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asked.
    “For the punishment, none.”
    “No needles?” Mi Jong was puzzled.
    “Madam Khe want to see how much control we have over the woman with only the stimulator.” Mi Jong was about to put the needles away when Miko stopped her. “Keep out ten of them and fill two of those from the drug bottle. After the punishment, Abul might want the American woman taken to his quarters. For that, the needles will be necessary.”
    “Yes,” Mi Jong agreed, “the woman’s spirit is strong. Without the needles, she would resist. Is she to receive only two that have been filled with the drug? She needs more, I think.”
    “That’s true. If Abul requires much of her, two will not be enough. But these are Madam Khe’s orders.”
    When Kathy came out of the bathroom, she looked at the preparations in surprise. “Miko, what is all of this for?”
    “When we take to punishment place you must look like beautiful rich American woman.”
    “Taken where? I don’t understand.”
    “What you think punishment for running away will be?” Miko asked.
    “I’m not sure. Working in the kitchen, maybe cleaning pots and pans, scrubbing floors, rubbing down the horses in the stable, something like that.”
    Mi Jong laughed and Miko shook her head. “All day I wonder why you so calm. Sometimes it best to be stupid.”
    “Well tell me, then. What kind of punishment?”
    “In little while, you will know. Must get ready now.” She motioned for Kathy to lie down on the bed that had been fitted with a plastic sheet. Then she and Mi Jong rubbed her body and face with a milky white oil, which gave her pale skin a high sheen. After seating her at the table, they applied eye makeup and a vivid red lipstick and gloss.
    Kathy’s fingernails and toenails had grown longer. “Please, Mi Jong, may I cut them?” she asked.
    “No. Shape only and I do it.” She filed Kathy’s nails, removed the old polish and coated them again with a red lacquer. When Mi Jong was finished, Miko dipped a fine brush into a small pot of bright red body paint. She applied this to Kathy’s nipples, then brushed them with the lipstick gloss. Next, she made her bend over the chair. While Mi Jong held Kathy’s ass cheeks apart, Miko again dipped her brush into the pot and applied the red paint to the small pink puckered hole of Kathy’s anus. Kathy’s protest was answered with a hard, stinging slap. Miko then spread a thin film of oil over the red circle.
    “Red is favorite color of the men who are waiting for you,” she said. Together she and Mi Jong dressed Kathy in a navy blue blazer, a matching wool skirt, and dark blue pumps with a very high heel. She wore no undergarments, no blouse, and no jewelry. “Abul want you to look like rich American, just like first time. His guest is Mr. Narimov, big politician who does business in America. Same as Abul, he hates American women.”
    “You say I was dressed like this the first time but Miko, I don’t remember it at all. Why can’t I remember?”
    Miko ignored her question. “It is on tape. Someday we show you.”
    “The punishment,” Kathy said, “I know Abul will be there, but Madam Khe is in charge of it, isn’t she?”
    “No, she just watch on TV monitor in her room.”
    “Are you saying that Abul will...will...”
    “What you think?” Miko said.
    “Oh God, Miko,” Kathy gripped the edge of the chair. “That disgusting man...he frightens me. Just the thought of him looking at me...touching me. I’m afraid, Miko!”
    “Should have thought of that before running away.” Miko fastened the collar around Kathy’s neck and snapped a thin four-foot length of silver chain to it. “Time to go,” she said. “You know how to greet Abul and his guest?”
    Kathy had not stood up. “I...I...don’t remember,” she said.
    “You get on knees, crawl to them, head bowed. You say nothing. You kiss their feet then back away. Not look up.”
    Kathy shook her head. “Kiss Abul’s feet?! No, I can’t do