Heather (9 page)

“It’s your wedding day,” Carmella reached forward and patted the girl’s hand.

Heather smiled. “Am I to marry Namba?”

“Yes, dear. Namba is to be your husband.”

“I’m sure he will be a good husband.”

“He will. He is a kind and gentle man.”

“And I will have his children?”

“Do you want to bear Namba’s children?”

“Oh, yes, Carmella. I want very much for Namba to...to love me and to...breed me.”

Carmella motioned to the Asian women who hurried to refresh Heather’s make-up. Then they helped her into the tight fitting wedding gown. She wore no panties or bra. She slipped her tiny feet into the white pumps then stood before the full length mirror. “Do you think he will approve?”

The Asian women smiled and nodded. Carmella said, “You are absolutely stunning.”

Heather frowned, “But does he...does he know...I mean can he appreciate...”

“Of course, he knows. Certainly he appreciates beauty. You’ve seen the paintings. He adores the way you look.” She led Heather to the make-up bench and indicated she was to sit. “Now you must know, my dear, that Namba has never allowed us to put clothes on him. We tried very hard to persuade him to wear something on his wedding day but he adamantly refuses. He has always cheerfully done whatever we’ve asked of him, but he simply will not wear clothes.”

“You mean he will be naked during the ceremony?”

“Yes, there was nothing we could do.”

Heather sat quietly for a few moments, then smiled. “Well, good. Everyone will get to see his cock and know it’s only for me.”

Relieved, Carmella smiled, “And everyone will know you belong to him. You will be his woman.” She watched Heather carefully.

Heather nodded. “I will, won’t I? I’ll be his wife. His woman.”

“And bear his children,” Carmella added.

“Yes, and bear his children,” Heather said softly.

The wedding was to be held in what had become known as “Namba’s Garden” which was, in fact, the two acre beautifully treed and landscaped park adjacent to his quarters. Near the entrance was a huge old oak. A flowered arbor had been set up under it. Doctor Bruno and Carmella stood looking out at the sun dappled landscape, the flowered gardens, some of the trees already bearing fruit, the winding pathways, and in the distance the sparkling lake. Doctor Bruno nodded his head, “Eden,” he said.

Carmella smiled, “Yes, Eden,” she repeated.

Doctor Bruno chuckled, “I have some good news, Carmella. Your son has somewhat reluctantly agreed to wear a tux. We had some trouble finding one to fit him and some difficulty getting him into it, but at least he won’t be standing at the alter naked.”

Carmella laughed, “Ahh, that is good news. I had this vision of his hard cock sticking out in front of him like a policeman’s club.”

Nisi, the older of the two Asian women, approached them, “Father Allende is here,” she said.

Doctor Bruno instructed her to take the priest to the garden. He turned to Carmella, “Let’s do this simply but reverently and with grace. Go to Namba and tell him again about the ceremony and that Heather will be his wife. Then, accompany him to the arbor in the garden. I will get my niece.” He turned back to Nisi, “Tell your sister to begin playing the wedding march when Heather and I start toward the garden.” The Asian girl nodded and hurried off.

Five minutes later as the final chords of the wedding march faded, Namba and Heather stood before the old priest. Namba seemed to be bursting out of the tight fitting tuxedo.” He towered over his bride. When she first saw him standing at the alter with Carmella, she frowned and for an instant thought of turning and running but the huge creature looked at her with such adoration she went forward smiling up at him. Carmella and Doctor Bruno stepped back. Heather put her small hand into Namba’s big one. The priest cleared his throat. “Do you, Heather, take this...this man, Namba, to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. And forsaking all others be faithful only to him for as long as you both shall live?”

Heather nodded, “Yes, I do,” she said

The priest turned toward Namba, “Do you, Namba, take this woman Heather to be your wedded wife to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. And forsaking all other be faithful only to her for as long as you both shall live?”

Namba had learned the ceremony and understood what it meant. He nodded and made a sound deep in his throat. Doctor Bruno stepped forward and handed Namba a ring which Namba slipped onto Heather’s finger.

The old priest smiled, “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” he said.

