| 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. All piranha
and ant behaviors in this story
are completely fictional and unreal. Please enjoy this story only
as an erotic fantasy.
- Squalo -
Kristine & Traci were best friends and had planned a
vacation together island hopping in the South Pacific. Kristine had platinum
blonde hair and in her mid twenties with a very pretty face, a nicely fit,
tight body and packed well in her shirt. Traci was a bit younger with golden
blond hair that flowed down to the middle of her back with a beautiful smile.
She had a real down to earth country girl look about her with beautiful
They had booked the trip way in advance and had their tickets and reservations
all ready. That Friday came and before they knew it, they were on the plane to
the South Pacific. After hours of flying and a transfer flight in California
they finally made it there. The weather was always in the 70's and it was
always sunny except for the quick patches of rainfall that came every once in
They were boating around one day speeding through the
water aimlessly just enjoying the sun and sea spray hitting their faces.
Kristine wore what looked like a safari outfit with tan khaki shorts a pink
tie-dye shirt and hiking boots. She walked around barefoot on the boat
though. Traci wore light blue shorts with a white top and white skips.
Her outfit really complimented her beautiful skin.
They had a little island in sight ahead of them and they
decided to stop there to take a break. When they got closer, they didn't see
any people inhabiting it. It must have been either a private
island or just simply deserted. They were now 200 yards from the shore and
noticed a single fiberglass boat that was wrecked up on the sand. They both
thought to themselves that maybe someone was stranded on this island. Maybe it
was some cute guys that wrecked their boat.
When they arrived, they anchored their boat & went to shore to
investigate. As they left the boat, Traci asked Kristine where she put the boat key. Kristine
replied, "looped on the lace of my boot". They walked along the
beautifully white sandy shore and saw no signs of life anywhere. They began to
walk in through the green foliage to investigate a little further in the
They came across a small river. The heat was sweltering
and they just wanted to cool off and also to see what was on the other side.
Kristine decided to stay in her khaki shorts and her pink
tie-dye t-shirt. All she did was to toss her boots & socks over to the other
side of the river. Traci was already stripped down in a white mesh micro
bikini that she just purchased for their trip. Kristine was shocked when she
saw the tiny bathing suit on her. Traci laid her belongings down
carefully over a pile of leaves. As soon as she turned away from them, they
began to sink and disappear beneath some quicksand. Traci asked Kristine if
she was going to strip down, but all Kristine did was open her shorts and pull
them down to moon Traci with her pink micro thong panties on. Then she pulled
them back up and proceeded to enter the water.
After a minute, Kristine had already entered the chilling water and was
almost at the center of it. Traci began to dip her feet into it and couldn't
believe how cold it was and that Kristine was already in it at the deepest
part. At the center, the river level only came up to Kristine's waist. The cold water sent goose bumps up her
body. Kristine had tied the bottom of her shirt up high enough that her ribs
were visible and almost high enough to see the base of her
breasts bulging from the bottom of it.
She dunked herself in up to her shoulders which soaked her shirt making her
hard nipples noticeable through the thin cotton shirt. She
made a shivery sound on her way back up.
let out a yelp when she felt something swim up into her right pants leg. She
couldn't shake it out so she had to unbutton and unzip her shorts to free
what was squirming around in there. As she opened her shorts, below the
surface of the water she saw a large silver fish with fang like teeth snapping
up at her. She screamed at the terrifying sight and at that very moment
something hit her hard in the back of the leg behind the knee. The impact
forced her to fall to her knees which brought her shoulders down to the waterline. Kristine realized that she couldn't get up and screamed for Traci
to help. She could not feel her right leg below the knee. Traci was about to
run in to assist her when she saw the school of fish flapping across the
waters surface coming straight toward Kristine. Traci backed off in horror and
screamed out Kristine's name. Kristine saw what was approaching and prayed it
wasn't more fish like the one in her shorts. Kristine screamed at the top of
her lungs but the scream came out choppy. Kristine didn't know what pain was
until now as the piranha were hitting her midsection like bullets riddling her
as if she was being shot by a machine gun. It was worse because as these fish
hit her they would grab her and tear off a chunk of flesh. These were not
normal sized piranha, but quite large and were tearing quite large chunks of
flesh from her.
