* * * * * * * Angella watched quietly and pensively, chained to her post alongside the others, naked and part of the decoration of the nearly empty sex show lounge. It was nearly noon, and most of the passengers were just arising for the third day of astoundingly bizarre entertainment. The dining deck was serving brunch, and only a few of the wealthy patrons were up to drinking at this early hour. The nine year old girl in the sexy high heeled shoes with her head tilted back, and the large burning candle held firmly in her mouth, walked between the mostly empty tables in the cruise ship's upper show lounge. The slender naked child moved carefully in the spike heeled shoes, not wanting to spill any of the hot wax dripping down the thick shaft onto her bare flesh. The pretty young girl moved directly over to the big German industrialist to offer her hairless little cunt to him, with the gold string dangling from it. The pretty young naked girl was his human birthday cake, and his surprise present was hidden deep inside her little womb. As she walked in the tight fitting high heeled shoes, the nude girl turned her head to look at Angella and the other girls and women chained naked to posts that lined the back wall and both sides of the lounge. A tear trickled down her tender young cheek, and she quivered with fear and embarrassment as she continued on toward the waiting powerful guest on the evil cruise ship. There were veteran resident entertainers aboard this special interest cruise ship, some with more than three months of experience, although in fact they were nothing more than captive sex slaves. Angella spent much of her free time chained to this post, masturbating her constantly aroused drug-enlarged sex organs while the other acts were rehearsing. There was a new high-potency drug that kept the user sexually stimulated. It was given to all of the captive female entertainers in their food, and they had no relief from their constant sexual drives. It was given in such high dosages that the girls who were not already, had become masochists, craving the sexual abuse they were subjected to nightly for the entertainment of the club's jaded patrons. In awe Angella had watched the nine year old birthday cake girl being "loaded" an hour before, and had masturbated by sliding her moist cunt up and down along the post she was bound to as she saw the girl's immature naked sex organ being lubricated, fingered, and then, amazingly, being completely invaded by the man's skilled hand. He had warmed the responsive little girl up so well that she gave little resistance as he amazingly worked his whole hand into her tight cuntlet until her tender vagina lips grasped his thick wrist. Angella bucked her hips up and down on the smooth wood of the post more urgently, excited at the sight of the man totally invading the sex organ of the small girl. She tugging against the ropes binding her and rubbing up her clit as she watched the man begin the next less pleasant part for the girl. He fingered the young girl's cervix, slowly and deliberately working the small opening until at last it began to relax and open, giving way to the persistent massaging. She felt a sudden jolt inside her gut when she saw the thick rod with the string. She had seen it used once before. It was about the thickness of a broom handle, and about four inches long, with a ten inch string attached. He was going to insert the heinous device up through the little girl's tight cervix into her immature uterus. There were three guys holding her down when the man thrust the brutal device up into her inner sex organ. Her scream echoed through the large room, and the little bitch surprised the man with the sudden reflexive kicking of her legs and she caught him in the jaw, knocking him back. The other men laughed and Angella quietly cheered for the young nude. She had got her shot in where most did not. It was the most she could expect, and he would have his chance at revenge. During the next hour the pain in her womb had diminished, thanks to the lack of complex nerves in the area. Angella had watched the naked young bitch being coached on how to move up to the wealthy passenger once he showed up, and to spread her legs in a sensuous way that he could not resist, and to offer him the string dangling from her open young twat. Now that the man had arrived, it was just a matter of her doing it. Angella was ready, the knot of anxiety growing in her gut as she watched the young girl spreading her slender legs and thrusting her pelvis forward, inviting the big wealthy German to take the string and pull it out of her. The girl with her head tilted back to hold the huge birthday candle in her mouth was so sexy looking that Angella was sure the guest could not resist her offer. Everyone in the ship's lounge watched with interest as they sipped their drinks, and enjoyed the naked masturbating females chained to posts around the lounge who would be entertaining