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Chapter Three.
Two weeks passed in what was regarded as a child care unit, Fawn and Anne wished
they were back in the fields. All their spoilt lives as film actresses and
eventual stars hadn't prepared them for something as awful as this.
As Fawn Sinclair and Anne Rogers they weren't very conversant with the
consequences of wet nursing a large number of infants, and a large number there
was. Something in the poor diet of the tribe that prevented any of the women
breast feeding their own. They'd had to manage up till the advent of the girls
with goats milk, but it led to an unacceptable mortality rate. The two girls
conversely seemed to have an overabundance of milk in their enlarged, and by
now, blue veined breasts.
Such was the demand on their constitution both Fawn and Anne felt the need to
compensate for their bodily liquid loss, consuming prodigious quantities of the
strange native drink Kava that had so much highlighted their naturally sensuous
natures.
They'd also adopted the native women's habit of chewing a type of beetle nut
leaf. It gave them both the satisfaction they used to derive from cigarettes,
the only trouble being of course was that it stained their once beautiful white
teeth a deep dark red. They were now almost indistinguishable from the
tribeswomen.
Their now distended brown nipples were excruciatingly sore at first but had now
become hardened to the infants constant suckling, jutting out like stiff finger
ends from their enlarged dark brown aureoles. Another effect of constant child
suckling was the unsightly way the girls swollen breasts drooped down on either
side like half deflated balloons.
'I'll never be able to reshape them back to the pretty little buds they were'
thought Fawn desperately, hefting one of the sagging sacs in her small hand.
This wasn't just pure vanity from Fawn. As a leading film actress her figure and
face were bankable assets and had to be safeguarded.
Since the "entertainment's evening" of sexual wantonness, the two hadn't been
allowed their clothes, carrying out their new tasks and day to day functions
completely naked again. Both Fawn and Anne were now entirely comfortable with
their nakedness, accepting their nudity as just blending in with the other
natives.
During this two week period the girls had put on weight alarmingly. Fawn was
especially anxious as she appeared to be twice the size of Anne who was gross
enough.
'My God!" she thought apprehensively. 'I hope to hell I'm not going to fucking
drop triplets'. Wherever she walked now she had to physically hold her jutting
fat belly up on either side to prevent herself from overbalancing.
The delightful Anne seemed to derive some small amusement from this, calling
Fawn a variety of hurtful names.
Fawn found that when the two of them adopted their usual sitting position to
feed the infants, their backs against the walls of a hut, she had to
spread-eagle her legs to accommodate the huge bulk of her paunch, the ever wet
slit between her legs wide open and seeping.
Anne sat opposite her, a small black baby attached to each breast with their
little bare backsides sitting on her ballooning fat belly.
"Goddamn it Fawn" she purred with not a little satisfaction and superiority,
adjusting one of the infants greedy little sucking mouths onto her pumping
nipple and spraying milk in its face in the process. "You're such a fucking fat
cow now. If we ever do get back to civilization I'll be the fucking star.
Nobody's going to fucking look twice at a fat slut like you. You'll not lose
that when you've fucking dropped the bastard."
However hurtful, Fawn had to silently agree with Anne. She was feeding one baby
boy, his leech like mouth sucking greedily on her right nipple, whilst her other
flaccid tit hung down on top of the flesh mountain that was Fawn's tummy.
She looked miserably at her belly button that was popping out on the crest of
the mountain of flesh.
'This isn't normal' she thought dispiritedly. 'I'll never be normal again'.
Fawn saw Anne staring at her fully exposed vagina. More to shock her friend that
through any pressing need, Fawn allowed her full bladder to relax, releasing a
flood of pee that gathered in a large pool under her buttocks and quickly
evaporated or sank into the porous sand in the hot sun.
"You dirty fucking slut" Anne said wearily. "You're getting worse that these
fucking animals." She indicated the naked native children that surrounded them.
"You piss anywhere cunt" responded Fawn with little spirit. "And who are you to
call me fat? You look like a beached fucking whale yourself."
"At least I don't sit in it like a bitch" retorted Anne angrily. "We mustn't let
the bastard's get to us that badly darling. We'll pull through somehow."
