Warning: Nothing in the following story represents the beliefs or values of the author. It is entirely fictional, is intended for adults only, does not contain any reference to minors, and depicts both nudity and excessive violence. Please do not try any of the actions depicted at home. This is a story that belongs in the Extreme Stories library, and nowhere else. Everything about it is extreme, as it includes a level of sexual violence that is terminal, and can only be considered extreme. Be warned.
Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: HELICOPTER BITCHWHACKERS 10
Published: 27.05.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff
Synopsis: This is the story of ten wealthy industrialists, most in the munitions business. They have developed a partnership around a mutual hobby — the destruction of shapely young women — involving dangling them beneath their helicopter at a remote seaside resort. It’s an erotic adventure with many shocks, twists, painful pokes, and horrors along the way. Enjoy.
Helicopter Bitchwhackers 10
“Christ, this cunt Tanya’s meat is still smoking!” Phil said, “That’s fucking spectacular! It looks like we not only burned off most of her skin, but we got quite a bit of her fucking muscle blackened as well! Christ, the dangling cunt now looks like nothing more than a fucking fried fish!”
“No way!” said Mark, looking up, ”Damn, then she must be dead. We’ve gotta adjust that oil mixture so that it burns off all of their skin without killing them.”
“Let me see,” said Mark. “I could have sworn we had the right mixture for a lean cunt like her. We even had it toned down, in case Caitlin was the one that survived.”
“Keep one hand on the wheel, and the other on your prick” Phil said. “You can watch it all on video later.”
He was now more intent as he stared through the binoculars, standing braced against the seat to isolate the movement of the boat in an attempt to hold a steady image. He had several years of experience and was doing well.
“Jesus!” he said, “I can see bones! Some of her ribs are exposed, and on the side of one arm, the fire burned some of the meat right off! I wonder if the guys in the chopper roasted weenies on her!”
“I’ll roast your weenie if you don’t give me a look!” said Jason.
There was a gentle Pacific swell and no wind. It was a perfect day for running a light boat like this one on the ocean, and he had no trouble keeping the boat on course for the buoy with his knee, leaving his hands free to use the binoculars.
“Just a minute,” Phil said, straining as he peered through the zoom binoculars, “God, she’s starting to move again. The bitch is definitely with us. It’s hard to tell with the boat moving. Jesus, the young cunt is writhing beautifully, just like she was doing before they torched her. They’re taping all the action from the chopper. The fucking cooked cunt’s alive and still performing. It’s not too late!”
He continued to monitor and report her activity, which remained quite lively, considering she was suffering third-degree burns to one hundred percent of her body.
“Get the cameras ready, we’re getting close,” Jason said.
The men were excited as their afternoon of bitch-whacking was coming to the climax. They were anxious to arrive at the buoy before her activity level dropped. They wanted to be in on the kill, which was planned to give the cunt an experience more heightened than any of the others had been given.
They were aware the burned bitch could die of shock at any time, and they wanted her alive for the next part of her incredibly violent helicopter ride to hell. High above, Tanya was experiencing a hell worse than she could ever in her worst nightmare have dreamed possible. With her eyelids burned off, she was forced to stare without blinking.
Her painfully dry eyes were the least of her worries. Her entire body was screaming at her brain with sharp signals of incredible pain. These inhuman pricks had torched her! She couldn’t believe she had survived the flash oil fire that had consumed her skin.
Thank God she was fit. With more body fat, she knew she would still be in flames, burning with a heat that would cook all of her meat. As the waves of pain filled her mind, she thought it would have been better had the flames entirely consumed her. She stared at the water, which was much closer now, yet still out of reach.
If only she could be in the water, it would cool the incredible pain. Tanya’s eyes followed the speedboat moving quickly toward her. The noise of the helicopter thundered in her ears, and she suddenly wondered if her ears had burned off. She was sure they had. Her whole head ached so badly she could not feel them specifically.
The boat was getting quite close to the helicopter, which was now just hovering. She wondered what further hell they had in store for her, and realized with a start that she had little interest or concern. All she wanted was to die, which she now realized was the only possible escape from these devils.
She could not defeat or escape them. They were all-powerful and had perfectly entrapped her and the others. It was hopeless, and the fight had gone out of her. They had won. She was at first surprised at her indifference. It was unlike her to back away from something so outrageous, but they had treated her so grossly that her mind had given up.
Tanya wanted to die. There was nothing they could do to her now worse than this. She had seen their worst as they had killed the six girls she and Caitlin had recruited for them and had made a human missile out of that pretty but horrible young waitress Tom had picked up from the Executive Flight Center.
Then they had forced her into taking part in that murderous contest with her best friend. She had almost felt relief when Caitlin had died, because that incredible fall, which had almost certainly turned her friend into instant dogmeat, had at least released the buxom young nude, the fun party girl who gave such incredible sex, from the control of these murderous men.
She had loved life, but not the only kind of life possible under the control of these vile torturers and killers of women. Tanya knew she was far too badly burned to survive now, no matter what happened. Even if she had a hope of survival, she did not want to remain a human toy for these men to degrade even further. What was the best she could expect if she lived?
What was the point of undergoing years of agony and painful skin graft surgery to end up looking like an over-cooked pizza, blotchy, scarred, and bald? ‘Just end it, you pricks!’ she thought. The smell of her own burned flesh lingered in what remained of her nose, and it sickened her. They had destroyed her beautiful body, broken her spirit, and yet she was still terribly alive!
Dangling upside down by the chain linked to the steel dildo up her ass, she watched the boat moving below her, and saw the men become quite busy with a big canister. It looked like a trash can. For the first time in several hours, she was concentrating on something other than her predicament and suffering, and it felt good.
The boat coasted to a halt beside the buoy almost directly below her, and she saw the men remove a lid from the metal drum and move it toward the stern. She was mesmerized as she watched two of the men pull on rubber gloves and begin to throw what appeared to be chunks of meat out into the water.
Tanya was baffled. Years ago she had learned from family fishing trips the art of chumming. The men were using raw meat to lure large trophy fish to the boat. Why they would want to stop their horrific sport with her simply to bait fish escaped her, until she remembered the sharks.
