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

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

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

"SLAY THE BIRD! SLAY THE BIRD!"

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

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

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

"SLAY THE BIRD!" the crowd shouted.

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

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

"SLAY THE BIRD!" the mob shouted.

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

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

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

"FUCK" she screamed,

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"SLAY THE BIRD!"

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

"SLAY THE BIRD!"

There was to be no mercy for this vain cunt.

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

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

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

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

"SLAY THE BIRD!"

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

"SLAY THE BIRD!"

Jennifer could hear nothing else. Her brain was fevered as she felt the blade welded to his ball cup pressing deep into her throat. Slowly she got the picture. He had cut her open up the middle, then across the top and bottom sideways just like a single serving cereal box. This powerful prick was going to peel her alive, baring her whole insides and her skeleton! She was suddenly aware that her nose was pressed against his anus, and that the enlarged warm sphincter was throbbing and could at any moment open. The man was sweating profusely, and she guessed that he had been sweating for some time, because his steaming crotch smelled pungent and vile.

She tried to vomit again, but the blade pressing hard against her neck made even that involuntary action impossible. It was pressing so hard against her throat that she could feel her wind pipe being choked off, and she was terrified she would smother to death. Jennifer felt alternating flashes of hot and cold, and a ringing in her ears from the roar of the excited audience as the man grabbed her big tits and pulled them wide apart, separating her flesh from her rib cage! Her whole insides were now revealed, from her uterus and ovaries among the tangle of pink guts to the darker lungs and heart easily seen through the pain wracked bitch's now exposed ribs.

The four Roman soldiers returned to the pit, and two of them moved over to each of the muscular crucified women. Each pair of men had a spear, and to the delight of the audience they pressed the tips of the sharp spear heads into the cunts of the spiked and muscle-bound women. With both men grasping the thick handles of the long spears firmly, they thrust them not only deep into the cunts of the spiked women, but with all of their might they drove them deep into the twin muscular torsos, completely impaling the beautiful screaming women.

The spears were carefully angled as they were pushed through the crucified bitches' bodies so that as they were slowly driven through their inner bodies they eventually emerged through their chest above the big breasts. The thrusts were fatal, and both of the women had blood trickling from their open mouths, but finally the screaming had stopped. Lucrecia was still alive and quivering in her horrible agony, hanging overhead from those impaling meat hooks.

"SLAY THE BIRD!"

As the soldiers again departed, their gruesome task completed, the big naked German did the unthinkable. He grasped Jennifer by her bare shoulders and sat her up! Her entrails slithered out into a heap between her wide spread legs. He reached into the wet pack of emerging gut and pulled out her uterus and ovaries, her stomach and her organs, so that the still functioning internal parts were outside of her gaping torso. In the heat of the death pit he had completely eviscerated the living woman!

* * * * * * *

To the audience's delight the beautiful vain bitch was being totally debauched on the floor of the death-pit for their entertainment. Unsatisfied with leaving her like this, the German man again reached inside her now hollow chest and grasped a rib right against the spine, and snapped it off with his powerful hands. He ripped the cartilage that held the other end to her breast bone, and pulled it right out of her.

He held the bloody captured bone high above his head to display before the screaming crowd, and Jennifer fell backwards onto her back. He went back into her for another and another. Soon he had removed all of the still conscious gutted woman's ribs, so that her body was now much narrower. Incredibly, this horribly mutilated bitch was still able to excite the audience, mainly because she was still alive, and her remarkable big tits were still intact.

"SLAY THE BIRD!" they all shouted with gusto.

Tony slid out of his seat, knowing that the bizarre act would go on for at least another ten minutes before her torturer would allow the beautiful bitch to die. Tony had seen the most interesting part of the remarkable act, and was willing to miss the final brutal torture in favor of missing the crowds down in the 'do it yourself' torture rooms. He was confident that the quality of this gorgeous vain American cunt would ensure he got top price for the bitches he delivered to the cruise ship company from now on.

