The Facility Page 5

  Abul clapped his hands. “Do not crawl to us,” he shouted. “You are the lowest of the low. Come to us with your breasts and belly on the floor.” Miko pushed her around to face them. Except for her collar and the small stimulator cap, she was naked. She stretched out full length on the floor. The stones were cold and damp against her skin. She dragged herself toward them. “Mr. Narimov first,” Abul said.

  Slowly she pulled herself to the bare feet of the fat politician. She saw that his feet, like Abul’s, were dirty and damp with sweat. She raised her head and touched her closed lips to one, then the other. She turned toward Abul and inched forward until she was staring at his toes. The long ragged toenails were thick with grime. As she had with Narimov, she quickly touched her mouth to his right foot. Before she could move to the left, he stopped her. “Not good enough,” he said. “Wet your lips first. When you show me your respect, I want you to part your lips and kiss my foot until you count to ten. Also, American woman, I want to feel your hot tongue. Look up at me first, then do what you have been told.” Kathy lifted her head. She licked her swollen lips. He nodded. She lowered her mouth to his foot and parting her lips she pressed them against his foot. With her tongue, she tasted the sweat and filth.

  “Now the other one,” Abul said. “I want you to hold my foot in your hands. Only this time I want you to kiss my toes. I want to feel your tongue in the space between them. Look up at me.” Once more, Kathy lifted her head. “Wet,” Abul said. Kathy licked her lips. “It might help, Mrs. Ryan,” he said, “If you pretend you are kissing the mouth of your husband. Hold my foot like it was his handsome face. Kiss between my toes just as you use to kiss his lips, you understand...lovingly.” She clenched her fists. He saw in her eyes a flash of anger and hatred. He pointed to the floor.

  Bowing her head, she reached forward and with both hands held his foot. She leaned over it and, parting her lips slightly, she pressed them against the cleavage that separated his first and second toe. She pushed her tongue into the moist odious place between them. Again, she counted to ten as she tasted the sweat and filth of him. She could feel the gorge rise in her throat. “Good,” Abul said. He laughed and nudged Narimov. “Did you enjoy it, Mrs. Ryan? Did you imagine you were kissing your husband? Or perhaps, Mrs. Ryan, you found your lips on my toes and your tongue between them even more exciting than the mouth of your young American husband? Yes, Mrs. Ryan? I’m waiting for an answer.”

  She knew what he expected her to say. “Yes, it was more exciting.”

  “What was more exciting, Mrs. Ryan? You must learn to be more precise.”

  “Kissing your feet was more exciting,” she said.

  “Not good enough, Mrs. Ryan. Tell us, more exciting than what? And I think you did more than bestow a simple friendly kiss, yes? Get up on your knees. We like to see a rich American woman kneeling naked before us.” Kathy struggled to her knees, her head bowed. “Now answer and speak loud enough for us to hear.”

  “Kissing your toes as I would kiss the mouth of my husband when we were making love...” She stopped.

  “Go on,” Abul ordered.

  “Tasting you ... pushing my tongue down between your toes to taste you there was more exciting than making love to my husband.” Kissing his repulsive feet and being forced to say these words was worse, she thought, than the whip.

  Abul and Narimov laughed. Narimov clapped his host on the shoulder. “I think, old friend, that you and my dwarf’s whip have broken the American woman’s spirit.”

  “Not quite,” Abul replied, “but she is not the arrogant bitch she was an hour ago, are you, Mrs. Ryan?”

  “No.”

  “No what?”

  “No, Master.”

  “A few more questions for our amusement, then maybe we’ll let you go unless we decide to have you beaten again.”

  “Please, no more punishment.”

  “But, Mrs. Ryan, we all saw the way you aroused the dwarf by shaking your ass at him. We heard you beg for his whip. We watched you cum as he whipped you. Tell us the truth. Have you ever experienced an orgasm as powerful as the one we witnessed tonight?”

  “No, Master, never.” The knowledge that this was true terrified her.

  “We also heard you beg Swart to fuck your ass. Did you like it, Mrs. Ryan, did you like the dwarf’s long black cock up your ass?”

  She felt if she told them what they wanted to hear they would soon let her go. “Yes,” she said.