Fawn wondered how as she laid the infant down and picked up another little boy,
attaching him to her stiffened left nipple. She noticed that the small boy who'd
been staring at her on the evening at Max's was again on his stomach, face
cupped between his hands, looking at Fawn's bare vagina under her huge belly. He
was again enthralled, feeling beneath himself at his little prick.
'My God!" thought Fawn. 'I can't be all that bad. That little bastard's getting
off just looking at me!'
Preening a little and reverting to the Negritos language, Fawn ordered him over.
"Do you want to be my little helper from now on?. I'll let you touch me if
that's what you want, but you've got to help me with the small babies. How's
that?" she asked him sweetly, openly flaunting her huge naked bulk to the boy as
she flirted with him. What a comedown for the screen idol, trying to get some
sexual response from an ignorant youg savage.
He nodded mutely, his eyes fixed firmly on her wet slit as Fawn went on, "Right.
First what's your name?."
The boy mumbled a name that sounded like two sibilant rasps. The nearest English
equivalent that Fawn could come up with was Cola. He was known by the girls as
Cola from then on in.
"Right Cola. You've been staring long enough. I'll let you touch me now."
Anne watched with a kind of hypnotised stupefaction as Cola's tiny hand went
hesitatingly to Fawn's large glistening slit beneath her huge belly. Fawn felt
herself shudder as she felt his small fingers stroking her rubbery labia,
exploring her inner vagina and clitoris with curiosity. That he was fully aware
of the functions of both his own and Fawn's genitalia was obvious. He was
urgently pulling at his own little penis as he excited Fawn's cunt. She took him
by the arm and made him stand up in front of the two of them.
"Look Fawn. It's all soft. Where's your world famous allure gone to?" Anne asked
good naturedly, if a little spitefully. "Lets see if I can make his little prick
all hard."
Anne teasingly call the little boy over to her, laying both her charges in their
cribs and allowing her drooping tits to carry on spraying milk down her
distended belly. She encouraged the stream, gently squeezing each sac with her
inner arms. Such was the effect of the constant breast feeding that both girls
had to do, their nipples tended to point downwards at their fat tummies. Anne's
were now liberally spraying her tummy with liquid much to Cola's delight.
Reaching across to Cola, Anne took his small penis between her thumb and
forefinger and delicately manipulated it. Cola was obviously delighted at this
attention, having seen the adults in the tribe practising sex in the open
fashion they had.
To Charlotte and Anne's amusement, Cola immediately threw himself into the part,
grunting and snorting and thrusting his little lower body in and out in an
imitation of the sexual act.
Leaning over with great difficulty, her huge stomach impeding her, Anne
encouraged the youngster to put his little penis into her mouth. Cola hesitantly
did so and Anne started sucking strongly and steadily at it. Then, to Anne's
amazement, she felt Cola's tiny prick beginning to grow in her mouth.
Releasing the small stiff black member Anne exclaimed in some wonder, "My God.
How fast do these people mature. The little bastards got a hard on!"
The two girls stared at the stiff little rod in delight as Cola stood in front
of them with a mixture of pride and embarrassment.
"Let him put the fucking thing in you" said Anne breathlessly and impulsively.
"Go on Fawn. Let him have his first fuck. It shouldn't worry you. We've had most
of the boys in the tribe in our cunts now." Anne was excitedly squeezing her
huge breasts together now, the lacteal liquid spraying freely out.
Fawn was also strangely worked up as she popped the baby's mouth off her
enlarged wet nipple.
"Come here Cola" she whispered in Negritos, slipping her gross body down the
wall and pulling her huge stomach up to bare her large wide open slit. "Quickly.
Put it into my hole."
Cola swiftly complied, laying sideways under her belly, as Anne stared in sheer
perverse lust as she rubbed her own gaping slit with a wet squelching sound.
It was all over in a matter of seconds as young Cola quickly ejaculated into
Fawn, leaving her unsatisfied and Anne panting over her own climax.
