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"MISSA!!!" screams a hard Indonesian-accented female voice, echoing over the tall grass of the field.

The huge blonde with the horse dick stands up, her bright eyes filled with horror. She turns, sniffing deeply, and breathing in heavy, deep breaths. Her cock rapidly goes limp and shrinks, and she begins to run like a track star at blinding speed.

Eleanor lays in the grass, gasping for breath from the 7th orgasm this morning. She cums hard, causing a palm full of sperm to suction up her canal and disappear inside her uterus.

Her eyes pop open, as she hears naked feet and boots thunder through the grass around her. Her inner thigh muscles are locked in spasms, but the adrenaline helps her snap into a sitting up position on her knees.

She sees what looks like a muscular, tall, svelte Anglo-Saxon woman with bright tan hair in a lovely bob cut, leap over her as if a hurdle star. The woman is very built and muscular, though svelte and feminine. She lands with a heavy, earth-shaking THUDDD, skidding and running with her hands wide open in a wrestler's grip. She smiles with a lost blood lust, long thick fangs in her mouth. Her lips are black, and her nose looks somewhere between jutting out and flat. As if her nose is from a black-white mixed person, but the rest of her face is European, and she has a sloping backwards almost non-existing chin. Her breasts are firm and perky, but....but.... in her safari shirt, there seem to be bumps down her belly, as if she's wearing child training cups around her stomach.

She squeals with enjoyment, her caramel-colored eyes opened wide. _ "MISSSSAAAAAA!!! C'MON MISSA!!!" _ she laughs.

Another woman, built like a toned track star with a massive butt, thighs, and chest, does a lopsided jog. Her looong blonde hair in a ponytail. She looks white, but... the bottom of her feet look....black? Maybe it's dirt? She looks like she has put brown makeup on her long pointed nose and her upper lip. She opens her mouth in a giddy smile, letting loose a loud, ear-piercing maniacal giggle.

"MOOOM!!! MOM! MOM! MOM!" she screams, jumping up and down like a child. Eleanor looks and wonders literally, "Is she...is she slow? Must be."

Monty appears, a long, odd-looking custom rifle over her shoulder like a kid with a fishing pole.

"WOT?!"

"MOMMY! _ MISSAAA! _"

"Gooood GIRL! Now... Sic."

"YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" the blonde screams, doing a odd loping run, but one that makes her as fast as a track star.

Monty casually paces up, with a rolled blunt in her mouth, smugly smoking the cannabis, as she double checks her rifle. Her curly blonde-red hair hangs down the sides of her soft, feminine face underneath the huge safari hunter's hat on her head. She's shirtless, except for a open shirt full of pockets. She seems like this is usual. Behind her struts a timid looking guy. He looks completely masculine, and strong. Except his demeanor is shy and timid. He's the black guy they saw from before. The guy with the Andaman Islander markings on his body. He looks like he wants to run, but his movements show a crowbar couldn't pry him from being too far from Monty. She blows kush smoke in his face, and he shakes his head. His slightly pink eyes show the second-hand smoke has either knocked him hard, or his tolerance is non-existent. He holds a backpack slung over his shoulder, and pants filled with pockets.

"Y'alright?" Monty mumbles, checking her rifle and stuffing things like throwing darts in it.

Eleanor stares in shock.

_ "Y'ALRIGHT?!" _ she repeats louder, before pulling a drag on her weed.

"Uh uh uh? I....I.......I was...I..."

"You were fuckin'."

"Wha...no...I NEVER!"

Monty nodded her head at the streams and glops of sperm all running down Eleanor's dirty legs, and her dress hiked up. She furiously jerked her white sundress down, wiped the soil and grass from her face and tried to stand up.

"I assure you, girl, that th-"

"Lemme tell ya something, white bitch..." Monty fiddled and clacked her rifle, "...ain't no GIRLS on this island, 'cept you and ya little friends. You got me?"

The tall, slim hourglass bodied Aboriginal woman's light brown eyes lock into Eleanor's with a cold stare. Looking at Monty closer now, Eleanor believes she must easily be in her late 20's. Middle 30's maybe.