  “Not good enough!” Abul was becoming angry.

  “Yes, I liked his long black cock in my ass.”

  Abul looked across to Swart and gestured for him to come forward. The ugly dwarf dripped with sweat. His lopsided face twitched. Rheumy yellow matter oozed from his empty eye socket. His thick lips were flecked with spittle. He crossed to them, carrying the whip. His cock and testicles were still exposed.

  “Look at him, Mrs. Ryan, isn’t he a fine specimen of a man? Certainly, after what we saw tonight, he’s more of a man than your late husband was? Yes?”

  Kathy glanced up at the creature that was more beast than man. Quickly, she looked away. “Yes Master, Swart is more of a man than my husband was.”

  Smiling, Abul turned to Narimov, “They make a handsome couple, my friend, don’t you think?”

  “Ahh, yes,” Narimov nodded his head. “And it’s obvious that the American woman finds him both attractive and desirable. I wouldn’t be surprised to discover that she’s fallen in love with my faithful servant.”

  “We should encourage a union between them. Would you like that, Mrs. Ryan? Would you like our one-eyed friend here to take you as a lover?”

  She knew what they wanted her to say. Without looking up, she whispered, “Yes, I would like Swart to take me as his lover.”

  “Good, Mrs. Ryan, very good!” Abul exclaimed. “Imagine it, Narimov,” he said, poking his companion, “every night, after applying the riding crop to her white ass and breasts, he will shove his big black prick into her painted asshole while she fucks herself with the handle of his whip!” Both men laughed.

  “I would like to see that,” Narimov chuckled.

  “I’m sure Mrs. Ryan and her lover will be happy to perform for our amusement, won’t you, Mrs. Ryan?”

  Tears formed and ran down her cheeks before she answered. “Yes.”

  “You have been to college, Mrs. Ryan. Imagine you were to go to Swart’s room. There he is, naked, waiting for you. Tell us how you would make love to him. Perhaps, if we are satisfied with your description of how you would seduce your new lover, we will dismiss you.”

  Kathy wiped away her tears, taking a few moments to envision the kind of scene they wanted her to describe. She couldn’t bear to look at the dwarf or at Abul. She bowed her head. “No, no,” Abul chided. “Look up at us. We want to see the passion in your eyes when you speak your new lover’s name.” The men laughed. “Begin,” Abul ordered as Kathy raised her head.

  “I...I...would come to Swart...my lover, wearing something...something that revealed my body. I would have asked Miko and Mi Jong to rub me with perfumed oils and would have applied lipstick and eye make-up that I thought would please him.”

  Again the men laughed. “Making herself beautiful for the ugly retard!” Narimov joked. He leaned forward. “Remember,” he said, “Swart is your lover. You must speak to him affectionately. What would you say, Mrs. Ryan? What would you call him?”

  Kathy wanted this to be over more than anything. She ached everywhere and the burning pain of the whipping had not subsided. “I...I would say, ‘my ...my darling, I want to make love to you’. Then I would join him on the bed. I would undress slowly for him. I would say, ‘Let me love you’, and I would kiss him.”

  “Take his tongue?” Abul asked.

  “Yes, I would part my lips and take his tongue in my mouth.”

  “You would do things to Swart you never did for your husband?” Narimov wanted to know.

  “Yes, I would kiss Swart everywhere. Lick him. Suck
his penis. Hold his testicles in my mouth. I would lie on my back, spread my legs and beg him to please take me.”

  “And when my idiot dwarf was fucking you what would you say and do?” Narimov asked, grinning.

  “I would say, ‘Swart, I want your cock in me. I want it all the time’. I would wrap my legs around him and I would cum with a powerful orgasm, and he would cum inside me. And when he finished, I would lie beside him while he slept, hoping he would awaken and take me again. I would be ready whenever my new lover wanted me.” Kathy bowed her head again and was silent, hoping her story pleased them enough so that they would let her go.

