The Facility (15 page)

Kathy bowed her head down to Abul’s right foot and touched her lips to his filthy toes. Miko increased the speed of the brushes. Kathy whimpered and, parting her lips, she extended her tongue to taste him. She looked up at him, “Please, Master Abul, permit me to suck your great cock. For the past weeks that’s all I’ve thought of. Please, I beg you, let me worship your cock.”

Jamal raised his fist, “This is obscene, perverted!” he shouted. “It’s an affront to all that is human and decent, an affront to God!”

Abul, smiling, continued to stare at the furious young man. Still not looking at Kathy, he moved his foot so that his long toenails were under her chin. He flexed his toes, lifting her head and, placing the calloused ball of his foot on her cheek, turned her toward Jamal. The brushes were bringing her close to the orgasm she so desperately wanted. Looking up at Jamal, she wet her lips. Her brown nipples glistened. Jamal could see the wild look in her eyes and the quick rise and fall of her breasts.

Again, Abul flexed his toes, the ragged toenails marking her cheek. “Tell your American hero, Mrs. Ryan, tell him!” he shouted.

Raising her hand, she gently held Abul’s repulsive foot against her cheek. “I worship the feet of my Master,” she said. Still looking at the shocked young man, she slid her tongue across the bottom of Abul’s filthy toes. “I worship his feet,” she repeated. As Jamal fled from the room, Miko stopped the brushes. Abul lowered his foot. Groaning, Kathy turned back to him and knelt, her head bowed, before him.

“Let the fool go,” Abul said. “He can’t leave here until tomorrow anyway.” He waved his hand at Kathy, “Look up, Mrs. Ryan, shoulders back, breasts forward...pride, Mrs. Ryan, pride!” The men chuckled as Kathy raised her head and squared her shoulders. “This is Mr. Zembouri, a good friend of Narimov.” Abul pointed to the older man next to Narimov. “Mr. Zembouri also does business with Mr. Satomi. Zembouri was told all about your last appearance here. Before meeting with Mr. Satomi next week, he’s come here from Iran to see you to witness a repeat performance.” Kathy glanced at Zembouri who was leering at her and licking his fat lips. “Mr. Satomi,” Abul continued, “is sent all the tapes of your training sessions, but Mr. Zembouri will be able to give him a firsthand account of your progress. You will want Mr. Satomi to receive a good report. Yes? “

“Yes,” Kathy said. “Yes, I would like that.”

“Of course, you remember Swart?” Abul motioned for the dwarf to join them. Kathy turned her head away to avoid looking at the grotesque creature that scurried out of the shadows to stand beside Narimov. Swart was dressed as before, his black muscled arms and naked torso already slick with sweat, the huge knob of his exposed cock dangling between his stubby legs. Coiled in his right hand was the familiar leather whip. Abul motioned to Miko who hurried forward with a bowl of hot water and towels. She quickly cleaned Kathy’s nipples. Abul chuckled, “I think your display convinced the young man that you belong to me. Other than to honor me with this prideful display of your rather odious nipples, why are you here, Mrs. Ryan?” The anger was once more apparent in his voice.

“I did not obey.” Kathy looked down and, seeing her red lipstick mark on his crooked toes, closed her eyes.

“What command did I give that you refused to carry out?”

“You ordered me to...to...lick you...to lick your anus.”

“And you refused because it was not entirely clean?”

“Yes, that and...” she amended what she’d started to say. “Yes, that was the reason.”

“But in the past weeks, you have learned to appreciate the scent of a real man, haven’t you?”

“Yes.” The color rose to her cheeks.

“Describe for these gentlemen the morning ritual that has affected a change in your negative attitude.”

Kathy fought to keep her voice from betraying the disgust she felt. She, who always had the highest reverence for life, could, she knew, kill Abul and watch him die without a moment of remorse. “I...I first put on my make-up. I light a candle. I lie down on a bench. A glass bowl is brought it. It contains a mixture, which duplicates the scent of…of his crotch and anus. The bowl fits into a ring attached to the bench. The bowl also contains a replica of my Master’s beautiful cock. The candle heats the contents of the bowl and causes it to steam. I put my face down into the bowl and breathe. I suck the cock.”

“How long?”

“Half an hour.”

“You do this without being forced? Without being restrained?”

