* * * * * * * It was now time to open up the bizarre demonstration. The women with the whips had a two minute break, and were given drinks. The drinks of the spectators were refilled, and they sat back to enjoy the act as it went into high gear. Then the signal was They went at it with a vengeance, with the blows raining down in a flurry so severe that the screams from the two girls bucking in their bonds were non-stop. The tightly woven leather lashed again at their cunts with such fury that the organs swelled we In the heat of the whipping Tony noticed that Jennifer was so excited by the advanced state of the beating that she was not showing any signs of repulsion by the splitting of the young women's flesh. This was good, because the show was about to become heavy, and this was no time for her to begin to show timidity. Blows were now being directed at the young girls' beautiful faces, and they were both being permanently marked, as was the rest of their mercilessly battered flesh. Suddenly Hannah's bleeding anus opened and she produced a long stool that curled onto the floor between her spread feet as she suddenly sagged into unconsciousness. As the winner and still conscious member of the competitors, Jennine now got the full attention of both of the whip-wielders. The two whips lashed mercilessly at her, with one concentrating on her cunt while the other continued to assail her big breasts. At this late stage in the beating she was good for only a couple of minutes, but in that time took another sixty rapid and vicious blows from the twin whips. It was enough. Her screams lost intensity, and finally she also fainted. That probably saved her life, although nobody was particularly concerned for her survival. Tony Invited Jennifer to go with the others onto the stage to examine the unconscious girls, and she was eager to do it. The women with their whips were standing aside and displaying their muscles by posturing for the guests. Most of the guests were ahead of Tony and Jennifer, and just as they were getting close to the living carcasses the master of ceremonies directed everybody back to their seats. He announced there was a special surprise for them all: the muscular women with the whips were going to fight each other with a fresh set of thin and vicious looking long buggy whips. With growing excitement all of the guests quickly resumed their seats. The MC announced the object of the contest was for each to remove the other's bikini. The first to denude her opponent would be the winner. There would be no rules other than that the task must be completed with the whips. The ensuing whip fight was both furious and brutal. The women spared nothing as they flailed at each other with the vicious weapons. Each had removed the other's brief panty within minutes, and they each took stinging blows to their now fully exposed cunts, but the bras were more difficult. They were supported by complex thin tough straps that strung up around the wearer's neck. both of them got the other's bra off her tits, but the garments dangled about their necks so the fight was not yet over. What turned the tide was when one of the women slipped on a streak of blood and fell. She dropped her whip, and was suddenly flailed mercilessly by the other, and the audience was on its feet, shouting encouragement to the woman brutally lashing her fallen friend. Jennifer was standing on her seat, frantically shaking her fists and screaming to the woman to get the bitch's big breasts. Fortunately for the naked woman on the floor the final strap was caught in the whip and jerked off before the whipping could do any severe or terminal damage. Tony was well pleased with Jennifer's progress, and took her onto the stage now to see the damage done to Jennine and Hannah, who were now slowly coming back to the world of the living. The floor around them was splattered with their blood, and as Jennifer saw how severe and deep their whip cuts really were, she understood how thoroughly the attractive young girls had earned whatever they would be paid. She had no idea that whips could do this kind of damage to human flesh, and she wondered if when they agreed to subjecting themselves to the whipping these beautiful girls with the accentuated figures had any idea of what kind of punishment and severe mutilation they were letting themselves in for. She was certain they hadn't known that this extensive damage to their beautiful bodies would be the result, or they would never have agreed to be whipped. The attractive young women would be marked for life, and all for this brief but highly erotic and stimulating cruise ship entertainment. It was this kind of dedication to debauchery by the crew, entertainers and paying passengers that Jennifer found so stimulating. These striking young girls, naked before strangers, had sacrificed their remarkable beauty to the destructive whips for the entertainment of this transient audience that was likely to forget them completely when they saw the next show. These girls were in it for the flash of attention and recognition they received for their daring naked exposure to the biting whips in front of a real live audience. Jennifer was convinced they had not known it would be like this, certain that nobody would willingly sacrifice their body to such a degree of demolition just for money. She was equally sure they were completely willing to take the risk they did because of the momentary flash of fame. The girls were now gently sobbing as the audience inspected them. When Jennifer came up