The Facility (24 page)

Lately, when Miko and Mi Jong finished grooming her, they often stood back and viewed their creation with unconcealed pride. On the last day of the exercises, Miko nodded at Mi Jong, “Best work we ever do.” Mi Jong was quick to agree.

“Well,” Kathy forced a smile, “you must admit, you had pretty good material to start with.” Neither of them smiled back.

On the two days before the trial, Kathy became aware of much more activity in the otherwise quiet halls. She was kept confined to her room. The morning ritual over the bowl was considerably extended and the clitoral stimulation increased, but never to the point where she was permitted to orgasm. Madam Khe, observing through the video cameras, was pleased to note that now Kathy became aroused even before the bowl was placed in its ring.

On the final day, Miko raised the bowl so that Abul’s cock and smell would be only two inches from Kathy’s face. Kathy, standing naked beside the bench, her face beautifully made up, the candle in place beneath the bowl, watched until Miko had finished. Then, without protest, she lay on the bench and lowered her face into Abul’s stench, which had already begun to steam. She kissed the cockhead and licked it before taking it into her mouth. As a reward, Miko let the brushes spin longer and faster than usual. Kathy moaned with pleasure.

At night, before Kathy fell asleep, Mi Jong rubbed her vagina and anal opening with the stimulating salve. Then, while Miko operated the remote that controlled the brushes under the clitoral cap, Mi Jong trailed the whip over Kathy’s naked body and lightly struck her nipples with the riding crop. Just the sight of the whip and crop brought a flush to Kathy’s skin and her long nipples stiffened. Finally, as the brushes spun slowly, Mi Jong slid the whip handle into Kathy’s anus. “Squeeze,” Miko ordered. As Kathy clenched the handle, Mi Jong found she had to pull very hard to remove it. “Good,” Miko said. “Now, cunt.” Kathy’s breasts rose and fell rapidly.

“Thank you, Miko,” she whispered as the whip handle slid easily into her wet vagina.

“Hold it,” Miko said. The weeks of intense exercises enabled Kathy to have remarkable control of her vaginal muscles. She held the handle firmly in place even when Mi Jong applied pressure to pull it out. “Milk it,” Miko said. They watched as the handle moved slightly in and out. Miko nodded in approval. “She can make a man cum in cunt or ass without moving. Men like.”

“Can also suck,” Mi Jong added.

“And she has learned how to tease and lick a woman’s pussy,” the voice coming from the speakers was Madam Khe’s. “And what else have you learned to adore with your sweet lips and willing tongue, Mrs. Ryan?”

Miko stopped the brushes. “Your anus, Madam.”

“Say the words, Mrs. Ryan.”

“I love to lick your anus.”

“Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, if you pass the trial and are given to Mr. Satomi, will you satisfy the wives and female companions of his friends and associates as you have satisfied me?”

“Yes, I will try.”

“No matter how cruelly they may abuse you?”

“I promise, Madam, I will do my best to please them.”

“But what if you fail the trial? Will you lick Abul’s filthy crack and press your lips to his dirty hole?”

Miko activated the brushes. Kathy gasped and squeezed the whip handle inside her. “I...I...don’t think I could do that...truly, Madam Khe, I cannot find words to express my hatred of him...repulsive...cruel...vile...he...he’s a murderer...he murdered my husband! And…and to do that…I don’t think I can.”

“Yes, Mrs. Ryan,” Madam Khe interrupted, “you are correct. He is what you say he is. I fully understand your hatred of him. But that abhorrence, I think, will result in your failing the trial. Mr. Satomi is very observing. If he detects your true feeling regarding Abul, you will be given to Abul. I suggest you keep that in mind no matter what you are required to endure. You must change, Mrs. Ryan, and quickly. Devotion is what they will be looking for. Devotion to Abul. More than devotion. Adoration, Mrs. Ryan, adoration.”

On the night before the trial, Kathy couldn’t sleep. Over the past days she had succeeded in keeping thoughts of Abul and what she knew he would demand of her at a distance. But now they flooded her imagination with terrifying reality. She knew what the final test would be. Except when drugged, she had never touched his anus with her tongue. Even when faced with brutal punishment, she refused. It was something she simply could not do, and Abul knew it.

