Kathy had hated Abul with a hatred that frightened her. Now, she hated this skinny pimple-face pervert even more. He was weak and impotent and unimaginably cruel. She looked down at the floor.
Lord Hummel put his hand on Kathy’s waist and moved it along her hip and over her ass. His hand felt hot and she found herself wishing he would slide a finger into her slick cunt. “I think Frederick may be teasing you a bit, Mrs. Ryan,” he said.
“No!” Frederick shouted. “I intend to abuse and humiliate this woman in every way I can.” His voice was shrill. Spittle flew from his mouth. “When I’m through with her she won’t ever again be able to think of herself as the sophisticated, educated, wealthy, aristocratic Mrs. Ryan. Oh, no! She’ll see herself as something lower than the animals she services. She’ll regard herself as a dog and nothing more than that!” He stepped up close to Kathy, causing her to turn away from him, but he spun her around to face him, “And you’ll be proud of that, won’t you?”
Still looking down at the floor, she said, “Yes, Frederick, I’ll be proud of that.”
Gruber was aware of Frederick’s growing agitation and tried to calm him, “Of course, dear boy,” he smiled at his nephew, “it will be exactly as you wish it to be. But we must remember that Mrs. Ryan is just beginning her training. We need to proceed carefully one step at a time if we expect her to surrender her strong will and her free and independent spirit to us.” He stepped back to appraise Kathy. “Yes, this splendid young woman is a challenge. It will take time, but in the end she will be yours…yours and Negra’s.” He took a step closer to her and putting his hand under her chin, made her to look at him, “You are going to do that, aren’t you, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy tried to look away but his fingers tightened on her chin , forcing her to look into his pale blue eyes, “Please,” she began “don’t…I...need...need the brushes.” His eyes burned into her until that was all she could see, “Yes, Doctor,” she heard herself say, “in time…in time I expect I will become Frederick’s pet and…and Negra’s bitch.”
Lord Hummel had been watching them carefully. “Forgive me, Doctor Gruber, but might not the members of the Circle consider your control of her through the application of sexual stimulants no different than the use of other drugs and hypnosis? I don’t mean to question, but I’m afraid the members will insist that she make those choices freely.”
Gruber let go of Kathy and, frowning, turned to his guest, “It is, Lord Hummel, a matter of conditioning. Under the drugs and hypnosis, she was absolutely powerless. She was like a marionette and I held the strings. As you can see, that is not the case here. It’s true she will obey me because her need to orgasm is stronger than her moral reservations. Her need to cum is more powerful than the repulsion she feels. To some extent her will cannot exert itself because of her need. But, as you see, she is not a robot. Her expression is alive. She can think and feel. In the past she wasn’t able to remember what she’d done, at least not clearly. She still doesn’t remember. But from now on, she will remember. Tomorrow she will recall everything that happens here tonight. I’m confident that, in time, she will choose. Her decision to become what we wish will be a rational one freely made. I am making progress.”
“I understand she’s been wearing the metal boots which means she’s being hobbled,” Hummel said.
“Yes, her feet should be as we want them within, perhaps, two months,” Gruber answered. “She actually asked to wear them at night and have them tightened. Hobbling will not only shorten her tendons, it will force her to take smaller steps. She asked to be hobbled so that when she’s tempted to run away from us, she won’t be able to get very far. Isn’t that so, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy looked down at her feet recalling how a year ago wearing the spike heels was both uncomfortable and difficult. Now, she felt insecure without them. In two months she wouldn’t be able to walk unless she were wearing them. “Yes, Doctor Gruber is right. I know there will be times when I’ll wish with all my heart to escape. I’m sure I would try. I asked to wear the metal boots so that in a short while my heel tendons will shrink and make running impossible. I asked to be hobbled. I asked to be made unable to escape.”
Lord Hummel nodded but didn’t look entirely convinced. He turned toward Gruber. “Ah, Doctor, she is, as you say, an astonishingly beautiful woman and certainly the intellectual and social equal of any of us. But, I must confess, I’ve never met a woman with such a strong will and, I suspect, an acute moral conscience.”
