Chapter Four.
The following day the ship's crew slept off their massive hangovers. It made no
difference to Fawn and Anne however. They were up at sunrise, feeding the
countless and ever demanding babies, and then joining the other women of the
tribe in the heavy work under the hot clanging hot sun.
Both girls had taken to wearing a piece of twine around their waists with a
strip of chamois leather tucked in the side that served a duel purpose. The main
use was soaking up the surplus milk that streamed from their swollen breasts
when they made any exertion at all. The secondary aim that the device fulfilled
was a type of 'badge of office'. It set them slightly apart from the other
tribeswomen as maternity nurses.
Around midday Fawn and Anne were toiling over huge piles of the various exotic
plants that the boat had come to harvest. The sun was burning down on the naked
girls, darkening even more, their already swarthy complexions, and sweat mingled
with their milk, which was running freely over their bellies.
"Well, well. If it isn't the ape slut." A voice purred from the shaded patio of
Max's bungalow. Jean and Henry stood surveying the two girls labour, Jean idly
fanning herself whilst Henry looked at the naked Fawn's fat heaving body with
undisguised lust.
"Stand up ape-slut and let my friend inspect you" Jean went on silkily. "You say
she speaks English?" she asked Max who was emerging from the door.
"These two?. Just a little. They've picked up swear words mainly."
"Right" said Jean. "Stand up ape woman and spread em for my friend."
Fawn straightened up in front of them, keeping her eyes downcast and hoping to
avoid any flicker of recognition on their part. Her big black breasts heaved
with her recent exertions, the now huge aureoles surrounding her stiff jet-black
nipples that were liberally dripping a constant stream of translucent fluid.
Despite her fear and misery, Fawn felt a curious thrill of exhibitionism as she
spread her trembling legs in front of them, allowing them to see her gaping wet
slit couched in a huge thatch of black pubic hair.
Jean noticed that her leaking breasts seemed to be the cause of Henry's
fascination. "Squeeze it out you black bitch" she commanded. "C'mon. If you
understand English, spray the fucking dust."
Fawn hesitantly cupped her black mounds and with a dumb look on her face slowly
squeezed each teat, jetting out her lacteal fluid alternately like a goat being
milked. "T...tits" she ventured gutturally.
"Yeah tits" shouted Jean delightedly. "You see she's not as fucking stupid as
she looks. Make her bounce the bastards up and down Max. Make her slap them down
on that fucking fat belly of hers. We wanna see the fucking milk rolling down
her big black gut."
Tersely Max said in Negritos "Well you heard her. I can't say your name as
they'll recognise it. Just do as she asks to keep them happy. You might throw in
some extra to keep the perverted white cunt happy. Heave your belly about and
show them all the body hair you've grown. Smile and show them your red teeth a
lot. You never know. They might lose interest in you."
Hoping this would prove to be true, Fawn decided to really disgust the two of
them. Placing her hands at the top of her drooping breasts she stroked downwards
hard. This forced the white fluid out of the sagging sacs, drenching her heaving
black belly in the warm slippery liquid.
She'd seen Guy the orang-utan with its owner in one of the tents the ship's
party had pitched nearby. She now coaxed the beast out of the tent by spreading
her thighs once more and plunging her fingers into her dripping slit. The animal
immediately hunched over to her, visibly excited.
Fawn was genuinely thrilled that the animal was showing sexual excitement at the
sight of her. She wanted this beast to desire her... to want to fuck her... The
thought that she could cause this creature to achieve such a large erection and
totally satisfy her sexually, drove all repulsion of the unnatural the act out
of her mind.
Both Jean and Henry were delighted by this demonstration of the 'lower' base
desires of the native women. They naturally thought that no white woman could
possibly debase themselves thus.
"Uh... uh... uh... Oooh..." panted Fawn, taking hold of the beast's slippery
penis and slithering her small hand up and down the oily pink organ.
Unable to contain herself, she pulled the ape's penis close to her face and slid
it deep into her hot mouth.
The ape went wild. Grabbing Fawn's head on either side he forced her to suck and
massage the bare organ till he spilt gusher after gusher of bland tasting liquid
down her gagging throat.
Satiation it seemed was not in Guy's dictionary. As soon as Fawn released the
still spurting prick from her mouth he forced her backwards, spread her thighs,
and rammed the hard stiff member into her soft willing slit.
