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

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

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

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

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

   * * * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   * * * * * * *

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   * * * * * * *

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

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

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

   "SLAY THE BIRD!  SLAY THE BIRD!"

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

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

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

   "SLAY THE BIRD!" the crowd shouted.

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

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

   "SLAY THE BIRD!" the mob shouted.

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

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

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

   "FUCK" she screamed,

   "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"

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

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"

   There was to be no mercy for this vain cunt.

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

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

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

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

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"

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

   "SLAY THE BIRD!"

   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 runted into
her, and the name Angel had stuck.

   As had her spirit for bizarre sexual adventure.  It was no surprise to
her grade eleven school chums that when the small ad was placed in the
girl's washroom, advertising for girls to work in a secret sex club doing
dirty acts, Angella went straight to the school office and called the
temporary phone number, right in front of the principal.

   The senior educator didn't catch on to the suggestive conversation, even
though there were several other girls standing around her giggling.  That
was the last day any of her friends saw her or the three others who went
with her to see what it was all about.  The four good looking seventeen
year old girls simply left school and disappeared from that dreary town.

   Angella had used her body and her good looks to move ahead in life,
working as a high class call girl and doing underground sex shows and
videos.  She had invested wisely, and had bought real estate with her
considerable earnings.  That had brought her to the point where she did not
require performing degenerate sex acts on stage and on video to get on in
the world, but as she became legitimate, she missed the excitement of the
degeneracy she had sunk into as an innocent teenager.

   That was what had brought her aboard this European sex cruise ship, and
now into intimate contact with the Italian stud Tony.

   "If you are interested in becoming an entertainer, Angella, I think I
could help you do it, right here on this cruise ship, and at the same time
introduce you to a little excitement as well."

   She feigned slipping, and grabbed his arm.  He felt her large luscious
tits press against his arm, and knew he had a live one here.  This Angel
Angella was a bitch that was ripe for the killing.  Sex killing. 
Degenerate and violent sex killing.

   "Could you really get me into show business?" she said, purring.

   She had extra long red painted nails, and he noticed the revealing roll
of the thin satin gown across her taunt tummy.  She was in heat, and
clearly ready for the brief burst of erotic fame he was about to offer her.

   "Yes," he said, "with the right contacts, training and exposure, you
could soon have a very promising career in show business."

   She smiled and pressed her hip against his rearing penis that showed
clearly through his pants.

   She told him another reason her name was Angel was because the men she
slept with said that she was such a fox in bed that being inside her was
like being in heaven.  They went into his cabin to discuss how he could
help shape her exciting future.

   * * * * * * *

   Jennifer felt her whole body glowing with the most extreme pain, worse
than anything she could imagine, so she knew she was still alive.  She saw
the big German spurting his jism onto her face, and realized she was not
able to blink.  She had feared he was going to cut her throat with that
monstrous blade on his ball cover, but for some reason he stood up and
moved out of her field of vision.

   Then he was back, and he had big hooks similar to those holding the
goose woman Lucrecia in the air, and he started digging them into her meat.
She could feel them going into her through the fog of pain that was
wracking her brain.  She was sure she was now completely mad.  The cables
on the hooks were drawn tight, and she was lifted off the ground.  She was
dangling like the goose woman, but not as high.

   Then she began to move, and it struck her that the steel beams the
winches were attached to were really rails.  That must be it.  She could
hear the approving roar of the crowd as she as was moved across the arena
to the big doors in the corner that swung open to receive her.

   As she moved she was swinging, slowly rotating, and as she passed
through the opening she faced backward.  In the arena she saw the big man
posturing triumphantly to the cheers of the audience, and amazingly he was
still ejaculating gobs of gooey sperm into the air from his monstrous
prick. At his feet was a tangled pile of her own viscera, and she realized
that in the horrifying haze of the extreme torture she had endured, she had
been completely gutted!

   Jennifer got a single stroke of satisfaction as she saw the big German
suddenly fling his knife up into the air, and the long sharp blade drove
into Lucrecia's neck, effectively slicing through her gullet, cutting off
her only source of air.

