* * * * * * * 

   Late the next morning, Tony took Jennifer to another small theater 
to watch another performance.  They sat in the audience, and she was 
startled to be treated as a real person after being handled like an 
animal the night before.  She was surprised again w 

   Jennifer was confused by the use of the cage, until the back door 
of the stage was opened, and a baboon was released into it.  The 
audience gasped.  The beast was highly sexually aroused, and its thin 
red penis stood up nearly a foot long.  This pretty li 

   The child twisted away from the animal, which inadvertently 
presented her tight round buttocks to it.  This was what the beast 
wanted, and grabbing her hips with its forepaws, it pressed the end 
of its penis between her legs, and suddenly it thrust with startling 
power, driving half the length of the long rigid prick up into the 
hairless primate's virgin anus!  

   Jennifer squealed with delight as the runting animal jousted with 
the naked girl, pumping its stiff rod further into her, until its 
balls were slapping her vagina in rhythm with its humping, and it had 
entered her to his full length.  The child was fully impaled on the 
beast's shaft, with both her rectum and her colon ruptured.  

   The girl was screaming her lungs out, and the wild beast was 
having its way with her.  Then it slid its penis out of her, and 
thrust the shitty end against the lips of her little pussy.  The 
audience gasped again.  The rigid sex organ was far to long for her 
to accommodate, and it would certainly rip right through her immature 
uterus.  That was exactly what happened.  

   The baboon, still positioned behind her, thrust its instrument 
into her little vagina, and her screams renewed as the head of the 
organ hit the back of her well.  With reckless abandon, the beast 
thrust repeatedly, hammering its partially inserted penis against the 
pad of her uterus, until at last the tender inner organ gradually 
gave way, and the long rigid shaft slid deep into her, sliding up 
into her guts.  

   With the child's strained vulva now gripping the base of his 
penis, the beast moved steadily toward orgasm.  Soon it reached its 
peak, and the runting beast ejaculated its semen through the child's 
intestines, jetting its sperm against her stomach.  

   As it humped into her, the beast clamped its jaws on the back of 
the little Dutch girl's neck, and it shook her violently, causing her 
lithe body to whip around, until it actually broke her neck.  The 
savage beast had totally mastered its human female captive, 
dominating her completely.  The brutal performance had lasted less 
than twenty minutes, but had made a strong impression on the guests 
who had been present to witness it.  

   * * * * * * * 

   Tony sat right up against the rail in one of the six hundred plush 
leather seats overlooking the large oval fight pit.  It was ten feet 
deep and twenty feet across and thirty feet long, with heavy plank 
walls and a floor of light colored sand.  The light sand was chosen 
because it showed up the bright red blood and gore that would soon 
cover it.  There were large doors in the walls through which the 
entertainers, animals and the staging crew could enter and leave.  He 
had been here for an hour watching with interest the preliminary 
acts.  

   A pretty little eight year old Norwegian girl had been stripped, 
raped and beaten by a trio of young boys.  Then the naked fifty pound 
girl was lashed face down to a small bench.  With this preparation 
the child was mounted and violently fucked by a three hundred pound 
hog.  The tight ring muscle of her gripping little vagina was quickly 
ruptured, and the excited hog's long knotty penis thrust through the 
child's uterus deep into her guts.  The weight of the runting animal 
then slowly crushed her to death as it shot its slimy spunk into 
her.  

   That was the preliminary act which was designed to amuse the 
people who had come early to get the best seats.  Only a few of them 
had witnessed the similar treatment of the pretty little Dutch girl 
earlier in the day.  They had come to witness the most degenerate 
offerings in entertainment, and would not be disappointed.  

   When the arena seating was nearly all taken up the warm-up act 
began.  A big wrestler fought an beautiful athletic teen-aged Irish 
girl with long flaming red hair and monstrous pair of freckle covered 
tits.  This was not designed to be a fair fight, but was clearly 
devised to be an entertaining execution of the big breasted girl.  

   She was a game young cunt, but was so outclassed that she did not 
have a hope from the very beginning.  To begin with, she weighed no 
more than one hundred twenty pounds, compared to the professional 
fighter's two hundred and fifty pounds.  She was totally nude, with 
only her small bare fists to fight with, while the wrestler wore 
heavy boots for brutal kicking, and he wore on his fists brutal brass 
knuckles.  It was explained that he needed these because he was 
trained as a wrestler, not a boxer.  

