Heather (13 page)

She felt herself blushing, “Yes, yes I am.”

“Your crazy uncle marry you to some creature he created, half man half ape, that right?”

“Yes, but it’s not what you think.”

“Don’t matter. You’re as pretty as they said. You don’t belong in this place. I come to take you to my uncle, Jorge Cruiz, General Jorge Cruiz. He owns this place and six more just like it. He heard about you and the monkey man spouse and that you are young and pretty and American. He wants to see for himself.”

She was permitted to pack the few clothes she had. A half hour later they stepped out of a van and onto the tarmac of the landing strip at her uncle’s compound. She looked at the boarded up windows of his clinic and quarters. She thought about poor Namba and wondered what had happened to his paintings. She would have cried but she was so happy to be free of Ruiz and the drug dealers she quickly boarded the plane. The handsome Mexican had introduced himself as Martin Cruiz. Except for the pilot and the two of them, the plane was empty. When they were seated and in the air, she turned to him,” “Thank you,” she said. “I...I...think I would have died there.”

He smiled slightly, “Yes, that’s probably true. Those men are little more than savages.” He paused nodding, “But that’s what makes them useful.”

Heather frowned, “But the drugs and the killing...”

“There would be no drugs and no senseless killing if the people in your country did not buy drugs. If they don’t get them from us, they get them from someone else. The killing is another matter. It’s because our own people, our dealers are greedy. They make war on each other. You should know that my Uncle Jorge deals only in marijuana. He has practically cornered the world market in it. He has nothing to do with the other drugs the dealers sell; heroin, cocaine, and the rest. He strongly believes that pot is less dangerous than alcohol and also that it has life saving medical properties.” He paused and smiled at her, “Don’ let that mislead you. He’s a strong man and can be cruel.”

Heather nodded, “But why...”

“But why did I come for you?” he interrupted. “As I said, Uncle Jorge is the owner of seven cartels like the one you were in. Although almost everyone in Mexico knows this, no one speaks of it. Uncle Jorge also has power in the government. It is never a good idea to cross Uncle Jorge. Each of the cartels is much the same: drug runners who are paid well and treated well. The girls are part of treating them well. Most stay willingly but some wish to be free.”

“I can’t imagine wanting to stay.”

He smiled at her, “It would be harder for you to imagine the places from which they come.” Two hours later the small jet landed at another private airstrip. Two big well armed Mexican guards met the plane. “You will go with them,” Martin said.

“But I thought you...” she began

“No, I was sent to deliver you, that’s all.” He turned her to him, “A word of advice. Do not anger Uncle Jorge. He will send you back to Ruiz or to someone even worse.” The guards led her to a black Mercedes. One drove, the other sat in silence beside her in the back.

They arrived at a huge white stucco mansion with several smaller houses nearby. She was taken to one of these and greeted by a muscular Mexican woman who introduced herself as Madam Celia. “You don’t call me Celia,” she said. “You speak to me only when I ask you something. You bow your head and say Madam. You got that?”

Heather bowed her head and said, “Yes, Madam.”

A younger woman appeared. Madam Celia took her by the arm, “This Anita, she get you ready for Master Jorge,” she said. Anita led the way down a long hall and into a small room that had only one barred window. There was a twin bed against one wall, a closet that looked to be full of clothes and shoes, a partitioned bathroom with a stall shower, toilet, and sink. Against the far wall was a mirrored make up table and bench.

Heather permitted herself a slight smile. The room looked familiar, twenty-first century female slave quarters. Well, they were a lot better than those Ruiz provided.

“This your room,” Anita said. “You take shower then take nap. I come back in three hours to help you get ready to meet the General.”

“How old are you, Anita?”

The girl blushed, “Fifteen,” she said and quickly hurried out, locking the door behind her. Heather saw that the bathroom was clean. A big white towel was draped over a towel bar and a white terrycloth robe hung from a hook. Heather showered, dried, brushed her teeth, wrapped herself in the robe and soon was fast asleep. The old dreams resurfaced. She was back with Willy and Sam. She was offering her ass to one then the other. A big naked black man entered her dream. His skin was coated with a sheen of oil. His huge cock jutted out in front of him. She quickly got to her knees and gently placed her hands in prayer fashion on it. She heard herself say, “Please let me worship your splendid cock with my mouth.” The black giant nodded.

