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Chapter Seven.
Anne came round slowly. She was aware that it was a hospital environment from
the clinical smells that surrounded her. She was feeling very woozy and
disorientated by what had obviously been anaesthetics that had been administered
to her.
She looked down and found she was lying in a hospital bed with the white sheets
up to her neck. The sheets were held off her body by a cage. Anne craned her
head around and caught the reflection of herself in a full-length mirror of a
wardrobe. She was surprised to see that she was wearing full make-up and her
hair had obviously been shampooed and combed. She was relieved to see she looked
her beautiful, normal self.
Even her beautiful white teeth felt as though they'd recently been cleaned and
flossed as she ran her pretty pink tongue over them.
She heard the door open and craned her neck to see over the cage. The doctors
niece Tara came briskly round to her side and felt Anne's neck, checking the
watch on her wrist as she checked her pulse.
Looking at the Tara's perfect features, Anne couldn't comprehend even now what
her uncle had turned her into. "You'll be very pleased to know that my uncle has
got rid of those ugly fat breasts of yours and Fawn's" said Tara briskly. "There
are no scars. My uncle's an expert micro-surgeon.
Anne's hands went immediately to her bosom where, to her utter astonishment, she
discovered what felt to be two tiny buds where the huge breasts had been
previously.
As she moved her hands up and down these new creations, Anne was suddenly
alarmed to feel her hands blocked at the base of the bosoms. With a growing
sense of trepidation that grew into horror, she felt her stomach rising upwards
away from the small teats like a mountain of flesh.
Anne ripped the sheets away from the fragile cage that was covering her. Still
unsteady on her feet she pushed the cage away and struggled to her feet.
"Ooooh... N...noooo..." she wailed as she looked in the full-length mirror on
the wardrobe. The horrified girl couldn't believe what she saw.
Dr Moreau had indeed reduced her large breasts. They were nothing more than two
rather ugly protuberances dangling down. He'd done nothing about reducing the
dark brown aureoles that surrounded the large nipples. They were now solid and
hard and pointing downwards, still leaking milk, the aureoles now spreading
outwards over her chest and outer rib area. This had produced the ugly effect of
making all the area of the two drooping protuberances completely dark brown, the
same colour as the wet nipples.
Although this was shocking enough in itself, it was the other changes that
appalled Anne. Her stomach now started at the base of these tiny hillocks,
ballooning out in the most hideous fashion imaginable. The gigantic white mass
of flesh was twice the size of a full term pregnancy and the distressed girl ran
her trembling hands over the grotesque mass, flinching as she felt the distended
belly button sticking right out like the end of a small finger.
"W... why has he d... done this to me?" she wept as she discovered the doctor
hadn't stopped there. Somehow he'd greatly increased the growth of Anne's bodily
hair. The dark hair in the girl's armpits was now longer and thicker, spreading
down the inside of her arms and ribs and covering at least twice the area it had
previously. Her pubic hair now spread from the top of the division of the cheeks
of her bottom, running under her legs to bush out profusely and completely
covering the underside of the obscene paunch. The growth only halted on each
side at the front of her hips and on top by the jutting finger of her belly
button.
Then Anne noticed what the doctor had done to her vagina. "My God! What's
happened down here?" she moaned, awkwardly spreading her legs and looking in
disbelief at the mirror.
Dr Moreau had greatly enlarged her sexual organ, somehow spreading the labial
lips to lie back, displaying an enlarged pink clitoris that was glistening and
dripping in the centre of what now looked like an open wound between her legs.
Anne tried ineffectively to cover it with her fingers but she snatched them away
as she felt an almost electric reaction shoot through her lower tummy. It was
sexual and had set off a sudden sharp ache in the girl that went on growing.
To distract herself she nervously took hold of one of the ugly little teats on
her chest. Anne almost screamed with sexual pleasure as a surging thrill ran
through her whole body, culminating at the new wet slit under her gigantic
paunch.
Unable to control herself, Anne suddenly felt her vagina gushing out liquid that
she couldn't stop. She bowed her legs and looked down at herself. At first she'd
thought she was peeing herself but on closer inspection she saw that it was a
mixture of urine and a thicker viscous liquid that ran stickily down her inside
legs.
All the while Anne couldn't stop thinking the most lascivious thoughts. Visions
of purple erect cocks thrust into every cavity of her body and spurting copious
amounts of semen all over and inside her ran wildly through her mind.
Her friend Fawn featured in these erotic dreams as she both climaxed and pissed
down her own legs. They were straight from the Theatre of Cruelty. Fawn
presenting her large luscious tits to Anne as Anne lashed them with barbed wire.
