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caused her to grit her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut. He repeated it, “Our house. It is now our house, is it not, Mrs. Ryan...mine and yours?”
    After a moment she answered quietly, “Yes, it is now yours and mine. It is now our house.” She gave the driver directions.
    When they were free of the airport traffic, Abul switched on the intercom and said something to Uzetta in a foreign language. She heard the intercom speakers pop. The driver’s voice, speaking with a thick accent, said, “Spread legs. Show me in mirror.” She glanced at Abul who nodded. The color rising to her cheeks, she parted her knees. Abul spoke into the intercom again. “Show cunt,” the driver rasped. She lifted her skirt to reveal the glistening crevice of her slit.
    Abul leaned toward her. “Tell our driver about the last time you rode in a limousine in your city. Tell him who your driver was.”
    Kathy knew that describing the night she first met Abul and confessing that she’d defied him would inflame his hatred of her, but she could think of no way to avoid answering. “Several months ago a limousine was sent to my house to take me to the city. The driver was Abul.”
    Abul placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward, “And what exactly did Abul tell you to do?” he asked.
    “You told me to do what...what this driver has...you told me to spread my legs. You told me to show you my...my...cunt.”
    “Did you obey?” She could hear the anger in his voice.
    “No, but...but...I didn’t realize...”
    “Why have you obeyed the driver now?” Abul quickly interrupted.
    She tried to find a way to dispel his growing rage, “Because now you are my master. If it pleases you that I show my...my cunt to...to...Mr. Uzetta, I am glad to do so.”
    “And if, when we get to our house, I tell you to prepare dinner for Mr. Uzetta and afterwards tell you to beg him to fuck your ass?”
    It was a moment before Kathy was able to answer. She realized that before this long night was over she would be forced to give herself to this ugly black stranger. She thought of opening the door and throwing herself out of the swiftly moving car, but she noticed the doors were locked. She considered refusing and enduring Abul’s wrath. Then, she remembered Mary Margaret. “I am Abul’s woman,” she said softly, “I will do whatever pleases you.”
    She flinched as Abul placed his hand on her bare inner thigh. “Suppose I said it would please me if you begged me to tongue kiss you?” He wet his lips.
    Kathy glanced away for a moment then forced herself to look at his leering face. She inched to the edge of her seat. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her knees between his legs. She lifted her head tilting it toward him, “Please, Abul, please tongue kiss me,” she parted her lips and felt his open mouth on hers and then the sour taste of his thick tongue. He held her for a long time before withdrawing his tongue.”
    “Again, bitch,” he demanded, “but this time you tongue me.” Once more their open mouths fused. She hesitated, then darted her tongue between his lips. His hands were on her breasts rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She tried not to make a sound but a low groan escaped her. They parted. Abul leaned back in his seat and indicated she was to take her former position. He grinned watching her breasts rise and fall and her cheeks turn scarlet. “Abul’s kisses excite you, Mrs. Ryan. Admit it. Tell me if you’re hot juices are running.”
    Still blushing, she swallowed hard and bowed her head. “Yes, Abul, the way you are...the way you make me obey. And yes, your kisses excite me.” She spread her legs wide. “I am, as you can see, very wet.”
    Abul nodded, “In the next weeks you will often be begging for Abul’s kisses. I won’t need to order you because you’ll want to feel your open mouth against mine. Say it.”
    Kathy despised herself for the way her body responded to the grotesque murderer