From: email@example.com (Amber C.)
Subject: ALC REPOST: Three Ladies At Sea (mf, torture, snuff)---AS REQUESTED
THREE LADIES AT SEA:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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?"
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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:
LIVE on STAGE
There was that phrase again. She had to remember to ask Tony what it
"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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
"Good evening," he said. "Did you enjoy the show?"
"It was incredible," she said, "God, the way she writhed! She was so
"Did you use the control to give the girl more pain in her womb?" he
"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
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
"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
"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
"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
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
"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
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
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
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
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,
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
She kicked off her spike heeled shoes, letting them fly into a corner.
She peeled the dark but transparent nylons off her slender shapely
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
"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, hose,
garter belt and earrings. Her tight stomach and lean well muscled
limbs showed that worked out regularly to keep her body as desirable
The strategy worked well. Samantha was an incredibly alluring
creature the kind of fox that any of her father's guests no matter
what their stature would like to get alone in bed. And now she had
raised the ire of her father 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 forcing her to part her legs. The whip
found her delicate pussy lips pand flattened the delightful pouting
sex organ painfully battering the young woman's intimate sex meat for
the pleasure of the spectators. Samantha screamed at the top of her
lungs 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 and she gasped
for breath between her sharp shrill staccato screams.
At last her father put down the brutal woman-whip. Two naked young
men their muscular bodies lightly oiled and gleaming and their large
erections displaying their circumcised penises came onto the stage.
They grasped the girl and lifted her into the air one on either side
of her. The father opened his fly to display his large penis 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 and 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
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
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
intestines and entered the pack of her guts. The boys were not nearly
through. They stood back and watched as the father responded to the
new pressure inside his daughter and her erotic pain-driven response.
As she writhed, he pumped frantically until in moments he reached an
impressive orgasm and ejaculated his seed into his own issue.
When at last his heaving balls were emptied he jerked his penis out of
her. He moved around in front of the pretty young 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 friends as
he had intended for her. He got to his feet and she raised up onto
her hands and knees. She tried to pull herself off the pole but it
was much too thick and deeply implanted in her colon to slide out of
her. Her father then did the unimaginable. As she looked up at him
with pleading eyes he pointed his long dong at her and began to
urinate, pissing on her face and hair then directing his spray down
the length of her naked back. The warm liquid splashed over her ribs
and formed a puddle in the hollow of her spine.
She opened her mouth to scream and he directed his stream of piss into
her beautiful open mouth. She had so easily fallen into his trap and
now was suffering the horrendous consequences. Samantha had so easily
fallen into her father's nefarious trap and now was suffering the
horrendous consequences. The muscular boys now lifted the eight foot
shaft, the gorgeous young Samantha perched on its pointed end, and
stood it on its broad bell-shaped base. Now her own weight was her
worst enemy. She stood suspended on the long steel pole that was
firmly implanted in her rectum and was unable to move off it. She
tried to grip the shaft with her feet but the steel was too smooth for
her to graspand her lovely legs worked in vain as the audience cheered
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 useless but highly entertaining. She began to sink on the
unforgiving steel and it steadily worked its way up into her as she
slid slowly but steadily downward. She writhed and twisted
beautifully in her uncontrolled horror as the shaft drove up through
her and threw her head back for a final electrifying scream as the
rounded point of the shaft found its way up through her throat and
burst out through her mouth. The beautiful girl, her eyes bulged
continued to sink until the flare at the base was too much for her
spread buttocks and she at last came to a 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 grinder and would be
reduced to fish food.
Charlotte was not sure what time of day it was. She had been kept
below decks for more than three days and was completely time
disoriented. Day and night rolled into one as she had been taken from
event to event with what seemed to be as little as one hour sleep in
between. She had been in a state of high sexual arousal most of the
time, as she had been a part of sex event after debasing act after
gross debauchery feat. She had watched a pair of mature women being
forced to have sex with a pair of runting donkeys, whose mammoth
organs were hopelessly too large for the big bitches' pulsing vaginas.
