Marriage

by Charles Arnold

  She studied the photograph and felt the tears well up in her eyes. “No, I don’t think so.” Quickly, she took another sip from her glass. “I think just a few very lucky people get to be that happy only once in their lifetime.”

  Abul put the picture back on the table. His hand moved up to cup her breast. Once more, she was aware that this ignorant brute took liberties with her body that she’d never even given to Jeff. He lifted his glass and touched hers with it. “A toast, Mrs. Ryan,” he stared at her, unsmiling, “to the lucky bridegroom in the photograph. A toast to the man whose death made you my woman. A toast to your Jeff.” He clicked his glass against hers a second time, “Say it,” he ordered. His rough, calloused hand tightened on her breast as he pulled her closer.

  Swallowing hard, Kathy said, “To Jeff.” They both drank.

  “Another toast,” Abul held up his glass again. “To Abul, the man who murdered your husband. May Abul enjoy the many pleasures of your body for a very long time.” He nodded indicating Kathy was to repeat the toast.

  She bowed her head and sat in silence. Abul touched the remote. The brushes spun for just a moment. Kathy closed her eyes and shivered, but remained silent. “You want the brushes and you want a marriage,” Abul said angrily.

  After another moment, Kathy lifted her head and raised her glass to his, “To Abul,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper, “the man who murdered my husband.” Quickly she finished the bourbon, put down her glass, and reached out to touch his face, “May you enjoy my body, may you enjoy the many pleasures of my body for a very long time.” He put down his glass and tightened his arm around her waist. With his other hand, squeezed her nipple. Then, he touched the remote. The brushes turned slowly.

  “Yes,” he said, “I fully intend to enjoy the body of Jeff’s wife for a very long time.” He waited, allowing the brushes to spin. “Show me that it belongs to me now.” Kathy made a small sound in her throat. “Show me how the widow Ryan seals a sacred pledge?” he asked, twisting her nipple.

  Kathy looked directly at him, pleading that he not stop the brushes. His thin lips were wet. She licked her own lips. “I seal my sacred pledge to you, Abul, like this,” she said. Trembling, she pressed her open mouth against his and darted her tongue into it. Slowly, she moved her tongue over the stubs of his teeth and rubbed it against his tongue. He let the brushes spin. Kathy moaned and turned so that her body pressed hard against his. She put her hands behind his head and continued to tongue kiss him until she felt ready to explode in a powerful orgasm. Sensing this, he touched the remote and the brushes stopped.

  Kathy drew back, “Please, Abul...oh, please let me...

  “Not yet,” he grinned, “we have all night, Mrs. Ryan. Do you want to make love to me?”

  “Yes, Abul, I want very much to make love to you.” She knew he could tell she didn’t mean it...that all she wanted was to feel the brushes spin against her clit. She lifted his hand to her breast and, looking directly at him, she reached through the opening of his robe and began to stroke his cock. “We do have all night, Abul,” she said. “How hard your cock is!” She touched her lips lightly to his and drew back, then did it a second time and a third, teasing him. Her tiny hand moved slowly on his cock. Again looking into his ugly face, she said softly, “I want you Abul. I hate the man who killed my husband and yet as impossibly obscene as it seems to me, I’ve come to realize I need you and I want you very much.” She brushed her lips against his and whispered into his mouth, “And I know you want me. I belong to you now, completely...tonight and every night.”

  He lifted her off his lap and stood. “Come,” he said. He strode down the hall to the master bedroom. Kathy followed behind. As they entered, she was struck by the changes that had been made. The wall behind the bed and the wall facing the bed had been paneled with glass mirrors. Against the wall opposite the bed was a tall, plain wooden stool. The rug between it and the foot of the bed had been removed to create a marble walk three feet wide. The large black squares of marble contrasted sharply with the white rug that covered the rest of the floor. She frowned when she noticed that at the foot of the bed there had been constructed a kneeling bench exactly like those she had knelt on to receive Communion in the Catholic Church.

  Abul got into the bed, and leaned back against the pillows. He gestured toward the stool. “Sit, Mrs. Ryan, I have some things to tell you.” Awkwardly, Kathy climbed up on the stool and sat facing him. She bowed her head, not wanting to look at the bottoms of his huge dirty feet, which he had propped at the bottom edge of the bed. He noticed and smiled. “My prick in your mouth or in your ass doesn’t repulse you nearly as much as having to press your pretty lips to my toes, isn’t that right?”

