SCARLETS DOMAIN

Prologue:
Deep in the Brazilian jungle, camouflaged to appear harmless, sits the
laboratory of Dr. Heinz Ormschmidt, noted German microbiologist. The Nazi regime
has transplanted Herr Doktor and his lab here to avoid the Allied air raids
while he, along with his assistant, the beautiful, voluptuous and totally
lesbian Heidi Von Furpuss work on an experiment vital to the Nazi war effort. By
combining genetics, cloning, and mind control, the Nazis hope to develop an
undetectable means of destroying allied shipping. The lab contains one large
tank of about 10 meters by 20 meters by 2 meters filled with a water solution
along with several smaller tanks built into the walls of the facility. Many
tables containing bottles, test tubes, and other scientific equipment furnish
the room along with shelves containing hundreds of small bottles that contain
genetic material, eggs and sperm of various fish and animal life including
human. Meanwhile, the Allied intelligence departments have received information
about strange happening in the jungle and, fearing it may be linked to A-bomb
experiments, are preparing an assault force to investigate and destroy any Nazi
facilities they find.

Chapter1
Perhaps to Successful

After laboring for months, the doktor can see solid results. Hundreds of
combinations tried and failed, now success as the genetically engineered
creature in the large tank was living under it's own power. His growth drug had
accelerated a normal growth rate from years to a matter of weeks. A fully
developed creature, prototype of a new species, could now be trained for the top
secret mission. Hitler's plan was one huge step closer to reality. Der Fuhrer
wanted a creature strong enough to carry a 100 lb magnetic limpet mine while
fast enough to catch merchant shipping attach the mine and escape before
detonation blows the bottom out of the ship, and trainable to work for the
Nazis. Now the doktor thought he had achieved all the goals. The creature in the
tank could easily carry a mine or two on it's back and was faster in the water
than any merchant vessel and it had a mind that could be molded to the Nazi
will. An army of these creatures could bring England to her knees where the
U-boats could not because the Allies could not conceive of their existence and
if they had known, there still was no way to detect the silent assassins. During
the last two weeks the doktor and Heidi had been training their creation and the
creature proved very intelligent, far more than the dolphins that had been tried
and rejected. What the doktor hadn't planned on was the primal urgings of the
genetic donors emerging in his creature. It was a dangerous combination he had
come up with, by combining genetic material from shark, barracuda and
homosapiens the creature swimming in the tank had been manufactured, as it will,
to his specifications. From head to tail it was just over six feet in length and
weighed about 140 lbs. He had created a living version of the mythical mermaid.
The female creature had the upper torso of a woman blending to a lower body
resembling a large fish. The Germanic genes had produced a strikingly beautiful
blue eyed head covered in cascades of wet blond hair. The nose was small and
membranes cover the nostrils when in water. Her mouth was larger than normal
though not unattractive with large blood red lips that covered her sharp teeth,
a result of her barracuda genes. Her neck was long and thicker than a human neck
with rows of gill flaps down each side. Her chest was all human with the
exception of the gauzie fin that rose from her backbone from just below the neck
to where her not quite human ass crack began. A pair of firm pink 40 inch
breasts topped with big brown nipples graced the front of her chest and her
waist necked down to 26 inches before flaring out to modified hips. At this
point the transformation was most evident. Her coloring changed to silver
bluegreen and the soft skin began to change to small scales. Except for the
scales and the fact that she had no crotch her ass appeared human and in between
the bumps of her ass checks was an orifice covered by twin membranes. This was
the creatures vagina and her shit hole was down near her tailfin.
Thinking his creature perfect for the task, the doktor had taken blood samples
from her and now had thousands of clones in his incubation tanks. After the
tests were complete on his prototype subject, a few hundred would be force grown
and trained. The rest would be released to the sea to fend for themselves.
He found out just how short sighted he had been one day while training his new
pet. Unfortunately for him, it was a lethal mistake. It had been late and the
exhausted Heidi had gone to retire. After stripping naked she sat on the toilet
while her warm yellow piss sprinkled out over her pussy lips. She struck such a
stunning picture that many men would have swum through a mile of that golden
liquid just to see where it came from. It would have been a wasted effort, Heidi
preferred her own gender when it came to sex. She stood her five foot eight
inch, 140 lb body under the cool shower washing away the days dirt from her firm
tanned 38 inch tits. Lathering up, she massaged the firm swell of her flat
belly, down her long legs and back up her thighs, cleaning her clit and asshole.
The shower complete, she dried off, giving her breasts and pussy extra attention
with the soft towel before climbing into bed, sleeping nude, as was her habit in
the hot climate. She had teased the doctor many times to a fever pitch only to
turn him away when he wanted release from his sexual tension. She knew that he
spied on her when she slept naked and jerked off dreaming of plunging between
her satin thighs. the cum stains outside her bedchamber were proof enough that
she was driving him wild with lust. He considered raping the teasing tramp but
she was never out of arms reach of her trusty 9mm Luger pistol.
The doktor had been working on motor skills with the mermaid and was in the tank
with her in swim shorts when she began to swim around his legs, pressing her
breasts against him. The surprised man, although sixty, was still male and his
cock began to grow. Sensing his arousal the mermaid backed her fish cunt up to
his cock and swayed side to side then turned and pulled down his shorts with her
long webbed fingers. Her cavernous mouth opened and took in all of his German
sausage. With her hands pinning his ass forward he let himself be sucked off by
the she creature but before he could cum she flipped her self around, bent her
body at a sharp angle and drove her fish cunt on the hard shlong. The scales
scratched his crotch but the rutting man didn't care. He had been without a
woman for months; the sexy Heidi drove him crazy with lust but would have none
of his advances. The mermaid may not have been as beautiful as Heidi but her
cunt was hot, wet and willing. The hybrid beauty gave out a little yelp as her
hymen met and was ruptured by the hard male probe then she settled into a
rhythmic pumping of her muscled ass on the doktor's penis. It was kinky sex, he
thought but it sure beat the hell out of using the palm of his hand. He pumped
the fish woman for all he was worth and let fly a load of hot sticky cum up her
virgin qwim. The mermaid writhed in the water as she felt the mating goo squirt
into her womb. It was over to soon and she was far from satisfied. Slipping off
the shrinking shlong she turned and tried to orally revive his tool, she licked
his cock clean and fondled his balls but the guy was old and out of shape, he
could not respond; then her instincts told her what to do next.
Heidi was laying on her bunk tweaking her turgid nipples with one hand and using
a test tube as a dildo between her soft flaring thighs and dreaming of nights
back in Germany when she and some of her girlfriends would go to bars and tease
the men there till not a flaccid cock remained, then the teasing tramps would
leave the men high and dry and spend the evening in their apartment laughing
about their cruelty as they tongue and finger fucked each other. Now alone, she
had to make do with lab equipment and her imagination. At times she wished the
doktor had ordered bigger test tubes. She sorely missed the company of another
woman to share her bed. In the months she had been stuck in this God forsaken
jungle only one opportunity for sexual release had presented itself. A young
native girl made the mistake of wandering too close to the lab when Heidi was
outside sunning her lush nude body under the noon skys. The olive skinned
teenage girl had never seen a blond woman in her life so she stopped to stare,
concealed by some bushes. Heidi lay on her back with her feet to the girl. The
Nazi's long legs were slightly spread and the native could just make out the
sweet pink pussy between the well muscled thighs.
A rustling in the bushes alerted Heidi and she opened her eyes, making out a
shape trying to hide. Reaching for her ever present Luger, Heidi sprang to her
feet and commanded the intruder to show it's self. The frightened girl slowly
stepped out from her hiding spot with arms raised. Heidi quickly appraised the
spy and saw she was not an immediate threat. The girl was too young and clearly
had no weapons. She was fourteen at most, slim and lithe. She wore a short, wrap
around, skirt like garment and nothing else. Her bare chest sprouted a pair of
just developing tits, small and rock hard. Long straight black hair hung nearly
to her waist. In three or four years she would develop into a sultry native
beauty but Heidi didn't have time to wait. The Nazi slut motioned with her
pistol for the girl to approach. When the girl was within arms reach, Heidi put
down her gun and grabbed the girl by the hair. She forced the girl to her knees
and shoved her face into Heidi's waiting blond muff. Heidi used her grip on the
native's head to grind the girl's mouth into her hot pussy. At first the young
native girl fought back but soon her struggles were replaced with willing
participation. The girl used her free hands to drop her skirt then she clasped
Heidi's firm ass and spread her cheeks. Soon two slim fingers were pushing into
the Nazi's tight asshole. Heidi squealed in pleasure and released her bladder.
The hot piss cascaded over the native's face and she tried to swallow all she
could. By now, Heidi's legs were quivering and she had to lay back. The young
girl followed her down and sat on the Nazi's face. Heidi grabbed her olive
thighs and drilled a virgin pussy with a well trained Aryan tongue. She worked
the girl's cunt for a few minutes then had the native get on hands and knees.
Heidi mounted the girl like a dog in heat, slamming her cunt against the
native's small ass. The girl turned over and Heidi dropped down on her. The big
German tits dwarfed the girl's small breasts and Heidi's full lips covered the
small girls mouth. The middle digit of Heidi's left hand probed a tight cunt and
was stopped by her hymen. The young girl didn't realize she was near an orgasm
and it struck the moment Heidi rammed through her virgin shield. The girl had
three finger of her hand in Heidi's twat when the orgasm overwhelmed her and she
clasped her hands into fists. The vise clamp on her cunt triggered Heidi's
climax and the two interlocked females rolled about in the grass, writhing in
lust.
As the lust subsided, Heidi began to think a little more clearly. While the girl
was not a threat, she could tell others and compromise the mission. If that
happened, Heidi would face the wrath on the German High Command and she had no
wish to surrender her tender body to the torments of the Gestapo. So, after the
two rutting females finished their fuckfest and the girl walked back toward the
jungle, Heidi raised her pistol and fired. The bullet hit the native in the
lower back and spun her half around. Down on one knee, she grimaced in pain and
looked at Heidi in confusion. The remorseless Nazi bitch, knowing it was her or
the native, took careful aim and fired again, striking the girl between her
boobs. The native flipped backward, arched her back once and sprawled out dead.
Heidi dumped the body in the woods and told the doktor she had shot at an animal
to scare it away from her.
When the scream tore through the lab it startled her back to the present.
Pulling the glass cock from her golden haired snatch, she ran naked back to the
lab with her long blond hair streaming down to her full hips, and large firm
tits jiggling with her cadence. Bursting into the room with her Luger in hand
she was horrified to see the bloody body of the doktor, dead from blood loss and
heart failure, floating in the pool with his genitals gone. One look at the
bloody mouth of the mermaid now backed into the far corner of the tank and she
knew what had happened, the barracuda gene had emerged. The mermaid looked
almost as startled at the events as Heidi. She was holding her head and sobbing
while viewing her dead creator. Heidi pointed her Luger at the long hard nipple
of the mermaid's blood stained left tit while she tried to make sense of what
had happened and what to do next. One thing was certain, if the fishwoman so
much as moved, she would end the experiment permanently. Before the trigger
could be pulled and a 9mm slug rip through the genetically engineered creature's
firm flesh and ruin years of work, Heidi got another shock as the mermaid spoke.
"Please no" implored the targeted killer, her hands outstretched. The stunned
Heidi lowered the weapon, she knew their creature was intelligent but never
dreamed it was capable of learning a spoken language it such a short time. "I
don't know what made me do it, something told me to mate and kill, I couldn't
help myself, please don't hurt me" continued the fishwoman.
It was starting to make some sense, the mermaid in the tank had the body and
urges of an adult but her mind hadn't yet caught up, thus the revulsion of what
she had just done. Soon however, she would mate, kill, and devour without a pang
of remorse. "Very well, I won't shoot but we must discover why this happened"
Heidi thought something like this might happen because of the reproductive urges
of the host genes used but the departed doktor had dismissed her views and
reminded her she was just an assistant. If her thesis was true she need not fear
the mermaid as only males would arouse the killing instinct. The next morning
she would test her theory but first she had to get rid off the doktors body.
With the mermaid's help the body was pushed out of the tank and Heidi dragged it
to the acid pit used to dispose of failed experiments.
By the next morning the tanks filters had cleaned out any blood and the water
was again clean, blue and warm. The lithe mermaid was lazily swimming about as
Heidi approached and appraised the naked creature that fate had made her's.
Staring at the supple form in the tank, Heidi began to get a burning urge deep
between her legs for she also had been without real sex for a long time, and
even though she had many lesbian lovers, she hesitated remembering the doktor
fate. The mermaid seemed to read her mind as she held out her arms and said "You
have nothing to fear from me, you spared my life and we shall be friends and
lovers". "I believe you", responded Heidi "and I will call you Giesle after my
old lover in Germany". "Let's really get to know each other Ok". The mermaid
nodded "Giesle"," I like my new name, please, Heidi come in and join me". Heidi
removed her lab jacket and white shorts to reveal her perfect body and climbed
the ladder to the tank. As she threw her long leg over the tank top the admiring
mermaid had a closeup view of her pink lipped pussy. Then as the long legs of
Heidi lowered into the water, the head of Giesle came up between them and sought
out the soft twat with her long tongue. Heidi moaned her pleasure as the tongue
explored the sweet recesses of her hot box. "Oh yes", she thought, "This is much
better than a piece of glass". The two females spent most of the morning
exploring each others bodies with Giesle laying belly down on a edge of the tank
so Heidi could tongue fuck the mermaids clit without drowning. They rolled about
in the warm water with their breasts pressed together and their hands groping
the hidden recesses of their genitals. Both bitches were quivering near extasy
as their tongues explored the depths of their mouths and the big mermaid
exploded in orgasm as Heidi switched her tongue to flicking the neck gills of
her new lover. Heidi's first orgasm came when Giesle swam through her spread
legs and tickled her pussy lips with her dorsal fin. With long webbed fingers up
her clit and ass she came a second time. The big mermaid tits squired milk down
Heidi's throat as she suckled Giesle while dildoing her to another orgasm. The
time was getting late and after multiple orgasms both females needed rest as
Heidi climbed from the pool, her long hair and pussy both dripping water on the
floor. Neither bitch knew they would never have the chance to discover the
reason for the attack on the doktor or find the sweet bliss of interspecies love
again as fate was about to have the dice come up snake eyes.

