Marriage (6 page)
Since she couldn’t leave for several hours, she took her time selecting clothes for her trip and packing. After making herself a light lunch, she showered, put on her make-up, and dressed. After putting the suitcases in the trunk of her BMW, she was taking one last long look at the house she and Jeff had shared when she heard a car stop in front of the house and then someone ringing the doorbell. Fearfully, she peeked out of the window and was relieved to see it was a deliveryman holding a long narrow box, the kind that usually contained long stemmed roses.
She opened the door and, after signing the receipt and tipping the deliveryman, she took the box, which was heavier than she’d expected. She left the door open and sat on the arm of a living room chair with the box on her lap. No one except Satomi, Madam Khe, Abul and Uzetta knew she was here. It had to be from Uzetta! How sweet of him, she thought. Here he was running for his life, and yet he took time to send her roses. Quickly, she untied the ribbon and tore through the paper. She lifted the lid and screamed as she threw the box toward the open front door, where Abul stood grinning at her.
The box landed at Abul’s feet. In it was Uzetta’s finger, the one with the sapphire ring. “The rest of your black lover is at the bottom of the Allegheny River,” Abul said. “Dumb little bastards like him don’t understand. Nobody fucks with Mr. Satomi.” Kathy crouched against the wall on the verge of hysteria. She stared wide-eyed at Abul as he reached down to pick up the box and point to Uzetta’s finger. “Soon, bitch, you will suck my cock and you know where this will be?” He brought the open box close to her face, “It will be up your ass.”
“My God, Abul!” Kathy cried, “Please...please...”
Abul strode over to her and struck her hard across the face with the flat of his hand. She fell back on the floor sobbing. Abul stood over her. “You’re gonna pay, I mean pay, and pay, and pay. If Mr. Satomi didn’t want you alive, I’d fuckin’ kill you right now. But, by God, you’re gonna pay.” He waited until Kathy stopped sobbing. “Now, unless you do exactly what I tell you, Mr. Satomi ordered this is what’s gonna happen, you’re gonna invite all your old friends here, the country club friends of your husband, for a party. After you serve dinner, you’re gonna entertain them by suckin' my prick.” Kathy buried her head in her hands and shuddered. “Number two,” Abul went on, “your virgin sister-in-law will be whipped till she passes out, then she’ll be whipped till she passes out again....four or five times. Mr. Satomi said whipped till she’s cut and bleedin’ everywhere.”
Kathy began to whisper,” Please, no...please...whatever you say...please, Abul, I’ll do whatever you say.”
Abul’s threats, horrible as they were, could not compare to the devastation she felt knowing that because of her three men...three good men had lost their lives: her beloved husband, Jeff, then Kedad the man who’d come to the Facility to rescue her, and now the brave and gentle Uzetta. She had much to atone for.
Abul went to the door and signaled to several people who were in a van parked in her driveway. He then turned to Kathy. “Go into your bedroom. Make up your face like the whore you are. You know what is wanted. Then, put on a white gown we can see through and the white heels. Be sure to grease your asshole. Wait there until I call for you. When I do, bring with you the cap that covers your clit. It will be covered all the time you are here with me. You’re to be used, and whipped, and used again. It’s going to be a long afternoon and evening, Mrs. Ryan. Do you understand?”
A violent shudder coursed through Kathy’s body. She bowed her head. “Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?” Abul asked, the anger in his voice caused her to wince.
“Yes, Master Abul. I...I...will obey and accept whatever punishment you decide I deserve.” She trembled violently and choked back a the cry of despair that she felt in her heart. “My God,” she whispered, “that poor man.”
In a numbed daze, Kathy closed the bedroom door and selected from the new things in her closet, a white transparent floor length gown. Mechanically she undressed and sat, naked, at her make-up table. What was it Abul had said? ‘Paint your face like the whore you are’. Forcing all thoughts of Uzetta from her mind, she brushed black mascara on her lashes and applied dark blue eye shadow. For her mouth she chose a dark red lipstick followed by a coating of oily gloss. She rouged her nipples, which, to her embarrassment, had become stiff. Before brushing her hair and rubbing her body with the familiar perfumed oil, she applied KY jelly to her anal opening. Then, she put on the gown and slid her small white feet into the five-inch heels. After she retrieved the clitoral cap from under a chair, she sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Abul to call her. She thought of Uzetta. The tears came to her eyes. Blinking to hold them back did no good. They spilled down her cheeks and spotted her gown.
