“Oh, dear God!” Kathy exclaimed.
“It was not an accident,” Madam Khe smiled.
“I don’t understand,” Kathy said.
“Kedad knew your name. He knew you were here. He knew something about the training process. That kind of information given to the wrong people might have caused some embarrassment. Mr. Satomi keeps a very low profile.”
“Then...?”
“The possible source had to be permanently removed. Never underestimate the power of unimaginable wealth. Mr. Satomi and most of the men in his circle are above the law.”
“Jamal Kedad,” Kathy said thoughtfully.
“Is dead,” Madam Khe responded. “Let there be an end to it.” Madam Khe stood and crossed to the bed. When she was comfortably leaning back against the huge satin pillows, she beckoned to Kathy. “Come, Mrs. Ryan. I want to feel those soft, warm lips here.” She parted her gown exposing her hairless pubis. “And that little pink tongue. Are you going to spend the night, Mrs. Ryan, pleasuring me in a variety of new and interesting ways?”
Kathy crawled to the bed and, kneeling beside it, looked up at her regal Mistress, “Yes, Madam Khe, I want very much to please you. With you I need not pretend. The devotion is real. Please, permit me to show you.”
Madam Khe nodded. Kathy climbed up on the bed and, kneeling between Madam Khe’s legs, she lowered her head to the Chinese woman’s pink slit and began to lick it.
Chapter Nine – Contest
On the morning of the day she was to service Abul’s former army companions, she awoke hearing them cursing and laughing as they saddled their horses for a day of hunting in the mountains. Later, she lowered her face to the foul smelling bowl. As she sucked the ugly plastic cock, she felt herself becoming aroused and, although she tried to deny it, she had begun to wish it were a real cock, even Abul’s. She tried to drive that thought and the fear and loathing out of her mind. Miko let the brushes turn slowly. Kathy found that she was becoming aroused more quickly and more intensely even though Miko had reduced the time she allowed the brushes to spin. Long after Miko stopped the brushes, Kathy’s protruding nipples remained hard. She felt her mouth fill with saliva. Miko, who was squatting down beside the bowl watched carefully. “Wet lips,” she said. Obediently, Kathy ran her tongue over her brightly coated red lips. “You learn to like Abul’s cock, yes? You learn to want it?” Miko smiled, reaching to lift the bowl.
Quickly, Kathy drew back. “No, oh, God, no...never, Miko, never! I hate what you make me do. I hate him!” she cried.
“Maybe to kiss Master’s ass not be so bad,” Miko said. “At first you had to be tied down. No more. At first you refuse to suck cock. No more. At first you try not to breathe in Abul’s stink. No more. At first need brushes to spin for long time. No more. Now, right away pussy gets wet, nipples stiff, mouth hot. Why is that, Mrs. Ryan?” Miko chuckled.
Late that afternoon, Miko and Mi Jong began to prepare her. “As soon as men come back from mountains, we take you to them,” Miko said. After the ritual enema and a hot bath, they rubbed her body with the white lotion and then the stimulating salve was applied to her vagina and anus. “Dress like first time,” Miko explained as they sat her at the make-up table, “Abul wants you to look like rich American lady. Impress friends. Tell them about your life in America.” She held up the clitoral cap and removed the brushes.
“Miko, please...I...I...need them. Without them I can’t...”
“No brushes,” Miko said, and clamped the empty cap over Kathy’s clitoris. “Not permitted to cum or feel pleasure of brushes. Need to learn to get pleasure from big prick in your mouth and up your ass.”
Mi Jong expertly painted Kathy lips with bright lipstick and coated them with the shiny gloss. She then made Kathy stand and bend over while she applied the red lipstick to Kathy’s anal opening. “Many pricks in ass tonight,” Mi Jong said, smiling. “Rough soldiers, drunk too. Pricks will be big and hard.” Instinctively Kathy clinched her anal opening. She felt the familiar sinking sensation in her stomach.
As before, they dressed her in a dark blue pinstriped tailored suit. She was bare under the single button jacket and short skirt. The upper swell of her breasts was visible. She slid her feet into blue leather high-heeled pumps. “Now, sit until men come back. Spend time thinking about what Madam Khe told you,” Miko said. “Must obey. Must show great respect. Cameras record everything for Mr. Satomi.”
