The Facility by Charles Arnold Read Free Book Online

The men could see the red dot of her painted anus.
    “You need to learn respect, American bitch,” Abul spoke in a loud voice, trying to bring his anger under control. “We have someone here who is anxious to teach you. His name is Swart.”
    “Let me down!” Kathy cried. “You have no right! Mr. Satomi promised!”
    “Mr. Satomi promised nothing!” Abul yelled, his anger mounting. “Mr. Satomi gave you to me with orders that you are to be trained. And this is your first real lesson.” He gestured to the dwarf who picked up a long stiff leather whip from the floor, which he coiled as he lurched toward Kathy. “Let the pupil see her mullah,” Abul said.
    Swart shuffled to the other side of the pole. Grinning, he looked up at Kathy and held out the coiled whip. “Make her kiss the handle,” Narimov yelled. The dwarf lifted the intricately carved handle to Kathy’s lips. She spit on it. Swart made a guttural hissing sound in his throat and reaching up, he dug his fingernails into one of her painted nipples and twisted it viciously. Kathy cried out. Only her toes touched the floor, so she could not turn away from him. She felt as if her arms were being pulled from their sockets.
    She still believed they were only trying to frighten her so that she would obey Abul’s obscene order. Satomi had said nothing about the possibility of physical punishment. In her entire life no one had ever struck her. She had never been given more than a mild verbal rebuke. It was true that when she agreed to come here, she’d expected to be humiliated if she disobeyed, but to be strung up and beaten by a sub-human creature was beyond imagining. Even now, she felt she would awaken from this nightmare and find herself at home, warm and comfortable in her own bed. There was still something terribly unreal about how she had come to this place.
    She had only the vaguest memory of Abul in her house. After that, there was the need to get away. The flight to London. Then, being intercepted by Satomi’s men. She recalled going with them to an airplane. Miko and Mi Jong were on it. Then, it seemed, some time passed before she was taken to Madam Khe’s quarters. But even that came back to her as a hazy dream. It was clear now that they had been drugging her. She could not imagine what they might have made her do when she had no will of her own. But the mindless woman who obeyed them was not Kathy Ryan. Kathy Ryan would never submit to Abul. He was an ugly, filthy, foul smelling animal. She was glad she had defied him. She was glad she had spit on the precious handle of the pygmy's silly whip.
    Kathy looked up. Directly in front of her stood Miko, who held in her hand the remote control that activated the stimulator cup. Kathy had forgotten it. She’d concluded Miko was there to release her. She opened her mouth to speak but screamed instead.
    The whip whistled before it struck her flesh with a loud crack. Before her, Miko’s face became a blur. Miko turned the dial on the remote just as the next blow landed. Through a red haze of pain, Kathy felt a momentary sensation of pleasure as the tiny circular brush spun against her clitoris. Ten seconds passed before the whip cracked a third time. But again, as the shooting pain of the lash caused her to scream, she felt the quick buzz of the stimulator. A ten second wait before Kathy’s shriek once more echoed off the stone walls as Miko quickly turned the dial on and off.
    Behind her, Kathy heard Swart grunting. Silently, she counted. At ten the whip whistled through the air and raised another long red welt on the pale quivering cheek of her ass. She tried not to scream, but the searing pain tore a cry from her throat just as the stimulator sent an electric shock of pleasure to her brain. The blows came faster now, at five-second intervals. With each crack of the whip, Kathy tried desperately to twist away, but since only the tips of her toes touched the floor, she could not. Tears streamed down