   Jennifer continued to rotate as the doors closed off the scene behind
her, and she saw with fresh horror what awaited her.  It was the maw of a
giant meat grinder, and as she was stopped directly over it she managed
another series of fresh screams.  Stuck in the corners were a little girl's
head, a woman's arm and foot, and bits and chunks of flesh that she knew
had to be freshly killed woman meat.  She recognized the head as belonging
to the little Dutch girl.

   Below the heavy overlapping grinding bars she saw the dark water, and
realized the remnants of the bodies dropped into the horrific machine would
be deposited in the ocean to feed the fish.

   The grinders started to rotate and she was slowly lowered into the jaws
of death.

   Jennifer managed once more to lift her head and scream so shrilly that
she tore her vocal cords, and finished her last seconds in gasping silence,
with only the sounds of the incessant grinders and the rushing consuming
blood-stained water.  The magnificent American librarian had provided the
audience with a memorable evening of entertainment.  The recollection of
her spectacular sacrifice would fade in the ensuing weeks when new fresh
stock of marvelous women with voluptuous bodies would wantonly parade their
sexuality, then experience incredible debasement and a sadistic slaughter
for the amusement of the paying customers.

   * * * * * * *

   Now that they were inside the luxurious private cabin, Tony moved a hand
into the opening in Angella's gown at the base of her spine, and slid his
hand down across her smooth buttocks.  He felt the light film of moisture
of her sweat in her ass crack, and used it to lubricate his finger.

   He pressed his middle finger between the firm buttocks until it found
the tight starfish of her anus.  Her full red lips curled up at the corners
as he exerted a gentle pressure, and his finger found its way into the
luscious twenty-four year old woman's tightly gripping fundament.

   Tony was impressed at how smooth and silky her colon felt, and he sensed
that the grip of her rectum was more an embrace than an attempt to restrain
his invasion and exploration of her most private part.  He could feel a
firm stool inside her, and he pushed it aside to plunge his finger in to
its full length.  He pulled out of her, and as he expected, the stout anal
probe was slightly fouled.  He held the browned finger out to her, and she
obediently took it into her warm mouth to sensuously clean it.

   Angella smiled when she saw the bright red leather collar in his hands,
with the chain attached.  She and this handsome hunk of an Italian stud
were on the same wavelength.  She would become his personal slave, and
would do anything to please him as he trained her to be the perfect slave.
Even if he abused her.  Especially if he abused her.

   She slid sensuously out of her sleek gown, allowing it to fold in a heap
at her feet, then she stepped carefully out of it, being sure to present an
enticing profile to Tony, who leaned against the wall, watching.

   She reached behind herself, undid the three clips in the strap, and
freed her ample white breasts from the restraining brassiere.

   She unclipped her garter belt, watching Tony's reaction as he eyed her
smooth tummy.

   She kicked off her spike heeled shoes, letting them fly into a corner.

   She peeled the dark but transparent nylons off her slender shapely legs.


   She slid sensuously out of her tiny sheer panties, revealing to his
impressively cool and detached gaze the delicate flared petals of her
tender pink vagina lips between the tight curls on her pubic mound.

   She stood submissively by the chains dangling against the wall, now
completely naked and vulnerable to this incredible stallion of a man.

   She arched her attractive feet to stand up on her tip toes, flexing the
well toned muscles of the arches, accentuating the excellent form of her
long lean legs.

   She parted slightly her well shaped legs and moved her hips for him
suggestively, enticingly, to make this powerful man show some form of
arousal.  He was unmoved, and showed her no positive response to her overt
attempts at seduction.

   She thrust her pelvis forward with her knees slightly spread to reveal
to him her aroused and open vagina.

   She crossed her slender shapely wrists, then she slowly and seductively
raised her arms high above her head, so that her large soft breasts were
lifted and gently squeezed together, mounding perfectly into the ideal
targets for severe and terminal torture.

   Tony saw that the gorgeous bitch was ready.  In Angella Tony had found
the perfect replacement for the vain bitch Jennifer.

   "Train me!" she commanded.  Tony smiled, and picked up his stiff braided
leather riding crop.  He would begin her training by testing the resilience
of her tender meat and the pitch of her screams under the affliction of
this stinging weapon.

   * * * * * * *

   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 wrapt 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 orientated 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
venders 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 venders 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 yaughts 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 pbut also of
her intimate sex organs.

