The Penitent IV: Inner Circle

Chapter One-5

“How can you be so....so...”

“Despicable,” he interrupted. “It’s easy, Mrs. Ryan, and gives me pleasure.” He sat back again, “Yes, my revenge gives me great pleasure indeed.” He held his hand out toward her. “Kiss it,” he said. Kathy glanced away, then lifted her head and pressed her lips to the back of his hand. “You are learning, my little pet.” Half standing, he unbuckled his belt and pushed both his trousers and shorts down to his ankles. The warm fetid odor washed over her, his fat white c**k and heavy testicles dangled in front of her face for a moment before he sat down. Slowly he moved to the edge of the leather chair and drew his knees back, presenting her with the huge pale sweaty expanse of his pimpled ass at the center of which was his black hairy hole. “Do you like what you see, Mrs. Ryan?” he snickered. Kathy said nothing. “Damn you, b***h!” he shouted.

“Yes,” Kathy said quickly, “yes, I like what I see.”

“I also want you to recognize me by my scent.” He drew his legs farther back. “Come forward, my pet, and sniff. Bury your nose between my ass cheeks and breathe deeply until I tell you to stop.” Kathy felt her stomach turn and forced back the gorge that had started to rise. “Do it!” Ruben demanded. She pressed her face between his parted ass cheeks until the tip of her nose touched his dark hole. The stench was unbearable. He kept her there for a full three minutes, before tapping her on the arm and lowering his legs.

“Did you find that pleasurable? Perhaps even arousing?” he chided. Kathy said nothing. “You are pushing your luck, you arrogant b***h!” he growled.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better.”

“Yes, you’re going to become my little pet. That’s how little doggies do it, by sniffing. And when you realize it’s your master’s prick, how will you respond, how will the former arrogant princess of our community please me with her young soft lips?”

With her head still lowered, she began to speak, “On my knees, naked....”

“Look up,” he ordered.

She lifted her head. His little eyes were hard, his thick lips wet. “On my knees, naked, I...I’ll begin slowly by licking your testicles and...and behind them. I’ll run my tongue along the underside of...of your c**k and around the rim of your cockhead. I’ll hold your c**k and testicles against my cheeks and kiss them. Kiss them many times. As you said, I’ll moan with pleasure. I’ll take as much of you into my mouth as I can and suck slowly. I’ll make your c**k wet, very wet. I’ll do my best to take the full length of your c**k into my mouth and throat. I’ll milk it slowly for a long time. When you c*m I’ll swallow all of it and, with your permission, squeeze the last drop out and lick it up.”

“I want the important men in the community to see that you’ve fallen in love with me. I want them to know that sucking my prick gives Mrs. Ryan a great deal of pleasure. Do you understand?”

Describing how she would service him had an effect on Kathy she despised and tried, in vain, to stop. She could feel the heat draining down toward her v****a. Her n*****s had stiffened and her breath came faster. Still looking up into his evil face she said, “I promise. I’ll make them aware. I’ll make them see that I’ve become yours, that I want it...want your cock...want to be your woman.” Before she knew what she was doing, she reached for his hand and pressed her lips to it again.

He quickly withdrew his hand and slapped her hard across the cheek. The stinging blow brought tears to her eyes. “I intend to destroy your husband’s good standing in the community and your own, Mrs. Ryan,” he said evenly. “I’m going to enjoy causing you pain, physical pain. I’m going to take pleasure in humiliating you in every way possible. You are going to help to bring disgrace to your husband’s name. You are going to suffer at my hands without complaint. In fact you are going to show everyone that you are most grateful to be in my company and to meekly serve my niece. Sheila will not only expect you to serve her, but to service her as well.” He smiled, “Do you know what ‘service’ means? Tell me.”

She held his gaze for a moment, then looked down. “It means I will be made to service her…her…pussy. Make her cum.”

“That’s right,” he said. “Sheila is looking forward to having you kneel between her legs and lick her cunt. I’m sure she will require you to please her in other ways with your sweet mouth.” He tugged at the leash. “Stand up and tell me how you intend to make amends for the way you once insulted me. When you’re finished I want you to do something other than kiss my hand to show your respect.”

