Marriage

by Charles Arnold

  Abul rolled his chair away from the desk and swung it around. “Come over here between my legs and ask me to touch you.”

  With her hands still behind her neck, Kathy circled the desk and stood before him. “Please touch me,” she said. Abul just looked at her. She took a small step closer, “Please, Abul.....I...I...am naked for you...and...and my cunt is wet. Please, Abul.”

  Abul placed his calloused hands on her hips then moved them up to cup her breasts. Her stiff nipples darkened. “You like that, don’t you? You like Abul’s hands on your body?”

  “Yes, I do. I like to feel your rough hands on my naked body.” She paused. He pinched her nipples. She gasped and looked down at him, “I like the way you seem to...to own me.”

  “But it’s not ‘seem’, Mrs. Ryan, I do own you.”

  “Yes, Abul, you do own me. You can do whatever you wish with me.”

  “You would like me to fuck you, fuck you good right here on your husband’s desk? Tell me.” He twisted her nipples.

  Kathy closed her eyes to avoid looking at him, “Yes, Abul, I would like you to...to...fuck me here on my...my husband’s desk.”

  “And you would cum...you would cum many times while I rammed your cunt with my big prick. You would cum better than you ever came for him. Isn’t that the real truth?”

  The thought quickly flashed through her mind that what he’d just said might be the real truth. She knew that the sight of Abul’s huge, ugly prick sliding into her would make her cum immediately. She tried to dismiss it, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her, “Yes, Abul, the rough way you would take me...the...the length and thickness of your...cock.” She paused and swallowed. “If you were to...to fuck me, I know you would make me cum better than he did. I...I... would cum many times.” She looked away for a moment then back at him, “I don’t say this to please you, Abul. It would be better with you. Before...before you I always enjoyed making love but I never felt as I do now.”

  He leaned back and stared at her trying to determine if she was speaking the truth or just trying to flatter him. “And exactly how do you feel now, Mrs. Ryan?”

  Kathy herself wasn’t sure if she was being honest or deceptive. She feared she might be saying what she truly felt, “Now, Abul, since you, since my training, I think of...of...cumming and of little else. I think of how you own me, I think of serving Miss Kim and of giving myself to your rough friends at the Facility. I think of the whip. But mostly I think of how your cock feels in my mouth and in my...my ass. I imagine how you might one day rape me...how your great cock will feel as you drive it hard into me...as it fills my... my cunt.” She touched his face gently, “It’s true, Abul. I want very much for you to fuck me.” Kathy decided she’d been acting. Her words were lies. She simply had to escape from Gruber and his mad son. A survival mechanism had kicked in to make her deception seem to be the truth.

  Abul nodded thoughtfully. He believed her. “But we both know because of Mr. Satomi’s orders, I’m not going to fuck you. Instead, you’re going to get on your knees and suck me off while I sit in your husband’s chair. You want my cock...you want my cock in your hot mouth. Say it.”

  Kathy was ready to scream, prepared to crush his skull with Jeff’s paperweight. Abul pointed to the floor. She knelt and, looking down, whispered, “I’m on my knees for you, Abul. While you sit in my husband’s chair, I will suck you...suck your cock. I...I...want to feel your cock in my mouth.”

  Abul pointed to his fly. She zipped down his pants and reached to free his cock, which was hard. The fetid odor of his huge dark penis made her stomach turn. Abul tilted her head back. “Look up and tell me that you want to suck the prick of the man who murdered your husband. Ask me to play the tape again and to keep playing it so that you will hear his voice as you swallow my cum. Tell me that’s what you want and make me believe it.”

  “Please, Abul, have pity. What you ask is...is...”

  “What I ask is not possible,” he interrupted, “because you no longer wish me to consider this marriage proposal. Is that it?” He held her head so that she had to look into his fierce eyes. “You would rather live in a cage next to a dog. Is that what you were going to say?”

  “I...I...want...” she paused and had to start again. “I want to...to suck the prick of the man who...who...murdered my husband. I ask you. Abul, to play the tape again so that...so that when I swallow your cum I will be hearing my husband’s...voice.”