Chapter 2
It Ain't Over Till It's Over

Able Team 1 had been assigned to investigate reports of unusual activities deep
in the Brazilian jungle. With many Nazis escaping Germany and holing up in South
America to escape the bounties placed on their heads by the Allies, several
teams were kept busy rooting out the scum. Most missions were routine, track
down a kraut war criminal, wait till their guard was down, and execute them. The
best bet was to catch the Nazi naked in bed with a floozy. Once in a while they
were after a lady Nazi but the plan worked the same way. The assassins would
bust in on the German officers and their whores. The Nazis were always killed on
the spot, but the whores usually lived unless they were stupid enough to pick up
a gun. If so they where considered enemies and drilled along with their lovers.
Able Team 1 had been assigned the assassination of a woman only once, she had
been a high priority target. Marked for death was Coronel Wilma Schultz, a
prison camp commandant who had just escaped the advancing Russians. The
undisputable evidence of prisoner torture, mutilated and burned bodies, was
unearthed by the liberating Ruskies at her camp. Soon the word went out to find
and terminate the evil bitch with extreme preduice. She was spotted by Allied
agents in a small South American country that was neutral and would not
extradite Nazis. It would have to be a covert execution and soon Able Team 1 was
hot on her still attractive Aryan ass. At one time before the war, she had been
a great looking woman with a body built like a goddess, but years of hard
drinking and partying had taken their toll. Her once firm and shapely body had
started to get fat, and while her face still had hints of her former beauty, it
also showed the wear and tear of her loose lifestyle. Sex would be her downfall,
rarely an evening passed that she wasn't fucking some local stud. She liked them
young and hard and the Latin youths clamored for the chance to be ravished by
the big German bitch. That's how the team met up with her; breaking into her
bedroom one evening, the assassination team came face to face with the forty
five year old woman. The ageing tramp was sitting on the cock of a man half her
age and riding him like a stallion. She was facing the foot of the bed with her
plump ass to her paramours face when the GI's burst into the room with guns
blazing. Her Latin lover had his hands around her legs, tightly holding her
ample thighs tight to his crotch as he climaxed into her big sweaty cunt. This
held the woman up as three Thompson submachine guns blasted dozens of rounds
into the soft belly and large but sagging breasts of the Nazi bitch.
"Neinnnnnnnnn, Ooohhh, Arrgg", wailed the juicy target as she jerked and
struggled to avoid the sting of the hot lead to no avail. With her pasty white
skin covered with blood, she fell to her side and died, joining the hundreds of
her victims in the afterworld. Her stud also died in the hail of gunfire but not
before a slug punched into his bitch lover's groin and severed the top of his
sperm spewing cock.
On a different mission a misguided bitch who should have survived with just a
gang rape, paid the ultimate price for her loyalties and also cost her fellow
chippies their lives. The target was a Nazi general who had holed up in a small
village. He had taken over the largest house in the village and lived there with
half a dozen local girls who serviced him and other men with the money. The
poor, ignorant farmers of the area were incensed by the whorehouse but feared
the Nazi more than they loathed the immoral sluts. The situation remained
volatile till the night the hit team broke into the general's bedroom. He was
passed out on the bed with his favorite chippy. She tried to pull a Luger out
from under her pillow as the Kraut officer next to her on the bed was plugged.
Hampered by booze, she was way to slow to respond and didn't have a chance.
Switching his aim from the dead kraut, the team leader had stitched a row of
slugs into the pert tits of the red headed whore. Slammed by the multiple
impacts of the lead slugs, her body jerked and contorted on the bed. "Filthy
swine, Aaarrghhh Owwww" she cried, dropping the gun and grabbing her ventilated
boobs. Flopping back onto the pillow she writhed and moaned a moment till she
expired. The beautiful dead whore's face was twisted in agony and her blood
flowing down the ravished knockers, over her belly and down thru the red bush
between her spread legs.
Seeing the dead body of their friend splayed out bloody on the bed, the rest of
the bitches in the whorehouse cooperated in every way to save their skins. If
the naked bitches had Nazi leanings, they didn't show it as they obediently took
GI cock between their legs. The next morning when the locals investigated the
commotion at the bordello they found the naked tarts bound spread eagled to
their beds with pussies and ass full of good old red white and blue cum. It
would have been easier on the sluts if the Americans had gunned them down for
one of the men in the group was a religious fanatic and with the Nazi dead, he
stirred the mob into a frenzy of self righteousness. The surviving women were
beaten and whipped before the bordello was put to the torch. Over the crackle
and roar of the flames could be heard the agonized screams of the immolated
prostitutes.

