* * * * * * * In the morning Tony gave her a second shot, but this one didn't make her sleep. Instead it made her feel listless. A staff woman brought her some bread and fruit, then came back at noon and gave her soup and fried fish. When she had finished eating she What were these people doing to her, and what were these strange drugs they were injecting her? What were they doing to her? Where was Tony? She got up and paced as far as the chain would allow her as her frustration and anger grew. Her restricted movements served to further elevate her frustration. For the evening meal she had peas, corn and carrots, and a thick cut of rare roast beef. She was given another shot of drugs, then she was taken down to the 'S' deck, where the sadism acts were performed. She felt herself getting more and more agitated, and although she realized that it was the drugs, she couldn't help but notice she was getting hornier as she grew more angry. It was an out of control feeling, where she felt erotic sexual excitement and at the same time was certain she would fly off the handle at the least aggravation any moment. She found it both frightening and somehow releasing. Three female attendants had brought her down to this lower deck. They were wearing the short white cotton shifts of the ship's female staff and the special red spike heeled shoes that made their muscular legs look so sexy. Another woman in the same simple bus sexy outfit brought a costume for her and helped her into it. She remained essentially naked, because the skimpy costume consisted simply of black polished spiked heeled boots, a wide tight leather belt, and a black silk top hat. She also wore long black suede leather gloves, with a dozen raised brass studs embedded in each of the reinforced knuckles. With these anyone that was struck would not only bruise but with enough force she thought that a woman's flesh would probably split. Without thinking, she impulsively took a swipe at one of the attendants just to test the glove. She caught the woman's large right breast with an upper cut. The injured woman fell to the floor screaming, and the others grabbed Jennifer to control her. The studs on her glove had ripped through the downed woman's cotton dress, and the white material was turning crimson where they had also ripped deep into the tender flesh of her big mammary. The screaming woman pulled the dress off the big boob to see the damage, and Jennifer saw that she had split the bitch's nipple clean in half. The injured female attendant got to her feet cursing, but she knew better than to damage a show bitch that was the organization's property, particularly just before it was going to be put into a theater to perform. The attendant who had brought in the costume also carried a long tightly woven whip as part of her costume. It was also a highly functional weapon. It had a rigid two inch thick handle, and it gradually tapered to the slender and very flexible tip ten feet from the handle. The business end of the fifteen foot long whip was knotted, and the foot long thin strips of leather past the knot were again knotted at the tips. These knots had been dipped in an acid and then dried so that they had shrunk and hardened, and they were now as hard as talons. Jennifer eyed the whip, recognizing the damage it could do, and longed to get her hands on it, so she could show these bitches that she didn't like being held captive in this confining room. She reached for it, but the attendant held it back, because they had to complete her preparation first. They held her arms and legs while the brown curly pubic hair was shaved from around Jennifer's flared cunt, leaving only a carefully trimmed heart shaped patch above it, so that the delicate sex flesh was not only fully exposed but was actually highlighted. When she stood up she saw her reflection in a full length mirror, and was stimulated by the gross sexuality of her own obscene image. She realized she was the most perfect female specimen on board the ship. She faced the mirror, spread her legs and thrust her pelvis forward, exposing the fullness of her clearly aroused sex organ. Her image was such a turn-on that she felt an orgasm coming just from looking at herself. She was so impatient for action that she suddenly grabbed the whip away from the woman holding it, and all of the attendants who had been getting her ready left the room before Jennifer became too violent. Alone now, Jennifer paced up and down the narrow dressing room, somewhere deep in the bowels of the ship whose whole reason for being was to be a safe haven for the production of perverted sexual entertainment. She could feel her pulse racing, and she stamped her feet in the high heeled boots, anxious to get on with whatever horror these degenerate people had dreamed up for her this time. Through the drug she could hear what she was saying to herself, and was startled that she was actually looking forward to whatever debasing act they had dreamed up for her, hoping