Chapter Twenty Four - Flight

Kathy awoke slowly, drifting in and out of frightening dreams. Gradually, she became aware of the soaked mattress. Then she felt a throbbing pain in her anus and the soreness of her nipples. Her mouth hurt, too, where the ball gag had stretched it. She felt a dull pounding in her head. It took several minutes before her eyes focused.

She struggled to sit up. Except for the ruined mattress, which smelled of urine and was flecked with spots of blood, everything seemed in order. The house was quiet. It surprised her to discover that she was alone. Little by little the events of last night began coming back to her. She remembered Abul...sucking his hideous cock...feeling it tear her ass. She remembered the Japanese woman with her jar of ointment and her silver needles. She remembered the small sound of the whirring camera. She noticed the marks around her waist and thighs left by the Velcro restraints. Gingerly, she touched the tiny scratches on her nipples.

Other memories began to come, but she forced them back into her subconscious. She began to convince herself that the most obscene unspeakable events happened in the nightmare dreams from which she had just awakened. Compared to the abuses of last night, Stein’s little entertainments were a walk in the park. She should have listened to him. Men like Satomi and Abul were not interested in playing games. She remembered the woman, Miko, saying something about mind and spirit...about how she must allow these people to control her mind and consequently destroy her spirit. When she signed the contracts it was, for them, an invitation to do exactly that. They had lost no time in beginning and they were experts.

She had to get away. There was no question about that. She wondered why they had not left someone here to watch her. Then she remembered she was broke. They had taken her car, her cash, her credit cards, and closed her bank account. She had signed over the house to them. She had absolutely nothing except some loose change in the bottom of her purse. She thought of calling Ted or Stein or even Brian but after what happened to Richie, she didn’t want to get them involved.

Suddenly she recalled the ‘Playtime’ can. She and Jeff had hidden a coffee can in the back of their closet. They would often put extra cash in it, always bills. From time to time, they would spill the money out on the bed and count it. Depending on how much was there, they would treat themselves to a spontaneous ‘playtime’. Most often it would be a big night in the city or a weekend at some bed and breakfast in the country.

She ran to the closet. The can was still there. Quickly she went to the living room and emptied it on the coffee table. She counted eleven hundred and fifty-three dollars. It wasn’t as much as she’d hoped, but it would get her to London. She could stay with her sister-in-law for a few days until she came up with a plan to change her identity and escape to some remote place where Satomi could not find her. She dialed Mary Margaret’s London number. She let it ring for five minutes, but there was no answer. Well, it would just have to be a surprise visit. She called the airlines and booked a seat on an U.S. Air flight that was leaving Pittsburgh at four o’clock for J.F.K. in New York. She lucked out and was able to get a seat on Virgin Atlantic that would leave New York at eleven tonight and put her down at London’s Heathrow around ten-thirty tomorrow morning. She checked her watch. It was now two-fifteen. Perfect.

She had just stepped out of the shower when her phone rang. She hesitated but it occurred to her that if one of Satomi’s people were calling and she didn’t answer, they would be on their way to her house in minutes. She picked up the phone. It was Miko. “You are accepted,” she said. “Limousine be there to get you at four o’clock. Be ready.”

Kathy tried to keep her voice from shaking, “Yes, Miko, I’ll be ready.” She heard the click as Miko hung up. She called a cab and hastily threw some clothes into a carry- on bag. At ten-thirty she was boarding the Virgin Airways jumbo jet in New York. It lifted off the runway a half hour later.

She had never been able to sleep on airplanes, but she slept soundly, not waking until the flight attendant shook her as they were landing at Heathrow. If she’d had dreams during the night, she couldn’t remember them.

Since she didn’t have any baggage, she went directly to the terminal exit where a cab was waiting at the curb. She caught her breath when she noted that the driver was a Pakistani, but this was London. She was safe. She climbed in and gave him Mary Margaret’s address. He made no move to start the car. She thought he hadn’t heard her so she repeated the address. Suddenly both back doors opened and two men slid in beside her. As the cab was pulling away from the curb, she wanted to scream but her throat had gone dry and the man on her left was holding up a ball gag and shaking his head. He was a big man with a ruddy face and short, cropped hair. The man on her right was another Pakistani, younger and thin.

“You can call me Bill,” the big man said. “That’s Benji,” he said pointing to the younger man.

“Where are you taking me?” Kathy managed to ask after they had driven for several minutes in silence.

“Not far,” Bill said. The cab turned into a narrow unpaved road that skirted one of the outer fences surrounding the airport. The driver pulled in next to a small cinder block building and stopped. “Now we have to have our little talk,” Bill said. “Mostly I will talk and you will listen.” He made himself comfortable, turning slightly to face her. “You will listen and listen good. Right?”