Chapter 3
A Hatred Learned

Leading the "Able Team 1" assassins was Sgt. Greg "Cunt Killer" Martin. He had
come by his colorful nickname the previous summer when he was the only survivor
of an ill planned assault on a Nazi rocket laboratory in Norway. A corporal at
the time, he was part of a twelve man squad sent in to destroy the facility and
either capture the scientists for the Allies or kill them if they would not
switch loyalties. Allied intelligence had been a little sloppy and some details
of the Nazi lab were missed.
Dr. Ericka Van Schwantztaker, a forty year old lesbian chemical and rocket
scientist with a body built like a brick shithouse, had approached Aldolf Hitler
personally with a proposal to set up a laboratory staffed with six female
scientists and guarded by a garrison of female SS troops. She argued; strangely
enough while on her knees sucking off der Fuhrer, that the absence of men would
eliminate the main distraction to research, fucking. The little house painter,
after whitewashing her throat with pure Aryan cum, agreed to her plan. It never
dawned on Adolph that Ericka just wanted a quiet, isolated place for her lesbian
orgies, away from the prying eyes of the Gestapo. "Lesbian Lab" as it began
known in scientific circles was set up in a remote area near the coast of
Norway. Now Ericka had a lesbian enclave where she could indulge her fantasies
without interruption. Her five assistants were all young attractive lesbians she
had met in the university. It was a strange twist of fate that Heidi had once
worked under Dr. Erika before her assignment to South America.
Ericka made sure that enough progress was made to keep the High Command off her
back but all during the warm evening hours the air was filled with the sounds of
dildos slipping into pussies and asses, moans of orgasms, and the slap of
leather on soft flesh. The SS garrison was staffed with sexy young bisexuals and
lesbian dykes. The garrison commander, thirty year old Ln. Sharese Hermelee, a
dark haired, busty, amazon beauty; took her orders directly from Ericka who had
hand picked the group. The SS girls were picked with a eye to pleasing her in
bed and Ericka loved to take on two, three, and more women at a time. By the
time of the raid, she had bedded down most of the females in camp. Her favorite
position was sitting on the face of one bitch and as her pussy was being licked
out she could whip the lickers cunt with her riding crop till the lips turned
red and puffy. Two other women would be sucking her big jugs and their asses
would also feel the sting of the whip. One evening a girl guard, tired from a
long shift on duty, could not bring Ericka to an orgasm. The frustrated
scientist had the poor girl held down while she whipped her mercilessly. The
nubile nude body of the young tart was covered with welts, nothing had escaped
the whip. The long red marks rose from her firm pointed tits, tight butt cheeks,
thighs, belly and cunt. Finally, Ericka's arms grew tired and she strapped on a
long studded dildo. The oversexed camp leader reached her sought after climax as
she rammed the invasive cock up the whipped girls tender ass. Other times, she
liked taking the big shaft up her own plump ass and several women would take
turns wearing the hard instrument until Ericka finally was satisfied. After an
evening with Ericka the "lucky" women for that evening would relax in a large
pool of cool water and lick each others tender pussies.
Into this cesspool of sin walked the ill informed American force. They had been
told the lab was staffed with six scientists and was guarded by a small garrison
of maybe ten men. They assumed the scientists would be male and certainly had
not expected over forty fanatical SS bitches to guard six female scientists and
a small lab. Things had gone in the toilet right from the start when, in the
predawn hours, the GI assigned to take out the perimeter guard had stepped on a
stick and alerted his prey. The German had spun around and grabbed his wrist
before the American's combat knife could be plunged into the Nazi's back. Now
the GI found himself locked in hand to hand combat with the black clad SS guard.
A solid left fist to the guts brought a grunt of air from the Nazi who was
softened up for a leg sweep. Slamming the kraut down on it's back the GI was
about to plunge in his knife when the Germans helmet fell off and long blond
hair followed. In the dim light he noticed the large twin peaks under the black
shirt, stared into her flawless face and muttered," Jesus Christ it's a woman"!
He had never killed a woman before and his knife wavered over her chest as he
tried to summon the nerve to desecrate the bosom below him. The indecision cost
him his life. The bitch was playing for keeps and brought her knee up into his
groin stunning him with pain, then she wrapped her long legs around his body and
reversed positions, and did not hesitate to plunge a knife in his chest. The
element of surprise was lost as the victorious bitch got to her feet yelling for
help and sprinted to the alarm button mounted on a power pole near her post.
"Son of a Bitch"! muttered the American sergeant as he triggered his gun.
"Brrraaaapppppp" spit the machine gun, bucking in his hands as he exacted lethal
revenge for his dead buddy. "Aaeeiiiirrggghh" cried the beautiful kraut guard as
the impact threw her forward, clutching at the pole as she slid earthward. Blood
leaked from her soft feminine body in great gouts but still she managed to set
off the alarm. Then death claimed her for the burst had ripped through her slim
back and sent her on a one way trip to hell. The sight of their buddy with a
German knife in his chest eliminated any misgivings the other GI's might have
had about killing the krauts even if they were sexy young fighting women.
The dozen uniformed SS sluts on guard duty were joined by their nude and half
naked comrades roused from their bunks by the alarm klaxon. The GI's found
themselves out numbered over three to one as the busty beauties poured from the
barracks seemingly oblivious to their nudity and attacked the Americans. The
battle that followed was short and vicious. The SS girls were all fanatically
devoted to cause of Aryan supremacy and would give no ground except over their
dead bodies. Unfeeling GI guns aimed at jiggling Nazi nipples, puked hot lead,
granting that request to the sultry sluts. The buxom harlots took their unwanted
gifts of screaming bullets with pain wracked jerks, mournful moans, and died as
hard as they lived their lives loose. At first the GI's had the advantage of
cover as the kraut cunts advanced in groups over open ground with the sun just
rising in their sleep blurred eyes. American rifles and machine guns laid down a
swath of stinging hot lead to welcome the defending females to Valhalla. Exposed
and not able to see the enemy, the first ranks of girls took heavy casualties
before they could assess the situation, find cover and return fire effectively.
Caught in the open and still trying to shake off the cobwebs of sleep, four
shapely nude vixens staggered drunkenly, clutching at their bloody, bullet
riddled chests and bellies. Victims of the accurate American fire, the SS whores
fell in a group. Two girls lay on their backs, twitching as life ebbs, bloody
tits pointing skyward and legs spread, revealing sweet German pussy wasted by
the horrors of war. One busty bitch drops flat on her face and her heels come up
and kick her plump ass. She feels nothing, her heart has been blown apart. The
fourth girl lays gasping, curled up on her side and dies in a cruel mockery of
her birth position. Their warm corpses do not sway the rest of the girls from
pressing the attack.
A young corporal, shapely full hips, slim waist, and firm breasts of full
womanhood apparent even in her dark uniform, now leads the charge. A few moments
ago she had been daydreaming of her upcoming wedding to a young Naval officer
and of the wedding night when she would finally take his hard eight inch tool
between her legs and fill her virgin pussy with pure German seed. Now she was
running into a hailstorm of lead and had almost reached the cover of some rocks
when suddenly her head snapped back and a red spot appeared in the center of her
forehead. The steel helmet slipped off her head and her curly light brown hair
flowed free as she crumpled to the earth, still holding her unfired rifle in
dead fingers. Her comrades stepped over the corpse that moments before had been
a vibrant sexy woman. Later they might envy the quick and painless death of the
corporal, but for now, they had their own dates with death and death had a fast
and furious pace that morning.
"Mein Gott, it hurts so bad!" was the agonized cry of a wounded, six foot tall,
blond beauty. She had rushed from the barracks carrying her weapon and wearing
only a pair of custom made, high cut, shear white panties Erika had ordered for
her "favorites". The panties had a two inch red circle containing a black
swastika located low on the front in the crotch. A Wagnerian sight with long
golden locks flying and firm breasts jiggling with each step of her hard muscled
thighs, she seemed like an avenging goddess. Thirty yards later she had been hit
and her human mortality became painfully clear. The rifle cradled in her slim
arms fell to the ground as a 45 caliber slug tore an ugly red hole above her
bouncing right tit, staggering her backward on sleek firm thighs that now
quivered in shock. She dropped to her knees, blood seeping over her silky smooth
boob and dripping off her nipple like red milk. Then, as she tried to get up and
retreat while holding the wounded orb, her pelvis jerked and the red circle on
her panties suddenly began to grow in size. A hot lead round had nailed her dead
center in the swastika emblem, violating the Nazi ensign and smashing her crotch
in the curly gold patch of her pussy hair. "Uunnaaarrrgggg", she grunted and
with eyes rolling skyward, she fell on her back writhing and holding her ruined
cunt, long slim legs folded up under her ass. Her wounds were not fatal but lady
luck had dealt all the Nazi witches a bad hand that morning. Nearby, a
semi-nude, platinum tressed Nazi she-wolf took a 30 caliber hit low in the left
breast. Her white silk 38D bra was instantly discolored to a bright red. The
speed at which the stain grew could only happen from a heart shot and she
pitched forward, legs going limp. Falling in death, she had squeezed the trigger
of her Luger in her last spasm. The pistol fired and it's slug hit a rock,
ricochetting the 9mm bullet. The errant lead projectile drilled the previously
wounded girl in her left side under the tit, ripping her lung and heart.
"Kkaaagghh", she gagged on her own blood as her limp arms fell to her side as
she expired.
As the Luger armed, platinum blond bitch had learned the hard way;
the tight white silk bras straining to contain big German tits on the semi
dressed women, made excellent targets in the dawn light. GI's pumped round after
round at the bouncing white melons. Many hit home, slamming into jerking,
ruptured female breasts, obliterating turgid nipples and spinning beautiful
doomed SS whores to the ground to die screaming in pools of their own gore.
Knowing they were in a fight for their lives, the GI's never hesitated as their
aim settled in on a swelling bosom. Pull the trigger and watch a mouth watering
breast explode in a gush of red, then quickly acquire a new target. If the
whores weren't sent to meet the grim reaper, German bullets would anilate the
Americans. But, deep in the mind of every GI was the wish that the German
bitches would suddenly throw down their guns and surrender. Most of the guys
hadn't had a woman in a long time and they sure hated to kill all these prime
pussy before having the chance to fuck the hell out of them. But the fanatic SS
sluts would never surrender and the ground soon was littered with the contorted,
writhing bodies of the dying fanatical witches.
From his firing location behind a big tree, a hard bitten American homed in on a
foxy target and fired. A petite brunette, her bare boobs almost to big for her
small body, was flipped back on her soft pink ass by the impact of the slug
drilling her high in the chest. The pistol she had been firing flew off to one
side as she sat in the dirt with a dazed and pain filled expression on her
pretty young face. Not satisfied with his marksmanship, the American, his cock
rigid from the excitement and blood lust, took careful aim and fired again. She
was holding her punctured right tit, watching the blood seep over her boob, when
a second bullet struck between her eyes. Her head snapped back and a mix of
hair, brains and blood flew out the back of her head. She fell to the side, her
legs jerking out straight in a death spasm and her warm yellow piss flowing over
them as death released her muscle control over her bladder. Her killer smiled
and looked for more targets.
"Nail that big bitch"! yelled a GI as he spotted a tall, burp gun armed pussy
racing toward his position. Her huge bouncing tits overflowed the bra the
charging, black haired, she devil was wearing. With every step she took they
threatened to burst free of the confining fabric. Two other men heard the
warning and the three of them swung their muzzles in her direction. Guns barking
as one, three 30 caliber doses of death flew to their target, the girl's massive
hooters. Hammered by the three rounds, Sharese straightened up, shuddered to a
stop, mouth agape, eyes wide and knees buckling. The slug holes formed a red
triangle on the white silk around the hard nipple in the center of her left jug.
With the burp gun spitting it's slugs harmlessly in the dirt, the slain sexpot
collapsed, pitched forward on her face and died with her quivering plump ass up
and legs spread apart. The panties she wore were pulled tight in her crotch and
the dusky dead pussy lips peeked out around them.
Black SS blouses erupted in crimson as a sexy pair of blond, 5' 10" twin Nazi
whores staggered and folded up, their firm flat bellies riddled with holes from
a well aimed burst of fire that filled their guts with hot lead. Their identical
pairs of 39D hooters were spared the ravages of raping bullets but the girls
were non the less doomed. The sisters curled up in the dirt, clawing at their
abdomens, trying to crawl to each other. They managed to reach each other and
embrace, waiting for death together. They had shared everything during their
youth, clothes, men, each others bodies; it was fitting in a way that they would
die together. Unfortunately for them, the sobbing, gut shot bitches would suffer
a long time before rough hands ripped off their pants and exposed their tight
pink assholes to the hot muzzle of a lead spitting machine gun. Both girls would
suffer the humiliation of being butt fucked by searing steel before death would
release them from the agony of belly wounds.
Lani, a chesty red head, had spent the early evening as a sex toy for Ericka.
She had only a few hours sleep when the alarm woke her and she responded by
throwing a shirt over her nude body, grabbing a Mauser and bolting out the
barracks. She didn't get far. A slug slamming into her side spun the pretty semi
nude red head around, then a second bullet hit in her upper thigh put her down
on her knees and elbows. In her pain filled state, she was unaware that her firm
pink ass now mooned the guns of the enemy or that an American rifle sight was
lining up the pert rosebud of her asshole between her plump cheeks. She found
out real fast when her attempt to crawl to safety was aborted by a well aimed
rifle shot that drilled up the shithole that hours earlier had been stretched
open by Erikca's dildo. The pliant rectum offered little resistance to the
scorching bullet as it ripped through her intestines and lodged in her chest
cavity. Squealing like a pig in a slaughterhouse, the nailed Nazi flopped down
in the dirt. Her arms and legs thrashed around for a few moments, still vainly
trying to crawl away. Since she was still moving, the American put a second
bullet into her crotch, lower this time. The second shell fucked her between
asshole and vagina. Her ass bucked up once and then she lay motionless, blood
seeping from her ravished butt and out between her pouting lips.
Not all the German girls died hard, jerking and writhing in death throws. A few
mercifully dropped without a whimper, and a few that should have suffered, did
not. Easily the most ardent Nazi in the bunch, the stunning, brunette maned,
twenty-four year old former hooker really deserved a more prolonged death. Prior
to accepting a commission in the all female SS unit, she had sent many men and
women to their deaths with the information blurted out by lovers and passed on
to the Gestapo. She had already killed one GI and was advancing on another when
she took a round low in her left 38. The D cup boob barely moved but the girl
dropped without a whimper or gasp crossing her lips.
The GI's lost three men in exchange for fifteen dead or wounded she-devils but
now the bitches had made it to cover and they could keep the GI's pinned down
while more sluts advanced. The kraut sluts had the advantage of numbers but the
Americans had better positions as it became a battle of attrition. A GI took a
round between the eyes while exchanging fire with a stocky German bitch. The
woman was not overly tall but she was big boned, verging on fat. Ericka used her
when she wanted other girls "Subdued". Now she was naked except for large white
underpants. She took two quick rounds that jerked her huge pendulous right tit.
The woman staggered, dropped her rifle then sat back, her overly plump big ass
hitting the ground with a thump. Another GI drilled a third bullet between her
dangling globes and drove her on her back. Her body was absorbing a lot of
punishment but could not survive the next hit. As she lay gasping in pain and
near death with her jugs drooping to the side, her coup de gras burned up
between her fleshy thighs and into the white panties that were pulled up into
her gaping love tunnel. The hot round fucked her with one massive thrust that
ended in her heart. With an ungodly scream, she twitched and died.
Ignoring the blood flowing down her stunning face from a minor head wound, a big
blond SS witch with the hard shaped body of an athlete, clad in tight shorts and
a red bra, continues to fight. She takes out a GI with a shot that goes in one
ear and out the other. As she shifts position a slugs creases her right shoulder
and cuts her bra strap. The cup falls away from her D sized melon and it bounces
as she sprints to a new cover. While aiming her gun she takes a firm hit in the
right shoulder and the gun falls to her feet. The wound is not fatal but it does
knock her backward, and trying to keep her balance she begins to stand. Finally
exposed to the aim of her enemies, the bullseye of her bare nipple shudders
under the impact of a slug and the bloody blond spins to the dirt, face down and
spread eagled. Her wide open thighs are straining her tight shorts to the limit
and they ride up the crack of her ass. Now the GI ignores the hard on in his
pants, as the guy who drilled her boob now watches the moaning, prone slut and
aims for the tight seam of her shorts between her shapely legs, hoping to give
her a hot lead enema. He never fired, a bullet drilled his head before he could
pull the trigger.
A quartet of slinky cunts were advancing on the American positions. By
alternating bursts from their submachine guns they could keep the GI's pinned
down while they edged forward. The girls, one blond and three brunettes, were in
various stages of undress. The blond was in bra and panties, two brunettes were
in uniform except for missing blouses. The third dark haired girl wore high
boots, silk stockings, a garter belt and a black lace bra that just supported
her firm tits but left the nipples exposed. They had a good stratidgy even if
they weren't dressed for battle. The hell-wenches took out another GI with a
bullet to the eye but their turn was coming. A tall lanky GI managed creep
around to the left and get on the witches flank. He appeared off to one side and
had them lined up before they saw him. Licking his lips and squeezing the
trigger of the blued steel pussy killer, he grunted in satisfaction as a long
burst from his submachinegun riddled their well shaped bodies with ugly red
holes.
"Aaaiiieee" "Aarrgh" "Neinnnn" "Ooowwww", the seminude sex kittens cried out
from the pain of the lead raping their sultry young flesh. The girl in the
garter belt caught the first shells, ripping into her lower side and abdomen.
Then the other three took fire as his gun turned in a short arc and naturally
lifted slightly from recoil. They spun and danced under the impact of the deadly
lead tearing into soft bellies and breasts, clawed at their bloody tits and fell
twitching in a heap. He caught a glimpse of movement and turned back to the
first girl who was on her back and trying to lift her gun. He fired a fraction
of a second before she could pull the trigger. "Bbbrrrraappppp", little geysers
of dirt erupted around her fallen form. More geysers spewed blood from the
underside of her tits. The violent impact bounced her boobs from the skimpy bra
but the dying Nazi managed on short burst in retaliation. One 9mm slug tore open
the GI's throat. Mortally wounded, the man stumbled forward and fell. With an
ironic twist, he landed with his face in the girls bare crotch and one hand on a
warm bloody breast.
The rifle of a well stacked nude blond bitch hiding by a tree suddenly falls as
she grunts and clutches the large red hole just below her belly button, curls to
one side and lands on her back moaning and swaying her legs from side to side.
The golden bush of pussy hair is an inviting target to a lust filled GI who
squints at the tasty pink muff over his rifle sights and pulls the trigger. His
aim was steady and she takes the round in her cunt. The moans become an animal
scream as the unforgiving bullet tears up her twat to destroy her internal
organs. The slim smooth back that had arched up in so many lesbian orgasms
arches one last time reacting to her bullet fuck and her pink nipples engorge in
a death spasm.
A GI tries to throw a grenade but is drilled by a brown haired SS witch. The
grenade falls back on him and kills him and the man next to him. While that is
happening, a slug nicks the side of the brown haired girls head. She staggers
into the open holding her bloody ear and promptly take a burst that stitches a
line of red holes up between her long tanned legs ripping into her tight black
underwear and into her flat belly and firm bare boobs. The impact spins the
shrieking witch around and she falls on her face with her quivering ass up. She
is beyond feeling the second burst that fills her firm ass with lead.
Meanwhile Greg was about to earn his nickname. He flanked the Nazis who had made
the fatal flaw of committing all their forces. Now positioned behind and to the
side of the sluts he began lobbing grenades into their positions, his ears
filling with the high pitched female screams as the sharp hot shrapnel tore into
the most intimate areas of their bodies and sent the semi nude sluts flying.
Landing at the feet of a brunette clad only in a shear pair of pink panties, the
exploding grenade lifts her off the ground and turns her voluptuous body into a
red and white polkadot pattern as bits of sharp metal lacerate her soft skin and
fuck her pussy and ass with hot shrapnel. Another girl is knocked back by the
concussion and has the misfortune of landing on another pineapple, wedging the
explosive between her ass cheeks. The blast, centered in her firm wide ass, acts
like a rocket and the bitch flys forward six feet, landing in a bloody contorted
heap. Her pelvis has been destroyed and the once shapely legs are bent around in
impossible angles. Blood pours from every body opening, even out around her
eyeballs. Not a man on the planet would find her corpse attractive.
Still the sluts fought on and more GI's fell. But the SS sluts were paying a
heavy price in warm German blood. Greg's machine gun spat death into the shapely
backs of three uniformed she devils. They were advancing past his position when
he jumped out behind them and laced them with a long burst. All three tarts
threw their arms up and they pitched forward on their faces with hearts and
lungs destroyed. A fourth girl, wearing uniform shorts and a white bra, hair
pulled back in a pony tail, dropped to one knee and tried to swing her burp gun
at him. He got her as she turned, his burst lacing into her side and spinning
her down. She took three slugs, one which punched through her right breast with
little effect, but the other two lodged in her lungs. She tried valiantly to get
up and did get up on her hands and knees before collapsing again. Blood seeped
from her sensuous mouth and she would rise no more.
Greg heard no firing coming from the GI's as the last three witches turned and
charged him. The first in line to taste his buffet of death was a big blond. She
stood six foot two inches tall with hair down to her ass and was naked to the
waist. The first thing any normal man would notice about her was the gigantic
pair of 44E breasts topped with one inch nipples. Greg had never seen a more
beautiful woman, but she meant to kill him if he didn't get her first. He
triggered his Thompson and the busty bitch stopped short and clutched at the
front of the black riding pants that hung low on her 38 inch hips. She had eaten
a burst that drilled her pelvis and groin. Tears of pain welled in her big blue
eyes as she looked down at the red life fluid flowing over her long fingers from
the multiple holes in her firm golden muff. Slowly crumpling to the ground, she
shifted her stare to the GI who had ruined her perfect body. "Schwien", she
mumbled as she lost conscienous. He didn't have time to worry about her insults,
the last two cunts were closing fast. Trying to keep his aim low, he gut
stitched the blouse of a smaller blond. His burst punched a row of red holes
under her small firm tits. She flipped over like a discarded rag doll, landing
flat on her back and clawing momentarily at her painful, perforated body before
a tremor shook her and she lay still.
Greg swung his gun to aim at the last girl, a tall, young, beautiful buxom
redhead clad in a lacy white bra and sheer panties. He pulled the trigger and
nothing happened. He had run out of ammo but luckily so had the redhead because
she ran at him with her bayonet lowered. Grabbing his knife, he awaited her
charge. As she ran past he sidestepped and slashed a deep cut in the smooth pink
skin of her side. She winced at the pain but ignored the blood flowing down her
supple hip, spun and charged more cautiously this time, intent on putting her
blade in his groin. His foot kicked out and knocked the rifle from her hands but
she continued forward grabbing his wrists. He rolled on his back and kicked his
heavy boots in the swell of her soft belly and flipped her over his head,
dropping her hard on her back. He leapt on top of her soft form and she again
grabbed his wrists to divert the blade aimed at her ample chest. They struggled
on the ground, she frantically holding off his knife and wrapping her long legs
around his torso. He tried to ignore her beauty and could see the fear in her
big green eyes as he slowly overcome her strength and fought to drive his blade
between her large heaving boobs. She was only seventeen or eighteen years old
and the sweetness of her breath filled his nose as she panted and struggled. Her
soft crotch crushed against his and he could feel his cock growing as it pressed
against her firm love mound separated by only three layers of fabric. His primal
lusts told him this girl should be in a bedroom and not dying for some fanatic
house painter. Soon she began to tire and the point of the blade pricked her
bountiful left milk mound. The pain brought one more push from her slim arms
then her resistance failed. A flash of pain filled her head and as she felt the
blackness consume her, she thought, "This must be what death feels like".
Greg dropped the stone from his left hand as the busty beauty under him went
limp. A blow to the side of her head had knocked her out but her chest still
rose and fell with regular breathing. He wasn't sure why at the last second he
had spared her life but now he had to restrain her in case she awoke before he
had finished with the scientists. Lacking any rope, he looked around for an
alternative. Off to one side of them lay the crumpled body of a dead, platinum
haired Nazi tart. A Luger pistol was tightly clutched in her hand. Her underwear
would have to do the job. Greg approached the lifeless form and removed her
blood stained bra. Out flopped a pair of smooth 38 inch tits, the left one
marred by an ugly bullet hole just under the nipple. It was the only wound on
her lush body he noted as he slide the silk panties off her flaring hips and
rounded ass. He returned to his red headed prize and bound her hands behind her
back with the bra and her ankles together with the panties. She never moved.
The silence was eerie, only a few soft moans were to be heard. He checked for
signs of life among the GI's and found none. He alone survived from the invasion
force. The Nazi bitches had fought well and shot straight, almost winning the
battle. His buddies were all dead and he had to finish the mission alone. The
sluts that weren't dead were to bad off to be of any immediate trouble so he
found a loaded Thompsen and broke into the lab. The six Nazi scientists were
huddled together amidst the lab machinery. Awakened by the battle, they had
thrown white lab coats over their nude bodies. In the excitement, they had not
buttoned them and the short open coats did little to hide the lesbian's supple
bodies. One still wore Ericka's enormous dildo strapped to her crotch and it's
thick plastic head wavered as the girl shook in fear.
Greg leveled his gun at the six beautiful pussies and asked who was in charge.
Ericka, who spoke some English, stepped forward. Greg spoke, "Tell your bitch
friends they got one chance to live. Agree to work for the Allies and I let you
live, say no and I blow you to hell right now". Ericka responded defiantly, "If
we rush you, one of us will get you before you can get all of us, Americaner
pig."
"Ask your dead friends outside about that, and they had guns. I don't see any
weapons under those coats," Greg said as he eyed up the female pultritude on
display. Ericka's forty inch bust line still rode high as a school girls on her
middle aged frame as her open lab coat revealed. "These bitches sure don't look
like the old hag, chemistry teacher I had in high school", he thought.
Ericka's response brought his mind back to business, "I'll never work for the
Allies, I'd rather be dead." Then she reached for something in the pocket of her
lab coat. Greg saw her hand move and triggered off a short burst. Some of the
bullets missed and hit the main power panel but three slugs walloped the woman
in the lower chest. She was thrown backward into the panel that was already
shorting out and sparking from the bullets. Her anus was impaled on the
protruding handle of a knife switch and as Ericka's momentum drove the black
bakelite handle farther up her shithole and the sweet cheeks of her ass
contacted the copper blades, two thousand volts coursed through her body,
finishing the work the bullets had started. Immediately more sparks started
flying as meters and switches exploded. Even though the bitch was dead from the
gunfire and electric shock, her body still jerked and convulsed as the high
voltage coursed through. A rancid smell of burning flesh filled the room as the
five sluts panicked and milled around like trapped does. Finally Ericka fell
forward off the electrified blade. The crumpled heap, that seconds ago had been
a sexy woman, lay dead. Her ass was burned black and what was left of her blond
hair was singed and white.
Small fires were burning everywhere and equipment was exploding. The sexy young
scientist wearing the dildo had the misfortune of standing to close to a rack of
glass bottles when they exploded. Shards of sharp glass filled her soft body as
effectively as any hand grenade and caustic chemicals drenched her silky skin.
She fell screaming and writhing as the acids burned away at her beauty. In a way
she was lucky that the glass splinters had caused mortal wounds because she died
after only a few moments of torment. Two of the remaining four tried to escape
but as they grabbed railings or touched machinery, they were electrocuted. The
first, a woman of about thirty, grabbed a vertical pipe. The current froze her
hands to the pipe and she flopped about like a hooked fish as the electricity
destroyed her nervous system and exited through her feet. The second woman, a
busty blond of about twenty eight, was going to vault over a railing, not
realizing a live wire had fallen on it. When she grabbed the hot rail, she was
instantly fried. She was arched backward by the shock, then her firm flat belly
fell over the railing. Her body jerked and twitched as the short circuited high
voltage of the panel coursed thru it. The dead lesbian lay over the railing with
her blond mane and big tits dangling, plump ass up and smoke coming from the
singed hair of her cooked pussy. The two survivors huddled together, sobbing, to
scared to move. Greg, carefully avoiding the downed wires, grabbed the two
bitches by the hair and escaped the building.
Outside, as he tightly bound the arms and legs of the surviving lesbian
scientists with more blood stained female underwear, he thought of his eleven
dead comrades and a hatred of Nazi women that would last until he was dead began
to build in his mind. Before leaving the installation, he found every wounded SS
slut, stripped her if she wasn't already naked, and finished her off in his own
sadistic way. he would jam the muzzle of a Thompsen deep in her snatch or
asshole and triggered off a burst. The first to be finished off was the big
blond he groin shot when she charged him. She hadn't moved since he shot her,
laying face up, the rise and fall of her tits giving away the fact she still
clung to life. Pulling the bloody pants off the wide swelling hips of the
moaning bitch, he saw the damage done to her cunt by the vicious lead. Her
pelvic bone had been shattered by a bullet and a piece protruded from her blood
stained cunt hair. A bullet had lodged in her upper right thigh and three more
holes bled in her lower belly. Pretty good shooting he thought as he finger
fucked the soft wet blood covered pussy and spread her cunt lips for his muzzle.
It took a few seconds for the groggy SS slut to realize what was in her cunt but
when she did, she cried out in terror and in broken English, begged mercy.
"I'd tell you to get fucked, Nazi, but it seems you all ready are," mocked Greg,
and as her eyes grew big with fear he fired. Her luscious body convulsed under
this final assault, huge breasts quivering in the rising sun. The recoil pushed
the bloody muzzle of the weapon from her ruined twat as the rounds tore her
insides to hamburger. Blood flowed from her mouth as her head sagged to one
side.
Next, he came to a nude, gut shot brunette who was bent over on her knees
clutching her belly, trying to stem the flow of blood and ease the pain of her
wounds. He rammed the hot muzzle deep into the upturned asshole of her plump
behind. As he started to pull the trigger, he noticed the still red welts on her
back and ass. "Well baby, this won't hurt as bad as that whipping you took", he
said as he squeezed. The foxy bitch managed one scream before the burst
shuddered into her body.
The big seminude blond with one blood stained tit hanging out had struggled to
her hands and knees when she felt her tight black shorts being torn away and the
hot burning muzzle plunge deep into her love box. "Nein Nein Nein...Aaarrrgh!"
She shook her head wildly, sending her red stained blond mane waving but her
fate was sealed and she flew forward into the dirt as a long burst filled her
waiting womb with 45 caliber sperm.
One after another the wounded bitches died, raped and sodomized by the lead
spitting steel penis that turned their insides to mush. The twin blonds were the
last to die, they tried to crawl from the super heated muzzle but it would not
be denighed. With panties down around her ankles and face in the dirt, the first
twin was painfully aware of her asshole being burned raw before she was butt
fucked to death by the lead jism. The other twin would have met the same fate
but his magazine was empty once again. Greg left the useless gun in her rammed
in her tight ass, searing her flesh as he grabbed her head in his powerful hands
and gave her neck a vicious twist. He could her the vertebrae snap and as he
released his grip, the beautiful head of the last Nazi guard fell to the side.
Satisfied that all the Nazis were dead, it was time to ease the throbbing in his
groin. The two lesbian scientists were tied up tight and would be no trouble.
Most guys would be happy to fuck the foxy assistants but Greg had a sweeter
piece of red headed meat available. The young girl was still unconscious as Greg
lifted her 5'9" 130 lb. body in his muscular arms and carried her to the vacant
bunkhouse and laid her on a bed. She began to moan when he removed the flimsy
underwear covering her womanly charms. Using the unit's first aid kit, he
cleaned and bandaged the gash in the girls side. The sting of the antiseptic
brought her around and again her eyes grew wide with fear. When she realized
that her wound had been bandaged she relaxed a little. Rape was probably
inevitable, but if the American was going to kill her, he would not have
bothered to tend to her injury. Sex was definetly on Greg's mind as he stared
down on her lush curves and dropped his pants. His shorts followed and the girl
found herself staring at eight inches of rigid cock.
"This won't be so bad", she thought while her hips began to wiggle and squirm.
Greg reached around and removed her bonds while asking, "Vas ein namen,
fruelien?"
"Lisa,,Lisa Shiller", responded the girl as she rubbed her wrists to get back
the feeling in her hands.
"Sprecken ze English", he asked.
"Ya, a little", was her answer.
"Good', he said, "lay back and enjoy this and you just might survive this war".
With that, he laid down next to the soft warm Nazi girl and began to fondle her
firm breasts. In moments, her nipples were rock hard as the man starved girl's
sex drive responded to his caresses. He slid one hand down between her legs and
played in the hot, wet cavern of her womanhood while she wrapped her fingers in
his hair and pulled his mouth to her full lips in a deep throat kiss. Lisa's
survival instincts and her pent up sexual needs drove her to please this
handsome American who held her life in his hands. She never minded the company
of other women but a cold, lifeless dildo could not compare to the feeling of a
throbbing penis. She twisted her supple body so his fingers could remain in her
tight cunt while she engulfed the pulsating cockhead in her oral cavern. Her
tongue slithered over the sensitive split tip of his dick and around the thick
shaft. She could feel her clitoris in the grasp of his strong fingers and knew
she would cum soon. Aa animal urge drove her to fill her womb with his seed.
Lisa pushed Greg on his back and mounted him, writhing in pleasure as his eight
inches filled her pussy and triggered her orgasm. She threw her head back and
pumped up and down on his hard handle till his hands clentched down on her hips
and a hot geyser of sperm erupted into her love box. She came again with him and
then collapsed on top of his body. He let her lay on him for a few minutes while
they recovered.
As he dressed, he told her she would go back with him as a POW. He allowed her
the dignity of getting dressed then the two of them left the bunkhouse and
retreated to the beach with the two scientists.
The trip back was uneventfull. With the three Nazis bitches laying in the
botttom of his rubber raft, he rowed out to the waiting sub. Sailors dragged the
two semi nude Nazis below deck, feeling plenty of soft flesh as they went. Greg
escorted Lisa to the ship's brig. Back at the base, the sore, brusied and
terrified lab women were interogated and it was discovered that the lab was
almost useless. Lisa was debriefed and shipped to a POW camp in Idaho. Eleven
men had paid the ultimate price for an ill concieved, poorly planned mission
that gained nothing but dead bodies on both sides. Enraged by the waste of good
American lives, but unable to vent his anger at the American brass; Greg
formulated his own plans for the women. Lisa was already out of his grasp but
there would be no easy life in an Allied prison camp and then ending up in an
American laboratory making good money for the two lab assistants. He arrainged
for very light security so the women could attempt an escape. The women took the
bait and fucked their individual guards till the exhausted men fell asleep.
Taking the pistols of the two sleeping men, the naked Nazis slipped out of their
cell and tryed to run. They were met by a hail of bullets. Greg was laying in
wait and as they ran past, he opened fire. The bouncing big tits of the first
lesbian took the brunt of the fire. She had a nipple blown off and her udders
perforated. The other cunt slowed and screamed as her friend fell only to feel a
rain of bullets slam into her abdomen and hips. She spun and dropped on the body
the other slut. Greg calmly walked up and head shot both bitches. He later
recieving a commendation for aborting the escape.
Lisa lived out the war working on the prison farm. When it began obvious that
she was pregnant, she recieved light indoor duties. There she attracted the
attention of a young, attractive Lt. Daniel Miller from the East coast. He was
smitten with her innocence and beauty, quickly falling in love with the young
German girl. After the war, they married and he adopted her young toddler Joseph
as his own son.