He had delivered three other women to this particular German torturer, and although all of the slow killings were very different, he knew the big sadist would not finish his act by peeling Jennifer's living face off her skull, as he had done with one of the others. For some reason, he never de-boned and defaced the same bitch. That was okay by Tony who was sickened by the baring of the grotesque mask of bloodied bone with the naked eyeballs and grinning teeth. Anyway, the German had done well with the vain American bitch Jennifer. This was the kind of act the audience would never find in the sin basements of the underground theaters of Europe.

The big German sadist sometimes finished the act and the bitch's life by jerking his hips forward and backward in a fucking motion, his big prick thrashing the air wildly and ejaculating thick gobs of his cum as the action forced the blade on his ball cup to slice through her neck, cutting his female victim's head completely off.

The audience loved seeing this being done to the living disemboweled and partially de-boned women. Each woman was different, so each performance was different, and the entertainment always had something new to offer.

Tony paused in the doorway to look back one more time, and saw the brutal butcher in the pit slicing off one of Jennifer's big breasts. Magnificent mammaries like that were made for the death pit, he thought, recognizing the excellence of his choice. The big German bitch-butcher had rolled the disassembled cunt onto her side so that her organs lay in front of her on the sand, completely exposed to the gore-crazed audience.

Now the monster bitch killer was pouring kerosene all over Jennifer's exposed innards, and Tony heard the "whump" of ignition as the door closed behind him. He knew that there was not enough of the fuel to kill her, just enough to make a show of power, demonstrating total demonic control over another useless female bitch.

The audience loved it. They had been waiting all week to see this vain bitch experience the total debauchery of her great body. Now she was getting it in spades. Overhead Lucrecia was still writhing on her meat hooks, dripping blood onto the brutalized bitch on the arena floor. The tanned muscular slumped forms of the crucified women were now providing their own spreading pools of blood on the white sand at the foot of their crosses, and even in death they provided a perfect frame to Jennifer's demise on the floor of the death pit.

* * * * * * *

In the passageway below decks of the incredible Danish sex show cruise ship, Tony bumped into a beautiful young woman with a remarkable figure who he recognized as a frequent passenger. She had always boarded the sex cruise ship alone. That was fairly rare, because an attractive woman alone could easily be mistaken for an entertainer or hostess, and on this particularly infamous ship, such women were permanent sex slaves.

He had noticed her, not only because of her remarkable appearance, but also because she was often standing by the rail around the swimming pools and in the sex show theaters. He saw how much she was overtly presenting herself to the male passengers, who always appreciated her beautiful face and figure, which she displayed in revealing gowns or in skimpy but expensive bikinis or sportswear.

He had last seen her wearing a minuscule designer swimsuit at pool side, and noticed that her tiny bikini bottom was damp between the legs before she had gone near the water. Not only were her breasts of generous firm proportions, but her flared pussy lips were almost more that her scant bikini could contain, and they peeked pertly around the narrow strip of tight material running through her crotch.

He had noticed that she only frequented the violent sexual abuse shows, that on this ship knew no bounds. He assumed that she was a closet masochist, and that her frustration was that the men would focus their sadistic nature on the ample supply of gorgeous slave women that were featured in the bizarre sexual brutality, for which the ship was famous.

Now she was dressed in a satin gown that hugged her sensuous curves and revealed ample glimpses of her softly tanned flesh. Her big breasts were pressed together and lifted to accentuate their size and tan, and there were large areas of exposed flesh around her stomach and exotic hips. He could feel his penis rising in his pants from just looking at her.

He saw that she had not been in the theater to watch the beautiful arrogant American bitch Jennifer having the time of her life, being publicly tortured and disemboweled in the mini-coliseum down in the heart of the large ship. Being one of a small group of others leaving a small side theater, he realized she had been watching a display he had enjoyed on an earlier cruise, in which a buxom teen-aged girl was hung upside-down by chains around her ankles, holding her legs wide spread.

A thick metal electrode had been thrust into her tight virginal vagina, and the audience got the pleasure of working the big control arm that regulated the amount of electricity that would course through her dangling body, making her "dance" in agony. The amount of current available to be delivered to the heinous device buried deep in her vagina was gradually increased throughout the evening, until those who were really into it had taken up to ten turns at manipulating the joy-stick control. These people missing the spectacular show in the ship's infamous death pit were the hard core sadists, who had stayed at it until the girl had at last given up and she kissed off.

