Somewhere in Thailand 00-04-15 02:00pm

The sun had been blazing hot down on them the whole day. Luckily the large motorboat offered enough deckspace for the seven young busty women onboard to stretch out and expose their bodies to it. This job sure did miracles for their tan.

As a matter of fact only six of them did. The seventh one, Suzie, their captain, was standing on the bridge staring steadily into her binoculars, looking at the surrounding sea for any sign of life.

This was no pleasure trip even if the women clad in their skimpy bikinis surely would give that impression to anyone watching them. At a closer look the observer would notice the boat had no name on it and also the pile of uzis, spearguns and diving equipment stuffed on the bridge.

Suzie had been into the syndicates smuggling business for almost three years now. She didn’t want out and even if she would have, coming forth with a request like that would have meant a fast execution. The bosses back in Bangkok had a strong feeling for loyalty… Their employees loyalty.

The reason they were out here on this beautiful day was that a dark cloud had recently shown up on the usually clear Thai smuggling scene. Competitors had started to arrange drug pickups at sea. These people would then trespass on the syndicates territory by distributing these goods within the country, and especially among the rich and the beautiful of the Bangkok nightlife. Serious profit was lost, and the bosses wouldn’t have this going on right in front of their eyes.

The word was that this newly founded organization was an all female one. The ones in charge were Thai, and just as the syndicate’s girls the women making the pickups and taking care of the distribution were all American and European tourists having put themselves in impossible gambling debts or other trouble that would have put them away in jail for good or otherwise have put a bullet in their heads. Recruiting was no trouble since there seemed to be a constant stream of dumb bimbos getting themselves in trouble. And they were willing to do just about anything to keep them out of the dreaded Thai law enforcement system.

The bosses didn’t mind since ‘dumb bimbo’ was nearly the primary term of employment for this specific job and none of the girls got a very long career. Neither client or suppliers were of the more honest type and as a result of this, many of these beauties ended up naked, beaten and dead in the gutter or at the bottom of the sea when pickups went somehow wrong and ended with firing.

Suzie had stood her post for three years now and hoped to live three years more. It was a sweet life to live and she had already a long time ago made up her mind about living it to the maximum considering the more than limited time she had in front of her. She was a twentynine year old blond longhaired beauty. She was more than happy with her slender shape and her ample bosom that stood proudly out it.

Their mission today was to hijack a ship belonging to the other druglords after they had completed a pickup. Suzie had seen them leave and she expected to be able to spot them within the next twenty minutes or something, if everything went well out there. Word was that it was a huge shipping this time and the bosses would be VERY pleased if Suzie would return all of it to them.

Suddenly one of the crewmembers, Barbara, stepped up behind her putting her arms around Suzie’s waist caressing her abdomen with one hand and letting the other slide down over her bikini bottom. "Not now Barbie..." she said, but the younger woman wouldn’t comply and instead she slid her hand inside Suzie’s panties and slowly began to slide her middle finger back and forth over Suzie's slit. This was truly a badly chosen time for sex but Suzie couldn’t help herself and separated her legs , bent her knees a bit and started to move her hips with Barbara’s movements. It felt so good having Barbara’s hand there. She shivered with pleasure. Barbara had pulled the front of her own panties down and while masturbating her lover she rubbed her own tiny blond bush and her ample bosom against her lovers buttocks and back. The other women saw what was going on but they were all too used to this couples extravagant sex games so they just giggled and went back to their sunbathing with full concentration.

Barbara moved in front of Suzie and removed her bikini bottom completely. She climbed onto her taller lover and started rubbing her crotch frantically against her lovers upper thigh while stroking Suzie’s crotch with her lifted left thigh and kissing Suzie’ neck passionately. She was beside herself with pleasure and before long a hoarse groan emanated from her open mouth together with a string of saliva… "I’m gonna…. Ooohhhh… oooohhh, so hard……. Aaahm…"

Suddenly and most unexpected but nonetheless very familiar, the roar from another motorboat was heard coming from behind a rock formation on their right hand. Suzie had had her mind set on their opponents coming in from the open sea and instead it seemed they had taken a longer ride along the coastline instead… In the next instance the huge prow of their enemies vessel was seen behind the formation only sixhundred feet away from them and it was followed by the rest of the sixtyfive feet boat.

