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Dr. Moreau

Chapter 1

THIS TALE OF FANTASY, IS LOOSLY BASED ON THE STORY AND SUSEQUENT FILM OF THE
ISLAND OF DR MOREAU. HOWEVER, THE EVENTS HEREIN, ARE NOTHING AT ALL LIKE THE
ORIGINAL TALE. THE STORY, AS IT UNFOLDS, (IT WILL BE CONTINUED AS I GET INTO
IT), CONTAINS RAPE, NC, SCAT, BDSM, INTERRACIAL, TRANSFORMATION, WS, AND ALL
SORTS OF OTHER NASTIES... THE RACIAL VIEWS HELD BY SOME OF THE CHARACTERS, ARE
NOT MY VIEWS, BUT VIEWS I'VE OBSERVED HELD BY OTHER PEOPLE... IF YOU DON'T LIKE
THE DESCRIPTIVE LIST OF STORY CONTENT, LEAVE NOW, OTHERWISE... READ ON... DON'T
SAY YOU HAVEN'T BEEN WARNED...

Dr. Moreau
4Nick8

Chapter One.



Fawn Sinclair and Anne Rodgers were the only surviving people of the dreadful
plane crash.
They had been flying to Australia from India, via Singapore, when the plane hit
difficulty flying over New Guinea.
After a terrifying series of shocks they had crashed into the dense jungle
below, the film crew, actors and flight staff losing their lives leaving just
Fawn and Anne the sole survivors.
Fawn knew that the privately hired pilot had filed a flight plan that skirted
New Guinea, due to an awkward international situation existing between them and
the western world. This flight plan was not adhered to, due to Fawn's manager
bribing the pilot to over-fly New Guinea as a time saver.
There was therefore no way anyone could have known where the plane had come
down, as radio communications had been the first system to arrest.
Fawn was to star in a film set in Melbourne Australia, with Anne and some of the
dead actors as the back up cast. Fawn was a hot selling American actress who,
till this moment, was riding high.
Now she thought with despair they were down in dense rain forest in an
inhospitable land, 1500 miles long and about 400 to 500 miles wide. What the
hell were they going to do?.
Although Fawn and Anne were nineteen and eighteen respectively, they had both
survived in the hard competitive world of  motion pictures since they were child
stars of eleven years old. They had in inbuilt instinct for self preservation
that was going to be sorely tested from now on.
Ten minutes before the crash, Rick the director, now ex-director of the film,
had told Fawn that the jungles below the plane, were inhabited by tribes of
head-hunters known as the Negritos. This didn't fill Fawn with confidence now
they were down among them.
They salvaged as much as they could from the wreckage, luckily the baggage hold
was almost undamaged.
"Wouldn't you fucking know it" hissed Fawn. "Dozens of pairs of shoes, and every
one of them high heels."  This struck the two girls as hysterically funny and
they clung to one another with nervous laughter.
Several hours then seemed to pass with neither Fawn nor Anne daring to move from
the site, in the vain hope that some message had got through.
Their hopes dwindled with the fall of night, when Anne noticed the trees around
them had taken on the human shapes of tribesmen.







The savages lost no time in overpowering Fawn and Anne. They secured their hands
behind their backs, and physically manhandled them through the dense jungle for
what seemed like hours. It took several of the natives to carry the numerous
bags and trunks that the girls had salvaged.
They eventually arrived at what seemed to be their village, and unceremoniously
dumped their human cargo in front of a large camp fire.
The two girls got their bearings and looked around. They saw two or three
hundred natives, men women and children looking curiously at them.
The whole tribe was as naked as the day they were born, the male warriors
unselfconsciously had their manhood on display, dangling loosely between their
legs. The females were completely bald and appeared to have no bodily hair
whatsoever. They were laughing and jabbing pointed sticks at their captives.
The natives presented, what was at first glance, a very frightening sight. Their
faces and in some cases their whole bodies, were covered in what appeared to be
tattoos. The girls later discovered that it was some kind of long lasting body
dye. Members of both sexes were thus adorned making them appear very
intimidating.
With their hands still tied behind their backs the two girls stood with
difficulty. They were  dishevelled and frightened. Both had dressed in India
prepared for the Australian weather, and both wore dusty lightweight costumes
with nylon stockings and inappropriate high heeled sandals.