   The girl was so intimidated by the big professional wrestler that 
she lost her bladder control early in the fight, and continued to 
spray her hot urine into the sand until the battle was finished.  The 
two unevenly matched naked fighters had started fast by attacking 
each other with violent blows, hers bare fists bouncing off his 
muscular chest while his heavy metal covered knuckles battered and 
bruised her big bouncing breasts.  

   He also used his metal fists to block her blows.  This had a 
profound effect.  The burly wrestler had soon broken one of the 
girl's arms, then the other.  She fell back screaming, and he 
attacked her with the boots.  The metal lined soles of the big boots 
were devastating, and he quickly broke both of her legs with 
incredibly powerful kicks.  

   As she lay on her back writhing in agony he kicked her in the cunt 
so hard that his big boot sunk right into the crushed cavity.  He had 
then picked her up and wrapped his powerful arms around her chest and 
squeezed her so hard that he cracked all of her ribs.  

   Then taking one of her huge tits in both hands, he had lifted her 
over his head and swung her in a huge circle with such power that in 
the sixth arc, the teenager's fat mammary had twisted right off her 
chest!  He had finished her by swinging her by the ankles, smashing 
her head and beautiful face against the timber walls.  That violent 
bitch killing set the brutal tone for the lusty action to follow, as 
any good warm-up act should.  

   To set the stage for the feature fight between the wild animals, 
four large men dressed in the costume of Roman soldiers came into the 
arena.  They wore leather strap skirts that permitted their large 
erections to poke through.  They were wielding thick and coarse 
bullwhips, and used them to drive ahead of them the two muscular 
women with the huge breasts who had whipped the two girls unconscious 
and then had fought each other with their own whips.  

   The big muscle-bound women this time were completely naked, with 
heavy shackles and chains on their bare ankles.  These ingenious 
shackles were held tightly in place around their ankles by iron 
wedges driven into them.  Their large firm breasts appeared to be 
even fuller than Tony remembered.  The body marks from the whip fight 
of just a few nights ago were well disguised by the fresh welts being 
applied as they labored under the load they bore: each of the women 
was dragging on her shoulders a large wooden cross.  

   These very large crucifixion devices were made of six inch beams, 
the cross beam being seven feet long and the vertical post was 
sixteen feet long.  they were very heavy, and the muscular women were 
struggling to drag them on their shoulders.  There was clear 
indication that both of the rustic crosses had been used many times 
before, as the wood was roughened and perforated at the three 
critical points where many large spikes had been driven in and then 
later removed.  

   Following them all was a voluptuous woman in her thirties who wore 
a rough hemp smock with a hood, and carried the soldiers' large hemp 
kit bag on her back.  Even with the smock's hood pulled over her head 
Tony recognized his older sister Lucrecia.  She was the woman who had 
given Jennifer her gold clit ring.  He knew she must be getting near 
the end of her contract with the Organization.  

   She had been working on this ship for a couple of years.  Tony had 
got her the job.  He knew that staff women were only let into the 
acts for terminal discipline or because their contracts were up.  
With what they knew the staff women were never allowed off the ship 
alive, so they contributed their lives to the need of the show.  
There were no female members of the organization, and all of the 
women involved in the operation were necessarily expendable.  Now his 
sister Lucrecia had his interest, because he was sure she was going 
to kiss off during this performance.  She might be just a peripheral 
performer, as Jennifer had been in the act with the rape of the 
little Dutch girl, but that was unlikely this late in her contract 
and the cruise.  Tony smiled as he realized he would make an extra 
one thousand dollar commission with her death, if he had guessed 
right.  

   The naked muscular women bearing the crosses dragged them to 
either side of the arena, then dropped them on the earth covered 
floor beside six inch square holes in the deck.  The audience cheered 
as the soldiers produced heavy sledge hammers and huge spikes from 
the large kit bag Lucrecia had carried in.  There was no surprise as 
the women were laid stretched out on top of the crosses.  

   The first woman to be crucified was in season, with her menstrual 
blood dripping from her pussy lips, and trickling down the inside of 
her muscular and tanned legs.  She was laid down on top of the cross 
and held with her arms spread, her big tits sticking straight up, and 
she was brutally nailed through her wrists and overlapped feet to the 
heavy beams.  The sledge hammer was used to drive the wedges out of 
her manacles to remove them now that they were no longer needed.  
With the big nude bitch nailed in place, it took all four men to 
hoist the cross into the prepared hole in the floor, to stand it up 
straight.  

