NIGHT SHIFT
By Kandor



	Mohamid, the ship's lookout, couldn't believe what he was seeing in his 
binoculars: A beautiful, blonde-haired woman bobbing in the ocean in a tiny 
raft. He blinked, wiped his eyes, looked again. She was waving to him, 
practically naked, in a tiny bikini. He signalled the bridge, and the ship 
turned toward her.
	Alecia climbed easily up the ship's rope ladder when the vessel pulled up 
alongside her raft. Smiling, she drank in the stares and foreign-tongued 
babbling of the ship's crew as the captain approached.
	"What are you doing out here, so beautiful a young woman," he said in a 
deep accent.
	"My yacht was destroyed in a storm," she said, batting her eyes at him. "I 
was the only one left."
	The captain put his arm around her and escorted her to a vacant cabin.
	"You will stay with us, my lady," he growled, twirling a greasy moustache 
in his fat fingers. "Anything you want will be yours...and anything I want - is 
usually mine!"
	She laughed and slipped her hand down to his crotch, squeezing his nuts.
	"Mmmm, I've been on that raft too long," she hissed. "Give me some time to 
rest and clean up. Later, tonight. You'll be in your cabin?"
	He nodded furiously. She slipped into her cabin and pushed her fingers 
into her pussy, coming out with a tiny transmitter and microphone. She spoke 
into it.
	"All set," she said quietly to headquarters. "It's a go for tonight. Pick 
me up at 2300 hours."
	Long after dark settled on the ship full of terrorists, Alecia stole from 
her cabin, wearing a tiny pair of shorts fashioned from clothes she'd found. She 
wore a bandeloro of ammunition she'd found, the hard leather a perfect contrast 
to her soft skin. She'd asked the captain at dinner how many men were aboard 
ship, he'd said 20, and that they'd been at sea for 2 months. She smiled. She 
would use their horniness against them.
	She first approached the lookout, the same man who'd spotted Alecia 
earlier in the day. He smiled widely, unable to understand English but knowing 
what she meant as Alecia licked her lips and looked at his thickening crotch. 
She laughed, and knelt before him, pulling out his huge cock. She jerked the 
throbbing stem in her small, warm hand, completely relaxing him.
	He didn't know what happened until he looked up and saw her standing 
there, his cock in her teeth, the bloody stump of it hanging out before her, 
dripping blood onto the deck with a spatter. His eyes sprang open and he looked 
down to see a jet of red spurt from where his dick had been. She had put the 
head of his cock in her mouth and with one clean sweep of a knife - his knife 
she'd taken from his belt - she'd castrated him. With a smile, she spit the cock 
over the side where sharks converged on it, thrashing in the bloody brine.
	"You should never lose your head over a woman," she shrugged, slashing his 
throat with one swipe before he could let out a scream. He fell dead at her 
feet.
	She moved to the bridge; two men were there and predictably, they ignored 
their ship-driving duties when they saw her. She moved toward them slowly, 
smiling, and without warning leaped from a dead stop to paste their mouths with 
a brutal kick from her feet. They crashed back onto the ship's console and fell 
to the floor, stunned. Smiling, Alecia walked up to them and flattened the first 
with a spinning side kick, and the other with a brutal heel smash to the mouth. 
They lay flat on their backs, side by side, moaning and unable to move.
	"Good positioning, boys, thanks!" she growled, grabbing an overhead bar 
used in rough seas by sailors hanging on for balance, lifting herself up and 
then slamming her naked feet down squarely into their balls.
	The pain was so sharp and sudden, they couldn't scream, they only opened 
their mouths in silent agony. Alecia grit her teeth and twisted, grinding her 
heels into their nuts, mashing them and hearing them explode in bloody pulps 
inside their pants. As the men started to pass out, she took their knives from 
their belts and sliced the tips into their genitals, through their trousers, 
impaling their cock and balls and nailing them to the deck below. She strode off 
the bridge, knowing the moaning men would be dead in less than a minute.
