Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Heather
by Charles Arnold
ISBN: 978-1-939916-34-1
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Prologue
In 1949 twins, a boy and a girl, were born to Harold and Anita Bruno of San Francisco. Harold Bruno had inherited fifty million dollars and the Bruno estate which was composed of fifteen acres in the hills above Sausalito. On the grounds were the main house, a caretaker’s house, a six car garage, a stable, and a small but expensively equipped laboratory. Even as a child Harold had been interested in biochemistry. His son, Alexander, also became fascinated by the subject and spent most of his childhood conducting experiments in the laboratory. Very early he became interested in genetics, the human genome, and in-vitro fertilization. His secondary interest was his twin sister, Alexis. They were even closer than normal twins. After attending the same private school, Alexander went off to Harvard where he eventually graduated magna cum laude with a doctorate in biochemistry and another in gynecology. Alexis attended Smith where she majored in drinking and drugs. She and her brother often spent weekends together during those years. It might not be called a loving sibling relationship but it certainly was interesting and, in so far as they were able to care for anyone, they did care for one another.
Their parents, Harold and Anita were killed in a boating accident when the twins were eighteen. Of course, the money and the estate were willed to Alexander and Alexis. Other relatives received nothing. After graduating, Alexander chose to build a beautiful home and a huge laboratory in the high plains area of central Mexico. It was in a region sparsely populated and free of government regulation and minions of the law, particularly police. The area was loosely controlled by drug lords who, for a price, would afford protection and mind their own business. He was happy to pay the price. He hired several brilliant assistants to help in his experiments with the human genome. These assistants were carefully selected. He paid them well. They proved to be both passionate about the work they were doing and absolutely loyal to their mentor. The most loyal was a large black woman who had worked cleaning the lab but because of special abilities the doctor recognized had become one of his most valued assistants. Her name was Carmella Brewster.”
Three years before Alexis gave birth to Heather, Alexander Bruno and a small staff had spent six months in the Congo studying the rare Bonobo apes which are by all accounts our nearest relatives. He managed to bring a fine male specimen back with him. It was at this time he presented his plan to his sister and to Carmella Brewster. He would alter the genetic structure of the ape’s sperm and through in-vitro fertilization plant it in Carmella’s womb. If the pregnancy took, he expected her to deliver a male bonobo with human characteristics, a creature half ape and half human. His intention was to have this creature eventually copulate with a female human in the expectation that the offspring would be more human but with the strength and dexterity and sexual stamina of the bonobo. Bonobos are most noted for their highly sexual nature. They become easily aroused. Unlike other apes, they often copulate face to face. They engage in oral sex. They practice intense tongue kissing. In the male, arousal lasts quite long and he can be aroused again shortly after ejaculation. After explaining this to the two women Doctor Bruno sat back in his chair smiling at them. “Carmella” he said, “will you agree to become the surrogate mother of the world’s first humanoid ape?”
Of course, he and his long time assistant had discussed this many times before. “Yes, Doctor,” she replied, “I’d be honored.”
He turned to his sister, who, after graduating, had travelled throughout the world, spending lavishly, and by 1986 had gone through three marriages and three expensive divorces. She had, in fact, exhausted her inheritance. “My dearest, Alexis,” he began, “what if I agreed to provide you with a substantial income for the remainder of your life if you agree to have a baby, in-vitro, of course. The sperm donor to remain anonymous.”
Alexis had learned to suspect his motives but she was broke, “Why, Alex, why should I have a child?”
“It will be a female. If the plan works as I predict it will, your baby should arrive about two years after Carmella’s. When your little girl is twenty, Carmella’s creature will be twenty-two and wanting, no doubt, to have a child of his own.”
“You mean you would mate my daughter with this...this...ape?”
“Only the sperm will come from our bonobo. Since the egg and the womb will be your daughter’s, we’re expecting her to give birth to something, perhaps ape like, but with human intelligence and possibly human sensibilities. He paused, “The creature will once and for all prove who our real ancestors were.”
“How do you propose to bring about this marriage or mating or whatever the hell it is?”
“That should not concern you. You’ve gone through your half of the inheritance. You’ve gone through three marriages. Your expensive life style is over. I’m offering to sustain it for as long as you live and asking only that you carry a girl child to term. There will be someone paid to raise her so you need not be bothered with the whole mothering thing.”
“But I’m thirty-nine. Isn’t that a bit old for childbearing?”
“You will stay here and be under expert care all through the pregnancy. I promise there will be no complications.”
“You always managed to get what you wanted.” She shook her head, smiling weakly,” “Yes, Alex, I’ll have a baby girl for you.”
The following year Carmella gave birth to a male creature. Doctor Bruno was disappointed. It was black and covered with hair. Both the fingers and toes were long and ape like. The forehead sloped to a flat nose with wide nostrils. The mouth, too, was wide, the lips thick. Behind the deep set eyes there was intelligence, or more precisely, cunning. Doctor Bruno cursed, “The damn thing looks like a big bonobo baby.” They named it Namba.” Two years later, Heather, the heroine of this account, was born. Alexis flew off to Europe and quickly resumed her old ways.