The predatory scavengers had circled Dawna’s headless eviscerated corpse. Her carcass had probably been attacked and eaten by them, and finished by carrion fish. The girls who had watched Dawna, the first to die, fall after her head had been blown off, had then been distracted by the incredible competition on the rope ladder between Adrian and Fern.
That desperate struggle to live between the two gorgeous nudes had held everyone’s attention, good friends driven to fight each other, to kill the other to live, and when Tanya had again looked at the ocean surface, the floating human naked carcass of Dawna had disappeared beneath the waves.
She had shuddered with horror as she realized the nude body of the headless young woman had probably been dragged beneath the surface to be consumed by the large predatory fish. And what about the other girls? Only the bodies of Adrian and Fern were still in sight, dropped to be impaled.
She shuddered in horror at the sight of the naked girls skewered on that outrageous spear on the big steel buoy. Betty had been incinerated. Where were the other bodies? As damaged as they were, it was unlikely they would sink, yet she couldn’t see any sign of any of them.
‘God,’ she thought, ‘they’re chumming sharks back to the area, and I’m certain their intent is not to catch them. ‘Oh God No!’ she thought, her mind screaming, ‘they’re going to feed me alive to those fucking sharks! They’ve made me into fucking shark-food! Half cooked!’
She watched with horror as the men in the boat lifted the barrel and tipped it, spilling its wet contents into the water. A pool of red quickly spread on the surface, surrounding the chunks of raw meat. It was blood and gore. She saw a severed foot, and part of a hand, and realized these were human remains.
Where had that incredible barrel full of disgusting female meat and gore come from? ‘All of the girls had hit the water, she thought. ‘The only one to hit land was … ’ She felt a sudden wave of nausea as she saw the color of skin on parts of the meat, which were of a raw steak color.
Most of what she was seeing was the inside of a person’s parts, including a hip roast, a split upper leg with the meat spread away from the bone, and what looked like a shoulder and upper arm. These were female parts. The rest of it was just meat, mostly unrecognizable, but she knew. This woman had been blown apart by an internal bomb. Caitlin.
There was also a considerable string of intestines that spread out over the water, surrounded by chunks of organs and pulp meat. Most surprising was the amount of liquid that poured out of the big trash drum. There was a lot of uncooked gravy. It was as if the corpse had been put through a grinder.
A large chunk of raw meat, with an inside view displaying visible ribs, was caught by a wave and flipped upright, revealing at first a large pale breast, then another. She would recognize those big marvelous tits anywhere. ‘It is Caitlin!’ her mind screamed. ‘These filthy pricks are giving her their version of a burial at sea, by using her disintegrated remains to lure large predator fish in for a feast of living woman meat. Me!’
Her stomach heaved but was dry. Her bladder was not. She produced a spray of hot amber liquid that was spread by the downdraft of the helicopter’s big rotors. Some of it hit her skinless belly, tits and face, and stung incredibly. The three men in the boat below her experienced a brief golden shower. She at least felt some satisfaction as she saw the men wiping her piss from their heads, backs and arms.
The drinks the men had given the girls had replenished her bladder, which was still working, despite the damage to her cunt. At least she had got in a shot, as insignificant as it was. There was so little to celebrate here in this incredible hell that even such a slight inconvenience to the men was important.
These scum were now tainted by what they did to her, with their shirts and skin stinking with female piss. She hoped they hated it. Her hope faded when she saw them grin up at her. She had shown them the spunk they liked to see in a woman as they slaughtered her. She had simply made the kill more satisfying for them.
A glance around revealed the dorsal fins of three sharks. The smell of human blood drew them like a magnet. One of them passed near the boat, and she realized just how big these monstrous predators were. Another, moving from the other side of the boat, seized the chunk of Caitlin’s ribs and a big breast in its monstrous mouth.
Seconds later a third shark came up beside it and grasped the other breast. Its powerful jaws closed, snapping the ribs and crunching them as if they were no more than a saltine cracker. With a show of incredible power, the two sharks turned from each other and ripped the section of chest apart, each swallowing a full breast and raw side of ribs in a single gulp.
There was a thrashing of the water, and Tanya realized there were several aquatic species of different sizes gorge-feasting on the ruined remains of her pitilessly murdered friend. She had taken an active part in the killing, and a wave of guilt swelled through her, followed by an enormous grief.
The two of them had fucked some very wealthy men together, and. now her friend was reduced to fish food. All because of that asshole bartender who had hooked them up with Tom, which had started this whole fucking nightmare. If there was an afterlife, she was going to haunt that prick, and make him wish he were dead!
Her attention was torn back to reality when she heard Tom’s voice burst from the helicopter’s external speaker.
“Man, those babies enjoy raw meat! Think, they’ll go for some fresh barbecue?”
The men on the boat laughed and readied their cameras. Her heart pounding, Tanya realized they were joking about her!
Her partly cooked flesh was going to be dinner for a pack of carnivorous fish! Tanya decided now, much too late, that she didn’t want to die. With her fate so visibly near, she understood the value of life, and the opportunity for fuck her way through it. She now appreciated it in a way she had never done before.
Even in her ruined state, she found she could still enjoy the boundless beauty of the ocean and the remarkable blueness of the sky. Although she was hideously scarred and crippled, her mind remained sharp. That was all that was important. There was still some joy to experience in life, in being alive.
Perhaps more fundamentally, Tanya knew she did not want to die like this. It was far too debasing and humiliating. When she was a teenager, she had often imagined herself an old woman, wealthy beyond measure, passing painlessly in a huge bed in a sunny room in Paris.
As she lay there on death’s doorstep, she would be surrounded by many of her weeping grandchildren, royalty, and diplomats. While that may have been the fantasy of a growing girl, she now faced an opposing reality. It was the stark reality facing her of being chomped in the jaws of these aquatic beasts.
Now she would be torn to pieces, ripped apart by the sharp teeth of cold, unthinking sea creatures and wolfed down in big chunks, each part being swallowed through their slimy gullets. This whole thing was a horrid nightmare, worse than any she could imagine, now about to come to life.
Tanya could hardly believe what happened next. Tom maneuvered her into position over the speedboat, and lowered her so that she dangled within three feet of the boat’s deck. As she swung there, inverted by her butt anchor, one of the men grabbed her under the chin, and with the other hand thrust a thick rubber tube into her mouth and down her throat.
