The Facility (13 page)

Trembling, she placed the lighted candle on its plate under the ring. Then, lying down on the bench, she waited until they buckled all of the straps. The door opened and closed. The glass bowl was placed inside the ring. Kathy lowered her face into it. Mi Jong did not secure the rope that had held Kathy’s face tightly inside the rim of the bowl. The vapors had already begun to rise. Still, Miko had not activated the brushes. However, even without them, Kathy began to feel the first signs that an orgasm was starting to build. That had never happened before.

“Now, suck the cock, suck good, make love to it,” Miko said, watching her closely. “Open mouth, take in steam, fill lungs and breathe out slow.” The cock was only inches from Kathy’s face. She stared down at it. “Do what I say,” Miko ordered. Kathy parted her lips and breathed deeply, taking into her the stench and the taste of it. Then, she lowered her head and, parting her lips, sucked on the plastic cock. Miko let the brushes spin. She waited until she saw that Kathy was on the edge of an orgasm before she stopped them. Kathy struggled against the tight straps, crying out in despair.

Every day started like this. The make-up table, the lighted candle, the bench, the glass bowl, inhaling the foul odor, kissing, licking, and sucking the cock, hoping that this time Miko would let her cum. The need to orgasm became more intense and was with her constantly.

After her morning ritual on the bench, Kathy’s routine was always the same. The hours in the gym became increasingly strenuous. Kathy’s supple body responded. Her calf and thigh muscles hardened, her waist narrowed, her buttocks rounded and tightened, her breasts lifted and firmed. None of these changes were dramatic, but together they sculpted and strengthened what had already been a splendid body. She enjoyed the hard work, which not only improved her physical condition, it also helped her emotionally. For a little while, she was able to forget why she was here.

She also liked her dancing lessons. She moved fluidly and effortlessly. At the close of each dance hour, she was required to exercise and strengthen her vaginal and anal muscles. It was necessary, Miko informed her, to have complete control of these orifices. Dildos of varying lengths and thicknesses were inserted into her vagina and her anal opening. These were attached by wire to a machine with a metering device. As she applied pressure, the machine withdrew them. As long as she was able to retain them beyond a certain point, Miko would allow the brushes inside the clitoral cup to turn slowly. Soon, Kathy was able to squeeze her vaginal and anal muscles hard enough to hold the dildos in place until the meter needle reached its highest pressure point. “Do like that,” Miko said, “and you be able to make man cum by not moving at all, staying still like statue and just squeeze and relax. Men like.”

Kathy had always liked languages and, surprisingly, began to make excellent progress in Japanese as well as Italian. She’d studied French at the university, so now she spoke it fluently. She was the only person in all of these classes. Since she’d arrived, she’d been in contact with no one except her teachers, who were all older women. She had seen no one other than Miko, Mi Jong, her three teachers, several young servant girls, and an occasional male worker. She had not been summoned again by Madam Khe nor had she been required to appear before Abul.

After her long morning lessons, she was permitted to sleep or read for several hours in the late afternoon. Following her evening meal, she bathed and applied her make-up once more, expecting to be called to service Abul, one of his guests or Madam Khe. Instead, she was made to watch a variety of hardcore pornographic movies that usually focused on sadomasochistic scenes.

Since her last encounter with Abul, three weeks had passed in this way. Miko had not yet allowed her to have an orgasm. In fact, the brushes spun less often during the morning ritual but more and more she found that the ritual itself aroused her. Although the smell of Abul’s crotch remained with her long after the hateful bowl had been removed, she no longer felt nauseous, nor were the straps or collar rope necessary. She had begun to find some pleasure in sucking the cock and found herself wishing it were real.

She would be awakened by Miko and Mi Jong. They rubbed the lotion into her openings. She applied her own make-up, lit the candle, and placed it beneath the ring. Then, lying face down on the bench, she waited. When the bowl was delivered and placed inside the ring, she lowered her head and breathed deeply feeling the heat pulse between her legs and the warm oozing of her secretions. Her mouth filled with saliva and she began by kissing the cockhead then teasing it with a flicking of her tongue. Groaning, she took it into her mouth, forcing herself to take the full length of it. The connection between sucking and the turning brushes was direct.

