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Chapter Two.
Max led Fawn and Anne back to the bungalow, still tethered by the leads attached
to the dog collars around their necks. This time however he made them crawl
naked on all fours in front of the whole tribe.
He reiterated the new rules when they were back in the bungalow with the
stipulation that, from now on, they would leave the cabin daily.
"That means I want the pair of you naked and out there every day. It's time for
you both to add something to the tribe. Your both pretty useless as far as
practical things are concerned. You can and will, however, add to the gene pool
of the people by getting pregnant as soon as possible."
They listened in growing horror and dismay as he went on. "If one or both of you
fails to become pregnant in the next month or two, you'll be turned out and made
to fend for yourselves. I'd give you possibly two weeks at the most of surviving
in the jungle."
Max wouldn't allow either of the girls to dress for the rest of the day. They
wandered disconsolately round the bungalow with just their high heeled sandals
and dog collars on, mulling over this latest bombshell.
"I don't even know what turns these savages on" sighed Fawn, never giving any
consideration to the enormity and implications of Max's brain-washing over the
past few weeks. Indeed the two girls seemed to be permanently on heat and would
welcome any sexual liaison that offered itself.
Fawn looked at Anne's shaven vagina and saw with excitement that it was
glistening and seeping with translucent juice. Glancing down at herself Fawn
could see that she was in much the same condition. It couldn't be long before
they both had some relief.
Fawn tentatively caressed her lower tummy and gave a little gasp as she was
rewarded with a small gush of liquid. She bent at the waist and caressed herself
more vigorously between her legs. Anne watched with anxious sexual tension as
Fawn masturbated between her thighs, her fingers wet and shining with hot sticky
come.
The two slept in each others arms that night, apprehensively waiting for what
the following day would bring.
The following morning seemed as normal. Both girls dressing in one of their many
outfits and lazily carrying out their few household tasks.
However just after mid-day Max, true to his word, said to them. "OK. It's time
to undress and get out into the village to allow our young men to prove their
manhood. I'd suggest that you comply entirely with anything they want. They've
been told that your ready to breed."
Max made them undress on the patio of the cabin in front of quite a large
audience of grinning native boys, the eldest being not much older than thirteen.
Finally, blushing in shame and completely bare save the collars and high heeled
sandals, the girls stepped off the boards of the patio onto the hot dusty path
in front of the native boys.
The little savages surveyed the two film stars with their exotic make-up and
perfectly coiffured hair. They stood naked and exposed for the jabbering boys,
not attempting to conceal their small breasts or their swollen wet cunts.
Fawn shuddered slightly with eagerness as one small boy no older than nine ran
his little black hand over her tender labial lips.
She opened her legs to allow the lad to explore her wet inner vagina, gasping
and trembling as his rough probing triggered off a series of sexual explosions
inside her.
As Fawn urged him on she could hear Anne gasping and giving out small 'Uh, uh'
sounds. Glancing across at Anne, Fawn could see that her friend had attracted
four or five of the children. Fawn watched with mounting ardour as the gorgeous
girl, her beautiful face contorted with craving, was rubbing the boy standing
directly in front of her. Her slim white fingers were clutching his small black
penis and frantically stroking it. The boy was no more than nine yet his member
was stiff and erect as he gazed in awe at Anne's small white breasts tipped with
pretty pink nipples.
Squatting swiftly in front of the boy, her thighs parting to bare her wet
slit for him to see, Anne took the boy's small prick into her mouth. Her cheeks
hollowed inwards as she sucked him, her two hands feeling around and grasping
two of the other boy's small erect shafts.
Fawn could feel her own small band of admirers tentatively touching her naked
white flesh. She shivered in delight as one of the boys curiously ran his rough
fingers over her hairless labial lips, allowing them to open and close and
giving them momentary glimpses of her small pink clitoris. He suddenly thrust
his fingers roughly into her well lubricated slit, causing Fawn to gasp with
pain and pleasure.