From the living room came the sound of Abul’s laughter and of several voices she didn’t recognize. She wiped away the tears and tried to will herself to think of nothing. But it was no use. Why had she and Uzetta imagined they could escape from one of the most powerful men in the world? She recalled her words to Abul, how she had humiliated him and ordered him from her house. He had hated her from the beginning. Now his need to hurt her would be unmitigated. Were it not for his fear of Satomi, he would have killed her long ago. In the past she could rely on Satomi to restrain Abul, but since she had defied Satomi, he too, would feel humiliated and require her to be severely punished. She glanced at the open bathroom door. In the medicine chest was a pack of Jeff’s razors. It would be an escape they could not prevent. But, after a moment, she knew she had neither the will nor the courage. Besides, there was Mary Margaret. If she obeyed Abul for the next few weeks, and managed to get back in the good graces of Satomi, perhaps she could somehow intervene on Mary Margaret’s behalf. At the Facility Kathy had discovered she was much stronger than she’d imagined. What more could Abul do to her? At her trial in the Facility she had taken the best Abul could hand out. What was to come couldn’t be any worse than what she’d already endured.
She would kneel before him and beg forgiveness. She would say whatever he wanted to hear. She would take his cock and the cocks of his ruthless friends in her mouth and ass. She would demean herself in whatever way he required, but she would survive and, possibly one day even prevail.
She stood and crossed to the full-length mirror next to her dressing table. Last night’s multiple orgasms had eased the tension she’d seen in her face. In spite of her situation, she looked softer, more relaxed. Although her make-up was heavily applied and exaggerated, it looked more theatrical than whorish. The shining lipstick was not a match for the brightness of her blue eyes. The black sheen of her hair perfectly framed her oval face. Her body, she noticed, was much firmer than it had been when she last stood before this mirror. Her waist was impossibly tiny accentuating the round fullness of her ass, and the proud swell of her breasts. Her long rouged nipples poked at the transparent gown. She turned and saw how the obscenely high heels shaped the curve of her calves and lifted her ass provocatively. Jeff had often said she was a real head-turner and always claimed she was the most beautiful woman in any gathering they attended. Although she never said so to him, she had to admit to herself that he was usually right. She had never been overly conscious of her appearance, but she knew then, and more than ever now, that she was a very pretty woman.
Horrible as the weeks at the Facility had been, it was clear that the rigorous exercises, the training of special muscles, the healthy diet, and perhaps even the constant humiliation had combined to make the woman in the mirror stunningly beautiful. If she were free of Abul...free of her contract to Satomi, she could no doubt have a career as a supermodel or marry any man she chose. But for the next two weeks she belonged to the filthy coward who had murdered not only her husband, but also poor Uzetta. Looking at the lovely image in the mirror, she said to herself, “I hate Abul...I hate him! Just to look at him fills me with hatred and disgust!”
The unnerving thought came to her that the beautiful face in the mirror and her splendid young body now belonged to her husband’s cold -blooded murderer. Abul could touch her where and how he pleased. His rough hands would knead her breasts. She would kiss him, make love to him. She would kneel before him and part her lips. His horrible cock would fill her mouth. She would swallow his thick jism. He would make her taste his sweat and filth. She would press her head to the floor and spread her ass cheeks and beg him to fuck her.
And he would take her there, pressing the swollen tip of his long, thick penis against her opening and then she’d feel the searing pain as its terrible length slid up inside her, throbbing and hot. The thought came to her that Abul’s cock buried deep in that most private place was an act far more intimate than anything she had ever experienced with her husband. Abul would begin pumping her slowly at first. Even though she wouldn’t want to, she’d begin to match the rhythm of his thrusts and hear herself moan and cry out as he filled her with hot powerful spurts of his jism. That’s the way it had been with him, right from the beginning. She belonged to Abul now. Here, in her own house, she was his woman. And because he was not permitted to take her in the natural way, he would fuck her ass and, despising herself, she would beg him to do it... vile, corrupt, abominable...even to think about, but to actually do it! She glanced again toward the bathroom where Jeff’s razors lay waiting. A loud banging on the door interrupted her thoughts.