The girl undergoing the prolonged electric shock torture had expired from actually being cooked inside by the heat they were generating over-heating the electrode buried deep in her cunt. Tony guessed that this gorgeous woman in the hallway had been a passive observer at the event, getting her kicks vicariously by identifying with the torture victim.

"Good evening," he said. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"It was incredible," she said, "God, the way she writhed! She was so sumptuous!"

"Did you use the control to give the girl more pain in her womb?" he asked.

"Yes, once, and it went through her whole body. It was wonderful. I made her heave, but not like the men, they were terrific." She held forward her slender feminine hand, for Tony to kiss. "My name is Angella."

Tony took her hand, and raised it to his lips. He noticed that she leaned slightly forward, to give him a preferred view of the ample cleavage of her full round breasts. "How do you think she felt, Angella," he asked, "being totally exposed and helpless in the spotlight like that, with the people in the audience taking turns juicing her cunt with electricity?"

"Oh God, it must have been something, being stripped naked and chained and hung upside-down like that, with everybody watching as the big plug in her pussy gave her such pain. Toward the end it actually smoked!"

"Have you ever been on stage, Angella?"

"Once, when I was in Junior High School," she answered. "I was in a beauty contest in grade seven, one of the science teachers organized it, and all of us in the contest had to go on stage wearing just a pink t shirt, panties and heels. It wasn't a real stage like in a theater, of course, it was just a small stage in the men's Lodge that the men's club organized for a Saturday night."

"Was it fun?"

"Sure. The t shirts were long enough, so we had to do a dance where we slipped off the panties. That was really sexy, and lots of fun. Then they sprayed water on all of the contestants, and our t shirts were soaked. You couldn't tell the wet pink t shirt from our skin. Our nipples stood out and everything. It was really sexy.

"The best part was when we paraded around the stage and the cheap cotton shirts started to shrink. It turns out they had planned it that way. Pretty soon we were all squealing and laughing, pulling the front of the shrinking shirts down and trying to hide our privates, but it was impossible, so we gave up trying.

"For the finals four of us had to be really daring. It was a kissing contest."

"Did they make you kiss each other?" Tony asked.

"No, We lay on a high table with our legs apart so they could all kiss us between the legs, kissing our pussies. French kissing. Every man in the whole club was a judge, and we had to please them all. And just with those crazy kisses."

"That was some beauty contest," he said.

"It was very embarrassing with everyone watching, with these older men kissing our cunnies, but it was also very exciting," she answered.

"They gave us long kisses, and they used their tongues to excite our clits and to bore inside us, and it was so stimulating I moved my hips to kiss them back with my cunnie. They loved it. I didn't win the contest, but I got an A in science that term, and had my picture published in the club's news letter, holding my cunnie open with my fingers. They cut my head off in the picture, so none of them would go to jail if they got caught, but I knew it was me, because I was the only one asked to stay after the contest for pictures."

"That must have been a thrill, to be in the spotlight like that," Tony observed.

"The real thrill came when I discovered that sets of the pictures they took were being sold at the barber shops in the next county, and that they had left my face in the shots they sold. It all hit the fan about three weeks later, and six teachers were fired and had to leave town. There would have been a trial, but they knew the national press would have jumped on it, and ruined the whole town."

Angella told Tony she had carried the nick name Angel since she was nine years old herself, when she had followed through on a shocking dare by letting a big dog fuck her in an alcove behind the school.

The other girls and boys had just been kidding, but Angella was the kind of girl who wasn't going to be shamed by missing a chance to show the other kids that she was more daring than any of them.

The kids had watched in fascination as their innocent and angelic virgin classmate had got to her hands and knees, slipped off her panties, raised her skirt and given up her cherry to the big hound. She had kept an angelic look on her face as the willing beast deflowered and runted into her, and the name Angel had stuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * * * *

Angella watched quietly and pensively, chained to her post alongside the others, naked and part of the decoration of the nearly empty sex show lounge. It was nearly noon, and most of the passengers were just arising for the third day of astoundingly bizarre entertainment. The dining deck was serving brunch, and only a few of the wealthy patrons were up to drinking at this early hour. The nine year old girl in the sexy high heeled shoes with her head tilted back, and the large burning candle held firmly in her mouth, walked between the mostly empty tables in the cruise ship's upper show lounge. The slender naked child moved carefully in the spike heeled shoes, not wanting to spill any of the hot wax dripping down the thick shaft onto her bare flesh.