Suzie shouted an order and in a second the five women on the deck were on their feet and were making for the bridge where they equipped themselves with an uzi machine gun each. Suzie started the two huge engines underdeck, pushed the accelerator lever and the boat started to plough majestically thrugh the water.

The girls positioned themselves on the deck and on the bridge. Barbara had finally got her bikini back on and had grabbed a gun herself. She positioned herself beside Suzie intent on protecting her mistress against all earthly harm.

The motorboat made quite a noise and only seconds later the crew on the enemy vessel became aware of what was going down. Their driver, a blonde bigbreasted beauty shouted something they couldn’t hear and waved her left arm in their direction. Two other girls, one beside the driver and one on the cigar shaped foredeck had machineguns in their hands, but they were not sure how to handle this situation. They were both clad in black minimalistic swimsuits. Only two straps running from their crotches over their breasts barely covering their nipples and around their necks down on their backs reuniting at their bottocks.

Suzie brought the motorboat up in a parallel line with the other boat keeping it at least fortyfive feet from the other vessel. More of these black clad beauties had gathered up on the deck by now and they had begun to wave their guns in menacing motions against Suzie’s crew. Suzie wanted to give the bitches a fair chance to surrender so she moved her right arm up and down in a motion that could not be misunderstood. ‘Slow down’. The driver of the other boat didn’t however have the slightest intention to do so.

Without a warning she pushed the accelerator to the maximum apparently without a single thought about her comrades standing on the deck. All but one managed to grab hold of something. The last one, a smallish busty darkhaired beauty that had just emerged from the cabin, waved her arms desperately but managing to grab hold of nothing but air, and  she tumbled shrieking with legs flailing into the foaming water behind the accelerating motorboat.

The boat accelerated furiously fast and despite the awful power of Suzie’s boat she had a hard time to keep up with the other drivers rampage. Before long they would be gone if Suzie didn’t do something about it, so she ordered her girls to fire at will.

A deafening roar of machinegun fire broke loose as Carla, Christine and Emma started firing at the other boat. It was a shaky ride and the other boat was about ninety feet away… Many bullets hit the water followed by small fountains of water, while other hit the stern of the other vessel. Not even the busty beauties were spared any of the fire. A squeal erupted from the other boat and they could see one of the girls dropping to one knee, clutching at her flat muscular stomach and the couple of spurting wounds that had just appeared there. Her other arm fell to her side and the next second the girl toppled over the edge of the boat and disappeared in the furious waves.

"One bitch less to kill" exclaimed Emma, the youngest of the crew with her only nineteen years. She was well endowed though and filled out her bikini top to the very limit. Pride goes before destruction it seems because a second later a rattling noise was heard as a volley battered against the hull of the boat and ended in poor Emma’s left pride and joy. She tumbled a little back and forth across the deck screaming in agony and clutching her ruined boob. Before Christine could reach her, Emma fell headfirst over the side of the boat and disappeared in the raging waves.

Carla and Christine were furious over their friends demise and continued to fire volley after volley at the fleeing ship. Either this wasn’t the opposite crew’s day or they were just simply really bad shots, cause two more of them fell in a matter of seconds…. One clutching her cunt frantically with one hand and squeezing the trigger emptying her magazine into the rushing waters. The other one was hit in her throat and she just sat down dropping her gun, clutching in vain and her hosing throat. Then falling backwards into the cockpit with her legs hanging on the outside shaking and her hips moving up and down putting on a display for the women on the following boat.

The other one fell forward on top of one of the two engines, still clutching her devastated sex and screaming in pain. Then seemingly in slow motion she rolled of it and fell into the water between the engines. She didn’t leave without saying good bye though since a moment after, the surge emanating from the boat was crimson red for a moment before going back to it’s metal gray self.