Chapter 4
A Slight Oversight

This time Greg's orders were to investigate a report of strange activities and
take whatever action required by the situation. The team had been on the march
for a week when they finally spotted a strange looking building camoflaged along
the banks of a large river. Greg sized up the task after one of his men came
back with a recon report. Looking in a small window he had only seen two women
fucking around in a swimming pool. The place looked like some kind of laboratory
and a picture of Adolph Hitler hung on the wall. That was enough for Greg to
decide to raid the place. They were not under orders to execute anyone so
perhaps this time the bitches would give up and he could have some fun with the
German cunts. None the less, they would take no chances and at the slightest
hint of resistance, the women would be gunned down. Carefully the squad crept to
the lab and placed an explosive at the door, then they took cover and drew their
weapons.
The small explosive charge blew the door in, startling the lab assistant as she
slipped her ravishing wet body into the white lab coat. The three GI's entered
the building to see the beautiful statuesque blond pulling the Luger out of the
wet unbuttoned coat pocket, a swatstika emblem over the right breast who's shape
was clearly visible through the wet white cotton, nipples still rigid from the
sexual play. Not having put on her shorts, her dripping golden bush was proudly
thrust out between her full hips. Behind her was the other stunning woman in the
pool, they assumed she was also armed. Their eyes had been trained to see the
gun and not the proud boobs on display and if not for the Luger in Heidi's hand
and the swatstika on her coat the females might have lived through the assault.
Her Luger was not even up when the 45's of the GI's barked. Red hot pain
enveloped the gasping Heidi, her knees buckling as two large caliber rounds
drilled in just above her golden pussy curls and below her belly button while a
third punched an ugly hole under the swatsticka boring into her right boob. The
Luger drops and the unfettered left tit falls into view as she staggers back
against the tank, mortally wounded.
Before she can retreat to the safety of deep water, three heavy slugs slam into
the outthrust breasts of Giesle who was at the edge of the tank resting her
knockers on her arms at the top rail when the gunmen burst in. With two large
red bullet holes in her left tit and her right nipple blown away, the mermaid is
flipped back into the stained water by the impact and sinks, her short life over
almost before it began.
The force of the slugs have spun the gasping Heidi around as two more doses of
death nail her between the shoulders and mid back. Her last act as death clouds
over is to reach up and pull the emergency drain lever before collapsing to the
floor, her white coat, marred by red stains, riding up to reveal her firm pink
ass and pussy lips. Activating the lever opens large valves and the contents of
all the tanks dump into the river.
The sergent is checking Heidi for signs of life and muttering to himself about
the waste of good pussy when one GI yells "Christ Sarge, take a look at this!"
Removing his hand from the warm undamaged left tit of Heidi the sarge looks into
the tank and sees the dead mermaid, her body to large to fit down the drain.
"What the fuck was going on here?" he asks to no one in particular, but the only
person with the answer is beyond talking. "Leave that thing in the tank for now,
but this one still has a good tit and ass." "Will have fun with the body and
then burn this place and everything in it" orders sarge, "and never say a word
about what we saw here or they'll put us in a funny farm."
Not realizing Giesle still had an undamaged love tunnel they leave her body and
drag Heidi's corpse to a bunk. Taking the shapely stiff in three holes at once
the unfeeling dead broad is jerked among the cock reaming her tight ass and the
one exploring her bloody cunt while a third scrapes her white teeth as it drills
her mouth. Mouths suckle not only her perfect left tit but the holed right tit
also. Her sweet ass is marred with tooth marks. Loads of hot jism stream into a
now sterile womb, more mixes with her brown shit and some is sprayed on her
still firm tits. Done with her, the GI's drag the body of the mermaid to the
bunk and place her on top of Heidi. One guy notices the tight cunt in her ass
but by then the squad has to move out and besides, all the guys are spent. As a
final gesture of contempt. they spread kerosene around and light it. As the
flames consume the two shapely corpses and everthing else, the GI's never
realized that the wall tanks were empty.

