Free Heather by Charles Arnold

Carmella. Has she been taking care of you?”
    Heather looked across at the huge black woman. After a moment she nodded, “Yes, Carmella has been good to me.”
    He reached across and patted her hand, “I’ve also been given to understand that you have...shall we say, a very passionate nature. Is that so?” Blushing furiously the girl nodded. “Carmella suggested a way to satisfy that passionate nature, has she not?”
    Bowing her head, she nodded again and whispered, “Yes, she has.”
    “I must confess, dear girl, that much of what has happened to you not only recently but since your birth has been orchestrated by me. Your life has been a good one. You’ve never wanted for anything. You’ve gone to the very best schools and graduated from a fine university. Now, I’m going to give you the opportunity to make history, to make scientific history.” He paused. She looked up at him frowning. He continued, “You’ve said you want to marry Carmella’s son, Namba, is that not so?”
    She swallowed hard, “Yes, I did, but...but...now I don’t think...”
    “Did you try on your wedding dress?”
    “Yes, I did...but...”
    “Did it fit? Was it to your liking?”
    “Yes, it fit perfectly and...and...it is very pretty, but...”
    “The wedding is to take place next week. A few weeks after the wedding I need to make a slight adjustment to your body. A long time ago you were made infertile. I will reverse that.” You will not only marry Namba, you will have his child.”
    “Bear his child! No...no...I couldn’t!”
    He leaned forward gripping her shoulders, “This, dear Heather, is my life’s work. The only reason your mother agreed to have you was to satisfy my ambition and to assure herself the kind of lifestyle she’d become accustomed to. In short, the only reason you are here is to give birth to the first genuine crossbreeding in mankind’s history.” He released her and stepped back, his face flushed, “Make no mistake, you are going to have Namba’s baby!”
    During the following few days Heather was required to exercise strenuously. She was able to sleep without drugs, although for several hours each night Carmella spoke softly to her inducing dreams of Namba. She was also permitted to masturbate once each evening while looking at photos of Namba’s cock. On the third day she asked to see Tommy. Carmella smiled. “Tomorrow,” she said.
    On the following day, Hasi, the older of the Asian girls took Heather aside, “We go to see your old boyfriend,” she said. “But first you got to know we just look. Window has glass; we only see in, he can’t see out. After we look you can talk to him if you want.”
    Heather smiled, “Yes, yes, that’s ok.”
    Hasi led her down a long corridor to a pair of steps that ended in a room with a large window that looked directly into the spacious living room of Carmella’s apartment. Carmella dressed in a flowing purple and gold silk robe and wearing gold embroidered flip-flops sat in a big overstuffed chair, her feet propped up on a hassock. To one side, there was a rolled out mat on the floor. On a table next to her were a tall glass, a bucket of ice, and a bottle of Vodka. She was sipping from the glass. After a moment, a side door opened. Heather gasped. Tommy entered dragging his left foot which was bent inward causing him to lurch. His face was disfigured. Nothing had been done to repair the beatings he’d endured at the hands of the mountain men. His broken nose had grown back crooked. His front teeth were missing. There was a livid scar that cut across his lips and chin causing his mouth to droop on one side. He had lost considerable weight. Heather felt the tears form, “Oh Tommy,” she whispered. He wore a tee shirt and shorts. The crotch of the shorts had been cut out so his cock and balls were exposed. His thin white cock was limp. His feet were bare. He shuffled toward Carmella then dropped to his knees and bowed his head.
    Carmella glanced up at