Sheila put a cigarette between her lips. As soon as Kathy lit it, Sheila crushed it out in the ashtray. The people close to them were still watching. Sheila put the still full pack of cigarettes in her purse. “I’m almost out of cigarettes.” She nudged Kathy, “Go back to the bar and fetch me a pack.” Her grip tightened on Kathy’s wrist. She mouthed the words, “And this time run.” Kathy stood again and moving as fast as the five-inch heels and tight skirt would allow, hurried to the bar and hurried back with the cigarettes. Even at the distant tables, Kathy’s friends began to whisper among themselves. Kathy put the pack beside Sheila’s plate. Sheila tapped it with a long fingernail, “Open it, and put a cigarette between my lips, and light it…lovingly little pet.” She smiled.
Kathy fumbled with the pack, extracted a cigarette, and placed it between Sheila’s lips. She noticed that more of the guests had turned in their direction. She flicked the lighter and held it to Sheila’s cigarette. Again, Sheila took a single drag, blew the smoke in a long stream, then ground the cigarette out.
Enjoying the attention, Sheila grinned. She turned to Kathy once more, “Did your husband ever lick your asshole, Mrs. Ryan?” The question caught Kathy unaware. Beside her, Ruben laughed out loud.
Kathy hung her head and whispered, “My God, no…how could you…”
Sheila cut her off, “I plan to let it be known he used to beg to lick mine.”
The rage boiled up in Kathy. She wanted to put her hands around Sheila’s scrawny neck and squeeze until the skinny bitch was dead. Ruben sensed that her anger was about to explode. He grabbed her arm forcefully and turned her to face him. His eyes were hard. He spoke quietly but with authority, “Remember the rats, Mrs. Ryan.” He saw the fear in Kathy’s face. “Now, take Sheila’s hand and bring it to your lips. Look at her and tell her that tonight you will be on your knees begging her for any favors she wishes to bestow on you, including the one she just mentioned.” Before Kathy could protest, his fingernails dug into her skin, “Do it,” he said.
Obediently, Kathy turned toward Sheila. She kissed Sheila’s hand and then looked down at her plate, “Tonight, I’ll be on my knees before you. I…I’ll beg you to let me please you in any way you wish,” she whispered.
“Even that?” Sheila smirked.
“Yes, even that,” Kathy said.
Sheila laughed delightedly, “Oh uncle will enjoy seeing that. He’ll love seeing the beautiful Mrs. Ryan on her knees, spreading my ass cheeks, and licking me there with her sweet little tongue.” She leaned across toward Ruben, “Won’t watching Mrs. Ryan serve your niece in that way please you, Uncle?”
Ruben smiled at her, “Indeed it will, my dear, indeed it will. I think we should include such service as one of Mrs. Ryan’s daily duties.”
They finished the meal in silence. After the plates were cleared away, a dance band assembled on the small stage. The band began with a slow dance tune. Ruben pulled Kathy to her feet and led her to the dance floor. They made a grotesque looking couple; the ugly, fat, old man pressing the young and beautiful Kathy tightly to him, his arms wrapped around her waist. He whispered harshly to her, “Put your cheek on my chest. Grind your pussy into me. Keep it there and rub it against my prick.”
He smelled strongly of perspiration. Even his suit coat was damp. Despising him and herself, she did as he ordered. Other couples looked at them and then looked away. None of her friends acknowledged her. She felt Ruben’s hands slide from her waist to her ass. He moved his hands over her ass cheeks and then pulled her tighter into him. She could feel his cock beginning to swell. “Rub your cunt against it,” he said. They were hardly dancing, just swaying while he pressed his cock into her. She tried desperately to resist becoming aroused. But her training at the Facility forced her to respond automatically.
However, she knew it wasn’t only the training. Memories of the distant past drifted into her consciousness: visions of herself as an adolescent looking fearfully at the ugly, fat, old Simon Ruben as he lounged beside the county club pool; those moments when she was a teenager and they would pass each other in the village. His eyes bored into her, undressing her. She remembered how her heart would beat faster and how she would blush and feel the heat flow downward. She remembered how if she saw him on the other side of the street she would feel compelled to cross so that they would pass each other. She thought of how much he reminded her now of Ezra Stein. Her face was flushed. She felt her nipples stiffen and knew that her pussy was very wet. Ruben smiled, sensing the change. “You’re getting excited, aren’t you, Mrs. Ryan?”
