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Heather wept silently. He folded his hands over his bulging stomach and smiled. “I will take great pleasure in displaying my beauty and the beast, my King Kong and Fay Wray.” He paused and smiled, “Do you know why so many people keep going to see the King Kong movie and variations of it?” Before she could answer he continued. “They don’t go to see the ape on the top of the Empire State Building swatting at airplanes. They go so that they can imagine him fucking the pretty blonde. They keep hoping someone will make a sequel where he does that, where the ape fucks the blonde.” He chuckled. “I will have you and the gorilla make love before my friends and associates. I will have you and Luther fuck for our pleasure and for yours.” He leaned forward, “Look at me.” She lifted her head. His eyes burned into her. “You will be mated with Luther, say it, say ‘I want to be mated with Luther’.”
She shook her head violently and shouted, “No! You can’t! I won’t!”
He rang for Madam Celia who came immediately and led Heather out. Her time with General Shuka was less than a half hour.
Chapter Thirteen
“Carmella gave Heather a strong sedative and sat by her bedside all night. Heather tossed and turned. Once she startled Carmella by crying out. Madam Celia let her sleep until late the next morning, the day of the auction. She was unusually quiet while they prepared her. She showered and was rubbed with perfumed oil. Her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red to match the lipstick and gloss. Her thick black hair was brushed to a high sheen. She slid her tiny feet into open toed five inch black heels.
The collar was buckled around her neck and a silver chain attached to the collar. At a signal Madam Celia took up the chain and led Heather out to the big reception hall where she was directed to the raised pedestal facing the bidders and their attendants. She noticed General Cruiz and his nephew, Martin, standing together at the back wall. Rashid, Aleem, Satomi, and Shuka sat in plush chairs facing her. Next to her stood the auctioneer.
The bidding took less than thirty seconds. The auctioneer raised his hand and asked, “What will you bid to buy the lovely young American named Heather?”
Shuka was quick to shout, “Fourteen million!” That was double the highest price ever paid for a slave. She saw Satomi start to rise and sit down again when he realized Shuka was determined to have the girl no matter the price. There was a long pause. The auctioneer nodded at Shuka, “Sold to General Shuka for fourteen million dollars.”
Heather screamed and began to run from the room. She was caught by Shuka’s body guards and given an injection. A half hour later she was lying in a narrow bed at the rear of Shuka’s jet, unconscious.
The next morning she awakened slowly to find herself in comfortable queen sized bed in a plain white room. She was naked under a crisp sheet. Looking down on her was a white woman perhaps five years older and very pretty. “Welcome to Nigeria,” she said. “My name is Maureen. Like you I’m an American.”
It was a moment before Heather could respond, “Then it’s true. General Shuka bought me?”
“Yes. You now belong to him just as I do.”
“But...but you don’t seem...”
“Like a slave? Well, I am. Not too long ago I was both wife and mother in the states, two lovely children. It’s a long story but I was taken here, much as you were. However, because he’d made a promise, General Shuka sent me back to the United States.” She smiled down at Heather, “I chose to come back and be his slave. He is my Master. I’m completely devoted to him. I mention this because you might see in me an ally. I know what his plans are for you and intend to do everything I can to make them succeed.”
Heather sat up holding the sheet in front of her. “To give yourself to that...that unbelievably cruel degenerate, you must be crazy.”
“Crazy or not, that’s exactly what I’ve done and have no regrets, none at all. I service whoever he tells me to service: men, women, old, young, attractive, grotesque, everyone.
As for General Shuka, I worship him.”
“You’ve been drugged or something.”
“No. As you can see, I’m as normal as you are.”
“Then, I...I...I’m to be...”
“Yes, as Master Shuka has explained to you. You’re to be mated with our Luther.”
Heather stared at the older woman her eyes bright and angry, “That’s not going to happen. I won’t let it.”