them with their severe and violent sexual abuse later in the evening. The little girl carefully took the burning candle out of her mouth to speak, and Angella saw the hot wax sticking to her face and realized how much of the hot liquid had flowed down her cheeks and neck. The kid delivered the lines the others had coached her on. "Hi, handsome," she said, in perfect German. "They told me it was your birthday and I have a little surprise for you. I'm keeping it warm for you in my cunny." She opened her mouth wide and put the thick candle back into it. She was now up on her tip toes in the specially made high heeled shoes, her knees spread wide and leaning back so that she could thrust her pelvis with the naked open mound with the thin edged inner lips well forward. Angella admired the highly erotic nude form of the well shaped young girl with her lithe legs, narrow waist, round tight buttocks and hard nipples where she had yet to grow titties. The sight of the child was such a turn on that Angella was sure she was going to orgasm before the time was right. The man's curiosity was peaked, and he took the string, twisting it and wrapping it around his fingers until he had a secure hold on it. With his experience as head of a large and aggressive industrial male dominated organization, and with his attitude toward females, there was no way he would pull gently on the gold string, other than to set the child up for a major excruciatingly painful shot to her little cuntlet. If there were any chance he would be able to hurt the child by pulling her string, he would take advantage of it. The street smart little girl knew this. She leaned gently back, her knees spread, encouraging him to remove the thick plug from her inner sex organ, wanting to get the shocking pain over with. As she expected, he gave a couple of gentle teasing tugs, watching the look of anticipation and hurt on the young girl's face, then he gave a sudden hard jerk on the string. The naked child's uterus expanded, stretching the large stuffed organ to its limit in three micro-seconds, then her whole lower belly swelled out, bulging enormously before it blew wide open, with great chunks of her flesh and guts blowing outward as the small bomb detonated inside her. The big German celebrating his birthday was blown backward by the force of the explosion, and he landed on his ass on the hard marble floor. The other three men sharing his table were rolling in hysterics. "Happy birthday, Kurt!" they shouted. Kurt sat, his expensive suite ruined by the young girl's viscera and gore. He was not smiling. "You assholes, I could have been hurt!" he shouted at them. Then he realized that his three friends had paid him a special complement, in wasting the pretty young girl by booby-trapping her inner sex organ with the explosive to surprise him on his birthday. It really was a cute trick. His friends had known that the tough internal sex organ of even a young girl would absorb most of the impact of the small but lethal womb bomb. The explosives expert in the ship's stores and props room had guaranteed it. They were also sure the impact of the contained explosion inside the girl's womb and belly would knock Kurt on his ass, as they had intended, and it had worked much better than they had imagined. they laughed at the sight of the startled industrialist sitting on the floor, his face and front splattered with the blood and bits of flesh of the naked young girl's belly and sex organs. Two of the older girls who were almost twenty but were new sex slaves on the ship vomited, but Angella had seen enough of this kind of monstrous act to know that an unusual death for the girls was just part of the exciting life around the club, and she was starting to get turned on by the excitement. She realized that she was most turned on by the raw brutality of it all. Although the young girl's whole crotch was blown open, she was lying on her back with her small hips raised, bucking them and thrashing her arms as if still in orgasm from a huge power fuck. Angella realized that this was just her muscle reflexes, and that in fact the kid was dead. Still, there was something she found exciting in the way the small naked female carcass continued to twitch as the two male waiters walked over to her, dug the big meat hooks deep into her flesh and dragged her across the floor and out to the back of the bizarre ship's show lounge. She had never discovered where the dead girl meat was taken, and God knows she had seen enough of the totaled bitches being dragged away to that back door, but she had no idea of what lay beyond it. That didn't seem to matter too much anyway, because before the violent sexual entertainments were completed the girls were either dead or were such damaged goods that it didn't matter about them any more, and that was that. Angella well knew that she was some day going to share their fate, and she faced this certain future with resignation. She