“We’ve saved the best for last,” Abul said. Kathy saw him glance across at Mr. Satomi. The Japanese nodded. “Swart,” Abul called, “show Mrs. Ryan what we’ve brought her.”
Swart unhooked the clasp and quickly parted the material, pulling it back and off the chair. Kathy screamed and fell to her knees, covering her face with her hands and sobbing uncontrollably. Swart removed the woman’s cowl. Her lustrous copper colored hair fell down around her shoulders. Except for a painfully tight ball gag and the mask, Kathy’s young sister-in-law, Mary Margaret, was naked. Her wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair. Her legs were spread wide and secured to the legs of the heavy chair with leather cuffs just below her knees and at her ankles. The cleft of her vagina was visible through the soft red tufts of her pubic hair.
Under the glare of the lights, her pale skin was even whiter than Kathy’s. She tried to lean forward and hunch her shoulders. Swart efficiently looped a leather strap around her upper arms then, pulling it tight behind the back of the chair, buckled it. Mary Margaret's small breasts were thrust forward. Kathy cried out again and, standing up, started toward the helpless girl. Swart intercepted her and forcefully turned her to face Abul.
“Ahhh, you Americans,” Abul laughed, “always trying to come to the rescue. Like your friend, Mr. Kedad, you’ve seen too many movies, Mrs. Ryan. But this is not a movie.”
Kathy’s face was scarlet with rage. She was about to scream at Abul and the assembled guests when suddenly, Madam Khe stood up. “Mrs. Ryan,” she said forcefully, “I suggest you take a moment.”
Abul had turned to Madam Khe. Pointing at her, he shouted angrily, “You have no right!”
Madam Khe nodded. “That is correct, Abul, I have no right.” She sat down.
The interruption was enough to enable Kathy to bring her rage under control. Swart still held her arms. Facing Abul, she bowed her head. Her lip quivered and the tears flowed from her eyes. Scornfully, Abul grinned at her. “While you were being refreshed, Mrs. Ryan, we voted on the form tonight’s next entertainment should take. Half of us wanted to see our innocent new arrival whipped. The other half expressed a desire to watch you give her an orgasm.” If Swart hadn’t been holding her, Kathy knew she would have collapsed. Abul pressed his advantage. “Madam Khe has told us how accomplished you’ve become in pleasuring her. Is that true?”
Kathy had trouble speaking. “If Madam Khe has said it, then it must be so.”
“But, your lover Swart, is anxious to mark the tender white flesh of your virgin sister-in-law.”
“Please, no,” Kathy whispered.
“We’ve decided to let you cast the tie breaking vote. Swart’s efficient whip or your talented tongue? What’s it to be, Mrs. Ryan?”
“Not the whip,” Kathy said, still refusing to look at Abul.
“Good. But there’s one condition. These little entertainments tend to lose their novelty rather quickly. You have ten minutes, Mrs. Ryan. If you have not brought the girl to an authentic orgasm within ten minutes, she will be whipped for our pleasure. Is that clear?”
“But...I...she...,” Kathy began to protest, then catching herself she raised her head. “I understand,” she said. Swart released her. She turned to face Mary Margaret. The young girl’s eyes were wide with disbelief and fear. Without a word, Kathy got to her knees between Mary Margaret’s legs.
“Ten minutes!” Abul shouted.
Kathy ran her hands up over her sister-in-law’s hips. Then, leaning against her, she began to kiss, very gently, the pale pink nipples. They swelled under her mouth. She sucked one then the other. Her right hand felt along Mary Margaret’s inner thigh. She parted the labial lips and slid her fingers into the wet crease. She felt Mary Margaret shudder. She moved her head down, softly kissing Mary Margaret’s white belly and around the edges of the silky blush colored hair that only partially concealed the trembling girl’s pink slit. Mary Margaret whimpered behind the ball gag as she shook her head from side to side and drew back as far as she could against the chair.
“The little innocent is getting hot!” one of the women cried out.
“But let’s hope she doesn’t cum,” Zembouri said. “I would enjoy seeing Swart whip that sweet white ass.”
