* * * * * * * 

   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.