it would defuse her hostility. She remembered the women chained in that hallway behind the theaters, and felt her excitement rising as she imagined herself having one of those gorgeous cunts at her disposal. Why else would they have given her the studded gloves and the whip, she thought, with her impatience, anger and excitement growing in unison. * * * * * * * Because of the drugs it seemed like hours, but it was only several moments later that the other door opened, and Jennifer stepped through it onto a stage in front of a small gathering of seated guests who waited for her. In the middle of the stage was a luscious young girl, lashed naked with leather thongs, upside down facing Jennifer, with her back to crossed beams. A pretty little six year old girl with beautifully curled long blonde hair and wearing a pretty white party dress and an adult's high heeled shoes was licking at the girl's bloated cunt to keep its flower petals open wide. The child stopped what she was doing and got out of the way when she saw Jennifer in her bizarre costume, armed with the long black whip. The crowd of people parted for Jennifer as she moved forward. She was surprised that as she moved toward the helpless girl the momentum of her anger focused on the exotic bound form, and was quickly turning to rage. The inverted and bound teenager saw her and gave her the most curious pained yet pleased look. With that look Jennifer realized that her job now was to satisfy a flaming teenaged masochist! She planted her spike heel booted feet wide apart and lifted the whip. As she drew it back, she felt the drug induced anger swelling up to the bursting point with-in her, and she was able to focus it all directly on the exposed figure of the naked and helpless young girl. The girl spoke to her in a dark lusty voice. Although she did not understand what the girl was saying, she recognized that the gorgeous young bitch was Italian. She was in her early teens, but she had the fully developed voluptuous body of a twenty year old. Her large breasts hung to her shoulders, and the girl's beautifully prepared gaping vagina was shrouded in dense black pubic curls which parted to reveal the delicate pink lips of her pretty vagina. The sight of her made Jennifer almost as excited as looking at herself. The host told the audience she had been the illicit lover of an Italian Cabinet Minister with a penchant for pretty young girls. The influential man had fully enjoyed her delightful charms, which everyone could now see, but now the man had a twelve year old mistress, and he found this girl to be both an embarrassment and an inconvenience. In other words, he was saying this beautiful teenager was completely dispensable. The Italian Government Official didn't want to see her again, and it was important to him that nobody else in his country ever saw her again either. The little girl in the party dress clumped off the stage in her high heels as the whip in Jennifer's hand started to move back for the first lash. While it sizzled through the air the man explained to the audience that the beautiful sexy woman with the whip was now going to flail the young girl to death. * * * * * * * Jennifer was horrified when she heard the remarkable announcement, but the whip was by now irreversibly on its way forward, lashing at the beautiful bound nude female body before her. When the hard dry thongs struck the pale flesh of her dangling tits the young girl screamed, and Jennifer felt her own skin crawl with excitement. Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at the expectant crowd of Sadism fans, all of them expecting to see the beautiful young girl being brutally tortured and then killed by this bizarrely costumed and attractive young woman wielding the vicious whip. On the mirrored wall at the back of the small stage she again saw her bizarre reflection. Although the black leather boots, gloves, belt and silk top hat had an evil look, her eyes were drawn to her exposed vagina, with the flared cunt meat showing gleaming beads of her excitement. She looked at the welt that was rising across the big bare tits of the fourteen year old victim, and at the dribbles of female sex fluid trickling from the helpless youth's gaping cunt, and she realized that the girl was a full blown masochist, fully enjoying her plight. Any hurt she gave her would be welcomed, and this made Jennifer's anger grow. She'd show this gorgeous young cunt real pain, and she would make her beg for her to stop, or she'd whip the beautiful Italian cunt to death! As was expected of her. She was just doing what was natural, after all. Severe beatings were what was completely normal in the theaters of violent sports on this deck. She didn't have to decide how far to go with the whipping right now, but she could still get in some good licks at the stimulated cunt of the girl bound on the rack. She put more force behind the second blow of the whip, aiming her snaking weapon at that large dripping cunt. She missed, slashing