Heather (14 page)

Carmella wasn’t as hopeful, but she smiled and said, “Yes, we’ll keep looking for a way. But I cannot fake what I’m supposed to do nor can you. Namba, your uncle, Tommy, and the rest are safe as long as we do as we’re told. The General always gets his way. He is very intelligent and can be a very cruel man, but I think he prides himself on keeping his word. He has promised me that if we, especially you, cooperate no harm will come to them.”

Heather was thoughtful for a few minutes then she looked directly at Carmella, “I had the dreams last night, only they were worse and more powerful.” Color came to her cheeks, “This morning my...my vagina was wet and my nipples were painfully hard. I woke up terribly aroused. I still am. That was your doing, wasn’t it?”

Carmella nodded, “Yes, I’m to continue with that. Before you go to sleep you will take a sedative that will make you more receptive to my suggestions and will cause the dreams to be more vivid, more real.” She paused, then added, “I think you will be in a constant state of arousal. I know they plan to have you wear a small device that will make it impossible for you to...to...masturbate.”

“So that I will welcome any opportunity no matter how repugnant to be relieved, any chance to have an orgasm?”

“Yes, that’s the plan.”

Heather sighed and smiled weakly, “Well, I suppose it could be worse. I could still be a captive of Ruiz and forced to service his gang of murderers.”

“That’s why the General ordered that you spend some time with Ruiz. He wanted you to know what is likely to happen should you resist his plans for you. He promised Ruiz that you would be sent back if you proved to be difficult. As I said before, the General keeps his promises.”

“ Heather bit her lip and held back tears that were forming, “What is the plan that Master Jorge has for me?”

“I don’t know all of it, but first there is to be a six week training period. This afternoon you will be fitted with the device I mentioned. You will be introduced to your instructors.” She took from a briefcase a sheet of paper and handed it to Heather. “Here is a list of the things you will be required to do and the things you will be required to learn.” She handed the list to Heather.

1. Learn to tighten your vaginal and anal muscles so that you can, without moving, cause men to ejaculate.

2. Learn a variety of oral techniques that will give exquisite pleasure to both men and women when you pleasure them with your mouth and tongue. You will also learn to deep throat and to swallow large amounts of cum.

3. You will become acquainted with a variety of make up techniques, body oils and perfumes, revealing garments, and extremely high heeled shoes.

4. You will learn to service women as expertly as you service men.

5. You will learn to make daily exercise of not less than two hours a habit. You must keep your body in excellent condition.

6. You will learn how to present yourself when you are on display and when you are serving your masters and mistresses.

7. You will learn how to present yourself to the whip and how to endure it.

As Heather read the list she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach and the tears began to well up in her eyes. She threw down the list, “Carmella, I won’t do this. I’m not a subservient slave. I’m a citizen of the United States. I’m a highly educated, strong, independent woman. There is no way I’m going to learn these things or do these things.”

The older woman shook her head sadly. “The lives of those you most care about; your uncle, Namba, Tommy, even me are in your hands. The alternative to the training here is to be returned permanently to Ruiz. Think, dear Heather, think.” She turned and left, locking the door behind her.

Heather flung herself down on the bed and cried until she drifted off into a restless sleep haunted by visions of Sam and Willy. Two hours later she was roughly awakened by Madam Celia, “Get up. The General wants to see you. Anita will tell you what to wear.” She turned and left. Anita approached carrying a short narrow white skirt, a very shear black blouse, and a pair of white strappy stilettos. Heather moved to the makeup table and began to apply mascara and lipstick. “Cover lips with gloss,” Anita said, “the General likes shiny lips.” Anita brushed Heather’s hair, “General wants you to bring list,” she said. She placed it on the table in front of Heather who folded it and looked up at the girl, “I’m ready,” she said.

As before, General Jorge Cruiz was seated behind his desk. Heather approached with her head bowed and stood at the same wooden chair before his desk, waiting.

“Sit,” he said. When she was seated he told her to look up. His pale blue eyes burned into her. “I trust you have been well treated,” he said.

