Chapter Six.
Much to the two beauties relief, they were allowed hot baths every day, soaking
their weary bodies till they began to glow again with health. Their fingernails
started growing again and their hands and feet began to soften with the lotions
that Jean sent down. They were too grateful to ponder the unusual munificence of
their rival, and the reason why she was doing it.
Whilst they were still not allowed any clothing, they were at least allowed to
wear high heeled shoes from their trunks to prevent their feet hardening again
or picking up any of the all pervading coal dust in the furnace room.
They were also allowed to do each other's hair, and were encouraged to wear
their cosmetics.
When Jean came down to inspect them on the eve of their docking, she was clearly
envious of their ability to recover their stunning good looks so easily and so
quickly.
She'd brought down some of the chic clothes that the two film stars had in their
trunks. "Here. I want you to put these on" she instructed them in a peremptory
fashion, handing them to the girls. "I want the seamen's silence when we leave
you on the island, and this is as good a way as any to secure it."
As they were dressing, Jean explained that they were throwing a party up on deck
at which she'd promised the crew the unstinting favours of the two film stars.
In fact, the way she explained it, she'd virtually given them carte blanche to
continually rape them.
"You'll do anything they want" she cautioned. "I don't want you to have any
reservations whatsoever about any request, no matter how 'off the wall' it may
seem. If any of this is disagreeable in any way to you both, say so now and
we'll just have to find other means to deal with the problem, and I think you
know just what I mean!" she added, with undisguised menace.
Fawn and Anne had no doubt what the 'other means' meant and hurriedly agreed to
go along with Jean's itinerary, hastily dressing in the fashionable clothes that
she'd handed to them.
Even though the girls had lost a lot of weight through sweating in the boiler
room and not being fed very often, their busts were a big problem in every sense
of the word.
Even the largest brassiere in the collection of underwear they had was too small
for their big sagging udders. In the end Jean told them to leave their breasts
unfettered, allowing them to flop down to their bellies when they straightened
up.
When they were dressed, the two apprehensive girls were shepherded up to the
main deck for the entertainment of the crew.
The crew went wild... Wolf whistle and suggestive hoots and jeers were showered
on the two stars as they stood in front of the sex starved crew. The two sexiest
stars in Hollywood looked a little self-conscious as they allowed themselves to
be gaped at by the men.
Anne in particular was quite horrified by the amount of weight that she'd
amassed on her breasts. The white linen jacket of her fashionable suit looked
cumbersome as her sagging mounds bulked it out from inside, reaching down almost
to her naval. She couldn't believe how her beautiful pert little bosoms had
evolved into these enormous fleshy monsters.
Her friend and herself turned and posed at the various requests of the raucous
crew.
"Come over here you fucking fat charmer" one particularly evil looking old
character said to Anne. When she'd teetered over to him on her high heels, he
reached out a rough horny hand and fumbled the bulk at the front of her jacket.
"Fuck me. It's your tits" he exploded, hooting with raucous laughter. "Hey you
lot... It's her tits" he shouted to the rest of them, turning back to Anne and
demanding to see them.
Sobbing now with shame, Anne unbuttoned the jacket and allowed her weeping
breasts to swing into view, heaving them up with both hands as he shouted.
"They're fucking bigger than Jayne Mansfield's."
'Who the hell was Jayne Mansfield' thought Anne, forlornly fingering the wet
hard nipples that crowned the huge dark brown aureoles.
Anne noticed one of the other crewmen was demanding to see Fawn's vagina. She
watched resignedly, still massaging her spurting nipples, as Fawn hauled the
tight white dress up her lovely legs and beckoned the man over to her.
He shambled over with one or two of the other reprobates latching on to his
wake. Fawn, holding her skirt high, directed his gaze down to her silk covered
pudenda then took hold of the elastic waistband of the knickers and pulled the
smooth shiny front of them out for them all to look down.
Anne was distractedly reminded of the schoolyard games children play as Fawn
made them stand in line, holding out the waistband and looking down at herself
as they trooped by to look down at her hairy slit.
Anne felt her own skirt being slipped up her legs and looked down to see two of
them now intent on exposing her.
