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who sat opposite her. She was deeply ashamed and filled with hatred. Still she said what had to be spoken, “Yes, Abul, I will beg you to kiss me. I have come to realize how...how aroused I become when my parted lips press hard against yours.”
    Abul closed his eyes. “Keep your legs spread. Pull your nipples. Tease Uzetta until we arrive at our house. Then, you will cook him a meal, provide him with drinks, and offer him your ass.” Soon Abul was snoring again. Afraid the driver would complain if she disobeyed, she did what Abul demanded. In the mirror she could see the mean glitter in the narrow slits of his eyes. Like the rest of them, he would be cruel, perhaps, unless she was careful, much worse than any of the others. Her nipples stiffened under her touch. She could feel the wetness between her parted legs.
    When the limousine swung into her driveway she almost burst into tears. This was her home. After their honeymoon she and Jeff had come here. They’d furnished and decorated it before the wedding. Then, there were parties for friends, birthday celebrations, holidays, and so many tender nights of loving one another, so many small acts of kindness and caring. They had been a perfect match, she and Jeff. They shared each other’s interests, and if changes were to come they were sure that they would change together in the same ways. Theirs had been an old-fashioned union. College sweethearts, a long engagement, both virgins on their wedding day and, afterwards, the constant and deep caring. As she remembered the joyful evening when they arrived home for the first time after their honeymoon, she began to cry.
    Abul woke with a start. He looked across at her, frowning. She quickly brushed away the tears. The driver parked in front of the garage door. He followed Abul and Kathy up the few steps. Abul had the key and opened the front door. Immediately, Kathy saw that alterations had been made. Heavy drapes covered the windows. She noticed a large hook on a steel pulley had been anchored to the central ceiling beam in the living room. A leather bench with eyebolts at the base of each leg had been placed before the fireplace. Her single damask covered chair had been replaced by two big wing chairs of burgundy leather. Placed strategically at various heights on the walls and along pipes hung from the ceiling were the same small video cameras that had recorded every moment of her stay at the facility.
    She stood in the center of the room, wishing she might die. Abul came up behind her and viciously grabbed her ass cheek spinning her around and pressing her close to him. “Welcome your new man to our home,” he said. He smelled strongly of perspiration. She fought against the need to scream and twist away. She could feel the stiffness of his cock against her belly. He tilted her head up. She lifted on her tiptoes and parted her lips as she knew she must. With both hands he held her head tight against his own. Once more she felt and tasted his foul tongue in her mouth. She thought of the clitoral brushes and longed for them to spin against her swollen nub. Try as she might to dispel it, the heat of desire burned in her crotch. It had been months since she had felt a man inside her. Abul pulled away.
    When they separated, she was gasping for breath. She held onto the back of one of the chairs for support. Abul was surprised at her reaction. He turned to look at the driver who was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. “She needs a real man for a husband,” Abul said. “She needs Abul.” He looked back at Kathy who had covered her face with her hands and was sobbing. “Ain’t that right, bitch?” he yelled.
    “Yes,” she managed to say, “I...I...need a real man.” After a moment, she added, “I need Abul.” Of course, it was what she knew she had to say, but to the men it sounded as if she meant it.
    “You want Abul in your house. You want him in your bed. Tell our friend here.”
    They waited in