Chapter 5
Sailor Beware

Joe Miller is fortunte to have extremly wealthy parents who can send him on a
twenty-fifth birthday trip sailing the Carribean with his buddies in their
yacht. While most young men his age are worried about Vietnam, he is having the
time of his life exploring the area called the Bermuda Triangle. The eight young
men on the boat know that vessels have disappeared in the area but they are
young and still think themselves invincible. With provisions for a three week
voyage they set out to find unexplored lands, meet exotic women and just
generally fuck off. Joe carefully plots each course change and position in his
log while on deck the men have stripped down to shorts to catch the rays of the
sun. A week into the voyage while the crew works the rigging and their tans, Joe
is by himself down in the engine room noisily working on a balky generator. He
doesn't hear the hooting and hollering of his buddies and he dismisses the
course change he feels, it can be logged after the repair is complete.
On deck, the seven young men gawk at the sight of naked women lounging on the
rocks of a nearby island. These guys have been at sea with nothing but the palms
of their hands for company and their cockheads overrule their brains. No one
stops to wonder how the women got on the island as the rudderman swings the
wheel toward the waiting and waving pussies, no one notices that the women are
nearly identical or that they hide their lower bodies behind the rocks.
The impact of the boat slamming into the shallow reef knocks Joe's head against
the engine block, stunning him. He doesn't see his buddies plunge into the sea
as the reef rips out the bottom of his craft. The seven men tread water as they
call out each other names. All answer except Joe. Assumming he was in trouble
they spread out to search for him. They all felt it about the same time, hands
circling their legs. They thought at first that the women from the island had
swum out to help them but they were only half right. Shocked at the mermaids
true appearance, the guys were none the less still ignorant of the danger.
Beneath the waves the mermaids who had lured the boat to the rocks joined their
sisters to finish their grissly deed. As the men fought to stay afloat the
webbed female hands kneeded their hard bodies and removed their shorts. Seven
young cocks soon sprung to life even under these conditions as the hot mouths of
the mermaids engulfed the male tools. With almost a hundred sea bitches churning
the waters surrounding them the men were overwhelmed with female flesh in a
mating frenzy as their fish genes drove them to spawn but their infertility
frustrated any effort to fertilize eggs. In the beginning the young studs fears
were calmed as the big breasted mermaids would support their victim as they
pressed their hard tits into the even harder male chests and deeply kiss their
choosen mate, driving their long wet tongues deep into the waiting throats while
carefully hiding their teeth with their full lips while another bitch would bend
her supple body and slide her hot pussy down on the rigid shaft of his cock. The
men would instictively fuck the hot holes not knowing or caring what mermaid the
slippery love tunnels belonged to. Massive loads of hot sperm drilled into
infertile wombs as man after man climaxed from the erotic lust. Once feeling the
hot stream of cum drive into her vagina the bitch would pull off and another
would wrap her mouth on the spent cock and suck it back to life and repeat the
process with her slippery cunt. With so many sex driven witches and only seven
cocks it wasn't long until one stud was depleted and could not get another
erection. The vicious bitch with his limp dong and balls in her mouth curled her
lips back to expose the rows of sharp teeth and chomped down, severing his
genitals in one bite. Flicking her great tail she swam away chewing on her
latest meal. She didn't know that one day she would bite a cock that bit back.
His shrill scream alerted his buddies to danger but by now the smell of blood in
the water unleashed the bloodlust in the school of fishwomen and they ripped
into the doomed males biting off cocks and balls and other big chunks of flesh.
The rising water lapping at his face along with the screams of his dying friends
revived Joe although he thought it was a nightmare as he looked out a hole torn
in the side of the boat and saw clearly the jumping, frothing nude bodies of the
mermaids, mouths covered with blood, devoring the young men. With justifiable
fear for his own life, he recovered his log and closed himself in an air tight
locker as it floated away from the sinking ship. Joe would remain in the locker
until the air was unfit to breath and when he opened it, he only hoped he had
drifted out of the sight of the mermaids.

Chapter 6
Unfulfilled Longing

After eating their fill of the young male bodies the nympho mermaids swam back
to the island where the ones who had pussies full of man cum sunned themselves
on the rocks and the unsatified thrashed about undersea in lesbian couplings
trying to qwell the burning in their twats. Two of the mermaids would embrace
and mash their breasts together while probing the depths of their partners
throats with long darting tongues. With their hands firmly on each others asses
they would spread open hot pussies to be invaded by the tip of a tail fin that
wrapped around their bodies. Ten or fifteen minutes of this mutual stimulation
would bring the lovers to a sudden vigourous climax and they would swim off to
rest until the next time the urge burned in their twats. In the twenty odd years
since they came to this place, none had ever reproduced. A fault in their DNA
made them sterile.
While most of the thousands of young clones released that fateful day back in
1944 had died from the rigors of the long journey or had been eaten by
predators, the surviving band of over one hundred females had been happy playing
in the sea and eating small fish up untill that time some years ago when their
slim flat bodies suddenly began to curve with the growth of breasts and the
swelling of their ass. While there was some small differences in hair color or
breast size, it was clear that the legion of sensuous females came from the same
DNA. They were twin sisters to the late Giesle. With the onset of womanhood, the
frolicing of past began to give way to sexual games and then the desire to spawn
reared it's head and doomed the mermaids to eventual near extinction.
The adult mermaids had no natural enemies except female dolphins. Sharks seemed
to sence their predatory genes and accepted them as mates. The males would mount
a mermaid if she was willing and they always were. A male shark would swim over
a lusting mermaid and dive down on her back drilling his long tool deep into her
vagina. Swimming in tandem the big shark cock would fill her mermaid pussy with
hot seed. This would satisfy the bitch's urgent needs for a few days, though the
shark fucks lasted only a few minutes, the size of their penises and the vigor
of their movements often brought the mermaids to orgasm. The mated bitch would
be content until she senced that no fertilisation had happened, then she would
need to try again. Male dolphins, known to lust after human females, would also
mate with the mermaids at any opportunity. They had the stamina to exhaust a
mermaid with hours of coputation, unless a female dolphin happened along. Not
willing to share her mate the female dolphin would slam her long snout into the
soft under bellies of the mermaids until they retreated.
Their first encounter with humans came by accident in the early sixties when, a
small sailboat crashed into the storm swept reef spilling three dazed men into
the water. The mermaids had pulled the curious looking creatures to the island,
saving them from drowning. If the men had drown the rest of this story might not
have happened but they survived and while shocked at sight of the mermaids, the
sexy woman half and the thoughts of kinky sex aroused their lust. The highly
inteligent mermaids senced the sexual drive in the males and they took the mens
hands and pressed them to their breasts and pussies. Needing no more
encouragement, them men stripped and their waving flagpoles ignited the fires in
the mermaid cunts. Cavorting with four or five mermaids each man found his mouth
smothered with firm pink tit meat while soft lips explored all areas of his
body. Mounting a firm ass and drilling in his cock a man found himself
sandwiched as another female climbed on his back, her tits in his ass, long
blond hair tickling his thighs, as she put her head between his legs to lick his
balls and the clit of her sister. As it was to be many times in the future, the
men serviced as many of the hot cunts as they could and as they lay back
exhausted the unfucked mermaids would feel a sudden violent urge, bare their
teeth and rip into the naked groins of the screaming males.
Only one man escaped the massacre by climbing a tree, something the legless
mermaids could not do. But he was naked and cold at night and could not stay in
a tree forever. He managed to survive for a while, sneaking down at night for
food and water and using his superior mobility on land to avoid the mermaids. He
came up with a plan of escape. Late one night he slipped down from his tree, the
mermaids had stopped trying to catch him at night and all were sleeping. Over
the last days he had fashioned a spear from a strong straight branch and holding
tight to his weapon, he sought out a mermaid seperated from the group but close
to the water. The busty sea bitch was on her back in a deep slumber, her firm
hard boobs standing tall and swaying with her breathing. Anslo, the surviving
sailor, placed the sharpened point of his crude weapon between her tits and
prodded her with his foot. She began to awaken and when she realized a man was
standing over her, her mouth opened to yell a warning. Anslo pricked her smooth
chest with the spear point while covering her mouth and she got the message. He
motioned for her to make her way to the sea and he followed along side with
spear ready if she tried any tricks. With his spear tied to his waist with a
length of vine, he clung to the back of the sultry sea creature as she swam away
from the island.

Chapter 7
A New Life

The powerful muscles of her torso contracted and relaxed propelling them through
the water and having a stimulating effect on her male passenger. Every time her
tail would flip downward, her ass would rise and bump against his hips. This
combined with him having to hang on to her chest, soon found his cock as rigid
as the other spear he carried. The nympho fishwoman could feel his tool grow
long and thick. Her yearnings for his cock soon had her pussy hot and wet with
her love juices. By now Anslo's cock was thobbing with anticipation so he got a
firm grib on her big boobs and when her ass came up again, he met it and drilled
his dick deep into her willing cunt. A lustful cry emminated from the mermaid's
red lips as she bent her head back and shook it, sending her billowing blond
hair back into Anslo's face. They traveled through the water that way for some
time, his legs wrapped around her tail and the gentle movements of her swimming
slipping his dick in and out of her pussy.
The first time she orgasmed and did a roll in the water, he got a nose full of
sea water but he was ready for her susequent gyrations and held his breath as
she rolled and lept orgasmicaly. Anslo was careful to control his own emotions,
he felt he had to sustain an erection until the mermaid was sated or he would
suffer the fate of his companions. He could not have known that this mermaid had
not been involved in the rape and murder of his friends, she had been at sea
when the ugly inscedent occured. In fact, his was the first human cock to enter
her hot domain.
Anslo triggered three orgasms in the big blond female before he could not hold
back any longer, then his eight inch cock spewed forth a load of sticky syrup
that had been building up in his balls for days. A squeal of delight left the
throat of the mermaid as she felt the semen begin to fill her cunt, looking for
fertile eggs. The spent man hung tight to the soft curves of his half woman
lover and kept his dick buried in her wiggling snatch, in part out of fear and
part because it felt so damn good.
For a few minutes they floated unmoving in the water, both tired and blissful.
Then the mermaid pulled free of Anslo and turned around giving him his first
good look at her face. He saw not a hint of the vicious snarl the pack had made
before murdering his chums, she was smiling and silloetted by the early morning
light, her face had an angelic quality. Anslo swam to her and held her head in
his hands as he covered her lips with his. She responded by wrapping her arms
around his broad chest and pulling it against her firm breasts. One of his hands
slipped down to cup the mountainous melon and his tongue darted into the wet
recesses of her mouth. Her tongue began playing tag with his while her hands
dropped down to cup his buttocks, pulling his cock against her green scales. She
probbed his ass and scrotum with her fingers, and he could feel himself losing
his fear of her as his cock began growing anew. He floated on his back as she
wiggled her way down his body and took his stiffening cock in her mouth. Up and
down on the shaft she licked and sucked. Once in a while her sharp teeth would
idadvertently scrape on the rigid tool, bringing a wave of stinging pleasure to
the moaning sailor. She kept at it till he had no choice but to fill her mouth
with jism. The sexy mermaid seemed a little surprised with the hot gift but she
swallowed down every drop, her hands clawing at his ass as she gulped.
Both participants were exhausted and for the next several hours they floated in
the warm sea water, bodies entwined, following the currents. Later Anslo was
awakened by the gentle prodding of the mermaid as she pointed to a land mass in
the distance and began to swim toward it. She led him along toward the safety of
solid earth and he had time to think. "She could have killed me when I slept or
just escaped and let me die along in the water". "Why had she stayed?" "Perhaps
the're not all killers?" These and many other things raced through his mind as
they neared dry land. First he must find food. They had been in the water for
almost a day and he was famished and he needed fresh water to drink. Apparently
the mermaid could drink the salty sea water but she too would need food and he
didn't want to be it.
As he dragged himself up the sandy beach with his savior following, he could see
that food would not be a problem. The island was lush with vegitation and fruit.
What he didn't know was it had been the sight of chemical experiments during
World War Two and residual contaminants had mutated the vegitation. As hungry as
he was, even if he had known, he still would have gorged himself. He brought
armfulls of fruit to his companion who had found a grassy depression and was
stretched out drying her hair. "Lord, she's a beautiful creature", he thought to
himself. "If I am fated to spend the rest of my like on an uninhabited island,
she sure could help pass the time". She became aware of his presence and turned
to him and smiled. He offered her the fruit and she ate freely, not knowing the
chemicals were working on her body.
Over the next weeks they got to know one another. Anslo gave her the name "Eve"
because they were like Adam and Eve in the garden. She learned to speak his
language and would catch fish for him to cook. She spent several hours a day at
sea but always returned before nightfall so they could make love for hours
before falling asleep together. The violent killing urge never stirred in her
primarily because Anslo kept her satisfied and also because the mutated fruit
was having it's effect. It was mutating her DNA, correcting the faulty strand,
she was becoming fertile!
She was out swimming one day when she realized that she was pregnant. Her
feeling had been confused for a couple of days but suddenly she knew why, it had
happened, somehow the man had fertilized her eggs. She was exstatic, mother to a
new generation, the race would continue. She jumped and rolled, dived and raced,
then headed back to share her joy with her lover. She would return to another
surprise.
Shortly after she had left the island that morning, Anslo had seen a familiar
shape approach land. Thinking Eve was returning and something was amiss, he
grabbed his spear and swam out to meet her. As he neared the mermaid he saw not
one, but two females racing toward him. He could now see that neither one was
Eve. The one in the lead had smaller breasts and shorter curlier hair and the
second was a smaller female with a redish tinge to her hair color. They both had
their lips pulled back in a snarl and he knew he was in trouble. He tried to
back pedal but they were on him in moments. As the blond lunged for him, he
brought up the spear and she impalled herself, taking the point in her lower
side. Her scream was muffled by the water but she jerked and stiffened, floating
off with the spear still in her. Next the smaller fishwoman raced at him. Anslo
grabbed her throat before she could bite and he choked her, holding her gills
closed with his hands. She thrashed and snarled, clawing at him with her hands,
but he held her away and kept on the pressure till she passed out. He had lost
his taste for killing, his weeks with Eve convinced him these sea women could be
tamed.
With the limp mermaid in one arm, he swam after the injured female and dragged
both to the beach. First he tied the hands of the small mermaid behind her back
and to her tail, then he revived her. When he was sure she could breath, he
worked on the speared female. Luckily, the spear had not hit anything vital.
With the mermaid on her back, he pulled out the shaft and packed the wound in
wet seaweed and a bandage made from his shirt. She was coming out of shock so he
also tied her hands and tail, then carried her to the grassy depression that had
become his bed. Anslo laid her down as gently as posibble but even then she
whimpered from the painfull wound. Now he went back for the smaller mermaid who
was now fully awake. Her snarl was replaced by a look of fear as the big man
towered over her and she cringed as he bent down to pick her up. "If you're
nice, I won't hurt you", he said in a language she did not yet understand. He
laid her next to her friend and awaited Eve's return.
When Eve surfaced off the beach several hours later, Anslo ran to her and picked
her up to carry her up to their nest. He told her of his encounter with the
other mermaids and she wanted to see them for she did miss contact with her own
kind. It was a happy reunion for the three as they gibbered away in a language
that Anslo did not understand. Eve asked that they be untied which Anslo did.
The three females hugged and kissed like the long lost sisters they were. Anslo
noticed that something Eve told them caused a new round of tears and hugs and
also some stares at him. He began to feel slightly ill at ease. Eve sensced his
nervousness and turned to him saying, "I have good news my lover". "I am with
child, something that my race has been trying to acomplish for years with no
sucsess". "We began to think that we would die out but you have saved us".
"These other two are friends who have been looking for me". "I assured them you
are a good man and will not harm them". "They know you were only defending
yourself when they attacked".
Anslo cradled Eve in his arms and kissed her then he held out his hand in a
peace gesture to each of the mermaids and as they took his hand, he gave them
names. The curly haired blond he called Elly and the red he called Kim. After
the evening meal of fish and fruit, the four curled up for some well needed
sleep.
The moon was high in the sky when Anslo was awakened by the unmistakable feeling
of hot lips on his face. Kim was pressing her body against him, the turgid
nipples on her firm tits making deep dents in his chest. As his eyes took in the
scene he could make out Eve cradleing Elly's head between her breasts and
nodding to him. She wanted him to make love to Kim for the instincts of the
mermaids told them a dominant fetile male could have as many females as he
wanted. So Anslo fucked the strawberry tressed bitch and when Elly was healed,
he fucked her also. It wasn't long before all three females were pregnant and
they decided to leave the island start their new colony far to the south. After
weeks of traveling, they found a new home far from any human habitation and Eve
laid her eggs in the sea bed offshore. Elly and Kim followed when their time
came.
The cycle continued, blissful evening of group sex, days of play and food,
spawning new eggs. Anslo never saw another human for the rest of his long life
and didn't miss them.
Back on the original colony of mermaids, denighed the mutant fruit to correct
their gene flaw, things progressed on a more sinister note. Now realizing that
they could use their bodies to lure in males they began to watch for the strange
floating things that carried men. Over the years many men vanished from the sea
at the hands of the sea witches while only two bitches were killed, one when she
got to close to the still spinning propeller of a grounded boat and her belly
was sliced open, spilling her guts into the sea. The other fatality occured when
a mermaid got tangled up in the fishing nets of a small commercial trawler. She
was hoisted up and dumped on the deck with the rest of the catch but the stunned
fishermen quickly pulled her from the mass of fish and began to feel her breasts
and ass. It wasn't long before one guy had a cock deep in the hot pussy of the
mermaid and the rest of the crew was in line with cock in hand. The busty
fishwoman had taken seven or eight cocks when one guy got impatient and sat in
front of the prone bitch, placing her head in his lap. He forced her mouth down
on his engorged cock and paid the price. The enraged, gang raped mermaid bit
down on his scrotum and seperated the hapless sailor from his genitals. As the
man screamed and rolled away in agony, his buddies took their revenge on the
bitch. She thrashed in her own blood as they filled her sleek body with harpoons
and gaffs. She, in turn, was revenged when the pilotless ship slammed into the
reef and the dead mermaid along with the crew crashed into the sea. The school
of she-devils made quick work of the stunned, drowning sailors.
Over the years the mermaids lured many boats to destruction and many men were
raped and murdered. Just two months before they would meet their demise, the
fishwomen snared their last prize. The cabin crusier was traveling flat out,
it's young crew high on weed and out for a thrill ride. Something else was
different about this boat, two of the six on board were women. A pair of
brunettes, one in a small bikini handling the wheel while the other was below
deck servicing two of the guys. THe bikini clad bimbo was thrown into the water
when she drove the boat on the reef. The two guys topside also fell overboard.
The naked threesome was dumped out of their bed and scampered topside to find
out what happened. They too jumped clear of the sinking boat.
The swarm of mermaids milled about the guys and began to fuck them but the
fishwomen had never seen a human female before and the brown haired cunts were
dragged back to the island while the screams of their dying mates filled their
ears. The human females were not harmed but they were forced to endure the
lesbian advances of the mermaids. Two mermaids would drag a girl to the ground
and spread her legs while a third drilled into the hairy love box with a long
darting tongue. Milk spewing mermaid tits would be shoved into reluctant mouths.
Then the girl had to lick out the juicy fish pussies pressed into her face. At
first the two bimbos, who had never experienced lesbian sex, were repulsed by
the cunt licking mermaids by soon the girls came to enjoy the female fucking and
decided not to try to escape until a ship came by. That choice would cost them
their lives.