It seemed the loss of four women hadn’t changed the other captain mind into surrendering. Rather into fighting harder. The two unfortunate dead were quickly replaced by two new ones firing at Suzie’s crew.

Michelle a twentythree year old Parisienne had replaced unfortunate Emma and was firing wildly at their prey. She got of a lucky volley that passed between the two firing wenches on the other boat and slammed into the bare back of their driver, who fell dead across her steering wheel, legs apart splaying her wondrous ass pursuing girls viewing pleasure, and pumping blood through her newly opened body cavities. Michelle’s glory was short though for a second later a lucky volley from the other boat slammed into her across her chest and belly and with a hoarse grunt she fell sideways into the her cold watery grave to be. Carla and Christine rushed forward and crazed with vengefulness they kept firing and the group of women on the afterdeck of the other boat.

Two more round breasted beauties fell screaming. One headfirst overboard to sleep with the fishes and another one against two comrades and they finished in a heap on the cockpits floor. Then Carla must’ve aimed a little low because the metal hood of the left engine flew up in the air amongst a heavy shower of ignited fuel. One of the girls took the flying hood square on her chin and was sent flying a couple of feet before landing with a splash in the sea, the hood landing on top of her unconscious form a moment later…

The two girls closest to the havoced engine got showered with the spraying fuel which immediately set fire to their hair and bodies and started to run around burning shrieking bumping into one another and thus setting fire to another unfortunate bitch… Two of them managed to throw themselves or rather topple overboard while the third one crumpled in a small burning squealing sobbing heap on the floor.

The havoc of the engine had made the boat start on a curve that without the assistance of their dead driver would take it straight into the rock wall that piled itself on their right. The three women standing on the foredeck were the first to realize the danger and after shouting out a warning to the remaining girls they threw themselves headlong into the water.

A group of four or five girls emanated from inside the boat and after realizing their predicament they followed the stem-girls example and threw themselves into the water as well. Two of the braver women ran to the control console and threw the dead girl away trying to get control of their ship. None of them were very experienced at boat driving and they should have followed their comrades example… Unfortunately they realized this a moment to late and they could only stare in disbelief and panic at the rock wall piling itself up above them a moment before the boat crashed hard into the rocks, ending itself and it’s two brave drivers in a giant explosion.

Suzie made a large curve with her ship to avoid the big pieces of metal scrap falling from the sky near the havoced ship. Another smaller explosion was heard and even more junk started falling out of the sky. Suzie desperately hoped that the ship would sink soon avoiding all of the precious cargo to perish in the flames. Her wish was granted soon enough as the huge hole ripped across the boats right flank had destabilized the construction enough to brake the motorboat almost in two.

Within less than a minute the whole ship had went down under the surface and the only evidence it ever existed were the burning pieces of metal scrap still falling from the sky or laying on the surface of the water. Not to mention the seven or eight women swimming in the water trying desperately to get away from the burning inferno of their former transportation.

Suzie had brought her ship to a complete stop and it was resting on the waves. Christine was underdeck taking care of a minor wound on her arm inflicted by the other bitches fire. Jenna and Carla were standing on the foredeck aiming their uzis at the approaching swimmers. They were intent on not letting them anywhere near the vessel. The girls in the water were panting heavily after having escaped their death and swam nearly threehundred feet.

"Don’t come any closer or we’ll have to shoot you!" Jenna shouted and the girls in the water seemed to comply. They were exhausted and would’ve killed to get onboard the boat. Only getting killed for boarding the boat was a different story.

"So you bitches thought you could escape huh…?!?  Silly cunts" said Carla, still aiming her weapon at the swimming beauties. She pulled the trigger and five or six bullets hit the surface between to frightened swimmers. Her practical joke was rewarded with a squeal of fear from swimming women as the water between them erupted in a small number of fountains… "You didn’t piss in your nice suits now, did you" Carla sneered.

"FUCK YOU BITCH AND DIE!!!" screamed one of the girls and pulled a soaking wet uzi out of the water. These girls apparently knew even less of guns than of driving boats. The second the crazed girl pulled the trigger Carla and Jenna hit the deck of the boat flat on their stomachs. They knew what would probably happen but they figured they might as well be safe than sorry.

