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                             THREE LADIES AT SEA:
     THE DEBAUCHING OF JENNIFER, ANGELLE, AND CHARLOTTE ON THE DEATH SHIP

                                   by DANTE

PREFACE

Throughout the recorded history of man there has been an ongoing fascination
with the nude female form, in its erotic response to abuse, and a primal
desire to see naked females undergo severe debasing torture.  There are
hundreds of examples of cultures that openly practiced the sexual debauchment
of women on a regular basis.

Drawings on the walls of caves clearly indicated that the breasts and pubic
mounds of captured women were a delicacy, eaten directly from the living
victim.  In Ancient Mesopotamia a new Queen was selected each Spring, and the
incumbent and her entire court of attending maidens were stripped, raped and
then slowly impaled on huge stakes, with one end  driven into the ground and
the other end into their puckered rectums.  The naked queen and her screaming
female attendants died a slow, painful and degrading death in the public
square of the ancient city, on the sight of the modern Baghdad.

In Sodom and Gomorrah, the houses of prostitution were noted for the "Butcher
Block" diversions, in which beautiful small girls were impaled through their
assholes on the long penises of muscular men, and in this position they were
tortured, severely pierced, and then limb by limb were slowly dismembered to
the howling delight of the drunken patrons.

While captured naked women were attacked and slaughtered in the Roman
Coliseum, under the stands patrons could, for two copper coins, take a whip
with sharp metal barbs embedded along its length to the naked flesh of a
voluptuous bound woman for ten blows.  This type of treatment was very popular
and is well recorded.  One scroll documents a big woman who survived twelve
clients before succumbing to the cruel attentions of the thirteenth.

The dark ages are rich in examples of beautiful young maidens disappearing
forever into the torture chambers of huge castles.  Knights would often raid
villages and farm houses for the wives and daughters of helpless peasants to
briefly populate the underground pens beside the torture chambers, to enjoy
the screams of others until it was their own turn.

Beautiful busty Ladies of the Court who populated the lavish castles could
quickly fall from grace on a whim when the Lord of the castle thought of a
diversion of horror for her.  During the cold and blustery winters, the warmth
of subterrestrial torture chambers with their pits of flaming coals with their
glowing branding irons, and were often the center of entertainment and
diversion.

It was not unusual for hundreds of females to be absorbed into a single castle
over a winter.  With hundreds of such castles throughout Europe, the
prodigious reproduction of the peasants kept the forest villages well stocked
with live bitch meat for these terminal torture sessions.

In modern times, often those with the power to do so have set up money making
private situations in which the very wealthy can witness the most bizarre
exhibitions of attractive young women being brutally and often terminally
tortured.  These highly erotic and exotic entertainment killings are usually
filmed or video-taped for distribution on the very profitable snuff video
market.

The sex cruise ships that sail regularly from Scandinavian countries offer
such an opportunity, by taking the debauched passengers safely away from the
eyes and jurisdiction of laws and presenting for their entertainment the acts
of horror they are both willing and anxious to pay for.

The beautiful young girls and well built women brought aboard as
"entertainers" are exposed to the horrors of sexual violence acts designed by
the most infamous minds of the crime organization that control the ships.  The
beautiful and shapely female victims are raped, beaten, whipped and tortured
in the most heinous carnal exhibitions ever devised.  The acts are carefully
devised to incorporate eroticism and horror in a delicate and enchanting
Balance.

The eroticism is the prime motivator.  Sexual craving is the driving force,
and raw sadistic blood-lust permits the acts to be carried through to their
horrendous catastrophic (for the participants) conclusion.  Violent death is
the only possible ending for the beautiful women and lovely young girls who
participate in the debauched entertainments on these evil cruise ships.

It was on such a ship that Jennifer now found herself.

Jennifer had chosen Copenhagen because she had read a book in the library
where she worked in Ohio that described the bizarre Danish sex shows for the
tourist who knew where to look.  She expected to find her thrills down some
dark ally, through a door beyond the reach of the street lights.  She had
never been to Denmark  before, and had never heard of the special sex show
cruise ships on which absolutely anything goes.  These were a purely European
phenomenon, and had flourished since their inception in the early twenties,
the flapper era when skirts were short, morals were loose and the law forbid
both sex and gambling.

The first of these ships had begun as a floating gambling den, operating
outside the jurisdiction of the laws of the European countries from which it
sailed.  The popular idea had quickly caught on, and with a hiatus for the
Second World War, they resumed activity in 1946, with a different objective.
There had been a shift in moral laws, allowing gambling, but with much more
restrictive laws regarding sex, particularly explicit female abusive acts, so
the cruise ships soon became the home of stern sexual entertainment.

The style of entertainment aboard the ships had kept ahead of the legalization
of sexual entertainment in Northern European countries, so that when liberal
laws permitted staged fornication in night clubs, the ships that were to
survive kept their audiences by featuring real torture.

Among the common entertainment tortures one could easily find being performed
in a public club were whipping and flogging, the use of hot candle wax,
painful flesh clamps, and piercing of the breasts, vagina, and any tender
flesh with long sharp needles.  Some clubs were more creative, and performed
more adventuresome acts on the bound ladies such as anal extension to the
point of rupture, belly-swelling enemas, and vagina stuffing with a wine
bottle, which would then be shattered, to the cheering of the audience.

Any females could be tortured, as long as they signed a release, permitting
the club and its employees to do as they saw fit to her once she was bound.
Sometimes young girls could be enticed into signing for just for the kicks,
and others would sign in return for drugs, but most often the releases were
penned by girls with a gun at their head or a knife at their throat.  The
single inhibition to the popular club sport was a law that female subjects
could not be permanently mutilated.

This restrictive law had followed a long and highly publicized court case, in
which a club owner was fined three hundred dollars for allowing an employee to
burn off the nipples and clit of a sixteen year old entertainer.  Although the
beautiful young girl had signed a release form permitting unrestrained
physical abuse, the inexperienced young man working her had become carried
away during the torture performance by the vocal encouragement of the cafe's
rowdy customers.

Another case was dismissed when the club operator successfully argued that
when he burned holes with a glowing cigarette through the inner labia of a
fifteen year old entertainer in his club, what he did was similar to what she
had done to her ears with a hot needle when she had them pierced.

Another owner was successful in his case when it was clearly demonstrated that
the broken nose, arm, and cracked ribs of a twelve year old girl who had
agreed to a fight naked with a professional boxer were not permanent injuries.
Although the child was much too young to be a client in such an establishment,
there was no provision in law to prevent her from entertaining there.

When the underground live torture dens became common in the Scandinavian
countries, in order to keep ahead of the game, the ships' operators had to
provide much more violent brutality.  They introduced a new variation, in
which naked little girls in erotic body decorations were used to serve liquor
and food, and within a year even these innocent children were, by popular
demand, incorporated into some of the violent sex acts.

Naked children being subjected to bizarre and brutal treatment remained a
popular feature, but soon the competition became so fierce that the acts of
sexual violence proceeded to the ultimate limit.

No female entertainers went willingly onto the cruise ships, because they were
reputed to be far too rough, and there was a rumor that women who went aboard
as employees never left the ship alive.  None of it was ever proven, of
course, but the operators engaged special recruiters to provide female sex
slaves to stock their holding pens, and the professional procurers delivered
only the best prime cunt meat in all of Europe.

By the mid-eighties there were three ships sailing weekly out of Copenhagen
which were equipped with large grinders for the safe disposal at sea of the
bodies of victims of their more extreme sexual entertainments.

It was on one of these evil and exciting ships that Jennifer now  found
herself.  She had not been told the full nature of the ship's operation.
That's why she was not prepared for the kind of exciting down and dirty action
that she found on board this bizarre sex show ship cruising through
international waters, beyond the jurisdiction of any country.

Here the laws of countries were not a concern, because in international
waters, the captain of the ship was the law.  Whatever he allowed to happen to
the female entertainers on board was perfectly legal.  This particular sex
show cruise ship belonged to the largest international pornography and flesh
marketing organization in the world, and the gorgeous women who were brought
on board to entertain at sea could expect the worst.

Its bizarre sexual entertainment events provided an excellent opportunity for
the very wealthy to let it all hang out, to experience the most depraved
events imaginable, with no regard for the safety or comfort of the beautiful
specially procured female subjects.

The ship was exceedingly well organized, to maximize the enjoyment of the rich
passengers and to make the most of what happened on its several stages of all
sizes, and its innermost showplace, the arena in the heart of the large
vessel.  All of its debauched acts were recorded on video for later
distribution in the highly illegal underground market.  These were no ordinary
sex acts, they were brutal sexual violence sessions in which the victims were
often tortured to death.  The Organization's policy was to provide aboard this
high security cruise ship the most degenerate displays of sexual perversity to
be found anywhere in the world.

Here they exceeded even the excessive sexual debauchery practiced on captive
white slave women by the Arab sheiks, or the prolonged brutal violence that
the Viet Cong were known to have practiced on captured American nurses before
they mercilessly butchered them.

The captain of this ship had explicit orders to provide for his paying
passengers the most bizarre and depraved acts of human debasement imaginable,
and to ensure that the worst fears of the experience captive bitches were
realized, to provide valuable tapes of the degenerate events from the lenses
of the multiple hidden video cameras.  The ships clients were the wealthy of
several nations whose sexual appetites were jaded to extreme, and who both
needed and demanded spectacular and gut wrenching spectacle and debauchery to
get their rocks off.  For them nothing was to extreme, violent or perverse.
They paid well to see the ships beautiful young women being mastered,
humiliated, sexually debased and terrified with unimaginable horrors, and
finally as a climax, to see those horrors fulfilled.

This perspective was not apparent to Jennifer when she accepted her invitation
to take this cruise, and from the first things she saw she had no inclination
of how far the people on the sex-cruise ship were going to go in their pursuit
of the ultimate sex thrill.

Tony had picked her up in the hotel bar in Copenhagen, with an offer of some
fast excitement and fast money.  He had recognized the aloof vain look of the
American bitch right away.  This kind of woman was always alone in the bars,
because they were always too good for the men who would take the time and
trouble to pick them up.  They always ended up missing the fun they were
looking for, and he had perfected the technique for getting them to come along
with him.  Tony was a pro, and had made a fair business of procurement.  The
girls he abducted were always "safe" women, with no connections, and none of
them ever left the ship alive, so he was never faced with the risk of running
into them accidentally later on.  The biggest money for Tony was in coming up
with a very special woman who would have a special role on the cruise.

She would begin as a regular passenger, and would be drawn into the acts,
deeper and deeper while everyone else on board was aware that she was being
"educated" into more and more depraved behavior, until at last she actually
performed a bizarre sexual killing in front of an audience.

She would be known to everyone on the ship as The Selected Woman, and although
she would be unaware of the process herself, all of the other passengers would
know that she would be the featured victim in the grand finale of the
week-long cruise.  This was the secret that everyone knew of but her.  They
would know she would take part willingly, not being aware of the full extent
of the ship's ultimate entertainment, nor its outcome.  Jennifer was the
perfect woman for the "main event", the final act to be performed on the
cruise, which capped all of the depraved exhibitions the guests would witness
all week in the many small theaters spread throughout the ship.

In this multi-layered climax event in the ship's large central death pit
arena, the specially selected victim was supposed to be slowly and
spectacularly butchered.  What made this big event so special for all the
other passengers was watching chosen woman being pampered in the earlier part
of the cruise, and the rapid building of her depraved behavior as her vanity
was pumped up.  This greatly enhanced the anticipation of the final event, in
which her downfall would be complete, and therefore would be most satisfying
for the guests.

Tony set her up well.  All he told Jennifer was that there would be a exciting
fight for betting purposes between two trained animals.  Popular animal fights
were legal at sea, and her job would be to wear a very skimpy and sexy but
classy little costume, revealing her remarkable legs and magnificent breasts,
with her sex organ barely concealed, and he told her she would be anonymous,
wearing a flamboyant bird mask.

Not that it mattered, she thought bitterly to herself, because nobody this
side of the Atlantic would ever recognize her anyway, she was just another
beautiful face.  She would handle one of the big animals as it was taken into
the fight arena.  The beautiful cunt's potential vanity had been read
perfectly.  She was so sexually turned on at the idea of being seen in the
skimpy costume that she was a ready and easy mark.

Jennifer, like many such bitches, had the body to go with her incredible
vanity.  Tony knew he could make her remarkable figure and her inflated ego
work for him very well before it all blew up in her beautiful face.  He had
assured her that her job would not be dangerous, because the animals were all
familiar with people and their natural instinct was to fight each other. not
the people.  She would be a fancy showpiece to bring special class to the
bizarre fight ring.  That was enough for her to know for now.

He also explained that the animals were well trained to be handled on a fine
gold chain, and if they paid her any attention, it would be real affection.
When she asked what protection she would have, he promised that to protect
her, armed men would have their guns trained on the animals to kill them if
hey threatened her in the least.  He sealed the deal with an offer of $1,000
cash to take part in the animal act, to spend just ten or fifteen minutes in
the pit for a full grand, with a full week long cruise tossed in to boot.

Jennifer was very excited at the thought of doing something so very daring, so
dangerous, so illegal, and so completely against the moral principles she had
grown up with.  When she asked what kind of animals would be involved, he said
that they changed them for every fight, but they were usually strange
combinations of medium sized beasts to make it exciting.  She had no idea what
was medium size for beasts.  He said that whatever, it would be perfectly safe
for her down in the pit, and everybody on the ship would watching and admiring
her gorgeous big tits.

He made her feel he was in her power by pointing out he thought she was a very
sexy lady with a beautiful face and an incredible figure.  With that one
comment Tony had her.  He was so crude, and yet she found him irresistible. He
had told her that there would be some exhibitions of both raw and brutal sex
on the cruise, all of the illegal stuff, providing the best in kicks, because
that's what paying passengers on the cruises were there for.

He assured her she shouldn't worry, because the people doing it were all in it
for the money, just like her, and that she wouldn't be expected to watch any
of the rough stuff if she wasn't interested.  He had her attention.  He
mentioned that there would also be a chance for her to pick up a bundle of
extra cash with that great figure of hers if she wanted to, but said he'd
explain all of that later.  She had been sitting it that damned Copenhagen bar
for nearly a week, and anything seemed better than a vacation completely
ruined because there was no action.

She didn't like all that she heard from this creep Tony, some of the things he
said made her flesh crawl, but he had a way about him that made it all seem so
distanced, that none of it would affect her if she decided that it wasn't
going to.

So now she found herself as a passenger aboard the lawless sex cruise liner,
well out to sea in international waters and away from the prying eyes of the
anti-pornography people, and the first two days had been a real eye opener for
her.  Tony had told her that her act wasn't to take place until the sixth day
of the cruise, so on the first few days he let her earn a little extra bread
while having a good time.

She found it all exciting.

He started to use her to assist in other acts, breaking her in slowly, letting
her get deeper and deeper into it without her noticing too severe a change in
her level of involvement.  He'd started her out easy.  For the first two days
she just had to swim in the "B" deck pool, wearing her micro bikini, and to
lounge around on the deck tanning, showing off to the paying passengers her
lean but full breasted figure.  She had bought a couple of very expensive and
daring string bikinis in Copenhagen, and this gave her a chance to show them
off.  Both of the very brief and sexy bikinis showed her pubic curls and ran
up inside her ass crack.

She loved the attention she drew in the nothing little G-string and nipple
cover, and by the  afternoon of the first day she was ready to take off her
super-mini bikini top to show off and tan all of her big full bulging tits.
They were magnificent, and drew the attention of everyone who passed the pool.
Jennifer reasoned to herself that it was okay to show them, because all of the
other girls were doing it, so she was just conforming her behavior.

She knew that people were even telling others about the raving beauty at the
"B" deck pool, because several times she heard people asking others "Is this
the one?" and hearing an affirmative reply as they openly ogled her sensuous
beauty.  She was, however, a little curious when a young woman asked the hunk
with her "Is it going to be that vain one over there," as she pointed at her.
Then she realized the word must be out all over the ship that she was the sexy
woman who was going to be handling one of the animals in the fight pit.  She
was on the right track, but would have jumped ship in terror if she'd had the
least idea of what else they all knew.

Jennifer agreed to share Tony's bed the on the very first night, knowing this
was probably the only chance she would have to experience sex on her holidays,
so she decided she had better make the most of the opportunity.  He wasn't
such a bad looking guy, for a Wop.

He convinced her that he would make it worth her while to allow him to butt
fuck her.  She was excited at the outrageous prospect of taking a man's penis
into her anus, because the thought of anal sex was so depraved.  Tony got her
cooperation by getting the covers off the bed so that she could watch her own
debasement in the full wall mirror which was part of every stateroom on the
ship.  Jennifer felt herself turned on by the gross degeneracy of the act,
which was totally in line with the debauched acts she saw that were the big
attraction on this cruise.  She felt a twist of excitement in her gut as Tony
told her more about the vicious animal fight while he thrust his thick penis
deep into her tight greased anus.

He had made the shots of pain in her colon easier to take by giving her a
snort of coke.  She was surprised she could actually concentrate on what he
told her as he heaved into her with that rigid oversized dong.

He said that because the audience was on this cruise to see the most shocking
acts possible, the animals would likely fight until one of them was killed.
Before they started to fight, she would have a chain around the neck of her
animal to hold it back while they sniffed each other.

This thought brought a shiver down her spine as she imagined the runting
beasts sniffing each at other's organs, then baring their fangs as they made
threatening snarls, pulling at the restraining leashes held by their human
handlers, about to do deadly battle.

On the wall above the washroom mirror hung the extravagant feathered bird mask
she would wear in the animal fight pit.  It was imposing and had an almost
evil look of authority to it.  She imagined herself wearing it, with not much
else to hide her fabulous figure, and she felt excited anticipation with the
sexy image that filled her mind.  Tony told her that in the fight ring she
would wear a daring loin cloth without a crotch strap to hide her organs, just
strips of heavy material that flapped down in front, with none behind.  She
would go into the large fight pit bare breasted, with her prominent nipples
rouged, with sexy high cut spike heeled boots and the bizarre bird-mask to
complete her costume.

He also told her she would have further protection in the form of a knife
stuck in her belt in case she needed to defend herself.  She was startled, as
she was not in the least interested in using a knife as a weapon, and
certainly not on a ferocious animal in the process of attacking her.  As he
mentioned the knife he thrust his thick prick deeper into her, heaving with
the powerful jabs into her stretched anus, letting the grip of the tight
sphincter ring on his penis pump at the base of the thick fuck-pole.  She was
admiring her kneeling figure in the wall mirror as the attractive muscular
nude Italian kneeling behind her rammed his rigid rod relentlessly into her.

Tony suddenly tensed, then he thrust deep into her and climaxed inside the
smooth colon of the beautiful kneeling woman.  He bellowed like a wounded bull
as he suddenly thrust rapidly and shot great gobs of his hot spunk deep into
her packed bung hole.  To make it special for him she heaved her butt back
against his bucking groin and moaned as if he were delivering her biggest and
best fuck ever.

When he had charged her guts with a full load of his hot spurting spunk, he
surprised her by leaving his still huge and firm cock buried deep in her
asshole.  He lay down on his side, pulling her down in front of him, and
roughly grasped and twisted her full breasts as he talked to her, painfully
mashing and squeezing them together while reassuring her about her role in the
vicious animal fight.

Tony told her that the man in charge of all the performers and entertainers
was very impressed with the way she displayed herself at pool side, and wanted
to see her get more involved.  He said the man had told him all of the
passengers found her very attractive and sexy, and wanted to see more of her.
He said he thought this would be a terrific opportunity for her to make even
more money and also get more excitement.

She said she would think it over.  In fact the idea appealed to her, and the
more she thought of the people admiring her fantastic face and figure the more
interested she became.  As she though of this he told her he had a special
surprise for her.  While he held her by the breasts with his firm penis still
buried deep in her colon he asked her how she would like a special gold ring.
She was interested.  He asked her if it had hurt when she had her ears
pierced.  She was surprised at the question, and said it had been done by a
professional.

She said the man had squeezed her ear lobes first, so hard that there was no
feeling in them when he had pierced the sensitive flesh.  The needle had gone
clean through.  It had burned a bit afterward, but was not enough to be
disturbing.  It had been worth the mild discomfort, if that was what he meant.
She was not sure why he asked the question.

While she was speaking he rolled onto his back, pulling her over so that she
lay on top of him, face up.  He brought his legs up between hers and forced
her legs apart, inter-twined with his so that she could not close them.  Then
he hit a switch on the bedside table.

In a moment a woman entered.  She wore the simple but very sexy uniform of the
service staff, a loose fitting shift which did nothing to hide the sexuality
of the woman's large breasted figure.

The pleated skirt was very short, and she wore the spike heeled shoes that
accentuated her muscular sexy legs.  She carried a small tool box which she
opened as she sat on the foot of the bed between the spread legs of the two.
Tony explained to Jennifer that he wanted to give her a special gold ring that
would show off her beautiful vagina when she displayed it for the enjoyment of
others.

She gasped at the lewd suggestion and at the imminent mutilation of her
beautiful sex organ, and she struggled desperately but uselessly.  Tony
assured her the ring would not interfere with her ability to have sex, but
instead it would stimulate her vagina into easy  arousal.

The staff woman grasped the fleshy hood of Jennifer's erect clitoris, and
pulled the loose flesh up severely from her sex mound, stretching it to the
limit.  Then without squeezing it to numb the flesh she pressed a sharp needle
deep into the restrained young woman's sex meat, clearly demonstrating there
was no bond between women here.

Jennifer screamed, as much at the indignity of being physically abused by
another woman as at the pain.  She knew that men were often disposed to
dominating and abusing women, and she understood this to be a natural process.
For a woman to abuse her sex organ so painfully without her consent was
extremely degrading.  The staff woman withdrew the needle.  A droplet of blood
slowly grew, filling the new opening, then it trickled down across her
slightly curled pink cunt lips.  The woman produced from her bag an inch wide
thick gold ring, which had an opening on one side.

One end was pointed and the other was hollowed, so that they could be
permanently locked together when the ring was forced closed.  She placed the
opening over Jennifer's clitoris, which was excited and erect from the raw
obscenity of the violent and profane act she was experiencing.  With a special
tool that resembled pliers she forced the ends of the thick gold ring into the
fresh pierce hole, and squeezed the ring completely and closed in Jennifer's
sex flesh, permanently marking her as Tony's property.

She sprayed a disinfectant onto the pierced cunt which flushed away the
gleaming droplets of her blood.  The voluptuous woman put her tools away,
closed the tool bag and then silently left.  Tony released his tight grip on
Jennifer's big breasts, allowing her to sit upright, her anus still impaled on
his thick penis.

She saw her clit standing out through the large gold ring, and quickly
realized that the gleaming gold decoration actually did enhance the appearance
of her sex organ.  It was at that instant that she saw the name TONY engraved
in the thick gold ring.  She was clearly and permanently marked as a
possession.  Jennifer was startled at the calm that came with this sudden
realization, a curious sense of belonging that came with this distinction.

That realization did nothing to quell her anger at the forced invasion of her
intimate privacy, the humiliation of being brutalized by another woman, and
the piercing of her delicate sex meat without her consent.  At the same time,
she was startled to notice she was really pleased with the beauty of the
device, and the bold statement the man had made in marking her as his own
personal property with the aggressive gesture.

With a shock Jennifer realized that she found the brutality of the assault on
her sexual privacy was thrilling to her.  Now she understood what Tony meant
by excitement.  She wondered how much the coke she had snorted had to do with
what was going on in her head.

On the second evening at sea Tony treated Jennifer by taking her to see one of
the most delightfully debauched entertainments Jennifer could imagine: it was
a beauty contest for pretty little European tots aged from five to seven.

The kiddie show was staged in a small intimate lower deck theater that seated
about a hundred and fifty guests.  When they arrived they got two of the last
few remaining empty seats left in the theater.  Although they were mostly
European children, the event was all in English, which Jennifer later learned
was the language common to most of the guests, so it was used throughout the
ship.  I was the little girls' distinctive accents that identified their
nationality.

The mistress of ceremonies was a beautiful busty French girl in her mid-teens.
She wore a sleek silver gown that squeezed her large beautiful breasts up and
together.  It's hem line was more than a foot above her shapely knees. Her
legs were naked, and she wore a pair of very sexy silver spike-heeled shoes
which gracefully accentuated her long and shapely legs.

She carried a school mistress's pointer, and she had a very stern look on her
face, which the easily influenced children were likely to respect.  The pretty
girls began by coming on stage one by one, twirling to display their pretty
dresses and hair, then stood in a line across the back of the stage.  The
beautiful young mistress of ceremonies turned her back, revealing a daring
slit up the back of the skirt that went all the way up to the belt line,
although there was an overlap of a couple of inches, so that except when she
walked, the seam of her ass crack was discretely covered.  Everyone quickly
noted, as she moved revealing flashes of her pale round buttocks, that she
wore no panties.

Then she startled everyone by bending over as she talked to the children, with
her back to the audience, spreading the slit in her skirt wide, revealing to
the audience her bare round buttocks, her puckered naked pink anus and her
lightly bearded and open pink lined vagina.  Jennifer was excited not only by
the daring nature of the dress the girl wore, but even more by the raw and
unashamed exhibitionism of the beautiful and well built young French girl
wearing the more than suggestive outfit.

She was both shocked and excited at the overt display by the immodest girl of
her beautifully formed sex organ, particularly in the presence of these young
children, who were of course not able to see what the audience saw.  This kind
of daring thrilled Jennifer, and got her sexual juices really flowing.
Jennifer was surprised at herself, startled that she could be sexually aroused
at the sight of another female.

One by one the little girls stepped forward to deliver brief recitations of
limericks they had memorized.  Clearly they did not understand the words they
were delivering in their cute little voices, for the short poems they recited
were disgustingly filthy.  What made the filthy limericks so interesting was
to hear them being so coyly told by the innocent young girls.  The children
had been carefully coached to emphasize the right words and to give the coy
smiles and knowing looks as they innocently spoke the obscene words.

An attractive little blonde five year old began the session with:

A dirty old lecher named Brent 
Had a dong so long that it bent
To save himself trouble
He put it in double
And instead of cumming, He went.

When the laughter subsided it was redoubled by her careful and innocently
delivered explanation: "When he ejaculated his semen splashed on his own
testicles."  She curtsied politely at the applause she received, then stood
aside for the second little girl, who recited:

A mechanic serviced a wench
At arms length, head turned, with a wrench
He explained with chagrin
As he twisted it in
He simply could not stand the stench

"He was masturbating the woman in her vagina with the wrench," the little
child explained, completely unaware of the meaning of what she was saying,
"and he found the putrid aroma of fish emanating from her vagina to be highly
disgusting."

