The Facility

by Charles Arnold

  Again she tenderly touched his face. “You hurt me because you enjoy it.” She leaned even closer, “I love your mouth.” She pressed her parted lips over his. She felt his thick, flat tongue slide into her mouth, filling it. She felt it moving back and forth over her own tongue and thought of its size and its dark purple color. She imagined a flat, blind creature from the sea, slimy and hot. She felt her own tongue move under his. Suddenly her mouth filled with saliva, bathing both their tongues in her juices. She groaned and swallowed and opened her mouth wider, urging him deeper, feeling this monstrous living thing moving against the roof of her mouth, over her teeth, snaking like a fat eel along the inside of her cheeks. She felt the instinctive response of her own tongue rubbing against his.

  She found herself wishing their feet were bare so that she could feel his huge calloused heels and soles scraping like sandpaper over the tops of her tiny white feet...this obscene rubbing together of tongues and feet would close the circle.

  Impulsively, she twisted away and lifted up, “Please, honey, please,” she begged, “let me take off your shoes and mine. I want to feel your feet while I suck your tongue. Please let me.” She started to turn toward the foot of the bed.

  Vinnie’s chest was heaving. He was covered with sweat. His thick cock stuck up from his open fly like a heavy club. “Yeah,” he grunted, “yeah.”

  She unlaced his leather boots and tugged them off. His wool socks stunk with perspiration. Neither they nor his feet had been washed in a week. The sour smell both sickened and aroused her. The soles and heels of his huge feet were, as she knew they would be, covered with thick rough calluses, the skin hard and broken. His toenails were long and black with dirt. She turned over to face him and slid to the bottom of the bed until she had clamped his feet between her thighs. Then, very slowly, she began to inch herself forward along his body. She unbuttoned his pants and his shirt. “Let me feel your feet against my legs, honey. Press hard, honey, ahh, press harder. Curl your toes. Hurt me with your toenails.” He did, making curved scratches in her calves. Bending his knees, he slid down until she lay on top of him.

  When his feet began to rub against hers, she lifted her head and opened her mouth wide to accept his vile tongue. She groaned as it filled her mouth again. She sucked on it. Immediately she felt as she had before. She wanted this huge, gross, heartless man in a way that transcended anything she had ever experienced in the past. She braced her feet against the bedstead so that he could press and scrape his feet against them. She felt his splayed tongue move darkly in her mouth. She felt the hard, cracked skin of his feet rub against hers and his ragged toenails dig into her feet. She groaned deep inside again, and clutched his massive head holding his mouth tightly to her own...completing the circle.

  She felt his massive cock under her, hot and slick with sweat. Suddenly, she jerked her head back away from him. Her mouth filled with spit. She didn’t swallow. Looking down at the dark hole of his mouth she extended her tongue. A strand of saliva hung from its tip. He made a deep guttural noise in his throat and nodded. He opened his mouth wider and her saliva dropped into it. “Did you want it, my darling?” she whispered. He grunted and shook his head. “There’s more,” she said, “lots more.” This time with their parted lips barely touching, she emptied her mouth into his. He groaned and, arching up, pushed against her feet until she thought he might crush them.

  She rolled off him and quickly spun around so that she straddled his head and faced the foot of the bed. In front of her his massive cock glistened with sweat. He tried to touch it, but she pushed his hand away. “Not yet, honey, not yet,” she said. Her ass was directly above his face. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks. Richie’s cum, tinged with her blood, seeped from her puckered hole. “Do you want to lick it?” she said. “Do you want to lick where...where...Richie fucked me?”

  Again, Vinnie could do no more than grunt. She turned to look at him. His breath was coming in shallow rasping sounds. His eyes were focused hypnotically on her hole. Slowly, she lowered herself over his mouth but only far enough so that he had to raise his head to lick her. She felt his wide flat tongue on her anal opening. She closed her eyes remembering how, just a minute ago, his tongue had filled her mouth and slid back and forth over her own tongue. She lifted up out of reach. “Do you want more?” she whispered.

  “Uh...uh, more,” he managed to mutter.

