Inner Circle (5 page)

“When I crook my finger, you nod your head then come closer until your lips are over my toes. With your friends and the others staring in disbelief, you will lower your head to kiss the feet of Simon Ruben, not once but several times.” He paused reveling in the scene he’d just described. “Imagine it, Mrs. Ryan. We are at the country club pool. Your crowd, the young friends who respected and admired you and Jeff are nearby. They often look in our direction and whisper among themselves, wondering no doubt why the beautiful young Mrs. Ryan is stretched out at the feet of old Simon Ruben.” He closed his eyes and chuckled. “Then,” he continued, “you look up at me. Tell me what you are going to do, Mrs. Ryan. What are you going to do before the startled eyes of your former friends. Describe it fully, add to what I’ve just said.”

She tried, unsuccessfully, to force the image of the scene from her mind. She knew what he expected to hear, “We will go to the Country Club pool several times each week. I will try to be beautiful for you. I’ll not go in the water but instead I’ll lie at your feet. At a signal from you, I’ll press my lips to your toes, lovingly. I’ll wear the briefest of bikinis. I won’t look at anyone but you. When you nod your head I’ll get up and press my body against yours. I’ll put my arms around your neck and kiss you, tongue kiss you.”

“Ahh, yes. Very good, Mrs. Ryan. I intend to make sure you do exactly what you’ve promised.” He smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, in the coming summer are you going to feel humiliated before your friends or proud?”

She looked up at him. “I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t feel humiliated, Mr. Ruben.” She knew he wanted to hear more. “But by then you will have trained me…will have made me learn to…to…respect you. In time, I think, I will come to feel proud to show my friends that I have become your woman.” She paused, “My devotion to you will be obvious to everyone. They will know that I give myself to you whenever you want me.”

He glanced at her breasts, “I see that your nipples are stiff. Is your cunt wet?”

She looked away from him, “Yes it is…my cunt is wet.”

“Is it fair to assume then that being in the presence of Simon Ruben excites you. Does Simon Ruben make Mrs. Ryan hot?”

She felt the color rush to her cheeks as she bowed her head. After several moments she spoke softly trying to keep her voice from trembling, “What you say is true.” She paused again, fighting against the quickening of her breath. Under the metal cap, she felt her clitoris swell. She saw her engorged nipples turn a darker shade of pink.

“The words, Mrs. Ryan, the words,” he chided.

“Yes, it is as you say. Being here with you, being alone with Simon Ruben excites me. I don’t know why it happens, but I am, as you can see, aroused.”

“Yes, Mrs. Ryan, I can see that you are. I knew you would be.”

Quickly, she looked up at him again trying to force from her imagination the images of what the future would bring. Suddenly the anger she felt toward him exploded. “You are a fat pig and a coward! You are hateful and cruel beyond words! You stink of sweat! In the past it was beneath me to even acknowledge you! To kneel naked before you is unthinkable!”

Ruben’s face blanched then turned dark red. He rose out of his chair prepared to strike her, but she moved back. Staring across the space that separated them, he roared, “You will pay, Mrs. Ryan, you will pay dearly!” He pressed a button next to his chair. Jane and a muscular black man who was her son, suddenly appeared. “Take this insolent bitch to her room and chain her over the cage!” he shouted.

Chapter Two

Jane and her son, Willy, dragged Kathy, screaming, from the room and up the curving staircase to her windowless room. She struggled fiercely but was not a match for them. Soon she lay face down over the cage, her ankles and wrists secured to its four corners, her small breasts pushed through the holes so that they were inside the cage just out of reach of the squealing rats who jumped up toward them clawing and biting. Willy and his mother grinned down at her. “We need jus lift the floor about a inch an rats get her nipples,” Willy said.

They left her like that. She screamed until she had no voice left. The starving rats continued to squeak and rise up on their back legs and claw the air just beneath her bare breasts. After an hour she flinched when she heard the door open behind her and the heavy thud of Ruben’s boots. He loomed over her, Jane at his side. In his hand he held a small rectangular device that was connected to the base of the cage. She lifted her tear stained face. He held out the device, which she saw contained a red button in its center. “Noooo!” she croaked, “please, I beg you, Master.”

“You refuse to obey. You insult me in my own house. And now you plead for mercy,” she could hear the anger in his voice. “I warned you, Mrs. Ryan. Now watch!” He pressed the button.

