| 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 women and do not promote killing them. The same goes for
sharks as well. 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 only
as an erotic fantasy.
- Squalo -
Introduction: I wanted to state upfront not to disappoint some
readers that the title refers to a ship name and not a fictitious dragon.
Chuck & Laura met in Guam a year ago when Laura was
hired as an additional manager of the hotel that Chuck managed. Both Chuck
& Laura were originally from Hong Kong. Chuck was 40 and Laura was 38. Things were going well between the two of them. They were
making it a weekly ritual to go out boating on Sundays. Chuck owned a 35 foot
fiberglass fishing boat called the "Morning Star".
One Sunday morning they left Apra Harbor for the
Philippine Sea. It was a perfect sunny day. The temperature hardly ever
dropped below 70 degrees there. An hour had gone by and chuck throttled down the motor.
He started preparing his rod and reel.
The sea was slightly rough and the boat rocked a bit. Chuck looked over at
Laura in the cabin grabbing a beer. The boat swayed, but Laura stood steady.
She had very flat, wide feet and she was slightly bowlegged.
Chuck couldn't stop admiring her perky C cup breasts. She looked almost edible
to him with her skin all slick from the coat of oil she had on her body. She started wearing the
tiniest microkinis that summer and the two tiny pieces of white material used
for the top could
hardly keep her nipples covered. The top was in no way any type of support for
those globes. The microkini really made her torso look so long and lean.
Laura climbed up
and laid on the deck at the bow in front of the wind shield. The sun was beating
down on her already dark skin while the wind passed over her flat body to
regulate her temperature. She stood up for a moment to just absorb the sight
of the open sea. She saw nothing but a white ship very far off on the port
The crew was out for a few hours now hoisting in the nets
filled with sharks for finning. Then they spotted the little white fishing
boat. They could see a beautiful female figure on the deck of the small
fiberglass boat. They were all grabbing for the binoculars to be the next to
see. She looked like a beautiful ornament off the front end of the boat.
Chuck peered over and noticed that the ship was coming
toward them. It got so close that he could read the name on the hull. It was a
very large fishing trawler named the "Sea Dragon". Under the name
on the hull it said "Taiwan". Chuck grabbed the horn that he kept stowed
under the dash and ran out to the stern to blast it. They were going to ram
them broadside. Chuck pulled a .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol and shot it
in the air, but the ship kept it's course. Chuck hollered to Laura to jump.
She ran for the edge and jumped in screaming. Chuck dove in from the stern and
only a few seconds after that, the ship rammed their little fishing boat
turning it into splintered fiberglass planks. The crashing sound was so loud,
they both covered their ears.
The two were horrified and shaken up from the crash.
The trawler slowed and turned back to retrieve them
from the water. They had no choice but to accept their rescue from the deep
water. They were too far away from shore to swim back. When they returned to them, the men threw a small fishing net down and the two swam
to it. They immediately grabbed it and hoisted themselves into it.
As the men pulled them up they saw Laura sprawled out in the net on her
back. They couldn't get over the miniature size of her bikini. It was almost
like she had nothing on but some white strings wrapped around her chest and
waist. They were pulled up on the deck and seized
immediately. Chuck foolishly started ranting about how they destroyed his boat despite
his warnings with the horn and the gunshots.
While 2 men were restraining his arms behind him, a third
man came forward and ripped the buttons off his shirt. He then pulled a dagger from a sheath and immediately plunged it into his
stomach. Chuck was wide eyed and let out a loud groan. He cringed as the man continued to twist the knife in his gut.
Then he started spitting out blood. Laura screamed in horror
as she watched her boyfriend die at the hand of this stranger. Two men kept her arms
tightly behind her back as she
stood there practically naked with the tiniest white microkini anyone had ever
seen before. The man then
pulled the blade out letting Chuck fall to the deck curled up on his side
heaving his last breath. The man then
told the other two to throw him overboard.
Again Laura screamed "No!" as they tossed him into the sea.
Laura tugged toward the side, but the two men were too strong to allow her to
move. Laura was now all by herself with about 20 men on this ship.
The men were totally amazed that all she had on was these 3
little pieces of white material held together with small strings and a big
white bow in her hair which kept it in a ponytail. The 2 men that held her
arms dragged her away from the edge of the ship. It was then that she noticed
the pile of shark carcasses laying on the deck close the center of the boat.
There was such a nauseating stench coming from the dead fish. She was walking
barefoot on a dirty deck with fish guts scattered around. She realized she was on
a shark finning boat. These people were the pirates of the Asian waters. She
was forced over to a mast that was about 2 feet in diameter. They took her
wrists and bound them around the mast behind
her with zip ties. A sword was affixed to the mast between her
legs that was so long that she had to stand on tipped toes to keep the point
from poking her crotch. Her calves and thighs looked so shapely and hard from
the muscles in her legs keeping her from getting poked by the sword. Her
entire body was
still glazed with oil even after coming out of the water.
They cut the white bow in her hair which allowed it to drop around
her face, down her shoulders and flow freely in
the wind. One of the men decided to play a little with a knife up and down the centerline of her torso. Her eyes
widened when she saw the long, sharp blade. The blade alone was about a foot long.