A dull crack was heard, followed by a load groaning of pain and then the shrieks from the other girls in the water. Jenna stood up first to witness the disaster. The barrel of the uzi had been full of water and the poor bitch had had a barrel blowout. She was now floating with her head and breasts above water. Well, half of her head couldn’t really be recognized as one, since the explosion had thrown most part of the mechanism her way and the pieces had shredded her beautiful features into unrecognizability. Slowly she sank below the surface leaving only a cloud of blood floating on the surface to reveal she was once there.

"Well wenches, your comrade sure has got you in trouble now…" Jenna sneared at the terrified women swimming beneath her. "I’d say you’all have a couple of opportunities now. Ask me to kill you and I will be more than happy to comply to that after what you bitches did to two of my friends." Jenna looked at the terrified faces in amusement and continued… "The other option is that you try to board this ship. I think you’ll find the result to differ little from option number one… Option number three which I must say appeals the most to me, is that we simply wait for the tourist attraction of the area to arrive.. You might have heard of it… The infamous Thai shark… After all your friend here was kind enough to sacrifice herself to bring them over here.. Show a little gratitude to her will ya…" Terrified moans were heard from below and Jenna looked in amazement at the effect her scary speech had emanated from them. "Soo ladies… What’s it gonna be…?"

Jenna never got an answer to her question. She hadn’t really expected one either. "I guess you bitches would give just about anything to have a speargun with which to impale wicked little me with right now, wouldn’t you..??" This time there was an answer. Not the one she would’ve expected but an answer nevertheless.

Suddenly with a scream immediately muffled by the water one of the heads disappeared from the surface below. A few seconds later the one closest to the boat, a nice looking brunette with large breasts and a cute face went under the surface with a splash. Jenna could see the girl disappearing with her arms flailing on top of her and bubbles emanating from her mouth.

The two disappearances were followed by two things… Panicking cries from the remaining five women and a huge cloud of red, spreading over the surface. Suddenly all five remaining girl started swimming frantically towards the ladder at the stern. Suddenly there were only four of them left as the fifth one, a redhead of no more than twenty, went under the surface with a shrill scream turned into a gurgling noise and then silence…

These wenches clearly didn’t know how to line up for something. They clawed at each others pretty faces to get to the ladder first. The first one to arrive was immediately attacked by the one behind her trying to throw her of the ladder. Her efforts were rewarded by a hard kick to the face and she fell back into the water screaming, clutching at her ruined nose. The next couple of girls tried to climb the ladder at the same time in a more sisterly fashion and they nearly almost made it out of the water when one of them was pulled abruptly back as the fourth one made another try and grabbed for her foot.

She fell back in the water were the fourth girl wrestled her panickly to get to the ladder. None of them would make it however as two sharks made a simultaneous attack and they were torn in separate directions screaming and foaming the water fencing desperately with their arms. Then they were gone.

On a box on the afterdeck sat Jenna, calmly awaiting her prey. She waited till the first girl showed up above the edge. It was a beautiful creation. A blonde with huge breasts. Jenna would have loved to squeeze them and bring this tart to bed. But war is always war and tonight Christine would have the pleasure. Just like the night before. "Now, that’s not nice!" she exclaimed. "Kicking your friend in the face like that…. You really should learn better manners bitch!!!"

With those words Jenna pulled the trigger and a volley of six or seven bullets torn through the blonde girls body. Her eyes rolled back and her hands left the ladder to clutch at her ruined belly which caused her to fall backwards into the water with a huge splash, passing her startled friend climbing up on her way down.

The last girl was terrified as she climbed over the edge. Jenna was the least of an empathic person you could possible meat, and she wouldn’t want to waste any more bullets on these wenches than she had already done. She finished this last one off with a powerful kick to her throat. The girl was smarter than her forerunner so she only let the ladder go with one hand, and the other grabbing at her throat as gurgling sounds came over her lips. She tried to draw a breath but Jenna’s foot had crushed her windpipe and the only thing she could do was to utter some hoarse rattles before loosing her grip and falling headlong into the water.