Occasionally, Miko switched on the remote. The brushes whirred for a moment causing Kathy to whimper and grind the metal cap against the bench. Then Miko would tap her on the shoulder indicating that it was time for her enema. Gradually, the experience of Abul’s cock and scent was becoming fused with the experience of her own.

On the first evening of her fourth week, Miko informed her that she was to spend the night with Madam Khe. She was told once more how she was to greet Madam Khe and how she was to respond to her questions and her commands. Wearing only her collar and the silver chain, she was led to the quarters of Madam Khe. She approached the imperial Chinese woman , her head bowed. Then, dropping to her knees, she crawled forward and pressed her lips to Madam Khe’s bare toes.

“You have made progress in all things except the most important thing. Do you know what that is?” Madam Khe asked.

“I could not do what Abul ordered.” Kathy said quietly, the fear stirring in her stomach. “Kiss his feet, suck his cock, yes…but to lick his dirty ass, I cannot do that.”

“You can always do what your Master orders. It is never a matter of cannot. You can obey and you must. But you refused. In addition, you humiliated Abul. That, Mrs. Ryan, cannot be tolerated. The tape of your arrogant behavior has been sent to Mr. Satomi. He is both disappointed and angry. Unless you submit completely to Abul, Mr. Satomi threatens to give you to the Pakistani you despise so much. Under the terms of the contract you belong to Mr. Satomi. You are his possession. He can do with you what he wishes. Unless you want to become the permanent possession of your current Master, I suggest you learn humility and practice obedience.” When she finished, the tears were running down Kathy’s cheeks.

“But Abul...” she began to explain.

“Abul is a monster. He is, as you shouted at him, a bully. He’s dirty. He’s ignorant. He hates women, all women. He hates me. He believes with every bone in his ugly body that women are no better than cattle.”

“Isn’t that what all men from this part of the world believe?”

“No, many do, but certainly not all. Abul’s not even a Pakistani, although he calls himself one. He comes from a small mountain country north of here. He was a soldier in a rag-tag army. He has no religion, no conscience, and no morality. A filthy pig is how you described him and you are absolutely right. However, he is clever. Mr. Satomi appointed him as your training Master. You must obey him. Obey him in all things. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Madam Khe, I understand, but Miko says you are in control here. Can’t you...”

“Intervene on your behalf?” Madam Khe interrupted. “I could but I won’t. I have been charged by Mr. Satomi to deliver to him a modern concubine. A beautiful, intelligent, woman whose only desire is to give pleasure no matter what bizarre form that pleasure may take. Abul is here to break your spirit, to destroy your will. To that end, he is my most valuable tool. Before you leave here, he will have you doing unspeakable things. Your morning ritual these past weeks is just the beginning.”

“Begging your pardon, Madam, but might there be a point beyond which I simply cannot go?”

“No. If you continue to resist, I assure you that Mr. Satomi will hand you over to Abul. I know Abul wishes for that to happen.” She paused looking down at the woman who was kneeling before her.

“You are beautiful, Mrs. Ryan, even more so than when you came to us. You are desirable. In addition, you are cultured and intelligent. Finally, you are an American. Abul hates you for these reasons and for the way you continue to insult him. Nothing would please him more than to have you as his own for the next year. He would destroy you completely.”

“You are right, Madam. Twice now I have defied him.”

“Yes, you have. Of course, you must realize you are to be punished for your behavior.” Kathy nodded. “Mr. Satomi sent orders regarding one aspect of that punishment. Tomorrow Miko will carry out his orders and you will not resist or even complain.” She waited.

“I will not resist or complain,” Kathy said.

“The punishment has been arranged for tomorrow night.” Kathy flinched. “That’s why I had you brought here tonight. After tomorrow, it will be some time until you are able to pleasure me.”

“I...I...am to be whipped again?”