"Yes" she whispered, taking hold of the skirt herself and pulling it up to her
waist. "Pull my knickers down. Go on. Pull them down and take a look at my
cunt."
She urged them by thrusting out her pubic area in a vulgar manner and lewdly
slipping her hand inside the silk knickers to caress her hairy vagina.
"Ooooh... F... fuck" she trembled. "I think were going to be raped like we've
never been raped before."
This was like a red rag to the men, who immediately ripped off Anne's panties
and started tearing at the rest of her flimsy clothing. Through all the attack,
Anne could see that Fawn was suffering the same fate.
When the two girls were practically naked the sex starved crew subjected them to
a series of rapes. Anne found herself at one time being entered in her aching
anus and sandwiched in an upright position whilst another crewman slipped his
penis into her wet vagina.
At the end of the Bacchanal both girls lay naked and completely exhausted
covered in perspiration and semen.
The following morning Jean made the girls shower and shampoo their hair several
times, applying their cosmetics carefully and liberally perfuming their fragrant
bodies. "You'd better make a good impression for your own sake's. Dr Moreau will
make you fucking suffer if you don't look like the goods to him. You both know
the alternative to this and its very terminal."
Jean ordered them to wear nothing but high heeled shoes and ankle and wrist
manacles. "He's got his own ideas on what you'll wear" she said, smiling
maliciously at them as they put their hands behind their backs to allow their
wrists to be shackled with a chain that ran down to the ankle irons.
They were then made to disembark and stand chained to two rings set into the
wooden floor of a ramshackle jetty. Their trunks were off-loaded and placed on
the jetty also. Max had taken over the care of their offspring stating they were
members of his tribe, so they had no relief from the painful pressure in their
milk filled breasts.
As the ship was just setting sail, Fawn thought she saw the orang-utan Guy, leap
from the vessel and make off into the thick jungle.
They watched dejectedly as the old ship became a dot on the horizon...
They stood disconsolately under the hot rising sun as the morning, then the
afternoon slipped away. They had to resort to suckling themselves to obtain some
relief in their huge aching boobs, both applying their make-up afterwards in
their anxiety to please the faceless Dr Moreau when they met him.
Jean had left no food or water so the two girls were becoming decidedly fearful
by the time there was any sign of life acknowledging their presence.
Fawn first became aware of someone watching them from the thick foliage. After a
couple of minutes a figure materialised from the leafy green. The two film stars
saw it was a young woman dressed in a smart tan desert tunic top and skirt. She
was wearing tan loafers on her sun tanned legs and looked incredibly beautiful.
Without speaking, she unlocked the chains securing them to the rings and led the
two naked women off into the jungle.
After only ten minutes they came to a villa in a large clearing. The young woman
led them onto the patio and called out. "Uncle. The fresh stock's here." With
this cryptic remark she led them through the open French windows into the
presence of an inoffensive looking man in his middle forties. The man, who the
two girls took to be Dr Moreau, walked around them as if they were two exhibits
in a museum.
"Hmm..." he mused. "Where the hell did two high profile stars such as yourselves
acquire such huge breasts?." He poked at Anne's tentatively, making her shudder
inwardly.
She heard Fawn giving him a terse précis of their recent misfortunes whilst she
looked down at her huge fleshy mammary's in dismay. The doctor was right. Both
girls' bosoms were obscene in their grossness. A tear pricked her eye as she saw
lacteal fluid escaping slowly from her large erect nipples. They were never
going to star in films again.
"We'll have to do something about these won't we Tamara?" he said, looking at
the girl. "Why don't you show them how I successfully reduced yours?."
Without any questions, the girl unashamedly unbuttoned the front of her tunic to
reveal the white lacy top of a petticoat. Slipping the two thin straps off her
creamy shoulders, she let the sheer top fall about her waist revealing an almost
completely flat chest, just two tiny pink nipples jutting out from tiny little
hillocks of flesh. The girls looked at them with new hope.
"My niece Tamara was quite large before I operated weren't you my dear?" he went
on silkily. "That's just one of the jobs I'm going to do for you." So saying her
ordered his niece to bring them something to wear before dinner. The two were
about to discover how he'd acquired his cinematic namesake.
