Swart reached beside him and picking up his whip, let it uncoil across Kathy’s back. He drew it over her shoulders causing her to tremble. Turning his head toward Jamal and making unintelligible sounds, he held the whip up and nodded. Jamal shouted, “Yes! Yes, Mrs. Ryan, even the imbecile knows what you deserve!”
Kathy, thinking Swart intended to whip her again, quickly got to her knees. With both hands she spread the hairless lips of her wet pussy. “Please, Swart!” she cried. “Please fuck me!”
The dwarf scrambled around in back of her and stood up. “He’s not a man!” Jamal yelled. “Like you, he’s an animal. He can only do it like an animal. Like dogs in the street!”
Quickly, Kathy lowered her head to the pillow. Bending her back and raising her hips, she once more spread her vaginal lips. The black dwarf stood behind her looking up at the video monitor. Madam Khe’s face appeared. “As Swart’s lover, Mrs. Ryan, you were not quite convincing. If you wish to cum, you will have to use the whip handle.”
“No!” Kathy cried, “please Madam Khe, please tell him to...”
Before she could finish, Madam Khe’s amplified voice filled the room. “Her ass, Swart! Fuck her ass!” Savagely, Swart drove his thick cock into Kathy’s small anus, tearing her. She screamed and struggled to free herself from him, but his powerful hands pulled her hips back until the terrible length of his prick was inside her.
Sobbing, she took the whip and, reaching between her legs, slid the handle into her oozing cunt. Suddenly she felt Jamal climbing onto the bed. He knelt in front of her and, grabbing her hair, pulled her head up and forced it back. She found herself staring at his stiff milk white cock. “Suck!” he yelled. “Suck me!”
“Do what he says,” Madam Khe commanded. Obediently, Kathy parted her lips to take him in her mouth.
Holding her head with both hands, he furiously shoved his prick in and out. “I’m fucking your mouth, you filthy whore, fucking your mouth!” he shouted. A moment later, he came. He kept pumping hot spurts of thick cum until it ran from the corners of Kathy’s mouth down over her chin.
The dwarf, making high pitched squeaking noises, came deep in Kathy’s ass. A moment later, Kathy’s orgasm sent her into a frenzy of writhing with the whip handle buried in her vagina.
As Swart climbed off the bed, the door opened admitting Miko and Mi Jong. They led him out and closed the door behind them. Kathy withdrew the whip handle and buried her head in the pillow. Jamal stood beside the bed glaring down at her and shouting, “Filth! You are filth! God will punish filth like you!”
Madam Khe’s voice spoke from the loudspeakers, “Mr. Kedad, there is no need to wait for God. You can punish her here and now. She responds to the whip.” Kathy rolled over, her eyes wide with fright. “Stay as you were,” Madam Khe ordered, “or you will be taken to Abul.”
“Please, Madam Khe,” Kathy began to beg, “Please no more. Please don’t let him!”
Jamal had taken up the whip and stood at the foot of the bed, his face crimson with anger. The candlelight glinted on the trickle of Swart’s jism that had begun to ooze from Kathy’s anal opening. Once more, Madam Khe’s voice sounded from the speakers, “Offer your ass to the whip, Mrs. Ryan. Raise it up!”
“Filth!” Jamal yelled, bringing the whip down with all his strength. Kathy screamed into the pillow. “Filth!” he yelled again.
“Mrs. Ryan, you may touch yourself,” Madam Khe said. “I believe the whip will cause you to cum again.” Immediately, Kathy’s hand flew between her legs. Her fingers rubbed her wet clit and she began to moan. Again the whip cracked against her ass. As Jamal’s rage intensified, he continued to scream at her. His blows came harder, cutting across her legs, raising welts on her back and shoulders.
Kathy’s orgasm began to build. She raised her ass higher to meet the whip. Madam Khe watched her monitor closely, noting that, in his fury, Jamal was beginning to strike hard enough to draw beads of blood. Kathy screamed and groaned, and finally came. Madam Khe signaled Miko and Mi Jong who, accompanied by two muscular guards, were standing on the other side of the door. Rushing into the room, they took the whip from Jamal and quickly dragged him out into the hallway. He continued to yell curses back at Kathy.