beside Jennine, she saw for the first time how severely the French teenager's lower belly had been cut. Through the gape in a tear in the girl's stomach muscle she could see the moving pulse of the teen girl's pink intestines! The split nipple was dribbling blood, where the hard bud had been was an opening with the pink and white inner tit meat exposed. At close range the damage to the teen girls was clearly much worse than Jennifer had seen from the stands. The girls' once beautiful cunts were now a mess of strips of bleeding meat, and looked to Jennifer to be beyond repair. Now the master of ceremonies asked for the question. "Raise your hand high," Tony told her. Everyone else had an arm raised, and with a questioning look Jennifer raised one of hers. "It's for the coup de grace," he explained. With horror she realized she had just voted for the death of the bound bleeding teen aged girls. These people were really playing hardball. Tony pulled her back as the master of ceremonies came forward, brushing past her as he crossed to the bound girls. He was carrying a long sharp butcher knife. My God, Jennifer thought to herself as she felt a tight knot growing in her belly, He's actually going to murder them! And I voted for it! The man in the tuxedo grabbed Hannah's hair and raised her head high, with it twisted around so that everyone could clearly see her face. Hannah eyed the knife with bulging eyes, and opened her mouth wide to scream, but in her horror was unable to get out a sound. Without hesitation the man drew the sharp knife across her neck, deeply slashing her throat. The butchered German girl's bladder loosened, dumping a spray of hot piss onto the floor. Jennine had no difficulty in working her lungs, and as the master of ceremonies moved over to her she gave the audience the best scream of the show, a shrill high pitched rolling whistle that rang off the walls. The man got his fingers into her hair, getting a handful of the dark curls, and he jerked her head up to display her screaming face and totally expose her neck. The French girl pissed herself as she saw the now bloody knife being raised. With her limbs firmly bound to the posts, she was completely helpless, and at the man's mercy. She glanced up at his face, and saw in his eyes that he was merciless. Jennifer also lost control at the scene of thrilling horror, and she pissed in her panties as she saw the beautiful young girl facing her last seconds of life. Even murder was acceptable on this evil ship. "You really find this exciting, don't you," Tony observed. Jennifer looked at him but was speechless. "What do you think these girls had to look forward to in the shape they're in?" he said. "Hell, this coup de grace is a mercy to them." Jennifer realized he was right. Now that they were so messed up they were better off dead, and probably even realized that themselves. Or at least one of them did, it was too late to think of that for Hannah. "This is the best thing we could do for them, now that they've let themselves get this far into it. After a certain point there's no turning back." As little as she liked it, she realized that what Tony said was true. The best thing they could do would be to slaughter the bitches and be done with it. As the big blade swept across Jennine's throat, slicing off her scream, Jennifer felt the knot in her stomach ease. There was no sense in keeping these impulsively reckless young cunts alive in the shape they were in. There was really no risk to anyone in killing them, because it was clearly what the audience wanted. The vote had been unanimous, and besides, only the captain of the ship was answerable for whatever happened while they were at sea. As Tony had told her, this was international water, and whatever the captain permitted to happen was legal. When they returned to port there could be an investigation only if there were an inquiry or complaint, and she was sure nobody knew these girls had sailed on this ship. The men who had procured them would have seen to that. If these girls were to live, they could tell about the abuse they had experienced, and bring all of this thrilling debauchery to an end. By killing them, Jennifer realized, there would be no threat of exposure, so she decided that killing them now would protect the ship, and was therefore really the best idea. She was sure that the crew were very discrete about any outsiders knowing who was aboard the sex cruise ship. In fact she knew nobody knew that she was on this ship. As she directed her attention again to the two slaughtered girls she saw that the man had sliced right through Jennine's neck and now held the severed head high in the air. With a single strong slash the man had cleanly decapitated the beautiful bound teen-aged French girl, and now triple jets of blood jetted from the slender stump of her neck. Jennifer felt herself cumming, and realized that what had happened was really the natural completion of the bizarre event. In fact, the headless naked whipped body was quite a turn on, and inadvertently her hand went to her piss soaked crotch as she looked at the incredible scene of totally profane debauchery. * * * * * * * As the voyage of the Danish cruise ship with its violent sex shows progressed, the action on board heated up. The next day Jennifer was on duty in the show-and-touch lounge, and she had a new experience at being caressed by the hands of passengers. She realized in a new way the kind of violent fantasies they had as they touched and squeezed her naked flesh, and shivers ran