“Yes,” Kathy said.
“Abul’s urine. Since you refused to lick Master’s crack, Mr. Satomi orders that you wear what comes out of it.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Wear it. I can’t wear it!” Kathy glared up at Miko.
Miko slapped her hard, leaving the red imprint of her blow on Kathy’s cheek. “All the time you say ‘can’t’. You not learn. Mr. Satomi give order, you don’t say ‘I can’t’.” She placed the glass jar on the table and handed Kathy one of the vials along with a stirring rod. “Abul’s piss,” she said, pointing to the container Kathy was holding. “Mix,” she said and moved the jar in front of Kathy. Her hand trembling, Kathy poured the cloudy yellow urine into the jar. Then, holding the jar in one hand she stirred the liquid into the soft nasty smelling mass until it became a repulsive paste. “Now, this.” Miko gave her the other vial, which contained an odorless oily substance. “Will make stick and shine, not dry up.” Kathy mixed it with the brown paste until the texture became smooth and glistening.
Miko then put into Kathy’s hand a small brush with very fine soft bristles. “Paint nipples,” Miko said. Kathy looked up at her and shook her head. Once more Miko slapped her cheek spinning her head back. Trying not to retch, the tears streaking her face, Kathy dipped the brush into the foul mixture and carefully coated the pink circles of the aureoles and her stiffening nipples.
Nothing she had ever done, she thought, diminished her as much as this. To spread the vile smelling slime of Abul over the pink of her nipples was unimaginable. And yet here she was, obediently debasing herself in this unspeakable way. Her humiliation, her suffering would please him. She knew, now, that her life and, perhaps Mary Margaret’s life depended on how well she pleased Abul.
When she finished, the mixture adhered just as Miko had said it would. The oil made it shine and catch and reflect the light just as the gloss did on her lips. “You do this to honor Abul. You wear it as badge of honor to him. Yes?” She handed Kathy a towel to wipe away the tears.
“No, Miko. I do it because I’m afraid,” Kathy said.
“But nipples get hard. Cunt is wet. Right?”
Kathy looked down at her long nipples, which had become stiff. She quickly looked away. “Yes,” she said softly, “they are hard, and I am wet.”
Careful not to disturb the glistening brown coating, Mi Jong fitted an open web of thin black leather straps over Kathy’s breasts and pulled it tight fastening it at the back. It left Kathy’s breasts fully exposed but crisscrossed them with the binding straps. She was given a tight black leather skirt that reached just about three inches below her crotch. Each side was split up to the wide leather belt that circled her waist. On her feet they placed a pair of open toed, sling-back shoes with five-inch heels.
Miko stepped back to look objectively at the result of their efforts. “O.K.,” she said, “like high price whore...maybe not so high price.”
“Nipples not so pretty,” Mi Jong added.
“Don’t smell so good either,” Miko said. Both women laughed. Miko slapped Kathy’s ass, “Shoulders back. Walk proud,” she said. Kathy tried to force the sight and odor of the nasty smelling mass out of her mind. Still feeling as if she would vomit, she took her place between Miko and Mi Jong. They went silently along the great hallway and down the steep stairs. Kathy now moved more easily in the spike heels. Once more, the heavy oak door swung open to admit them to the punishment room.
The room was as she remembered it, except on the far side were four chairs instead of two. Abul sat in one. She recognized Mr. Narimov. Her hands flew to her face and she stepped back when she saw the black dwarf grinning hideously at her from the shadowed wall behind his Master. An older man occupied the ornate chair at Narimov’s left. All three men wore the familiar white caftans. Abul’s dirty feet were bare. To the right of Abul sat a handsome dark haired man wearing a navy blue suit and a white shirt and tie. Kathy guessed he was about her own age.
Narimov was nodding his head at the man next to him as if to say, “I told you she was a beautiful woman.” The two strangers had leaned forward obviously impressed with the striking appearance of the trembling woman who stood before them. Kathy noticed the young man staring at her glistening brown nipples and immediately felt the color rise to her cheeks.