instead across the girl's stomach, and the kick of the whip drew blood. Jennifer felt a twinge in her own stomach. This was not pain but excitement at the brute power in her hands. This poor little bitch was hers, and she had just made her bleed! Unsatisfied with this indignity she was subjecting the girl to, she aimed higher, and this time caught the blood gorged cunt and split open a vein in the flared cuntlips. Crimson blood spurted from the side of the sliced cunt, and she went for it again, swinging the whip with all her strength. Again she missed, cutting the screaming girl's stomach, deeper this time, and blood oozed from the split muscle. She wondered if she would have the power to cut right through the tight stomach muscle with the whip to reveal the bundle of pink goodies inside. * * * * * * * The bitch's scream drew Jennifer's attention to the girl's face, with its glowing adolescent complexion. She lashed viciously at the girl's open gasping mouth, wanting to mar her beauty. She was surprised at her accuracy. The blow split the corners of her mouth, and the backlash of the blow broke the girl's nose. The blood that spurted from the upside-down girl's nostrils threatened to drown her, but unconcerned, Jennifer went at the big bobbing tits and belly again, viciously lacing them with a crisscross pattern of torn flesh. The harder she swung the whip, the fiercer her need to damage the voluptuous young body hanging suspended before her. She could feel the moisture gathering and lathering in her own cunt, dripping onto her legs as she swung the brutally damaging whip at the helpless naked body of the young girl. The cheers of the audience increased her internal heat, and drove her to even greater excesses with her helpless naked victim. Jennifer lashed at the lean taunt legs, and when the blood streaked them both, she went once more to the inviting cunt. The pretty youth's body arched as much as her tight bindings permitted when the vicious whip blasted down across her cuntlips, bruising them with its smashing blow. She brought the whip down a second time between the girl's legs, separating the blood gorged flesh petals and smashing them against her now blood smeared groin. The next blow wrapped two of the slender tip thongs around her protruding clit, and when Jennifer jerked the whip back it pulled suddenly and painfully on the damaged sex finger, tugging the engorged organ from its protective hood. The girl's scream rocked the audience, and they screamed back for more of her blood. Jennifer had never had an aroused crowd chant at her before, urging her on, totally depending on her for their entertainment. With a sudden jerk on the whip she ripped the horny little bitch's clit clean off! A panic rose in her gut, but she felt that she could control it, if only she could numb her mind to the horror being experienced by the writhing naked girl. Blood sprayed from every fresh blow of the whip as it slashed the young screaming young girl's exposed flesh now, and Jennifer felt her excitement flaring as she saw the damage her blows with the whip were doing to the teenager's naked flesh. The angry welts from the whip stood high in well defined ridges, with droplets of the young bitch's blood oozing along their upper edges where the skin had been damaged from the severe force of the blows. Jennifer was getting better with the whip, and felt she could control the amount of damage she would do, and she was excited to find her limit. She lashed the whip across the big dangling bloody tits, and the tightly woven blood stained leather smashed against the girl's erect nipples, actually splitting the right one in two! This was the second nipple she had split today, the first had been with the knife, on that ignorant woman attendant. This was more exciting because she had done it with real deliberation rather than impulsively. Jennifer was so excited by her growing accuracy with the whip that she lashed at the other nipple, and with four rapid blows, the tip of the whip ripped the hard flesh bud clean off the damaged breast, just like it had done to the girl's clit. Now Jennifer noticed for the first time the three rough long sparkler rods that lay on the carpet below the rack, and the small gold box of wooden matches beside them. Jennifer had always been fascinated with sparklers as a child, but had never had any of her own to play with. Suddenly as she looked at the golden box of matches she realized why they had been left there, and what it was she was expected to do. The devastating possibilities with these intensely hot-burning sparklers in the girl's supple flesh blew her mind. If placed inside the girl's flesh they were capable of cooking it! She placed the handle of her whip against the tight ring of the girl's anus, then roughly thrust the thick braided leather shaft deep into her colon, scraping the lining of her stuffed shit tube. This was the first act that had actually horrified the girl. With extra force she heaved