  He released her. Trembling, she inched forward and holding the base of his thick cock between her small hands, she lowered her mouth to its head. Upon hearing Jeff’s first words she recoiled, and the tears came to her eyes. “Hi Sweetheart. I thought I’d leave you .......” Fighting to control her emotions, she tried to blot out the sound of his voice. She wanted this to be over quickly, but knew Abul would make her suck for a long time. She skinned back the revolting bunched skin of his uncircumcised cock and took as much of its bulbous head in her mouth as she could.

  Abul pulled his cock back against his stomach. “Lick my balls and the underside,” he said. “But first look up at me and tell me you worship my big prick, you love the taste. Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, just how much you love to suck it.”

  Kathy had to speak above the sound of the tape recorder. “Naked here on my knees, I worship your prick, Abul.” Looking up at him she parted her lips and circled them with her tongue, “I have learned, Abul, to love it.” She lowered her head and began to lick his testicles as she masturbated him. The stench was unbearable. She heard Jeff excitedly talking about the vacation in the Caribbean he’d planned for them.

  Abul lifted her head. A thin strand of saliva hung from her lower lip to the head of his cock. “That’s right, Mrs. Ryan,” he said, “Make it wet, very wet. And I want kisses all along it. I want you to lick my balls until they drip with your spit.”

  “Yes, Abul, I’ll lick...I’ll kiss it...I’ll lick and kiss,” He released her. She gave up trying to make him cum quickly. Slowly and deliberately she kissed his prick and his testicles in the way he demanded. She thought to herself, ‘I am making love to it. I’m not just sucking him. I’m on my knees in my own house making love to this monster’s cock.’ The tape continued to play until Abul decided to cum. He timed his orgasm so that Jeff was saying, “Dear Kathy, I love you very much.”

  Kathy gagged and gobs of Abul’s cum dribbled down her chin to her breast. “Eat it!” Abul hissed, “Every drop!” Tearfully, Kathy bent her head to her breast and licked up the glutinous strands. “There’s some on your chin, push it back into your mouth,” Abul glared down at her. With two fingers, she scraped the cum from her chin. “Lick it off your fingers and lick it off your lips then tell me how much you enjoyed our little afternoon alone together.” Trembling, Kathy did as he ordered. His thick sperm tasted sour. She withdrew her fingers from her mouth and licked her lips. She looked up at him unable, for the moment, to speak. “While you’re at it, you might ask real nice if you can come to my bed tonight.” He waited.

  After a few moments, she said what he expected to hear, “I wanted to be alone with you. I wanted to take my clothes off for you and to feel your hands on my body. You...you always make me wet...make me hot. I wanted to kneel, naked, before you and...and make love to your cock.” She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. “Please, Abul, I would like very much to come to your bed tonight. Please give me permission to come to you. I will be pretty for you and...and excited. My pussy will be wet. I will kiss you over and over everywhere...make love to you all night if you wish.”

  “And how did you like hearing your dead husband’s voice while you swallowed his murderer’s cum. How did you like that, Mrs. Ryan?” Kathy bowed her head and was silent. Abul smacked her hard across her face and sent her falling sideward to the floor. She lay there stunned. There were no more tears.

  Slowly, she struggled to her knees. Crawling between his legs again she tentatively took the hand that had struck her and kissed it. “Please forgive me, Abul. It
’s just that...just that...”

  Roughly, he put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up. “I will let you come to me tonight, but only if you ask me to keep playing the tape while you make love to me.”

  “Yes, Abul, I’ll ask you to play the tape...to keep playing it while I make love to you.”

  He pulled out the file cabinet drawer and took from it a large fancy box. “This is the surprise gift he left for you. Come to the living room at nine o’clock wearing it and a pair of ‘fuck me’ heels. I want you to be looking good, you know...take time to make yourself look good, look better than ever. I want you to be hot...looking beautiful just for me. In the morning, depending on how satisfied I am, maybe we’ll talk about marriage.”

  “Thank you, Abul.” Unsteadily Kathy got to her feet and began to step into her skirt.