Gruber smiled. “It is exactly that moral conscience you speak of that almost guarantees our success.” He turned Kathy to face him. “Isn’t it true, Mrs. Ryan, that you were brought up a very strict Catholic by your uncle who was a priest? Is it not also true that you’ve always felt somewhat responsible for the death of your parents who were killed in an auto accident?”
The burning in Kathy’s vagina increased. She wanted to get on with whatever they demanded. She desperately needed an orgasm. “Yes, Doctor what you say is true.”
“Is it not also true that you were either indirectly or directly responsible for a number of other deaths?” Before she could answer, he continued, “Indirectly responsible for the death of your husband. Directly responsible for the death of the imbecile you married shortly after your husband died. Indirectly responsible for two men who tried to rescue you from Abul. Directly responsible for Abul’s death. And just recently indirectly responsible for the sudden passing of the old sadist and his niece. That’s seven in all, not counting your parents.”
Kathy hung her head. Her answer was a whispered, “Yes.”
Gruber turned back to Lord Hummel. “It’s almost impossible to estimate the power of guilt, particularly if it’s applied early in life as it was in Mrs. Ryan’s case. Her need to be punished is more profound than even she suspects. It’s a part of who she is, a major part. Although she resists the humiliation and abuse she’s been subjected to, she also welcomes it. She, Lord Hummel, is a true penitent in the Medieval sense of the word.”
“Yes, I understand what you’re saying. Still, there’s her unbreakable spirit. She’s a very bright and very proud woman. To demean herself in the ways you wish does not seem likely.”
It occurred to Kathy they were speaking about her as if she weren’t in the room.
Gruber frowned, “If, Lord Hummel, we are patient and follow the plan I have devised, she will no longer see herself as she does now. The stimulants will eventually force her to give herself to Negra and then to the others. Beautifully made up but naked except for expensive stilettos, and expensive jewelry, she will crawl onto our stages as the willing bitch of whatever dog she’s to service.”
Lord Hummel nodded, “I’m ashamed to confess I’m getting another erection just by imagining it.”
Gruber continued, “In time, in a relatively short time I think, Mrs. Ryan will come to realize what she’s become. Now, she still sees herself as the rich, young, beautiful, highly intelligent and cultured woman she is. But before long she will know in her very soul what she has become. In addition, like her sister bitches, she will have learned to appreciate and desire this life we have afforded her. Nothing will satisfy her the way her new Masters do. She will have become, dear Hummel, something less than the animals she services. She will have become exactly what we want.” He turned to Kathy and leaned close to her, his pale blue eyes burning into hers, “What is it we want you to become, Mrs. Ryan?” He picked up the remote.
Kathy glanced at it and back at him, “I’ll become whatever pleases you, Doctor,” she said softly, pleading with her eyes.
Kathy glanced through the one-way glass into the room that contained Negra’s cage and saw a stooped figure there. Gruber noticed, “Ah, Mrs. Ryan, that is Pesko, Rudy Pesko. He’s Negra’s personal groomer. He sees to the animal’s food and water. He cleans the cage and washes and brushes and exercises Negra. When Negra was brought to us as a puppy, Pesko became his trainer. In the early stages, that meant using the whip, often severely. Negra no doubt hates his trainer, as you hate me, but he also respects him as you are learning to do. You have Rudy to thank for taking such excellent care of your new Master.”
Frederick giggled, “I think, Uncle, she should thank Pesko tonight after she’s whipped. I think we should all witness her gratitude.”
Hummel spoke up, “I usually enjoy such entertainments, but this Pesko person is a bit much even for my depraved taste. I mean to force the lovely Mrs. Ryan to service such a vicious, ugly, somewhat demented creature is…is….”
Gruber interrupted. “Contrasts, Lord Hummel, dramatic contrasts are what’s wanted. I think it only right that after thanking him here, we permit Mrs. Ryan to continue to show Pesko her appreciation in the privacy of his little room. Perhaps she should spend the night in his bed.”
Kathy faced them her eyes wide with anger, “You don’t mean…” she began.
“Yes, Mrs. Ryan, that’s exactly what I mean. I’ve already promised you to Pesko. You will have two very different roles to perform here. You will be Frederick’s adoring woman, his lovely, intelligent, sophisticated companion and hostess. But in your role as Negra’s bitch, you will also obey Pesko and from time to time go to him for a night of obedience training.”
