Heather

Chapter One-1

Chapter One

If she needed a resume’ to be a kidnapped victim, Heather Bruno would have been the perfect candidate. The man she intended to marry, Tommy Abbott, would have been equally qualified. Both of the young people were ostensibly orphans. Heather never knew who her father was. Tommy’s father was dead. The mothers of both Tommy and Heather were absolutely indifferent toward their children.” There was, however, a rich and powerful man who had waited twenty-two years for this abduction to take place. Heather and Tom were soon to discover that luck isn’t always on the side of the angels.

Since their freshman year at Stanford, the two young folks had been sweethearts. Both were on the tennis team. In her senior year Heather played in the state championships at Palm Springs. Both graduated from the college of Business Administration with honors. That was a year ago. Now, Tommy is – well, he’s not in business administration. And as for Heather – hers is a strange tale of hardship, sacrifice, degradation, education, abuse, self knowledge and, in the end, a kind of resurrection.

Heather, since a very early age, had been subjected to Ms. Carmella’s sedatives and hypnotic suggestions. By the time she graduated from high school she’d become addicted. Not addicted to drugs or alcohol but to something she had never been able to understand and was terribly ashamed of. During her childhood and adolescent years she was made to take a sedative at bedtime. It was a sedative that Heather’s uncle Alex with help from Carmella, had developed especially for his niece. When she was asleep Carmella would induce salacious erotic dreams and hypnotic suggestions which, over time, became ingrained as part of Heather’s physical, emotional, and psychological persona. The repetitive suggestions included all manner of things some might call licentious. Very often s****l desire was coupled with submissiveness. All were directed toward stimulating the girl’s libido. Through Carmella’s hypnotic suggestions Heather’s dreams were not only sensual but perverted. In her dreams she was aroused by black animals, dogs and apes, and by black men. She was encouraged to masturbate in her sleep which she did with increasing frequency during the years of her growing into womanhood.” In time, the hypnotic suggestions continued into her waking hours. She lubricated easily and often. Her c******s was unusually large and extremely sensitive. She could bring herself to orgasm quite easily several times a day. When she developed breasts her n*****s stiffened for no apparent reason. She knew she was different from other girls but never spoke to anyone about it. Reports from Carmella to Uncle Alex informed him that all was going according to plan. His niece had grown into a very beautiful young lady with a need to c*m that was not likely to be satisfied by so called “normal” fantasies.

Shortly after Heather left for college, Carmella wrote to her saying she was no longer needed and was resigning. She left no forwarding address. Heather was hurt, but since they had never truly bonded, the news wasn’t particularly painful.

The major problem facing kidnappers cuts two ways. The person they’re kidnapping must be valuable to someone else. Anyone willing to pay a ransom will want the kidnappers caught and punished. This means that either before or after a ransom is paid, all manner of law enforcers will be employed to apprehend the kidnappers. However, in the case of Heather and Tommy, although their parents could easily have come up with large sums for the safe return of their youngsters, neither parent would, in fact, even acknowledge the demands made by kidnappers. The parents didn’t much care.

The powerful man behind the kidnapping knew this. The other odd fact about this particular kidnapping was that the actual kidnappers were never even remotely interested in ransom. It was Heather they wanted. But they clearly understood that they could keep her for just a short while; a training period one might say.

Tommy’s father was dead. Heather’s was an anonymous sperm donor. Heather’s mother had made a career of marrying, divorcing, and living in Europe. Tommy’s mother lived with an international banker in Brazil. Neither had come to graduation. However, Uncle Alex arranged to have a new Corolla delivered to his niece as a graduation present. With it came a note saying he remembered from one of her letters that she and Tommy were avid backpackers and loved exploring wilderness areas. Since he had once lived for a little while in Northern California, he suggested they drive the new car north to the Trinity Alps and try climbing in Yolla Bolly Range. Heather thought it was strange that her very generous but mysterious uncle had tapped into exactly what they were planning to do after graduation. They hadn’t discussed where they would climb, but now they didn’t have to. It would be in the Yolla Bolly’s. She wanted to phone Uncle Alexander, but her only way of contacting him had been through a Post Office box number. Although he had supported her since she was a baby and had sent Carmella to raise her, she had never even spoken to him. She did know that he was a brilliant but reclusive scientist who lived somewhere in Mexico.

In spite of her insatiable s****l appetite, Heather had remained a virgin. There were many times during each day and night when she longed to feel a man’s p***s inside her but she repressed such longings until she could find a time and place to bring herself off, which she was able to do swiftly and frequently. In her masturbatory fantasies the man was always huge and black. She was glad she’d saved herself for Tommy. He would be the first and, she hoped, the only man to have her.

On their way to the Yolla Bolly’s they stopped in Red Bluff and were married by a justice of the peace. It was in Red Bluff the day after they were married that Willy first saw them in the flesh. He and Jake had been given photographs. She was better than in the pictures, a lot better. As he came out of the men’s room of the Mobile Station just off route 5, he froze with his fly half zipped. Leaning over the candy counter looking at a map was the hottest young woman he’d ever seen. Tight cutoffs molded her ass cheeks and creased along her crack. Her tanned bare legs were not long but were firm…muscled calves, tiny ankles. She was up on her tiptoes, her small feet in new Nikes. He was quick to notice that under her tight tee there was no bra strap. Her hair was jet black and cut short curling under at the back of her neck. Beside her, tracing a finger along the map was Tommy, thin and wiry, not much taller than Heather. Like her, he wore denim cutoffs, new Nikes, and a plain white tee. Willy edged over to the magazine rack near them.