As her legs buckled and straightened in rhythm with the youth's lunges Fawn saw
that Anne was now on her knees, one of the boys fucking her from the rear
whilst the others were waiting patiently for their turn. She was still
industriously sucking one of the other boys hard black prick, traces of semen
running down her peach coloured cheeks.
Fawn immediately knelt down and bent over. She took hold of the penis of the boy
who was fingering her and introduced it to her bare backside. She drew a sharp
inward breath as he mistakenly pushed his small slim prick into the hollow of
her anus. Feeling behind her Fawn pulled his cock out of the tight hole and
reintroduced it to her slippery cunt. She felt her stomach muscles contracting
as she tried to suck the little lads slim member further inside herself.
'This shouldn't be happening' she thought crazily. 'Me. The Worlds Most
Desirable Woman allowing some fucking little aborigine to screw me and loving
it'. It finally dawned on her that Anne and herself were being fed something,
but she was too far gone to care about it.
First one then another of the boys mounted and fucked both girls as the long
afternoon went by. Fawn's desire never waned. Her ardour in fact increased as
she was mounted by a succession of scruffy native boys. Anne seemed to be of the
same mind, screaming and sobbing in turn as she was fucked and buggered
alternately. The boys seemed to like pushing their small pricks into Anne's ass
and eventually Fawn allowed them to do the same to her. She refined the
technique, sitting on one boys hard little penis while another pushed his into
her cunt from the front.
'What a fucking scoop this would be for the tabloids' she thought. 'Fawn
Sinclair and Anne Rogers getting fucked rotten by a succession of dirty little
savages. Especially this human sandwich'. Fawn thrust her body down onto the two
boys, sobbing with frustration.
This situation went on for days. The days turned into weeks and still the two
girls were used as breeding machines, getting fucked long and hard every day by
the young males of the tribe.
Both Fawn and Anne knew that Max's breeding policy was working as they'd
discovered to their chagrin that they were both pregnant. At first when they
both discovered their condition, both girls were utterly repulsed by their
pregnancies. Neither of them were cut out to be natural mothers. Their to date
utterly self-indulgent lifestyles and the glamourous mass adoration they'd
gotten used to, left both girls totally devastated by the body destroying
symptoms they were now undergoing.
'My God!" Fawn thought in horror. 'Not only is it going to totally despoil my
pretty figure. It belongs to God knows who. It could be any of these little...
little... niggers!!!" All of Fawn's socially acceptable, liberal manners were
now forgotten as she came to terms with the horrible situation, the small
developing foetus lying malevolently in her distended belly like an unwanted
little black alien.
The discovery had come to both girls after what must have been a couple of
months constant sexual abuse by the boys and youths of the tribe. It had to be
called sexual abuse thought Fawn, as they must have been given some form of
drug. Neither of them were ever as desperate so as to continually seek
gratification from these unwashed savages. Not one of the little bastards much
over twelve either.
Strangely the fact that the girls had missed their menstruation periods was
treated by them quite lightly after awhile. They had come to fatalistically
resign themselves to the reality that they would be in the situation they were
in for months, and even years. Sheer survival pointed up to them that they had
to conform with the tribes lifestyle and try somehow to surface on top.
They didn't tell Max at first, not seeing any advantage in the situation, and
everything in their now very restricted lives came down to the mental gymnastics
of 'advantage' and 'disadvantage', like a game of tennis applied to a very real,
and ghastly situation. After they were well into their fifth month of pregnancy
however it became pretty apparent.
Fawn was getting dressed one morning, the mornings being the time that Max still
allowed them to do this, and found that she was having great difficulty getting
into her skirt. Max suddenly came into their bedroom.
"Just a minute" he said as Fawn tried to hide her struggle from him. "Drop that
skirt."
She allowed the skirt to fall to her ankles and stood in front of Max in her
brassiere and panties. She resigned herself to the fact that he would quickly
diagnose her condition.
