The Facility

by Charles Arnold

  A cold shiver went through her. “I…I don’t know,” she said softly.

  “Jesus, there ain’t nothin’ you won’t stoop to. Why? Why the fuck you gonna do that?”

  “Because...because...Mr. Stein...I mean, I thought if you watched me...watched me...do it to...to Richie, it might help to make up for...might prove to you that...that I’m sorry.”

  “It won’t prove nothin’. But I’ll like it. I’ll like seeing the college cunt suckin' my son’s asshole. Yeah, that’ll be real good.”

  Stein gestured to Richie, “Get up there, up at the head of the bed. Get on your knees and bend over. Stick your ass in the air.” Slobbering and muttering unintelligibly, Richie followed his directions. His pale bony ass was streaked with sweat and dirt, the hairs in his crack matted together.

  Vinnie looked over at Stein. “The son-of-a-bitch smells like shit,” he said.

  “We knew he would, didn’t we, Mrs. Ryan?”

  She barely heard him. Her head was spinning and she thought she might collapse. “Yes,” she said weakly, “yes, we thought he would.”

  Stein chuckled, “Is your cunt hot and wet, Mrs. Ryan? If you’re anxious for your lover to fuck it, you should tell him.”

  Lifting her head to look at Vinnie she said, “I...I...love you. You are a...a... real man.”

  “Not like your faggot husband,” Vinnie chided.

  “Yes, not like...not like...”

  “What are you, a fuckin’ broken record? Say it!”

  “Not like my faggot husband.” Both of her small hands were around his huge cock. She stroked it, keeping him hard. “I love your cock.” Quickly she lowered her head and kissed it. She looked up at him. “I love it, honey, truly. It...it’s bigger than...than his was...thicker and harder. He never...never fucked me the way you did. Never took me the way a strong man takes a woman. Please take me again like that. Please, honey, fuck me hard.” She felt a rush of heat engorge her nipples and flow down to swell her clitoris.

  He pulled her up to stand before him and viciously clamped his hand over her pussy as he had earlier. “Whose?” he sneered.

  “It...it...my cunt belongs to you. I belong to you.”

  Stein rolled his chair further toward them for a closer look. “Yes, Mrs. Ryan,” he said. “earlier this evening you printed the words on your stomach and now you are saying them, but they are only words. Perhaps there’s a way to prove that your hot cunt does indeed belong to Vinnie?”

  Vinnie released her so that she could turn toward Stein. “I...I...don’t know how...,” she began.

  “If, as you say, your cunt now belongs to Vinnie, he should have access to it whenever he wishes.”

  “That’s fuckin’ right!” Vinnie yelled. “If your hot cunt belongs to me I don’t have to ask for it...don’t ever have to ask for it.”

  Kathy looked at Vinnie, then back at Stein, not sure what they wanted. Stein smiled at her. “To demonstrate that you mean what you say, Mrs. Ryan, you need to be available to Vinnie whenever he wants to fuck you.”

  “But how...,” Kathy beginning to understand what Stein was after, felt the tears well up in her eyes again.

  “You might move in with Vinnie. However, that’s a solution I don’t recommend, since it would be inconvenient for him to have you in his house, such as it is. However, you could give him a key to your house and tell him he is most welcome to use it whenever he wants fucked.”

  Kathy shook her head, “A key to my house...give this...this...,” she glanced in horror at the gross brute who lay on the bed stroking his thick cock. “No...no...that’s impossible.”

  “I remind you,” Stein said quietly, “we buried your husband this afternoon. You are, as you’ve admitted, at least partly responsible for his death. I also remind you that you came here directly from the cemetery of your own free will. Since your arrival, Vinnie has given you two orgasms and is about to give you a third. I daresay that has never happened to you, Mrs. Ryan.” He waited. She shook her head. “Now,” Stein continued, “you’ve offered yourself to him. You’ve said that your cunt belongs to him.” He paused. She bowed her head. “The key, Mrs. Ryan, and an invitation to your bed. An open invitation to fuck you in your fancy bed as often as he wishes and to stay as long as he chooses. You might also indicate how you will prepare to receive him.”