She felt panic, but instead of being choked, she felt pure oxygen pouring into her lungs. Tanya felt a sudden surge of energy followed by a sense of euphoria as the oxygen found its way quickly from her lungs into her blood, and carried to her damaged muscles and brain.
She saw the tube was attached to a large tank on the floor of the boat, and she could see the valve was pumped wide open. All she had to do was exhale, as the pressure from the tank drove the life-giving gas into her lungs. The men in the boat were doping her blood, saturating it with oxygen.
She had once seen a documentary on television of this being done with female pearl divers in Japan, young women who for hundreds of years had been forced to stay underwater for more than two minutes at a time, working large oyster beds to seed the oysters with grains of sand, returning later to Harvest perfect pearls.
Less than twenty years ago the men who operated these valuable oyster fields discovered that by using pure oxygen to enrich the blood of the hundreds of slave women and girls who worked the ocean bottom as forced labor, the diver cunts could stay on the bottom for up to five minutes without surfacing for air.
This inexpensive procedure doubled the productivity of the young women, trained from the age of twelve to dive nude to depths of twenty to thirty feet in the cold waters of northern Japanese islands. Their ability to accomplish so much more with oxygen-soaked lungs offset the cost of frequent drownings of girls who could not endure the enforced submergence.
Most dive masters used a pole attached to collars around the girls’ necks to hold them underwater for the maximum time, keeping them honest. It was a cruel treatment, but in the society of rural Japan, women and girls were not considered equal to men, and certainly any thoughts of basic human rights did not apply to cunts.
The Japanese pearl farmers too often got greedy and held the girls under past the limits of their endurance, killing up to twenty-five percent of them each year. It was considered a justifiable loss. The divers were, after all, only females, and in rural Japan the death of a female was fairly common.
It was considered a reasonable price to pay for obtaining a rich harvest of valuable pearls. Peasant women in Japan were not considered to be full citizens; there was an overabundance of them, and they were expensive to feed. The deaths by drowning in this hazardous business were simply considered to be part of the cost of doing business.
While taping a pearl-diving documentary, the French television camera crew had captured an untimely attack on the naked young girls by a huge octopus, which had grabbed three of the naked young girls as they worked the sea bed. The remarkable sea leviathan had held two of the girls in its tentacles around their waist.
At the same time, it had ripped open the belly of the third nude pearl diver, pulling her apart and eviscerating her with its beak, consuming intestines and large chunks of the hapless young girl as it tore them off. They wisely hid the valuable footage before it was confiscated by the authorities, and their operation was temporarily shut down.
Two weeks later, when the French crew was back a work, a lone great white shark suddenly appeared and attacked the lovely nude girls harvesting the sea-bed while the crew was filming. Before anyone could react, it grabbed one of the younger girls in its powerful jaws and hauled her away, in full view of the cameras.
The rest of the naked girls were helpless to assist their mate, and they went on working as if nothing untoward had occurred. The crew was extraordinarily lucky. Before they completed their documentary on growing pearls, they also filmed the nude girls being suddenly attacked by a small pod of killer whales.
The big carnivorous sea mammals had no intention of hauling off a maiden; they feasted where they found their prey. They would grab a naked girl in their teeth, clamp their jaw firmly to hold her in the grasp of their great jaws, then shake their heads vigorously until they ripped great chunks off the hapless victim.
The flesh-eating whales were not in the least conservation-minded. They ripped open bellies and took only prime chunks of woman and girl meat, leaving most of the still-living naked females to bleed to death in the depths of the sparkling clear water, now liberally stained with their blood.
The men who had brought Tanya to the brink of her death had copies of all three French videos, which had earned the French crew far more than the documentary edited for television Tanya had seen. She realized with shock that her captors were now using the same oxygen supply technology.
The Japanese pearl farmers had used it on their teenage divers to prepare them for dive, but these pricks were using it for her to live longer as human fish food. It was shocking, and she trembled as the oxygen-enriched blood cleared the fog from her brain. Even with the severe burns to her entire body, she was feeling euphoric with the feeding of her cells with life-giving oxygen.
She was on a super high, induced by the richness of the oxygen in her blood, when at last the thick hose was jerked out of her throat. She now also had a heightened awareness of the horror that faced her. The men had found a new terror for her that revived her ability to suffer horribly.
It was incredible. She was helpless and knew there was to be no mercy for her. It was time for her to die, and with the oxygen the men had assured themselves she would see and feel every shocking second of it, for much longer than without that extra gas in her blood.
Cameras appeared everywhere now. The feast would be filmed from the helicopter in two angles, from two more angles from land, and from another two in the boat. The man who had been piloting the boat had slipped into scuba gear and was now sliding into the water beside the buoy, pulling with him a bulky underwater camera to capture the action beneath the surface.
The men were remarkably thorough, and intended to miss nothing of her final punishment. They were as cold and calculating as machines in their planning and treatment of their captive women, but were producing what was likely to be the hottest violent sex video ever made.
For the first time, Tanya was in a position to notice part of the purpose of the buoy. It supported a large underwater metal diver’s cage which was bolted securely to it, providing a safe vantage point for the diver in the presence of feeding sharks. She began to appreciate with bitter irony how completely this whole thing had been orchestrated by these wealthy young industrialists.
Right from the beginning, when that asshole bartender Jim, who they thought was their friend, sent Caitlin and her over to meet Tom, to the helicopter ride, to that stupid strip dance they had to do, to recruiting the girls from the college campus, to the incredibly violent slaughter of the women.
All of that, right down to the ocean disposal of the bodies of the murdered girls into the bellies of willing fish, these men had everything planned and well under control. There weren’t any surprises for the men; they had orchestrated everything that happened to the young women they’d collected.
This was more of an evil operation than Tanya could have ever dreamed possible. And now the nightmare was happening to her. Hovering now at less than five feet above the water, dangling securely by the steel dildo anchored in her rectum, Tanya was about to meet the fish.
The last evidence of Caitlin’s existence on earth, a light pink tinge in the water near the boat, was rapidly fading as the tide swept the area clean and the water returned to its bright turquoise color. The meaty bitch broth that had been Caitlin had done its job and attracted a swarm of woman-feeders.