“I am not forced or restrained.”

“You have learned to enjoy it?”

She glanced up at him, her face burning, unable to hide the flash of anger in her eyes. “I have learned to accept it.”

“But in time?”

“I don’t know.” She could not bring herself to give him the answer he wanted.

“If, right now, I were to order you to lick my anus, which I assure you is not absolutely clean, would you do it?”

She was about to say, ‘no’. Miko, suspecting as much, touched the remote. The brushes spun for just a moment. “I...I...don’t...,” Kathy began. Miko touched the remote again. Kathy could not contain a little cry of pleasure. “Yes,” she looked away from Abul, “I would do it.” The brushes stopped.

“Get up, Mrs. Ryan, and go over to my guest, Mr. Zembouri.” Kathy rose and crossed the few steps to stand before the fat old man who had never stopped leering at her and licking this pendulous lips. He motioned for her to move closer. He reached around and pulled her to him. Then, sliding both sweaty hands under the back of her skirt, he began to squeeze her ass cheeks. She pulled away, but Abul quickly said, “Let him feel you.” Zembouri felt along her crack down to the wetness between her legs. “Turn around,” Abul ordered, “and bend over so he can see your little asshole.” Obediently, Kathy did as he had commanded. Zembouri flipped up the back of her skirt.

“Look at that wonderful ass,” Narimov said. “Smooth as white marble, but warm, eh, Zembouri?”

The older man was running his hands over Kathy’s buttocks. “A fine ass, a fine white American ass.” He teased her anal opening with his blunt index finger. Kathy gasped. “Tight,” he said. “Very tight.” He put his hands on her hips and turned her to face him once more. She looked straight ahead avoiding his eyes. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan,” he grinned up at her, “where were you two months ago?”

It was painful for Kathy to remember that time. After several moments she said, “I was at home, in America.”

“Your young husband was still alive?”

Kathy shut her eyes and nodded, “Yes, he was alive then.” It was impossible to believe only two months had passed. It seemed a lifetime ago.

“Tell us about your husband and friends. What did you do as a rich American housewife?”

Zembouri was like the others. Why did they hate American women so much? “My husband was a very good man: handsome, intelligent, gentle. My friends, too, were attractive, bright, and kind. There was very little for me to do.”

“So,” Zembouri continued as his fat, damp hands felt along the her thighs, “you were happy and much in love, but essentially useless.”

“Yes,” she said softly, “very happy and very much in love.” She paused to glance at Abul. “However, you are correct. My life there had no real purpose.”

“But here you have a function. You are serviceable.” He is, she thought, a pathetic fat pig and he was mocking her. And she was standing here almost naked before him, feeling his sweaty hands on her thighs, then on her ass cheeks. In America this ugly fat old bastard wouldn’t dare to speak to her. His fingers tightened in her ass crack. It was almost as if he’d read her thoughts. He nodded, “You’ve now discovered that your high purpose is to suck Abul’s cock and tongue his anus and offer your young body to me.” The men chuckled. Zembouri’s hand moved back to the inside of her thigh. He pushed his middle finger into her wet pussy. She tried to remain impassive, but she closed her eyes and groaned. “Hah,” he said, as he slowly moved his finger in and out, “the arrogant American lady is quickly aroused by Zambouri’s touch. Just tell me to stop playing with your cunt, Mrs. Ryan and I will. All you have to do is say, ‘stop’ or say ‘please sir, please keep fingering my cunt’.”

Kathy’s legs began to tremble. She was silent for a moment. He began to withdraw his finger from her slick wetness. “Please, sir,” she said, her face red with shame, “please keep fingering my...my...cunt.”

Abul laughed. “So, Mrs. Ryan, Zembouri is correct, is he not? Two months after happiness and love with your husband, you stand before us offering your hot cunt to a stranger so he can finger fuck you. You are made up like a whore. You kiss my feet. You tell us you are ready to lick the crack of my ass. And soon you will ask the dwarf to whip you for our amusement. What does all that tell us, Mrs. Ryan?”

She was so aware of Zembouri’s finger sliding in and out of her that she wasn’t quite sure of what Abul had said. “I...I don’t know,” she said.