Tamara led the two girls, still naked and in their leg irons, into a large
bedroom, the four walls being walk in wardrobes. They were astonished at the
sheer number and variety of costumes and clothes that the wardrobes contained,
from the ordinary stylish outfits to the bizarre.
They were then released from their chains long enough to select and don the
clothes of their own choice before Tamara re-tethered them and led them through
to a dining room where her uncle was sitting at a huge dining table.
Tamara released their hands for the purpose of eating but chained their legs to
the legs of the dining room chairs.
Dr Moreau kept up a constant dialogue of small talk throughout the beautifully
cooked meal. It appeared he was a movie buff and was fascinated by the
tittle-tattle the two girls had picked up in Hollywood about the other stars.
When the meal was finished, Dr Moreau summonsed a taciturn looking man to clear
away, allowing the girls to sit in the easy chairs but still tethering their
feet to each chair leg.
"I think it's time for you to show them how clever I've been with you" he said
to his niece.
Tamara lowered her eyes and obediently pulled up the tan skirt she was wearing.
The two girls watched with fascination as the girls green satin French knickers
were exposed. Both Fawn and Anne were intrigued and somewhat startled to see a
distinct bulge pressing against the shiny material.
Both girls gasped as Tamara wriggled the panties down off her hips, settling
them at the tops of her thighs. Sticking out from a huge bush of dark pubic hair
was a small penis set lower down than most they'd seen. It was almost purple in
colour and uncircumcised, lying on a testicle sac.
"Show them all" commanded Dr Moreau.
Tamara parted the pubic hair above the thick base of the shaft. Fawn and Anne
were amazed to see a pink vagina. "W... What the hell is this?" demanded Fawn.
"What sort of a creature is this that you've turned your niece into?"
"My niece, ladies, is what's known as an hermaphrodite. I've created the perfect
human being." Dr Moreau looked at his niece in a proprietary fashion. "She's my
crowning achievement so far. Now I'm going to start on you two."
They looked at him with horror. If he'd do this to his niece, what hope for
them?
"Oooh... P... please Mr... er... D... Dr Moreau" trembled Anne. "P... please
don't do this to us. We'll do anything for you but please not this.
"But I haven't shown you everything yet" he purred. He walked over to the
helpless Fawn and flicked the hem of her skirt up her silk covered legs. "Just
look at this Tamara. This is the most desirable female in the world today and
she's yours to play with as you see fit. Doesn't that excite you my dear?. Show
them how much it excites you."
He savagely took hold of Fawn's delicate wrists and held them behind her as he
re-cuffed them. The young film star was now helplessly bound hand and foot and
watched impotently as he yanked the skirt up to her waist to expose her lacy
knickers.
Her eyes were drawn to Tamara as the beautiful young girl took hold of the ugly
member between her legs and start to massage up and down... up and down... up
and down, the foreskin on the shaft peeling back as the glistening pink core
thrust out, hardening and growing huge before Fawn's eyes. Tamara was looking at
Fawn's state of undress with obvious lasciviousness as she slowly masturbated.
Whilst the member was still elastic enough, Tamara bent it backwards and
introduced it into the pink labial lips of her own vagina. The girls watched in
horrified fascination as the panting girl pushed the unnatural extremity inside
her wet cleft.
Tamara moved her small plump tummy backwards and forwards slowly, looking
longingly at Fawn's exposed silk knickers. Dr Moreau encouraged the girl's
interest by pulling the leg band of Fawn's panties to one side to reveal the
abundant bush of pubic hair that surrounded the film star's wet vagina.
Fawn moaned as the doctor roughly pulled apart the delicate lips of her pink
cleft to encourage his young niece's masturbatory efforts. Fawn automatically
spread her thighs wider as she felt a reluctant but compelling urge to promote
Tamara's excited interest.
"You too" Dr Moreau said to Anne. "Pull your panties down, or do you want me to
assist you as well?."