The pretty young girl moved directly over to the big German industrialist to offer her hairless little cunt to him, with the gold string dangling from it. The pretty young naked girl was his human birthday cake, and his surprise present was hidden deep inside her little womb. As she walked in the tight fitting high heeled shoes, the nude girl turned her head to look at Angella and the other girls and women chained naked to posts that lined the back wall and both sides of the lounge. A tear trickled down her tender young cheek, and she quivered with fear and embarrassment as she continued on toward the waiting powerful guest on the evil cruise ship.

There were veteran resident entertainers aboard this special interest cruise ship, some with more than three months of experience, although in fact they were nothing more than captive sex slaves. Angella spent much of her free time chained to this post, masturbating her constantly aroused drug-enlarged sex organs while the other acts were rehearsing.

There was a new high-potency drug that kept the user sexually stimulated. It was given to all of the captive female entertainers in their food, and they had no relief from their constant sexual drives. It was given in such high dosages that the girls who were not already, had become masochists, craving the sexual abuse they were subjected to nightly for the entertainment of the club's jaded patrons.

In awe Angella had watched the nine year old birthday cake girl being "loaded" an hour before, and had masturbated by sliding her moist cunt up and down along the post she was bound to as she saw the girl's immature naked sex organ being lubricated, fingered, and then, amazingly, being completely invaded by the man's skilled hand. He had warmed the responsive little girl up so well that she gave little resistance as he amazingly worked his whole hand into her tight cuntlet until her tender vagina lips grasped his thick wrist.

Angella bucked her hips up and down on the smooth wood of the post more urgently, excited at the sight of the man totally invading the sex organ of the small girl. She tugging against the ropes binding her and rubbing up her clit as she watched the man begin the next less pleasant part for the girl. He fingered the young girl's cervix, slowly and deliberately working the small opening until at last it began to relax and open, giving way to the persistent massaging.

She felt a sudden jolt inside her gut when she saw the thick rod with the string. She had seen it used once before. It was about the thickness of a broom handle, and about four inches long, with a ten inch string attached. He was going to insert the heinous device up through the little girl's tight cervix into her immature uterus. There were three guys holding her down when the man thrust the brutal device up into her inner sex organ. Her scream echoed through the large room, and the little bitch surprised the man with the sudden reflexive kicking of her legs and she caught him in the jaw, knocking him back.

The other men laughed and Angella quietly cheered for the young nude. She had got her shot in where most did not. It was the most she could expect, and he would have his chance at revenge. During the next hour the pain in her womb had diminished, thanks to the lack of complex nerves in the area. Angella had watched the naked young bitch being coached on how to move up to the wealthy passenger once he showed up, and to spread her legs in a sensuous way that he could not resist, and to offer him the string dangling from her open young twat. Now that the man had arrived, it was just a matter of her doing it.

Angella was ready, the knot of anxiety growing in her gut as she watched the young girl spreading her slender legs and thrusting her pelvis forward, inviting the big wealthy German to take the string and pull it out of her. The girl with her head tilted back to hold the huge birthday candle in her mouth was so sexy looking that Angella was sure the guest could not resist her offer. Everyone in the ship's lounge watched with interest as they sipped their drinks, and enjoyed the naked masturbating females chained to posts around the lounge who would be entertaining them with their severe and violent sexual abuse later in the evening.

The little girl carefully took the burning candle out of her mouth to speak, and Angella saw the hot wax sticking to her face and realized how much of the hot liquid had flowed down her cheeks and neck. The kid delivered the lines the others had coached her on.

"Hi, handsome," she said, in perfect German. "They told me it was your birthday and I have a little surprise for you. I'm keeping it warm for you in my cunny."

