Chapter One

Two days after hearing of Abul’s death, Kathy was summoned to an appointment with Madam Khe who had taken up temporary residence in a suite of rooms at the Pittsburgh Marriot Hotel. Kathy was certain she would, at last, be sent to Mr. Satomi. It came as a shock when she realized that she still had a full year to serve under her contract to him. The six weeks in the training facility did not count toward the year of unconditional service the contract required. In addition, her beloved sister-in-law was still a prisoner in the horrible Facility and Kathy was to blame. She couldn’t even remember why she’d signed Satomi’s contract. But she was sure they would have forced her into servitude somehow even if she hadn’t signed it. And to insure her obedience, they would also have taken Mary Margaret hostage. Unless, of course, it was Mary Margaret, Mr. Satomi wanted in the first place.

When she knocked on the door of the hotel suite, Mi Jong, Madam Khe’s servant, answered. “Madam Khe see you soon. You naked under dress?”

Kathy felt herself blushing, “Yes, I assumed….”

Mi Jong crossed the room and, standing before Kathy, said, “Spread legs.” Kathy slid one foot to the side as Mi Jong reached up under Kathy’s skirt. She clicked the remote that Kathy hadn’t noticed. The cap that covered Kathy’s clitoris dropped into Mi Jong’s hand.

“You mean I don’t have to wear that hateful thing anymore?” Kathy asked in amazement.

Carefully MI Jong removed the brushes. “You wear. But no brushes,” Mi Jong said. She replaced the cap over Kathy’s clitoris and pressed the remote again. The cap made a slight click as it locked against the plate that circled Kathy’s clitoris and had been permanently fixed to her skin.

“Mi Jong, please, I need them,” Kathy pleaded. “I need the brushes.”

“No brushes. No orgasm.” She left Kathy in the middle of the ornate sitting room.

After a few moments, the bedroom door opened and Madam Khe, dressed in an electric blue chignon, entered. Kathy was once more astonished at the older woman’s beauty. She was in her mid-sixties but her skin was like polished porcelain. Her jet-black hair hung to her shoulders. She moved quickly and gracefully, her body trim, her eyes bright and knowing. She gestured toward an overstuffed chair and took one facing it. They sat across from one another in silence for several moments. Madam Khe sighed, “You are to be congratulated for your part in ridding the earth of that cowardly Neanderthal, Abul. He was a major thorn in both our sides.”

Kathy thought about the men wh