Chapter Twenty Three - Compliance

Even before she fell asleep, she had begun to change her mind. She remembered a line from her high school “Macbeth”, “I am in blood stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as to go o’er”. Like poor old Macbeth, she thought, I am so far into this river of depravity it would be as hard to go back as to go on. In the morning she would probably sign the papers. She would agree to become whatever the Japanese wanted her to become. The reasons for her decision were, in the end, too complicated for her to sort out. Certainly, guilt was a factor. Jeff’s death and, now, Richie’s weighed heavily on her conscience.

If she decided to accept Satomi’s offer it would not be because she was afraid of what might happen to her if she didn’t. Satomi, she was sure, would not harm her if she refused. Stein had been wrong. Not that the Japanese would hesitate out of moral convictions. He had no sense of morality, and he was so powerful he could either ignore the law or buy its practitioners. Pride would prevent him from threatening her. Compelling her to do his will would diminish him. By forcing her, he would have lost. To have her freely consent to serve him as a concubine was another matter entirely.

However, she did consider the threat to Stein as a real possibility. In spite of the incomprehensible turn her life had taken because of Stein, in spite of the unimaginable humiliations she had suffered at his hands, something good had happened between them. A mutual respect had developed. She genuinely liked him and was sure he had grown to like her. Theirs, she thought, had become a kind of symbiotic relationship, two lunatics adrift on a sea of excrement. In an indirect way, she had been responsible for the murders of Jeff and Richie. She did not want Stein’s death on her conscience.

Then there was Mr. Satomi. She recalled the fear and excitement she felt when she first saw him on the night of her marriage. She had begun, she realized, to consider his apparent indifference to her as a challenge. She wanted to change that stoic, imperial look of his. She wanted to prove, if only to herself, that the man of marble was only a man after all. She wanted him to want her in the way other men had. For the past two months she had been at the center of a ring around which they all cavorted: Wally, Stein, Vinnie, Richie, her uncle, Cordelia, and the rest. She seemed, of course, to be the submissive Mrs. Sconzo, but in a very real sense it had been she who controlled them. Only Satomi had remained outside the circle and, if Stein was right, Satomi had been cracking the whip. All of them, especially her, had been jumping through the hoops he held up. She wondered if she could draw him in, cause him to put away his hoops and his whip?

It was decided. She would start tomorrow night. There was to be a third test. She was certain the Japanese would administer it himself. He would come here to her house, and she would prove that she was worthy to be the most prized of his concubines. She dropped off into an untroubled sleep and didn’t awaken until eleven o’clock the next morning.

She retrieved the folders Stein had left, skimmed through them, and signed her name next to the ‘x’s’ he had marked. The papers were simply legal documents listing the conditions Stein had described. All of her assets were to be held in trust for fourteen months and then returned to her. During her period of service she would own nothing nor would she have access to any funds. She was to be paid five million dollars for ‘services rendered’ provided such services were deemed satisfactory. She would be given a house, etc’.

She also signed the letters, which were to be mailed from the various countries on her supposed world tour. She was surprised to see that letters were addressed to Jeff’s parents, and to her friends, Tim and Alice. There were even letters for Mary Margaret, Jeff’s younger sister, who was now studying in London. She wondered how Mr. Satomi knew about Mary Margaret and why he had gone to all this trouble. Stein had been right. The Japanese was certainly attentive to details.

She had just finished returning the legal papers and letters to their folders when the phone rang. “I’m calling to inform you of the arrangements for Richie’s cremation,” Stein said. “Your refusal of Mr. Satomi’s offer last night sounded so final, I’m not even going to ask you to about it. In fact, I’m rather glad you declined, even though your doing so puts me in a rather disheartening position.”

“But, Mr. Stein....” she began.

Stein, either not hearing or deliberately ignoring her, continued, “I shudder to think what would happen to you if you were to agree to his terms. The man is obsessed with his own importance. He is without conscience and knows nothing of pity.”

Kathy smiled, remembering she once would have described Stein in the same terms. “Why, Mr. Stein,” she laughed, “I think you are genuinely worried about me?”

“I would be if you had accepted. But since you refused...”

“I’ve done it again,” she interrupted. “I’ve changed my mind.”

There was a long silence before Stein spoke. She heard him sigh, “Ahh, Mrs. Sconzo, I wish you would reconsider, truly I do.”

“I’ve signed the papers.”

“You are sure then. Nothing I can say will cause you to pack and take the plane to San Francisco?”

“No. I thought it all through after you left last night. I expected you to be pleased. Your life is no longer in danger and, with the finder’s fee, you are quite a rich man.”

“Yes, both of those things are true, but...”

“It’s done, Mr. Stein. I must admit to being terribly fearful, but I’m trying to compose myself for the final test. I think you said it would occur tonight?”

“The test? Oh, yes, the test,” Stein seemed distracted. She heard him shuffle some papers. “Here are the instructions,” he said. “At four o’clock this afternoon two Japanese servants of Mr. Satomi will arrive at your house, a man and a woman. I believe they are husband and wife. They will examine the legal documents and, if everything is in order, they will begin to prepare you for tonight’s...ah, tonight’s test.”

“And the test itself?” she asked.

“I don’t know anything about its nature. I only know its objective.”

“Which is?”

“To determine if you are capable of becoming a worthy concubine, to see how quickly and completely you obey.”

“I thought I demonstrated that last night.”

“You did, my dear, you certainly did. But apparently Mr. Satomi requires additional proof.”

“And he will want to prove that himself. He’s coming here tonight. I’m sure he is!” She couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice.

“I cannot say because I don’t know.”

“What if I fail?”

“I don’t know what would happen. However, if you insist on going through with this, I strongly advise that you not fail. Please, Mrs. Sconzo, get out now while you can.”

“I won’t fail, Mr. Stein.”

“Very well. I suppose your success depends...” he didn’t finish.

“Depends on what?”

“On how much you desire to serve the Japanese.”

“Yes,” she said, “it comes down to that, doesn’t it?”

“I’ll inform him of your decision. You needn’t concern yourself with Richie. Stella and I are attending to it.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stein.”

“Good luck, Mrs. Sconzo. I’m going to miss you.” He hung up before she could say goodbye. She replaced the receiver. Inside her, there was a long sinking like going down fast and alone in the elevator of a tall building. She made herself lunch, showered, applied a light make-up, put on jeans, a loose fitting sweatshirt, and slipped into her penny loafers.

At exactly four o’clock, a black Toyota Carry pulled into her driveway. She watched as the Japanese couple removed two large suitcases from the trunk and struggled up the walk with them. She opened the door. The couple nodded, unsmiling, as they paused in front of her. She pointed toward the living room. The man went first, the woman behind him, and Kathy followed. They put down the cases and turned to face her. Both were short and thin and, Kathy thought, quite homely. She guessed they were in their mid-forties. The man reached inside his coat pocket and withdrew an envelope that he handed to her. Like the other messages from Mr. Satomi, it was typed and unsigned.