remembered back to that fateful day she had met Tony, and he had taken her under his control. The influential procurer of women had seduced her with his charm into revealing her masochistic bent, and he had that night made her into his slave. She remembered with relish the way Tony had chained her to the wall as she willingly stood beside the heavy bright steel chains, and had teased her naked flesh with the beautiful cat of nine tails whip. He had gagged her with a tight ball gag, which forced her to contain her screams as he totally mastered her. This was the action she had craved, and he had given her the time of her life, teaching her more about pain and submission that she could have imagined possible. He had left her alone, and had then come back and taken her into his bed with him. He had done something she had always considered vile, and found painful, but had made a large part of her living at, and that was forced anal intercourse. Without comment or lubrication, Tony had rammed his huge penis into her tight rectum, and had twisted around so that he lay on his back, with her lying naked on her back on top of him, anchored to his enormous root. That was when the woman had entered the room, and while Tony butt fucked her, the woman painfully pierced Angella's lovely vagina with a thick gold ring, and permanently clamped the heavy ring closed. Angella had screamed, and Tony had squeezed her large breasts so hard that she could not feel the pain in her cunt. He had used such force with his powerful fingers on her breasts that there were dents in the big mammaries for two days afterwards where he had so brutally squeezed them. He had given her up to the ship by delivering her to the sex club, a lounge in the club were women were abused through abnormal sex acts. She had been brutally fucked on stage by men with studded rings on their penises, that gave her pain in her vagina and anus as she was violently raped in front of the cheering audiences. She soon graduated to violent sex acts with large animals, including an Irish Wolfhound, a three hundred pound hog and a trained gorilla, that liked to painfully mash her big breasts with its rough hands while it humped its thick penis into her abused asshole. She was given no amenities or privacy, and after three of the weekly cruises, she had been effectively reduced to an obedient sex slave. When she was not being used and sexually abused on stage, Angella was usually chained to her post at the edge of the theater, where customers could examine and probe her sex organs. She was such a beautiful young woman that she attracted both the men and women passengers. They used lengths of varnished rods with rounded ends cut from broom handles, and thicker lengths cut from shovel and ax handles, which were provided to the clients to freely probe the most private parts of the chained women. At last Angella's internship was over, when Tony came for her. She was unchained, and was given a complete set of clothing to wear, including an attractive low cut evening dress. She was taken by Tony to one of the small gambling theaters, where she and four other equally attractive women were introduced to the gamblers, and were treated to drinks at the small bar. They were all strikingly beautiful, and they all had long beautiful hair. The gamblers asked the women questions about their physical education, athletics, and as they talked they examined with an unusual interest the five gorgeous ladies' large firm breasts. After a congenial time visiting with the interested gamblers the women were taken to meet the ship's Program Development Officer, who was responsible to come up with the fantastic female torture entertainments which were the feature attraction aboard the ship. The man was developing a new game for the gambling deck, and he was about to test in before a live audience of gamblers. The women that he had used to design a new harsh contest were in no condition to participate in the premiere, because they were all being treated or were recovering in the ship's hospital. Because it could be so damaging, the game required a set of fresh women participants be used in order for it to be properly introduced, and Tony agreed that the harsh treatment would be valuable at this stage of Angella's education. The five gorgeous women were taken into the special harness room, and the quintet of remarkable feminine creatures were asked to strip naked. They were all sufficiently advanced in their obedience training to comply without question. When all five of them were naked, Angella noticed that three of the other young women also wore thick gold rings pierced through their vaginas, and that the one with the largest breasts did not, which was unusual, because she thought the vagina ring was the mark of the slave girl on this ship. What Tony noticed was that all of the remarkably beautiful women had conspicuously large breasts. This indicated to him that the stunning young