Heather (8 page)

“Yes, Madam. I like it very much.”

“What is rimming?”

“Rimming is when I lick...lick around the rim of your...of your anal opening.”

“Do you like rimming me?”

“I do, Madam.”

“When I tell you to toss my salad, what do you do?”

He looked up at her then quickly bowed his head, “When you command me to toss your salad, I-I push my tongue into your...your opening and lick it. I-I...taste you there, inside.”

“And do you enjoy that? Do you enjoy tossing Madam Carmella’s salad?”

It was a moment before he answered. Heather noticed that his cock had begun to stiffen. “I enjoy that most of all, Madam.”

Carmella nodded, “What service do you perform in order to earn the privilege of tossing my salad?”

“I clean your feet...your toes.”

“How?”

“With my mouth, Madam. I lick them and suck them.”

“Worship my black toes?”

“Yes, Madam, worship your black toes.” He looked up at her, “Please Madam.”

Carmella nodded. Tommy inched forward and gently removed the flip-flops from her feet. “Remember,” she said, “get your tongue between them. You know what I like.”

“Yes, Madam, I know what you like.” He cupped the heel of her right foot and bending over her toes sucked each one in turn, making sure he licked between them. When he’d finished, he lowered his head further so that he could lick the underside of her foot. He performed the same ritual over her left foot. She kept him at it for at least a half hour. When she was satisfied, she leaned forward and tapped his head. He sat back and looked at her with what Heather felt was adoration. His cock was now fully erect. Heather turned away. Hasi forced her back to the window. “You say you want to see ex lover Tommy, so look at him.”

Tommy had, at a signal from Carmella, stretched out on the mat. His cock stuck straight up. Carmella heaved her bulk out of the chair and straddled him, facing his cock.

“How do you ask?” she asked him.

Tommy’s face was crimson, his eyes wide, his crooked mouth wet with spittle. “Please, Madam, please let me taste you. Let me rim your opening. Please permit me to honor your opening. Please grant me permission to push my tongue into your opening and taste you...taste you there.”

“Worship my black asshole?”

“Yes, please, Madam, allow me to worship your...your black asshole.”

Slowly Carmella lowered herself over his face while reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks. Heather watched horrified as Tommy’s face disappeared between the huge twin cheeks of her ass. She heard him groan. His stiff cock began to twitch. Carmella lowered herself still further. She looked up toward the window. “That’s right, boy,” she said, “push your tongue up there. Yeah, do me like that.” After a few minutes she lifted up. Tommy’s face was bright red and streaked with sweat, both his own and hers. She held her ass just out of reach. He struggled to lift his head toward it. “You want more, bitch boy?” she asked.

He nodded quickly, “Oh, yes, please, please, Madam. I worship it. I love the taste. Please let me have more!”

“What about the smell?”

“Yes, I love the smell. Yes, the smell and the taste. Please, Madam.”

Once more she reached back to part her ass cheeks and lower herself on his face. She rocked back and forth as he licked her crack and pushed his tongue into her hole. She leaned forward toward his cock which had become red. Her fingernails were long and pointed. She scraped them painfully up the length of his cock. Heather heard a muffled groan. His hips began to lift. Again Carmella started at the base of his cock and raked it breaking the skin with the sharp tips of her fingernails. Suddenly a spurt of cum shot out of his pee hole. Carmella laughed. As his prick began to subside she rose and still straddling him, pissed on his face and chest and slightly bleeding cock.

Heather turned toward Hasi, “Can we go back now. I’ve seen enough.”

As they returned to Heather’s quarters, she asked, “Is he drugged. I know Carmella can hypnotize people. Has she done that to him?”

“No drugs. No spells. Bitch boy Tommy likes to serve Miss Carmella. Nobody forces him.”

“What else does he do?”

“He cleans her apartment, does dishes, laundry that kind of stuff. He also learned how to give massages and do fingernails and give pedicures.” She held out her hand and pointed to her feet. The nails were neatly trimmed and lacquered bright red. “He do all the girls nails.” She smiled, “Sometimes he eat pussy and lick ass crack.” They paused at the door of Heather’s quarters. “Some men are like that,” Hasi said. “More than you think. Lots of Japanese big shots are like that. Want strong woman to make them do things.”“

That evening Doctor Bruno and Carmella sat in his office sharing a bottle of excellent Merlot. “Well,” he said, “how did it go this afternoon?”