downward, driving the stiff handle more than a foot into the teenager's asshole. "You deserve one last piss, cunt," she said, and began punching the young girl's lower belly with the studded gloves. The studs were as brutal to the naked flesh as the whip had been, and the girl's screams filled the room, drowning out the cheers of the spectators. She drew blood, and soon it covered the bright studs on her gloves. Finally under the force of the repeated blows the girl's bladder let go its contents, and her hot piss splashed over the blood stained carpet. She took one of the coarse sparklers and placed the tip into the young female masochist's enlarged and damp piss slit. She wrapped her other hand around one of the severely damaged tits and with gradual pressure, began sliding, twisting and scraping the course sparkler rod deep into the youth's delicate piss tube. She had taken her last piss through it, as the rough sparkler material coating the rod painfully scraped and gouged the delicate membrane lining the narrow piss passage, as it was pushed all the way up into her bladder. The gorgeous young girl went crazy with the pain. Jennifer felt another twist of excitement in her gut, feeling a sense of abandon, and was driven to give the girl even more pain. She thrust the other two sparklers into the firm flesh of the girl's tits by driving the sharp ends into the torn tips where the nipples had been. She drove them in until she felt them scraping the girl's ribs, then she pushed them in another inch deep , so that the ends slid between the ribs. These thin steel rods were thickly coated with a silvery rust-like material that generated its own oxygen as it burned. Once at a high class resturaunt in New York Jennifer had seen a waiter light a pair of them too soon on a birthday cake, because the guest had gone to the washroom. The waiter had quickly pulled the sparklers out of the cake and plunged them into a water pitcher to put them out, but they continued to burn brightly under water, producing geysers of hot steam. Jennifer knew they would burn just as fiercely inside the flesh of this bound girl. Her breath was tight and the audience silent with anxious anticipation as she opened the golden match box, selected a match and struck it. Her hand shook with anticipation as she held the tip under the end of the sparkler sticking about an inch out of the girl's piss slit. After several seconds, with a flashing burst it was suddenly alight. Jennifer watched, mesmerized as the lights were dimmed and everyone could see the brightly flashing sparkler burn steadily toward the lips of the girl's gaping cunt. The room suddenly exploded with her screams as the bright burning dot found the fold over her little urine hole. The skin around the stuffed piss hole dried, then reddened, then blistered. The girl's cunt was starting to smoke. The intensely hot bead of fire, fed by its own oxygen supply, quickly burned its way up into the tube of her urethra, and then the pubic mound itself glowed from the fire burning inside it. Jennifer could feel her cunt foaming with her cum, excited by the girl's torment. Quickly she ignited the two sparklers piercing the girl's big tits. They both burst into flame, and then gradually burned their way toward her flesh. The beautiful young Italian girl's screams were redoubled as they burned slowly into her large mammaries. Jennifer was unable to take her eyes off the chemical covered steel rod burning its way slowly up into the girl's bladder. The beautiful girl was screaming her throat raw, and for good reason. Her cunt and tit meat was slowly turning brown as it cooked from the inner fire. The screaming young victim looked bizarre suspended upside down on the rack with the sparklers burning brightly into her flesh. As the cherry red glow moved deeper into her and gradually dimmed, the stage lights were turned up again. Smoke still spewed from the three burn holes with the hot steel shaft sticking from the middle of each of them. The pretty young Italian masochist was now clearly going out of her mind with the horror being done to her, but because she was still conscious and alert, Jennifer felt there was still full value to be derived in carrying on with the brutal bitch torture session. Since the girl was destined to die on the ship, they had everything to gain by making her demise as entertaining and enjoyable as possible. Jennifer jerked the whip handle out of the girl's tight asshole and went back to work whipping her. At first she focused her blows on the teenager's freshly cooked cunt meat. The damaged fuck hole was very vulnerable now. She was able to strip off bits of the cooked meat easily, as well as the bloody cunt lips around it, and soon she had removed much of the girl's roasted cunt. To Jennifer's and the audience's delight, when the vagina was almost completely removed, the girl's uterus pressed slowly forward into view through the gaping hole. It revealed the starfish purple and pink cervix, and as the