The water here was unpolluted and remarkably clear. Tanya could easily make out the dark forms of the sharks, now submerged and swimming in irregular patterns, as if anticipating a feast of live girl. Now she was low enough to make out several other life forms of various sizes, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the main course.
They were ready to feed and were patiently circling, awaiting her submersion into their aquatic universe. This was surreal, and she felt as if she were living in a fucking nightmare. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this level of evil, and now she was to experience her death in the jaws of sea carnivores.
Tanya could feel the spray being kicked up off the surface by the helicopter’s big rotor, and she realized she was only a few feet off the surface. She was breathing heavily, not from need but from terror, and her heart was pounding violently in her chest. She instinctively grabbed one final big breath as she was at last lowered into the water.
She had expected the water would cool her incredible burns, but instead, the salt water bit into the open meat, stinging incredibly. At the same time, it sealed off any light bleeding. Her first thought was the men on shore could now shut down their cameras; as she was now forever out of their range.
Tanya felt an incredible calm, although she wavered from moment to moment on the verge of panic. She was surprised she could still see underwater, although her vision was somewhat blurred until her eyes adjusted to the denser medium. There were more than sharks in the water, in fact, several species of carrion hunters and predators had gathered.
They had been drawn at first to the area by the blood, and then the constant supply of dead women deposited in the ocean throughout the afternoon, and then to this specific spot by the succulent drop-split meat and gore of Caitlin. Now there was something much more interesting lowered into the water.
It was a living carcass, a scorched woman thrashing and wriggling like a stuck fish, with interesting bulges and crevasses everywhere that were found on the most delicious fare the sky had to offer. It was an offering that they had come to expect along this coastline, at this particular bench near the shore, where the water was only forty to fifty feet deep.
The swarm of large meat-eating fish was momentarily distracted by the roar of the big shiny bird in the sky, and they circled the area with caution. It had been here many times before, always at such a special feeding time, as if it too wanted to feed on the succulent offerings, but it never attacked.
Although their experience told them it was not an immediate danger, their instincts warned them to exercise caution. The lack of immediate action gave Tanya the full opportunity to experience the cold salty seawater on every inch of her badly seared body. Salt and burns did not make a good coupling.
A stinging gush of the unforgiving salt water had hit every crack of her charred skin and muscle upon entry, and, and now Tanya watched in abject horror as her outer layer was dissolved by the brine, and bit-by-bit began falling away in black flakes. This had the effect of removing the burned flesh, revealing red muscle.
The saltwater poured into holes where her orifices used to be, surging into the blackened cavity that had once been the vestibule, clitoris, and lips of her delightful vagina, burning the sensitized inner flesh of her womb. Engulfed in the ocean water, Tanya now experienced fire internally as well as externally.
The men could not help but grin as a small, transparent oil slick appeared on the surface above the submerged girl. They thought all of the oil would have burned off, somehow a small slick had remained when the rotors blew out her blaze. Now they realized they were not only disposing of barbecued cunt meat, but also leaving a skim of toxic waste.
Because her subcutaneous body fat had burned off, Tanya did not float but rather remained suspended by the cruel butt-plug at a depth of between five and ten feet, dependent on the long Pacific swells. She beat her arms and legs feebly in an involuntary response to the new pain that penetrated her body everywhere.
To the curious and hungry observers circling her Tanya was giving the appropriate signals of a weakened, defenseless prey, ready for them to begin feasting. They read and understood that ageless message. Her lidless eyes were the one part of her exposed anatomy to benefit from the saline solution.
As her eyes adapted to the clear water, she could see perfectly all around her. Directly in front of her was the last human she would see, the diver in his safety cage. Mark was breathing heavily through the mouthpiece as he aimed his camera at the striking visage of a skin-peeled nude woman in the water before him.
He had taken off his trunks, which floated on a string beside him, attached to his diving belt. His raging penis and balls were enormous, in full rut, and she could see it pulsing as he observed her remarkable skinned shape, sexually aroused with the sight of her suspended extra-naked body with muscles and some of her bones exposed.
He marveled at those beautiful firm tits, bared in a way that no woman would think possible, skinned and dangling as appealing meat for the waiting fish. With her eyelids missing, she looked like she was amazed with her wide-eyed stare. Her piteous look in his direction was met only with the glassy stare of the lens.
The underwater camera recorded her incredible misery and awaited her final torments. Tanya saw the same emotionless expression in the eye of a fifteen-foot shark that cruised close by her. She was now the center of attention for ten men, five cameras, and dozens of savage undersea meat-eating hunters.
It was the barracudas that struck first. Eager to get as many mouthfuls of the most tender meat as possible before the sharks hit with their big ripping teeth, two of the long slender fish with terrible jaws and sharp jagged teeth slipped in behind and beneath the dangling arms of the helpless human female.
When they had crushed the living carcass’ chest, they then tore at the exposed muscle of her belly. Organs and entrails of mammals were a favorite delicacy, and it was clear to the toothy predators that a land animal of this size would have plenty of juicy guts to satisfy their appetites.
The stomach muscles of the badly burned girl parted easily, and as the rare meat was jerked from her, her intestines looped lazily out of the massive hole ripped in her belly. A third barracuda hit. It grabbed a pinkish-white loop of the fat gut and began swimming off with it, dragging it out of her like a cartoon dog stealing sausages from the butcher shop.
The aquatic banquet of human woman had begun, and the various species assumed their role in the food chain. There were no table manners other than nature’s law as the fish fed on Tanya, whose mouth was wide open in a silent scream. Small fish knew to hang on the periphery while the bigger fish tore off a meal, waiting to catch loose scraps that floated free as the larger fish swam by.
If they got too anxious the small fish became part of the banquet. The big fish knew to dive in and tear off as much as possible because there might be nothing left by the time they chewed, swallowed, and returned for more. It was just a matter of grabbing what you can while you can.
Scavenger crabs, mollusks, and sea worms on the sea-bed below could only wait patiently for overlooked fragments of human meat to drift down to their feeding grounds. There were always some succulent morsels that would drop down to reach them, rewarding their patience.