She was awakened by Anita who gently shook her shoulder. “You need to make yourself look beautiful for Master Jorge,” she said. In the shower Heather felt her swollen clitoris. She rubbed it and immediately orgasmed. She was sure she could taste the black man’s cum in her throat. She dried herself quickly. Her clitoris was still engorged. The younger girl offered suggestions as Heather sat at the make up table. “Bright red lipstick and shiny gloss,” she said. “Dark mascara, fingernail and toenail polish to match lipstick.” She sprayed Heather with an expensive perfume. “I see you shaved down there,” she pointed to Heather’s pubis.

“It’s permanent,” Heather said. She hoped the girl didn’t notice that she was wet.

“Good, men like,” Anita replied while brushing Heather’s hair. After looking at her charge and nodding approval Anita went to the closet and took out a floor length black shear robe and a pair of patent leather stilettos. She laid them out on the bed.

“No panties, no bra?” Heather asked. The girl shook her head. Heather held up the robe. “It’s completely transparent,” she said. “I might as well go to Uncle Jorge naked.”

“Yes,” Anita said.

Madam Celia bustled into the room. She made Heather stand in the center while she inspected her. “They were right. You are a stunningly beautiful woman,” she said.

Heather bowed her head, “Thank you, Madam.”

She motioned for both girls to follow her. Anita gave Heather final instructions, “Must bow head in presence of Master Jorge. Must call him Master. Must not speak except to answer question.” Heather found herself hoping the handsome young nephew, Martin, would be there. They came to a pair of ornately carved huge oak double doors .

Madam Celia tapped once then swung them open. She and Anita stepped back, indicating that Heather should go in. The doors closed behind her. At the end of a long lavishly furnished room Master Jorge sat behind a massive mahogany desk. In front of it was a single plain wooden chair. He watched her carefully as she approached. She could feel his cold piercing eyes burn into her. His face was bearded, the gray beard trimmed to a point under his chin. His nose was thin as were his lips. He, too, was thin and appeared to be tall. His demeanor was regal. He wore a white military uniform decorated with medals and gold braid.

As she’d been instructed, she stood silently before him and bowed her head. After a few moments, he indicated that she should sit. With her head still bowed, she sat and folded her hands in her lap. When he spoke his voice startled her. It was very deep and resonant; a commanding voice. “They tell me you fuck apes,” he said.

She felt herself blushing. “That’s not true,” she said.

“I have video tapes of you fucking an ape so it is true.”

They must have confiscated the tapes at her uncle’s compound. “That may look somewhat like an ape, Master Jorge, but he’s really a man...not a man exactly, but a cross between a bonobo and a man. My uncle was successful in crossbreeding a human with an animal. No one has done that before. He raised me to...to...mate with Namba, his creation.” Sensing the general’s impatience, she hurried on, “Namba is the most sensitive, kindest, loving husband a woman could ever wish for.”

“The video shows he has a small prick and when he fucks you he cums quickly. Did he satisfy you?”

Again she felt the color come to her cheeks, “He-he did in other ways.”

“The ape was trained to eat pussy?”

“No, not that either. But he was loving and devoted to me.”

“Must have been a treat to get fucked by Ruiz and his boys?”

Heather glanced up at him then lowered her head, “No, they were vicious. Unlike Namba, they’re real animals.”

The General leaned back in his chair and observed Heather for several moments. “When you were young, you had a nanny who later became a sort of surrogate mother. Her name is Carmella,” he said.

Heather was visibly shocked, “How did you...” she began.

He smiled slightly, “When Ruiz first reported your arrival at your uncle’s facility, I became interested. When I learned why you were there, I became even more interested. After Ruiz took you, I had some special soldiers take this Carmella person and interrogate her. Ruiz has taken over your uncle’s compound. As far as I know you uncle and the others, even the bonobo escaped in his jet back to California. At that time we also obtained the tapes and other documents related to your history. I know quite a lot about you. Do the names Willy and Sam mean anything?”