Kristine could see them popping holes in her tied up
shirt. Her precious cantaloupes were going to become a bountiful feast for a
pack of hungry fish. They were hitting her tight midsection, puncturing her
delicate flesh. Each one taking a chunk out of her, each one inflicting a
seriously painful wound to her. She could feel them grabbing her ribs and
pulling them from all around her. They pecked through the back of her shorts
and were ripping the flesh from her buttoks. She screamed in agony and Traci
screamed in horror at the sight. Traci could not believe what she was
witnessing. Her entire body was in agonizing pain and a bloody mess. Her tight youthful legs were just
lean hocks of meat to these fish. She could feel the excruciating pain of them
tearing away at her calves. She now wished it would all be over.
She let out another blood curdling scream, but this one was
garbled by the blood that was coming up from her throat. The water looked like
a boiling pool of blood surrounding Kristine. There was nothing Traci could do
but watch in horror at the sight of her friend being consumed by hundreds of
piranha. Traci thought her mind was going to snap from the overwhelming
situation she and her friend were in.
Kristine could feel her life slipping away as the fish
were already working on her innards tearing & stripping the soft tissue
from her body. There was no life left in her by the time the piranha
penetrated up into her chest cavity. Traci fell to the ground crying her eyes
out at the last sight of Kristine's blonde head submerging under the bubbling
crimson water. It was over. Kristine would
just be a pile of bones at the bottom of that river.
Traci turned her head at the sound of rustling in the
trees behind her. She jumped up knowing it had to be a rescue team there to
save her. She yelled, "Help! I'm over here". But she heard no
voices. She moved closer to the noises and also looked down to see that her
clothes were gone. Then she thought someone was playing a sick joke on her.
She stood there practically nude and as vulnerable as she could possibly be wearing only this
miniscule white mesh micro bikini. Maybe Kristine was in on this big joke and was just
under the water swimming out of sight from her.
Traci then said with a shaky voice, "OK, I get it.
This is all one big joke." She got no response and she heard the rustling get ever
so close in the dense brush. Traci had second thoughts about this being a
rescue or a joke and began to turn back towards the river realizing that the
only way she might make it off this island would be to recover the boat keys
that are fastened on Kristine's boots on the other side of the river. Also she
could use the boots to wear since she was walking around barefoot with 2 tiny
pieces of lycra spandex on. As she turned, out of the brush came 2 giant thorn
sharp pincers that grabbed her. One poked the middle of her back and the other
poked her right in her navel. She was caught by what looked like the head of a
black, giant insect. Her scream was loud and high pitched, it would have sent shivers
down the spine of anyone that would have heard it. She looked down to see
dribbles of blood running down from her navel. On top of the sharp
pain she felt in her back, she could feel the blood dripping down between her
butt cheeks as well. The
giant insect began to lift her off the ground. She tried all she could to keep
her feet touching the soil below her by standing on tipped toes. The pain
increased as the insect took the weight off her legs. Traci didn't want to die
this way. She looked around her to see it there was something that could help
her to escape. All she saw was what looked like giant ants the size of
mini-vans around her. She screamed and cried at the sight of what looked like
an inevidable death and feast for these ants. Then out of desparation, she
took her hands and placed them on each pincer and began to seperate them. They
pulled apart with little effort. The pincers scratched her stomach & back
as she began to drop from the ants clutches. The thought of escaping no matter
how redilulously slim it seemed helped her to think clearly in split-second
timing. She had to get across the water somehow to escape the ants. Traci ran
for the edge of the river and looked for a log that she could somehow cross.