Chapter 8
One In a Million

Two hours later, forced by lack of air, Joe popped the lid on his escape locker.
With fresh salt air filling his lungs he surveyed the horizon and while he saw
no signs of the killer fishwomen he also saw no land. The next day and a half
saw Joe using his floating locker as a raft as he paddled through the warm
waters until spotted by a passing boat. His rescuers thought him delirious as he
babbled about man eating mermaids and promptly brought him to the nearest
medical facilities. He spent the next month in a hospital under observation and
he learned not to speak of his nightmare ordeal lest he never get released. Back
home, for the two following years he never forgot his slain buddies. Friends
since boyhood, he morned their loss and knew he had to take revenge on the
vicious killer sea creatures in some way. The untimely death of his parents in a
plane crash gave him the monetary means to put his wish to action but at this
point he really didn't know how to proceed.
Still grieving his friends and now his parents, the young, very rich man, sought
to drown his sorrows in booze. As always, booze loosenes the tongue and one
night while relating his mermaid story to other drunks in a dive bar he was
overheard by a man looking well past his fifty years. As the bar closed the old
drunk approached Joe. Greg spent the next two hours reliving his war exploits as
he had many evenings in many other bars. This time he found a receptive ear.
Greg had spent the post war years bouncing from one drunk tank to the next with
no one believing his outrageous stories. He would spout on of assassinating Nazi
Generals, battling dozens of sexy female Nazis and of the strange jungle lab and
the beautiful Nazi slut and fishwoman slain there. Unfourtunatly, his team
buddies had not survived the war to back up his story. They had gotten sloppy on
a routine assasination mission. Ordered to take out a Nazi general thought to be
living with his mistress, two team members had broken into the country villa
while leaving Greg man outside on guard. Smashing the bedroom door, they found
the general laying on his back in bed with his hands holding the swelling hips
of the dark haired lass stradling him while his hips stroked his dick in her
tight twat. With her head back, long hair swaying, and firm tits bouncing, she
pumped up and down on his erect flagpole. She was also, unfortunatly, in the
line of fire. The 45's of the GI's punched large red holes in her small back
leaving larger exit wounds in her belly as the hot lead continued on into the
kraut. Arms flailing, the dying slut shrieked and fell forward onto her wounded
lover, his shrinking cock slipping from her wide open dripping pussy as her tits
flattened against his chest. Walking over to the death bed the assasins pushed
the dying slut off the kraut and as they blew his brains out they failed to see
the sluts naked twin sister appear in the adjoining bathroom with a burp gun.
Her burst caught both men in the back and their dead bodies fell over the slain
lovers. Outside, the last man heard the burp gun and the crys of the GI's.
Creeping into the house, Greg had a perfect view of the lucious, killer whore's
dark cunt lips and pert nipples as she decends the stairs with the burp gun
tucked under her bouncing boobs. She was a foxy Latin lass with a great body but
the bitch must have got his buddies and for that she would pay. Rolling to his
right and coming to one knee he triggers off a burst at the tart's jiggling
chest. She sees him but reacts too slowly to save her live. The burb gun falls
harmlessly as her breast jerks three times. The slugs impact knock the woman
backward only to tumble down the stairs, landing at the feet of the GI, her
black bush wide open between her splayed legs, stareing at him with unseeing
brown eyes, red blood from three ugly holes in the firm left tit staining the
dead sluts dark skin. Greg had aquired a taste for fucking dead pussy so after
retrieving his buddies dog tags he stops long enough to drape the dead tart over
a chair and dog fuck her pliant pussy and asshole before returning to base. When
his enlistment was up and the war over, he mustered out of the service and fell
into drinking heavily to erase the memories of wars horrors. Memories of dead
whores and strange fishwoman creatures.
Now the two men finally have found someone who believes their stories and as
they spend the night reliving the past Joe begins to get the idea for his
revenge. Neither ever makes the connection between the red-headed Nazi guard and
Joe. Taking the old drunk back to his mansion Joe gives up the booze and sobers
him up. As the days pass the plan is formed. Joe has the money and the old man
knows plenty of old military men who could be hired. Greg realizes that he
hasn't been happy since he left the service, killing made him happy and now with
this kid's money he could shed more Nazi concieved blood. After several months
of planning, purchasing, and training, the wheels are set in motion.

Chapter 9
Sushi Anyone?

From the outside it looked like any other large motor yacht as the skipper
consulted a faded log book and made course corrections. In reality it was a
disguised commercial fishing boat complete with refrigerated holds. The last
course change of Joe's ill fated boat had not been plotted so he reached the
last known spot and began a slow search of the area. As the phony yacht slowly
cruised, what looked like a naked male swimmer was thrown overboard. Trolling
grid by grid the yacht narrowed the search until they got the break they needed.
A lone mermaid had ventured from the island that had been their home since the
fingerlings had escaped the lab. The lone bitch, her burning, unfulfillable need
to procreate driving her, had spotted what she thought was the hard cock of a
naked male human swimming above. With her cunt already juicy and hot for sperm
she races up, positions her cunt, reaches behind herself to grab the decoys ass
and pulls. Not realizing yet that she had just doomed herself, she impales her
hot twat on the bogus dong, driving it deep into her snatch. As soon as she
starts working her quivering qwim on the rigid shaft, she senses that something
is not right; but her lust overcame caution and now it is to late to save
herself. The men on watch see the decoy bob underwater and throw the winch into
reverse. Immediatly the thin cable tightens and a big barbed shark hook tears
thru the phony cock, ripping six inches of hard steel up into the pussy flesh of
the snagged mermaid. The boat's crew see an amazing sight. Hooked deep and hard
in her tender cunt, insane with pain, the impaled bitch breaks the surface of
the water screaming and thrashing. With her tits flailing from her spasms, her
hands tearing at the scales of her ass trying vainly to free herself from the
remorsless hook buried deep in her snatch and the decoy body draped over her as
if still dog fucking the doomed mermaid. She fights like a huge snagged salmon.
Twice more she dives and leaps clear of the surface trying to shake free of the
agony in her cunt. It's no use, the barbs have set well in her flesh. Her
fighting only buries the hook deeper into her barren womb. The mermaid is losing
blood, tiring rapidly and knows she is doomed. Relentlessly the winch draws the
writhing, moaning, tiring cunt back to the boat. Soon helpless at the rear of
the boat, with the hook having worked it's way out her back, the wounded
she-devil feels the rip of more steel as gaffs are plunged into her tail, belly
and chest to lift her to the deck.
Joe and the old soldier have proved their story to their mercinary crew by
catching the flopping, bloody female at their feet and they know they are very
close to the uncharted island. The crew gather to gawk at the weakened she
creature still struggling to escape the cold steel invading her flesh, her tits
slapping the deck in her efforts. Two crewmen hold down the whimpering catch
while the gaffs are removed and she is turned on her back. The men gawk at the
strange combination of beautiful blond and large fish, with most eyes on her
heaving, firm, bloodied breasts. Drawing his sidearm, Joe stares directly into
the pleading eyes of the struggling creature, states coldly, "This is for my
buddies", and pumps two 9mm slugs into her large expance of yielding breast
flesh. The soft wet female body jerks under the impact of the rounds tearing the
soft tit meat. Her flopping ceases as her heart is destroyed by the hot lead.
Joe showed the crew the sharp teeth hidden behind her red lips so they would
have no doubt as to the deadlyness of their prey before roughly removing the
steel death dildo from her bloody cunt. Slicing open the belly of the dead
mermaid, her guts were thrown overboard and the warm carcass hung in the cooler.
Now the hunt continued.
They caught one more the next morning as they sailed toward the area believed to
hold the island. This was the bitch that started the massacre of Jim's buddies
although she nor Jim ever realized the connection when she took the phony cock
in her mouth to suck off the lure. As the hook was set, it drove thru her neck
and she too fought the cable as it pulled her to her doom. Gagging on her own
blood, she could not fight as long or hard as the previous catch and soon was at
the rear of the boat. The hook would have torn out if they had tryed to winch up
the bitch, so they looped a cable around her tail and lifted her that way. She
dangled head down with the hook still gagging her. The crew took turns feeling
up her firm tits and finger fucking her love box then she was shot in the head,
gutted, and hung in the cooler like her sister the day before. Jim had made a
deal with a shady meat market. They would buy the carcasses and butcher the
mermaids. The men would share the choice cuts while the badly shot up meat would
become dog food. The crew did notice that this dead devil was near identical to
the last one. Now knowing they were on course and close they went on full alert.