And so it went, the attractive slender little European girls in their pretty
dresses, white socks and shiny shoes pleasing the responsive audience with
their filthy limericks and blindly memorized explanations.

When all of the limericks had been delivered the little girls were all
politely and expectantly standing along the front of the stage, accepting the
applause from the audience and ready to perform in the next part of the
program.  The next event was a high kick contest.  All of the girls were to
kick up as high as she could, and the winner was the girl who kicked her foot
higher than the top of her head.

The audience was of course more interested in seeing the thinly covered little
crotches, revealed with their skirts raised with the hairless little pussies
barely concealed by the tightly stretched panties.  The best of the girls was
one of the seven year old girls.  She not only kicked higher than the other
girls, but she managed to kick so hard that her panties slipped to one side,
completely revealing her pert cuntlet.  Two of the others had also given the
audience a view of their bare little slits, but the panties had covered them
again quickly.  They had been unable to hold their high kick in the air as
long as the winner, who gave the audience a chance to study her fully exposed
pussy by standing on tiptoe with the other leg held high for several seconds.
Jennifer was enthralled at the sheer novelty of the forbidden form of sexual
entertainment.  It was so daring to sit with these people to watch these
children being sexually exploited.

Jennifer was starting to notice how interesting she found this delightfully
suggestive form of child sexual usage, which was not quite abuse, and she was
anticipating the more brazen acts she believed it was all leading to.  She
noticed that she found this kind of child sex display to be highly
stimulating, and realized that these kiddies had all been fully prepared by
special training for this spicy act which was now approaching child
pornography.

She proved to be right in her guess about the direction the performance would
take.  The high kick event was followed by a daring panty peeing contest, and
the girls stood at the front of the stage, spread their knees and lifted their
skirts, waiting for the signal.  When the French woman dropped her raised arm
the children all strained, trying to produce urine on demand.  They had all
been given half a bottle of warm beer to drink an hour before the show began,
so all of their bladders were well primed  The audience scanned the row of
panties watching expectantly for the first tell-tale sign of darkening
moisture.

The smallest of the young girls produced her pee first, with a sudden spread
of warm wetness darkening of the white panties.  Then a trickle spilled
through the material followed by the overflow around the edges when the full
flow rate exceeded the ability of the fabric to pass the warm clear liquid.
Before she was done the others were all splashing their pee onto the floor,
although some of the younger girls had pulled their panties down and two were
squatting to pee because they couldn't do it in the unfamiliar standing
position.  Now that the panties were all pee soaked, they clearly revealed the
fleshy folds they were designed to hide.

A pair of the voluptuous staff women in their simple costumes of red shifts
and high heels, brought in mops and quickly cleaned up cooling kiddie piss
from the floor.  When the clean-up women left the stage there was a dirty
dancing contest, for which the little girls had been thoroughly trained to do
a provocative strip tease.  These small girls had been well schooled in all of
the sensuous, provocative and erotic moves of strippers, with heavy bumps and
grinds, sensuous twisting and spread legged posing, and as the heavy driving
beat of Quincy Jones' "Killer Joe" began to play, they went into their act,
two at a time.

The oldest and youngest of the young girls were paired up first, and they
began their erotic and sexually stimulating gyrations to the sensual beat of
the recorded music.  The taller girl lay on her back and sensuously humped and
writhed as she removed first her shoes and then her white socks.

Then she stood up, raised her arms and slowly pulled her dress up, rotating
her hips, revealing her pretty piss-soaked panties.  She twirled, gyrated and
thrust her narrow hips as she had been carefully coached to do by professional
dancers, in the most stark and sexual moves she could generate.  This daring
show of overt sexuality by the pretty little girl brought cheers from the
appreciative audience.  Then she revealed her tight tummy and ribs as the now
highly provocative little girl's dress continued to slide upward.  The dress
came right over her head and she flung it aside, now twisting and posturing
her near-naked body unencumbered.  As she pulled the waist band of her panties
out and began to twist out of them, the teenaged French girl screamed at the
smaller of the little girls "Take your clothes off!"

The small child was doing the moves she had been taught flawlessly, but had
forgotten to strip as she danced.  The well built French girl slashed downward
with her pointer, striking the little girl across the buttocks.  The child was
so startled at this display of anger she screamed, then she sat down on the
lip of the stage and began removing her clothes, forgetting her training, not
remembering that she was expected to strip and do the sexy dance at the same
time.

She and the other girl were finally naked at the same time, and as the music
changed to acid rock they began the posing part of their routine, striking the
poses of adult women Jennifer had seen so often in the erotic men's magazines.
Jennifer was shocked at the aggressive sexuality of these pretty little girls,
and as she watched she was mesmerized by their erotic appearance.  She was
also interested to see how the violent slash at the child's buttocks with the
pointer gave her an erotic response.  She felt that provocative described
perfectly the little girls' effect on her, with the raw sexual stimulation she
was experiencing.

As she watched the first pair she could imagine herself pumping a thick dildo
up the slender ass of the taller girl while driving her tongue up into the
tight cleavage of the smaller child's puffed out little cuntlet.  She was
surprised at herself, because she had never experienced lesbian feelings
before, had never noticed being aroused by little girls, and certainly not
ever considered sex with children.  Now these kiddies were turning her on as
much as they were the rest of the audience, and none of the others seemed
shocked or disturbed, so it seemed to Jennifer that in this setting the
sexually stimulating performance of the kiddies seemed to be all right.  If
everyone was enjoying it so much and the children were all doing these dirty
things by themselves, it hardly seemed that this kind of stimulating adult
entertainment could be called child abuse.

The next pair of little girls were turning on the audience with their erotic
stripping.  They recognized the danger of the French mistress's pointer, and
were quickly completely nude, posturing to expose the pretty twin holes in
their naked crotches for the delight of the totally degenerate and clearly
stimulated audience.  The double exposure was more fun than Jennifer could
imagine.  She was having the time of her life, and found herself fitting right
in with the rest of the crowd.  When all of the small kiddies had stripped,
the beautiful French mistress wheeled out a low table covered with long narrow
objects of various sizes and descriptions.  The largest was a banana, and with
it she demonstrated to the naked kiddies what was expected of them.  She
slipped out of her sleek sexy gown, revealing her own nakedness, and stood in
her spike heeled shoes facing the audience.  She spread her knees wide and
placed the tip of the banana into the folds of her vagina, pressing at the
opening of her fuck chute, and then, without peeling it, she pressed the
yellow fruit up into her moist gripping sex meat.

The little girls selected ball point and fountain pens of various sizes, cigar
tubes, and sections of wooden broom handles with rounded ends, and began to
deflower themselves as the audience watched in fascination.  The little girls
had no idea that they were different from the French woman inside their wombs,
and that in order to successfully insert the tools they had selected, they
would have to penetrate a layer of membrane that would bleed.  What they did
know was that they would all have to complete the task once they had started
it, or the pointer would be used on them.  They had also been told that the
audience was not going to be satisfied until the last little virgin hole had
been violated by its owner.

Although the girls screamed at the pain of the process, they continued, and as
she watched in fascination, Jennifer remembered her own deflowering by her
first boyfriend, but she had been much older than these kids at the time.  As
she remembered, she was nine or maybe even ten, because she was in grade four
at the time of her sexual initiation.  It had been rough, because she had
refused the twelve year old grade six boy so often that he had finally
brutally raped her.  She had lived in a new district, and she had been lured
with candy into a new house that was not quite completed.  He had brought
along a pair of his big friends, and they had held her as he ripped off her
skirt and panties.  He had slapped her face, and then spanked her little
cuntlet, stinging it until the reddened petals opened.

Then he violently thrust his big prick into her, painfully ripping the
membrane and causing her to bleed profusely.  She was frightened by her flow
of blood, and had been told that if she told anybody what he had done he would
tell the owners of the house that it was her that had bled on the new beige
carpet.  Now the children on the stage were bleeding as well, screaming as
they purposefully deflowered themselves, with the slow girls being viciously
battered with the flailing pointer.  They were making great progress, and the
whole audience was standing up, excitedly cheering them on.  As Jennifer
caught herself encouraging the smallest girl, she suddenly realized that the
morality she had always pretended to was nothing but a sham, and that her true
feelings were of lust and sensuality.

She now knew that the fun the audience had was more important than the minor
inconvenience to the kids.  With this new understanding of herself she felt
liberated.

On the third day she agreed to move up to "A" deck, where about a dozen
gorgeous girls swam and frolicked naked, simply as part of the ship's
decoration.  She found that being naked, displaying herself in front of all of
the men and women who came to watch was even more exciting for her than she
had thought it would be.  Although this was clearly not Jennifer's regular
kind of behavior, on this deck it was the norm, and she knew she would stand
out if she wore her swim suit while the other girls lay and posed with their
legs apart, displaying their nude forms and sex organs.

Instead she stood out from the other girls because of her perfect beauty, and
to her that was only natural.  Even the gorgeous rich bitch with the enormous
tits stood by the railing watching her, admiring her sleek athletic figure
that she took so much pride in.  None of the passengers who stood at the rail
watching seemed to be surprised that the fleshy hood at the top of her vagina
bore the gold ring.  When Jennifer noticed someone giving her lingering
glances and moving around to get a better look at her as she lay tanning, she
would pretend not to notice, but would shift around and move a leg to provide
an unobstructed view of her flared lipped and ringed vagina.

Also when she moved she noticed people at the rail moving also, to not lose
the view of her nakedness they favored.  She had learned as a teenager to make
her delicate inner pussy lips flare out by rubbing them as she sat naked on
the edge of her bed, holding a mirror so that she could watch her pretty sex
organ unfold like a large morning flower with her growing sexual excitement.
She was so intrigued with the warm moist and excitable organ that she had for
years bought men's magazines to compare her hot cunt with the immodestly
exposed sex organs of professional models.  Reflecting back, she could not
remember any of those wanton women in the magazines wearing jewelry in their
openly displayed sex organs.

She had studied the carefully posed split beaver shots in Hustler and Club
magazines, imagining a young photographer's assistant peeling the beautiful
and artfully posed model's cuntlips carefully apart for each shot, and adding
glisten to the engorged organ with a moisturizing jelly.

She had tried it herself many times, rubbing and stretching the inner vagina
lips with her fingers while imagining a professional photographer focusing his
lens on her displayed crotch to show it to the world.  All of this exceptional
attention had developed the cunt lips so that they were now easily gorged and
flared to more than twice the size of the other girls' flesh-petals.  Now,
lying at pool side naked before admiring men and women, she found that it was
as exciting as she had imagined displaying her naked body, with her long
slender legs, her beautiful tits and inflamed and now ringed sex meat.

The highly attractive American librarian runted her hips in the most direct
sexual movement she could imagine.  She enjoyed the rush it gave her, and she
realized with satisfaction how easily overt exhibitionism came to her and how
very good it made her feel.  After lunch she had found a bottle of rubber
cement, and after rubbing up her generous inner cuntlips she used the rubbery
glue to hold the engorged flesh petals wide spread.  This simple trick made
her the most admired nude at the pool that afternoon.  As the heat of the day
increased and more and more of the passers by stopped to admire her private
charms, her vagina muscle relaxed, and the spread of the sex lips revealed the
light colored muscle and dark open hole inside her womb.


When she noticed someone examining her exposed cunt, she heaved her insides so
that the exposed inner meat rolled and momentarily opened, sucking in air and
then squeezing it out, producing hilarious loud cunt farts.  She had learned
this amusing but disgusting trick as a teenager in her room, and she now
performed like a professional sex entertainer.

Jennifer was having a ball.

By evening of that third day Jennifer  was ready to move indoors into the show
bar where special tables had been set up for the display nudes to lounge on
top of them under tanning lights.  Here she and the other women lay and posed
naked, turning on the male and female customers who sat right up to the
tanning tables.  Although they were separated from the show girls by a
handrail, the patrons were able to reach over and caress the supple nude
bodies of the women at will.  The gorgeous women were truly nothing but
desirable sex objects, and Jennifer found this to be highly erotic.

Soon perspiration slicked her visibly tanning flesh, and in the heat of the
lamps and the inner heat of shamelessly exhibiting herself at such close
quarters, her large breasts and open vulva swelled naturally.  The gleaming
gold ring stood up as her clitoris swelled and stood out through it, making
her look particularly sexually stimulated and stimulating.  She got a special
kick out of teasing them with her sensuously gyrating figure and a show of her
flared cunt and pretty asshole, warming the clients up to frolic with the
gorgeous whores and studs who worked the F deck.

She took a tip from one of the experienced girls in the dressing room during a
brief break, and squeezed a whole tube of creamy white suntan lotion up into
her twat.  While she was lying out on display in the tanning machine, she kept
going with her hand to that private well, then sensuously rubbing her naked
body with the moisturizer.  The customers thought she was basting her body
with her own love juices, and they brought others over to take a look at the
amazing American woman.

She was only once shocked and embarrassed, when one of the men slid his hand
across her ass, then quite suddenly thrust his middle finger roughly up into
her asshole.  She squealed as if with delight, but was disgusted at the rapid
finger fuck by the perfect stranger.  She quickly rolled over so that his
finger was forced out of her, and offered her cunt to him to view and caress
instead.  What saved the humiliating situation was a bouncer who skillfully
steered the man toward the F deck, offering him a free fuck with the
prostitute of his choice.  She was startled to hear the bouncer explain to the
man that "this is the selected one, and she's not to be marked until her
time."

The feeling of being invaded soon faded as several other people moved over to
her table to admire and touch her delightful exposed charms.

Tony picked Jennifer up after her shift, waited she got into a sexy dress,
then took her to see another more aggressive and shocking demonstration.  He
knew she was ready to see some real brutality now, to further her development
toward becoming a show feature.

This show was a contest between a pair of extremely muscular body building
women, each armed with a long carriage whip.  These brutal weapons were
designed to bring a sharp sting to the flesh of a horse, right through its
thick hide.  Jennifer could readily see how much more severe they would be
when used on the naked flesh of a woman.  She would be startled at how
devastating they could be in the hands of these powerful women.

These women, who appeared to be in their mid-twenties, could easily have been
world body building champions, they were so well developed.  Their muscles had
been shot full of steroids and they had built huge muscles with incredible
form and definition.  The only difference between these fine specimens and
real competition body builders was that their breasts had also been pumped up,
either with silicone or with some natural tissue builder.

They both sported huge well developed round and erect breasts, with stout firm
nipples pushing out through the nipple holes in the very brief halters they
wore, rather than having the flat chests common with female body builders.
Through a slit in their thin fabric in their bikini panties their flared cunts
were clearly defined, and their markedly enlarged clits pushed through the
slit cloth and stood outward, demonstrating that their pleasure buds  had also
been specially enlarged and developed.

The engorged clits pushed through the flesh folds at the top of the exposed
cunts and stood erect and rigid like slick little boys' penises.  They were
spectacular, and the audience was anxious to see what damage they would do to
each other.  A pair of well built teen-aged girls wearing jeans, white frilly
blouses and high heeled shoes were brought onto the stage.  Suddenly the
audience realized that the women would not fight each other, but instead these
two were going to be the human targets for the whips in the brutal
competition.

Jennifer was startled to see that one of them was the French girl who had been
on stage with the little girls.  Jennifer was pleased to see her again,
because she had admired the girl's well shaped body, and was interested in
seeing the girl who had been so stern with the children being reduced to a
plaything for the entertainment of the audience, to become nothing but a whip
target, a sexual toy to be dallied with, brutalized, and then cast aside.
Little did she realize the significance of her casual thought.  The two well
built girls were introduced as Hannah and Jennine.  Hannah was a blonde Nordic
girl, with very light blonde hair.  Jennine was the black haired French
beauty, who's hair had flowed in curls over her shoulders.  Now both had their
hair in inverse braids, the type that tucked the hair inside out of sight,
with a woven ridge down the back of their heads.  This would keep their
beautiful long hair out of the way of the flailing whips.

The two girls stripped down naked, leaving on only the high heeled shoes.
Jennifer was struck by how much more sexual Jennine's naked figure was than
she remembered in that tight silver dress she had worn  the night before.  She
also noted how similar the two girls were in build.  This close balance in the
amount of living girl-meat would make the brutal girl-whipping experiment
valid.  She wondered to herself how much those beautiful smooth skinned bodies
of the lovely naked teenagers would be marked by the vicious whips.

Each of the gorgeous girls was bound to a pair of closely placed stakes at one
side of the stage.  Each pair of stakes was about a foot apart, and served as
a rack to keep the girls bound to them facing in the right direction.  The
girls' legs were spread around the posts, so that their crotches were opened
to expose their delicate sex organs to the whips as well as their bodies.
They were both well tanned, although the French girl had white bikini marks
Jennifer had seen during the kiddie show.

Their ruddy appearance was enhance by the color of the lighting and the sheen
of their specially oiled bodies.  Hannah was bound with her back to the
whippers, with her breasts pressed firmly against her pair of posts, and with
her long hair braided up it would keep out of the way, so that the whip would
have full access to her back and shoulders.  Nothing was to interfere with the
intent of the exhibition.  Her face was turned with her cheek pressed against
the post so that the audience could see it and watch her reactions and screams
with each blow.

Jennine was bound with her back to the stake, facing her whipper and
presenting her delicious cunt, tight belly, round breasts and gorgeous face to
the whip.  The object of the demonstration was to discover which side of a
woman was more vulnerable to attack, her front or back.  It was an old
question, whether it was wiser to face or turn your back to a beating or
whipping, and this brutal whipping exhibition was designed to solve it once
and for all.

The decision would be made according to which of the brutalized girls passed
out from the whipping first.  The muscular whip women wore their competition
bikinis with pride and class.  The nipple holes and the ingenious vagina slits
gave the minimal costumes no covering value.  In fact the thin strands of
fabric in the slit crotch were drawn tightly on the outside of their inner
cunt lips so that they forced the exposed flared sex meat to flower, spreading
wide and revealing the inner pink meat and the dark mysterious holes of their
vaginas when they moved.

The two women whippers with their fantastic bodies strode with authority
across the stage, armed and ready to use the long horse whips.

On a signal they swung their long whips back and the brutal bitch-whipping
contest was on.  Hannah could not see the blows coming, so that when the first
one struck she was startled and therefore was the first to scream.  The whip
angled across her bare back from her right buttock across her shoulder blade
and the small of her back, and slapped noisily across her left shoulder.  It
raised a quick angry welt that was just a red streak at first but which
visibly grew into a firm ridge.  Clearly the woman wielding the whip had
incredible strength.  Jennine took a similar blow at the same time, but it
bounced her right breast wildly when it struck, then crossed her navel and
actually cut her left hip-bone.

Amazingly, she resisted the impulse to scream.

She was clearly a feisty bitch, and was going to provide them with some real
entertainment before she was whipped into unconsciousness. The muscular women
recoiled their long whips, and concentrated on the line they wished to draw
with the next.  The maximum effect would be obtained by letting the young
resilient bodies absorb the blows and then let the girls anticipate the next,
so they were spacing them out at about thirty seconds.

As the two muscular women swung the whips back to deliver the second blow
Jennifer noticed how erotically their big breasts swung, and she was sure the
large mammaries were real.  There was no way that mammary implants would move
so naturally.  They must have developed their tit muscles too, she decided,
probably with steroids.  The second blow to each girl was identical but
opposite to the first, crossing Hannah in the small of her back, and the
French girl almost exactly at her navel.  This time Jennine's left nipple was
severely split, and drops of her blood trickled down across her breast.  Again
she refrained from screaming by biting her lip, and again Hannah's shrill
scream filled the small theater.

Jennifer looked at Tony, with momentary concern crossing her face.  "This is
terrible, they are really hurting these two girls," she said.

"They're up there because they're being well paid for it," he said.  "Both of
them agreed to do this, and signed releases to prove it.  Of course it hurts,"
he added, "that's the whole point of the show."  "But they're tied up, and
can't get out of it if it gets too rough for them," she protested.

"Of course they're tied up," Tony said.  "You can't have a girl backing out of
the middle of a performance, just because it isn't fun anymore.  They both
agreed to it, now they're in it right to the end."  The third blow was brought
up viciously between the girls' spread legs, blasting the tightly woven
leather whips with a snap against their delicate organs.  Within seconds
droplets of crimson blood was dripping from damage to both their fleshy cunts
and tight anus rings.  This time the French girl was unable to hold back her
scream, and as the sudden pain of the whip against her tender sex meat shot up
through her body she was clearly shaken by the violence of the brutal act in
which she was trapped.

Tony looked at Jennifer, checking her attitude.

"That was a great shot," she said.  "It really got to them."  "Aren't you
worried about them being hurt?" he asked.

"Like you said, they knew what they were getting into, and they'll be paid for
it, won't they?  Isn't this what they're on this cruise for?"

"Absolutely," he said.  But doesn't their bleeding bother you?"

"It's only a small trickles, it isn't as if they were really bleeding, and
anyway, the blood shows up whip marks better, like a visual representation of
their pain."

Just then the next crack of the whips sounded, followed by the jolting of the
two bodies, and the fresh unrestrained screaming of them both.

"Did they know when they agreed to this whipping that their privates were
going to be targets?" Jennifer asked.

"I didn't make the arrangements, but my guess is the French bitch didn't know
she was going to have her front whipped.

"The thing is," he continued, "is that they both agreed in principle, and
whatever they get on this stage that has to do with whipping is all within the
bounds of the agreement," he said, "And besides, as I said, they're being well
paid."

"Are there going to be any surprises for me in the animal fight pit?" she
asked.

"What could that be?" he asked in mock astonishment.  "You know everything
will be as I said it would."

"But what didn't you say?"

Just then the twin whips landed again, and the air was split with fresh shrill
screams as the nude bound bodies of the beautiful young girls bucked under the
impact.  Jennifer noted with interest that Jennine's big tits and tight belly
were taking the beating incredibly well, and her screams were easily as strong
as Hannah's.  Neither of the attractive young bitches was showing any sign of
fading.

The brutal whipping continued relentlessly for another half hour, with a total
of sixty lashes to each writhing body.  The audience applauded each blow, then
was silent in anticipation of the next so that they would hear the resounding
'SPLAAT' of the hard leather striking tender naked flesh, and the twin vocal
reactions from the delightfully brutalized girls.

Almost half of the violent thrashing was directed to the vulnerable and tender
sex organs, and the battered sex meat of both of the shrilly screaming girls
was red and swollen, and dripping crimson.

Between vicious blows the pair would sag, and they were now both sobbing and
shaking uncontrollably between lashes from the terrible and expertly applied
whips.  Wherever the angry welts crossed there were droplets of fresh blood,
and both oiled bodies were now streaked with their own sweat and blood.

The muscular women wielding the whips with such skill were now sweating
profusely.  To top it off, one of the big bitches was in season and was now
dripping her own menstrual blood down the inside of her legs.

It was now time to open up the bizarre demonstration.  The women with the
whips had a two minute break, and were given drinks.  The drinks of the
spectators were refilled, and they sat back to enjoy the act as it went into
high gear.  Then the signal was given, and the body building bitches with the
whips were instructed to whip the girls "free-style".  They were free to lash
at the battered bodies of the girls with abandon, without any waiting between
blows.

They went at it with a vengeance, with the blows raining down in a flurry so
severe that the screams from the two girls bucking in their bonds were
non-stop.  The  tightly woven leather lashed again at their cunts with such
fury that the organs swelled well out, and actually began to invert under the
horrendous and merciless battering.  The whips soon split the naked flesh so
greatly that both girls were showing a rib through an open slash.  Hannah's
back and buttocks were a torn mess, and Jennine's breasts were split and
beginning to drool tiny strands of the inner breast-meat.

In the heat of the whipping Tony noticed that Jennifer was so excited by the
advanced state of the beating that she was not showing any signs of repulsion
by the splitting of the young women's flesh.  This was good, because the show
was about to become heavy, and this was no time for her to begin to show
timidity.  Blows were now being directed at the young girls' beautiful faces,
and they were both being permanently marked, as was the rest of their
mercilessly battered flesh.  Suddenly Hannah's bleeding anus opened and she
produced a long stool that curled onto the floor between her spread feet as
she suddenly sagged into unconsciousness.  As the winner and still conscious
member of the competitors, Jennine now got the full attention of both of the
whip-wielders.  The two whips lashed mercilessly at her, with one
concentrating on her cunt while the other continued to assail her big breasts.

At this late stage in the beating she was good for only a couple of minutes,
but in that time took another sixty rapid and vicious blows from the twin
whips.  It was enough.  Her screams lost intensity, and finally she also
fainted.  That probably saved her life, although nobody was particularly
concerned for her survival.  Tony Invited Jennifer to go with the others onto
the stage to examine the unconscious girls, and she was eager to do it.  The
women with their whips were standing aside and displaying their muscles by
posturing for the guests.

Most of the guests were ahead of Tony and Jennifer, and just as they were
getting close to the living carcasses the master of ceremonies directed
everybody back to their seats.  He announced there was a special surprise for
them all: the muscular women with the whips were going to fight each other
with a fresh set of thin and vicious looking long buggy whips.

With growing excitement all of the guests quickly resumed their seats.  The MC
announced the object of the contest was for each to remove the other's bikini.
The first to denude her opponent would be the winner.  There would be no rules
other than that the task must be completed with the whips.  The ensuing whip
fight was both furious and brutal.  The women spared nothing as they flailed
at each other with the vicious weapons.  Each had removed the other's brief
panty within minutes, and they each took stinging blows to their now fully
exposed cunts, but the bras were more difficult.  They were supported by
complex thin tough straps that strung up around the wearer's neck.  both of
them got the other's bra off her tits, but the garments dangled about their
necks so the fight was not yet over.

What turned the tide was when one of the women slipped on a streak of blood
and fell.  She dropped her whip, and was suddenly flailed mercilessly by the
other, and the audience was on its feet, shouting encouragement to the woman
brutally lashing her fallen friend.

Jennifer was standing on her seat, frantically shaking her fists and screaming
to the woman to get the bitch's big breasts.  Fortunately for the naked woman
on the floor the final strap was caught in the whip and jerked off before the
whipping could do any severe or terminal damage.

Tony was well pleased with Jennifer's progress, and took her onto the stage
now to see the damage done to Jennine and Hannah, who were now slowly coming
back to the world of the living.  The floor around them was splattered with
their blood, and as Jennifer saw how severe and deep their whip cuts really
were, she understood how thoroughly the attractive young girls had earned
whatever they would be paid.  She had no idea that whips could do this kind of
damage to human flesh, and she wondered if when they agreed to subjecting
themselves to the whipping these beautiful girls with the accentuated figures
had any idea of what kind of punishment and severe mutilation they were
letting themselves in for.