Miko and Mi Jong helped her off the bed and, for the second time that night, supported her between them as they slowly made their way to her quarters.
Chapter Eight – Instructions
For the next day and night Kathy was permitted to rest. Miko and Mi Jong massaged her cut and bruised body with several different healing ointments. On the second morning, the routine began again. Kathy found that no matter how many times she was rubbed with the stimulating salve, it lost none of its power to keep her continually aroused. Miko had reattached the clitoral cap. As soon as Kathy had awakened and bathed she put on her make-up under the careful supervision of Miko. “Why,” Kathy asked, “must it be perfect?”
“To do honor to your Master’s morning gift,” Miko said.
“That’s insane,” Kathy said, but just hearing Miko speak those words sent a flush of heat to her cheeks. Kathy was given the candle to light and place on its tray under the steel ring, which would soon hold the glass bowl. Kathy lay down on the bench, waiting. Try as she might, she could not prevent her nipples from becoming hard or her pussy from moistening as she anticipated Abul’s rancid scent and the replica of his long cock... She knew that with it, the brushes inside the clitoral cap would turn slowly. The horrible thought occurred to her that perhaps even without the stimulation of the brushes, the smell of Abul would arouse her. The young girl arrived with the container. When Kathy lowered her head and began to suck the penis, Miko let the brushes spin slowly for a long time.
On the evening of the fifth day after her whipping, Kathy, naked except for her collar, was summoned to Madam Khe’s quarters. As before, Madam Khe sat in her throne-like chair. A beautifully embroidered jade green dressing gown tied at her waist and on her tiny feet were matching green open-toed heels. Kathy, her head lowered, approached, then got to her knees, and crawled forward until she could touch her lips to Madam Khe’s bare toes. Madam Khe nodded her approval, “I must say, Mrs. Ryan, your lips are always warm and soft.” Kathy found herself blushing because of this unexpected compliment. “You have been invited here tonight for two reasons,” Madam Khe continued. “First, I will instruct you as to what will be necessary if you hope to leave here and enter service with Mr. Satomi.” She paused, waiting for Kathy to respond.
“But, Madam Khe,” Kathy looked up apprehensively, “I thought the contract said that after two months of training I would automatically become a concubine to Mr. Satomi?”
“That is not correct. The contract you signed reads that on the successful completion of your training you may qualify for service to Mr. Satomi. The definitive word is ‘successful’.” She paused again. Kathy bowed her head and was silent. “You’ve been here almost six weeks, Mrs. Ryan. With only two more weeks in the training period, all of us, Mr. Satomi, Abul, and I agree that you have not succeeded.”
“Oh, my God,” Kathy whispered, “what else must I do?”
“Let me repeat what is planned for you if you fail, and right now it appears certain that you will fail.” Kathy could feel the tears welling in her eyes. “Mr. Satomi will give you, as a gift, to Abul. For the year that remains on your contract, you will be his property. As you know, during your training period we have had to exercise restraint on Abul. He has not been permitted to damage you in a serious way. If you are given to him, most of these restraints, of course, will be removed.”
Kathy began to tremble and weep. “He hates me as much as I hate him,” she said.
“That is true. I suspect he hates you even more. The man’s capacity for hatred is beyond measure. You need to understand, Mrs. Ryan, that Abul is determined to make you fail. He wants you to belong to him. If you become his property even if you manage to survive for the year of your contract, you will wish you hadn’t.”
It was several moments before Kathy could speak. “You are saying that in order to escape Abul...”
“You must submit to Abul,” Madam Khe interrupted.
“But I have,” Kathy protested. “I have submitted.”
“No, Mrs. Ryan, you haven’t. There have been a number of instances when you’ve openly defied him. You’ve refused to obey. You’ve even castigated him, causing him to lose face. The tapes show quite clearly that you despise him.”
“Please, Madam Khe, tell me how...tell me what I must do.”