Kathy stared horrified, as the floor of the cage rose half an inch, bringing the rats almost within biting range of her distended nipples. “My God,” Kathy rasped, “forgive me, Master. Please forgive me. Anything. I’ll do anything. I’ll be your slave, your most grateful slave!” The rats, knowing that food was closer, squealed and scrambled about in a frenzy. Kathy tried again to scream but nothing came from her throat but choking sobs.

Ruben waved the control in front of her again, “I’m torn between wanting to see the rats tear open your breasts and the satisfaction of having your unconditional and complete obedience and gratitude.”

“Yes, yes,” Kathy whispered, “unconditional and complete...
I promise. And...grateful...so very grateful to you...grateful to Sheila.”

He put down the device without lowering the floor of the rat cage. “I’ll need to think about it,” he said. “Jane will come back in an hour. I’ll tell her to let the rats at you or to release you and prepare you to service me.

“Please, Master,” Kathy’s voice was lost among the noise of the rats, “I’ll suck, I’ll spread my ass cheeks, I’ll worship you at your feet...” She heard the door close behind him. Kathy closed her eyes but couldn’t blot out the sound of the hungry rats nor could she avoid the change of air on her sensitive nipples as they leaped toward them. By the time she heard the door open again she was on the verge of hysteria, choking and trembling.

Jane stood before her for a moment, then bent down to pick up the control. “Oh, my God, Jane, please don’t,” she whispered.

The thin black woman remained expressionless. Kathy became aware that Willy was standing behind his mother. He stepped up and Kathy felt his hand stroking her ass, “Be a shame,” he said, “to let them rats eat such fine tits.”

Jane continued to stare down into Kathy’s tear streaked face. “She nothin’ but a uppity white bitch. Serve her right.” Jane shook her head.

“Please, please, I beg you...don’t,” Kathy croaked.

“You ever have slaves?” Jane asked. Willy continued to run his hand over her ass.

“No, no, never.”

“You have someone come clean your fancy house?”

“Yes, twice a week someone came.”

“She black or white?”

“Black, but...”

Jane cut her off, “Then you got a slave. You don’t pay her enough to get by. She afraid to ask for more. She a slave.”

“Please, don’t let them...don’t let the rats...I’ll do anything, give you anything..”

“You be my slave for next hour. You do Willy, too. Then we clean you up so you can do the old man downstairs.”

“Yes!” Kathy looked up pleading, “Oh, yes, Jane whatever you say. I...I’ll do you good, you and Willy. Anything you want. Please, oh please.”

The skinny black woman put down the control and nodded at Willy. He unfastened the restraints that had held Kathy to the cage. When she was free, she tried to stand but her legs wouldn’t support her. She collapsed on the floor and sobbed with relief.

The wire cage left dull red abrasions on Kathy’s body. The circles around her breasts were a deeper red but the skin wasn’t broken. Jane and Willy watched until Kathy stopped crying. Jane crossed to the narrow bed and climbed up on it. Sitting with her back against the frame, she motioned for Kathy to follow. Visibly shaken, Kathy crawled to the bed and kneeled beside it. Except for the collar and shoes, she was naked. Jane kicked off her own shoes and pulled her dress up over her hips. She parted her thin legs exposing a dark thatch of curly pubic hair. She spoke to Willy while pointing at Kathy, “Look at her. Last year she was the town’s snotty white princess living the good life in a big fancy house. She was married to a rich young lawyer.” Jane looked at Kathy frowning, “This lazy spoiled little bitch had black folks cleaning her toilets and doing her laundry.” Jane’s shrill voice had risen, “Now here’s the great Mrs. Ryan on her knees for us, wearin' nothing but a dog collar and fuck-me shoes.” She leaned toward Kathy, “Tell me, Mrs. Ryan, you gonna eat my pussy? You gonna ask Willy to shove his long black cock up your white ass?”

Kathy glanced at the cage, then looked back at Jane. “Yes,” she said, her voice beginning to return.

“Say it,” Jane demanded.

“I’ll do what you tell me…eat your…your pussy.” Tears formed again. After a moment she said, “And…and…I’ll ask Willy to…to…fuck my ass.”

