* * * * * * * 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!"