   The other woman was placed upside-down, with her muscular legs 
spread wide as spikes were driven through her ankles, nailing them 
firmly to the cross beam.  When the cross was raised she would hang 
head down by her wide-spread ankles.  Her wrists were stretched above 
her head and a big spike was driven through her overlapped palms into 
the long vertical beam, securely holding her arms in place.  

   Her manacles were also removed, and she flexed her beautiful 
tanned naked body in her agony.  The spikes were doing their job, 
holding her firmly in place.  When her cross was hoisted into the 
hole the two muscle-bound naked women with the huge breasts faced 
each other from across the arena, with one of then upside-down, both 
with excellent views of the proceedings.  Both of them were screaming 
harshly with more energy than had the young girls they had so 
severely whipped.  These bitches were real pros.  The voluptuous 
Lucrecia who had carried the soldiers' big kit bag was now stripped 
naked by the costumed men.  Her remarkable figure was even more 
voluptuous than the crude smock had revealed.  

   A dozen steel wires with large barbed hooks of various sizes were 
lowered from electric winches attached to the ceiling.  Three of 
soldiers held her while the other performed the delightful if painful 
work on the screaming Lucrecia.  One by one ten of the vicious hooks 
were embedded in the big nude woman's muscular meat while the other 
two hooks, which were much larger, were implanted deep into the fat 
of her big tits, pulling them out to her sides.  Two of the steel 
hooks were dug into her round buttocks, two more went into her lower 
legs just behind the Achilles tendon, and two were dug into her 
stomach muscles, hooking under her lowest ribs.  These brutal Roman 
soldiers were merciless.  Two others of the hooks went into the flesh 
of the woman's lean neck and up under her jawbone so that the ends 
emerged through her cheeks.  

   The final pair were dug into her upper chest between her ribs to 
catch on under her collar bones.  Tony had to use control not the 
ejaculate prematurely at the sight of his beautiful sister being so 
horribly and mercilessly pierced by the vicious meat hooks.  The 
wires were independently strung, and Lucrecia was carefully raised 
screaming off the sand and pulled up toward the ceiling, face down, 
so that she hung like a naked goose in flight, with only her arms 
free to flap in agony and to claw helplessly at the large hooks 
ripping her muscles and tits.  This beautiful bitch was going to die 
slowly and painfully as she hung suspended over the final and most 
spectacular act of the show.  She and the two crucified women were a 
perfect frame for the carnage that was to follow in the cruise ship's 
outrageous death-pit.  

   * * * * * * * 

   An hour earlier Tony had handed Jennifer over to the men who 
handled the entertainers, and they had done their jobs well.  As the 
four Roman soldiers exited, the huge wooden doors at either end of 
the pit of death opened, admitting at first the animals, which were 
straining at their gold chains, and then their startling handlers 
appeared.  Tony first saw the tiger, with its huge head, big paws 
with the sharp talons, and the distinctive stripes that strike fear 
into the heart of anything it attacks.  

   Being pulled into the pit on the other end of its chain was the 
imposing figure of the animal's handler, a powerful man in a bizarre 
costume.  He wore high black boots with flared tops just below his 
knees.  He had a large black studded belt around his waist and a 
loincloth that parted to allow his huge erection to stand free 
between the swinging strips of thick fabric.  

   He wore a bizarre mask and hood, with great red plumage attached 
to a broad band across the top, like a rooster's comb.  The animal's 
chain was wrapped securely around his powerful gloved arm, and he 
carried a long slender stiletto blade tucked securely in his belt.  
At the other end of the death pit a large wild boar lunged into the 
pit, jerking behind it on the gold chain the beautiful form of 
Jennifer.  She was dressed similarly to the man at the other end of 
the pit, except that her scant leather costuming was red rather than 
black, and her high cut boots had sexy high heels.  