  She looked up at him, a flash of anger in her eyes, “You are right, Abul. To be made to do that, to show you respect in that disgusting way is...is...for me the most abhorrent, most humiliating, most painful thing.” Immediately, she regretted speaking so honestly. But he had long ago realized what she hated above everything else, so admitting it probably wouldn’t make any difference.

  “Take the position, Mrs. Ryan,” he ordered. She sat up straight and, as she’d been taught, clasped her hands behind her neck and arched her back. The tight gold dress prevented her from spreading her legs. She was glad he couldn’t see her pussy. The heat from Miko’s salve continued to intensify. She knew she was dripping wet. Abul peered at her over the rim of the glass he still had in his hand, “Mr. Satomi informed me several days ago of the two options he planned to offer you. We both were certain you would much prefer to be my wife than to be Freddie’s pet.” He sipped his drink before continuing. “Knowing that you would come back here begging me to marry you, I made the changes you see here. Only if you pass some tests tonight and agree to some conditions, will I consider marrying you. If you fail in any way, you’ll be on a plane to the Doctor’s estate in the morning. Is that clear?”

  Against her fingers behind her neck, she felt the collar of Freddie’s dog, and in her stomach was the old familiar sinking feeling. “I understand, Abul. I will agree to whatever conditions you impose and will do my best to please you tonight...and...and every night from now on.”

  Abul untied his robe and placed a hand on his limp cock. “If I agree to take you as my wife, you will sleep in the room downstairs unless I send for you to service me or guests I might have here.” Kathy suppressed a smile. She wouldn’t be required to sleep with him every night. Abul continued, “If you are to be used by me or others, Miko will let you know in time for you to prepare with an enema, the KY, makeup, and provocative dress. Any time you leave your basement room, you must look desirable.” He paused, “At times you will suck the cocks of men I bring here. At other times they will fuck your ass. At entertainments you will be whipped and made to perform in other ways. Then you will be taken by anyone who wants you.” He waited for her to respond.

  “Yes, of course, Abul. I want you to be pleased...to always be pleased. I will do my best to make myself desirable to you and the men you bring to my...to our house. I will offer myself to them in any way you wish.” She longed for him to pick up the remote and let the brushes spin.

  “When I am alone there is a routine you must follow when I send for you to come to me in this room.” He leaned forward and spoke slowly, “You will, upon entering, sit on the stool just as you are now, and take the position. If I am in the bed facing you, your legs must be spread giving me a full view of your cunt. I will expect your cunt to be inviting...to be wet,” He reached over to the nightstand and, instead of the remote, picked up a small silver bell. “You will learn, like a trained animal, to obey the bell.” He held it between his thumb and index finger and shook it. “On the first ring, you will get down off your stool and walk slowly to the kneeling bench. I had the marble installed because I want to hear the sound of your heels. When you get to the bench, you will kneel as if you were participating in that religious ceremony you call communion.” He smiled showing his brok
en teeth, “You will be participating in a new kind of communion,” he said. Pointing to the place where she was to kneel, he continued, “There is something printed on the wooden part of the bench. Before getting to your knees, you will read it aloud. My feet, which disgust you so much will be, as you see them now, bare and resting on the edge of the bed. The bench has been designed so that when you kneel on it, your face will be even with my feet and only an inch or two from them.”

  Kathy closed her eyes and shook her head, “Please, Abul...” she began.

  “Perhaps you would rather mate with Freddie’s big black dog?”

  A shudder passed through Kathy’s body. “I...I’m sorry Abul. I will do as you say.” She paused, then lifted her head to look at him, “In time...perhaps, after awhile I will learn to...to...accept it.”

  “Yes, not only accept but desire it. After you have spoken the words, you will kneel. As soon as your knees touch the kneeling pad, a circuit will be triggered to activate the tape recorder. I will ring the bell a second time. It is then that you will lick the bottoms of my feet, from the heel, along the sole, to the toes. On the tape you will be hearing your husband’s last words to you.”