About fifteen feet in front of the semi-circle of men, Miko and Mi Jong stopped. Kathy moved forward a few steps and was preparing to get down on her knees when Abul raised his hand, “Not just yet, “ he said. Kathy stood before them, her head lowered, her bound breasts jutting forward, the pale skin of her belly and legs gleaming under the harsh light.
“I must say,” Abul went on, “you look different tonight, Mrs. Ryan. The last time you came before us you dressed like the rich American debutante you once were. Now, you come to this gathering of important men almost naked. Nothing but thin straps binding your bare tits. Are you trying to seduce us, Mrs. Ryan?” Narimov and the older man next to him chuckled. The young man, his face impassive, continued to lean forward staring at Kathy.
“Seduce?” Kathy began. “No...no...I was told to...I mean we thought to please you.”
“Ah, yes, you thought to please us. Come here so we can see you better. Our new young friend seems somewhat stricken.” He poked Narimov. The young man quickly sat back in his chair, blushing. Kathy moved toward them and was about to get on her knees again when Abul stopped her a second time. “No, stand there.” He glared at her, his bulging eyes bright and cruel. “I seem to recall your nipples being a different color, Mrs. Ryan?”
“Yes,” she looked down not knowing which was worse, the fear or the shame.
“What color were they the last time you presented yourself to us?”
“The color?”
“Are you deaf or just stupid? The color!” his voice rose.
She looked away, twisting her hands nervously. “Red…no…no pink. The color was pink.”
“That’s what I remember. Long, smooth pink nipples.” He paused, smirking. “Now, perhaps, since you are a woman and also a graduate of a big American university, maybe you will explain to us the reason God, in his wisdom, blessed women with breasts and nipples?”
The question surprised her. She couldn’t imagine what he wanted her to say. “For babies,” she said uncertainly. “To nurture them. A baby feeds from its mother’s breasts.”
Abul looked around at his companions, “You see, gentlemen, she’s not so stupid after all. She knows what her tits are for.” He turned back to Kathy, “A pretty image, Mrs. Ryan...rich American babies sucking on their rich American mothers’ pink nipples.” He leaned toward her. “But no babies are going to feed from yours, are they, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy looked at the floor, the tears welling up in her eyes, “No,” she whispered.
“Why not, Mrs. Ryan?”
“Because I...I...I won’t have babies.”
“That’s right. You’ve chosen another less natural path. But, as you no doubt have observed, men are often aroused by the kind of display you are presenting to us here tonight. Yes?”
“Yes.”
“I imagine your late husband, who was young and handsome like our friend here, took pleasure in sucking your smooth, pink nipples, didn’t he, Mrs. Ryan?”
“Yes.” She hated Abul. She hated the way he kept torturing her with references to poor Jeff.
“You enjoyed his attentions because your nipples would stiffen just as we see them stiffening now. Your husband’s mouth on them would excite you. Am I not right?”
“Yes, when he did that...it...it would excite me.”
“If your husband was here among us tonight, do you think he would take your nipples between his lips and caress them?”
Still looking down she shook her head. “No...no he wouldn’t.”
“But why, Mrs. Ryan, why?”
“Because...because...” she began to sob quietly, unable to finish.
“Is it because your nipples are no longer pink?”
She nodded, “Yes...that’s right.”
“What color have you chosen to make them?”
“I...I didn’t...,” she began but stopped. “Brown,” she said.
“Compared to pink, brown is a very dull color, don’t you think? Why brown, Mrs. Ryan? Why did you coat your pink nipples with this dark brown substance?”
Recalling what Madam Khe had said about the possibility of Satomi giving her to Abul unless she learned to obey the hated Pakistani, she looked up, the tears streaking her cheeks, “I did it to...to honor you.”
Abul pretended to look shocked. “In what way do these greasy brown nipples honor me?”
“I can’t...I can’t...” They waited until she was able to continue. “My nipples are painted with a mixture.”
“Did you apply this mixture yourself because you wanted to? I mean, you were not compelled to do it?”
“I wasn’t compelled. I chose to do it.”