  Narimov still wasn’t quite satisfied, “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan,” he began, “don’t you feel degraded kneeling here before us naked? We are Middle Eastern men and in your country we would be looked upon with suspicion and probably with hatred. We could never imagine being permitted to see the naked body of a wealthy young American woman. But here you are on your knees displaying for us your shaved cunt, your smooth white ass, and your bare nipples. We’ve seen you whipped. You’ve pressed your mouth to our feet. We’ve watched the black dwarf fuck your ass and saw you part your painted lips to take his cock. To demean yourself like this...doesn’t it make you feel cheap, Mrs. Ryan, feel dirty and ashamed...without self-respect?”

  Kathy’s shoulders slumped and she bowed her head still further. “I...I...don’t know how to answer,” she murmured.

  “Speak the truth,” Abul said sternly.

  She looked up, “Yes, you are right. I am terribly ashamed.” She paused and noticed Abul glance quickly at Swart’s whip and then at her. Quickly she straightened her back and raised her shoulders. “But...but...I am also pleased. I...I’m truly proud to be on my knees before you. I want to...to display my naked body for your pleasure. I am glad to belong to Master Abul...to be his woman.”

  Abul nodded. “I see you are tired,” he said. “Just a few more things and maybe we will send you back upstairs.” He pointed to Swart, “Crawl over to your lover, Mrs. Ryan. Kneel before him. Look up into his eyes.” Both men laughed. Although the dwarf only vaguely understood what they were talking about, he joined them. “Let him see by your expression that he has won your heart. Ask him, Mrs. Ryan, if he will have you as his lover. Ask him if he will share his small bed with you. Ask him if he will let you kiss his mouth, let you kiss him everywhere, and allow you to suck his prick. Ask him if he will please whip you every night and fuck your cunt and your ass. Do it, Mrs. Ryan.”

  Desperately hoping her trial was coming to an end, Kathy crawled to kneel in front of the dwarf. She forced herself to look up at his grotesque face. He grinned down at her, spit seeping from the left corner of his mouth. His cock had begun to stiffen. “Swart,” she began, trying to concentrate on a spot on the far wall, “I want to be your lover. I want to come to your bed at night. I will be beautiful for you. I would be grateful if you let me kiss your mouth and make love to you all night long. I would like to suck your prick. I would welcome the pain of your whip and would beg you to fuck my cunt and my ass.”

  Swart, instead of answering, uncoiled his whip and flicked it along her naked back and slowly pulled it up across her shoulders... At the same time Miko, who was watching from the shadows, touched the remote to remind Kathy that the dwarf’s lash and her orgasm were closely related. Kathy, feeling the whip on her back along with the stimulation of her clitoris, gasped and uttered a small cry. Abul was aware of what had happened.

  “I’m not sure your new lover understood exactly what you proposed,” he said. “But as you can see, his cock is hard again. And Mrs. Ryan, since you are so close to his crotch, we would like you to lift up that big prick you are so anxious to suck and look at his splendid testicles.” Tentatively, Kathy reached out to take his penis in her small hand and push it back. His testicles were huge and, like his cock, were crisscrossed with ugly raised scars. They glistened with sweat. “Since he hasn’t yet agreed to take you as his lover, we think you should try to convince him. Kiss his balls, Mrs. Ryan.”

  Holding his cock up against his stomach, Kathy leaned forward and touched her lips to his testicles. “Not good enough,” Abul said. “Cradle them in your other hand. Let him feel your tongue.” The smell of the dwarf’s crotch was nauseating. Her tiny hand trembled as she lifted his glistening testicles. This time Kathy parted her swollen lips and, as she pressed them to his testicles, she tasted him. The dwarf grunted and shook his massive head. “He is pleased, Mrs. Ryan. And it pleases Mr. Narimov and myself to see a rich American woman on her knees making love to the unwashed testicles of our mindless African dwarf.” Again the two men laughed.

  “Only a few minutes ago, he was cutting your ass with his whip. And now we see your soft lips and little pink tongue caressing his sweaty black balls. I wish your rich country club friends could see you at this moment. I wish the professors who gave you a fancy degree in fine arts could observe you here on your knees, pressing your lips to the stinking balls of our dwarf. Your grand house in America was not your place, Mrs. Ryan. This is your place, just as you are, on your knees before Swart. And he is your man... he is the man who can make you cum with his whip...Swart is your man. Am I not right, Mrs. Ryan?”

