For the final display leading up to the main event, three rings 
were quickly set up.  The arena was darkened, and bright spotlights 
illuminated selected areas.  The ringmaster drew his pistol and fired 
it into the air.  A pair of women in red capes entere 

   When they had completed the circuit, they stood back to back in 
the center ring, facing either side, and in a grand gesture, swept 
open their capes.  The audience cheered the sight they revealed: they 
were stark naked beneath the robes, and both bitches They then 
released them at the same time, so that they swung rapidly toward 
each other, and their big bellies hit each other with a sickening 
thump.  The girls screamed at the unexpected rough treatment, and 
they were once again pulled wide apart.  This time when they swung 
together they raised their legs in an attempt to protect themselves, 
and the result was that their gorgeous lean legs acted as battering 
rams, their boots driving deep into the other's grotesquely swollen 
belly.  

   As this belly-battering continued, a voluptuous woman dressed in 
the feathers of and leathers of a wild Indian was tied up in the 
middle of the ring nearest the bow of the ship.  Two well-tanned men 
in Indian costumes rode horses that circled the ring, and as they 
circled the strung-up bitch, they strung their bows and began 
shooting arrows at her.  They began with near misses, then caught her 
limbs, being careful to minimize the damage.  As the act progressed, 
they showed their true marksmanship by sinking their arrows into her 
ample meat, catching her breasts and her belly, without striking any 
of her vital organs.  

   The ringmaster fired another shot in the air, and a statuesque 
girl that everyone immediately recognized as the bartender from the A 
deck lounge appeared, her wrists and ankles manacled with heavy 
chains.  She was paraded around the arena as the others had been, 
then she was taken to the stern end circus ring.  The ringmaster 
introduce Patricia, a seventeen year old they had all got to know 
during the past week by frequenting her bar.  Regular clients knew 
her as the cheery and carefree bartender who had never uncovered her 
impressive breasts in the six months she had worked on board this 
nefarious ship.  She had, the ringmaster explained, begun in the past 
three weeks stealing things from the rooms of other female workers, 
and was about to receive her just punishment.  The audience was fully 
aware of how heavy the hand of justice could be on this ship, and 
they were not about to be disappointed.  

   The two clowns not working with the pregnant girls at center ring 
dragged in a large cross made of heavy beams, and erected it in the 
middle of the ring.  Then they brought forward a cart and a step 
ladder.  One of the clowns climbed the ladder, and the other lifted 
the gorgeous bartender up to him.  She was placed against the heinous 
but simple device facing the vertical beam, and she laid her arms 
over the cross beam to support herself as the clown released her.  
The other clown climbed onto the cart to assist, and passed up a 
heavy sledge hammer and a sixteen inch long spike.  The terrified 
girl's large breasts embraced the large vertical beam just below the 
cross beam, and the clown on the ladder delighted the audience by 
driving the huge spike through the side of her breast, and right on 
through, nailing the bulging mammary to the cross.  His accomplice 
reached up and drove a second spike through the other breast on the 
other side of the beam, attaching it to the cross in the same 
fashion.  

   The third and fourth spikes went down into the top of the cross 
beam, driven through her upper arms.  Then her shoes were removed, 
and with the top of one resting against the sole of the other, a 
single spike was driven through each and on into the vertical beam.  
Her chin rested against the top of the vertical beam, and with her 
screaming mouth held open, a spike was driven down under her tongue 
and into the top of the post.  

   Four more spikes were driven through her calves and upper legs 
into the sides of the vertical beam.  Another was angled through her 
anus, emerging above her pubic mound, and it also was driven home 
into the sturdy post, anchoring her impressive butt to the cross.  
Her sensuous squirming was now severely restricted by the heinous 
spikes.  

   Now that the young buxom bitch was securely spiked to the sturdy 
cross, the clowns became more creative, driving the long spikes into 
and though other parts of her body, demonstrating the same level of 
skill as the marksmen on horseback at the other end of the ship, who 
were piercing the squirming torso of their human female target 
regularly without striking any of her vital organs.  The voluptuous 
bitch was as mobile as her bindings would allow.  She twisted around 
and writhed for the full enjoyment of the audience as she took arrows 
into her big boobs, buttocks and her tightly stretched tummy.  A pair 
of arrows found her lower belly at the same time, and she responded 
by pissing golden urine that turned red as the internal damage found 
her bladder.  Amazingly, she took several shots in the back which 
missed her kidneys, spine and lungs.  