She opened her mouth wide and put the thick candle back into it. She was now up on her tip toes in the specially made high heeled shoes, her knees spread wide and leaning back so that she could thrust her pelvis with the naked open mound with the thin edged inner lips well forward. Angella admired the highly erotic nude form of the well shaped young girl with her lithe legs, narrow waist, round tight buttocks and hard nipples where she had yet to grow titties. The sight of the child was such a turn on that Angella was sure she was going to orgasm before the time was right.

The man's curiosity was peaked, and he took the string, twisting it and wrapping it around his fingers until he had a secure hold on it. With his experience as head of a large and aggressive industrial male dominated organization, and with his attitude toward females, there was no way he would pull gently on the gold string, other than to set the child up for a major excruciatingly painful shot to her little cuntlet. If there were any chance he would be able to hurt the child by pulling her string, he would take advantage of it. The street smart little girl knew this.

She leaned gently back, her knees spread, encouraging him to remove the thick plug from her inner sex organ, wanting to get the shocking pain over with. As she expected, he gave a couple of gentle teasing tugs, watching the look of anticipation and hurt on the young girl's face, then he gave a sudden hard jerk on the string.

The naked child's uterus expanded, stretching the large stuffed organ to its limit in three micro-seconds, then her whole lower belly swelled out, bulging enormously before it blew wide open, with great chunks of her flesh and guts blowing outward as the small bomb detonated inside her. The big German celebrating his birthday was blown backward by the force of the explosion, and he landed on his ass on the hard marble floor.

The other three men sharing his table were rolling in hysterics. "Happy birthday, Kurt!" they shouted. Kurt sat, his expensive suite ruined by the young girl's viscera and gore. He was not smiling.

"You assholes, I could have been hurt!" he shouted at them. Then he realized that his three friends had paid him a special complement, in wasting the pretty young girl by booby-trapping her inner sex organ with the explosive to surprise him on his birthday. It really was a cute trick.

His friends had known that the tough internal sex organ of even a young girl would absorb most of the impact of the small but lethal womb bomb. The explosives expert in the ship's stores and props room had guaranteed it. They were also sure the impact of the contained explosion inside the girl's womb and belly would knock Kurt on his ass, as they had intended, and it had worked much better than they had imagined. they laughed at the sight of the startled industrialist sitting on the floor, his face and front splattered with the blood and bits of flesh of the naked young girl's belly and sex organs.

Two of the older girls who were almost twenty but were new sex slaves on the ship vomited, but Angella had seen enough of this kind of monstrous act to know that an unusual death for the girls was just part of the exciting life around the club, and she was starting to get turned on by the excitement. She realized that she was most turned on by the raw brutality of it all. Although the young girl's whole crotch was blown open, she was lying on her back with her small hips raised, bucking them and thrashing her arms as if still in orgasm from a huge power fuck. Angella realized that this was just her muscle reflexes, and that in fact the kid was dead.

Still, there was something she found exciting in the way the small naked female carcass continued to twitch as the two male waiters walked over to her, dug the big meat hooks deep into her flesh and dragged her across the floor and out to the back of the bizarre ship's show lounge.

She had never discovered where the dead girl meat was taken, and God knows she had seen enough of the totaled bitches being dragged away to that back door, but she had no idea of what lay beyond it. That didn't seem to matter too much anyway, because before the violent sexual entertainments were completed the girls were either dead or were such damaged goods that it didn't matter about them any more, and that was that.

Angella well knew that she was some day going to share their fate, and she faced this certain future with resignation. She remembered back to that fateful day she had met Tony, and he had taken her under his control. The influential procurer of women had seduced her with his charm into revealing her masochistic bent, and he had that night made her into his slave. She remembered with relish the way Tony had chained her to the wall as she willingly stood beside the heavy bright steel chains, and had teased her naked flesh with the beautiful cat of nine tails whip.

He had gagged her with a tight ball gag, which forced her to contain her screams as he totally mastered her. This was the action she had craved, and he had given her the time of her life, teaching her more about pain and submission that she could have imagined possible. He had left her alone, and had then come back and taken her into his bed with him. He had done something she had always considered vile, and found painful, but had made a large part of her living at, and that was forced anal intercourse. Without comment or lubrication, Tony had rammed his huge penis into her tight rectum, and had twisted around so that he lay on his back, with her lying naked on her back on top of him, anchored to his enormous root.