“This will introduce Mr. Naka and his wife, Miko. They are my personal servants. Miko will prepare you for your third and final trial. She has her orders from me. You must follow her instructions. Mr. Naka will first examine the papers you were given. If they are properly signed, he will take them. He has been instructed to make a videotape of your trial. He is an accomplished professional and will be unobtrusive.”

That was all: direct, concise, impersonal. Compared to Satomi, Stein had been a chatterbox. But Mr. Satomi would come here tonight, of that she was sure. She knew he himself would want to participate in the final trial. She was free of the fat old voyeur, free of the demented Richie, free even of poor Jeff. She was at last involved with a man who was not only extraordinarily powerful and wealthy, but he was also intelligent, perceptive, exacting, handsome, demanding, self-assured, and, she had to admit, frightening. Two men had died because he wanted her. Tonight he would tell her what he wanted. She would see him naked, taste his mouth, feel him inside her. She would be equal to whatever the trial required. Nothing could be worse than what she had endured in Harry’s Bar.

“You eat?” Miko asked.

“Yes, before you came.”

“Good. Now, sleep for three hours.” Miko shook two pills from a container she had taken from one of the cases.

“But I don’t need...” Kathy began to protest.

“You sleep,” Miko said sternly.

Kathy took the pills and went into her bathroom for a glass of water. Miko followed her and watched to see that she swallowed them. The two women returned to Kathy’s bedroom. Kathy fell onto the bed and was asleep almost immediately.

Three hours later she awoke, not knowing, at first, where she was. Then she saw Miko impassively sitting on a chair next to the bed. Under the single sheet that covered her, Kathy was naked. The Japanese woman must have undressed her. She wondered if the woman’s husband had helped. Gradually, she became aware of a burning pain in her anus. Reaching behind her, she felt the smooth circular base of an anal plug tight against her opening.

“Leave it,” Miko said. “You too small. Stretch little bit.”

“But I...” Kathy began to object.

Miko held up her hand, palm side out, “Stop,” she said, frowning. “You do what I tell you. No back talk. Mr. Satomi does not permit.”

“I understand,” Kathy said.

“Now, we clean inside and out.” Miko stood and pointed to the bathroom. Kathy, not wanting to be seen naked by this stranger, tried to cover herself with the sheet as she got out of bed. “No,” Miko said, “leave it.” She followed Kathy into the bathroom but did not close the door. Kathy noticed an elongated plastic bag hanging from the shower bar. It was obviously filled with liquid. Attached to its base was a thin hose, which ended in a hard rubber nozzle.

Kathy turned quickly to face the Japanese woman, “No, I won’t let you.”

“Every time you object, I write down in report. That was number two.”

“But...” Kathy began.

“Clean inside. Bend over toilet,” Miko ordered.

Blushing with shame, Kathy did as she was told. Carefully, the Japanese woman removed the anal plug and then slowly inserted the nozzle. As she released the closure valve, Kathy felt the warm liquid flow up into her rectal passage. She looked behind her and was shocked to see that Miko’s husband had set up his video camera in the doorway. “Please don’t!” Kathy cried out.

“Objection number three,” Miko said evenly.

Kathy heard the slight whirr of the video camera. Soon her belly began to swell with the liquid. Kathy glanced at the plastic bag, which was still half full. “I can’t take any more,” she said.

“Take all,” Miko answered.

The pain increased as her distended belly stretched. Her legs trembled, and she thought she might faint. When she looked up again, the bag was deflated. “Hold in,” Miko said as she withdrew the nozzle and quickly replaced it with the anal plug. Kathy fought to keep from screaming. The pressure intensified, and something had been mixed with the liquid that burned her insides. “Must get accustomed,” Miko said. “As concubine must do enema every day, some days two times.”

Kathy was aware that Miko’s husband was still filming and she had no doubt that he would continue when his wife took out the plug. After several minutes, Miko directed Kathy to turn around and sit on the toilet. Deftly she reached between Kathy’s legs and, with a twist, removed the plug. Mr. Naka’s camera had not stopped, but Kathy’s relief was so great she was almost oblivious to it.

“One more,” Miko said as she poured a small amount of a thick colorless substance into the enema bag. “Only a little bit this time. Feel good. Make passage slippery. Smell nice.” Without protesting, Kathy again positioned herself over the bowl so that Miko could insert the nozzle. The woman had been right. The thick fluid tingled as it drained into her rectum. When the tingling sensation subsided, she felt a warmth in the passage that was not at all uncomfortable. “Hot feeling will last twelve hours, maybe more,” Miko said. “Now, empty.”

Kathy turned around and sat on the toilet bowl facing Mr. Naka’s video camera. The liquid had been heavily perfumed. Her bathroom now smelled of sandalwood and cinnamon.

Miko reached into her bag and took out a leather case, which she snapped, open. From it she withdrew another anal plug. She held it up before Kathy. “Little bit bigger,” she said. “Need to stretch more.” She indicated that Kathy was to get up and bend over. Slowly, the woman inserted the plug. The pain caused Kathy to gasp. “Need to learn to open hole like you open mouth,” Miko said. “Hole be used many, many times. Must learn to make open, then make tight to give man pleasure. Must always be clean, smell good.”

“Yes,” Kathy said.

“Now shower first, then special bath,” Miko pointed to the tub.

After Kathy had showered and dried, Miko once more instructed her to sit on the toilet. The Japanese had laid out, next to the sink, an old-fashioned shaving brush, soap, and a straight razor. “No hair anywhere except on head,” she announced. Expertly she shaved Kathy’s pubis. “Soon get treatment so no hair ever grow again. Smooth everywhere all time.”

When Miko had finished, she filled the tub with very hot water. From her bag she took several small bottles and poured their oily contents into the tub. The room was suddenly rich with the fragrance of tropical flowers. “Now, soak for half hour. Let skin, how you say? Take in oils.” Mr. Naka filmed Kathy getting into the tub, then turned off his camera. Both he and his wife left the room and closed the door behind them.

The warmth in her rectal passage and the pressure of the plug were constant reminders that Mr. Satomi’s preferred orifice would, no doubt, be her anus. She wanted desperately for him to take her in the natural way. He would, she thought, have a beautiful, thick, very hard cock. He would come deep inside her. They would come together. She would make him hard again and once more they would come together. She longed to feel his cock pumping her; feel it sliding up and down against her sensitive clitoris. But if, like Richie, he wanted to take her in that way she wouldn’t object.

Her nipples had stiffened. Inside the folds of her pussy she could feel the slick ooze of her secretions. She was tempted to bring herself to an orgasm but withdrew her hand from between her legs. She knew the Japanese required her to wait. The thought that she would never come again unless he gave her permission excited her. After exactly half an hour, Miko returned. “Dry yourself and come to bedroom,” she said.

The pillows were gone from Kathy’s bed. It had been covered with a plastic sheet. On a folding table next to the bed was what looked like a fondue pot. A tiny flame burned under it warming a clear, sweet smelling oil that halfway filled the container. Miko pointed to the bed, “First on stomach. I give special massage.” The Japanese woman began at Kathy’s small feet: rubbing them with the hot oil; probing, gently twisting...heel, arch, toes one-by-one then together. She took a very long time, slowly and expertly massaging Kathy’s ankles, calves, the backs of her thighs. When she began to squeeze the cheeks of Kathy’s ass she said, “Is good. Smooth and hard. Men like.”

