Inner Circle

by Charles Arnold

  Kathy bowed her head. Her legs had begun to tremble and she felt the tears form and spill down her cheeks. The determination to escape that she’d felt earlier had all but disappeared. Gruber took Mrs. Foster aside but spoke loud enough for Kathy to hear. “See to her preparations,” he said. “We are having a guest. I want her delivered to my study at seven o’clock. After her enema, she’s to be bathed. Lubricate her anus as our guest may wish to have her there. I suggest a light rouge on her lovely nipples. Bright red for her mouth. Make her lips shine. Our guest may wish instead to have her suck his prick. Dress her in a shear white gown, the dog collar and, of course, the heels.” Without looking back at Kathy, he left the room.

  At precisely seven o’clock Kathy stood next to Mrs. Foster just inside the door to the study. The room was dimly lit. A fire blazed in the great stone fireplace. The wall sconces were also blazing with fire. Three men sat in leather armchairs facing it, their backs to the two women. “Go,” Mrs. Foster said, “stand in front of them.”

  The antidote for the stimulant was rapidly wearing off. Kathy once more felt the burning waves of desire flow down to her vagina, the electric pulses, the swelling of her clitoris, and the tingling heat in her anal passage. She crossed the room and stood, head bowed, facing the men, her back to the fire.

  A deep voice with a decided English accent said, “Ah, even more beautiful than I’d remembered.” She raised her head. Seated directly in front of her was Lord Hummel.

  Gruber smiled, “I see you recognize our distinguished guest. I recall an evening in your own house when you begged Lord Hummel to whip you.”

  Kathy’s face turned scarlet, “But,” she began to protest, “Abul forced me to...”

  “Poor Abul,” the Englishman cut her off. “I understand he died an extremely painful death. The reason, I believe, was that he disobeyed Mr. Satomi’s rule that you, Mrs. Ryan, were not to be violated, at least not in your cunt. Is that correct?”

  Kathy lowered her eyes, “Yes.”

  Gruber spoke up, “In order to avoid being sent to me, our Mrs. Ryan even married the ignorant Afghani or whatever he was. But look, here she is standing demurely before us.”

  “How did you come by her?” Lord Hummel asked.

  “After her second husband, Abul, was disposed of, her contract was sold to a wealthy but quite sadistic man from her own community. He threatened to have rats eat her splendid tits. Unfortunately, the old sadist who held her contract intended to violate its terms. Mr. Satomi, who knows everything even before it happens caused her master to disappear along with, I believe, his niece. At about that time I had devised a way of directing her attention to us, to Frederick and me. She came to us freely.

  “So, for an astronomical amount of money, Mr. Satomi permitted me to buy the contract. So far she’s pleased to be with us. You’re delighted to be Master Fredrick’s pet, aren’t you, my dear?”

  “Yes, I’m glad to be Master Fredrick’s pet.”

  “And?”

  She felt a rush of heat, “And Negra’s bitch,” she whispered.

  “I’m happy to hear it,” Lord Hummel chuckled. “Perhaps Doctor Gruber hasn’t told you yet but I’m honored to be a member of the Inner Circle. I own a splendid animal, a Great Dane whose name is Sir Raleigh. He has his own bitch to service him.” He sipped his sherry, then he put down his glass and turned toward Kathy, “I understand your training is to begin today. Is that right?”

  Kathy looked up, hoping that Gruber would be holding the remote and disappointed to see that he wasn’t. “Yes, Lord Hummel. I’m to visit Negra, the dog but…but…it’s to be only a visit. He isn’t to…to…have me.”

  Gruber frowned, “But you are to make it clear to him that…” He waited for her to finish.

  The intensity of the stimulant continued to grow. She felt her nipples stiffen and knew they could see what was happening. “Yes, of course, Doctor Gruber. I’m to make it clear to him…to Negra…that he is now my master and that I will soon belong to him.”