That was when the woman had entered the room, and while Tony butt fucked her, the woman painfully pierced Angella's lovely vagina with a thick gold ring, and permanently clamped the heavy ring closed. Angella had screamed, and Tony had squeezed her large breasts so hard that she could not feel the pain in her cunt. He had used such force with his powerful fingers on her breasts that there were dents in the big mammaries for two days afterwards where he had so brutally squeezed them.

He had given her up to the ship by delivering her to the sex club, a lounge in the club were women were abused through abnormal sex acts. She had been brutally fucked on stage by men with studded rings on their penises, that gave her pain in her vagina and anus as she was violently raped in front of the cheering audiences.

She soon graduated to violent sex acts with large animals, including an Irish Wolfhound, a three hundred pound hog and a trained gorilla, that liked to painfully mash her big breasts with its rough hands while it humped its thick penis into her abused asshole. She was given no amenities or privacy, and after three of the weekly cruises, she had been effectively reduced to an obedient sex slave.

When she was not being used and sexually abused on stage, Angella was usually chained to her post at the edge of the theater, where customers could examine and probe her sex organs. She was such a beautiful young woman that she attracted both the men and women passengers. They used lengths of varnished rods with rounded ends cut from broom handles, and thicker lengths cut from shovel and ax handles, which were provided to the clients to freely probe the most private parts of the chained women.

At last Angella's internship was over, when Tony came for her. She was unchained, and was given a complete set of clothing to wear, including an attractive low cut evening dress. She was taken by Tony to one of the small gambling theaters, where she and four other equally attractive women were introduced to the gamblers, and were treated to drinks at the small bar. They were all strikingly beautiful, and they all had long beautiful hair. The gamblers asked the women questions about their physical education, athletics, and as they talked they examined with an unusual interest the five gorgeous ladies' large firm breasts.

After a congenial time visiting with the interested gamblers the women were taken to meet the ship's Program Development Officer, who was responsible to come up with the fantastic female torture entertainments which were the feature attraction aboard the ship. The man was developing a new game for the gambling deck, and he was about to test in before a live audience of gamblers.

The women that he had used to design a new harsh contest were in no condition to participate in the premiere, because they were all being treated or were recovering in the ship's hospital. Because it could be so damaging, the game required a set of fresh women participants be used in order for it to be properly introduced, and Tony agreed that the harsh treatment would be valuable at this stage of Angella's education. The five gorgeous women were taken into the special harness room, and the quintet of remarkable feminine creatures were asked to strip naked. They were all sufficiently advanced in their obedience training to comply without question.

When all five of them were naked, Angella noticed that three of the other young women also wore thick gold rings pierced through their vaginas, and that the one with the largest breasts did not, which was unusual, because she thought the vagina ring was the mark of the slave girl on this ship. What Tony noticed was that all of the remarkably beautiful women had conspicuously large breasts. This indicated to him that the stunning young women's breasts were going to play a predominant role in the gambling event.

The strikingly beautiful bitches were each given a pair of red spike heeled shoes to wear, and Tony admired their naked forms as the bent forward to put the shoes on. Their long hair was braided into a tight French braid by young female attendants. This was common among the long hair female slaves on the ship, because it was feminine in appearance while keeping their hair from interfering with views of or access to their upper bodies.

Once all of them had their hair was done, they all had their arms bound tightly behind their backs, although they complained bitterly at the severe treatment. Most of their complaining was because they had no idea what was about to happen to them, and they knew that it was safe to complain, as long as they were not observed doing it in front of the patrons.

Four of the gorgeous girls, including Angella, had wire loops placed over their breasts, and these were tightened severely, so that the large mammaries of the naked women bulged obscenely, like over-filled balloons.

A second short stout wire with clips on either end was attached to the tit binding hoops, joining them, and dangling freely between the bulging mammaries. A third longer wire with a similar clip on each end was brought up through their cunt rings, and was clipped to the wire strung between the woman's breasts.