“I don’t want to, but…yes, I can’t…”
“Put your arms around my neck. Look up at me and keep grinding your cunt against my prick.” As Kathy reached up to clasp her hands behind his thick neck, her nipples, through the transparent blouse, rubbed against this damp shirt. He squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer. Through her short skirt, she could feel the hardness and the heat of his cock. Ruben licked his pendulous lips and stared down at her, “A year ago, Mrs. Ryan, on this very dance floor, I touched your breast and you made a fool out of me. You and your husband later tried to destroy me.” He still held her tight but moved his hands over her ass. “Now, Mrs. Ryan, I’m fondling your ass before all of your friends and they’re looking at us. Your tits are pressed tight against me. You’re hot, Mrs. Ryan.” His face was now only inches from hers. “What do you want, Mrs. Ryan, tell me what you want?”
Aware that many of the couples on the dance floor had stopped dancing and were standing in place staring at them, Kathy tried to pull away, but Ruben gripped her ass tighter. His face was closer now, his beady pig eyes burning into hers.
“Say it,” he demanded, “say what you want. He ground his cock against her.
She caught her breath, “Kiss me,” she said. “I want you to kiss me.”
She stood on her tiptoes and, tilting her head, she parted her lips for him and took his tongue into her mouth. The kiss lasted a long time. When it was over, he slid his hands along her body until he cupped her breasts. Her fingers were still locked behind his neck. The couples on the dance floor hadn’t moved. Those at the tables were also staring.
Deliberately, Ruben twisted each of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She continued to look up at him. She hated him beyond imagining but at the same time there was this fierce need, this unmistakable but insane desire that left her weak and submissive. He toyed with her nipples and said in a voice loud enough for almost everyone to hear, “Who’s lover are you, Mrs. Ryan?”
She answered without a moment’s hesitation, “Yours,” she said softly. “I’m your lover, Simon.”
Ruben looked around at the guests. Some appeared to be sad but most were angry. He smiled and nodded at them. In a loud voice he announced, “As you no doubt remember, last year your young friend here betrayed me. And in doing so, betrayed you as well. As many of you know by now, her husband seduced my niece when she was only seventeen. Last year he and Mrs. Ryan slandered poor Sheila and tried to ruin me.” He moved his arm around Kathy’s waist and whispered, “Look up.” She lifted her head and looked out at her friends who were all standing now. Ruben pulled her closer to him and continued, “Recently, Mrs. Ryan did the right thing. She came to me and Sheila and confessed. She showed us letters her husband had written to my niece, love letters. There are also photographs of them together at places he took her to on weekends.” He looked at Kathy, “Isn’t that true, Mrs. Ryan?” His arm tightened around her waist.
Staring out at the faces of her dearest friends, she nodded, “What Mr. Ruben has said is the truth. He and his niece have been kind enough to accept my apologies and even kinder to forgive me.”
Ruben smiled, “As you’ve may have observed this evening, Mrs. Ryan and I have become attracted to one another.” He paused and winked, “I might even say intimately attracted.” Kathy felt her face flush with embarrassment. “In fact,” Ruben went on, “although I haven’t asked her yet, I will do so her
e in this public place.” He turned Kathy to face him. “Mrs. Ryan it would please me if tomorrow you were to come to my house to stay with me and Sheila. Will you do that?” He placed his hand under her chin, tilting her head up so that she had to look directly at him.
To refuse would mean the rats and even worse. “Yes, Simon.” His fingers tightened on her chin. Quickly she repeated, “Yes, yes, of course, Simon, I…I….would like that. I’ll be honored to stay with you and Miss Sheila.”
Half mocking, he asked, “Let me ask you, Mrs. Ryan, even though we won’t be married, am I to have all the rights and privileges of a husband?”
Kathy’s legs were trembling. She might have run through the gathering and out into the night but was afraid she couldn’t. Looking up at him she said, “Yes…yes, certainly, you will have them…I mean the rights and privileges of a husband.”