Maureen smiled, “Soon you will meet one of the oldest and certainly most accomplished witch women in all of Africa. Her name is Ochuwa. At first we will sedate you each night, but reduce the strength of the sedative as we progress. Just as your old nanny, Carmela, did Ochuwa will program your dreams through hypnosis. We know you’ve experienced this with your caretaker as you were growing up and again at your uncle’s laboratory. We know you are quite susceptible so the process shouldn’t take long. During the day you will follow a regimen much like the one in Mexico: lots of exercise, sexual stimulation, special African foods, studies of African wildlife with particular emphasis on the ape family.” Heather was about to protest but Maureen held up a hand to stop her. “As I said gradually the sedatives will not be necessary. You will fall asleep listening to the voice of Ochuwa. You will dream constantly of Luther and these dreams will cause you to masturbate in your sleep over and over. You will also watch videos of him and be given photos of him. At first you will close your eyes to the videos and perhaps tear up the photos. But soon, just as it happened at your uncle’s compound, these images will arouse you powerfully. You understand that gorillas can and do fuck like humans just as your bonobo did.”
Heather shook her head. “No, no, I won’t let them, won’t let the hypnosis and the images do that to me, not again.”
“I am quite confident that within a month of today you will stand naked before Luther’s cage and open yourself to him. General Shuka will say to him, ‘For you’. The ape’s cock will emerge from its sheath, long and thick and coated with a kind of animal lubricant. You will turn to General Shuka and say, ‘Please, my Master, allow me to mate with him. I want to be his woman’.”
It was just as Maureen had said. At first Heather refused to look at the videos and photos. But Ochuwa sat at her bedside mumbling and staring at her. The air from Luther’s cage was pumped into her room at night. It carried his musky animal scent. After a few days, she began to look at the videos of him in his cage and to study the photos. He was much heavier than Namba. He often stood up and walked on his back legs. She guessed he was almost six feet tall and weighed three hundred pounds at least. She imagined that weight pressing down on her, his fiery red cock entering her. He was there in her dreams each night as she breathed in his scent. Soon the sedatives stopped as did the visits from Ochuwa.
She discovered rather quickly that although Maureen was devoted to General Shuka, she could be a friend. At the beginning of the second week Maureen asked her how her studies of the ape culture were going. Heather smiled, “I knew much of that already. After all I married one.” Both women laughed. “But there were things I hadn’t known,” she said.
“Such as?’
“The bonobo is the closest relative to man in the animal world, but the gorilla is next. Of course,” she was quick to add, “my Namba was the first successful crossbreeding of man and animal. He was half man, half bonobo.”
Maureen smiled, “Did he have long arms and long fingers and toes? Did he have a slanted forehead and broad nose? Was he hairy? Was his penis protected by a furry sheath? Did he always walk upright?”
Heather frowned, “I have to say yes to all your questions and sometimes he walked on all fours, but I don’t know what you’re driving at.”
“I’m suggesting that your Namba was not half man half bonobo. Your uncle managed to give him some human traits but Namba was mostly ape.” She continued, “Did you know that gorillas are generally non violent unless they feel threatened? Did you know that they have emotions, that they can think about the past and future, and many believe they have
spiritual feelings?”
Heather shook her head, “No I didn’t realize that.” She paused, “Tell me more about Luther,” she said.
“One of General Shuka’s men was in the forest and found the mother dead. The baby was cowering by her side. This happened twenty-five years ago. The soldier brought the baby gorilla here. General Shuka took a liking to it. It suckled at Ochuwa’s breasts. The General made sure it was raised well and provided with care givers and trainers. Luther learned from and bonded with them. His only companions have been humans. He has never seen another ape except on the video tapes of Namba and yourself. He’s watched it hundreds of times, often masturbating to it.”
Heather felt herself blushing, “He’s a virgin then?”
“Yes, of course. I’m sure he believes you will someday appear and be given to him.”
Exactly three weeks from the day of her arrival Heather stood next to the gorilla’s cage, holding her vaginal lips open with the fingers of one hand, showing him her pink glistening cunt. Behind her the General said, “For you, Luther.” The huge ape pounded the floor of his cage and moved to stand upright at the bars of his cage, his cock slid out of its furry covering, long and thick and coated with the slimy lubricant. The scent of his animal sex was strong. Heather breathed him in. “For you,” she said thrusting her hips forward and spreading her labial lips wider. Without looking at the general, she said, “Please, my Master, permit us to mate. I want him inside me. I want that very much.”
“Have you been tortured or coerced into making this commitment?
“No, my Master. There has never been either torture or coercion.
“Are you drugged?
“No, my Master.”
“Are you in any kind of hypnotic state?”
“No, my Master. I am completely myself quite capable of making my own decisions, making my own choices.”