“Just as we knew it would. After what she witnessed there’s no way she will entertain any more illusions about running away with boy toy Tommy.” She chuckled, “Besides Tommy is completely devoted to me. His only desire is to service Madam Carmella.”

Doctor Bruno raised his glass to her. “And Heather, how ready is she?”

“I no longer need to use the drugs. An hour or so of talk, of suggestions, after she’s fallen asleep and her nipples harden and her pussy is wet.” She laughed, “Visions of Namba’s cock dance in her head.” She leaned forward, “Are you sure, Doctor, that you want to have this wedding? Why not just put her in his quarters and let them fuck?

“I don’t suppose I have a very good reason except to add one more thing to convince her that she belongs to him. I want her to consider this union as...as...sanctioned by some higher authority...the state...God? Marriage gives the relationship added weight, makes the union binding. At least that’s how she’ll see it.”

“But surely Namba won’t?”

“For the past two weeks I’ve had the girls showing him videos of marriage ceremonies followed by scenes of sucking and fucking from porno movies. I’m sure he’s aware of the connection. He understands the importance of foreplay. He knows about kissing and fondling. He is fully aware of oral sex, of the missionary position, the woman on top, the doggie position. He will know that after the ceremony Heather, the object of years of masturbatory fantasies, will be his. He may not completely understand the language of the marriage ritual, but I’m sure he will know its meaning.”

“He has been painting pictures of her all his life,” Carmella added. “There’s also her scent. Since she’s been here I’ve been wiping her wet cunt at night while she sleeps and giving him the cloths.”

The doctor nodded, smiling, “I’ve watched him with them. He sniffs and licks them while jerking off. They really arouse him more than anything else.”

“Are we going to try to dress him in a tux?” Carmella asked.

It was the Doctor’s turn to laugh, “Heavens no! We’ve been unsuccessful at that for over twenty years. The groom will be naked.”

“When will you do the procedure to make her fertile?”

“We’ll let them adjust to each other for a couple of weeks. I’ll do the operation early next month.” He finished his wine and sat back, “However, if she isn’t bred right away, there’s no big rush. We will see to it that this marriage lasts a good long while.”

After returning to her quarters, Heather threw herself down on the bed and sobbed. She wasn’t sure whether she was crying for herself or for Tommy. How, she wondered, could he have changed so drastically? Then she remembered how he would sit in the corner of his cage and masturbate while watching Willy or Sam rape her. Maybe, she reasoned, he hasn’t changed. Maybe he was always this way. Maybe it’s like Hasi said: he enjoys serving Carmella in those obscene ways. How, she asked herself, was that any different from what she was soon to do? Marry a creature that was only half human and have his baby.” Her pussy moistened. She touched herself. After only a minute she orgasmed.

Two days later Doctor Bruno and Carmella were making the final wedding arrangements. “How did Father Allende react?” Carmella asked.

“The old bastard wasn’t happy but he agreed. I’ve been supporting his church for years.”

“And he’s seen Namba grow up. He knows Namba is as much human as....as...he is anything else.”

Doctor Bruno nodded, “Yes, the priest is not going to be a problem. The ceremony will serve to convince Heather that this marriage sanctioned by the church is meant to be permanent.”

“Will her mother attend?”

“No. Alexis is in Spain. I told her of the wedding but she declined an invitation.”

“You will give away the blushing bride then?”

“Yes. And you, Carmella, will be the proud mother of the groom.” He laughed. “Maybe we’ll make Tommy the ring bearer?”

“I think that would be a bit much,” Carmella chuckled.

“Next Saturday afternoon then. Inform her and start preparations.”

“Are we going to view the consummation?”

“Of course. We’ll invite the entire staff, even your boy toy. Heather will know we can see into their bridal chamber but after her new husband shoves his prick into her she won’t care. We can choose to observe them whenever we wish. When they are in the garden we can view them on the video monitors.”

“Will she be permitted to leave the cubical?”

“See to it that all their meals are delivered but after a week or so, I think it will be safe to let her have free access to the rest of the complex when she wishes.”