Fawn looked down at the sight Max was now eyeing. Her tummy was visibly swollen
below the cups of her embroidered lacy brassiere and protruding out over the
elastic top of her delicate pink knickers.
Max looked at her silently. "Well Fawn?" he said questioningly. "Push them
down."
Fawn slid the panties off her distended stomach, pushing them half way down her
thighs and letting them rest there. Without waiting for any further instructions
from Max, Fawn opened her legs slightly to restrict them from slipping down any
more.
Glancing down at herself once more Fawn was disturbed to discover that her belly
button was showing increasing signs of protrusion, sticking out from her abdomen
in what she thought was an unsightly and slightly grotesque fashion. The wet
orifice between her legs was also gaping more than before, throbbing under his
studied scrutiny.
At that moment Anne walked in from the makeshift shower, a white towel wrapped
round her. She stopped and gazed at the tableau and Max reached out and whisked
the towel away from her.
"Much the same condition I see" he remarked, taking in Anne's swelling stomach
and developing breasts. "Take your tits out" he said, directing this instruction
to Fawn.
Fawn scooped the burgeoning breasts out of her dainty brassiere, the aureoles
now turning brown were larger, and her nipples more sensitive and distended.
"It's time for you two finally to become part of the tribe" Max said, undoing
the dog collars from around their necks.
Unsure of the advantages or disadvantages the girls resigned themselves to this
new direction.
With the now weary fatalism born out of their captivity and subsequent
dependence, Fawn and Anne dully listened as Max explained what would now be
expected of them.
"From now on you'll do as the tribeswomen do. You'll not be wearing any clothes.
You will be shaved completely bald and decorated as the tribeswomen, none of
your western make-up. You'll carry out the women's work and obey the males at
all times. You will be shaved and initiated today. Is that understood?."
Digesting this fresh information the two of them nodded helplessly, tears
flooding both their eyes. They faced at least the near future with the natives,
and had pragmatically decided between themselves, to make the best of the
situation.
Max had Fawn take off her brassiere and panties. Fawn did so with reluctant
regret, not knowing when she'd ever be able to dress again.
He then had the two of them squat naked in front of him while he took a razor
sharp hunting knife and proceeded to hack their beautiful hair off.
Fawn was first. In a broken, but still sevicable mirror salvaged from the
aircraft wreakage, Fawn looked on in despair as Max hacked off her sumptuous
long dark brown hair.
After chopping off the longest of her hair, leaving Fawn with a very short crew
cut, he honed the knife on a leather belt.
Fawn gazed into the broken mirror with tear streaked cheeks as Max lathered the
stubble and carefully shaved her skull clean. He inspected Fawn's completely
bald head on completion and briskly rubbed an oily compound over the smooth
results.
"This isn't a depilatory oil" Max explained. "I had it analysed in New York and
was told it's more of an inhibitor. Anyway it's what the tribeswomen use to
prevent their hair growing again. You'll use it every two or three days."
When he'd finished with Fawn he repeated the process with Anne and the two bald
girls tearfully examined themselves when he'd done.
Now that all their hair was shorn it made the girls appear doubly vulnerable and
bare. Since the time they'd crashed the two had caught the blazing sun. After
initially burning, their fair skins had tanned a deep brown, now shockingly
contrasting their white skulls as though they had close cropped platinum hair.
Sobbing bitterly, the tearful pair hugged each other, their growing plump
stomachs pressed comfortingly against each other as their small hands clutched
each others naked buttocks. Anne clawing at Fawn's bare cheeks as if she were
drowning, and Fawn heaving with belly and tit jiggling sobs.
Separating the pair, Max made each one sit in front of him again as he skilfully
applied the long lasting body paint to their tear streaked faces and blossoming
bodies. He gave special emphasis to the intricate designs on their newly
swelling breasts and tummies.