Once the barracuda had struck that first blow to Tanya’s belly, the sharks lost all inhibition and charged in a frightening rush toward the dangling woman. She produced a silent scream into the water as she saw the evil, primordial forms closing in on her with their hideous maws, lined with double rows of their sharp, yellowed teeth agape.
The steel anchor in her rear from which she hung prevented her from making any attempt to escape, and her limbs were useless in defending herself. Her arms and legs were simply more meat for the fish. These sleek aggressive aquatic predators were quick as they snapped with their toothy jaws. Tanya, awake due to the excess oxygen in her blood, could do little to avoid the inevitable.
In fact, her waving limbs provided perfect targets for the sharks, and both arms were promptly chomped off at the shoulders. The salinity of the water was high enough to ensure the rapid closing of severed arteries and veins so that although she colored the water briefly, she was not likely to die prematurely from loss of blood.
Tanya’s solidly planted and cooked-on anus anchor also held her perfectly positioned for the leering cameras. The sparkling clear water made the overhead view from the helicopter ideal. In addition to the camera held by Mark in the underwater cage, a second submersed camera appeared.
This one was lowered on the end of a shaft from the boat. The signal from the new camera fed a monitor in the boat, permitting accurate aiming and remote control of the camera’s remote-controlled zoom lens. The men had left nothing to chance, wanting to capture everything of this mass feeding.
The man in the boat operating the camera was quick to capture the loss of the submerged girl’s arms and got a great close-up shot of one of the sharks chewing and gulping down the last of her severed limbs. Mark’s camera in the shark cage got a terrific close shot of the ball socket where the arm had detached, surrounded by blood-oozing raw meat.
Her legs proved to be more of a challenge, even for the razor-sharp teeth and powerful jaws of the sharks. It would have been easy had the cold killers been satisfied to bite off chunks of meat, which was plentiful on the girl’s shapely skin-stripped legs. These killers wanted it all, and all of it at once.
One large shark seized and gripped her left thigh from the side and attempted to pull it free as he had done with her arm. Another large shark had hit the ankle of her right leg with gaping jaws, and her foot moved down its throat as the mouth moved up toward her spread groin.
Her foot was in its stomach and her leg deep in its throat as it chewed at her hip. Tanya could feel the monster’s soft esophagus on her calf and knee as its sharp teeth slashed her upper leg and buttock meat and ground the large bone of her thigh. While it chewed with sporadic chomps, two other sharks worked on the other leg, taking it from the side.
All three of the monster predators thrashed and jerked their heads, using leverage and ripping power as effectively as they did the power of their jaws to each take away a section of the limb, biting cleanly through the bone, completely removing it from the helpless human female.
As the sharks wrestled and tore at their food, Tanya felt like she was being ripped apart in a savage tug-of-war. She was. The tough flesh separating her anus and vagina tore open in the struggle, making more tenuous the hold of her colon on the steel anchor, and her reproductive organs were now exposed and therefore on the menu.
A bold moray eel, investigating the frantic activity in the clear water above its lair, arrived at precisely the right moment. Swimming brazenly between the leg-eating sharks, it poked its nose into the new enlarged cavity between Tanya’s legs where her now removed cunt had been, and sank its jaws into the succulent meat of her uterus.
The long shiny eel thrashed its limber ten-foot body like a whip, and backed out, tugging its reproductive prize with it. She felt an incredible pain in her lower belly as the connective strands and nerves snapped, freeing the eel’s prize. Her bladder floated out through the enlarged hole between her legs, still attached by its tube to her kidneys.
The cameras got an excellent shot of the expression on Tanya’s face as the eel ripped her gonads free and swam past her head, giving her a view of her reproductive organs, with the ovaries and flopping Fallopian tubes fully exposed. It was priceless shots such as this that made this whole exercise worthwhile.
The shark with her leg down its throat was equally active, and at last, the limb succumbed to the attack and came free to be swallowed whole, along with half the buttock. The shark chewing on her other thigh finally triumphed, and the two moved away, struggling over the severed limb they took with them.
The limbless party girl was now reduced to a largely eviscerated torso and a bald head, all hair long since burned away. Her eyes scanned the scene and her head twitched and turned, amazingly demonstrating the bitch was still alive and alert. Curiously, her firm skinless bulging fatty breasts had yet to be eaten.
The men were astonished and appreciative of the unbridled savagery being inflicted on Tanya’s body by the cooperative denizens of the deep. Although they had variations of this sport every month, the instigators were always amazed at the variety of creatures to show up to feed, and the voraciousness of their violent attacks when presented with a naked human female to feast upon.
Millions of years of evolution had developed these diverse species with the tools and temperament to mercilessly and efficiently attack, kill, and devour any nutritious victim, not necessarily in that order. Killing was never on their agenda, and they were just as pleased if the victim were alive as it was being ripped apart and devoured.
The irony was that they made perfect killing machines, as their victims would never survive the onslaught, although when the largest species attacked, the victim was often swallowed whole, and the death of their dinner occurred only during digestion in their beasts’ stomachs.
The victim’s death was just the natural consequence of their destructive feeding binge. That was consistent with the law of nature. Greed and viciousness were rewarded with survival and domination. The men who arranged this undersea banquet, all of them competitive industrialists, loved it.
After all, the same techniques had put each of them atop the business world. They had that and their destructive hobby in common. The sharks had gone their separate ways with Tanya’s legs and hips, leaving the remains of the dangling limbless torso for the secondary feeders.
The barracudas moved in again and this time sunk their razor-sharp teeth into her tit-meat, belly bacon, and buttocks, tearing and ripping the succulent meat from her. Feeding on the meat of land animals was a rare treat, particularly such a large one, and they were gorging themselves on the warm-blooded female creature.
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Behind the vanguard of barracudas came smaller meat-eating fish. These swarmed in large schools and were capable of cleaning a big animal’s corpse down to the bones in less than half an hour. The fact that they were not yet dealing with a corpse in this case did not appear to trouble them in the least.
Death was not a concept for them, as they didn’t think in concepts, only in recognition and instinct. This meat was now totally defenseless, was fresh because it was alive, and fresh meat was their preference. She felt a stab of pain in her heart at being now nothing but fish food.