“Good. It’s settled then.”

Chapter Seven

For the next two days Heather was taken to the cubical and instructed to watch her future husband so that she wouldn’t experience a profound shock upon seeing him in person for the first time on their wedding day. At first, even though she’d been seeing photographs and videos of him every day and night, she was horrified. She turned toward the Doctor, “It’s...it’s not human,” she said.

Doctor Bruno gently placed his hands on her shoulders and looked steadily into her eyes, “My dear, Heather,” he began, “Namba, is human, truly he is. Look at the wonderful paintings he’s done. He stands upright. He eats at a table. He uses tableware. He showers, brushes his teeth. He’s very affectionate. He understands English and even some Spanish.”

“But Uncle,” the tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, “he’s uneducated. He can’t read. He can’t even speak. I mean what...what...will our lives be like? We have nothing at all in common.”

Doctor Bruno turned her back to face the cubicle where Namba was standing at his easel painting another picture of her. He seemed to sense that she was near. He paused and looked directly where, on the other side of the wall, they were standing. Doctor Bruno squeezed his niece’s shoulder, “You have in common what is most important. Each of you was born and raised to breed...to breed with each other. More than anything on earth he wants you and, in his own way, loves you. And you, dear Heather, need him. I’m sure, in time, you will come to love him. Everyone does.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. “In all honesty, dear Heather, I must confess that my life’s plan for you and Namba has been self-serving, egotistical, greedy, and even cruel. But watching Namba grow into manhood, being a sort of father to him has made me ashamed of my ambitions.” He looked into the enclosure for a moment where Namba had returned to his painting.

Heather followed his gaze. “He is sweet, isn’t he?” she said.

Doctor Bruno nodded, “Yes, he’s certainly that. I’ve never met a more gentle, loving, and as you say, sweet man. Although he’s extremely powerful, it isn’t in his nature to hurt anyone or anything.” He looked down at her and chuckled, “I think you are going to marry Adam before he bit into the apple.”

She smiled, “Yes, Uncle, I believe that is true.”

Carmella led her back to her quarters. Namba paused for a moment, then returned to his painting.

On the morning of the wedding, Heather had a change of heart. She was bathed by the two Asian women, her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red, her body was rubbed with perfumed oils, her hair was trimmed and brushed, mascara and lipstick and gloss were applied. When they laid the wedding dress and high heeled pumps out on the bed, she turned away from them clenching her fists, “I won’t,” she whispered harshly, “I won’t do it. He isn’t...isn’t human. Tell Uncle I refuse.”

Carmella was sent for. When she arrived, Heather was still standing naked, facing the window. At a signal from Carmella the two Asians grabbed Heather’s arms and held her.

Carmella’s needle and syringe were ready. She stuck Heather’s left buttock and emptied the syringe. Heather collapsed but her eyes remained open. She was lifted onto the bed.

The video over her head of Namba stroking his computer enhanced black cock was turned on. One of the Asian women lit a wick that was dipped in a murky fluid. Namba’s scent filled the room. Carmella sat beside the girl. “Can you see?” she asked.

“Yes,” Heather replied. She stared unblinking at the screen overhead.

“What do you see?”

“Namba...Namba’s cock.”

“Do you enjoy looking at Namba’s black cock?”

After a moment Heather answered, “Yes.”

“Say it. Say what you enjoy.”

“It gives me great pleasure to look at Namba’s beautiful black cock.”

“If I let you look at it you must promise that you will not touch yourself.”

“I promise.”

Carmella continued to sit next to her leaning forward do croon soft unintelligible sounds close to the girl’s ear. The images on the screen changed. There was Namba stroking his cock. There was Namba’s cock in a close up on the screen. There was Namba painting a portrait of Heather while his cock stuck out straight and stiff. There was a shot from below so that the creature’s black balls filled up the screen. Unlike the rest of him, they were hairless, the skin stretched tight over them. For more than an hour the images kept appearing while Carmella continued to whisper incantations in a low sing-song voice. Heather’s nipples were hard and her furrow was moist. Finally, Heather closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep in which the old dreams came back clearly and powerfully.

After two hours, she awoke slowly and turned toward Carmella who had not left her side. “What day is this?” she asked.