The wire through the cunt ring dangled to the floor, and a couple of feet of it lay between the wearer's legs. The clip on the dragging end allowed it to attached to something. Tony could only guess at the intent of this bizarre wire bitch harness, but he was sure that it would mean severe stress for their bound tits and probably for their cunts as well.

To complete their decoration, the four were fitted with tight ball gags, which were so large that they had to be jammed between their teeth, stretching their jaws to the limit. Tony was impressed with the simplicity of the functional design of the painful wire harness, and its potential for doing severe damage to the four lovely women.

The fifth woman, a luscious twenty-two year old who's name was Madeline, was not gagged, nor were her breasts cinched with the tight wire hoops, as were the others. She was the one with the largest breasts of all of them. She had steel cuffs placed on her ankles, with a small ring welded to each of them. She also, like the others, had her arms bound together behind her back.

The five large breasted young women were taken through a doorway which was so low that they had to bend over to get through it. Tony left the harness room, and went into the adjoining gambling theater. The five girls were in a central pit, with seating on three sides. The pit was three feet deep, with vertical walls that came up to the floor level of the seating area. There were three rows of comfortable padded seats, with each row elevated a foot above the row in front of it, ensuring a full view of events by all of the forty people the small theater would accommodate. A numeric key pad that looked much like a pocket calculator was set in the armrest of each seat, so that the gamblers could enter their wagers, which would be flashed on a screen above the pit. Central on the electronic wall display was a large tally board, framing an electronic digital clock.

The floor of the pit was varnished hardwood planks, and the sides were made of vertical strips of angle iron, fitted with long sharp barbs, which would discourage the bitches from attempting to escape. Two burly and naked body builders, with their enormously muscled bodies and long erections and swinging balls oiled, and their body hair shaved or neatly trimmed, took control of the five naked women.

The young woman who's breasts had not been bound was laid on her back on a small skid, of the type used by mechanics to work under cars. Madeline's tightly bound arms were pinned beneath her, and were useless for defense or to help her escape her desperate situation. She screamed in terror as the two burly bitch handlers brought forward a heinous looking steel device and laid it on top of her. It consisted of a two foot long and four inch thick pointed shaft, with the point nestled into the folds of her vagina.

From the base of the shaft there was a jig device that came forward and rested across Madeline's soft belly. This supported a cross piece, that had a pair of foot long tapered shafts three inches wide at the base, and pointed upward toward the base of each of her large breasts. On each end of the cross piece was attached a fastening ring, similar to those on her ankle cuffs. The gamblers quickly saw that the ingenious device would, with the unwilling assistance of the other women, impale Madeline's big breasts and her vagina, with the vagina shaft capable of reaching right up to her heart.

The four tit-bound bitches were positioned two at either end of her, and with their backs turned to her. The clips from the wires dangling between the legs of the two at her feet were fastened to Madeline's ankle cuff rings. Those of the two at her head end, which included Angella, were attached to the ends of the cross brace. The four standing women were instructed to move forward, until the slack in the chains was taken up. The wires pulled tight in their flared cunts, which served as tender lubricating bearings for the taut wires. The beautiful nudes were now like a team of work horses, whose task was to horribly impale Madeline with the monstrous device.

The wires pulled severely down on the breasts of the standing horse-bitches, and the three shafts moved upward, the long one sliding into the cunt of the bitch lying on the cart, while the points on the two shorter shafts pressed painfully against the base of her large breasts. As they stood there, realizing what they were required to do, the four horse bitches quivered in anxiety, and two of them lost bladder control. The air conditioning was sufficient to handle the odor, which only faintly reached the cheering audience of gamblers.

The pit boss was regaled in a red velvet coat with tails, a high hat, and black pants and knee length black leather boots. He used a wireless microphone, although one was not needed for the intimate surroundings of the tiny theater. It lent an additional sense of total authority to his booming voice. He told the gamblers that the four bitches would be fighting the clock. Their task was to drive the long shaft into the prone woman's cunt right to the hilt, and that they would experience severe whipping of their asses, legs, and backs as they pulled, to encourage them to complete the rigorous assignment as quickly as possible.

