The Facility

by Charles Arnold

  With a sure, quick snap of her wrist she brought the crop down across Kathy’s right breast. Kathy’s high scream was stifled by the gag. She twisted in agony but the wrist and ankle cuffs permitted almost no movement. Mi Jong struck the left breast. The excruciating pain cut through Kathy like a knife. Miko turned up the remote so that the bushes spun rapidly. Kathy’s cunt flowed with secretions. The next two blows sent her into spasms of agony. Mi Jong paused. “Mrs. Ryan,” Abul called out to her. “Look up at me.” Kathy raised her tear-streaked face. The spittle ran from the corners of her mouth. Abul called to her, “Your nipples reveal how much you are aroused. They seem to want the whip.” Kathy shook her head wildly. “I will ask you again, Mrs. Ryan. If I were to give you permission, would you not now be anxious to push your tongue into my hole?” Looking directly at him, Kathy shook her head ‘no’.

  “Mi Jong,” he said, the anger and hatred mounting again, “the American bitch has not yet learned.” Viciously, Mi Jong brought the crop down on one breast then the other continuing until Kathy stopped writhing and hung from the rope, unconscious. Miko placed a bottle of smelling salts under her nose. When Kathy revived, Mi Jong removed the ball gag and held her head up so that she faced Abul. “We can start again, Mrs. Ryan. It depends on you. I’ll pose the question once more and would like you to answer with enthusiasm.” Kathy, her eyes blurred with the pain, could not see him clearly. She nodded. “Look at your nipples. See the spots of blood. Would you be honored some day soon,” he paused and licked his lips, “to taste your Master’s most private place?” The two men at his side and the dwarf were grinning at her.

  Kathy glanced fearfully at Mi Jong who held up the riding crop and swished it through the air. “Well, Mrs. Ryan?” Abul asked.

  Kathy’s voice was little more than a croaking whisper. She nodded her head vigorously, “Yes...yes...I want it...” She looked at Abul whose hateful face was coming into focus. He was sneering at her, mocking her. “Yes, please,” she continued on the verge of hysteria, “I...I want it...want it very much...I mean I want to taste...to get on my knees before you...before your friends and lick you there.”

  Abul gestured to Miko. She and Mi Jong quickly removed the cuffs and, supporting Kathy on both sides, half carried her from the room. Kathy hated them with a hatred beyond imagining and just as intensely despised what she was becoming. As they climbed the stairs she thought to herself, ‘I said what they made me say. I said the words, but I will never do what that ignorant barbarian wants.’

  She tried to force the idea of it out of her mind, but in her heart she realized that if Abul had threatened to renew the whipping, she would have crawled to him, parted his ass cheeks and sucked at his hole.

  Chapter Seven – The Lover

  Back in her quarters, Kathy sank gratefully into the tub of hot soapy water that had been drawn for her. The red welts from Mi Jong’s whipping were still visible on her breasts. Her ass cheeks burned painfully. Miko and Mi Jong, as they had after Kathy’s last appearance in the punishment room, spread a plastic sheet over her bed. When she finished her bath, they had her lie down on the sheet while they rubbed the healing lotion into the welts on her buttocks and breasts. Kathy was amazed at how quickly the pain subsided. Even before they completed their task, the lash marks began to disappear. Miko left the room while Mi Jong massaged Kathy’s body with fragrant oils. Lying on her stomach, Kathy turned her head to look back at the homely Korean woman. “Mi Jong, why did you...” she began.

  “Whip your breasts?” Mi Jong interrupted.

  “Yes, I thought...”

  “You thought I your friend,” Mi Jong interrupted again, obviously annoyed. “Ha! You thought wrong. You are unworthy. I have no respect for you, neither does Miko. In fact you...you...” she searched for the right word in English, “you disgust me.” Roughly, she rolled Kathy over.

  “But you seemed to enjoy beating me,” Kathy looked up at the grim face above her.

  “I did enjoy. You a disgrace to all women. In America, you had everything. You give it all up.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “Now, you worse than nothing. You like a silver pitcher. We polish and men do what they want to you.”

  Kathy remembered Miko’s phrase, ‘a pleasure instrument’. Of course, Mi Jong was right. To have signed away her safe, happy, comfortable life in America was insane. She would never have done it if she’d had any idea where her impetuous act would lead. To kneel before the hated Abul and kiss his dirty feet, to offer her mouth and her ass to his abhorrent friends, to ask the vile dwarf to whip her...neither Mi Jong, nor Miko, nor any other woman would submit to such abuse. In America, she had a social position. Among the people in their set she and Jeff were the most admired, the most respected, the most envied.