up her spine at the thoughts she had, remembering the outrageous beating and cold-blooded decapitation of the chesty teens. That night Tony saw that Jennifer was still excited by the violent stage act she had witnessed, and he persuaded her to get personally but indirectly involved in one of the many staged violent sex acts. He assured her it would not be dangerous, but would be a good experience for her to get some exposure on stage before the event she had come onto the ship to perform. This was to be a rape of a pretty young Dutch girl. At first Jennifer was hesitant when Tony told her they were really going to rape the little girl on stage. She had been so shocked by the twin murders in the whipping show the night before she was nervous about actually becoming involved, particularly when the announced purpose of this act was to be the deliberate rape of an innocent little girl. Real sexual child abuse, for the thrill of the audience. However, Tony explained that the child was no virgin, and judging by the district they had found her in she had probably already been raped several times. He further said that if the child had not been brought on the ship, to be in this simple little show, then not only would she probably be both raped again several times, but just as likely, she would also probably be murdered by some sexual pervert in a dark alley or in a seedy hotel room within a few months. By kidnaping her, the ship's "talent scouts" had probably saved her life. Now they had her on the ship where everything the captain approved was in fact completely legal, then she might as well be raped by actors on stage for the enjoyment of more than just a few punks. Anyway, the kid at least owed them that for saving her life. He pressed the point that it would be a great chance for Jennifer to get into a daring sex act without too much involvement, just to see how much she liked it, and to get used to being a performer in the spotlight. After all, the rape of the little girl wasn't going to affect her. With that logic she agreed to do it. If they had saved her life they were unlikely to take it now. Anyway all she had to do was walk onto a small stage holding the hand of the nine year old Dutch girl, playing the part of the pretty child's mother. The slender little girl had her straight blonde hair cut in the traditional severe bangs Jennifer had seen so often when in Holland. The remarkably beautiful child had wide innocent blue eyes, and Jennifer had some difficulty picturing her as a street urchin as Tony had described, but if it were true she was certain the good looking little girl would easily attract rapists. Jennifer felt exposed and daring in the red high heels and the thin silk dress. She was completely naked underneath. This part had been her idea, because she thought she would feel sexier this way. She had been right, and the feeling of the smooth silk dress clinging to and sliding against her nakedness and rubbing into excitement her hard nipples made her feel as sexually stimulating as she knew she was. The small stage was designed to look like an alley, and when she and the pretty little girl walked onto the stage the audience was warmed up and gave them a rousing reception. Apparently there had been another act before them. Jennifer saw some torn pantyhose and a bra with red stains that looked like it had been slit with a knife. She cringed as she imagined the sharp blade slicing through the material and the tender breast meat of the woman wearing it. Before their eyes became used to the bright light of the stage, three muscular toughs wearing only thin t shirts, dirty sneakers and raging erections came on and grabbed them. One of them held her, ripping her dress open while the other two stripped, raped and then severely beat the kid. Jennifer screamed at the men, horrified at the brutality of the sexual attack on the harmless little girl. They quickly ruptured her little asshole with their monstrous pricks, and double fucked her while violently beating her face and little body with their fists. While Jennifer screamed and struggled, the powerful punk who was holding her lifted her dress, then painfully squeezed her breasts and thrust several fingers up into her dry cunt, and thrust his thumb up into her asshole. She instinctively kicked frantically toward his big testicles, but he was holding her in a position that made effective contact with his balls virtually impossible. The dress was so tightly stretched as he bent her backward that at first her big tits were squeezed so that they bulged obscenely, then the seam down the center split, freeing the firm breasts. To the cheers of the audience the guy holding her ripped the flimsy dress off her, leaving her stark naked. Now she wore only her spike heeled shoes and cheap costume jewelry they had given her for the act, and was more of an attraction than the fading kid, who she noticed had just passed out. Jennifer's asshole hurt like hell from the man's thumb digging into her colon. Tony's thick cock had ravaged her pretty shit chute each night, but that was no preparation for this brutal treatment. She felt shame as she was turned, completely naked except for the shoes, to face toward the audience who she could now see clearly. To runt naked on a table in front of a few appreciating people in a classy saloon was one thing, but to be brutally sexually humiliated on the stage of a small but packed theater was another. Despite this feeling of revulsion at the degradation and humiliation of this kind of public