The girls again inspected themselves in the salvaged mirror when he'd finished,
quite shocked with the effect the tattoos had of making them appear very much
like the native girls.
He'd extended the painted tattoos over the pale whiteness of their bare skulls,
covering the newly exposed baldness quite effectively...
Max had more shocks in store for the two. The very same day they had to go with
the rest of the tribeswomen into the fields a little way removed from the
encampment. There, to Fawn's amazement, they were employed weeding and
cultivating plants, some of which Fawn recognized as various types of drugs,
marijuana, cannabis, and the ubiquitous common wild poppy, the source of heroin
and cocaine.
It was backbreaking work that the two had never been subjected to before. Day in
and day out the girls worked under the scorching sun, their skins becoming
indistinguishable from the tribeswomen, and their once beautifully kept hands
becoming hard and calloused, their elegant fingernails breaking off to the quick
and ingrained with dirt. They became too tired to bother about the petty
vanities that had preoccupied them, when they had the whole world admiring their
loveliness.
Deprived of even the concession of their shoes, the girls feet hardened to
withstand the rocky, sandy ground they trekked daily. Sheer necessity obliged
them to quickly learn more than just the rudiments of the native tongue and soon
they found themselves conversing reasonably fluently with the other women.
As the weeks passed Fawn noticed her belly was growing at an alarming rate. She
kept checking her enormous paunch with dismay, noticing that Anne was in much
the same condition. Their tattooed breasts were by now swollen with milk and
were lactating freely as they laboured in the fields.
Although they didn't sleep in the main village, they no longer slept in their
room in Max's cabin. Max now had them sleeping under the front porch, much like
the village dogs Fawn reflected bitterly.
One evening after a particularly gruelling day, the girls were crawling tiredly
under the stoop when Max once more noticed their advanced gravid condition.
Although they had about two months to go, both girls were gigantic. Their milk
filled breasts now drooped down on each side of their rib cages, lacteal fluid
discharging from their large brown stiffened nipples each time the insides of
their arms brushed against them.
Max could hardly believe they were the same two glamorous stars who were the
fantasy of men all round the globe. He made them pose and stand in front of him
while he carried out a closer inspection. Fawn and Anne stood fearfully as he
looked at the huge protuberance each of them thrust out obscenely in front of
them. Max made them take hold of their bulging fat tummies and hold them up for
his inspection.
Holding out her huge belly Fawn noticed that both Anne and herself had lost the
neat little belly buttons they once had. What had replaced them were ugly things
that stuck out from their ballooning paunches like small thumbs. She saw also
that Anne's vagina like her own was wet and prominent, protruding out below
Anne's swollen stomach, her glistening clitoris couched by two outstanding
labial lips. Gone were the taut shaven little clefts the girls once had. They'd
taken to applying the inhibiting oil to their pubic mounds and armpits, leaving
these areas like the tribeswomen, unnaturally naked of hair, gaping open,
glistening, and constantly available. It was the ultimate wet dream of every
hetrosexual man in the Western World who'd ever visited the movies these past
ten years.
They'd obeyed his instructions to apply the oil to their bald skulls which now
gleamed with a natural nakedness only broken by the tattoos Max renewed on a
weekly basis. Their large tits sagged down on either side in a classic third
world fashion, seen on all the documentaries that featured constantly on the
natural world channels. They seeped liquid freely as they nakedly trembled under
his keen scrutiny. Their dainty little pink nipples were now large and distended
and, where the crude paintwork of the tattoos didn't cover, could be discerned
large brown aureoles surrounding the leaking tips.
Fawn was only half aware that she had started to urinate for fear of even
harsher work that he may mete out to them. The pee streamed down her dark brown
legs to gather in the dust under her hardened feet. Both of them now had come to
the tribeswomen's attitude of urinating where they stood, saving only defecation
to be carried out in privacy. They were, to all intents and purposes, virtually
indistinguishable from the other downtrodden women of the tribe.