women's breasts were going to play a predominant role in the gambling event. The strikingly beautiful bitches were each given a pair of red spike heeled shoes to wear, and Tony admired their naked forms as the bent forward to put the shoes on. Their long hair was braided into a tight French braid by young female attendants. This was common among the long hair female slaves on the ship, because it was feminine in appearance while keeping their hair from interfering with views of or access to their upper bodies. Once all of them had their hair was done, they all had their arms bound tightly behind their backs, although they complained bitterly at the severe treatment. Most of their complaining was because they had no idea what was about to happen to them, and they knew that it was safe to complain, as long as they were not observed doing it in front of the patrons. Four of the gorgeous girls, including Angella, had wire loops placed over their breasts, and these were tightened severely, so that the large mammaries of the naked women bulged obscenely, like over filled balloons. A second short stout wire with clips on either end was attached to the tit binding hoops, joining them, and dangling freely between the bulging mammaries. A third longer wire with a similar clip on each end was brought up through their cunt rings, and was clipped to the wire strung between the woman's breasts. The wire through the cunt ring dangled to the floor, and a couple of feet of it lay between the wearer's legs. The clip on the dragging end allowed it to attached to something. Tony could only guess at the intent of this bizarre wire bitch harness, but he was sure that it would mean severe stress for their bound tits and probably for their cunts as well. To complete their decoration, the four were fitted with tight ball gags, which were so large that they had to be jammed between their teeth, stretching their jaws to the limit. Tony was impressed with the simplicity of the functional design of the painful wire harness, and its potential for doing severe damage to the four lovely women. The fifth woman, a luscious twenty-two year old who's name was Madeline, was not gagged, nor were her breasts cinched with the tight wire hoops, as were the others. She was the one with the largest breasts of all of them. She had steel cuffs placed on her ankles, with a small ring welded to each of them. She also, like the others, had her arms bound together behind her back. The five large breasted young women were taken through a doorway which was so low that they had to bend over to get through it. Tony left the harness room, and went into the adjoining gambling theater. The five girls were in a central pit, with seating on three sides. The pit was three feet deep, with vertical walls that came up to the floor level of the seating area. There were three rows of comfortable padded seats, with each row elevated a foot above the row in front of it, ensuring a full view of events by all of the forty people the small theater would accommodate. A numeric key pad that looked much like a pocket calculator was set in the armrest of each seat, so that the gamblers could enter their wagers, which would be flashed on a screen above the pit. Central on the electronic wall display was a large tally board, framing an electronic digital clock. The floor of the pit was varnished hardwood planks, and the sides were made of vertical strips of angle iron, fitted with long sharp barbs, which would discourage the bitches from attempting to escape. Two burly and naked body builders, with their enormously muscled bodies and long erections and swinging balls oiled, and their body hair shaved or neatly trimmed, took control of the five naked women. The young woman who's breasts had not been bound was laid on her back on a small skid, of the type used by mechanics to work under cars. Madeline's tightly bound arms were pinned beneath her, and were useless for defense or to help her escape her desperate situation. She screamed in terror as the two burly bitch handlers brought forward a heinous looking steel device and laid it on top of her. It consisted of a two foot long and four inch thick pointed shaft, with the point nestled into the folds of her vagina. From the base of the shaft there was a jig device that came forward and rested across Madeline's soft belly. This supported a cross piece, that had a pair of foot long tapered shafts three inches wide at the base, and pointed upward toward the base of each of her large breasts. On each end of the cross piece was attached a fastening ring, similar to those on her ankle cuffs. The gamblers quickly saw that the ingenious device would, with the unwilling assistance of the other women, impale Madeline's big breasts and her vagina, with the vagina shaft capable of reaching right up to her heart. The four tit-bound bitches were positioned two at either end of her, and with their backs turned to her. The clips