   Her father stretched the panties outward and down pand the waist band
dug a deep trench across her full firm buttocks.  Then with a violent jerk
phe ripped them off her.  Now she wore only her heels phose pgarter 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
pthe kind of fox that any of her father's guests pno matter what their
stature pwould like to get alone in bed.  And now she had raised the ire of
her father pand was going to pay an immeasurable price.  Jerking on her
nose chain pher father moved her around the stage pforcing 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 pthen brought it up under the firm mammaries
pcausing 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 pforcing her to part her legs.  The whip found
her delicate pussy lips pand flattened the delightful pouting sex organ
ppainfully battering the young woman's intimate sex meat for the pleasure
of the spectators.  Samantha screamed at the top of her lungs pwith 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
pand she gasped for breath between her sharp shrill staccato screams.

   At last her father put down the brutal woman-whip.  Two naked young men
ptheir muscular bodies lightly oiled and gleaming pand their large
erections displaying their circumcised penises pcame onto the stage.  They
grasped the girl and lifted her into the air pone on either side of her. 
The father opened his fly to display his large penis pand then he lay down
on his back on the floor.  The boys held Samantha's legs apart and raised
pand slowly lowered her paligning 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 pand quickly he was deep inside her.  Her
colon desperately gripped the length of his stout shaft pand 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 pspurting her spray of piss toward the
audience.  The boys lifted Samantha pnearly raising her off the heavy
invading penis pthen dropped her to once more grip its entire length with
her abused fundament.  They repeated this stimulating action psetting up a
pumping motion passisting 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 pand then she
involuntarily farted.

   Charlotte was surprised that the girl's digestive track pbeing explored
in this public exhibition of debasement phad 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 pand providing this sign of her unclean track as
she was sodomized by her father was the ultimate humiliation pwhich was the
point of the exercise.  The men turned her around so that she had her back
to the audience pand once more lowered the screaming and struggling girl
pthis time bringing her battered vagina down onto the shit-smeared penis.
"Suck your shit off my dick with your cunt pbitch!" her father said to her.
As she came down onto him phis 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 phe
grasped her to hold her in place pand the boys released their hold.  The
man pulled his daughter forward so that her stuffed crotch was fully
exposed to the audience pand her large firm mammaries were pressed against
his chest to the point that they bulged obscenely.  Then he began a heavy
runting action pdriving his big dong repeatedly hard into her womb pforcing
its head against her uterus with such force that the young bitch began to
orgasm.  She was disgusted at the humiliation pbut 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 pand she
performed the role well.

   As the enticing daughter-fuck was progressing pthe two nude muscular
boys returned pnow carrying an eight foot long and three inch thick steel
pole.  One end was flared like the bell of a trumpet pto 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 pand 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 intestineand 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
franticallyuntil in moments he reached an impressive orgasmand ejaculated
his seed into his own issue.

   When at last his heaving balls were emptiedhe jerked his penis out of
her.  He moved around in front of the pretty young bitchand 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 friendsas he had intended
for her.  He got to his feetand she raised up onto her hands and knees. 
She tried to pull herself off the polebut 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 eyeshe pointed his
long dong at her and began to urinatepissing on her face and hairthen
directing his spray down the length of her naked back.  The warm liquid
splashed over her ribsand formed a puddle in the hollow of her spine.

