them painfully up the length of his cock. Heather heard a muffled groan. His hips began to lift. Again Carmella started at the base of his cock and raked it breaking the skin with the sharp tips of her fingernails. Suddenly a spurt of cum shot out of his pee hole. Carmella laughed. As his prick began to subside she rose and still straddling him, pissed on his face and chest and slightly bleeding cock.
Heather turned toward Hasi, “Can we go back now. I’ve seen enough.”
As they returned to Heather’s quarters, she asked, “Is he drugged. I know Carmella can hypnotize people. Has she done that to him?”
“No drugs. No spells. Bitch boy Tommy likes to serve Miss Carmella. Nobody forces him.”
“What else does he do?”
“He cleans her apartment, does dishes, laundry that kind of stuff. He also learned how to give massages and do fingernails and give pedicures.” She held out her hand and pointed to her feet. The nails were neatly trimmed and lacquered bright red. “He do all the girls nails.” She smiled, “Sometimes he eat pussy and lick ass crack.” They paused at the door of Heather’s quarters. “Some men are like that,” Hasi said. “More than you think. Lots of Japanese big shots are like that. Want strong woman to make them do things.”“
That evening Doctor Bruno and Carmella sat in his office sharing a bottle of excellent Merlot. “Well,” he said, “how did it go this afternoon?”
“Just as we knew it would. After what she witnessed there’s no way she will entertain any more illusions about running away with boy toy Tommy.” She chuckled, “Besides Tommy is completely devoted to me. His only desire is to service Madam Carmella.”
Doctor Bruno raised his glass to her. “And Heather, how ready is she?”
“I no longer need to use the drugs. An hour or so of talk, of suggestions, after she’s fallen asleep and her nipples harden and her pussy is wet.” She laughed, “Visions of Namba’s cock dance in her head.” She leaned forward, “Are you sure, Doctor, that you want to have this wedding? Why not just put her in his quarters and let them fuck?
“I don’t suppose I have a very good reason except to add one more thing to convince her that she belongs to him. I want her to consider this union as...as...sanctioned by some higher authority...the state...God? Marriage gives the relationship added weight, makes the union binding. At least that’s how she’ll see it.”
“But surely Namba won’t?”
“For the past two weeks I’ve had the girls showing him videos of marriage ceremonies followed by scenes of sucking and fucking from porno movies. I’m sure he’s aware of the connection. He understands the importance of foreplay. He knows about kissing and fondling. He is fully aware of oral sex, of the missionary position, the woman on top, the doggie position. He will know that after the ceremony Heather, the object of years of masturbatory fantasies, will be his. He may not completely understand the language of the marriage ritual, but I’m sure he will know its meaning.”
“He has been painting pictures of her all his life,” Carmella added. “There’s also her scent. Since she’s been here I’ve been wiping her wet cunt at night while she sleeps and giving him the cloths.”
The doctor nodded, smiling, “I’ve watched him with them. He sniffs and licks them while jerking off. They really arouse him more than anything else.”
“Are we going to try to dress him in a tux?” Carmella asked.
It was the Doctor’s turn to laugh, “Heavens no! We’ve been unsuccessful at that for over twenty years. The groom will be naked.”
“When will you do the procedure to make her fertile?”
“We’ll let them adjust to each other for a couple of weeks. I’ll do the operation early next month.” He finished his wine and sat back, “However, if she isn’t bred right away, there’s no big rush. We will see to it that this marriage lasts a good long
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