“Shoulders back and look at me,” Abul ordered. The hatred she saw in his eyes brought back the old fear. “Look at your nipples, see how they stiffen. Feel the wetness between your legs. Your body, Mrs. Ryan, is revealing to us a truth that your mind has been slow to learn. You are now beginning to understand what your purpose in life is. Your nipples are telling you that I am the man you really want. I am your Master. They are telling all of us that your only purpose is to serve me.” She turned her head away. “Look at me!” he shouted. “Tell us again about purpose and pride.”

Forcing herself to look once more at his ugly, twisted face she said, “I am here to serve you. I am proud to belong to you.”

“Master,” he corrected.

“My only desire is to serve my Master, Abul.”

“Was I right, Mrs. Ryan, did your confession make you hot?” He laughed, “No need to answer. We see by your nipples and color rising to your cheeks that you honor me and that I excite you.”

“Ahh, my friend,” Narimov smiled across at Abul, “you are the man for her. This is her place.”

Zembouri withdrew his hand from between her legs. “The American bitch has made me horny,” he held his fat fingers under his nose and smelled them. “I want to fuck her ass. I have always wanted to fuck a young white American woman’s ass.” His puffy lips were wet with spittle. He stared into her eyes. “The white ass of a young, rich, educated American woman. Your ass, Mrs. Ryan. I want to fuck your ass.”

“Tell him who you are and offer yourself to him,” Abul said.

She looked down at Zembouri. “I am my Master Abul’s whore. For your pleasure, Mr. Zembouri, I...I...offer my ass to you. It is yours to...to...fuck.”

“More,” Abul shouted.

Kathy glanced away, then turned back to him. His mean little eyes glittered in his pig-like face. She licked her lips, “I stand almost naked before you, Mr. Zembouri, a white American woman. I am highly educated, wealthy and young. I hope you find me desirable.” She touched his fat cheek with her hand, “I’m begging for permission to kneel before you. I’m begging you to...to...fuck my ass.” He tilted his head up and pointed to his slobbering lips. She leaned over and pressed hers against them. Once more, he slid his finger into her cunt. She groaned as she placed her hands on either side of his face and parted her lips to accept his thick tongue. He withdrew his finger.

When she straightened, her face was flushed and her breathing heavy. Zembouri grinned up at her. “And did the white, rich, American woman want that? Did you want to open your pretty mouth to accept Zembouri’s tongue? Did you like kissing Zembouri?”

Kathy lifted her head to avoid looking at him. “Yes,” she said flatly. Zembouri touched her pussy but did not push his finger into her. She drew in her breath and looked down into his sneering face, “I mean, I wanted it,” she said, “wanted to kiss you in that way, wanted to part my lips to receive your tongue. And, yes, I liked it...liked kissing you.”

Narimov stood and opened his caftan to reveal his small hard prick. “Good!” Abul shouted. “Mrs. Ryan will accommodate you both at the same time, won’t you, Mrs. Ryan?”

“Yes,” Kathy said.

“Since you have already invited Mr. Zembouri to penetrate your tight little asshole, how do you wish to please Mr. Narimov?” Abul asked.

“With...with my mouth.”

“I suggest you ask Mr. Narimov for permission. Ask if he will let you suck him off.”

Zembouri had pushed Kathy to her knees. Narimov had moved around in front of her. She looked up at him. “Will you allow me to suck...to suck your cock?”

“Of course, Mrs. Ryan. But keep it away from that nasty mixture you have on you. Rub it on your face first, hold it against your cheek. And I want wet kisses on my prick, and soft wet kisses on my balls. When I think your kisses are warm enough, I will let you take it into your mouth.”

Kathy nodded. Abul turned his chair to face them. “You do want his cum?” he asked.

“Yes,” Kathy answered.

“Answer with something more than a fucking ‘yes’, you stupid bitch!” Abul shouted.

Kathy looked up at Narimov, “I’m sorry,” she said. “Please let me make love to your...your prick. Please allow me to kiss it and to lick your testicles in the way you described.” She looked down at the floor then up at him. “I…I would feel honored to…to…take your cum in my mouth…to…to…swallow it.”

Narimov stepped forward. She reached up with one hand and held his cock against one cheek then the other. Turning her head slightly she kissed it. “Mrs. Ryan,” he said, “you shall have my jism but only if you promise you will not spill a drop.”