Max decided to humiliate them even further, ensuring his power over their lives
would be unquestioned by them.
"Stand out there on the patio where everyone can see you" he commanded them
craftily, disappearing into the cabin to re-emerge with some of their former
wardrobe.
"I'll show you how far away from your Western World you are now" he said,
ordering them to dress in the expensive garments that he'd brought out for them.
When the girls had selected and dressed with some difficulty Max, who by this
time had produced the inevitable video camera and had summonsed other members of
the tribe to view them with amusement, made them put on a show at his directions
for the small group.
Max possessed an ancient wind up record player, and he made the two girls dance
together to old 1940s vintage records, much to the amusement of the small,
laughing and jeering audience.
Fawn was made to embrace Anne and teeter about on the large patio on her
unaccustomed high heels. Both Fawn and Anne's feet had become much broader and
they'd had to select strap over high heeled sandals to accommodate them. Fawn
had chosen an elasticised top grey skirt, (none of the dresses fitted her), with
a grey jacket over a white blouse. She'd managed to button the blouse with some
difficulty. Max had made them wear wigs and put on cosmetics.
Fawn looked into Anne's beautiful face. Anne's china blue eyes looked tearfully
back at Fawn, dark green eye-shadow incongruously contrasting the crude tattoos
that covered most of her face and body. Her lips, like Fawn's, were painted with
a light crimson gloss lipstick and were trembling mostly with fear. There was
however a growing feeling of lust, as they pressed their fat bellies together.
Anne had managed to pull on one of the larger "shift" dresses from the film sets
wardrobe. The trouble was the dress was so tight over her enlarged stomach that
it pulled the hem at the front out and up, ending at the top of her legs and
revealing the her knickers and garters and nylons that Max had made them wear.
"Caress each other. Kiss each other!" coaxed Max.
Fawn fumbled for Anne's crotch under her large distended tummy, feeling her damp
cunt through the fragile panties. She looked down at Anne's hand clawing Fawn's
own skirt up her trembling legs, and felt her knees buckle as she widened the
tops of her thighs to allow Anne's sweet fingers access to her hot cleft.
Gasping and panting the two girls passionately kissed each other on Max's
orders, Fawn thrusting her eager tongue into Anne's open mouth and sucking
Anne's tongue into her own in return.
"Get each other to urinate" instructed Max, thoroughly enjoying this latest
humiliation he was subjecting the girls to.
"Anne darling" whispered Fawn. "Pee into my hand. If you'll open my slit a
little wider I'll pee into yours."
She felt Anne's fingers push the lips of her vagina wider and she closed her
eyes and felt the hot pee rush from her cunt, splashing Anne's hand and arm. At
the same time she could feel Anne's bladder relax as her own hand was suddenly
warmed by Anne's urine.
They each pissed copiously as they kissed, soaking their panties and nylon
covered legs as the hot urine gathered under their high heeled sandals. The
onlookers were laughing uproariously as the girls ran their hands up and down
each others now fully exposed lower stomachs. The sheer girth of the girls
forced the straps of their garters away from their upper thighs, pushing out the
leg bands of their ridiculously tiny panties and allowing anyone to see their
streaming cunts now gushing out hot liquid.
Max decided that it was at last time for him to finally fuck the pair of them.
Informing Fawn of this he stripped off the few garments that he allowed himself.
He was the only member of the tribe to put any clothes on whatsoever.
Standing naked in front of the two girls he took his large stiff boner in his
hand and stroked it suggestively. Fawn drew her breath in. Since the crash the
girls hadn't been fucked by any of the adult men of the tribe. Just the boys,
two of whom they were now pregnant to. With a thrill of anticipation they stood
docilely, waiting Max's pleasure.
Fawn felt a momentary rush of jealous rage as Max selected Anne for his
ministrations. Fawn after all was the world wide star and felt cheated and
demeaned by Max's choice.
