Chapter 22: Under the Stars of the Pacific Ocean

Rebecca has never seen a sky like this. The night is moonless and the dim light of the candles lets her see the Milky Way in all its splendor. On the horizon, the Southern Cross points to the Pole, and a multitude of unknown constellations, invisible at the latitude of Boston, attract the young girl’s attention.

Max offers his hosts a big farewell dinner before they leave for Papua to hunt. At the edge of the lagoon, on a large wooden terrace, guests are waiting around a large round table and chatting animatedly. They are impatient and excited for the adventure they are about to experience.

Rebecca is wearing a long blue dress. The rear is deeply indented and reveals her back and the upper part of her buttocks. In front, the collar plunges towards the waist, revealing the breasts and her flat stomach. The skirt is widely slit in front and behind. With each step, she quickly reveals her pretty legs dressed in white stockings and the white thong she is wearing. A pair of shoes, also blue, gives her an elegant gait. She is the object of all eyes ... In fact, she shares this honor with another woman.

In the middle of the table, locked in a cage, is the game of the hunt. She’s a young, pretty 20-year-old Canadian who was chosen by one voice over a cutie Black from Atlanta. The young girl, her hands clutching the bars, is also looking at the firmament. It’s probably her last night and she wants to say goodbye to the stars as much as she wants to avoid the stares of those sadists staring at her, hungry for sex and violence.

Fanny, accompanied by Erika who is crawling next to her on the end of a leash, approaches Rebecca.

“So you seduced my brother?”

Rebecca is baffled again. They have left her alone since that unpleasant afternoon when she watched, bound and gagged, the spectacle of Matha and Erika bowing to the sexual whims of this sinister black couple, father and daughter. Alone since that afternoon until Martha brought her the clothes with Max’s invitation to accompany her to the party. She politely replies, “Well ... Actually, he was interested in me.”

Fanny is much shorter than her. Unlike her giant father, she is just over five feet tall.

“But, tell me ... what do you think of my brother?”

The question is very open and equally dangerous.

“He’s a lovely boy. - And black...”, adds the tiny Fanny.

Rebecca bites her lip in silence.

“Did you sleep with him?”

It’s becoming unpleasant.

“N-No...”, she stammers, not knowing what the best answer would be.

“So you have a pure and virginal relationship ... Until marriage, I guess...”

- Nothing has been decided yet, answers Rebecca very nervous.

- I have good news for you. I spoke to Ben this morning...

Rebecca involuntarily shivers. What is this little viper getting at?

“He asked about you and I told him that you were on the beach and that you couldn’t talk to him. I said you decided to stay a few days...”

Rebecca shivers...

“Oh, that’s nice”, she manages to say without knowing what else to say.

- From you to me, said Fanny with a conspiratorial tone, I don’t know what happened between you, but he seems rather angry, angry with you.

- We had a bit of a fight...

- I told her we were good friends and you asked me for help.

The two young women look at each other, well aware of the hypocrisy of their conversation.

“I also told him that you thought it would be an idyllic place for your reconciliation.

- Oh ... Thank you Fanny, I don’t know how to thank you...

- Actually, I didn’t do this for you, I did it for Ben.

After a long awkward silence, she resumes, “By the way, what happened between you and my father yesterday?

- Nothing ... Actually ... I mean ... Rebecca stammers.

- Did you have seduce him?, insinuates Fanny.

Rebecca remains silent.

With a big smile, Fanny adds: “Well, that leaves me all alone, me and that idiot Ben. What would you say if I came to your bungalow tonight? I could bring this bitch, she said, kicking Erika in the ribs. The three of us could have a good time.”

Rebecca feels sick just thinking about it. She has never been attracted to girls, let alone a horrible black girl like that.

“Well, Fanny, I’m not sure that would make Ben happy...”

Fanny chuckles. Several guests are watching from her side. She speaks purposefully loudly, “Don’t worry about Ben. He doesn’t have to know that.”

- Really ... In fact, I’m not like that, Rebecca mutters timidly.

Another burst of laughter. Several guests smile, amused.

“How come you’re not like that? Erika also used to hunt anything that wore pants, and look at her now ... She’s my most loyal bitch!”

- I see you’ve become friends ... Max interrupts them.

He has just left the group with whom he was conversing to get closer to Rebecca.

“Yes, Daddy,” the black woman answers, giving Rebecca a smirk.” You are often away from the Coconut Grove and I am bored ... I am sure that in your absence, Rebecca and I will have time to get to know each other better.”

Fanny pulls on the leash and walks over to the table. Rebecca, overwhelmed by the veiled threat, looks with horror at the “tail” that points out of poor Erika’s buttocks.

“Raise your knees, bitch. Walk on your hands and feet!”, the young black girl shouts.

The prostrate woman obeys and adopts the humiliating posture. The order is surely given so that Rebecca can see every detail of the big stick with a hairy badger at the end.

“You don’t kiss me?, Max asks.

Rebecca looks at him with as much confusion as she felt when she arrived on the island. She tiptoes and kisses him on the cheek.

“Come on ... don’t be shy. Well, he’s not here, so make the most of it...”

The girl’s eyes focus on the Negro’s lips. They are disgusting. The man’s mouth is half open and he shows her his tongue. He encourages her, “Come on...”

With a considerable effort, she puts her arms around the man’s neck and pulls herself up again on tiptoe. Max feels her pointy nipples pressing against his chest. The girl has her eyes closed and her lips parted.

“It’s better that way,” he said, grabbing her at the waist and kissing her passionately, fiercely.

Rebecca tries to control the disgust that this being arouses in her. She feels his thick, rough tongue filling and exploring every corner of her mouth. Strong arms encircled her narrow waist ... The hug lasts forever. Finally, he lets go. Rebecca is all shaking, horrified by the passion he has displayed.

He points to the table: “Shall we go... ?”

Putting his arm around her shoulders, he leads her to where the guests are looking for their seats, which are also marked on small boxes on the table.

“How lucky we’re next to each other, honey...”

With a gallant gesture, Max pulls her chair up. Rebecca looks on in horror. A huge wooden phallus stands in the middle of the seat.

“It’s an exact replica of Ben’s,” he explains with a smile. “I thought you might miss him.”