Chapter Five.
The rickety old vessel had been built at the turn of the century. The boiler
room was unbelievable. It was the old, coal fired type and the two girls were
consigned to the bowels of the boiler room. Kevin explained in pidgin English
that they'd be expected to work and sleep down there. "No go up to deck" he
painfully enunciated to the two girls. "No mix with white missy and masters.
Understand?" The two girls nodded mutely and settled down on the rough sacks
he'd provided, resigning themselves to another period of slave labour.
The weeks that followed were nothing but hard work and sleep for them. The
constant pall of coal dust settled on their sweat streaked black skins,
darkening them even further with a dull matt sheen that was constantly with
them.
Conserving a little of the drinking water they were allowed, the girls could
clean their teeth with the coal dust, (Anne had read in the Readers Digest that
this was very effective). This proved very efficient in removing the red betel
nut stains from their teeth. However there wasn't sufficient water to cleanse
themselves so they had to remain coated in the coal dust.
The toilet facilities were equally as crude, being merely a sort of can in the
corner that let directly out to the sea. The girls found they had to both
urinate and defecate in full view of Kevin the chief stoker on many an occasion.
He didn't seem to pay them any attention when they were on the can, thinking of
them only as native women.
Although Fawn and Anne weren't allowed on deck they were aware of frequent port
calls. At every port they took on tons more coal, choking up the girls lungs and
clogging their pores.
Strangely enough, their general health didn't seem to deteriorate. Both girls
were in the final two months of pregnancy and it showed. Their fat black tummies
ballooned out in front of them, crowned by protuberant belly buttons. Their
thickened waistlines led unnoticeably into their fattened backsides whilst their
plump black breasts still wept lacteal fluid. They'd been sucking each other off
for weeks to relieve the pressure.
It was then that their true identity was discovered. It was quite by accident
when Kevin was power hosing the fresh water pipes through that the hose slipped
and the jet caught Anne's right leg. To Anne's surprise and immediate
consternation about their safety, a pure white leg showed underneath the layers
of coal dust.
Instantly alerted, Kevin shouted for Fawn to get up off the sacking she was
sleeping on. Herding the two together, Kevin turned the power hose on them both.
They huddled together in fear as slowly but surely the layers of coal dust
rinsed away revealing their pure white bodies underneath. They were just as
shocked as Kevin when their true colour was exposed. They were also very
frightened.
The slow realisation was dawning in Kevin. He'd had the two missing film stars
right here in his boiler room all along,... naked.
He hosed their hair down and made them wash it with a block of scented soap he
dug out. Rinsing it off he confirmed what he suspected. This was Fawn Sinclair
and Anne Rodgers, their now straight dark hair falling away and framing their
beautiful terrified faces.
"P... please don't tell s... sir!" whispered Fawn tremulously. "T... they've
come to kill us. Please Kevin. It's something to do with the studios insurance.
They never intended to rescue us."
Kevin couldn't get over it. He looked at the two tearful girls in front of him,
now white and vulnerable. He ran his eyes down their bulky bodies. Fawn was the
bigger of the two, her huge white tummy jutting out in front of her shadowing an
extraordinarily hairy vagina. Her large white breasts were drooping down on
either side of her rib cage much as Anne's were, and both girls distended
nipples were surrounded by huge dark aureoles as a result of extended suckling.
He thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Looking at Fawn's drooping sac's oozing
milk, he could feel himself hardening as she gazed in tearful and utterly
delightful appeal at him.
"Oooh please Kevin" put in Anne. "Please don't give us away. We'll do anything
for you." She'd not failed to notice Kevin's obvious, drooling excitement at the
sight of them now revealed without the coal dust and black skins.
