The Penitent II: The Facility

Chapter Two – Madam Khe-1

Chapter Two – Madam Khe

Later that evening, Abul, Madam Khe, and Miko watched the tape of Kathy’s performance. When it was over, Madam Khe sat for a long while, not speaking. Abul sprawled in the chair facing her desk. Miko stood at the back wall. Finally, Madam Khe looked up at them, “The old man was right, you know. She would never have done that without the drugs and Miko’s hypnotic skills.” She shook her head at Abul, “Don’t you ever wash? The sight of that beautiful young girl’s lips on your repulsive feet was sickening.”

Abul started to rise in anger, then thought better of it. “Why wash when I have the tongue of the American woman to clean me?”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right. She must learn to accept a lot worse.” She looked over at Miko. “She needed six needles or she would not have obeyed?” It was a question.

“That is right, madam, she would not have obeyed.” Miko said. “Not only six, but it took a full hour to complete the spell. She has a strong spirit. Not easy to weaken.”

“What are her true feelings toward Mr. Abul?”

“Hate, Madam, much hate and fear.”

“If I were to send her to him without your needles or your words?”

“Only if she thought to disobey might harm her sister-in-law would she kneel to him. Even then, I know she would never do what we expect.”

“And if I were to have her brought to me?”

“That, I think, would be different. You are clean, Madam, and beautiful. You have not yet given her reason to fear. But I would suggest one needle and some words from me.”

“Good. Spend tomorrow preparing her. You know what I like. I’ll send for her tomorrow evening.”

Abul frowned and, leaning forward, placed both hands on the edge of the desk. “I hope you are not forgetting, Madam, why she is here.”

“No, I’m not forgetting. She is to be trained to service men. That’s the first and primary consideration. However, she must also be taught to serve women. The woman in Mr. Satomi’s company will want that sweet little mouth of hers to please them in a variety of ways. Don’t worry, Abul, within six or eight weeks, without benefit of drugs, she will beg to press her pretty lips to your anus or for something else just as malignant.”

Abul sat back, “But how? Miko says her spirit is strong.”

“First, we keep suggesting to her that what she has done under the influence of Miko’s hypnotic suggestions are things that, deep inside, she really wants to do. Miko’s spells give her permission to be the person we saw in that tape. Have one of your men edit out the interruption by the old man where he mentions the drugs. We don’t want her to continue to believe she’s been drugged. Miko, is there any other way to administer the drug without the needles?”

“No, madam, all must come together at same time; acupuncture, drugged needles, and my words. She has to be quite able to hear and understand. I can change color of drug. Make it clear so she thinks she only getting acupuncture to relax. Make it so she think there is no more drugs.”

“Good, do that. For now, continue to remind her that the safety of her sister-in-law depends on obedience. Keep applying the salve to her v****a and anus. I want her to be continually aroused but not able to orgasm. Fit her with the metal cup so she can’t get herself off. It allows her to urinate doesn’t it?”

“Yes. No need to take off unless to bathe, but Mi Jong and me bathe her and see that she not touch self.”

“Bring her to me in my quarters at ten o’clock tomorrow night.” She motioned Miko forward and handed her a manila folder. “I’ve made a list of instructions: how to prepare her, how she is to greet me, what I am going to expect of her. Give her just one drugged needle, but impress on her that unless she does exactly what she’s told, Mr. Satomi’s men might be ordered to bring her precious sister-in-law here to service Abul. That should put some fear into her.”

Madam Khe was about to dismiss them when Abul spoke up. “What about the punishment? She’s been told several times that because she tried to run away she is to be punished.”

Madam Khe nodded, “Yes, I had forgotten that. What do you suggest?”

“Three days from now, we will receive a visit from Narimov, a powerful political leader from Uzbekistan. He is a conservative zealot who hates Americans, especially American women. His s****l preference is for boys. However, he very much enjoys seeing women beaten. We owe him some favors. The American woman has never felt the whip. We should introduce her to it for Narimov’s pleasure.”