  She reached out and lightly drew her fingernails along the length of his cock. It trembled and jerked as he groaned aloud. “Can you say ‘please’?” she asked softly.

  “Ah...ah...please,” he croaked.

  “Again,” she said.

  “Please, please let me...”

  She lowered herself once more but this time, spreading her ass cheeks wider, she sat with all of her weight directly on his open mouth. He lapped at her hole and tried to drive his tongue into it. She put one hand between her legs and rubbed her clitoris until she orgasmed. Crying out and grinding her ass against his face, she came a second time. With both hands between her legs, still writhing and quivering she fell forward and then rolled away from him. He tried to grab her, but she slid off the bed and, struggling to her feet, stumbled across the room, where she collapsed before Stein’s chair.

  Roaring curses, Vinnie charged after her but had taken only a few steps when Stein held up his hand, “Wait, my friend!” he shouted. “She tricked you and cheated you, but she’s going to atone for that I promise.” Stein nudged her with the tip of his shoe. “You made my friend look bad. You disobeyed his orders. Now you owe him. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

  Kathy lay there trembling, too exhausted to cry or speak. She had never been so aroused. She had never experienced an orgasm as powerful. But in the end there was an emptiness, an aching need that had not been met. Stein was right. She had turned Vinnie into a fool, a hulking supplicant begging to lick her anus. He had been no more masterful than Wally. She felt convinced that only Stein could give her what she needed and deserved.

  “Get up, Mrs. Ryan!” Stein shouted. “On your knees.” Painfully, Kathy did as he commanded. She was completely naked now, the red lipstick on her belly smeared with sweat, her breasts, too, were streaked with lipstick and the gloss that had coated her nipples. The bruise on her cheek had become purple. Beads of sweat covered her body and ran down her sides. The scratch marks on her legs and feet burned. Her swollen lips were dry. She knelt before Stein fighting against the physical and emotional exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm her.

  Vinnie shook his fist in her direction, “She didn’t do what I told her. She’s the same as all the other rich bitches. She likes bein’ the boss, givin’ orders. Well, goddamn it, I want that fuckin’ bitch and, goddamn it, I’m gonna have her, and she’s gonna pay for what she done!”

  “Yes, Vinnie,” Stein said. “You will have her and she will pay. But it will be better for you if she’s had a little time to recover. Suppose you take a quick shower and then Mrs. Ryan will apologize and give herself to you in the way she promised. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

  “Yes,” Kathy said, not looking at either of them.

  Vinnie glared at her, “Fuckin’ cunt,” he stuffed his limp prick into his pants and crossed to the bathroom.

  When he had closed the door, Stein began to speak, “You are a strong and clever woman, Mrs. Ryan. Clearly, Vinnie will not be able to give you what you need.” She nodded in agreement. “You need a man who is neither influenced by your beauty or defeated by your intelligent and sensual nature. You need to submit to a man who sees you as a receptacle and nothing more, a man who will use you for his selfish pleasure and cause you pain as he does so. Is that the kind of man you need, Mrs. Ryan?”

  “I believe it is,” she said. “At first I thought Wally might be right, and then, tonight Vinnie. But…but no one except…except…” She looked away.

  “Except who, Mrs. Ryan?”

  “You,” she said.

  “Ah, yes, but I am not at all inte
rested in you as a sexual partner.” She bowed her head. Her legs were beginning to cramp and she felt bone weary. “However,” Stein said, “there is someone.”

  Quickly she looked around the room. Richie was sitting on the bed watching her and pulling at the bulge in his pants. She turned back to Stein, “No! Surely you don’t mean him?”

  Stein smiled down at her, “He fits the description perfectly. He looks upon you as a thing...a thing to shove his prick into. That’s all you are to him. You will never be more to him than that. You will never charm or beguile Richie. He will never condescend to lick your ass or to say ‘please’. A receptacle, that’s all you are to him, all you will ever be.”

  “But...but...he’s an ignorant, pathetic, mindless cretin... I... I... couldn’t imagine subjecting myself to... to...”