internal organ squeezed into full view, the twin pear shaped ovaries popped through the torn hole, dangling by the tough connective tissue to the thick uterus. Jennifer stared in disbelief at what she had done. She had virtually destroyed this young woman's chances of ever having sex. She had totally demolished her sex organs. This was real power. The freshly revealed internal female organs were still raw, but were now totally exposed. The sparklers in the girl's tits had cooked their way right through the big mammaries, completely roasting them from the inside. The crazed girl screamed amazingly well at the horrific pain that now racked her whole body. The now highly aroused insatiable audience shouted for more, and Jennifer happily complied. After several stunning blows of the whip to the fat uterus and swollen ovaries, Jennifer managed to wrap the tip of the whip around one of the pear-shaped protrusions, the heart of the female reproductive system. This was the girl's inner-most sex organ! Pulling the whip sharply back, she drew the pink ovary away from the girl's exposed uterus, and with several sharp jerks, she managed finally to rip the organ clean off the side of the thrashing girl's uterus! She repeated the violent operation with the whip on the second ovary, and as it ripped away the spongy uterus rebounded, and the shock sucked the whole inner sex organ back in through the opening where the girl's cunt had once been. * * * * * * * The highly demonstrative audience screamed out their full approval at the brutal show Jennifer was providing. She could feel the heat rising to even higher levels in her stomach and crotch. There was no reason to hold back; she could do what ever she pleased with this girl, who's fate was that she was to be wasted. Just then the pretty six year old girl with the beautifully curled long blonde hair came clumping onto the stage. Her dress had been removed and she was now stark naked, except for a perfectly fitting pair of red high heeled shoes. She was carrying a red satin pillow. On the pillow rested a gold handled dagger, with a sharp curved blade. Jennifer took the blade, and startled even herself by testing the dagger on the child, who innocently stood as she had been carefully trained to do. Her knees were spread and her pelvis was rotated. Unknowingly she was offering her naked little split pubes to the knife. Jennifer powerfully thrust the sharp curved steel up into the little girl's tiny cunt, then ripped upward, slicing open the naked child's round little belly cleanly up through the navel and on up to her rib cage. The screaming little girl dropped to her knees, and as her knees hit the stage her entrails slid out of her. Then the gutted naked child fell flat on her face, covering the mess of pink guts she had made. The sharp curved dagger had easily passed the violent test. The crowd went wild. Even with the blood and gore around her, Jennifer felt a rush of power. She had never experienced such freedom. She could do the most evil things she could imagine, and she would be cheered on by this decadent audience! With wild abandon she moved over to the teenaged girl bound helplessly upside-down to the rack. She attacked, hacking at the girl's exposed meat while avoiding the vital organs. She wanted her to remain conscious as long as possible, to experience the brutal treatment she now saw she was capable of dishing out. The deck around her was covered with pools of the girl's blood and fresh chunks of her meat before her pinkish intestines and organs were allowed to slither out. Jennifer's lungs filled and she threw her head back in triumph and let go a primitive scream of victory. She had gone the distance with the girl, and had even slaughtered the child, without feeling the slightest twinge of conscience. She was a star, and the people cheering her on all loved her! She drew the dull edge of the dagger through her own vagina to coat herself with the little girl's blood, then she suddenly and violently plunged the knife into the teenager's ruined crotch, feeling the rage inside her at last resolved with this brutal and violent act. She pulled the blood-soaked blade out of the desecrated teenager's sexless crotch, and then, grasping the girl's hair and pulling the head back, she deliberately slashed the girl's throat, bring to a gurgling end the fourteen year old's incessant screaming. She thrust the blade into the girl's belly, then abruptly she strutted proudly out of the theater. * * * * * * * She had seen Tony sitting in the audience watching her performance just moments before, and was startled to see he was now standing in the holding room waiting for her. He quickly snapped a steel collar around her neck, and stripped off her gloves, boots and belt. He led her off down the narrow passageway past a whole new set of naked slave girls, most unmarked, but some severely battered or worse. Some of them had been viciously slashed. They brushed past them all as if Tony were in a great