Anne pushed out her fat belly suggestively and ran her hands slowly over the
taut stretched white skin. "We're on this ship for a good long time. Just think
Kevin, the next baby in here could be all yours. Don't forget who I... who we
are. We're the famous film stars. Many men would kill for your place. All you've
got to do is to keep quiet about us. I know we're big and fat now, but that'll
soon be over. Then we'll be nice and slim for you. Just think about it. Fawn
Sinclair and Anne Reynolds, naked and willing for you anytime!" she crooned
seductively.
Kevin watched entranced as Anne ran one hand under the fat bulk of her tummy,
teasing her fingers through the thick bush surrounding her vagina whilst rubbing
the other one across both drooping milk filled tits, causing them to spray small
jets of fluid from the large rigid nipples.
Ever anxious to please him and aware of their drenched, bedraggled appearance,
Fawn urgently asked Kevin to bring their two chests to the boiler room. "I saw
Max loading them and they've got all our cosmetics in them. There's also lots of
sexy clothes in there" she urged desperately.
"I could get myself in deep shit for that" he muttered weakly. "If I help you,
you've both got to promise that you'll carry on stoking the boilers, and keep
well below decks."
They both nodded an eager assent and he allowed them the unheard of luxury of
using his hot water bath as he went to retrieve the trunks. The two girls
cleansed themselves thoroughly, marvelling at the almost complete way they'd
regained their original skin pigmentation and hair texture, the long straight
auburn tresses of both girls drying to a glossy sheen.
Pink and glowing from the bath and brisk towelling, the two naked girls watched
with anticipation as Kevin hauled the large heavy trunks down the narrow iron
ladder and into the boiler room.
They both fell onto the trunks, giggling and excited as they put on their
make-up for the first time in months. They looked wonderful. Looking at each
other and giggling in nervous expectation they arranged each others hair in the
smart styles they customarily adopted.
From the trunk they took the only panties that would fit them, pale pink French
knickers trimmed with white lace. They were pleated at the waist, allow their
large tummy's to become accommodated by them. None of the dresses or skirts
would fit them so they slipped on some high-heeled sandals to parade about in
front of Kevin.
Feverish with excitement, he watched as the two famous stars both came and stood
submissively in front of him, their huge silk covered tummies thrusting out in
front of them. Fawn was fondling the smooth slickness of her panties, running
her trembling fingers down over her bulging belly to the burning slit between
her legs.
"Ooooh... we'll have to adapt some of these clothes to excite Kevin won't we
Anne darling?. We'll have to let him fuck us in so many ways. He'll protect his
little Fawn and Anne won't he?"
All the while Fawn was backing into the only chair in the boiler room. It was an
old-fashioned cane chair and she sat down in front of Kevin still massaging her
vagina through the silk gusset of her panties. Draping her legs over each arm,
Fawn's beautiful crimsoned mouth opened slightly in a pout of passion as she
panted at the thoroughly aroused seaman.
"Do you want to see my cunt now that you know who I am Kevin?. Would you like to
think that this was your baby in my tummy?. It can be you know. The next one
could be yours. Anne and I can't get enough of it now can we Anne?" she purred
seductively, now unnaturally aroused herself.
She slowly drew the silk covering to one side to bare a visibly pulsating wet
and hairy slit. Her huge stomach loomed up in front of her like a balloon as she
pulled apart the lips of her cunt, a hand on each side, showing him the
glistening pink insides and the sensitive clitoris sticking out from the centre.
Meanwhile Anne had moved to his side, her newly applied perfume overpowering him
as she slid a cool hand under the waistband of his trousers. Worming her cool
little hand down, she took hold of his hot erect penis and gently caressed it,
unzipping him with her other hand and pulling the trousers away at the front.
"Ooooh... Fawn" she breathed. "Look at the size of Kevin. Wouldn't you like this
pushed up inside you?."
"Yes.... Yessss" gasped Fawn, now stickily messing her fingers up with the
freely flowing juices from her excited cunt as she rubbed faster and faster.
She'd pushed the large silk knickers down to the tops of her thighs and they
were held taut by her wide opened legs.