“Is he the one who is attended by that grotesque dwarf?” Madam Khe asked.

“Yes. The dwarf is very good with the whip.”

Madam Khe looked down at her desk for a moment, then raising her head she said, “Very well. You are right, she needs to become accustomed to the whip, and she needs to learn that attempts to escape will not be tolerated. Let them mark her, Abul, but permit no permanent damage. I’ll have Miko fit her with the remote stimulator so that she begins to associate pleasure with her pain. I will watch from here on the monitor. We’ll send a tape to Mr. Satomi.” She waved them toward the door.

Kathy was permitted to sleep until late in the morning. She was awakened by Miko, who gently shook her shoulder. “Must get up. First day of training,” Miko said.

It took several minutes for Kathy to realize where she was. She looked around the small white room. Built into one wall was a closet. An arched opening next to it led to a white tiled bathroom. Against the wall beside her single bed were a dressing table, a large mirror, and a chair. In the far wall was a heavy solid oak door. The only window was a small barred opening high above her bed. Against the ceiling opposite her bed was a video camera. She noticed three other video cameras placed in the ceiling above her bed and two on the walls next it. The walls were made of thick plaster, and the bare floor was tiled.

She quickly became aware that under the sheet that covered her, she was naked. There was something pressed tight against her pubic bone. She reached down and felt a metal plate shaped to cover her v****a. It was held in place by leather straps fitted with small “D” rings and locks. “Miko, what...” she began alarmed.

“So you cannot touch self,” Miko explained. “There is small opening for making pee. Turn over,” Miko ordered. “Need healing salve on hole.” It was then that Kathy felt the aching pain in her anal passage. She tried to recall when she had last been penetrated there. Almost a week ago in her house by Abul. It had been horrible, but it shouldn’t hurt like this now. As if she were reading Kathy’s thoughts, Miko asked, “What you remember about yesterday?”

Kathy tried hard to think back but everything seemed blurred. “I don’t know,” she said. “The men, Mr. Satomi’s men, took me to the plane. You and Mi Jong were on it. You told me we were coming here, to the training facility. You said that...that...Abul would be in charge. I don’t remember much after that. There was a car. Then a room with men dressed in white. I think Abul was one of them. That’s all.” She felt Miko’s strong fingers rubbing her anal opening with the ointment then pushing it into her passage. “Miko, why...why is it so sore, so painful?”

“You ask Abul’s friends to f**k you there. Four of them and then Abul himself.” Kathy buried her head in her arms and began to cry. Miko unbuckled the straps holding the metal cup in place and taking the jar of salve she used first at Kathy’s house and again yesterday, she quickly rubbed it along the sobbing girl’s c******s and up into her v****a. The sobs turned to moans as Kathy reached down toward her p***y. Miko slapped her hand away and refastened and locked the straps.

Kathy looked up at her, “Please, Miko, please...I need to c*m. That cream you put on me there...it drives me crazy. Please, Miko.”

“You c*m when Madam Khe gives permission. Not before.”

“Madam Khe? I thought you said Abul was in charge.”

“Abul is master. Your Master while you here. But Madam Khe is boss. Boss of everyone. Must always do what Madam Khe say. Also must do what Abul say. But Madam Khe is boss.”

“But...”

“No more questions. No time for that. You get up now. Eat. I take to exercise room. Two hours exercise every morning. One hour swim. Rest two hours. Eat. Afternoon lessons: dance lessons, learn different languages, learn how to make self beautiful in different ways, how to use body and mouth to give pleasure to men and women in different ways, how to excite, how to offer self, how to be humble, how to be pleasure instrument. After lessons, enema and bath. Then I help prepare you to serve. Now, we go to room where electric machine remove all body hair. Gone for good. Never come back.”