hurry, and he took her directly on up to their cabin. Without saying a word, he thrust her into the shower, turned on the hot water, and left her standing for several minutes in the scalding hot spray. Then he opened the door and jerked her leash, pulling her out of the shower as he turned off the hot cleansing spray. He clipped her chain to a loop bolt in the cabin wall and left her sitting on the bunk, locking the door as he left. She was alone now. As the effects of the drugs slowly subsided she was able to contemplate what she had just done. She sat staring down at her nakedness. She was proud of her beautiful body, and had learned on this ship the savage instincts that lay within her and which were finding release for the first time in her life. The next evening was the big show. With her brazen attack on the defenseless Italian teenager, Jennifer had made her impression on this international crowd. The word would quickly spread throughout the ship, with vivid descriptions being given of her abilities and fearless abandon. She knew that when she went into the pit for the animal fight tomorrow night, every other theater on the ship would be empty. She was now the super star of the exciting performances on the ship, or at least after her appearance in the death pit tomorrow night there would be no question of it. She looked at the trickle of sex juices dribbling from her-- excitement-flared cunt. Her hand moved involuntarily to the beautiful sex meat plaything between her legs. Her fingers expertly parted the thick folds over her erect clit, and began to rub the sensitive nub, pushing against the gold ring piercing the sensitive flesh, raising her own sexual excitement until the flow of her juices doubled. She felt a raw carnal lust that she had never before experienced. It was more than a sex lust, it was a blood lust for the extreme degeneracy she was experiencing, and she knew that right now her incredible lusting for sexual violence was insatiable. She somehow felt that nothing would satisfy her, but she had to reach for that depth of depravity she longed for to satisfy the growing urges that she now felt through her whole magnificent body. She stuck a finger down into the vagina opening, feeling the fleshy ridges which parted easily and allowed a second finger beside the first. She inserted a third finger, and massaged the relaxed and ready hole until she worked in the fourth and the tip of her thumb. It was like driving a wedge, but as she pushed she could feel the cunt muscle slowly yielding, so she continued to work her hand in a twisting motion until suddenly her cunt muscle grasped her wrist! She startled herself by inserting her whole hand deep into her own organ. She noticed that when she moved even a little, the lips of her cunt tugged at the flesh hood over her clit, massaging it and exciting her. She made a fist inside herself, and began a stroking action, her knuckles rolling along the vagina walls. She felt the soft pad at the back of her vagina, and was suddenly curious about her cervix. She had read about it and had seen drawings, but now her fingers were against it, and she would have a chance to touch it. Carefully she opened her fist and explored the interior of her cunt. It felt so different than the drawings showed that it took her some time to decide which fold or dimple was in fact the mysterious opening of the expandable birth channel into her uterus. She was surprised that there wasn't nearly as much feeling in there as she would have guessed. Jennifer used her fingernail to explore the depths of her vagina, but felt no scratching, just the movement. When her fingernail ran into a dead end of a fold, she would try another, and at she last found her finger spreading a dimple more than she had done with any of the others. She continued working the finger until it was gradually being encased in a tight little tube. Her own cervix was now tightly gripping her finger! She could feel that the narrow tube spread the further she went into it, and had completely buried her finger when she realized that her finger had entered her own uterus! The feeling was overwhelming, and she felt herself enter a long and continuous orgasm. Her face was flushed with excitement, and she didn't know how long she had been sitting there finger fucking her uterus while she was fist fucking herself, when Tony returned. He was startled to see his prize bitch sitting hunched over with her arm up her own cunt. My, God, he thought, what a magnificent find this American librarian has been! She was much more than he had imagined when he had first spotted her in that Copenhagen bar. She was proving to be the best bitch he had ever found and delivered to the Cruise Ships, and he saw the potential to make his mark with the Organization with this fabulous bitch. While he had left her alone, he had carefully arranged that the animal fight in the savage death pit tomorrow night would guarantee himself a high paying market for the cunts he abducted.