Marriage (7 page)

“This,” Abul said, “is Doctor Conrad Gruber. Actually it was he, not myself, who came up with the brilliant plan that resulted in your husband’s death. He chose the fatal ingredients and mixed them in a way that insured the outcome I wanted.”

Gruber stood up slowly and bowed in Kathy’s direction. He looked like a cadaver, like someone out of one of those horror movies about the living dead. He was at least seven feet tall. His lankly frame seemed skeleton like and his head little more than a skull over which was stretched pale colorless skin. Thin grey-brown hair was combed straight back from his high receding forehead. His long nose resembled the beak of a bird of prey. His eyes seemed lidless. They were sunk deep into his hollow face. As he stepped into the firelight, she could see that they, too, were almost colorless, a very pale hard blue. He wore a severe black suit with a vest and a black shirt buttoned to the neck. She looked at his hands. The long, smooth fingers were white. The fingernails were also long and pointed as if they’d been cut and filed and carefully manicured. He acknowledged her with a thin-lipped smile. It occurred to Kathy that he resembled what she had always imagined Death would look like. When he stared, unblinking, into her eyes, she felt as if a cold hand were squeezing her heart.

As if from far away, she heard Abul saying, “Welcome your husband’s executioner, Mrs. Ryan.”

It was a full minute before Kathy could speak and only then because Doctor Gruber looked across at Abul, releasing her from his hypnotic stare. “I...I...welcome you, Doctor, to my house,” she finally managed to whisper.

“And?” Abul prompted.

Kathy bowed her head, relived to be able to avoid looking at the frightening figure. “Your...your knowledge and skill has made it possible for me...for me to become Abul’s woman. For that, I am most grateful.”

“You are quite welcome, Mrs. Ryan. However, I must say that I don’t sense in either your voice or your manner that you are happy to have us as guests in your home or that you are truly pleased to belong to Abul.” He waited for Kathy to respond. When she didn’t, he continued. “In fact, I suspect if it were possible to kill all of us you would do it in the blink of an eye. Is that not true, Mrs. Ryan?”

Kathy glanced at Abul who was scowling. Obviously, he didn’t like the question, but it was just as apparent that he was fearful of objecting. She knew an honest answer would enrage him. Steeling herself to look again into the pale blue eyes of the Doctor she shook her head, “No, Doctor Gruber, killing is not in my nature. I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to.” His eyes burned into her. He knew she was lying. She looked down at the floor. “Abul has given me what I need. He’s shown me where I belong. I am...am...proud to belong to him.”

“Well then, Mrs. Ryan, we shall avail ourselves of your hospitality and look forward to seeing you demonstrate your respect and affection for your Middle Eastern mentor.” He was mocking her and they all knew it.

Abul, vaguely feeling that his control was slipping away, shouted at Kathy, “Now, bitch, crawl to Mr. Klein. Suck his cock...suck it good.”

Kathy glanced at Gruber, hoping he might intervene. He looked at her impassively, then sat down and all but disappeared in the shadows. On her hands and knees, Kathy crawled to the couch where Ira, his pants around his ankles, waited for her. His fat fingers lazily stroked his small limp dick. From three feet away, Kathy could smell the stench of his sweaty crotch. As she inched between his stubby legs, he grinned down at her as did his sister. Abul moved his chair so that he could face them, “Ask, Mrs. Ryan, if you can show your gratitude for his part in making you a widow by sucking his prick,” he instructed.

Ira’s cock looked like a plump sausage. Even though he continued to play with it, nothing happened. It had not begun to stiffen. The grey skin bunched at its head sickened her. She noticed there were warts on his testicles and on the dirty hand that pulled at his flaccid cock.

“Ask, damn you!” Abul yelled.

“May I offer to suck...to suck your cock as thanks for helping to make...make me a widow?”

Ira didn’t seem at all embarrassed about his limp penis.

Ira held his pale cock out to her. The foul odor was unbearable. He looked down at her beautiful face. In the candlelight her full lips glistened. He edged forward touching her lips with the bunched and wrinkled foreskin of his cock. She resisted the impulse to turn away. Instead, she parted her lips and he slid his prick between them. It lay in her mouth like a slimy raw shrimp.