She was certain they hadn't known that this extensive damage to their
beautiful bodies would be the result, or they would never have agreed to be
whipped.  The attractive young women would be marked for life, and all for
this brief but highly erotic and stimulating cruise ship entertainment.  It
was this kind of dedication to debauchery by the crew, entertainers and paying
passengers that Jennifer found so stimulating.  These striking young girls,
naked before strangers, had sacrificed their remarkable beauty to the
destructive whips for the entertainment of this transient audience that was
likely to forget them completely when they saw the next show.  These girls
were in it for the flash of attention and recognition they received for their
daring naked exposure to the biting whips in front of a real live audience.

Jennifer was convinced they had not known it would be like this, certain that
nobody would willingly sacrifice their body to such a degree of demolition
just for money.  She was equally sure they were completely willing to take the
risk they did because of the momentary flash of fame.

The girls were now gently sobbing as the audience inspected them.  When
Jennifer came up beside Jennine, she saw for the first time how severely the
French teenager's lower belly had been cut.  Through the gape in a tear in the
girl's stomach muscle she could see the moving pulse of the teen girl's pink
intestines!  The split nipple was dribbling blood, where the hard bud had been
was an opening with the pink and white inner tit meat exposed.  At close range
the damage to the teen girls was clearly much worse than Jennifer had seen
from the stands.  The girls' once beautiful cunts were now a mess of strips of
bleeding meat, and looked to Jennifer to be beyond repair.

Now the master of ceremonies asked for the question.

"Raise your hand high," Tony told her.

Everyone else had an arm raised, and with a questioning look Jennifer raised
one of hers.

"It's for the coup de grace," he explained.  With horror she realized she had
just voted for the death of the bound bleeding teen aged girls.  These people
were really playing hardball.

Tony pulled her back as the master of ceremonies came forward, brushing past
her as he crossed to the bound girls.  He was carrying a long sharp butcher
knife.  My God, Jennifer thought to herself as she felt a tight knot growing
in her belly, He's actually going to murder them!  And I voted for it!

The man in the tuxedo grabbed Hannah's hair and raised her head high, with it
twisted around so that everyone could clearly see her face.  Hannah eyed the
knife with bulging eyes, and opened her mouth wide to scream, but in her
horror was unable to get out a sound.  Without hesitation the man drew the
sharp knife across her neck, deeply slashing her throat.  The butchered German
girl's bladder loosened, dumping a spray of hot piss onto the floor.  Jennine
had no difficulty in working her lungs, and as the master of ceremonies moved
over to her she gave the audience the best scream of the show, a shrill high
pitched rolling whistle that rang off the walls.

The man got his fingers into her hair, getting a handful of the dark curls,
and he jerked her head up to display her screaming face and totally expose her
neck.  The French girl pissed herself as she saw the now bloody knife being
raised.  With her limbs firmly bound to the posts, she was completely
helpless, and at the man's mercy.  She glanced up at his face, and saw in his
eyes that he was merciless.

Jennifer also lost control at the scene of thrilling horror, and she pissed in
her panties as she saw the beautiful young girl facing her last seconds of
life.  Even murder was acceptable on this evil ship.

"You really find this exciting, don't you," Tony observed.

Jennifer looked at him but was speechless.

"What do you think these girls had to look forward to in the shape they're
in?" he said.  "Hell, this coup de grace is a mercy to them."

Jennifer realized he was right.  Now that they were so messed up they were
better off dead, and probably even realized that themselves.  Or at least one
of them did, it was too late to think of that for Hannah.

"This is the best thing we could do for them, now that they've let themselves
get this far into it.  After a certain point there's no turning back."

As little as she liked it, she realized that what Tony said was true.  The
best thing they could do would be to slaughter the bitches and be done with
it.

As the big blade swept across Jennine's throat, slicing off her scream,
Jennifer felt the knot in her stomach ease.  There was no sense in keeping
these impulsively reckless  young cunts alive in the shape they were in.
There was really no risk to anyone in killing them, because it was clearly
what the audience wanted.  The vote had been unanimous, and besides, only the
captain of the ship was answerable for whatever happened while they were at
sea.

As Tony had told her, this was international water, and whatever the captain
permitted to happen was legal.  When they returned to port there could be an
investigation only if there were an inquiry or complaint, and she was sure
nobody knew these girls had sailed on this ship.  The men who had procured
them would have seen to that.  If these girls were to live, they could tell
about the abuse they had experienced, and bring all of this thrilling
debauchery to an end.  By killing them, Jennifer realized, there would be no
threat of exposure, so she decided that killing them now would protect the
ship, and was therefore really the best idea.

She was sure that the crew were very discrete about any outsiders knowing who
was aboard the sex cruise ship.  In fact she knew nobody knew that she was on
this ship.  As she directed her attention again to the two slaughtered girls
she saw that the man had sliced right through Jennine's neck and now held the
severed head high in the air.  With a single strong slash the man had cleanly
decapitated the beautiful bound teen-aged French girl, and now triple jets of
blood jetted from the slender stump of her neck.

Jennifer felt herself cumming, and realized that what had happened was really
the natural completion of the bizarre event.  In fact, the headless naked
whipped body was quite a turn on, and inadvertently her hand went to her piss
soaked crotch as she looked at the incredible scene of totally profane
debauchery.

As the voyage of the Danish cruise ship with its violent sex shows progressed,
the action on board heated up.  The next day Jennifer was on duty in the
show-and-touch lounge, and she had a new experience at being caressed by the
hands of passengers.  She realized in a new way the kind of violent fantasies
they had as they touched and squeezed her naked flesh, and shivers ran up her
spine at the thoughts she had, remembering the outrageous beating and
cold-blooded decapitation of the chesty teens.

That night Tony saw that Jennifer was still excited by the violent stage act
she had witnessed, and he persuaded her to get personally but indirectly
involved in one of the many staged violent sex acts.  He assured her it would
not be dangerous, but would be a good experience for her to get some exposure
on stage before the event she had come onto the ship to perform.

This was to be a rape of a pretty young Dutch girl.

At first Jennifer was hesitant when Tony told her they were really going to
rape the little girl on stage.  She had been so shocked by the twin murders in
the whipping show the night before she was nervous about actually becoming
involved, particularly when the announced purpose of this act was to be the
deliberate rape of an innocent little girl.  Real sexual child abuse, for the
thrill of the audience.

However, Tony explained that the child was no virgin, and judging by the
district they had found her in she had probably already been raped several
times.  He further said that if the child had not been brought on the ship, to
be in this simple little show, then not only would she probably be both raped
again several times, but just as likely, she would also probably be murdered
by some sexual pervert in a dark alley or in a seedy hotel room within a few
months.

By kidnaping her, the ship's "talent scouts" had probably saved her life.  Now
they had her on the ship where everything the captain approved was in fact
completely legal, then she might as well be raped by actors on stage for the
enjoyment of more than just a few punks.  Anyway, the kid at least owed them

that for saving her life.  He pressed  the point that it would be a great
chance for Jennifer to get into a daring sex act without too much involvement,
just to see how much she liked it, and to get used to being a performer in the
spotlight.  After all, the rape of the little girl wasn't going to affect her.

With that logic she agreed to do it.  If they had saved her life they were
unlikely to take it now.  Anyway all she had to do was walk onto a small stage
holding the hand of the nine year old Dutch girl, playing the part of the
pretty child's mother.  The slender little girl had her straight blonde hair
cut in the traditional severe bangs Jennifer had seen so often when in
Holland.  The remarkably beautiful child had wide innocent blue eyes, and
Jennifer had some difficulty picturing her as a street urchin as Tony had
described, but if it were true she was certain the good looking little girl
would easily attract rapists.

Jennifer felt exposed and daring in the red high heels and the thin silk
dress.  She was completely naked underneath.  This part had been her idea,
because she thought she would feel sexier this way.  She had been right, and
the feeling of the smooth silk dress clinging to and sliding against her
nakedness and rubbing into excitement her hard nipples made her feel as
sexually stimulating as she knew she was.

The small stage was designed to look like an alley, and when she and the
pretty little girl walked onto the stage the audience was warmed up and gave
them a rousing reception.  Apparently there had been another act before them.
Jennifer saw some torn pantyhose and a bra with red stains that looked like it
had been slit with a knife.  She cringed as she imagined the sharp blade
slicing through the material and the tender breast meat of the woman wearing
it.

Before their eyes became used to the bright light of the stage, three muscular
toughs wearing only thin t-shirts, dirty sneakers and raging erections came on
and grabbed them.  One of them held her, ripping her dress open while the
other two stripped, raped and then severely beat the kid.

Jennifer screamed at the men, horrified at the brutality of the sexual attack
on the harmless little girl.  They quickly ruptured her little asshole with
their monstrous pricks, and double fucked her while violently beating her face
and little body with their fists.

While Jennifer screamed and struggled, the powerful punk who was holding her
lifted her dress, then painfully squeezed her breasts and thrust several
fingers up into her dry cunt, and thrust his thumb up into her asshole.  She
instinctively kicked frantically toward his big testicles, but he was holding
her in a position that made effective contact with his balls virtually
impossible.

The dress was so tightly stretched as he bent her backward that at first her
big tits were squeezed so that they bulged obscenely, then the seam down the
center split, freeing the firm breasts.  To the cheers of the audience the guy
holding her ripped the flimsy dress off her, leaving her stark naked.  Now she
wore only her spike heeled shoes and cheap costume jewelry they had given her
for the act, and was more of an attraction than the fading kid, who she
noticed had just passed out.  Jennifer's asshole hurt like hell from the man's
thumb digging into her colon.  Tony's thick cock had ravaged her pretty shit
chute each night, but that was no preparation for this brutal treatment.

She felt shame as she was turned, completely naked except for the shoes, to
face toward the audience who she could now see clearly.  To rut naked on a
table in front of a few appreciating people in a classy saloon was one thing,
but to be brutally sexually humiliated on the stage of a small but packed
theater was another.  Despite this feeling of revulsion at the degradation and
humiliation of this kind of public treatment, Jennifer could feel an urgent
churning of excitement in her belly, and the flush of moisture in her invaded
cunt.  The sexual violence and raw exhibitionism was turning her on, and she
was showing this to the audience with her flush of sexual excitement through
the flaring of her cunt.

The fact of the matter, as she was coming to realize, was that she was getting
acclimatized to the brutal sex acts, and was feeling sexual stimulation at the
depravity of the performances.  The two men who had finished beating and
raping the little girl grabbed Jennifer and lifted her off the ground as the
third man went to face fuck the severely beaten child, who was just regaining
consciousness.

The two others lifted Jennifer between them with her legs wide spread, and
turning her bare ass toward the audience again, bent her head down between her
tits, pulling her knees back past her ears until she saw the audience upside
down.  Her chin rested on her pubic mound, and while in this painful position
one of them wrapped an arm around her slender waist and squeezed her hard,
forcing her to shit.

Her anus opened with the internal pressure from being squeezed while being
bent double, and a long shit-log began to slide out uncontrollably toward the
audience.  The first stool fell onto the stage between the men holding her.
It was flattened on the bottom, but was firm enough to hold its shape.  Her
face flushed beet red with embarrassment at this outrage to her privacy, and
perhaps from the awkward position she found herself in.

She had found herself turned on with the display of her sex, but she was not
the kind of girl who would involve herself in a public scatological
exhibition, even if all these leering people in the audience were nothing but
foreigners!  The men pulled her head forward so that her chin rested just
above her cunt, with the shitting hole in clear sight.  Then they rotated her,
placing her asshole above her face, and forced her jaws apart as the next
thick stink log slid out of her spreading anus in time for her to catch the
dropping turd in her mouth!

Her own harsh muck slid across the moist lips of her cunt as if it were a
guiding chute, and then slowly dropped between the parted painted lips of her
mouth.  She tried to scream, but that just opened her throat, allowing her
steaming shit-log to slide roughly down the length of her tongue and then on
down into her waiting gullet.

The taste was so repugnant to her that Jennifer began to gag, and by blocking
the action, the energy was transmitted to her colon, and she embarrassed
herself even further by shitting out another thick turd, which followed the
path of the first, directly to her mouth.  She was so embarrassed that she
immediately swallowed the repugnant mass of her own rectal offal.  The crowd
loved it.  Jennifer was enraged.

They were sure now that this bitch was going to be the one, and all that
happened in the meantime was just preparation.  She couldn't wait for the
horrible ordeal to be over.  She would never forgive Tony for subjecting her
to this.  What startled her was that instead of turning away, the audience
seemed to love the disgusting and debasing display.

She could see the battered naked little girl with the punk pumping his spunk
into her throat.  The big prick was being thrust into the child's throat so
deeply it appeared to Jennifer that the girl's jaw was broken.  She appeared
to have passed out again, and blood was trickling from her sexy little crotch.
The audience were on their feet, cheering the outrageous display of
debauchery.

The curtain dropped and the men put Jennifer unceremoniously down.  As she
moved toward the side of the small stage to give Tony a piece of her mind she
saw it.  There was a marquee board announcing the act she had just taken part
in.  It read:

LITTLE GIRL RAPED
LIVE on STAGE
HER MOTHER FORCED TO EAT HER OWN SHIT
featuring
THE SELECTED WOMAN

There was that phrase again.  She had to remember to ask Tony what it meant.

"You Bastard!"  she screamed at Tony while he cleaned her up backstage. "That
was a set-up!  What kind of fucking fool do you take me for?"

He had a warm wet towel between her legs, rubbing the shit out of her cunt and
from her asshole.  He was handling her like an exotic animal, not a human, and
he was totally ignoring her scolding.

"You knew they were going to make me do that!" she ranted at him.  "You
Asshole!  You have your nerve getting me involved in a brutal humiliating show
like that!"  She could feel her neck going red with her anger.  "Making me eat
my own offal in front of that audience is so disgusting I can't even tell
you," she continued.  "And raping the kid is one thing, making her have brutal
sex on stage with several men at once in front of an audience was what she was
brought here for, like you explained, but the beating!  They might as well
have murdered her!"

"They don't kill all the entertainers," he said, finally acknowledging her.
"You're alive, aren't you?"

The shock of what he said took a moment to hit her.  Her mind flashed back to
the whipping stage last night, and the image of the decapitation of the French
girl Jennine burned again into her mind.  She now knew there really were no
limits to what could be done to the female entertainers on this evil ship.
Perhaps the only reason she was alive was that she was needed for the act with
the animals.  Would there be a twist ending to that act that she might not be
supposed to survive?

Tony gave her a mouth rinse to get the taste of her crap out of her mouth.
She took several rinses, spitting the excess out onto the floor.  In the
corner of the hallway sat the little girl, unattended, severely bruised and
with blood trickling from her vagina, anus and the corner of her mouth.
Jennifer had to admit that she had felt sexually stimulated by the sight of
the pretty little kid being brutally beaten and violently raped.  Even sitting
there naked and helpless, with cum dribbling out of her swollen and bruised
little cunnie, the kid was erotically stimulating.

My God, she thought to herself, what's happening to me?  Look at me standing
naked, spewing mouthwash out onto the floor like a common whore.  How far I've
come in so few days!

"Those brutal bastards had no right to do that to me," she said, "Its bad
enough raping and beating that little girl, but hurting me, and making me eat
my own stinking poop in front of all those people!"

In response Tony clamped a studded leather collar around her neck, and
attached a chain to it.

"Listen, cunt," he said to her, "you're my personal property aboard this ship,
and you'll do as I say."  He ran the chain down between her legs as he stood
her up straight, so that it pressed against her gold clit ring and rubbed
against her cunt meat and her asshole as it was jerked tightly up through her
ass crack.

"HELP!!"  Jennifer  screamed as Tony  pushed  the  beautiful naked woman ahead
of him down the hallway which was lined with several waiting slaves.  Jennifer
had never been on this deck before.  On either side of the narrow passageway
were chained naked female sex slaves of all ages, either waiting to entertain
the passengers, or having just come out of one of the many small theaters.

Jennifer's eyes opened wide in disbelief.

Some of the naked chained females were in perfect physical shape, without a
mark on them.  These were the ones that were waiting to go in front of an
audience in one of the small theaters to face unknown sexual horrors.  Some of
the girls had somehow had their sex organs enormously enlarged, making them
more interesting for sexual diversions.

Several others of the gorgeous naked women and girls had been severely abused,
with large bruises, cuts and scratches, and even a few large open wounds.
Pools of warm blood formed where some of them stood or sat stark naked in that
steamy over-heated hallway in the lower reaches of the ship.  These poor
damaged bitches had already entertained, and they had done so at great
personal and physical cost.

Along this corridor the women and girls were stacked for the more bizarre
exhibitions, and then they were chained here afterwards until the handlers
could get them back to their quarters, or to wherever they took those too
badly damaged to use again in the brutal shows.

One large breasted girl in her early teens had one hacked tit hanging down her
belly by a strand of flesh, and a tube of gut protruding through a long gash
in her lower belly.  She looked up with the large dulled brown gentle eyes of
a cow, and Jennifer saw for the first time what it was the guests saw as
entertaining in the brutal treatment of the women victims.

There was no emotional involvement with them, they were just like domestic
meat animals, living sex objects to abuse, as severely as they wished.  This
was pure live entertainment.  It was happening right now.  The best part of
all was knowing that they were bringing pain and suffering to the beautiful
helpless cunts.

"God," she thought, "is that me thinking this way?"

She knew the answer was yes, and she found that shocking.

What shocked her most of all was that all of these naked females were chained
up like slaves, like animals.  There was no sign of medical attention, and for
the first time Jennifer sensed a smell of death hanging in the ship, the
feeling that the lives of these captive females was cheap and to be expended
at the whim of the people in control.

At that moment she felt herself having a mind induced orgasm.  On this ship
the women victims were beef at the slaughter, sex toys for total terminal
abuse.  Sex meat, she thought to herself.  The debasing term for the naked
female slaves appealed to her.  This suddenly caused a deepening of that
strange churning in her gut, which she could have mistaken for excitement.

None of these slaves was in any position to help Jennifer, and she saw that
they were themselves helpless, and for them their situation was completely
hopeless.  Because it was hopeless for them, and nothing could be done to save
them, she realized she could get into the carnal lust that would permit open
enjoyment of the exciting merciless brutality these bitches had or were about
to experience.

Thank God I'm not like them, she thought as she passed a girl with a huge four
inch pipe sticking out of her ruined asshole.  Tony was just trying to make a
point with this chain and collar.  For now she was completely at Tony's mercy,
and she was not sure mercy was part of how this man operated.  Certainly not
from the way he was jerking the chain through her abused cunt meat as she
climbed the narrow stairs to the next deck.  She felt as if the rough chain
were going to rip her poor crotch wide open, scraping against the swelling of
her anus and the raw lips of her vagina.  She knew she was powerless to do
anything about it.

When they reached his cabin, he chained her to the foot of the bed and jammed
a big hypo into her ass, shooting her full of drugs.

"What the fuck have I let myself in for," she thought as she felt her head
begin to spin.  Soon the whole room was spinning, out of control.  She
mercifully passed out, and slept deeply the whole night.

In the morning Tony gave her a second shot, but this one didn't make her
sleep.  Instead it made her feel listless.  A staff woman brought her some
bread and fruit, then came back at noon and gave her soup and fried fish. When
she had finished eating she was given another injection, and within a few
minutes she felt rising anxiety and nervous tension.  That relentless restless
feeling soon increased to frustration, and then anger.

What were these people doing to her, and what were these strange drugs they
were injecting her?  What were they doing to her?  Where was Tony?

She got up and paced as far as the chain would allow her as her frustration
and anger grew.  Her restricted movements served to further elevate her
frustration.

For the evening meal she had peas, corn and carrots, and a thick cut of rare
roast beef.  She was given another shot of drugs, then she was taken down to
the 'S' deck, where the sadism acts were performed.  She felt herself getting
more and more agitated, and although she realized that it was the drugs, she
couldn't help but notice she was getting hornier as she grew more angry.  It
was an out of control feeling, where she felt erotic sexual excitement and at
the same time was certain she would fly off the handle at the least
aggravation any moment.  She found it both frightening and somehow releasing.

Three female attendants had brought her down to this lower deck.  They were
wearing the short white cotton shifts of the ship's female staff and the
special red spike heeled shoes that made their muscular legs look so sexy.
Another woman in the same simple bus sexy outfit brought a costume for her and
helped her into it.  She remained essentially naked, because the skimpy
costume consisted simply of black polished spiked heeled boots, a wide tight
leather belt, and a black silk top hat.

She also wore long black suede leather gloves, with a dozen raised brass studs
embedded in each of the reinforced knuckles.  With these anyone that was
struck would not only bruise but with enough force she thought that a woman's
flesh would probably split.  Without thinking, she impulsively took a swipe at
one of the attendants just to test the glove.  She caught the woman's large
right breast with an upper cut.  The injured woman fell to the floor
screaming, and the others grabbed Jennifer to control her.  The studs on her
glove had ripped through the downed woman's cotton dress, and the white
material was turning crimson where they had also ripped deep into the tender
flesh of her big mammary.

The screaming woman pulled the dress off the big boob to see the damage, and
Jennifer saw that she had split the bitch's nipple clean in half.  The injured
female attendant got to her feet cursing, but she knew better than to damage a
show bitch that was the organization's property, particularly just before it
was going to be put into a theater to perform.

The attendant who had brought in the costume also carried a long tightly woven
whip as part of her costume.  It was also a highly functional weapon.  It had
a rigid two inch thick handle, and it gradually tapered to the slender and
very flexible tip ten feet from the handle.  The business end of the fifteen
foot long whip was knotted, and the foot long thin strips of leather past the
knot were again knotted at the tips.  These knots had been dipped in an acid
and then dried so that they had shrunk and hardened, and they were now as hard
as talons.

Jennifer eyed the whip, recognizing the damage it could do, and longed to get
her hands on it, so she could show these bitches that she didn't like being
held captive in this confining room.  She reached for it, but the attendant
held it back, because they had to complete her preparation first. They held
her arms and legs while the brown curly pubic hair was shaved from around
Jennifer's flared cunt, leaving only a carefully trimmed heart shaped patch
above it, so that the delicate sex flesh was not only fully exposed but was
actually highlighted.

When she stood up she saw her reflection in a full length mirror, and was
stimulated by the gross sexuality of her own obscene image.  She realized she
was the most perfect female specimen on board the ship.  She faced the mirror,
spread her legs and thrust her pelvis forward, exposing the fullness of her
clearly aroused sex organ.  Her image was such a turn-on that she felt an
orgasm coming just from looking at herself.

She was so impatient for action that she suddenly grabbed the whip away from
the woman holding it, and all of the attendants who had been getting her ready
left the room before Jennifer became too violent.  Alone now, Jennifer paced
up and down the narrow dressing room, somewhere deep in the bowels of the ship
whose whole reason for being was to be a safe haven for the production of
perverted sexual entertainment.  She could feel her pulse racing, and she
stamped her feet in the high heeled boots, anxious to get on with whatever
horror these degenerate people had dreamed up for her this time.

Through the drug she could hear what she was saying to herself, and was
startled that she was actually looking forward to whatever debasing act they
had dreamed up for her, hoping it would defuse her hostility.  She remembered
the women chained in that hallway behind the theaters, and felt her excitement
rising as she imagined herself having one of those gorgeous cunts at her
disposal.  Why else would they have given her the studded gloves and the whip,
she thought, with her impatience, anger and excitement growing in unison.

Because of the drugs it seemed like hours, but it was only several moments
later that the other door opened, and Jennifer stepped through it onto a stage
in front of a small gathering of seated guests who waited for her.  In the
middle of the stage was a luscious young girl, lashed naked with leather
thongs, upside down facing Jennifer, with her back to crossed beams.  A pretty
little six year old girl with beautifully curled long blonde hair and wearing
a pretty white party dress and an adult's high heeled shoes was licking at the
girl's bloated cunt to keep its flower petals open wide.

The child stopped what she was doing and got out of the way when she saw
Jennifer in her bizarre costume, armed with the long black whip.  The crowd of
people parted for Jennifer as she moved forward.  She was surprised that as
she moved toward the helpless girl the momentum of her anger focused on the
exotic bound form, and was quickly turning to rage.

The inverted and bound teenager saw her and gave her the most curious pained
yet pleased look.  With that look Jennifer realized that her job now was to
satisfy a flaming teenaged masochist!  She planted her spike heel booted feet
wide apart and lifted the whip.  As she drew it back, she felt the drug
induced anger swelling up to the bursting point with-in her, and she was able
to focus it all directly on the exposed figure of the naked and helpless young
girl.

The girl spoke to her in a dark lusty voice.  Although she did not understand
what the girl was saying, she recognized that the gorgeous young bitch was
Italian.  She was in her early teens, but she had the fully developed
voluptuous body of a twenty year old.  Her large breasts hung to her
shoulders, and the girl's beautifully prepared gaping vagina was shrouded in
dense black pubic curls which parted to reveal the delicate pink lips of her
pretty vagina.  The sight of her made Jennifer almost as excited as looking at
herself.

The host told the audience she had been the illicit lover of an Italian
Cabinet Minister with a penchant for pretty young girls.  The influential man
had fully enjoyed her delightful charms, which everyone could now see, but now
the man had a twelve year old mistress, and he found this girl to be both an
embarrassment and an inconvenience.  In other words, he was saying this
beautiful teenager was completely dispensable.  The Italian Government
Official didn't want to see her again, and it was important to him that nobody
else in his country ever saw her again either.

The little girl in the party dress clumped off the stage in her high heels as
the whip in Jennifer's hand started to move back for the first lash.  While it
sizzled through the air the man explained to the audience that the beautiful
sexy woman with the whip was now going to flail the young girl to death.

Jennifer was horrified when she heard the remarkable announcement, but the
whip was by now irreversibly on its way forward, lashing at the beautiful
bound nude female body before her.  When the hard dry thongs struck the pale
flesh of her dangling tits the young girl screamed, and Jennifer felt her own
skin crawl with excitement.

Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at the expectant crowd of Sadism
fans, all of them expecting to see the beautiful young girl being brutally
tortured and then killed by this bizarrely costumed and attractive young woman
wielding the vicious whip.  On the mirrored wall at the back of the small
stage she again saw her bizarre reflection.  Although the black leather boots,
gloves, belt and silk top hat had an evil look, her eyes were drawn to her
exposed vagina, with the flared cunt meat showing gleaming beads of her
excitement.