Jenna stood there for while fearing that she might have miscalculated the amount of bitches in the water. After a couple of minutes she felt confident enough that the good sharks had taken care of the waste and went underdeck to see how Christine was doing.

Part #2 The Prey

Within the next half-hour the four women had dressed themselves up in their scubagear. No wetsuits were needed in these fairly warm waters, so they only wore tanks, masks, regulators and finns on top of their skimpy bikinis. Because of Christine’s arm wound, Suzie wouldn’t let her come down with them. She was afraid the scent of blood would attract more sharks. She figured that the sharks in the area should be pretty full by now considering the more than abundant lunch they had just eaten but she wanted to be sure.

She helped Barbara, Carla and Jenna with their gear and in minutes they were ready to go down. Christine stood on deck with her arm in a white package. She would have liked to go down there to investigate the sunken ship but she didn’t want to put her friends in danger and most importantly she didn’t want to disobey any of Suzie’s orders or end up as shark food either. Suzie’s good judgement had saved their lives more than once and thus she was a very respected and appreciated leader.

The other four girls disappeared under the surface one after another. Suzie went down first with her speargun held ready in front of her just in case any of the sharp teethed fished would still be around. The gun was a specially developed weapon for underwater fighting and not the usual single speared gun. It had a magazine holding nine spears and one in the barrel. It was powered by a carbonic acid cartridge and was thus fully automatic. The length of the spears made the weapon somewhat bulky, but it also gave the carrier a sense of security. This puppy could shot a grain of dust of a peach from a hundred feet away. That is what the supplier claimed anyway.

The seafloor was fairly flat. Suzie had been afraid they would have to dive very deep but she was relieved to see that the remains of the boat were no deeper than fifty feet. Actually the boat was rather intact seen from this side. The huge hole ripped open at the collision was on the other side against the rock wall.

The four women quickly finned down to the sunken motorboat and approached the stern. Suzie had Carla stand guard outside of the ship and they switched on their communicators so that they would be able to warn each other if anything seemed wrong. Actually it was a simple red blinking light attached to the wrist along with a button that could be pressed lighting the wristband of anyone within two hundred feet distance.

Carla positioned herself against a large rock with a good view over the wreck and the seafloor near it. Looking up she could see the well-known shape of their motorboat rocking on the waves fifty feet above. Carla was a thirty year old roman.  And very well endowed girl as well. She performed her duties with the utmost seriousness. She held her speargun tight and expected anything. In this odd business it was the best way of staying alive. She had realized this over the years.

The other three girls entered the door leading from the cockpit inside the sip with their weapons held high. There was no way of telling how badly these bitches wanted to live and what tricks they might have hidden up their sleeve. The door led to a stair going down a few steps into a center corridor leading halfway towards the stem. Barbara pulled a door on the right open, and a cloud of bubbles erupted from her moth along with a muffled scream.

The hideously burned shape of what once was a woman fell out of the room having leaned against the door. If the burns wouldn’t have been enough to kill the tart, the spear now protruding between her shoulder blades would surely have had the job done. Poor Barbara was scared to death but recovered quickly as she saw the cheerful sneers she got from her friends. She felt like a silly kid and decided not to open any more doors on this vessel.

They searched through the rooms on each side of the corridor without finding much of interest to them on the ship. Suddenly they were all startled as a frantic rapping was heard. They quickly located the sound to a small door near the end of the hallway. They figured it had to be the toilet on board. From the inside screams for help were heard. Apparently the bitch had chosen a bad time to relieve herself and had probable been knocked senseless at the crash. Then the water pressing against the door had prevented her from opening it.

"Help us!!!" was heard from inside. "Us..." Suzie sneared. "There’s two of them in there… You see Barbara, missions and sex don’t compute…" she sneared at the young woman, who looked back at her in played guilt. Suzie was a person who appreciated a job well done. She did feel with the poor bitches in there, but her bosses wouldn’t have, so that’s the way it it was going to be.

