“Beautiful,” Jack said, coming up behind Anne as she stood at the railing, staring out over the ocean.

“Yes, It’s a wonderful view,” she replied.

“I wasn’t talking about the sea,” he said.

She turned towards him, revealing that the plunging neckline of her dress left very little to the imagination regarding her large breasts, or to the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Flatterer,” she said with an inviting smile.

Jack smiled back. “I hear you’ve been getting along well with the crew.”

“Yes, you certainly could say that,” Anne replied, changing her smile to a coy one.

“And when do I get to have some of that action?” Jack said, and reached up to put his hand on her shoulder, then moved it slowly down her arm.

She moved in close to him. “Didn’t you know? The water isn’t the only thing that’s wet all the time,” she said, the final word barely out of her mouth before her lips met his. His arms went around her, pulling her in tight, as he returned the passionate kiss. One hand ventured down to her ass and gave it a good squeeze, then it continued down her leg until the fabric of her dress ended, and then back upwards again underneath it.

As his hand reached her pussy, Jack broke the kiss and said, “No panties. You dirty girl.”

“Just shut up and fuck me already,” Anne shot back. She gasped and then moaned as two of his fingers invaded her cunt.

“You weren’t kidding. You’re soaking wet down here,” Jack pointed out.

“I hope you have more than your fingers to work with. Unless your pecker doesn’t know how to swim?” Anne said.

“Not at all. He’s an expert at the breaststroke,” Jack replied. With practiced efficiency, he took his clothes off quickly, revealing his hard cock. He pushed her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the deck, then turned her around to face the ocean again. Her hands came up to grasp the rail as he pushed her forward into a leaning position, and his hands reached around to grab hold of her tits as he sank his member deep into her pussy. He was most definitely a porn actor, as its well-above-average size filled her up quite well.

Anne moaned long and loud as Jack rammed into her from behind. She turned her head to look back at him, and said, “Oooohhhhhhh. Man overboard.” The two of them moaned together as he pounded into her from behind, her hips moving back to meet each of his thrusts. “Yes, fuck me, baby! Harder!” she called out.

“Yeah, take it, you slut!” Jack said. He moved a hand off her breast and grabbed a handful of hair instead, pulling her head back with a gentle tug. She screamed in appreciation.

“Fuck, fuck, yeah, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!” she declared, then let out a shriek loud enough to convince anyone she’d just reached orgasm. Jack pulled out of her and stepped back, allowing her to stand and face him. “So did we save him from drowning in time?”

“I think he needs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, baby,” Jack said.

“I can take care of that.” Anne sank to her knees, opened her mouth, and slid her lips down his shaft. He resumed moaning as she worked her mouth up and down his length.

Within a few short minutes, he said, “Uuuhhhhh, here it cums!” He grunted loudly as he filled her mouth with jism.

She released his cock from her mouth, and opened it wide to show his load collected on her tongue, then she closed her mouth to swallow and opened it again to show it was now empty. “I’ve always enjoyed the taste of seamen,” she said, with a final smile and a strong emphasis on the “sea” to make the pun obvious. She stood up and leaned into Jack’s arms, allowing him to reach up and fondle her ample bosom. “Still think a ship is no place for a girl?”

“I’m beginning to come around on that,” Jack admitted.

“Mmm, well I hope we both have a lot more cumming to do with each other,” Anne purred.

“Cut!” Karl shouted, stopping the camera he was holding. “That was wonderful. Jack, great performance, as always. Anne, you’re a natural, just like I knew you would be.”

Why, thank you, Mr. Dickem. I suppose getting fucked does come naturally to me,” she said with smile. “Do you always run the camera yourself? I thought these shoots needed big crews.”

“Most of them do, but a while back I was shooting a picture in Africa, and as we were finishing up a scene, a cougar came over to investigate the noise and then got rather annoyed at us being there. Would have been a great shot, but the chickenshit cameraman couldn’t handle it, even though I had him covered with a rifle. Haven’t relied on them since, I can do it much better myself.”

“You can see why ol’ Dickem here has a reputation in the industry as a bit of a crazy man,” Jack said while pulling his pants back up.

“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve been having a fantastic time on board so far. Everybody’s been so nice to me, and the sea air feels so wonderful on my skin!” Anne countered.

“Say, if you’re not planning on putting your dress back on, how about we do a quick glamour roll with you posing in front of the ocean?” Karl asked.

“Sounds like a wonderful idea,” Anne said, and started striking lascivious poses while Karl filmed.

“Alright, now let’s try some roleplay, show me some real emotion here, Anne. You’re feeling sexy, not caring who sees your body, wanting them to see your body. But suddenly there’s something new. Look up. Look way up. Your eyes go wide, you see it! It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s horrible! It’s coming for you! You’re powerless, you can’t possibly get away! All you have left is to scream, scream as if your life depended on it, Anne!” Anne threw her arms around herself, squeezing her breasts together and upwards, and let out a blood-curdling shriek. She collapsed to the deck, and let her scream trail off into a sexy moan. “Fantastic, Anne, you have a real knack for this,” said Karl.

