* * * * * * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   When the laughter subsided it was redoubled by her careful and 
innocently delivered explanation: "When he ejaculated his semen 
splashed on his own testicles."  

   She curtsied politely at the applause she received, then stood 
aside for the second little girl, who recited: 

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

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

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

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

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

   * * * * * * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   * * * * * * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Jennifer was having a ball.  

   * * * * * * * 

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

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

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

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

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

   * * * * * * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   * * * * * * * 

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

   Amazingly, she resisted the impulse to scream.  

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

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

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

   "They're up there because they're being well paid for it," he 
said.  "Both of them agreed to do this, and signed releases to prove 
it.  Of course it hurts," he added, "that's the whole point of the 
show."  

   "But they're tied up, and can't get out of it if it gets too rough 
for them," she protested.  

   "Of course they're tied up," Tony said.  "You can't have a girl 
backing out of the middle of a performance, just because it isn't fun 
anymore.  They both agreed to it, now they're in it right to the 
end."  

   The third blow was brought up viciously between the girls' spread 
legs, blasting the tightly woven leather whips with a snap against 
their delicate organs.  Within seconds droplets of crimson blood was 
dripping from damage to both their fleshy cunts and tight anus 
rings.  This time the French girl was unable to hold back her scream, 
and as the sudden pain of the whip against her tender sex meat shot 
up through her body she was clearly shaken by the violence of the 
brutal act in which she was trapped.  

   Tony looked at Jennifer, checking her attitude.  

   "That was a great shot," she said.  "It really got to them."  

   "Aren't you worried about them being hurt?"  he asked.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "But what didn't you say?"  

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

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

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

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

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