Fawn thrusting a red-hot poker into her vagina and screaming. Fawn's breast
tightly bound and being pulled and pulled till the skin tore. Anne couldn't
believe the utter cruelty of her sexual reflections as she wildly masturbated.
"Ooooh... uh... uh... uh" Anne gasped as she stood in an ever growing pool of
her own making.
"You dirty, filthy bitch" shouted Tara, pushing the ungainly girl over to the
small toilet area against the wall.
The trembling girl stood with her legs spread on each side of the toilet bowl as
she continued to urinate involuntarily and noisily into the white bowl. Unable
to comprehend what had happened to her, Anne looked beseechingly at Tara as she
circled her arms on either side of the huge fat paunch and scrabbled her fingers
frantically into the cascading cleft.
"Ugh, Arrrggghhh. You disgust me," the aloof Tara said loftily, opening the door
of the ward and calling for her uncle.
Tears ran miserably down Anne's lovely cheeks as she waited in this humiliating
position for the instigator of her present condition to turn up.
As soon as Dr Moreau entered the door Anne screamed at him. "What have you done
to me? Just look at me. W... Why ooooh why?" she sobbed, not even daring to
touch the deformed parts of her body for fear of the extreme reaction.
"You invited this on yourself my dear" Dr Moreau said unctuously. "Your obvious
contempt of your friend's bestiality was like an amusing challenge. I've
redirected the mammary fat to the abdominal area, also altering the vaginal and
stomach cavity to accommodate the largest animals penis. I've also altered the
hirsute areas with a dermal papilla treatment that stimulates the hair
follicles. It compliments the gene altering I've carried out to give you more...
um... how can I put it? 'Animal attraction' I suppose. You'll find that your sex
drive isn't only enhanced towards human beings, it's also animal driven now."
Anne listened with growing terror as the doctor rambled on, explaining how he'd
become the leading biological expert of the twentieth century and how his cross
fertilisation project was second to none. "You'll notice how I've made your
breasts more like a cows teats. We should be able to milk you daily with ease
now, which we intend to do."
He explained that she was lucky he was an expert keyhole surgeon, as he'd left
no scarring.
She was close to despair as he outlined his programme of horror for her. "Why?"
she sobbed again. "I'd have let you fuck me or do anything with me. Why this?"
Anne let her elegant little hands flutter down the sides of her gross body
helplessly.
"I may not stop there," the doctor said heartlessly. "I'm thinking of a penal
implant like Tara's for you. Just think. You could satisfy yourself anytime you
wanted then."
"Ooooh noooo" she wailed. "P... please... Please... Anything but that." 'My God.
I sound like a Victorian heroine' Anne thought wildly.
Anne almost vomited at the thought as Dr Moreau's skilled hands explored the
contours of her distended belly, running them over the huge white overhang and
through the thick pelt of pubic hair in a propriety fashion.
"Ooooh... Uuuggghhh... Uh... Uh... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck," gasped Anne, as her
legs buckled under even this lightest of caresses. Anne looked down at her
heaving body and was broken hearted as she saw the two brown teats sagging onto
her bulging white paunch. They were well separated and a curious cucumber shape
that anyone could comfortably grasp in one hand. With each touch of the
doctor's, these cow like tits positively sprayed out lacteal fluid, drenching
the girls upper tummy. She was absolutely disgusted with herself as she even
felt herself start to defecate involuntarily in the wild throes of complete
sexual excitement.
The desperate girl backed wildly over the bidet as she felt the hot, sticky
turds thrusting out of her anus, and the thick juices flooding out of her gaping
vagina. "P... Please doctor. Please make me like I was. D... Don't leave me like
this. I'll let you beat me or anything. Just don't leave me like this."
The poor girl was gasping in the throes of multiple climaxes as the doctor,
ignoring her pleas completely, instructed his niece to prepare Anne and then to
bring her through to the library. He then left the girl sobbing bitterly as Tara
bathed her and shampooed her hair, Anne's body involuntarily jerking and
shuddering as she reached one sexual climax after another.
When Tara had applied make-up to enhance Anne's natural beauty, she produced a
curious looking cream dress for the girl to wear. Tara first asked Anne to step
into a large pair of silk cream knickers.
Careful now not to let the very feel of the luxurious material stimulate her
heightened sexual awareness. Anne donned the knickers, pulling the enlarged
waist up around her enormous girth. She was then given a smart pair of her own
high-heeled sandals to wear before studying the cream satin creation that was
proffered to her by Tara.