Kathy gave herself over to the ministrations of Miko’s strong fingers. She was instructed to lay on her left side, then on her back. Miko spent fifteen minutes massaging Kathy’s pubic area: rubbing and pinching the labial lips. Kathy blushed as she felt her clitoris swell and her vagina moisten. Her breasts also received a long and attentive massage that left her nipples hard and her breath coming rapidly. She was told to move to her right side. Again, starting at Kathy’s feet, the Japanese woman worked tirelessly and silently along the entire length of Kathy’s body. The fragrant oil warmed her skin and made it gleam under the soft light. When Miko finished, Kathy felt both completely relaxed and intensely aroused.

“You want sex now. Want it bad.” Miko stated it as a fact rather than a question.

“Yes,” Kathy said, “very much.”

“Preparation of concubine for sex is like tea ceremony, exact, never change, always successful. Concubine is only to give pleasure. First pleasure to look at. Pleasure to smell. Pleasure to taste and feel. Must be quiet. Must never speak unless asked question. Always bow head. Always agree in soft voice. Say what master, man or woman, wants to hear. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Miko indicated that Kathy was to sit in the chair beside the dressing table. “Fingers and toes now,” Miko said. From her case she took several small bottles, nail clippers, and a file. “Must let nails on fingers grow very long. On toes little bit long.” Carefully, she first gave Kathy a pedicure, then a manicure. The lacquer was a dark red. A second coat of a special clear polish added a high gloss and seemed to give the color a rich depth. “Like enema, nails done every day you to be used,” Miko said as she finished.

The term ‘used’ made Kathy uncomfortable and somewhat defensive. “What do you mean, ‘used’?” she asked, although she knew what the answer would be.

Miko looked across at her impassively, “Maybe you become concubine maybe not, but must remember, concubine is only instrument of pleasure, like lute, only a thing. To everybody you only a thing. Lower than the lowest of servants who serve meals, who wash sheets, who sweep floors, who scrub toilets. People like me who prepare you to serve are higher than you, much higher. To us and to all you are like the silverware that must be polish to look good. We make you look good for master’s pleasure. To us you not deserve any more respect than silver spoon or fork. You are only pleasure instrument. We are your betters. Do not forget that.”

Kathy looked away from the woman, “A thing,” she said half aloud.

“Yes,” Miko nodded, “like silver pitcher, beautiful to look at and made to be used. A thing.” She stood, “Come,” she started back to the bedroom, “make up face now and dress. You not concubine yet, far from it,” she muttered.

Yes, Kathy thought, one more test to pass before I’m given the privilege of being a pleasure instrument, a thing. Still, the idea of becoming less than she was excited her. As Mr. Satomi’s personal ‘pleasure instrument’ she might eventually cause the powerful Japanese to dance to her tune. He couldn’t be that much different from other men.

Miko was exceptionally skilled in applying Kathy’s make up. When she finished, Kathy was startled as she looked in the mirror to see the transformation. She appeared slightly Asian or more precisely Eurasian. Her eyebrows were arched high and extended in a long thin black line. Blue eye shadow was feathered out to where her straight black hair framed her face. Black mascara seemed to lengthen her lashes. Through the artistic application of a variety of cosmetics, Miko had given Kathy’s eyes a slightly slanted look. She then exaggerated the natural fullness of Kathy’s mouth with a red lipstick that matched the color of her nails. Finally, she brushed Kathy’s lips with a sweet smelling gloss that made them glisten.

She directed Kathy to stand while she placed around her waist a corset of dark red velvet trimmed in black leather. The corset began under Kathy’s breasts and was cut in such a way that it pushed them up and out. It ended just above the swell of Kathy’s hips. It laced in the back. With each hook, Miko pulled it tighter until Kathy’s waist was almost as small as her thigh. Miko tied off the last hook and stood back. She nodded her head. “Good. Like hourglass,” she said.

“A robe?” Kathy asked.

“No, nothing more except shoes.” From her suitcase she took a pair of heels the same shade of red as the corset. They were exactly the right size. Kathy slid her tiny feet into them. Two velvet covered leather straps crossed at the base of her toes and thin ribbons tied around her ankles. The heels were as high as those on the pumps she had worn last night. Again, Kathy had difficulty walking in them. “Take small steps. Concubine must learn always take small steps, keep eyes lowered, not look at anyone,” Miko instructed.

“Yes, I’ll try to remember,” Kathy smiled up at her.

“Not try,” Miko said sternly, “must do, or...” she didn’t finish.

“Or what?”

“Punish,” Miko said. “No more questions. Just do what told.” Holding Kathy’s arm, she led her into the living room. Taking small steps, Kathy felt the painful stretching of her anus and hoped Miko would soon remove the plug. Mr. Naka filmed their entrance. He had built a fire in the fireplace and positioned the leather hassock in the center of the living room facing the couch. The coffee table had been pushed to the side. “Sit,” Miko said, pointing to the hassock. “Hands behind back,” Miko ordered. Kathy obeyed. Quickly Miko clipped to thumb-cuffs to Kathy’s thumbs and locked them together.

“Why...” Kathy began to protest.

“No questions,” Miko said. She then placed a heavy black leather mask over Kathy’s eyes and buckled it tightly. “Spread legs, always spread legs, show cunt. Cunt is for pleasure. Must show like flower.” Kathy parted her knees. She heard the camera whirr. “Now, we wait for master,” Miko said.

Kathy thought of Mr. Satomi. She saw his lean hard body, his finely chiseled face, the cold indifferent glance. She imagined his cock. Beautiful like marble but pulsing with hot blood, perfectly formed, swelling under her touch, the smooth texture of its skin, the dark head, the heavy testicles, the smell of him perhaps like the sea or freshly turned earth, the taste of him...clean, yet not like any other taste. She could feel her cunt become wet with her own juices and knew that Mr. Naka was filming her.

It was a very long time before she heard a car pull into the driveway. Miko went to the door. There was a murmured conversation then she heard Miko and another person enter the living room. Someone sat down on the couch opposite her. She was sure it was Mr. Satomi. His presence was almost palpable. She knew he was staring at her. She wanted to spread her legs wider. She wanted him to see how wet she had become. However, she was afraid to move. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly. Her nipples swelled and stiffened. She had to fight in order to keep from moaning. Her need for him was like nothing she had ever felt before. She remained still, her head bowed. The room was silent for several minutes.

Then, she heard Miko step behind her. Miko began to remove the blindfold, “Do not look up,” she cautioned. Kathy wanted desperately to look at him, but kept her head down.

It was a long time before he spoke. “In certain places and at certain times you will be called Katherine,” he said. “At other times you will answer to other names. But first, the final trial. You have signed the necessary documents and arrangements for your training have been made. I think you will be acceptable for service, but it depends on your absolute unconditional obedience tonight. Is that understood?”

The sound of his voice caused Kathy to tremble. Her vaginal lips were slick with her secretions. She felt in her stomach the terrifying sinking sensation. “Yes,” she whispered, “I understand.”