The women of the tribe seemed to find them uproariously funny. They prodded and
poked at the girls and derived much amusement from their unusual western
fashions
Fawn felt one of the youngsters feeling at her nylon clad legs and glanced down
in alarm. The child, a young female, was fascinated by the smoothness of her
nylon stockings. As Fawn gazed helplessly the child pushed the thin skirt up her
legs.
Unable to do anything about it Fawn watched as the child forced the skirt up
over her silk clad hips. It came to rest hoisted at her waist revealing her
flimsy underwear for the tribe to snigger at.
Hot tears ran down her face as the laughter and screams from the women and
children deafened her. The young girl was curiously pulling and snapping at the
garter-snaps securing her stockings.
Her attention went to Fawn's blue silk panties, and she ran her small hand over
the smooth front. Fawn closed her knees together as she felt the girls hand pass
to and fro over the vaginal mound under her panties.
The girl's small hand gripped and pinched her upper thigh fiercely till Fawn was
forced to part her legs. Fawn shuddered as the small hand slipped inside the leg
of her knickers to caress her smooth shaven vulva, passing over Fawn's 
sensitive labial lips.
Encouraged by the child's behaviour another child, this time a boy, approached
Anne.
Fawn stared impotently as the other child pushed Anne's skirt up her beautiful
legs till Anne's stockings and garters came into view. The boy pushed the skirt
further up over her hips, exposing Anne's  mint green French knickers.
Anne was sobbing and crying as the youth plunged his hand under the loose leg
band of the panties.
The girl molesting Fawn had now found the hole of her love cleft and was
fingering her clitoris. Fawn discovered to her shame that she was becoming wet.
She knew that it was a combination of the girls manipulation and the sight of
Anne's plight, that brought on her own sexual excitement.
The boy had now discovered how to pull Anne's panties down, and he tugged them
over her creamy white belly to her ankles.
Fawn gazed at her friends bare shaven vagina. With the two of them in the film
business, it was policy to shave away their pubic hair so none showed in risqué
scenes.
The women howled with delight as the boy made Anne step out of her knickers and
threw them to the crowd.
Fawn's knees were bending and trembling as she felt the girl's fingers agitating
her clitoris. She saw the boy's small penis was now erect. He couldn't have been
more than ten, and he was in a state of sexual stimulation at the sight of her
friend's nakedness.
Fawn was also in a state of sexual excitement viewing Anne's degradation. She
felt her own panties being slipped down off her bottom.
Fawn had a sudden overwhelming compulsion to display her wet arousal to these
aborigines, and waited almost impatiently for the girl to strip off her
knickers.
Pulling Fawn's' panties down to her trim ankles the girl made her step out of
them. This Fawn did willingly, spreading her nylon clad legs and baring her
pouting wet cunt for them all to see.
Fawn saw two of the tribes-women  laughing as they tried on the girls panties
Meanwhile Fawn saw that the young boy had inserted his penis into Anne's hole.
Anne was now lying on her back and screaming. The boy came quickly and withdrew
from Anne's vagina, leaving her sobbing and gasping. Her  legs were spread wide
and his semen was dripping from her bared slit.
Fawn found the sight wildly erotic and started to gasp herself.
It was then that the men of the tribe returned and dragged the girls away to a
lone tree out of sight of the village. Another large fire was built there
shedding light on the scene  Fawn saw two vine like ropes hanging from one of
the branches of the tree.
With their skirts jammed around their waists, the girls were forced under the
ropes.
Anne was made to kneel whilst Fawn stood and watched.
The men attached one of the ropes to her bound wrists and yanked it tight over
the branch, causing the sobbing Anne to pitch forward, thrusting her bare
backside upwards.
He then forced Anne's knees wide apart, and jammed a hollow cane in between them
with a thin rope running through it. This he bound round her knees on either
side opening wide the cheeks of Anne's bottom.
Anne remained weeping in this position as Fawn was made to kneel alongside her.
Fawn was made to open her knees as they secured another cane between them and
yanked her arms up.
The two girls looked at each other, their faces almost touching and their
posteriors naked and vulnerable. Fawn could feel the eyes of the tribe examining
her nakedness, a cool breeze playing around her bared backside.
They heard sounds behind them and Anne gasped "I'm being fucked again."  Sure
enough one of the native men was inserting his member into Anne.
Fawn moved her face across and gently kissed Anne on the lips to comfort her.