Tanya could not believe how alert and aware she remained throughout the vile process of being eaten alive. The crushing agony of the sharks biting through muscle and bone was still registering in her brain, even though her limbs were now lodged in the stomachs of four or five different sharks. Her nerves were working fine, and her brain was screaming at the horrible pain they transmitted.
The sharks had moved too much for her to keep track of her removed limbs. She had seen with horror what the moray eel had done to her when it swam by her face with its prize of her reproductive organs hanging out of its gruesome mouth. Had she not been underwater, she’d have vomited.
Tanya had looked at enough diagrams of female internal plumbing in her gynecologist’s office to understand what the ugly brown creature had taken out of her lower belly for its dinner. Now needle-like teeth were chewing at her every place she still had places, even on her face.
A fish no more than eight inches long evaluated her bulging, defenseless eyeballs, then bit into the right one, exploding it. Tanya was startled there was no pain in the removal of her eye. No nerves were involved. Finding soft flesh, the fish tugged the ruptured orb out of its socket and swallowed it whole.
With her left eye, she could see her right optic nerve stretched out of her head and toward the fish’s comically bulging cheeks. She watched it struggling to pull her captured eyeball free from her head and was startled to see a larger fish come up behind the struggling eyeball thief and swallow it whole.
As she had done earlier with her movements of panic, the fish struggling to detach her eye had signaled it was fair game and paid the ultimate price. The larger fish had no difficulty in jerking the bundle of nerves connected to her eye socket until it snapped, and she felt the recoil inside her head when it broke free from its anchor, whatever that might be.
Tanya wondered when death would finally come to her, and what it would feel like. The large shark that had enjoyed her left arm provided the answer. Having relished the tasty feast of an arm and shoulder, it returned to see what other parts might be left. The other fish scattered as the big hunter loomed toward them.
The shark noted that only one extremity remained, at the lower end, opposite the anus-anchored chain that suspended her from above the water. The largest of all fish evaluated the round ball of fresh meat that was her head at the lower end of the inverted torso, closed its eyes as its mouth opened wide to engulf the orb, then the powerful jaws snapped closed.
The shark jerked and thrashed its entire body, and its efforts ripped through the slender column that connected the strange head to the torso. The killer fish promptly spit the hard ball back out. It was practically all bone. Tanya had watched the shark approach and was outraged by the casualness with which it bit her head off.
The beast had shown no respect or awe for the importance of her head to her, nor for the life it was so casually extinguishing. The monster fish had simply grabbed it and bitten it off to see if it was edible. Tanya could not believe that her last sensation in life would be rejection, as food, by a callous holdover from the Mesozoic era.
The fierce predator moved up and saw the mounds of flesh beside the chain. One was ripped in half, but the other was nearly the size of the head and looked like it was all meat. The shark hit, ripped off the succulent buttock, complete with a flared hip bone, and swam away to enjoy its meal before going off to seek more productive creatures to feast upon.
Her spurned head slowly spun through the water back toward her torso. ‘That’s all that’s left of me?’ she thought, looking at the ragged, bloody mass of heart, lungs, and kidneys still contained in her ripped carcass, tucked in against her ribcage. This entire thing was disgusting!
Almost all of the flesh below her sternum had been nibbled away. Her liver and half of her kidneys were gone, eaten or dragged away, as were all of her viscera. Only strands of meat along her spine connected her upper torso to the bit of colon still caught on the metal anchor.
Her free-floating head struck her partial torso, and that proved to be the last straw. The mostly eaten body that had once been a gorgeous and daring party girl broke free at last from the steel dildo at the end of the chain. She saw the fat, phallic shape of the gleaming shaft, liberated and picked clean except for a browned ring of meat cooked onto it.
She realized that insignificant piece of meat must be her anus. The polished metal of the ring gleamed in the sunlight above her. Her ribs and vertebrae themselves came apart as the pack of small fish returned to devour any remaining tissue, and the white bones fell off one by one and drifted slowly and silently past her face.
They were detached from each other and no longer resembled a human skeleton as they dropped gradually toward the ocean floor. Her head turned gently in the water, unencumbered by a body or the inconvenience of a butt anchor, and she was able to take in the whole scene one last time.
Above the water she could see the helicopter, and could even make out the men leaning out of it to watch the outrageous spectacle live. Still hanging from the aircraft was the heavy chain, now free of its burden, and attached to it was the hideous rod that had held her where they put her.
The terrible device had also very effectively and agonizingly preserved her for one torture after another. No longer weighed down by her body, the steel dildo was splashed by the turbulence of the sea, and in Tanya’s last glimpse of it, the rude instrument stood up proudly like a huge male erection.
Then there was the boat, which had carried Caitlin out for her splashy finale, and whose pilot continued to film her, from the safety of the shark cage. The camera on the pole was still aimed at her head which was slowly sinking. Her eye focused on the diver’s groin, and she could see the massive erection he was sporting.
She watched a creamy fluid extrude in spurts through the piss-hole bulge on the head of the flared glans, and spread in stringy gobs through the water. The bastard was ejaculating! Ya, try to fuck me now! she thought ironically. Well, I guess I could still be good for a fucking blowjob.
Tanya had failed to interpret the visible excitement in the diver’s body language as this last thought ran through her brain. Out of her range of vision, the biggest shark of all was cruising up behind her and nonchalantly dropped its lower jaw to pick up this last titbit before it left the scene.
Her final view of the world came through the framework of a rapidly closing set of shark’s teeth. The animal was big enough to gulp her head down without chewing it, and she slid easily down the soft esophagus, in a swallowing motion she had personally produced several times with her throat whenever she was servicing the thick shaft of men’s penises.
Her right leg was already in the stomach so that when her head arrived her last sensation was a kick in the face by her foot. She was not around to see the men chase away the gulls, and use huge meat-cutting shears to slice through the sides of Adrian and Fern to remove them from the steel spear mounted on the buoy.
Nor did they see the bloody operation of surgically removing the cunts from the two naked female carcasses to preserve them before throwing bodies into the water as more fish food. Their taxidermist liked to work with contraband species, and was a master at making human genitals, male and female, into mounted trophies.