The two cunts had succumbed to the gross bestial degeneracy,but not
before giving the spectators an incredible show with their hopeless
naked struggle. The beasts ripped right through the women's organs,
spilling their viscera as their bellies were split wide open by the
runting bestial dongs for the 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
nakedness deeply puncturing the flesh and crunching bones. The
ferocious young victor had actually ripped her opponent open,
eviscerating the lovely broken naked female body.
Charlotte had been on stage and witnessed little girls who had
undergone extreme sexual abuse, for the uncompromising entertainment
of the remorseless audiences. A pair of little darlings, no more than
nine years old, had been beaten and then violently raped by a couple
of boys in their mid teens. The boys' sex organs were over-sized,
having been enlarged with injections of the ship's own special drug,
which gave a spectacular result to both male and female organs.
The boys were as devastating to the little girls as the donkeys had
been on the women. The pretty children's pert virgin vaginas were
stretched to the bursting 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
She was dropped, and the other girl was given the same treatment.
However, this time the boys jerked apart repeatedly, and continued the
merciless abuse after the slender limbs were dislocated. The child's
pretty ruptured vagina was pointed toward the audience, and the
sadistic revelers had a perfect view as the alluring little female sex
organ was further damaged as it actually split wide, ripping through
to form a single opening with the girl's anus. As the patrons
cheered, she was pulled wide open, and her pretty pink entrails
dropped to the floor.
Charlotte had been an integral part of a pageant in which two pair of
large athletic teenagers competed in the most bizarre race imaginable.
One team was statuesque blonde Nordics, while the other was black
haired and olive skinned Iranians. Each of them had a large iron
stirrup pierced deeply into the generous meat of her pubic mound.
When they kneeled side by side, their legs spread, these metal hoops
with the flat broad bottom section were fully exposed, as was their
cunt meat. Their drivers would stand in these stirrups, so that each
tortured vagina bore half the weight of a naked male jockey.
A long course leather thong was used to bind the nearest breast of
each girl to that of her team-mate, to keep them in line. They were
otherwise unfettered. The event was staged on the ship's large upper
deck, with the wide promenade which encircled the ship serving as the
race track. The rules were simple. The race was a "Run 'Til You
Drop" kind of ordeal, with all the spectators gambling on which team
could outlast the other. Betting was heavy, with hundreds of
thousands of dollars at stake. The title of the race was somewhat
misleading, because the race was not completed when a runner fell, but
when one of the fallen team members could no longer get back onto her
hands and knees to continue.
Exhaustion of the participants was only one factor for endurance.
There were two others. The first was the vicious woman-whips the
jockeys carried, special woman-whips designed to bruise and slice the
naked female flesh. The other factor was the tiger girl Charlotte.
Her role was to put sufficient fear into the lovely athletic bitches
to keep them crawling around the decks and struggling to endure. This
was a role for which Charlotte was well suited, the kind of assignment
she had long been waiting for, and one she was well prepared to play
to the hilt.
Tony had taken hours each night teaching Charlotte to screech like a
cat. Her sounds were unnerving so he conducted her training sessions
down in the ship's workshop. It had been painful for her at first
debut she had endured the scraping feeling in her throat and had
learned to produce a harsh scream that became more and more cat-like
as she progressed.
Tony had rewarded her improvement by reducing the pressure on the
vicious clitoris clamp he had used to encourage her screams. When she
got the throaty sounds the way he wanted them he further rewarded her
by reducing the current and frequency of the cruel electrical jolts to
her nipples through the vicious steel clamps he had attached to her
sex meat for her training sessions. Charlotte was a good student of
debauchery, and she soon became very attached to her powerful owner
and handler. Tony had a knack for handling and motivating sumptuous
bitches and she responded perfectly to his kindness in choosing for
her such appropriate rewards and his wickedness in selecting heartless
Tony had prepared this stunning bitch very carefully. She had been
exposed to progressively violent sexual sports and torture events
until she was comfortable with the sadistic entertainment bitch
killings which were the hit of these licentious sex-show cruises.