There was no such luck. The ants were closing in on her and she was either
going to be ant food or a pile of bones stripped of all her flesh at the
bottom of the river. She noticed the tall tree only five feet to the side of
her that was rooted right at the edge of the river. She decided to climb it in
hopes that the ants could not climb. She ran & jumped trying to reach the
first branch, but it was too high. Traci had to wrap her arms and legs around
the tree to climb to the first branch. On her way up she scoured her skin on
the inside of her legs, her arms, and all along the front of her torso. She
held her legs tight around the trunk of the tree and reached her arms up to
the first branch. Her legs released when she had a good hold on the branch.
Her legs dangled and the ants approached snapping their pincers up at her. One
of them caught one of her legs and she screamed, "No!". She
attempted to free it only scraping her upper thigh against it's pincers. Traci
knew it was over. But then she took her other foot and lifted it in order to
plant it dead smack on the top of the ant's forehead. She was able to lift her
leg free and use it's head to climb up on the branch. She stood up on the
branch and kept climbing until she was way out of reach from the ants down
below. Traci sat high upon a branch to catch her breath looking down &
hoping she could wait & wear out their patients. She began to cry thinking
that this must be some kind of nightmare. She saw the ants began to climb the
tree. She couldn't stop sobbing & crying for this to be all a bad dream.
She looked across the river and realized that she was just too high and the
water was way too wide to somehow jump across. She thought maybe it would be
better to die from the fall from the tree than to be picked apart alive by the
ants. Then she saw a vine dangling from way out on the end of a branch facing
the river. She had a very slim chance to reach the vine without breaking the
branch & falling to the piranha below.
Traci took the only chance for survival and gently
balanced her way out on the narrow limb. The branch creaked under the stress
and she could feel it ready to break from her weight. The branch snapped.
Traci felt her heart almost come out of her mouth. She saw the vine and grabbed
it on her way down. She felt like her shoulders separated from out of their
sockets. The pain was excruciating, but Traci held on for dear life. Her bare
legs dangled from tree some 30 feet above the water. Her hands could not hold
her for too long. Traci's hands began to slip down the vine inch by inch. She
was going to have to swing her legs to get up enough momentum to swing across
to the other side before her hands failed her. She began to kick back &
forth building up a good swing. When she let go it would be a hard fall, but
she had a large soft looking plant in her sights that might help in breaking
her fall. There were extremely long green petals that extended out from it
spread on the ground at the edge of the river. It had a beautiful deep red
almost pillow like center. That was her salvation. She knew she would most
likely kill the beautiful plant with her fall, but it was going to be Traci or
the plant. She got close enough to the other side to let go on the next return
swing. She swung back towards the ants to prepare for her final life saving
leap. Her eyes were focused on the target. She began her return swing and she
couldn't believe what she was seeing. The plants long green petals began to
rise up into the air completely blinding her view of the soft center and
reached out for her. Traci screamed at the top of her lungs in total
disbelief. She had no way of avoiding her contact with the plants petals. She
tried kicking, but the green petals were like tentacles and wrapped themselves
around her golden brown legs. As soon as they made contact with her skin, they
stuck to her as if tiny hair-like needles were coated on the petals. Her legs
began to sting from the contact but it was a very strange stinging feeling.
The stinging made her legs tighten. She had this urge to stretch her
legs. She stiffened her thighs and her calves soon followed. Traci noticed her
bare feet were still visible and she could see her toes were fanning far
apart. It must have been some kind of poisonous venom being injected by these
hair-like needles that were sinking into her legs. She couldn't stop the urge
to stiffen & stretch from her legs down. She was in a sheer panic and
could not cry. She didn't let go of the vine. The plant held on to her legs.
She couldn't pull herself free like she could with the ants. The plant had her
and was never going to let her go. The
plant pulled on her forcing her hands to slide down the vine. Another tug and
her hands slipped down to the last few inches of the vine. The tentacle like
petals slipped up to her groin and began to slip between her and her white
micro thong bikini bottom. The petal tips began to slither over the tops of
her hips, her buttocks, and her
lower belly below her navel. Traci began to feel a nervous tingling chill
which made her shiver kind of like she would feel after getting sunburned.