“Of course, Mrs. Ryan, your offense to your Master was quite a serious one. He is, as you know, unforgiving. I expect he has devised some rather severe penalties for you. The tape of your atonement will be sent to Mr. Satomi. I suggest you show Abul respect and demonstrate that you fully accept him as your Master or you might find that he becomes your Master for the full time of the contract. I don’t think you would survive that.”

“No, I would die.”

“Then obey, Mrs. Ryan, obey.” Madam Khe crossed to the bed, motioning for Kathy to follow. “Crawl,” she said. As the Chinese woman shrugged off her gown and lay back against the pillows, Kathy crawled to the bed and knelt beside it. “I want to see your breasts. Hold them out to me.” Kathy lifted her breasts and leaned against the bed. Madam Khe examined them closely. Immediately, Kathy’s nipples stiffened. “Ahh, yes, aroused so easily, Mrs. Ryan,” Madam Khe smiled. Kathy blushed. “Mr. Satomi was right,” Madam Khe continued. “You have exquisite nipples. The aureoles are smooth as satin and such a lovely pale pink. Your nipples are the same delicate shade, and they are unusually long, Mrs. Ryan.” Madam Khe extended her hands and with her pointed fingernails gently pulled at Kathy’s nipples. Kathy gasped and shuddered. “Such pretty pink nipples, swollen and protruding,” Madam Khe laughed.

Kathy felt a surge of heat travel from her breasts to her clitoris. Madam Khe patted the silk mattress, “Up here, Mrs. Ryan, between my legs.”

“Yes, Madam.” Kathy crawled up to kneel between the parted legs of the older woman.

“When you were last with Abul he wanted you to become some sort of animal, didn’t he?”

“Yes. He wanted me to be a dog.”

“But after a little while, you stopped pretending. You refused.”

“Yes, Madam Khe.”

“Tonight I would like you to be a little kitten. Are you going to refuse?”

“No, Madam,” Kathy bowed her head. “I will not refuse.”

“Good. Now, I want to feel that little kitten tongue making love to my cunt.” With the fingers of her right hand she separated the vaginal lips of her hairless pussy exposing the moist purple button of her clitoris. “Here little kitten,” she said, “is fresh cream for you to lap.” Kathy lowered her head to the glistening furrow and, parting her lips, gently began to lick.

Chapter Six – Compliance

Madam Khe did not ring for Miko to take Kathy back until the next morning. Mi Jong had made a substantial breakfast for her and had put a sedative in the tea that gave Kathy ten hours of dreamless sleep. She did not wake up until six in the evening. Immediately she felt between her legs and was disappointed to find that the cap was still there. It was several moments before she realized that she was to be taken again to the punishment room to appear before the vengeful Abul. She tried to push the cold fear out of her heart but could not. She remembered Madam Khe’s warning that failure to obey might result in her serving out the contract as Abul’s slave. She determined that she would accept whatever was demanded of her, at the same time she feared there were some things she simply could not do.

Mi Jong brought her a bowl of clear soup. “Must hurry,” she said. “We have only two hours to get you ready.” After the enema, she was given a hot bath and rubbed briskly with the white oil that gave her skin a pale sheen. Then, the stimulating lotion, which caused her to squirm and whimper.

“Miko, my God, it’s been weeks. You’ve been promising to let me orgasm. I need to cum, Miko, it’s driving me crazy, please Miko,” she begged.

“Tonight you will cum. Madam Khe has made arrangement.”

“When, how...?”

“No questions.” At the make-up table, they applied a heavy blue-black eye shadow and mascara, then accentuated the fullness of her lips with a fire red lipstick and spread over it an oily gloss. Mi Jong knelt to paint her toenails bright red and then she trimmed her fingernails before painting them with the same thick lacquer. Miko brushed Kathy’s jet-black hair until it shone.

When they were finished, Kathy started to stand. “No, not yet,” Miko pushed her back down. “Madam Khe told you that Mr. Satomi disappointed because you not obey Abul?”

“Yes, she said that he sent some suggestions about… about...”

“Not suggestions. Orders. Big difference.” Miko went to the cabinet and brought back a small glass container and two vials. She held the open container under Kathy’s nose. Kathy quickly turned her head away. “Recognize?” Miko asked.