The magnificent cat-girl Charlotte was now completely submissive to
Tony's will and she was perfectly compliant to his total authority and
Tony had finally brought the gorgeous submissive to the point where
she would now willingly kill for him. She suspected that this was
exactly what he would ask of her before the cruise was over. For now
her role was just to damage the lovely female meat being so
sadistically treated for the entertainment of the cruise ship's
blood-lusting passengers who now lined the ship's upper deck to get a
good view of the bitch race.
The audience was startled at the incredible piercing of the young
pubic mounds of the four athletic girls and the incredible strain on
the brutally pierced sex organs as their jockeys stood in the piercing
rings pulling the fuck meat severely as the four tortured twats bore
the weight of the two burly young men. The girls' screams told the
story of their pain. The bizarre teams of naked girls were moved
slowly around the promenade deck by their jockeys to give the crowd of
aroused spectators a view of their sensuous pulchritude. Leading the
parade was the striped cat-girl the delicate lips of her fully exposed
vagina glistening sumptuously with the moisture of her carnal arousal
as she moved proudly on all fours like a real cat. She was
spectacular. Only the lashing of the woman-whips on the naked flesh
of the teen-aged nudes drew attention from her.
Charlotte had the time of her life. As the two teams of naked
athletic teenaged girls crawled forward carrying the full weight of
their jockeys on the rings through their cunts she ran past them on
all fours and as she passed she slashed at their bare buttocks and
ribs with her sharp claws. The girls were forced to move up onto their
hands and toes. This new elevated position raised the men they
carried high and exposed their beautifully pouting meticulously
trimmed and ruthlessly pierced vaginas. Raising up like that also
spread their buttocks fully revealing to the crowd of cheering
spectators their lovely pink starfish anus rings.
These gorgeous young teens were prime bitch-meat. They screamed
shrilly like real professional sex show girls as their riders'
woman-whips slammed mercilessly against their nakedness and they
shrieked hysterically as Charlotte attacked them with her vicious
steel cat claws. After a strike the incredible Charlotte pranced
away, her steel finger and toe nails clicking on the hardwood
deckdeher beautiful head held high her large breasts swinging beneath
her and her tail elevated and wagging proudly with he motion.
The spectators applauded and cheered the striped nude for her
enthusiasm in punishing the teams of brutalized teens. She would hide
in an alcove then as the girls passed would spring out at them
screeching like a cat as she lashed at the girls' tanned and
whip-welted flesh. She carried away bits of their skin on her claws
and left behind long bleeding scratches. When the girls were at full
stride and the two teams were in hot competition, Charlotte held back
letting the men riding the girls encourage their bizarre mounts on
with the merciless lash of their brutal woman-whips.
The race was hot, furious and violent. The ruthless whipping of the
battered naked flesh of the racing teams was unceasing and the
compassionless riders flailed the delightfully straining meat of the
defenseless nudes forcing them to run full out. Their running brought
no relief. The bitch-whips found every private and delicate part of
the naked athletes. Their boobs, bellies, backs, buttocks, vulvas and
faces were treated equally. Nor were their lean legs and arms spared.
Flecks of blood spattered the slick decks, making the footing
hazardous for the four lovely young participants. The teams of
tit-bound bitches ran on all fours past the large crowd of cheering
spectators, bringing shouts of derision and insults to their fully
displayed and severely abused femininity. They made an admirable
spectacle. These lovely young ladies were amazing competitors,
considering the severity of the brutal and merciless beating they were
enduring under the flailing woman-whips, as they carried the weight of
their assailant jockeys on their deeply pierced cunts. The deck was
in most of its lengthdewide enough to accommodate the four bitches
running side by side. It was even wider at the bow and stern,
providing ample space for maneuvering so that passing was not only
possible, but occurred several times during the action packed violent
and desperate cunt race.
During a pass attempt, each jockey would lash out viciously and with
purpose at the naked mounts of his opponent, delivering savage and
damaging blows to the voluptuous struggling and staggering athletes.