from the wires dangling between the legs of the two at her feet were fastened to Madeline's ankle cuff rings. Those of the two at her head end, which included Angella, were attached to the ends of the cross brace. The four standing women were instructed to move forward, until the slack in the chains was taken up. The wires pulled tight in their flared cunts, which served as tender lubricating bearings for the taut wires. The beautiful nudes were now like a team of work horses, whose task was to horribly impale Madeline with the monstrous device. The wires pulled severely down on the breasts of the standing- horse-bitches, and the three shafts moved upward, the long one sliding into the cunt of the bitch lying on the cart, while the points on the two shorter shafts pressed painfully against the base of her large breasts. As they stood there, realizing what they were required to do, the four horse bitches quivered in anxiety, and two of them lost bladder control. The air conditioning was sufficient to handle the odor, which only faintly reached the cheering audience of gamblers. The pit boss was regaled in a red velvet coat with tails, a high hat, and black pants and knee length black leather boots. He used a wireless microphone, although one was not needed for the intimate surroundings of the tiny theater. It lent an additional sense of total authority to his booming voice. He told the gamblers that the four bitches would be fighting the clock. Their task was to drive the long shaft into the prone woman's cunt right to the hilt, and that they would experience severe whipping of their asses, legs, and backs as they pulled, to encourage them to complete the rigorous assignment as quickly as possible. As the shaft sunk deeper into the cunt and on up into the belly of the lovely prone lady, the shorter shafts would of course be driven up through her big breasts, with the sharp points eventually emerging through the tops of her tits. The horse-women would unwillingly impale the helpless Madeline, and they could do nothing to prevent it. The design of this violent new sex sport was brilliantly simple, and by featuring the shocking abuse of gorgeous young women, and the likely termination of one of them, the event was sure to be a winner. As an added incentive to the burly men with the whips, should Madeline survive the contest for five minutes, she would be released, and the split cane whips would be used on their testicles. This was, after all, the kind of ship that provided some entertainment for everyone, and there were more than a few aboard who would be entertained by the sight of a hulking set of male genitals under attack. Clearly the luscious bitch stretched out on her back on the small mechanic's dolly was not going to survive this contest. The other four women were going to experience severe breast stretching, as well as possible damage to their ringed cunts. All of this in addition to the severe whipping they were going to experience. As long as it took enough time to unfold, and was not completed too soon, the new event was certain to be a real cock jerker or clit tickler for the mixed group of sex show gamblers. There were three objectives for the gamblers to wager upon. The betting was on whether sweet Madeline, with the remarkable boobs, would be alive and conscious when the twin shafts emerged through the tops of her huge soft breasts, on how long it would take for one of the other four bitches to rupture a breast from the strain of pulling, and on how long the other four would take to drive the long shaft into Madeline's cunt right up to the hilt. The naked women in the gambling pit remained motionless and poised, shaking in uncontrolled terror in their high heels, binding wire and stark nakedness as the bizarre form of wagering proceeded. The gamblers took their time to inspect the beautiful female flesh in the pit, "Fresh Cuntmeat on the Hoof", as the pit boss called them, and it took more than ten minutes for the wagering to be completed. Suddenly the big timing clock started, and the two male bitch handlers lashed out at naked woman flesh with the vicious split canes. The four bound cunts bolted, and the shaft assembly moved upward on Madeline with such force that the twin foot-long shafts broke into the tender meat of the prone bitch's big tits, and the shaft between her legs lunged deeper into her, and pressed firmly against the back fleshy wall of her cunt. The high heeled shoes were not ideal for hard work, particularly of this nature, and the young women struggled to pull as the spike heels slipped on the smooth hardwood floor of the gambling pit. Their struggle added to the excitement and eroticism as the naked ladies flexed their muscles with the exertion that tugged violently downward on their big bound breasts and jerked the taut wire through their steaming cunts. Madeline screamed at the excruciating pain, expressing the horror the other four could only moan and drool