  Without turning to face him she answered. “Yes, Master, this is my place and this is... this is...the man...I...need.”

  “Yes, indeed,” Narimov chuckled, “do you like his huge black testicles, Mrs. Ryan? Do you like how heavy they are? How they smell? Their taste?”

  Without turning to look at Narimov, she answered, “Yes, I...I...do. I like how big his testicles are and I like their smell and...and...their taste.”

  “We’ve seen how affectionately you’ve kissed his balls, now before we dismiss you, we want you to ask us for permission to lick them, lick the sweat from them, lick them like you licked between my toes...lovingly, Mrs. Ryan,... lovingly. We want to see your tongue on them. This will be your way to thank him for the orgasm he gave you with his whip. Make love to his balls, Mrs. Ryan. Kiss them repeatedly, soft tender kisses. Lick them slowly. Lick beneath them. Hold them in your mouth. Gently suck on them. Prove to us, Mrs. Ryan, that you know your place and that you are truly grateful to the black dwarf. When we are convinced of that, we will give you permission to stop.”

  This was to be the last act of degradation before she could escape to her room. Kathy determined to hold on to that thought. She turned to face Abul and Narimov. “Please,” she said, “grant me permission to...to...to...lick the dwarf’s testicles.”

  “Not good enough,” Abul said.

  Kathy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Please grant me permission to show my gratitude to my...to my...new lover by licking him...licking his testicles.”

  “That was better. Now, let us see you do it,” Abul ordered.

  Turning back to the dwarf, she once more lifted his heavy balls in one hand as she bent her head over them. She kissed them for several minutes, then she licked them slowly until they were wet with her saliva. Swart closed his eyes and rocked back and forth making guttural sounds in his throat. She lifted his vile testicles and turned her head to kiss and lick beneath them. The fetid odor made her retch. She took as much of one testicle into her mouth as she could and gently sucked on it. With her tongue, she traced the scarred ridges. She slid her wet lips to the other testicle and sucked it into her mouth. She felt his cock grow harder and begin to throb in her hand. Abul kept her there for a long time. Finally he said, “Very good, Mrs. Ryan. Tell us, did you like servicing the dwarf with your mouth?”

  “Yes, I liked it...I liked servicing him with my mouth.”

  “Would you be pleased if I permitted you to become Swart’s lover?”

  She felt they were tiring of their game. It was almost over. “I would be pleased to become Swart’s lover.”

  “As you’ve discovered, he never bathes. Would you hold him in your arms and have him bite your titties? Would you kneel beside his filthy bed and suck his big black cock?
Would you beg him to whip you and to fuck your ass?”

  She was sure they had no intention of giving her to the dwarf. She only had to say the words. “Yes, I would...I would...hold him in my arms. I would suck his cock and beg him to whip me and to fuck my ass.”

  “I think he would make a fine replacement for your dead husband. What do you think?” She didn’t answer. “Speak up, Mrs. Ryan!” Abul shouted. “He’s a better lover than your husband, yes?”

  Thinking of Jeff caused the tears to well up quickly. She looked at Abul, “Yes, Swart is…is…a better lover than…my… my…husband.”

  “Good.” He stared at her. She lowered her eyes. “Finally, Mrs. Ryan,” he said, “tell us what you most enjoyed this evening.”

  Kathy thought for a minute, trying to determine what he wanted to hear, what would make him feel important in the eyes of his guest. She looked up at her two tormentors. “More than anything else, Master, it was the moment when you allowed me to press my lips to your toes and lick between them.”

  Narimov nodded his head. “It is a good answer, Abul. You should consider allowing her to service you in that way more often.”

  “Yes, that is how she will greet me from this day forward. Is that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

  “I will, Master.”

  “Swear to it and describe exactly how you will greet me.”

  “I promise, Master, from now on I will greet you by kneeling before you and bending to press my open mouth over the space that separates your first and second toe. I will count to ten while I lick between them.” Once more she felt the whirr of the brushes. Her nipples stiffened.

  “And if I now told Miko to allow you another orgasm?”

  “I would do whatever you wished.” The whirring continued. She felt another orgasm beginning to build.