I prepared the second hypo. "And this is a stimulant, to keep you
from going into shock," I said casually. "I wouldn't want you to
miss anything, after all." She whimpered as I slipped the needle
under her skin.
I glanced down at the surface of the water. There was definite movement
down there; we had company. "Looks like our friend is here. Are you
ready, Tina? Ready to give him a treat? I bet you'll be delicious. You're
a nice looking piece of shark food."
Now came the tears, right on time. Her confidence, her maturity, her
power--all were gone. I confronted a scared little girl inside a
magnificently molded, fully fuckable form. "Please," she said
again. I drew my blade, reached above her head, started to saw through the
rope. I cut the part between her wrists, to ensure that her hands would be
free. I wanted to give her a chance to attempt escape. I knew she'd fail.
But this girl had a lot of fight in her, and I wanted to use that.
The rope parted before my blade, and Tina plunged, screaming, into the
chilly water. Her long, muscular legs kicked instinctively as she fell,
inviting the shark. I glimpsed it moving beneath the surface: it was a
huge white beast, with just one thing on its prehistoric mind. It was on
her in an instant; I was amazed at the speed with which it moved. This
thing was in its element; there was absolutely no way Tina could hope to
It took her left leg first. The strike was beautiful, precise,
surgical. The immense jaws opened wide. The shark swam up, engulfing
Tina's flailing leg in its sleek entirety. The beast swallowed her limb
all the way up to the hip, then slammed its jaws shut with awe-inspiring
finality. Tina howled in torment. I glimpsed her spectacular body twisting
in the water, blood pumping out of her severed artery. But now the drugs
took over. The coagulant kept the bleeding under control; the stimulant
kept the shock at bay. She was still alive and awake when the beast came
around for her other leg. How big was this thing's stomach? How much of
her could it swallow at once? The answer seemed to be: plenty. It took the
second leg just like the first, with patience and precision. It was toying
with her, as I had hoped it would do.
The next strike was the most beautiful of all. As Tina's legless body
thrashed about in the water (would it be crueler to pull her up now, and
let her live like that? Perhaps--but this foreplay was having an effect on
me. I had a taste for snuff now.), the shark came up at her from below. It
engulfed her hips, her thighs, her belly, the parts of her that made her
who and what she was. The invincible jaws closed just above her navel,
razorsharp teeth slashing through tender flesh. The shark pulled away,
having consumed her cunt and much of the rest of her.
I will never forget what I saw next. Tina's tortured torso, pumped full
of adrenaline, endorphins and stimulants, made a last-ditch escape
attempt. Her powerful biceps flexed and strained as she strove to swim out
into the bay. She was absolutely magnificent: huge, proud breasts
straining and striving, intestines trailing along behind her.
The shark let her get a hundred yards or so before it caught her. The
end wasn't easy for Tina. The beast chewed her to pieces with a cruelty
which amazed me, the sharp teeth puncturing her breasts in a hundred
places as the creature devoured her without remorse. She howled in horror
and agony as the monstrous animal pulled what was left of her down into a
watery grave. I nodded in satisfaction. Justice had been served.