The Facility (7 page)

Narimov still wasn’t quite satisfied, “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan,” he began, “don’t you feel degraded kneeling here before us naked? We are Middle Eastern men and in your country we would be looked upon with suspicion and probably with hatred. We could never imagine being permitted to see the naked body of a wealthy young American woman. But here you are on your knees displaying for us your shaved cunt, your smooth white ass, and your bare nipples. We’ve seen you whipped. You’ve pressed your mouth to our feet. We’ve watched the black dwarf fuck your ass and saw you part your painted lips to take his cock. To demean yourself like this...doesn’t it make you feel cheap, Mrs. Ryan, feel dirty and ashamed...without self-respect?”

Kathy’s shoulders slumped and she bowed her head still further. “I...I...don’t know how to answer,” she murmured.

“Speak the truth,” Abul said sternly.

She looked up, “Yes, you are right. I am terribly ashamed.” She paused and noticed Abul glance quickly at Swart’s whip and then at her. Quickly she straightened her back and raised her shoulders. “But...but...I am also pleased. I...I’m truly proud to be on my knees before you. I want to...to display my naked body for your pleasure. I am glad to belong to Master Abul...to be his woman.”

Abul nodded. “I see you are tired,” he said. “Just a few more things and maybe we will send you back upstairs.” He pointed to Swart, “Crawl over to your lover, Mrs. Ryan. Kneel before him. Look up into his eyes.” Both men laughed. Although the dwarf only vaguely understood what they were talking about, he joined them. “Let him see by your expression that he has won your heart. Ask him, Mrs. Ryan, if he will have you as his lover. Ask him if he will share his small bed with you. Ask him if he will let you kiss his mouth, let you kiss him everywhere, and allow you to suck his prick. Ask him if he will please whip you every night and fuck your cunt and your ass. Do it, Mrs. Ryan.”

Desperately hoping her trial was coming to an end, Kathy crawled to kneel in front of the dwarf. She forced herself to look up at his grotesque face. He grinned down at her, spit seeping from the left corner of his mouth. His cock had begun to stiffen. “Swart,” she began, trying to concentrate on a spot on the far wall, “I want to be your lover. I want to come to your bed at night. I will be beautiful for you. I would be grateful if you let me kiss your mouth and make love to you all night long. I would like to suck your prick. I would welcome the pain of your whip and would beg you to fuck my cunt and my ass.”

Swart, instead of answering, uncoiled his whip and flicked it along her naked back and slowly pulled it up across her shoulders... At the same time Miko, who was watching from the shadows, touched the remote to remind Kathy that the dwarf’s lash and her orgasm were closely related. Kathy, feeling the whip on her back along with the stimulation of her clitoris, gasped and uttered a small cry. Abul was aware of what had happened.

“I’m not sure your new lover understood exactly what you proposed,” he said. “But as you can see, his cock is hard again. And Mrs. Ryan, since you are so close to his crotch, we would like you to lift up that big prick you are so anxious to suck and look at his splendid testicles.” Tentatively, Kathy reached out to take his penis in her small hand and push it back. His testicles were huge and, like his cock, were crisscrossed with ugly raised scars. They glistened with sweat. “Since he hasn’t yet agreed to take you as his lover, we think you should try to convince him. Kiss his balls, Mrs. Ryan.”

Holding his cock up against his stomach, Kathy leaned forward and touched her lips to his testicles. “Not good enough,” Abul said. “Cradle them in your other hand. Let him feel your tongue.” The smell of the dwarf’s crotch was nauseating. Her tiny hand trembled as she lifted his glistening testicles. This time Kathy parted her swollen lips and, as she pressed them to his testicles, she tasted him. The dwarf grunted and shook his massive head. “He is pleased, Mrs. Ryan. And it pleases Mr. Narimov and myself to see a rich American woman on her knees making love to the unwashed testicles of our mindless African dwarf.” Again the two men laughed.

“Only a few minutes ago, he was cutting your ass with his whip. And now we see your soft lips and little pink tongue caressing his sweaty black balls. I wish your rich country club friends could see you at this moment. I wish the professors who gave you a fancy degree in fine arts could observe you here on your knees, pressing your lips to the stinking balls of our dwarf. Your grand house in America was not your place, Mrs. Ryan. This is your place, just as you are, on your knees before Swart. And he is your man... he is the man who can make you cum with his whip...Swart is your man. Am I not right, Mrs. Ryan?”

