Jennifer could hear nothing else. Her brain was fevered as she felt the blade welded to his ball cup pressing deep into her throat. Slowly she got the picture. He had cut her open up the middle, then across the top and bottom sideways just like a singl She tried to vomit again, but the blade pressing hard against her neck made even that involuntary action impossible. It was pressing so hard against her throat that she could feel her wind pipe being choked off, and she was terrified she would smother to The four Roman soldiers returned to the pit, and two of them moved over to each of the muscular crucified women. Each pair of men had a spear, and to the delight of the audience they pressed the tips of the sharp spear heads into the cunts of the spiked The spears were carefully angled as they were pushed through the crucified bitches' bodies so that as they were slowly driven through their inner bodies they eventually emerged through their chest above the big breasts. The thrusts were fatal, and both of the women had blood trickling from their open mouths, but finally the screaming had stopped. Lucrecia was still alive and quivering in her horrible agony, hanging overhead from those impaling meat hooks. "SLAY THE BIRD!" As the soldiers again departed, their gruesome task completed, the big naked German did the unthinkable. He grasped Jennifer by her bare shoulders and sat her up! Her entrails slithered out into a heap between her wide spread legs. He reached into the wet pack of emerging gut and pulled out her uterus and ovaries, her stomach and her organs, so that the still functioning internal parts were outside of her gaping torso. In the heat of the death pit he had completely eviscerated the living woman! * * * * * * * To the audience's delight the beautiful vain bitch was being totally debauched on the floor of the death-pit for their entertainment. Unsatisfied with leaving her like this, the German man again reached inside her now hollow chest and grasped a rib right against the spine, and snapped it off with his powerful hands. He ripped the cartilage that held the other end to her breast bone, and pulled it right out of her. He held the bloody captured bone high above his head to display before the screaming crowd, and Jennifer fell backwards onto her back. He went back into her for another and another. Soon he had removed all of the still conscious gutted woman's ribs, so that her body was now much narrower. Incredibly, this horribly mutilated bitch was still able to excite the audience, mainly because she was still alive, and her remarkable big tits were still intact. "SLAY THE BIRD!" they all shouted with gusto. Tony slid out of his seat, knowing that the bizarre act would go on for at least another ten minutes before her torturer would allow the beautiful bitch to die. Tony had seen the most interesting part of the remarkable act, and was willing to miss the final brutal torture in favor of missing the crowds down in the 'do it yourself' torture rooms. He was confident that the quality of this gorgeous vain American cunt would ensure he got top price for the bitches he delivered to the cruise ship company from now on. He had delivered three other women to this particular German torturer, and although all of the slow killings were very different, he knew the big sadist would not finish his act by peeling Jennifer's living face off her skull, as he had done with one of the others. For some reason, he never de-boned and defaced the same bitch. That was okay by Tony who was sickened by the baring of the grotesque mask of bloodied bone with the naked eyeballs and grinning teeth. Anyway, the German had done well with the vain American bitch Jennifer. This was the kind of act the audience would never find in the sin basements of the underground theaters of Europe. The big German sadist sometimes finished the act and the bitch's life by jerking his hips forward and backward in a fucking motion, his big prick thrashing the air wildly and ejaculating thick gobs of his cum as the action forced the blade on his ball cup to slice through her neck, cutting his female victim's head completely off. The audience loved seeing this being done to the living disemboweled and partially de-boned women. Each woman was different, so each performance was different, and the entertainment always had something new to offer. Tony paused in the doorway to look back one more time, and saw the brutal butcher in the pit slicing off one of Jennifer's big breasts. Magnificent mammaries like that were made for the death pit, he thought, recognizing the excellence of his choice. The big German-- bitch-butcher had rolled the disassembled cunt onto her side so that her organs lay in front of her on the sand, completely exposed to the gore-crazed audience. Now the monster bitch killer was pouring kerosene all over Jennifer's exposed innards, and Tony heard the "whump" of ignition as the door closed behind him. He knew that there was not enough of the fuel to kill her, just enough to make a show of power, demonstrating total demonic control over another useless female bitch. The audience loved it. They had been waiting all week to see this vain bitch experience the total debauchery of her great body. Now she was getting it in spades. Overhead Lucrecia was still writhing on her meat hooks, dripping blood onto the brutalized bitch on the arena floor. The tanned muscular slumped forms of the crucified women were now providing their own spreading pools of blood on the white sand at the foot of their crosses, and even in death they provided a perfect frame to Jennifer's demise on the