Behind her she heard Abul speaking, “If you remember, Mrs. Ryan, it was you who urged your husband to take the trip. Satomi counted on that. Your Jeff acting on behalf of a company Mr. Satomi was doing business with, was asked to go to New Orleans to sign the contracts. However, one of the other lawyers could have gone. Yes?”

Tears came to Kathy’s eyes as she remembered Jeff’s reluctance to leave. She’d convinced him that he should. Ira held her head tight against his crotch. Although she sucked on his limp cock in the ways she’d been taught, nothing happened. It flopped around lifelessly in her mouth.

Abul continued, “After completing his business in New Orleans, he was flying back to Washington to deliver the contracts before catching a flight home.”

“Ira boarded the plane in New Orleans with the poisoned chicken sandwich, which he passed to the stewardess whose children we’d threatened and continue to threaten. She will never say anything. She served your husband his last meal. Your friend, Mr. Stein, sued the airline for five million dollars and won, making you a very wealthy widow. That’s another thing you need to thank us for.”

Kathy was aware that Ira’s sister had changed her position on the couch in order to lean close to her. Kathy had closed her eyes shutting out the view of Ira’s thick pubic hair and bulging stomach. “Look at this, Mrs. Ryan,” Iris rasped. When Kathy opened her eyes she found herself staring at a large photograph of Jeff’s smiling face. She pulled back. Ira’s flaccid cock fell back against his small testicles.

Abul called to her, “We found several pictures of him and had some enlarged for you. We also discovered some video tapes of your wedding and honeymoon, but we’ll save those for another time.”

Kathy had turned away and put her hands to her face. She sobbed quietly. Abul waited a few moments before speaking again. “For someone who has been trained to give men pleasure, you are not doing very well, Mrs. Ryan. Ira wants a stiff prick. As you are looking at your husband’s photograph I want you to get Ira hard. Do you understand, bitch?”

Kathy, her head bowed, said, “Yes, Abul, I understand.” She turned back toward Ira and moved between his legs again. Iris continued to hold Jeff’s photograph before Kathy’s eyes.

“Suck me,” Ira said, once more holding his little cock out to her. Kathy skinned it back and licked around the ring of his cockhead. She lifted it and ran her tongue along the length of its underside. She flicked her tongue at the base of his cockhead. His prick began to swell as she took it into her mouth again. She tried to close her eyes again but Iris made her open them. With her right hand Kathy pulled on Ira’s cock as she sucked.

Quickly, his sister put down the photograph and lay back on the couch. She spread her legs revealing a thatch of thick black hair parted by the dark purple slit of her rancid smelling cunt. She began to play with herself.

“Now, Mrs. Ryan,” Abul directed, “And lick his balls.”

Although Ira’s breath was coming faster. “I was there, in the plane with your husband,” he said.

“We killed him,” Abul shouted.

Kathy groaned and started to rise.

“Goddamn it, you stay right where you are!” Abul shouted. “Keep your eyes open and keep doing what you’re supposed to do or Jeff’s little sister will feel the whip.”

Kathy licked Ira’s testicles. She could feel the raised warts against her tongue. “Don’t you quit,” Ira ordered. “Do it like you like it. Keep in mind that you’re lickin' the balls of one of the guys that helped to make you a fuckin’ rich widow. Hold them in your mouth and suck them nice,” he said. His sack was small. She opened her mouth to take all of it.

The tears flowed, unchecked, from Kathy’s eyes.

“You can stop lickin now,” Ira finally said, “but stay right there and keep your mouth open. I’m gonna stick my dick in it and you’re gonna suck till I cum.” Kathy glanced quickly at Abul pleading that he not make her do this. Abul shook his head and grinned. “Open!” Ira suddenly yelled. She parted her lips. His cock went directly from his sister’s cunt into her mouth. The taste and the revolting smell caused her to gag. Ira began to fuck her mouth. Ira jerked spasmodically and shot warm spurts into her mouth. His cum was watery and tasted of urine. She swallowed it, then slumped back and lay sobbing on the floor.

They all watched her for a while. Finally, Abul ordered her to get to her knees. Slowly she pushed herself up and, kneeling, turned to face him, the hatred burning in her eyes, the tears still streaking her cheeks.