Heather felt herself blushing. “Yes, they kidnapped me and my...my boyfriend.”

“And fucked your ass and made you suck them off,” he interjected.

She nodded and remembering the two viscous mountain men, felt her nipples stiffen. She was sure the General had noticed. “Is Carmella, is she...”

“Yes, she’s fine. I’ve had her brought here. You will see her soon.

“So you know everything?”

“Yes. I even have transcripts of your descriptions of your dreams. I know that you have since childhood been subjected to powerful sedatives and years of hypnosis. You are a highly sensual woman and inclined to be submissive. Is this not so?”

Heather bowed her head, “Yes,” she whispered.

“Your boyfriend proved to be weak as did the ape. They were, as you say, loving and tender. That’s not what you need, is it, Ms. Bruno?” Heather sat with her head bowed and said nothing. The General’s lips formed a thin, momentary smile. He leaned forward, clasping his long fingers on the desktop, “If you think I took you away from Ruiz in order to send you back to your uncle you are sadly mistaken. I have not wasted my time and money investigating your past and bringing you here in order to be your benefactor. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I recognized as soon as I saw your photographs and the videos of you fucking the ape, that you are unique in the world. You’re one of a kind; a beautiful young woman who not only fucked an ape for several months but also married him. I have a tape of the wedding ceremony. I know from having lived a long time that anything unique in the world is valuable, gold for instance. Anything that is both beautiful and one of a kind in the world is very, very valuable.” He leaned closer to her, “You, my dear, are the only woman alive in the world who is young, beautiful, and the wife of an ape.”

Heather lifted her head to look directly at him, hey eyes flashing angrily, “But that’s not...” she began.

He held up a hand cutting her off. “Did I ask you to respond!” he shouted.

“No,” she said. He waited, “No, Master,” she whispered bowing her head again.

“I have set up a training facility here designed specifically for you. You will be rigorously trained for about a month. Once each year I am required by a very exclusive organization I belong to, to invite members to an auction. These men are very valuable to me. They spend several days here, eating, drinking, gambling, and being entertained. These are among the richest men in the world. They come from Asia, the Middle East, Africa, Europe, Russia, and America. Among them are my suppliers, the best of my distributers, wealthy customers, politicians, celebrities. Most have what one might call deviant sexual preferences. I can assure you that none are like your ape husband; sensitive, kind, and loving. You will service them during their stay. On their final night you will be sold to the highest bidder.”

She jumped up her face red, her hands balled into fists, “I will not! Slavery ended hundreds of years ago. People are not things. You can’t buy and sell people!” She was prepared to go on, but anticipating this, he had pressed a button on his desk. Two strong matrons grabbed her, one quickly stuck her with a needle and she collapsed in their arms.

Chapter Ten

She slept for twelve hours her dreams haunted with the old visions and new ones she drove from her mind as soon as she awakened. To her astonishment when she opened her eyes Carmella was at her bedside. She thought for a moment that she was at home in the states and all that had happened, Willy and Sam, her uncle, Namba, Ruiz, and the General had been a dream.

Carmella sensed what she was thinking, “No, Heather, not a dream. I’m here. They brought me here on the same night you were sent to the compound of the drug dealers.”

“But why...” Heather began.

“To continue to care for you.”

“You mean to continue with the hypnosis, the power you have over me.”

Carmella looked away for a moment then turned back, “That’s true, Heather, but had I not agreed to their demands they were ready to kill your uncle and Tommy and Namba.” Although your uncle and the others, including Namba, have escaped, General Cruiz can easily have them killed. Unless I do what I’m told and convince you to cooperate, things will be bad for the people we care about.”

Heather’s first reaction was to defy them, to find a way with Carmella’s help to free Namba and the others. But she immediately realized that would be impossible. She knew she was in Mexico but had no idea exactly where. She knew the General’s estate and grounds were well guarded. She suspected that Ruiz would soon expand his operations and take over her uncle’s compound. There seemed to be no way out. Carmella was looking at her sadly. She patted the older woman’s hand, “There’s nothing to be done now but go along with what the General demands. I’m sure that sometime in the near future we will find a way to escape.”