Heather (7 page)

All was going just as Doctor Bruno had planned, except for one thing he hadn’t counted on. The drug lords who controlled the region were continually at war with one another. The local authorities had been weak or too susceptible to bribes so all control had been ceded to the drug cartels. In the two years before Heather’s arrival one particularly vicious gang had defeated the others. Their leader, Alvero Ruiz, unlike those who’d preceded him, demanded extra tribute from Doctor Bruno and had become a frequent visitor. He’d planted Carlo, one of his men, as a janitor in the facility with instructions to report what went on there. Alvero Ruiz knew of Heather’s arrival an hour after the small jet landed.

Carlo had grinned up at his powerful boss, “The American bitch is very pretty, I mean fucking beautiful!” he said.

“How old?”

“Early twenties. She’s choice, boss, choice white meat.”

“You think she’d be a good addition to the stable?”

Carlo laughed, “Jesus, boss, you got some hot lookin’ sluts in the stable, but this white bitch with her black hair and pointy tits, and sweet round ass would be the fuckin’ best!”

Ruiz sat back in his chair and lit a cigar. “Let’s give her a little time to get used to the weather,” he said.

Still unconscious Heather and Tommy were carried into the rooms that had been prepared for them. Heather was undressed, strapped to the bed and covered with a sheet. Carmella summoned Doctor Bruno. He looked down at his niece. Nodding at Carmella he said, “Remove the sheet.” He stood beside the bed for a long while admiring her naked body. “Magnificent,” he said, “Namba will be pleased.”

He turned to Carmella, “When will she be ready?”

“Give me a week.”

“Good. The boy is secure and being tended to?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Clean him up, see that his wounds are treated, feed him but keep him drugged. I’d prefer not to have to have him eliminated, but should he become a problem...”

“I think I can control him. I had him put into the quarters next to mine. There’s a connecting door.” Maybe I’ll make him my boy toy.” Both the doctor and Heather’s huge black nanny laughed.

During the following two days Heather gradually became aware of what had happened. However, she was kept partially sedated. Whenever she awoke Carmella was leaning over her speaking words she couldn’t quite understand. She’d been given no clothes. Her dreams were again filled with erotic images, but now they were of Namba.

Sometimes she would lie awake for hours looking at the screen over her head. It, too, was filled with images of Namba. Often he would simply stare down at her. She would feel the heat spread from her stiff nipples to her crotch. When she touched herself there it was always wet. After awhile both the dreams and the videos would instantly arouse her. Just as Namba would masturbate while looking at photos of her, she would get herself off quickly when he appeared to her as she slept or when she gazed at his simian face in the screen above her. She was given lower doses of drugs so near the end of the week she was, except for the power of Carmella’s hypnosis, much like her former self.” She asked about Tommy once and was told that he had healed and eventually she would be permitted to see him. She was also informed that she’d been taken from the mountains of Northern California to her uncle’s facility in Mexico. “But why?” she asked Carmella.

“To marry,” Carmella answered.

“But I’m already married to Tommy,” she said, frowning.

“The doctor examined you and discovered that you’re still a virgin. Your marriage to Tommy was never consummated.”

Heather was disoriented and confused. She was still on low doses of drugs, “But why are you here, Carmella? And who is it I’m supposed to marry?”

“I’ve worked for your uncle for more than twenty-five years. He’s the one who paid me to look after you from the time you were born until you went off to college.”

Heather sat quietly for a minute then looked up at the older woman, “Who has my uncle chosen for me to marry?”

Carmella smiled at her, “My son. You’ve seen him already in your dreams and on the screen above your bed.”

Heather’s eyes widened. She stood up clenching her fists. “My God!” she cried. “You must be crazy! I-I’ll never do that! He’s...he’s...a...a black ape!”

“Do you finger your cunt when you see his picture? Do dreams of him make you cum? Aren’t you always needing to cum? Haven’t you become a hot white bitch who lusts after a black cock?”

Heather sat down on the side of the bed holding her head between her hands and sobbing quietly. “I won’t...I won’t,” she cried.