"Isn't Anne sweet Kevin? Isn't she pretty? Look at her floppy tits. They used to
be the prettiest in Hollywood. Now they're like mine, all bloated and full of
Mommy's milk." Fawn squeezed milk out of her itching nipples to illustrate the
point.
"You like that though don't you?. You like our big fat bellies full of baby too,
don't you?. As soon as we've dropped these I want to be fucked and fucked till
I've got another one. It could be yours Kevin. I want you to make me pregnant
again. Will you let Anne put your prick inside me?."
She'd got off the rickety chair by now and was looking down at her wide open
slit, pushing the fat bulk of her jutting tummy to one side with her forearms as
she pulled the lips of her vagina wide, the pale pink panties a straining band
at the top of her plump thighs.
She half shuffled across to Kevin and Anne, awkwardly holding her cunt open as
she teetered on the now unaccustomed high heels. When she reached them she
pressed her portly white tummy against Anne's. She kissed Anne lingeringly on
the lips as Anne's other hand lightly caressed her corpulent abdomen.
The two beautiful girls looked into each others eyes as Anne whispered
feverishly at her fellow film star.
"Ooooh... Fawn darling. Push your cunt out and I'll guide Kevin into you."
As Fawn pushed out her hairy slit, Anne gently pulled Kevin's penis over to it
and introduced it to the wet pink mouth. Easing the hard shaft slowly into her
friend's velvet sheath Anne gazed in enchanted fascination as Fawn, oozing slimy
fluids, enveloped the rigid member.
With her small hand now trapped between their thrusting hairy lower bodies, Anne
turned Kevin's face to her own and opened her crimson mouth wide. She kissed him
deeply, feeling his hand sliding her own knickers to the cheeks of her plump
bottom and groping down the cleft till his fingers found the tight puckered hole
of her anus.
She gasped and widened her legs, urging him with demanding, twitching jerks of
her body to push his fingers into her asshole. Shuddering with delight Anne gave
a small scream as Kevin's fingers brutally thrust into the most private part of
her being. She was even more delighted when she felt Fawn's gentle fingers
probing at her hairy vagina, entering her from the front.
The three of them satisfied their various lascivious needs, grouped together in
a small circle as they fingered and thrust away at each other with loud gasps
and groans. Both Anne and Fawn felt their knickers sliding down their legs to
end in a silken puddle at their feet leaving them naked once again.
Whilst Kevin was adjusting his clothing afterwards, Fawn and Anne embraced each
other, flatly pressing their pregnant bellies together and wildly kissing each
other.
"Right you two" said Kevin brusquely, recovering his wits. "If you want me to
keep quiet you'd better get about stoking again. If anyone comes down here and
finds out your white you're going to be well and truly fucked."
Stepping out of her panties and high heels, Anne picked up a shovel whilst Fawn
took her break on the dirty sacks. Pausing by the makeshift toilet she straddled
it and, surreptitiously looking at Kevin from under her beautifully made up
eyes, she started to urinate copiously. Kevin watched with no small satisfaction
as the gorgeous girl spurted out the contents of her bladder in front of him.
He continued to look lazily on as Anne slaved away with the shovel in front of
the stiflingly hot furnace, sweat pouring liberally down her fat body as the
dense dust that was created, soon completely covered her, settling thickly on
her perspiration slick body and ingraining itself till she was as black as any
of the natives again.
When Fawn's turn came she too was soon behind the anonymity of the blackness and
not a moment too soon, as the steward came down the steps to bring the three
their meals, casting only a cursory glance at the girls.
Kevin's exclusive little sex club remained unthreatened for the moment.
Kevin proved extraordinarily adept over the following few days. Being a seaman,
he'd acquired some uncommon skills, one was being a very good seamstress and he
managed to adapt several of the girls outfits to fit them.
He set aside a special evening three weeks later for the girls to get bathed and
ready for him. They were equally as eager as he was for the coming debauchery.