  She turned to face Vinnie, who grinned at her. “I will give you...give you a set of keys to my house. I invite you to come there whenever you want me. I will make myself pretty for you and wear things that I hope will please and excite you. I will welcome you into my...my bed. I’ll do whatever you want. Anything...anything you want. You can always stay as long as you wish.” She looked back at Stein.

  “Describe what’s been happening to your pussy, and tell him once again who you’ve given it to.”

  She took a step toward Vinnie. “My...pussy...I...I mean, my cunt is hot and wet. My cunt belongs to you.”

  Roughly he swung her onto the bed behind Richie. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said. He kneeled behind her, positioning the head of his prick at her vaginal lips.

  She glanced back at him, “Please, honey. Please fuck me,” she pleaded.

  He rubbed the head of his cock along the slickness of her crack, teasing her. “Yeah, Miss Rich Bitch, looks like you can’t get enough of old Vinnie. If I have a key to your place and you’re always there waitin' for me to fuck you, and you ain’t fuckin’ nobody else, what’s that make you?” He pushed the tip of his cock into her but quickly withdrew.

  Kathy groaned and tried to move back against him. “It...it...make me yours, your woman.”

  “Wrong,” Vinnie winked across at Stein, “it makes you my private whore. He slapped her ass hard. “Say it,” he demanded, “say what you are.”

  She made her hands into tight fists and squeezed her eyes shut summoning all of her strength to defy him. He was a bully, an ugly, repulsive, bully. In her entire life, she had never met a vulgar low-life like Vinnie. Stein was no better, and the drooling retard Richie was worse than both of them. Here she was, naked on Stein’s filthy bed, telling the sweating pig behind her that she was his, begging him to fuck her… My God! Only a few hours ago, she had buried her husband!

  Stein was quick to notice how tense she had become. “I see you are hesitating, Mrs. Ryan. Remember, no one forced you to come here. Now, tell me did you want to cum or did you need to cum?”

  “Need,” Kathy answered.

  “Yes, of course.” Stein said. “One more question. Do you want to be Vinnie’s private whore or do you need to be Vinnie’s private whore?”

  Vinnie rubbed his prick along her glistening pussy lips again. She caught her breath. “Need,” she whispered.

  Stein nodded, smiling, “Need means you have no control over it. I will ask Vinnie’s question once more. We’d like to hear your answer and know that it is freely given, that we have not forced it. We’d also like to know what you think it means to be a man’s private whore.”

  Vinnie kept teasing her clitoris with the head of his cock. In front of her was the dark, pimpled crack of Richie’s foul smelling ass. “I...I...state that no one here has forced me to be what I have now agreed to become.” She paused.

  “Which is?” Stein asked.

  “Vinnie’s private whore. I will belong to him...be his private whore for as long as he will have me.”

  “And that means?” Stein questioned.

  Kathy could feel the blood rush to her cheeks and then to her breasts and hard nipples. “If I am Vinnie’s private whore it means I will have sex with no one else but him.”

  “Unless...” Stein prompted.

  It was all happening so fast. Kathy hadn’t considered the full implications of what they were asking. Now she knew. “I...I won’t have sex with anyone but Vinnie, unless he wants me to...to...have sex with others...his friends.”

  Stein could see that her breath was coming quickly now. “And what services might you perform for Vinnie’s friends?
” Vinnie reached forward to roll her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

  She tried to suppress a low moan but couldn’t. “I’ll do whatever he wants me to do.” They waited. “Undress in front of them, tease, make love, offer my breasts..., my mouth...suck their...their cocks if that’s what he wants me to do...offer my...my cunt, beg to be fucked.” She paused and swallowed. “I...I’ll offer him...them...his friends...my...my ass to be fucked.” Stein leaned back in his chair and nodded at Vinnie.

  Vinnie slapped her ass cheek, “And how do whores get their main man a little spending money?” he asked.

  “They...they prostitute themselves.”

  Stein chuckled, “Explain exactly what that means and specifically what it means in this new relationship you’ve begun with Vinnie.”

  Vinnie slapped her other cheek, then reached forward and began to rub her clit with his calloused thumb. Kathy drew in her breath, uttered a little cry, and then whispered, “Some women offer themselves to strangers for money...they fuck strangers for money. I...I...will do that. Fuck strangers, I mean. They will pay me and I’ll give the money to Vinnie.”