  At home men like Abul worked as janitors in fast food restaurants, or they washed dishes, or pumped gas and cleaned the car windows and to women like her they said, “Please, Ma'am” and “thank you, Ma'am”. She remembered when she and Jeff were out driving, she would ask him to get gas in the more expensive stations so she wouldn’t have to look at people like Abul. And now, in this horrible place, she found herself groveling at the repulsive feet of such men. She shuddered thinking of her long, smooth, pink nipples...of how Jeff never tired of exclaiming how beautiful they were and how sensitive. It was impossible to believe that earlier this evening she had painted them with the black stinking mixture of Abul’s urine and garbage. Already, she had erased from her mind the terrible agreement Mi Jong’s whip had forced her to make. It was impossible to believe that she, Mrs. Kathy Ryan, might be capable of such self-abasement.

  Mi Jong began to apply the stimulating salve to Kathy’s vaginal furrow. “You wet already,” she said. “Cunt always wet.”

  “That’s because...because Miko didn’t let...she didn’t let me have an orgasm. It’s been such a long time, Mi Jong, and that stuff you rub on me drives me crazy.”

  “Well,” Mi Jong said, “maybe you get second chance.”

  “Oh my God, Mi Jong!” Kathy cried. “Not tonight! No more! I can’t! I can’t!” She turned over burying her head in the pillow and sobbing. As Mi Jong pushed the lotion up into Kathy’s anal passage, Kathy could feel the heat spread to her breasts.

  Miko returned, “Madam Khe say to dress her in white robe, nothing else.”

  “Please, Miko...,” Kathy rolled over and sat up.

  “Don’t start with complaints. I lose patience,” Miko said angrily. “Besides,” she glanced quickly at Mi Jong, “Madam Khe say she notice how you look at young American. She say we can take away cover from clit. Maybe you get fucked good and cum natural way.” Both she and Mi Jong smiled.

  “You mean I’m going to be...”

  “Sent to lover,” Miko said.

  “Without that thing over my clitoris?”

  “On condition you not touch self. Remember you on video cameras. Madam Khe watch. Mi Jong and me be outside door. You touch, we come in and your night with lover is over. No fuck. Also cause for more titty whip. Understand?”

  “Yes, Miko. I promise. I swear to you I won’t touch.” Kathy could not believe what she’d heard. She was going to the arms of the handsome American, and she would be free to cum as Miko said, in the natural way. “Why has Madam Khe given me this wonderful gift,” she asked.

  “Madam Khe pleased with you when you agree to lick Abul’s ass crack. This is reward.”

  “But she must have seen that I only agreed because I couldn’t stand any more pain?”

  “Reason don’t matter. You agree. Madam Khe say ‘let her fuck. Let her cum’.” They applied Kathy’s make-up, brushed her hair, and helped her into a shear white nylon robe, which tied at the waist. “No shoes,” Miko said, “and no collar. She go to her lover looking like a lover.”

  They led Kathy through a section of the facility she had not seen before. When they stopped at one of the heavy oak doors, Miko reminded her that Madam Khe would be watching on the monitor and might have some inst
ructions for her. “Cameras very high tech,” she said. “Take clear pictures with only little light. Tapes go to Mr. Satomi. You know what happen if you don’t do good.”

  “I’ll do good, Miko. If Mr. Satomi gives me to Abul, I’ll die here.” Kathy’s clitoris throbbed. Except when she was rubbed with the stimulant, this was the first time in weeks she was free of the clitoral cap. She allowed herself a moment to visualize Jamal: young, broad shouldered, dark wavy hair, white even teeth, deep set eyes. And he had come all this way out of the goodness of his heart; had come to rescue her! Miko pushed open the door. Kathy entered the darkened room. Miko stayed in the hall and pulled the door shut.

  It took a moment before Kathy’s eyes adjusted to the room that was lit by two floor standing candelabra. In the center of the room was a large round bed covered in pale pink satin. Propped up against the pillows, the naked black dwarf grinned at her. She let out a stifled cry, then turned quickly and tried the door. It was locked. Cowering against it, she stared at the grotesque idiot who, making guttural noises, shook his long stiff prick at her. Beside him lay his coiled whip.

