The Facility (23 page)

Seething inside, Abul glared at her. He knew she was right. He knew also that she was one of Mr. Satomi’s favorite advisors. In a fight against her, he would lose. “If the American refuses to obey me or even objects during the final trial, she will be mine?” he asked, wanting to hear her confirm what he already knew to be true.

“I have never known Mr. Satomi to go back on his word,” Madam Khe answered. “He will not do so now. Unless the evidence is conclusive that woman’s spirit is completely broken, he does not want her. Since she is bound by the provisions in the contract, she will serve out a full year as your possession, although I don’t think she will last a year.”

For the first time during the meeting Abul smiled. “Neither do I,” he said.

“I’ve reviewed your plans for the final trial, the “graduation” as you call it. You are more clever than I’ve given you credit for. My feeling is that she will break down, resist, perhaps become violent and try to attack you. In which case, the victory and the woman go to you. She is strong willed, this Mrs. Ryan. We have diminished her strength but not destroyed it.” She paused, leaning back and closing her eyes. “I’ve approved your program,” she said.

“Mr. Satomi will honor us with his presence?” Abul asked.

She looked across at him and nodded her head, “Of course. He always attends these decisive trials. He will bring with him perhaps fifteen or eighteen of his most powerful friends. These are men and a few of the women to whom Mrs. Ryan will be given from time to time. They want a preview of their gift.”

“Provided she does not fail the trial,” Abul said.

“Provided she does not fail,” Madam Khe repeated.

“It is to take place two weeks from now,” Abul said. “There is much to do, especially in the matter of...”

Madam Khe looked up sharply and indicated the cameras above them. “Let us be discreet,” she said. “I will help in every way I can to insure that everything goes as you have planned it.”

“Thank you,” Abul said. “You will be there?”

“Yes, certainly. I want to see the result, and I find the American woman interesting.”

“Two weeks from tonight, the highbrow bitch will belong to me,” Abul stood up.

“That’s probably true,” Madam Khe said. “God help her.”

***

While Madam Khe and Abul were discussing her fate that morning, Kathy was trying to swallow a strange tasting broth. “Make better,” Miko said. The back of Kathy’s mouth and her throat felt bruised and swollen. Her speech was reduced to a harsh painful whisper. However, inside she felt better than she had since she’d arrived at the facility. It had taken all of her strength, but she had beaten Abul. Thinking about the moment when she touched the match to Jeff’s photograph brought tears to her eyes. That had to be the worst of it. Nothing Abul might do to her would surpass making her destroy the only image she had left of her husband.

Miko detached the clitoral cap and holding it up, she reinserted the brushes. “Give you a little spin this morning,” Miko said. Kathy finished the broth and took her place at the make-up table. She imagined the young girl who, somewhere in the facility, was at this moment placing the usual objects in the glass bowl. Kathy’s nipples stiffened and her pussy began to moisten. She concentrated on what Abul forced her to do with Jeff’s photograph. She recalled the sight and smell of the nasty smelling garbage on her nipples. She tasted again the filth beneath his long toenails. She tried her best to center on the intense revulsion she felt toward this hateful man. In spite of her efforts, by the time she lowered her face into the bowl and closed her red lips over the cock, she was dripping wet.

Mi Jong appeared before her holding the riding crop. “No,” Kathy whispered and began to rise up.

“Stay,” Miko ordered and switched on the remote for a moment before shutting it off. Kathy lowered her head again. The stench in the bowl intensified. Mi Jong moved behind her and, at a nod from Miko, brought the crop down hard on Kathy’s ass cheek. At that same moment, Miko caused the brushes to turn at their fastest speed. Kathy groaned. “When you want whip, raise ass,” Miko said. Kathy tried to resist the increasing desire between her legs, but it was no use. Breathing in Abul’s foul odor. She lifted her buttocks. Mi Jong struck and the brushes spun. At the end of a half hour Kathy was sweating profusely. Her saliva dribbled down the plastic cock. The skin of her ass cheeks was covered with angry red marks where the crop had struck. Several times Miko had brought her to the edge of an orgasm but had not let her have one.