Without turning to face him she answered. “Yes, Master, this is my place and this is... this is...the man...I...need.”

“Yes, indeed,” Narimov chuckled, “do you like his huge black testicles, Mrs. Ryan? Do you like how heavy they are? How they smell? Their taste?”

Without turning to look at Narimov, she answered, “Yes, I...I...do. I like how big his testicles are and I like their smell and...and...their taste.”

“We’ve seen how affectionately you’ve kissed his balls, now before we dismiss you, we want you to ask us for permission to lick them, lick the sweat from them, lick them like you licked between my toes...lovingly, Mrs. Ryan,... lovingly. We want to see your tongue on them. This will be your way to thank him for the orgasm he gave you with his whip. Make love to his balls, Mrs. Ryan. Kiss them repeatedly, soft tender kisses. Lick them slowly. Lick beneath them. Hold them in your mouth. Gently suck on them. Prove to us, Mrs. Ryan, that you know your place and that you are truly grateful to the black dwarf. When we are convinced of that, we will give you permission to stop.”

This was to be the last act of degradation before she could escape to her room. Kathy determined to hold on to that thought. She turned to face Abul and Narimov. “Please,” she said, “grant me permission to...to...to...lick the dwarf’s testicles.”

“Not good enough,” Abul said.

Kathy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Please grant me permission to show my gratitude to my...to my...new lover by licking him...licking his testicles.”

“That was better. Now, let us see you do it,” Abul ordered.

Turning back to the dwarf, she once more lifted his heavy balls in one hand as she bent her head over them. She kissed them for several minutes, then she licked them slowly until they were wet with her saliva. Swart closed his eyes and rocked back and forth making guttural sounds in his throat. She lifted his vile testicles and turned her head to kiss and lick beneath them. The fetid odor made her retch. She took as much of one testicle into her mouth as she could and gently sucked on it. With her tongue, she traced the scarred ridges. She slid her wet lips to the other testicle and sucked it into her mouth. She felt his cock grow harder and begin to throb in her hand. Abul kept her there for a long time. Finally he said, “Very good, Mrs. Ryan. Tell us, did you like servicing the dwarf with your mouth?”

“Yes, I liked it...I liked servicing him with my mouth.”

“Would you be pleased if I permitted you to become Swart’s lover?”

She felt they were tiring of their game. It was almost over. “I would be pleased to become Swart’s lover.”

“As you’ve discovered, he never bathes. Would you hold him in your arms and have him bite your titties? Would you kneel beside his filthy bed and suck his big black cock? Would you beg him to whip you and to fuck your ass?”

She was sure they had no intention of giving her to the dwarf. She only had to say the words. “Yes, I would...I would...hold him in my arms. I would suck his cock and beg him to whip me and to fuck my ass.”

“I think he would make a fine replacement for your dead husband. What do you think?” She didn’t answer. “Speak up, Mrs. Ryan!” Abul shouted. “He’s a better lover than your husband, yes?”

Thinking of Jeff caused the tears to well up quickly. She looked at Abul, “Yes, Swart is…is…a better lover than…my… my…husband.”

“Good.” He stared at her. She lowered her eyes. “Finally, Mrs. Ryan,” he said, “tell us what you most enjoyed this evening.”

Kathy thought for a minute, trying to determine what he wanted to hear, what would make him feel important in the eyes of his guest. She looked up at her two tormentors. “More than anything else, Master, it was the moment when you allowed me to press my lips to your toes and lick between them.”

Narimov nodded his head. “It is a good answer, Abul. You should consider allowing her to service you in that way more often.”

“Yes, that is how she will greet me from this day forward. Is that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

“I will, Master.”

“Swear to it and describe exactly how you will greet me.”

“I promise, Master, from now on I will greet you by kneeling before you and bending to press my open mouth over the space that separates your first and second toe. I will count to ten while I lick between them.” Once more she felt the whirr of the brushes. Her nipples stiffened.

“And if I now told Miko to allow you another orgasm?”

“I would do whatever you wished.” The whirring continued. She felt another orgasm beginning to build.