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The men sat back in luxurious seats, their favorite drinks in their hands, their eyes glued to the large high-resolution projection television in the corner. Mark and Jason had been busy downstairs running the film from the slow-motion film cameras through their built-in lab and then transferring it to digital for editing into the extensive video that had been shot in real-time.
They were now relaxing after nearly twenty hours of work in staging and filming the spectacular killings. They would sleep well but first wanted to unwind after their marathon cunt-kill recording session. At the moment they were primarily interested in the extreme slow-motion work. It was outstanding. They started the session by viewing the shot of Adrian and Fern’s direct hit on the buoy-mounted spear.
The vertical shaft had prevented them from bouncing, and the drop had been from an altitude low enough that their bodies and skulls remained intact, although the damage to their heads was evident when the contact was viewed in slow motion. Fern’s skull had collapsed on the back, and Adrian’s face was smashed flat into the hard metal surface of the buoy.
The excellent angle of the shot of jaqi striking the steel buoy and her subsequent explosion and spread of her pulverized meat over the water when the rocket’s warhead went off inside her was dramatic. Although she had hit head first, her body was so compressed before the rocket exploded that her rectum was only eighteen inches from the buoy at the instant of its disintegration.
That detail had not been available to the naked eye, nor would it show up on the normal speed video, as it had happened far too quickly to perceive. That was the value of the incredibly slow-motion film. It allowed for full analysis of the finest details of each catastrophic cunt-death event it captured.
The men had their penises out, and were all now ejaculating with the fulfilment of their incredibly destructive project. Sea birds now covered the carcasses of the two naked cunts impaled on the spear atop the buoy, and within a few hours there would be no evidence of the insanity that had reigned along the California coast.
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Betty raising her hips to take the air-to-air missile into her groin was incredible in slow motion, as was the remarkable rapid and intense burning of her body by the incendiary device in the cherry bomb. The live event had been beautiful, captured by several video cameras, but the super slow-motion version on film was a work of art. Those who bought copies of this incredible video would return to that shot time after time, and wear out the tape watching it.
Mark surprised them with outstanding footage of the drone helicopter’s methodical attack on Carmen as she hung by one leg. He had more than ten minutes of footage showing the suspended nude being cut to pieces with the miniature helicopter’s razor-sharp rotors. It was like a slow-motion ballet, and a study in precision flying. Tom congratulated both Mark and Phil for their fine contribution to the film and the group’s efforts.
The slow-motion footage of Dawna hitting the water was the only disappointment in all of the footage. That shot was less than they had expected because it was partially covered by the crest of an untimely wave. However, Mark had started the camera the moment Carmen had started blasting away at her friend hanging by her hands.
Captured was first-rate coverage of the beautiful co-ed’s head being blown apart. The men knew they had excellent real-time footage of the impact, as well as of the remarkable competition that had preceded her death performance. The boat had moved in quickly and got good covering shots of the headless body floating in the waves.
Most of Edie’s dance on the highly flexible bungee cord had been too mobile to catch with the Super SloMoCam, but Mark had focused on the helicopter when he knew she was going to fly up into the rotors. His experience allowed him to track the big craft as it jerked her upward.
Both of her limb-slicing adventures into the big blades of the whirlybird were well documented but were eclipsed by the spectacular shot he captured of her one arm and legless body’s violent splatter against the belly of the big craft. He knew it was coming, and had prepared well for it.
It was only in this slow-motion shot that it was possible to see the expulsion of gut through her anus and the total inversion of her cunt, blown inside-out by the incredible sudden internal pressure. This was a first-class whack, smashing the bitch like a fly with a fly swatter.
They would pick a choice frame from this sequence for blow-up to use in the newsletter that advertised their incredible videos for sale. The most remarkable footage of all was from a fixed angle when the camera was locked off and aimed at the helipad. It was Caitlin’s split-second performance as her body disintegrated in such a beautiful and dramatic sequence.
The camera angle was perfect, and the voluptuous body of the young party girl responded perfectly to its greeting by the solid slab of concrete, fully documented in intimate detail by the camera. An animator could not have come up with such a clear and flowing sequence as the stunning cunt provided by assuming an upright sitting position for her final approach.
The nude party girl had disintegrated in a symmetrical and logical pattern that only nature, supported by technology, could provide. The result was one of the best naked female destruction shots the men had ever produced. Their SloMoCam made all the difference, capturing the horrific event in stunning detail.
The men were very excited about the consistent quality of the beautiful and lively girls, their wonderfully crafted violent deaths, and the outstanding documentation of the imaginative cunt-killings they had produced. They had grown enormously in their skills since as entrepreneurs.
The men had come together a few years earlier after a stag at which they had viewed several spectacular German and Danish snuff films. They knew they could do better than the amateurish shoot-and-stab material they saw, performed by stiff-assed sadists in ill-fitting black leather.
These guys had been performing their evil in homemade basement dungeons with home-quality cameras and little if any editing. Even those productions with high-quality images featured females with less than-ideal figures, who were either too young, too old, too fat, or too thin for the tastes of real connoisseurs.
Tom and his associates made only top-quality productions, mostly in open-air settings, and of the highest professional quality. They put their remarkably gorgeous naked young women in the most unnatural situations, where there was both excitement and drama to their killings.
There was always some element of sport to the brutal slaughter of the lovely and lively nude maidens, but the men also ensured there was an element of art to the merciless slayings. No other snuff pornographer produced such elegant naked young ladies in such masterful bitch-butchery.
The men watched Tom slide a bookcase aside to reveal their hidden trophy wall. This was the one part of the party room the men did not want to explain to recruits while the excited naked young ladies did their dirty dances to unwittingly warm up for their death performances.
Greg helped Tom slide the rosewood panels and fold them in the recesses provided for that purpose. Revealed was an entire wall of remarkable trophies, each reminding the men of a weekend of fun at which hundreds of naked young cunts, some in their early teens, had performed and involuntarily ended their lives in violent games.
Andy opened a large jar full of a clear liquid and placed it into the bar sink. He lowered Carmen’s severed head into it, and let the displaced liquid flow down the drain, and then he tightly fitted the lid in place. The liquid was a high-tech preservative developed by his company for the aerospace industry.