floor of the death pit. * * * * * * * In the passageway below decks of the incredible Danish sex show cruise ship, Tony bumped into a beautiful young woman with a remarkable figure who he recognized as a frequent passenger. She had always boarded the sex cruise ship alone. That was fairly rare, because an attractive woman alone could easily be mistaken for an entertainer or hostess, and on this particularly infamous ship, such women were permanent sex slaves. He had noticed her, not only because of her remarkable appearance, but also because she was often standing by the rail around the swimming pools and in the sex show theaters. He saw how much she was overtly presenting herself to the male passengers, who always appreciated her beautiful face and figure, which she displayed in revealing gowns or in skimpy but expensive bikinis or sportswear. He had last seen her wearing a minuscule designer swimsuit at pool side, and noticed that her tiny bikini bottom was damp between the legs before she had gone near the water. Not only were her breasts of generous firm proportions, but her flared pussy lips were almost more that her scant bikini could contain, and they peeked pertly around the narrow strip of tight material running through her crotch. He had noticed that she only frequented the violent sexual abuse shows, that on this ship knew no bounds. He assumed that she was a closet masochist, and that her frustration was that the men would focus their sadistic nature on the ample supply of gorgeous slave women that were featured in the bizarre sexual brutality, for which the ship was famous. Now she was dressed in a satin gown that hugged her sensuous curves and revealed ample glimpses of her softly tanned flesh. Her big breasts were pressed together and lifted to accentuate their size and tan, and there were large areas of exposed flesh around her stomach and exotic hips. He could feel his penis rising in his pants from just looking at her. He saw that she had not been in the theater to watch the beautiful arrogant American bitch Jennifer having the time of her life, being publicly tortured and disemboweled in the mini-coliseum down in the heart of the large ship. Being one of a small group of others leaving a small side theater, he realized she had been watching a display he had enjoyed on an earlier cruise, in which a buxom teen aged girl was hung upside-down by chains around her ankles, holding her legs wide spread. A thick metal electrode had been thrust into her tight virginal vagina, and the audience got the pleasure of working the big control arm that regulated the amount of electricity that would course through her dangling body, making her "dance" in agony. The amount of current available to be delivered to the heinous device buried deep in her vagina was gradually increased throughout the evening, until those who were really into it had taken up to ten turns at manipulating the joy-stick control. These people missing the spectacular show in the ship's infamous death pit were the hard core sadists, who had stayed at it until the girl had at last given up and she kissed off. The girl undergoing the prolonged electric shock torture had expired from actually being cooked inside by the heat they were generating over-heating the electrode buried deep in her cunt. Tony guessed that this gorgeous woman in the hallway had been a passive observer at the event, getting her kicks vicariously by identifying with the torture victim. "Good evening," he said. "Did you enjoy the show?" "It was incredible," she said, "God, the way she writhed! She was so sumptuous!" "Did you use the control to give the girl more pain in her womb?" he asked. "Yes, once, and it went through her whole body. It was wonderful. I made her heave, but not like the men, they were terrific." She held forward her slender feminine hand, for Tony to kiss. "My name is Angella." Tony took her hand, and raised it to his lips. He noticed that she leaned slightly forward, to give him a preferred view of the ample cleavage of her full round breasts. "How do you think she felt, Angella," he asked, "being totally exposed and helpless in the spotlight like that, with the people in the audience taking turns juicing her cunt with electricity?" "Oh God, it must have been something, being stripped naked and chained and hung upside-down like that, with everybody watching as the big plug in her pussy gave her such pain. Toward the end it actually smoked!" "Have you ever been on stage, Angella?" "Once, when I was in Junior High School," she answered. "I was in a beauty contest in grade seven, one of the science teachers organized it, and all of us in the contest had to go on stage wearing just a pink t shirt, panties and heels. It wasn't a real stage like in a theater, of course, it was just a small stage in the men's Lodge that the men's club organized for a Saturday night." "Was it fun?" "Sure. The t shirts were long enough, so we had to do a dance where we slipped off the panties. That was really sexy, and lots of fun. Then they sprayed water on all of the contestants, and our t shirts were soaked. You couldn't tell the wet pink t shirt from our skin. Our nipples stood out and everything. It was really sexy. "The best part was when we paraded around the stage and the cheap cotton shirts started to shrink. It turns out they had planned it that way. Pretty soon we were all squealing and laughing, pulling the front of the shrinking shirts down and trying to hide our privates, but it was impossible, so we gave up trying. "For the finals four of us had to be really daring. It was a kissing contest." "Did they