treatment, Jennifer could feel an urgent churning of excitement in her belly, and the flush of moisture in her invaded cunt. The sexual violence and raw exhibitionism was turning her on, and she was showing this to the audience with her flush of sexual excitement through the flaring of her cunt. The fact of the matter, as she was coming to realize, was that she was getting acclimatized to the brutal sex acts, and was feeling sexual stimulation at the depravity of the performances. The two men who had finished beating and raping the little girl grabbed Jennifer and lifted her off the ground as the third man went to face fuck the severely beaten child, who was just regaining consciousness. The two others lifted Jennifer between them with her legs wide spread, and turning her bare ass toward the audience again, bent her head down between her tits, pulling her knees back past her ears until she saw the audience upside down. Her chin rested on her pubic mound, and while in this painful position one of them wrapped an arm around her slender waist and squeezed her hard, forcing her to shit. Her anus opened with the internal pressure from being squeezed while being bent double, and a long shit-log began to slide out uncontrollably toward the audience. The first stool fell onto the stage between the men holding her. It was flattened on the bottom, but was firm enough to hold its shape. Her face flushed beet red with embarrassment at this outrage to her privacy, and perhaps from the awkward position she found herself in. She had found herself turned on with the display of her sex, but she was not the kind of girl who would involve herself in a public scatological exhibition, even if all these leering people in the audience were nothing but foreigners! The men pulled her head forward so that her chin rested just above her cunt, with the shitting hole in clear sight. Then they rotated her, placing her asshole above her face, and forced her jaws apart as the next thick stink log slid out of her spreading anus in time for her to catch the dropping turd in her mouth! Her own harsh muck slid across the moist lips of her cunt as if it were a guiding chute, and then slowly dropped between the parted painted lips of her mouth. She tried to scream, but that just opened her throat, allowing her steaming shit-log to slide roughly down the length of her tongue and then on down into her waiting gullet. The taste was so repugnant to her that Jennifer began to gag, and by blocking the action, the energy was transmitted to her colon, and she embarrassed herself even further by shitting out another thick turd, which followed the path of the first, directly to her mouth. She was so embarrassed that she immediately swallowed the repugnant mass of her own rectal offal. The crowd loved it. Jennifer was enraged. They were sure now that this bitch was going to be the one, and all that happened in the meantime was just preparation. She couldn't wait for the horrible ordeal to be over. She would never forgive Tony for subjecting her to this. What startled her was that instead of turning away, the audience seemed to love the disgusting and debasing display. She could see the battered naked little girl with the punk pumping his spunk into her throat. The big prick was being thrust into the child's throat so deeply it appeared to Jennifer that the girl's jaw was broken. She appeared to have passed out again, and blood was trickling from her sexy little crotch. The audience were on their feet, cheering the outrageous display of debauchery. The curtain dropped and the men put Jennifer unceremoniously down. As she moved toward the side of the small stage to give Tony a piece of her mind she saw it. There was a marquee board announcing the act she had just taken part in. It read: LITTLE GIRL RAPED LIVE on STAGE HER MOTHER FORCED TO EAT HER OWN SHIT featuring THE SELECTED WOMAN There was that phrase again. She had to remember to ask Tony what it meant. * * * * * * * "You Bastard!" she screamed at Tony while he cleaned her up backstage. "That was a set-up! What kind of fucking fool do you take me for?" He had a warm wet towel between her legs, rubbing the shit out of her cunt and from her asshole. He was handling her like an exotic animal, not a human, and he was totally ignoring her scolding. "You knew they were going to make me do that!" she ranted at him. "You Asshole! You have your nerve getting me involved in a brutal humiliating show like that!" She could feel her neck going red with her anger. "Making me eat my own offal in front of that audience is so disgusting I can't even tell you," she continued. "And raping the kid is one thing, making her have brutal sex on stage with several men at once in front of an audience was what she was brought here for, like you explained, but the beating! They might as well have murdered her!" "They don't kill all the entertainers," he said, finally acknowledging her. "You're alive, aren't you?" The shock of what he said took a moment to hit her. Her mind flashed back to the whipping stage last night, and the image of the decapitation of the French girl Jennine burned again into her mind. She now knew there really were no limits to what could be done to the female entertainers on this evil ship. Perhaps the only reason she was alive was that she was needed for the act with the animals. Would there be a twist ending to that act that she might not be supposed to survive? Tony gave her a mouth rinse to get the taste of her crap out of her mouth. She took several rinses, spitting the