Chapter Eight

Doctor Bruno had decided his niece and her husband should have complete privacy. To that end he’d installed ceiling to floor heavy drapery over the glass walls of their quarters. He also forbade anyone except Carmella to enter the room with the video displays of their quarters and garden. He informed both Heather and Namba that they were free to leave their quarters and have access to the rest of the compound, but warned them against going outside of it. “The area is controlled by a powerful drug cartel who would do you both great harm,” he cautioned.

“I understand,” Heather said. “Neither my husband nor I have any desire to leave the compound. I’ve seen some of those men. They are ugly and mean.” She smiled at her uncle, “To be honest Namba and I have no wish to even leave our quarters and the lovely gardens. We’re quite happy there. Thank you, Uncle.”

It was true. All their needs were provided and their wants were simple ones. They strolled in the spacious garden. They swam each day in the sparkling lake. Namba continued to paint. A piano was brought in for Heather. She began to practice again.

She and Namba also played chess. She taught him card games. They exercised on the equipment and the climbing wall. They took turns cooking their meals. Occasionally they watched movies on the big television screen. Their lives were idyllic. Soon after the wedding, Heather stopped wearing clothes. Like Namba, she was naked day and night.

But after a week in Eden, Heather began having disturbing dreams. She was back again in the mountains with Willy and Sam. They were raping her ass. She was masturbating and cumming. During the day she was often wet but Namba didn’t seem to need or want sex as often as she wished. His cock, too, proved to be disappointing. On the screen it had been huge. In real life it was black but ordinary. Even Wally and Sam had bigger cocks and theirs seemed to be hard most of the time. The daily routine in the garden and quarters began to be somewhat boring. She loved Namba, she really did. He was sweet and adored her but imagining a life here in this idyllic place with this” wonderful creature frightened her. Soon Doctor Bruno would operate to make her fertile. Then, she would have Namba’s children. She sat alone in the garden for a long time and wept.

Doctor Bruno was delighted. Both he and Carmella were more certain than ever that they had created another Eden. Namba was a handsome, strong, and very gentle Adam. Heather had become a glowingly beautiful exceptionally sweet Eve. Each delighted in pleasing the other. There were no taboos. There was no shame. Doctor Bruno and Carmella were sure that after the operation, Heather would conceive. Heather and Namba’s babies would be the crowning glory of both his and Carmella’s lives.

Of course, Carlo, the janitor had reported the wedding to Alvero Ruiz. Over the past month he’d also been able to obtain some of the video tapes of Heather both clothed and naked. These were sent to Ruiz. During the past six months the drug lord’s power had increased. His men, it was estimated, murdered well over two-hundred other dealers and locals and police. In addition to sending tons of drugs across the boarder, they were involved in prostitution and recently the slave trade. They’d kidnap young Mexican girls and ship them off to Asia and the Middle East.

Ruiz operated out of a huge compound only five miles south of Doctor Bruno’s facility. When Doctor Bruno built his facility the area was under control of local police and the Mexican militia. But over the years that had changed. At first there were several drug cartels that banded together and decimated the local police force and paid off the militia, many of whom joined the drug runners. Gradually Ruiz drove out the other cartels or absorbed them.

He collected tribute from Doctor Bruno but, other than having the spy, Carlo, give him a report on the Doctor’s activities every month, he tended to leave him alone. However with the arrival of Heather, he began to take a much greater interest. After watching a video of her wedding to Namba he threw the glass of whisky he’d been sipping against the wall where it shattered. “That crazy old fuck has married his...his hot young niece to a fuckin’ ape, for Chrisake!” he yelled.

Lobo, his first lieutenant, frowned, “Maybe we shoulda took her earlier?”

“Yeah,” Ruiz said, “She been fuckin’ that animal for a month.” He shook his head. “Her own uncle, for Chrisake, marries her to his pet ape. What kind of man does that?”

Lobo thought for a moment, “She be much better with us. The boys been wantin’ a white American in the stable and on the pole.”

Ruiz nodded, “Won’t be no problem takin’ her. Carlo says the crazy doctor don’t even have a gun up there and the ape’s like a fuckin’ puppy dog.”

Lobo grabbed his crotch, “When we gonna get her?”

“Tonight’s good a time as any,” Ruiz said. Lobo grinned. “Take five of the boys up there,” Ruiz continued. “Don’t kill nobody unless you have to but do some damage so’s they know we mean business. Let the girl see it.”