She located a small closed ventilation hatch on the wall next to the door and figured it must lead inside there as well. It was fastened with a big handle with an arrow indicating how it should be opened. Suzie had her friends step away from the door from which the knocking continued without rest. Then she pulled the small handle around ninety degrees as shown. Nothing happened. She figured the construction must be American junk and pulled the handle all the way around.

If the effect hadn’t come of the first time, now it was doubled... "Nooooooo!!!!, help uuuuus!!!!" The rapping on the door was increased tremendously and Suzie had a real fight with her conscience. Suddenly holes appeared in the door and bullets slammed into the opposite wall spraying it in a wide circle… "DIE YOU FUCKING CUNTS!!!!" was heard from the other side of the door…. "DIE YOU DAMN BITURGHLLLLLLL" then just "uuguuurrrgggll...." then nothing…

The three girls stood still for a couple of minutes of silence. They waited for occasional bullets to come through the door and they were also silently saying prayers, thanking the good lord they had not been the ones inside the other room. When nothing had happened for a few minutes Suzie pushed them forward against the last door at the end of the hall. They realized this was a door worthy of Fort Knox and it would take more than the simple fusing burner they had brought along to open it. It looked very solid and had a large combination wheel in the middle of it as well as a giant lever to open it. The situation was hopeless.

In desperation and fury Barbara clang to the handle of the door and the huge door slid slowly open. Suzie couldn’t believe their luck. And neither the stupidity of these bitches. Unbelievable she though to herself, and then she entered the room with her gun held high in front of her. If the ventilation hatches leading into this room hadn’t been open, the door would never had opened. Ironic she thought to herself. These harlots ventilate the vault but not their bathrooms.

On shelves along the sides of the room paper packets were piled. A lot of them had been thrown down on the floor during the crash along with a couple of shelves. The three girls started to unfold the large black plastic sacks they had brought along and started to fill them up with the brown packets. It was an enormous amount of coke lying around on the floor. These wenches must have traveled around with a ship load of dough. Somewhere near five hundred pounds. One could definitely have a party here, Suzie thought to herself and kept on packing the sacks.

On the outside things had been quite since the three girls left for the sunken ship. Carla sat leaning her back against her rock, enjoying the feel of the water caressing her body. Had she looked up towards their boat and not at her fingernails she might have noticed the rotating shadow on the surface and also the circular pattern of waves caused by whipping winds above.

Suddenly she heard the dull sound of splashing water and looked up just in time to see a second diver following the first one. "Shit!" she thought and started pressing the small button at her wristband furiously. The bitches must have called for help before crashing. But a helicopter, who would have expected that.

Carla watched in disbelief as the two first frogwomen were followed by at least eight more. All of them wore black french style wetsuits cut low over their muscular bellies exposing their bellybottoms . Their hair was cut short and they were really fast swimmers too. Actually only six of them were swimming while the two others were clutching at spurting wounds in their bellies and chests. Carla smiled as she realized Christine had done a good job up there.

Each of them had a gun at hand that Carla had never seen before. She soon got aware of their function though, because a moment later a small blurry projectile buried itself right next to her. She didn’t count on being so lucky the next time, so she dove behind the rock as fast as she could.

She could hear more projectiles slamming into the rock and sending small shards of stone flying, as she rounded it. She realized that poor Christine was probably dead by now and she set her mind on avenging her lost friend. Carla looked to the right where the boat was and realized that a group of five or more divers were almost at the entrance. She figured she had nothing to loose so she jumped up from her hiding place and looked startled right into the barrel of one of the divers guns. She jerked backwards just in time to see something fly past her at a far to small distance. She crouched on the sea floor and a second later the firing frogwoman appeared over the rock to watch her kill.

Carla pulled the trigger and sent a spear flying. The diver didn’t even have time to gasp before the spear hit between her ample breasts jerking her upper body backwards. Her cheeky face turned into one of extreme agony as the frogwoman shrieked into her mask and then rolled around to sink slowly, letting her weapon go and clutching at the spear entering her luscious body. The regulator had fallen out of her mouth followed by a cloud of blood. Her legs kicked spasmodically for a few seconds and then she was still. Blood still trickling from her mouth, her eyes staring.