She heard him rise and cross over to her. “Look up,” he said.

She lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes. It was the first time she had seen him this close without the dark glasses. His eyes were ice blue and hard. His classically formed face was as impassive as she had remembered it. He was dressed in black. A black silk shirt, black trousers, black shoes, a black dress coat. He was quite tall, his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. But it was his face that startled and excited her, the penetrating eyes, the high cheekbones, the smooth brown skin, the full lips. There was about him the unmistakable sense of power, of authority. This, finally, was the man she needed. She knew she would do anything he required. She felt she had known it from the first time she saw him at Stein’s on her wedding night.

She took a breath and was about to speak when he raised his hand to stop her. “Your final trial will begin in a few minutes,” he said. “I have appointed a surrogate for myself.” She felt her heart sink and struggled to keep from protesting. “I want you to obey him as if he were myself, unconditionally and without hesitation or question. I want you to pleasure him in every way that you can and make him believe that you want nothing more than to give him pleasure. You will show him with spoken words and with your body the kind of complete and absolute devotion I expect you to give to me. As a concubine it will be your duty to serve others as you would serve me. Tonight you will prove or fail to prove that you are capable of that. Your only desire in this test will be to please me through your total submission to the man who comes here in my place. Your trial here will be recorded. After viewing the tapes that Mr. Naka makes, I will decide if you are worthy. I will send my decision to you sometime tomorrow afternoon. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “I understand. I will try not to disappoint you.” She bowed her head again.

He said nothing. She heard him rise and, in a few moments, the front door opened and closed. She started to look up. “No,” Miko said, and quickly covered Kathy’s eyes with the blindfold and tightened it.

Before long the front door opened again. Someone entered the room. “Kneel,” Miko said. Kathy slid off the hassock to her knees. “Keep legs spread,” Miko ordered. Kathy felt someone approach and stand before her. The odor was strong and unmistakable. It was Abul. Kathy fought against the impulse to scream, to stand and order them all out of her house. The tears welled up in her eyes and ran down under the blindfold. She couldn’t contain a small whimpering cry. “Open mouth,” Miko said.

Kathy hesitated, then remembering Mr. Satomi’s final words, she opened her mouth. Slowly a long finger pushed between her parted lips. She felt the ragged fingernail against her tongue and tasted the grit and sweat. She began to gag. “Suck,” Miko demanded. Kathy sucked the finger. After several minutes the finger was withdrawn and another inserted. She sucked it clean.

She then heard Abul unzip his pants and step between her spread legs. The fetid stench of his crotch made her ill. “Beg to suck it, arrogant American bitch,” he said.

Again she felt waves of heat wash over her body. Her nipples swelled and stiffened. She could feel her juices ooze along the lips of her pussy. But the taste of his dirty finger in her mouth, the stench of his body made her want to vomit. “Please let me...let me suck your cock,” she said.

“You suck it good? Make love to it?”

She couldn’t accommodate the thought of Abul here in her house, the realization that that she was on her knees before him, that she had agreed to obey him, and that she could not escape him or expect help. “Yes,” she said meekly, “I’ll make love to it with my mouth.”

He moved forward. She felt the uncircumcised tip of his cock brush her lips. She extended her tongue and licked the bunched skin that covered the end of his prick. Gradually his cockhead emerged like a dark purple plum. Instinctively she pulled back from the repulsive odor. “Goddamn you,” he hissed, “you told me to leave your house. You were making a call to police!”

“Please forgive me. I should not have done that,” she said.

“I do not forgive. I make you suffer. Make you learn respect.”

“Yes. You are right. Please...let me try to...to.” Her red lips glistened as she opened them to receive his rancid cock. She sucked slowly for a long time, then licked the underside of his thick penis and lowered her head to lick his huge testicles, laving them with her saliva. He pulled her back to the tip of his cock where a large drop of come had formed.

“Taste,” he said. She extended her tongue and licked up the bitter drop. He held her head away from him. Behind her Miko removed the blindfold. His frightful face was more repugnant than she’d remembered. His eyes burned into her so she had to look away. “You want my come?” he asked. She glanced at his cock. The purple veins were prominent and thick, like fat, dark growths under the skin that was almost black.

“Yes,” she said, forcing herself to look at him, “I want it.” She moved forward and opened her mouth to take him in. He pushed her back and tilted her head up. She understood what he was waiting for. “Please,” she said. He continued to stare down at her. “Please...I wish only to give you pleasure,” she said. He released her and she took as much of his cock as she could and sucked until he exploded thick hot gobs of sour tasting jism in her mouth. She swallowed it. He kept her head over his cock.

“Milk it,” he said, “suck it dry.” This was worse than Wally, worse than the leeches, worse than Stein, worse than Vinnie, worse than all the men at Harry’s, worse, by far, than the humiliation and pain she suffered on her knees before Richie. In her thoughts she held onto the words of the Japanese. This filthy excuse for a man who stood sneering down at her was, for tonight, Mr. Satomi’s surrogate. Somehow she would make herself believe that. If she succeeded, the videotape would offer Mr. Satomi final proof of her unequivocal desire to serve him.

She looked up at Abul. Some of his jism clung to her lips. She licked it off. The tight corset thrust her small breasts up toward him. Her thumbs locked together behind her back also made it appear that she was offering them to him. Her rouged nipples were stiff and he could see the wetness between her legs. “You want me to play with your tits?” He grinned down at her, the broken stubs of his yellow teeth clearly visible. She nodded. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She closed her eyes and parted her lips and moaned softly. Suddenly, he dug his long fingernails into her, cutting the sensitive skin. She cried out and jerked back. He let go of her. “You said your only wish was to give me pleasure,” he hissed. “Remember, last night you treated me like shit.” He paused. “You say you want to give me pleasure. I say that hurting you gives me much pleasure.”

Slowly she inched back to him on her knees and lifted her breasts toward him. “I wish to please you,” she said. Once more he viciously twisted her nipples but this time she closed her eyes and directed the pain down to her center where in some curious way it flowed hot between her legs and intensified her need.

“Stand up,” Abul said. Since her hands were bound behind her back, she struggled to get to her feet. Miko took her by the arms and steadied her. “Now turn around so I can see what has been shoved into your asshole,” Abul stepped back. Kathy did as he had ordered. “Why has Miko put that thing in you?” he asked.

“To...open me, to make my opening not so tight.”

“And why do you want to make your opening not so tight?”

“To make it easier for you.”

“For me to do what?”

“For you to take me there.”

“You mean for me to fuck your ass?”

“I’m sorry. Yes, that’s right. To make it easier for you to fuck my ass.”

“And you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Well, you will have to make me stiff again. Do you think you can do that?”

“I...I’ll try.”

“If you don’t succeed, then I won’t be able to give you what you want.”

“I’ll try very hard.”

“Will you invite me into your bed, the bed you shared with your rich husband?”

She hesitated. “Yes,” she finally said, repulsed at the thought of this pig in their bed.

“Make love to me like on your first wedding night? Tongue kiss?”

“Yes.”

“I heard you beg that miserable Richie to stick his little cock in your tight hole. You beg me to put my big Pakistani prick up your rich American lady ass?”