".....yes, my apologies."

"My apologies, WHAT?"

"Yes, madam. I apologize, I was out of line."

"You was fuckin'?" The Indonesian accent with the Australian lingo and mannerisms is such a weird mixture for Eleanor to listen to.

"That....whuh.... okay, wait. WAIT!!! WHAT was that?!"

"THAT...was just Missa."

"Who's Missa?"

Monty smiles a sadistic grin, like a kid keeping a secret to themselves. She blows smoke in Eleanor's face, and mumbles with her blunt still locked between her thick, beautiful lips... "One of the doctor's...ehh, HEH!....kids."

She turned to the guy next to her. He must have been about 5'7" tall, and looked nervous as hell.

"Adam, gimme the "night-night." "

"Night-Night?" he mumbled, as if he was struggling with English. Obviously, not his first language. He looked like he was from either Sudan or Nigeria, but his well-defined chin mouth uttered forth a strange accent with a Hindi touch to it.

"Yup."

"Oh Kay." he said with a strong Indian accent. He fiddled in his bag, pulling out darts with pink fluff on their ends.

As Monty restocked her rifle, she motioned for Eleanor to follow them through the grass and into the thick jungle.

"She fuck ya?"

"I... was accosted , yes, against my will."

"Accosted my fuckin A. Did she finish in ya?"

"What? EXCUUUSE me?"

"She _ FINISH _ in you?"

"I.....I...."

Monty got tired of this round and round, and snatched up Eleanor's dirty dress, exposing her sloppy, pulled around loin-cloth and all the thick cakes of drying sperm down her thighs. Eleanor screamed, furiously snatching her dress down. Monty swished the blunt in her mouth and cursed to herself...

"Mhhhhh..." she sighed hard, as if seeing a kid's fingerprints on a white wall that she'd have to clean up. "..... Shit."

"HOW DARE Y...WHat? What?! W-w-w-why.....why "shit"?"

"The doc'll know."

"The doc? As in a physician?"

"More like a vet."

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"GET AWAAAAAY!!!" screams the tall blonde, as her huge ass and thighs trembled and dripped with sweat. She threw her leg up in a hard kick, sending a red headed woman who looked like Julia Roberts sailing backwards.

"That HURTS!" she screamed back, rolling with the fall and back up on her feet. She stood on her tip toes, as if she refused to let her naked heels touch the ground. Her lips, a dark brown color, sneered in a growl.

The large blonde exploded from the bushes and clamped her black-lipped mouth around the blonde's naked back. "GET OFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!" Missa screamed, as the blonde bit down into her shoulder, drawing blood. The blonde dropped to all fours and began to twirl and kick, screaming a neighing sound. The blonde on her back kept biting, clamping her teeth hard and gripping into the sweaty, pale flesh.

The oddly loping blonde now seemed to move with the expertise of a master swordswoman. Without a sword. She would dash in and punch or push the blonde, before rapidly dashing back.

"We're not supposed bite!" she screamed at the blonde riding Missa's back. But the huge, tawny eyed blonde kept her jaw clenched in Missa anyway.

_ *PFF!* _

A bright pink fluffy dart suddenly appeared, now hanging from Missa's huge thigh.

"NO! NO SLEEP!!! NO SLEEEP!!!"

Another dart caught her in the naked ass cheek.

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, slowing down and falling to her hands and knees.

"NO Sleep. no sleeeeeeep...monty, no sleeeeeeep...."

"ARE YOU BITIN'?!" Monty yelled as her, Eleanor and Adam appeared from the bush. The tawny haired woman rapidly let Missa go and backed up, wiping blood from her black lips and licking it off her teeth. "Boitin' ain't ladylike, you know...."

"No! NO! PLEASE! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't put me to sleep, please? Please."

"Okay, okay. Just, remember, you're a lady. Act loik a lady, eh?"

"I apollo...jize."