Chapter 10
Trojan Death Boat

The entire surviving mermaid colony was on their island as the unforeseen doom
approached them. Many lay on the rocks sunning their svelt bodies while others
squirmed about in group sex orgies, long rough tongues buried in the sweet pussy
of another bitch or drinking deep of the milk of their bossoms. When keen ears
and eyes senced the aproach of a boat, the killer fish women broke from their
love trysts and most slipped into the water while the ones who were to be the
bait climbed upon the rocks and began waving and making overt sexual movements.
They kept their fish halves hidden from view by the rocks.
On the boat, two hours after gutting the last bitch, the lookouts spotted the
island in the distance. Joe put eight men on deck and proceeded ahead at half
throttle. Pearing thru his binoculares Joe could make out thirty or so female
forms amoung the rocks and as the boat neared, the naked sluts began waving and
calling to them. Approaching the deadly reef unseen by the sluts, the bulk of
his crew had stripped nude, donned scuba tanks and slipped off the rear of the
boat armed with ugly air powered spear guns and long serrated knives. They dove
for the bottom and followed behind the boat. Just as he was about to impact the
reef Joe threw the wheel hard starboard and reversed engines. The ship lurghed
sideways and stopped. To the mermaids on the island it looked as if the boat had
hit the reef. As the boat shuddered to a halt and before the mermaids knew what
was happening Greg and another crewman uncovered the hidden 30 cal machine guns.
Meanwhile the other six lined up on the rail with scope sighted 30-06 hunting
rifles filled with soft hollow point bullets or explosive loads. As the boat
stopped rocking and their aims settled in, the men opened up on the unsuspecting
bitch clones.
The noise from the gunfire was deafening as steel jacketed slugs from the
machine guns chipped the rocks sending stones flying in all directions. Most of
the rocks were not large enough to fully shield the exposed mermaids and as the
machine gunners got their range the hard slugs drilled right through the soft
feminine bodies while the 30-06 marksmen with their soft hollow pointed shells
were sending in mushrooming death. Most vicious of all were the 'squib' loads
that could blow huge holes in the trapped females. It wasn't shooting fish in a
barrel but it was damn close as the bitches smiling waves turn to grimaces of
pain as the machine gun slugs punched neat rows of holes across their chests and
out their backs. A long lethal spray of slugs sent at least six of the busty
beauties spinning and contorting in agony as hard slugs met soft chests. Another
often repeated scene, a crosshair zeroed in on the brown bulleyes in the center
of a big pink tit, a rifle would bark and the long blond mane of another Nazi
creation would fly back as the impact of supersonic lead meeting a firm boob
drove the shrieking witch against the rocks to die, pain and shock contorting
her sexy face, her breast destroyed by the exploding lead.
Panic gripped the trapped fishwomen and their brunette captives as their sisters
screamed in agony and dropped to the onslaught of hot, burning, unrelentless
lead. The two legged females bought it early in the assault. One of the human
girls began yelling and waving at the men on the boat, unfortunetly the first
guy to see her was looking through a scope and only saw the top half of her body
as he pulled the trigger. The bullet caught her dead center in the chest just
below her boobs. The girl's face twisted in agony as the force of the shell
knocked her backward and she spun and fell face down in a contorted heap. Her
right leg kicked twice and she was dead. The other brunette girl suffered a
similar if more prolonged fate. She also was trying to get the attention of the
sailors when a machine gun slug hit rocky ground in front of her and ricocheted
up into her naked pussy. The bullet, horribly flattened and distorted from the
rock, hit her like the kick of a mule, lifting her off her feet. With hands
clentched to her ruined fuck hole, she fell screaming onto her firm tanned ass,
blood pouring from her ravaged cunt over her fingers. Gasping in pain, the
wounded girl lay back as her strength left her and her hands slipped away from
her bloody box.
Her seductive wave interupted by the sledgehammer blow of a bullet, a beautiful
clone screams out a high pitched wail. She was caught in the open and never had
a chance. Her bountiful bossom was one of the first to be targeted. Drilled dead
on in the right nipple by a 30-06, the busty beauty's lung is destroyed by the
shattering bullet. With her chest cavity rapidly filling with blood, the dying
mermaid grabs her desecrated tit with both hands, wavers and falls on her face
in a puddle of gore.
Some of the mermaids try for the safety of open water unaware that death awaits
them there also. Most don't make it, the machine guns can rake the sands much
faster than the females can crawl. Plowing a furrow in the dirt, a stream of
slugs walked the beach and chewed it's way up the back of a mermaid frantically
trying to crawl to the water. She is punctured from the shit hole, up her tail,
into her cunt and on up her back. Her arms fly out as the big tits flatten out
in the dirt and her long tail ceases to wave.
Perched on a high rock, a blond cunt has no place to go as her delicious udders
fill the scope of a high powered rifle. Squeezing the trigger, the assasin
watches as the lead round punches a big red hole into the soft flesh of the
upper right breast. The impact twists the torso of the sexy sea witch and she
begins to sway as her hands grasp at her holed tit. Having some fun with his
victim he crosshairs the swell of her panting belly. She moans as the bullet
burrows in and gives her an ugly red belly button. One hand now seeks to stop
the blood loss from her guts while one stays on her tit. He chambers a 'squib',
takes careful aim at the weaving sluts left nipple and shoots true. Her strength
gone, the force of the third slug inverting her turgid nipple and blowing it off
her tit knocks her backward off her perch, tail and ass up like a surrender
flag.
Punching a hot round into the firm flat belly of a big blond fishwoman, the
marksman watched though his scope as her beautiful face contorted in a scream of
agony from the painful, mortal wound, the red blood covering her webbed hands as
they tryed to hold in her guts. He let the poor creature suffer as he slowly
cocked a new round in the chamber and squinted through the scope. His second
shot drilled her between the eyes and blew off the back of her head putting an
instant end to her suffering.
Another chesty she-devil takes his lead in the gut, sealing her doom. Another
moanful wail as the soft slug mushrooms to many times it's original diameter,
twisting and shredding the mermaid's intestines. The bitch slumps and falls from
her rock droping from sight before he can reload and finish her. Her agony will
continue untill she is finished off later.
Screaming in panic as a stream of lead approaches her position, a mermaid
embraces her neighbor and their tits are flattened together as a brace of
machine gun slugs shudder through her back and into the breasts of her lover.
They pitch off the rocks still locked in their last embrace.
Trying to take cover in the rocks as best they could the survivors would be
picked off if they showed themselves, as one poor bitch found out. Her tail was
in the open and took a round above her shit hole, without thinking she turned to
the wound and brought her right side above the rocks. Two marksmen immediatly
scoped the curving profile and fired, with one slug taking her high under the
arm, angling for the lungs and one slamming into the side of her right tit with
a one way ticket to her heart. With a yelp she dropped prone, dead.
A paniced bitch exposed herself as she tried to make a break for the sea, her
hanging left globe exploding in a spray of red blood as two 'squib' rounds hit
the magnifigent melon and try to occupy the same space at the same time. Her
corpse drops into a pool of gore that once was a delicious tit.
One second crawling toward the sea, the next folding up like a sack of flour, a
bitch is reamed from side to side by a steel jacketed projectile that rips
through both lungs and her heart killing her instantly.
Soon not a blond head, other than those attached to sprawled out, bloody hybred
bodies, can be seen ammong the rocks. Leaving four men on the boat to keep any
hidden bitches pinned down, four set off in a rubber raft for the island to
finish off the wounded on the island and kill any others they came across.
Underwater the mermaids waiting to pounce on shipwrecked sailors had no idea
their sisters were meeting violent deaths and theirs were soon to come. As Joe
had pulled up the boat he had triggered a device that lobbed concussion grenades
over the sides. His divers were out of range of the blasts in deep water behind
the boat, but waiting twenty feet below the surface and watching for the
expected shipwrecked sailors, the mermaids never noticed the small objects
sinking around them. Exploding as they pass near the fishwomen the grenades
score the first casualties of the under sea battle. Detonating three feet under
a soft belly, the blast of a grenade folds a bitch up like a hinge and she dies
instantly as her internal organs are crushed by the concussion. Two more sea
sluts are rendered unconcious by a nearby blast and sink slowly to the bottom.
The soft blue eyes of a beautiful face notice a black can then are blown from
their sockets when the gredade explodes and turns the face to a red mush.
Another buxom beauty dies when a grenade detonates over her back and snaps her
spine. Several others are stunned and disorientated and will be easy marks as
the battle enters the next phase.
In the turmoil of explosions, the sea bitches don't notice the divers coming up
at them from two sides. Then the water filled with bubbles as twenty blasts of
compressed air shoot two and a half foot long, sharp barbed spears into the
school of female flesh above them, driving the deadly points deeply into the
soft bellies and chests of the underwater she-devils. The reddening water
muffles the screams of the impaled sea witches as they thrash about in a vane
effort to escape the barbed shafts embedded in their doomed bodies. Quickly
reaiming the multishot weapons the divers sought out more targets as the victims
of the first volley continued to broil the water in painful death throws.
Several sea witches limply float, they were the lucky one that took spears in
the left tit that split their hearts and died instantly. The divers got off one
more volley into the mass of churning flesh and had gotten hits on many of the
bitches before the mermaids realized the danger and split off in different
directions, some swimming for the island, some out to sea and some turning on
their enemy with teeth bared.
One foxy female caught a spear in the lower part of her long slinky tail.
However, she could not escape because the long sharp spear had driven through
her lower tail and into the ample left breast of a hapless mermaid swimming just
above her. Tit speared in the heart, she died quickly and became an achor to the
wounded bitch. The spears were designed to not pull out with rigid stops on the
end and spring loaded barbed wings on the tip. They had to be pushed through the
prey and the tips unscrewed before they could be pulled out. With the dead
mermaid stuck to her tail, the slowed bitch was an easy target. As she
frantically fought to free herself, two shafts homed in for the kill. One spear
drilled her back, sticking out her right tit while the second drove deep into
her side. She was finished.
The divers were still outnumbered about two to one not counting the wounded
mermaids who could still be dangerous; but the odds kept improving as more
mermaid flesh ate a meal of deadly steel. The sea witches that turned to fight
died first. Swimming headlong at the divers, beautiful faces twisted into an
evil mask, their broad chests were easy targets and the spearmen took a heavy
toll in pink tit meat. Deciding to fight, a mermaid begins to turn toward the
divers when a spear thuds into her firm smooth belly. She is spitting blood and
grasping her wound when the next speeding shaft makes contact with her left
nipple. The razor sharp blades cut easily through the turgid protrubance and are
not markedly slowed by the mass of milk glands and fatty tissue they rip
assunder. Her ribs and chest muscles do absorb much of the kinetic energy, but
not enough. Eyes agape in pained shock, she drifts off, the steel tipped
aluminum shaft now lodged in her heart bringing quick, merciful death.
Two mermaids attacking one diver fell victim to his quick firing speargun. One
bitch took a spear high in the left tit that sliced down into her vitals while
the other had the spear find her open mouth and like a long avenging penis, it
ripped thru her throat into her guts. Both fishwomen were mortally wounded and
slowly sank, bleeding from all body orafices. Swimming past their twitching
bodies, he searches out other prey. Another bitch, attacking from above
shuddered as the barbed point drilled into her thick lower body just below her
ass, wounded, though not mortally, she makes for the surface. As her slender
back breaks the surface a sharp eyed gunner rips her dorsal fin and shatters her
spine with a well placed slug. Paralized, she slowly sinks down to the bottom
and a slow painful death. Later she will not be able to fight off a knife thrust
that will slice up between her ribs and end her pain.
Trying to come up between the legs of a diver and bite off his balls, a doomed
mermaid is spotted by her intended victim. She has left her back open for a
shot, but the angle of attack causes the spear to deflect off her rib and cut a
deep gash as it slid down her back and lodged in her ass cheek. Slowed and
trailing blood, she tries to pull up and escape but she has instead presented a
full front shot to the diver who calmly drills his next shot between the big
bullseyes of her boobs. Clutching her dying tits against the spear that has
raped her chest, the bitch spins twice before her hands fall away in death.
The bitches trying to escape find they have none as the divers keep them in
range long enough for the swift metal shafts to seek them out. Angling in on the
fleeing fugitives, divers target the wide hip area of the fleeing fishwomen and
many mermaids find themselves being spear fucked by the lethal weapons. As they
flip their tails down to propell through the water the pussy is wide open making
a target the men cannot resist. A well aimed and precisely timed shot is
rewarded with the satisfaction of seeing sharp blades slicing deeply into a
yawning cunt, ripping and tearing flesh and organs as they go. Usually the hit
will not kill a mermaid outright but the mind numbing pain stops them in thir
tracks. The lucky ones take a second lethal spear or knife thrust while the
others writhe in slow agony until they bleed to death. One nieve mermaid thought
she had outdistanced her pursuit but the shock of a spear drilling up her love
tunnel brought her back to lethal reality. Her hands were squeezing her ruptured
cunt and she was spinning summersaults in the water when she felt her arms being
pulled back by rough hard hands. A diver had caught her and was holding her
still as a second approached. She saw the long shiny knife in his hands but
could do nothing to save herself. The assassin held her long blond hair in one
hand while the other slammed the knife up under her breast into her ribcage. Her
heart violated, she found peace in death.
One fishbitch who trys to swim away on the surface gets a real rude awakening
when Joe, who up to this point has not been involved in the battle, uncovers a
harpoon gun and swings it around at the escaping sea-devil. As her back and tail
arch and fall propelling her, he triggers the big weapon. The powder charge
rockets the 2 inch diameter by 5 foot harpoon out after the fleeing prey and the
pain her sisters feel from a speargun fuck is nothing compared to what this
mermaid experiences as three feet of the lethal harpoon rip into her gaping
pussy. Her pain ends quickly though as the huge shaft has sliced thru her womb,
lacerated her guts and torn her heart. Reeling the harpoon line and it's dead
victim back to the boat Joe finds that the excitement of nailing the bitch has
given him an erection so hard it's painful. He winches the dead bitch on deck so
he can unscrew the barb point from the harpoon shaft. With the mermaid's tits
squashed down on deck he turns the bloody shaft growing from her cunt. After
five turns he is able to pull the shaft out of the bloody box while leaving the
point deep in her corpse. He will recover that later when she is gutted. Pushing
the big dead blond out of his way, he installs a new point and reloads his
weapon.
The wait for another victim is not long as a sultry torso appears 30 yards out.
The bewildered bitch was stunned by a cuncussion grenade blast and is looking
around for a way out when the big gun booms again, the huge shaft striking the
fishwoman between her swaying milk jugs, transfixing her chest, it's force
lifting her clear of the water and slamming her ass first back into the sea.
Back underwater, a fleeing mermaid passes over a diver who fires twice straight
up. Her body jerks and twists as the twin shafts punch into both the hanging
udders. As the skewered bitch rolls over and sinks past him, eyes already
glazing over in death, he slaps her hard ass and mutters to the unhearing clone,
"Get the point, cunt". Then he swims up behind the almost dead mermaid and
grabbing the spears like handles, he pulls her tight hot pussy down on his hard
cock. She lives long enough to experience the pain of the spears tearing her
insides from his abuse and feel his cock drill her cunt, but death overtakes her
long before he spews his hot seed into her womb.
Trying to flee, a mermaid has a spear driven into the side of one tit and out
the far side of the other. Spinning in the water holding her skewered orbs she
falls victim to on more spear in her neck that severs her jugular vein obscuring
her death throws in a cloud of blood.
His last spear giving him trouble, the diver manages to unjamb it just as a
gaping maw approaches. Holding off the crazed bitch with the spear point, he
triggers the weapon and nothing happens. She charges again and this time with
the point aready indenting her firm pink boob the gun fires, driving the point
through her back. Her vicious snarl changes to shocked pain as she limply floats
backward, skewered through the lung. He pursues the dying mermaid to finish her
off. Grabbing her by the hair, he rips a knife up into her guts and tears open
her belly. Her eyes roll up in their sockets and she expires.
With most of the mermaids in the water dead or wounded and spears running out
the diver pull their knives and go after the survivors. With the battle clearly
won, the men can start having some fun with the remaining victims.
One diver swims down to two unconcious mermaids and taking a rope he ties
together their tails and arms. Swimming to the surface he signals for the winch
cable and returns to hook it on the roped tails. Tugging the cable he resumes
his hunt while the two mermaids are hoisted up to the boat.
Grabbing a struggling bitch by the spear in her guts the diver gives it a twist
and jerk that lock the barbs while he pulls her wounded body to the knife that
rips up under her left breast. Her violent spasm as the blade slips between her
ribs into her heart tears the spear from his other hand. Releasing the dead
mermaid he grabs a pussy impaled fishbitch by her blond hair and slits her
throat from gill to gill.
Swimming free of the melee a graceful form feels sharp pain in her upper tail as
a diver has caught her and plunged his blade through her green scales. Using her
arms and tail she trys to fend off the attack but the sharp steel is not to be
denied and she takes a deep gash across her back and fin. Blood begins to cloud
the water as the blade slices open her right melon and the diver moves for the
kill. Grabbing the soft form of her upper torso from behind, he stabs her cunt
with his rigid cock while he rams his long blade deep into the thrashing
she-devil's left breast, the hilt of his knife flattening out the flesh below
her brown areola. Her heart rended, the bitch doesn't feel the blade being
withdrawn and plunged in twice more as it matched the thrusts of his dick.
With a spear lodged in her lower back, a disorientated sea-devil forgets about
fighting back and instead frantically waves her arms, hoping the approaching
diver will show her mercy and move on. But luck has runout for this daughter of
the SS today. The diver heads right in and clamps a big hand on her throat. As
she struggles in his grasp, the terrible, searing pain of a knife slamming into
her lower belly clouds her mind. Her shocked brain overloads then ceases to
funtion as the blade is ripped up through her belly till it is stopped by rib
bones between her well rounded tits. The witch dies with her guts floating free.
More wounded head for the surface. With a spear in her cunt a moaning mermaid
floats belly up, her heaving tits break the surface like small volcanic islands
and the gunners add to the effect my driveing in bullets that erupts her left
nipple in a lava flow of blood. Another ass speared witch eats the last of the
huge harpoons in her guts. Joe depresses the gun down at her convulsing body and
fires. The harpoon gun was designed for creatures many times the size and weight
of the sultry mermaids and his shot was at point blank range. The fish woman's
body is decimated by the huge spear drilling into her belly at the narrowest
part of her waist. The shaft blows right through her, severing the spine and
almost tearing her in half. Joe watched her die and blew a load in his shorts.
A spear had found an unwanted home in the lower side of a sleek blond beauty.
The wounded sea-girl was losing blood and going into shock. She never saw the
hard muscled male body closing in on her. He came up from below and behind the
sexy creature. Wrapping his legs around a mermaids tail and his left arm around
her chest, the diver slams his nine inches of hard cock into her squirming pussy
and takes the bitch for a ride. The mermaid feels her cunt being invaded and
frantically tries to escape but in her weakened state she cannot break free. He
repeatedly slams his hips into her ass, driving his dick to the hilt into her
warm qwim. Even in her fear, she begins to respond to this last fuck and the
sadistic male was waiting for her to get hot and horny. When the female is
matching her ass grinds to his thrusts and oblivious to her wound, his free
fight hand lifts a long wicked knife to her boob. In it slowly plunges, shocking
the mermaid into a useless struggle for freedom until his blade finally can
slice through the sweet meat of her left breast and still the blood pump deep in
her chest.
Attempting to evade the hunters, a slim, sexy, sun bleached, blond mermaid who
bears a remarkable similarity to Sybil Danning, darts and twists to avoid being
hit. Through skill and luck she survived four attempts to spear gun her. But
even her luck had to run out and five was not her lucky number. The honey haired
bitch's yelp of pain was muffled by the water but the spear's damage had been
done. Cold, hard and deadly, the speeding projectile had driven into the top of
her silky right breast. Grasping the steel tipped spear impaling her right boob
and filling her lungs with blood, the frantic mermaid breaks the surface. She is
tugging on the shaft and only ripping more tissue as a soft point slug nails her
in the face. Her beauty is instantly obscured by a gush of blood and gore. Arms
flying out, her body flops backward, the end of the spear waving from her death
spasms.
The mermaids making for the island swim right past the rubber boat and the men
are waiting for them with large three tined ice fishing spears designed for
hundred pound sturgeon. Seeing a curved shape in the water the spear is plunged
into the bitches back. Pulling on the barbed tool he lifts the bitches head and
chest out of the water and her scream filles the air before the body weight rips
it free of the deadly tines. Another thrust into the spine and the mermaid dies.
Slicing through the water a spear drills a long slim neck tearing the jugular on
it's withdrawl. The skewered she-devil rolls in agony for a few moment untill
week from blood loss, she sinks and dies. One more bitch was in range as the
spear just caught her above the tail and her pain wracked violent twisting
wrenched the spear from the man's hand. Rolling over, the slowed fishwoman took
a hard shot from a spear that flattened her left milk mound and punched lethal
holes in her black heart.
One makes the beach but as she crawls up the rocky landing a mercinary throws
his tripointed spear into her back. With the spear deep in her flesh, she spins
and falls, the waves lapping over her writhing, dying body.
None of the mermaids in the water have escaped, if not killed outright, the
wounded float to the surface only to have the gunners on the boat ventilate
their bleeding bodies with hot lead, if they stay submerged the sharp knives of
the divers rip up into their jiggling tits as male cock ravishes their twats.
Soon blond maned heads of the raped and slaughtered mermaids are bobbing all
around the boat like floating golden flowers.