Gradually, a memory she had hidden away in the darkest part of her subconscious began to emerge. It was so devastating she’d made herself believe it had never happened. Once before she’d come very close to doing what she was now sure she could not do. It began as a memory, but before long it seemed as if she were re-experiencing it. She was seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, just as she had on the afternoon of Jeff’s funeral. At the cemetery she’d agreed to accompany Stein, the fat, old, degenerate to his place. There she had, as an act of penance, given herself to the slobbering Richie. Afterwards, Vinnie, his brutish father had raped her.

It was so clear, as if she were there living through it again, as if it were happening now, in the present time. After the vicious rape, she’d cleaned herself up and dressed in the bathroom. She avoided looking at Vinnie and his pathetic son as she moved unsteadily to Stein’s desk. Stein was preparing to call a cab for her.

Vinnie crossed to stand in front of her. Fearfully, she stepped back looking up at him and wondering how she could have let such a repulsive bully even touch her. His heavy jowls were unshaven, his puffy lips wet with spittle. Sweat continued to roll down his face. The black hair that covered his chest was matted with it. He glared at her, his frog eyes hard and unblinking. She saw in them a mixture of contempt and anger. She looked away and took another step back. “You know what I think, Mrs. Rich Bitch,” he said evenly. “I think you fuckin’ wanted that. I think you wanted it bad. Wanted it real bad... I think you need to be fucked, fucked hard, three or four times a day. I think you need a big cock...need it all the goddamn time. You need to be fucked by a big man like me who has a big cock like mine. I think you need a man who’s gonna slap you around a little, a man who’s gonna fuck you even when you think you don’t want fucked. Ain’t I right?”

She turned and began to walk away from him, but he grabbed her arm spinning her around. He pulled her against him. “Look at me, rich bitch, and answer!”

She raised her head. His grip tightened on her arm. She noticed his other huge hand had tightened into a fist. Afraid to contradict him, she said, “Yes, you...you are probably right.”

Not letting go of her he said, “Jesus, what woman would do what you done just after burying her husband? You might of been to college and now you live in a big house, but to me you ain’t nothin’ but a cheap fuckin’ slut with a hot cunt.” He gripped her other arm and shook her. “Say it, say what you are!” He demanded.

She tried to twist away, “No, I won’t!” she cried. “I...I’m not like that! I loved my husband. I have feelings you couldn’t begin to understand!”

He struck her across the face with such force her head snapped back. “Say it, you cheap slut, or I’ll backhand you so hard your ears will ring for a fuckin’ week!”

Her legs were trembling. She thought she would fall to the floor if he hadn’t been holding her. He put his meaty hand under her skirt and grabbed her between the legs. He lifted her until she was standing on her tiptoes. Then, he shoved a blunt finger into her dripping pussy. She gasped and, squirming, tried to get away. He held her fast. “Look at me and say it!” he ordered.

“I...I...I’m a slut,” she whimpered.

“Say ‘I’m a fuckin’ slut with a hot cunt.’ Say, ‘my husband never fucked me as good as Vinnie Sconzo did.’” He pushed his finger deeper into her.

She looked up into his leering face. “I...I’m a...a...fucking slut.” She paused. His fingers dug into her pubis. She cried out in pain. He relaxed his grip and waited. “And...and...no one, I mean my...my husband never...he never fucked me as good as...as Vinnie Sconzo did,” she rasped.

“Yeah, baby, you got it. Now, I want you to fix yourself up... make your mouth nice and red and wet, you know, make it shine. Old Vinnie got somethin’ for you to kiss.” He let her go. She glanced at Stein who was sitting in his chair smiling, his hands folded over his belly. Vinnie’s imbecile son, Richie, was standing by the entryway, grinning at her, his drool spotting the floor.

She looked directly at Stein pleading with her eyes. “Must I?” she said, “Please, I want to go home.” Stein simply shrugged his shoulders. She was frightened.

“Do it, damn you!” Vinnie yelled.

Holding on to Stein’s desk, she reached in her purse for her lipstick, the vial of gloss, and a mirror. She noticed a bruise beginning to form under her eye where Vinnie had struck her. Her face was very pale. With tears streaming down her face, and struggling to control her trembling hand, she painted her lips and spread a sheen of gloss over them. The men watched in silence. When she finished, she remained leaning over the desk supporting herself with both hands. She was about to ask Stein once more to phone for a cab. If she insisted, she thought maybe he would do it.

“Get the fuck over here!” Vinnie shouted, causing her to flinch. She turned to face him. Her swollen lips glistened under the fluorescent light. Vinnie pointed to the floor in front of him, “On your knees, Mrs. Rich Bitch, whatever your name is.”