  “Ah, Mrs. Ryan,” he interrupted, “but you already have. You have given Richie a gift you are able to give only once. You have given him your virgin ass. How did he receive that rare and precious offering? He took it as if it belonged to him. And I think it does...I think it does.”

  “No, what you’re suggesting is impossible. He’s ugly and filthy and...and unnatural. I couldn’t...I couldn’t...”

  “Yes, well, Richie’s father will return in a few minutes. I’m afraid big Vinnie will do you harm unless you beg for forgiveness and then satisfy him.”

  “Mr. Stein, please, I’m exhausted, worn out. I just want to go home.”

  Stein shifted his bulk. She saw the anger in his eyes, “I remind you,” he began harshly, “that you buried your husband today. If you had not insisted I visit you, he would be alive. I remind you that you looked at me across your husband’s grave and agreed to accompany me here this afternoon. I remind you that you asked me to chain you to the keg and you pleaded with Richie to fuck your ass. I remind you that you did not resist very much when his father raped you. And a few minutes ago, you begged him to fuck you again. Finally, I remind you that you promised Vinnie you would not cum until he gave you permission. A promise you immediately broke.” He paused. Tears formed in her eyes. “Retribution, Mrs. Ryan, retribution and penance are what’s called for here.”

  After a moment, she wiped the tears away and nodded. “Yes, you’re right. Whatever you think I must do...whatever punishment you propose I will accept.”

  “Good. First you need to appease Vinnie. Ask him to forgive you. Repent. Excite him again, get him hard, take whatever abuse he gives you and beg him to fuck your cunt, on the bed... doggie style.”

  “But might he not put it...put it...”

  “In your ass? No. His monstrous cock would cause you irreparable damage and probably hurt him as well. Besides, your ass belongs to...” He waited for her to finish the sentence.

  “Richie,” she said.

  “Yes, you’re learning, Mrs. Ryan, you’re learning. Now, we still have the penance, the question of punishment.”

  “But...but...Vinnie...”

  “Giving yourself to Vinnie is hardly punishment, Mrs. Ryan. I suspect that if you enter fully into the act you may even experience another orgasm. Pleasure is not punishment. Physical pain is punishment. Extreme humiliation is punishment. Being required to do something you find abhorrent is punishment. Remember you agreed to accept whatever punishment I devised.”

  “Yes, I did. I will accept it.”

  “Well then, since you humiliated Richie’s father by encouraging him to lick your anal opening, I think you might atone by servicing his son in the same way.”

  Kathy pushed herself back away from him, her eyes wide with disbelief, “You mean...you mean...”

  “I mean,” he cut her off, “that while the father fucks your cunt, the son will offer to your mouth his dirty anus. And you, Mrs. Ryan, will humbly and gratefully lick it clean. And when you have satisfied the father and cleansed the son’s shit hole, you will offer your own anal opening to Richie once more and ask him to please fuck it.”

  Kathy shook her head, “That’s obscene, sick, perverted… I…I…can’t…”

  “It’s penance, Mrs. Ryan. You keep forgetting why you came here.”

  She bowed her head. They sat in silence for several moments. The bathroom door opened. “Mrs. Ryan,” Stein said. She looked up. “Yes or no?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  Stein waved a hand at Richie, “Richie, my boy,” he called, “take off your trousers. Mrs. Ryan wants to do something that will please you.” Richie grunted and removed his torn sneakers and pants.

  Vinnie strode into the room wearing one of Stein’s soiled bathrobes. “What’s the fuckin’ cunt gonna do to make it up to me?” he growled, still angry.

  “Ah, Vinnie, old friend, just sit over there on the edge of the bed and part your legs. Mrs. Ryan regrets her earlier behavior. As we know, she adored her husband. But the young man is in his grave. If he were not, his pretty wife would be making love to him tonight. Instead, she will make love to you just as she would have made love to him, just as she had promised earlier. Show us how you would love your dear Jeff, Mrs. Ryan, and let us hear the words you would say.”