  “Leave that stuff,” Abul said. “Go like you are to Miko’s room. Tell her everything you did here this afternoon. Give her the box. She’ll bring it to you later.”

  “Yes, Abul,” Kathy took the box and started toward the door.

  As she put her hand on the knob, Abul called to her, “Mrs. Ryan.” She turned to face him. “You’ve said it before, but I like hearing it so tell me that your new lover is better than the old one. Tell me that you want to be my woman. Tell me that you’re glad I killed your husband.”

  Kathy’s impulse was to fling the door open and run until she dropped. Instead, she took a step back toward Abul. “I want to belong to you, Abul. You are a better lover than my husband was. I...I’m glad you took him from me so that I can be with you.”

  “Yes, that’s what I wish to hear. From now on I want you to say it when we’re alone or with others without me having to tell you. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Abul, I know what you want. I’ll say it.”

  With a wave of his hand, Abul dismissed her.

  Still shaking from her ordeal, she knocked on the door to Miko and Mi Jong’s room. Mi Jong opened it. “Why you naked?” she asked.

  Feeling her face turn scarlet Kathy said, “Abul wants me to be this way.”

  “You worse than Vietnamese slut,” Mi Jong said, stepping aside. Miko was sitting in a small-overstuffed chair by the window.

  Kathy handed her the box. “Abul said I was to give this to you.” Miko took it, placed it on the floor and gestured toward Mi Jong who approached Kathy with a tape measure.

  “Measurements change at Facility. Waist much smaller. Need to alter what’s in box,” Miko said. Quickly Mi Jong took Kathy’s measurements calling out the numbers to Miko who marked them on a pad.

  When they had finished, Miko nodded and looked up at Kathy apparently knowing that Kathy was to give her a report. Kathy avoided the woman’s accusing stare. “Abul wanted me to tell you what...what I did for him this afternoon.” Miko said nothing. Mi Jong sat down on the bed and, behind Kathy’s back, flashed a smile at her partner. Standing naked in front of the ugly old woman Kathy could see the contempt in her eyes. “I undressed and then I got on my knees and...and sucked him.”

  “That not all,” Miko said dryly.

  “No, you’re right. Abul turned on a tape recorder. It was a message for me from my husband. He made it just before he left on...on...”

  “On trip where, because of Abul and crazy doctor, he is killed.”

  “Yes. My husband’s voice...I mean the tape...it played while I...while I sucked Abul.” Kathy knew that since Abul would get a full report from the women she didn’t dare leave anything out. “Before I left, I told Abul that I consider him a better lover...a better lover than my husband was. I said that I am grateful to be his woman.” She paused hating to say the last words. “I confessed to Abul that I am glad he took my husband from me because now I am Abul’s woman.”

  Miko shook her head, “Mi Jong is right. You thousand times worse than slut Kim. You disgrace memory of good husband is his own house.”

  Although her head ached and her eyes burned, Kathy felt she might burst into tears again. “What you say is true, Miko. I disgrace the memory of my good husband in his own house.”

  Chapter Ten – Proposal

  Back in her own room, Kathy flung herself down on the bed. She buried her head in the pillow as spasms of despair shook her body. She had cried so much this afternoon there were no more tears. After quieting down, she tried to sleep, but in her head Jeff’s tape kept playing and she saw herself on her knees licking the underside of Abul’s horrible cock while he leaned back in Jeff’s chair, grinning down at her.

  When sleep would not come, she went into the small bathroom and ran a tub of hot water and soon lay back soaking in a blanket of fragrant bubbles. Trying to block the memory of the afternoon from her mind, she concentrated on the fact that unless she succeeded in convincing Abul to marry her, she would shortly be handed over to Freddie. It was this fear that had made her do and say those things this afternoon. It came down to a matter of survival, both for her and for Mary Margaret.