She looked at the welt that was rising across the big bare tits of the
fourteen year old victim, and at the dribbles of female sex fluid trickling
from the helpless youth's gaping cunt, and she realized that the girl was a
full blown masochist, fully enjoying her plight.  Any hurt she gave her would
be welcomed, and this made Jennifer's anger grow.

She'd show this gorgeous young cunt real pain, and she would make her beg for
her to stop, or she'd whip the beautiful Italian cunt to death!  As was
expected of her.  She was just doing what was natural, after all.  Severe
beatings were what was completely normal in the theaters of violent sports on
this deck.  She didn't have to decide how far to go with the whipping right
now, but she could still get in some good licks at the stimulated cunt of the
girl bound on the rack.

She put more force behind the second blow of the whip, aiming her snaking
weapon at that large dripping cunt.  She missed, slashing instead across the
girl's stomach, and the kick of the whip drew blood.  Jennifer felt a twinge
in her own stomach.  This was not pain but excitement at the brute power in
her hands.  This poor little bitch was hers, and she had just made her bleed!
Unsatisfied with this indignity she was subjecting the girl to, she aimed
higher, and this time caught the blood gorged cunt and split open a vein in
the flared cuntlips.  Crimson blood spurted from the side of the sliced cunt,
and she went for it again, swinging the whip with all her strength.

Again she missed, cutting the screaming girl's stomach, deeper this time, and
blood oozed from the split muscle.  She wondered if she would have the power
to cut right through the tight stomach muscle with the whip to reveal the
bundle of pink goodies inside.

The bitch's scream drew Jennifer's attention to the girl's face, with its
glowing adolescent complexion.  She lashed viciously at the girl's open
gasping mouth, wanting to mar her beauty.  She was surprised at her accuracy.
The blow split the corners of her mouth, and the backlash of the blow broke
the girl's nose.  The blood that spurted from the upside-down girl's nostrils
threatened to drown her,  but unconcerned, Jennifer went at the big bobbing
tits and belly again, viciously lacing them with a crisscross pattern of torn
flesh.  The harder she swung the whip, the fiercer her need to damage the
voluptuous young body hanging suspended before her.

She could feel the moisture gathering and lathering in her own cunt, dripping
onto her legs as she swung the brutally damaging whip at the helpless naked
body of the young girl.  The cheers of the audience increased her internal
heat, and drove her to even greater excesses with her helpless naked victim.
Jennifer lashed at the lean taunt legs, and when the blood streaked them both,
she went once more to the inviting cunt.  The pretty youth's body arched as
much as her tight bindings permitted when the vicious whip blasted down across
her cuntlips, bruising them with its smashing blow.

She brought the whip down a second time between the girl's legs, separating
the blood gorged flesh petals and smashing them against her now blood smeared
groin.  The next blow wrapped two of the slender tip thongs around her
protruding clit, and when Jennifer jerked the whip back it pulled suddenly and
painfully on the damaged sex finger, tugging the engorged organ from its
protective hood.

The girl's scream rocked the audience, and they screamed back for more of her
blood.  Jennifer had never had an aroused crowd chant at her before, urging
her on, totally depending on her for their entertainment.  With a sudden jerk
on the whip she ripped the horny little bitch's clit clean off!  A panic rose
in her gut, but she felt that she could control it, if only she could numb her
mind to the horror being experienced by the writhing naked girl.

Blood sprayed from every fresh blow of the whip as it slashed the young
screaming young girl's exposed flesh now, and Jennifer felt her excitement
flaring as she saw the damage her blows with the whip were doing to the
teenager's naked flesh.  The angry welts from the whip stood high in well
defined ridges, with droplets of the young bitch's blood oozing along their
upper edges where the skin had been damaged from the severe force of the
blows.  Jennifer was getting better with the whip, and felt she could control
the amount of damage she would do, and she was excited to find her limit.  She
lashed the whip across the big dangling bloody tits, and the tightly woven
blood-stained leather smashed against the girl's erect nipples, actually
splitting the right one in two!  This was the second nipple she had split
today, the first had been with the knife, on that ignorant woman attendant.

This was more exciting because she had done it with real deliberation rather
than impulsively.  Jennifer was so excited by her growing accuracy with the
whip that she lashed at the other nipple, and with four rapid blows, the tip
of the whip ripped the hard flesh bud clean off the damaged breast, just like
it had done to the girl's clit.  Now Jennifer noticed for the first time the
three rough long sparkler rods that lay on the carpet below the rack, and the
small gold box of wooden matches beside them.

Jennifer had always been fascinated with sparklers as a child, but had never
had any of her own to play with.

Suddenly as she looked at the golden box of matches she realized why they had
been left there, and what it was she was expected to do.  The devastating
possibilities with these intensely hot-burning sparklers in the girl's supple
flesh blew her mind.  If placed inside the girl's flesh they were capable of
cooking it!  She placed the handle of her whip against the tight ring of the
girl's anus, then roughly thrust the thick braided leather shaft deep into her
colon, scraping the lining of her stuffed shit tube.  This was the first act
that had actually horrified the girl.  With extra force she heaved downward,
driving the stiff handle more than a foot into the teenager's asshole.

"You deserve one last piss, cunt," she said, and began punching the young
girl's lower belly with the studded gloves.  The studs were as brutal to the
naked flesh as the whip had been, and the girl's screams filled the room,
drowning out the cheers of the spectators.  She drew blood, and soon it
covered the bright studs on her gloves.

Finally under the force of the repeated blows the girl's bladder let go its
contents, and her hot piss splashed over the blood stained carpet.  She took
one of the coarse sparklers and placed the tip into the young female
masochist's enlarged and damp piss slit.  She wrapped her other hand around
one of the severely damaged tits and with gradual pressure, began sliding,
twisting and scraping the course sparkler rod deep into the youth's delicate
piss tube.  She had taken her last piss through it, as the rough sparkler
material coating the rod painfully scraped and gouged the delicate membrane
lining the narrow piss passage, as it was pushed all the way up into her
bladder.

The gorgeous young girl went crazy with the pain.  Jennifer felt another twist
of excitement in her gut, feeling a sense of abandon, and was driven to give
the girl even more pain.  She thrust the other two sparklers into the firm
flesh of the girl's tits by driving the sharp ends into the torn tips where
the nipples had been.  She drove them in until she felt them scraping the
girl's ribs, then she pushed them in another inch deep , so that the ends slid
between the ribs.

These thin steel rods were thickly coated with a silvery rust-like material
that generated its own oxygen as it burned.  Once at a high class restaurant
in New York Jennifer had seen a waiter light a pair of them too soon on a
birthday cake, because the guest had gone to the washroom.  The waiter had
quickly pulled the sparklers out of the cake and plunged them into a water
pitcher to put them out, but they continued to burn brightly under water,
producing geysers of hot steam.

Jennifer knew they would burn just as fiercely inside the flesh of this bound
girl.  Her breath was tight and the audience silent with anxious anticipation
as she opened the golden match box, selected a match and struck it.  Her hand
shook with anticipation as she held the tip under the end of the sparkler
sticking about an inch out of the girl's piss slit.  After several seconds,
with a flashing burst it was suddenly alight.

Jennifer watched, mesmerized as the lights were dimmed and everyone could see
the brightly flashing sparkler burn steadily toward the lips of the girl's
gaping cunt.  The room suddenly exploded with her screams as the bright
burning dot found the fold over her little urine hole.  The skin around the
stuffed piss hole dried, then reddened, then blistered.  The girl's cunt was
starting to smoke.

The intensely hot bead of fire, fed by its own oxygen supply, quickly burned
its way up into the tube of her urethra, and then the pubic mound itself
glowed from the fire burning inside it.  Jennifer could feel her cunt foaming
with her cum, excited by the girl's torment.

Quickly she ignited the two sparklers piercing the girl's big tits.  They both
burst into flame, and then gradually burned their way toward her flesh.  The
beautiful young Italian girl's screams were redoubled as they burned slowly
into her large mammaries.  Jennifer was unable to take her eyes off the
chemical covered steel rod burning its way slowly up into the girl's bladder.
The beautiful girl was screaming her throat raw, and for good reason.  Her
cunt and tit meat was slowly turning brown as it cooked from the inner fire.

The screaming young victim looked bizarre suspended upside down on the rack
with the sparklers burning brightly into her flesh.  As the cherry red glow
moved deeper into her and gradually dimmed, the stage lights were turned up
again.  Smoke still spewed from the three burn holes with the hot steel shaft
sticking from the middle of each of them.

The pretty young Italian masochist was now clearly going out of her mind with
the horror being done to her, but because she was still conscious and alert,
Jennifer felt there was still full value to be derived in carrying on with the
brutal bitch torture session.  Since the girl was destined to die on the ship,
they had everything to gain by making her demise as entertaining and enjoyable
as possible.

Jennifer jerked the whip handle out of the girl's tight asshole and went back
to work whipping her.  At first she focused her blows on the teenager's
freshly cooked cunt meat.  The damaged  fuck hole was very vulnerable now.
She was able to strip off bits of the cooked meat easily, as well as the
bloody cunt lips around it, and soon she had removed much of the girl's
roasted cunt.

To Jennifer's and the audience's delight, when the vagina was almost
completely removed, the girl's uterus pressed slowly forward into view through
the gaping hole.  It revealed the starfish purple and pink cervix, and as the
internal organ squeezed into full view, the twin pear shaped ovaries popped
through the torn hole, dangling by the tough connective tissue to the thick
uterus.

Jennifer stared in disbelief at what she had done. She had virtually destroyed
this young woman's chances of ever having sex.  She had totally demolished her
sex organs.  This was real power.  The freshly revealed internal female organs
were still raw, but were now totally exposed.  The sparklers in the girl's
tits had cooked their way right through the big mammaries, completely roasting
them from the inside.

The crazed girl screamed amazingly well at the horrific pain that now racked
her whole body.  The now highly aroused insatiable audience shouted for more,
and Jennifer happily complied.  After several stunning blows of the whip to
the fat uterus and swollen ovaries, Jennifer managed to wrap the tip of the
whip around one of the pear-shaped protrusions, the heart of the female
reproductive system.

This was the girl's inner-most sex organ!  Pulling the whip sharply back, she
drew the pink ovary away from the girl's exposed uterus, and with several
sharp jerks, she managed finally to rip the organ clean off the side of the
thrashing girl's uterus!

She repeated the violent operation with the whip on the second ovary, and as
it ripped away the spongy uterus rebounded, and the shock sucked the whole
inner sex organ back in through the opening where the girl's cunt had once
been.

The highly demonstrative audience screamed out their full approval at the
brutal show Jennifer was providing.  She could feel the heat rising to even
higher levels in her stomach and crotch.  There was no reason to hold back;
she could do what ever she pleased with this girl, who's fate was that she was
to be wasted.

Just then the pretty six year old girl with the beautifully curled long blonde
hair came clumping onto the stage.  Her dress had been removed and she was now
stark naked, except for a perfectly fitting pair of red high heeled shoes.

She was carrying a red satin pillow.  On the pillow rested a gold handled
dagger, with a sharp curved blade.  Jennifer took the blade, and startled even
herself by testing the dagger on the child, who innocently stood as she had
been carefully trained to do.

Her knees were spread and her pelvis was rotated. Unknowingly she was offering
her naked little split pubes to the knife.  Jennifer powerfully thrust the
sharp curved steel up into the little girl's tiny cunt, then ripped upward,
slicing open the naked child's round little belly cleanly up through the navel
and on up to her rib cage.

The screaming little girl dropped to her knees, and as her knees hit the stage
her entrails slid out of her.  Then the gutted naked child fell flat on her
face, covering the mess of pink guts she had made.  The sharp curved dagger
had easily passed the violent test.

The crowd went wild.

Even with the blood and gore around her, Jennifer felt a rush of power.

She had never experienced such freedom.  She could do the most evil things she
could imagine, and she would be cheered on by this decadent audience!  With
wild abandon she moved over to the teenaged girl bound  helplessly upside-down
to the rack.  She attacked, hacking at the girl's exposed meat while avoiding
the vital organs.  She wanted her to remain conscious as long as possible, to
experience the brutal treatment she now saw she was capable of dishing out.

The deck around her was covered with pools of the girl's blood and fresh
chunks of her meat before her pinkish intestines and organs were allowed to
slither out.  Jennifer's lungs filled and she threw her head back in triumph
and let go a primitive scream of victory.  She had gone the distance with the
girl, and had even slaughtered the child, without feeling the slightest twinge
of conscience.  She was a star, and the people cheering her on all loved her!
She drew the dull edge of the dagger through her own vagina to coat herself
with the little girl's blood, then she suddenly and violently plunged the
knife into the teenager's ruined crotch, feeling the rage inside her at last
resolved with this brutal and violent act.

She pulled the blood-soaked blade out of the desecrated teenager's sexless
crotch, and then, grasping the girl's hair and pulling the head back, she
deliberately slashed the girl's throat, bring to a gurgling end the fourteen
year old's incessant screaming.  She thrust the blade into the girl's belly,
then abruptly she strutted proudly out of the theater.

She had seen Tony sitting in the audience watching her performance just
moments before, and was startled to see he was now standing in the holding
room waiting for her.  He quickly snapped a steel collar around her neck, and
stripped off her gloves, boots and belt.  He led her off down the narrow
passageway past a whole new set of naked slave girls, most unmarked, but some
severely battered or worse.  Some of them had been viciously slashed.  They
brushed past them all as if Tony were in a great hurry, and he took her
directly on up to their cabin.

Without saying a word, he thrust her into the shower, turned on the hot water,
and left her standing for several minutes in the scalding hot spray.  Then he
opened the door and jerked her leash, pulling her out of the shower as he
turned off the hot cleansing spray.  He clipped her chain to a loop bolt in
the cabin wall and left her sitting on the bunk, locking the door as he left.

She was alone now.

As the effects of the drugs slowly subsided she was able to contemplate what
she had just done.  She sat staring down at her nakedness.  She was proud of
her beautiful body, and had learned on this ship the savage instincts that lay
within her and which were finding release for the first time in her life.  The
next evening was the big show.

With her brazen attack on the defenseless Italian teenager, Jennifer had made
her impression on this international crowd.  The word would quickly spread
throughout the ship, with vivid descriptions being given of her abilities and
fearless abandon.  She knew that when she went into the pit for the animal
fight tomorrow night, every other theater on the ship would be empty.  She was
now the super star of the exciting performances on the ship, or at least after
her appearance in the death pit tomorrow night there would be no question of
it.

She looked at the trickle of sex juices dribbling from her excitement-flared
cunt.  Her hand moved involuntarily to the beautiful sex meat plaything
between her legs.  Her fingers expertly  parted the thick folds over her erect
clit, and began to rub the sensitive nub, pushing against the gold ring
piercing the sensitive flesh, raising her own sexual excitement  until the
flow of her juices doubled.

She felt a raw carnal lust that she had never before experienced.  It was more
than a sex lust, it was a blood lust for the extreme degeneracy she was
experiencing, and she knew that right now her incredible lusting for sexual
violence was insatiable.  She somehow felt that nothing would satisfy her, but
she had to reach for that depth of depravity she longed for to satisfy the
growing urges that she now felt through her whole magnificent body.  She stuck
a finger down into the vagina opening, feeling the fleshy ridges which parted
easily and allowed a second finger beside the first.

She inserted a third finger, and massaged the relaxed and ready hole until she
worked in the fourth and the tip of her thumb.  It was like driving a wedge,
but as she pushed she could feel the cunt muscle slowly yielding, so she
continued to work her hand in a twisting motion until suddenly her cunt muscle
grasped her wrist!  She startled herself by inserting her whole hand deep into
her own organ.

She noticed that when she moved even a little, the lips of her cunt tugged at
the flesh hood over her clit, massaging it and exciting her.  She made a fist
inside herself, and began a stroking action, her knuckles rolling along the
vagina walls.  She felt the soft pad at the back of her vagina, and was
suddenly curious about her cervix.  She had read about it and had seen
drawings, but now her fingers were against it, and she would have a chance to
touch it.

Carefully she opened her fist and explored the interior of her cunt.  It felt
so different than the drawings showed that it took her some time to decide
which fold or dimple was in fact the mysterious opening of the expandable
birth channel into her uterus.  She was surprised that there wasn't nearly as
much feeling in there as she would have guessed.  Jennifer used her fingernail
to explore the depths of her vagina, but felt no scratching, just the
movement.

When her fingernail ran into a dead end of a fold, she would try another, and
at she last found her finger spreading a dimple more than she had done with
any of the others.  She continued working the finger until it was gradually
being encased in a tight little tube.  Her own cervix was now tightly gripping
her finger!

She could feel that the narrow tube spread the further she went into it, and
had completely buried her finger when she realized that her finger had entered
her own uterus!  The feeling was overwhelming, and she felt herself enter a
long and continuous orgasm.

Her face was flushed with excitement, and she didn't know how long she had
been sitting there finger fucking her uterus while she was fist fucking
herself, when Tony returned.  He was startled to see his prize bitch sitting
hunched over with her arm up her own cunt.  My, God, he thought, what a
magnificent find this American librarian has been!

She was much more than he had imagined when he had first spotted her in that
Copenhagen bar.  She was proving to be the best bitch he had ever found and
delivered to the Cruise Ships, and he saw the potential to make his mark with
the Organization with this fabulous bitch.  While he had left her alone, he
had carefully arranged that the animal fight in the savage death pit tomorrow
night would guarantee himself a high paying market for the cunts he abducted.

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 when the curtain was drawn aside, and in a large cage
she saw the little Dutch girl she had performed with in the kiddie rape show a
few days before.  The child was bound by her wrists to the top of the cage,
and was otherwise free.  She was stark naked.

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 little girl was going to pay royally for her rescue
from the streets of Amsterdam.  She kicked and screamed in terror as the beast
checked her over, carefully inspecting the human morsel he had been given.  A
shrill whistle sounded, and the animal suddenly bolted forward.  The baboon
was clearly wild, but had been conditioned to respond to the whistle, which
was not unlike the shrill scream of the child.

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 rutting 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 rutting 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
rutting 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!"  

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 single serving cereal box.  This powerful prick was going
to peel her alive, baring her whole insides and her skeleton!  She was
suddenly aware that her nose was pressed against his anus, and that the
enlarged warm sphincter was throbbing and could at any moment open.  The man
was sweating profusely, and she guessed that he had been sweating for some
time, because his steaming crotch smelled pungent and vile.

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 death.  Jennifer felt alternating flashes of
hot and cold, and a ringing in her ears from the roar of the excited audience
as the man grabbed her big tits and pulled them wide apart, separating her
flesh from her rib cage!  Her whole insides were now revealed, from her uterus
and ovaries among the tangle of pink guts to the darker lungs and heart easily
seen through the pain wracked bitch's now exposed ribs.

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 and muscle-bound women.  With both men grasping
the thick handles of the long spears firmly, they thrust them not only deep
into the cunts of the spiked women, but with all of their might they drove
them deep into the twin muscular torsos, completely impaling the beautiful
screaming women.

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 rutted 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.

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.

Angella missed the next four cruises of the evil sex cruise ship, while she
healed in a special clinic run by the cruise ship line.  She had come out of
the ordeal better than the other two survivors of the bizarre gambling event.
All three of the women shared a room, because they were all receiving the same
treatment for similar damage.

One of the women was a Jewess named Rachael.  She had luxurious auburn hair,
and a finely chiseled face.  Besides her firm round breasts,  which she as
well as the others had stretched and bulged so horribly, she had incredible
legs and a intriguingly slender waist.  The other cunt was the brown haired
Suzette, a French girl with a soft looking but firm figure.  She was only
seventeen, and was more athletic than she appeared.  She had been spectacular
in her high heels, and now Angella saw that she looked just as good in her
bare feet, even as she was recovering from her severe injuries.

Both of these creatures exuded sexuality.  Angella realized this was also true
of herself, and that their strong sexually stimulating appearance was why they
had been selected for the horrible gambling event they had been forced into,
with its catastrophic outcome for two of them, and terrible results for these
three.  The skilled doctors were excellent plastic surgeons, and repaired
their deep whip wounds so well that there was virtually no trace of the brutal
slices in their buttocks and legs.  Their hugely distended breasts were
another matter.  The tight binding wires had rearranged the fatty meat inside
the stretched mammaries, and the treatment had been to inject silicone into
the enlarged breasts, filling them out to their original incredible shape, but
at the same time to enlarge them yet further.  The silicone was specially
colored to resemble human muscle and fat, in case the breasts were opened in
future violent entertainments.  This mammary reshaping operation was also
successful, and the girls now sported firm fifty-five inch bust-lines.

The heavy iron ring had been removed from her vagina, leaving the smooth
pierce holes, which would allow another such steel ring to be easily attached
to her sex organ whenever it pleased her masters.  To offset the visual
imbalance created by the remarkable enhancement of their breasts, causing a
front-heavy look to their figures, the three gorgeous girls also had their
nipples extended and their buttocks enlarged to a new roundness, which was so
well executed by the doctors it provided a perfect balance without becoming
grotesque.

Angella was transferred back to the ship with the other girls in the meat
supply wagon, gagged and packed inside a wooden crate with the other girls,
like sides of boxed beef.  The crate was hoisted aboard the ship and was
lowered deep into the forward hold.  Inside the ship, a fork lift moved the
crate into the special human stock receiving area, were Tony watched her and
the other two altered cunts being uncrated.  All of the girls being returned
after recovery had been exercised at the hospital before shipping, and they
were all certified by the medical and training specialists to be fit for reuse
and the most severe forms of sexual abuse.

Angella saw Tony watching her uncrating, as she was being collared and chained
to a string of more than twenty newly arrived fresh female stock as well as
others returning from the recovery hospital.  She glared at him for abandoning
her to the common usage of the ship's general supply of slave bitches.  She
noticed that he gave more of his attention to Rachael than to her, but she
rationalized that it was really only a glance, and he had not seen as much of
this very beautiful Jewish bitch as he had of her.  She had anticipated being
his personal slave, not realizing that she was worth much more to him as a
sale than for personal use.  He had been procuring women successfully for the
cruise ship for several years, based on that remarkable ability to discover,
captivate, and to enslave the right kind of women.

He had brought seven more gorgeous and willing young women into subjective
service aboard the  ship since he had recruited Angella, in addition to seven
more young "guests" aboard the ship who were in various stages of the attitude
conditioning process prior to their introduction to permanent servitude.  He
now had only a passing interest in this remarkable slave bitch, because the
agenda for her outrageous show-killing was now fully determined.  Angella was
every man's dream of tantalizing sex, both cuddly and aloof, the perfect match
for a terminal slave bitch on this violent sex show cruise ship.  She was not
aware of the reason for her cooling attention to her, and her resentful glare
mellowed to a simpering seductive facade as she looked to him to save her from
the terror of her dreadful fate.

Tony smiled and winked at Angella, to give her a sense of hope to cling to,
and he was pleased to see his simple gesture had put a spring in her step as
he watched the luscious line of fresh bitch meat being paraded naked down into
the holding pens in the bottom of the ship, near the bow, where the ride would
be the roughest possible.  When the last naked ass had disappeared through the
doorway, he turned and returned to his cabin.

Charlotte lay sprawled on top of his bed, naked, her soft tummy and full
breasts pressed against the bead spread, her dark brown eyes smiling
seductively at him as Tony entered his cabin.  He had picked up the gorgeous
raven haired English woman in London's Soho District, in a chic club that
featured high kicking topless dancers.  Topless was just a figure of speech,
because the long legged girls in the chorus line wore extravagant but skimpy
feathered and sequined costumes like the famous dancers of Las Vegas, but in
the Soho clubs the dancers' well trimmed, protruding, and rouged vaginas were
as fully featured as were their impressive firm bouncing breasts.

In these exotic clubs the more advanced British civilization was in evidence.
Here the girls could appear nude legally as soon as they sprouted breasts, and
the average age of the chorus line of dancers was fourteen.  These
sophisticated young ladies matured earlier than did American girls, and they
wore jewelry in their pierced vagina lips as the American girls did in their
ears.  Charlotte was a show choreographer for the sexually oriented acts
performed by the talented young nude dancers, and Tony had promised her and
six of her most attractive dancers a week's free vacation they would never
forget.  They were all his special guests, and having shown Charlotte his
cabin, Tony had taken the six younger girls down to see the ship's powerful
engines, and the special quarters provided for the cruise ship's captive
entertainers.

The beautiful young ladies were impressed with the huge and mighty turbine
engines, and were startled that the entertainers' quarters were nothing but
holding pens, and that the hostage bitches were naked and chained like slaves.
They were even more startled when they were handed over to the burly  bitch
keepers, and were stripped, chained and pushed forcefully into a steel holding
pen.  Tony told them to relax, because they were being saved for a future
cruise.  Then he left them and went to the ships hold to watch the uncrating
of the arrivals from the recovery hospital.  Charlotte had been busy since he
had left her alone in his cabin.  She had painted her back, shoulders and face
with tiger stripes, and when he came into the cabin, she rolled over,
displaying for him her wanton nakedness, and was enticing him to come and
wrestle with her.  Tony quickly slipped out of his clothing, and before she
could turn over, he was on top of her, and took her from behind, startling the
horny young English woman by thrusting his thick penis into her anus rather
than her vagina.  Tony preferred the added intimacy and tightness of anal sex,
and was particularly attracted to the humiliation and discomfort rather than
pleasure it gave his sex partner.

He grasped her full round breasts and rolled onto his back, keeping his penis
buried deep in her tight colon.  She moaned with unexpected pleasure as he
gently thrust and parried inside her.  The door opened, and a woman in the
simple staff dress entered, carrying a leather tool bag.  Another unwilling
young woman's vagina was about to be pierced and ringed.

Angella screamed as the monstrous steel dildo was thrust painfully deep into
her tight cunt.   She and the other two breast-enlarged girls were back in the
harness room, and they were lying flat on their backs, strapped onto the well
equipped work bench.   Her scream redoubled as the eye bolt on the base of the
cruel device was turned, activating an internal spring mechanism that extended
a series of thick steel pins out into the strained muscle of her stuffed fuck
shaft.  The fresh jolts of pain in her womb was excruciating, spreading
through her lower belly, and she felt a flush, as if she were going to faint.

The force of the extension mechanism, driven by a powerful spring, was so
great that the steel pins, angled toward the base of the device, easily
perforated the walls of Angella's tight vagina muscle, permanently locking the
huge dildo into her womb.  Now she wore a plug with a steel loop that would
allow her cunt to be attached to things.  She lay shaking with terror and fear
as Rachael and Suzette were fitted with the same kind of heinous device. These
lovely women with their enlarged breasts were permanently losing their ability
to make love to a man.  Their pain and their anguish were excruciating.