During the following days, her routine was intensified. The riding crop had been added to her morning ritual. Upon awakening, Kathy’s first thought was of the glass bowl, the whip, Abul’s ugly cock, and the spinning brushes. Begging Miko to let her cum was no use. Four times a day her vagina and anus were treated with the stimulating salve. All day, Kathy thought about cumming. At night Miko had to tie her wrists to the headboard of the bed because, in her sleep, Kathy would try to finger herself.

Twelve days before the final trial she was summoned, in the evening, to Madam Khe’s quarters. She wore only her collar and the clitoral cap. After Miko had closed the door behind her, Kathy got to her hands and knees and crawled to within five feet of Madam Khe’s throne-like chair. She knelt there with her head bowed. “You may look up,” Madam Khe said. “There are some things I wish to discuss with you.”

The imperial Chinese woman was resplendent in a dark red dressing gown and heels, which consisted of little more than red velvet straps. “As you know, Mrs. Ryan, in twelve days you will be taken to the reception room for your trial. Do you understand the conditions?”

“Yes, Madam Khe.”

“Explain.”

Kathy paused to gather her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she began, “If I show in everything I say and do that I have completely surrendered my will to Abul, then I am to be taken from here and will enter the service of Mr. Satomi. If there is even the slightest sign that my spirit has not been broken, if there is any indication that I have not entirely yielded to Abul, if I cannot prove that my conversion is genuine and my devotion to him is perfect, then Mr. Satomi will not accept me. I will be given to Abul and must remain here as his possession for the year of my contract.”

Madam Khe nodded, “Good,” she said. “Miko has taught you well. You know exactly what you must do.”

“I beg your pardon, Madam Khe, but we both know how much I despise Abul. Even the sound of his name fills me with rage. I wish with all my heart that my spirit had been destroyed, that I could kneel in his presence as some kind of mindless creature without emotions, without memories, without this consuming abhorrence I feel toward him.”

“I have done my best to break you. So has Abul. But he has become obsessed with hatred for you. He knows how you hate him and feel far superior to him. He is determined to push you to the point where you will reveal your true feelings. He wants you, Mrs. Ryan. He wants to own you. You have defied and humiliated him. If you are given to him, he will exact a price you may not be able to endure.”

“If I fail the trial, Madam Khe, will Mr. Satomi hold you responsible?”

“The tapes have revealed to Mr. Satomi that I have done my best. That is all he asks. He realizes that the fault would be partially his own. He selected you. He realized that, in spite of what appeared to be a submissive nature, you were a strong willed woman. He had never before sent us someone like you. As in the past, he could have easily chosen a beautiful young woman who would have been more malleable, a woman less likely to resist. Someone, let’s say, like your young sister-in-law...what is her name?”

“Mary Margaret.”

“Yes, Mary Margaret. You know Mr. Satomi is interested in her. We have every reason to believe she is still a virgin. That, her age, her beauty, and the rare quality of innocence she possesses makes her quite attractive to men like Mr. Satomi and to his associates.”

“She would die before...” Kathy began to protest.

“Almost every woman who has been brought here says that,” Madam Khe interrupted. “When they are given the choice between submission and death, I have never known one who chose to die. I don’t believe your young sister-in-law would prove to be the exception.” Kathy wondered why the conversation had taken this turn, but before she could pose the question, Madam Khe changed the subject. “We were discussing you, Mrs. Ryan, and the consequences of your failing.”

“I have no intention of failing,” Kathy said evenly.

“Yes, of course. But the outcome remains to be seen, doesn’t it? In any event, if you should fail, Mr. Satomi has assured me that I will not be held responsible. In addition to sending me a fiercely independent woman, he ordered, on the second day after your arrival, that I train you without employing drugs or Miko’s hypnotic skills. It was like requiring me to thread a needle while wearing bulky mittens.”

“I’m glad he did not permit the drugs or Miko’s spells, but I’m curious as to why?”

“When I asked him that question, he said, ‘I want her submission to be complete, but also pure’.”