“See,” Tommy was pointing and explaining, “this is route 36. We take that out of here. It’s maybe forty miles to Platina. Then about five miles north of Platina we take road number 231 and follow that about ten miles into the Yolla Bolly range. See this thin line?” Heather nodded. “It doesn’t have a name but it must go to the trail head. I’m sure it’s a one lane dirt road.”

“We leave the car at the trail head?” Heather asked.

“That’s right. Then we backpack into some of the most beautiful and least traveled wilderness in America.”

“How long?”

“Maybe four or five days.”

“Are there bears?”

“Lots. And wildcats and rattlesnakes.”

“What about wild mountain men?” she laughed.

“Sure. Just like in ‘Deliverance’.”

She put her arm around his waist and looked up at him, smiling, “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

He kissed her lightly, “Only about five times since breakfast.”

They paid for the gasoline and map and, holding hands, went out to their car. Willy watched them drive away. He fingered the outside of his pants and felt his stiffening c**k. “New Corolla and we know just where the f**k you’re goin’,” he said to himself.

“Wild mountain men, the kid got that right only he didn’t have no idea how wild. That hot cunt in them white shorts…she’s comin’ right to us just like the good Doctor said she would.” He remembered his recent instructions from Doctor Bruno. Ms. C. had told him to call the Doctor’s private number at a specified time. Doctor Bruno described the girl and the boy she would be with as well as the car. Willy and his partners were to hold the girl for a week. He’d made it clear that the purpose was to make her so terrified of being sent back to them she would do whatever would be demanded of her.

Before heading toward the Yolla Bollys, Willy stopped at the Red Bluff Post Office and asked for the boxes addressed to Albert Barnett of Weston. He showed the clerk Albert Barnett’s altered driver’s license. Willy’s face appeared where Albert’s once had been. The mail clerk put two small boxes into a large one and placed it on the counter. Willy thanked him and went out to his truck. He guessed the boy and his young wife were twenty minutes ahead of him. No matter. He had a very good idea where they’d be two days from now. He and Sam would find them. He patted the box on the seat beside him and smiled. “Two birds with one stone,” he said. Before starting the truck he dialed a number on his cell phone.

“Yes?”

He recognized the voice immediately. He should have known. No one ever answered this number except the Doctor himself.

“They’s here,” Willy said.

“Good. Follow the plan. Remember you boys can do what you want, but don’t have intercourse with her, don’t f**k her.”

“What about her ass? What about her blowin’ us?” Willy asked.

“Yes you can have her ass and mouth,” He paused, then added, “Don’t do anything to her that won’t heal. Keep her for a week. At the end of the week I’ll phone you with the arrangements to have her delivered.”

“What about the boy?”

“Do whatever is required but don’t kill him. He might be necessary during the next training period. After that, we’ll see.” Doctor Bruno clicked off.

Willy shook his head and laughed out loud. “The doc is a man of his f*****g word! We get to keep the hot little b***h for a week!” He remembered the last woman they had. It was before they’d even heard of doc. That was eight years ago. He tried to recall her name:” Barbara…Brenda? He wasn’t sure. They knew her as Fat. Fat she was. Fat and toothless, a goddamn slob. You could put a fist in her p***y and not touch the sides. But she passed on…yeah, passed on eight years ago. After Fat they made a plan. Next time they would get something prime, something young and juicy. Something hot. They’d get them a college girl. They messed up on one and she got away. There was the blonde, but the accident happened before they had any fun with her. Then one night about a month ago C put them in touch with Doctor Bruno. He had a job for them. How lucky could they be!

Now, the college girl bride was on her way to the Rolly Bollys and the Trinity River, heading into the wilderness moving closer every minute toward Sam. Yeah, that sweet young ass was theirs and her husband was icing on the cake, what Doctor Bruno would call their leverage.

With a half hour of daylight left, Willy Snead swung off a dirt road twenty miles northeast of the trailhead where Heather and Tommy had left the Corolla. He drove another three miles over an abandoned logging trail and finally pulled into a collapsing storage shed. Before bedding down in the back of the truck, he transferred the contents of the boxes to an empty backpack. It was full but not heavy. If he left at dawn, he should be at the cabin by noon. He fell asleep thinking about the girl’s fine ass and her strong young legs and how he was sure her titties were bare under that tee.

As Willy was falling asleep, Heather inside the tent, consoled her husband, “Don’t worry, honey.” She hugged him. “You’re tired and...and...this is new to both of us.”

In the sleeping bag he turned away from her disgusted with himself. She pressed her body against him, “We’ll try again tomorrow. Maybe there are things I can do to help. It doesn’t matter. Really it doesn’t.”

Tommy turned back to look at her, “I-I’m so ashamed Heather.” You’re beautiful and…and I know that you get excited quickly...but...but.”

“It’s OK, Tommy. We’ll work on it.” She could feel the hot wetness between her legs. She wanted to slip her hand down there, but with Tommy so close it wasn’t possible nor did she feel it would be right. She hid her disappointment. It seemed she’d wanted to lose her virginity for the past few years. She’d even thought of buying one of those dildos. When Tommy had undressed she was disappointed in the size of his p***s. It was much smaller than she expected. Then when it remained soft even when she touched it, she thought she might burst into tears. But he looked so hurt; she managed to put her own feelings aside.

“ When he was asleep she imagined being taken by a huge black man and, m**********g, orgasmed quickly.