“I didn’t hear you thank the twins,” Abul said.

Still looking directly at Abul, Kathy’s voice was steady, “Thank you.”

“Not good enough. What are you thanking them for and they have names.”

Kathy bowed her head, “Mr. and Mrs. Klein, I thank you for your part in making it possible for me to become Abul’s woman.”

“Are you happy to be my woman?” Abul taunted.

Kathy raised her head and, frowning, answered, “Yes, I am pleased to belong to you.”

“Pleased enough to invite me to your bed? Pleased enough to make yourself look especially desirable for your new man?” Kathy couldn’t answer. Abul continued, “After the entertainment I provided for you this evening, you must be anxious to give yourself to me. You must be hot and wanting to submit to Abul in the bed you and your late husband shared? Perhaps you will honor me with a complete response?”

His sneering sarcasm was evident to all of them. Kathy paused to gather her resolve, “I invite you to the bed I once shared with the man you...the man you...killed. The bed I shared with my former husband. I will prepare myself in the way I know you prefer.” She paused. “I will....I will... be honored to...to...give myself to you there.”

“But first this,” Abul said, holding up the cap. Kathy knew her pussy was wet and her clitoris swollen. Even though she’d experienced a number of intense orgasms last night with Uzetta, she longed for more. She wanted desperately to touch herself. She would gladly have done it for the amusement of Abul’s guests if only he had ordered her to. Abul held out his other hand. In it were the tiny brushes that could be fitted into the cap and activated by Abul’s remote. “What would you do in order to have me put these back into the cap?” Abul asked.

Kathy couldn’t believe he might actually do it. He was only tormenting her. Still, it was a possibility. For a moment she was torn between her hatred of this murderer and her desire to once more feel the brushes spin against her clitoris. She reminded herself that the immediate fate of Mary Margaret rested with Abul. In order to spare her sister-in-law she had to please him. “Almost...almost anything,” she replied.

“Such as...?”

Kathy thought for several moments before answering. She stared at Abul’s open hands, one holding the cap and the other the longed for brushes. “I will try to make myself desirable for you...try to make myself look beautiful in your eyes. I will welcome your hands on me...on...on my body, and...and...beg for your kisses. My...my husband is gone. I belong to you now.” She bowed her head and said softly, “I belong to you in a way I never belonged to him.” She paused and saw immediately that he was not satisfied. “I...I’ll suck your...your...cock and ask you to...to...please fuck my ass.” She looked hopefully at Abul. He grinned and shook his head.

“I will kneel down before you as I do now. I will...I...will kiss your feet.” Abul closed the hand that held the brushes and began to put it into his pocket. The thought of the brushes turning drove everything else from her mind, “No,” Kathy said quickly, “please....I need...I mean I know what you want.... I have learned what you want most from me...what you would have me do. What is most...most...” She turned away and shook her head, then turned back to him. “I... I will lick you, I mean on my knees, I will lick...your anus.”

Abul looked across at the doctor and winked, grinning, he said to Kathy, “But for you to feel the brushes on your hot clit, you must do more than lick. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan? You must do more than lick the ass crack of the man who made you a widow?” He touched her mouth with a long dirty fingernail. “These soft lips that not long ago were lovingly kissing the mouth of your husband...I want to feel them pressed lovingly against my hole. I

want to feel your hot little tongue pushing into it. Your hot tongue, Mrs. Ryan, pushing into my asshole. Yes?”

Kathy trembled and said nothing. Doctor Gruber rose silently from his chair and stood next to Kathy who was still kneeling before Abul. “You are such a lovely woman, Mrs. Ryan. And I can see by the way you’ve furnished and decorated your home that you are also quite refined. You have excellent taste. You seem very intelligent and, I think, are extremely sensitive.” Kathy felt herself blushing at his compliments. At the Facility and from Abul and his friends she’d always been made to feel less than human.

She looked up at Gruber, but turned quickly away. His skull-like face and pale blue eyes frightened her. He smiled at his effect on her, “It is hard for me to believe you would agree to Abul’s obscene conditions.” Abul was about to object but said nothing. “Tell me, would you really defile that pretty mouth of yours in such a disgraceful way, here before strangers in your very own house?”