She was sure even after the stretching, he would split her, “Yes, I’ll beg for it.”

“I know you will.” He gestured to Miko who turned Kathy around and led her to the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

“Now we fix make up and dress you in white gown just like on wedding night.” Miko unfastened the thumb locks and unlaced the corset. “Plug stays in,” she said. She then sat Kathy down at the small table and once more skillfully painted her lips and spread them with gloss. She rouged Kathy’s sore nipples and also coated them with a sweet smelling oil. From her suitcase she took a beautiful white silk gown. It was so sheer that Kathy could see the figure of Miko behind it as if she were looking at her through a window. Kathy stood and slipped her arms through the wide sleeves. The gown tied loosely at her waist. Miko pointed to the bed. “Sit,” she said. “Some things you must learn first. You still want to be concubine?” she asked.

“Yes,” Kathy answered, “Mr. Satomi’s concubine. I want that very much.”

“Then you need to know that Japanese way of love and Pakistani way of love not like American way. Not at all like American way.” Kathy nodded. “In America man does things. Man tries to please woman. Tries to make her come. Does what she say so that she can come. American way, man is active in lovemaking. Japanese way and Mr. Abul’s way just opposite. Men not do anything. Expect you to do all. Men don’t care if you come. Most times will not permit you to come. You understand?”

“I think so.”

“I try to explain. As concubine, and in this trial to become concubine, you must be the active one. You must, how you say...imagine…what he wants you to say and do. Must use mouth and body to excite him but always in servant kind of way. Shy, humble, not look up. Must not speak. Sneak look to see if he approve. Must feel honored to pleasure him with tongue...everywhere even most private parts.” Kathy bit her lip and looked away. Miko frowned, “Honored, you understand? And grateful. You are instrument of pleasure...not mistress..not lover....not wife. Only instrument to give pleasure.”

“Yes,” Kathy tried to smile, “an instrument of pleasure.”

“To serve Mr. Abul you must learn quickly what he likes, but must not ask. Never bold. Always humble. Never thinking of self. Thinking only how to serve him. In time it will come about that your biggest happiness will be in serving him well even if doing so causes you much pain.”

“I understand,” Kathy said, reaching out to touch Miko. Miko stepped back quickly. “I’m sorry,” Kathy said. It was clear that Miko had no wish to become her friend. “But you speak only of Mr. Abul. When will I belong to Mr. Satomi?”

“I do not know. Must please Mr. Abul first. Video will be sent to Mr. Satomi tonight or tomorrow morning. Mr. Abul will also report to him. But now, you serve Mr. Abul.”

“He hates me.”

“He hates all women and last night you give him reason to hate you most.”

“And I must make love to him.”

“Yes,” Miko said, “like new bride who thinks her husband is a God.”

“I’ll try, Miko, but...”

“Must do more than try,” Miko interrupted. “Now, kneel at foot of bed. Head bowed. Do not look up. Do not speak. You must remember after giving service you back away on knees, head down, never turn back on master. This concubine way. Must learn to serve completely, to be grateful, and, most important, to show high respect. You, nothing. Master, everything.”

Kathy got to her knees and bowed her head as Miko had instructed. This was not like any of the humiliations she had subjected herself to in the past. No matter how much control Stein, and Cordelia, and Richie seemed to have over her, she always knew that if things got too bad she could walk away. Occasionally she had been a bit afraid, but the fear she felt now was, she thought, like that of a small trapped animal waiting for something even more terrifying and more painful than the trap.

The sight, and smell, and touch, and taste of Abul were all abhorrent, but it was in his voice she felt his undisguised hatred of her, his desire to make her suffer. His commanding voice told her that he knew with absolute certainty she could not leave, and that now, tonight at least, she was his. He knew she would serve him in every way he wished.

In the mirror she saw herself dressed as a bride on her wedding night, here in her own bedroom, the place where she and Jeff had first made tender and innocent love. Now, she was kneeling at the foot of their bridal bed waiting for a man she feared and hated, waiting to give him pleasure with her tongue and soft warm lips, waiting for him to remove the anal plug and make her beg him to take her in that opening. Waiting and desperately hoping he would also bury his grotesque cock in her wet pussy and allow her to come. And knowing even if she were not permitted to have an orgasm, she would profess her gratitude and, crawling backward head bowed, she would demonstrate her unconditional servility and her clear acknowledgement of him as her master. And thinking these thoughts, her terrible fear and self-loathing intensified, but at the same time the heat of her desire became almost unbearable.

Behind her, the door opened and closed. She dared not raise her eyes. She heard footsteps cross to the bed and someone lie down on it. She was sure that Mr. Naka had also entered with his camera. Miko still stood behind her. After a moment, Miko whispered, “Master ready now. Do not look up. Use tongue. Lick inside legs up to testicles. Lick testicles. Make penis hard. Then he tell you what to do.” Kathy heard Miko step back.

Crawling up onto the bed between Abul’s spread legs, she did as Miko had instructed. Slowly she licked his inner thighs, which smelled and tasted of stale sweat. His crotch was matted with wiry black hair. Carefully, she moved up to kiss and lick his testicles, which were huge and swollen. The thick veins of his black cock were like fat earthworms, twisted and ugly. The purple skin bunched at his cockhead sickened her. Even though she had cleaned him with her tongue a little while ago, the fetid odor had returned almost making her gag. After a long while, his cock began to stiffen. “Enough,” he said, and pulled her up across his naked body. He wore only a black silk robe, which he had untied. Afraid to look into his eyes, she stared into the dark hole of his mouth. Visible in the candlelight were the few rotting stubs of his yellow teeth. His breath smelled of red wine and garlic. His wide mouth was wet with spittle. As he reached up once more to painfully twist her nipples, she pressed her parted lips to his and, after a moment, traced with her tongue the ridges and hollows of his gums and the stubs of his teeth.

She could not keep herself from pushing her pelvis against his cock. She felt his sharp fingernails dig into the sensitive flesh of her breasts. She moaned and drove her tongue deep into his mouth and then moved her warm wet lips back and forth over his lips inviting his tongue to enter her mouth. She kissed him like that for a very long time, sometimes holding his face between her hands and softly kissing his cheeks and his closed eyes, the hollows of his neck, his chin, and then his mouth...gentle teasing kisses, then pressing her open mouth over his again and sucking his tongue. She had never made love like this to anyone.

She inched down to kiss and lick his pimpled chest and dark nipples. Suddenly he rolled her off him and looked down at her. She saw the lust in his eyes, but also the anger. She had humiliated him last night and now she knew that nothing she could do would ever diminish the hatred he felt for her. He took both of her wrists in one hand and pulled her arms up and back above her head.

“Later maybe I will honor you with things not so easy. And you will thank me. Yes?”

“Yes, I will thank you.”

“My prick is stiff again. You didn’t come last night so you must want much to come?”

“Yes, please, I would be very grateful if you would let me come.”

“You should be grateful for whatever I do, make you come or not make you come.”

“I’m sorry. Yes, I am grateful to be allowed to give you pleasure. To be permitted to give you pleasure is all that I want and need.”

“You like me to fuck your cunt or your ass.”