“One day you will do whatever I wish without the threat of punishment, without the threat of harm coming to your sister-in-law, without the drugs and Miko’s words. You will obey me in all things without the possibility of being granted an orgasm. One day you will truly know that I am your absolute Master. One day your body and mind will belong to me unconditionally and your gratitude will be sincere.” He waited for her to respond. When she did not, the whirring stopped.

“It seems her spirit is not broken,” Narimov said.

Abul’s face reddened. He gestured to Miko. “Take her back,” he said.

Chapter Four – Defiance

As soon as they had returned to her room, Kathy was told to bathe. Miko and Mi Jong fitted a clean plastic sheet over the bed. Mi Jong was arranging the needles when the intercom phone rang. Miko answered, “Yes, Madam Khe.” She listened and nodded, “Yes, we will prepare her as you instructed.” She paused, “You say no drugged needles, no needles at all?” Mi Jong looked at her partner and frowned. Miko was saying, “Yes, Madam Khe, I understand. It shall be done as you wish.” She hung up the phone and shrugged her shoulders.

“No drugged needles?” Mi Jong questioned.

Miko shook her head. “Madam Khe watched the punishment from her quarters. She wants to see how submissive the woman will be with no drug and no stimulator.”

“No stimulator either?” Mi Jong was surprised.

“That is correct. We are to prepare her for Abul. She is to go before him with no help from needles and no help from stimulator cap. We are to rub her cunt with the special salve, but also we are to remove the cap with the brushes.”

“Will be interesting,” Mi Jong smiled. “She hates Abul.”

“And he hates her,” Miko replied.

Kathy came from the bath expecting to crawl under the blanket on her bed and sleep. The raw welts left by Swart’s whip still burned. Far up into her anal passage was an ache that continued to throb. She had brushed her teeth and gargled for ten minutes trying to get the taste of the dwarf and Abul out of her mouth.
My God,
she thought
, the hideous things Abul had forced her to do and terrible things he made her say.
But it was over now, and the words were meaningless. And yet her orgasm, as Swart whipped her, was more powerful, much more powerful than any she had ever experienced. She decided it was due to the stimulating salve they kept rubbing over her clitoris.

“On stomach,” Miko said, pointing to the bed. Kathy lay down. Both women spread a soothing ointment over the red welts. “Make better quick. Not hurt so much,” Miko said. In a few minutes, the pain subsided, but the marks stripping Kathy’s ass cheeks were clearly visible. “You lucky dwarf not whip titties,” Miko said. “Now go to dressing table. We need to fix you up again.”

Kathy turned around, the anger rising. “Fix me up? You mean I’m to...I’m to...well, I won’t. I can’t. Don’t you see, I’m hurting. The beating...I...I didn’t...no one ever...no...no. And Abul, that loathsome bully, the revolting things he forced me to do...I can’t even think of them. Can’t you see, I’m exhausted. Fix me up for what? I can’t do anything else. I need sleep. I can’t, Miko, I can’t!” She scrambled to the back of the bed. Miko leaned across it and slapped Kathy’s face so hard she left a red imprint on Kathy’s cheek. Miko slapped her again. Kathy huddled against the headboard, trembling.

“Abul is right. American women don’t learn. Don’t know place even after whipping. You here to serve. Here to give pleasure. No one care if you tired. No one care if you hurt. Abul is your Master. How many times must we say it? Abul wants you in his quarters. You obey. You show him respect. You give him pleasure. Understand?” Kathy wiped her tears away. She glared at Miko, but sat up, waiting. “Roll over and spread legs.” Kathy did as Miko ordered. Mi Jong pressed a button on the remote control and released the stimulator cap. Miko lifted it off. Together, they rubbed the familiar salve over Kathy’s clitoris and into her vagina and anus. Immediately Kathy felt the heat penetrate. As her clitoris swelled and her nipples stiffened, she felt the wetness between her legs.

“Oh, Miko, I want so much to...have another orgasm,” she whispered, “but...but...the hateful Abul...I...I...”

“You came with the whipping. That is enough.” Mi Jong had removed the brush from the stimulator cap and locked the cap into place again over Kathy’s clitoris. “That is so you can’t touch,” Miko said. “Now we get your ready for Master.”