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Nicole starts to swim away lazily to avoid attracting attention. You follow her trying to match her pace. But before you reach the curve that will lead you to the outside, you hear the boat’s engine ignite.

In no time, the boat overtakes you and stops in your way.

“Ladies,” the skipper says while looking at you two, over the guardrail, “need a lift?”

“No, no we’re fine, we just wanted to swim in the ocean for a bit,” you answer innocently.

From the corner of your eye, you see Nicole desperately swimming away as fast as she can.

“I am afraid that is not possible, the current is very strong out there and you would be crushed against the cliffs in no time... You would not want that, am I correct?”

“No, I guess not...”

“Does your friend not understand english?” He asks you with a very nasty tone looking at Nicole.

“I...”

You want to say something but the second sailor interrupts you by jumping off the boat to catch Nicole.

“Come here, I do not want to have to jump after you myself.”

The tone is even more imperative, you look back up and freeze. The skipper now displays the same nightmarish facial features the second crewman had when you Jumped into the water. Fangs, red eyes, pointy ears, definitely not human. You try to swim away in a panic.

“Too bad...”

What feels like a ton of bricks falls on your back dragging you deep into the water. The seafloor rushes towards you. Your head hits a rock. The world around you turns to darkness.

***

You wake up vomiting water on the deck of the boat. The skipper is looking overboard and is pulling something in. An **** Nicole is thrown by your side.

The two monsters do not pay attention to you.

“Is that...?” The skipper asks while looking at Nicole.

“I think it is,” the second sailor answers as he jumps back in the boat.

“Fuck me, mistress Mina is going to be so happy!”

“I’m starving. I didn’t have anything since that blonde I had for breakfast.”

“Yeah me too, you can have the friend and I’ll take us back back for the others, no sipping on a delicious neck by the beach for us today. Let’s wrap this up.”

The second crewman kneels by your side. He grabs your hair.

“Open your mouth!” He orders.

Absolutely terrified, you obey. He clears his throat and lets a string of saliva fall from his tongue into your mouth. At the last second, you manage to close it, leaving most of the cold spittle out, slowly sliding along your lips.

A few droplets have managed to get inside, you try to spit them out but the creature forces the rest of the phlegm past your sealed lips with a finger. You want to throw up but a warm tingling starts spreading from your mouth.

“Now, now, this will smoothen what’s to come,” he says with an evil smile.

He wraps a finger around your drenched thong and pulls. The piece of lingerie snaps. The cord digging in your skin hurts but you do not care as the tingling feeling has spread to your whole body and has turned into the most amazingly delicious pleasure.

You grab his hand and **** his fingers inside of you. Your flower gasps of satisfaction. The rough thick fingers of the professional sailor slide into your hole. You tense and relax as a wonderful orgasm rides your body.

“Here we go, an eager participant,” he says bending over and driving his fangs into your neck.

The sharp teeth dig into your flesh. The pain is almost tolerable. The pleasure is almost unbearable. A long orgasmic scream of agony resonates all over the cave.

As the second sailor avidly sucks on your neck, through your tear covered eyes, you watch the skipper tying Nicole with a rope, walking to the helm and stirring the boat back to the unsuspecting swimmers.

You die in blissful ecstasy.

***

When you wake up, you are under a large tarp, the sun is hitting hard and you do not like that. You sneak a peak outside but the light burns you and you have to retreat under the thick rough fabric. Apparently, the boat is back in open sea. You lay back waiting.

Suddenly you feel something moving behind you, you grope behind your back and find a tit. You grope a bit more, an ankle, a calf, a thigh, a pussy. Wet and cold, you stick a finger inside eliciting a faint moan from its owner. You push the tarp up and realize that you are laying on a pile of corpses. A Latina, chubby but quite appetizing is looking back at you with her deep red eyes.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” you reply.

“That is my cunt.”

“Sorry...”

“Don’t be...”

A large shadow covers you all. You have another look outside. The boat is now in the shadow of the Caron. You stir and step out. The skipper throws you a bottle of sunblock.

“This might come in handy.”

You thank him and start applying some of the cream on your body.

Soon the boat reaches the small staircase on the flank of the sea behemoth.

“Brothers and sisters, welcome aboard the Caron. Our business is your pleasure. Go spread the love!”

You step out and start climbing up with one last look at Nicole and your life. Your former friend is still ****, the skipper throws her above his shoulder.

Above you, the boat is teeming with life. Time to have some fun.

Alas, fun is short lived. Not half an hour later, as you are looming over the carcass of your first victim, you receive a command from this mistress you never met. The command is simple: kill yourself.

You have little options but to obey. You die in the blazing fire of the midday sun. Somehow you find this unfair.