Mary Margaret strained against the bindings that spread her legs. Kathy parted the terrified girl’s vaginal lips and began to tease, with the tip of her tongue, the surprisingly large bright red clit that glistened with Mary Margaret’s secretions. Remembering the searing pain of the whip, Kathy thought to herself,
‘Please, please dear Mary Margaret, for your own good, please cum for me.’
“Only two minutes more!” Abul shouted.
Mary Margaret was breathing rapidly and now, instead of trying to pull away from Kathy’s mouth, was pushing her pelvis forward. Kathy licked up the flowing juices and, burying her head between the girl’s legs, sucked hard at the swollen clitoris, then released it and flicked it with the tip of her tongue before once more taking it between her lips and sucking. Then, pulling Mary Margaret’s hips forward, Kathy licked the tight puckered anus and along the crack until she again closed her mouth over the cherry red clitoris. Abul was about to announce that the ten minutes was up when Mary Margaret came with a thrashing orgasm that rocked the heavy chair and threatened to topple it over. Throwing her head back, she gasped and choked. Spittle ran from the corners of her mouth. Even after Kathy had moved back away from her, Mary Margaret continued to make low moaning sounds behind the gag and her body twitched spasmodically. “Thank God,” Kathy whispered.
“Come to the edge of the stage,” Abul ordered, “and remain on your knees.” As Kathy crawled forward, she was aware that the light behind her dimmed and went out, leaving Mary Margaret in darkness. When she had positioned herself as Abul had instructed, she bowed her head and waited. “Well, Mrs. Ryan,” he began, “you have succeeded in cheating us out of the pleasure of seeing your sister-in-law whipped. However, we are satisfied that the girl has considerable potential. How do you say it in America? She is hot, right? Do you think she is hot, Mrs. Ryan?”
“I…I don’t know,” Kathy said.
“We disagree. After what we just witnessed, you better than anyone here should be able to tell us if the girl has the kind of sensuality we require of our American whores. Does she or doesn’t she?”
Kathy could not answer immediately. She knew what Abul wanted her to say, but she was afraid to say it. “I suppose... I mean perhaps she might.”
“We don’t want to hear ‘suppose’ and ‘might’. You saw how quickly her nipples stiffened. You felt her pushing her cunt up into your mouth. Surely you were aware of how quickly she came to an orgasm and how violent an orgasm it was. I repeat my question. Does your husband’s beautiful young sister have the potential for the kind of sexual service we require of our American whores? Do you believe with some training she would be worthy enough to serve a man like me? We want a complete answer, Mrs. Ryan.”
“Yes. I think so.”
“A complete answer, Mrs. Ryan.”
“I think she has the kind of potential you require, the sexual potential you require of your American whores. With training she...she...might be worthy.”
“Are you one, Mrs. Ryan? One of our American whores.”
“Yes. I am one of your American whores.”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“Proud,” Kathy said, “I am proud to be Abul’s whore.”
“We are pleased to hear it. Now, Mrs. Ryan, we come to the moment of truth. Will you refresh our memories as to the purpose of your providing us with entertainment tonight? You can speak openly.”
Kathy’s throat was like dust. She swallowed several times before lifting her head to look out into the audience. “After my trial, it was to be decided whether I would serve out the year of my contract with you or with Mr. Satomi.”
“Is it safe to say, Mrs. Ryan, that if you were given a choice you would elect to serve Mr. Satomi?”
Kathy suspected Abul was trying to trick her. However, if she said she would rather serve him, Mr. Satomi might just give her to Abul. “Yes,” she replied, “if given a choice I would want to serve Mr. Satomi.”
“Then you shall.” She had expected Abul to be furious. He was strangely calm. “However,” he continued, smiling, “your decision creates a minor problem.” The lights behind her came up again. She turned to see Mary Margaret still bound, naked, to the chair. Kathy cried out when she noticed that Mary Margaret’s nipples had also been painted as hers had been. Mary Margaret held her head up and to the side. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Kathy spun back around to face Abul, her face red with anger, her eyes flashing.
Before she could shout at him, Madam Khe spoke, “Remember Kedad,” she said. In an instant, it all became clear to Kathy. They could not let Mary Margaret go. She had seen too much. She would never be released until they were certain she would not reveal what she knew. Kedad was killed within minutes of leaving the London Airport.