Jane crooked a finger at her, “Come up here, honky bitch.” Kathy climbed onto the bed and knelt between the old woman’s bony legs. “Now,” Jane said, “get your head down here next to my cunt.” She touched her crotch, “Stick your ass up and shake it for Willy.” The scent of Jane’s dark vagina was strong. Willy had taken off his pants. He stood at the foot of the bed stroking his long stiff cock. Kathy wiggled her ass. Jane nodded, “That’s right, Mrs. Ryan. Now tell Willy what you want and say ‘please’.”

Willy had climbed up behind Kathy. She lifted her head, “Miss Jane, without the KY he’ll tear me.”

“Ain’t time for that. You want to lube him up, use your mouth.”

As Kathy turned to face the young black man. His rigid cock swung back and forth like a smooth ebony club. “You gonna make it wet? You want to suck my dick?”

Kathy looked up into his mocking face, “Yes, please,” she said. She placed her hands on his thighs and took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could.

“That’s right,” Willy said, “the wetter you make it, easier it slide up your ass.” He held her head between his hands and forced her to take the length of his cock. After a few minutes, he stopped her and, still holding her head, made her look up at him. “You love suckin' black cock, don’t you, Mrs. Ryan?”

The tears spilled from her bright blue eyes; her moist lips glistened. “Yes, I…I…love to do it…love sucking your black cock.”

“And you want me to fuck your white ass with it. Ain’t that right?” He continued to force her to look at him.

“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass,” she said.

He let go and guided her head back to his rigid cock. “Don’t use your hands, bitch. Just your mouth.” Kneeling, naked before him, she steadied herself by placing her hands on his thighs. She opened her mouth for him. Slowly, he slid the length of his cock into it until her face was pressed against his pubic hair. Even though at the Facility she’d been trained to take long pricks, she felt ready to gag. Willy looked across at his mother and laughed, “Ain’t this a sight? Pretty honky cunt on her knees suckin' black boy’s cock.”

“That’s the way it ought to be,” Jane answered, “Rich white bitch like Mrs. Ryan got to pay. Someone ought to make her suck black cock and eat black pussy for the rest of her life.”

Willy moved her head back and forth over the length of his cock several times before pushing her away. “Now, since you got it nice and wet, where you want me to stick it?” he grinned down at her.

His glistening stiff cock was level with her face. “I…I…don’t…I mean in my ass. Put it in my..my..ass,” Kathy said.

Jane patted the mattress between her parted legs. “Now, Mrs. Ryan, get your cocksuckin' mouth down here and eat my cunt.” Kathy turned and lowered her head. The old woman pressed Kathy’s face into her dark slit. “Lift your ass and spread your cheeks,” she demanded. Kathy reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Willy grabbed her waist and ruthlessly shoved the entire length of his cock into her.

Kathy grunted but didn’t cry out. Jane reached down and parted her labial lips fully exposing the shiny folds of her black slit. “Lick it, Mrs. Ryan, lick it good,” she hissed. Kathy ran her tongue along the dark musky slickness.

Behind her, Willy was slowly pumping his cock in and out of her ass trying to keep from cumming. Suddenly, her grabbed her hips and shouted as he emptied into her with hot forceful spurts. “Damn!” he yelled, “I should of made her eat it…eat my cum!”

Jane was rotating her hips as she pressed Kathy’s against her pussy. “She gonna be with old Ruben for a whole year. I expect she’ll be doin’ us a couple times a week. Eatin' your cum gonna be a regular thing for Mrs. Ryan. After sucking off the old man, she gonna look on you as a treat,” Jane chuckled. She lifted Kathy’s head, “Ain’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”

Kathy’s face was wet with the old woman’s juices, “Yes,” she said.

Jane shoved Kathy’s head down again. “Yeah, we know you gonna be wantin’ to suck up Willy’s load. Now, bitch, make me cum!” After several minutes she groaned and ground her cunt into Kathy’s mouth. When her orgasm subsided, she rolled off the bed and standing beside it, looked down on Kathy. Willy stood next to his mother pulling up his pants. Jane gestured toward the rat cage. “Before your year is up I bet Ruben gonna let them chew on your titties. That man been hatin' you for a long, long time.” Kathy turned away from them and buried her head in the pillow crying softly. In a few moments she heard the door open and the sound of Ruben’s heavy tread.