Missa collapsed on the ground, sleep. Dried semen caked her pink balls. Monty stood over her, chocolate breasts all out for all to see in her unbottoned safari hunter's shirt. The women smiled at Adam, their eyes twinkling. Adam seemed to pull so close to Monty, that he bumped into her.

"Aw, they think you're a cutie, fella." Monty half smiled, swiveling her blunt in her mouth.

"No, no, no...." Adam struggled to get his English words together. His accent was strongly Hindi. "I am a human being. No. No, no, no."

"Yup. My fellow ladies..." Monty smiled, draping her arm over Adam's shoulder, "...bring Missa back to the Finishing School."

The well-muscled tawny haired blonde smiled wide, her teeth a little too sharp looking, her eyes a little too yellow. She seemed giddy. The women sniffed Missa before draping her up and dragging her back to the jeep in the field.

"Wh-wh-what's going on?!"

"All questions will be answered back at the compound."

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The genius built cuckoo clock on the wall rung a lovely Malaysian tune at 7:00 pm.

By the time the hands told of 7:15, a large dining room in a immaculate and lovely form for a jungle mansion was filled with the scent of delicious Indonesian and Malaysian cuisine, all of it Halal ("Kosher" in Islam). The walls are a deep reddish cherry wood, and the floors the same kind of wood. Immaculate doors, made from bamboo, and decorated in a ancient Majaphit empire style. It would remind one of a gorgeous Majaphit dining room for a princess. Islamic symbols decored some of the furnishings. Screened windows let fresh air in while electric fans silently blew a cooling breeze through the room. Electric and candle lamps gave the dark-cherry wood room and calming glow that lit every part.

Statues of various women decorated all of the room. African statues, Asian ones, European ones, Native American ones.

At a long, wooden table emblazoned with Arabic symbols, sat Zhen Zhen and Annie. They were starving, and drooling in their mouths at the delicious smell of food and spice. They sat in fresh, new white sundresses, freshly bathed and given a flower for their hair. Eleanor sat across from them, strangely silent and staring down at the table. She was freshly bathed and her hair pulled into a neat ponytail. Obviously by someone else since she didn't do that style. A pink flower was placed in her hair, in a Filipino style.

The 3 sat in silence as the clock ticked.

"YEAH! Everybody hungry?" Monty cheered loudly. This was the most feminine they've seen her dressed. She wore a sweeping simple dress, that nicely showed off her chocolate bosom, and bright blonde curls laid against her naked shoulders. Only dress straps held the dress on her. She held a large plate of cuisine, placing it on the table.

In walked a large woman with long brown and white hair. Her roots looked white, but some strips and parts of her hair were black. Her skin was very pale pink, but she was a hefty, voluptuous woman. Her breasts were massive, and she looked like she could easily be a plump supermodel. She wore a maid's dress, and her nose seemed pinker than the bottom of someone's nose should be. As was her upper lip. She smiled a loving, motherly grin, as she carefully laid down large plates of different dishes. Zhen's eyes bulged, looking at the small horns sticking out the top of her head.

"Sweet Jesus...." whispered Annie, looking at the thick, black caps on the woman's 3 fingers and unusually small thumb.

Dishes and wine glasses of water and chardonnay were laid out, as Monty promptly took a hard seat, scooting up the table. The room was filled with ladies laying down plates and food like servants. They looked similar to the black and white haired woman. One of them looked like a red haired Julia Roberts. Next to her stood a woman with bright blue eyes, and black and white hair in beautiful braids in the German style. Her ears were pointed, though given large and beautiful Malaysian earrings. She looked to be in her late 30's, with a thick body and long toned legs. White stubble could be seen on her arms and legs. She seemed to stare almost hypnotized at the plates of food, but stood in the back in a maid's dress. She drooled down her black lips. She reached up to just poke some of the food.

"STOP THAT!" Monty barked, slapping her hand on the wooden table. It made everyone jump. The girl hurried back against the wall, swallowing hard. "Shame on you, Spritz! You know better."

The pointed eared, blue-eyed girl huddled back against the wall.