Her friends began to murmur and drift away. She heard words like: “disgusting,” “unbelievable,” “she looks like a slut,” “how could she,” and the most cutting of all “Jeff Ryan a child molester.” As the tears filled her eyes, Ruben turned her away from the departing guests and they returned to their table where Sheila sat grinning.
When the room had cleared the three of them went to their limousine. Kathy was surprised when Ruben directed the driver to take them back to her house. He explained, “After you have serviced Sheila and me tonight, I want you to pack whatever you wish to bring. I’ll send a car for you in the morning.”
Chapter Five
Once more, she sat in the back of the limousine facing them. Sheila reached across and tapped Kathy’s knee. “Pull your skirt up around your waist and spread your legs as wide as you can.” When Kathy had done what the younger woman demanded, Sheila giggled, “Look, Uncle, my little pet’s pretty pink cunt is all juicy. I bet she can’t wait to take your cock in her mouth.” She leaned forward, “Is the thought of sucking Uncle’s cock making your cunt wet?”
Kathy’s hands gripped the seat until her knuckles whitened. But Sheila’s words sent the familiar flow of arousal down to her vagina. Without meaning to, she licked her lips and, seeing they had noticed, she silently cursed herself. “Yes…I…I’m anxious to…to…” She didn’t finish.
Ruben frowned. “You’re anxious to get on your knees and beg to suck me off and drink my cum. You love Simon Ruben’s big prick. Say it!”
She looked down at the floor. “I’m anxious to kneel before you and beg you to let me suck you…suck your cock.” She glanced up fearfully then lowered her eyes. She continued in a rasping whisper, “I love…I love your…your prick. I want…I want…to drink your cum.”
“That’s better,” he said. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, a year ago were you not the leader of the rich, young, sophisticated set in our community? Were not you and your husband considered the ideal couple?”
Kathy shook her head, “Yes, that’s true. We were.”
“And at that time would you not quickly turn away if you caught me looking in your direction?”
She glanced up at him then lowered her eyes, “I suppose so,” she said softly.
“But now the young, rich, and beautiful Mrs. Ryan sits across from old Simon Ruben dressed like a slut. She has her legs spread and is showing him her pink, moist cunt. Look up and tell me what you’ve recently discovered about old Simon Ruben that causes you to behave in such a lascivious way in his presence.”
Kathy waited trying to imagine what answer would please him. She raised her head meeting his hard gaze, “I’ve learned that my past life was a pretense, meaningless, and trivial. I should have realized then what a powerful and commanding man you are. I should have been honored by your attention. I should have welcomed your touch.” She looked aside for a moment wonder if she should continue. Ruben seemed to be waiting. She turned back to him, “I...I think now, under the right conditions, I would have…would have welcomed your touch.” She paused and bowed her head. She spoke softly, “There has always been…I mean I have always felt…” She couldn’t finish.
“You have always felt a strange attraction to me. I know that. I’ve known it since you were little more than a child. I used to think of you as my Lolita in waiting.”
He grinned, mocking her, “If you’d realized as a newly married women what you know now about me would you have betrayed your husband to come to my bed?”
Kathy swallowed but continued to look directly at him. “Yes, I would have. I would have come to you.” She glanced out the window, then looked back at him. “I wish now that you had found a way to have taken me then. I wish you had forced me to become your woman.” She paused and found herself speaking before she could think what she was saying, “You are right about the attraction. When I was quite young…I…I felt…sometimes when you looked at me I felt…different.”
“You felt your perky little nipples stiffen and your adolescent pussy tingle?” He chuckled.
Kathy frowned, sorry she had spoken, wishing the memory hadn’t suddenly popped up in her head, “Yes, I suppose. It must have been something like that.”
Ruben placed his fat hand over his crotch, “And my cock, Mrs. Ryan, you’ve seen it and tasted it. Do you think I have a beautiful cock. You can speak freely.”
“No, not beautiful. It’s different…ugly and slightly deformed but in a way that excites me. It’s long and thicker than any cock I’ve ever seen. I know I will quickly learn to love sucking your cock, Simon.”