She was so vulnerable and the man wanted to penetrate her soft dark belly flesh so
bad. He lunged for her perfectly deep, round navel. She did what looked like a belly
dance to parry his threatening pokes. As the knife came closer, she would
react by raising her rib cage and sucking in her gut forming a deep concave
shape. It was quite a beautiful site considering she was
One of the men loved the way her belly moved and wanted
to see what she did when he punched it. He came forward, pushed the other man
aside and gave her a gut
wrenching punch dead on with her navel. As he hit her the other men could hear
the hollow intestinal sound that resonated from her insides from the impact.
She let out a cry as the air left her lungs from the punch. She had become vertiginous
and very nauseous. At that very moment, she vomited on the deck right in front
of them. The man that punched her pulled out a rag and said "Aw you made
a mess on yourself" as he wiped the little bit of bile that landed on her
heaving chest in the vicinity of her breast bone. The rest of her vomit was left on the deck by her feet. The
pain of the blow sent convulsions through her and she could no longer control her bladder.
She showered down her
leg and down the long shiny blade of the sword. The urine beaded off her tight
shiny legs as the final drops were excreted. She felt broken and all she could
do was cry and beg for them to stop.
Her legs were shaking from the tension of standing with her heels clear off
The man with the knife went over to the starboard side of the
ship and was doing something with the knife. He then called over to the others
and said, "I have a great idea. Let's have some real extreme fun with her
before we use her for bait." Again Laura cried out for mercy. She felt
broken and was on the verge of just telling them to kill her on the spot. They
cut the zip ties and tied a rope to each of her wrists. Two of the men lifted
her over their heads. She was squirming like a fish out of water to try to get
free, but there was no chance of that happening. They let her go over the
starboard side of the ship close to the bows tip. They held the ropes that were
tied to her wrists and slowly lowered her down along side of the ships hull.
She immediately saw the long knife sticking out of the hull attached to some
kind of slotted fitting that held the butt of the knife straight out and
secured. She was facing the hull and the knife as they lowered her down and
she instantly reacted by putting her feet against the cold steel hull to keep
the knife from stabbing her. The men then tied the ropes to the rails above deck level. The ropes were spread wide apart keeping her
arms out away from her almost spread-eagle. This kept her from swaying
sideways away from the knife. It was constantly dead on with her belly. Laura
kept her feet planted on the hull's side so that she wouldn't get stabbed, but
she knew if they left her down there long enough, her legs would eventually
fail her and then end would come.
She was horrified when the boat rocked from the rough waves.
Her feet would leave the side of the boat and then slam back on the side of
the hull. In one incident, when she slammed back toward the boat
the knife pricked her belly without breaking the skin. She realized that the
blade is long enough to go clearly through her and come out her back. Fifteen
minutes had gone by but it seemed like an hour for Laura as her endurance in
her legs were considerably weakened. She could feel the burning in her groin
and thighs from the tension she had to sustain to keep from getting too close
to the deck. Then a big wave came and soaked the entire hull and sprayed in
her face temporarily blinding her. Her feet left the boat and were free in the
air for a split second and then her body began to return closer to the hull.
Her feet couldn't grip the side of the boat this time and they slipped down
away from the boat in one quick movement. In went the knife with a fast, hard
thrust dead center only 3 inches below her navel and right through her womb.
Her eyes opened despite the
salt water that irritated them from the splash. She saw stars and looked down
to see the knife plunged in her soft tan tummy. She could see around her
backside where the point was just slightly sticking out of her back. She
looked down again in front of her and saw blood dripping down her chest. She
was in shock and didn't realize that she was spitting up blood until she saw
The men cheered and stomped on the deck at the sight of her skewered
body. Her body
trembled and stiffened from a pain she could never imagine. Cold steel has
invaded her body and has become part of her now. Her face was soaked with
tears and salt water and her chin was dripping blood. She tried to raise her
thighs up and bend her knees against the ship. But even that was too short to
come anywhere near getting the knife out of her belly. Her legs dropped
straight down again and she could feel her warm blood flowing down her cold
legs. She began to get very weak.
Laura couldn't see the fins swarming below her but the men could
see them and they couldn't wait to see what was going to happen next. All of
the sudden a long blue shark leaped out of the water and grabbed her left leg
up to the middle of her shin. She let out the most horrid scream any
human could possibly imagine. The shark was almost completely out of the water
hanging from her leg shaking violently. Her body shook toward and away from
the boat sending the knife in and out slicing her insides up. Then her leg gave at the knee. Blood poured out of her stump and
the sharks concentrated in such a little space of water right below her.
Another blue shark leaped even higher grabbing her right leg and began
tearing the flesh from her femur. The shark dropped back in the water after
stripping almost all the flesh from her thigh bone. She died instantly from
blood loss after that bite.
The crew cut the ropes free from the ship and
Laura's lifeless corpse slowly twisted so that it was head down toward the
waters surface. The weight of the upper body exceeded what was left of her
lower body. When her corpse flipped her thigh bone was standing erect and
bloody. One of the men grabbed a rope from both ends and dropped it below the
body and brought it up between the torso and the ships side. He then proceeded to
pull the knife free from the bracket which let the remains and the knife fall
into the water with the sharks. They all peered over the side to see the
sharks attack from every angle tearing the flesh and bones apart. Blood and
froth filled the water along side the ship until there was nothing left.
Before the sharks left, the captain called out to drop the nets. They were
looking forward to a large catch that day.