Tara helped Anne to put the dress on. Where it didn't differ from a normal dress
was in the high neckline, three-quarter length sleeves and the mid-thigh hem. In
every other respect it was gross.
It was specially designed for Anne's new shape. A large opening at the front
from just under the breasts to the vulva allowed Anne's huge flabby paunch to
swell out in front of her, the waist of the cream silk knickers saving her from
complete nakedness. Two curious small holes on either side, only about two
inches in diameter, were cut out to accommodate Anne's ugly teats. Carefully,
and with the aid of a towel to soak up any spillage from the two glands, Tara
pulled first one then the other through the holes.
Anne looked tearfully down at the two udders. They lay on the cream satin of her
dress, sagging either side of her belly. She thought they looked like thick
squat brown snakes, the nipple not much larger than the main, and ugly brown
body. Her jutting naval stood out obscenely at the apex of the white mountain of
flesh like some small pink phallic symbol.
Tara motioned for Anne to follow her. Anne, still recovering from the traumatic
medical treatment she'd been subjected to and the utter shock she'd had viewing
the results, felt weak and wobbly on her high heels as she waddled after Tara.
Her breath caught in her throat as she realised that this was all she could do
in her altered state, waddle. Her belly stuck out so far in front of her that
she had to support it with both hands in order to balance as she walked.
"Right my dear." Came the oily greeting from Dr Moreau as she made her ungainly
way into the library. "I'm going to show you how very much I've altered you. Not
only physically, but mentally and genetically as well."
The doctor beckoned his niece over to him. With Tara facing her, Anne watched as
the doctor deliberately fiddled around behind the girl's waist. A look of minor
irritation crossed Tara's beautiful face as the doctor tugged her khaki drill
trousers down off her hips to her thighs.
Anne gasped with the sudden rush of lust that stabbed her. Her tiny hands flew
involuntarily to her crotch as she looked at Tara's white semi-transparent
panties, the dark pubic hair showing clearly and a large bulge pushing out the
front of the fragile material.
Tara smiled mockingly as she put the flat of her own hand against the front of
her panties. She teasingly edged the head of her unnatural penis out of the side
of the panties. Anne thought she was going to explode.
"That's enough Tara," commanded her uncle. Tara reluctantly pushed the
glistening dome of her cock back into place and pulled up her pants, leering at
Anne as she did so. "Come with me Anne" he went on, leading the way out of some
French windows and across to a large fenced off area that seemed to be filled
with cages.
As Anne waddled behind the doctor and Tara, she could hear animal noises coming
from the caged area.
Heaving her huge stomach up she stopped before the first one as the doctor
nodded in the direction of the cage. Inside there was a donkey. Dr Moreau had
deliberately chosen this cage. The beast's penis was hanging lazily below it. A
wrinkled grey appendage that must've been at least twelve inches in length.
Anne's breath caught at the sight of it and her vagina throbbed as she felt a
glutinous fluid pulsing out with each beat. She saw the donkey's nostrils flare
as the animal scented her reaction to the sight of its quiescent member.
Immediately, to Anne's aberrant and uncontrollable excitement, a glistening pink
shaft slid out of the grey sheath, dripping with a sticky slime. At the same
time an excited noise rose from the rest of the cages as the other animals
caught her scent.
"Ooooh... uh... uh... aaaggghhhh..." she gasped, bending at the knees and bowing
her legs in an involuntary reaction as she felt fluid oozing from her unbearably
sensitive slit. "Ooooh... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck. What's...uh... uh... happening
to me doctor? What have you done?" she sobbed, now sliding the voluminous front
of the silk knickers down off her protruding hairy belly.
"You're going to feel more and more animalistic as the days go by," he told the
frantic girl. "Soon you'll not be fit to keep in the house. Then we'll have to
keep you in a cage. Until then you'll behave yourself and do as you're told.
Now. There is the key to the cage. It's up to you whether you use it or not." He
indicated a key hanging from a nail on the framework of the compound.
By now Anne's silk knickers had dropped to her ankles as she located the wide
wet slit between her legs and desperately heaved the lips open.
Without a thought Anne kicked her knickers to one side and hobbled over to the
hook where she retrieved the key, still clawing at her vagina with her free
hand.
Her fingers trembled as she fit the key in the lock. It sprung open and she
opened the gate. The donkey came across to Anne as she closed the gate behind
her. It nuzzled quite aggressively against her bare paunch as she held her hands
on either side of its head, feeling the wetness of its probing nostrils in the
huge thatch of pubic hair now on display.