Now the craftsman used a thick electric needle to pierce the base of the
women's enlarged nipples.  Smoke of burning flesh rose as the red hot needle
seared its way through the inch thick nipples, and as soon as he withdrew the
needle from the violated female flesh, he clamped thick steel rings through
the fresh burn holes.  Angella was able to turn her head and watch the
craftsman at work on Rachael, who was lying next to her.  He put a rack over
Rachael's head which had a clip and chain hanging over her face.  The gorgeous
young Jewish woman's tongue was pulled out and clamped painfully to the strong
clip, holding it out.

Now he took the hot iron and burned a pair of large holes in the Rachael's
tongue, side by side.  The Jewish bitch pissed herself as the red hot rod was
thrust through her stretched tongue, and Angella released control of her own
bladder in an involuntary sympathy response.  The skilled craftsman then
pierced Rachael's nose, and Angella quickly saw why.  He took a large oval
steel ring, which was open at one end, and thrust the ends up through the twin
holes in the moaning girl's tongue, and then permanently closed it through the
hole in the septum of her nose.

This was horrible.  Rachael was never going to be able to speak with this
device in place.  Angella's terror increased when the craftsman moved the rack
to Suzette and clamped her tongue to the strong clip.  Suzette tried
unsuccessfully to pull her tongue free, and before she could get her stout
bitching muscle free the craftsman drove a fist into her stomach.  Suzette
thrust her tongue out as a reaction to the vicious blow, and he had the hot
iron into it, burning a hole cleanly through her bitching meat.  Quickly the
skilled craftsman burned a second hole beside the first, and then did the same
to her nose.

Angella nearly wretched from the acrid smell of burning female flesh.  She
felt severe cramps forming in her stomach from the terror she was feeling, and
she was certain that the same brutal treatment was about to happen to her,
before Tony could save her.  She watched in horror as the large oval steel
ring was fixed into the tongue and nose of the beautiful bitch Suzette.  She
noticed that the thick ring was longer than necessary, like the one that
pierced Rachael's nose and tongue, as its lower loop was almost two inches
below the tongue.  She realized that these were probably designed to fasten
things to them as well.

Now their cunts, tits and pretty faces were equipped with the heavy fastening
rings.  Her ability to speculate was interrupted when the rack was placed over
her head, and the tight steel clip was painfully clamped onto her tongue.  The
brutal piercing was more excruciating than she had imagined possible, and she
emptied her bowels over the edge of the bench onto the floor as her pretty sex
organs were so humiliatingly pierced and ringed.  The treatment on the bench
was totally dehumanizing, and she finally realized how much she was nothing
but an object for the sexually debasing entertainment acts provided for the
amusement of the passengers.  How long had it been since she was one of those
thrill-seeking passengers on this sex show cruise ship?  She felt a rush of
excitement run through her pierced genitals at the images so fresh in her mind
of thrilling horrors provided to helpless women in the ship's torture
theaters.  A frightening shiver ran down her spine, reflecting on how far she
had fallen in such a short time, and by her own will, although she knew that
her fate was now totally out of her control.

Angella had known from the time she first saw Tony with that vain bitch
Jennifer, when everyone knew what awaited that gorgeous American woman, that
there was no turning back for her.  She knew early on that she would share the
horrible fate of those gorgeous females, and that knowledge had driven her
forward with a keen edge of excitement growing like an insatiable  fire in her
gut, consuming her.  Her mind was numb with the pain and the cumulative effect
of the degrading treatment she was receiving.

For Angella, death was now just one more fantastic adventure to be
experienced.  She was ready, and excited at the prospect.  She had finally
found her true place in the total scheme of things, and now understood her
true role in life as a woman.  Now that she was on the receiving end, she was
appalled at the extreme abuse of bitches necessary to satisfy the pornographic
tastes of the more advanced cultures of the world.  With a clear understanding
of the inevitability of this truth, she felt a rush of excitement at the
sexual horror ahead for her that would bring erotic excitement to others.

The boisterous shouting of the crowd hit Angella's ears and gut like an
overwhelming wave, and the terrified anxiety she was experiencing hit a peak
as the heavy double doors opened, and the mutilated carcasses of two butchered
women were dragged out of the ship's incredible death pit.  Angella had
watched the women go into the pit in the act ahead of her.  They had been
outfitted as ancient Roman women, and wore sandals, with long leather laces
that were wrapped tightly around their legs, tied off more than a foot above
their knees.  They also wore bronze arm bands, and had their long fluffy
blonde hair interwoven with white daises.

Red gauze banners had hung from the heavy iron rings in their tits and cunts,
hiding nothing of their nakedness, but emphasizing their soft round
femininity.  They had faced, armed with soft balsa wood knives, two men
carrying short sharp hacking swords and dressed in the costumes of gladiators.
Now the beautiful young Italian women were reduced to bloody meat for the
carnivorous fish that followed the ship.  Angella had sat up in those seats,
and watched the violent death sports that were the central feature of the
nefarious Danish sex show cruise ship.  She had seen the been on the cruise
that featured the four tigers that were obtained from a circus  when they were
supposed to have been destroyed because they had attacked and killed their
trainer.

She had watched and cheered excitedly as one by one, four voluptuous Danish
women had entered the ring, wearing only thigh length high heeled boots, a
broad belt and a top hat, all made of bright red leather.  The deep guttural
growls of the big striped cats, and their slow deliberate moves, culminating
in their powerful leaps and ripping of the bitches' naked flesh with talons
and powerful jaws, created a horror and excitement she had never before
experienced.  The women had been trained with tame cats, and the first of them
had entered the ring confidently.  The beasts had not behaved themselves.
They had surrounded and terrified her.  Then a big male had pounced on  and
raped, gouged, slashed and totally demolished the beautiful wench.

When the ring had been littered with her viscera, organs, and severed limbs,
the next woman was thrust into the large cage, kicking and screaming.  Angella
remembered she had been excited watching the delectable naked young women
unwillingly feeding themselves alive to the awesomely powerful tigers.  It was
the first time she had masturbated unashamedly in public.

Nobody noticed her erotic self indulgence, because everyone was wrapped in the
outrageous sexual carnage taking place in the ring for their entertainment.
Most of them had a hand buried in their garments, stimulating their own sex
organs for orgasmic release.  Now Angella was reduced to a sexual showpiece, a
beautiful sex object to be violently abused, and perhaps even destroyed for
the lustful pleasure of the paying audience.  She knew that the chances of
coming out of this arena alive depended entirely on her role, but that at
least she would face severe mutilation, and at best, a quick death.

She had a strong sense that this would be her last act on this ship.  In the
harness room, she and the other two girls, Rachael and Suzette, had been
fitted with ankle straps that firmly supported ten inch double edged blades on
their heels, that stuck back like obscene spurs.  They had then had their arms
folded on top of their heads, and had their long hair woven over and around
them, holding their upper limbs firmly in place, conveniently out of the way.

Now they were taken into the arena, each of them handled by a pair of burly
bitch handlers.  They saw four crosses made of heavy beams, set up around the
ring, and there was a hugely pregnant teenaged girl spiked onto each of the
terminal torture racks.  All four of the pretty young teens with their
grotesquely bulging bellies were covered with bleeding welts from severe
whippings, and one of the girls was in the painful process of giving birth,
without the use of her hands.  Angella and the other two big breasted young
women were taken to three widely separated points along the edge of the small
indoor arena.  Twin cables hung down to them from overhead motorized winches
which were mounted on tracks on the ceiling.  The tracks converged at the
center of the arena.

The handlers ran the twin stout cables through Angella's nose ring, beneath
her pierced tongue, then threaded one through each big nipple ring, then
brought them together again and clipped them to the ring in her permanently
implanted plug.  This simple arrangement would allow her to be hoisted in the
air by her cunt, while remaining upright.

She was told by the handlers that her task was to kill the other two girls,
using her heel blades.  The motivation was simple: Rachael and Suzette would
also try to kill her, and the single survivor would be released.  Angella had
brains enough to know that the release would be to the recovery hospital, and
that meant return to this evil ship to participate in yet another violent
event.  She knew that it did not matter to the owners or to the clients
whether or not one of them should survive this battle for life.

The wire tightened as somewhere an operator controlled the overhead winch.  As
it took up the slack, the cable forced the tip of her tongue up, pressed in on
her firm nipples and breasts, drawing them together, and then it pulled
painfully against the steel dildo permanently planted in her cunt.  The
tension on the wire increased, then it took her full weight, pressing her
nipples together, and she was lifted off the sand covered floor of the pit,
until her feet swayed a couple of feet above the floor.  She began to slowly
turn, and she saw that the other two girls were lifted in the same manner, and
that they were slowly moving toward her.

She then lifted her legs, and attempted to control the way she faced, to keep
an eye on the other two and to provide herself with self-defense.  She found
that she could exercise only minor control, achieved by shifting her ass and
kicking her legs from side to side.  Mostly the direction she faced was a
matter of pure luck.  The closing speed was faster than she anticipated, and
within a minute, she was within striking distance of Rachael, who was closer
to Suzette.  She watched as Rachael kicked out at Suzette, who tried to avoid
the flashing heel blade, but amazingly did not try to kick back.

The unseen controller lifted Suzette higher, apparently giving her an
advantage, because she was no only able to more easily reach the vulnerable
parts of the other two women, but because of the extra elevation, she was more
difficult for the other two to reach with their heel blades.  In an instant he
released the cable, causing her to drop back to their level, and come to a
violent stop as her weight was taken on the four fastening points.  Her nose
and tongue were jerked upward, her huge tits were slapped together, and the
plug fixed in her cunt was severely jerked, and the blood that began to
trickle from her vagina demonstrated the painful damage she had sustained from
the cruel internal spikes.

The Cable began to lift her again, and before it had raised her more than a
few inches, she was kicking out viciously at both Rachael and Angella.  By
this time, Angella was within range, and was oriented toward Rachael.
Suzette's first kick caught Angella on the left hip, and cut an angry gash
across her bare buttock.  Rachael took advantage of the rapidly unfolding
situation, and kicked out with both of her long legs.  One steel spur caught
Suzette on the inner thigh, ripping a long shallow cut from her cunt to her
knee, and the other spur reached up to Angella's ribs, and it raked a vicious
slice that scraped across the gently curved white bones.

Angella responded with a bruising sideways kick at the gorgeous Jewess, but
connected under her legs with the top of her foot, doing no lasting damage.
The recoil of the violent kick spun her around, and her back was to Suzette as
the young French bitch, so she was defenseless when the young dangling nude
stabbed her heel blade up into her fattened buttocks.  The tip of the blade
dug into Angella's pelvic bone and stuck, holding Suzette's leg elevated.
Immediately Rachael lashed out at Suzette, and her heel blade slash open the

side of one of the French girl's soft bulging mammaries.  Fresh red and white
tit meat, augmented with strands of silicone, dangled from the deep gash.

Suzette suddenly twisted away from the slashing heel blade, and the abrupt
movement caused her spur to jerk out of Angella's round buttock.  Angella saw
the Jewess bitch turn against Suzette, giving her an opening, and she kicked
high.  Her heel came swinging down toward Rachael's face, and when the
brunette twisted at the last second, the heel came down instead into the top
of a fat firm tit, and sliced down through the bulging mammary, the tip
emerging through the bottom.  Rachael had just made contact with Suzette's
pretty young face, and she sliced the girl's cheek open.  Angella jerked her
heel blade out of Rachael's bulging boob, and kicked out at Suzette's legs,
gashing them severely.  Then she kicked higher, and managed to gash the French
bitch's side, slicing deeply into the muscle.

The winches that supported the three women were subtly manipulated, so that
Suzette was gradually moved between the other two, giving her a slight
disadvantage, that slowly increased.  Angella was having such good luck
against her because Rachael was giving Suzette a bad time, and the two of them
tangled legs, leg wrestling each other as they hung and swung by their cunts.
Suzette twisted free, and this action swung her around to face Angella, just
as the gorgeous American woman was kicking high at her  Angella's heel blade
hit Suzette high in the belly, just below her big tits.  Angella jerked her
foot downward, and the blade began to slice through the layer of straining
belly muscle, ripping the French girl open.  She got her other heel blade into
Suzette's side just below the ribs, so that she had both of her long steel
spurs in the girl's torso.

When she saw the devastating effect of Angella's efforts, Rachael got into the
act quickly, driving one of her blades with a vicious kick into Suzette's
other side, and the two girls cooperated in slicing open the naked lower body
of the luscious French bitch.  Tugging with their shapely legs in unison,
Angella and Rachael sliced the belly of the living carcass of the gorgeous
girl in a large T, freeing her intestines.  The sound of the appreciative
crowd was roaring in their ears as the youngest of the three girls dumped her
guts out through the growing opening.  The controller slowly moved Suzette
back, allowing her to die slowly for the appreciation of the audience, and to
leave room for the other two bitches to conclude the extremely bizarre and
entertaining competition.

Angella realized that she was going to have to deal with the breath-takingly
beautiful Jewish bitch is she was going to have the remotest chance to get out
of the death pit alive.  Her only objective in life at the moment was very
short term: it was to somehow survive this fight.

Angella allowed herself the luxury of looking toward the audience, and she
made immediate eye contact with Tony, who was sitting in the front row, his
arm over the shoulder of a gorgeous raven haired beauty.  The cheeky bitch,
who had bizarre tiger stripes painted on her face and the parts not covered by
her revealing gown, gave Angella a huge smile, and held forward her fist, with
her thumb turned down.  Enraged, Angella swung back toward her foe, just in
time to see that the assertive Jewish bitch had taken the initiative, and had
her gorgeous legs raised for a high kick.  Angella's only defense was to
twist, and the blow aimed at her face came down along the inside of her raised
arm, slicing her to the bone from her elbow to her armpit.

Angella lashed out with a high sideways kick.  Rachael's kick at her had made
the Jewess twist and rotate on her wire, and the sharp heel blade caught her
arm on the bicep muscle, and sliced through it with such force that it also
dug deep into the bone, cutting it nearly in half.  Angella continued to push
hard with her heel, straining her gorgeous leg, so that the blade cut through
the slender bone, and then easily sliced through the fine underarm muscle,
completely severing the Jewish bitch's arm, which was still tightly bound into
her hair, and leaving the four inch long blood-spurting stump free.

When Angella's legs dropped, she swung backward.  Screaming like a banshee
through her extended tongue, the enraged Rachael lifted both her legs high to
go for Angella's face.  Angella thrust her pelvis forward, which pulled her
face back briefly, jerking painfully on her nose, tongue and nipples.  The
defensive move saved her face from the blades for the moment, but the vicious
heel spurs came down instead into the tops of her magnificently bulged
breasts.  In self defense, Angella kicked up at Rachael's bent torso, and
brought her heel blades down with all her might into the exposed tops of the
naked bitch's thighs.  Now both girls had their spurs dug deeply in the flesh
of the other, and by shifting their weight onto their legs, they were able to
do the damage to the other they were attempting.

The audience loved the rending of living naked female meat, and they were
getting their fill of it in this violent sex sport.  Suzette was still jerking
and twisting as her intestines and organs dangled from her wide open belly,
and Rachael was wagging her blood-spurting stump of an arm, while all three
were leaking crimson blood from their deep gash wounds.   Rachael's heels
pushed down as she raised her hips, and the vicious blades sliced into the
huge bulging tits with devastating effect.  They cut down through the fatty
tit meat and silicone, releasing thick strands that dangled obscenely from the
deep slashes.  At the same time, Angella's blades did more meaningful damage,
cutting deeply into the straining muscles on top of Rachael's upper legs.
Total success would have given Angella the contest, except that Rachael's
blades emerged from Angella's breasts and continued slicing downward viciously
into her doubled up belly.

Because Angella had her legs raised so high, her body was bent in such a way
it put her belly in direct line with the sharp descending heel blades, and she
received a pair of deep long twin gashes right down to her hips.  Angella's
long legs dropped, and swung back so far that her heel blades came back and
up, and dug into her own buttocks.  Just as Suzette's blade had stuck into her
pelvic bone, so did her own blades.  The difference was that, unlike Suzette,
Angella did not have the leverage to extract the painfully stuck blades,
buried in her own ass meat.

She was now totally vulnerable to and at the mercy of the vicious heel blades
of her dazzling Jewish foe.  She was now completely unable to maneuver,
because she could no longer move her legs.  Angella was now completely
helpless, and Rachael in total control.   She looked with pleading eyes at
Rachael, who looked down at the blood flowing down across her own gorgeous
legs from the deep gashes Angella had cut in them seconds ago.  Rachael
responded to Angella's pleading eyes by raising her legs high, and then she
slowly brought the vicious heel blade spurs down toward Angella's terrified
face.

She carefully cut deep slashes down the sides of Angella's cheeks.  Then,
covering Angella's eyes with the sole of her foot, she sliced off one of her
ears.  Then raising her shapely bare feet, pressing them together on either
side of the cables, she brought them down and slit open the Horrified bitch's
bulging eyeballs.  Now she went to work on the naked woman's ravished body.
With her legs bent severely back, Angella's slashed belly was presented to the
vengeful sadistic Jewess.  Her big tits were now demolished, and the only
thing left for major damage was her sliced gut bucket.  She felt the cold
bloodied steel sinking painfully into her side, and then another blade went in
higher, wedging between her ribs.

The blade below Angella's ribs began slicing across the top of her belly, and
she swung gently as she was being butchered alive.  She was unable to scream
because she was going into shock.  She felt what was happening to her, but now
even the pain was meaningless.  She felt the loose flap of her belly flop
forward when the slice across her front below her rib cage was complete, and
she could feel the warmth of her viscera sliding down over her thighs,
dropping to the sand floor of the arena.  The roar in her ears was continuous
now, and she was unaware if it was the sound of the crowd or the spinning
feeling she was feeling taking over her brain.

Tony had his arm over Charlotte's shoulder, and he slid his hand under her
gown to grasp her large soft striped breast.  She had adapted to the sexual
violence quickly, and was clearly excited at the carnal devastation of the
beautiful bitches in the arena.  She pointed out that the demolished carcass
of Angella was still twitching as they were separated.  Charlotte screamed in
delight when the archers came into the arena, and began their demonstration of
remarkable skill, using Rachael as a target.  The show master had determined
that the repair of the bitch would be too costly, and hardly worth while with
the arm missing.

With so many other talented women waiting in the holding pens, and in the
process of being brought into the system through the aggressive recruiting
program, he judged that her maximum value was in completing the evening's
entertainment, and she did not disappoint him.  Rachael screamed and writhed
as her lovely body took more than a hundred well-placed arrows in strategic
places, which skillfully avoiding her vital organs, before one of the archers
moved up to her to be at close range.  He drew a huge cheer from the
blood-lusting crowd when he released an arrow up under her chin with such
force that the arrowhead emerged through the top of her skull, sticking out
nearly six inches.

Tony and Charlotte filed out with the delighted crowd.  They had got all they
had expected and more on this outrageous last evening on the incredible Danish
cruise ship.  The lounge was filled with the talented fuck and suck girls, who
were available to fill the needs of the clients, and could be taken to the
private cabins for the night.  There were no restrictions on the use of the
girls, who ranged in age from ten to twenty-five, but there was a fee of five
hundred dollars for their lives, and medical expenses were charged at double
rate for treatment , plus a daily fee of twenty dollars to cover the period
for recovery from damage done to them.  Tony selected a delightful fourteen
year old Spanish girl with deep black eyes, small round breasts, and a mane of
long black shining hair than hung down to her buttocks.  He and Charlotte
selected a pair of long fine whips from the rack, and retired for a night of
special fun.

Charlotte lay naked on her back, her knees raised and her gorgeous legs
spread, enjoying the curious attention she was receiving from passers-by.  She
was reclining on the plush padded table, which had been placed in the broad
passage outside the main dining hall to allow everyone coming on board the
cruise ship to watch her receiving the special total body tattoo.  Another
cruise of the infamous show-vessel was about to begin, and the newly arriving
passengers were being treated to a brief taste of the delights to follow
during the week-long cruise.

The artist worked with his deepest piercing needle, to implant the brown ink
with which her permanent tiger stripes were being applied.  The man was a true
craftsman, and he made the broad stripes both deep and bold.  He wanted to
ensure that they would never fade, because although he was certain the vain
cunt whose lush satiny hide he was decorating would not live long, he had
ambitions to obtain the carcass once she was killed, to make for himself a
human tigress wall rug, to compliment the one he had made from the male lion
he had obtained when it had proved too docile to attack women in the ship's
large death pit arena.

Charlotte had painted tiger stripes on her upper body as a fun decoration for
the feature event on the last cruise, when she was a paying guest.  The slick
talker Tony had encouraged her to become an entertainer, and she was delighted
with the opportunity.  As a school girl she had been the first in her class to
sprout titties, and throughout her teens her mammary glands had continued to
grow, until by the age of fifteen they were the larger than her mother's ample
boobs.

Her remarkable breasts had continued to grow through her teenage years.  At
university, her large firm bosom and matching body and face earned her the
Frosh Queen title at seventeen, and by the time she graduated at twenty-one,
she was well known by everyone on campus.  She was a naturally bright student,
but found it much more exciting to launch affairs with her professors, and use
sex to obtain the first class marks she was invariably awarded.

She graduated with an honors degree in liberal arts, and being practical by
nature, enrolled in a secretarial school, and worked nights for an exclusive
executive call-girl service.  She quickly found a job as executive secretary
to a Senior Vice President of a major arms division of General Dynamics.  To
qualify for the demanding but well paying position, she had been sent by the
company to Sudan for a two month intense training program on the skills of a
concubine.  She lived in a harem, and was given instruction in the oriental
mysteries of love and debauchery.

She was an excellent student, and learned to use sexual manipulations,
contrived bizarre fantasies, tricks and methods that gave her enormous control
over the men she serviced.  This made her a valuable assistant in obtaining
lucrative contracts.  When she was not entertaining the penises of visiting
VIP's, she kept in practice in the lavish bed on the company's executive jet,
providing the kind of comfort to her boss that his wife could not.

When she lost her cool with an intolerant sadistic client, and with it a
billion dollar contract, her boss suggested she take a vacation, and arranged
her flight to Europe, and an introduction to her guide for the special erotic
cruise, an Italian stud named Tony.  Tony had shown her a good time, and had
introduced her to some of the rare obscene acts that played in underground
clubs in Northern Europe.

Some of the acts she saw were more than obscene.  Tony carefully led her
through a progression of hard core and sexually violent shows, allowing her to
explore her more primitive and base instincts and tastes, until one night she
was able to openly masturbate as she watched her first real snuff act.

A beautiful naked woman in her forties was gagged, hooded, and forced to
kneel, knees spread, on a rough work bench.  Her arms were strapped from the
elbows to the wrists tightly with straps nailed to the bench.  Her legs were
spread and similarly strapped from the knees to her ankles to the bench's
heavy planks.  For more than an hour, the big sobbing bitch was tortured with
long needles thrust into her meat and hot branding irons searing her flesh,
including her breasts, nipples, cuntlips, feet and back.

For the startling finale, the barrel of a large 45 revolver was thrust deep
into her vagina, and encouraged by the man holding the gun, the excited crowd
counted down from ten.  On "Zero!" the gun was fired, and blood spewed out
around it from both her vagina and her anus as the large slug ripped up into
the woman's naked torso.

Her belly and sides bulged as the bullet flattened and spread, compressing and
tearing her organs and intestines as the monstrous bullet found its way
through her.  The big bitch, nailed in position, slumped, and her executioner
cocked the hammer again.

He fired a second round into her cunt.  The reaction was as severe as with the
first bullet, and the woman's big tortured breasts rested on the table.  He
pulled the gun from her cunt and moved around in front of her.  He removed her
hood, to give everybody a look at the dead woman's look of terror, with her
bulging eyes and bleeding nose.

That had been more than two months ago, and Charlotte still remembered with
fascination the way that beautiful bitch had looked.  She had watched the man
return to her elevated rear end, thrust the gun deep into her anus, and
violently discharge two more bullets into her carcass.  It was so exciting
that she had urinated in her panties.  That was very embarrassing, but Tony
had acted as if that were the natural thing to do.  After that he had taken
her on two cruises on this incredibly evil ship, where the most daring and
outrageous things went on.  She had enjoyed the debasing sexual acts by the
beautiful entertainers, and had reveled in witnessing the violent sexual abuse
entertainments of the female slaves.

She had somehow differentiated in her mind between the entertainers and the
slaves, and recognized the distinction as being that the slaves were there to
offer their lives in the sadistic games and events.  She felt this kind of
extreme human sacrifice was justified, for the enormous kicks it gave to the
paying patrons, and she also thought the glamour of being a naked sex
entertainer was highly attractive.

She had called her boss to get permission to take the second cruise, on which
the beautiful slave woman Rachael had killed the slave woman Angela, and when
the week long voyage was completed, she had, under Tony's influence, resigned
from General Dynamics, and joined the staff of professional entertainers on
board the ship.  The painted tiger stripes had been her own idea, and Tony had
pointed out that they made her distinctive in this highly competitive
entertainment business.  He had suggested the permanent tattoo, explaining
that the paint could wash off or smear during an act and ruin the effect.  He
promised her that the special temporary ink would gradually fade, and be gone
entirely within a couple of months.

Charlotte was persuaded, and stipulated that the work be done in public during
the next cruise, to entice people to come on the following one to see her
perform.  She also mentioned that it would be unnecessary to let people know
the ink was formulated to fade away.  She thought it would be a nice touch if
they saw her making an irreversible and bizarre spectacle of herself.  They
would, she guessed, think she was making an enormously daring step.  In fact,
the tattoo artist had formulated the permanent brown ink to contrast with and
compliment the natural tones of her tanned white flesh.  The deep penetration
ensured the ink would stain not only her skin but also the thin layer of fat
that gave her the sleek look she nurtured.  The tiger stripes would accentuate
the ripple of her finely developed muscle structure when she moved, and
enhance her sleek appearance.

The stripes she was receiving would remain as bold as ever for as long as she
was permitted to live.  There was no way she could possibly know that her
assignment to Tony by her boss had been a purposeful sentence to death.
Charlotte was already dead meat, and had unwittingly become a willing
entertainer sex slave.  The stripes were tattooed onto Charlotte's bare belly,
magnificent breasts, gorgeous face and lithe legs in just over two days, and
then she lay on her belly for the remainder of the application.  By the time
the cruise ship pulled into its birth, the ravishing young woman was converted
to a striped cat, and would perform on the next cruise, which commenced in
three days.