Carmella signaled two Asian girls. Together they held Heather down while Carmella administered a drug. When Heather was unconscious they placed a wide leather collar around her neck. The collar had a “D” ring at its front. Through this they locked two short chains that were securely attached to wrist cuffs which they pulled tight on Heather’s wrists. Now the girl could not reach below her waist. Carmella rubbed a white salve over and into Heather’s vagina. She nodded at the two Asians. “After two days and nights of this and other stimulants, she will be begging for Namba’s cock.”

For the following two days Heather’s sleeping hours were haunted by dreams of Namba. Carmella sat by her bed most of the night mumbling incantations and burning a concoction that smelled much like Namba. During Heather’s waking hours the screen above her continued to show videos of him but now they consisted mostly of close ups of his cock. Through computer technology they’d enlarged its size. Often it glistened with a coating of oil. Sometimes his hand was on it jerking small spurts of white cum out of it. She would moan and pull at the chains trying to reach her swollen clitoris. The Asian girls brought her food on a tray. Each night Carmella would apply the stimulating salve.

On the morning of the final day of the week, Carmella gave her an injection that counteracted the hypnotic drugs. She was bathed and massaged. However the collar and wrist cuffs remained in place. When Carmella came into the room Heather fell to her knees before the black woman, “Please, Carmella, please remove these cuffs. Please let me...let me...”

Carmella held up a hand, “Let you finger fuck yourself like a little schoolgirl? Is that what you want?”

Heather nodded, “Yes...please...anything...I’m...I’m...”

Carmella interrupted her, “How do you like the looks of Namba’s cock?”

Heather bit her lip, “It’s...it’s...”

“Haven’t you thought about how it would feel sliding in and out of your hot cunt?”

It was a moment before Heather responded. She bowed her head and spoke softly, “Yes...I’ve thought about it and dreamed it was happening.” She looked at the floor then up at Carmella, “I think about it...think about it all the time.”

“How did thinking about his cock inside you make you feel?”

“I was...was...excited. I wanted...wanted...to...to cum.”

“Tell the truth. How did you want to cum? By playing with yourself.”

Again it took a moment before Heather could answer, “No. I wanted it. Wanted to feel it inside me.”

“How bad?”

Heather looked up at her, the tears forming in her eyes, “Very bad. I wanted it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” She paused, “It seems I have this need...I mean... I want it.”

They sat in silence for several minutes. Finally Carmella spoke, “We’ve had a beautiful wedding dress made for you. Would you like to try it on?”

Heather shook her head “no”. Carmella turned toward the door. “Wait,” Heather called out. When Carmella returned to stand before the girl. Heather glanced up at her then bowed her head, “Yes,” she whispered, “I’d like to try it on.”

Chapter Six

Carmella reported Heather’s decision to Doctor Bruno. They celebrated by opening a bottle of fine champagne and toasting one another. The next afternoon the Doctor went to see his niece for the first time other than the day of her arrival when he pulled the sheet off the unconscious girl. Since her agreement to marry Namba, she had been given clothes and put on a strict exercise regimen. She’d been injected with mild drugs. The Carmella induced dreams continued. While she slept the stimulating salve was administered by one or the other of the Asian girls. She was permitted to masturbate once a day while viewing videos of Namba. Carmella’s incense filled the room with his scent.

To receive her uncle she was made to wear a form fitting black cotton dress that reached only to her knees and black leather pumps with a four inch heel. She wore no bra or panties. Her legs were bare. The Asian girls styled and brushed her hair, applied mascara, and coated her lips with bright red lipstick and gloss. She had never seen even a photograph of her benefactor. She knew that he and her mother were twins but she was still surprised at how closely he resembled her mother. When he entered the room she stood and bowed her head, not knowing what to say.

He nodded once at Carmella and smiled, “Dear niece,” he said, “you are even more beautiful than I imagined you might be.”

She felt the color rise to her cheeks, “Thank you, Uncle. I also want to thank you for all the help you’ve given me over the years. Providing, I mean. That was most generous of you.”

He motioned for her to be seated. “It was the least I could do. Once a long time ago your mother did a great favor for me. I’m delighted to see that you’ve turned out so well.” He pulled up a chair and sat opposite her. “I understand you were held captive by some perverted mountain men in California.”