  “And, my dear, “ Gruber said, “in a short time you will be like your sister bitches, proud to belong to Negra and part of the Inner Circle?”

  Kathy glanced from one of the men to the other, “Yes, Doctor Gruber, in time it will be as you say. Negra will be my master.” She lowered her eyes and spoke softly, “Yesterday I didn’t want to believe Carmelita when she said she no longer wished to escape. But it was clear she meant it. She has accepted her life.”

  Gruber nodded at Lord Hummel, “I expect that after a year our Mrs. Ryan will not only accept her place, she will embrace it. As we know she has an insatiable sexual appetite. In time she will be grateful to us for giving her a new and exciting life.” He turned to Kathy, “Isn’t that how it will be, Mrs. Ryan?”

  She looked up at him hoping desperately to see the remote, “I know I will resist at first, Doctor Gruber, but if Negra and the others are as you say, it’s quite possible that in time, my feelings will change and I will willingly give myself.”

  “Oh my dear!” Lord Hummel shouted, “The good Doctor and Frederick will be the envy of us all. None of the women are as stunningly beautiful as you. More importantly, they are mostly from the lower classes, uneducated, simple minded, and poor.” He turned to Gruber. “The Brookmeir’s bitch is somewhat of an exception I believe?”

  “Yes,” Gruber said, “she comes from one of those South American countries. Her parents are professionals of some sort. She’s quite attractive but certainly can’t begin to compare with our Mrs. Ryan.” He leaned back in his chair smiling, “Think of it, Lord Hummel. Mrs. Ryan there,” he gestured toward her, “is no doubt the intellectual and social equal of any of the members of our circle, men and women. As for beauty, you are absolutely correct; she’s stunningly beautiful. Unlike any of the others, Mrs. Ryan is not only wealthy, she’s a strong willed fiercely independent woman; one who would never scrape and bow to any man.”

  Frederick spoke up, “Mrs. Ryan, come and kneel here beside me.” He pointed to the floor next to his chair. Kathy glanced at Gruber, then crossed to Frederick’s chair. She got to her knees and sat back on her haunches next to it. Frederick patted her head, “You just heard my uncle praise your independent spirit and tell us how you would never scrape and bow to any man. But here you are obediently kneeling at my side. Why is that, my pet? What’s become of your independent spirit?”

  Kathy knew that Gruber doted on his nephew. If she could please Frederick, perhaps the doctor would at least let the brushes turn for a moment. She realized Gruber was playing her like a computer game, but the stimulant was so powerful she could think of nothing but her need to cum. She looked up into the pale pimpled face of Frederick, “I haven’t lost my independent spirit, Master Frederick. I freely choose to kneel at your feet. I freely choose to surrender my will to yours.”

  “And do you freely choose to become my submissive woman and to become Negra’s bitch?” He looked down at her sneering, the spittle flying from his thin lips, “Are you here tonight because you freely choose to begin your training?”

  Kathy noticed Doctor Gruber had reached in his jacket pocket and taken out the remote, which he placed on the table beside his chair. She had to resist begging him to let the brushes spin. She reached for Frederick’s hand and brought it to her lips kissing it softly. Looking up at him she spoke as earnestly as she could, “I want to belong to you, Master Frederick. Believe me. I’ll make you proud of me. I’ll do whatever you and Doctor Gruber wish. I’ll become whatever you want me to become. There will be no need for drugs or hypnosis. I can be the beautiful and bright hostess at your parties. Then, for the entertainment of your friends give myself gladly to Negra.” Gruber touched the button on the remote. Kathy gasped and her body jerked. The brushes turned slowly for a few seconds.

  “And the others?” Frederick asked.

  “Yes, of course,” Kathy said quickly, “I will give myself to them, to each of them.” She felt certain her willingness would earn her anoth
er spin of the brushes, but the remote lay on the table where Gruber had placed it.

  “By God!” Hummel exclaimed, “I believe she means it.”

  “For her sake, I hope she does,” Gruber said dryly. “I think it’s time we retired to the basement.”