Traci began to shiver & shake uncontrollably firing off strange shrieky
spasms throughout her entire body. At the same time she could not stop the
urge to stretch all over. She noticed the baby fine blonde hairs on her arms
were standing as if she was being electrified. She could feel the blonde hairs
all over her body becoming erect. The final pull came and Traci was free from
the vine. She screamed, "No! Please!". The plant had complete control
of her now. The weight of her body forced her to slide deeper down the long
green shafts of the petals. The plant held her suspended in its grip engulfing
her entire abdominal region. The tips of the petals were at the base of her
rib cage and just a few inches below her shoulder blades. She tried to use her
hands to force herself up and out of the plants grip, but it was no use.
All Traci felt was tingly chills running down her body.
She couldn't stop tightening her muscles and stretching. She could see the
ants attempting to cross the water to come after her, but they were getting
shredded to pieces by the piranha. The rest of the ants watched as Traci was
now nothing but plant food. Again gravity took over and she slipped in even
further. The tips of the petals worked their way under the white strings and
the two itsy bitsy white triangles that just barely covered her nipples. She
was now up to her breasts wrapped tightly by green petals. The hair like
needles penetrated the skin of her breasts and it had a strange reaction to
her super sensitive nipples. The tingly feeling increased on her breasts now
that they were in direct contact with the plant. Her nipples had become more
erect and stiffer than they had ever been in her life. She never imagined such
a tingly sensation such as this. She felt so sensual & horney she felt
like she was going to explode. Traci slipped in even further up to her
shoulder tops. She could feel some kind of bottom now just touching the tips
of her widely fanned toes.
Then she began to feel spasms, twitches, &
convulsions deep inside her body. The venom must have been working its way
deeper into the core of her body, she thought. Her breathing became heavy and
she felt as if her G-spot was being stimulated. This whole predicament, though
it seemed inevitably fatal was so orgasmic. She couldn't control herself and
she exploded. Her warm juices soaked the tiny white patch of lycra spandex and
the string that ran between her soft golden brown buttocks.
A shock of pain ran through her from her feet over the exhilaration
from the venom. She tried to wiggle her toes and found out they
were no longer there. She looked over to the other side of the river. The ants
gave up trying to cross, but they stood & watched as the plant consumed her
which is what they wanted to do to her. A bone popping & crushing sound
became audible with another shock of pain came from her ankles. Then she
slipped down considerably further leaving only her raised hands exposed out of
the top of the petals. Traci could now look down inside the enclosure the
plant had created around her. She could see that she was up to her knees in
some kind of giant thorn like teeth that surrounded them. As she looked down again the thorns
crunched down on her legs spurting blood up at her face. She howled over the
pain but also the pleasurable convulsions
coming from the core of her body. She burst out with another orgasm. Blood was
drooling out around the base of the plant moistening the surrounding soil.
Again the thorns released their grip and Traci dropped up to her groin.
She looked down noticing her chest & and tummy heaving from these
wild orgasms. Her sweat dribbled down her body. She couldn't believe that in death she could feel so alive. They
closed again around her with blood spurting all over what remained of her body
and then a loud bone crushing sound came like a muffled crashing of bowling
pins. The pain, the blood, the orgasms. It will soon be over. She dropped
waist deep into the plant. Traci looked down, she placed her hands over the
large thorns after clearing the spray of blood out of her eyes. The thorns
were about navel high on her. Then they quickly closed in on her. Her eyes
practically popped out as she was being severed in half. The last thing she heard besides
her scream was her back break. Traci expired.
The plant continued to eat her lifeless remains. A few
minutes later the plants petals relaxed and fell to the ground. There was
blood all over the center of the plant. Some golden blonde hair remained at
the center of the plant as well. It began to rain which cleansed the mess on
the plant & the ants turned back and returned to their hole.