  “Good,” Vinnie grunted, “now what do you want, Widow Ryan?”

  “Please,” she said, looking back at him, “please fuck me.”

  “Not till I see you got your tongue in Richie’s crack,” he said.

  Richie backed toward her and spread his ass cheeks. The foul stench of urine and body odor brought the gorge up into her throat. She tried not to see the pimpled black ring of his hole.

  She heard Stein laughing, “Tell her, Richie,” he shouted. “Tell her what to do.”

  “L...l...li...lick it,” Richie sputtered.

  Closing her eyes, she stretched forward. She held her breath for as long as she could, then pulled back. She coughed and choked trying to dispel the foul odor. She felt the bile rise up into her throat.

  “Du...du...do it!” Richie shouted. She shook her head violently and began to retch.

  Stein quickly saw that she would vomit if he pushed her further. “Never mind,” he called out. “I think she’s apologized enough, Vinnie. Take her. Fuck her good.”

  She felt Vinnie’s huge prick push into her cunt, stretching it painfully. He began to move in and out with slow steady strokes. She moved to his rhythm, immediately feeling her orgasm beginning to build.

  Stein called out to her, “Tell us who you belong to.”

  Vinnie was slamming into her now, quick hard strokes. She lifted her head. “Uh...uh...I belong to Vinnie,” she gasped.

  Vinnie pulled his cock out and teased her clit with its tip. She tried to push back, but he smacked her ass hard.

  Stein nodded and signaled to Vinnie who quickly drove his prick into her. He held her hips and fucked her like a wild animal, grunting and slamming his balls against her ass. Richie, slobbering and stuttering, had turned around, his stiff cock inches from Kathy’s face... Stein had rolled his chair closer to the bed. “Suck, Mrs. Ryan, suck it,” he hissed.

  The horrible stench and the bitter, sour taste of him was unbearable. But at the same time, she felt Vinnie’s cock pounding into her and knew that she was on the edge of a shattering orgasm. She was aware, too, that Vinnie was ready to cum. “Yeah!” he cried, “do it, you fuckin’ bitch! Suck him off!”

  She took Richie’s filthy cock into her mouth. A moment later, Vinnie’s thick, hot jism filled her cunt. She came violently. She moaned and tried to milk Vinnie’s cock, tried to hold him in her as long as she could. Finally, she felt him slide out. In a moment he was standing beside the bed. He had grabbed her hair again and pulled her over to his crotch. She thought he wanted her to suck the last drops of cum from his cock. She leaned forward and opened her mouth. Roughly, he flung her back on the bed and stepped away.

  She turned away from him. She took up a handful of the soiled sheet and rubbed it fiercely over her lips, sobbing and spitting. Vaguely she felt Richie moving around behind her. “No...” she whispered hoarsely, “no more...no more.”

  Stein leaned close to her. “He’s the one you need, Mrs. Ryan. Richie’s the only one who can give you what you need.” She lay there shaking her head, crying quietly. Richie, pulling at his stiff cock, looked at Stein who gestured for him to wait a moment. Stein touched Kathy’s arm, “You know I’m right,” he said. “I think you want to get on your knees and put your head on the pillow. I think you want to spread your cheeks. I think there’s something you want to ask Richie to do for you.”

  Slowly and painfully, she rolled over. Not looking at Stein, she lay her head on the pillow. She got to her knees. Richie stood behind her on the bed. “Higher,” Stein ordered. She moved her knees forward and lifted her ass. “Yes,” Stein said, “now, spread for your new lover and ask.”

  Kathy reached back and parted her ass cheeks. “Please, Richie,” she whispered, “Fuck my ass.”

  She never gave her keys to Vinnie. She never became his private whore. Two weeks later she was the legally married wife of Richie, his imbecile son.

  But now, on the night before her trial, the repressed memory had risen to the surface. There, in Stein’s quarters, without Miko’s words or drugs, she had almost performed the vile act. She had come very close. Perhaps tomorrow she might be able to do it. Might be able to do what she was certain Abul would demand.