The game girls gave their best, and the amazing race continued at a
frantic pace for nearly twenty minutes. The marvelous young bitches
were gasping and straining to maintain their balance as exhaustion
began to effect their performance. It was then that Tony gave
Charlotte her instructions. She hid behind a large lifeboat, at a
point where most of the audience could see the arena of action. When
the two teams of naked bitches approached her position they were
running side by side. Suddenly the naked cat-woman sprung out in
front of them, and startled the racing girls so much that they came to
a halt, and reared up.
The nude cat with her tattooed stripes lashed out with her sharp
talons at their exposed breasts and bellies. The cooperative jockeys'
penises bounced at full rigid attention as they used their reins to
hold their mounts in the erect and exposed posture. The results of
the violent and merciless attack were truly devastating. The thick
and short curved steel blades sliced deep parallel gashes across the
offered bellies and bulging breasts of the lovely competitive teens.
Charlotte loved the feeling of her extended claws ripping through the
tight flesh of the naked athletes as she swung relentlessly at the tit
and face-bound screaming females. This was living!
The monstrously abused teens collapsed under the assault, and their
jockeys jumped out of the cunt-stirrups as the bitch teams fell onto
their backs. Charlotte jumped onto the girls' bellies, waving her
arms in victory. Her weight caused the battered and pierced cunts to
bulge beautifully. On a sudden impulse, she dropped to her belly on
top of one of the girls, and sunk her fangs into the screaming
teenager's puffed out pussy meat.
The girl was hysterical, and her frantic movement helped Charlotte as
she lifted her head, and with her jaws tightly clamped in the girl's
pierced pubic mound, she ripped open the delicate female sex organ.
Everyone had gathered around them, and formed a ring to view the scene
of carnal violence. Charlotte stood again, this time with the girl's
blood dripping from her chin onto her large tattooed breasts as she
received the applause and cheers of the audience. This marvelous
cat-woman had reached the depths of degradation necessary to meet
their extreme expectations. The vain bitch was ripe for the severe
abuse she would face in the ship's infamous death-pit arena.
This very evening she would get the thrill of her life and give the
passengers a show that they would long remember. The thrill for her
would be of stark terror and horror, not a thrill of pleasure. As an
entertainer on this highly specialized cruise ship, she was valued as
a piece of attractive propertyand her value would be measured by her
ability to give the passengers the thrills they had paid for by
watching her suffering sexual degradation and humiliation then severe
pain and finally a meaningless death.
Tony would be paid a high fee for providing the ship's operators with
such a marvelous bitch. The cat-woman Charlotte was destined to live
only hours because the biggest sex show of this cruise was scheduled
to take place this evening. It was clear to everyone Charlotte's
preparation was complete as she stood there with the cunt flesh of the
fallen teen clenched in her teeth and with fresh blood dripping down
her tattooed front. The big show of the cruise was always
spectacular. It featured erotic costumes to rival the best of Las
Vegas shows although they were designed to feature rather than cover
the sex organs. The theme for this exhibition was "Circus" and the
show was lavishly staged. Gorgeous buxom women and pretty little
girls were decorated in bursts of plumage and sequined fabric that
accentuated their nakedness. Bright red paint enhanced the visibility
of their pouting lips, erect nipples and exposed vaginas. Several of
the large breasted women and teens had their boob firmly bound at the
base to cause the amazing mammaries to bulge obscenely.
The theme of the show this time was "Circus" and the ship's large
death-pit arena was decorated in the style of a big top. The
ringmaster was dressed in tails with a top-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 rightarm sharp short bladed gutting knife in his
bootand a curved bladed machete in his belt. He also carried a
vicious whip which he snapped with compelling command. He was in
charge and was not to be disobeyed by any flighty young bitch.