out through the tight fitting rubber ball gags. The split canes lashed out viciously against the bare backs and buttocks of the gagged naked horse girls. As they strained in their high heeled shoes, the wire through their cunt rings dug deeply into their vaginas, and pulled down hard on their bound tits. The effect of the added strain on the already highly stressed tits was incredible. They turned deep purple from the added pressure, and the veins stood up so high that they cast shadows. The tortured mammaries were also pulled down over the edge of the horse women's rib cages, and the bulged round ends of the squeezed boobs pressed against their tummies. The extra strain of their extra effort also dug the tight wires deeper into the fleshy slits of their pierced and ringed cunts, causing them to flare and swell out. Tony had his hand in his pocket, handling his rigid prick with a practiced stroke. He accelerated his tempo as the canes slashed and tore at the bare ass flesh of the four horse girls, and the rigid steel shafts dug deeper into the cunt and breasts of the helpless woman on the dolly. The big timing clock on the wall registered one minute had elapsed. The bitch Madeline lying on the dolly was tougher than she appeared. Tony was not sure if it was her breasts or her uterus that was providing the resistance, but the horse girls were taking a terrible beating from the canes, and their tortured breasts were taking an horrific stretching as the tortured bitches struggled to dig the shafts deeper into the screaming girl's sex meat. The small crowd of gamblers was shouting encouragement to the men with the whips, and they gave their hearty approval to the bizarre and incredibly cruel gambling contest. Suddenly the strategy of the two male bitch-handlers changed, and they brought the their rigid split canes viciously up between the straining legs of the tit-bound horse girls, brutally attacking the delicate and sensitive meat of their tender cunts. The four cunt-battered bitches jerked their crotches forward, tightening the wires even further. The effect was to yank violently downward on their own bound and severely strained tits, as well as to jerk the metal shafts further into the meat of the impaled bitch on the small dolly. Now the blows rained mercilessly up into the sweating cunts with the strong wire running through them. The jerking response was equally damaging to the bound breasts of the horse women and the impaled woman. The big clock reached two minutes. It was clear that the shaft in her womb was causing her extreme distress, digging through her cervix and into her uterus, and threatening to thrust further into her with every blow of the vicious whips on the horse girls. She writhed deliciously in her severe agony. The twin shafts thrusting deep into her breasts were making headway, with more than eight inches of each of them buried in her the fat round mammaries. The tops of her big tits were now being poked upward from the inside, and it appeared that it would just be a matter of seconds before they broke through the upper surface. Madeline's screams verified that she was alert and healthy, judging by her ability to generate ear splitting shrill screams with each tug by the whipped horse girls. She was sustaining some internal damage now with the incessant thrusting of the steel shaft in her womb. The big clock now registered three minutes. With an abrupt shrill ear-piercing scream she announced that the heinous device had penetrated through the walls of her uterus, and the sharp tip of the steel shaft had thrust its way up into her bowels. Now the gambling party was getting rough, and the gamblers saw that the life of the gorgeous young woman lying on the mechanic's dolly on the floor of the pit could be measured in minutes. The angry red welts across the asses and backs of the legs of the horse girls were beginning to split and weep blood as the severe split-cane beating continued. Blood was also dripping from a couple of the cunts from the severity of the merciless whipping. Suddenly the tops of Madeline's big beautiful breasts bulged up severely, driven by the points thrusting inside them, and with a synchronized effort with the caning on the four lady asses, the impaling device was jerked upward, and the tips of the twin steel shafts burst through the tops of the screaming bitch's big tits. The clock read three minutes and forty-five seconds, and Madeline was still alive and alert. There was a cheer from the gamblers who had wagered on her surviving to the time of total breast impalement. Gushes of her blood splashed over her shoulders, and her fully impaled tits were pushed upward with the continuing pressure from the cross bar at their base. Now her blood was also leaking from her vagina, and spilling onto the polished hardwood planks of the floor. The clock had reached four minutes. The rigid split-cane whips again found their way between the spread legs of the