  “If you don’t mind,” the Englishman said, “I would dearly like to have her first.”

  “Ahh,” Gruber smiled, “I’d forgotten. Yes, certainly. Do you want her mouth or her anus?”

  Lord Hummel stood and crossed to the fireplace, “Her anus, I think.”

  Gruber turned toward Kathy who still knelt next to Frederick’s chair, “I’m sure that by now Mrs. Ryan is longing to feel a stiff prick in her ass. Is that not correct, Mrs. Ryan?”

  Her training at the Facility plus the incredible potency of the stimulant had inflamed her anal passage so that just the words ‘stiff prick in her ass’ caused a gush of warm secretions to ooze from her labial cleft. She looked at Lord Hummel who had begun to unbuckle his belt and push down his trousers. “Oh yes, doctor,” she whispered, “I would like that.”

  “A proper hostess should ask politely if she desires a favor from her guest,” Gruber said.

  Lord Hummel was bathed in the orange glow of the firelight. His long, thick cock stuck out straight in front of him. Kathy crawled toward him until she kneeled at his feet, his stiff prick only inches from her face. She looked up at him, “Please, Lord Hummel, I need….I mean I’d be most grateful if you would…please fuck me… Please put it in me, please…fuck my ass.”

  He grinned down at her. “Certainly, Mrs. Ryan. I understand that later we will have the pleasure of seeing this lovely ass severely whipped. Is that so?”

  Kathy turned so that her back was to him. She lowered her face to the floor and lifted her buttocks. “Yes, Lord Hummel. I’m to be whipped tonight.” She reached back and, after pulling her gown up over her hips, spread her ass cheeks.

  “My God!” Hummel said, “It’s hard to believe. Her rosy little bunghole is as tight as a girl’s.” As he eased his cockhead in, her sphincter opened like a tiny mouth. Her passage felt extremely hot and liquid. Her trained muscle closed around his prick, slowly and deliberately milking it. Then, making small noises in her throat, she began to thrust back against him, his testicles slapping rhythmically against her. After only a few minutes he could hold off no longer and fiercely grabbed her ass cheeks and began to pump his thick sperm into her. His cock still half erect, he reached down to shove her around until, remaining on her knees, she faced him. “Lick it clean,” he said. Kathy opened her mouth and he slid his long cock between her glistening lips, almost causing her to gag. She licked and sucked hard drawing from him the last of his cum. “Ah, Gruber, I hope this one isn’t going to be used exclusively by the dogs,” he pushed his limp cock back inside his pants and zippered them up.

  “I assure you, Lord Hummel, she will service all the members of the Inner Circle as often as they require. Isn’t that true, Mrs. Ryan?”

  The intensity of the stimulant had continued to increase. Breathing hard, she said, “Yes, Doctor Gruber. I’ll give myself freely to both the dogs and their owners if that is your wish.”

  Lord Hummel turned toward the doctor, “Although we will all be delighted to see Mrs. Ryan give herself to our fine beasts, I can’t help but wonder if it’s the right thing to do. She is so intelligent, and spirited, and incredibly beautiful!”

  “All the more reason to make the animals her masters,” Gruber replied dryly.

  Gruber signaled to Mrs. Foster who brought Kathy a cosmetic box and a mirror. All three men sat observing Kathy apply her makeup while they finished their drinks. When she was done, Gruber said, “You look lovely, Mrs. Ryan, I’m sure your new master will be suitably impressed.” He and Fredrick laughed. “Tell us, do you want him to approve of your appearance? Are you anxious to go to him?”

  Kathy knew she could cheerfully murder them. How she hated their control over her, their condescending attitudes, their cold hearts and degenerate appetites. But the Englishman’s rape of her ass had served to further intensify her need to feel the brushes spin over her swollen clitoris.

  She looked directly at them and spoke evenly, “Yes, Doctor, I hope my new master approves of me….and…and will accept me.” She placed the cosmetics in their box and closed the lid. “I’m ready to go to him now.”

