Still sobbing, Kathy tried not to hear him. When she quieted, he ordered her back to the chair. She kept her eyes lowered. Frederick returned to stand next to his uncle.
“Well,” Gruber began, “we’ve had a rather productive session.” He spoke to Frederick, ignoring Kathy whose body continued to tremble. “Mrs. Ryan has been begging and crawling and swallowing all without chemical or psychological persuasion. More importantly, she’s requested that we begin her training immediately as she’s most anxious to pursue her new profession.” He turned toward Kathy. “Perhaps you’ll be good enough to tell us again the title you seek. What is it you said you wish to become, Mrs. Ryan?”
“I…I…didn’t mean it,” Kathy stammered. “I take it back. I won’t do it, not ever.”
“But I think you will,” Gruber said evenly. “In fact, your training begins tomorrow, just as you requested.”
“No,” Kathy said softly. She bowed her head.
Suddenly Gruber raised his voice and shouted, “Look at me!” Frightened, Kathy lifted her head. She had never heard him shout before. His pale blue eyes held hers until she had to turn away. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. “Stand up and come to us.” Gruber said. Unsteadily, Kathy got to her feet and crossed to stand before them. Gruber held his hand up to her chin. “Kiss it,” he said. Kathy touched her lips to the back of his hand. “Now, Frederick,” he ordered.
“I want to feel your tongue,” Frederick said. She parted her lips and as she pressed them to his hand she tasted him. “Kneel,” Frederick commanded. She got to her knees before them.
“Tell us, Mrs. Ryan, do you like your metal shoes,” Gruber asked, smiling now.
“No. They are painful. They will cripple me.”
“Oh, cripple is too strong a word. I’m sure in a very short time you will move even more gracefully than you do now, but only in the kind of shoes you’re wearing. We intend not to cripple but only to hobble you, Mrs. Ryan.” He reached down and put his hand under her chin forcing her to look up into his eyes. “Will you help us to do that? Will you help us to hobble your lovely feet? Will you help us to make it impossible for you to ever run away from us again?”
Kathy sensed the room closing in on her. It had become suddenly cold and she felt herself shivering. She saw nothing but the pale blue of Gruber’s eyes. “Yes, I want it to be done soon. Make the screws tighter. Make me wear the metal boots longer each night.” The old familiar sinking feeling seemed to flow warmly downward driving out the chill. “I...I’ll do whatever I can to help you to hobble my feet. I’ll do whatever I can to make it impossible for me to run away again no matter how much I might wish to.”
Gruber let go of her. She bowed her head and whispered, “I want you to do that…hobble me.”
Gruber patted her head then he rang the silver bell. Mrs. Foster appeared immediately. In a few minutes, Kathy was back in her room. “Undress,” Mrs. Foster said. Kathy removed her dress and lay down on the bed in a fetal position wearing only the red “fuck-me” heels. “Nora will bring your dinner and later the boots. You won’t give us any trouble about them tonight, is that correct?”
“No, Mrs. Foster, I won’t give you any trouble tonight,” she said.
Several hours later, Nora and Mona arrived with her dinner and the metal boots. While Kathy ate sitting up in bed, Mona once more massaged her feet, this time with a soothing lotion. “Give pedicure tomorrow,” she said.
Nora handed Kathy a loose-leaf binder labeled “Negra”. Doctor say you are to read and remember before going to sleep.”
‘So,’ Kathy thought, ‘the training begins. I’ll read it and play along, but at the first opportunity I’ll either escape or kill the two of them.’
Mona slid Kathy’s feet into the boots. “Doctor say you want screws to be tighter. Better give shot first.” Nora injected Kathy’s arm with the solution to ease the pain. It included an even stronger proportion of sexual stimulant that would not take affect for twelve more hours. As the woman tightened the screws that severely arched Kathy’s feet, the initial pain was almost more than she could stand. Gradually, her feet adjusted to the distorted shape the boots forced them to take. Soon, the pain solution took effect and she was able to breathe easier. Nora and Mona stood back, looking down at her. Nora nudged her companion, “Hobble supposed to be two months. I think this will take maybe only one.”
“Yeah,” Mona said, “make very very tight, wear many hours. She be done in half the time.”
