. “Well?” he glared at her. The thought flashed through her mind that just a few months ago this ugly, brutal, low-life wouldn’t have been permitted to speak to her. Hating herself, she quickly scrambled to her feet, the tight dress almost causing her to fall. She reached for the glass, but Abul grabbed her wrist. “Say it,” he demanded, “say what you are.”

Although she was shaken, she spoke softly, “Abul, we both know I’m not what you called me. I’m your wife. If I am aroused, it is because you excite me as no other man ever has. Surely you must know that by now. My only wish is to please you and perhaps, in time, to love you.”

He released her. She reached out to touch his face. “I’m glad, can’t you see that I’m truly glad, so that I could become your woman.” She touched the outline of the iron ring that pierced her nipple. “I wear this with pride. I belong to you, Abul.”

Before he could respond, she hurried to make his drink, careful to add water this time. Miko has left a mirror, lipstick, and gloss on a tray beside the liquor. Quickly, Kathy reapplied her make-up. When she finished, she stared into the mirror. She saw the hurt and anger in her eyes, but also the desire. Despising herself for entertaining such an unforgivable notion, she thought,
‘My God, I want him. No, I need him. I need this ruthless man to fuck me.’
She tried to dismiss the thought as a reaction to Gruber’s stimulants, but knew it was more than that.

She placed Abul’s drink on the table and, standing behind him, circled the rim of his ear with her tongue. She whispered, “I want your kisses, Abul. I want your mouth. I want more than anything to make love to you tonight in the way a new bride makes love to her husband.”

“What do you mean?” he grumbled.

She came around to stand between his legs, then got to her knees, “Please, Abul, I beg you, please remove the cap and take me as a husband takes his wife. Please, Abul, fuck me, fuck my cunt.” She spread her knees and parted her vaginal lips. The pink along each side of the clitoral cap was wet with milky secretions.

Abul stared for a moment then shook his head, “Satomi would kill me.”

“He won’t know if you turn off the video cameras.” She crawled forward and, parting his robe, once more took his huge cock between her hands and began to masturbate him. She looked up at him, “Abul, I have learned over these past months to want your cock, to need it. When I think about your cock my mouth wants it, my ass wants it, my cunt has never felt it. Abul, your thick cock would hurt me, would rip my tight cunt. I beg for that, Abul.” She glanced down at his stiff cock then looked up at him again, “On my knees I beg for you to fill my cunt with your great prick. Please, Abul, make your beautiful American wife’s cunt bleed. Make it bleed for you, Abul. Please, just tonight, our wedding night.”

“No, no!” he said. “Impossible.”

She leaned over and with her lips touched the bunched skin at the head of his uncircumcised prick. She looked up at him as sincerely as she could, “Do you know what I have learned to admire and respect most about you? It’s your manliness, Abul. You are strong. You take what you want. You wanted me and found a way to have me.”

Abul nodded, “By killing your husband.”

Kathy continued her gentle stroking of his cock. “Yes, by killing my husband. You know I’ve hated you for that, hated you more than I thought possible. For a long time that hatred and rage has been inside me.” She paused before continuing. “But, Abul, I’ve been wrong. It’s taken me a long time to realize it, but I’ve been wrong. My former life was empty. My former husband was weak.”

Abul leaned forward glaring at her, “But you still have feelings of what you call love for that gutless piece of shit you were married to.”

She’s anticipated he would want her to dismiss Jeff completely. He would want her to refute all that her husband had meant to her. She knew Abul needed to be certain that she was his possession, that she welcomed his dominance over her. Still kneeling before him, she sat back on her heels, forcing herself to look steadily into his ugly face. “You are right, Abul. My husband was weak. He played golf and tennis. He hit a ball with a stick. But you, Abul, you were a brave soldier, risking your life in battle.” She saw that her words were having the desired effect on the ignorant brute’s ego.

She inched forward and once more lowered her head to softly press her lips to his feet. Looking up, she placed her hands on his thighs, “I kiss your feet Abul, not because I must, but because you have honored me by taking me as your wife.” She forced herself to look down at his long filthy toes. The faint imprints of her lips made her shudder. She looked again into the bulging eyes that continued to mock her. “On my knees, Abul, I am begging you to fuck me. You wanted me and killed in order to have me. Now, I am yours.” She leaned down to kiss the head of his prick again. “Please, Abul, it is our wedding night. Fuck me. Take me like the fierce soldier you are. Rape my hot cunt. Fuck me hard and long. I want you, Abul. I want your thick long cock deep inside me. I want you to cum in me, Abul.”

She moved against him, putting her arms around him and pressing her lips to his. She felt the warm secretions ooze from her pussy. She stood and parted her gown. Her face was flushed and her breathing quick. Abul took up the remote. She thought he meant to let the brushes spin. Instead, there was a slight noise, and the clitoral cap dropped to the floor.

Abul rose and moved quickly to the panel that controlled the video cameras. He pressed the off button, which, Kathy knew, turned the cameras on. She’d won! He was going to fuck her!