Aware of Dr Moreau and his niece watching her, Anne lowered herself to her
knees. There it was. There was the long exciting shaft she'd stirred by her own
scent to this state of need. The dripping pink end was now a good six to eight
inches out of the grey sheath and almost touching the ground.
Anne squatted by the side of the beast now, her thighs spread almost horizontal
to accommodate her huge round tummy. She reached under the animal's belly and
took hold of the slippery shaft. It jerked in her grasp as she ran her small
hand down the exposed slimy stem.
The donkey was having none of it. He persistently snorted and banged its wet
nostrils against Anne's wide-open gash.
Anne desperately pulled the long member over to her and studied the squelching
little hole at the end, climaxing again as she did so.
Gagging on the size, she fit her crimson red lips around it and started
thrusting her free hand into her own throbbing slit.
Her whole hand disappeared inside the newly constructed vagina as she felt the
beast impatiently jerk his penis out of her mouth in a futile attempt to direct
it down to her spurting hole.
Looking desperately around the compound, Anne's eyes lit upon some low bales of
hay that had been put in for fodder.
Taking the beast by his shaggy mane, Anne went over to the bales and lay down on
her back with her legs open as far as she could get them, stretching the deep
pink slit apart with the movement.
The doctor and his niece looked at Anne as the despairing girl adjusted herself
to a correct level to align her vagina with the animal's rampant cock. If Anne
had seen the full extent of the physical alterations to her pudenda she'd have
been in serious danger of going insane.
The only comparison would have been to a baboon's. The doctor had opened the
whole area, completely laying back the labial lips from her lower stomach to her
arsehole. With her thighs wide open and her enormous belly blocking off her
upper body, Anne appeared to be all glistening pink slit couched in a tangled
jungle of dark pubic hair.
Tara had slipped her grotesque, grafted penis out of her trousers and was slowly
and urgently heaving up and down on it at the sight of Anne's degradation.
Anne, meanwhile, was anxiously feeling around her huge stomach to grasp the
beast's jerking member. She found the greasy, oozing pole and introduced the
quivering end of it to her insatiable slit.
Anne screamed in pain and fulfilment as the donkey rammed the pink, erectile
part of his penis into her. She was too absorbed in the unnatural sexual act to
be at all mortified by what she was doing.
Reaching further forward, Anne took hold of the leathery shaft with both hands
and pulled it into her till the rough grey sheath reached her tender pink
opening. Squeezing the organ gently, she gave a half moan and half gagging
scream as the beasts hard and shell like sheath forced its way inside her.
Now finally appreciating why her belly was so great, allowing room for huge
organs, Anne buckled and heaved, as the donkey almost seemed to split her in
half.
She must have climaxed a dozen times before the beast shuddered and sprayed
Anne's insides with a hot and completely pounding orgasm.
'Where was it all going' she thought wildly. It was like someone urinating
inside her, so great was the jet of sperm from the rapidly cooling animal.
After she'd got shakily to her feet, Tara opened the cage and let her out,
fussily pulling the bizarre dress into place and supporting the poor girl as she
tottered back to the main house, the semen from the beast sliding stickily out
of her aching cleft and down the inside of her trembling thighs.
Tara fastidiously made Anne stand on a towelling rug as her uncle and herself
seated themselves in the easy chairs. "Now you know you're own nature" the
doctor said to Anne. "You'll find yourself getting more animal-like by the day
from now on. I'm going to breed you with as many of the beasts as possible. I've
made it medically practicable for you to conceive from these unions and that's
what you're going to do."
Ann couldn't help herself. Even this dry and horrific statement of her condition
and his expectations of her were somehow sexually exciting her. She thrust her
hand down the split in her dress and ran her fingers through the dense patch of
pubic hair as he went on. "You're going to be milked twice a day along with the
other stock. That provides me with plenty of natural weaning preparation for any
issue we get here. You see it's run just like a farm and you're part of the
breeding livestock."
He instructed Tara to take her out for the first of these milking processes.
Anne reluctantly removed her fingers from her pulsating slit to follow Tara out
into another yard that was filled with the run of the mill farm animal as well
as the more exotic wild life. In amongst this menagerie were creatures that were
neither human or animal. Anne could only assume they were some of the results of
Dr Moreau's experiments.
Leading Anne over to one of the milking bays, Tara made her kneel on a low
bench.
Anne looked down at herself and saw her two teats dangling like a brace of large
condoms. You couldn't distinguish the nipples from the rest of the ugly brown
structure. Indeed, the doctor was right. Anne looked at a cow in the stall next
to hers and saw that the beast's teats were just a pinker version of her own.