“Yes,” Kathy said.

“Tell me, Kathy,” he began, “have you ever ordered a lobster in a restaurant?”

The question surprised her. “Yes, yes I have.”

“Do you know what happens in the kitchen when you order a lobster?”

“I think they take it out of a tank and drop it in boiling water.”

“Right, Kathy. It’s exactly what they do. Have you ever felt guilty about that? I mean you just point to something on a menu and a living thing gets dropped into a pot of boiling water and dies.”

Kathy was slow to answer. “No, I guess I never really thought about it.”

“Ahh, right again, Kathy. Well, let me tell you that Mr. Satomi shares your attitude, not only as it pertains to lobsters, but also in regard to people. To him you and I mean no more than a lobster any one of us might order in a restaurant. He has people killed all the time, everyday in fact, and like you with the lobster, he never really thinks about it.”

“You mean that you are here to...to...

“To kill you?” He smiled at her. “No, no, we’re not going to do that.. Although if Mr. Satomi hadn’t been impressed with the video tape, various parts of your lovely body would now be collecting flies in dumpsters scattered around Pittsburgh.” He paused, letting this sink in. “Trying to break your contract with one of the world’s most powerful men was not a smart move, Kathy.”

“How did you find out so quickly where I was going?”

“We knew where you were headed almost as soon as you did. We know the details of every phone call you’ve made in the last couple of months. Mr. Satomi is no fool, believe me. You haven’t taken a piss that he doesn’t know about.”

“Why did you let me get this far?”

“You were to be sent in this direction anyway so we decided to let you come over on your own. Besides, it’s easier here in Europe for us to do the things we have to do.

“What’s going to happen to me?”

“I was coming to that. First, let me show you a couple of photographs.” From his coat pocket he took a packet of snapshots and handed them to Kathy.

She uttered a little cry when she saw that they were of her sister-in-law, Mary Margaret. The beautiful young woman was riding a bike in one. In another, she was apparently going out on a date. Another showed her at a beach wearing a string bikini. There were photographs of her studying at a desk in her room, eating in a small cafe, on a bridge looking down at the Thames, on the steps of the library, and one startling picture of her stepping out of her shower. Kathy felt as if she might be sick. She had put her young, innocent sister-in-law in harm’s way. Had it not been for Kathy’s connection to Satomi, these people would have had no reason to photograph Mary Margaret.

“Please,” Kathy said, the tears forming in her eyes, “I’ll do anything you say. I’ll abide by the terms of the contract. I promise not to try to run away again. Anything, only please, please don’t hurt her.”

“We know you are going to fulfill your contract, and we know you won’t run away again. There’s never been any question about those things. I showed you the photographs just to illustrate a point. I want you to understand that since the day you made the decision to enter the service of Mr. Satomi, any other independent decision you make could affect others...adversely affect them. In signing the contract you gave up the right to decide anything. Do you understand that?

“Yes, now I do.”

“Just for the record, when we showed Mr. Satomi the photographs of your sister-in-law, he expressed some interest.”

“No! No! Please, not her,” Kathy began to cry.

“Of course not. There’s no need to be concerned. We just wanted you to realize that what you did could have led to an unfortunate result.” He waited for Kathy to calm down before continuing.

“I’m so terribly sorry,” she said. “If I had known, I never would have...”

“Right. Well you know now. The terms of your contract state that after successfully completing a two months training period, you will enter Mr. Satomi’s service as one of his concubines. Isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, I think that’s what it said.”

“The training facility is on this side of the Atlantic. That’s where we are going to take you now.” He picked up the car phone and spoke in a language she couldn’t understand. They waited in silence for five minutes. Then, a large private jet appeared slowly moving up to the other side of the fence. “There’s our ride,” Bill said. The two men and Kathy went through a gate in the fence and boarded the plane.

In the front compartment were several Pakistanis. They turned to look at her. “She’s the one,” Bill said to them. He reached into the side pocket of his coat and withdrew a videocassette. There was a large TV screen in the front of the compartment. Beside it was a VCR. Bill slid the cassette into the VCR. “I got you boys a copy of the tape starring our little runaway,” he chuckled. The young Pakistani quickly ushered Kathy through a door that led to a spacious back compartment. “So, you tried run away.” It was Miko. Kathy felt her heart sink. “Mr. Satomi not like. You be punished.” She took Kathy’s arm and led her to the back of the plane as it rolled down the runway and was immediately airborne.