Kevin settled himself while the girls, giggling and joshing each other, applied
their cosmetics and dressed in his small cabin. When they coyly emerged his
heart began pounding. Looking at their beautiful faces, they were as stunningly
gorgeous as they were in the movies, their make-up and hair was flawless and an
intoxicating perfume drifted over to him as they stood submissively in front of
him, shyly holding each others hands.
Because there was a surplus of good quality black material, Kevin had adapted
two smart black costumes, which the girls now wore with their black high-heeled
shoes.
Their girths were now enormous, their bellies straining against the smart short
black skirts they were wearing.
"Well?" demanded Kevin. "Lift up each others skirts and start playing with each
other."
Anne gave him a slow sultry smile and turned to her friend.
"Do you want me to pull your skirt up Fawn darling?" she enquired sweetly,
running her small white hand over the huge roundness of her own stomach.
Unfortunately both of the girls beautiful nails had long since snapped off with
the hard labouring they'd been forced to do.
"Ooooh yessss pleeeease Anne" cooed Fawn, also turning in to face Anne. "Let's
show Kevin that film stars have the same sexual equipment that ordinary girls
have got. Here darling... Let me show him how pretty you look in your new
knickers and things." Fawn reached down to the hem of Anne's dress and took it
with shaking fingers.
As she tugged up the front of Anne's skirt, Fawn herself was eagerly
anticipating the sight of Anne's beautiful hairy cleft. Fawn got the skirt as
high as the lower half of Anne's ballooning belly, revealing the girls had both
put on flesh coloured nylon stockings secured by white garter-snaps. They'd also
managed to squeeze into some elasticised, lacy white panties. Anne's huge white
gut hung slackly over the low waistband of the knickers and Fawn's shaking hand
went out to it, stroking the profuse dark pubic hair that spread out over the
top of the skimpy garment.
"Oooh fucking hell Fawn" groaned the lovely girl, her eyes closed in ecstasy and
her legs trembling as she spread them. "Feel me. Feel me. Uh... uh... uh... "
She quickly grabbed the back of the skirt and hauled it up with some difficulty
over her plump backside, baring the white, silk clad globes.
"Do you like this Kevin?" Fawn panted, bending over as far as her fat belly
would allow her and probing inside Anne's panties with her fingers. "Do you want
me to pull my skirt up too?" she breathed urgently, reaching behind herself and
inching the tight black skirt up her perfect legs, up past the tops of the
unaccustomed nylon stockings till the garment was stretched to the limit across
her wide pregnant bottom.
Upright in front of Fawn, Anne looked very much like one of the old fashioned
Kelly dolls. A huge expanse of bare white flesh hung over her inadequate panties
that didn't conceal the pubic hair that bushed out from the waistband and the
sides of the legs.
"Pull your fucking udders out then" Kevin crudely ordered the frenzied Anne.
Anne hastily pulled down the low front of the white cotton sweater under the
black suit jacket. She dragged out one swollen mound then the other, baring them
to Kevin's gaze and laying them on top of her high, distended belly. The two
globes were actually trembling like jellies, the large brown tips leaking
lacteal fluid with each involuntary movement.
"Get on your knees whore" commanded Kevin of Fawn, throwing a rough piece of
sacking at her feet.
Fawn lowered herself to the makeshift mat with some difficulty, her sheer bulk
was now making it difficult for the poor girl to manoeuvre herself easily.
"Now bow down in front of your friend" he commanded.
The bemused but aroused Fawn lowered her head and placed her elbows on the crude
sacking, kow-towing to Anne as her bottom stuck out towards Kevin, revealing her
small blue satin panties. Fawn's bloated tummy was actually touching the floor
as she crouched in front of Anne.
"Pull her skirt up as far as it'll go. Unbutton it and haul it up" Kevin
instructed the flushed Anne. "I want the skirt up and her knickers down" he
added crudely.
