Free The Facility by Charles Arnold

police.” His voice rose and his face became red with anger. She thought instead of ordering him to leave her house she should have killed him.
    The idea that she had to obey this ignorant, sadistic brute was incomprehensible. She was Kathy Ryan, for God’s sake. Abul was nothing. He continued to study her as he stroked his cock. “You have had an eventful evening, Mrs. Ryan. It is now night. You must be tired, but instead of sleeping in your own bed, you’ve come here to me. And you’ve gone to the trouble of dressing in a very revealing gown. I see that under it you are naked.” He smiled slightly mistaking her anger for embarrassment. “It’s obvious you have rubbed your body with oil. You’ve carefully painted your lips and eyes. Now you’ve come to my bedroom. Why did you do that? You must want something. Answer my questions first, then tell me what it is you want.”
    She glanced at him and quickly lowered her eyes. It would not do to defy him. It was a case of submit or suffer. “I’m here because Miko...” she began.
    “I don’t want to hear about Miko,” he said sternly.
    She understood what he meant for her to say. “I...I...have tried to make myself look presentable...I mean desirable in order to please you because...because...” she couldn’t finish.
    He scowled at her. “Your long nipples are pressing against your gown, Mrs. Ryan. I can see them from here. It’s a tight gown and cut low. You are wearing shoes with a very high heel. They shape your legs and lift your ass. Your red lips glisten, Mrs. Ryan. I suspect even though your ass cheeks are still burning from the whip, your cunt is wet...wet and hot. Am I not correct? I will ask one more time, what do you want?”
    “Yes,” she spoke quietly, “you are correct. I still feel the pain of the whip, but...but my...my cunt is wet...it is hot and wet because I want to...to...serve you.” She lifted her head. His evil grinning face leered at her. He was ugly and vicious. She summoned all of her will in order to look at him. “I...I have tried to make myself acceptable to you. I am here to serve you.” Her mind was screaming, ‘I hate you! I hate you! You’re revolting!’
    “Do you find your Master attractive? Does he excite you? Do you want to make love to him?”
    She glanced at the small cameras near the ceiling. “Yes,” she said quietly.
    “Ahhh, Mrs. Ryan, when are you going to learn how to answer questions I put to you?”
    “Yes, Master,” she said, looking down at the floor, “I find you attractive and...and desirable. You excite me. I...I...would like to make love to you...to...to give myself to you.”
    “Is that really true?” His eyes bore into her. “Perhaps it is the cream Miko rubs into your vagina that is making your nipples hard. Perhaps that’s what is making your breathing so fast. Maybe it’s the stimulating ointment that is causing the wetness between your legs and the need you are feeling in your hot cunt?” Kathy was silent. “Answer me, you American bitch!” Abul shouted.
    Still not looking up, the color rising to her cheeks, Kathy stammered, “No...no...it is not the cream. It is you who excites me.” She thought, ‘it is the ointment that arouses me. It can’t be him, could never, ever be him.’
    “You have stood there for several minutes and have not yet greeted me in the way that shows respect,” Abul moved his feet forward. Kathy saw that he still had not bathed. Except for where her mouth had touched him, his feet were dirty, his black toenails long and repulsive. “You have taken pains to paint your lips so as to emphasize their fullness. If I recall, they are soft and warm.” He sipped his drink and stared at her. His hand moved in his crotch. “I see you are trembling, Mrs. Ryan. It is because I’ve kept you waiting. I know what you want, Mrs. Ryan. I know why you’ve painted your mouth so provocatively. You want to kneel at your Master’s feet and demonstrate your respect.