“Yes, Master.”

“I see you’ve brought the list. Do you have any questions about it?”

She was surprised that she’d been given a chance to object. “Master, my question is not about the list. I am an educated, cultured, wealthy American citizen. You cannot sell me as if I were a horse.”

He interrupted, “If at that time I wish to sell you I will,” he said firmly. “A month from now we will host four of the most powerful men in the world. You will service them and perform for them. I’m sure since you are such a rare and consequently valuable woman they will offer huge sums in order to own you. I have no choice in the matter. You will be sold to the highest bidder. The buyers are some of the most powerful and richest men in the world. You will be sold to one of them. I have given them my word. I intend for you to be the most desirable and therefore the most expensive slave I’ve ever sold.” Heather bowed her head and felt tears begin to run down her cheeks. He continued, “The vigorous training you will receive over the next four weeks will insure that you are a most desirable acquisition. I assure you, at the end of the training period you will want to be the best. You will want to make me proud of you. You will want to bring the highest price.” Again he told her to look up. He leaned forward, “At first you will train hard because you know that to do otherwise will mean you will be sent back to Ruiz and will stay there. After awhile you will begin to realize who and what you are and will train even harder because you want to please me.” He paused and stared at her until she bowed her head again. “Now,” he said, “do you have any more questions?”

“No, Master,” she said softly.

“I understand that you are easily aroused and in constant need of clitoral stimulation?” It was a question.

“Yes, Master. Since childhood I’ve been subjected to hypnotism administered by my caretaker, Carmella. I have erotic dreams, some of them are nightmares.”

“You were also kidnapped by rough men in the California mountains and sexually abused by them for a week.”

It had become obvious that he know everything about her past. “Yes, Master.”

“How did you respond to the way they humiliated and abused you?”

She considered lying but knew he would see through it, “At first I resisted as much as I could. They were filthy and crude, but gradually I began to...to...need what they were forcing on me.”

“You had orgasms when they fucked your ass?”

“Yes, Master, always.”

“Did you also orgasm when you sucked their cocks?”

“Not always but I did if they permitted me to touch myself, which they did most of the time.”

“We are not going to let you have orgasms or at least not often. After this meeting you will be taken to our little clinic. Very small highly magnetic disks will be imbedded in you labial lips, much like those decorative pussy rings but these are solid disks so small they’re hard to see. Over these we will clamp a tiny cage that covers your clitoris, thereby preventing you from masturbating or from having orgasms when you are fucked. Only a few of will have a remote that reverses the magnetic field so that the cage can be removed. It will be a special treat for you to be permitted to orgasm. You will work hard to deserve that treat. Do you understand?”

As he spoke she could feel her vagina moisten and her nipples stiffen. “Yes, Master, I understand, but...but...will these magnetic disks be permanent?”

“No a simple painless operation will remove them. By that time you will have disciplined yourself to abstain from orgasms unless it pleases your master to permit you to have them. Everything you do or do not do will derive from your desire to please your master.” He saw she wished to speak. “Yes, what is it?”

“I don’t mean to question what you’ve just said, but I assume I’m not the first woman you’ve sold.” He nodded and indicated she was to continue. “The other women I expect were quite pretty and also submissive, but were probably uneducated. I suspect most were from destitute families. They would easily convince themselves that even as slaves they would be going to a better life than the one they have. As you know, I come from a wealthy family and have, until recently, led a privileged life. I earned two graduate degrees and upon finishing a dissertation would have a doctorate. I’m intelligent and physically and emotionally strong.” He was about to interrupt but she hurried on, “Of course, I will do as I’m told for fear of being sent back to Ruiz, but I am not a horse and I am not a thing.” She leaned forward clenching her fists, “You will find that I am a fiercely independent and strong willed woman. I will not be sold like an object.”