She clipped a chain to Kathy’s collar and led her, naked, down the empty hall to a room where electrolysis was used to remove all of Kathy’s body hair and kill the roots. When they finished, her pubis, legs, underarms, and anal crack were as hairless as the day she was born. Miko inspected her carefully. “Good,” she said, “no more shaving.”

In the fully equipped gym Kathy was placed in the care of Mi Jong, who turned out to be a relentless but accomplished trainer. The other lessons followed. Like Mi Jong, the instructors were all women who were stern, unsmiling, and unable to hide the animosity they felt toward her.

Early that evening after the ritual enema, the bath, the rubbing of her body with scented oils, and the application of cosmetics, Miko sat Kathy down and faced her with a handful of acupuncture needles. Kathy drew back. “No,” she said. “They are drugged. They make me forget. No, Miko, no!” She started to rise. Quickly, Mi Jong pushed her back down.

“Not drugged,” Miko said. “See, no green stuff.” She held the needles up before Kathy’s eyes. “Acupuncture good for you. Make relax. No drugs this time. No drugs never no more. Madam Khe’s orders.” Mi Jong held Kathy’s shoulders down while Miko inserted sixteen of the small needles. Only the one behind Kathy’s left ear had been coated with the colorless drug. After a few minutes Kathy felt a very slight buzzing in her head, but Miko was talking to her in a soothing voice. Miko reminded her twice that failure to obey Madam Khe might be harmful to her sister-in-law.

Kathy nodded and said, “Yes, Miko, I understand. I will do what I’m told.”

After Miko had given her instructions regarding the meeting with Madam Khe, she placed a white transparent gown over Kathy’s shoulders. It tied at the neck in a satin bow and was open in the front. “No shoes,” Miko said. She attached the chain to Kathy’s collar and led her through the empty halls and up several flights of circular stairs. She stopped before a massive oak door and tapped on it lightly. The door was opened by a thin Asian serving girl who, Kathy thought, could not have been older than eleven. The girl slipped out and, as Kathy and Miko stepped inside, she swung the door closed behind them.

Kathy gasped. The room was lit only by candles. In its center was a huge raised bed covered with a black silk spread embroidered with golden dragons. The pillow shams were made in the same way. Over and around the bed hung a black gauze canopy. Under her bare feet, Kathy felt the thick wool of a black carpet. On either side of the bed were ebony tables. Occupying the far corner was an intricately carved chair, which appeared to be more like a throne. It was richly upholstered in black and gold silk. In it sat Madam Khe. She wore a silk gold dressing gown trimmed in black. Her feet rested on a small footstool. On them were black sling back heels. A gold ribbon held them to her instep. Her bright red painted toes were bare.

Miko whispered to Kathy who, bowing her head, approached the seated woman where she dropped to her knees and, crawling forward, touched her lips to Madam Khe’s feet. Then, she inched back, her head still bowed, her arms at her sides.

“Remove your gown,” Madam Khe ordered. With trembling fingers Kathy undid the clasp at her neck and pushed the gown from her shoulders. Except for her collar and the small metal cup that covered her c******s, she was naked.

“You need to be punished,” Madam Khe said.

“Yes,” Kathy whispered.

“Do you know why?”

“I tried to...to run away.”

“You will never do that again?”

“No, Madam. I will never do that again.”

“Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, how do you regard Mr. Abul.” She noticed Kathy clench her hands and draw in her breath. “No lies, now. I want the truth. What do you feel toward him?”

“I...I’m afraid of him, Madam. I...I...” Kathy swallowed, finding it hard to continue.

“Go on,” Madam Khe said, “other than fear, what is it you feel?”