   She wore no loincloth, only flaps of leather that dangled down 
from her low slung belt to sway in front of her otherwise exposed sex 
meat, topped with the shaved heart of pubic hair.  Her bizarre mask 
was that of a bird, the one that had hung grotesquely above the 
mirror in Tony's state room.  It covered her whole face, with only 
her ruby mouth visible under the large upper beak.  Like the muscular 
man, she was also armed with a stiletto knife as Tony had promised, 
tucked in her studded red leather belt.  This blade would be her 
first and only line of defense if one of the animals should for some 
reason turn and decide to attack her.  

   As Jennifer appeared through the gate the audience stood up and 
cheered her entrance.  She believed they were hoping she would give 
them another show like the remarkable demonstration they had 
witnessed last night, and she definitely planned to not disappoint 
them.  Tonight her head was clear, not influenced by the drugs, and 
she was ready to face another strung-up bitch and to entertain them 
all royally by butchering her.  

   What was really going on for the crowd was the knowledge that this 
was it, and they were going to see this vain bitch wearing the bird 
mask get hers in a spectacular way.  Yes, now the vain bitch was 
ready to get hers!  Every trip a woman was singled out as the main 
event performer.  It was always someone who richly deserved what was 
coming to her, and after a full week of watching the vain bitch 
develop, culminating in her butchering of the helpless innocent 
Italian teenager, they were ready to see this deserving cunt being 
given the ultimate treatment.  

   Suddenly Jennifer spotted the double crucifixion on either side of 
the arena, hearing for the first time the screams of the crucified 
nudes over the roar of the crowd.  Then she saw overhead the woman 
who had pierced her clit, hanging face down over the death pit, 
suspended in the air by those hideous hooks driven through her 
flesh.  Jennifer felt a sudden familiar twinge in her gut, and she 
now knew it was her body's statement of carnal excitement.  This was 
the real thing, she realized, and here she was right smack in the 
middle of it all.  These people led the way with total outrageous 
debauchery, with no quarter asked or given.  This was live and die 
entertainment, with nothing in between.  Tonight's event was so 
important that these three women were all going to die as a side part 
of the show.  Life in this pit really was very cheap, totally 
expendable, and she was going to play a central role in this decadent 
exhibition.  

   The doors behind them slammed shut, and the big animals stopped 
cold, sizing each other up for the impending fight.  The naked woman 
hanging by the hooks in her flesh overhead stopped screaming at the 
startling sight of the vicious animals facing each other across the 
narrow space of the pit, clearly outlined by a pair of spotlights.  
She had the perfect view of the proceedings which were unfolding 
directly below her.  Now the only sound in the arena was the snarling 
of the big cat and the grunting of the boar.  

   What Lucrecia was not able to see from her painful overhead 
position was the raging cock on the boar.  The woman who was 
crucified upside down had a perfect view, and thought that the boar 
might try to mount the tiger, it was so horny.  The tiger was a 
female, and carried her tail high, so that her big cunt was clearly 
visible between her lean but powerful rear legs.  The male wild pig 
had enormous tusks which jutted up from its powerful jaws, and with 
its erect tough hair mane, the smaller animal looked like a 
formidable foe for the tiger.  

   The wild beasts circled each other, and it was all Jennifer could 
do to keep the boar from pulling her off her feet.  The high heels of 
her sexy boots were not an advantage on this earth-covered floor.  
The man held the big female tiger in check with his powerful arms, 
and this allowed the boar to actually mount the big cat.  As Jennifer 
was dragged forward the wild pig actually thrust its big prick into 
the tiger's cunt and began humping into the restrained beast.  
Quickly the boar hit his violent climax, humping rapidly, and jetted 
thick gobs of its spunk into the roaring striped cat.  

   Jennifer looked around for the men with guns Tony had promised, 
and she was impressed with how well they were disguised.  The 
audience was being well protected from the sight of the necessary 
security for the entertainers.  She couldn't see any of the 
riflemen.  The cat suddenly reared up, and the boar fell off her, 
with its sperm still spurting from its thick penis.  As they had been 
instructed, Jennifer and the man now unclipped the chains on their 
beasts.  They took a cautionary step backward as the animals suddenly 
lunged toward each other, and the vicious death fight was on.  

   * * * * * * * 

   The bloody bestial battle was as fast as it was violent.  After 
only two minutes of preliminary testing attacks, the boar rammed its 
tusks into the side and belly of the big striped cat, and the tiger 
got its jaw locked onto the back of the boar's neck.  As it shook the 
boar to death by snapping its neck, it also caused the sharp tusks to 
slice its flesh and it shook out its own entrails through the gaping 
wound in its belly.  The two dying beasts collapsed on each other, 
almost as if they were in embrace.  