Anne leaned over Fawn's back and undid the two buttons and the zip of her skirt.
Straining her own protruding girth she took hold of the hem of the skirt and
tugged it up Fawn's back, the garment slipping easily up as far as the base of
her breasts, uncovering Fawn's huge distended belly hanging down, rather like a
cow's udder with her belly button sticking out resembling a teat.
None of the panties from the trunks would fit the girls, and the waistline of
Fawn's didn't completely cover the globes of her bottom. Anne took hold of the
elasticised waist and pushed it all the way off Fawn's plump behind and down her
thighs. Both girls had put their knickers on under their garter-snaps in order
to keep them up, so Anne could only push them down to the tops of Fawn's nylon
stockings.
"Further" urged Kevin, his trousers now pushed down about his thighs and his
hard penis in his beating hand. "Push them down past her fucking knees."
Gasping and panting with lust and the effort, her full breasts now spraying out
milk, Anne forced Fawn's knickers down, stretching the elastic of the
garter-snaps and trapping the panties under the submissive girls knees. This
left Fawn naked from her breasts down, abjectly presenting her bare quivering
rump to the leering Kevin.
He seemed quite content to lean back in his seat and view this tableau whilst
slowly masturbating himself. After a while Anne asked with an urgent and swiftly
growing insistence.
"Kevin... Kevin... Do you want me to do anything else to her?. Shall I pull my
own knickers down?. We're both ready can't you see? We really, really need it
now. Do you want me to beat her bare bottom?" she whimpered, eyeing Fawn's bare
white butt excitedly.
Fawn was sobbing gently in frustration by now as she furtively fingered the
burning hairy slit between her legs.
Taking the initiative, Anne reached for a cane she'd found amongst the kindling
for the furnace. Raising the whippy implement high, she brought a resounding
blow to Fawn's unprotected bare bottom causing the poor girl to yelp in pain.
After two or three more cutting swipes, Anne put the cane down temporarily and
hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her own knickers, pushing them down her
legs to the fastenings of her garter-snaps. Keeping in mind what Kevin wanted
her to do with Fawn, Anne forced her own stockings down, stretching the elastic
garter-snaps till her panties were below her knees and resting on the top of the
wrinkled nylons.
Undoing the four small buttons on the side of her black skirt, Anne inched it up
off her fat stomach and hauled it up to the base of her weeping breasts, leaving
her also naked from her breasts to her knees.
"My God" Kevin exclaimed. "You two think you're above all other women don't you?
You're both fuck all but filthy sluts aren't you? Standing there like beached
whales with your bellies hung out and your fucking cunts bare"
"Yessss... yessss Kevin!" agreed Anne eagerly, holding up her huge white abdomen
in both hands to display the hairy genitalia below. "We just want to please you
and if you say we're sluts, that's what we are. Look at her grovelling about on
the floor. Such a big star and such a fucking whore. Look at the size of that
ass and that gut. She's just dying to be beaten, aren't you, you fucking fat
cow?"
The abject Fawn just nodded as she continued to massage her cunt, slipping two
fingers inside herself as Anne brought the cane sharply down on her exposed
bottom once again.
As Anne continued to beat the sobbing Fawn, bringing up angry red welts on her
quivering white behind, she persistently kept demanding.
"Tell Kevin what a couple of tramps we are. Tell him how you let that fucking
ape shag you... and how you loved it. Tell him how you piss anywhere in front of
anybody. Tell him how you just squat down and even fucking sit in it you dirty
bitch." Anne laid the cane on with a vengeance as she went on. "Look at me
Kevin. Look at this big fat gut of mine. I know you find it sexy because I've
seen you looking." She heaved her belly up with both hands till it bulged
alarmingly. "There's a black baby in there. I don't know who's it is but the
next one could be yours. Ooooh... Kevin. I want it to be yours. Watch this."