Carmella Brewster had come to Doctor Bruno’s attention early in her life. Even as a young black woman she never laughed or smiled. She was grossly overweight and unattractive and, it seemed to the doctor, smoldering with anger. She also had a way with the lab animals. He sometimes caught her staring at them and talking softly to them until she’d put them in a hypnotic state. When he asked her about it she said, “It’s a gift.” After the birth of her son, Carmella was sent back to the Congo to perfect her “gift”. She returned on the day Alexis gave birth to Heather. Carmella was twenty-five. She moved to Alexis’s house in Sausalito where she became Heather’s sole guardian. When Heather was six months old, Carmella took her to Doctor Bruno’s facility in Mexico. The baby was kept there for a week during which time her uncle made a slight but important alteration to h
er genital area.”
True to his word, Doctor Bruno provided generously for Heather through all the years of her growing up. He paid for her college tuition and sent her a substantial check every month asking only that, from time to time, she respond with a photograph and short letter telling of her activities. Until the time of this account they had never met except for the week she spent in his laboratory as in infant. It should be noted that during that week the two year old Namba, was housed in a cage close beside the baby’s crib. It should also be noted that starting with Heather’s twelfth birthday Carmella sent once a month, a pair of the girl’s soiled panties to the facility in Mexico. These in turn were given to Namba who smelled them and licked them and masturbated on them several times a day.
Chapter One
If she needed a resume’ to be a kidnapped victim, Heather Bruno would have been the perfect candidate. The man she intended to marry, Tommy Abbott, would have been equally qualified. Both of the young people were ostensibly orphans. Heather never knew who her father was. Tommy’s father was dead. The mothers of both Tommy and Heather were absolutely indifferent toward their children.” There was, however, a rich and powerful man who had waited twenty-two years for this abduction to take place. Heather and Tom were soon to discover that luck isn’t always on the side of the angels.
Since their freshman year at Stanford, the two young folks had been sweethearts. Both were on the tennis team. In her senior year Heather played in the state championships at Palm Springs. Both graduated from the college of Business Administration with honors. That was a year ago. Now, Tommy is – well, he’s not in business administration. And as for Heather – hers is a strange tale of hardship, sacrifice, degradation, education, abuse, self knowledge and, in the end, a kind of resurrection.
Heather, since a very early age, had been subjected to Ms. Carmella’s sedatives and hypnotic suggestions. By the time she graduated from high school she’d become addicted. Not addicted to drugs or alcohol but to something she had never been able to understand and was terribly ashamed of. During her childhood and adolescent years she was made to take a sedative at bedtime. It was a sedative that Heather’s uncle Alex with help from Carmella, had developed especially for his niece. When she was asleep Carmella would induce salacious erotic dreams and hypnotic suggestions which, over time, became ingrained as part of Heather’s physical, emotional, and psychological persona. The repetitive suggestions included all manner of things some might call licentious. Very often sexual desire was coupled with submissiveness. All were directed toward stimulating the girl’s libido. Through Carmella’s hypnotic suggestions Heather’s dreams were not only sensual but perverted. In her dreams she was aroused by black animals, dogs and apes, and by black men. She was encouraged to masturbate in her sleep which she did with increasing frequency during the years of her growing into womanhood.” In time, the hypnotic suggestions continued into her waking hours. She lubricated easily and often. Her clitoris was unusually large and extremely sensitive. She could bring herself to orgasm quite easily several times a day. When she developed breasts her nipples stiffened for no apparent reason. She knew she was different from other girls but never spoke to anyone about it. Reports from Carmella to Uncle Alex informed him that all was going according to plan. His niece had grown into a very beautiful young lady with a need to cum that was not likely to be satisfied by so called “normal” fantasies.
Shortly after Heather left for college, Carmella wrote to her saying she was no longer needed and was resigning. She left no forwarding address. Heather was hurt, but since they had never truly bonded, the news wasn’t particularly painful.
The major problem facing kidnappers cuts two ways. The person they’re kidnapping must be valuable to someone else. Anyone willing to pay a ransom will want the kidnappers caught and punished. This means that either before or after a ransom is paid, all manner of law enforcers will be employed to apprehend the kidnappers. However, in the case of Heather and Tommy, although their parents could easily have come up with large sums for the safe return of their youngsters, neither parent would, in fact, even acknowledge the demands made by kidnappers. The parents didn’t much care.
The powerful man behind the kidnapping knew this. The other odd fact about this particular kidnapping was that the actual kidnappers were never even remotely interested in ransom. It was Heather they wanted. But they clearly understood that they could keep her for just a short while; a training period one might say.