In the flickering firelight, he looked like some grotesque monster out of a nightmare. She could see that he still despised her and that his only desire was, as it had always been, to humiliate and abuse her. He frowned at her, “At great risk to myself, I may give you what you want but first you must prove that I have broken your stubborn will and that you are truly grateful to me for having taken your husband’s life.”

She didn’t know what she could do that she hadn’t done, or what she could say that she hadn’t said. She got to her knees determined to make him believe she was pleased and honored to belong to him. She bowed her head, “Thank you, Abul, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are the man I have always wanted and needed. Honestly, my only wish is to serve you as a devoted wife or in any other way you desire.”

Abul took a step toward her. “Tomorrow you will dress just as you are. Together we will drive to the cemetery where your husband is buried. In the bitter cold you will get out of the car and squat over your husband’s grave while I video you. Then we will come home and watch the tape. What will we see?”

Her head still bowed, Kathy answered softly, “We will see me urinating on my husband’s grave.”

Abul nodded, “And pissing on your husband’s grave, what will that tell us?”

“It will say I deny him. It will say I have driven him from my heart and mind completely. It will say that I have given myself unconditionally to my new husband, Abul.”

Abul rose and started toward the bedroom. “Crawl,” he said. “I’ll fuck you on the bed where you once made love to that weakling you married.”

Kathy crawled behind him wanting desperately to touch her swollen clitoris. In the bedroom, he sprawled out on the bed, pointing to the bench at its foot. She got to her knees on the bench. Abul’s bare feet were only inches from her face. “I ask permission, husband, to show respect,” she said.

“Later,” he said. He sat back against the headboard. His cock had gone limp. “It’s better your new husband fucks you before the dog does. Is that not so?”

She had forgotten about Gruber’s dog and the party that was to take place a month from now. But if she could get Abul to violate Satomi’s orders, there would be no party. “Yes, Abul, it’s only right that you fuck your wife before she must give herself to the dog.”

Abul’s cock was hard now. Abul motioned for her to come onto the bed. She knelt between his legs and stripped slowly rubbing her hands along her body and cupping her breasts. She skinned back the head of Abul’s cock and licked around the groove of the vile smelling rim.

She looked up at him. His cock trembled in her hand. “Please, Abul, fuck me. Fuck your new bride.”

“I want to rape you. I want you to struggle until I force my prick into you.”

She realized how perfect that will appear on the tape. “Yes,” she said, “force me, rape me. I want that. Your anger, your hatred, excite me.”

“On your knees,” he demanded. “I want to fuck your hot cunt.”

Quickly, she got to her knees and felt him roughly grab her ass cheeks and raise her ass. She pretended to struggle. “You’re my wife!” he shouted. “To hell with that skinny Japanese bastard! You belong to me now. Your cunt belongs to me!” Viciously, he plunged his thick cock into her. She came immediately. She came again, and a third time as he continued to pound into her. She was unaware that she was screaming his name. He came inside her with an explosive orgasm. He lay panting over her back. His cum mixed with her blood oozed from her cunt and puddled on the sheet.

Kathy had beaten him. She was certain they had been caught on the tapes. Tomorrow morning the tapes would be edited and sent directly over private lines to Satomi. He’d see that she tried to resist. He’d see that Abul deliberately disobeyed. The fuck Abul had just enjoyed would cost him his life. Kathy smiled to herself.

Not wanting Abul to become suspicious, she stayed the night. She even made love to him, kissing him tenderly at first. But, as her need to feel him inside her again grew, she kissed him hungrily, bruising their mouths. She slid down his body and lifting his heavy cock, kissed his testicles.

He yanked her hair, forcing her to look up at him. “What of your first husband?” he shouted.

“I no longer think of him. I feel nothing for him. You have taken his place in this bed. You have taken his wife as your own.”

Abul released her. He’d become hard again. She rolled over on her back and spread her legs and guided him into her. He fucked her for a long time, bringing her to several orgasms. As he was about to cum, he quickly withdrew his cock and pulled her forward. “Drink it!” he said. “Swallow.” She opened her mouth and looking into his eyes took his cum. “You like the taste? You like Abul’s cum?” he grinned down at her.

Before answering, she lifted his cock to her lips and gently kissed the slit. His cum coated her lips. She looked up at him. “Yes, my husband, I like the taste.”

Abul nodded, “Good. You’ll be getting plenty of it.” He fell back on the bed, rolled over on his side, and soon was snoring.

When she was certain he was sound asleep, she slid out of bed and went to her room in the basement. Miko was waiting for her. The Korean woman permitted herself a slight smile. “Abul is a dead man,” she said.

Kathy frowned, “Yes, he’s a dead man,” she said softly, wondering why she wasn’t as happy as she ought to be.

Epilogue

Early the next morning, while Abul slept, Kathy, Miko, and Miko’s husband altered the tapes and sent them, as they’d been sent each morning, via the Internet to Mr. Satomi.