So the days went with the girls getting larger and larger. Anne was huge but
Fawn was gigantic. Wherever they walked Fawn had to hold her stomach with both
hands. Both the girls tits were now over-weaned out of shape, drooping down
either side of their jutting bellies and their nipples sticking out rigid and
pointing straight down to the ground. Fawn figured they wouldn't even squeeze
into a size forty two 'DD' brassiere now. 'How could they have got so gross and
ugly in so short a time' she thought despairingly.
The inhibiting oil that they'd been told to use was having a strange side effect
on them both. Their hair had started to re-grow but it was growing black, tight
and curly to their bald scalps.
It didn't seem to matter what colour or nature their hair had been previous to
their baldness, it now grew short, curly and black. This seemed to be tolerated
by the tribe, who'd come to rely on them as wet nurses. There were also a small
number of the tribeswomen who'd allowed their hair to grow. These seemed to be
the outcasts for various reasons, the most understandable were the girls that
had been captured from other tribes. Subsequently the girls ceased to shave
their pubic area and armpits. Black hair was now growing profusely in both
areas. On one of the few occasions that Fawn could glimpse at herself in the
mirror she thought that she looked like an old drawing she'd once seen of a
Fuzzy-Wuzzy. At least she had the consolation of knowing that their hair would
re-grow again when and if they ever got back to civilisation.
The most striking change in their appearance was the colour of their skins. It'd
tanned a very dark brown, verging on the black. They blended in completely with
the tribe.
They both gave birth within three days of the other. Anne was first, giving
birth almost painlessly one night lying next to Fawn. Gasping and sweating Anne
held both her legs wide and pulled back as Fawn delivered a small black boy to
her.
The child was immediately taken away from Anne. She was never even given the
opportunity to nurse the child in her arms and the way that she was feeling,
wouldn't want to.
The following day a chain of children were brought to them for feeding. Anne's
child could have been any one of them. For all they knew they could be feeding
Anne's child without knowing.
Two days later Fawn delivered her child, another male. There was only the one,
much to Fawn's surprise, as when she'd discharged the placenta she didn't look
to have lost much weight at all. Fawn was disturbed and upset by this but
resigned herself to the fact. She hoped that the weight would drop away over the
next few weeks.
Unfortunately for Fawn this didn't materialise. Several weeks passed and,
although she lost a little more weight she kept the bulk of it, bulk being the
appropriate word thought poor Fawn.
Whilst Anne regained her youthful lithe body apart from her drooping and leaking
black breasts, Fawn's body seemed to harden into a gross bulky belly that stuck
out in front of her. Her hair had grown short, curly and thick to her head, with
the pubic and underarm growths bushy and black. Fawn's breasts were even larger
and more unsightly than Anne's, flopping down on either side of her chest and
constantly being sucked on by the countless babies, none of which Fawn or Anne
could distinguish as their own.
Both girls had darkened in colour till they were almost black and they'd
integrated with the other tribeswomen, being taught the ways and tribal rituals
by the other women, till they were indistinguishable from them.
That was when Max told them that they were due a visit from the outside world.
The two girls were overcome with excitement till Max explained that the group
that were due to make contact with the tribe were regular visitors. He went on
to add that it could also prove to be potentially very dangerous for the two
film stars.
"I've been in contact with them and it seems that the movie company you were
contracted to, are sending someone with them to verify your deaths. It appears
that your bigger now to them dead than what you were alive. Apart from picking
up very large insurance claims, your films are a complete sell-out and have
become cult viewing. Now I know these people that come through regularly.
They're drug dealers with whom we conduct our business, and they're quite
ruthless. I get the impression that if your still alive, they don't want you
walking out of the jungle that way."
The girls listened to Max with growing dismay. This lifeline was being taken
away from them with each word he spoke.
"I'd suggest you both keep a low profile till we can establish if it's going to
be safe for you to identify yourselves."
Although they were suspicious about whatever Max told them, he seemed sincere
enough about their safety. It had come as a big shock to the two girls that the
studios would revert to such methods. After some thought Fawn realised that the
head of the studios was indeed, a very ruthless person who's first God was the
almighty dollar and who would perhaps revert to extreme methods where money was
concerned. She decided to assess the situation when the party arrived.
