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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 clitoris, 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 clitoris. For a long time,