Kathy remembered Madam Khe’s words about the horrible consequences that awaited her if she failed to demonstrate her complete submission to Abul. What had Madam Khe said? “You must show that you consider him godlike and feel privileged to kneel before him in abject adoration.”
‘Impossible,’
Kathy thought. Just the sight and smell of him makes me physically sick. The way he torments me with references to my husband, comparing himself to Jeff. Good God, in America Abul couldn’t shine Jeff’s shoes! I’m required to cringe at the feet of that ignorant bastard, debase myself, take the filthy cocks of his barbarian friends in my...my anus, and appear to truly worship the hateful man. To do all this without the stimulation of the brushes, impossible.
She looked at her face in the mirror. It appeared no different than it had been on her last evening in the city with Jeff. The make-up now was somewhat more dramatic, but otherwise she looked much the same. Before they’d gone into the city for a fine dinner at the Triangle Club, Jeff had given her an expensive bottle of Chanel. She’d dabbed some behind each ear and then, playfully, on her nipples. She and Jeff had been so close, laughing, making plans for a big party when he returned from his business trip to Washington. That night they had made love for a very long time, both passionate and tender.
She recalled meeting Jeff during their freshman year at the university. They had fallen in love right away. He played football. She was on the swimming team. In their senior year, they’d both taken up tennis and golf. The perfect couple. The ideal marriage. Jeff’s younger sister, Mary Margaret, had been her maid of honor. Now, Kathy felt a clutch of fear knowing that because of her, Mary might one day find herself in the back cabin of Mr. Satomi’s jet, protesting as Miko inserted the drugged needles. She tried to remember how old Mary Margaret would be now...seventeen or eighteen she thought. She began to cry silently as she reminded herself that Jeff’s death had not been an accident. Mr. Satomi had arranged for Jeff to be killed, just as he had ordered Jamal Kedad’s death. At this moment, there were probably hidden cameras in Mary Margaret’s room. Mr. Satomi would have her followed. Kathy closed her eyes, cursing the day she had signed his contract.
In a few minutes, she was going to grovel before the hated Abul. Her debasement would be a desperate attempt to please Mr. Satomi, the man who had ordered Jeff’s murder. Her performance captured on the videotapes had to convince Satomi that she was worthy to become one of his concubines. ‘Concubine’, she had come to realize, was a euphemism for ‘whore’. To become one of a company of whores to a man with whom she had exchanged no more than ten words, to the powerful Japanese who caused the death of her husband. It was incomprehensible. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked once more into the mirror. Her face was beautiful. Her short black hair rich and lustrous, her pale skin clean and flawless, her full lips red and shining, and her astonishing eyes, “bright blue cornflower eyes” Jeff used to call them. A very short time ago she had sat before a mirror taking care to make herself beautiful to please her dear husband. This evening, she had taken much greater care to make herself beautiful for the hated Abul. She leaned toward the mirror to study her face. She hated to admit it, but the woman in the mirror appeared even more desirable than she had ever been in the past...more beautiful now for Abul than she had ever been for Jeff.
Soon she would kneel before the ugly Iranian, or Afghani, or Pakistani or whatever he was. She would touch her lips to his odious feet. She would hear him ridicule her and mock her husband. She would bow her head in silent submission while his coarse friends jeered and laughed at her. At Abul’s command, she would remove her jacket and skirt to display herself to them. Before the evening was over, she would have begged each of them to fuck her ass. The filthy cocks of these brutes would have been inside her body, their semen deep in her anal passage. Unimaginable! She hated them, but mostly she hated herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Miko who tapped her on the shoulder, “Abul has sent for you,” she said. Kathy, expecting the familiar collar, found that Miko was placing a string of tiny pearls around her neck. “Madam Khe thought it look better. More like rich American lady.” Both Miko and Mi Jong chuckled.