In the meantime the two girls worried that they may be instantly recognised in
such a small community. Max put their minds at rest on that score.
"Not even your mothers would recognise you at the moment. Just wear the tribal
paint and go about your normal duties."
He revealed something to them that came as something of a relief. He told them
that the inhibiting oil not only altered their hair structure and colour, it
mutated the skin tones to its present blackness, aided by the sun. "When you
stop using it, you should revert to your normal colour" he added.
No indication was given when these drug barons would arrive or how. However two
days later the females of the tribe, including the two girls, were told they
were going down to the river to be bearers for the drug runners.
It took them two days of heavy going through the dense jungle before they
reached the river. There, pulled up alongside a makeshift dock, was an old
sea-going steamer.
Fawn and Anne ran a critical eye over the old ship and concluded it must have
been commissioned in the nineteen twenties. It was a coal fired steamer that
should have been scrapped years previously. The fact that it'd got this far up a
jungle river testified to its size and old fashioned navigation.
The native women were chattering excitedly amongst themselves as they surveyed
these strangers. There were about twenty crew and two or three white women on
board. It was the women who drew the tribes-women's attention.
Fawn gasped with alarm as she noticed that one of the girls on the ship was a
starlette from Hollywood. Unlike themselves, this girl was still on her way up
the ladder and would cut anyone's throat to get there. Her name was Jean
Reynolds and both Fawn and Anne had worked with her on occasions. The girl had a
cutting, ice-cold beauty to her that Fawn had to acknowledge, in fact she was
not only acknowledging it at the moment, but positively drooling over it. Both
Fawn and Anne felt their sexual juices beginning to flow as they gazed in
dumbstruck admiration at the first smart Western woman they'd seen in just less
than a year. Fawn felt her bare tits ache as she almost leered with sheer lust
at the self-centred little beauty. She was shocked as her hand unconciously slid
under her burgeoning belly, to find her hairy cunt was literally pouring slimy
sexual fluids down her inner thighs. Suddenly both the girls felt naked for the
first time in months. Fawn had to almost physically restrain hersef from
covering up in front of the 'whites', as she unconciously labled them.
The other women were busily discussing the white women's clothing and her
make-up with Jean and Anne in Negritos, when Jean strolled across to the group
of excited naked native girls. The young starlette had gathered that the excited
babble was about her, and she was in the mood to patronise the ignorant natives.
Languidly eyeing them with an amused smile on her face, she imperiously
summonsed Max to act as interpreter. When Max went over to her, Jean went on
with the breathtaking immodesty that had become both the talking point, and the
cause of secret ridicule around Beverly Hills.
"Can you ask these 'Ladies' if they've ever seen anyone like me? One or possibly
two pretty white girls like myself?" Jean enquired, preened unconsciously in
front of the unkempt group of aborigines. "It would have been any time during
these past few months!" she added.
Fawn and Anne need not have feared any recognition. As far as Jean was concerned
all she saw was a dirty group of naked black women. Her eyes had briefly rested
on Fawn and Anne and all that registered on her inner mind was just another two
filthy natives.
Fawn was feeling acutely self-conscious appearing totally naked in front of
white people. It seemed to be acceptable when there was only the tribes-people
but this was a different matter. Fawn couldn't dismiss the fact that she was a
highly desirable film star that any of the white crew would pay highly to see
naked and humiliated like this.
Although to Fawn's eye, Anne seemed once more desirable and slim... to Jean,
Anne was just another scrawny, naked black with disgusting drooping and leaking
breasts.
Fawn appeared even worse. Jean saw a stocky black woman, obscenely exposed with
a large bare belly jutting out in front of her. She'd obviously either just
given birth on the evidence of her large black tits that were dribbling milk
down her swelled tummy, or was about to do so as she was that fat. Jean didn't
think to look into their faces to put a personality there. If she'd done so, it
was still very doubtful she still wouldn't have seen the missing film stars
under the face paint and black colouring, their teeth a horrible stained red
colour.