   The sudden finish of the extremely violent struggle was 
startling.  A hush filled the cavernous arena.  Surely the audience 
would not be satisfied with such a brief although shocking vicious 
and brutal entertainment, Jennifer thought.  The two ferocious 
animals, having both won and lost, were breathing their last, and the 
audience was suddenly screaming something she could not make out, the 
din was so loud.  The clean-up crew were in quickly, and dragged the 
quivering carcasses of the animals out of the ring, leaving only the 
smudge of blood and gore where they had fallen, and the man and the--
bird-woman.  

   They closed the heavy doors behind them, leaving Jennifer and the 
man standing alone in the pit.  The big man braced himself with his 
legs spread, and drew his knife.  The audience began to settle, and 
the din came into focus as it became a loud rhythmic chant.  With a 
sudden shock she could make out what they were shouting: 

   "SLAY THE BIRD!  SLAY THE BIRD!"  

   A stark shiver ran through her nearly naked body.  It was like a 
stab of ice that tightened her throat and chest, and froze her knees, 
locking her aggressive posture.  She was suddenly aware of the bird 
mask she wore.  Jennifer realized now what the real purpose of the 
night's entertainment was.  She was expected to fight this big man 
and cut him down.  

   The horror show the night before with the bound Italian teenager 
and the six year old girl had just been to prepare her for this.  She 
had deliberately been conditioned as a killer!  She felt the anxiety 
rising again in her gut, and decided she would give them what they 
had come to see.  This was her moment.  She would kill the man.  

   Jennifer put her hand to her knife, and slid it out of her belt.  
She also planted her feet wide apart and thrust her naked pelvis 
forward, exposing the flared lips of her cunt to her big and powerful 
male opponent.  She knew that if she were to survive this bizarre 
fight, she would have to get him thrusting low with his knife so that 
she could slash at his powerful arms, taking away his advantage.  So 
she instinctively presented her sassy cunt to him as a target.  

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"  the crowd shouted.  

   Slowly they began to circle, and as she moved under the suspended 
goose woman Lucrecia, drops of the bitch's warm blood splashed down 
onto her mask and bulging tits.  The man's circle was wider, and he 
was not spotted with the woman's blood.  He shouted at Jennifer in 
English, with a strong German accent: "I'm going to bath in your 
blood, bird-bitch!"  he shouted.  Jennifer felt her knees shake as 
she realized this was a real possibility.  He was much bigger and 
stronger than she was.  Her only hope was to beat him with her wits.  
Suddenly without any warning he lunged straight at her, slashing 
brutally at her large breasts with the sharp blade.  Unfortunately he 
stepped in the gore left from the animal fight, and fell flat on his 
back, missing her with the knife.  

   Quickly Jennifer dropped onto him, straddling his body and as she 
came down onto him she felt as if she were being impaled as his big 
erect penis drove up into her vagina.  She stabbed downward with all 
her might at his exposed throat.  At the last instant, he twisted 
aside, and in the same movement brought his knife down into her left 
buttock, slicing a deep gash in the ample curve of naked woman 
flesh.  

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"  the mob shouted.  

   Jennifer arched her back, screaming.  In that instant the knife 
struck again, ripping a vicious gash across the bottom half of her 
left breast.  Hot searing pain shot across her chest as pink and 
white tit meat dangled out through the wide gaping tit wound.  She 
was being fucked and butchered at the same time!  

   The bird masked woman jerked up off the impaling penis and leaped 
to her feet to avoid a third slash at her.  She now braced herself, 
crouching with wide planted feet as the big man got up onto one 
knee.  Seeing that her only chance was to go onto the offensive while 
he was off balance, she lunged at him, thrusting the knife at his 
masked face.  

   She quickly saw that the fight was a setup when her dull blade 
easily glanced off the man's hardened leather mask without even 
scratching its painted surface.  She needn't have worried about the 
knife, because the man's foot suddenly arched upward, kicking her 
wrist so hard that the knife went flying.  A fresh bolt of pain 
announced to her that her right wrist had been broken and was now 
completely useless.  

   "FUCK" she screamed, 

   "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!"  