“Hey you damn mutt, get back here!” somebody shouted as Blake, the ship’s pet dog, came running over to where Anne lay. She sat up and ruffled his fur.

“Oh, were you worried about me Blake? Come here, there’s a good boy,” she said. Blake answered with an enthusiastic bark.

“Well, look at that, it’s Beauty and the Beast,” Karl said.

“Mr. Dickem, I may be a slutty girl, but I’m not that kind of slut,” Anne said with a smile and a wink. Karl and Jack both laughed at that. “Well, I suppose I should go clean up. Come on, Blake.” She picked up her dress, though still didn’t bother to put it back on, and trotted away with Blake at her side.

“I still don’t like it, you know,” Jack said.

“What, the girl?” Karl asked.

“No, not Anne. She’s a great fuck and hot as hell. It’s all this secrecy. When are you going to let us in on where we’re going?” Jack demanded.

“Not much longer now, actually,” Karl replied.

“And how about what happens when we arrive?” Jack asked.

“We’ll find out together, I don’t know the future,” said Karl.

“Drop the bullshit, you know something or you wouldn’t be going to all this trouble,” Jack demanded.

“You going soft on me, Jack? That’s no good for a male porn star, you know,” Karl said.

“I can handle myself. But Anne, plucked fresh off the street practically, and you’re dragging her into God knows what. If she falls apart on us we have nothing.”

“Oh, so that’s it! You’ve got a real hard-on for her, don’t you? You think she’s more than just another pair of tits and set of fuck holes.”

“Don’t be an ass. I know better than to fall for a co-star.”

“Well, don’t turn all dopey over this Jack. Put up a strong front, that’s what girls really go for. Remember Beauty and the Beast.”

“What are you going on about?”

“It’s a theme I’m pondering over for the film. The beast in the story, he was an ugly, brutish asshole who held an innocent young girl captive. And yet she falls right in love with him, even runs back to him after being set free. You know why, Jack? Because the beast was strong, confident, and not afraid to take what he wanted. In the end, that’s what gets a girl’s panties soaked,” Karl explained.

“Hey, Mr. Dickem!” a sailor called over. “The skipper wants to see you on the bridge, he says we’re at the coordinates you wanted.”

“Ah, thank you young man,” Karl replied. “OK Jack, you’re so curious about our destination, come along and hear this too.”

The two men entered the bridge to find Captain Anglerod waiting for them over a table covered in sea charts. “Alright Dickem, you said when we got to this location you’d fill me in on the rest.”

“Just about in Japanese waters,” Karl said.

“I was a sailor in the Pacific theater, but I was never in these parts. Where the fuck are we going, man?” the grizzled old captain asked.

“Head southwest,” Karl answered.

“Southwest? There’s jack shit southwest of here,” Anglerod protested.

“That’s not entirely true. Check this shit out,” Karl said, removing a page from his shirt pocket. He unfolded it and laid it on the table. “This island is our destination.”

Anglerod studied the hand-drawn map. “So according to this… Hold on, let me find the right chart.”

“It won’t be on it. It’s not on any chart. This was made by a friend of mine that used to run a merchant vessel around here,” Karl said.

“He was putting you on, then,” Jack suggested.

“No, it’s real. His ship encountered a sabani fishing boat full of islanders from there. They’d been lost at sea after a storm and only one was still alive. Before he too died, he described the island he was from to my friend. He gave this to me a couple of years back, knew it was something I’d want to check out.”

“He never went there himself? Did he know for sure that it was real?” Anglerod asked.

“I believe that it is. Here, I have a better drawing of the island itself,” Karl said, revealing another page that he unfolded onto the table. “All around the island is a sheer cliff, totally impassable. It only stops at this peninsula, where the village is. And on the far side of the village, isolating them from the main island, is a large wall.”

“A wall. Sounds like bullshit to me,” Anglerod said.

“An ancient wall, there for so long that nobody remembers who built it, or how. The inhabitants have forgotten whatever engineering knowledge they must have had, ages ago. But they do upkeep on it. They need it,” Karl explained.

“What for?” asked Jack.

“Protection. From what’s inside,” Karl said.

“An enemy tribe?” guessed Anglerod.

Karl paused for effect, then said, “Have you ever heard about something called Dong?”

Anglerod thought about it. “I may have. Some sort of myth, a demon or a ghoul or something.”

Karl nodded. “Or something. Not man or beast, something terrible that those islanders live in fear of still to this day.” Jack and the captain shot each other skeptical looks. Karl interjected, “Gentlemen, no legend is without some element of truth. There is something on that island, something completely unknown to our civilization.”

“And you’re going to film it,” Anglerod said incredulously.

“When I find it, you’re damned right I’m filming it,” Karl shot back.

“And if that only pisses it off?” Jack wondered.

“What the fuck do you think the weapons and gas bombs are for?” Karl replied.

Continued in Act III

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