   The ringmaster introduced the ship's mascot, the captain's dog.  
It was a large Great Dane, a massive beige coated beast with an 
enormous dong swinging between its legs.  Riding on its back was a--
near-naked ten year old girl, who was having the time of her life as 
the huge dog bounded around the ring.  Then she saw the events being 
featured in each ring.  

   On command, the dog moved over to the ringmaster, and he lifted 
the screaming girl off the animal's back.  He placed the distressed 
child over a bench, face up, and bound her wrists and ankles in 
place.  She lay, stark naked and screaming, as the huge dog licked 
her immature little cunnie with its large wet tongue, then the hound 
reared up and climbed over her.  It's monstrous penis quickly found 
her hairless little slit, and with remarkable skill, the beast worked 
the head of the wet organ into the girl's .  The pressure of the 
rigid shaft thrusting against her little hymen was irresistible, and 
with a series of rapid lunges, the dog's dong burst through, ending 
the pretty little lady's virginity.  Her ruby blood spurted from 
around the invading canine penis as the beast drove home its big 
cock.  With the huge dog's thick long shaft pistoning into the 
screaming child and it massive balls slapping against her ass, the 
bestial fucking was under way.  

   With the other acts well under way, the whole audience's attention 
was attracted back to the center ring by blood gushing down the inner 
thighs of the swinging pregnant bitches.  Both had broken the other's 
waterbag, both were experiencing frequent labor pains, and birthing 
by both of the young ladies was imminent.  The clowns were now 
pulling the girls twenty-five feet apart, so that they were now 
hitting each other at a closing speed of thirty miles per hour.  The 
results were startling.  They raised their legs as the closed on each 
other, and twisted to position themselves to get the other while 
avoiding the kicking female boots attacking them.  They were both 
bruised and bleeding from their big battered boobs and from the 
vicious blows to their damaged exposed naked crotches.  Shrill 
screeching screams filled the arena each time the bitches were swung 
together.  

   They had both learned early in the contest the damaging capability 
of the spike heels on their boots, and both had applied this 
knowledge with a vengeance.  The girl wearing the white boots managed 
to kick the toe of her boot so hard that it entered the other's cunt 
and stuck, with the heel jammed deep into her opponent's anus.  This 
gave the girl with black boots a distinct advantage, because they 
while were held together and in ideal kicking range with the jammed 
foot, Black Boots had both of her legs free while White Boots had 
just one leg with which she could inflict damage on her foe.  

   Black Boots flailed at the large belly of her opponent, and she 
developed the tactic of stabbing the spike heels into the bitch's 
cunt and lower belly, with telling effect.  The vicious weapons dug 
into the exposed tender meat three or four inches with each kick, 
piercing the girl mercilessly, leaving blood-spurting stab wounds 
with each savage kick.  The best the other girl could do was to 
scrape the other's buttocks with her free foot, and when she finally 
managed to jerk her other foot free, it was at the of the cost of her 
boot, which remained firmly lodged in the battered cunt.  Her bare 
foot could not inflict half the damage a boot could, but there was 
one advantage gained.  The cunt blocked with the jammed boot would 
not be able to give birth to the baby, and the mother would be under 
extreme duress because of it.  

   The full effect of the forceful blows that each of the girls had 
inflicted on each other and endured were now telling.  White Boots' 
bleeding cunt spread, and the dark top of her infants head showed in 
the enlarged opening.  As she squirmed in her agony, the entire head 
emerged.  Black Boots was not so fortunate.  She screamed and kicked 
in desperation as her baby, forced down her birthing canal by the 
severity of the action, was stopped by the boot jammed in her vagina 
and rectum.  

   The two were pulled wide apart again, and then released to swing 
at each other, resuming the severe belly battering contest.  In this 
forced birthing competition, each of the beautiful participants had 
gone far beyond the limits of defending herself from the battering by 
the other.  The damage had been so hurtful that they were now 
actively retaliating, and doing all the damage they could to their 
opponent.  

   Now that White Boots' baby was in sight, the small head protruding 
obscenely from its mother's cunt became a prime target for the 
viciously kicking black boots, and the infant was given a severe 
concussion before its shoulders had emerged.  White Boots attempted 
to twist away on the next swing, but she instinctively raised her 
gorgeous legs to protect herself, and Black Boots got a heel into the 
mouth of the screaming emerging infant.  The kick was so powerful 
that the heel emerged under the new child's chin, and as they began 
to swing away again, the heel remained jammed in the baby's jawbone.  