"So nice of you to join us for dinner..." came a high pitched voice from the doorway.

"Ahh..." smiled Monty, "...fashionably late, doctor?"

"The pursuits of righteousness often prevent one from being on time for the more mundane." sighed the voice, as a small woman walked into the dining room. A short, small Asian woman wearing orange hadjib on her head, and a long dress splayed with Java designs, gently walked in with a brave demeanor. She folded her honey-colored hands behind her back, letting her perky bosom rise in her dress. She smiled with a gentle face, and glistening slanted black eyes. Her accent was pure and clean British.

"A simple "Yeah" would be good." Monty fiddled with her bosom. The woman in the hadjib seemed to almost perfectly glide her steps along to the table. Monty stood up, motioning for everyone to stand.

"Doc, these are the castaways."

The little woman closed her eyes, smiled, and did a slight bow.

"Zhen Zhen, Annabelle, and Eleanor, this is my esteemed employer and friend, Doctor Bieng."

"Momma....." whispered the black and white haired woman.

Annie and Zhen stared at the unusual women, then at the various masks and statues, and then back to the doctor. They looked at each other as if in disbelief.

Everyone sits back down at the table as the...uh...servants....stand at the walls, in quiet admiration.

Dr. Bieng sits down at the table, and the red headed woman who looks like a red haired Julia Roberts...with a black tongue....and fangs.... hurries over to the Dr., handing her what looks like a pencil case. Inside are elaborate wooden chopsticks that like they must be made from something far more precious.

"Awww, Johanna... I love them. Thank you." she smiles, kissing the older-looking redhead on the forehead, and taking the chopsticks.

"I...I love you, mommy."

"Awww, yesss...." she kisses the Johanna again, and shoos her off.

"Well? Let's eat." she smiles, as everyone begins to eat. Zhen wants to rip the food off the plate and gorge, but... she maintains her ladylike demeanor. Monty fixes Eleanor a plate, as the girl seems too lost in thought to rush to eat.

Monty and Dr. Bieng eat, while Eleanor seems lost in her own thoughts, grabbing a fork and timidly poking at the dish. Zhen Zhen just sits in silence, and Annie follows her lead. This turns into 3 or 4 minutes in silence, to the sounds of clinking dinnerware and glasses.

"Well, ladies, it is very nice of you to join us. I hope your stay with me is comfortable." Dr. Bieng smiles, chewing her noodles. The large bottomed woman with cow horns stands over Zhen Zhen's plate, smiling, holding a pitcher of water. She smiles gently, her teeth rather large and square. She looks completely Anglo-Saxon, but the bottom of her nose and upper lip are pink, her ears are pointed and seem a little too big now that her hair isn't completely covering them. She gently seems to chew, as if she has soft gum in the back of her jaw. Two massive breasts form a heft bosom where her bellybutton should be. Zhen Zhen's onyx eyes bulge in horror.

"Please, Ms. Jen..." Dr. Bieng sighs, "...she's just trying to offer to fill your glass. She means you no harm."

Zhen swallows hard and offers her glass, to which this....cow-horned woman...smiles and bows slightly, pouring refreshing and cool spring water into the glass.

The 3 women sit in absolute silence, eating. Zhen's eyes bulge at the woman's horns. And the obvious sign of 2 huge breasts hanging from her stomach. Her cleavage is bright pink, compared to her white body. She looks behind her at the pointed eared Spritz straightening her maid's cap and dress with clawed fingers. It begins to sink in slowly. Zhen Zhen swallows hard.

"What...." she begins to speak up, "...what is going on?"

Dr. Bieng continues to eat as if nothing is going on.

They look at her.

Zhen Zhen drops her fork and rubs the sides of her temples.

"This...this is....crazy! What is....what....LOOK AT THESE PEOPLE!" Annie cowers in her chair, embarrassed by the outburst.

"LOOK AT THEM! WHAT IN HELL ARE THEY?!"

The unusual looking maids standing or sitting upside the wall look at one another in confusion, then at Dr. Bieng. The one called Spritz furrows her ghostly blue eyes, her upper lip twitching in a angry sneer.