  There was a movement in the far corner against the wall. She peered into the darkness. It was Jamal. “They told me you had taken this...this...thing as your lover. They said you would come here to give yourself to him tonight. I didn’t believe them.”

  “No” Kathy shouted. “That’s not true! They lied! They lied to you! I thought...”

  “We did not lie,” it was Madam Khe’s voice coming through the speakers. “Listen,” she ordered. Immediately, Kathy heard her own voice on a recorded tape, “Swart is more of a man than my husband was. I would like Swart to take me as his lover. I would come to him wearing something provocative. 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.”

  Kathy, covering her ears with her hands, and shook her head violently. Madam Khe’s face appeared on the monitor above them. “I think what you heard, Mr. Kedad, is proof that it is not we who have lied.”

  Jamal stood up, his voice rising angrily, “It is clear,” he shouted at the screen, “she has come here to fornicate with this...this half-witted creature!” He glared at Kathy, “God will punish!” he cried. “God will punish!”

  “There’s more,” Madam Khe said.

  “No, don’t...,” Kathy pleaded. Immediately she heard her own voice again coming from the speakers. “I would kiss Swart everywhere. Lick him. Suck his penis. Hold his testicles in my mouth. I would lie on my back and spread my legs and beg him to please take me. I want you, Swart. I want you all the time!”

  “I’ve heard enough!” Jamal cried, heading toward the door.

  “But, Mr. Kedad, wouldn’t you like to observe?” Madam Khe asked. “If you were to watch the lovers actually fornicate, wouldn’t it give more credence to the report you intend to take back to America?”

  Jamal hesitated. He looked again at Kathy, the outline of her pale body visible through the shear gown. He could feel his cock begin to lengthen and swell. Without saying anything, he returned to his chair and sat down. The dwarf, too, had been staring at Kathy. With one claw-like hand, he pulled at his cock.

  “Your lover is aroused,” Madam Khe said, “and he’s waiting.” Kathy turned away from the screen and bowed her head. “You have a choice, Mrs. Ryan,” Madam Khe’s voice was stern. “You can show Mr. Kedad that Swart is, indeed, your lover or I will ask Miko and Mi Jong to escort you to the safety and comfort of Abul’s quarters where you will spend a restful night. Mr. Kedad must know that the choice is freely made. He must see that you are doing what you wish to do.” Kathy stood silently in the middle of the room, the tears streaking her cheeks. “Your lover, Swart...or Abul? Choose,” Madam Khe demanded. Slowly, Kathy walked to the bed. Standing at its foot, facing Swart, she removed her gown. Swart grinned foolishly as he wagged his massive head. “Good,” Madam Khe said. “Now listen carefully. As you know, Swart is an imbecile, but he is able to understand a limited number of words. If I say ‘cunt’ to him, he will fuck your cunt. If I say ‘ass’ to him, he will take you there instead. Which do you prefer?”

  “Cunt,” Kathy whispered.

  “Of course. I imagine by now it is aching to be filled with that big black prick. Be advised, Mrs. Ryan, that whether I permit him to fuck your cunt or your ass will depend on how well you make love to your chosen lover. He is your chosen lover, isn’t he? Look at Mr. Kedad and confess that you lied.”

  Kathy turned toward the figure hidden in the shadows, “Earlier tonight, I did not tell the truth, Mr. Kedad. Swart and I are lovers. I have chosen to be his woman.” She climbed onto the bed. Swart spread his legs and held out his open arms to her. Shuddering and looking away from his hideous face, she pressed her naked body against his and felt his powerful arms embrace her.

  “Obscene,” Jamal hissed, “obscene.” His fingers fumbled with his zipper. Then his hand slid inside his pants.

  Kathy could feel the dwarf’s huge cock between her legs. Her swollen clitoris was, for the first time in weeks, exposed. She moved her hips to rub it against his hard prick. Already her secretions were spotting the pink sheet. She felt Swart’s rough hands on her ass cheeks. Then, reaching up, he turned her head so that she faced him. She tried to look away but he held her fast. His empty eye socket glittered in the candlelight. His thick lips were flecked with spit and were pulled back in a permanent grin revealing his big teeth and black gums. He drew her face closer to his. Inside the dark cave of his mouth, she could see his fat tongue moving from side to side like the purple head of some slimy sea creature.