   She jerked desperately, assisted by the hysterically frantic 
twisting of the mother, and White Boots' gripping cunt began to lose 
its hold on the emerging infant, accelerating the birthing process.  
The baby was jerked by the heel through its jaw, and it slipped 
quickly out of the cunt of White Boots, like a piglet sliding down a 
greased chute.  

   The positioning of the infant pressing down inside the womb of 
Black Boots caused a gradual spreading of her vagina, loosening its 
grip on the offending boot, and her frantic squirming and desperate 
kicking slowly eased her anus grip on the jammed boot's heel.  At 
last the boot dropped, and as she was swung once more against the 
body of her enemy she took a direct blow to her swollen belly.  The 
force of the blow was so great that the sprog spit out of her like a 
ball shot from a canon.  The long umbilical cord stretched out behind 
the ejected baby, looking like a streamer or a pink and white strip 
of ribbon.  

   The party was rolling, and the audience was now ready for the main 
event.  All that remained was to dispatch the bitches still in the 
arena, all of whom had miraculously remained alive.  The four clowns 
each retrieved a six foot long tent pole.  These three inch thick 
wooden shafts had a sharpened end, and had been sanded smooth.  The 
poles' points were directed into the rectum of the arrow-filled and 
crucified bitches, and into the distended vagina of each of the new 
mothers.  

   The four men worked simultaneously, thrusting the thick poles 
forcefully up into inner workings of the tortured torsos of the naked 
women, impaling them alive.  The men demonstrated their strength and 
skill as they lunged and guided the thick poles through their 
helpless female victims.  The audience cheered as the bloodied tips 
of the shafts emerged from the gaping mouths of the naked bitches.  
The clowns heaved on the poles once more, and they slid further into 
the four nude female carcasses until about a foot and a half stuck 
out of either end of the dead bitches.  

   The Great Dane had long since shot its load of spunk into the 
bleeding cuntlet of the little girl, and the huge lump at the base of 
the monstrous prick had kept it locked inside her.  At last the beast 
pulled free.  The ringmaster walked calmly over to the girl, drew his 
revolver, and thrust the cold muzzle of the 45 into her bleeding 
cuntlet.  Giving a few seconds for breathlessly watching audience to 
grasp the full effect, he amazed them by pulling the trigger three 
times, blasting the large slugs up through the naked torso of the 
child.  The impaled bodies were cut down and dragged out of the 
arena, and the rings and implements were removed.  The ship's 
infamous death-pit was ready for the main event of the cruise.  

   Now it was time for Charlotte to perform.  She had not been 
rehearsed, and had no idea what she was to do.  The arena was dark as 
she was thrust out through the holding door.  Suddenly a hot beam 
from a spotlight caught her, then two more, so that she was lit from 
three sides.  She had gone down on all fours as she had entered, as 
she had been so well trained to do, and the bright circles of light 
revealed her incredibly feline femininity.  Her deep brown tattoo 
marks stood out boldly, as did her painted and flared pussy lips.  

   Her tail, extending from the huge plug thrust into her anus, stood 
up proudly, and she crept forward on the blood-stained sand-covered 
floor of the pit like a great hunter, which was the only thing she 
could think of to do her small pool of light in the stark darkness of 
the arena.  

   As she moved, slinking with all the grace of a cat, she was 
suddenly aware of the silence from the darkened stands.  She knew 
that they were filled with observers, and was impressed that she was 
so good she could captivate the imagination of this debauched 
gathering of lechers.  Her confidence grew as she realized the power 
she had over the crowd.  Clearly they were captivated by her grace 
and her magnificence.  She knew she was the best physical specimen 
aboard the cruise ship, and she basked in the glory of the silent 
tribute the audience was paying to her.  

   As she moved across the expanse of sand, the glare of the lights 
striking her kept her eyes from adjusting to the pitch black of the 
arena.  Another of her senses caught her attention.  It was a faint 
pungent smell she had noticed once before, and she struggled to 
identify it.  A deep rattle, as if from the ship's great engines, but 
somewhat closer, caused her to stop in her tracks.  She remained 
motionless, the hair on the back of her neck bristling as her mind 
gradually drew the scent and sound together.  

   Suddenly the sound was there again, much closer this time, and she 
felt a sudden cold sweat.  She remembered the smell.  She had first 
encountered that disquieting odor at the Cincinnati Zoo.  She had 
experienced it again as a teenager sneaking between the animal 
trailers at the circus.  Most recently she had smelled it on board 
this ship, when she had last heard that sound.  She had been with 
Tony in the ship's large hold learning to screech like a cat, and 
they had passed by the animal holding pens.  They had rounded a 
corner and she had been face to face, through strong bars, with a 
huge Indian Tiger.  