The Chinese woman sat back and closed her eyes. After a few moments, she spoke, “You must obey him no matter what he requires of you. You must obey without hesitation. You must disguise your true feelings about him. You must become the consummate actress. You must, through your demeanor and actions, convince perceptive observers that you have given yourself completely and unconditionally to Abul. In addition, it must appear that you are truly devoted to him. Devotion, Mrs. Ryan, that transcends love. You must show that you honor him above all men, that he is far superior to your late husband. In short, it must look as if you consider him godlike, that you revere and adore his cock, and you feel privileged to kneel before him in abject worship.”
“I don’t know if...,” Kathy began.
“You must learn to anticipate what he wants you to say, what he wants you to do. Then you must say and do those things convincingly. We must see in your eyes that you have completely surrendered to him. Adoration, Mrs. Ryan, when you look at Abul, we must see adoration.”
“Adoration for the man I hate most in the world?”
“Yes. Otherwise you will soon belong to the man you hate most in the world.”
Kathy bowed her head, “Thank you, Madam Khe, for trying to help me.”
“Don’t be mistaken,” Madam Khe leaned forward. “I have no interest in helping you. Whether you succeed or fail is of little matter to me. My allegiance is to Mr. Satomi. He sent you here to be trained as a concubine. As such you will be required to give pleasure to a variety of men who will be just as heartless as Abul. Men, who no doubt, will be more imaginative, more perverse, more demanding. You are not yet the kind of woman Mr. Satomi would accept into his service. Time is running out, Mrs. Ryan.”
“How much longer?” Kathy asked.
“Your final test will occur two weeks from tonight. Mr. Satomi, himself, will be here with an assortment of rich and powerful men to witness your trial.”
“What will I be required to do?”
“Whatever Abul demands. We both know he will demand much. He wants you. If he is to have you for his own, he must cause you to fail.”
Kathy shuddered. “The thought of belonging to that ignorant, repulsive animal is more than I can bear.”
“Keep in mind the cameras are always recording you. Many of them have telephoto lenses that can capture the subtlest changes in your expression. They will record the less than enthusiastic application of your mouth to those offensive parts of Abul’s body you must worship. Mr. Satomi is most observant. He will be looking for adoration, not only in your eyes, but in the way your employ your lips and tongue.”
“Abul’s vile feet?”
“Yes.”
“His anus?”
“Yes and with self-abasing adoration.”
Shaking her head, her stomach churning, the tears once more beginning to flow, Kathy looked up at Madam Khe, “Anyone,” she said softly, “anyone but him.”
“Precisely why it has to be him,” Madam Khe said. “Now, to other matters. In a few days you will be taken to the punishment room again. Abul has invited three of his former Army friends here for a day of hunting and drinking. When they return from the hunt, Abul will give you to them. They are not permitted to fuck your cunt, but they will certainly take your ass. Like Abul, they are stupid thugs as well as cowards; opportunists who fight on whatever side is safest and pays more. If they’ve killed anyone at all, you can be assured it’s been only defenseless women and children. You cannot expect anything from them except abuse. In addition, Abul will want to show his criminal companions that you, a beautiful, young, rich, educated American woman are devoted to him.”
“This will be recorded on tape for Mr. Satomi?”
“Of course. There will be several cameras carefully positioned. One will be at floor level. Keep in mind the close-up lenses. I assure you, Mr. Satomi will study these tapes.”
“Then I must do what I must do,” Kathy said. “But I’m not sure I can,” she added.
“Remember the consequences of failure. Also remember, you are to appear devoted and grateful.”
“Yes,” Kathy said.
“Now, before we get to the second reason for your being summoned here tonight, there is the matter of Mr. Kedad.”
“He was as bad as Abul,” Kathy said. “In a way he was worse. He pretended to be religious...to be compassionate. He would have beaten me to death.”
“I expect he would have,” Madam Khe replied. “These religious fanatics are the worst. I’m sure you will be pleased to know he will never again be a threat to helpless women.”
“Why? What?” Kathy began.
“On the morning after he whipped you, he was flown, in one of Mr. Satomi’s jets, back to London. During the flight, his briefcase was switched for one that looked just like it. The new briefcase contained documentation that he’d been in Lisbon on business. As he stepped out to hail a taxi at Heathrow, he was struck by a hit-and-run driver. Unfortunately, poor Mr. Kedad died instantly.”