"Pull your skirt up above your ass" Tara instructed her indifferently. "You'll
see why in due course."
Following Tara's instructions and clawing the skirt as far up her fat lower
belly as possible, Anne looked down and saw that the low bench had a gap down
the centre overlooking a drainage ditch.
Tara seated herself on a low stool and reached out for Anne's teats. Anne didn't
expect the extreme reaction that she got. As soon as Tara's soft hand's enclosed
her teats she immediately and violently started to urinate. The pee gushed out
uncontrollably and with such power it reminded Anne of a horse relieving itself.
The whole dangling tube of her teats actually hardened under Tara's touch,
spraying out high-speed jets of lacteal fluid with each manipulation.
Then, to Anne's complete mortification and completely beyond her control, her
bowels again opened. She watched in horrified dismay as she defecated in large
fluid pancakes into the drainage ditch below the bench. The composition and
shape of the pats were very much like the cows in the stall next to hers.
Tears ran down the beautiful girl's face as Tara clipped her squirting tits up
to a milking machine in a businesslike manner and left her there. She stared
miserably at the milk gushing from her and through the tube of glass as she
finished urinating and evacuating her bowels.
'What has it come to' thought Anne in utter desolation. 'I'm one of the top five
movie stars in the whole world and here I am. Pissing and crapping like an
animal whilst I'm being milked by a fucking milking machine.'
When Tara finally came back to unclip her from the machine, Anne was completely
wrung out. Anne gasped as a jet of cold water hit her spread open bottom. She
remained kneeling as Tara clinically hosed down her bared nether region.
"Right bitch. Strip off that fucking wet dress and follow me."
Anne mutely struggled out of the soaking garment and stumbled after Tara, naked
now apart from her high heels. Her huge belly preceded her through the door as
they walked into the large hallway. Anne had now become aware that the doctor
had even laid back the cheeks of her bottom, to allow her to defecate whilst on
all fours but she'd now gone beyond caring.
Tara allocated Anne a small box room and Anne wearily laid down on the
ramshackle bed and drifted off into a restless sleep. Never once had she given a
thought to her friend Fawn's predicament...
Anne quickly discovered that the doctor was right. As the days went by she was
rapidly becoming more animal than human. Without the aid of any drugs now, her
metabolism was changing daily.
Even after the first nights sleep she discovered that both her pubic hair and
the hair under her armpits was spreading swiftly.
She also found that her character was altering. Anne now found that she was less
horrified by what the doctor had done. In fact, a certain amount of satisfaction
and pride was reluctantly forming about the growing animalistic side of her
nature and she found herself more than a little interested in how her body and
nature was changing.
Tara tolerated Anne's presence about the main house for a week. During this time
there was no sign at all of Anne's friend Fawn. After this period, Tara had had
enough of Anne's developing filthy habits.
Anne, hulking round the house like a large female gorilla, found that she'd
cultivated her sense of smell to a very high degree in this short period. The
only trouble was, she found herself instinctively marking out her territory.
Without any conscious thought, Anne started to urinate in odd places within the
household, peeing against door-frames and the legs of furniture. It was when she
extended this habit to the kitchen and dining room areas that Tara put her foot
down.
Along with this unsanitary behaviour, Anne's tubular teats constantly leaked
milk even after the twice-daily milking sessions.
During the day, Anne was used as a 'brood mare' in the animal compound, mating
with all the possible varieties of beast available. Every animal was frantic to
thrust its erect and jerking penis into Anne when they caught the exotic scent
of this human female on heat.
Daily Anne watched, as the changes in her body became more and more apparent.
The hair under her armpits was slowly creeping down the sides of her rib cage
and around towards her teats. Her pubic hair also spread under her legs and
across the tender white cheeks of her bottom and up to the small of her back.
Whilst in front it grew densely up her huge fat belly and past her prominent
belly button and dropping down to mid thigh.
Anne began to glory in this animal like mutation.
Tara woke her one morning after about a week of this transmutation. "I want you
naked bitch. You're a fucking animal now and animals have no need of clothes"
she said coldly. "You're going in the cages from now on with all the other
animals."
Anne removed the only thing she was wearing which was a pair of the outsized
knickers she'd been supplied with. Completely nude and hairy, she docilely
allowed Tara to lead her to the animal compound where she was locked in a cage
next to an ape that looked strangely like Guy the orang-utan.
