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making grunting noises. When he grabbed her lacerated ass cheeks to spread them, she cried out in pain. Again, the men laughed. “Ram her, my boy!” Narimov shouted. Swart drove his prick into the tiny red painted hole. Kathy tried to scream. Nothing came out but a guttural hissing sound. After five hard strokes, the dwarf came in her ass.
    When he finished, Kathy crawled back toward the post where Miko and Mi Jong stood waiting. Kathy was sure they would help her back to her room. Instead, Miko knelt down beside her. “You must show respect. You must do now what you refused to do before.” Kathy shook her head. “If you refuse a second time, Abul will have you whipped until you pass out. When you come to, he will have you whipped again. Maybe all night you feel the whip.” Once more, the tears flowed down Kathy’s cheeks. Her ass felt as if it were on fire. A sharp pain throbbed in her rectal passage. She wanted to vomit.
    Abul clapped his hands. “Do not crawl to us,” he shouted. “You are the lowest of the low. Come to us with your breasts and belly on the floor.” Miko pushed her around to face them. Except for her collar and the small stimulator cap, she was naked. She stretched out full length on the floor. The stones were cold and damp against her skin. She dragged herself toward them. “Mr. Narimov first,” Abul said.
    Slowly she pulled herself to the bare feet of the fat politician. She saw that his feet, like Abul’s, were dirty and damp with sweat. She raised her head and touched her closed lips to one, then the other. She turned toward Abul and inched forward until she was staring at his toes. The long ragged toenails were thick with grime. As she had with Narimov, she quickly touched her mouth to his right foot. Before she could move to the left, he stopped her. “Not good enough,” he said. “Wet your lips first. When you show me your respect, I want you to part your lips and kiss my foot until you count to ten. Also, American woman, I want to feel your hot tongue. Look up at me first, then do what you have been told.” Kathy lifted her head. She licked her swollen lips. He nodded. She lowered her mouth to his foot and parting her lips she pressed them against his foot. With her tongue, she tasted the sweat and filth.
    “Now the other one,” Abul said. “I want you to hold my foot in your hands. Only this time I want you to kiss my toes. I want to feel your tongue in the space between them. Look up at me.” Once more, Kathy lifted her head. “Wet,” Abul said. Kathy licked her lips. “It might help, Mrs. Ryan,” he said, “If you pretend you are kissing the mouth of your husband. Hold my foot like it was his handsome face. Kiss between my toes just as you use to kiss his lips, you understand...lovingly.” She clenched her fists. He saw in her eyes a flash of anger and hatred. He pointed to the floor.
    Bowing her head, she reached forward and with both hands held his foot. She leaned over it and, parting her lips slightly, she pressed them against the cleavage that separated his first and second toe. She pushed her tongue into the moist odious place between them. Again, she counted to ten as she tasted the sweat and filth of him. She could feel the gorge rise in her throat. “Good,” Abul said. He laughed and nudged Narimov. “Did you enjoy it, Mrs. Ryan? Did you imagine you were kissing your husband? Or perhaps, Mrs. Ryan, you found your lips on my toes and your tongue between them even more exciting than the mouth of your young American husband? Yes, Mrs. Ryan? I’m waiting for an answer.”
    She knew what he expected her to say. “Yes, it was more exciting.”
    “What was more exciting, Mrs. Ryan? You must learn to be more precise.”
    “Kissing your feet was more exciting,” she said.
    “Not good enough, Mrs. Ryan. Tell us, more exciting than what? And I think you did more than bestow a simple friendly kiss, yes? Get up on your knees. We like to see a rich American woman