During the next three days Charlotte slept at the foot of Tony's bed, chained,
as he preferred, by her collar to the steel wall bracket.  She was delighted
that he allowed her to be his personal pet.  Although she could not be seen on
deck while the ship was in port, he walked her as his pet cat, forcing her to
crawl along the corridors to be seen by all of the big cruise ship's staff,
controlling her by the leash attached to her collar.  To avoid burning her
knees on the carpet, she raised her ass in the air and moved like a cat on her
hands and feet.

On the second night in port, while he butt fucked her on his bed, he lay on
his back and held her face up.  One of the women on staff came into the room
and without saying a word, gave her the same treatment the late Jennifer and
Angela had received in the same fashion in the past couple of months.  The big
cruel bitch pierced the lips of her vagina and clipped a stout gold ring into
her pierced sex meat.

>From that time onward, Tony walked her with her leash attached to her new cunt
ring.  The gorgeous cat bitch drew admiring stares as she was walked, which
occurred at least a dozen times a day, and she was recognized by all the staff
as the most beautiful and erotic woman aboard the ship.

Before they sailed, Tony enhanced her appearance by providing her with a real
tiger tail, which was affixed to a long stout wooden plug which he thrust into
her rectum.  He further refined her look by gluing to her nails a set of heavy
plastic talons, which he filed sharp and painted black.  He had special
contacts made for her that had a vertical iris, so that when she wore them,
her eyes looked like those of a cat.

To complete her facade, he pierced her upper lip at an angle in six places,
three on either side, and placed a heavy plastic strip under the lip, which
circled in an arc to her molars on either side.  Then he thrust six inch long
black plastic strands from a broom through the holes, and bonded them to the
strip of plastic, giving her permanent and convincing whiskers.

He further enhanced her alteration by fitting her with a pair of slip-on
plastic cats teeth, that gave her the enlarged pointed canines of a cat.  He
had her long strawberry blonde hair cut short and combed into a pixie cut.
The marvelous bitch with the incredible breasts took on the look of a fabulous
human tiger.  Having been introduced to total public and demeaning nudity
during her lengthy tattooing, Charlotte began the first cruise by being
paraded on the open decks among the passengers as she had been displayed to
the crew.  Tony wore his best white suit and shoes with spats when he walked
the naked human tiger.

She was the hit of the "A" deck, and drew humiliating cat calls and whistles
as she was paraded from deck to deck for the paying passengers.  Guests would
sneak a tug at her tail, and found it to be solidly rooted with the large plug
filling her colon.  She squealed when her tail was pulled, but the artificial
appendage held firm in her anus, which was clearly revealed by the spread of
her buttocks as she walked on her hands and feet.  The gorgeous bitch knew
enough to remain raised up on her toes, to enhance the appearance of her
well-developed legs, and her sharp black talons clicked rhythmically as she
crossed tiled flooring at the head of stairways, or the tiles at the side of
the swimming pools.  She gave a spectacular show just by moving at Tony's
side.

Several of the men offered Tony handsome bribes just to let them have her for
an hour in their private suites.  Tony respectfully declined, saying he was
saving her for her upcoming stage appearances.  He was creating demand for the
prime bitch slave, and it would pay off in attendance at her performances.

Passengers got into all the shows free, as long as there were seats available.
However, it was to Tony's advantage to have standing room only at any shows
were his girls appeared.  That would maintain his preferred position as the
leading supplier of live cunt meat to the cruise ship, and support the high
fees he was able to demand.  Tony's ladies were always the best, and he
provided three out of four of the prime performers for the major cruise
wrap-up event.

Charlotte's first show appearance was in one of the smaller theaters on the
first evening out of port.  A pair of well muscled women body builders wearing
only high heeled shoes and leather gloves were boxing.  They were battering
each other with vicious blows to their large full breasts, and between rounds,
Charlotte climbed into the ring and crawled around with a large card in her
teeth which announced the number of the next round.

The best part of the fight was when one of the bitches, a redhead who was
taking a beating turned and attempted to climb out of the ring over a neutral
corner.  The other cunt, a brunette,  waited until she was about to go over
the top, then landed a flurry of punishing blows to her foe's exposed cunt.
Those flailing fists with the smooth unpadded leather gloves caused the
battered vagina to swell up quickly, then the fleshy lips split and spurted
out a spray of the redhead bitch's blood.

The damage was deeper than it appeared, and the hammering blows by the tight
leather-bound fists actually bruised her uterus.  This internal damage became
apparent when the battered cunt began to bleed openly as the merciless sex
organ pounding went on.  This was the kind of severe sexual violence the
cruise ship's patrons had come to see, and they were being rewarded in spades
as a stream of hot piss sprayed from the damaged female sex organ.

The screaming redhead dropped back into the ring, screaming, and landed hard
on her tailbone.  She somehow managed to struggle back to her feet, but the
brunette had her lined up, and with a roundhouse swing she decked her,
knocking the cunt out cold as she broke her jaw, and won the exciting bitch
boxing match.

The next bout was a wrestling contest, which featured another pair of well
built young buxom beauties.  These girls were younger than the boxers, in
their late teens.  Both the blonde and the redhead wore long high set pony
tails, and had their full breasts enlarged by injections of the ship's secret
formula.  The blonde was Dutch and the redhead Hungarian.  Neither spoke the
other's language, but the fight was more about body damage that language, and
both understood and showed excellent form in hurting the other.

Like the boxing, the rounds were five minutes in length.  And like the boxing,
there were no other apparent rules.  The pretty nudes went at each other with
a vengeance.  Both had been promised severe punishment for losing, and the
tactic produced excellent action.  Charlotte sat on her haunches on the bench
beside Tony, anchored by her cunt chain to an eye bolt on the bench as she
watched with interest the lively teenaged nudes battling each other.  She
loved violent contests, and the nakedness of the combatants left nothing to
the imagination.  She fingered her erect clit with excitement as she watched
the two athletic bodies struggling, each of the girls attempting to hurt the
other as much as possible.

Without the encumbrance of the leather gloves the boxers had worn, the girls
were able to do much more scratching and gouging than the female boxers could
accomplish.  Although their faces and tits were scraped and bleeding by the
end of the second round, they concentrated their attention on each other's
vagina.  The violent action was much more sensual in the wrestling match,
because the athletic young women were in intimate embrace in their furious
struggle, and were often down on the blood speckled carpet as they twisted,
writhed, and displayed their naked bodies, their prowess, and their highly
erotic destructive abilities as they pinched, punched, squeezed, gouged and
bit each other unmercifully.

The girls maintained a running high pitched commentary in two languages as
they screamed and slandered each other as they battled.  Gorgeous young naked
asses were propped in the air, bare legs flexed and spread, pert vaginas and
pouting rectums gaped open, squashed boobs bulged and ballooned, and nails and
teeth tore at nakedness, providing bright red lines and streaks to contrast
nicely with the light colored female flesh.

Charlotte often raised up on her toes as she squatted, feeling her legs going
to sleep.  Tony had clipped her cunt chain so close to the bench that she
could not stretch, and could only lift about six inches, drawing her cunt
chain tight.  She was attracting admiring stares from the members of the
audience even as the fight progressed.  This arrogant bitch Charlotte was
indeed a remarkable woman.

Her striped body and the interesting additions Tony had added to complete her
"costume" made her feel like an animal, and aroused her animal instincts.  She
wanted to see a kill in the ring, but realized it might be too early in the
cruise for a real killing.  Usually it was at least the third night out before
the events were permitted to progress to that elevated level of
sophistication.  Tonight she was going to have to be satisfied with a lavish
display of female pulchritude, flesh damage and sparkling bitch blood.

At the end of the eighth round, the girls were not only badly battered, but
were totally exhausted, and instead of crawling to their corners, they lay on
the mat, one tits up and the other ass up, their legs akimbo, gasping for air.
When she climbed into the ring to display the number 9, Charlotte gave in to
temptation, got to her feet, and kicked her heels brutally into the ribs of
the downed nudes.

The resulting popping and snapping of bitch ribs brought fresh screams from
the exhausted and bleeding young nudes, and wild cheers from the excited
crowd.  The luscious cat bitch got into the act in a way the crowd had not
expected, and they gave her credit for being more aggressive than they had
before, which was to Tony's advantage.  The referee jumped into ring and
dragged the tiger woman out, to the jeers of the partisan spectators.  Tony
was delighted with the spirited cunt's progress.  His American friend at
General Dynamics had sent him a real prize.

Charlotte's next appearance was for an impromptu event that was not on the
regular program.  Tony awakened her at three o'clock in the morning, and after
he got dressed, he placed her fangs in her mouth and thrust her tail plug up
into her anus.  He clipped her leash onto her cunt ring, and unchained her
collar from the wall anchor.  As drowsy as she was, the marvelous cat woman
was wise enough to walk up on her toes and her hands as they moved down the
long narrow hallway passage.

At the center of the ship, they took an elevator down four decks.  Charlotte
was surprised they were going so low.  This would take them to one of the
small theaters below the seating of the major arena with the exciting death
pit.  She was glad he had not forced her to crawl down several flights of
stairs.  She found going down very awkward in the position she was forced to
assume, and was always afraid of falling.  Besides, going down stairs in the
rear-elevated crawl position made it impossible to look controlled and
desirable, even naked as she was.  That was the only reward she received from
the humiliating treatment she was receiving.

They entered the largest of the small theaters, which seated about eighty
people.  Charlotte was startled to see that it was packed.  She knew that even
the seasoned lechers that made up the passengers on this ship had to sleep.
She wondered what kind of entertainment would be arranged at this time of the
morning. Tony walked her down the isle and up onto the stage.  She quickly had
everyone's attention.  They moved to the middle of the stage, Charlotte
wagging her ass as she pranced high on her toes, reveling in the exhibition
she was making of herself.  Tony positioned her with her raised ass toward the
audience, then gripped her tail near its base, and pulled on it until her anus
spread and the large wooden plug began to slide out.

He let everybody see the way her stretched rectum grasped at the shaft
spreading it so painfully open, then he pushed it back in to the point that it
filled her colon, and the round sphincter muscle closed over the narrow shaft
that joined the tail to the enormous plug.  Again he pulled the plug until
most of it's eighteen inch length was exposed, then thrust in into her again,
with her relieved rectum popping closed.  He repeated this cycle several
times, until it stirred an erotic response in her.  Charlotte's arousal became
apparent when her nipples and clitoris grew erect, then her vagina lips began
to swell outward, and they actually dripped her vaginal fluid from her growing
sexual excitement.

Her face turned beet red as she suddenly realized that her handler had
skillfully triggered an erotic response by stimulating one of her secret
erogenous zones, and that he was purposefully and publicly masturbating her
asshole!  This was the most degrading experience she could imagine, and she
was getting hot from her forced involvement.

She felt more like a toy now than ever, and was startled that this realization
further stimulated her sexual response.  As she digested this unnerving fact,
she was forced to confront the fact that she had found her real calling in
life.  Everything she had done since reaching puberty had contributed to her
being here.  She was the architect of her own woeful situation, and this
profound understanding of herself was suddenly liberating.  She began to push
and suck on the thick plug with her lower digestive track to assist him in the
demonstration of her utter sexual debasement.

Randy saw that she was ready, and her turned her sideways, so that the
audience could see the cooperative contractions of her stomach.  At just the
right moment, as she was pushing, he jerked the plug out of her, and everyone
was startled that she suddenly shot a great turd across the stage as if it had
been blown from the muzzle of a canon.  This was a trick Tony had learned as a
school boy vacationing in Cairo, and he had never forgotten it.

The impact of Charlotte's involuntary shit-shot on the crowd in this cruise
ship's sex-show theater was as strong as he had experienced in Cairo.  The
boys had seen an Arab man perform this trick with a nude woman, then they had
seen the bitch take a hose up the ass that filled her with water to the point
that she looked pregnant.  The bitch had been forced to hold the water in her
guts for nearly half an hour as her large breasts and cunt were tortured with
long steel needles.

When the moment of climax for the act arrived, she was position so that her
ass faced the far wall, and she literally spray painted it with her high
pressure release of muddied water.  This enormously excited the young Italian
boys, who were only twelve years old, but charged for adventure.  After the
show the boys had hired an Egyptian street prostitute to try the stunt on, and
had taken her up to their hotel room.  They had used a rolling pin they had
stolen from the hotel's kitchen, and to their amazement, the trick had worked
perfectly.

The boys had struggled to get the large rolling pin into the big bitch, and
had whittled one end to make it smaller, just to get the tool started into the
resistant opening, which they found at first to be more like a closure.  When
at last her anus spread sufficiently, they had fully inserted the enormous
butt plug.  They had used the woman's stained panties to gag her, and her
nylons to tie the makeshift gag in place.  They had then taken turns kicking
the large swaying breasts of their kneeling captive bitch, causing the
bouncing mammaries enormous distress.   After she had shot her first stool
across the room, they tried the trick again, this time aiming her ass at the
open window, which faced a crowded street of vendors and shoppers.  This time
the turd was softer, and it glanced off the window ledge, leaving a brown
smudge before arching out into the street two stories below.  It landed in a
basket of fish, and it appeared that nobody had noticed.

They loaded the big plug into her again, giggling with glee at the
effectiveness of their new human shit canon.  They moved her closer to the
window, in an attempt to improve the distance.  The boys pistoned the heavy
rolling pin violently in the naked Egyptian bitch's anus unmercifully, to
build up suction, then suddenly jerked it out.  She machine-gunned out a
string of thin feces that jetted out of her, and flew into the middle of the
street.  The stream of tiny turds struck the faces, beards and robes of a
group of Arab holy men.  The boys were ecstatic when they saw the enraged
religious men thought the human offal had been thrown at them by the female
fish vendor.  The proof was the fresh turd lying on her fish.  To the
amazement of the boys watching from above, they attacked her with their
vicious curved knives.  In a brilliant show of skill and violence, the pretty
young bitch's clothing was ripped off her, and as the crowd of shoppers and
vendors watched in fascination, the nude woman was butchered and gutted for
her abomination.

Undaunted, the four roguish boys once more jammed the poor woman's tortured
butt with the brutish tool, and they laid her ass into the window.  This time
when the plug was jerked from her, she produced a shotgun blast of wet crap,
which rained down onto the murder scene below.  There was such chaos in the
street that nobody saw the origin of the human excrement,  which would have
been clearly apparent had anyone looked up.

Unfortunately for the woman but to the delight of the school boys, the abuse
with the rolling pin was much too much even for her well used anus, and the
raw red shit-spewing orifice had hopelessly ruptured after the fourth repeat
of the mean trick.  They once more crammed the large round device inside her
and pushed her out onto the fire escape, as naked as the day she was born, and
then they had closed and locked the window.

The police had arrived, and the boys checked out of the hotel quickly to avoid
awkward explanations.  Tony had for the first time actively abused a woman,
and learned that this was the most exciting thing in which he had ever taken
part.  When they got back to school, he and his friends began to abduct and
sexually abuse girls and women on a regular basis.  For Tony it was clear that
he would build his career on creative bitch abuse.  He had discovered the
pleasure women could bring by sacrificing their dignity and much more.

When he finished school he had found his way into the Mafia, where his talents
were appreciated.  He found the need he could best fill was procurement.  Tony
had developed the remarkable ability to obtain through seduction some of the
most remarkable women to be seen anywhere.  One of the benefits of his
excellent work was to observe the extreme forms of debasement and violent
sexual abuse the acquired young women were given for the entertainment of
patrons.  These people with extraordinarily developed tastes for astounding
terminal sexual violence were the enormously wealthy people who put out
obscene amounts of money to see the profane treatment of these lovely young
ladies.

When the group to which he belonged bought a cruise ship, to practice its
degeneracy out of the reach of the laws of countries, Tony discovered the
depth to which man could go to provide base pleasure.  He had reached a new
high with the succession of rare women he had lured into the company's service
with Jennifer, Angela and now Charlotte.  These remarkable cunts were exactly
what the Organization required from him, and he had come across with the best.

A three foot wide riser, five feet high, stood at the side of the stage, and
Tony told Charlotte to climb onto it.  When she was squatting in place, he
clipped her leash to the eye bolt in the center, holding her by her cunt in
that erotic position.  Her pierced and ringed vulva was in clear sight, and
her striped breasts bulged beautifully between her arms as she supported her
upper body.  Her lean legs looked great in the tightly folded position, but
Tony had realized long ago that terrific legs looked great in any position.

With Charlotte secured in the best seat in the house, where she could be
observed by everyone in the small theater, Tony joined the audience.  They had
come down to the lower level theater to at this unusual time of night to
observe an unusual event, and the congregation of sadism fans were ready.

A middle aged man in tight leather pants and a mini-vest, and polished
high-cut black boots came onto the stage from the wings, leading a gorgeous
woman by a fine gold chain through her nose.  The piercing of her nose had
been done within the last couple of minutes, and the blood was dripping from
the fresh wound.  She was in her underwear, which did nothing to hide her
remarkable figure.  Tony had seen her in a bikini at pool-side and in the
audience at a couple of the sex shows.  He had considered seducing the
remarkable cunt, but now it was clear she had already changed her status on
board the ship.

She was prime cuntmeat, the kind you would see in the best casinos of Monte
Carlo, and on the pleasure yachts that plied the azure waters of the
Mediterranean.  It was a rare treat to see a bitch of this class featured in a
small exhibition, but this was a special occasion, and the unscheduled
performance was a bonus, and the unusual was to be expected.  Notice had been
given only twenty minutes earlier, and when he was awakened to be told of the
event, Tony had seized the opportunity to display his pet tiger.  Now, having
provided the preliminary entertainment, Charlotte was just a backdrop to the
main event.

"Good evening, or should I say good morning, ladies and gentlemen," the man
said.  "I would like to introduce my lovely daughter, Samantha."  There was an
audible gasp from the audience.  "She graduated from university last month
with a Master of Psychology degree, and my gift to her was to take her on this
cruise, to let her see some real human behavior."  The audience laughed.  "But
the lovely bitch, who has accepted hundreds of thousands of my hard earned
money so that she could have the best education, wear the best clothes, live
in the best apartments, and drive the fastest cars, this blood of my blood,
refused to comfort her father by sharing my bed tonight."  He stuck his finger
into the fold of her breasts and hooked the uplifting bra.  "Samantha refused
to suckle her own kin with the milk of her breasts, or comfort me with the
pillows of these fabulous tits."  He jerked the bra with such force that the
material squeezed her big boobs impossibly, then burst, freeing them to bounce
from the abuse.  The full naked mammaries were as exciting when bare as when
they were contained, elevated, and squeezed by the bra.

"My beautiful young daughter refused me the pleasure of the inner warmth of
her vagina."  He pulled the hem of her panties down far enough to reveal a
patch of blonde pubic hair.  "She would not climb onto my erection, and then
wriggle and bounce as a human cock holster, to draw out my jetting spunk into
her.  The ungrateful little slut said it was evil to take my seed into her
womb"  He pulled the band of her panties lower, revealing the fold of flesh
that covered her clit.

Samantha had shaved and trimmed her pubic hair to allow the daring bikini
panties that were so popular on the Riviera.  This trimming also made her
naked pubic mound a perfect frame for her tender-lipped vagina.  She was an
incredible specimen.  In the small theater, everyone had an excellent view,
not only of the young woman's remarkable form but also of her intimate sex
organs.

Her father stretched the panties outward and down and the waist band dug a
deep trench across her full firm buttocks.  Then with a violent jerk he ripped
them off her.  Now she wore only her heels hose garter belt and earrings.  Her
tight stomach and lean well muscled limbs showed that worked out regularly to
keep her body as desirable as possible.

The strategy worked well.  Samantha was an incredibly alluring creature the
kind of fox that any of her father's guests no matter what their stature would
like to get alone in bed.  And now she had raised the ire of her father and
was going to pay an immeasurable price.  Jerking on her nose chain her father
moved her around the stage forcing her to strut naked in her heels and hose
for the ogling audience.  They clearly liked what they saw.  He took a stiff
braided riding crop and slashed it across his daughter's beautiful boobs then
brought it up under the firm mammaries causing them to bounce as they had done
when he had torn off her bra.  She provided the audience with clear shrill
screams that raised the hackles on their necks.  Samantha was really hurting.

Her lovely cunt was his next target.  He used the woman-whip on the inside of
her lovely knees forcing her to part her legs.  The whip found her delicate
pussy lips and flattened the delightful pouting sex organ painfully battering
the young woman's intimate sex meat for the pleasure of the spectators.
Samantha screamed at the top of her lungs with a burst of fresh energy with
each lash of the brutal stiff whip.  Her father put new energy into each
bitch-birching blow, flagellating the tortured sex lips with such brutal force
that they were soon bleeding.  The sight of the vaginal blood got her father
excited, and he increased his rapid stinging blows to the defenseless female
organ.  She alternately raised her legs as the whip struck her fuck muscle
with repeated bruising blows.  She was receiving no mercy from her irate
father.  Samantha was hyperventilating and she gasped for breath between her
sharp shrill staccato screams.

At last her father put down the brutal woman-whip.  Two naked young men, their
muscular bodies lightly oiled and gleaming and their large erections
displaying their circumcised penises came onto the stage.  They grasped the
girl and lifted her into the air one on either side of her.  The father opened
his fly to display his large penis and then he lay down on his back on the
floor.  The boys held Samantha's legs apart and raised and slowly lowered her
aligning her bare crotch with her father's rigid shaft.  As she came into
contact with the flared head of the large male organ pits head pressed against
her anus.  She screamed, and the naked young men holding her let her entire
weight come onto her tightly puckered rectum against her father's rigid fuck
rod.

Her father raised his hips and quickly he was deep inside her.  Her colon
desperately gripped the length of his stout shaft and her starfish anus
squeezed its base in an involuntary milking action as she screamed a long
squealing wail of total despair.  The gorgeous young woman of such fine
breeding  was so distraught that she released an arc of her steaming golden
urine across the stage spurting her spray of piss toward the audience.  The
boys lifted Samantha nearly raising her off the heavy invading penis then
dropped her to once more grip its entire length with her abused fundament.
They repeated this stimulating action psyching up a pumping motion assisting
in the incestuous public butt-fucking the naked daughter was enduring.  The
audience applauded the obscene action as the naked boys finally lifted the
man's gorgeous daughter clear of his runting penis.  Her anus made an audible
"pop" as it closed and then she involuntarily farted.

Charlotte was surprised that the girl's digestive track being explored in this
public exhibition of debasement had not been prepared.  The sign was clear:
her father's penis was coated with lumps of her thick dark offal.  This
beautiful jet-setter was not used to being made the brunt of rude and debasing
jokes and providing this sign of her unclean track as she was sodomized by her
father was the ultimate humiliation which was the point of the exercise.  The
men turned her around so that she had her back to the audience and once more
lowered the screaming and struggling girl this time bringing her battered
vagina down onto the shit-smeared penis.  "Suck your shit off my dick with
your cunt bitch!" her father said to her.  As she came down onto him his huge
organ filled her womb.  She was being filthied inside with her own smut.  The
audience loved it.

Once his penis was fully implanted in his daughter's reluctant cunt he grasped
her to hold her in place and the boys released their hold.  The man pulled his
daughter forward so that her stuffed crotch was fully exposed to the audience
and her large firm mammaries were pressed against his chest to the point that
they bulged obscenely.  Then he began a heavy runting action driving his big
dong repeatedly hard into her womb forcing its head against her uterus with
such force that the young bitch began to orgasm.  She was disgusted at the
humiliation but Charlotte and the audience knew well that a woman would be
unable to resist coming into heat when she was treated with abusive sexual
violence.  The beautiful Samantha was no exception.  She was moaning in
ecstasy as she rode her father's rapidly runting shaft.  She was being treated
as raw fuck meat and she performed the role well.

As the enticing daughter-fuck was progressing the two nude muscular boys
returned now carrying an eight foot long and three inch thick steel pole.  One
end was flared like the bell of a trumpet to a diameter of three feet.  The
other end of the shaft was tapered to a rounded point.  They carried the long
heavy pole in a horizontal position and lined it up with Samantha's pretty
puckered rectum.  With her back turned, and being locked in the powerful
embrace of her father, she was too busy with her futile struggle against the
incestuous fucking to see the boys approach, and could not see the positioning
of the enormous shaft.  Samantha felt the cold steel probing her private
netherlands, and was aware of the solid pressing nudge of the rounded tip, but
she was totally unprepared for the sudden lunge that spread her anus
impossibly wide as the steel found entry into her.

Charlotte felt that familiar knot deep in her gut as she realized she was
witness to what was going to be a real snuff of the gorgeous girl.  Her
nipples were firmly erect with arousal, and she could feel her vagina flare
out, and begin to drip with her growing sexual excitement.  This was death
time for the lovely bitch, by total anal impalement, as she was being fucked
by her father.  Incredible!  The strapping naked boys, their bulging muscles
rippling under their gleaming oiled skin, grasped the broad bell base of the
long steel pole, and pushed on it with firm and even pressure to improve its
purchase inside the lovely recipient.

Their cruel efforts were met by resistance as the screaming girl tried to move
forward with it.  Her father's grip on her was overpowering, with his hands
gripping her shoulders and his raging penis solidly planted in her vagina,
humping into her for all he was worth.  Which was considerable, and not only
in the monetary sense.  Her father sported a prodigious phallus, supported by
an impressive set of swinging balls, with the scrotum neatly shaved or
plucked.  The imposing organ was nearly ten inches long, and two and a half
inched thick.  The glans stood out like the head of an anchor, fully
circumcised, and the opening on the end was large enough to host a ball point
pen.  The man, in his late forties, was an substantial stallion.

At last the thrusting was too much for her, and it made its way deeper into
her, so that it was threatening the integrity of her stuffed colon.  She tried
to arch her back, and as she did so the merciless boys pushed hard, and the
rounded point on the shaft split her intestine and entered the pack of her
guts.  The boys were not nearly through.  They stood back and watched as the
father responded to the new pressure inside his daughter and her erotic
pain-driven response.  As she writhed, he pumped frantically until in moments
he reached an impressive orgasm and ejaculated his seed into his own issue.

When at last his heaving balls were emptied he jerked his penis out of her. He
moved around in front of the pretty young bitch and surprised everyone by
spurting a reserve of his spunk all over her unhappy face.  The gooey male
spunk dripped slowly down her face and dangled from her nose and chin.  She
was totally humiliated in front of his friends as he had intended for her.  He
got to his feet and she raised up onto her hands and knees.  She tried to pull
herself off the pole but it was much too thick and deeply implanted in her
colon to slide out of her.  Her father then did the unimaginable.  As she
looked up at him with pleading eye she pointed his long dong at her and began
to urinate pissing on her face and hair then directing his spray down the
length of her naked back.  The warm liquid splashed over her ribs and formed a
puddle in the hollow of her spine.