Ruben smiled, “Yes, I’m going to see that you do, every day and night. Each time, naked on your knees, you will begin by kissing my pee hole as you would kiss a lover.” He grinned across at her, “They will be tender, lingering tongue kisses. You will prove over and over that you mean what you just said. You will show me and others that you worship my cock.”
Sitting across from Kathy, Sheila crossed her legs and applied a fresh coat of lipstick. Kathy, trying to avoid looking at her lowered her eyes. Sheila’s narrow foot jiggled up and down. The stiletto sandals exposed her long toes and red polished nails. Sheila scowled at Kathy. She nudged her uncle. “Look at her,” she whined, “she’s staring at my feet.” Kathy looked up quickly. Sheila continued, “I think she wants to get on her knees and kiss them.”
Ruben nodded, “Yes, of course, she does. I’m sure she’ll be grateful for the privilege.”
Kathy began to protest, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just that…”
“Kiss my feet, Mrs. Ryan,” Sheila said.
For an instant, anger flashed in Kathy’s eyes, but she got to her knees and touched her lips to Sheila’s bare toes. She started to rise when Ruben said, “Gratitude, Mrs. Ryan, gratitude.”
Kneeling before them, Kathy bowed her head, “Thank you, Miss Sheila.”
“For what?” Sheila sneered.
“For permitting me to kiss your feet.”
“Get used to it. Soon you’ll be giving me pedicures.” She giggled, “Maybe I’ll permit you to suck my toes. Would you like that, little pet? Would you like to suck Miss Sheila’s pretty toes? Suck each one of them for a very long time?”
Not looking up, Kathy nodded, “Yes, Miss Sheila, I’d like that.”
Sheila reached for her purse and retrieved a tube of KY jelly. She handed it to Kathy, “While you’re down there, turn around and show me how you prepare yourself to receive my dear uncle.”
Kathy looked at Ruben. “Do it,” he said. Crimson with embarrassment, Kathy turned and pulled her short skirt up over her hips. In the way she’d been trained, she separated her ass cheeks with the fingers of one hand and, with the other hand, inserted the nozzle of the KY tube into her anal opening. She squeezed gently, then spread the excess jelly over her pink puckered hole.
“It appears you’ve done that before,” Sheila said. “Explain to me why you are doing such a disgusting thing right here in our nice limousine.”
Kathy turned back to face her tormentor. “So that it will be easier, Miss Sheila, for your uncle to…to…take me there.”
“While my uncle fucks your ass what will you be doing for me?”
“I...I’ll try to give you pleasure.”
Sheila glared down at her, “You’ll lick my sweet cunt until I cum. Say it!”
Kathy bowed her head, “Yes, Miss Sheila, I’ll lick your sweet cunt until you cum.”
They kept Kathy on her knees until the limousine stopped in her driveway. The driver was told to wait. Inside the house, Ruben smiled, “This is the first time you’ve invited me to your home, Mrs. Ryan, although I dare say you thought about doing that in the past while your husband was out of town, yes?”
Kathy knew how she must answer. “It’s true, Master Ruben. I thought about what it would be like to have you here. I imagined the things you would require of me.”
“And that made you hot, didn’t it?”
“Yes, imagining it made me hot.”
“You need what only a man like me can give you, isn’t that correct?”
“Yes, I need what you give me.”
“Thinking about the things I will require you to do is making you hot now, isn’t it?”
Kathy’s cheeks reddened, “Yes, it’s making me hot now.” They knew she wasn’t lying. Still, the sight of Ruben and his skinny niece in her living room sickened her. She frowned and turned her back, ignoring both of them.
Ruben’s face reddened in anger. From his pocket he took a small cell phone and quickly punched in some numbers. Kathy watched. Sheila smiled to herself and sat down in the big leather chair. “Madam Khe,” Rubin said. Kathy’s heart sank. Ruben stared hard at her, then began to speak into the phone, “The bitch is not as responsive as I was led to believe she would be.” He waited and nodded. After a minute, he handed the phone to Kathy.
She almost collapsed when the voice on the line was her sister-in-law’s, Mary Margaret. The girl was sobbing, her words coming in breathless gasps, “Oh God, Kathy, I’m begging you, do whatever they say, please, Kathy, please!” she cried.
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