	She was a wandering killing machine now. She'd encounter a stray sailor on 
deck and grab the rail, swing her pretty feet up and at him, smash his mouth 
free of his teeth and then boot him overboard. One by one, she was killing the 
entire crew, some with quick dispatch, some with slow torture - like the cook.
	She found him next to a huge grill, preparing bacon for the next day's 
breakfast. After slowly seducing him and taking his cock out, she grabbed a 
strip of red-hot frying bacon, dripping with fat, and wrapped it around his dick 
and nuts before he could react. As he tried to scream, she leaped up to grab an 
overhead bar and scissored his neck in her ankles.
	"Hey, lard ass, let's see how the fat really fries!!" she giggled.
	She pushed him backwards until his naked ass landed squarely on the grill. 
He tried to scream but Alecia had jammed a sexy foot all the way down his 
throat, her toenails ripping his tonsils as his body jiggled and twitched in 
searing pain as the hot metal of the grill blistered the flesh of his ass. With 
her other foot now, she slammed it down between his legs and plastered his 
hanging nuts and still stiff cock onto the grill, frying his genitals to a 
bubbling mass of pus and raw meat. He tried to pull himself free, but the flesh 
of his ass and nuts stuck him to the grill, and with one foot jammed in his 
throat, he could only sit, fry - and die.
	Moving on and leaving the sizzling cook dead on his grill, she found more 
men, one at a time or two, three together, killing them all, usually with her 
feet. She would leap high in the air, often exploding their eyeballs with her 
sharp toes and then taking advantage of their blindness to slay them. One clean 
kill came when she leaped off the second deck to the first - and squarely into 
the face of a terrorist who looked up just in time to see her naked feet crush 
his face. The impact snapped his neck, severed his spine, drove his eyeballs 
into his skull and broke every bone in his head. She smiled standing atop the 
dead man's face.
	"Mmmm, I love the feel of a squishy head under my feet," she growled. 
"Feels like ...victory!!"
	All were dead, except for the greasy captain. She went to his cabin, bid 
him to come outside. He smiled and obeyed. She walked with him around the ship, 
and one by one, they found the dead men, those she hadn't rolled overboard to 
the sharks. He ran now, from one to the next, stunned by what he was seeing. She 
feigned shock as well.
	"Wha...what is this!!" he screamed. "Who did this!!?!?!"
	"Oh, captain, captain, I am so frightened, hold me!" she squealed, 
throwing herself into his arms, rubbing her thigh into his crotch.
	His anger dissipated as she felt her way into his nutbag with her hand, 
stiffening his cock, making him forget he had a dead crew scattered about the 
ship. She was on her knees now, taking his cock out, sucking him into her mouth, 
elongating his thick prong to its full 9 inches, gobbing him up and down making 
sure he was ready. As he moaned and was about to come, Alecia slipped a round of 
ammo from her belt and aimed the pointed tip where she wanted it.
	He started to come and then felt extreme pain. Looking down in terror, he 
saw Alecia hammering the round of ammunition into the head of his cock, stopping 
the orgasm in its tracks. She jammed the bullet deep into the tiny hole of his 
prick head, using a nearby dead soldier's shoe to hammer it in deep until the 
fleshy tip covered it up and it was halfway into his stick stem. He screamed in 
agony, his body trembling.
	"Oh, did you wanna get off?" she giggled. "OK, see if this does it!!"
	He couldn't move from the pain and the terror, couldn't stop her from 
slipping the ice pick she'd taken from the kitchen into the head of his cock 
until the sharp point rested on the casing, couldn't stop her from raising  the 
boot of the soldier up like a hammer and aiming it at the handle of the pick.
	"Look at it this way," she laughed. "You're going out with a bang!"
	She slammed the shoe onto the handle, the tip of the pick sliced into the 
bullet and it blasted off, the pointy led shredding his urethra and exploding 
his nuts as it tore through his lower abdomen, tearing him wide open. He fell to 
the deck and watched his insides pour out the place his cock and nuts used to 
be, and slowly died.
	The ship pulled up at 2300. Alecia climbed down the rope and away from 
another mission.