  As she crawled back across the floor toward him, she thought of how, if it were possible, she would beg Jeff to forgive her for sending him away, for inviting Stein into their home, for going with Stein this afternoon. When she reached Vinnie, she prostrated herself before him. “Please, please forgive me. I was thoughtless, and deceptive, and selfish.” She reached forward and touched his bare foot. “I...I...I’m so ashamed of...of what I did. I want to...make it up to you. I want to be...to be your woman. I want to do whatever I can to please you.” She thought she had no more tears left but her eyes filled and the tears rolled down her cheeks.

  Vinnie grabbed her hair and yanked her up to a sitting position between his legs. “You ain’t nothin’ but a cunt. You know that. You ain’t worth shit. I’ll tell you what. You can stand up and do a little dance for me. Bounce your tits and shake your ass and show me your cunt. That’s just for starters.”

  Painfully Kathy got to her feet. She was still completely naked. She stepped back and, forcing herself up on her toes, she began to sway her hips. She ran her hands over her body and up to cup her breasts. She held them out toward him. Her long nipples stiffened immediately and she felt the color rise to her cheeks.

  “You’re forgetting the words again,” Stein called.

  Kathy moved closer to the scowling Vinnie and shook her breasts, “They’re yours, honey.” She pinched her nipples. “I love to feel your big hands on my breasts...I mean on my...my titties. I love you to play with...with my...my titties. I love you to pinch my nipples, pinch them hard, and make me hot.”

  “Your ass,” Vinnie ordered, “bend over and shake it.”

  Still on her toes, Kathy took several steps back and turned around. Placing her hands on her knees she wiggled her ass.

  “Spread,” Vinnie said.

  Quickly, she reached back and parted her ass cheeks. “Like this, honey? Is this what you want?”

  “You’re a fuckin’ slut.” Vinnie moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Get over here and lick my balls!”

  Kathy got to her knees again and crawled to him. His huge prick had started to stiffen. His heavy testicles hung over the edge of the bed. She cradled them gently in both hands and looked up at him.

  “Please, honey, forgive me. I want to love you...I want so much to love you...to love you good.”

  “Yeah, well how’s about you start makin’ love to my nuts.”

  Still looking at him she whispered, “Thank you, Vinnie honey, thank you.” He pulled his cock back. Holding his huge veined testicles in her hands, she began to kiss and lick them. Soon they were dripping with her saliva. She began to lick along the underside of his cock. Once more he grabbed her hair and forced her head back. Her swollen lips were wet. He held out his index finger. “Yes,” she said. She inched forward and opened her mouth and sucked it.

  Vinnie withdrew his finger. “You got
a slut mouth,” Vinnie said. “It’s only good for sucking fingers and pricks. Ain’t that right, bitch?”

  “Yes.” She remembered how gently Jeff had always kissed her. She remembered how often she found him looking at her across a dinner table in a fancy restaurant, just looking and smiling. And he would tell her she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She remembered once a big drunken thug like Vinnie had made a vulgar remark as they were waiting for their car after the theater. Jeff had slammed the hoodlum against the building and threatened to break his nose. During all of her childhood, her teens, the college years, and her married life with Jeff, she had never even spoken to ignorant, hateful men like Vinnie and Stein, or to animals like Richie. And tonight, she had groveled at their feet. She had given herself to them, debased herself horribly and forever.

  Vinnie grabbed her nipple and twisted it. She hadn’t the strength to scream, but she gasped in pain. Vinnie twisted it again, “When I ask a question, I don’t want to hear no fuckin’ ‘yes’. Tell us what your slut mouth is good for. Say it, goddamn you!”

  “Aggh...ahggh, please, you’re hurting me.” He released her nipple. Swallowing hard and fighting for breath she said, “You’re right, honey, my mouth...it’s only good for...for...sucking your fingers...only good for sucking your cock.”

  Stein shouted across to them, “And licking filthy assholes.” She froze for a moment and shutting her eyes and shaking her head.

  Vinnie pushed her down to his cock. “Is that right, cunt? You lick shitholes?” Hoping to distract him, she lifted his cock to her mouth and ran her tongue around his glans. “Answer me, cocksucker, you gonna clean Richie’s dirty hole with your tongue?”