She opened her mouth to scream and he directed his stream of piss into her
beautiful open mouth.  She had so easily fallen into his trap and now was
suffering the horrendous consequences.  Samantha had so easily fallen into her
father's nefarious trap and now was suffering the horrendous consequences. The
muscular boys now lifted the eight foot shaft the gorgeous young Samantha
perched on its pointed end, and stood it on its broad bell-shaped base.  Now
her own weight was her worst enemy.  She stood suspended on the long steel
pole that was firmly implanted in her rectum and was unable to move off it.
She tried to grip the shaft with her feet but the steel was too smooth for her
to grasp and her lovely legs worked in vain as the audience cheered her on.

The marvelous young jet-setter with the incredible figure was now certain to
die by total impalement for the entertainment of the sadistic and merciless
audience.  As they watched, Samantha panicked and she grabbed at the shaft in
her anus with her hands.  This proved to be useless but highly entertaining.
She began to sink on the unforgiving steel and it steadily worked its way up
into her as she slid slowly but steadily downward.  She writhed and twisted
beautifully in her uncontrolled horror as the shaft drove up through her and
threw her head back for a final electrifying scream as the rounded point of
the shaft found its way up through her throat and burst out through her mouth.
The beautiful girl her eyes bulged continued to sink until the flare at the
base was too much for her spread buttocks and she at last came to a stop with
more than four feet of the shaft rising out of her wide-stretched mouth.  Her
father had got his revenge.  The pretty and impetuous young Samantha would
finish her voyage in the cruise ship's incredible grinder and would be reduced
to fish food.

Charlotte was not sure what time of day it was.  She had been kept below decks
for more than three days and was completely time disoriented.  Day and night
rolled into one as she had been taken from event to event with what seemed to
be as little as one hour sleep in between.  She had been in a state of high
sexual arousal most of the time, as she had been a part of sex event after
debasing act after gross debauchery feat.  She had watched a pair of mature
women being forced to have sex with a pair of runting donkeys, whose mammoth
organs were hopelessly too large for the big bitches' pulsing vaginas.  The
two cunts had succumbed to the gross bestial degeneracy,but not before giving
the spectators an incredible show with their hopeless naked struggle.  The
beasts ripped right through the women's organs, spilling their viscera as
their bellies were split wide open by the runting bestial dongs for the
entertainment of the audience.

She had seen lithe young athletic nudes battle each other using two by fours,
each with a large spike sticking through it near the end.  The results were
devastating, and produced a remarkable and incredibly violent entertainment
for the paying customers.  The teenaged girls had gone at each other with a
vengeance, battering their young enemy's nakedness deeply puncturing the flesh
and crunching bones.  The ferocious young victor had actually ripped her
opponent open, eviscerating the lovely broken naked female body.

Charlotte had been on stage and witnessed little girls who had undergone
extreme sexual abuse, for the uncompromising entertainment of the remorseless
audiences.  A pair of little darlings, no more than nine years old, had been
beaten and then violently raped by a couple of boys in their mid teens.  The
boys' sex organs were over-sized, having been enlarged with injections of the
ship's own special drug, which gave a spectacular result to both male and
female organs.

The boys were as devastating to the little girls as the donkeys had been on
the women.  The pretty children's pert virgin vaginas were stretched to the
bursting point and then ruptured, splitting open with the ferocity of the
brutal sexual invasion.

"Take no prisoners," an elderly man cried from the audience.  The cruel
spectators would not be satisfied until the little rape victims were killed by
their attackers.  They got their wish.  The boys pulled out of the little
girls, and each grabbed a wrist and an ankle of one of the petite darlings.
They pulled back, stretching her arms and legs wide as they struggled.  She
was too small to endure the violence, and one at  a time her arms and legs
were dislocated from their sockets.

She was dropped, and the other girl was given the same treatment.  However,
this time the boys jerked apart repeatedly, and continued the merciless abuse
after the slender limbs were dislocated.  The child's pretty ruptured vagina
was pointed toward the audience, and the sadistic revelers had a perfect view
as the alluring little female sex organ was further damaged as it actually
split wide, ripping through to form a single opening with the girl's anus.  As
the patrons cheered, she was pulled wide open, and her pretty pink entrails
dropped to the floor.

Charlotte had been an integral part of a pageant in which two pair of large
athletic teenagers competed in the most bizarre race imaginable.  One team was
statuesque blonde Nordics, while the other was black haired and olive skinned
Iranians.  Each of them had a large iron stirrup pierced deeply into the
generous meat of her pubic mound.  When they kneeled side by side, their legs
spread, these metal hoops with the flat broad bottom section were fully
exposed, as was their cunt meat.  Their drivers would stand in these stirrups,
so that each tortured vagina bore half the weight of a naked male jockey.

A long course leather thong was used to bind the nearest breast of each girl
to that of her team-mate, to keep them in line.  They were otherwise
unfettered.  The event was staged on the ship's large upper deck, with the
wide promenade which encircled the ship serving as the race track.  The rules
were simple.  The race was a "Run 'Til You Drop" kind of ordeal, with all the
spectators gambling on which team could outlast the other.  Betting was heavy,
with hundreds of thousands of dollars at stake.  The title of the race was
somewhat misleading, because the race was not completed when a runner fell,
but when one of the fallen team members could no longer get back onto her
hands and knees to continue.

Exhaustion of the participants was only one factor for endurance.  There were
two others.  The first was the vicious woman-whips the jockeys carried,
special woman-whips designed to bruise and slice the naked female flesh.  The
other factor was the tiger girl Charlotte.  Her role was to put sufficient
fear into the lovely athletic bitches to keep them crawling around the decks
and struggling to endure.  This was a role for which Charlotte was well
suited, the kind of assignment she had long been waiting for, and one she was
well prepared to play to the hilt.

Tony had taken hours each night teaching Charlotte to screech like a cat.  Her
sounds were unnerving so he conducted her training sessions down in the ship's
workshop.  It had been painful for her at first debut she had endured the
scraping feeling in her throat and had learned to produce a harsh scream that
became more and more cat-like as she progressed.

Tony had rewarded her improvement by reducing the pressure on the vicious
clitoris clamp he had used to encourage her screams.  When she got the throaty
sounds the way he wanted them he further rewarded her by reducing the current
and frequency of the cruel electrical jolts to her nipples through the vicious
steel clamps he had attached to her sex meat for her training sessions.
Charlotte was a good student of debauchery, and she soon became very attached
to her powerful owner and handler.  Tony had a knack for handling and
motivating sumptuous bitches and she responded perfectly to his kindness in
choosing for her such appropriate rewards and his wickedness in selecting
heartless punishments.

Tony had prepared this stunning bitch very carefully.  She had been exposed to
progressively violent sexual sports and torture events until she was
comfortable with the sadistic entertainment bitch killings which were the  hit
of these licentious sex-show cruises.  The magnificent cat-girl Charlotte was
now completely submissive to Tony's will and she was perfectly compliant to
his total authority and masculine power.

Tony had finally brought the gorgeous submissive to the point where she would
now willingly kill for him.  She suspected that this was exactly what he would
ask of her before the cruise was over.  For now her role was just to damage
the lovely female meat being so sadistically treated for the entertainment of
the cruise ship's blood-lusting passengers who now lined the ship's upper deck
to get a good view of the bitch race.

The audience was startled at the incredible piercing of the young pubic mounds
of the four athletic girls and the incredible strain on the brutally pierced
sex organs as their jockeys stood in the piercing rings pulling the fuck meat
severely as the four tortured twats bore the weight of the two burly young
men.  The girls' screams told the story of their pain.  The bizarre teams of
naked girls were moved slowly around the promenade deck by their jockeys to
give the crowd of aroused spectators a view of their sensuous pulchritude.
Leading the parade was the striped cat-girl the delicate lips of her fully
exposed vagina glistening sumptuously with the moisture of her carnal arousal
as she moved proudly on all fours like a real cat.  She was spectacular.  Only
the lashing of the woman-whips on the naked flesh of the teen-aged nudes drew
attention from her.

Charlotte had the time of her life.  As the two teams of naked athletic
teenaged girls crawled forward carrying the full weight of their jockeys on
the rings through their cunts she ran past them on all fours and as she passed
she slashed at their bare buttocks and ribs with her sharp claws. The girls
were forced to move up onto their hands and toes.  This new elevated position
raised the men they carried high and exposed their beautifully pouting
meticulously trimmed and ruthlessly pierced vaginas.  Raising up like that
also spread their buttocks fully revealing to the crowd of cheering spectators
their lovely pink starfish anus rings.

These gorgeous young teens were prime bitch-meat.  They screamed shrilly like
real professional sex show girls as their riders' woman-whips slammed
mercilessly against their nakedness and they shrieked hysterically as
Charlotte attacked them with her vicious steel cat claws.  After a strike the
incredible Charlotte pranced away, her steel finger and toe nails clicking on
the hardwood deck her beautiful head held high her large breasts swinging
beneath her and her tail elevated and wagging proudly with he motion.

The spectators applauded and cheered the striped nude for her enthusiasm in
punishing the teams of brutalized teens.  She would hide in an alcove then as
the girls passed would spring out at them screeching like a cat as she lashed
at the girls' tanned and whip-welted flesh.  She carried away bits of their
skin on her claws and left behind long bleeding scratches.  When the girls
were at full stride and the two teams were in hot competition, Charlotte held
back letting the men riding the girls encourage their bizarre mounts on with
the merciless lash of their brutal woman-whips.

The race was hot furious and violent.  The ruthless whipping of the battered
naked flesh of the racing teams was unceasing and the compassionless riders
flailed the delightfully straining meat of the defenseless nudes forcing them
to run full out.  Their running brought no relief.  The bitch-whips found
every private and delicate part of the naked athletes.  Their
boobsdebelliesdebacksdebuttocksdevulvas and faces were treated equally.  Nor
were their lean legs and arms spared.

Flecks of blood spattered the slick decks making the footing hazardous for the
four lovely young participants.  The teams of tit-bound bitches ran on all
fours past the large crowd of cheering spectators bringing shouts of derision
and insults to their fully displayed and severely abused femininity.  They
made an admirable spectacle.  These lovely young ladies were amazing
competitors considering the severity of the brutal and merciless beating they
were enduring under the flailing woman-whips as they carried the weight of
their assailant jockeys on their deeply pierced cunts.  The deck was in most
of its length wide enough to accommodate the four bitches running side by
side.  It was even wider at the bow and stern providing ample space for
maneuvering so that passing was not only possible but occurred several times
during the action packed violent and desperate cunt race.

During a pass attempt, each jockey would lash out viciously and with purpose
at the naked mounts of his opponent, delivering savage and damaging blows to
the voluptuous struggling and staggering athletes.  The game girls gave their
best, and the amazing race continued at a frantic pace for nearly twenty
minutes.  The marvelous young bitches were gasping and straining to maintain
their balance as exhaustion began to effect their performance.  It was then
that Tony gave Charlotte her instructions.  She hid behind a large lifeboat,
at a point where most of the audience could see the arena of action.  When the
two teams of naked bitches approached her position they were running side by
side.  Suddenly the naked cat-woman sprung out in front of them, and startled
the racing girls so much that they came to a halt, and reared up.

The nude cat with her tattooed stripes lashed out with her sharp talons at
their exposed breasts and bellies.  The cooperative jockeys' penises bounced
at full rigid attention as they used their reins to hold their mounts in the
erect and exposed posture.  The results of the violent and merciless attack
were truly devastating.  The thick and short curved steel blades sliced deep
parallel gashes across the offered bellies and bulging breasts of the lovely
competitive teens.  Charlotte loved the feeling of her extended claws ripping
through the tight flesh of the naked athletes as she swung relentlessly at the
tit and face-bound screaming females.  This was living!

The monstrously abused teens collapsed under the assault, and their jockeys
jumped out of the cunt-stirrups as the bitch teams fell onto their backs.
Charlotte jumped onto the girls' bellies, waving her arms in victory.  Her
weight caused the battered and pierced cunts to bulge beautifully.  On a
sudden impulse, she dropped to her belly on top of one of the girls, and sunk
her fangs into the screaming teenager's puffed out pussy meat.

The girl was hysterical, and her frantic movement helped Charlotte as she
lifted her head and with her jaws tightly clamped in the girl's pierced pubic
mound she ripped open the delicate female sex organ.  Everyone had gathered
around them, and formed a ring to view the scene of carnal violence. Charlotte
stood again this time with the girl's  blood dripping from her chin onto her
large tattooed breasts as she received the applause and cheers of the
audience.  This marvelous cat-woman had reached the depths of degradation
necessary to meet their extreme expectations.  The vain bitch was ripe for the
severe abuse she would face in the ship's infamous death-pit arena.

This very evening she would get the thrill of her life and give the passengers
a show that they would long remember.  The thrill for her would be of stark
terror and horror not a thrill of pleasure.  As an entertainer on this highly
specialized cruise ship she was valued as a piece of attractive property and
her value would be measured by her ability to give the passengers the thrills
they had paid for by watching her suffering sexual degradation and humiliation
then severe pain and finally a meaningless death.

Tony would be paid a high fee for providing the ship's operators with such a
marvelous bitch.  The cat-woman Charlotte was destined to live only hours
because the biggest sex show of this cruise was scheduled to take place this
evening.  It was clear to everyone Charlotte's preparation was complete as she
stood there with the cunt flesh of the fallen teen clenched in her teeth and
with fresh blood dripping down her tattooed front.  The big show of the cruise
was always spectacular. It featured erotic costumes to rival the best of Las
Vegas shows although they were designed to feature rather than cover the sex
organs.  The theme for this exhibition was "Circus"and the show was lavishly
staged.  Gorgeous buxom women and pretty little girls were decorated in bursts
of plumage and sequined fabric that accentuated their nakedness.  Bright red
paint enhanced the visibility of their pouting lips erect nipples and exposed
vaginas.  Several of the large breasted women and teens had their boob firmly
bound at the base to cause the amazing mammaries to bulge obscenely.

The theme of the show this time was "Circus"and the ship's large death-pit
arena was decorated in the style of a big top.  The ringmaster was dressed in
tails with a top-hat and his erection stood out proudly from his open fly.  He
was well armed with a large hunting knife in a scabbard attached to his belt
on his left a 45 revolver in a holster on his right a sharp short bladed
gutting knife in his boot and a curved bladed machete in his belt.  He also
carried a vicious whip which he snapped with compelling command.  He was in
charge and was not to be disobeyed by any flighty young bitch.

A pair of clowns sporting large dildos violently raped a pair of voluptuous
women.  Their weapons were much too large for the delicate cunts of the ladies
and their attack was both amusing to the audience and damaging to their
beautiful victims.  The advantage of a live show over viewing a film or video
taped version of this kind of brutality was that the ladies were present in
flesh and blood.  These beautiful bitches were now beginning to show both
abundantly.  The brutal shafts pounding inside them tore at their vaginal
walls and the pad of their uterus.  Blood slicked the pumping dildos showing
the audience the extent of their severe sexual abuse.

When the clowns climaxed they pulled their artificial organs out of the real
but damaged organs of their victims.  The women screamed and rolled on the
sand floor of the arena in agony and humiliation but their ordeal was not yet
over.  A second pair of clowns appeared wearing much larger dildos and these
were decorated with three inch long spikes.  Now the vicious rape was going to
get dirty.  The merciless men raised the buttocks of the gorgeous women and
without preparation began thrusting their horrific weapons into the ladies.
The spikes ripped their way through the tortured pussy lips as the thick
shafts drove into the pain-racked cunts.  The women screamed and the audience
cheered at the brutal sexual violence being performed on the floor of the
arena.

When the horrific dildos were at last pulled out of the lovely female victims
the true effect of the monstrous fucking was revealed:  on the spikes were
hooked the ladies' bright colored intestines.  By removing the monstrous
dildos the clowns were actually eviscerating the lovely women.

There was yet more to the incredible ordeal.  The women writhing in agony in
the sand were flipped over onto their hands and knees and their hips were
raised.  Using their powerful hands to spread the feminine buttocks the pair
of compassion less clowns began to thrust their enormous weapons against the
ladies tight and puckered rectums.  The audience was startled at the early
success as the strained anus rings were quickly ruptured by the force of the
attack and the women took the huge shafts up into their colons.  This was the
kind of action the audience thirsted for and had paid so much to witness.

The two clowns drove their lethal weapons in a brutal pumping action into the
screaming and shrieking  ladies with violent sadistic passion.  It was clear
to the audience that the spikes were ripping the women's colons to shreds and
after several heroic moments of the monstrous ass fucking the pair of women
were literally fucked to death.  The next act featured a pair of teenaged
nudes who rode out into the ring standing on the back of a large prancing
pony.  The well-trained animal moved with a steady rhythm in a constant
circle.  The ringmaster stood in the middle of the ring, and the girls were
within easy reach of his whip.

The girls were very good at the apparently difficult balancing act, as they
had practiced the feat all week, but had not performed naked, nor with an
audience, and had certainly not had to contend with the sting of the lash from
that vicious whip.  It was enormously entertaining to watch the erotic dance
of distress as the girls desperately attempted to stay aboard the horses under
the outrageous stinging assault of the long snaking woman-whip.  At first the
whistling whip caught their youthful round buttocks, and their bulging
titties.  To avoid the lash they demonstrated a trick they had learned.  They
were both able to drop onto their backs across the back of the pony, their
legs spread for balance, and then to bound back up onto their feet, aided by
the bouncing of the horse.  The girls had learned their act well, and except
for the narrowness of their ability, they might be mistaken for professional
circus performers.

The ringmaster demonstrated his own skill.  After a period, he shifted his
attentions to the girls brightly painted cunt lips, bringing the flailing tip
of his weapon up between their legs with remarkable effect.  When a girl tried
to drop on her back, the whip was there to meet her.  The remarkable skill of
the ringmaster brought cheers and applause as he repeatedly battered the
delicate sex meat of the naked girls, bringing shrill piercing screams of
acknowledgement as he stung their curled painted cunt-lips and erect clits. At
last one of the girls fell, and she broke her leg as she hit the ground. As
she lay writhing in pain and agony on her back, the horse adjusted its course,
and intentionally trampled her.  With each rotation, the horse ran over her,
doing incredible damage to her naked form.  It crushed one of her arms, burst
open one of her breasts, and cracked several of her ribs in the first two
passes.

A hoof slashed and gashed her cunt, causing her to bleed profusely from her
ruined crotch.  Then the trained animal hit her belly on three consecutive
passes, ripping it wide open. She somehow lasted several circuits of the
incredible prancing, until at last one of the hooves came down on her mouth,
and drove her chin right back through the back of her neck, severing her
spinal cord.

The other girl was not so lucky.  She somehow remained aboard the horse during
this inhuman action, and once her friend was clearly dead, the attention of
the ringmaster and the audience was returned to her.  Seeing the horrible fate
of her fallen companion, the nude teen still aboard the galloping horse
involuntarily let loose from her anus a string of thick turds, blowing them
from her colon as if they had been shot from a canon.

The battery of firm turds fell to the pit floor and rolled, coating themselves
in a blanket of grains of sand like sausages, to the delight of the audience.
Because of the blood and gore spilt in the death-pit arena each week, the sand
was treated with a powerful deodorant, and in seconds there was no hint of the
nastiness she had produced.

The ships passengers favored the spirited girls in their mid teens, and were
getting a marvelous performance from this terrified young woman.  The whip
renewed its brutal assault on her delicate vagina, and with each painful blow
the audience could see the muscles of her stomach tighten in a snapping action
that matched the sharp slap of the merciless woman-whip.  When she fell onto
her belly across the back of the horse, he brought the whip down into the
crack between her buttocks, and snapped it at just the right instant.  The tip
slammed into her anus with such force that it split the tight impudent muscle
of her puckered anus, rupturing the shit-control device.

The girl flipped onto her back, trying desperately to remain aboard the
unstable platform of the horse's back, terrified that she might share her
friend's abhorrent fate.  The ringmaster was now dealing the blows from the
woman-whip with much more authority and power.  He split her bobbing breasts,
and actually ripped off a pert nipple.

The screaming young nude finally fell from her mount, and the clowns quickly
grabbed her before the horse got its hooves into her.  They caught the excited
animal, and with one of them on each of her limbs, moved her under the belly
of the animal so that her abused cunt was in contact with the head of the
beast's erection.  She threw back her head and screamed in horror as the cruel
clowns jerked her onto the rigid shaft, matching the runting action of the
aroused stallion.  When the animal's penis was securely holstered in the human
sheath, the girl's cunt was fully stuffed, although less than a third of the
enormous penis had gained entry.  The clowns holding her arms now released
them, and joined the others, so that there were two men on each of her legs.

They pulled steadily as the stallion thrust its hips, and gradually the beast
increased its penetration of the helpless young bitch.  Not only had it
stuffed her womb, but now it was hammering her uterus with such force that the
internal sex organ was ripped free, and the long animal dong reached through
her intestines to press against and bruise her kidneys.  She was getting an
incredibly painful deep gut fucking, and the audience loved it.

The tapered shaft of the stallion stretched the flesh of her cunt so severely
that the bottom of the female sex organ finally split, making her vagina and
ruptured anus into a single opening.  In fact, the heinous bestial fucking was
just beginning.  The men holding her legs jerked her further onto the invading
shaft, and it pounded against the bottom of her stomach, causing her to cough
up the contents, spitting the liquid mess between the horse's front hooves. As
with the offal, her vomit was quickly absorbed in the sand, and covered with
the scuffling of the horse and the men as they advanced the deep gut-fuck of
the helpless teenager.  This was a preliminary act, and was not to be dragged
out for the benefit of the participants.

The efforts of the clowns, accompanied by the impressive power of the large
horse, soon produced results.  The bitch's pelvis snapped, and in moments her
crotch began to rip, as the enormous horse cock split her tummy, ripping up
toward her navel.  The effect was fantastic for the audience, who saw the girl
banging her head on the ground in agony as the horse reached orgasm, pounding
the cum-spurting head of its penis against her rapidly beating heart, smashing
the beautiful teenager's vital organ as she died a dreadful yet spectacular
death, to the elated cheers of the ecstatic audience.

The final warm-up act preceding the main event featured a buxom woman and a
small and lean girl, who's slender figure echoed the shape of the full grown
woman, with the exception of chest development.  The girl was no more than
eight years old, and she wore the same kind of well fitting high heeled shoes
as the adult woman.  She had obviously had substantial training in the high
heeled shoes, because she moved in them as well as her counterpart. They both
also wore extravagant costumes that hid none of their intimate charms, but
which in fact accentuated their most private parts.  The blatantly obscene
sexuality of the pair was exciting for the perverted audience.

The woman's large nipples had been pierced at the base, and she wore large
iron rings through them.  The child's ears had been pierced at the top rather
than through the lobes, and after parading around the ring to be inspected by
the appreciative audience, the child was held in front of the woman, with her
back to her.  The iron rings dangling from the points of the woman's breasts
were attached to her ears, then were permanently clamped in place.  The two
were now a number.

The woman's arms were pulled severely behind her back, forcing her shoulders
forward and her breasts to bulge.  A tight leather sleeve glove was fitted
over her arms, and it was laced up to hold her arms in their drastically
restricted position.  The woman's hair was woven into a long braid.  A strip
of barbed wire was tied securely to the end of the braid, and her head was
pulled back.

One of the clowns lifted the little girl and held her off the ground,
restricted by the attachment of her ears to the woman's nipples.  The barbed
wire was taken down  between the woman's legs, and was drawn through between
the child's legs as well.  The wire was wrapped around the child's waist, and
fastened to itself in front of her.  The clown holding the girl released her,
and she sat on the wire, pulling the woman's head back to the extreme with her
weight, and her legs would not reach the floor.

The wire cut into the child's waist, her little pussy and her crotch, as well
as digging deeply into the woman's cunt.  Sharp barbs dug into the flesh of
both of the naked females, bringing forth sharp piercing screams from both of
them.  The pair were sensational.  At the same time, her ears and the woman's
nipples took half the strain of the child's weight, which was nearly eighty
pounds.

The sight of the wire disappearing between the tender lips of the little
girl's cuntlet was enhanced by view of the sharp barbs piercing her delicate
flesh, bringing out droplets of brightly glistening red blood.  The woman
looked as if her neck would snap as her head was pulled back so severely that
her face looked backward.  At the same time, her big breasts were stretched
radically by the girl's weight.

This was only the beginning of the weird event.  One of the clowns gave the
little girl a mace, one of the most barbaric weapons of medieval times.  The
evil weapon consisted of a stout handle, an eighteen inch length of chain,
connected to a ten pound iron ball, which bristled with sharp inch-long
spikes.  Although the girl had her back to the woman to whom she was attached,
the woman was totally defenseless, and at the mercy of the child.

This was the most bizarre struggle imaginable.  The large woman's legs were
free, and a remarkable sight in those spike heeled shoes as she struggled to
keep her balance under the blows of the damaging mace.  She had no way to
strike back at the child, but she was a game bitch, and she was as active as
her highly restrictive binding allowed.  It was not enough.  The girl was
driven by the intense pain in her naked groin and her ears swing the mace
ferociously, bashing the damaging spiked steel ball into the meat of the large
woman to whom she was bound.

The mace was incredibly effective, even in the hands of a child.  The little
girl swung it wildly, unable to turn her head, which was ringed by the ears to
the woman's nipples.  She bashed it horizontally, striking the woman's back on
either side, driving the spikes into the meat and cracking ribs.  She swung it
between her legs, bringing the ball up between the woman's legs to sink it
into the mature vagina.  Blood dripped from ripped cunt lips, fat pubes and
slashed buttocks.  The girl had to be careful not to hit herself with the
vicious spiked ball.  It was small enough at ten pounds that she could manage
it, and yet heavy enough to do severe damage as it was swung in an arc with
the leverage of the eighteen inch chain.

The brutal blows from the vicious mace were telling, and the woman was soon
staggering, struggling just to remain upright.  Her struggle was telling on
both of them, for with every movement she made, the wire cut deeper into both
of their vaginas.  To amplify the damage were the long sharp barbs on the
wire, which tore at the delicate female flesh with even the slightest shift in
position.