Chapter 11
Sorry Adolph

Leaving two sharpshooters on the boat and the two trussed up bitches hanging
from the winch boom, Joe takes a launch to the island to supervise the mop-up.
The four men from the first boat have already landed and are moving from body to
body prodding the sprawled and twisted bodies of the gunshot fish women with
their forked spears. The first six contorted bodies don't flinch from the
pointed probes digging into the tender asses being baked by the sun. The ragged
exit wounds in their backs tell the story without needing to turn them over.
They took the initial machine gun volleys full in their bountiful bossoms. As
the finned sluts attempted to seduce the boat to distruction, the twelve
matching tits they exhibited got laced with a row of holes like a sewing machine
through cloth. Instantly corpses, six bodies slump over, face down on the rocks.
The sudden death from multiple chest wounds has liberated them from pain.
However, a jab in the ass does elicit a moan from a prone, face down female
farther over and a guy turns the sea-girl on her back. She is alive and concious
but suffering from a serious gut wound. Pointing his sidearm at the wounded
bitches swaying left mammary, the hardened mercenary avoides looking into her
tear stained, pleading blue eyes as he pulls twice and the soft tit flesh jerks
as two 9mm slugs thud in, spread and tear her muscle and bone. The suffering
mermaid coughs once and is still.
Near to her, a lifeless, genetically engineered body is turned over to reveal
two slender female hands still clutching at her bullet torn right breast and a
face contorted in a grimace of agony of death by drowning in her own blood. No
more time is wasted on her because the clean up squad thinks they see movement
in a bitch sprawled face first over a rock not far away. They drill a couple of
9mm holes in her side. She takes the lead without flinching so they pull her
back and see the row of red holes across the centerline of her pointed tits, she
is long past needing a coup de grac.
They pass two more of the big blond fishwhores spread out backwards on the rocks
with a single bullet hole just above and right of the left nipples of their firm
pointed tits. Their large pale blue eyes remain open and their full pouting lips
are frozen in their last gasp of shock. Still wet blood formed small rivers as
it flowed over the punctured globes and down the firm flat bellies. The man who
had slain them remembered the events, setting the crosshairs of his custom
hunting rifle dead center on the first pretty fishwoman's sexy mound, shifting
slightly right and drilling the jiggling jug with a hot 30-06 handload. Nailing
her tit at over 3000 fps, the soft point round had made her blue eyes jerk open
wide with surprise and pain. He remembered her breast shudder and explode in a
gush of red. Then as the tit shot bitch's arms flew out, body jerked stiff and
she flopped dead to her present position on the rock, he shifted aim to the
other mermaid. Through the scope he could see the panic in her eyes as she
stared at her dead friend. He lowered the scope to the second slut's mountain of
jiggling perfection and let off a second lethal load. The new target's eyes were
still on her dead friend when her own big tit jerked and gushed forth red gore.
The second deadly projectile had ravished her perfect form and nailed that
startled bitch back to the rocks before she could escape. Both blonds had died
instantly as the soft lead mushroomed open and blew apart their evil hearts and
they lay together now, eyes wide and mouths agape. He silently praised his own
marksmanship.
The group spots the two human girls and they stare at each other in disbelief.
While it was unfortunate in a way that the girls were shot, the men really don't
want any witnesses to their massacre either. They approach the first girl
sprawled out on her face, smooth bare butt in the air. Finding her dead they
move to the second girl. She is on her back with blood oozing from her cunt and
mouth but she still breathes. Her big brown eyes plead for help and two men lift
her to her feet while glancing knowingly to a third. They start to walk away,
carrying the girl between them when the Greg puts his gun near her back and
fires. Her back arches and her mouth drops as the 9mm slug bores through her
heart and exits through her small hard breast. The men drop her corpse and move
on.
Coming around a big rock, the group surprises two uninjured mermaids huddled
together, whimpering in terror. Three pistols come up as one and the mermaids
await their death when one guy hollers "Wait!". "Let's keep these two alive for
a while." "Check out those jiggling titties." "We can fuck the hell out them
before we blast em." The other guys think for a moment and agree. The mermaids
temporary savior stays to guard them while the other guys continue the mop up.
Farther back they come to a fully alert bitch laying flat on her back. She had
taken a machinegun burst in her lower body and while her tail would no longer
obey her brains commands she was still concious and screamed at her tormentors
as one man pinned her arms down and a second jambed his gun in her deadly mouth.
The mermaid was struggling franticaly as the trigger was pulled, her back
arching like a bow as her brains littered the rocks. The bitch's back dropped as
her lifeless tits swayed their last.
Coming to a prone fishbitch who had taken a bullet in the side and was slowly
suffocating on her own blood, her executioner grabs the long blond mane and
pulls her head back while his pistol fucks her slippery qwim. She crys in pain
as the death dealing steel dildo tears her soft membranes. Mindless of her
suffering, he plunges the pistol in and out of her wiggling ass. Her arms pound
uselessly on the ground in rythem with the poking pistol. After a few moments he
tires of the game and pulls the trigger twice. Buried deep in the mermaid's
raped qwim, the pistols report is muffled when the hot lead tears up the love
hole of the panicked witch and up through to her heart. Her breasts shudder and
with one last gag of blood the sleek form goes limp.
By now Joe had joined up with the hit squad as they came to the last wounded
survivor. She had a gash on her head where a dislodged rock had hit and was
laying face down unconcious. Greg had pulled her head back and was about to
insert his pistol in her pussy when Joe stopped him. The beauty of these
creatures had not gone unnoticed by him, he had plans for a couple of them, and
his cock was still hard from the turn on of harpooning several of them so why
not give thew a diferent kind of harpoon if they wanted to fuck so bad. Joe had
the men gag her and tie her hands to her tail then two men carried the limp cunt
back to the launch. The other two mermaids were also restrained with ropes and
gags. With the boats full of horny men and squirming females, they returned to
the mother ship. The spray from the boat began to revive the mermaid as the
launch reached the yacht. Strong arms carried the three struggling she devils
and the two hanging from the winch down below deck where they where tied to
bunks.
Leaving one man to guard the five trussed cunts, the rest of the crew spend the
next several hours doing the bloody work of retrieving dead mermaid carcasses,
removing the deeply buried spears and spent bullets from the dead meat, slicing
open soft bellies, gutting them out and hanging them in the ships coolers. Most
of the dead will yield some good meat and the men are impaient to try some of
the sweet delicasy, but first they will relieve the pressure in their balls
while the supper is prepared.
All five captive mermaids are awake now and they see thirty naked men
surrounding them, all with erect cocks. It would be a long evening for the
ravished cunts. The men had drawn lots and it was agreed that once you shot your
load you had to go to the back of the line. Even though the fishwomen knew they
were in mortal danger and probably would not survive, the mating urge forced
them to take the shafts on and on. The first round went quickly as the sex
starved men still hot from the killing would jump on a face down bitch and using
her tits as handles, would pump a few minutes before their hot sauce spiced her
taco. The edge taken off, the men got more creative in their second and third
fucks. Now the mermaids, their pussies already sore and filled to overflowing
with cum found the men sucking and biting their tender tits, using their full
cleavage like a snatch and then shooting hot loads down their gagged throats.
Two men would lift a cunt over the shaft of a prone man and lower her down as he
slammed up into her. Their shit holes where discovered and sodomized. By the
time all the men where sated the five mermaids were near unconciousness from
exhaustion with a mixture of blood and cum leaking from the battered pussies and
anuses while loads of cum choked and gagged them. While the five raped creatures
lay moaning, the crew feasted on the tender roasted meat of a butchered mermaid.
Joe had decided before undertaking his quest to keep a few mermaids as trophies
and he picked three ones least battered in the gang rape, had them ungagged and
placed in a hold equiped with a water tank. After he paid off his crew he
planned to take the big blond creatures to a remote vacation home and confine
them in a special pool that was being built at that time. It would be ready when
he returned with his exotic prizes. If the bitches were muzzled, he could fuck
them with out fear and if he didn't feel like dipping his wick he could always
watch their lesbian antics. As for the last two she-devils, they would be
killed. One was near dead. Her body had been brutalized to such an extent that
she would never again be worth fucking. One of the sailors had cut her up badly
in his lust. With face and body bruised and lacerated, a wicked knife sliced
qwim, and hunks of her hair torn out, she spent an agonized evening tied in the
hold and the next morning was carried limply to her execution. The other bitch,
sensing her coming death, struggled against her captors, but to no avail. Again
strung up by their tails, they were suspended over the water from the boom. Greg
had the honor of executing the murderous sea whores. He leaned over the rail and
slashed open their throats with a razor sharp knife. The bitches twitched and
jerked as they gagged on their blood that poared over their face and hair but
Greg would not let death come easily. He plunged the blade into the doomed
mermaid's lower bellies and ripped down through their guts and tits. They died
with intestines spashing into the water beneath them. Now just a couple of
hanging corpses, the bodies joined the rest of the pack in the meat coolers.
Joe's friends and all the other men killed by these sea witches had been
avenged.

Postscript:

Every once in a while the rumors still surface. Sexy fishwomen who saved
drowning sailors or downed airmen, but the events all happened far south of the
Bermuda triangle and no rumors of canibalism were ever heard. Rescued men who
tried to convince people they were saved by and sexually ravished by gorgeous
fish-girls, were dismissed as delireous. It is indeed ironic that a species
created by the most evil regime ever to inhabit the earth, created to spread
destruction and death; should, once purged of it's genetic flaw, evolve into a
peaceful, sensuous and giving species.