“No!” Kathy exclaimed.
Gruber ignored her, “The other women in your position are permitted to stand when they are alone with the dog groomers, but we’ve decided that you are to kneel and crawl when you are with Rudy. We’ve informed him of this.”
“Absolutely not!” Kathy shouted.
Gruber stared at her for a moment, “Let me tell you about Pesko. He is filthy. He never bathes. His breath stinks. His teeth are rotten. His clothes smell. His fingernails and toenails are long and crusty. Sometimes we allow him to get drunk. He has a temper, which he takes out on everyone beneath his station. You are beneath his station, Mrs. Ryan. We’ve told him that. He’s mean and when he’s drunk, perhaps even sadistic. He is, as you will see, a very ugly man.” He paused still looking hard at her. “Tonight he will want you to suck his prick and fuck your ass. Now, I wish for you to request permission to give yourself to him. I want you to agree to be his occasional lover. I want you to promise to crawl and kneel when you are with him.”
Lord Hummel frowned, “I say, Doctor Gruber, isn’t that taking things much too far? The man could seriously damage such a valuable property.”
“We’ve considered that and warned Rudy.”
Kathy felt the tears well up. She shook her head violently. “No, I won’t go to him tonight, not ever!” Gruber let the brushes turn until she felt an explosive orgasm building. She groaned and held onto the wall for support. Gruber stopped the brushes. Her legs were trembling and her breath came in short gasps.
“Do you really mean what you just said?” Gruber asked. Kathy remained silent. Gruber let the brushes spin faster but only for a moment. Kathy slumped to her knees, her head bowed. Her vagina was on fire. Electric impulses seemed to flow into her clitoris. Her mouth filled with saliva. She could feel the heat in her rectal passage.
“Oh God! Please, Doctor Gruber,” she whispered.
He let the brushes spin again until she was writhing on the floor at their feet. He stopped them and held up the remote. “Ask for permission, Mrs. Ryan.”
“Please,” Kathy began, “let this…this…person…”
“Master Pesko,” Gruber corrected her.
“Please let…let…me give myself to...to...Master Pesko.”
“You will suck his cock and let him fuck your ass. You will always crawl to him and kneel before him. Whenever we order you to go to him, you will prepare yourself as if going to a lover. You will not complain when he beats you. Let us hear it, Mrs. Ryan.”
Kathy lay on the floor looking up at them, her cheeks wet with tears. She summoned all her strength to defy them, but Gruber leaned down holding the remote close to her face. “Imagine how they will feel, Mrs. Ryan,” he said softly, “take a moment to imagine.”
Kathy struggled to her knees. “Yes…yes...Doctor. Oh, please. Yes, I’ll suck his cock. I’ll ask him to fuck my ass. When you send me to him, I’ll make myself beautiful. I’ll crawl to him. I’ll kneel before him. I’ll give myself to him in whatever ways he wishes. I’ll not complain when he abuses me, only please…please…”
Gruber smiled and pressed the remote. Watching carefully he didn’t shut it off until Kathy was about to climax. She collapsed once more at their feet, sobbing. They waited until she had gained control. Frederick nudged her with the point of his shoe. “Stand up, bitch. Old Pesko knows he’s not to fuck your cunt, but in your present state maybe he’ll make you cum when he fucks your ass.” He and his uncle laughed.
Gruber tapped on the window signaling to the groom. Then he turned to Kathy, “Well?” he said.
Kathy got down on her knees. The door swung open and the most revolting human being Kathy had ever seen lurched into the room. Kathy started to move back. Gruber pointed at her. “Kneel before Master Pesko,” he said. “Look up at him and tell him what you are.” Kathy got to her knees.
The groom was stoop shouldered and thin but wiry. They seemed to burn with animal lust as he peered down at her. His thin spittle flecked lips stretched in a wide grin. His hollow cheeks were covered with a stubble of gray beard.
Kathy bowed her head, “I…I’m Katherine Ryan,” she whispered.
“Wrong!” Frederick yelled. “When you are with the Pesko you are his bitch. We told him he is to have a bitch that he will share with Negra. That’s what you are. Now, tell him.”