Shuka looked over at Maureen and the witch woman, Ochuwa, and smiled. Turning back to Heather he said, “Very well. This has turned out just as I knew it would. I want you to consummate your desire before an audience. We will have a large gathering here one week from today. It is then you will enter Luther’s cage to become his wife.”
“Thank you, my Master. Thank you, Maureen. Thank you, Ochuwa.” She pressed her naked body tightly against that gorilla’s cage, “For you,” she said, “for you, dear Luther.” The gorilla ejaculated. The puddle of his cum seeped beneath the cage and slowly spread to where she was standing. She slid her toes into it and felt its warmth. She touched her swollen clitoris and came immediately.
But the marriage didn’t take place. Two mornings after Heather had promised herself to Luther she was running on the track next to General Shuka’s soccer field when suddenly a helicopter came up over a rise and landed in the middle of the field kicking up a cloud of dusk. Two men rushed from the helicopter, grabbed Heather, hurried her back to the helicopter and it took off. The rescue took less than two minutes. The helicopter flew to the airport at Enugu where General Cruiz’s jet was waiting. Eight hours later she was back in her old room on his estate. He and Martin met her as she got off the jet. Both men hugged her and welcomed her “home”.
General Cruiz laughed and said, “I just couldn’t bear to think that bastard had you and was preparing you to entertain his friends by mating with a gorilla. Martin came up with the plan to rescue you. I sent Shuka’s fourteen million to his bank account in Denmark.”
Heather was laughing and crying at the same time. “Oh God, all the way back here I’ve been imagining what my life might have been like and thanking you.”
Soon she became Mistress of the Estate and shared the General and his handsome nephew. “It’s like an old French film,” General Cruiz remarked one morning at breakfast, ‘Jules and Jim’, a very happy threesome.”
And they were. Everyone was overjoyed to have her back again, even Madam Celia.
Her old friend Carmella felt tears form every time she looked at the girl she considered a daughter. There was shopping, the theater and fine dining, and tennis, and the huge sparkling pool, and parties; exciting parties with all kinds of interesting and often famous guests.
Best of all, she loved her two lovers and they adored her. Life was good. Ménage a Trois.
Chapter Fourteen
Toward the end of the third month she began to feel restless. It wasn’t unlike the feeling she had toward the end of her time with Namba in the little Eden her Uncle had made for them. Luther sometimes haunted her dreams. She’d wake up to find that she had been masturbating in her sleep.
On a hot and humid June afternoon while she was shopping in Mexico City, a black man, vaguely familiar pressed something into her hand and quickly disappeared in the crowd. She was holding an iPhone and a small sealed envelope. She sat at an outdoor cafe and opened the envelope. It read: “If you’re anything like me, and I think you are, you can return. I did. Just press the ‘talk’ button on the phone you are holding for instructions. Luther misses you. Maureen.”
Heather felt the old electric rush from her breasts to her crotch. She read the note a second time, her hand shaking. The waiter came by. She ordered a Tequila over ice, and then another. On her way back to the garage where her Mercedes was parked she stopped at a sidewalk trash bin intending to drop the note and the phone into it. She dropped the note and stuffed the phone in the bottom of her handbag.
A week later General Cruiz and Martin were off on a fishing trip. It was a Saturday, dark and raining steadily. Alone in her room she tried to nap but couldn’t. Impulsively she took her bag from the closet shelf and retrieved the phone. Immediately Maureen answered, her voice as clear as if she were in the room.
“Both General Shuka and I suspected it would be just a matter of time,” she said.
“You have the wrong idea...I-I...don’t...”
“You called us. We didn’t call you.”
“Yes, but...”
Maureen cut her off, “Remember what I’m about to say. There’s an Air Mexico flight that leaves Mexico tomorrow for London. It’s flight number seven. From London there’s a flight on British Airways to Abuja, Nigeria. It’s flight eighty-three. Master Shuka’s plane will be waiting for you there. Do you have all that?”
“Yes”
“Nothing will have changed except there will never be another rescue. If you come you will stay. You will mate with Luther. Say it.”
Heather waited a long time before responding, “If I come I will stay. I will mate with Luther.”
“You will come?” It was a question.
“Yes.”
“You will mate with Luther. Say it.”
“I will mate with Luther.”
The next morning she was on her way for Air Mexico flight seven to London.
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