   The thick tail plug filling her colon prevented Charlotte from 
shitting herself, but the urge to defecate out of cold fear was 
compelling.  Large female cats are renown for their ability to 
urinate great It is not uncommon for circus cats to shoot a jet of 
spray into a cage four yards away.  Charlotte proved her worth as a 
human tigress as she spurted a steady stream of her hot piss upward 
from her elevated cunt through the beam of the spotlights, driven by 
her stark fear.  

   Now the sound was unmistakable as the tiger growled again, more 
aggressively this time, and much closer to the naked female human in 
the spotlight.  Suddenly it head entered the beam of the light, and 
Charlotte screeched out in relief.  It was the large male, a tame cat 
that was used in several of the erotic shows in the ship's many small 
sex theaters.  She reached forward, and put her arm around the 
animal's neck.  

   The big cat responded by licking her tattooed belly and breasts 
with a show of affection.  The tender feeling of its warm tongue was 
followed by a coolness as its saliva dried.  She could smell the 
thick mustiness of its breath, and her eyes bulged at the close-up 
view of the animal's yellowed teeth.  This middle aged tiger was well 
known to like playing with naked women.  He was tame, and as safe as 
a house cat.  Charlotte climbed up onto its back, sat upright, and 
rode triumphantly around the large arena on the animal's back.  She 
felt the sensual rub of its soft coat against her bare vagina, and 
then through the short soft hair she felt the powerful muscles 
shifting against her hot cunt.  As her vaginal juices started to 
flow, she dampened the broad back upon which she rode.  This was 
exciting.  Charlotte felt like the queen of the ship at the moment.  

   She heard the audience now, as they murmured to each other, and 
encouraged her bold performance.  She leaned back on the beast, 
thrusting her bare vagina forward, and squeezing her shoulders so 
that her large breasts bulged impressively.  The big cat walked 
steadily, used to this kind of movement on its back.  

   The sight of this remarkable tattooed nude they had all become 
accustomed to over the past week of the cruise, bizarrely 
masquerading as a tiger, now riding obscenely on the back of a real 
jungle cat, was as erotic as anything any of the jaded crowd of 
spectators had ever seen.  She was truly magnificent, as was the 
beast, and the contrast between the two caused erections to dribble 
and vaginas to sweat throughout the packed arena.  

   Charlotte moved up onto her knees, and held her arms out, then one 
leg, and finally she felt the confidence to stand up tall on the 
broad back of the jungle beast.  She liked the attention that the big 
spotlights brought, but she wished that they would allow her to see.  
The crowd in the stand let her know they were there and appreciated 
her performance.  From somewhere in the darkness she heard the 
ringmaster's shrill whistle, and suddenly the cat beneath her 
unexpectedly bolted to one side, causing her to crash to the arena's 
sand floor.  The spotlights stayed on her, and she felt the dreaded 
fear return.  

   She heard the growl again, but this time it was different.  This 
time it was a lighter, though somehow more aggressive sound.  
Suddenly there was the echoing snap of two new spotlights coming on, 
and in an instant glare they lit a tiger stalking her.  This one was 
not the friendly male.  It was a smaller female, with a true killer 
glint in its eye.  This animal would not provide a mount for her.  

   Now she was so frightened that she was able to shit out the thick 
plug that had filled her colon and had firmly anchored her striped 
tiger tail.  The crowd gasped with real surprise at the size of the 
thick tail plug that emerged.  Her tail fell to the floor, discarded 
by her stressed colon.  The crude display of her talented anus 
continued as she ejected four sturdy turds.  The dark brown offal 
logs rolled and were quickly coated in the arena's blood-stained 
kitty litter, and to complement the discharge, she let loose again a 
streaming jet of urine.  

   This was not play-school.  This was the notorious death-pit arena, 
and she was starring in the main event.  Charlotte had somehow 
blocked this fact from her mind as she had entered the arena, but now 
there was no question remaining in her mind.  She was dead bitch 
meat.  She knew with certainty she would not be allowed by the 
ringmaster to leave the arena alive.  She was here to be hunted, 
brought down and torn to pieces, alive, by these carnivorous 
killers.  Tony had created Charlotte the Cat to be nothing more than 
live bait, to die as human catfood.  The gorgeous woman was going to 
make a delectable morsel for the big cats, and would satisfy their 
feeding needs for the next several days.  There was little chance the 
tattoo artist would get much of this beautiful hide to salvage.  