“My cunt. Please fuck my cunt.”

“But it would give me more pleasure to fuck your ass.” He still held her wrists over her head and continued to look down at her.

Kathy could not answer right away. After a moment she whispered, “As I said, I have only one wish, only one need and that is to give you pleasure. If you will let me, I will beg you on my knees.” He released her and she quickly slid off the bed and kneeled beside it. He turned to sit facing her, putting both feet on the floor and spreading his legs. She inched between them and bowed her head. “Please, please, Mr. Abul, I beg you, I beg you with all my heart, I am begging you to please fuck my ass.”

“Is your passage clean?”

“Yes, oh, yes. With Miko’s help, I have carefully prepared my passage. It is clean and lubricated with perfumed oil for the honor of serving you.”

“And you have widened it?”

“Yes, so it will better accept you.”

“I hate American woman, especially rich American women who act high and mighty but are no better than goat shit. I truly hate you for the things you said to me last night. I will take pleasure, much pleasure, in hurting you. You are nothing! Do you understand? Nothing!” His face was dark with anger.

“I know that I cannot and should not be forgiven for my behavior. I also know that causing me pain gives you pleasure. It is your right to punish. The object in my anal opening is there to make it easier for you to penetrate me, but your cock is so long and so thick I know that when welcome and embrace it, it will split and tear me.” Kathy could not believe she was saying these words. They seemed to have come from some source outside herself. Of course they were words she expected Abul wanted to hear, but, at least for the moment, they were also true.

Instead of answering, Abul pointed to his long dirty toes, the nails black and ragged. “Kiss,” he said. Kathy crawled backward and, remembering the afternoon at Stein’s when she knelt at his bare feet, she lowered her head and pressed her lips to the feet of the Pakistani. She continued to kneel there with her head bowed while he lifted his legs and, pulling his knees back against his chest, presented her with the black puckered hole “Kiss,” he said again. She looked up and uttered a small cry bringing her hands to her mouth. “There is more than one way to cause pain,” he said, “and hurting you gives me pleasure. You are here now for no other reason than to give me pleasure.” He waited. “Kiss,” he repeated.

She crawled forward and closing her eyes leaned toward the opening he offered her. Hesitantly, she pressed her lips against it. “Tongue,” he said. Gently, she probed his anus with the tip of her tongue. He pushed her away and sat back on the bed, his feet once more on the floor. She knelt before him, her breath coming quickly, her face flushed, her nipples and clit swollen.

“Now thank me.”

“I...I...I thank you, Mr. Abul, for...for...honoring me in that way.”

“Someday you’ll beg for it?”

Knowing that tonight was a trial and that tomorrow he would be gone, she said, “Yes, I will learn to like it and someday beg for it,” she said.

“And now you want me to put my big prick up your hot ass?”

“I wish for you to take whatever pleasure my body can give you.”

“Yes, but body is not all. There is mind, and spirit. A concubine must give more than body. Must give everything. You will learn of that. For now, make me hard again. Suck my cock and when it is ready I will take my pleasure from your body in a way that will cause you pain. Is that correct?”

“Yes, that is correct. You have chosen to take your pleasure in my ass.”

“Tear it. Make it bleed. But that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, whatever pleases you is what I want.”

“You need to be fucked hard. You want to take it all. You want me to fuck you for a long time. Even when you cry out with the pain of it, you will make your ass try to hold me in. You will move against my big prick in your tight passage. And you will take my jism deep inside of you. And afterward you will be honored to know that my come is in you. You will want more and beg me to take my pleasure again even if your opening is raw and feels like fire. You will do this because my pleasure is the only thing on this earth that matters to you. Is that not right?”

“Yes,” Kathy whispered, “I give my body to you to use as you will. I live only for your pleasure. I’m beginning to understand that now.” She leaned forward and taking his huge prick in her hands lowered her head over it and sucked until he was hard again.

“Enough,” he said, rolling away from her and directing her to kneel facing the headboard of the bed. She closed her eyes and turned her head sideways, pressing her cheek against the mattress. She curved her back and lifted her hips as he positioned himself on his knees behind her. She was aware that her own secretions had begun to ooze down her thighs. “I, Abul, am master. Say it,” he commanded.

“Yes, yes, it is true. You are my master.”

“Now, beg for master’s prick.”

Kathy raised her hips higher and reached back with both hands to remove the anal plug and spread her ass cheeks for him. She could not bring herself to call him ‘master’. “Please, Mr. Abul, take this opening I have prepared for you. Pleasure yourself in me, I beg you.”

Abul positioned the huge dark head of his cock against the tiny anal ring of her opening. Then he slowly but unrelentingly pushed until its entire length had disappeared into her. The thickness of his long penis stretched her painfully, but it was not nearly as bad as she’d expected. Perhaps the lubricant contained something that slightly anesthetized her passage.

He waited, unmoving, his cock buried in her, his huge testicles pressing against her ass cheeks. After a few moments she began, almost instinctively, to contract her sphincter muscles so that they squeezed his cock. “Aggh,” he grunted, and dug his fingernails into her flesh. For a long time he knelt behind her perfectly still while she milked his cock in this way.

Suddenly, he grunted and, grabbing the cheeks of her ass, he began to fuck her hard, pulling completely free of her opening and driving his prick back in until his testicles slapped against her. The burning pain of his thrusts seared through her but, although the tears flowed from her eyes, she did not cry out. Soon, the pain became less intense. She found herself pushing back toward him when he withdrew his cock. After fucking her hard again, he slid his cock out and teased her opening with its head. As he rubbed the tip of his cock around the rim of her anal opening, she pulled her ass cheeks wider and uttered little sounds over and over saying, “Please, please, please,” until he drove his glistening prick into her again.

After a long time, he began to fuck her hard and quick again like an animal. Sweating and grunting he came inside her and immediately pushed her onto her back. He kneeled over her face, his cock slick with his come. Obediently, she opened her mouth to suck him clean. After awhile his cock became soft in her mouth but he didn’t withdraw it. Looking up at him she sucked and swallowed. She swirled her tongue around the ridges of his cockhead and nibbled at the bunch of uncircumcised skin, which slowly closed back over it. Finally, he slid his prick from between her swollen lips.

He pointed to the floor. She eased out of the bed and once more got to her knees beside it, bowing her head. She felt Miko step up behind her. The Japanese woman leaned over to whisper, “Now, must thank master. Must thank for each thing he allow you to give him pleasure. Must list. Must call him ‘master’.” Kathy had trouble collecting her thoughts. The pain in her anus throbbed. She was sure he had torn her and she was bleeding. “Speak,” Miko ordered.

Her head still bowed, Kathy began in a quiet voice, “I wish to thank you, Mr. Abul...” Miko stamped her foot. Kathy began again, “I wish, master, to thank you for honoring me in so many ways. Thank you for allowing me to caress your penis with my mouth. Thank you, master, for allowing me to swallow your come. Thank you, master, for allowing me to pay homage to your testicles with my lips and tongue. Thank you, master, for permitting me to make love to you on this my wedding bed. Giving myself here to you has erased all past memories. Until this night nothing had purpose or meaning. Now, to be worthy of serving you is everything to me.”

