The Facility by Charles Arnold

I’m glad that...that my husband died because his death has made it possible for me to give myself to you. It has made it possible for me to become Abul’s obedient whore.” She bowed her head.
    “So,” Abul put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up, “We must conclude that an American slut like you, an American whore is not worthy to bear the child of Abul. Is that not correct, Mrs. Ryan?”
    She realized suddenly that he was right. If she could have a baby, the child would soon hate its mother and for good reasons. “I see that, as in everything you say, you are correct, Master. It’s true. I am not worthy to be a mother to your children.”
    “Tell me, describe for me exactly what you are now and what you think is the highest thing you might aspire to become.
    “I have become, as you have said, your whore, your young American whore. My…my greatest aspiration is to be worthy of the title ‘Abul’s American Whore’. My only purpose is to serve you...to offer my body to you. It belongs to you. My body is yours to give to others if you wish.” He waited for her to continue. “I must confess, Master, that your wanting me to think of you as ‘husband’ and call you husband surprised me. I cannot imagine a greater honor than to be wed to Abul. However, I know that what we are doing here tonight is only an entertainment, and that I could never aspire to be your wife. I am…I am…grateful that you have taken me to be your woman...your American whore.” She reached out to gently touch his hand. He lifted it to her mouth and placed a long, dirty finger on her lower lip. She parted her lips. Slowly he pushed the finger between them. Looking into his mocking eyes, she sucked on it.
    “It is an acceptable answer,” he said, withdrawing his finger, “Now, stroke my prick while I put other questions to you.” She reached between his legs and slowly began to masturbate him. “Do you remember the night when I first came into your life? Describe it.”
    “You were driving the limousine that was sent to take me from my house to a restaurant in the city of Pittsburgh.”
    “On that night, could you have imagined that one day soon you would be kneeling before me naked, and licking the filth between my toes, cleaning the filth from my fingers with your tongue?”
    “No,” she said, “that would have been inconceivable.” It was impossible to imagine that she had submitted so completely to this ugly monster. The gritty taste of his finger was still in her mouth. She could not, even now, quite believe that she had touched her tongue to his disgusting toes.
    “Yes, you arrogant bitch, inconceivable,” he said sarcastically. “It was also inconceivable that you would take great care in making yourself into a whore, into Abul’s personal whore: painting your lips for him, rubbing your body with oil and perfume, wearing provocative gowns, preparing your ass to receive the limousine driver’s prick. Isn’t that true?”
    “It is true, Master. But on that night, I was ignorant. I had not learned. I did not realize.” She continued to stroke his cock, which had become harder and darker.
    “That night I ordered you to show me your cunt. Did you obey?”
    She knew that recalling these things would make him furious, but there was no way to avoid it. “No, Master. I refused.”
    “Later, I gave you other orders which you also refused to carry out. Yes?”
    “That’s correct. Please, Master, at the time I didn’t understand. How could I have known then, what I know now? But...but now I would gratefully do anything you demand...anything.”
    “That’s the trouble with American women, especially rich American women. They think they must understand everything. For women there is nothing to understand. There is only obedience.”
    “I know that now. I realized on the night you took me in my house, that you were my Master. Please believe me, Master. I now want to belong to you. I want to make myself