  Kathy felt repulsed imagining what she was about to do and yet her blood seemed to race like fire through her veins. Gruber’s latest stimulant was ten times stronger than any she’d experienced. The thought came to her that she might actually do what they had planned for her in order to have the orgasms she so desperately needed. She had to discipline herself, had to find a way to diminish her sexual response to the stimulant.

  “Perhaps you will be good enough to take Frederick’s arm,” Gruber said. “We’ll use the elevator.”

  As the elevator descended Frederick toyed with her breast and squeezed her nipple painfully. “Are you hot, little bitch?” he sneered. “Are you going to make certain the dog understands how your status has changed since you last saw him?”

  Kathy was aware that all three men were interested in her response. “Yes, Master Frederick, I’m aroused as you can see. The last time I visited Negra I walked to him and stood before him. As you’ve explained, the animals have been trained to regard humans who stand and walk upright as their masters. Even though, I let him have my scent…let him smell me, he knew I was his superior.”

  The elevator stopped and the door slid open. Kathy was surprised to see that a sort of anteroom had been built which separated them from the area that contained Negra’s cage. This small room contained a full-length mirror and a makeup table. Along the sidewall were hung a variety of whips and restraints. The walls had been paneled in a soft light grained wood. A variety of guns, hunting rifles and ornate handguns, were hung on brackets along one wall. A thick furry rug covered the floor. In front of them was a door fitted with glass that permitted them a full view of the area beyond which included the twin cages and the bar. Kathy noticed that Negra’s cage had been placed on a raised platform. Gruber explained to Lord Hummel, “We can see the animal as well as Mrs. Ryan when she goes to him, but from the other side the glass appears black.”

  The Englishman nodded, and turned to Kathy, “How are you going to approach the animal this time, Mrs. Ryan?”

  “Doctor Gruber has instructed me to crawl to him. He will recognize my scent. Tonight, he will see me as he does the other…the others…who have serviced him.”

  Frederick chuckled, “And in a short time what else is our Negra going to realize?”

  Kathy felt her throat constrict and her legs tremble. She swallowed hard and bowed her head, “He will come to understand that I’m not one of…of…the women who service him and go away. He’ll know that I belong to him.”

  Gruber took the remote from his pocket and let the brushes turn slowly but only for a few seconds. Kathy gasped and doubled over. “Oh, God, yes…please…please,” she cried. Gruber placed the remote on the cosmetic table. For a moment Kathy was tempted to grab it and not let go until she climaxed. But both Gruber and Lord Hummel were between her and the table.

  “Perhaps you’ve considered how you will go about letting him know that you now belong to him?” Gruber asked.

  “I…I’m not sure,” she began but a stern look from Gruber implied that he wanted more. She thought for a moment, “I’ll visit him often in the next weeks. I’ll always crawl, always look up at him and he will look down at me.” She glanced at Gruber who nodded for her to continue. “I’ll kneel beside his cage. He will smell me… He will know that I want him.”

  “And just when can Uncle and I schedule a party which will feature you, Mrs. Ryan? When are you going to give yourself the Negra for the amusement of our friends?” Frederick’s voice rose to an excited squeal.

  Gruber, watching her closely, let the brushes spin briefly. Kathy closed her eyes and groaned, le
aning against the wall for support. When she recovered she saw that he still held the remote. “I…I…don’t know when, I can give myself to him, Master Frederick…but soon, I hope soon to...to entertain you and your friends.” She looked away, then back at Frederick. “I imagine that you and Doctor Gruber will train me…” She caught herself, “I mean, it will be just as you say. I’ll belong to him.” She glanced at Gruber then continued, “I expect, after awhile, I will want him all the time.”

  “Yes,” Frederick’s eyes were bright and his voice rose again, “Soon you will be begging on your knees. I’ll have you beg at our dinner parties. I’ll have you beg in public. I’ll have you tell strangers what you truly desire.”

  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?”