Mermaids by TKDBB (1 Viewer)

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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.

Chapter 1 - Perhaps too 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 urging 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 hers. 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 ecstasy 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 doctor or find the sweet bliss of inter-species 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 Colonel Wilma Schultz, a prison camp commandant who had just escaped the advancing Russians. The indisputable 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 prejudice. 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 licker's 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, ricocheting 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 annihilate 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 Ericka'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 grace 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 strategy 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 flies 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 conscience.

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 Thompson 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 pulchritude 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 Thompson 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 semi-nude 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 denied. 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 definitely 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. An 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 clenched 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 uneventful. With the three Nazis bitches laying in the bottom 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, bruised and terrified lab women were interrogated 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 conceived, 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 arranged 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 tried 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 received 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 received 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 camouflaged 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 swastika 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 swastika 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 swastika 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 out-thrust 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 sergeant 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 everything else, the GI's never realized that the wall tanks were empty.

Chapter 5 Sailor Beware

Joe Miller is fortunate to have extremely wealthy parents who can send him on a twenty-fifth birthday trip sailing the Caribbean 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 rudder-man 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. Assuming 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 grisly deed. As the men fought to stay afloat the webbed female hands kneaded 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 chosen 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 instinctively 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 blood-lust 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, devouring 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 unsatisfied thrashed about undersea in lesbian couplings trying to quell 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 vigorous 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 until 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 frolicking 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 sense 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 sensed that no fertilization 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 computation, 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 intelligent mermaids sensed the sexual drive in the males and they took the men's 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 separated 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 throbbing with anticipation so he got a firm grip 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 emanated 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 subsequent gyrations and held his breath as she rolled and leapt 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 incident occurred. 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 silhouetted 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 probed 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 inadvertently 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 they'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 vegetation 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 vegetation. As hungry as he was, even if he had known, he still would have gorged himself. He brought armfuls 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 ecstatic, 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 reddish 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 impaled 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 possible but even then she whimpered from the painful 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 sensed 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 accomplish for years with no success". "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 cradling 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 fertile male could have as many females as he wanted. So Anslo fucked the strawberry trussed 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, denied 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 occurred 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 separated 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 cruiser 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, but 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 mourned 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 loosens 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. Unfortunately, his team buddies had not survived the war to back up his story. They had gotten sloppy on a routine assassination 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 straddling 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, unfortunately, 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 assassins 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 cris of the GI's. Creeping into the house, Greg had a perfect view of the luscious, killer whore's dark cunt lips and pert nipples as she descends 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 burp 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, staring 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 acquired 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 conceived 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, unfulfilled 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 decoy's 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. Immediately 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 remorseless 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 mercenary 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 expanse 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 deadliness 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 tried 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 svelte 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 bosoms. When keen ears and eyes sensed the approach 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.

Peering thru his binoculars Joe could make out thirty or so female forms among 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 lurched 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 bullseyes 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, relentless 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, unfortunately 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 clenched 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 interrupted 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 bosom 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 assassin 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 tried 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 mournful 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 dropping from sight before he can reload and finish her. Her agony will continue until 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 immediately 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 panicked 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 magnificent 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 hybrid bodies, can be seen among 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 unconscious 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 grenade 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 anchor 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 protuberance and are not markedly slowed by the mass of milk glands and fatty tissue they rip asunder. 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 orifices. 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. Paralyzed, 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 propel 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 their 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 naive 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 somersaults 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 tries 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 unjam 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 already 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 unconscious 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 tries 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 function 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 fills 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 withdrawal. 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 mercenary 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 bosoms. As the finned sluts attempted to seduce the boat to destruction, 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 conscious but suffering from a serious gut wound. Pointing his sidearm at the wounded bitches swaying left mammary, the hardened mercenary avoids 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 grace. 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 conscious and screamed at her tormentors as one man pinned her arms down and a second jammed his gun in her deadly mouth. The mermaid was struggling frantically 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 cries 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 rhythm 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 unconscious. 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 impatient to try some of the sweet delicacy, 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 unconsciousness 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 equipped 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 poured 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 splashing 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 cannibalism were ever heard. Rescued men who tried to convince people they were saved by and sexually ravished by gorgeous fish-girls, were dismissed as delirious. 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.