When Jean had quizzed the women, who all guilessly denied any knowledge of ever
seeing any other white person, she drifted back to the main group of whites.
With another shock both girls saw the chief 'enforcer' for the film studios, a
man called Henry (The Enforcer) Smith was with her. Henry Smith had grown up in
'Little Italy' in New York under his real name, Enrico Spitali, until he was
moved by the Mafia, first to Chicago, and then to LA. They knew this man was
quite ruthless and carried out various dirty jobs for the studio. He'd been
recruited from Chicago for any unsavoury tasks that had to be performed, and all
kinds of rumours had circulated about him. They were thankful that they'd
decided to keep quiet until they knew what was going on.
Jean and Henry watched with a superior and patronising manner whilst the women
of the tribe, Fawn and Anne included, gathered the countless amount of bags and
equipment and placed them on their heads for the long trek into the jungle.
Fawn and Anne were detailed by Max to carry an animal-skin litter that Jean
lounged on, to transport the beautiful white woman on the long journey.
All afternoon and into the evening they carried this selfish burden stoically
through the lush green vegetation, stopping at last to camp down for the night.
The whites set up tents for themselves and drank into the night. One of them had
brought along an orang-utan that they all amused themselves with, making it
perform tricks for rewards of food. Fawn thought he must think himself a poor
mans Clint Eastwood. The women of the tribe slept where they dropped.
After two days they reached the village and were allowed to retire to the
nursery where the hungry babies took up the rest of the time for the two film
stars. They'd heard enough on the journey to know that the situation for them
was extremely dangerous. It seemed that they weren't supposed to come out of the
jungle alive. Henry's instructions were, that if there was anyone left alive
from the plane crash they were not to make it back to LA.
The ships crew set up large luxury tents at the village and left it to Max to
organise the stacking and bundling of the raw drugs for transport back to the
ship. In the meantime they'd brought a lot of utensils and weapons that they
exchanged for the narcotics.
When the evening drew in the crew started to drink. Max organised the natives to
entertain the whites.
It seemed to be a fixture every time the drug runners visited the tribe that
they'd derive much amusement by watching the natives copulate. They also liked
to 'go native' themselves from time to time.
Out of sheer devilment Max selected both Fawn and Anne to be included in the
small group of native women that were going to supply the 'entertainment' for
the group of whites that evening.
He even told Jean, "These two can speak a little English" making them frightened
that Jean and Henry might realise something wasn't right with them.
Jean insisted that they parade themselves in front of her to be inspected like
cattle before the slaughter.
Fawn trailed in front of Jean and the crew with some trepidation. If she was
going to be found out, now was the time. She needn't have had any fear.
Fawn stood naked in front of the smirking Jean and the boat crew, her big black
belly jutting out in front of her obscenely. What seemed to fascinate both Jean
and the men sexually was Fawn's black nipples that oozed white milk at the least
movement, dripping it down over the huge black mound that stuck out in front of
her.
Henry Smith seemed quite excited by Fawn. He was always known at the studios for
his quirky and cruel sexual appetite and now he seemed to be bringing his
peculiar taste, and inflicting it unknowingly onto the star of the studios.
Under her now black skin Fawn was blushing hotly as Henry leered at her bulky
black body. He'd tried his damnedest in the past to look down Fawn's dresses to
catch a glimpse of her breasts to no avail and now here she was, wholly naked in
front of him and about to perform whatever sexual perversions he chose to have
her carry out.
The crew soon got very drunk, at first content to paw and jeer at the native
women that Max had selected for their entertainment, including the two girls.
Later however they demanded of Max that the tribeswomen perform copulative acts
in front of them with the native males of the tribe.
The adults of the tribe still seemed to prefer sexual intercourse with their own
women, leaving the two girls to be fucked by the youths and children of the
tribe, much to the crews open amusement.
Fawn was on her knees and panting away as little Cola fucked her from behind
when Jean saw them and called delightedly to Henry.
