The imprint of his hand had reddened Kathy’s face. She was afraid he would strike her again.
But he finally let go of her and stepped back. “That ain’t all, bitch. My feet. You’ll suck my dirty feet, my toes?”
Kathy shook her head, “I…I I can’t. It’s too…too…” Gruber touched the remote. Kathy threw her head back and closed her eyes. “Yes,” she rasped, “yes, your toes. I...I’ll suck them…suck them clean.”
Gruber poked Lord Hummel in the arm, then said to Pesko, “Take off your boot and sock.” The groom sat down on a stool and began to unlace his worn boot.
Kathy felt she would retch. She started to rise up, but Gruber placed a firm hand on her shoulder forcing her to her knees again. He placed his hand on the back of her head gently pushing her forward and down. When her face was about twelve inches from the groom’s repulsive foot, he released her. She stayed as she was. Gruber turned toward his nephew and Lord Hummel. “We know, gentlemen, what a wealthy, highly educated, cultured, strong willed, and extremely beautiful woman would do in such a situation.” He gestured to the kneeling Kathy. “But what would a submissive bitch do who wished to please her Master?” He turned back toward Kathy who hadn’t moved. “Perhaps we will see,” he said.
For several moments nothing happened. It was as if they formed a silent tableaux. Then Kathy placed her hands flat on each side of the odious bare foot. “She would do this,” she whispered. Slowly, she lowered her head until she pressed her parted lips to Pesko’s dark, deformed toes. Lord Hummel turned away.
Gruber allowed the brushes to make several slow turns. Kathy’s body shuddered. “Thank him,” Gruber said, “look up, take the position, and repeat your promises.”
Kathy lifted her head and straightened her back. Kneeling before Pesko, she lifted both arms and interlaced her hands behind her neck. Her robe had come undone so that her bare breasts were thrust up toward him. “Thank you, Master, for letting me kiss your mouth and…and your feet. I ask you to please let me come to your bed tonight and make love to you.”
He looked around at the other men, grinning foolishly, “I fuckin’ got me a bitch in heat,” he said.
Even Gruber could not hide his surprise at Kathy’s response. He wasn’t at all certain whether she was putting on an act in the hope that he might let her have an orgasm with the brushes or if something else had happened, if perhaps, she had begun to recognize what he’d long suspected. “Yes,” he patted Pesko on the shoulder, “it certainly does appear as if you’ve found a lover, a beautiful and obedient lover. Is that what he’s found, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy was as unsure of her motives as Gruber. She couldn’t possibly be attracted to this grotesque monster. He was the antithesis of everything she admired in a man. He was ignorant, cruel, ugly beyond imagining, gross, filthy, not worthy enough to clean her toilet bowls, yet… She decided she was interested only in getting Gruber to press the button on the remote. His stimulants had not diminished and it seemed kissing Pesko intensified her need. She turned toward Gruber, “Yes, Doctor, I can’t begin to explain it even to myself. I will be his lover…his obedient bitch.” Her hands still behind her neck she turned back to Pesko and inched closer offering him her breasts.
Gruber let the brushes spin until she doubled over. Her body shook violently and she cried out as her orgasm built to the point of release. Gruber, who had been watching her closely, stopped the brushes. She lay at Pesko’s feet trembling and moaning.
“Get up, Mrs. Ryan,” Gruber commanded. “Fix your face. Prepare yourself to go to your new master.” Slowly she got stood and unsteadily crossed to the make-up table. Her face was streaked with tears, her mascara had run, and her lipstick smeared. She took a long time reapplying the cosmetics, a desperate plan forming in her head. Behind her, she heard Gruber send Mrs. Foster up to the kitchen for bottles of wine and glasses explaining to Lord Hummel that he’d given the two Negro women the night off.
When Kathy finished, she turned toward them for their approval. “Exquisite!” Lord Hummel exclaimed. Gruber nodded in agreement. Frederick said nothing.
Pesko lurched across to stand before her. “You gonna look just like that tonight when you come to my bed?”
Kathy bowed her head, “Yes, Master, I will.”
He grabbed his crotch and laughed, “You hot, ain’t you? You want what Pesko got for you?”
“Yes, I am. I’m in heat, as you said. I want you to take me. I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
Gruber motioned for her to come to him. “It’s time, Mrs. Ryan, to let the dog know you wish to be his bitch.” They stood together by the door to the room that housed Negra’s cage. “Tell me once more how you’re to approach him and why.”
Kathy looked directly at Gruber, “I’m to crawl to him tonight and from now on. In his presence I’m always to be on my knees. He’s been trained to know that females who crawl to him are submissive bitches who have come to service him. In a short time he will understand that I am his. He will know that I belong to him.”
Gruber smiled, “Very good.”
Gruber opened the door, allowing Kathy to enter the room, then he closed it behind her just as Mrs. Foster entered with the wine and glasses. The three men went to help her set up the bar before turning back to the one-way glass.
Instead of crawling to Negra’s cage, Kathy walked quickly toward the animal, all the time saying his name. He recognized her immediately. By the time Gruber looked into the room, she was releasing the latch on his cage.
Negra bounded out of the cage and stood next to Kathy whimpering and wagging his tail as she petted his massive head. Fredrick was the first to notice what had happened. He immediately bolted into the room screaming at Negra and Kathy. The dog snarled showing his teeth and moved to intercept Fredrick.