Instead of taking the stairs down to the punishment room, they guided Kathy along the corridor until they came to the reception hall. When they entered, Miko shut the door behind them. She and Mi Jong stood beside it while Kathy, her legs trembling, walked toward Abul and three rough looking men who were seated at the edge of the circular rug. She noticed that they were all at least as tall as Abul and much heavier. Abul and his companions were dressed in Army fatigues and wore heavy boots. Their unshaven faces were red and streaked with sweat. Their clothes were wet with perspiration, which she could smell from ten feet away. They had been drinking. They were ignorant thugs, she thought, filthy and vicious. She tried to drive the fear and loathing out of her heart, but couldn’t.
Before she could get to her knees at the perimeter of the carpet, Abul held up his hand. “Not yet, Mrs. Ryan,” he said. “I want my friends to get a good look at the woman I have promised them.” Kathy felt her cheeks burn as the drunken men shouted words she couldn’t understand and made obscene gestures. “On my right here are two brave fighters, Davodi and Amel,” Abul pointed to the bearded men who Kathy judged were in their late forties. “And this, my closest companion through many dangerous battles, is Zubair. He speaks English. Davodi and Amel know only a few words like fuck and ass. But that will be enough to communicate with you won’t it, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy bowed her head. “Yes, Master,” she said softly, “that will be enough.”
“Amel and I fight in many battles. Tell him what you have come to offer him and my other two friends.”
Kathy knew what he required her to say. “I have come to offer Mr. Amel and your other friends my...my body for their pleasure.”
“And you will ask them to fuck your ass?”
She turned her head away and for a moment considered running, but Miko and Me Jong blocked the door. Abul stamped his heavy boot on the floor. Kathy turned back to face the ugly men. “I will ask them to...to...fuck my ass.” Her face was scarlet. She tried to keep her hands from trembling.
“Just so they know something about the woman who will soon beg them to fuck her ass, suppose you tell them about yourself, Mrs. Ryan.”
“I...I...don’t know what...,” she began.
“Are you a low class American slut?” Abul sneered.
“No.” There was a flash of anger in her eyes. “Before coming here I was married to a successful man. I was privileged to live in a nice house and had what...what you in this country would call a life of luxury.”
“Ahh, yes, a husband you loved, much money, and a degree from a fine university?”
“Yes, a degree and a wonderful husband who recently died.”
“Why have you left your life of luxury to come here to this place, Mrs. Ryan?” By now it had become a familiar question. This was to be a replay of the old interrogation, which was designed to inflate Abul’s ego. He was making sure his friends understood the woman who called him “Master” was not only an American, she was a rich and educated one.
She answered automatically, “I have come in order to learn my place and to be trained to serve my superiors.”
“And what is your place?”
“On my knees before you, Master.” She bowed her head.
“Look at us, Mrs. Ryan. Now, turn around slowly. Take a few steps to your left then to your right. Walk like a proper American lady, but one who is in heat and wants to have her ass fucked by three brave and lusty men!” They all laughed. Kathy, blushing and staring straight ahead, walked to her right and then to her left.
Abul clapped Zubair on the shoulder, “Look at her. A young spoiled American widow, fine legs, firm tits, and as you will soon see, a beautiful white ass.” He waved his hand at Kathy and shouted, “Shoulders back, Mrs. Ryan. Keep walking.” In front of the two Asian women she turned and came back, her heels clicking on the stone floor. Abul nodded in approval, “Do you enjoy displaying yourself before us?”
Kathy, her head held high, was not looking at them. “Yes, Master Abul, I enjoy displaying myself like this before your companions.”
“We can see that you do.” He turned to the men, “She is hot, my friends, the proud American bitch is in heat. I think her cunt is dripping already. Is your cunt wet, Mrs. Ryan?”
She stood facing them again. “Yes, it is wet.”
“Why is your cunt wet?”
“You...you arouse me, Master Abul. When I am in your presence my...my cunt is always wet.”
Grinning and nodding at his friends, Abul continued, “Tell us what you are wearing under that expensive suit, Mrs. Ryan.”
“Nothing. I have nothing on under the suit.”
“Why?” the man named Zubair asked.
“I wish to please my Master and his companions. I wish my...my body to be easily accessible to them.”