Holding her distended stomach up with one hand, Anne reached under with her
other and spread her fingers each side if the hairy mound. Bowing her legs
outwards and thrusting her pubic area forward she squeezed lightly on either
side. Kevin was amazed to see Anne's cleft open fully as her glistening pink
clitoris emerged from the deeper red lips that surrounded it. The whole raw area
was shining with sticky, slimy moisture and Anne trailed her fingertips through
it whilst an adoring Fawn gently kissed the prominent clitoris with her carmined
lips.
Anne had hauled her gigantic paunch up as far as it would go to allow Kevin to
leer at her genitalia. This had caused her large drooping breasts to sag slackly
on either side of the huge white mound as they freely seeped milky liquid. Her
prominent belly button was popping out almost like a miniature erect penis.
Kevin thought she looked hugely erotic as she dropped her belly and commenced
caning Fawn again, finally discarding the cane as she became exhausted.
He went over and knelt down behind Fawn's red and burning bottom, slipping his
hard penis into her moist slit and savagely slapping it in and out as she
groaned with sheer pleasure and thrust her bare buttocks up to meet him.
"TELL ME... Tell me you'll give me a blow job when you're giving birth" he
demanded of both girls.
"Oooh yes" agreed Anne immediately, whilst Fawn could only nod her agreement as
she approached another shuddering climax.
In fact it was just three weeks later that the girls gave birth within a few
days of each other.
They'd again bathed and dressed up for yet another sex session with Kevin when
Fawn felt the first labour pains.
"It's started and it's going to be quick. My water's started to burst" she
gasped, quickly hauling the tight black skirt up to her waist and tugging the
brief white panties down to her knees where they were again trapped by the
garter straps.
Kevin and Anne looked at Fawn's bared cunt and saw liquid starting to spurt out,
wetting the knickers at her knees and soaking the floor. They hurriedly laid her
down on the rough sacking that constituted the girls bedding and Kevin forced
the panties over her knees and started to fumble with the fastenings of her
nylon stockings.
"Its too late" wailed Fawn, just managing to slip one nylon stocking over her
ankle and spreading her legs wide. "C... come round h... here Kevin and take out
your p... penis... uh... ugh..." She'd not forgotten what he'd asked them to do
for him whilst they were in labour and now felt obligated to protect their true
identity by pleasing him.
Leaving Anne to deal with the delivery, Kevin knelt by Fawn's face as she
scrabbled his zip open and took out the hard and erect penis. Kissing the rigid
shaft lightly with her newly crimsoned lips, Fawn let it rest on their cushion
softness till the next shooting pain hit her.
'The most beautiful woman in the world's' lips moved teasingly under Kevin's
throbbing prick as she whispered and groaned to him. "When the next pain comes
I'll open my mouth and you just push it in. I'll have too much to think about to
do it myself."
At that moment Fawn's fat tummy contracted in the middle and her mouth opened
involuntarily to scream. Kevin swiftly pressed his straining member into the hot
wet orifice, gagging Fawn's cries with a gurgle as she arched her back.
Clamping her lips down over the shaft and making sure she wasn't biting it, Fawn
fought the contractions as she suckled deeply on the pulsating flesh.
Kevin had never been fellated like this before. He saw Fawn's peach coloured
cheeks draw inwards as she sucked with a kind of distracted gluttony on his
engorged flesh. He felt a thrill of ecstasy as the hot spittle in her mouth
surrounded his prick, rubbed in by the frantically squirming tongue that was
slithering quickly over the sensitive gland.
Fawn's draining sucks eased as her contractions temporarily ceased, only to
resume with more vigour as the pain hit her again.
This went on for almost an hour with Kevin spurting semen into her mouth on
three or four occasions, covering her teeth, tongue and the roof of her mouth
with sticky sperm, which she swallowed without thinking.
