|Note: This story is purely fiction and no portions are in any way intended
to be real. The characters are completely fictional and are not intended
to depict any one person or group. This story is pure fantasy and
is not in any way a plan to become a reality. I have a great love
and respect for sharks and do not promote the killing of them. I
did not write this story to illustrate falsities about shark behavior.
All shark behaviors in this story are completely fictional and unreal.
Please enjoy this story as an erotic fantasy.
- Squalo -
There lived a tribe on small island in the South Pacific not too far
off from the Fiji Islands. This tribe believed that their people were created
by the god of the sea many generations ago. Shana was a young girl and
like all the people on the Island, she had straight black hair and a shade
of olive complexion. Her hair fell down to the middle of her back. She
was growing up in this tribe who believed that each year an attractive
young female from the Island should be offered to the god of the sea. Each
year two thin and very attractive 13 year old girls were chosen to become
a sacrifice when they hit the age of 19. On Shana's 13th birthday, a tattoo
of a fish was marked on her lower spine. This was the marking of the chosen
females that were to be offered to their god. Two were chosen in case one
did not survive the next six years of their lives. One of the two became
the prime chosen and the other was secondary. In this case, Shana was the
primary over Mara who was the other girl. The females are picked at 13,
because the are just beginning to develop and would probably keep her attractive
figure for the next six years.
For those next six years the two girls are treated exceptionally
well. They are fed very healthy diets and are pampered with a body message
every day after their exercise routines. They are taken care of by islanders
that are well trained in fitness and diet.
Any girl chosen felt honored and very privileged
to be thought of as one of the best. All the girls enjoyed living together
in a segregated part of the Island where most of the time they got to do
anything they wanted. They were each treated like they were queens.
Six years had gone by and it was Shana's time. Mara
would be free to live out the rest of her life after she assisted in the
sacrifice. Basically her job was to do all the preparation for the offering.
Two days before Shana was to be sacrificed Mara was told to use hot bees
wax and strip every hair follicle of Shana's body with the exception of
her head. She also had to dress her in a small animal hide string bikini.
There was one day left and both of the girls were told that the chief enjoyed
the sound of his sword impaling and completely running through the abdomen
of the chosen offerings just before they are fed to a shark.
That night before, Shana kept looking at her bare and beautifully
tanned underbelly. She wondered where exactly was the sword going to be
plunged into her. Her stomach was very smooth lacking all hair. She rubbed
her belly all night because it was pulsating intensely from the pumping
of her heart like she never felt before. She was all full of anxiety, feeling
butterflies in her stomach.
The next morning Mara was told to tie Shana's wrists
and ankles to the corners of a square bamboo frame so that her body was
stretched apart spread eagle like a pinned animal about to be dissected.
When she had finished, Shana was stretched so tight that her breathing
became limited to short breaths. Four men then came and carried Shana to
the place of worship near the shore. The four men placed the frame into
2 small holes in the ground so that she would be hung straight up. When
the bamboo frame was stood up she looked like a human web. The chief was
very pleased with the beautiful sight before him that would soon be consumed
by a worthy and very hungry shark. He took his sword and pointed it about
the length of an index finger
below her navel. She could feel the very sharp point touching her bare
defenseless skin. She now knew where the sword was going to go through
her. The chief quickly pressed the point on her abdomen enough to just
break the skin and then quickly pulled it back to see that she had shed
a little blood. Her abdominal region was so stretched that when the point
the skin separated like the cracking of a perfectly smooth dried film
on pudding. Shana could barely get her words out in reaction when the point
cut into her skin. Her words were more like a whimper.
Shana instantly tried in vane to breath deeply. Her
chest and stomach began intensely heaving in and out from the anxiety since
she thought that the chief was going to run his sword through her with
that stab. Droplets of blood ran down her soft tan skin and traveled out
of sight into her rawhide bikini bottom.
Mara was told to stand on a stump behind her and
on the chief's nod, Mara had to wait for Shana to make her next exhale
so that she could then cover Shana's nose and mouth so that she couldn't
take another breath. At that moment the chief thrust the the sword all
the way through her at the spot he made his initial cut. Shana saw stars
in front of her face and felt like her
whole body was going to explode from the extreme pain inflicted on
her at this very moment. The point of the blade hit the front of her spinal
column and stopped. The chief then shifted the sword to his right and thrust
the sword until it came out her back. Mara saw the sword come out her back
and go right through the tattoo of the fish on her lower spine. Since Shana
scream, the chief was able to hear the hollow sound that her belly
made when the sword passed through her lower abdominal organs. It sounded
quite like the the impaling of a watermelon. Mara had heard it too. Mara
then let go of Shana's face and Shana took a deep breath before crying
in agony from being skewered. When the chief pulled the sword out of her
slinky belly, her blood now flowed down from her wound and soaked the animal
skin bikini bottom.
Four men immediately pulled the bamboo frame out
of the ground and proceeded to carry her to the large rocks at the waters
edge. They carefully placed her over the water face down; still tightly
bound and stretched by the vine and bamboo; where the rocks supported both
ends of the bamboo poles. Her life blood began dripping in the water which
instantly alerted a
shark. As soon as the fin was spotted, one of the men reached over
and cut the vines that bound her wrists to the bamboo corners. Shana was
now hanging by her ankles over the water. The water level reached the middle
of her forearms. With the freedom of her wrists, came the freedom of no
longer being stretched. She instantly began breathing freely and very heavily
trying to fill her lungs with precious air. Again her chest and stomach
heaved in and out intensely while her blood now ran down the centerline
of her body and down to her chin where it dripped off into the water.
She kept her head pointed at the water looking for
anything that would move below the surface. Before she knew it rows of
sharp triangular and serrated teeth came up at her and instantly engulfed
most of her torso. The shark chomped down on the soft flesh of her waist
sinking it's teeth into her at a height that was enough to take her navel
in the first bite. The shark began
shaking it's head back and forth, tearing through the defenseless and
very forgiving living tissue of her body. After a short time of struggle,
the top and bottom jaw rejoined and the shark fell back into the water
with her upper half in its mouth.
Her legs and pelvis still hung from the bamboo frame.
The innards were dangling from the gaping wound inflicted to her mid section.
One of the men started to slice the remaining two vines that bound her
ankles just enough so that any weight added to her dangling remains would
break the vines and send her lower half into the water. The chief was anxiously
waiting for the shark
to return and claim the rest of it's meal. After a short time, the
shark lunged for Shana's remains and pulled them free from the bamboo frame.
Shana had satisfied the god of the sea that year
and Mara would never forget her.
- Squalo - 7/98