It had special qualities that would maintain the freshness of her complexion and the ‘live’ appearance of the gorgeous young woman’s face, unblemished by the devastation to the rest of her body that had taken her life. He placed the trophy jar on a shelf containing other such jars containing the preserved heads of beautiful young women from previous events.
On the shelf below it were other jars with preserved breasts, and smaller jars displaying pickled cunts and ladies’ rectums, usually attached as they had been in life. Built into an alcove was a most striking full-size display. Their taxidermist had mounted the full nude body of a young woman, up on her toes with her body braced and bent backward.
Her beautiful face was frozen in a timeless scream. A broadsword had been thrust into her belly and emerged through her back. It was a work of art, but not the kind of thing to be displayed in a museum. The four large steel dildos used for the day of filming, their wearers now dead as the result of their performances, were placed side by side as trophies to mark the success of the day’s filming.
The first name of the four girls who had worn them were engraved in the steel as the only recognition of their existence, and to their contribution to the huge profits the men would enjoy from their marathon bitch-whacking event. Tanya’s rectal ring, cooked onto the metal, was left in place, gripping the metal shaft of the dildo at the point the chain joined its end.
Beside Tanya’s memento, Tom placed the narrower dildo from which Caitlin had slipped, to plunge to her spectacular death. The other two, the one Dawna had slid from before her head was blown away, and the one Carmen had dangled from when she had shot her friend to death, were placed beside the first two.
A place was made for the beautiful cunts the men had retrieved, the only two left intact, clean-shaved sex organs that had belonged to Fern and Adrian, which still had to be mounted. Those six trophies, the film, and the video were all that remained of the nine young ladies who had died so horribly in the cause of meeting the high standards for snuff films the men had set.
The results met and exceeded the expectations of the wealthy industrialists, butchers, and pornographers, who were well satisfied with their quality work. The ten men justifiably took pride in their abilities and were confident they were the best in the world at what they did.
They called themselves the “Helicopter Bitchwhackers,” and they prided themselves in their innovative methods of whacking women. Nobody had ever before made a woman into a living rocket, and none were diabolical enough to use her brain to guide her to a certain spectacular death.
From time to time people were killed in horrible accidents around helicopters, decapitated with the whirling blades, but nobody had ever before used a helicopter as a weapon to make a slice-and-dice movie, particularly integrating the rebound and stretching qualities of the bungee cord.
When they whacked a bitch they did so with style, with unmatched variations of violence and an intelligent combination of raw and refined brutality. In the violent snuff game, these men who called themselves the Helicopter Bitchwhackers were the best. Their heinous acts were easily as vile as any in the Turkish torture dens.
Their next two weekends would be busy for the ten hobby snuff pornographers. They would spend them editing the volumes of material they had recorded this weekend, making as many as six high-quality twenty-minute snuff films for sale of copies at up to $150,000 each.
They also produced full-length feature films of young women dying spectacular deaths. These were never put online but were distributed through a highly secret network of snuff film theaters in Arab countries and in Southeast East Asia, where there was a ready audience for such fare.
They had made several such feature films for the four private theatres in far-flung corners of the world where such films were shown to audiences willing and able to pay up to one thousand dollars to spend two hours in a darkened theater watching up to fifteen naked ladies and teens being whacked, with each violent cunt-killing documented in immaculate detail in sparkling color.
It took special customers to enjoy such movies, and special theaters to cater to their tastes for such excess. It also took a special kind of pornographer to produce the material these mobile and highly secret theaters required to satisfy the lust of their clients, and these ten men were truly special.
At last, the men went off to bed, ready to sleep a full twelve hours after the excitement of a day of what others might view as monstrous murders, but which they saw as a productive and satisfying session of the hardest core pornographic movie-making. They had not slept in thirty-six hours, as they preferred to do their work in a single continuous session.
They were both satisfied and very tired and were ready for a well-earned rest before heading back to the city and a week of work as the captains of industry. Before they said good night, they agreed their next subjects would be the dozen gorgeous young miniskirted waitresses at the Cafe Inferno.
These talented cunts wore no panties under their very short skirts, and they used their talented pussies to snatch up tips from the tables. Those lovely young cunts were very well paid to work out daily and were in excellent shape. They would put on fine performances in what would be heroic but futile attempts to survive the unspeakable horrors the men would provide for them.
The owner of the club would find it tough going when he lost his entire stable of special cunts in a single night, but he was a resourceful recruiter, and on his desk was a pile of current applications for work by lovely young ladies eager to strut their stuff for the generous pay and tips available at the club.
Gorgeous well-built girls who had their prize were always easy to find, and he would enjoy the challenge of training them to use their genitals to pick up tips from the tables. Their motivation to learn was that they got to keep the generous tips, which were often “C” notes. Educating cunts was tough work, but somebody had to do it.
The men also had some special ideas for inventive new ways to deal with the fabulous bodies of those beautiful young ladies from the club. Steve had already begun work on a pair of large angel’s wings to attach to the back of one of the gorgeous cunts to prepare her for a mile-high drop.
The wings would give her some minor gliding capability, making her point of impact less predictable, and would slow her rate of descent from one hundred and twenty to about eighty-five miles per hour. The headless cunt Dawna who had dropped from two hundred feet had reached a speed of sixty-five miles per hour.
That speed turned out to be sufficient to split her belly wide open when she hit the water, and if this falling cunt of an angel were able to hit dry land, she would make a spectacular mess of herself for the cameras. The Slomocam always made explosive hits worth the time to watch repeatedly afterward.
They knew there were still hundreds of exciting possibilities with their creative helicopter sport, and they had dedicated the time and energy to explore them all. Their penises were tired from being in a constant state of erection and attention from the persistent grip of their pumping fists during the debauchery of the day.
They were experienced cocks, and would recover during the week for the tasks that lay ahead. It was tough work, but they reasoned somebody had to do it. Having been killing cunts in creative ways for several years now, the men were confident their ready erections would be up for it.
As they flew in close over the mess for a final look, the wealthy entrepreneurs all had their stiff penises out, and in unison were ejaculating with the fulfillment of their incredibly destructive project. Sea birds that had converged on the human waste-loaded water around the buoy flew off in a panic, but as the helicopter left, they returned. Within a few hours, there would be no remaining evidence of the insanity that had reigned along the California coast.
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