Chapter One– Abul’s Woman

After the trial, Mr. Satomi believed Abul succeeded in crushing Kathy’s spirit. He was confident that the training had transformed her into a complete submissive. He had determined that Kathy’s performance proved conclusively that she’d become Abul’s obedient whore. Although Mr. Satomi almost never made a mistake, his assessment in this instance was absolutely wrong. If anything, Kathy’s abuse at Abul’s hands had strengthened her spirit. Her training had intensified her hatred of Abul. It boiled inside her as a constant but controlled rage. She swore that if the opportunity ever arose in the future, she would kill him. The thought that he would now be in charge of training her virginal sister-in-law filled her with fear and guilt. However, the alternative would have resulted in Mary Margaret’s death. Of that, she was certain.

The day after her trial, before what she thought would be her flight to Japan, Kathy was summoned to Madam Khe for a final meeting. As they had been doing for the past six weeks, Miko and Mi Jong bathed and dressed Kathy for her journey. She was given the ritual enema, a hot bath, and a thorough massage, which served to relax and heal her bruised body. They rubbed her with the familiar perfumed oil. Miko supervised the meticulous make-up. Mi Jong styled Kathy’s short black hair and painted her nails. After removing the brushes, they secured the hated clitoral cap. “Only your Master has the remote that will release it,” Miko reminded her. She held up the small circular brushes, “No more brushes, ever.”

Kathy’s wardrobe had been chosen by Madam Khe: a white pleated silk skirt, a dark blue shear blouse, matching blue four inch heels, and the string of pearls she’d worn during the trial. Of course, she was bare under her skirt and blouse. Nervously, she entered Madam Khe’s office. The Chinese woman was seated behind her ebony desk, conservatively dressed in a grey business suit.

On the night before, Kathy, after the emotional and physical abuse of the trial, had not been able to sleep without the strong sedative Miko mixed with her tea. She then slept soundly for ten hours, awakening reluctantly to the realization that she’d been responsible for Mary Margaret’s imprisonment here at the faculty. Imagining what the future held for Mary Margaret, she began to cry.

“No time for that,” Miko said sternly. “Must prepare for trip. Must see Madam Khe first. Nothing you can do for sister-in-law.” Miko had pulled Kathy up into a sitting position, “Nothing,” she repeated.

Those were the first words Madam Khe spoke to her after directing Kathy to sit in the chair facing the huge desk. “The