She paused, feeling her nipples swell and the hot desire pulse in her vagina. “I thank you, master,” she continued, “for allowing me to kiss your lips and taste the inside your mouth. I thank you for permitting me to suck your tongue. I thank you, master, for your gift of spit. I thank you for letting me kneel at your feet and kiss them. I thank you, master for permitting me to press my lips to your anal opening and to taste with my tongue that private place. Most of all, master, I thank you for the honor of being allowed to receive your penis in my ass. I know it gives you pleasure to cause me pain. The sharp pain I feel now is more bearable since it pleases you. If I dared, I would beg you once more to fill my anal passage with your cock, to tear my rectum, to shoot your semen deep into me.” Kathy glanced up to see that Abul had fallen asleep. Suddenly it occurred to her that, except for the early part of the evening, she had forgotten Satomi. Somehow Abul had actually become a surrogate for the man she had endured these trials for. Now, she wasn’t sure the cruel and ugly Pakistani hadn’t replaced the powerful and handsome Japanese as the man best suited to satisfy her insane desire to be humiliated and punished.

Miko had come up behind her again and placed on the floor a bowl of warm and sweetly scented water. “Bend and spread cheeks of ass,” she said. Kathy did as she was told. Miko bathed her anal crack with a soft cloth and immediately the soreness subsided. Gently, Miko dried her. “Take shower now,” Miko said. After a hot shower Kathy found Miko patiently waiting for her beside the makeup table.

For the third time that evening, Miko carefully applied the lipstick, the gloss and eye shadow. She then massaged Kathy’s sore nipples with the healing rouge. From her suitcase she took a dark red silk robe and held it out for Kathy to slip into. It tied at the waist. “No shoes,” Miko said, sitting Kathy down again but turning her away from the mirror. Miko had a small jar in her hand and kneeled between Kathy’s parted legs. With one hand she spread Kathy’s labial lips and with the other she rubbed the colorless salve along the slit and into Kathy’s vagina. Whatever it was seemed to draw the blood to Kathy’s cunt and sensitize the nerves and stimulate the flow of secretion. Kathy felt a flood of heat rise from her cunt and spread through her body. She hadn’t been allowed to come last night or tonight, and now this. She put her fingers on her clit. Miko slapped them away. “No!” she said. “Must not. You are only instrument, no more than that. Must learn to forget own pleasure. Must learn that only pleasure you can have comes from giving pleasure to master. American women think always of selves. Think only of getting. To be concubine must forget American way of thinking. Must give everything, body and mind. Body easy, mind is harder. When body and mind truly belong to master, then spirit is not only broken, but is gone. No more spirit. That is goal. Banish spirit. When spirit is gone you not think of self, think only of service. You have much to learn.”

She reached into her bag and took out a number of short silver needles. “Acupuncture,” Miko said. “Not hurt. Make easy for clearing mind of everything but what I say for you to think.”

“I don’t know if I want...” Kathy began.

“How many times I tell you? Must forget what you want. What you want not important. What master want all that matters. You understand?”

“Yes,” Kathy said, “but it’s hard.”

“Acupuncture and my words make easier,” Miko said.

“All right. But Miko I’m so...so much in a state. I need to come.”

“Stop. Wrong way. You need to obey and to serve and to forget self. That what you need.” Deftly Miko inserted the first needle beneath Kathy’s right breast then another under her left breast. Before placing the next two needles in the back of Kathy’s neck under each ear, Miko dipped their tips in a vial of bright green liquid. In a few minutes there were twenty-three thin silver needles placed at different points in Kathy’s body including four in her feet. Miko had been right. There was no pain other than a slight pinch as each needle broke the skin and, now, an almost imperceptible buzzing at her temples.

When she was finished, Miko stood behind Kathy and in a low monotone began to speak as she rubbed Kathy’s forehead. “Tonight master is Abul. He sleep maybe two three hours. You kneel in worship looking only at his body, then lean forward and let your eyes see only his penis. You fill mind with sight, touch, smell, and taste of it. It becomes for you most beautiful, most sacred thing in entire world. You see all shades of its color. You remember taste and feel of it in mouth. You desire to smell and taste again. You desire to feel it up deep inside anus. You willing to suffer anything, to sacrifice anything in worship of his body. You nothing. Master, everything. It is great honor to be allowed to touch any part of him. Empty head of all but this.”

She took Kathy by the hand and led her back to the foot of the bed. Carefully, she removed the needles. Once more she spread the heat inducing salve along Kathy’s crevice and into her vagina. Kathy crawled up on the bed and kneeled between the legs of the snoring Pakistani. She stared at his naked body and discovered that her mind contained nothing but the suggestions Miko had put there.

Although it was three hours until he awakened, Kathy had no sense of time. She felt nothing but the overwhelming obsessive desire to please him. She looked at his dirty toes, at the long ragged toenails and, if it pleased him, she would have sucked them clean. She focused, as Miko had instructed, on his penis. The bunched foreskin, which so disgusted her, had become a lovely purple flower that she longed to smell, and kiss, and part with her tongue until the purple head of his cock emerged like a thick deadly snake she would lovingly caress between her parted lips. She remembered how he had offered his foul smelling anus to her and ordered her to kiss it. If now he said, “Lick it with your tongue.” she would gladly have done it. Miko’s needles and hypnotic suggestions had pushed her in a direction she embraced even as it repulsed her.

Abul looked up. She quickly bowed her head. “Master,” she said.

“American whore, make me hard,” he ordered.

Quickly she leaned over his limp cock and immediately began to moan as she tenderly kissed the wrinkled foreskin teasing the swollen plum of his penis from its fleshy cover. Gently she sucked it into her hot mouth while pulling back the skin. She licked the underside of his cock and pressed her wet lips to the place where it met his heavy testicles. Then, lowering her head she caressed his balls with her soft lips and tongue. Holding them up, she licked the place between his scrotum and anus. “Please,” she whispered. He raised his legs and she buried her head between the cheeks of his ass where her tongue found his hole, which she licked and probed, savoring the foul smell and the bitter taste.

“This is your place, rich American lady, here in your big house on your wedding bed. Am I not right?”

For an answer, she spread his cheeks wider and drove her tongue as deep. He then grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head up so that she had to face him. “Miko has done well. You are learning how to show respect.” He released her.

Quickly she got to her knees and bowed her head. “Thank you, master… thank you, master, for once more allowing me to taste...to taste you.”

He waited a moment, staring down at her. She could sense his hatred and bowed her head still lower. “There is something you can do that would show even more respect.”

The sound of his voice seemed to becoming from a spacious empty place like a cathedral. “I wish to honor you in any way that I can,” she said softly.

“You can clean me with your mouth and tongue. You can suck at my asshole.”

“Yes, on my knees I will beg you to let me honor you in this way.” The words came before she could think of them. It was as if she heard them spoken by someone else who sounded much like her.

“I will invite many friends to watch the rich American lady lick at my hole.”

She felt herself trembling. She had forgotten about her desire to come. She had forgotten Satomi. She had forgotten everything but this.