  Kathy thought to herself that he couldn’t possibly have devised a more unbearable punishment. To humiliate herself in such a despicable way here in her own home while listening to Jeff’s loving voice would be unendurable. Abul was waiting for her response. “You require much of me, Abul, but I see no alternative. I agree to your conditions.” The burning itch in her vagina and anal passage seemed to spread through her body bringing another flush of red to her cheeks and breasts.

  Abul let her see that he was aware of what was happening. “Ahh, but I’m not finished, Mrs. Ryan. You will lick until I ring the bell again. I intend to keep you at your task for a long time each night. It pleases me to think that your hot little tongue will be busily occupied, night after night, licking the soles of my feet.” He chuckled, “I may even fall asleep only to wake hours later with the pleasant sensation of your tongue caressing the bottoms of my toes. Repeat those instructions so that I know you understand.”

  “I...I...will begin licking when you ring the bell. I will not stop until you ring it again.”

  “Good. When your show of respect is over, you must always re-apply your lipstick. There will be cosmetics and a mirror on the right side of the bench. After you’ve made yourself acceptable, you will, if you are still wearing something, remove it and come into the bed. Here, you will make love to me. You will speak words of love and admit that you felt honored to kneel at my feet. You will admit that your mouth and tongue are pleased to take communion from the feet of Abul.” He noticed Kathy flinch and look away. “You will beg for my prick...beg to suck it...beg to feel it in your ass.” She thought he was finished, but he smiled and went on, “Most importantly, Mrs. Ryan, without my telling you, I want to hear you say, often and with conviction, that you are glad I killed your husband...glad because his death has enabled you to become my wife and whore. I want to hear you say that little speech until it becomes a habit...until it becomes a part of your thinking.” He leaned forward glaring at her. “Look at me,” he demanded. When she did, he added in measured tones, “After awhile, after you’ve said it often enough and thought about it, thought about how your feelings for me are changing, then it’s quite possible you will mean it...you will truly be grateful to have become my woman.”

  Kathy thought she could be forced to say it and think it twenty-four hours a day for a hundred years and it wouldn’t diminish the intensity of her hatred for him one bit. She saw he was waiting for her to speak. Once more, she made herself rub the collar as a reminder of what awaited her if she refused. “I will try my best, Abul, to say and do the things you wish.” She paused. “And...and...in time I’m sure you will break my spirit. I will then live only for you. My every thought will be of you. My...my cunt will be wet when I come to you.”

  “And?”

  She glanced at his feet, “I will kneel on the communion bench and wait for you to ring the bell.”

  He finished his drink, then lay back and closed his eyes. Holding up the silver bell, he shook it. Heartsick, Kathy slid off her stool. Her heels clicked on the marble floor. She stood before the bench reading the inscription to herself. Tears formed and rolled down her cheeks as she read it aloud, “I, Kathy Ryan, now gratefully get on my knees to kiss the feet of Abul, the brave soldier who murdered my husband so that I might become his woman.”

  His eyes opened to narrow slits, Abul smiled, “Mrs. Ryan, your hot mouth and your tight little ass stimulate me, but what gives me the greatest pleasure is the power I have to make you suffer and then to watch you suffer.”

  Kathy looked down at his ugly feet, “Some of the things you make me say and do hurt much more than the whip.”

  “Yes, and you are about to do the one that hurts most, isn’t that correct?”

  “Yes, Abul, I’m about to do the one that hurts most.”

  “But as you said, in time you will answer the bell with gratitude and a loving mouth.” He leaned forward and looked at her closely, “I think even now the thought of what you are about to do has aroused you...has caused the warm juices to flow. Am I not correct?”

  Before she spoke, she knew that the color rising to her cheeks revealed the truth. “Yes, Abul,” she looked directly at him, “I’m at a loss to explain why, but you are right. I...I...hate that it happens, but the truth is, I can feel it...the wetness I mean. As you know, in your presence even though I try not to be, I am always...like this...always wet...always wanting...wanting what you give me.” She swallowed then licked her lips, “Please, Abul, if you would only...only...please, the brushes.”