Trembling, Kathy stood before him. “I will accept without complaint whatever punishment you feel I deserve. I will obey you and...and...Miss Sheila.” She paused. He jerked the chain. She nodded, “I...I...will help to destroy my...my husband’s good name by saying we lied last year. I will say that he...that he molested your niece and later entered into an...an affair with her.”

“And you will let them know by what you say and do that you desire me, that you’ve given yourself to me?

“Yes, I’ll make it clear that I’m your woman...that I’ve given myself to you and wish to continue to give myself to you.”

He leaned toward her, his eyes burning into her, “From now on I’m going to enjoy seeing the lovely young Mrs. Ryan at the country club pool wearing the briefest of bikinis. Let me tell you how it’s going to be. I will sit in a chair, and you, Mrs. Ryan, will always lie on the deck at my feet. That will be your place, not seated next to me but lying at my feet just like an obedient and loving pet. You will never go in the water. Your makeup and hair will be perfect. Your firm body will be splendidly tanned. All the men at the club; the teenagers, the husbands of your friends, the single men, the middle aged and older men will want you because you will be the most beautiful most desirable woman there. Some of the men will stare at you, others will glance your way as often as they can. They will want you, Mrs. Ryan. They will all want you.

“When I crook my finger, you nod your head then come closer until your lips are over my toes. With your friends and the others staring in disbelief, you will lower your head to kiss the feet of Simon Ruben, not once but several times.” He paused reveling in the scene he’d just described. “Imagine it, Mrs. Ryan. We are at the country club pool. Your crowd, the young friends who respected and admired you and Jeff are nearby. They often look in our direction and whisper among themselves, wondering no doubt why the beautiful young Mrs. Ryan is stretched out at the feet of old Simon Ruben.” He closed his eyes and chuckled. “Then,” he continued, “you look up at me. Tell me what you are going to do, Mrs. Ryan. What are you going to do before the startled eyes of your former friends. Describe it fully, add to what I’ve just said.”

She tried, unsuccessfully, to force the image of the scene from her mind. She knew what he expected to hear, “We will go to the Country Club pool several times each week. I will try to be beautiful for you. I’ll not go in the water but instead I’ll lie at your feet. At a signal from you, I’ll press my lips to your toes, lovingly. I’ll wear the briefest of bikinis. I won’t look at anyone but you. When you nod your head I’ll get up and press my body against yours. I’ll put my arms around your neck and kiss you, tongue kiss you.”

“Ahh, yes. Very good, Mrs. Ryan. I intend to make sure you do exactly what you’ve promised.” He smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, in the coming summer are you going to feel humiliated before your friends or proud?”

She looked up at him. “I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t feel humiliated, Mr. Ruben.” She knew he wanted to hear more. “But by then you will have trained me…will have made me learn to…to…respect you. In time, I think, I will come to feel proud to show my friends that I have become your woman.” She paused, “My devotion to you will be obvious to everyone. They will know that I give myself to you whenever you want me.”

He glanced at her breasts, “I see that your n*****s are stiff. Is your cunt wet?”

She looked away from him, “Yes it is…my cunt is wet.”

“Is it fair to assume then that being in the presence of Simon Ruben excites you. Does Simon Ruben make Mrs. Ryan hot?”

She felt the color rush to her cheeks as she bowed her head. After several moments she spoke softly trying to keep her voice from trembling, “What you say is true.” She paused again, fighting against the quickening of her breath. Under the metal cap, she felt her c******s swell. She saw her engorged n*****s turn a darker shade of pink.

“The words, Mrs. Ryan, the words,” he chided.

“Yes, it is as you say. Being here with you, being alone with Simon Ruben excites me. I don’t know why it happens, but I am, as you can see, aroused.”

“Yes, Mrs. Ryan, I can see that you are. I knew you would be.”

Quickly, she looked up at him again trying to force from her imagination the images of what the future would bring. Suddenly the anger she felt toward him exploded. “You are a fat pig and a coward! You are hateful and cruel beyond words! You stink of sweat! In the past it was beneath me to even acknowledge you! To kneel naked before you is unthinkable!”

Ruben’s face blanched then turned dark red. He rose out of his chair prepared to strike her, but she moved back. Staring across the space that separated them, he roared, “You will pay, Mrs. Ryan, you will pay dearly!” He pressed a button next to his chair. Jane and a muscular black man who was her son, suddenly appeared. “Take this insolent b***h to her room and chain her over the cage!” he shouted.