When they were gone, Kathy cried until she fell asleep. She didn’t open the binder labeled “Negra”.
Chapter Twelve
When Kathy awakened, she felt as if her feet were encased in cement. Looking down she saw the horrible metal boots. However there was no pain, just the weight. She wiggled her toes. The ingenious devices were certain to hobble her. She wouldn’t be able to walk except in five-inch heels. Clearly no one could run very far or fast in stilettos. She had to escape before the boots at night and the high heels during the day shortened her tendons. The alternative to escaping would be to find a way to get rid of Gruber and Frederick.
She noticed the book about Negra on the bed beside her and smiled, glad that she had defied them by not reading it. She remembered that Gruber had said she would begin her training today. Good God, yesterday her intense desire to cum caused her to say and do unspeakable things. She determined that she would not give in today no matter how much of the Doctor’s stimulants were in the painkiller she’d been given. She was Katherine Ryan. She’d endured unimaginable abuse at the Facility and managed to outwit and eliminate the hated Abul. She determined that she would never become what Gruber wanted as long as he didn’t inject her with drugs and control her through hypnotism and the bells. She knew he wasn’t likely to use those means because the members of his idiotic Inner Circle insisted their subjects had to be more or less free to make choices. She had to control her need to cum which was highly intensified by Gruber’s salves and drugs.
The door opened to admit Nora and Mona. While Nora removed the boots Kathy ate from the breakfast tray Mona placed on her lap. Then both women massaged her feet. Mona gave her a pedicure, painting her toenails bright red. She undressed and slipped her feet into the high- heeled sandals she would wear in the shower. After her shower the two women rubbed her with the familiar scented oil.
On the bed was a black pin-striped suit, a shear white nylon blouse, and patent leather five inch pumps. It appeared she was to have another interview with the mad doctor. While she applied her makeup, Nora brushed her hair.
Ten minutes later she was seated on the plain wooden chair facing Gruber across his ebony desk. She tried to avoid looking into his pale blue eyes. He appraised her carefully, drumming his long white fingers on the desktop. “I must say,” he began, “you look well rested, Mrs. Ryan. Did you have a good sleep? I take it the boots didn’t trouble you?”
“I did sleep well, doctor. After the injection I felt no pain from the boots.”
“And the book about Negra’s preferences. How did you find it?”
“I didn’t read the book. I didn’t even open it,” Kathy smiled at him.
“Well then, as you must certainly know from your stay at the Facility, what one does or fails to do always has consequences. Your blatant disregard of my orders will result in consequences you may find harsh.” Kathy was about to speak, but he held up his hand silencing her. “We’ll deal with that later, shall we.” He leaned back and closed his eyes, “I’ve arranged for you to visit Negra this afternoon,” he said.
“I don’t want to visit Negra,” Kathy responded firmly. “I want nothing to do with him or any of the other dogs. I’m saying ‘NO’ to the insane perversions you want me to engage in.”
Startled, Gruber sat up staring at her.
Before he could speak, Kathy continued, “I’m a woman, an American woman, highly educated, wealthy, articulate, strong willed and independent. Women don’t copulate with dogs unless those women are
terribly destitute or terribly retarded. As you well know, I am neither. Whatever I may have said yesterday was said under duress.” Gruber opened a drawer of his desk and placed the remote on the desktop. Kathy glanced at it and felt the hot draining rush down to her crotch. But looking up at Gruber she smiled, “Not this time, Doctor. Unless you drug me and hypnotize me as you did before…unless you turn me into a mindless robot which, as you surely realize, the precious members of your stupid Inner Circle won’t accept, I’ll wear the boots and these ridiculous heels, but I won’t even pet one of your damn dogs!”
Gruber’s eyes narrowed, “And Frederick?” he asked.
“I hate that crazy, skinny, pimple faced, impotent, obscenity. He’s a coward not worthy of being called a man.” She threw up her hands in disgust, her eyes flashing angrily, “You had the audacity to suggest that one day I’d kneel at his side like some craven imbecile waiting for permission to kiss his hand. Dream on, Doctor Gruber. That’s never going to happen!”