The animal fucked Fawn with a ferocity that delighted and thrilled her, bringing
her one frantic orgasm after another.
After about ten minutes of this amusing diversion, Jean and Henry left Fawn, now
sobbing with a belated self-loathing on the dusty ground, and the ape
protectively caressing her bloated, sweat-slicked black body.
From that moment on, Guy was never far away from Fawn's side.
The raid on the village occurred two days after this event.
There was no indication that the raid was coming. Both Fawn and Anne had worked
hard under the blazing sun, loading and stacking the intended cargo of the ship.
In between this they carried out their maternity duties, feeding the tribes
screaming infants till their breasts were sore from countless small mouths
sucking and demanding at their tender raw nipples.
Anne watched with growing fascination as the ape fucked the willing Fawn on
several occasions during this period. She even brought herself to fondle the
animal's generously proportioned genitalia herself, feeling a thrill of horror
and secret desire run through her as the beast hardened under her touch.
"I'd like to see Guy stick this fucking slimy tool into that fucking
supercilious white bitch" she muttered to Fawn in a low voice, hating Jean more
and more with each day that passed. She never even paused to consider how she'd
come to identify herself so closely with the native women in this group
encompassing statement.
"I still can't get used to hanging my naked crotch and tits out for the whole
ship's crew... and them two!!!, especially them two!!!" She indicated Jean and
Henry in the distance with a slight nod of her head.
It was just before the raid that Fawn confided in Anne that she thought she was
pregnant once again. "You don't think it possible that I could get pregnant by
the ape do you?" she worriedly asked of Anne.
Anne reassured her that it was impossible, adding... "I'm pretty certain that
I'm in the club too. Don't forget that those boys have screwed us constantly
since we've given birth. We must have enough spunk in us to re-populate the
third world. It'd be a fucking miracle if we weren't pregnant."
As they were talking, the two girls heard a terrifying din coming from the
perimeter of the encampment. When they finally ascertained what was happening it
was all over.
A rival tribe some twenty miles further into the dense jungle had been observing
the village for some days and had taken the opportunity of the ship's loading to
strike at their old enemies. It was all over in a matter of minutes and left
about two dozen of the tribesmen and several of the ship's crew lying dead in
the centre of the camp.
Along with the rest of the tribe and the ship's crew, Fawn and Anne found
themselves herded together and forced marched through the dense jungle for what
seemed like hours.
With three or four more of the women, the two girls also had to cope with the
wailing babies. The women and the other children carrying them as Fawn and Anne
fed them alternately from their bursting black breasts.
Eventually, to the relief of the two girls, they reached the camp of the enemy
tribe. They were singled out from the other females as the maternity nurses and
locked into a compound with all the babies.
When they'd finally arrived at the enemy tribe's encampment, the two girls were
left to their own devices for a few days. They were thankfully busy, involved in
feeding the babies and looking after their own needs, mainly mutual masturbation
as the uncontrollable lust built up. They were unaware of what happened to the
tribesmen, or the people from the ship during this time.
After awhile the girls were allowed out of the compound where the enemy
tribesmen inspected them curiously. They spoke a similar dialect to the Negritos
of the girl's tribe and were easily understood.
Fawn and Anne stood in front of one of the elders of the tribe as he scrutinised
them both intimately, closely studying their hairy vaginas and armpits and
passing delighted wisecracks to the rest of his brethren.
They appeared to pass whatever criteria he'd set, presumably being considered as
no threat in their role of wet-nurses, and were allowed to wander quite freely
around the village.
The first thing they discovered was the fate of the rest of their own tribe and
ship's members. They'd been segregated into two large compounds on the edge of
the village, the tribes-people in one huge one, and the ship's crew in a much
smaller one.
Neither Fawn nor Anne could see what they'd done with Jean, a person they had
both hoped to avenge themselves upon.
It soon came to light that she was such a curiosity that they'd segregated her
in a small hut of her own. From what Fawn overheard, they intended to have some
sport with her that same day. She reported this to Anne with a delighted air of
vengeance.
"Who said that revenge was a dish, best eaten cold. The bastard didn't know what
the hell he was talking about. I want to see that arrogant bitch nailed...
NOW!!!" she hissed with delight as she delightedly contemplated Jean's dilemma.
Fawn was also overjoyed when Guy, the orang-utan bounded up to her in a
possessive and intimate way, hugging her thighs and sniffing around her pubic
area in a hungry fashion. She immediately grabbed the creatures erect penis and
breathlessly stroked it till the beast climaxed in her hand.