"Ooh Fawn" cried Anne. "Kiss me again. Keep on kissing me. Take my mind off
this... this... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh..."
Fawn continued kissing Anne as she felt her own bottom being invaded. This went
on for what seemed like hours. Sometimes the men missed Fawn's vagina, thrusting
painfully into her anus. Even then Fawn climaxed several times as they were
group raped.
They were then left in this undignified position till daybreak, Anne crying
whilst Fawn kissed her consolingly.







The morning saw the two young ladies in the same position, arms aching and their
two white bottoms jutting up into the air.
"Well, well. What have we here?" came a cultured voice. "Two nice white asses
ready to fuck. You're English are you?."
The girls were overwhelmed with relief as they saw a tall black man. He was
stripped to the waist revealing a heavily muscled body. Incongruously he was
carrying a video camera, (throughout the whole time of their enforced
acquaintance the man would film the two girls at whim. The girls would come to
accept this habitual filming as part and parcel of the whole artificial
experience).
"N... No we're American" gasped Anne. "P... please release us. We've been raped
by these horrible people."
"I'm afraid I am one of these 'horrible people' as you so kindly put it" the
voice said. "I've been brought in to translate. I'm the only one of the tribe to
have had any contact with you horrible people in the outside world. You may call
me Maximilian, Max for short. I was in New York a few years ago. I used to be a
crewman on a tanker.
"But you have to release us. I have to p... pee" wailed Anne.
"Then I'm afraid you'll have to pee right here" said Max. It's what's known as
roughing it."
Anne glanced tearfully at Fawn. To encourage her Fawn whispered, "It's OK
darling. I'll do it as well."
Fawn didn't need any urging. She had been waiting to urinate for two or three
hours by this time. She felt her bladder release and the hot gush of her pee hit
the ground. At the same time she heard a gasp as Anne's pee joined Fawn's in a
growing river.
Max stood back watching the two white women with delight. 'What a sight' he
thought. 'Two white women behaving just like the bitches they are'. He looked
between their spread legs as the girls pee splashed onto the ground. Steam was
rising from the increasing pool they were knelt in.
When the flow trickled to a stop, Fawn could feel it soaking through what
remained of her nylons.
"You'll both be pleased to know that I've salvaged all the baggage and trunks.
The wreckage is gone. I've  set fire to it. That means there's no way you're
ever going to get out of here without my help. In your world now that makes me a
very important person to you both, so I'd be as nice to me as possible."
Fawn listened to this rhetoric with a sinking heart. It was no less than she
expected but it did her no good to hear it confirmed.
"Do you know who we are?," she said in a muffled voice, they were still in the
kneeling crouch. "You should get a good reward for us if you can get word out.
We're very famous film actresses and our studio would be very generous."
On hearing this Max released the ropes holding them to the tree. He then cut the
bindings on their wrists and untied the dehumanising canes between their knees.
He examined their faces closely as they stood up shakily and pulled their skirts
down.
Fawn noticed a huge pile of trunks and luggage stacked nearby. The natives had
salvaged the baggage of the whole crew plus the wardrobe for the up-coming film.
"I know you," Max said to Fawn. "Your Fawn Sinclair. I'm afraid I don't know
this other young lady though."
"That's Anne Rodgers. She's also a big star. You should get a lot of money for
us."
Fawn was desperately selling the idea as Max didn't appear too interested. He
looked to be in his late forties and wore a cut off pair of old jeans, as
opposed to the other members of the tribes unashamed nudity.
"I don't think I want to know how much money your worth," said Max. "I've got
everything I need right here in my village."
Resigned to his immediate disinterest in money, Fawn vowed to work on him in
other ways later.
From a small bundle he had brought with him Max produced two leather collars.
They looked remarkably like dog collars to Fawn, and Max beckoned to the girls.
"You have been placed in my charge, luckily for you. Put these round your
necks." In total humiliation, the two film actresses secured the collars around
their necks. Long leads were attached to them which Max took charge of.
"Another thing ladies," he added. "Before I take you back through the village
your going to have to remove your skirts. The only thing that saved your lives
back there, was the fact that you were shaved down there. Only the men in the
tribe are allowed to grow hair. Take them off and I'll carry them."
"What the hell" said Fawn resignedly. They've seen it all. We might as well do
it."
She turned to Anne and presented her hip to her to allow Anne to unzip her
skirt.