She discovered with a strangely comforting feeling of familiarity that the beast
was in fact Fawn's old fucking partner Guy. In the next two days Guy fucked Anne
several times to both their mutual satisfaction. A very different story from her
disgust at Fawn performing the same act.
Meanwhile, Fawn had woken under a very different set of circumstances.
When she first came round she was aware as Anne was of the clinical smells and
surroundings. Looking sideways from her bed she too caught sight of her
reflection in the wardrobe mirror and noticed that she'd been meticulously
washed and groomed.
The difference between herself and Anne however was the lack of an orthopaedic
cage and a strange feeling of lightness.
Fawn's beautiful and shapely right leg was uncovered by the sheet and she pulled
the cover aside curiously. She noticed with delight that Dr Moreau had taken all
the surplus fat off her waist that she'd gathered as a result of her
pregnancies. He'd also removed another result of the pregnancies, her stretch
marks. Her tummy was now as flat and as perfect as it had been before their
misfortunes.
Cautiously exploring further, Fawn gasped as she came to her breasts. Gone were
the huge mounds she'd developed whilst with the tribe. Instead she discovered
with a thrill of horror two long dark red protuberances rather like the teats on
a cow's udder. The whole skin area of the cucumber like objects were literally
the huge aureoles she'd developed in the jungle.
Fawn snatched her hands away from them as she felt a sharp reaction in her whole
body and the lacteal fluids started to seep out of the ends.
Tara's voice floated through from an adjoining room. "Stop worrying about your
tits and put the clothes that we've left for you on the end of the bed."
Nervously Fawn put her legs over the side of the bed and stood up unsteadily.
Sure enough, there was a neat pile of clothes laid out on the end of the bed for
Fawn to clothe herself in.
Picking up the underwear, Fawn notice they were very strange clothes. The
panties she slipped on were rather like cyclist's shorts. In a blue and
completely transparent material, they were skin tight and flared at the end of
each leg, dropping down to just above her knees. The seam at the front was
incomplete, allowing a hole from the top of her hairy vagina to the middle-side,
under her legs. It was unnoticeable till she spread her legs wide. Each leg
ended in a full white lacy frill rather like a can-can dancer of nineteenth
century Paris.
There was a peculiar delicate harness affair that Fawn assumed was meant to
support her newly crafted breasts. Upon donning it, Fawn discovered that she had
to slip her teats through two holes in the fragile brassiere where they dangled
bare over the garment.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror in tearful dismay. Dr Moreau hadn't
done anything about the profuse body hair in her armpits and also covering her
pubic area. Fawn saw how the dense bush covered most of her lower belly,
flattened by the transparent panties which also revealed her pink, raw looking
slit couched in the centre. It was even sprouting above the waistband and
reaching up to her protruding navel.
Fawn slipped the tight, sky blue silk dress over her head and settled it down
over her hips. The hem fell to her knees, covering the frivolous lacy can-can
ruffles just above them.
The arrangement was exactly the same as the brassiere. Two small holes were
inset into the bodice that she had to tease her teats through. Gingerly, Fawn
did this and timorously surveyed the results. The dress was supported by two
thin straps and plunged down on either side revealing the enormous amount of
hair spreading out from under her arms. The two teats hung down outside the
dress, each one looking like a long, thin brown penis. Fawn saw there was a
smart matching blue, bolero jacket and she put it on thankfully, covering the
teats and bodily hair.
Fawn was discovering that her body wasn't the only thing that'd been designed by
Dr Moreau. Her thought processes, desires and even her genetic make up had been
altered.
She now found that the merest light touch on her erogenous zones began a series
of thrilling cravings. She also found she was getting idiotic urges to make
herself even more desirable and sexually attractive. Studying her reflection in
the mirror she saw that someone had shampooed and set her auburn hair into an
attractive chignon and applied cosmetics. Still, Fawn found a lipstick on the
bedside locker and sensuously applied it to her pouting lips.
Tara came into the room and looked Fawn up and down appraisingly. "I see my
uncle's got all that fat off you" was her only remark to the svelte girl.
"You'll come with me now. Uncle Moreau is throwing a dinner party for some
customers who are interested in you and some more 'mutes'."
Baffled by this term, Fawn, servile still, teetered after Tara on a pair of
strap high heels that she'd found and put on. She was still feeling the effects
of the anaesthetic and the keyhole surgery she'd been subjected to.
"W... where's Anne?" she enquired nervously, wobbling after Tara on the high
heels.
"If you think you've been badly treated you should be thankful. If you only knew
what your friend's had to go through you'd be thanking your lucky stars by now."
With an ominous feeling of dread, Fawn sensuously swayed her newly svelte, slim
hips into the dining room.
