Marriage Read Free Page B

her eyes. “You like that, don’t you? You like my finger in your cunt?” Kathy was silent. He withdrew his finger and waited.
    Hating herself, she whispered, “Yes, I like it.”
    “Put my hand where you want it and ask me...ask me nice to finger your cunt.”
    Still not looking at him, Kathy took his hand and placed it between her legs. “Please, finger me...I mean...please finger my...my cunt.”
    Once more Abul shoved his long middle finger into her but did not move it. “Your husband, your Jeff, was sitting just about where we are now except on the other side of the plane. One of my men, was assigned a seat next to him in order to make certain the hostess served your husband the special sandwich we had prepared.”
    “Please,” Katy began to cry. “Please stop. I...I...don’t want to hear...”
    Ignoring her protest, Abul began to slide his finger in and out as he spoke, “Only a few minutes after he’d finished his last meal, the painful convulsions began, Mrs. Ryan.”
    The tears ran freely down her cheeks, “Please...no...” she pleaded.
    “Very well,” Abul laughed. “I can’t describe it the way Ira does. Ira was there beside your husband and he never gets tired of telling the story. Some night soon, in your house, Mrs. Ryan, I’ll have Ira give you a full account while you are on your knees sucking his prick.” He slid his finger from Kathy’s pussy and trailed its wetness down the inside of her bare leg. With his other hand he tilted her tear streaked face up so that she had to look at him. “Ira says it took a long time for your husband to die. Watching you on your knees sucking Ira’s prick will be your new lover, me...Abul... the man who devised the whole plan.” His black, hate-filled eyes bored into her. “After Ira is finished with you...after he has shot his cum into the mouth of the rich and cultured Mrs. Ryan, what will Mrs. Ryan say to him?” His hand tightened on her chin.
    “I...I...will thank him.”
    “And will you tell him how much you enjoyed hearing the account of the way we made your husband suffer before we let him die.”
    Kathy quickly twisted her head away from him. “No...I couldn’t...I couldn’t do that.”
    Roughly Abul turned her back to face him. “Goddamn it! You’re fucking husband is dead. You are now my woman. You will do what I tell you. Yes?” He glared at her.
    Trying to keep her voice from trembling, she answered softly, “Oh, God, Abul...think of what you’re asking. How could I honestly say I enjoyed hearing about my husband’s painful death?”
    Abul parted her open blouse and viciously dug his fingernails into her nipples, “Goddamn it, have you learned nothing!” he shouted. “You will say it because you are now my woman!” He twisted her tortured nipples as Kathy cried out. “You will do and say what Abul tells you to do and say.” Unable to speak, Kathy nodded her head vigorously. Abul let her go. “Well?” he demanded.
    Kathy closed her eyes, gasping for breath. After several moments, she whispered, “Yes, I belong to you now. I am your woman. I will do what you wish.”
    “And what will you call me?” He continued to force her to look at him.
    “I...I...I’ll call you ‘husband’,” she said.
    “Yes, that’s what you will call me. You are my wife and my whore. Is that not right?”
    “Yes, I am Abul’s whore, his American whore...but...but not his real wife.”
    “Goddamn you! You will act like a real wife!”
    “Yes, I will pretend to be the wife of the man who killed my husband.”
    “And there, in the house you shared with your husband, what will you do for Abul?”
    Kathy thought to herself, ‘I will spit in his face. I will take a kitchen knife and plunge it into his heart.’ She tried again to twist away.
    Abul slapped her, spinning her head back. “Tell me, bitch!” he shouted. “Describe to me what Abul’s woman is going to do to for him or else I will call the Facility and your goddamn