Max ordered Anne to bend over in front of him. In what Fawn regarded as a cow
like manner Anne obeyed him, bracing her legs apart as she waited eagerly for
him.
At Max's direction, Fawn was then made to pull Anne's dress up at the back,
revealing Anne's soaking wet panties clinging to her quivering buttocks. Fawn
then took hold of the elastic waistband of the panties and pulled them down to
Anne's knees.
"Tell Fawn you want her to put my prick into your ass Anne" Max commanded.
Frantically massaging her burgeoning breasts through the thin dress and
brassiere Anne whimpered to Fawn, "Please Fawn. Do as he asks. Put his prick
into my anus" Anne gasped, reaching behind her with both hands and pulling apart
the cheeks of her behind.
Reluctantly and enviously taking Max's engorged penis between her thumb and two
fingers Fawn led it to the small puckered hole of Anne's ass. Feeling the organ
throbbing under her touch she pushed gently at the tight opening. With a sudden
thrust Max rammed the stiff member into Anne's asshole, making Anne scream aloud
in pain and excitement.
Anne's knees buckled and straightened as Max thrust in and out of her, building
to a heart stopping climax. Before this event occured, Max ordered Fawn to pull
his member out and transfer it to Anne's cunt.
"C'mon... C'mon Fawn. Shove it in my cunt now... now... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh..."
Trembling and panting Anne waited impatiently whilst Fawn introduced Max's prick
to her soaking wet vagina. Fawn slyly touched Anne's glutinous inner lips making
Anne gasp, before pushing Max's rampant cock into her friend.
"Ooooh... Ooooh... Ugh... H... How... f... fucking beautiful... Uh... Uh...
Uh..." panted Anne, totally lost in the hedonistic pleasure of the act.
Looking at the two of them buckling and panting Fawn thought that Anne looked
rather like a fat sow being serviced by a frantic wart hog. It was unfair she
knew, as she was in much the same condition as her friend. Fawn's fingers
slipped into her seeping gash as she frantically frigged herself, her slimy
digits giving her a series of small orgasms, and her bloated body quivering and
trembling all over...
The rutting pair came to an explosive pinnacle of lust, Anne screaming in
ecstasy and Max letting the breath whoosh out of his mouth as he pumped semen
into Anne's swollen, oozing slit.
After a minute or two Max instructed a crestfallen Fawn to kneel on the floor in
front of him. Easing down to her knees Fawn found herself looking with dull,
yearning eyes at Max's now lifeless penis. It was thick with sticky juices from
Anne's cunt.
"Suck it clean bitch" snapped Max. "Suck it clean and get me hard again. I told
you I'd fuck the pair of you and that's what I'm going to do. Take that fucking
wig off. I want the true black bitch I've created. I want you to get that other
bitch's come all over your fucking face and then tell me how much you love it.
Tell me how low you've sunk, and what a slut you enjoy being. Do you understand
Fawn?"
Dully nodding her reluctant agreement, Fawn slowly removed the wig and bared her
baldness for him, She submissively touched her crimsoned lips to his small
soaking prick, allowing Anne's sticky lubricant to smear her lips and face. Fawn
then took Max's wet cock into her pretty mouth and sucked the rest off, allowing
the bland, slightly salty tasting juices to slip down her throat.
When Max's organ was cleaned he pulled her head back and looked down into her
wet, come daubed face and remembered the former screen goddess she was.
"Tell me!!!" he demanded.
Wanting desperately to please him Fawn started her monologue, the words she
instinctively knew he wanted to hear.
"Ooh... Max" she breathed seductively. "Why would you want to bother with a
common little cunt like me?. Just fucking look at me." Fawn started to unbutton
the small pearl buttons of the white nylon blouse, knowing instinctively that
Max wanted her to denigrate herself, and she'd do her best to do that and more.