The color in her cheeks deepened. She looked down at her hands folded in her lap.

“Yes...they...they...” She shook her head remembering, “They were terrible.” She looked up at him. “It was you who somehow managed to have them let me go, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, my dear. I’m a very rich man. Money buys power. I’m just glad to have you here with your old caretaker, Carmella. Has she been taking care of you?”

Heather looked across at the huge black woman. After a moment she nodded, “Yes, Carmella has been good to me.”

He reached across and patted her hand, “I’ve also been given to understand that you have...shall we say, a very passionate nature. Is that so?” Blushing furiously the girl nodded. “Carmella suggested a way to satisfy that passionate nature, has she not?”

Bowing her head, she nodded again and whispered, “Yes, she has.”

“I must confess, dear girl, that much of what has happened to you not only recently but since your birth has been orchestrated by me. Your life has been a good one. You’ve never wanted for anything. You’ve gone to the very best schools and graduated from a fine university. Now, I’m going to give you the opportunity to make history, to make scientific history.” He paused. She looked up at him frowning. He continued, “You’ve said you want to marry Carmella’s son, Namba, is that not so?”

She swallowed hard, “Yes, I did, but...but...now I don’t think...”

“Did you try on your wedding dress?”

“Yes, I did...but...”

“Did it fit? Was it to your liking?”

“Yes, it fit perfectly and...and...it is very pretty, but...”

“The wedding is to take place next week. A few weeks after the wedding I need to make a slight adjustment to your body. A long time ago you were made infertile. I will reverse that.” You will not only marry Namba, you will have his child.”

“Bear his child! No...no...I couldn’t!”

He leaned forward gripping her shoulders, “This, dear Heather, is my life’s work. The only reason your mother agreed to have you was to satisfy my ambition and to assure herself the kind of lifestyle she’d become accustomed to. In short, the only reason you are here is to give birth to the first genuine crossbreeding in mankind’s history.” He released her and stepped back, his face flushed, “Make no mistake, you are going to have Namba’s baby!”

During the following few days Heather was required to exercise strenuously. She was able to sleep without drugs, although for several hours each night Carmella spoke softly to her inducing dreams of Namba. She was also permitted to masturbate once each evening while looking at photos of Namba’s cock. On the third day she asked to see Tommy. Carmella smiled. “Tomorrow,” she said.

On the following day, Hasi, the older of the Asian girls took Heather aside, “We go to see your old boyfriend,” she said. “But first you got to know we just look. Window has glass; we only see in, he can’t see out. After we look you can talk to him if you want.”

Heather smiled, “Yes, yes, that’s ok.”

Hasi led her down a long corridor to a pair of steps that ended in a room with a large window that looked directly into the spacious living room of Carmella’s apartment. Carmella dressed in a flowing purple and gold silk robe and wearing gold embroidered flip-flops sat in a big overstuffed chair, her feet propped up on a hassock. To one side, there was a rolled out mat on the floor. On a table next to her were a tall glass, a bucket of ice, and a bottle of Vodka. She was sipping from the glass. After a moment, a side door opened. Heather gasped. Tommy entered dragging his left foot which was bent inward causing him to lurch. His face was disfigured. Nothing had been done to repair the beatings he’d endured at the hands of the mountain men. His broken nose had grown back crooked. His front teeth were missing. There was a livid scar that cut across his lips and chin causing his mouth to droop on one side. He had lost considerable weight. Heather felt the tears form, “Oh Tommy,” she whispered. He wore a tee shirt and shorts. The crotch of the shorts had been cut out so his cock and balls were exposed. His thin white cock was limp. His feet were bare. He shuffled toward Carmella then dropped to his knees and bowed his head.

Carmella glanced up at the window where Heather and Hasi were standing. Then looking at Tommy who knelt before her she asked, “What does it mean to be queened?”

There were microphones in Carmella’s room so the two women who were watching could hear what was said. Without raising his bowed head, Tommy answered, “It means, Madam, that I lay on the mat and you stoop over me, over my head and...and spread your...cheeks and lower yourself on my face.”

“Do you like being queened?”