* * * * * * * 

   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.