Anne watched this performance with a kind of disgusted wonder. 'My God!' she
mused. 'This was supposed to be Fawn Sinclair. The one time wet dream of every
red blooded male. Christ... If they could only see her now.' She spoke aloud to
her sexually exited friend.
"I swear that you'll fall in love with that animal before we leave here"
remarked Anne, with just a little distaste colouring her voice. "How would your
adoring public react to their sex goddess being into bestiality?"
Ignoring her friend's lofty criticism, Fawn observed the hated Jean being
manhandled out of the hut where she was being held captive.
"It looks like the fun's about to start," she observed with a great deal of
satisfied spite.
Jean was looking extraordinarily cool and defiant as she was dragged across the
dusty compound. She was wearing just her white silk petticoat and white high
heeled shoes that looked incongruous in the jungle setting. It must have been
hot inside the hut as Jean's petticoat was soaked in sweat and her usually
flawless makeup was smeared and tear streaked.
Without ceremony, two of the natives yanked her arms above her head and secured
them to a stake driven into the ground. Then they tethered her legs wide apart
with a rough branch of wood holding them solidly akimbo.
One of the natives approached Fawn and Anne and said they'd discovered from the
gossip from Fawn's own tribe, that she'd been the object of much amusement for
Jean. He asked if Fawn would like to revenge herself on their captive.
The eager Fawn spitefully advanced on the quivering Jean who watched the naked,
fierce looking fat tribeswoman approach her and yank up the front of the white
petticoat to reveal her white satin knickers.
Jean flinched as the tribeswoman ripped the leg of her panties to one side,
baring her hairy cunt. With despair she saw the girl beckon the sexually excited
orang-utan over to her. She cringed inside as the beast inspected the trembling
nether lips, prodding and poking at the sensitive area. Jean had seen this beast
in action and knew its capabilities.
With a blood-curdling scream the ape ripped Jean's panties from waistband to
crotch, baring her palpitating hairy slit.
In despair Jean closed her eyes as Guy jumped upon her, clinging like a limpet
to her body as his probing hard penis finally found its mark after several
stabs, and thrust rudely deep inside her un-lubricated cunt.
"Ooooh...uh...uh...uh" the unfortunate girl sobbed. "P... please someone. T...
take this animal off me. I don't do animals." She bucked and writhed in despair
as the orang-utan fucked her wet slit time after time, spraying semen into her
as she wailed and shuddered.
Guy finally fell away from Jean exhausted, shredding the front of her fragile
petticoat as he did so and baring two small pink tipped breasts. The two white
mounds quivered as Jean sobbed with misery.
She felt the ropes that held her arms aloft being cut. Turning her tear streaked
face up, she saw the gloating face of the fat native woman baring her awful red
teeth in a parody of a smile as she cut her down.
With her hands still secured in front of her, Jean teetered unsteadily on her
high heels, her feet still wide apart, held by the wooden stake that was secured
to her pretty ankles.
"Come" the native woman said suddenly, beckoning her to walk with a crooking of
her fingers. "Come, walk."
Now completely broken, Jean stumbled spraddle legged towards the hateful woman.
The sniggering members of the tribe gathered on either side of her forming a
corridor, laughing and digging each other in the ribs as the near naked girl
lurched along.
"Kneel" said the native woman as Jean reached her.
Jean's knees buckled awkwardly as she thudded to her knees in front of the fat
black woman, her legs held wide apart by the makeshift brace. With her bare
backside thrust up for all to see and weeping copiously, Jean felt the woman's
hands on the cheeks of her bottom, pulling them apart and shouting excitedly to
the other natives.
The adults of this tribe didn't seem to have any aversion to white women and,
with hopeless resignation, Jean felt the first of the blacks enter her soaking
wet cunt from behind. Choking on her tears, she remained passively on her hands
and knees like an animal as they systematically raped her, one after another
after another.... On and on and on under the blazing, hot sun.
Jean lost count of the number of natives who raped her. She just remained
obediently hunched over as she was violated time after time. She was too far
sunk in abject despondency to hear the stuttering rattle of automatic weapon
fire.
It materialised afterwards, that two of the crew had been away from the village
when the onslaught and capture of the crew and natives occurred. In fact they'd
been on the ship and had armed themselves and followed them through the dense
jungle.