   She was now disarmed and her main arm was now useless.  Her 
chances of survival had just dropped a thousand per cent.  She was 
going to have to use her brains to get through this.  Her opponent 
had a large head, but with a sloping skull.  She was certain he was 
her intellectual inferior.  The man now slowly circled her, carefully 
measuring her for his next blow.  She watched him move, carefully 
turning so that she continued to face him as he moved around her.  

   As he moved she recognized that she wasn't going to get at her 
knife, he was too clever to let that happen.  Her only chance to 
disable him would be to get her foot into his balls, and she'd have 
to do it fast, before he got in another stab at her with that 
devastating knife.  He was very strong, and handled the vicious blade 
well.  God knew if she'd survive another vicious stab wound from it.  

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"  The roar filled the arena.  

   His legs were apart to give him stability as he moved sideways, 
and this presented her with the perfect opportunity for a clean kick 
at his nuts, covered only by that slit loincloth that revealed his 
hugely arching erection, glistening obscenely from her own sex 
fluids!  Without warning, she suddenly kicked as hard as she could up 
into the man's exposed crotch, putting all of her energy into it, 
knowing that this would be her only chance to escape the death pit 
alive.  

   This was her one shot.  She expected it to hurt her foot, but she 
got a startling surprise.  It was almost as if it happened in slow 
motion.  Her foot went absolutely numb, and when she lowered it she 
suddenly and violently vomited.  The costume people had placed a 
heinous device to protect the man's testicles under the loin cloth.  
She had been brutally tricked by his costume.  

   It consisted of a steel cap that covered them, to which a sharp 
curved blade had been welded just below his cock, and with the force 
of her kick she had cut off her own foot just below the ankle, right 
through her high heeled leather boot!  The courageous bitch in the 
bird mask managed somehow to quickly get upright again, and she 
hobbled backward on the bleeding stump of a foot as the man advanced 
toward her with the knife.  In the center of the ring she stumbled 
and fell flat on her back, kicking her legs in the air to defend 
herself.  

   Curiously, her attention went to the form of Lucrecia hanging 
above her by the dozen meat hooks, and she saw the bitch was actually 
intrigued at what she was watching below her.  She hated the cunt for 
that, and hoped her death would be slow and extremely painful.  

   Blood spurted in the air from Jennifer's severed foot.  The 
fearless male fighter moved quickly around and away from the bird 
bitch's kicking legs.  He came down onto her over her head, plunging 
the long knife down into her lower belly.  The crowd roared its 
approval.  

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"  

   The chant was deafening.  Every trip there was some vain bitch who 
tried to outdo all of the other entertainers, and each trip the 
veteran patrons knew that in the final big show that bitch would 
receive her due, and this vain cunt had it coming in spades.  She was 
the one.  Now the bitch who had flogged her vanity for their 
entertainment was getting what she had been begging for, and the 
debauched audience loved every minute of it.  

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"  

   There was to be no mercy for this vain cunt.  

   The man ripped off his own loin cloth, her red leather belt and 
her bird mask, then sat over her so that the blade in his crotch that 
had taken off her foot was now firmly pressed against her throat, 
threatening to slice through the tender flesh if she moved a muscle.  

   He again plunged the knife into her lower belly, and with the 
cheering encouragement of the audience, began ripping it upward 
through her taunt stomach muscle, opening the steaming storehouse of 
her pulsing intestines.  

   Jennifer writhed in agony on the sand in the bottom of the death 
pit, deafened by the roar of the now wildly excited crowd in the 
stands.  This was what many of them had come on the cruise to see.  
The hot spotlights were trained on her, illuminating sensuously her 
slightest move for the enjoyment of the audience as the sharp 
stiletto blade cut up all the way to her rib cage and then on through 
the muscle above her big tits.  

   The vicious knife didn't stop until it had reached her throat.  
Then with horror she felt it begin to slice along her collar bones 
from shoulder to shoulder.  He was opening her up.  The pain was 
dulled by the raw horror, and she lifted her haunches to ease the 
extreme distress.  Suddenly the knife was plunged up into her 
asshole, then it cut up first on one side of her cunt right to the 
point of her hip bone, and then repeated the devastating cut on the 
other side.  The German prick had totally destroyed her beautiful 
asshole, and had cut her cunt free!  

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"  

   In the most bizarre form of cold-blooded and ruthless sexual abuse 
she could imagine, she was being butchered alive!  

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"