  After her bath, she once more rubbed herself vigorously with the heavily scented oil. She suspected that the device and chemicals they used at the Facility to remove the hair in her pubic and anal areas had been created by Gruber. These remained perfectly smooth and free of the slightest blemish. She sat, naked, before the mirror of the dressing table. Her buffed body gleamed under the soft light. Even though her nail polish wasn’t chipped, she removed it anyway. She trimmed, filed, and painted her fingernails and then her toenails with the dark red lacquer, which would match the lipstick she knew Abul preferred. Not long ago most of the choices she’d made regarding her makeup were governed by what she thought would please Jeff. Now, she found herself giving much more careful thought to what would best meet with Abul’s approval. Even in the smallest matters of dress or cosmetics, she asked herself if Abul would approve...if this shade or that would please him. It occurred to her that although she wanted Jeff to be pleased with her appearance, she had been more interested in pleasing herself. She would never have used dark red lipstick and gloss, or the vulgar color she’d just applied to her fingernails and toenails. She’d never gone without a bra and panties. She’d never worn the obscene shoes, the short skirts, the transparent blouses that she wore to please the man who had murdered her dear Jeff. She was dismayed to realize how carefully she now made each choice based on what she thought Abul would prefer.

  She was sure Miko and Mi Jong would not bring her gown for another hour. After she’d brushed her jet-black hair to a lustrous sheen, she began to apply the cosmetics. Abul had insisted she look good when she came to him tonight. He had said it twice. She knew that meant she must apply heavy makeup, but tasteful rather than sluttish. Strange, she thought, how she’d come to understand his preferences. True, she felt compelled to please him, but she also wanted him to realize that never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined possessing a woman like her. Sadly, she again admitted to herself, she was anxious for his approval. She had to make him aware of the vast difference between herself and someone like Kim. With a shudder, she also realized she would have to please him in ways the vulgar Asian girl never had.

  It dawned on her that she felt truly nervous. It seemed incomprehensible that she was making all these careful preparations to please the man she most hated in the world. Kathy was actually fearful Abul might not find her beautiful, might not find her desirable. And in a few minutes she would be on her knees begging the ugly foreigner to marry her!

  Taking her time, she darkened her thick lashes. With a blue-green mascara, she painted her eyelids and feathered the color out under her arched eyebrows. With a dark red liner she exaggerated the fullness of her lips then filled in the outline with lipstick. She knew it was his favorite color. She studied her mouth thinking about the many times she’d pressed her lips against Abul’s, thinking about how often she had parted them to accept his huge prick, the times she had lowered her head to kiss his filthy feet. And tonight she would do all of those things again and more. She decided to wa
it until the last moment to coat her lips with the gloss. Painfully, she realized again that she had never taken such meticulous care to make herself beautiful for any man, not even Jeff.

  Looking into the mirror she was satisfied. Her black hair framed her pale oval face. She had high cheekbones, a perfectly formed thin nose, and startling bright blue eyes. Her mouth was made, as Jeff had often said, for kissing...soft full lips. People had often commented that she looked very much like a beautiful early movie star named Louise Brooks. Staring at the reflection in the mirror, she saw that they were right. To submit to the brute upstairs was obscene. To marry him was unthinkable. Yet, she was now about to give herself to him completely in the desperate hope that he might agree to take her as his wife.

  Half an hour before she was to go to Abul, Miko and Mi Jong entered without knocking. Kathy, still naked, turned toward them. She noticed that the usually taciturn women seemed surprised. “Why,” Miko began, “do the gods give slut woman like you good looks?” She pointed to the bed. “You do enema and use KY?”

  Kathy reddened, “I did the enema but was just about to apply the KY when you came in.”

  “Do it after. First, we rub new stuff from Doctor into ass and cunt. He says twice as strong as stuff we use at Facility.”

  “Miko...I...don’t think...”

  “Get on bed,” Miko said sternly. “You not supposed to think.”

  The two women spread the colorless salve over her parted pussy lips and pushed it far up into her vagina. Then, they rolled her over and repeated the procedure around and into her anal opening. When they’d finished, Mi Jong chuckled, “Doctor Gruber say it not take hold for awhile. When it does you gonna want something real bad. Won’t matter what: clit brushes, vibrator, fingers, whip handle, dildo, Abul’s big cock.”