make you kiss each other?" Tony asked. "No, We lay on a high table with our legs apart so they could all kiss us between the legs, kissing our pussies. French kissing. Every man in the whole club was a judge, and we had to please them all. And just with those crazy kisses." "That was some beauty contest," he said. "It was very embarrassing with everyone watching, with these older men kissing our cunnies, but it was also very exciting," she answered. "They gave us long kisses, and they used their tongues to excite our clits and to bore inside us, and it was so stimulating I moved my hips to kiss them back with my cunnie. They loved it. I didn't win the contest, but I got an A in science that term, and had my picture published in the club's news letter, holding my cunnie open with my fingers. They cut my head off in the picture, so none of them would go to jail if they got caught, but I knew it was me, because I was the only one asked to stay after the contest for pictures." "That must have been a thrill, to be in the spotlight like that," Tony observed. "The real thrill came when I discovered that sets of the pictures they took were being sold at the barber shops in the next county, and that they had left my face in the shots they sold. It all hit the fan about three weeks later, and six teachers were fired and had to leave town. There would have been a trial, but they knew the national press would have jumped on it, and ruined the whole town." Angella told Tony she had carried the nick name Angel since she was nine years old herself, when she had followed through on a shocking dare by letting a big dog fuck her in an alcove behind the school. The other girls and boys had just been kidding, but Angella was the kind of girl who wasn't going to be shamed by missing a chance to show the other kids that she was more daring than any of them. The kids had watched in fascination as their innocent and angelic virgin classmate had got to her hands and knees, slipped off her panties, raised her skirt and given up her cherry to the big hound. She had kept an angelic look on her face as the willing beast deflowered and runted into her, and the name Angel had stuck. As had her spirit for bizarre sexual adventure. It was no surprise to her grade eleven school chums that when the small ad was placed in the girl's washroom, advertising for girls to work in a secret sex club doing dirty acts, Angella went straight to the school office and called the temporary phone number, right in front of the principal. The senior educator didn't catch on to the suggestive conversation, even though there were several other girls standing around her giggling. That was the last day any of her friends saw her or the three others who went with her to see what it was all about. The four good looking seventeen year old girls simply left school and disappeared from that dreary town. Angella had used her body and her good looks to move ahead in life, working as a high class call girl and doing underground sex shows and videos. She had invested wisely, and had bought real estate with her considerable earnings. That had brought her to the point where she did not require performing degenerate sex acts on stage and on video to get on in the world, but as she became legitimate, she missed the excitement of the degeneracy she had sunk into as an innocent teenager. That was what had brought her aboard this European sex cruise ship, and now into intimate contact with the Italian stud Tony. "If you are interested in becoming an entertainer, Angella, I think I could help you do it, right here on this cruise ship, and at the same time introduce you to a little excitement as well." She feigned slipping, and grabbed his arm. He felt her large luscious tits press against his arm, and knew he had a live one here. This Angel Angella was a bitch that was ripe for the killing. Sex killing. Degenerate and violent sex killing. "Could you really get me into show business?" she said, purring. She had extra long red painted nails, and he noticed the revealing roll of the thin satin gown across her taunt tummy. She was in heat, and clearly ready for the brief burst of erotic fame he was about to offer her. "Yes," he said, "with the right contacts, training and exposure, you could soon have a very promising career in show business." She smiled and pressed her hip against his rearing penis that showed clearly through his pants. She told him another reason her name was Angel was because the men she slept with said that she was such a fox in bed that being inside her was like being in heaven. They went into his cabin to discuss how he could help shape her exciting future. * * * * * * * Jennifer felt her whole body glowing with the most extreme pain, worse than anything she could imagine, so she knew she was still alive. She saw the big German spurting his jism onto her face, and realized she was not able to blink. She had feared he was going to cut her throat with that monstrous blade on his ball cover, but for some reason he stood up and moved out of her field of vision. Then he was back, and he had big hooks similar to those holding the goose woman Lucrecia in the air, and he started digging them into her meat. She could feel them going into her through the fog of pain that was wracking her brain. She was sure she was now completely mad. The cables on the hooks were drawn tight, and she was lifted off the ground. She was dangling like the goose woman, but not as high. Then she began to move, and it struck her that the steel beams the winches were attached to were really rails. That must be it. She could hear the approving