Anne reluctantly drew her tight skirt up her legs in an automatic and almost
trance like reaction. She kept her horrified eyes on Tamara's squeezing,
massaging fingers as she pushed her knickers down below her knees. Unable to
move her chained ankles she bowed her legs and slid down in the chair to allow
the girl to view her opened vagina and the huge thicket of curly dark hair that
surrounded it.
Fawn was sitting almost adjacent to Anne and the doctor said complacently to
Tamara. "There my dear. Not many people get to masturbate with two live film
stars showing their cunts to them. They look quite willing too, don't they my
dear?. Are you willing?." He flashed this question to Anne.
"Y... yes..." panted Anne, clawing at the sides of her hairy tummy now, as she
grew more and more turned on at the strange erotic sight of the (transsexual?)
woman masturbating at the sight of her vagina. "Would you like me to spread the
lips of it open?" she gasped to Tamara. "If your uncle moves my chair around
next to Fawn's I'll hold hers open as well."
Dr Moreau quickly obliged. 'These two are going to fit my purpose very well' he
thought with satisfaction as he saw Anne reach out her delicate hand and insert
her slim fingers into the leg band of Fawn's silk knickers and close into a tiny
fist. Anne started to pull Fawn's panties down.
"Ease up Fawn" she purred sweetly. "Let's both pull our knickers down for
Tamara."
Fawn lifted her bottom off the chair and Anne tugged the lacy garment off her
hips and down to just below Fawn's knees. If anything, Fawn's lower stomach was
even hairier than Anne's. Unable to carry out any depletion, the two girls were
extremely hirsute both in their armpits and in the pubic area. Fawn's thick dark
hair completely covered her lower tummy and spread up almost as far as her
protuberant belly button.
As opposed to Anne, Fawn's belly was deeply impressed with stretch marks through
her pregnancies. This had also shown at the sides of her massive milk filled
tits making Fawn despair of ever being held as a leading sex symbol again.
The two girls sat bare from the waist down, in front of the masturbating girl.
Anne opened Fawn's slit with two fingers. "Look at this slut's cunt" she hissed,
savagely pulling one wet lip to one side and making poor Fawn gasp. "She lets
anything and anyone in here you know" she went on conversationally. "She's even
allowed an ape to fuck her. Imagine that!"
The weeping Fawn sobbed as Anne cruelly jerked and pinched at her labial lips.
Anne's other hand went to her own cleft as she greedily thrust three fingers
into herself, shuddering and groaning as she had a series of orgasms.
Tamara allowed the male appendage to plop out from her vagina and Anne eagerly
reached for it. She gave a shiver as she grasped it. It felt greasy, slimy and
hot and Anne pursed her lovely carmined lips, sticking her pink tongue out
slightly as she placed the throbbing organ in her hot little mouth.
Anne sucked deeply as her hand went out to the lapel of Fawn's jacket and
furiously tore it open, the buttons flying off as Fawn's huge white udders were
exposed, no brassiere having been found that would contain either girls
gigantic, melon like breasts.
Fawn writhed as Anne punched and clawed at her spraying tits with a viciousness
that she'd never before displayed, so avid was Anne to suckle the beating organ
in her mouth till it spurted its secretions into her orifice.
With a final cruel squeeze at Fawn's painful mounds, Anne felt the hot semen
spray the back of her throat.
Retaining the fluid in her mouth, Anne struggled to her feet and took hold of
Fawn's hair. Jerking the mortified film star's head backwards, Anne squeezed the
soft cheeks on either side of her crimson mouth till she forced it open. Looking
maliciously down at Fawn's gagging pink throat, she slowly and deliberately let
the slimy sperm drop from her own mouth into her friends.
Anne sealed Fawn's mouth closed with a hard kiss on her soft lips, waiting till
she felt the girl reluctantly swallow the sticky fluid.
"Well. Well" the doctor murmured, looking at Anne's rather self satisfied
expression. "You disapprove of Fawn having taken an animal into her vagina do
you? Well... we'll have to see if we can find the little beast in you."
As he spoke quietly to Anne, she didn't feel the hypodermic needle enter the
vein in her arm till it was too late. Anne fought the effects of the drug to no
avail. The last thing was aware of was the doctor administering the same needle
into a weeping Fawn...
To be continued...