They'd been reconnoitring the area for four or five days, returning once to the
ship to obtain more ammunition and an automatic machine-gun as well as several
grenades. Waiting for just the right moment, the two had been inadvertently
helped by Jean as the sideshow she'd supplied had distracted the whole tribe.
Waiting patiently till they were sure that most of the tribe had gathered to
watch Jean's humiliation, they struck to deadly effect.
Mowing down the bulk of the warriors where they stood, they simply mopped up
most of the others as they fled the scene. The two advanced warily into the
clearing, stepping over the bodies and firing into one or two of them who were
moaning or showing any signs of life.
Jean remained frozen in position as they suspiciously checked out the group of
terrified native women whom'd they'd studiously avoided shooting into.
"Hey. Ain't these the two maternity broads from the old camp?" said one,
indicating Fawn and Anne who were huddled with the other women. The other one
looked at them intently and nodded..
"It's OK baby" said the first man with a rough gentleness. "Me and the Lone
Ranger here have come to save you." He turned his attention to the broken,
sobbing Jean, as Fawn and Anne hesitantly separated themselves from the group.
"Fucking Hell" he exclaimed. "Lady fucking Muck here doesn't know if it's ten
years from tomorrow." He was studying Jean closely as she tried to curl up even
tighter, thrusting her bare bottom further up into the air in her efforts to
shut out the world.
His partner joined him and tentatively touched Jean's naked back. She shuddered
and flinched away from his touch, frantically pushing her behind up at them in
an effort to offer them the opportunity of getting on with the business of
raping her and get it over with.
"I swear she doesn't realise who we are" said the first one. "I think she's been
driven over the top. I swear I'm gonna have me a piece of this!" The two men
looked at one another and, as if by mutual consent, looked down at the wide-open
proffered backside. Jean's tight puckered anus was waving about in front of
them, topping the wet and brutally abused vagina.
With an almost virtuous sense of righteousness at claiming the 'spoils of war',
the first man checked that the only witnesses were the native women, the prison
compounds being at the other end of the village. Both he and his partner
silently tossed a coin and, after checking it, the first man unbuckled his belt,
lowered his trousers and produced a large hard penis. After all, it wasn't every
day you got the chance to fuck a well-known film star, the sudden bloody
massacre stirring their adrenaline and causing both of them to have rock hard
erections.
After positioning himself behind the abject Jean, he slid the shaft into her
well-lubricated slit.
"Ooooh...uh...uh...uh... F... fuck... F... fuck... F... fuck..." Jean grunted
mindlessly, working her bare backside against his lower stomach in an effort to
make him come as quickly as possible and get it over with.
The second man repeated the act, with Jean bucking and swaying in a mindless
sexual dance. Only Fawn and Anne watched them intently, never daring to move or
interfere lest they drew attention to themselves.
When they'd finished they left Jean still tethered to the wooden slat that
forced her legs apart, and went to find the others.
The released and much depleted ship's crew found Jean and the two black girls
still mutely holding centre stage as, what passed for the ship's doctor, (no
more than a glorified paramedic), attended to the now babbling girl.
"With a bit of luck that's fucked her mind up" muttered Anne as they were herded
in with the other natives from their village, the whole group beating a hasty
retreat down the jungle paths back to their own village. Jean was carried on a
makeshift stretcher by two of the crewmen...
The next few days were hectic. Captain Ireland, the ship's captain, had decided
he'd had enough of the place and wanted the ship loaded up and under way as soon
as possible. He did have a major problem however. There were several vacancies
in the ship's compliment due to the killings perpetrated by the raiders.
It was agreed with the natives, that certain of the tribeswomen would fill in
for the missing crew, with Max going along for the ride as the translator.
Kevin the chief stoker had lost both his labourers and a recovering and vengeful
Jean sifted out both Fawn and Anne to work down in the boiler room.
"But they're both obviously pregnant" objected the captain, looking at both
their thickening waistlines and bulging bellies.
"That doesn't matter" the spiteful Jean said. "These bitches can drop a kid and
start work again straight away."
Max, secretly weighing Jean up as a spiteful bitch, urged both Fawn ans Anne to
go along with this opportunity. He told them that he'd load their things onto
the ship, and that they should look for an opportunity to jump ship at any one
of the port calls that the ship made.
After that was decided, the ship finally set sail...
To be continued...
