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