“It’s the widow Ryan,” Stein said sarcastically.

“Yeah, the Widow Ryan,” Vinnie scoffed. “Get on your knees for Vinnie.” Kathy glanced at the phone and then at Stein. He smiled at her. She groaned inwardly, then unsteadily, she crossed to where Vinnie was standing. She hesitated. The thought of kneeling before this ignorant brute appalled her. Vinnie pointed to the floor at his feet. Slowly, Kathy got down on her knees. “The widow Ryan,” Vinnie repeated, “that’s good. Call yourself that and tell me how much you liked the fuck I gave you. Then, ask real nice if you can tongue kiss my prick.”

She shook her head, “No...please...no...I can’t...I don’t...”

Viciously, Vinnie grabbed under her chin, forcing her to look at him, “Say it, Mrs. fuckin’ Ryan!” he yelled. “Say it!” He released her. She looked down that the floor.

Keeping her head bowed, “Tongue kiss...no...no I...I...” She paused then began again, “I...I’m the widow...”

“How many fuckin’ times I got to tell you to look up at me?” Vinnie said angrily.

She raised her head to look into his brutish face, “I’m the widow Ryan.” She swallowed and a shudder went through her body. “And...and I like the way you...you...fucked me.” She paused. He raised his hand to slap her again. Quickly she whispered, “Please... please ...let me kiss your...your prick?”

How could she be doing this,
she thought. Kneeling at the feet of this mindless thug who had just raped her. And, now, begging to kiss his cock. She was Kathy Ryan.

Vinnie Sconzo was a filthy, low-life pig she wouldn’t even hire to wash her BMW. And Jeff, my God, her beloved Jeff...just a few hours ago she was watching his coffin being lowered into the grave!

“Once more with feeling,” Vinnie scoffed.

“Please, I would like...like very much to...to...kiss it...to kiss your prick.”

“You put that lipstick on just for me? Your mouth hot and wet?” he chided.

“Yes...yes, I made my mouth up just for you. My...my lips are...are hot and wet.”

“Your cunt. That wet too?”

“Yes...yes it is.”

Vinnie unzipped and fumbled inside his pants extracting his huge thick cock, which had begun to swell. He held it out to her in the calloused palm of his greasy hand. Slowly she leaned down and pressed her lips to its bulbous head. “Tongue,” he said, holding it up and squeezing its tip so as to widen the opening. She looked away, then parted her lips and tongued his pee hole. “You want to come back here again, ain’t that right, widow Ryan?”

She looked up at him, “No...I mean, I don’t...” He waved his cock in front of her face. “Yes,” she said.

“Say it. Say all I gotta do is phone you and you’ll come back here. Say that you’ll be on your knees beggin for more of this big cock Mr. Vinnie Sconzo’s got for you.”

“All you need to do is phone. I’ll come back here and...and...and on my knees I’ll beg for...for more of this big...this big cock Mr. Vinnie Sconzo has for me.” He tapped her head and held his cock out to her. She leaned over and kissed it once more, then looked up at him.

“Tell me now that your husband’s gone them sweet soft lips is just for me. Just for kissing my prick,” he demanded.

Still looking up into his sneering face, she said, “My...my soft lips...they are just for you now that...now that my husband is gone...just for kissing your...your prick.”

He grinned. “Say please, Mr. Sconzo, some night very soon I want to come to your bed. I want to stay all night. I’ll make myself pretty for you and my cunt’s gonna be hot for you’.” He wagged his cock at her, “Promise you’re gonna lick my balls and suck me off.”

He was abhorrent, ugly, mean, and ruthless. She loathed him. But, she felt the wetness running down the inside of her thighs. “Please,” her cheeks reddened and he could seen that her nipples had stiffened, “please...Mr. Sconzo, I want very soon to come to your bed. I want to stay all night. I...I’ll make myself pretty for you. My...my cunt will be hot for you.” Without a word from him, she lowered her head over his cock again and pressed her parted lips to it. Looking back up at him she whispered, “And...and when I’m in you bed...naked beside you in your bed, I’ll lick your balls. I’ll...I’ll suck you off.” She paused for a moment looking down at the floor, imagining the scene she’d just described. She looked up at him again, “I promise,” she said. “I…I’ll come to you and…and try my best to please you.”