Anne undid Fawn's skirt and allowed it to fall to the ground. Anne then unzipped
her own skirt and took it off. The two girls were again bared from the waist
down, with just their tattered stockings and high heel on. Fawn supposed they
were lucky they weren't completely naked. If only she had known what was to
come.
Max led the two semi-naked girls through the village, holding the leads dangling
from the two collars. The women and children of the tribe all gathered to laugh
and snigger at this new diversion.







Max led them to a substantial looking cabin on the other side of the village. It
appeared to have several rooms and the luxury of a front porch.
Upon investigation the two were pleased to discover a rudimentary shower. It was
tapped from a small tributary river in an impressively ingenious way. Max
allowed them to use this facility and then sort through their luggage to salvage
their toiletries and clothing.
The girls were to be thankful for the numerous packets of nylon stockings.
Although they couldn't keep out a mosquito bite, they seemed to keep the insects
off their legs altogether.
The food was plentiful but basic, and the only drink available was a kind of
Kava. Max warned them that the tribe used this drink as a kind of aphrodisiac.
They used some kind of tree bark to make it. However it was the only thing
around fit to drink, although it was very alcoholic. (As the months went by the
two would drink nothing but this concoction, becoming addicted as time passed,
their sexual feelings developing drastically)...
Three weeks passed by Fawn's reckoning. The days spent trying to keep cool on
the porch, and the evenings endeavouring to forget about their predicament,
drinking Kava and becoming slightly tipsy. Max watched with interest as both
Fawn and Anne found themselves starting to feel more sensuous and frustrated.
Max enjoyed watching the girls dress up and parade around for him. They had all
the film's extensive wardrobe and he made them dress seductively for him. There
were never any overt sexual moves from Max. He just seemed to enjoy watching.
Fawn was determined to please him as he was their only hope of ever getting back
to civilization.
One stipulation was the collars. Max told them he had brought them back from
Australia along with the long chain leads, with the intention of tethering the
tribes hunting animals. He told the girls they had to wear them at all times.
Whatever it was in the "Kava" Fawn knew that it was making her feel very
lascivious.
One evening, giving Max his usual 'fashion parade' and drinking the stuff, Fawn
caught a fleeting glimpse of just the tops of Anne's stockings. This seemed to
have an electric effect on her.
Anne, who was sitting opposite Fawn, noticed the look and she smiled at her
shyly. Since they had been working together Anne had developed a school-girlish
crush on Fawn, not reciprocated until now.
Anne played on Fawn's obvious desire as the evening wore on. Allowing Fawn long
lingering glimpses of her more intimate areas.
She sat in front of Fawn and allowed her skirt to ride up over the tops of her
nylons, coyly glancing at her friend as she parted her legs.
Fawn could see the narrow band of Anne's panties, barely covering her smooth
shaved vagina. Glancing swiftly at Max, Anne placed her hand on her tummy and
moved the gusset to one side through her thin skirt. Fawn thought she would
explode. Delightful Anne was blatantly baring her wet slit to her. It was
obvious that the Kava was having the same effect on the demure girl.
At Max's urging the two girls danced with each other, Fawn holding Anne close
and feeling her sweet breath on her cheek.
'My God" she thought. 'I can feel the goddamn moisture practically running down
my thighs!'
She held Anne closer and kissed her gently on the mouth.
Anne reacted almost immediately, opening her mouth and sucking Fawn's tongue in.
She then took Fawn's hand and let it rest on her small breast.
Anne pulled her head back and looked lovingly at Fawn. "Strip me naked and fuck
me Fawn darling" she gasped. "Fuck me with your fingers."
Fawn felt Anne's young pliable breast under her hand sending her into a dizzy
ecstasy. She squeezed it cruelly and Anne gasped, looking at Fawn in trusting
adoration.
"Do it" urged Anne desperately. "Do it now. Here in front of Max. Hurt me."
Fawn could see that Anne was frantic for sexual release and decided to tease
her.
She stroked Anne's slightly swelling belly through her smart lightweight skirt.
Anne groaned, her beautiful face contorting in frustration.
Fawn continued to stroke the front of Anne's skirt in a tormenting fashion. "Do
you like that you beautiful bitch?" Fawn said, licking her gorgeous pouting red
lips. "Tell me how much you want me, how you'd like to see my tits and cunt.