Gathered round the dining table was the doctor with several Arab gentlemen.
"This gentlemen, is my latest addition. You'll be very interested in this
specimen, as she was Fawn Sinclair, the world famous film star. Her plane went
down with the apparent loss of life for all the occupants. As you can see, we've
managed to salvage Fawn. I've done the usual genetic tinkering, of which you're
all familiar and approve. You'll find she'll be good for breeding purposes as
well."
Fawn was made to stand in the centre of the room in front of the guests. The
doctors words, 'Specimen' and 'She was Fawn Sinclair', echoed dully around her
befuddled mind as the Arabs stood and inspected her like a brood mare.
They seemed delighted when they confirmed that it was indeed the world famous
Fawn Sinclair who was being displayed for their benefit. One of them even curled
back her carmined upper lip to inspect Fawn's beautifully even white teeth.
As they lightly touched her in the course of their examination, Fawn found
herself gasping with passion as their tanned fingers rubbed against her
erogenous areas.
The trembling girl looked down as one of them peeled the tight blue skirt of the
dress up her legs and exposing the flattened pink gash that peeked through the
enormous amount of dark pubic hair covering her stomach.
As the Arab exclaimed in delight at this erotic sight, Fawn felt herself
literally spurting sexual juices in response to his voyeurism. She watched
horrified as a translucent stream of fluid oozed out of the raw pink slit and
glistened behind the thin blue panties.
She could actually feel, what felt like her clitoris harden as both she and the
Arab looked at her state of dishabille.
Fawn willingly grabbed the hem of the dress and held it up as all the Arab's
came to investigate the 'Most beautiful girl in the world's' weeping vagina.
Fawn found she just couldn't bear the sight of so many men just looking at her
and not touching. She eased her painted red fingernails down to her pubic mound
and lightly pressed the soft swelling inwards through the hole in the seam,
squeezing the sticky cream out of her bare slit for them all to exclaim over.
Feeling one of them fingering the hem of the bolero jacket, Fawn transferred her
glance to that area, still keeping her skirt raised to her waist. The Arab
lifted the tiny bolero jacket up above the two tubular brown teats hanging
obscenely out of the blue dress.
Fawn was thrilled to see them also harden immediately like two penises. Watching
in enraptured delight, the lovely girl saw the Arab take one in his hand. She
felt her teat twitch involuntarily as the milk started to gush out whilst she
panted and groaned.
"Oooh... uh... uh... uh... ah..." gasped Fawn, her whole body quivering with
rapture at the intrusions the Arab's were making.
They suddenly left the poor girl having orgasm after orgasm, her legs bending
and straightening and her teats pouring out lacteal fluid as they started what
was obviously an auction to buy her.
Fawn was still clawing between her opened legs when her purchaser came across to
her and slipped a dog's collar round her slim white neck. He led her across the
room to a ring set in the wall and tethered her to it as she moaned repeatedly.
"Oooh... Fuck me. Fuck me. Please... Fuck me."
Masturbating herself vigorously, Fawn watched as the sales went on.
The Arab who'd bought Fawn purchased two more 'mutes' during the course of the
sales. Dimly Fawn gathered that she was now considered a mutant and available to
be sold as a slave to further the finances for Dr Moreau's genetic cross
matching experiments.
He tethered them also to the same ring Fawn was attached to. The desperate girl
had now pulled open the hole in the transparent knickers and was squelching in
and out of her insatiable cunt with her writhing fingers as she rubbed herself
sore.
She saw that one of the Arab's purchases was a young man who'd obviously had an
animals penis grafted on. The large limp member hung slackly half way down his
thighs as he observed the film star with increasing interest.
Fawn grabbed each side of the hole in the front of her panties and pulled it
wide open. She then squatted down in a lewd fashion in front of him and started
to scoop up her own viscous juices and suck them from her sticky fingers.
"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Oooh... Fuck" she murmured like a mantra as her lips
began to glisten with the slimy sperm she was gathering from her draining
vagina.
Dr Moreau apologised to the Arab who'd purchased Fawn. "She needs a little
discipline perhaps?" he murmured, suddenly bringing a crop he'd been poking the
'mutes' with, smartly down on Fawn's buttocks as she screamed out loud.
The Arab, who Dr Moreau addressed as both Sheikh Ali, and just plain Ali at
times, looked at the cowed, sobbing film star with condescending amusement.
"It's alright. I like to see such a high and mighty Western star, reduced to an
animal like this. Why else do I buy your stock?"