Tommy’s father was dead. Heather’s was an anonymous sperm donor. Heather’s mother had made a career of marrying, divorcing, and living in Europe. Tommy’s mother lived with an international banker in Brazil. Neither had come to graduation. However, Uncle Alex arranged to have a new Corolla delivered to his niece as a graduation present. With it came a note saying he remembered from one of her letters that she and Tommy were avid backpackers and loved exploring wilderness areas. Since he had once lived for a little while in Northern California, he suggested they drive the new car north to the Trinity Alps and try climbing in Yolla Bolly Range. Heather thought it was strange that her very generous but mysterious uncle had tapped into exactly what they were planning to do after graduation. They hadn’t discussed where they would climb, but now they didn’t have to. It would be in the Yolla Bolly’s. She wanted to phone Uncle Alexander, but her only way of contacting him had been through a Post Office box number. Although he had supported her since she was a baby and had sent Carmella to raise her, she had never even spoken to him. She did know that he was a brilliant but reclusive scientist who lived somewhere in Mexico.
In spite of her insatiable sexual appetite, Heather had remained a virgin. There were many times during each day and night when she longed to feel a man’s penis inside her but she repressed such longings until she could find a time and place to bring herself off, which she was able to do swiftly and frequently. In her masturbatory fantasies the man was always huge and black. She was glad she’d saved herself for Tommy. He would be the first and, she hoped, the only man to have her.
On their way to the Yolla Bolly’s they stopped in Red Bluff and were married by a justice of the peace. It was in Red Bluff the day after they were married that Willy first saw them in the flesh. He and Jake had been given photographs. She was better than in the pictures, a lot better. As he came out of the men’s room of the Mobile Station just off route 5, he froze with his fly half zipped. Leaning over the candy counter looking at a map was the hottest young woman he’d ever seen. Tight cutoffs molded her ass cheeks and creased along her crack. Her tanned bare legs were not long but were firm…muscled calves, tiny ankles. She was up on her tiptoes, her small feet in new Nikes. He was quick to notice that under her tight tee there was no bra strap. Her hair was jet black and cut short curling under at the back of her neck. Beside her, tracing a finger along the map was Tommy, thin and wiry, not much taller than Heather. Like her, he wore denim cutoffs, new Nikes, and a plain white tee. Willy edged over to the magazine rack near them.
“See,” Tommy was pointing and explaining, “this is route 36. We take that out of here. It’s maybe forty miles to Platina. Then about five miles north of Platina we take road number 231 and follow that about ten miles into the Yolla Bolly range. See this thin line?” Heather nodded. “It doesn’t have a name but it must go to the trail head. I’m sure it’s a one lane dirt road.”
“We leave the car at the trail head?” Heather asked.
“That’s right. Then we backpack into some of the most beautiful and least traveled wilderness in America.”
“How long?”
“Maybe four or five days.”
“Are there bears?”
“Lots. And wildcats and rattlesnakes.”
“What about wild mountain men?” she laughed.
“Sure. Just like in ‘Deliverance’.”
She put her arm around his waist and looked up at him, smiling, “Have I told you lately that I love you?”
He kissed her lig
htly, “Only about five times since breakfast.”
They paid for the gasoline and map and, holding hands, went out to their car. Willy watched them drive away. He fingered the outside of his pants and felt his stiffening cock. “New Corolla and we know just where the fuck you’re goin’,” he said to himself.
“Wild mountain men, the kid got that right only he didn’t have no idea how wild. That hot cunt in them white shorts…she’s comin’ right to us just like the good Doctor said she would.” He remembered his recent instructions from Doctor Bruno. Ms. C. had told him to call the Doctor’s private number at a specified time. Doctor Bruno described the girl and the boy she would be with as well as the car. Willy and his partners were to hold the girl for a week. He’d made it clear that the purpose was to make her so terrified of being sent back to them she would do whatever would be demanded of her.
Before heading toward the Yolla Bollys, Willy stopped at the Red Bluff Post Office and asked for the boxes addressed to Albert Barnett of Weston. He showed the clerk Albert Barnett’s altered driver’s license. Willy’s face appeared where Albert’s once had been. The mail clerk put two small boxes into a large one and placed it on the counter. Willy thanked him and went out to his truck. He guessed the boy and his young wife were twenty minutes ahead of him. No matter. He had a very good idea where they’d be two days from now. He and Sam would find them. He patted the box on the seat beside him and smiled. “Two birds with one stone,” he said. Before starting the truck he dialed a number on his cell phone.
“Yes?”
He recognized the voice immediately. He should have known. No one ever answered this number except the Doctor himself.
“They’s here,” Willy said.
“Good. Follow the plan. Remember you boys can do what you want, but don’t have intercourse with her, don’t fuck her.”
“What about her ass? What about her blowin’ us?” Willy asked.
“Yes you can have her ass and mouth,” He paused, then added, “Don’t do anything to her that won’t heal. Keep her for a week. At the end of the week I’ll phone you with the arrangements to have her delivered.”
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