For a moment, Kathy was aware of Gruber framed in the doorway pointing a rifle at the dog. But as he pulled the trigger, Fredrick stepped into the line of fire. The bullet sliced through the back of Fredrick’s head. With a great cry of anguish, Doctor Gruber ran forward waving the gun. As Fredrick crumpled at Kathy’s feet, Negra leaped forward to tear out Gruber’s throat. It all had taken less than ten seconds.
Lord Hummel stood behind the glass partition horrified. After seeing the carnage, Pesko crouched in a corner of the room wide eyed and trembling.
Kathy stepped over Gruber’s body and, with the dog beside her approached the anteroom. Lord Hummel stepped back. Negra growled and showed his fangs again, but Kathy kept hold of his collar and quieted him. In a calm, steady voice she said, “I believe, Lord Hummel, he would kill you too if you threaten me.”
Lord Hummel shook his head in agreement. “I mean you no harm, Mrs. Ryan. In fact, I have been wishing all evening that there might be a way to free you from all this insanity.”
From the corner Pesko pointed a boney finger at them. “I’m gonna tell the police you done it, gonna tell them you killed Fredrick and then put the dog on Doctor Gruber.”
Lord Hummel nodded at Kathy and smiled slightly as he took one of the revolvers from its bracket. Kathy tightened her grip on Negra’s collar. Pesko looked wildly around the room before Lord Hummel shot him. “That leaves Mrs. Foster,” Hummel said. “I expect she’s in the library. I expect she also has the combination to Gruber’s safe.” He took Kathy’s arm.
“Shall we join her?”
Kathy felt as if she’d been in a dream, as if she might awaken to find Mrs. Foster standing next to her bed with a coiled whip in her hand. “Yes,” she heard herself say, “let’s find Mrs. Foster.”
They rode up in the elevator. The door opened in the library startling Mrs. Foster who was kneeling before the safe stuffing tightly wrapped stacks of bills into a large briefcase. She whirled around, picking up a revolver that lay on the floor beside her. Without hesitating, Lord Hummel shot her between the eyes. She pitched forward, twitched once, and lay still. Lord Hummel took Kathy’s arm to steady her, “This one was self defense,” he said
. He looked into the briefcase, then stuffed what remained in the safe into it.
Smoke began to drift up through the elevator shaft. Carrying the heavy briefcase, Lord Hummel grabbed Kathy’s hand and pulled her down the hall. He paused at the foot of the circular staircase, “You’ll need your clothes,” he said.
Kathy had regained some of her composure, “They’re packed,” she said. “Up in my room.”
Lord Hummel looked back into the study. Flames had shot up through the elevator shaft and were spreading toward the heavy drapery covering the windows. “Hurry!” he said.
With Negra at her heels, Kathy raced up the stairs to her room, took the suitcase and ran back to where Lord Hummel stood beside the open door. A black Lexus SUV stood in the driveway. “It’s not Gruber’s,” Lord Hummel explained. “I rented it at the airport.”
As they sped away, Kathy looked back. Vivid orange flames now lit up all of the windows of the Chateau and in places had begun to shoot through the roof. Lord Hummel glanced in the rearview mirror, “By the time the fire department gets all the way out here there will be nothing left but smoldering ashes.” He patted her arm, “No evidence of evil deeds. Just what remains of Gruber, his nephew, and two servants who unfortunately never made it out.”
“What about…the….the…Inner Circle? Won’t they want to….”
Lord Hummel chuckled, “As you may have noticed, my dear, we are a selfish lot. I am certain that among our members it will be as if the good Doctor Gruber never existed.” He gestured toward Kathy’s suitcase, “My personal jet is parked at the Rhinebeck Airport. I’ll phone ahead to the pilot and have it ready to go. I suggest you dress for travel.”
“Oh my God, yes!” Kathy exclaimed. “I’d almost forgotten.” Quickly she changed from the shear gown into the slacks and sweater she’d worn on her trip to the Chateau. She slid her bare feet into loafers. “There, that’s better.” She smiled. “And what of me, Lord Hummel?” she asked.
“Choices,” he said. I think you have two. “You can fly back to London with me and become a respected full fledged member of the infamous Inner Circle and in time, if you wish, my wife, Lady Hummel.” He glanced at her and was surprised to see she was blushing.
“That’s tempting,” she said, “and I’m honored. What’s the second option?”
“You can, at last be free. Take what’s in the briefcase. There should be about half a million in cash and at least twenty million in negotiable bonds that can’t be traced. Leave me off at the airport and drive on home to Pittsburgh. I’m sure you can buy back your contract from Satomi and perhaps your sister-in-laws as well. Then, I would suggest you start life over far away.” He laughed out loud, “Confess your sins, Mrs. Ryan, repent, and with your sister open a bakery in Montana.”
Kathy laughed along with him. “And what of Negra?” The dog’s ears perked up at the mention of his name. He whined and pushed his nose against Kathy’s neck. “By all means keep him with you,” Lord Hummel said.
Kathy squeezed Lord Hummel’s arm. “You are very kind, but I think we both know what I need to do.”
He nodded, “Yes, we both know. But you must promise when the day comes that you can’t look another cherry pie or cupcake in the eye you’ll dial my private number and say, “Lord Hummel, would you very much mind sending your jet for Negra and me.”
Kathy leaned across the seat and kissed him softly on the cheek, “I promise, Lord Hummel, truly I promise.” She paused smiling to herself. “You never know, that might very well be what will happen,” she said.
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