“What about the ape?”

“Make the doc get her out of that place where they live. Get her by herself and tell her if she makes trouble you gonna kill the fuckin’ ape.”

The abduction proved to be easier than they’d anticipated. Only Carmella put up a fight. One of the men smashed her nose with the butt of his rifle. Heather began to resist until Lobo tied her wrists behind her back. He led her to the outside of their enclosure and had Carlo pull back the heavy drape. Namba was busy at his easel, his back toward them. Lobo stood behind Heather and raised his pistol pointing it at Namba, “With this gun and the kind of bullets I use, it would only take one shot.” he said close to her ear. After a moment, he said, “You comin’?” She nodded.

The next day Ruiz sent a message to Doctor Bruno that informed him that it would be useless to try to report anything to the authorities because as the doctor well knew Ruiz was the only authority within two hundred miles. In addition, if the doctor caused any trouble at all Ruiz was prepared to wipe out the entire complex and take it for himself. He added that he and his men had already killed more than two hundred people so a few more wouldn’t matter.

The doctor was devastated. His entire life’s work taken from him, but both he and Carmella knew Ruiz wasn’t bluffing. They also knew better than to expect outside help from either Mexico or the United States. Namba took the loss worst of all. He had no concept of evil. It seemed to him that Heather had simply decided to leave him and go somewhere else. He stopped painting. For several days he refused to eat. He mostly sat on their bed and stared off into space. Looking in on him, Bruno turned to Carmella, “If it were possible to die of a broken heart, our Namba would be dead.” She nodded in agreement.

On the night of the abduction Heather was taken directly to the huge ornately appointed office of Alvero Ruiz. She was naked, her hands shackled behind her. On each ankle was a leather cuff. A twelve inch chain connected them. She was effectively hobbled.” He sat behind a massive ebony desk on which was a bottle of Chevez, a half filled glass, and a bucket of ice. Heather was made to sit on a plain chair facing him. His shirt was open exposing his hairy chest. His big belly hung over his belt. He was sweating profusely, his face red, his thinning hair and scraggly beard damp. She could smell him from where she sat.

“Do you know who I am?”

Heather glared at him her eyes filled with anger, “A murderer and drug dealer,” she said.

He rose from his chair and walked around to stand before her. Without warning, he slapped her so hard across the face she almost fell out of the chair. Her cheek was bright red with the imprint of his hand. She began to cry. He waited a moment then lifted her chin so she had to look up at him. “I’ll ask you again, who am I?”

“You’re a coward, a filthy Mexican coward,” she said.

He backhanded her twice so hard that she stopped hearing and the room went out of focus. He waited until she seemed somewhat recovered. Again, he lifted her chin so that she was staring up into his sneering face. Between his thumb and the index finger of his right hand he grabbed her nipple and twisted it viciously. She screamed. “Who am I?” he yelled.

The tears streamed down her face. She bowed her head, “A pig,” she whispered.

Quickly he walked to a cabinet in the wall, opened it, and selected a riding crop. Returning to stand in front of her, he raised the crop and brought it down with a cracking sound across her left breast. Again she screamed as the hot searing pain exploded. She groaned and hung her head, the tears flowing freely. He lightly touched her right breast with the crop. “Who am I!” he shouted. She said nothing. He lifted the crop and brought it down across her right breast. The scream caught in her throat as the room went out of focus. She passed out. Along the angry red whip marks were spots of blood where the skin had broken.

From his desk he took a small container of smelling salts and held it under her nose. After a few moments she coughed. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head so that she had to look up at him. In his right hand he still held the crop. “Who am I?” he asked once more.

“Alvero Ruiz,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he leaned closer to her, “and before long when I ask you to tell me and anyone else who I am you will answer by saying, ‘Alvero Ruiz, my master’.” He pressed a button on his desk. After a few moments the door swung open. Lobo, Ruiz’s lieutenant, grinned and nodded at his boss. Heather looked up at him and quickly turned away. He was tall and thin, his head skeleton like, his eyes sunken, his wide mouth and thin lips revealed yellow crooked teeth. His thinning hair hung down to his shoulders. He placed his long dirty fingers under Heather’s breast and lifted it slightly. “Looks like this white American bitch gonna need some trainin’,” he said.