"Look at this dirty fat bitch Henry. She's the one that took your fancy with her
tits leaking fucking milk all over the place. She's doing it with a little
kid... God. How gross... Ew"
Mortified, Fawn grunted and gasped in front of them, her huge black breasts
slapping together and spraying milk from her large black nipples. Her enlarged
belly was almost touching the floor as she heaved backwards and forwards on
Cola's prick, unable to stop as the two whites leered at her frantic writhing.
Fawn grimaced and gave the two whites a parody of a smile, revealing her red
stained teeth, as Henry reached forward and grabbed her two leaking breasts. She
gasped and shuddered as he squeezed them cruelly, causing her milk to gush out
in a hot stream into the palms of his hands.
She found the fact that he didn't know who he was abusing highly erotic.
"Uh...uh...uh...Ooogh" Fawn heaved, as Henry sent agonies of pain through her
and Cola gushed his hot liquid into her quivering cunt.
Not allowing Fawn any respite when Cola withdrew from her, Henry stood her up
and through a series of hand signals, made Fawn physically open and hold her
hairy black labial lips wide while he painfully crushed her breasts together and
down against her ballooning belly.
With tears running down her contorted face Fawn whimpered as her milk ran down
over her straining tummy. She felt Cola's semen slipping stickily out of her
slit and coursing slowly down her inner thighs as Henry called to one of the
crew members.
"Send that fucking orang-utan over here and let him sniff around this horny
bitch."
Fawn saw with a thrill of horror and lust, that the ape was lurching forward
towards her, a huge stiffening red penis thrusting up from the matted red hair
of its stomach as he smelt the raw sex that emanated from her.
With a growing feeling of self disgust, Fawn found herself craving for the
sexual attentions of the rampant animal.
As the creature sniffed around her, Fawn opened her legs and peered down over
her fat belly. She forced the wet lips of her vagina wider as the ape thrust his
nose against them, his penis throbbing as he smelled the female juices.
"Take hold of the penis woman. Don't let youself down!" Max commanded in
Negritos.
Tentatively Fawn reached over and took hold of the slimy stiff red member and
slipped her clutching hand up and down the slippery shaft.
The beast went wild. As Fawn's trembling fingers slid up and down the ape's
throbbing flesh, she saw a thick white semen start to pulse out of the tip.
"Don't let it drop" ordered Max. "Take it in your mouth and swallow it."
The frantic girl bent her knees and lowered her head to the beast's spurting
penis. She enveloped her lips around the member and started to suck the chalky
tasting liquid into her mouth, swallowing it as fast as it splashed into her
mouth. No way could this primitive, sexually perverted black tribeswoman be
connected to the 'Most Beautiful Woman in the World.'
Henry, Jean and the boat crew were delighted by this thorough abasement of the
aborigine bent over in front of them. Completely unaware of her real identity
Henry shouted at Max.
"Let's have Guy fucking her."
Guy, Fawn gathered, was the stupid ape's name.
As Max gave instructions to her in Negritos, Fawn eased herself onto her back in
front of the animal. She discovered with a thrill of horror that she wanted the
ape's throbbing penis inside her.
Spreading her legs wide, Fawn pulled apart the wet lips of her aching cunt with
a feeling of self loathing. She then compulsively jerked her lower body upwards
towards the rampant beast as she felt an overpowering feeling of lust flood her
senses.
Feeling constrained because she couldn't use English, Fawn panted to the animal
in Negritos "Come. Come here and fuck me beast. Push your sticky shaft into me."
She peered over the top of her big drooping tits and jutting black belly as
Guy's long red penis instinctively found the lips of her weeping slit.
"Ooogh... OOOUUUGGGHHH" Fawn gasped, as the animal swiftly thrust into her. "Uh,
uh, uh, uh..." she panted as Guy picked up the rhythm and pumped in and out of
Fawn.
Fawn screamed in sheer pleasure as the orang-utan sprayed his hot semen into
her, causing Fawn to shudder and sob in utter shame, much to the amusement of
the onlookers.
When their attention finally turned to other drunken diversions, Fawn crawled
away to the side of one of the huts.
She wept softly as Guy's semen slowly seeped out of her as she slipped into an
exhausted sleep...
To be continued...