"LOOK AT HER!" Zhen screams, pointing her finger at the clawed maid named Spritz.

Eleanor trembles as she speaks up. "These people are not...NORMAL. What is going on?! These...th-th-these people are NOT human! What are they?!"

"Satanic..." whispers Annie.

Dr. Bieng slurps her noodles up her thick pink lips before sitting up in her chair and smiles patiently. _ "Surely, there is no advantage for an Arab over an non-Arab, nor a non-Arab over an Arab, nor a white over a black, except by piousness and good deeds." _ Dr. Bieng smiles, quoting the prophet Muhammed. "So says the scriptures."

"When man lays with animal, it's an abomination..." whispers Annie.

Dr. Bieng twirls her chopsticks over a piece of broccoli, looking down in her plate as if unimpressed. "Verily, Allah has revealed to me that you should adopt humility. So that no one may wrong another and no one may be disdainful and haughty towards another." says the scriptures, and not to mention, "A prostitute was forgiven by Allah, because, passing by a panting dog near a well and seeing that the dog was about to die of thirst, she took off her shoe, and tying it with her head-cover she drew out some water for it. So, Allah forgave her because of that." So says the scriptures."

Zhen Zhen slammed her fork down on the table.

"This...Th-th-this is.....this is....these.... Th-th-this...this is... _ what's going on?!! _" Her hands tremble as she tries to wrap her mind around what she's looking around at.

Dr. Bieng leans back in her chair and gently smooths out her feminine neru over her bosom. "I... understand that all of this may be... shocking...to you. They look...very different. And it may be a culture shock."

She turns around to do a triple take at the fanged girl with claws.

"Ms. Jen Jen... just because someone looks different is not cause to... fear. Sometimes a woman or man whom look different than us can be the most treasured and deepest touching friend in our lives."

"I'll say..." Monty jokes to herself, looking down at her food, but raising her blonde eyebrows up and down. The doctor raises an eyebrow, thick lips twisted in suspecting thought.

"Monty, where was Adam the last few nights? He wasn't in his.... room."

The Aboriginal beauty smiled a shit-eating grin to herself, stroking a blonde curl behind her ear. In her thin dress, her nipples suddenly protruded for everyone to see under the fabric.

"Umm... I needed some, uh, assistance. In... moving heavy loads..."

The strange looking maids smile at one another, as if a joke has been told.

"From the yells, it must have been some GOOD and BIG loads." giggles Spritz.

Dr. Bieng's normally round honey-brown face's smile falls into a quietly storming fury.

"...nobody saw......." Monty quietly looks down in her plate, expertly using her chopsticks. Her voice lowers as if a child in trouble. "Nobody saw me fuck him."

Dr. Bieng frowns silently to herself, staring at the ceiling in exasperation. "You stupid.... stupid fool..."

Monty begins expertly using her chopsticks, eating mouthfuls and not saying a word. Every maid in the room looks down at the floor like reprimanded children.

"So where is he then? In your bungalow I take it?"

Monty casually chews, not looking up. "..............yah...."

Dr. Bieng claps her hand over her face in disgust.

"Well, ladies... it looks like my dear friend, the brilliant Siti Yangarra, M.D., brain surgeon, has made things more interesting. Ughh... well, I'm going to my study for the night. Good to meet you all."

She angrily clanks her chopsticks down, storming away. But not before snapping her fingers and the pointed-eared redhead obediently follows behind her like a lady in waiting.

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"C'mon!" Zhen Zhen hisses, upturning a dress into a makeshift sack and stuffing it full of fruit from the bowl in their bungalow.

"What'chu doin'?!" Annie frightened, quizzes. It's early in the morning, and she's barely awoke.

"We get the fuck out of here!"

"Stop cussin'!"

"Shut and hurry!"

Zhen and Annie's feelings for one another have taken a heavy change. Not just like sisters anymore. Zhen Zhen feels more protective of her little bunny, and Annie feels very attached and lovingly loyal.

It's funny how a night of orgasms can change everything.