Abul glanced at the young man who was shaking his head in disgust. “Tell us, Mrs. Ryan, what is the composition of this brown mixture you rubbed into your pink nipples?”
Not looking at them, in a quiet voice she replied, “It is partly an oil that makes it adhere and shine.”
“Go on,” Abul was becoming impatient.
“And mostly it is...it is a nasty smelling mass mixed with drops of your urine.”
The young man’s face turned crimson as he rose, “That’s revolting…I never heard of such a revolting thing!”
Abul grabbed his arm forcing him to sit. Turning back to Kathy he said, “This is a fellow American. His name is Jamal Kedad. His father is an Algerian with the U.N... His mother is from England. Like you, he recently graduated from a fine university in New York. He’s come all this way to find out if we are keeping women here against their will. I’ve shown him the contract you signed, but he wanted to see for himself. So, tell him Mrs. Ryan, are we holding you here against your will?”
Kathy looked up at the outraged young man. “I have not been forced to come here. I am not being held here against my will.”
“Why have you come for the training we offer?” Abul asked.
“Because it is something I need and want.”
“And the humiliation and pain?”
Kathy knew what her answers must be. “I accept them, gratefully, because they are necessary. And...and because they are administered by you.”
Abul looked at the young man who was still shaking his head in disbelief. “Do not be so downcast, Mr. Kedad, before the night is over I’m sure Mrs. Ryan will make your spirits rise.” All the men laughed.
Abul turned back to face Kathy. “Here, gentlemen,” he gestured toward her, “we have a wealthy American woman who willingly gives up her fancy life to come here so that she can honor Abul.” The two older men laughed. “Lift your breasts, Mrs. Ryan,” Abul ordered. “Look up at us. Thrust them out!” Kathy raised her head and, cupping her breasts, lifted them. “Pride, yes, that’s what is wanted. Be proud of what you’ve done. Tell us, are you proud to display yourself to us in this way?”
“Yes,” she looked directly at him hoping he could see in her eyes that she despised him, yet was fearful of displeasing him. “Yes, they swell with pride.”
“Good, Mrs. Ryan. I’m glad to hear it. Now, when you were married and living in your fancy house did you sometimes perfume your breasts as rich American women do? I mean, did you rub your pink nipples with sweet smelling fragrances?”
“Yes, sometimes I did.”
“Do you remember the name of the perfume?”
“Usually it was Chanel.”
“Chanel!” he exclaimed. “Very expensive. Nothing but the best for Mrs. Ryan. Keep holding your breasts out like that, with pride and ask our guests if any of them would like to suck your brown nipples.” Except for Kedad, the men laughed again. Kathy squeezed her eyes shut and felt the sinking sensation in her stomach. “Invite our guests!” Abul shouted.
Kathy, still cupping her breasts, looked out over their heads, “Would...would...any of you like to suck my nipples?” she asked.
Narimov and the man next to him made choking sounds and violently shook their heads before bursting out in laughter. “No...no!” Narimov shouted. “Even the dwarf would refuse.” He turned toward Swart who had no idea what they’d been saying. “Would you like to suck the lady’s titties?” he asked. Grinning, the dwarf imitated them and pretended to choke as he shook his head.
Kathy dropped to her knees and, covering her face with her hands, began to sob. Jamal jumped up and, brushing Abul aside, went to her. Kneeling beside her he spoke passionately, “It is clear, Mrs. Ryan, that these dreadful people have some power over you. They force you to perform in this way. I will take you out of here, back to America. And I will report this place to the authorities!” He reached out to take her arm.
At that moment Miko, who had moved closer, twisted the dial on the remote. The rapidly spinning brushes sent a powerful shock of pleasure through Kathy’s body. “Do you have a young sister-in-law, Mrs. Ryan?” she asked quickly. Kathy cried out and jerked away from Jamal. Miko quickly slowed the brushes so that they barely turned. Kathy knew what was required to make them continue to spin. She also knew that she had come close to failing the test, that she might be given to the hated Pakistani, and that Mary Margaret was in danger. The men watched in silence as she crawled to Abul. He did not look at her. Instead, he smiled across at Jamal who stood transfixed.