“I understand,” Kathy said. “The things I did while drugged and under the power of Miko’s suggestions were not really me.”

“Yes. He wants you to surrender your mind and offer your body freely. He wants you to sacrifice your spirit willingly. He insisted that you be capable of choosing to become his concubine.”

“His slave. His whore,” Kathy said, surprised at her own boldness.

“Yes,” Madam Khe smiled indulgently, “either his or Abul’s. But you knew on the day you signed the contract exactly what the word ‘concubine’ really meant.”

After a moment, Kathy sadly nodded her head. “But I didn’t know about Abul. The man is insane,” Kathy said.

“Where you are concerned, that is true. But he is also clever and cruel beyond imagining. I think you might be surprised. You’ve seen Abul in his swaggering macho role. When he wants to impress Mr. Satomi, he can be quite articulate.”

Kathy was thoughtful for several moments. “Can you tell me anything about this last trial?”

“Abul has devised it. He is unrestricted except that he must stop short of causing you serious physical harm or killing you.”

“It can’t be worse than the last trial,” Kathy said.

“Yes, Mrs. Ryan, don’t delude yourself. It can and will.”

“You won’t intercede?”

Madam Khe shook her head, “Ahh, Mrs. Ryan, how often must I remind you that I am not your friend. What happens to you is of no concern to me.”

“Can you tell me who will be present at the trial?”

“Mr. Satomi, of course, as well as many of his friends and business associates. Fifteen or more are expected. Also, some females, the wives of the rich and powerful, will be there.” She paused considering just how much to reveal. “The entertainment is to begin after everyone has attended a grand formal dinner. From the dining room, they will go to the reception room. I believe they are to wear masks. When they are settled, you will be summoned to come before them.”

“And Abul?” Kathy asked.

“Abul will preside. You must understand, Mrs. Ryan, this is a very grand undertaking. Some of the wealthiest men in the world will have traveled thousands of miles to be here. Famous chefs will be flown in to prepare the food. The finest wines will be served. But you, Mrs. Ryan, are the central figure, the only entertainment. Abul’s plans for you are, to say the least, interesting. I have added a few touches, but most of it is his work. I understand Narimov and his black dwarf have been invited.”

“I’m to be whipped?”

“Possibly.”

“And you, will you be there, Madam Khe?” Kathy asked.

“Yes. I find these final trials entertaining.”

“Entertaining?”

“Yes. Your humiliation, your physical pain, the spectacle of watching a beautiful and intelligent American woman completely demean herself before others is always entertaining. I enjoy watching your debasement, Mrs. Ryan. It gives me great pleasure seeing you grovel at the repulsive feet of Abul.” Kathy had not expected pity from Madam Khe, but neither was she prepared for this kind of cold detachment.

“I have no friends here?” she asked softly to herself.

“Not a single one,” Madam Khe answered. She tapped on the arm of her chair, then opened her gown and spread her legs. “Crawl, Mrs. Ryan, no need for the bed just yet. I want you to make me cum, but not for a very long time. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Madam Khe.”

When Kathy reached her, the Chinese woman slid forward and drew her legs back. “Start there,” she said. Obediently, Kathy reached up and, parting Madam Khe’s ass cheeks, began to lick her anus.

Chapter Eleven – Remembering

During the next ten days, Kathy was kept extra hours in the gym. All of her other lessons were discontinued. Because of the strenuous daily workouts and the constant massages with exotic oils she was physically in far better shape than she’d ever been. Her body was tight, her smooth skin almost luminous. The welts she had received from her last whipping were entirely gone. Her tiny waist was now two inches smaller than it had been on the day of her arrival. Her breasts had always been firm, but now, without any support, there was not even the slightest crease beneath them. Her hair had been vigorously brushed several times each day. Her nails had grown and been meticulously cared for. Her fingernails were long and sharply pointed. Like Madam Khe’s, her toenails were also permitted to grow, the ends rounded and kept immaculately clean. For her trial, it was decided that the nails on her fingers and toes would be painted a pale pink.