Gruber pressed the remote button. The brushes inside her clitoral cap spun rapidly. She suppressed a moan and tried to separate her mind from what her body desperately longed for. “No, doctor,” her voice rose. “My need to cum is strong. You understand that and use it against me, use it to control me, but my need to free myself from this madhouse is greater. I’m through obeying you every time you show me the damn remote.”
The brushes stopped. Gruber picked up a silver bell from his desk and rang it. Immediately Mona, Nora, and Mrs. Foster entered. He waved his hand at Nora and Mona, “Take her back to her room. Shackle her to the bed. Mrs. Foster, stay here for a few moments.” His face was red and his fists were clenched. As the two large black women led her from the room, Kathy smiled to herself. She’d won. She’d beaten the invincible Doctor Gruber!
She didn’t protest as the two women cuffed her hands to the iron headboard and her ankles to the footboard of the bed. She felt euphoric. She’d defied the powerful Doctor Gruber. She’d resisted the temptation to obey him in order to feel the brushes spin against her clitoris. Thinking about the brushes now caused her to long for them. She felt the warm wetness between her legs and knew that inside its metal cap her clitoris was swelling. It had been twelve hours since the injection. Gruber’s stimulants were kicking in. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying hard to think of other things, trying hard to call up days from the past when she and Jeff were together.
She didn’t hear the door open. Only when Mrs. Foster spoke to Nora and Mona did she open her eyes. “Spread her legs and hold them apart,” she said. Kathy saw the stern old woman putting on vinyl gloves and taking the cap off a jar of salve. She looked down at Kathy, “The good Doctor continually improves on his stimulating miracles. This, Mrs. Ryan, is the latest. He is confident it will serve the purpose for which he created it.” She scooped out a glob of the thick white cream and with a long finger shoved it far up into Kathy’s vagina. She then rubbed more on Kathy’s labial lips and along her ass crack. The two black women pushed Kathy’s legs back while Mrs. Foster inserted a coated finger into her anus. Finally, the older woman took the remote from her apron pocket. She clicked it to release the metal cap that covered Kathy’s clitoris. “Ah,” she permitted herself a thin smile, “just as I thought, wet and swollen already.” Carefully she spread the salve over Kathy’s clitoris. Kathy moaned at her touch and raised her hips. Quickly, Mrs. Foster replaced the cap and pressed the remote that secured it in place. “Oh, Mrs. Ryan,” she said, “when the new stimulant takes effect you are not only going to be a bitch in heat, you’re going to be a bitch on fire.” She gestured to Mona who held Kathy’s arm while Mrs. Foster injected her with a clear fluid.
Kathy awoke to the soft sound of Doctor Gruber’s voice. He was seated beside her bed. The cuffs had been removed and a sheet covered her. She was naked except for the shoes. She noticed Mona and Nora standing next to the door on the other side of the room. She remembered Mrs. Foster’s last words, “You’re going to be a bitch on fire.” Her nipples were swollen and hard. The waves of heat that started at her breasts and flowed down to her vagina were more intense than they’d ever been and more frequent. They washed over her body continually, like warm gentle waves. There was also a new sensation, a sort of electric feeling, intermittent, but pleasurable deep in her vagina and her anal passage. Inside the cap she could actually feel her engorged clitoris press against the ends of the brushes. Ignoring Gruber, she put both hands over the metal cap and pushed.
Gruber signaled to Nora who moved quickly to the bed with a thick leather belt. Mona helped her buckle it tightly around Kathy’s waist. The belt was fitted with wrist cuffs. They forced Kathy’s hands into them and tightened the straps. Kathy lay naked on the bed under Gruber’s steady gaze. Her breath came quickly. She squirmed and moaned. Gruber took the remote from his pocket and held it up in front of her.
“Oh, please,” she gasped, “please, I beg you, Doctor…please let me cum.”
Gruber placed the remote on the little table beside his chair. “Not just yet, Mrs. Ryan.” He smiled at her. “Tell me when you were at the Facility did you ever insult your masters? Did you ever disobey them?”
Kathy lifted her hips from the bed, “Please, doctor…I need….I need…” He shook his head and wagged a finger at her. “Yes,” she said. “Yes once or twice I insulted Abul and disobeyed him.”
“And what was the consequence of your arrogant behavior?”
“I was whipped.”
“This morning you insulted my nephew and then you disobeyed me. Don’t you think you should be punished?”