A pair of clowns sporting large dildos violently raped a pair of
voluptuous women. Their weapons were much too large for the delicate
cunts of the ladies and their attack was both amusing to the audience
and damaging to their beautiful victims. The advantage of a live show
over viewing a film or video taped version of this kind of brutality
was that the ladies were present in flesh and blood. These beautiful
bitches were now beginning to show both abundantly. The brutal shafts
pounding inside them tore at their vaginal walls and the pad of their
uterus. Blood slicked the pumping dildos showing the audience the
extent of their severe sexual abuse.
When the clowns climaxed they pulled their artificial organs out of
the real but damaged organs of their victims. The women screamed and
rolled on the sand floor of the arena in agony and humiliation but
their ordeal was not yet over. A second pair of clowns appeared
wearing much larger dildos and these were decorated with three inch
long spikes. Now the vicious rape was going to get dirty. The
merciless men raised the buttocks of the gorgeous womenand without
preparation began thrusting their horrific weapons into the ladies.
The spikes ripped their way through the tortured pussy lips as the
thick shafts drove into the pain-racked cunts. The women screamed and
the audience cheered at the brutal sexual violence being performed on
the floor of the arena.
When the horrific dildos were at last pulled out of the lovely female
victims the true effect of the monstrous fucking was revealed: on the
spikes were hooked the ladies' bright colored intestines. By removing
the monstrous dildos the clowns were actually eviscerating the lovely
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 buttocks the 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 attack and 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 shreds and after several heroic moments of the
monstrous ass fucking the pair of women were literally fucked to
death. The next act featured a pair of teenaged nudes who rode out
into the ring standing on the back of a large prancing pony. The
well-trained animal moved with a steady rhythm in a constant circle.
The ringmaster stood in the middle of the ring, and the girls were
within easy reach of his whip.
The girls were very good at the apparently difficult balancing act, as
they had practiced the feat all week, but had not performed naked, nor
with an audience, and had certainly not had to contend with the sting
of the lash from that vicious whip. It was enormously entertaining to
watch the erotic dance of distress as the girls desperately attempted
to stay aboard the horses under the outrageous stinging assault of the
long snaking woman-whip. At first the whistling whip caught their
youthful round buttocks, and their bulging titties. To avoid the lash
they demonstrated a trick they had learned. They were both able to
drop onto their backs across the back of the pony, their legs spread
for balance, and then to bound back up onto their feet, aided by the
bouncing of the horse. The girls had learned their act well, and
except for the narrowness of their ability, they might be mistaken for
professional circus performers.
The ringmaster demonstrated his own skill. After a period, he shifted
his attentions to the girls brightly painted cunt lips, bringing the
flailing tip of his weapon up between their legs with remarkable
effect. When a girl tried to drop on her back, the whip was there to
meet her. The remarkable skill of the ringmaster brought cheers and
applause as he repeatedly battered the delicate sex meat of the naked
girls, bringing shrill piercing screams of acknowledgement as he stung
their curled painted cunt-lips and erect clits. At last one of the
girls fell, and she broke her leg as she hit the ground. As she lay
writhing in pain and agony on her back, the horse adjusted its course,
and intentionally trampled her. With each rotation, the horse ran
over her, doing incredible damage to her naked form. It crushed one
of her arms, burst open one of her breasts, and cracked several of her
ribs in the first two passes.
A hoof slashed and gashed her cunt, causing her to bleed profusely
from her ruined crotch. Then the trained animal hit her belly on
three consecutive passes, ripping it wide open. She somehow lasted
several circuits of the incredible prancing, until at last one of the
hooves came down on her mouth, and drove her chin right back through
the back of her neck, severing her spinal cord.
The other girl was not so lucky. She somehow remained aboard the
horse during this inhuman action, and once her friend was clearly
dead, the attention of the ringmaster and the audience was returned to
her. Seeing the horrible fate of her fallen companion, the nude teen
still aboard the galloping horse involuntarily let loose from her anus
a string of thick turds, blowing them from her colon as if they had
been shot from a cannon.
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
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 swung the mace ferociously, bashing the damaging
spiked steel ball into the meat of the large woman to whom she was
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
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
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
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
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 introduced
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
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
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
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 cannon. 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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