It was only when the baby was finally delivered squalling by Anne that it was
realised Fawn was giving birth to twins. The second baby was swiftly delivered
followed by an inordinately profuse amount of afterbirth as Fawn lay drained and
sobbing in pain and humiliation in front of both of them.
"Well now... What have we here?" a hated female voice purred from the hatchway.
"If I'm not fucking mistaken its the two fat native bitches. What's the matter
then?. Gone pale with fright have we?." It was Jean, chuckling meanly.
She stood in the hatchway with a satisfied smirk on her beautiful face. "Well
hello Fawn. Hello Anne. Well this is a turn up for the books isn't it?. I know
you've won an Oscar Fawn but this must've been your finest performance. What did
you do?. Black up?. I was fucking completely fooled, but I've got you now!!!!"
She swayed over and stood over the truly mortified and exhausted Fawn, staring
down in fascination at the bloody mess between her legs and gloating. "Showing
your true colours the pair of you" she said, glancing at Anne who was squatting
at Fawn's side, her bulging midriff overhanging the waistband of the brief black
skirt that had ridden up her legs to expose her bare white thighs above the tops
of her nylon stockings. "You're just a big fat slut aren't you?" she said
scathingly.
"Oooh p... please don't kill us Jean" quavered Anne. "We won't come back if you
just leave us alone. You can just carry on as if we were dead."
"Shut up you fucking whore" squealed Jean, incensed that this woman, who'd
witnessed her being raped by the ape and the natives, should be pleading with
her like this. Anne had turned on her high heels to face Jean, her legs akimbo
and her huge paunch resting on her spread, nylon covered knees.
Anne noticed, even through her fear, that Jean was staring directly between her
legs. With a natural instinct for survival, Anne allowed her chubby thighs to
part revealing the thin white band of her panties to the girl.
To Anne's chagrin Jean immediately looked away and ordered Kevin to get both
girls up on deck.
Helping her bleeding friend and carrying the two black baby boys, a trembling
Anne struggled up through the hatchway and out on to the main deck where it
seemed a bossy Jean was assembling the whole crew.
"Well. We've finally found them" she said with obvious satisfaction. "Now it's a
matter of making sure that no one ever finds them again" she added in a lower
tone.
This threw Anne into an immediate fearful panic.
"Ooooh... please Jean" she sobbed. "We promise never to emerge again. No one
will ever see us if you spare us." She cried in abject terror, on her knees and
pleading to Jean.
"Well you'll be relived to hear that, that wasn't what I had in mind for you.
It's something much, much worse than that" Jean informed the girls with distinct
relish. "We're taking you to a privately owned island that you'll never, NEVER
leave."
They later found out that Jean was referring to an island several miles off the
coast of New Guinea that had been purchased outright by a scientist who'd been
nicknamed 'Dr Moreau' by the ships crew. The name had stuck till he was known by
no other name. The girls were to find out to their cost how he'd earned the
grisly nickname.
"Right you two bitches. Let's have the fucking clothes off. As far as I'm
concerned, you're both still fucking boiler room labourers and that's what
you'll do till we get to the island. Fawn can be excused for a couple of days.
That means you'll be doing the extra Anne. I want you both naked at all times on
board this ship. You're fuck all but native labourers as far as I'm concerned."
Jean gloated with pleasure as the two girls abjectly stripped in front of the
whole crew, Anne having to help the exhausted Fawn as the afterbirth slid out of
her, causing sniggers and jeers to emanate from the crew. Tugging her jacket and
blouse off, Anne felt strangely mortified now that the men knew who they were.
She glanced across at her friend who was feebly struggling out of her clothes,
pushing the blood stained skirt down her legs and painfully stripping off her
nylon stockings.
Trying to turn away from the bulk of the men's stares, Anne undid the catch on
the large sized brassiere and released her large drooping breasts. The two huge
white udders lay on top of her bloated paunch, leaking translucent liquid from
her enormous rigid brown nipples. The onlookers murmured their salacious
approval of the girls undressed state as Anne undid the buttons on the side of
her skirt and stepped out of it, kicking off the high-heeled shoes at the same
time.