Tell me what you would do for me and to me. How you'd like to see me. Come on
Anne god-dammit, tell me."
Anne was panting with desire by now, her knees trembling and buckling.
"Ooh Fawn" gasped Anne. "Can I really see your bare tits and cunt?. I want you
to see and touch mine. I'll do anything for you. I'll be your bitch. Strip me
now in front of Max and I'll do anything for you darling. I'll be as dirty as
you want. I... I...  love you."  She was feverishly rubbing her small breasts
through the thin lacy blouse she had donned for the fashion show.
Fawn was caressing and massaging Anne's tummy through the thin skirt. A small
patch of dampness was showing through as Anne heaved and panted.
"Oh yes" breathed Fawn, her own voice trembling with craving. "You will play
dirty games for me. You recall how we both pissed like two bitches together?."
Wearing the dog collars heightened the feelings in Fawn, that they were just two
bitches in heat.
Anne nodded frantically  "Yes, yes Fawn. Do you want me to do it again?. I will
for you sweetheart."  She was being taken to the limit by Fawn.
"All in good time you bitch. One of these nights I'm going to have you dressed
up really formally with all your make-up on. Then I'll make you stand in front
of an audience and just pee your pants for them all to see" whispered Fawn,
sliding her hand up Anne's quivering legs, the smooth nylon soft to her touch.
Anne shivered in delight at the thought.
Fawn's fingers reached the top of Anne's legs. The leg band was still pulled to
one side, and Fawn lightly touched Anne's wet labia.
"Ooh Fawn" Anne whimpered. "Fuck me. Fuck me please."  She tried to push herself
down on Fawn's fingers but Fawn teasingly withdrew them.
By now she was frantic as Fawn said "If you were willing to let Max watch, you
should let the whole village see you, shouldn't you bitch."
"Yes Fawn" sobbed Anne, now beside herself with passion. "I told you I'd do
anything for you."
"Well I want you to let them all see what a bitch on heat you are" said Fawn.
Yearning to see the desirable Anne deprave herself again.
"Max could you take us out?. She'll piss like bitch on heat in front of the
village. OK Max?." 
"Oh yes" Max replied. He knew this moment had been coming if he waited patiently
enough. The Kava always worked. What Fawn didn't know was that she would also be
performing for them all as well.
Max went outside and got one of the children to gather the rest of the village
together. He then led the two girls out by their collars.
Standing in front of the gathered curious crowd Fawn looked lustfully at Anne
and said. "On your knees bitch."
Anne knelt dutifully in front of Fawn whilst the villagers delighted at this new
diversion.
Fawn thought Anne looked charming, knelt humbly in front of her, her beautiful
face looking adoringly at Fawn.
"Take off your fucking clothes then and let them all see."
"Aren't you going to do it with me?." gasped Anne, now visibly palpitating with
desire.
"All in due course" snapped Fawn, determined to dominate. "Just strip you slut."
Anne's trembling fingers went to the small pearl buttons of her blouse. She
unbuttoned it and slipped it off her creamy shoulders.
A dozen hands went out from the gathered women to grab the item. Anne allowed
one of the women to take it as she fumbled with the catch of her light blue
brassiere. The cups fell away revealing her lovely small breasts tipped with
pale pink nipples.
Her tight wrap around skirt came off next leaving Anne in just high heels,
nylons, panties and garters. Unclipping her garters Anne took off the belt and
skinned her stockings down her legs with difficulty, removing her dainty high
heel at the same time.
Fawn watched as the village women fought over possession of Anne's clothes. "Now
your knickers" she managed to breathe out, pure lust running through her.
Anne, now crying, pushed her knickers over her perfect bottom and down her legs.
Pulling them off her ankles, she knelt naked in front of the crowd.
"Right bitch" said Fawn, taking Anne's lead from Max and leading her to the
nearest tree. Anne crawled on the dusty ground behind her, her little breasts
bobbing and her bare bottom swaying.
"Be a good little bitch and mark out your territory" commanded Fawn.
Anne obediently lifted her leg at the side of the tree. Fawn stood a little to
one side and could see Anne's pink slit widen as she raised her leg. She watched
with growing excitement as a stream of pee rushed out of Anne's shaven cunt,
splashing against the tree and running off into the ground.
Anne  was sobbing with humiliation as she urinated vigorously.
When Anne had dribbled to a stop Fawn said. "What do all good doggies do to the
chief bitch then Anne?. They lick the chief bitches private parts don't they?."
