It was not really planed, but when the chance appeared I took it.

I was sailing single handed in a very poor part of the world; a part where everybody wants to leave. I was approached by this guy that offered me several thousand dollars to carry three people a couple of hundred miles to meet a boat.

I told the guy that I could certainly use the money but I insisted on meeting my cargo first. They turned out to be two girls and their mother. Mom looked kind of beat but the kids were prime. The youngest was just sprouting tits, while the older one had a nice small rack on her and both were pretty.

I knew the scam and had no intention of going anywhere near the point where I was supposed meet this vessel. Once I met it either I would be taken and killed or I would be held and turned over to the local cops for a nice finders fee. I wanted no part of either, instead I took my passengers on board and once I was over the horizon I change course and headed out to the open seas again.

I suspected that the three of them knew nothing of the plot and that what I was planning was no worse that what they would face if I had delivered them. Mom bugged me. She was very protective of the kids and I didn't trust her behind me. She had to go and go she did.

After dark while the kiddies were down below tucked into bed I took care of her. I sharp whack to the back of her head with a winch handle quieted her down. I lifted her over the side after removing her clothes and held on to her hair with one hand while I gutted her with the other. Once she was opened up nicely I let her go and watched as she sank. The crabs would get anything he sharks missed.

The next morning the girls were torn up about mom's vanishing act, but since we did not share any kind of a common language there wasn't much to talk about. Finally Big [I never learned their names and thought of them as Big and Little] took her sister back down below. They found the truth of my plans later that day.

I placed them in irons in the forepeak and took their clothes away. Everything they owned was thrown overboard. They wouldn't be needing them. Once naked and washed up both were nice to look at.

Big had a set of tits that were really firm and well shaped. Not huge, but large for her small body. She had a small nicely shaped ass and a cute little cunt with just a small patch of curly hair at the top.

Little had no hair at all and still had a boyish body. She was just starting to get a shape but for now it just softened her boyish shape. She did have small tits that were smaller than my palm and only about two inches thick. She did have a nice pubic mound that looked very inviting. Just a hump between her legs with a slit in the middle. Sexy as hell.

I decided to start with Big. She knew what was coming and seemed resigned to it. I bent her over the rail and took her from behind. She was as tight as I had hoped and those tits make nice handles to hold on to. With a nice coat of Vaseline I slid in nice and easy and while I was nice and slippery o moved up to her ass and had her there too. I swapped between the two entrances to her body until I could stand it no longer and when I came I was deep in her cunt.

She wailed long and loud as my jet flushed her insides. She spent the rest of the day with me. I poked and played with her and fucked her several more times. But while I was in her I was thinking about Little. Big was just too easy is the word I guess. She seemed resigned to her fate and accepted even beatings and other torture as a part of life.

Finally I gave her death. A good old fashioned at sea hanging. A noose rigged from the boom through a block and with a few turns of a winch she was hauled up to her fate. A very nice show and it was made better by me being firmly planted on Little's tight cunt. She got to watch as her sister strangled just feet away. She gave me both her holes within minutes of her sister's death and from then on she was willing to do anything to avoid a like fate. She was still terrified of everything and would scream for any reason. In short she made a pretty good fuck slave.

As our voyage went on she got both better and worse. She became quite good at pleasing me sexually but otherwise she seemed to forget who was the boss. The attitude seemed to be I'm pleasing you with sex and by letting you hurt me for fun so that's what I do and that's all I have to do. Punishing her for anything seemed to fall under her idea of its just sex and nothing more. The day of reckoning was near and I had changed my plans because of her attitude.

Finally it was too dangerous to have her on board any longer. I dared not take the chance of meeting another boat and having her seen. There aren't that many of us out here and the story would spread and could lead to unpleasant questions. Today she would have to go. I had planned a first to either hang her like I did Big or to strangle her while my dick was in her ass but I had a better idea.

I had been dragging a bag full of fish guts all night and it had been hit several times by a nice sized shark. He seemed a bit pissed that he couldn't find any real food in spite of all that nice smell so I prepared to make him happy. He was just about the right size but more about later.

I started the morning by giving her a good beating; I mean one that involved broken bones. It was interrupted only by my stopping to fuck one hole or another savagely. When I was done she had both arms broken as well as one knee and a few fingers. Maybe a few rips too from the way she was breathing. I heaved to and rigged a block on the end of the boom. She had seen this before when I killed her sister. Now she was really scared.

Its funny, begging for a life sounds about the same in any language. So does laughing about the request.

I could see the fin cutting the surface nearby when I tied the loop of line under her arms and lifted her over the side. As a lost touch I opened her belly just above her pubic bone and made sure I cut her in the guts enough to let out the dinner bell smell for Mr. Shark. I lowered her until the water was up to her tits and then just watched. At first she didn't realize what I was doing but after the fin cut close to her she figured it out real fast.

She panicked and her splashing combined with the blood from her guts was all it took. The whole boat rocked as the shark took the first bite. The water around her got dark from the blood. I lifted her up to see what had been done and it was good.

About ten or fifteen pounds of meat was missing from her ass and one thigh. Back down she went just in time for a return visit from my pet. Once more the boat rocked. This time she was missing most of her other leg. A third hit left guts trailing out of her body. I released the slip knot around her body and let her float free. Somehow she found the strength to scream as the shark pulled her down. There was a red swirl and bubbles and she was gone.

All that ever floated up was a few stands of hair and bits of meat and guts. That ought to teach her what her place was.

Fuckin little uppity cunt.