Marriage (31 page)

Kathy uttered a little cry of despair. Miko moved to one side of her while Mi Jong stood at the other. They grabbed her arms and forced her into a kneeling position.
‘How many times,’
she thought,
‘have I debased myself at the vile feet of this monster. And now here in this Holy place, I’m about to perform the obscene act once more.’
She bent her head to the familiar crooked toes and pressed her lips to them, first the right foot then the left. As Miko and Mi Jong brought her to a standing position, she heard the men laughing. “Abul has his rich American bitch trained well!” someone shouted. Kathy’s face was scarlet. Quickly she pulled the shawl over her bare nipples.

The old priest coughed, “I pronounce you husband and wife,” he said. Kathy felt a shudder pass through her body. It seemed as if a cold hand lay heavy on her heart. She was now the lawfully wedded wife of the man who murdered her husband. She had defiled her husband’s name and had willingly given herself to a devil that took pleasure only in humiliating and abusing her.
‘I must be mad,’
she thought.
‘Death itself would have been better than this.’

The organist began to play. Joyful music filled the small church. Abul turned Kathy to face the guests. She heard a slight snap at the back of the shawl. Mi Jong had clipped a short silver chain to it and stood holding one end of the chain in her hand. Abul clutched Kathy’s arm, pulling her forward. Mi Jong remained standing at the altar. Kathy felt the shawl moving up. She attempted to hold it. “Keep your hands at your sides,” Abul hissed. “Shoulders back, head high. Display my ring with pride!” His grip tightened painfully on her arm. In a moment, the shawl had slid over Kathy’s bare nipples and lay in the aisle behind her. The movement of the shawl and Gruber’s ointments had caused her nipples to darken and stiffen. She glanced down at the thick black ring. Tears streaked her flushed cheeks. Abul dug his fingernails into her arm. She squared her shoulders and lifted her head, trying not to hear the laughter and obscenities.

Chapter Thirteen
– A Plan

Outside, the snow was coming down in wind driven sheets. Abul quickly joined several other men in the lead limousine. Madam Khe, the two Korean women, and Kathy took the second car. Kathy was surprised to see one of Madam Khe’s personal serving girls at the wheel.

With Miko and Mi Jong on either side of her, Kathy sat facing Madam Khe. The Chinese woman studied Kathy intently. Seeming to make up her mind about something, Madam Khe leaned forward. “Mrs. Volodyavic, that is your name now, do you like it? Are you happy to be the wife of Abul?”

Kathy had never felt it necessary to lie to Madam Khe. “I hate the name. I hate the murderer who is now my husband. I think you know these things, Madam.”

“Would you kill Abul if you had the opportunity?”

Without hesitating, Kathy said, “Gladly. I’d gladly kill him.”

Madam Khe sat back and smiled slightly, “Perhaps, Mrs. Volodyavic, with the help of Miko and Mi Jong, you will be able to bring about his death.”

Kathy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I don’t understand. Why? How?”

“Abul has become too ambitious,” Madam Khe spoke evenly. “He wishes to displace me and is formulating a plan to do so. I want him dead almost as much as you do. Miko and MI Jong are loyal to me. Although they have no respect for you, they have less for Abul.” The two women nodded but said nothing.

Kathy found it hard to imagine she might be free of her sadistic tormentor. “Oh God, Madam Khe, tell me what to do. Tell me how to destroy him.”

“What is the one thing Mr. Satomi has not permitted since the day you signed his contract?”

Kathy thought for a moment. “He hasn’t allowed anyone to…to….”

“To engage in normal intercourse with you,” Madam Khe said. “Except for that idiot Uzetta, no one has fucked your cunt.” Kathy nodded. Madam Khe continued, “Mr. Satomi’s rule about that is firm. That’s why he had Uzetta killed.”

Kathy saw here this was going. “You mean if Abul…..”

Madam Khe cut her off, “If you can persuade Abul to fuck you tonight, we will see that Mr. Satomi knows. Abul is much closer to Mr. Satomi than Uzetta was. If Abul deliberately violates the cardinal rule, he affronts Mrs. Satomi’s honor.” She paused and smiled slightly. “No one does that and lives.”

“But Abul knows the video recorders in all the rooms are programmed to tape when I’m there. Abul won’t dare to….”