straining horse girls, and they renewed quickly their efforts. Now that the Madeline's breasts were punctured and no longer offering any resistance, the shaft in her womb made more progress. Madeline was given a brief respite as the horse girls were instructed to kick off their high heeled shoes. They did this gratefully, and then the split-cane whips came down on the tops of their stretched breasts. They leaped forward, leaning into the stout wires, with their bare feet providing a much better grip on the varnished floor. The extra pull caused even further stretching and ballooning of their bound breasts, and blood started to dribble from the enormously bulging nipples. The effect on Madeline was direct and devastating. The thick shaft in her womb thrust deep into her like a sword. The tip of the steel shaft lunged through her stomach, and with a jolt forward, it perforated her diaphragm. The gamblers watched in delight as the thick base of the shaft rammed up firmly against her bloodied cunt as the tip inside her drove up between her lungs into her heart. Madeline's incredible screams of agony and horror were abruptly arrested. Her head was thrown back, her eyes bulged, and fresh blood gushed from her nose and mouth. The big clock stopped at four minutes, thirty-seven seconds, but the horse-women were forced by the mercilessly flailing whips to continue pulling. With the triple shafts of the incredible impaling device sunk to their full depth inside her, the dead bitch in the center of the pit was not going to yield further, so the only progress possible was further elongation of the four beautiful horse-women's painfully bound and stretched breasts. The contest would not be completed until one of the eight bound breasts ruptured. The barefoot bitches pulled and strained, driven by the incessant lashing from the split-cane whips. The meat on their battered buttocks was split and bleeding, and their big bound boobs were now stretched down past their navels. The gamblers were all masturbating wildly and shouting insults at the arm, mouth and tit bound bitches pulling desperately against each other and against the triple impaled carcass of the lovely Madeline. The lovely young women tugged and jerked at their bindings with all of their might, attempting to end the horrifying and excruciatingly painful abuse by the split-cane whips to their backs and buttocks. They were a remarkable sight, and the gamblers cheered on their efforts. Suddenly it happened. The lovely woman straining beside Angella gave an extra heave in response to a blow by a whip to her cunt, and both of her breasts virtually exploded. A spray of bloody tit-meat splattered down across the varnished floor of the gambling pit, and with her breasts now free of the binding wire, she flew forward against the wall of the pit, smashing her beautiful face and skull against the barbed angle iron on the pit's solid steel wall. With one woman suddenly breaking free of her bonds the hard way, the other three were abruptly off balance, and they fell to the piss and sweat slicked floor. The atrocious game was over, a complete success, with two of the naked female entertainers dead, and the other three in very rough shape. Tony returned to the harness room, and waited for the three surviving bitches to be brought in and unharnessed. He was surprised that two dead women's carcasses were also brought back to the harness room, but he realized that the harness and shoes that they wore had to be retrieved as well. He gave a hand to help remove the impaling device from the still warm body of Madeline, and he was impressed at how erotic the effect of pulling the thick metal shaft out of her flesh was. Her cunt seemed to grip the metal for all it was worth, and her big tits were pulled beautifully out of shape. Both of the dead women had steel hooks driven through their ankles, and they were hoisted upside down to hang from an overhead rail like sides of beef. The Program Development Officer told Tony that because of the traumatic nature of their deaths, the bitches would both make suitable consumable meat, so they would be moved by the rail to the ship's butcher shop, where they would be eviscerated, halved, and hung for a suitable time in the refrigeration unit. They would eventually show up on the ship's menu, but not in recognizable form. Only cunts and breasts usually showed up so they could be identified as human parts, and both of these women had their organs mutilated in the sport. A skilled chef might be able to salvage Madeline's vagina for display, and because she had not been whipped, her shapely hips, thighs and sex organ might show up as a special double hip roast. This was the special feature dish usually presented on the closing night of a cruise, with the neck of a champagne bottle sticking out of the anus. It was always a hit with the guests, who claimed it was more delicious than fresh venison, and much more appealing on the platter.