The woman was fortunate, in one respect, in that the wire only contacted her
vagina, anus, and the full cleavage of her buttocks.  The girl had to endure
barbs through her immature sex organ, into the ring muscle of her little anus,
and around her waist as well.  The desperate and continuous movement of the
big woman ensured the brutal barbs did their part in magnifying the vicarious
entertainment of the large audience.

Suddenly the child hit the jackpot.  She had just swung the mace between her
legs, landing a direct and damaging blow to the cunt of the woman.  She was
breathing hard from her effort with the heavy weapon, when in impulse she
swung the spiked steel ball over her head.  It was difficult to tell if she
were just winding up for another cunt blow, but that was academic, because the
mace smashed into the face of the woman, crushing her nose and right cheek,
and popping out the right eyeball from the force of the blow.

The big bitch's knees trembled, then she pitched forward, toppling over on top
of the small girl, pinning the child's head between her large and bulging
breasts with her dead weight, and burying the child's pretty little face in
the sand.  The distressed little girl panicked, and kicked and struggled
desperately, face down with the large woman on top of her.  Her position was
hopeless, and after nearly two minutes of the frantic kicking of her lively
legs she lost vigor.  Soon the beautiful bare limbs were reduced to quivering
as the naked little girl suffocated to death under the weight of her dead
opponent.

For the final display leading up to the main event, three rings were quickly
set up.  The arena was darkened, and bright spotlights illuminated selected
areas.  The ringmaster drew his pistol and fired it into the air.  A pair of
women in red capes entered and paraded around the arena.  The capes came down
to just above their knees, and they wore high cut boots with high heels.  on
their heads they wore extensive feathered headpieces, and their arms were
folded in front of them under the capes, out of sight.  The only apparent
difference between the beautiful Nordic blondes was that one wore white boots
while the other wore black.

When they had completed the circuit, they stood back to back in the center
ring, facing either side, and in a grand gesture, swept open their capes.  The
audience cheered the sight they revealed:  they were stark naked beneath the
robes, and both bitches were ripely pregnant.  Two Trapeze swings were lowered
from the overhead rails, and the girls had their arms pulled behind them and
secured over the bars on the swing.  This position forced their monstrous
milk-swollen tit meat to bulge out obscenely.

The swings were elevated, lifting the pregnant young nudes off the arena
floor, facing each other from a distance of about ten feet.  The clowns
grabbed at the girl's, gripping their cunts, and pulled the two swell bellies
more than twenty feet apart.

They then released them at the same time, so that they  swung rapidly toward
each other, and their big bellies hit each other with a sickening thump.  The
girls screamed at the unexpected rough treatment, and they were once again
pulled wide apart.  This time when they swung together they raised their legs
in an attempt to protect themselves, and the result was that their gorgeous
lean legs acted as battering rams, their boots driving deep into the other's
grotesquely swollen belly.

As this belly-battering continued, a voluptuous woman dressed in the feathers
of and leathers of a wild Indian was tied up in the middle of the ring nearest
the bow of the ship.  Two well-tanned men in Indian costumes rode horses that
circled the ring, and as they circled the strung-up bitch, they strung their
bows and began shooting arrows at her.  They began with near misses, then
caught her limbs, being careful to minimize the damage.  As the act
progressed, they showed their true marksmanship by sinking their arrows into
her ample meat, catching her breasts and her belly, without striking any of
her vital organs.

The ringmaster fired another shot in the air, and a statuesque girl that
everyone immediately recognized as the bartender from the A deck lounge
appeared, her wrists and ankles manacled with heavy chains.  She was paraded
around the arena as the others had been, then she was taken to the stern end
circus ring.  The ringmaster introduce Patricia, a seventeen year old they had
all got to know during the past week by frequenting her bar.  Regular clients
knew her as the cheery and carefree bartender who had never uncovered her
impressive breasts in the six months she had worked on board this nefarious
ship.  She had, the ringmaster explained, begun in the past three weeks
stealing things from the rooms of other female workers, and was about to
receive her just punishment.  The audience was fully aware of how heavy the
hand of justice could be on this ship, and they were not about to be
disappointed.

The two clowns not working with the pregnant girls at center ring dragged in a
large cross made of heavy beams, and erected it in the middle of the ring.
Then they brought forward a cart and a step-ladder.  One of the clowns climbed
the ladder, and the other lifted the gorgeous bartender up to him.  She was
placed against the heinous but simple device facing the vertical beam, and she
laid her arms over the cross beam to support herself as the clown released
her.  The other clown climbed onto the cart to assist, and passed up a heavy
sledge hammer and a sixteen inch long spike.  The terrified girl's large
breasts embraced the large vertical beam just below the cross beam, and the
clown on the ladder delighted the audience by driving the huge spike through
the side of her breast, and right on through, nailing the bulging mammary to
the cross.  His accomplice reached up and drove a second spike through the
other breast on the other side of the beam, attaching it to the cross in the
same fashion.

The third and fourth spikes went down into the top of the cross beam, driven
through her upper arms.  Then her shoes were removed, and with the top of one
resting against the sole of the other, a single spike was driven through each
and on into the vertical beam.  Her chin rested against the top of the
vertical beam, and with her screaming mouth held open, a spike was driven down
under her tongue and into the top of the post.

Four more spikes were driven through her calves and upper legs into the sides
of the vertical beam.  Another was angled through her anus, emerging above her
pubic mound, and it also was driven home into the sturdy post, anchoring her
impressive butt to the cross.  Her sensuous squirming was now severely
restricted by the heinous spikes.

Now that the young buxom bitch was securely spiked to the sturdy cross, the
clowns became more creative, driving the long spikes into and though other
parts of her body, demonstrating the same level of skill as the marksmen on
horseback at the other end of the ship, who were piercing the squirming torso
of their human female target regularly without striking any of her vital
organs.  The voluptuous bitch was as mobile as her bindings would allow.  She
twisted around  and writhed for the full enjoyment of the audience as she took
arrows into her big boobs, buttocks  and her tightly stretched tummy.  A pair
of arrows found her lower belly at the same time, and she responded by pissing
golden urine that turned red as the internal damage found her bladder.
Amazingly, she took several shots in the back which missed her kidneys, spine
and lungs.

The ringmaster introduced the ship's mascot, the captain's dog.  It was a
large Great Dane, a massive beige coated beast with an enormous dong swinging
between its legs.  Riding on its back was a near-naked ten year old girl, who
was having the time of her life as the huge dog bounded around the ring.  Then
she saw the events being featured in each ring.

On command, the dog moved over to the ringmaster, and he lifted the screaming
girl off the animal's back.  He placed the distressed child over a bench, face
up, and bound her wrists and ankles in place.  She lay, stark naked and
screaming, as the huge dog licked her immature little cunnie with its large
wet tongue, then the hound reared up and climbed over her.  It's monstrous
penis quickly found her hairless little slit, and with remarkable skill, the
beast worked the head of the wet organ into the girl's .  The pressure of the
rigid shaft thrusting against her little hymen was irresistible, and with a
series of rapid lunges, the dog's dong burst through, ending the pretty little
lady's virginity.  Her ruby blood spurted from around the invading canine
penis as the beast drove home its big cock.  With the huge dog's thick long
shaft pistoning into the screaming child and it massive balls slapping against
her ass, the bestial fucking was under way.

With the other acts well under way, the whole audience's attention  was
attracted back to the center ring by blood gushing down the inner thighs of
the swinging pregnant bitches.  Both had broken the other's waterbag, both
were experiencing frequent labor pains, and birthing by both of the young
ladies was imminent.  The clowns were now pulling the girls twenty-five feet
apart, so that they were now hitting each other at a closing speed of thirty
miles per hour.  The results were startling.  They raised their legs as the
closed on each other, and twisted to position themselves to get the other
while avoiding the kicking female boots attacking them.  They were both
bruised and bleeding from their big battered boobs and from the vicious blows
to their damaged exposed naked crotches.  Shrill screeching screams filled the
arena each time the bitches were swung together.

They had both learned early in the contest the damaging capability of the
spike heels on their boots, and both had applied this knowledge with a
vengeance.  The girl wearing the white boots managed to kick the toe of her
boot so hard that it entered the other's cunt and stuck, with the heel jammed
deep into her opponent's anus.  This gave the girl with black boots  a
distinct advantage, because they while were held together and in ideal kicking
range with the jammed foot, Black Boots had both of her legs free while White
Boots had just one leg with which she could inflict damage on her foe.

Black Boots flailed at the large belly of her opponent, and she developed the
tactic of stabbing the spike heels into the bitch's cunt and lower belly, with
telling effect.  The vicious weapons dug into the exposed tender meat three or
four inches with each kick, piercing the girl mercilessly, leaving
blood-spurting stab wounds with each savage kick.  The best the other girl
could do was to scrape the other's buttocks with her free foot, and when she
finally managed to jerk her other foot free, it was at the of the cost of her
boot, which remained firmly lodged in the battered cunt.  Her bare foot could
not inflict half the damage a boot could, but there was one advantage gained.
The cunt blocked with the jammed boot would not be able to give birth to the
baby, and the mother would be under extreme duress because of it.

The full effect of the forceful blows that each of the girls had inflicted on
each other and endured were now telling.  White Boots' bleeding cunt spread,
and the dark top of her infants head showed in the enlarged opening.  As she
squirmed in her agony, the entire head emerged.  Black Boots was not so
fortunate.  She screamed and kicked in desperation as her baby, forced down
her birthing canal by the severity of the action, was stopped by the boot
jammed in her vagina and rectum.

The two were pulled wide apart again, and then released to swing at each
other, resuming the severe belly battering contest.  In this forced birthing
competition, each of the beautiful participants had gone far beyond the limits
of defending herself from the battering by the other.  The damage had been so
hurtful that they were now actively retaliating, and doing all the damage they
could to their opponent.

Now that White Boots' baby was in sight, the small head protruding obscenely
from its mother's cunt became a prime target for the viciously kicking black
boots, and the infant was given a severe concussion before its shoulders had
emerged.  White Boots attempted to twist away on the next swing, but she
instinctively raised her gorgeous legs to protect herself, and Black Boots got
a heel into the mouth of the screaming emerging infant.  The kick was so
powerful that the heel emerged under the new child's chin, and as they began
to swing away again, the heel remained jammed in the baby's jawbone.

She jerked desperately, assisted by the hysterically frantic twisting of the
mother, and White Boots' gripping cunt began to lose its hold on the emerging
infant, accelerating the birthing process.  The baby was jerked by the heel
through its jaw, and it slipped quickly out of the cunt of White Boots, like a
piglet sliding down a greased chute.

The positioning of the infant pressing down inside the womb of Black Boots
caused a gradual spreading of her vagina, loosening its grip on the offending
boot, and her frantic squirming and desperate kicking slowly eased her anus
grip on the jammed boot's heel.  At last the boot dropped, and as she was
swung once more against the body of her enemy she took a direct blow to her
swollen belly.  The force of the blow was so great that the sprog spit out of
her like a ball shot from a canon.  The long umbilical cord stretched out
behind the ejected baby, looking like a streamer or a pink and white strip of
ribbon.

The party was rolling, and the audience was now ready for the main event.  All
that remained was to dispatch the bitches still in the arena, all of whom had
miraculously remained alive.  The four clowns each retrieved a six foot long
tent pole.  These three inch thick wooden shafts had a sharpened end, and had
been sanded smooth.  The poles' points were directed into the rectum of the
arrow-filled and crucified bitches, and into the distended vagina of each of
the new mothers.

The four men worked simultaneously, thrusting the thick  poles forcefully up
into inner workings of the tortured torsos of the naked women, impaling them
alive.  The men demonstrated their strength and skill as they lunged and
guided the thick poles through their helpless female victims.  The audience
cheered as the bloodied tips of the shafts emerged from the gaping mouths of
the naked bitches.  The clowns heaved on the poles once more, and they slid
further into the four nude female carcasses until about a foot and a half
stuck out of either end of the dead bitches.

The Great Dane had long since shot its load of spunk into the bleeding cuntlet
of the little girl, and the huge lump at the base of the monstrous prick had
kept it locked inside her.  At last the beast pulled free.  The ringmaster
walked calmly over to the girl, drew his revolver, and thrust the cold muzzle
of the 45 into her bleeding cuntlet.  Giving a few seconds for breathlessly
watching audience to grasp the full effect, he amazed them by pulling the
trigger three times, blasting the large slugs up through the naked torso of
the child.  The impaled bodies were cut down and dragged out of the arena, and
the rings and implements were removed.  The ship's infamous death-pit was
ready for the main event of the cruise.

Now it was time for Charlotte to perform.  She had not been rehearsed, and had
no idea what she was to do.  The arena was dark as she was thrust out through
the holding door.  Suddenly a hot beam from a spotlight caught her, then two
more, so that she was lit from three sides.  She had gone down on all fours as
she had entered, as she had been so well trained to do, and the bright circles
of light revealed her incredibly feline femininity.  Her deep brown tattoo
marks stood out boldly, as did her painted and flared pussy lips.

Her tail, extending from the huge plug thrust into her anus, stood up proudly,
and she crept forward on the blood-stained sand-covered floor of the pit like
a great hunter, which was the only thing she could think of to do her small
pool of light in the stark darkness of the arena.

As she moved, slinking with all the grace of a cat, she was suddenly aware of
the silence from the darkened stands.  She knew that they were filled with
observers, and was impressed that she was so good she could captivate the
imagination of this debauched gathering of lechers.  Her confidence grew as
she realized the power she had over the crowd.  Clearly they were captivated
by her grace and her magnificence.  She knew she was the best physical
specimen aboard the cruise ship, and she basked in the glory of the silent
tribute the audience was paying to her.

As she moved across the expanse of sand, the glare of the lights striking her
kept her eyes from adjusting to the pitch black of the arena.  Another of her
senses caught her attention.  It was a faint pungent smell she had noticed
once before, and she struggled to identify it.  A deep rattle, as if from the
ship's great engines, but somewhat closer, caused her to stop in her tracks.
She remained motionless, the hair on the back of her neck bristling as her
mind gradually drew the scent and sound together.

Suddenly the sound was there again, much closer this time, and she felt a
sudden cold sweat.  She remembered the smell.  She had first encountered that
disquieting odor at the Cincinnati Zoo.  She had experienced it again as a
teenager sneaking between the animal trailers at the circus.  Most recently
she had smelled it on board this ship, when she had last heard that sound. She
had been with Tony in the ship's large hold learning to screech like a cat,
and they had passed by the animal holding pens.

They had rounded a corner and she had been face to face, through strong bars,
with a huge Indian Tiger.

The thick tail plug filling her colon prevented Charlotte from shitting
herself, but the urge to defecate out of cold fear was compelling.  Large
female cats are renown for their ability to urinate great It is not uncommon
for circus cats to shoot a jet of spray into a cage four yards away. Charlotte
proved her worth as a human tigress as she spurted a steady stream of her hot
piss upward from her elevated cunt through the beam of the spotlights, driven
by her stark fear.

Now the sound was unmistakable as the tiger growled again, more aggressively
this time, and much closer to the naked female human in the spotlight.
Suddenly it head entered the beam of the light, and Charlotte screeched out in
relief.  It was the large male, a tame cat that was used in several of the
erotic shows in the ship's many small sex theaters.  She reached forward, and
put her arm around the animal's neck.

The big cat responded by licking her tattooed belly and breasts with a show of
affection.  The tender feeling of its warm tongue was followed by a coolness
as its saliva dried.  She could smell the thick mustiness of its breath, and
her eyes bulged at the close-up view of the animal's yellowed teeth.  This
middle aged tiger was well known to like playing with naked women.  He was
tame, and as safe as a house cat.  Charlotte climbed up onto its back, sat
upright, and rode triumphantly around the large arena on the animal's back.
She felt the sensual rub of its soft coat against her bare vagina, and then
through the short soft hair she felt the powerful muscles shifting against her
hot cunt.  As her vaginal juices started to flow, she dampened the broad back
upon which she rode.  This was exciting.  Charlotte felt like the queen of the
ship at the moment.

She heard the audience now, as they murmured to each other, and encouraged her
bold performance.  She leaned back on the beast, thrusting her bare vagina
forward, and squeezing her shoulders so that her large breasts bulged
impressively.  The big cat walked steadily, used to this kind of movement on
its back.

The sight of this remarkable tattooed nude they had all become accustomed to
over the past week of the cruise, bizarrely masquerading as a tiger, now
riding obscenely on the back of a real jungle cat, was as erotic as anything
any of the jaded crowd of spectators had ever seen.  She was truly
magnificent, as was the beast, and the contrast between the two caused
erections to dribble and vaginas to sweat throughout the packed arena.

Charlotte moved up onto her knees, and held her arms out, then one leg, and
finally she felt the confidence to stand up tall on the broad back of the
jungle beast.  She liked the attention that the big spotlights brought, but
she wished that they would allow her to see.  The crowd in the stand let her
know they were there and appreciated her performance.  From somewhere in the
darkness she heard the ringmaster's shrill whistle, and suddenly the cat
beneath her unexpectedly bolted to one side, causing her to crash to the
arena's sand floor.  The spotlights stayed on her, and she felt the dreaded
fear return.

She heard the growl again, but this time it was different.  This time it was a
lighter, though somehow more aggressive sound.  Suddenly there was the echoing
snap of two new spotlights coming on, and in an instant glare they lit a tiger
stalking her.  This one was not the friendly male.  It was a smaller female,
with a true killer glint in its eye.  This animal would not provide a mount
for her.

Now she was so frightened that she was able to shit out the thick plug that
had filled her colon and had firmly anchored her striped tiger tail.  The
crowd gasped with real surprise at the size of the thick tail plug that
emerged.  Her tail fell to the floor, discarded by her stressed colon.  The
crude display of her talented anus continued as she ejected four sturdy turds.
The dark brown offal logs rolled and were quickly coated in the arena's
blood-stained kitty litter, and to complement the discharge, she let loose
again a streaming jet of urine.

This was not play-school.  This was the notorious death-pit arena, and she was
starring in the main event.  Charlotte had somehow blocked this fact from her
mind as she had entered the arena, but now there was no question remaining in
her mind.  She was dead bitch-meat.  She knew with certainty she would not be
allowed by the ringmaster to leave the arena alive.  She was here to be
hunted, brought down and torn to pieces, alive, by these carnivorous killers.
Tony had created Charlotte the Cat to be nothing more than live bait, to die
as human cat food.  The gorgeous woman was going to make a delectable morsel
for the big cats, and would satisfy their feeding needs for the next several
days.  There was little chance the tattoo artist would get much of this
beautiful hide to salvage.

Now the level of the lights in the arena was gradually brought up, so that
everyone could see the entire area.  There was no longer any need to hide the
cats from the girl.  The female cat slowly circled her, and the male joined
into the exciting cunt-hunt.  They were on opposite sides of her, a common
tactic  which meant she could watch only one of them at a time.  It was a
clever game, and worked every time.

Charlotte recognized, even in her state of near shock at her desperate
situation, that the male was merely a decoy, and did not represent a threat.
Had she not safely climbed onto his back and ridden him around the large
arena?  Had she not allowed him to lick her pussy, her tummy and her breasts
with his large warm tongue?  A sudden chill ran up her spine as she remembered
the size of those yellowed fangs, and the repugnant odor of its breath.  She
felt totally vulnerable.

The male growled, and moved closer.  Charlotte reversed her field, and
attempted to move out from between them.  The big cats effortlessly shifted,
keeping her between them.  She saw no avenue of escape.  Suddenly, in a
totally unreasoned panic move, she sprung to her feet, and ran upright toward
the far end of the arena.  She hit the far wall, attempting in vain to climb
the rough surface, which was designed to encourage but make impossible such
desperate attempts.

Now the best she could produce in terror from her puckered anus was a thin
string of little turds, which were never-the-less visible from the furthest
seats in the arena.

The adrenaline was flowing in the bitch, but at this stage in the event, the
audience responded only with polite applause.  As she dropped back to the
arena floor, gasping for air, Charlotte looked back, and saw that the animals
were slowly strolling toward her rather than coming after her in hot pursuit.
They as well as she realized that there was no escape for her, and that her
position was not only desperate but was truly hopeless.  With this horrid fact
becoming a true reality in her mind there came to her a rare form of courage.

Charlotte now drained her bladder of its remaining contents, and in a
remarkable and unpredictable move, she ran directly at the large male.  She
was going to test its position and resolve.  The big cat raised an enormous
paw and hit the running nude square in the chest, flattening her big breasts
and knocking her backward onto the ground.

She doubled over, winded by the powerful blow.  The male cat circled her, the
female standing watching from a distance.  The cat-woman slowly got to her
feet, caught her breath, and charged toward the big male again.  The cat again
raised its paw, and she dodged to one side, and courageously leaped onto its
back.  The huge male raised its head, roared, and then, to everyone's
surprise, sat.  Slowly it began to roll onto its side, and Charlotte had to
abandon her position of relative safety to avoid being crushed.  As soon as
she was off, the big cat got back to its feet and moved toward her.  This time
she turned away and sprinted away.

The female cat showed an explosion of energy as it leaped after her, and in
five long powerful yet graceful strides, it caught its erotic naked prey and
brought her down.  The male then sprung into action, and grasped her right
thigh in its powerful jaws like a chicken drumstick.  She rolled onto her
back, screaming hysterically, and the female got her entire left breast into
its mouth, clamping its muscular jaws firmly so that its huge teeth dug deep
into the fallen woman's tender tit meat.

The two beasts pulled back, stretching her between them.  The male re-clamped
its jaws several times, and Charlotte felt with horror the monstrous teeth
grinding against the bone.  Her mammary meat ripped, and was terribly shredded
by the female cat's efforts.  blood spurted from the wounds, sheeting the
floor.  The female took hold of her left wrist, and the male slid its jaws
down to her right ankle.  This time her voluptuously developed body was
stretched even more severely by the big cats, with their huge feline teeth
crushing her flesh and bones.  Something had to give, and at last  the upper
bone of her arm was pulled out of its socket.  The horrific struggle
continued, and the audience was delighted to see the flesh of her arm pit rip,
stretch, then tear apart, so that the lovely arm came free.

As soon as the bitch's arm came off, the male grabbed her hip in his jaws and
flipped her over.  She landed on her knees and obscenely bulging breasts, with
her ass propped high in the air.  The big cat took full advantage of her
vulnerability, and it mounted her, ramming its huge dong deep into her exposed
vagina.  Charlotte's anguished moan turned to a wail of despair.  While the
male tiger humped into her, the female moved around her, was attracted to the
bleeding lower leg where the male had gripped her, and she settled down, and
gnawed at the fresh meat, until she actually chewed the woman's foot right
off.  At last the male tiger reached climax, and ejaculated his hot thick
spunk into the impossibly stretched womb of the downed human impostor.  The
big cat dismounted, and the audience was amazed to see that the huge red penis
was still spurting great gobs of its semen onto the nakedness of his victim.

Without hesitation, he pressed the tip of his dong against the nub of her
anus, found the dimpled opening in the buttocks well, and with a powerful
thrust, brutally penetrated the tight opening.  Charlotte screamed with the
excruciating pain of the abrupt anal entry, and the agony of the humiliating
ass rape.  She was in no position to resist, and although she was losing blood
from the disarmed shoulder and the stump of her footless leg, she had not yet
lost much of her strength.

She heaved her ass in resistance to the gross bestial fucking she was
receiving.  The men and women in the audience had cast experienced eyes on
that marvelous cunt and asshole of hers  all week long, imagining in their
mind's eye the kind of brutalized penetration her twin sex vestibules were now
obtaining.  Every thrust of the humping male tiger caused her to slide in her
own blood and gore, which was spreading over a widening area.  With her
remarkable figure, Charlotte was prime fuck-show meat, and was delivering with
all the cock-jerking action the audience could wish.

When the tiger finally jerked its enormous penis from her anus, it again
amazed the audience by dribbling more steaming spunk onto the ruptured female
orifice.  The female cat was sitting back, watching and waiting.  She was most
interested in the succulent internal organs, and knew that in this sex show
ring, the total domination and humiliation of the naked prey must be achieved
before opening her and digging out the best parts of their captured quarry.

The male sank its teeth into Charlotte's side, and lifted her in the air.
Heaving its massive head, it tossed her high, ripping open the layered muscles
of her side, ripping open her belly.  Great loops of her intestines snaked out
of her as she flew, along with a delicate lace of her blood, which spread in
an elliptical pattern on the pale sand.  She landed hard on her ass, and more
of her entrails were jolted out of her.  The cavity of her torso was largely
emptied when the cats move in to get the best of her internal offerings,  and
she twisted as she fell onto her side, attempting to conceal the terrible
opening ripped in the torn meat of her tender flank.  It was no defense
against the trained killer cats. Without hesitation, the two carnivores
grabbed her tummy flesh and pulled, their jaws locked in her meat.  In seconds
they had ripped her wide open.

Now Charlotte saw that her life could only be measured in mere seconds.  She
was numbed to the pain from the shock of the stark brutality she was
experiencing from the deadly cats.  However, her mind remained clear and
alert.  She was going to experience the full measure of debauchery as she was
eaten alive by the monstrous cats.

While the female tiger got its muzzle inside her and dragged out her liver,
the male grabbed her cunt in its massive jaws, sinking its teeth deep into her
pubic meat.  It jerked its head back, pulling viciously at the very pit of her
femininity.  She was startled at the erotic sight of witnessing her own sex
organ, including her inner gonads, being ripped from her.  It was an orgasmic
experience, but her vital orgasm equipment was being removed by the large male
cat, and was no longer functional.

The male lifted its jaws high grasping the severed female sex organs,
including the uterus and ovaries, and held them in full view.  He suddenly
lost interest in the morsel and dropped it.  The female tiger dropped the
liver she had been chewing, and once more they closed in on their fallen prey.
The female closed its mouth over Charlotte's face, and began to slowly squeeze
the powerful jaws closed as the male thrust its muzzle inside her and grabbed
her rapidly pounding heart in its jaws.  In unison the two snuffed out the
bitch's life in spectacular fashion.  These were true show cats, and had given
the audience the thrilling climax they had come to see.

To complete the exhibition, the male cat mounted the female, and the audience
watched the natural mating dance of the wild beasts in which the tigers reaped
their reward for the impressive bitch killing.  The audience watched the
beastial fucking for several moments, then filed out to find further amusement
to fill their time until the ship docked.  They were all far too sexually
excited to sleep, and there were plenty of bizarre and violent sexual
diversions to be found in the ship's many small theaters, which catered to the
tastes of all who boarded this evil vessel.  Once more nature had run a
carefully altered course, reproducing beautifully choreographed death for
entertainment as a part of the life cycle, and the infamous death-pit had
again lived up to its depraved name.

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