Abul glared at Madam Khe. He turned back to Kathy and waved his arm at Mary Margaret. “She doesn’t wear my badges as proudly as you do, Mrs. Ryan, but there is time, there is time. Now, to our dilemma. When I murdered your husband...” he paused. Behind them, they heard Mary Margaret make a groaning sound. Abul chuckled. “As I was saying, murdering your husband, who was also the young virgin’s beloved brother, put me at considerable risk. I was a foreigner in your country. Had I been caught, I surely would have been executed. Mr. Satomi appreciated my service. I also brought you here and have been responsible for your training. Your service to me tonight proves that you now know your place and your purpose in life. Remind us of what are they, Mrs. Ryan.”
“My place is on my knees before my Master. My purpose is to serve him in every way he wishes.”
“Good. Because of my own service to Mr. Satomi, he has promised me an American woman of my own.” He paused to look across at Satomi. Kathy, too, watched carefully as the Japanese nodded his head. “I have decided to marry the woman I am given.” He looked around at his guests who laughed with him. “It will be a ceremony much like those practiced in America, but, of course, will not require of me the legal or matrimonial obligations American men endure. I will own the woman. She will be my property. As part of the marriage celebration, she will service all of the wedding guests who want to have her. If that woman turns out to be you, we can arrange the wedding for next week.”
“But, you said...” Kathy began to protest.
“I said you have been permitted to choose.” Abul cut her off. “There are two American women here tonight. One for Mr. Satomi and one as his gift to me.” Kathy felt as if she might faint. “If,” Abul went on, “you should have a change of heart and wish to serve out your contract as my obedient wife, then Mr. Satomi will either take the young virgin for himself or he will send her back to London.” He paused waiting for Kathy to respond. She said nothing. “If it is still your desire to belong to Mr. Satomi, you will leave for Japan tomorrow. Your late husband’s young sister will be given to me. After she has undergone six weeks of training, much like your own, you and tonight’s guests will come back here for the wedding ceremony. I understand she was the maid of honor at your wedding. Is that correct?”
Kathy whispered, “Yes, she was.”
“Then, you will have the opportunity to return the favor. What is it to be? Tell us, Mrs. Ryan. Say either ‘I choose to be the wife of Abul’ or ‘I give my husband’s virgin sister to Abul and will be honored to take part in their wedding ceremony’.”
Behind Kathy, Mary Margaret twisted and turned causing the chair to scrape against the floor. Kathy could hear her trying to cry out behind the gag. She thought of Kedad’s death and knew that Satomi could not set Mary Margaret free, nor would he take her into his service as she was. Until she was trained, she would present a risk. If Kathy chose Abul, Satomi would have Mary Margaret killed. Looking squarely at Abul, she said in a steady voice, “I give my husband’s virgin sister to Abul and will be honored to take part in their wedding ceremony.”
Abul reacted to her decision as if he’d expected it. “Well, the young redhead lacks your experience, Mrs. Ryan, but she is quite young and a virgin. We all know how rare that is, especially among American girls. Her virginity will be saved until the wedding night, but her other orifices will be well used. Like you, Mrs. Ryan, she will, in a few weeks, kneel gratefully to kiss the feet of Abul. Like you, she will learn to wear his brown badges with pride. Soon that pretty mouth will be where yours was tonight. Is that what you foresee, Mrs. Ryan?”
“Yes, I expect it will be as you say.”
“In fact,” Abul continued, “I’m confident she will take much less time to train and that her devotion will surpass your own. She lacks your spirit. It will be interesting to watch how submissively she gives her precious maiden head to the man who murdered her brother.” Smiling, he looked to his right and left. The guests applauded politely. Turning back to Kathy he said, “Since the bride’s father will not be in attendance, I would like you, her maid of honor, to substitute for him. What is the role of the bride’s father in the American wedding ceremony?”
“He gives the bride to her new husband.”
“Will you do that service, Mrs. Ryan? Will you give your sister-in-law in marriage to your former Master, Abul?”
There was no question of refusal. “Yes,” Kathy said softly, “I will give Mary Margaret to you in marriage.” Again Mary Margaret twisted and turned so violently that Miko had to hold the chair.