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.
“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.”
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 h
er?”
“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.
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