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

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

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

* * * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

By kidnaping her, the ship's "talent scouts" had probably saved her life. Now they had her on the ship where everything the captain approved was in fact completely legal, then she might as well be raped by actors on stage for the enjoyment of more than just a few punks. Anyway, the kid at least owed them that for saving her life. He pressed the point that it would be a great chance for Jennifer to get into a daring sex act without too much involvement, just to see how much she liked it, and to get used to being a performer in the spotlight. After all, the rape of the little girl wasn't going to affect her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LITTLE GIRL RAPED

LIVE on STAGE

HER MOTHER FORCED TO EAT HER OWN SHIT

featuring

THE SELECTED WOMAN

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

* * * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * * *

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

Jennifer's eyes opened wide in disbelief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

This was more exciting because she had done it with real deliberation rather than impulsively. Jennifer was so excited by her growing accuracy with the whip that she lashed at the other nipple, and with four rapid blows, the tip of the whip ripped the hard flesh bud clean off the damaged breast, just like it had done to the girl's clit. Now Jennifer noticed for the first time the three rough long sparkler rods that lay on the carpet below the rack, and the small gold box of wooden matches beside them. Jennifer had always been fascinated with sparklers as a child, but had never had any of her own to play with.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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

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

She was alone now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Late the next morning, Tony took Jennifer to another small theater to watch another performance. They sat in the audience, and she was startled to be treated as a real person after being handled like an animal the night before. She was surprised again when the curtain was drawn aside, and in a large cage she saw the little Dutch girl she had performed with in the kiddie rape show a few days before. The child was bound by her wrists to the top of the cage, and was otherwise free. She was stark naked.

Jennifer was confused by the use of the cage, until the back door of the stage was opened, and a baboon was released into it. The audience gasped. The beast was highly sexually aroused, and its thin red penis stood up nearly a foot long. This pretty little girl was going to pay royally for her rescue from the streets of Amsterdam. She kicked and screamed in terror as the beast checked her over, carefully inspecting the human morsel he had been given. A shrill whistle sounded, and the animal suddenly bolted forward. The baboon was clearly wild, but had been conditioned to respond to the whistle, which was not unlike the shrill scream of the child.

The child twisted away from the animal, which inadvertently presented her tight round buttocks to it. This was what the beast wanted, and grabbing her hips with its forepaws, it pressed the end of its penis between her legs, and suddenly it thrust with startling power, driving half the length of the long rigid prick up into the hairless primate's virgin anus!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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