  She wrenched away and, trying to distract him, began to kiss and tongue his chest. She slid down along his body, pausing to kiss and lick his black nipples. Slowly, she ran her tongue down the center of his muscular stomach, her pale body in sharp contrast to his. He growled and pushed her head toward his crotch.

  Against the far wall, Jamal’s raspy breathing came faster. He pulled his chair forward a few feet. His hand intermittently stroked his cock. “Suck him, you filthy whore, suck him,” he whispered hoarsely.

  Kathy’s tongue felt along the scarred ridges of the dwarf’s prick. The fetid smell was even stronger than she remembered. Trying to ignore the odor, she concentrated on imagining how his huge cock would feel inside her, how the length of it would rub against her clitoris. She needed that. She needed an orgasm. Some drops of pre-cum coated the huge knob of his cock with a gray mucous. Closing her eyes, she slid her lips over it. “Uhhh,” he grunted, pushing her head down until she began to gag and choke. He released her. To distract him from doing it again, she held the base of his cock in one hand and, forcing herself to look up into his idiotically grinning face, she circled the rim of his penis. Then, holding his cock back with both hands, she continued to look up at him as she licked, for a long time, the underside of his cockhead. Gradually sliding her wet lips down the length of his cock, she began to kiss and lick his testicles.

  Swart reached beside him and picking up his whip, let it uncoil across Kathy’s back. He drew it over her shoulders causing her to tremble. Turning his head toward Jamal and making unintelligible sounds, he held the whip up and nodded. Jamal shouted, “Yes! Yes, Mrs. Ryan, even the imbecile knows what you deserve!”

  Kathy, thinking Swart intended to whip her again, quickly got to her knees. With both hands she spread the hairless lips of her wet pussy. “Please, Swart!” she cried. “Please fuck me!”

  The dwarf scrambled around in back of her and stood up. “He’s not a man!” Jamal yelled. “Like you, he’s an animal. He can only do it like an animal. Like dogs in the street!”

  Quickly, Kathy lowered her head to the pillow. Bending her back and raising her hips, she once more spread her vaginal lips. The black dwarf stood behind her looking up at the video monitor. Madam Khe’s face appeared. “As Swart’s lover, Mrs. Ryan, you were not quite convincing. If you wish to cum, you will have to use t
he whip handle.”

  “No!” Kathy cried, “please Madam Khe, please tell him to...”

  Before she could finish, Madam Khe’s amplified voice filled the room. “Her ass, Swart! Fuck her ass!” Savagely, Swart drove his thick cock into Kathy’s small anus, tearing her. She screamed and struggled to free herself from him, but his powerful hands pulled her hips back until the terrible length of his prick was inside her.

  Sobbing, she took the whip and, reaching between her legs, slid the handle into her oozing cunt. Suddenly she felt Jamal climbing onto the bed. He knelt in front of her and, grabbing her hair, pulled her head up and forced it back. She found herself staring at his stiff milk white cock. “Suck!” he yelled. “Suck me!”

  “Do what he says,” Madam Khe commanded. Obediently, Kathy parted her lips to take him in her mouth.

  Holding her head with both hands, he furiously shoved his prick in and out. “I’m fucking your mouth, you filthy whore, fucking your mouth!” he shouted. A moment later, he came. He kept pumping hot spurts of thick cum until it ran from the corners of Kathy’s mouth down over her chin.

  The dwarf, making high pitched squeaking noises, came deep in Kathy’s ass. A moment later, Kathy’s orgasm sent her into a frenzy of writhing with the whip handle buried in her vagina.

  As Swart climbed off the bed, the door opened admitting Miko and Mi Jong. They led him out and closed the door behind them. Kathy withdrew the whip handle and buried her head in the pillow. Jamal stood beside the bed glaring down at her and shouting, “Filth! You are filth! God will punish filth like you!”

  Madam Khe’s voice spoke from the loudspeakers, “Mr. Kedad, there is no need to wait for God. You can punish her here and now. She responds to the whip.” Kathy rolled over, her eyes wide with fright. “Stay as you were,” Madam Khe ordered, “or you will be taken to Abul.”

  “Please, Madam Khe,” Kathy began to beg, “Please no more. Please don’t let him!”

  Jamal had taken up the whip and stood at the foot of the bed, his face crimson with anger. The candlelight glinted on the trickle of Swart’s jism that had begun to ooze from Kathy’s anal opening. Once more, Madam Khe’s voice sounded from the speakers, “Offer your ass to the whip, Mrs. Ryan. Raise it up!”