Zhen quickly spun the knapsack into a bag full of fruit and dried cookies, before strapping it around her back with a belt made from roping a piece of linen.

"Come! Come on!"

"Where we go-"

"We're getting out of here. Women with horns, sharp teeth, nobody say nothing straight. It not safe..."

She grabbed the dainty arm of Annie and pulled, jerking her out the window of their bungalow.

Zhen landed on her feet in a strong squat, before turning around and convincing Annie to jump into her arms. The two women began pumping their legs, rushing through the jungle. Zhen memorized the way back to the docks. She was afraid, irrationally afraid, and something in her intuition warned her of a danger. A woman's intuition is something none should ever take lightly.

They hurried in the bushes along the dirt path, which seemed empty. But Zhen wouldn't risk it. After so long, they sneaked onto the dock, rushing silently. With dirty white slip-on shoes and all-white sun dresses, they hurried along the dock only to find no more boats were present. Nothing.

"What we gon' do nah?" Annie's squeaky voice and big innocent eyes quizzed her lover/big sister.

"Unhh....maybe... maybe we find boat on beach..." Zhen Zhen sighed, her head rapidly looking around in a panic. "Come on!"

The two hurried along the sandy coasts and it's bushes. The ground was soft and spungie. They ended up in thick jungle along the coast as they rushed and ran for so long. Their bodies dripped in sweat, and their hair hung down in sopping black curtains.

They stopped for a minute to catch their breath, deep in the shadowed jungle bush. But as they did, they noticed the ground slightly moved. A piece of brown earth with a bush on top pushed upwards, and white female hands with long clear, hooked fingernails rose out the hole. Out rose a white skinned woman with thick, coarse black hair, dark black slanted eyes, red hair that hung down in bangs and from just in front of her ear, and almost no breasts. She was heavily built, stacked, muscled and plump at the same time. Gorgeous. Her pale white lips smiled friendly... only to reveal two massive, black fangs. Her tongue looked pierced on the tip, but the "ring" was actually a needle point. As she lifted up, a massive leg, like a woman's coated in black hair, with black claws on each toe, helped her rise up out the hole. Then another. Then another. And another. A massive, black abdomen began to rise up with her.

"Oh dear gooaauudd....." Annie's throat dropped.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiii...." she seemed to struggle to speak, as if her vocal chords were too small.

"Nooooo, no, no, no, no, _ nope _ ." Zhen Zhen almost ran backwards, literally, before grabbing Annie so hard the smaller girl screamed "OW!!!" and dragged her in the opposite direction.

In front of them rose up a beautiful girl who looked like she was a Middle Eastern beauty. Except...her eyes seemed unusually black, and short antennae rose out of her thick wavy red hair. Her hands looked soft and lovely, except each of her thumbs had a massive black spike. As she rose out of the leaf litter, many, many legs tittered with her. Her lower body was like something of a centipede but the bottom was like a extended woman's toned belly.

"Are you okay, gaijin-chan?" she smiles as gently as she can. Her sharp, clearish teeth and yellow gums shine behind her sweet, big-lipped smile.

"Ohhhhh gaaawwddddd...." Zhen Zhen said in a loud mix of gulp and scream, jerking Annie off her tiny feet to cause a house shoe to flop in the air. The two girls run in a opposite direction, deeper into the jungle.

They ran, and ran, and ran until utterly lost. They stopped, catching their breaths in the thick, green brush.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"They monsters! Shhhh!" Zhen furiously put her finger over her huge, pink ethnic lips.

As the two girls gasped to get their breath, their white dresses, soaked in sweat, clung to their naked bodies like see-through sheets. Chocolate nipples and well-rounded breasts looked like they were lightly coated with wet, thin napkin sheets instead of dresses.

The bushes began to move. Leaves began to shake.

Annie fell into Zhen Zhen's heavy breasts and thick arms. Zhen Zhen hugged her "little sister" tight, almost suffocating her in her huge breasts, as the two stared in horror at what manner of demonic lady may rise up at them now.