  Still smiling, he closed his eyes again, “I suggest you begin, Mrs. Ryan. If, from your lips and tongue, I sense the affection...the love, perhaps I’ll give my little pet the small treat she desires.” He reached out to touch the remote. “A loving mouth, Mrs. Ryan, a loving mouth caressing my feet.” He opened his eyes and grinned at her, “And words, Mrs. Ryan, say the words. You know what is needed, yes?”

  Kathy nodded, “Yes, Abul, I’ve learned what you require.”

  As she knelt on the padded bench, Jeff’s voice filled the room. “Hi Sweetheart! I thought I’d leave you a little surprise to make you feel better while I’m gone.....” Kathy tried her best not to hear it. She stared at the bottoms of Abul’s feet, which were only inches from her. The heels and soles were a yellowish brown, hard and thickly calloused, imbedded with grit. The insteps were grey with sweat and dirt. The underside of his long crooked toes were also hard and filthy. Over the speakers Jeff was saying, “Kathy I love you so very much and I’m so very happy knowing that you love me.” Tentatively, her eyes closed, Kathy leaned forward and drew the tip of her tongue along the length of Abul’s right foot. She turned to his left foot and licked it in the same way. The burning itch in her vagina and anus intensified. She tried to think of something she could say or do that might get Abul to activate the brushes. It wouldn’t take much to bring her to a powerful orgasm.

  Opening her eyes, she turned back to his right foot and, held it between her hands. The wet trail her tongue had made sickened her. The taste in her mouth was salty and sour. She swallowed and forced herself to look up at Abul who was now watching her with amusement, “Serving you in this way excites me, Abul. It is both hateful to me, but also in some strange way it seems right...” Still looking at him, she ran her tongue over his toes. Abul shut off the recorder. She paused to look at him again. “Thank you, Abul. The sound of my husband’s voice comes between me and...and the kind of pleasure I wish to give you. I am learning,” she could feel the sticky wetness ooze from her pussy, “to be grateful to...to...you for doing what you did...grateful to you for taking my husband from me.”

  Quickly, she lowered her head and with the flat of her tongue slowly licked again from his heel to his toes. She tasted the grit, and the fetid odor made her stomach churn. She
paused desperately hoping he would pick up the remote, “It is right that I kneel before you and...and, as you said, show my respect by kissing your feet.” Looking into his mocking eyes, she licked her lips and kissed the tip of his big toe. “First, Abul, let me lick and then suck...suck your toes, make love to them with my mouth.” She took his other foot in her hands and, as before, placed the flat of her tongue on his heel and licked the underside of his foot. Again, looking up at him she whispered, “Please, Abul, I’m begging you...my...my mouth is hot...I..I...want to feel it in my mouth.”

  “Do it,” he said. “Keep looking up at me. Let me see in your eyes that you want to do it out of respect and because it makes you hot.” She looked into his face then, squeezing his foot, she took his big toe into her mouth and sucked it.

  She jerked and groaned when the brushes began to turn. Hoping he would let them continue, she sucked harder, running her tongue over the ragged edge of his long toenail and then under it. The brushes spun a little faster. She felt her orgasm building. She began to move her head up and down as she swirled her tongue over his toe as if she were sucking a cock. When he felt she was about to cum, he shut off the remote.

  She stared up at him, her mouth wet, her eyes shining, her breath coming fast, “Oh, please, Abul...please...let me cum...I feel as if I might...I might die if I don’t cum!”

  He leaned forward, “Someday soon, Mrs. Ryan, sucking my toes as you have just done will cause you to cum without the remote vibrating your cunt. You will beg to suck them because doing it will give you an orgasm. You will paint your warm lips, Mrs. Ryan, and kneel at my feet and beg to do it. You will beg.”

  He rang the little bell. “Freshen your make-up, then stand and undress for me,” he said. Quickly, Kathy applied lipstick and gloss. She stood and stepped back. Abul nodded, “That’s right, I want to see your entire body. Tease me.”

  Kathy saw herself dressed in the beautiful gold gown Jeff had bought for her. At Abul’s command she was standing here in the middle of her own bedroom. On her bed lay the ugly coward. In her mouth there was still the putrid taste of his vile toes. Soon her parted lips would touch his, her naked body would be pressed against him. She would make love to him...make love to Abul in the bed where she and Jeff had made love.