   Now the level of the lights in the arena was gradually brought up, 
so that everyone could see the entire area.  There was no longer any 
need to hide the cats from the girl.  The female cat slowly circled 
her, and the male joined into the exciting cunt-hunt.  They were on 
opposite sides of her, a common tactic which meant she could watch 
only one of them at a time.  It was a clever game, and worked every 
time.  

   Charlotte recognized, even in her state of near shock at her 
desperate situation, that the male was merely a decoy, and did not 
represent a threat.  Had she not safely climbed onto his back and 
ridden him around the large arena?  Had she not allowed him to lick 
her pussy, her tummy and her breasts with his large warm tongue?  A 
sudden chill ran up her spine as she remembered the size of those 
yellowed fangs, and the repugnant odor of its breath.  She felt 
totally vulnerable.  

   The male growled, and moved closer.  Charlotte reversed her field, 
and attempted to move out from between them.  The big cats 
effortlessly shifted, keeping her between them.  She saw no avenue of 
escape.  Suddenly, in a totally unreasoned panic move, she sprung to 
her feet, and ran upright toward the far end of the arena.  She hit 
the far wall, attempting in vain to climb the rough surface, which 
was designed to encourage but make impossible such desperate 
attempts.  

   Now the best she could produce in terror from her puckered anus 
was a thin string of little turds, which were never-the-less visible 
from the furthest seats in the arena.  

   The adrenalin was flowing in the bitch, but at this stage in the 
event, the audience responded only with polite applause.  As she 
dropped back to the arena floor, gasping for air, Charlotte looked 
back, and saw that the animals were slowly strolling toward her 
rather than coming after her in hot pursuit.  They as well as she 
realized that there was no escape for her, and that her position was 
not only desperate but was truly hopeless.  With this horrid fact 
becoming a true reality in her mind there came to her a rare form of 
courage.  

   Charlotte now drained her bladder of its remaining contents, and 
in a remarkable and unpredictable move, she ran directly at the large 
male.  She was going to test its position and resolve.  The big cat 
raised an enormous paw and hit the running nude square in the chest, 
flattening her big breasts and knocking her backward onto the 
ground.  

   She doubled over, winded by the powerful blow.  The male cat 
circled her, the female standing watching from a distance.  The cat 
woman slowly got to her feet, caught her breath, and charged toward 
the big male again.  The cat again raised its paw, and she dodged to 
one side, and courageously leaped onto its back.  The huge male 
raised its head, roared, and then, to everyone's surprise, sat.  
Slowly it began to roll onto its side, and Charlotte had to abandon 
her position of relative safety to avoid being crushed.  As soon as 
she was off, the big cat got back to its feet and moved toward her.  
This time she turned away and sprinted away.  

   The female cat showed an explosion of energy as it leaped after 
her, and in five long powerful yet graceful strides, it caught its 
erotic naked prey and brought her down.  The male then sprung into 
action, and grasped her right thigh in its powerful jaws like a 
chicken drumstick.  She rolled onto her back, screaming hysterically, 
and the female got her entire left breast into its mouth, clamping 
its muscular jaws firmly so that its huge teeth dug deep into the 
fallen woman's tender tit meat.  

   The two beasts pulled back, stretching her between them.  The male 
 re-clamped its jaws several times, and Charlotte felt with horror 
the monstrous teeth grinding against the bone.  Her mammary meat 
ripped, and was terribly shredded by the female cat's efforts.  blood 
spurted from the wounds, sheeting the floor.  The female took hold of 
her left wrist, and the male slid its jaws down to her right ankle.  
This time her voluptuously developed body was stretched even more 
severely by the big cats, with their huge feline teeth crushing her 
flesh and bones.  Something had to give, and at last the upper bone 
of her arm was pulled out of its socket.  The horrific struggle 
continued, and the audience was delighted to see the flesh of her arm 
pit rip, stretch, then tear apart, so that the lovely arm came free.  

   As soon as the bitch's arm came off, the male grabbed her hip in 
his jaws and flipped her over.  She landed on her knees and obscenely 
bulging breasts, with her ass propped high in the air.  The big cat 
took full advantage of her vulnerability, and it mounted her, ramming 
its huge dong deep into her exposed vagina.  Charlotte's anguished 
moan turned to a wail of despair.  While the male tiger humped into 
her, the female moved around her, was attracted to the bleeding lower 
leg where the male had gripped her, and she settled down, and gnawed 
at the fresh meat, until she actually chewed the woman's foot right 
off.  At last the male tiger reached climax, and ejaculated his hot 
thick spunk into the impossibly stretched womb of the downed human 
impostor.  The big cat dismounted, and the audience was amazed to see 
that the huge red penis was still spurting great gobs of its semen 
onto the nakedness of his victim.  