"Look at all the bitch-spunk on my face Max" Fawn went on, licking her
glistening crimson lips. "It's yours mixed with Anne's and I just love it. Just
look how my fucking udders have grown. Grotesque aren't they?" Fawn slipped her
hands into the dainty cups of the brassiere, scarcely containing her ponderous
bosom. She pulled her bare tits out and laid them over the top of her brassiere,
they drooped heavily each side of her breast bone.
She squeezed them gently, her hands cradling each hefty bust, and several jets
of milk shot out from them.
"Ooh... Max. I'm nothing but a cow you milk. Look at me. The most beautiful
fucking woman in the world I was voted. Now I'm just a fat pregnant cow licking
that cunt's juice off your cock. If we ever make it back to civilization you've
only got to call and I'll yank my fucking tits out and pull my fucking knickers
off for you. I'll do it in front of everybody for you.... Ooooh... Max... Max...
Mmmmmmm"
With shaking hands Fawn slipped the elastic waistband of her skirt down over her
swelling belly, baring the gross fat bulk for him to see.
"There you are Max. You said you needed new breeding cows to introduce new
blood. Look what I and that other fucking sow has done for you. As soon as we
drop these fucking bastards you can tie us up in front of the whole village with
our asses in the air, and everybody can fuck us till we drop for another fucking
kid. We don't mind Max darling. We want to be fucked time after time till we've
bred a whole tribe of our bastards for you."
Max made Fawn assume a dog like crouch on all fours in front of him. She made a
strangely erotic sight, her gross belly nearly touching the floor and her large
oozing breasts swinging out and away from her.
Max then told Anne to perform the same duty that Fawn had done earlier. Fawn
waited in anticipation as she felt Anne's small hands ease the waistband of her
skirt off her backside and down to her knees, gathering her soaking knickers on
the way and baring her quivering fat buttocks for them all to see.
She then felt Anne's thumb and forefinger part the cheeks of her ass to reveal
her small anus. Feeling Anne's other hand introducing Max's now enlarged penis
to the hole she braced herself in trembling anticipation.
"Yes... Yes... Yesss Oooooooo... Uh... Uh... Ugh..." she exploded, as Max thrust
his member into her small asshole. The pain was intense but the masochistic
pleasure overrode it. Max buckled in and out of Fawn's burning aperture till she
thought she'd faint.
Fawn was knelt facing the clearing in front of the patio, affording her a view
of the onlookers that Max had gathered for this exhibition. Through tear
streaked eyes Fawn watched them as a young boy, no more than five years of age,
gazed in fascination at her. He looked, in what Fawn thought was innocent
wonder, at her plump swinging breasts bursting white liquid out with each
movement. Fawn saw to her horror that he was fingering his genitalia in a very
adult fashion. She'd now become the sexual fantasy of babies she thought
despairingly but, out of a driving compunction, she stared back at him
lasciviously, her pink tongue darting in and out of her mouth as she slowly
licked her lips suggestively.
Anne's body suddenly cut off her view of the boy. Anne had pulled the dress up
over her enormous stomach again and had taken her knickers entirely off. Fawn
could see that Max's semen was running quite freely out of Anne's cunt and down
her thighs.
As Max transferred his prick from Fawn's ass to her willing vagina, Fawn pulled
Anne's bloated body in to her, holding the cheeks of Anne's backside whilst
sucking and slurping every bit of the semen from her slit and thighs.
Max exploded to another climax as Fawn probed her tongue deep into Anne's
vagina. When Max and Fawn wearily uncoupled the onlookers wandered away, quite
happy now the tribe possessed two court jesters for their entertainment.
The reward for that evenings entertainment, if reward it could be called, was
that till the birth of the two embryos, Fawn and Anne were to be employed in the
natives equivalent of a nursery as wet nurses to the tribes squalling, unwashed
brood, and there must have been thirty or forty of them.
What a come down for the two beauties. 'It would've made a bad porno movie'
thought Fawn, laughing a little shrilly as she faced the world with defeated
resignation...
To be continued...