“Come out, bitch!” Abul yelled, “And get on your knees.” His loud harsh voice always frightened her. Trying hard not to let them see her tremble, Kathy opened the door walked down the hall and entered the living room. With her head bowed, she got to her knees. “Now, you fuckin’ slut, down on your belly.” Abul spoke from one of the leather chairs on the far side of the room. Aware that there were three others in the room, Kathy stretched out on the rug but did not look up.
There was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Several candles had been lit. The room was hot, and smelled of whiskey and the musty odor of unclean clothes. “Come to me,” Abul said. “Come to me on your belly.” Kathy glanced at Abul’s shoes, relieved to see that he had not taken them off. Slowly, on her stomach, her arms stretched out before her, she inched across the floor toward him.
She heard some muttered comments and the laughter of a woman. When she reached Abul, he let her lay prostrate before him for several minutes. “My friends,” he said, “you see here at my feet the wife of the man we killed. As you know, we are in the house where they lived happily, but not forever after.” Abul chuckled and the others joined him. He shoved the tip of his shoe under Kathy’s chin and lifted her head. “Look at me, Mrs. Ryan.”
The smoldering hatred she had always seen in his eyes was now more intense than ever. “Before this night is over you will show by your words and actions that you appreciate what we have done. You will prove to us and to yourself that you are glad we made it possible for you to be my woman. You will thank us many times and in many ways.” He grinned at her, the flickering light of the fire exposing the yellow stubs of his rotting teeth. “Now, get up on your knees. Give me the clitoral cap, then welcome my friends to your house. Thank them for making it possible for you to invite me to your bed...for you to become Abul’s woman.”
Kathy pushed herself into a kneeling position. She handed Abul the cap before looking around the room at her guests. At first she was appalled, then frightened. Abul gestured toward the couch on which sat a man and a woman who, Kathy guessed, were in their mid-forties. Both were excessively fat. Their round moon faces grinned at her. They looked startlingly alike. “Twins,” Abul said, “brother and sister.” Not taking their eyes from Kathy, they nodded in unison. “I spoke to you about Ira,” Abul continued. “He was on the plane to see that the stewardess carried out her orders and to watch your husband die.” Kathy noticed the man had unzipped his fly. While he stared at her, he stroked his small, limp, uncircumcised cock. “Ira’s sister is called Iris,” Abul went on. “You, of course, will refer to them as Mr. Klein and Miss Klein.” Abul paused to drink from a glass of bourbon he held in his hand. Abul tapped Kathy’s knee with his shoe. “Do you remember how I told you to greet them?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Well, do it, bitch!”
Kathy bowed her head. “Mr. and Miss Klein, I welcome you to my house. I...I...wish to thank you for...for...making it possible for me to become Abul’s woman.”
Abul smiled, “Iris managed to procure the rare ingredients for the poison that killed your husband. As I have told you, the mixture guaranteed his death would be a very painful one. Her brother was there to see it, right Ira?”
“Very painful, Abul,” Ira’s voice was unnaturally high, “the woman’s husband suffered just as you wanted him to.”
“Yes,” Abul kept his eyes on Kathy who had not looked up. “Well, perhaps she had no wish for him to die painfully, but if he were not dead I wouldn’t be sitting in his house at this moment nor would I be taking his wife to bed later. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”
“That’s right,” Kathy said, lifting head and turning to face Abul. “You would not be here tonight or any other night.”
“But now you want me instead of your weak husband, yes? You want Abul in your bed?” Her words and attitude angered him.
Kathy was silent for a few moments but knew it would only make matters worse if she defied him again. She turned back toward the brother and sister, “It pleases me to have Abul and his friends here.” She heard Abul tap his foot impatiently. “And I want Abul to...I mean I want to make love to Abul in my bed.” Kathy was aware of movement in a chair near the fireplace that was half hidden in shadows. She turned toward the chair and, as the occupant leaned forward, she gasped and brought her hands to her lips.