excess out onto the floor. In the corner of the hallway sat the little girl, unattended, severely bruised and with blood trickling from her vagina, anus and the corner of her mouth. Jennifer had to admit that she had felt sexually stimulated by the sight of the pretty little kid being brutally beaten and violently raped. Even sitting there naked and helpless, with cum dribbling out of her swollen and bruised little cunnie, the kid was erotically stimulating. My God, she thought to herself, what's happening to me? Look at me standing naked, spewing mouthwash out onto the floor like a common whore. How far I've come in so few days! "Those brutal bastards had no right to do that to me," she said, "Its bad enough raping and beating that little girl, but hurting me, and making me eat my own stinking poop in front of all those people!" In response Tony clamped a studded leather collar around her neck, and attached a chain to it. "Listen, cunt," he said to her, "you're my personal property aboard this ship, and you'll do as I say." He ran the chain down between her legs as he stood her up straight, so that it pressed against her gold clit ring and rubbed against her cunt meat and her asshole as it was jerked tightly up through her ass crack. * * * * * * * "HELP!!" Jennifer screamed as Tony pushed the beautiful naked woman ahead of him down the hallway which was lined with several waiting slaves. Jennifer had never been on this deck before. On either side of the narrow passageway were chained naked female sex slaves of all ages, either waiting to entertain the passengers, or having just come out of one of the many small theaters. Jennifer's eyes opened wide in disbelief. Some of the naked chained females were in perfect physical shape, without a mark on them. These were the ones that were waiting to go in front of an audience in one of the small theaters to face unknown sexual horrors. Some of the girls had somehow had their sex organs enormously enlarged, making them more interesting for sexual diversions. Several others of the gorgeous naked women and girls had been severely abused, with large bruises, cuts and scratches, and even a few large open wounds. Pools of warm blood formed where some of them stood or sat stark naked in that steamy over-heated hallway in the lower reaches of the ship. These poor damaged bitches had already entertained, and they had done so at great personal and physical cost. Along this corridor the women and girls were stacked for the more bizarre exhibitions, and then they were chained here afterwards until the handlers could get them back to their quarters, or to wherever they took those too badly damaged to use again in the brutal shows. One large breasted girl in her early teens had one hacked tit hanging down her belly by a strand of flesh, and a tube of gut protruding through a long gash in her lower belly. She looked up with the large dulled brown gentle eyes of a cow, and Jennifer saw for the first time what it was the guests saw as entertaining in the brutal treatment of the women victims. There was no emotional involvement with them, they were just like domestic meat animals, living sex objects to abuse, as severely as they wished. This was pure live entertainment. It was happening right now. The best part of all was knowing that they were bringing pain and suffering to the beautiful helpless cunts. "God," she thought, "is that me thinking this way?" She knew the answer was yes, and she found that shocking. What shocked her most of all was that all of these naked females were chained up like slaves, like animals. There was no sign of medical attention, and for the first time Jennifer sensed a smell of death hanging in the ship, the feeling that the lives of these captive females was cheap and to be expended at the whim of the people in control. At that moment she felt herself having a mind induced orgasm. On this ship the women victims were beef at the slaughter, sex toys for total terminal abuse. Sex meat, she thought to herself. The debasing term for the naked female slaves appealed to her. This suddenly caused a deepening of that strange churning in her gut, which she could have mistaken for excitement. None of these slaves was in any position to help Jennifer, and she saw that they were themselves helpless, and for them their situation was completely hopeless. Because it was hopeless for them, and nothing could be done to save them, she realized she could get into the carnal lust that would permit open enjoyment of the exciting merciless brutality these bitches had or were about to experience. Thank God I'm not like them, she thought as she passed a girl with a huge four inch pipe sticking out of her ruined asshole. Tony was just trying to make a point with this chain and collar. For now she was completely at Tony's mercy, and she was not sure mercy was part of how this man operated. Certainly not from the way he was jerking the chain through her abused cunt meat as she climbed the narrow stairs to the next deck. She felt as if the rough chain were going to rip her poor crotch wide open, scraping against the swelling of her anus and the raw lips of her vagina. She knew she was powerless to do anything about it. When they reached his cabin, he chained her to the foot of the bed and jammed a big hypo into her ass, shooting her full of drugs. "What the fuck have I let myself in for," she thought as she felt her head begin to spin. Soon the whole room was spinning, out of control. She mercifully passed out, and slept deeply the whole night.