Anne lowered her leg, thankful that at last she could pay homage to the object
of her desire, who the world's press corps had voted 'The Most Beautiful Woman
in the World.'
The villagers, having no comprehension of these Western concepts, just knew Max
had enslaved the girls to the village. The white tribes-women may be
sophisticated, but they didn't know Maximilian and his preparations for breaking
down all inhibitions. They had delighted in his potions for years and he'd
delivered the two white women as promised.
Fawn ordered Anne to crawl across to her. Fawn wore a white sleeveless blouse, a
knee length fifties style flowered skirt, flounced out with stiffened
petticoats, high heeled sandals and stockings.
Fawn looked at Anne's tearful, pretty face staring up at her from her kneeling
position.
"Under my skirt Anne. Under my skirt like the gorgeous little bitch you are."
Anne held Fawn's legs behind her knees and ducked her head under her skirt and
petticoats. Fawn could feel Anne's  hard nipples brushing her legs as she slid
her head up to Fawn's hot vagina.
Fawn went weak at the knees as she felt Anne's hot breath on the front of her
silk panties. The laughing women were just a blur to her as she pressed the
outside of her skirt, holding Anne's head and pressing her lips to her throbbing
cunt.
Her legs trembled as she felt Anne's tongue probing under the leg band of her
knickers. Anxious now to bare herself as Anne was to the grinning savages, Fawn
beckoned to the young boy who had been sexually aroused and fucked Anne on their
first day.
She was panting as he joined her, her legs buckling as she savoured Anne's
probing tongue. Fawn put out a trembling hand and took hold of his semi-erect
penis. Tenderly manipulating his cock, she reached  over Anne's back with her
other hand and parted the cheeks of her bare ass.
Fawn felt for the tight puckered hole of Anne's anus and guided the boys penis
into it  Anne gasped with shock, and her body stiffened at this outrage to her
body.
Fawn watched as the boy buggered Anne, his stiff cock thrusting in and out of
her tight bottom.
"Right Fawn" Max commanded. "The villagers are waiting for you to take off your
clothes. You must understand that, to them, you are both lower than the village
dogs."
"What does that make us?. The village bitches?" inquired Fawn, feeling more
lascivious than she had ever felt before.
She undid the zip on the side of her summer skirt. It slipped down to cover Anne
like a shroud. Hooking her fingers into the elastic waistband of her slip, she
pushed it down to join her skirt.
Anne pulled both garments off Fawn's legs, revealing her lower body with her
panties dragged to one side.
The women of the tribe again fought over the possession of Fawn's apparel as, on
the command of Max, Anne wrenched Fawn's knickers, garter belt and stockings
down her legs.
Fawn slipped out of her shoes as Anne pulled these garments off, leaving Fawn
naked from the waist down. Panting Fawn glanced down at her bare vagina. The
inner pink lips of her labia were jutting out from her wet slit.
The boy was still fucking Anne's bottom as she awkwardly stripped Fawn of her
clothing. Anne found it impossible to reach Fawn's blouse in her kneeling
position so Max ordered Fawn to squat.
Crouching down, Fawn faced Anne, her legs wide apart and her cunt throbbing and
naked. Anne reached out and ripped Fawn's blouse open. In the throes of her
painful debasement Anne clawed at the blouse, ripping it off Fawn's back to
reveal a scanty lime green brassiere.
Feeling the boys spunk entering her anal passage, Anne desperately clutched at
the thin strap between the small cups and ripped it open, spilling Fawn's small
breasts out for all to see.
"And that's the way you'll both be from now on if you're outside the cabin. The
only place you'll put any clothes on, apart from your dog collars, will be
indoors. The villagers will expect you both to be deferential in their presence,
and you'll be just that. If any male of the tribe wants to mount you you'll
comply passively. If any female or child of the tribe wants you to carry out any
task you'll do it. I will allow you both to wear shoes as the ground is deadly
if your not used to it. You will be completely naked apart from that. Understand
this, no one is looking for you. The whole world thinks you died in the crash so
you've got to accept your position here. They're the basic rules you'll have to
live by."
Fawn and Anne listened with dismay and a strange kind of satisfied resignation
to Max. They were now so much under his control that their first desire was to
satisfy him. Their own needs and aspirations were relegated to second place for
them from here on in...

To be continued...



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