Finally facing the men dressed in only her brief white panties, garter belt and
stockings, Anne stripped the whole lot down her legs and straightened up in
front of them completely bare again, only this time she wasn't the native they'd
disregarded before. This time she was Anne Rodgers, film star.
She vainly tried to hide her pubic area and her large sagging breasts with her
forearms, but Jean made Anne drop her arms away and grab her bulging belly on
either side to haul it up for the men to get an unrestricted view of her
prominent hairy slit. Anne couldn't help heaving her tummy to one side to look
down at herself. She could see her vagina quite plainly thrusting out through
her pubic hair, the pink lips actually gaping wide and her red clitoris standing
out from the centre. It had become so moist through her enforced exhibitionism
that a small trickle of fluid was coursing down her plump inner thighs. Tears
misted her eyes as she watched Fawn finally struggle off the last of her
garments to lay exhausted and naked in front of the ships crew.
Jean made Anne walk gracelessly up and down in front of the ships company,
literally waddling about now as she heaved her great bulk in front of her, the
bare cheeks of her wide bottom quivered with each step and caused such coarse
comment it made her flush with shame. The miniature wet red lips of the cleft
between her legs, opened and closed like a fish gasping for air with each step
she took. Anne now knew what it was like for Fawn and herself to be complete
slaves to Jean.
Both naked girls were despatched back down into the engine room where Fawn was
allowed a brief two days of rest on the filthy sacking whilst Anne slaved away
feeding the hungry furnaces, sweat streaming down her bloated body as she again
turned black with the clogging coal dust. By the time Fawn had recovered enough,
Anne felt as if she was dying with pain and fatigue.
Max had appropriated the two boys, saying they were members of the tribe. Fawn
saw them twice a day when she had to suckle them, one on each large tit sucking
greedily. No matter how she tried, Fawn couldn't develop any maternal instincts
for the two of them. Luckily for them, both girls were far too egocentric for
that.
Anne was greatly relieved when Fawn was well enough to spell her on the
furnaces. She was beginning to feel the total weariness of the extended
pregnancy till, when her water's broke, it was almost a blessed relief.
When Jean learned of the imminent birth she had Anne transferred to the main
deck and laid out naked for the whole crew to witness the delivery. Fawn was
recruited to return the favour and deliver the child.
The ships crew lounged around as Anne, her legs spread wide and her cunt gaping,
gasped and groaned as Fawn urged her to bear down. The final ignominy was when
Jean had the unfortunate Kevin brought up to the deck. "Well you immoral bitch"
she spat out to the agonised Anne. "You don't make any promises you can't keep.
Take your fucking prick out Kevin and shove it into her mouth!."
Gagging on Kevin's erect penis, Anne grunted and moaned away till she finally
gave birth to a squalling black baby girl. Again Kevin found himself shooting
semen into the girl's mouth during the course of the delivery.
A similar period of time was allowed to her as Fawn had enjoyed before she was
again set to work in the engine room.
Over the next few weeks the girls were worked day and night in shifts, feeding
the roaring furnaces as sweat streamed off them. Apart from the time allowed for
sleeping like the dead, their only other breaks was for meals, which sometimes
didn't come for two or three days.
This regime had a startling effect on them. Their lithe young bodies firmed up
as the fat dropped off. The only part of their bodies that didn't alter was
their breasts, appearing even larger as their weight diminished.
Finally, when the girls felt they couldn't go on any longer, Jean sent orders
down to the engine room that the ship was due to dock at the island in two weeks
time. She was beginning to worry that the two film stars appearances wouldn't be
up to Dr Moreau's standards. He apparently set pretty exhaustive standards for
any of his 'guests' and Jean now set about fulfilling them...
To be continued...