   Without hesitation, he pressed the tip of his dong against the nub 
of her anus, found the dimpled opening in the buttocks well, and with 
a powerful thrust, brutally penetrated the tight opening.  Charlotte 
screamed with the excruciating pain of the abrupt anal entry, and the 
agony of the humiliating ass rape.  She was in no position to resist, 
and although she was losing blood from the disarmed shoulder and the 
stump of her footless leg, she had not yet lost much of her 
strength.  

   She heaved her ass in resistance to the gross bestial fucking she 
was receiving.  The men and women in the audience had cast 
experienced eyes on that marvelous cunt and asshole of hers all week 
long, imagining in their mind's eye the kind of brutalized 
penetration her twin sex vestibules were now obtaining.  Every thrust 
of the humping male tiger caused her to slide in her own blood and 
gore, which was spreading over a widening area.  With her remarkable 
figure, Charlotte was prime fuck-show meat, and was delivering with 
all the cock-jerking action the audience could wish.  

   When the tiger finally jerked its enormous penis from her anus, it 
again amazed the audience by dribbling more steaming spunk onto the 
ruptured female orifice.  The female cat was sitting back, watching 
and waiting.  She was most interested in the succulent internal 
organs, and knew that in this sex show ring, the total domination and 
humiliation of the naked prey must be achieved before opening her and 
digging out the best parts of their captured quarry.  

   The male sank its teeth into Charlotte's side, and lifted her in 
the air.  Heaving its massive head, it tossed her high, ripping open 
the layered muscles of her side, ripping open her belly.  Great loops 
of her intestines snaked out of her as she flew, along with a 
delicate lace of her blood, which spread in an elyptical pattern on 
the pale sand.  She landed hard on her ass, and more of her entrails 
were jolted out of her.  The cavity of her torso was largely emptied 
when the cats move in to get the best of her internal offerings, and 
she twisted as she fell onto her side, attempting to conceal the 
terrible opening ripped in the torn meat of her tender flank.  It was 
no defense against the trained killer cats.  Without hesitation, the 
two carnivores grabbed her tummy flesh and pulled, their jaws locked 
in her meat.  In seconds they had ripped her wide open.  

   Now Charlotte saw that her life could only be measured in mere 
seconds.  She was numbed to the pain from the shock of the stark 
brutality she was experiencing from the deadly cats.  However, her 
mind remained clear and alert.  She was going to experience the full 
measure of debauchery as she was eaten alive by the monstrous cats.  

   While the female tiger got its muzzle inside her and dragged out 
her liver, the male grabbed her cunt in its massive jaws, sinking its 
teeth deep into her pubic meat.  It jerked its head back, pulling 
viciously at the very pit of her femininity.  She was startled at the 
erotic sight of witnessing her own sex organ, including her inner 
gonads, being ripped from her.  It was an orgasmic experience, but 
her vital orgasm equipment was being removed by the large male cat, 
and was no longer functional.  

   The male lifted its jaws high grasping the severed female sex 
organs, including the uterus and ovaries, and held them in full 
view.  He suddenly lost interest in the morsel and dropped it.  The 
female tiger dropped the liver she had been chewing, and once more 
they closed in on their fallen prey.  The female closed its mouth 
over Charlotte's face, and began to slowly squeeze the powerful jaws 
closed as the male thrust its muzzle inside her and grabbed her 
rapidly pounding heart in its jaws.  In unison the two snuffed out 
the bitch's life in spectacular fashion.  These were true show cats, 
and had given the audience the thrilling climax they had come to 
see.  

   To complete the exhibition, the male cat mounted the female, and 
the audience watched the natural mating dance of the wild beasts in 
which the tigers reaped their reward for the impressive bitch 
killing.  The audience watched the beastial fucking for several 
moments, then filed out to find further amusement to fill their time 
until the ship docked.  They were all far too sexually excited to 
sleep, and there were plenty of bizarre and violent sexual diversions 
to be found in the ship's many small theaters, which catered to the 
tastes of all who boarded this evil vessel.  Once more nature had run 
a carefully altered course, reproducing beautifully choreographed 
death for entertainment as a part of the life cycle, and the infamous 
 death-pit had again lived up to its depraved name.  

   TH