roar of the crowd as she as was moved across the arena to the big doors in the corner that swung open to receive her. As she moved she was swinging, slowly rotating, and as she passed through the opening she faced backward. In the arena she saw the big man posturing triumphantly to the cheers of the audience, and amazingly he was still ejaculating gobs of gooey sperm into the air from his monstrous prick. At his feet was a tangled pile of her own viscera, and she realized that in the horrifying haze of the extreme torture she had endured, she had been completely gutted! Jennifer got a single stroke of satisfaction as she saw the big German suddenly fling his knife up into the air, and the long sharp blade drove into Lucrecia's neck, effectively slicing through her gullet, cutting off her only source of air. Jennifer continued to rotate as the doors closed off the scene behind her, and she saw with fresh horror what awaited her. It was the maw of a giant meat grinder, and as she was stopped directly over it she managed another series of fresh screams. Stuck in the corners were a little girl's head, a woman's arm and foot, and bits and chunks of flesh that she knew had to be freshly killed woman meat. She recognized the head as belonging to the little Dutch girl. Below the heavy overlapping grinding bars she saw the dark water, and realized the remnants of the bodies dropped into the horrific machine would be deposited in the ocean to feed the fish. The grinders started to rotate and she was slowly lowered into the jaws of death. Jennifer managed once more to lift her head and scream so shrilly that she tore her vocal cords, and finished her last seconds in gasping silence, with only the sounds of the incessant grinders and the rushing consuming blood-stained water. The magnificent American librarian had provided the audience with a memorable evening of entertainment. The recollection of her spectacular sacrifice would fade in the ensuing weeks when new fresh stock of marvelous women with voluptuous bodies would wantonly parade their sexuality, then experience incredible debasement and a sadistic slaughter for the amusement of the paying customers. * * * * * * * Now that they were inside the luxurious private cabin, Tony moved a hand into the opening in Angella's gown at the base of her spine, and slid his hand down across her smooth buttocks. He felt the light film of moisture of her sweat in her ass crack, and used it to lubricate his finger. He pressed his middle finger between the firm buttocks until it found the tight starfish of her anus. Her full red lips curled up at the corners as he exerted a gentle pressure, and his finger found its way into the luscious twenty-four year old woman's tightly gripping fundament. Tony was impressed at how smooth and silky her colon felt, and he sensed that the grip of her rectum was more an embrace than an attempt to restrain his invasion and exploration of her most private part. He could feel a firm stool inside her, and he pushed it aside to plunge his finger in to its full length. He pulled out of her, and as he expected, the stout anal probe was slightly fouled. He held the browned finger out to her, and she obediently took it into her warm mouth to sensuously clean it. Angella smiled when she saw the bright red leather collar in his hands, with the chain attached. She and this handsome hunk of an Italian stud were on the same wavelength. She would become his personal slave, and would do anything to please him as he trained her to be the perfect slave. Even if he abused her. Especially if he abused her. She slid sensuously out of her sleek gown, allowing it to fold in a heap at her feet, then she stepped carefully out of it, being sure to present an enticing profile to Tony, who leaned against the wall, watching. She reached behind herself, undid the three clips in the strap, and freed her ample white breasts from the restraining brassiere. She unclipped her garter belt, watching Tony's reaction as he eyed her smooth tummy. She kicked off her spike heeled shoes, letting them fly into a corner. She peeled the dark but transparent nylons off her slender shapely legs. She slid sensuously out of her tiny sheer panties, revealing to his impressively cool and detached gaze the delicate flared petals of her tender pink vagina lips between the tight curls on her pubic mound. She stood submissively by the chains dangling against the wall, now completely naked and vulnerable to this incredible stallion of a man. She arched her attractive feet to stand up on her tip toes, flexing the well toned muscles of the arches, accentuating the excellent form of her long lean legs. She parted slightly her well shaped legs and moved her hips for him suggestively, enticingly, to make this powerful man show some form of arousal. He was unmoved, and showed her no positive response to her overt attempts at seduction. She thrust her pelvis forward with her knees slightly spread to reveal to him her aroused and open vagina. She crossed her slender shapely wrists, then she slowly and seductively raised her arms high above her head, so that her large soft breasts were lifted and gently squeezed together, mounding perfectly into the ideal targets for severe and terminal torture. Tony saw that the gorgeous bitch was ready. In Angella Tony had found the perfect replacement for the vain bitch Jennifer. "Train me!" she commanded. Tony smiled, and picked up his stiff braided leather riding crop. He would begin her training by testing the resilience of her tender meat and the pitch of her screams under the affliction of this stinging weapon.