  See author’s note at the end of the novel*

  Chapter Twelve – The Trial

  On the day of the trial, after the ritual with the candle and bowl, Kathy was made to take a sedative. She slept until evening. Miko shook her awake. During the preparations, very few words were spoken. Kathy was given an enema, then a hot bath after which Mi Jong dried her and led her to the bed. Once more, her body was vigorously rubbed with the white oil, her nails painted, and her hair brushed until it shone. The make-up they applied this time was, except for her eyes, understated. A rosy pink lipstick and gloss coated her lips. Kathy was surprised to see the gown they brought her. It was made of fine white cotton. It had capped sleeves, a modest scooped neckline, and hung to the floor. There were no openings, no slits, nothing cheaply provocative. Although it was simply cut, it clung tightly to her body, and the thin material showed that under it she was naked. In a curious way, it seemed to reveal her body more than anything she had been required to wear since her arrival. The gown accented the firm roundness of her buttocks and the high swell of her breasts. Against the thin white cloth, the pink of her pointed nipples was visible. She walked across to the full-length mirror and could see the shadowy outline of her legs under the gown. Viewing her reflection in the mirror, she said, “I look sacrificial.”

  Miko nodded, “Madam Khe pick gown. She decide how you dress this time. Not Abul.”

  “Yes, of course, I should have known.” For the past hour Kathy had put from her mind all thought of the trial. Now, however, the prospect of it and the horrible consequences of failure filled her with dread. She turned away from the mirror and sat at the make-up table. “Miko,” she looked directly at the solemn Japanese, “I’m frightened, scared to death. I can’t do it. I can’t go out there.”

  “Must do,” Miko said sternly. “Many important people come long way. Mr. Satomi must not lose respect. You will go if we have to drag you.”

  “Please, Miko,” Kathy’s voice shook, “get your needles. Inject me with the drug. Maybe then...”

  “No drugs,” Miko cut her off. “Madam Khe’s strict orders. No drugs.”

  “What about the cap, then? The brushes?” Kathy pleaded.

  “No brushes either. No nothing.”

  The wall speakers crackled and a voice spoke from them, “The guests have assembled. Bring the woman to the reception hall.” Kathy looked down at her bare feet.

  “No shoes,” Miko said. Kathy stood. Miko and Mi Jong took their places on either side of her. Once more, the three women made their way down the long hall to the huge wooden doors of the reception room.

  Even though Kathy had anticipated someth
ing special, she was not prepared for what greeted her as the doors swung open. At the far end of the room a bank of upholstered chairs had been arranged on three carpeted risers. The men wore tuxedos. The women accompanying them were dressed in expensive designer gowns. Black velvet masks covered the eyes of each member of the audience. It seemed that they had all been talking before the doors opened, but as Kathy, Miko, and Mi Jong entered they became silent. Kathy noticed the women, after looking in her direction, whisper to each other.

  Sitting at the center of the first row was Mr. Satomi. To his right sat what appeared to be a small woman who was completely covered with a black caftan that draped over the arms of her chair and hung to the floor. Her eyes were hidden behind a mask, the lower part of her face and her hair were covered with the caftan. Next to her, Kathy recognized Madam Khe. To Mr. Satomi’s left, dressed in a white caftan and wearing an elaborate turban in addition to his mask, was Abul. Standing at the far side of the front row next to his Master, Narimov, was Swart, the black dwarf. His massive chest was partially covered by a black leather vest. His tight leather pants were zipped up. He, too, wore a mask. In his right hand, he held the familiar leather whip.

  A stage had been erected so that it faced the audience. From overhead pipes hung several stage lights as well as ropes on pulleys. In the half-light she caught the glint of metal studded cuffs dangling at the ends of the ropes. The floor of the stage was covered with a thick white carpet.

  Miko and Mi Jong led Kathy to the steps at the back of the stage and, after mounting them with her, Miko whispered, “Go to the front and kneel. Abul will tell you what you are to do.” Kathy noticed to one side near the back, the folding screen had been set up. Behind the screen was a stool and a small table with a mirror.

  Except for the circle of light that followed her from above, the room was now in complete darkness. The striking beauty of this young woman, obviously naked under the thin cotton gown, caused a murmur of appreciation in the audience. They leaned forward to observe her more closely. A few feet from the edge of the stage, Kathy gracefully got to her knees and bowed her head. Her mouth had gone dry. Inside, she felt empty and sick. She fought to keep her hands from trembling as she folded them in her lap.