“Yes,” Kathy said desperately, “I was wrong. I forgot my place. I should be whipped only please…”
He cut her off, “Then later this evening you will ask Mrs. Foster to whip you, to punish you severely?”
“I will, Doctor. I’ll ask her to whip me hard, very hard. I’ll beg Frederick to forgive me. I’ll do what you ask….but…but my God…I want…I want…”
“Of course, you want to have an orgasm. You want a big prick in your mouth. You want a big prick in your cunt. You want a big prick in your ass. That’s all you can think about, all you can imagine: a huge prick sliding in and out of your mouth, sliding in and out of your cunt and ass, am I not right?’
“Yes, yes, you’re right…but the brushes…please let the brushes spin just for a minute. That would be enough.”
“What if the prick belonged to Negra. Think of it, Mrs. Ryan.”
Kathy shook her head violently, “No! I couldn’t.”
Gruber frowned. He didn’t speak for several minutes. “Well,” he sighed, “perhaps it’s a bit too soon for that. Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, except for the stimulant and the injection to help you to sleep, have you been drugged?”
“No, not drugged. No bells. No hypnosis. Just the stimulant.”
“I’m not in the habit of bargaining with women like you, but you must agree to visit Negra…not give yourself to him, but visit him in the way I will describe…in the way that will say to him that you are his bitch. Then you must beg Frederick to forgive you and show him that you are both contrite and submissive. Finally, I require that you ask Mrs. Foster to punish you.” He picked up the remote, “After having done those things to my satisfaction, then perhaps I’ll permit you to have the orgasm you so much desire.”
“I’m not to give myself to the dog?” Kathy asked.
“Not just yet. I think a time will come very soon when you will do so quite willingly, but that time is not now.”
He leaned down close to her and pressed the remote button but let the brushes spin for less than five seconds. Kathy’s body twisted violently and she screamed, “Aggggh!” When the brushes stopped she writhed on the bed moaning.
The sight of the often defiant but always astonishingly beautiful Katherine Ryan now naked and twisting and turning on the bed in front of him caused Gruber to smile to himself. “It pleases me to see you like this, Mrs. Ryan. It pleases me to hear you groan and beg.”<
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Gruber looked across at Mona and Nora and nodded, “The new ointment seems to be working even better than I’d anticipated.” From a small leather case on the bedside table he took a syringe and needle.
“This will act as a mild antidote to the stimulant, but rest assured it lasts for no more than two hours, just enough time for you to prepare to meet your new master. I assure you that in two hours you will be in as much heat as you are now.” Kathy began to shake her head. Gruber held up his hand, “If I am to give you what you most desire, Mrs. Ryan, you must do exactly what I order you to do and you must say exactly what you believe I wish to hear. Do you understand? I wish to hear you speak of your desire for Negra. I want to hear you speak of him as your master. I want to see you behave as if he is, indeed, your master and you are his submissive bitch. Anything less than that will cause the brushes inside your metal cap to remain as they are. In addition, more stimulant will be applied at frequent intervals.”
“I’m sorry, Doctor.” She rolled on her side so that he could inject her arm. Immediately the intensity of the stimulant diminished.
“How are you to meet your new master?” he asked.
“On my knees. I’m to let him know that I wish to…to be his bitch by crawling to him. I’m never to stand in his presence.” She glanced at the remote.
“That’s correct.”
Mrs. Foster had entered and stood grimly beside the Doctor. Gruber acknowledged her and said to Kathy, “Get up now and stand before us naked.”
Embarrassed, Kathy did as he instructed. Both Gruber and Mrs. Foster appraised her carefully. “She is a remarkably lovely woman, isn’t she, Mrs. Foster?” he asked. The older woman nodded, but said nothing. Gruber continued, “Her breasts are a bit small but perfectly shaped. They stand high and firm. The nipples are exquisite.” He stepped closer leaning over her breasts. “Absolutely smooth nipples and unusually long. See how they come to points and how easily they stiffen.” He stepped back. “Yes, truly a fine specimen: such a lovely face, intelligent, sophisticated; such flawless white skin, delicate hands and feet. I want her exercised even more intensely than she was at the Facility. I want her body to be as well formed as the bodies of the animals she will serve.
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