Miko closed the door to the back compartment and locked it. On a stool next to a full sized fiberglass tub sat a young woman every bit as homely as Miko. “This Mi Jong...she Korean,” Miko said, pointing toward the girl. “She give you bath. Much to do in short time.” The tub had been filled with scented hot water. Kathy lay back in it and let the soothing hands of the young woman bathe her. “Wash hair, too,” Miko said. “Must make beautiful, pleasing to look at.”

When she stepped out of the tub both Miko and Mi Jong patted her briskly with huge towels. Miko then blew her hair dry and styled it. Next came the ritual enema, the pedicure and manicure. “Now,” Miko said, “make body smooth like silk, make glow like soft lantern.” The two women rubbed her with a heavily perfumed oil that did seem to give a glowing sheen to her skin.

When they finished, Kathy turned to Miko, “Please, Miko, tell me where we are going,” she said.

“You not know?”

“I don’t. Really I don’t.”

“We go to training place. In mountains of North Pakistan. By self. Nothing near.”

Kathy was afraid to ask her next question. “Miko, can you tell me who is in charge of this training place?”

“Who else?” Miko permitted herself a slight smile, “Mr. Abul.”

Kathy stood up looking around wildly. She could not go back to him! He was hideously ugly and cruel. She despised him, and he terrified her. She knew he meant to destroy her. Miko and the Korean woman grabbed her and forced her down on the stool. “They show you pictures, right? Pictures of sister-in-law, right?” Miko glared at her. “If Mr. Satomi don’t have you, he get pretty sister-in-law. You know it will happen. Now, no more foolishness.” Kathy began to tremble uncontrollably. Mi Jong held her while Miko got out the needles.

Seeing the needles, Kathy shook her head and drew back. Miko took the needles from Mi Jong and held them up before Kathy. “You not like acupuncture?”

“For God’s sake, Miko, please...no...no needles, please Miko. I beg you.”

Miko put the needles down. “Okay,” she said, “no needle.” She looked across at Mi Jong and gestured. Mi Jong poured a hot liquid into a small cup and handed it to the older woman. Miko offered it to Kathy. “You upset. This will calm.” Kathy shook her head. “Drink!” Miko ordered. Kathy’s hands shook as she accepted the cup and quickly drank the bitter tasting tea.

Within three minutes she had stopped trembling. She leaned back, her body relaxed, a dreamy look in her eyes. Once more, Miko picked up the needles. Again, she held them up for Kathy to see. There were more of them than Miko had used in Pittsburgh. Kathy made no response. The first time, Miko had coated the ends of only four needles with the bright green liquid. Now she dipped the tips of six into the vial.

Carefully, she inserted them in on both sides of Kathy’s neck, and under her breasts, and into her feet and the outer folds of her labial lips. Soon Kathy felt the soft buzzing in her head. Miko and Mi Jong worked together applying eye shadow and lipstick and gloss. As before, her nipples were darkened with rouge. “You want to be beautiful for meeting with master, yes?” Miko asked.

Kathy turned her head slowly to look at Mi Jong then back at Miko. It seemed to take awhile before she realized what Miko had asked. “Yes, I want to be beautiful for him,” she said. Kathy felt the wetness begin in her vagina and her nipples hardened. Gently they laid her down on a padded couch that had been built into the compartment wall. They let her rest.

Much later, Miko crouched beside her and lightly pressed her fingers to Kathy’s forehead. She began to speak to Kathy in a soft comforting voice. “What is master?” she asked.

“Master is everything.”

“You need to be punish for running away?”

“Yes. I need to be punished for running away.”

“We soon meet master. Feel honored to look at master? Feel honored to touch him?

“Yes, I feel honored to look at him. Honored to touch him. He is everything.”

“Who is master?”

“Mr. Abul is my master.”

The needles had done their work. Mi Jong removed all of them except those that had been dipped in the green fluid. Miko continued to stroke Kathy’s forehead and speak to her. “You remember master’s promise?”

Kathy flinched slightly before answering. “Yes, I remember it.”

“And your promise. You remember it?”

“I do.”

“The gift?” Miko watched her closely.

Kathy looked puzzled for a moment and then in a dull, flat voice said, “Yes, the gift.”

Miko stopped rubbing Kathy’s forehead. She gestured for Mi Jong to remove the remaining needles. The plane was beginning to descend.

Miko indicated that Kathy was to stand. Mi Jong came to them with a black cotton caftan that covered Kathy’s naked body, her hair, and all of her face except her eyes. They slipped her feet into a pair of sandals. “Now we meet master and go to reception room of training place. Master and friends are there waiting for you. “

The plane had landed and rolled to a stop before a small terminal. A few minutes later, three figures dressed in black cotton caftans made their way to a long white limousine, which was parked just outside the gate.

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