Carla was excited about her kill and wanted to add another frogbitch to her killing list. She finned around the rock in a rightturn and was rewarded as she almost swam into the second frogwoman from behind. The diver was startled at the feel of something sharp pointing at her lower back. And even worse at the hideous pain tearing through her body as the metal shaft of Carla’s spear shot through her body from just above the crack of her ass to protrude just above her bellybottom. She writhed in agony, lost her mouthpiece and grabbed the protruding shaft as if she wanted to pull it out of her belly.

The diver vomited blood and the remains of her lunch and spun around shrieking in agony letting loose a cloud of bubbles as she sank to the bottom to sit nicely staring at the shaft sticking out of her belly. Carla stood over her watching her dying foe in obvious excitement. A little too excited to see the third frogwoman standing only feet away from her.

Suddenly her mouth was filled with salty water and she realized that her airtube had been cut off. She did what her instincts told her and reached behind her back to try to grab the hosing tube. The other diver came forth putting an arm around Carla’s throat and jerking her backwards at the same time as stabbing her in the lower back with her diving knife. Carla felt a terrible pain exploding in her back and then a great cold overcame her and she felt no more.

On board the ship no one was aware of the war going on outside. Barbara had just grabbed the first plastic sack and was on her way to the outside. Halfway down the corridor she was startled at the sight of the blackclad beauty coming towards her. The two girls saw each other at the exact same time and had their weapons readied and firing in moments. Barbara saw a group of divers coming behind the first one and shot and emptied her magazine in their direction.

Heroically the first girl took two hits in her chest and her belly before doubling over in agony to stand on all fours on the floor clutching at the shafts protruding from her slender shape. The unfortunate bitch right behind the first one dropped her gun and jerked backwards with her head in an impossible angle and arms flailing as one of Barbara’s spears had hit her straight in her throat and had cracked her spine before pointing out from her neck amongst a flood of crimson blood.

The ones behind them fired wildly at poor Barbara and she doomed blonde slumped against a wall clutching at her ruined chest area where three holes had now appeared from which blood flew freely. Between her legs a cloud of yellow spread momentarily before blending with the surrounding water. Then the blonde was still.

The slightly decimated group of divers made it down the hall clearly aiming for the treasury at the end of it. They held their weapons ready to fire since these bitches seemed to have a thing for surprise attacks. They stumbled upon the bathroom door with the bulletholes in it. After a second of consideration one of them smashed her barrel through one of the holes and started firing wildly inside the small compartment.

Afterwards they opened the door just to witness the damage they had just inflicted on the two girls on the inside. Their own people. Filled with disgust they made it once again for the giant door at the end of the hall without meeting any resistance. At this point they were almost sure that either there were no remaining bitches or that they were too busy with collecting the goods inside the vault. Their goods.

With a signal from the leader diver the group of three women burst through the door with weapons lifted high. Only there was no one to shoot at in there except for what seemed to be at least half of the shipment. Lying on the floor were two of their former comrades wearing the usual skimpy outfit. A quick and terrible thought struck the three women almost at the same instant. These girls weren’t for sure killed by bullets. Rather by drowning.

The moment after a dull thud was heard behind them and they turned as one, just to see that the heavy metal door had just slammed shut behind them. They all swam too it and started to pound frantically on it.

On the outside Suzie was more than pleased with her accomplishment and she could hear the dull noise of hands and the divers weapons slamming against the solid metal. She had turned the huge handle of the door to the ‘close’ position but didn’t bother to turn the combination wheel. She just might want to enter this room later when the lack of air and time had done her job for her.

She was going to wait for quite a while. At lest as long as it would take for one person to consume the air of the three tubes of oxygen that had just entered the room. She was dead sure that only one of the bitches inside would suffer her death from suffocation. The others would probably be dead already with neat bulletholes in their young bodies. These wenches had no moral, she sneered.