“To fuck his bride,” Madam Khe interrupted. “No, but if you can do whatever it takes to seduce him he’s vulnerable. Appeal to his manhood. Keep reminding him that he is now in fact your husband. You must get him to fuck you.”

Kathy frowned, “Even if I succeed, he will turn the recorders off. How can we prove he violated Mr. Satomi’s orders.”

Madam Khe leaned forward again. “How can you tell that the recorders are running?”

“By the little red light next to each of them. When it’s on so are they.”

“That’s right. But while we were in church Miko’s husband reversed the recorder switches and installed a small control board in Miko’s room. She will be able to see and hear everything in the living room and your bedroom. If you convince Abul to turn the recorders off, he will be switching them on. As you know, they are so silent we never know they’re on or off except for the red light.”

Kathy nodded, “But won’t my words be recorded? I’ll have to say things, beg Abul to….to…fuck my cunt.”

“Don’t concern yourself. If you succeed, we will take both you and the tapes to a nearby studio tomorrow morning. There, under the direction of Miko’s husband, the things you said on the tapes will be erased. In their place you will record speeches protesting and reminding Abul that he’s violating Mr. Satomi’s cardinal rule. You will be pleading with him not to fuck you.” She smiled, “Miko’s husband is an expert at seamlessly altering tapes.”

“So, when the tapes are delivered to Mr. Satomi it will appear as if I resisted?”

“Exactly. When Abul thinks he’s turning the recorders off, he will be throwing the switch that will soon result in his death.” Madam Khe looked hard at Kathy, “Mrs. Ryan, if you persuade that arrogant bastard to fuck you, you will be forever free of him.”

Kathy looked out the window at the swirling snow. Turning back to Madam Khe she said, “I’m not sure I can. Abul is a coward. He’ll be afraid to risk it.”

“If you can’t seduce him, you must be prepared to remain his wife.”

“I’ll try. I’ll try very hard.” Kathy’s heart was beating wildly.

Madam Khe nodded, “Abul wanted to bring the wedding guests back to the house, but I told him we would celebrate tomorrow. I convinced him that it would be very much in his self-interest to be alone with you on his wedding night. I told him you had begun to think of yourself as his wife and you were most anxious to please him in any way he desired.”

Just hearing the words ‘Abul’s wife’ caused Kathy to shudder. “But Madam Khe am I to be all alone with him? Will there be no one else in the house?” The thought of being alone with Abul terrified her.

“Miko and Mi Jong will be in their room. You will need help in preparing yourself and, of course, Miko will operate the video control switches.”

The limousine pulled into the driveway. Kathy, Miko, and Mi Jong hurried through the garage and basement entrance to Kathy’s small room.

Chapter Fourteen
– Wedding Night

With Mi Jong in attendance, Kathy went through the ritual enema, hot bath perfumed oil massage, the insertion of Gruber’s powerful stimulant into her anal passage and her vagina. Kathy sat before her mirror while Mi Jong brushed her hair. She tried to avoid looking at the dull black ring that hung from her pierced nipple, but the sight of her disfigurement and the knowledge that it signified she was now the property of Abul brought tears to her eyes.

Mi Jong smiled, “Titties not so perfect no more,” she said. She put down the brush and arranged the cosmetics. “Abul say do heavy make-up.” She applied dark eye shadow and black mascara. Then exaggerating Kathy’s full lips with liner, she filled them in with bright red lipstick and a coating of gloss. From the closet, Mi Jong took a black full-length gown made of stretch lace. It was low cut with thin shoulder straps. Kathy saw that the gown buttoned from the hem to the V neckline. It fit like a second skin. The impression of the nipple ring was clearly visible. Mi Jong fastened the top buttons. “We leave open from crotch down,” she said. From a box Mi Jong removed black stiletto heels, which were open except for thin crisscrossing bands of leather.