The buzzing in her head grew, not exactly louder, it seemed to reach a higher pitch. She saw herself on a circular rug in the middle of a large room. Around the edge of the carpet stood many men dressed in white caftans. She lay, naked, in the center of the circle. Over her face, Abul began to squat, using both hands to spread his ass cheeks. Slowly, he lowered himself until, he stopped a few inched above her mouth. She parted her lips and extended her tongue, hearing herself groan in shame, and terror, and pleasure. He lowered himself further and she hungrily rimmed the hole, amazed by what she’d done. Afterwards, Miko wiped her face with hot towels. Then Kathy was on her knees before Abul who wore a white caftan like the others. “Thank you, master, for honoring me with this most precious gift,” she said. She bowed her head to his bare feet and, parting her lips, she kissed them and touched her tongue to his toes. The vision was gone as quickly as it had come. She became aware that he was waiting for her to respond.

“Please, master, make it come true. I wish very much to show my respect for you in this way before your many friends.” Hearing these words made her want to retch. She knew she could not have said them, and yet it was her own voice that had spoken.

He grunted his approval of this answer. “Now, I suppose you want fucked, want to come?”

Still kneeling before him, she spread her knees. “As you can see, master, I am ready, but my only need is to please you.”

“You are a dog. You should be fucked like a dog.” He sat up and taking her by the back of the neck, pushed her head down on the mattress. Immediately, she raised her hips. He positioned himself behind her and quickly plunged his huge prick once more into her ass. She uttered a small cry of pain as his cock tore her a second time. He fucked her brutally. She felt a warm trickle run down the inside of her thigh and wondered whether it was blood or her own secretions. Although there was much pain, she worked her sphincter to squeeze his cock and pushed back with each of his thrusts so that he could bury his prick deeper in her anal passage. He came as before, grunting, and sweating, and digging his fingernails into the cheeks of her ass. When he finished she dutifully rolled over on her back and parted her lips to receive his cock.

As he climbed off the bed, she turned on her side and put her hands between her legs. Miko was there to stop her. “No. You never come until master permits.” Quickly Miko cuffed Kathy’s wrists together and pulled her arms back over her head and secured the cuffs to the headboard with a short piece of rope.

Abul stood beside the bed. “So, you wish to come?” Kathy was afraid to speak. She looked up at him pleading with her eyes. He turned toward Miko. “Make her come,” he said. “Make her come, and come, and come.” Miko smiled for the first time since Kathy had met her.

Quickly the Japanese woman dragged her suitcase over to the bed and took from it a variety of restraints. She first cuffed each of Kathy’s ankles and, threading a nylon cord through the “D” rings on the cuffs, she spread Kathy’s legs and tied the cords to the bottom corners of the bedspring. She wrapped each of Kathy’s thighs with a wide band of Velcro and in the same way, running cords through the rings, she secured the ends to the bedspring. Next, an even wider Velcro restraint was tightened around Kathy’s waist and the cords attached to the rings were looped under the bedsprings and pulled tight and tied. Finally, a ball gag was placed in Kathy’s mouth and the leather strap was buckled behind her head. She could neither move nor cry out. Once more Miko spread the salve between Kathy’s labial lips, over her clitoris, into her vagina and her anal opening. Her pink membranes darkened and her clitoris swelled. Behind the gag, Kathy groaned.

Mr. Naka was still filming. She had forgotten about him. There was a complete record of all that she had done and said tonight. But she didn’t care. She hardly remembered. All that mattered now was the growing heat between her legs and in her anus. She needed to come and Abul had told Miko to make her come, and come, and come.

Her eyes widened as she saw Miko take from the suitcase a battery to which were attached three wires. At the ends of the two long wires were metal clamps, which looked like little alligator heads, the teeth pointed and sharp. Attached to the short wire was a kind of calibrated dial. Miko coated the spring clamps with the same salve she had used before and then attached one to each of Kathy’s nipples. The small teeth of the clamps bit into her skin but did not puncture it. The clamps and the ointment caused her nipples to burn and swell.

From the case, Miko withdrew what appeared to be two very large vibrating dildos and a small plastic suction cup. These were then attached to another battery. There was also a dial of some sort on each of the wires leading to the battery. Miko held the inverted suction cup up to Kathy’s eyes. It contained what appeared to be a series of very small lubricated brushes. Miko demonstrated that they could move horizontally, vertically, and in a circular motion. Miko then pressed this cup tightly over Kathy’s clitoris. The rim of the cup was coated with an adhesive that held it securely in place. Miko then demonstrated the two mechanized dildos. Each could lengthen and contract as well as thicken. They were capable of twisting slightly and of vibrating at an infinite number of speeds. Miko quickly rubbed them with her special salve and pushed one far up into Kathy’s vagina and the other she inserted into her sore and bleeding anus. “Now, you get what you want,” Miko said.

Miko pulled a chair up beside the bed and sat behind the batteries. She turned the dials of the two dildos. Kathy felt them move inside her openings. They swelled and twisted inside her and then began to vibrate slowly. Miko touched the dial on the wire leading to Kathy’s nipples. Instantly there began a sequence of alternating electric shocks that caused Kathy to jerk against the restraints and try to cry out behind the gag. The shocks came in three-second intervals, first the left nipple then the right. With each shock, one of Kathy’s breasts would jump and the nipple would swell. Her breasts seemed to be jiggling of their own accord. As her nipples swelled, the teeth of the clamps dug into them.

Finally, Miko turned the dial on the control that led to the suction cup. The lubricated bushes flicked over Kathy’s clitoris like a thousand miniature tongues. Kathy’s first orgasm was immediate. She strained and bucked against the cuffs and straps that held her down. She groaned and made guttural sounds in her throat. Saliva began to trickle from the corners of her mouth. The orgasm had hardly subsided before another one began.

Miko twisted her dials. She fed more current into the clamps. Kathy’s body jerked and she twisted her head from side to side with each shock. Miko increased the speed of the vibrations in the dildos while she slowed those in the little suction cup. She made the dildo in Kathy’s anus plunge in and out while the one in her vagina swelled and turned. Kathy came again. The sweat poured off her. Saliva streamed from her mouth and down the sides of her neck. Miko changed the sequence of shocks so they both came at the same time. Once more she increased the current. Behind the gag, Kathy began to scream as she came for the third time within ten minutes. After her fourth orgasm, she passed out.

However, Miko continued to play Kathy’s body like an instrument. The brushes in the clitoral cup spun around, then slowly moved from side to side, and then rapidly up and down. The dildos retracted, and lengthened, and swelled, and twisted and turned, and plunged in and out. The current diminished and increased randomly. Sometimes the shocks were delivered together. At other times they alternated. The secretions that flowed from Kathy’s cunt puddled under her. She urinated. The bed was soaked.

Miko played with her for more than two hours. During those hours Kathy lost consciousness four times. Miko counted twelve orgasms.

When Kathy passed out for the fifth time, Miko quickly withdrew and disconnected the devices. She removed the restraints, packed everything including cosmetics, ointments, perfumes, shoes, and gowns into her suitcase. Before she and Mr. Naka left, they placed a towel under the unconscious Kathy, took her pulse, and pulled a sheet over her.