Her sneer turned into a gasp of fear as she turned around and looked straight down the barrel of one of the enemies guns. The girl just stood there apparently very pleased with her captives startled condition. The girl waved to Suzie that she wanted her to drop her gun. Suzie obeyed promptly. She was pushed backwards with the barrel of her enemies gun pointing at her belly until she stood with her back against the large door at the end of the hall.

Suzie could hear that there was still a frenetic activity going on in there. Dull pounds of hands and guns hammering against the door. Suzie was glad she wasn’t inside there even if her current situation wasn’t that much better really. Her captor had now lifted her weapon to point it straight at Suzie’s throat and Suzie prepared herself for the pain that would soon tear through her. Not that she had any idea of how it would feel to die but she had wondered many times as she had been close to meeting her maker in this line of work.

Suddenly she could hear a loud grunt and opened her eyes to see her captive collapse to the floor with a hand clutching at the back of her head where blood trickled out slowly. Behind her hated captor she could see Jenna’s broad smile sneering a her. She shook her head as to say "what would you ever do without me boss?!".

Part #3 The End

It took the unfortunate bitch less than a moment to realize the dangerous predicament she was in. The first thing she felt was a dreadful headache almost splitting her head in two. The second thing was that her hands were tightly secured with ropes to pipes leading along the roof of the small corridor and so were her feet, tied in the same way to other pipes leading along the sides of the corridor. The next thing she noticed was that she had been stripped completely naked except for the oxygen tube hanging on her back and her mask and mouthpiece still on her face.

In front of her stood two figures that she soon made out to be her previous captive and probably a friend of hers. They just smiled meanly at her, pleased that their prisoner had regained consciousness.

Suzie thought to herself that they’d captured a real beauty. The girl hanging there like a pig readying for slaughter had a magnificent body. And she almost felt sorry that she wouldn’t get the chance to bring this tart to bed with her. However business is business and this girl was enemy and should be treated thereafter.

The tied up girl gasped in fear as Suzie’s hand neared her mouthpiece and ripped it free of her mouth. She looked at her captor with panic-stricken eyes and started to pull at her restraints will her full strength. She even tried to scream. But the only thing that happened is that she let loose a cloud of bubbles. In this state her bladder wouldn’t obey her and the poor bitch let loose a cloud of yellow piss that the two divers watched in amused disgust.

Their captive had almost passed to unconsciousness when they gave her the mouthpiece back. She inhaled the air hungrily and her body relaxed noticeably.

Suzie and Jenna grabbed the two plastic sacks Jenna had left in a nearby room before aiding her boss, and exited she ship with spearguns held high. They decided to leave the sacks on the ocean floor and check out the situation on the surface first.

As they neared their boat they could see the shape of a person standing on the deck of the boat staring into the waves in hope to see some of her comrades return. Suzie and Jenna were both positive that this could not be Christine. They swam backwards just below the surface and fired two spears simultaneously towards the shape on the deck.

The woman on deck had been pleased with her assignment which was to board the ship and to kill anyone on board. The wounded bitch in there had been a piece of cake taking care of especially as the wench had emptied her magazine in her two friends bodies. She felt sorry for those two but this woman was her own best friend and 'live and let die' was her motto. After that she had been standing on deck waiting for her comrades to return. She could make out two shapes closing in on the ship just to swim away from it. She got the feeling that something somehow had went terribly wrong and started to ready her gun.

The moment after she was thrown backwards by two spears entering her luscious body. One through her ribcage impaling her lung and the other one through her lower abdomen just above her love triangle.

Her sight was blurring and she moaned and grunted with mortal pain as two soaking wet figures climbed on board to stand above her. She could feel four strong hands grab her by her hands and feet and she only had the strength to whimper silently as they threw her off the ship into the salty water below.

Suzie and Jenna would wait till early next morning before going down to fetch the sacks inside the ship. They wanted to be a hundred per cent sure that both their naked tart as well as the women trapped in the stem compartment would be safely dead before making an attempt to enter that ship again.