Just as Kathy was sliding her bare feet into the shoes, Miko returned. She appraised the new bride and nodded in approval. She spoke to Mi Jong, “Video cameras are changed. When red light is on, cameras are now off. When red light go off, cameras go on. If Abul turns cameras off so he can fuck her,” she gestured toward Kathy, “he really turn cameras on but he don’t know it. Whatever she say, we erase tomorrow and she record other things like saying it wrong for Abul to disobey Mr. Satomi’s orders. Say she don’t want Abul to rape her.” Both women turned to face Kathy. Miko continued, “Madam Khe wants Abul to die. We loyal to Madam Khe. If you get Abul to fuck your cunt, Mr. Satomi see tape. No more Abul.”

“I’m not sure, Miko, I…I…don’t know…”

Miko grabbed Kathy’s arms and looked at her sternly, “You need to cause Abul to betray Mr. Satomi. You got to make him think you changed. Make him think he is man you want. Make him think you got nothing left, no feeling for dead husband. You got to prove this true. You got to make him want to fuck you, fuck your cunt like a real husband.”

It was a long speech for Miko who, Kathy knew, was risking her life in this. Failure could mean death for all of them: Miko, Mi Jong, Madam Khe, and herself. Kathy nodded, “Yes, Miko, I know what’s at stake. I’ll try. Really, I’ll try.”

“Good. Abul not be back for another hour. Use time to think about what you gonna do.”

After Miko and Mi Jong closed the door behind them, Kathy lay on the bed trying to imagine how she might convince Abul that she was truly pleased to be his wife, that she was now able to admit she loved and respected him and that she was truly glad he had replaced Jeff in her life. It seemed impossible. Abul knew she despised him.

She concentrated on those things that might be remotely positive. She was, because of the rigorous training at the Facility, in much better physical shape: her body firm, her muscles toned, her skin flawless. Even her face had become more beautiful. Her submissiveness had made it somehow softer.

The most pronounced change had been sexual. That she had been expertly trained to give pleasure was part of it. Doctor Gruber’s stimulation salves contributed heavily to her sexual awareness and her constant need to orgasm. But there had been other changes she hated to acknowledge. What of her fear and excitement when she heard Abul’s rough voice? What of the desire she hadn’t admitted to herself until now; the secret wish to feel his huge ugly cock inside her? Lately, she had almost welcomed his brutal penetration of her ass. Why did she become wet when she kneeled at his feet? She’d had to admit that she’d become aroused by the vile odors of his sweating body. Then there was the whip. The thought of it sent a shiver of dread through her body but it was accompanied by anticipation. Although she tried to block it from her mind, she knew the idea that she belonged to Abul stimulated her. She was unaccountably aroused by the knowledge that he owned her much as he would own a horse or a dog. The realization that he could do whatever he wished with her body also excited her. She had truly become his woman. She was the constantly aroused submissive wife of her husband’s murderer.

The thought occurred to her that gradually she’d begun to view herself as he did. This horrible change was, she knew, not yet complete, but the hard truth was evident. She’d begun to think of her body, not as her own, but belonging to Abul. She felt that it wouldn’t take long as his wife before he would not only own her body but her mind as well. These past months she’d felt her spirit slipping away, the will to resist fading.

She had to destroy Abul or lose herself to him. She had to appeal to his outrageous ego. She had to convince him that she’d already given her complete self to him unconditionally. She had to make him believe she respected, admired, and desired him more than any other man. The only way to succeed would be to make herself truly want him for tonight. He was clever. He knew her and would see through any pretense.

She smiled to herself. Later, if I succeed, I’d like to watch him die. Yes, watch him die more painfully, I hope, than the death he gave my poor husband.

With the fingers of her left hand she touched the outline of Abul’s thick black ring that pierced her nipple. Her own thoughts and Gruber’s stimulants had moistened her pussy. Under the hateful cap, she knew her clitoris was swollen and wet.

She heard the front door open and close. Abul must have returned. Quickly she freshened her make-up, carefully applying a sheen of gloss to her lips. Ten minutes later, the light on the wall flickered. Her new husband wanted her. There was a hollow emptiness in the pit of her stomach. She stood up and drew a deep breath. Her hands and legs trembled. As she went up the stairs she was surprised to discover that although her hatred of him had not diminished, now that she was his wife there had been a subtle change in her feelings.
‘How can that be,’
she thought.
‘He cold-bloodedly took my husband from me. He hates me as I hate him. I’ve suffered nothing but abuse from that ugly coward. Why then am I hurrying to him? Why then does some dark part of me want to please him?’