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 goin
g 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?”
“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 o
ne 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.
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