“Revulsion, Madam. He...he...is so unclean, so vile smelling, and so...so...much like an animal. I find him unbearable, Madam. I have never met a man who is as disgusting. He is cruel. My husband,” Kathy looked away and paused for a moment, fighting back the tears. “My husband,” she continued, “was the kindest and most gentle man I’ve ever known. Since his death, I have suffered at the hands of clever men who were both demanding and heartless. Abul is by far the worst. And I know, Madam, that he hates me. Just the thought of him touching me ...” She looked down at the floor as a violent shudder went through her body. Madam Khe nodded, waiting for Kathy to regain her composure.

“Well,” she began when Kathy once more looked up at her, “that account is as accurate as any. Abul is exactly as you describe him: unspeakably filthy, arrogant, vile, ugly, callus. In your country, he would be called a thug. He despises all women but you are right...to him you are a special abomination. If he can, he will humiliate and abuse you in ways you cannot imagine. You are a rich American. You are young and beautiful. Your husband was handsome and he loved you. I expect both your parents and your husband pampered you. I understand you once humiliated Abul. He will never forget or forgive you for that. You represent everything he hates and, I believe, hate is the only real emotion he feels. The brute is obsessed.”

“I know,” Kathy began, “but maybe you could...”

Madam Khe held up her hand. “I will do nothing to help you. You certainly must understand by now that he is your master here. While you are in this facility, your purpose is to obey Abul and serve him and learn in time even to worship him.”

Kathy, looking directly at Madam Khe, shook her head.

“You forget, Mrs. Ryan,” Madam Khe began sternly, “why you are here. One day, not long from now, we will bear witness as you perform, quite willingly, an act of such devotion to Abul that we all will know that you, indeed, have given yourself to him, completely and unconditionally. We will watch as you worship this filthy, odious man. You will serve him with your pretty mouth in ways no other woman would. You must learn that your body orifices no longer belong to you. They are his to use as he wishes. Your body is his.”

Kathy felt the lightness in her head and, for a moment, feared she might faint. She fought for control then quietly said, “Yes, Madam. I understand. I must serve him...but...but...”

Madam Khe leaned forward and placed her hand under Kathy’s chin forcing her head up. She stared into Kathy’s eyes. “You will acknowledge Abul as your master. You will obey and serve him,” she said, tightening her grip and digging her pointed nails into Kathy’s neck. “And no matter what he requires of you or how he abuses you, you will show him not only respect but gratitude.”

“Yes,” Kathy whispered, holding back the tears, “My master is Abul. I will obey and serve him. I will respect him and be grateful to him.”

“Good, see that you do. Miko has told you why you have been brought to me has she not?”

“Yes, Madam. I am here to...to...please you.”

“Do you know how to ask?”

“Yes, Madam. Miko has instructed me.”

“Well?” Impatiently, Madam Khe tapped her foot.

Kathy looked away for a moment, then bowed her head. “Please,” she began in a quiet voice, “I am here to please you. I thank you for the honor.”

“And how do you propose to please me, Mrs. Ryan?”

“If you will allow me, Madam, I wish to kneel here before you and please you with my lips and tongue.”

“Tell me exactly where you will use your lips and tongue to please me?”

“Your...your...vaginal opening and your c******s, Madam.”

“Learn to say the words, Mrs. Ryan. What exactly do you wish to do to my cunt?”

“I...I...would like to kiss it...to lick it...suck it...to...to make love to it with my mouth.”

“And will you also kiss and lick my anus?”

Kathy drew in her breath and bit her lip. Keeping her head bowed she whispered, “Yes, Madam, that too.”

“Good,” Madam Khe smiled, “I’ve never had a cultured and wealthy young American woman worship my ass. Look up here at me,” she ordered. Kathy raised her head. “Worship is the right word, isn’t it? On your knees to worship my cunt and my anal opening?”

“Yes, Madam,” Kathy could feel her own juices begin to flow, “on my knees to worship your cunt and your anal opening.”

“Come then.” Madam Khe opened her gown and spread her legs.