Fawn was to discover that Sheikh Ali was one of he leaders of a powerful,
Islamic group that was extreme in its hatred of anything from the Western world,
especially females. Their misogyny amazed and disgusted her. Fawn and Anne were
leading icons from that Western world and it pleased him to be able to purchase
them reduced to such a pitiful state.
Sheikh Ali held his hand out to Dr Moreau, who handed him the riding crop.
"You!" he said to Fawn. "Pull those things down and bend over. I'm going to beat
some obedience into you."
Trembling with alarm but too frightened to disobey him, Fawn stripped the
knickers down off the cheeks of her bottom and bent over in front of him.
She braced the heels of her hands against her knees as the Arab brought the crop
down on her exposed behind with vicious strength.
Fawn screamed and screamed as the Sheikh welted away at her bare bottom in a
frenzy of blows. Fawn could feel her delicate skin splitting open with each
savage blow as the blood streamed down over her poor buttocks and thighs.
She dimly saw the bolero top drop away from her ugly, cucumber like teats that
dangled bare in front of her, spraying milk in every direction.
Fawn tried to straighten up and hold up her hands to beg the Arab for mercy. He
slashed away at her unprotected teats, slicing them open as well as they gushed
blood everywhere. She fainted when she saw that he'd almost sliced one of her
teats off.
She woke with a shock as a drenching bucket of icy cold water was thrown over
her. She woke to pain. The sheikh was still lashing at her with the crop, slowly
stripping the clothing from her bloodstained body as he systematically scarred
every inch of her exposed flesh. The pain was unbearable, her poor torn flesh
shrieking in agony as the Arab whipped her. Fawn realised he was a complete
psychopath as she caught the pitiless look in his eyes before passing out once
more.
As she slipped into unconsciousness, she dimly heard him say something about
going to Indonesia for awhile. "You think I'm going to buy this one? I don't buy
damaged goods" were the last words she heard.
Thankfully, when Fawn next recovered, she was back in the infirmary.
The pain hit her like a dull hammer as she tried to move around in the hospital
bed and she groaned aloud.
"Don't try to move." Tara's voice came from the doorway as she hurried over to
Fawn with a hypodermic needle in her hand. Tara administered the drugs into
Fawn's arm and the agony abated to a dull ache almost immediately.
She began changing dressings on Fawn and the poor girl's curiosity overcame her.
What has he done to me?" She whispered anxiously. "Does he own me now? Has he
bought me? Is he always so violent?" The questions poured out of the tortured
girl as Tara placed a finger over her lips to quiet her.
"Come" Tara said impulsively. I'd better show you how bad the sheikh can be."
She eased the distressed girl gently from the bed and helped her across to the
mirror.
Fawn would have screamed aloud in anguished horror if her poor face wasn't so
swelled up and painful. As it was, she gagged when she saw her tortured body.
Tara had taken all the dressings off so the unfortunate girl could see the
horrific extent of the damage.
Fawn almost fainted when she saw that both her breasts had been removed. At
least the teat like objects that had passed for her breasts were both missing.
In their place were two wounds that had scabbed over as had most of the scars on
her bruised and bleeding body.
Tara was immediately reassuring.
"They had to come off Fawn. My uncle is going to do something about the other
scars, but the breasts were hacked away too much. That Ali is an animal if he's
not humoured, and there was nothing we could do to stop him. I'll ask my uncle
if he can do anything to partially, if not wholly restore your little titties.
He's the world's leading plastic surgeon and he's taught me all he knows. I've
no doubt I could do it if pressed!" she added modestly.
Fawn hardly took in what Tara was saying. She could only stare in abject misery
at her bruised and battered body as her trembling hands fluttered agitatedly up
and down her slight frame. She looked skinny and child-like without any breasts.
Even Fawn's thighs were looking a little spindly, accentuated by the huge amount
of pubic hair that bushed out profusely over her lower belly. Without
high-heels, her new, slight frame looked as she had done when she was nine or
ten years old. Even her mental state was flying apart as she suddenly burst into
tears, the thought flashing through her mind that she desperately wanted her
Mommy.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as the despairing girl was helped back to the bed
by a surprisingly sympathetic Tara.
"The fucking Arab reneged on his purchase. My uncle's scrubbing up in the
theatre now and I'm assisting" Tara said, producing a hypodermic needle and
injecting the contents into the unprotesting girls arm. "You'll feel a little
drowsy as I wheel you into the theatre, then I'll administer a general and when
you wake up it'll be all over."
This was the last thing Fawn heard before she fell into an exhausted sleep...
To be continued...