He smiled thinly at her but his eyes narrowed and she noticed a twitch in his jaw, “It is precisely because you are highly educated and possess an independent spirit that you will bring in the highest price. That and the fact that you have been intimate with an ape. Believe me, Ms. Bruno, your only desire will be to make me proud because you receive the highest bid ever. I assure you that by then without the aid of hypnosis or the fear of being sent to Ruiz, or the promise of orgasms, you will embrace the fact that your only purpose in life, and it is a high purpose indeed, will be to obey your master in all things, to give yourself to him unconditionally, and to pleasure him and his friends in any way he wishes. He will own you as surely as he owns the painting on his wall and the horse in his stable.”

He pressed a button on his desk. Madam Celia entered and led her to the clinic. She felt herself trembling, not because of what they were about to do to her, but because she had begun to wonder if the General might be right. There was something about him that she’d never experienced with another man. The other’s had been physically forceful or had coerced her in some way. But his hard bright blue eyes and his deep authoritative voice made her feel weak and submissive. It must be how a puppy who wants to please its owner must feel. She reminded herself of what she’d told him about her intelligence and independent spirit. She resolved to be strong, to resist and somehow prevail.

The clinic was spotless. Celia led her to a screened in area and told her to undress. She was then told to lie down on what appeared to be the kind of table gynecologist’s use. A” Mexican doctor wearing a surgical mask indicated she should spread her legs and put her feet in the raised stirrups. A nurse injected her with something.

She awoke an hour later. Her labial lips were sore. She sat up and lifted the sheet that had covered her. The nurse watched her from across the room. Heather parted her legs and examined herself. Just under the surface of each labial lip she noticed a tiny disk about the size of an M&M. As the General had said, there was a small cage covering her clitoris.

That night she was given a sedative. Before drifting off to sleep she was aware of Carmella at her bedside and then Carmella staring into her eyes and mumbling. Her dream was more real than it had ever been before. It was of the General. She saw him as a handsome young man, strong and fierce, riding a great white horse and brandishing a sword. She saw him middle aged surrounded by lovely young women who were naked.

They were kissing him and taking turns sucking his huge stiff cock. Then he was fucking them. His cock remained hard. They screamed with pleasure. Finally, there was just his face as he is now. It filled her mind. His piercing blue eyes stared at her. She appeared in the dream kneeling before him. When he spoke his voice was deep and authoritative. “You will, under my direction, finally know who you are. You will be trained as an instrument of pleasure. You will be trained to serve and to serve will be your only desire. You will wish only to obey and to serve.”

“Yes, Master,” she said. The dream seemed to repeat several times with slight variations.

In the morning she woke refreshed and knowing her pussy was wet. Her nipples were painfully hard. She reached to rub her clit and was dismayed when her finger touched the small screened cage that covered it. The girl, Anita, brought her breakfast. When she finished eating Madam Celia entered her room. “Your training begins today,” she said.

“Three hours in the gym, then lunch. Two hours of language instruction. Two hours of stimulation and sex training. Two hours to shower have massage and prepare yourself for the evening.” Every other day you will have a private meeting with the General. On some evenings you will serve dinner in the main dining room. On some evenings you will be whipped. On other evenings you will be used for the pleasure of the General and his guests. At bedtime you will receive a small injection from Carmella and listen to her words. In time the power of the injections will be reduced until they are no longer needed. It’s expected that by then Carmella’s suggestions will no longer be necessary.”

Her training proceeded as she’d been told. She soon found that she enjoyed the classes. Although her body was beautiful before the rigorous exercises began she was aware that the trainers were sculpturing it; smaller waist, higher firmer breasts, perfectly rounded ass, perfectly formed legs. She was stronger without being muscular. During these physical training sessions she often caught sight of Martin who stood in the doorway watching her intently. She thought she might be taught Italian and French. Instead the language instruction was in Russian, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, and Korean. She was a quick learner but these were very difficult. Of course, she was instructed in only the fundamentals. She guessed the buyers at the auction were from the Middle East or the Asian countries. Madam Celia assured her she was right. “They are rich, very rich men who view women rather differently than men in Europe or America,” she said.