Kathy inched forward toward the neatly trimmed slit, which Madam Khe parted with two long crimson fingernails of her right hand. The strong fragrance of jasmine perfume mixed with the musky scent of the Chinese woman’s secretions. Tentatively, Kathy began to lick along the dark red inner folds and over the small purple nub of Madam Khe’s c******s. For a long time, Kathy knelt between the older woman’s legs. Finally Madam Khe laid her hand on Kathy’s bare shoulder, “Enough for the moment,” she said, gently tilting Kathy’s head up. “You like doing that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Madam. Thank you. You are...you are...”

“Clean and I smell like expensive perfume,” Madam Khe interrupted. She waved her hand at Miko who stood in the shadows by the door. “You can go, Miko. I wish to keep her for the night. She has a sensitive mouth. Come back for her when I ring in the morning.”

“Yes, Madam,” Miko said. She pushed on the heavy door and swung it closed behind her.

Madam Khe stood and crossed to the bed, motioning for Kathy to follow. She lay back against the satin pillows and shrugged the gown from her shoulders. Then rolling over, she pressed her face to the mattress and lifted her buttocks. Spreading the cheeks of her ass she said, “I don’t c*m easily, Mrs. Ryan. It promises to be a long night. Crawl up here on the bed behind me.” Kathy did as she was told. “Come closer and lean over. I want you to look carefully at my anal opening.” Kathy saw that, like her own, Madam Khe’s crack was hairless. Her opening was a dark, tightly puckered hole. “Worship it, Mrs. Ryan, worship it,” Madam Khe said.

Kathy placed her hands on the older woman’s ass cheeks, spreading them. She leaned forward to touch the fissure with her tongue. “Yes,” Madam Khe said, “Lick it. Make love to it until I tell you to put your mouth on my cunt.”

Slowly, Kathy ran the tip of her tongue along the crack, then paused once more to look at the wrinkled orifice. It seemed to pulse rhythmically as Madam Khe pushed it out and drew it in. As Kathy watched, the pinpoint hole gradually opened until it was the diameter of a pencil. Madam Khe lifted her head slightly and turned to look back. “You will learn as I have learned, Mrs. Ryan, to control your sphincter and anal muscles as well as you control your mouth. Now, taste it,” she said. Kathy pressed her parted lips over the open hole and eased her tongue into it. “Yes, that’s right,” Madam Khe whispered, “as far as you can and when you draw your tongue back out, do it slowly.”

Kathy did as she had been instructed. After a little while, she pulled the Chinese woman’s ass cheeks wider and pressed her lips tighter against the hole, which continued to open, allowing Kathy’s tongue deeper access to the slick anal passage. The honeyed jasmine oil was suddenly mixed with a bitter taste that made Kathy quickly lift her head. Madam Khe rolled over and looked up at the startled woman. Smiling, she said, “You will learn to accept it and perhaps one day even to beg for it.”

Kathy shook her head, “No, I do not wish to offend you Madam, but no, never. I could not. I simply could not.”

“Well, we will see. We will see.” Madam Khe spread her legs and crooked a finger at Kathy. “Now, make love to my cunt,” she said. “Slowly, slowly.”

A long time later, after Madam Khe had c*m, she gave Kathy a pillow and pointed to the floor. “You performed well, Mrs. Ryan. Get some rest. I will want you to service me several more times tonight. Miko will take you back in the morning.” Kathy slid off the bed and was preparing to lie down. “Haven’t you forgotten something?” Madam Khe asked.

“Oh, please forgive me,” Kathy leaned over the bed and taking Madam’s Khe’s tiny foot in her hand lowered her head to kiss the painted toes. She then pressed her swollen lips to the other foot. “Thank you, Madam Khe, for allowing me to serve you...for allowing me to ...to...”

“You do have a problem saying the words, don’t you?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, yes I do.”

“Never mind. Sleep now.”

“Yes, thank you,” Kathy said. She curled up on the floor beside the bed and reached between her legs where the metal cap kept her from touching the burning desire that promised to keep her from sleep.