   She opened her mouth to screamand he directed his stream of piss into
her beautiful open mouth.  She had so easily fallen into his trapand now
was suffering the horrendous consequences.  Samantha had so easily fallen
into her father's nefarious trapand now was suffering the horrendous
consequences.  The muscular boys now lifted the eight foot shaftthe
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
stoodsuspended on the long steel pole that was firmly implanted in her
rectumand was unable to move off it.  She tried to grip the shaft with her
feetbut the steel was too smooth for her to graspand 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 impalementfor 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 uselessbut highly
entertaining.  She began to sink on the unforgiving steeland 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 herand 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 girlher eyes bulgedcontinued to
sink until the flare at the base was too much for her spread buttocksand
she at last came to a stopwith 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 end her voyage in the cruise ship's
incredible grinderand 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 entertianment 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 nakednessdeeply
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 pointand 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 unnervingdeso he conducted her training sessions down
in the ship's workshop.  It had been painful for her at firstdebut she had
endured the scraping feeling in her throatdeand 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 themdehe 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 bitchesdeand she responded
perfectly to his kindness in choosing for her such appropriate rewardsdeand
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 willdeand 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 passengersdewho 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 girlsdeand the incredible strain on the
brutally pierced sex organs as their jockeys stood in the piercing
ringsdepulling 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-girldethe 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 forwarddecarrying the full weight of their jockeys
on the rings through their cuntsdeshe ran past them on all foursdeand 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 highdeand exposed their
beautifully poutingdemeticulously trimmeddeand ruthlessly pierced vaginas.
Raising up like that also spread their buttocksdefully 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 nakednessdeand they shrieked hysterically as
Charlotte attacked them with her vicious steel cat claws.  After a
strikedethe incredible Charlotte pranced away, her steel finger and toe
nails clicking on the hardwood deckdeher beautiful head held highdeher
large breasts swinging beneath herdeand 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
alcovedethen as the girls passed would spring out at themdescreeching like
a cat as she lashed at the girls' tanned and whip-welted flesh.  She
carried away bits of their skin on her clawsdeand left behind long bleeding
scratches.  When the girls were at full stride and the two teams were in
hot competition, Charlotte held backdeletting the men riding the girls
encourage their bizarre mounts on with the merciless lash of their brutal
woman-whips.

   The race was hotdefuriousdeand violent.  The ruthless whipping of the
battered naked flesh of the racing teams was unceasingdeand the
compassionless riders flailed the delightfully straining meat of the
defenseless nudesdeforcing 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 decksdemaking 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 spectatorsdebringing shouts
of derision and insults to their fully displayed and severely abused
femininity.  They made an admirable spectacle.  These lovely young ladies
were amazing competitorsdeconsidering the severity of the brutal and
merciless beating they were enduring under the flailing woman-whipsdeas
they carried the weight of their assailant jockeys on their deeply pierced
cunts.  The deck wasdein most of its lengthdewide enough to accommodate the
four bitches running side by side.  It was even wider at the bow and
sterndeproviding ample space for maneuveringdeso that passing was not only
possibledebut 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 headI'and with her jaws tightly clamped in the girl's
pierced pubic moundshe 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 againthis 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 lifeand give the
passengers a show that they would long remember.  The thrill for her would
be of stark terror and horrornot a thrill of pleasure.  As an entertainer
on this highly specialized cruise shipshe was valued as a piece of
attractive propertyand her value would be measured by her ability to give
the passengers the thrills they had paid forby watching her suffering
sexual degradation and humiliationthen severe painand 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
hoursbecause the biggest sex show of this cruise was scheduled to take
place this evening.  It was clear to everyone Charlotte's preparation was
completeas she stood there with the cunt flesh of the fallen teen clenched
in her teethand 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 showsalthough 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 lipserect 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-hatand his erection stood out proudly from
his open fly.  He was well armedwith a large hunting knife in a scabbard
attached to his belt on his lefta 45 revolver in a holster on his righta
sharp short bladed gutting knife in his bootand a curved bladed machete in
his belt.  He also carried a vicious whipwhich he snapped with compelling
command.  He was in chargeand 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 ladiesand 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 bothabundantly.  The brutal shafts pounding inside them
tore at their vaginal walls and the pad of their uterus.  Blood slicked the
pumping dildosshowing the audience the extent of their severe sexual abuse.

   When the clowns climaxedthey 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 humiliationbut their ordeal was
not yet over.  A second pair of clowns appearedwearing much larger
dildosand 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 womenand without preparationbegan 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
victimsthe true effect of the monstrous fucking was revealed: on the spikes
were hooked the ladies' bright colored intestines.  By removing the
monstrous dildosthe 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 kneesand their
hips were raised.  Using their powerful hands to spread the feminine
buttocksthe pair of compassionless 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 attackand the women took the huge shafts up
into their colons.  This was the kind of action the audience thirsted
forand 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 shredsand after several heroic moments of the monstrous ass fuckingthe
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 catfood.  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 adrenalin 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 elyptical 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.

   TH

   