As the shaft sunk deeper into the cunt and on up into the belly of the lovely prone lady, the shorter shafts would of course be driven up through her big breasts, with the sharp points eventually emerging through the tops of her tits. The horse-women would unwillingly impale the helpless Madeline, and they could do nothing to prevent it. The design of this violent new sex sport was brilliantly simple, and by featuring the shocking abuse of gorgeous young women, and the likely termination of one of them, the event was sure to be a winner.

As an added incentive to the burly men with the whips, should Madeline survive the contest for five minutes, she would be released, and the split cane whips would be used on their testicles. This was, after all, the kind of ship that provided some entertainment for everyone, and there were more than a few aboard who would be entertained by the sight of a hulking set of male genitals under attack. Clearly the luscious bitch stretched out on her back on the small mechanic's dolly was not going to survive this contest. The other four women were going to experience severe breast stretching, as well as possible damage to their ringed cunts. All of this in addition to the severe whipping they were going to experience. As long as it took enough time to unfold, and was not completed too soon, the new event was certain to be a real cock jerker or clit tickler for the mixed group of sex show gamblers.

There were three objectives for the gamblers to wager upon. The betting was on whether sweet Madeline, with the remarkable boobs, would be alive and conscious when the twin shafts emerged through the tops of her huge soft breasts, on how long it would take for one of the other four bitches to rupture a breast from the strain of pulling, and on how long the other four would take to drive the long shaft into Madeline's cunt right up to the hilt. The naked women in the gambling pit remained motionless and poised, shaking in uncontrolled terror in their high heels, binding wire and stark nakedness as the bizarre form of wagering proceeded. The gamblers took their time to inspect the beautiful female flesh in the pit, "Fresh Cuntmeat on the Hoof", as the pit boss called them, and it took more than ten minutes for the wagering to be completed.

Suddenly the big timing clock started, and the two male bitch handlers lashed out at naked woman flesh with the vicious split canes. The four bound cunts bolted, and the shaft assembly moved upward on Madeline with such force that the twin foot-long shafts broke into the tender meat of the prone bitch's big tits, and the shaft between her legs lunged deeper into her, and pressed firmly against the back fleshy wall of her cunt. The high heeled shoes were not ideal for hard work, particularly of this nature, and the young women struggled to pull as the spike heels slipped on the smooth hardwood floor of the gambling pit. Their struggle added to the excitement and eroticism as the naked ladies flexed their muscles with the exertion that tugged violently downward on their big bound breasts and jerked the taut wire through their steaming cunts.

Madeline screamed at the excruciating pain, expressing the horror the other four could only moan and drool out through the tight fitting rubber ball gags. The split canes lashed out viciously against the bare backs and buttocks of the gagged naked horse girls. As they strained in their high heeled shoes, the wire through their cunt rings dug deeply into their vaginas, and pulled down hard on their bound tits. The effect of the added strain on the already highly stressed tits was incredible. They turned deep purple from the added pressure, and the veins stood up so high that they cast shadows. The tortured mammaries were also pulled down over the edge of the horse women's rib cages, and the bulged round ends of the squeezed boobs pressed against their tummies. The extra strain of their extra effort also dug the tight wires deeper into the fleshy slits of their pierced and ringed cunts, causing them to flare and swell out.

Tony had his hand in his pocket, handling his rigid prick with a practiced stroke. He accelerated his tempo as the canes slashed and tore at the bare ass flesh of the four horse girls, and the rigid steel shafts dug deeper into the cunt and breasts of the helpless woman on the dolly. The big timing clock on the wall registered one minute had elapsed. The bitch Madeline lying on the dolly was tougher than she appeared. Tony was not sure if it was her breasts or her uterus that was providing the resistance, but the horse girls were taking a terrible beating from the canes, and their tortured breasts were taking an horrific stretching as the tortured bitches struggled to dig the shafts deeper into the screaming girl's sex meat.

The small crowd of gamblers was shouting encouragement to the men with the whips, and they gave their hearty approval to the bizarre and incredibly cruel gambling contest. Suddenly the strategy of the two male bitch-handlers changed, and they brought the their rigid split canes viciously up between the straining legs of the tit-bound horse girls, brutally attacking the delicate and sensitive meat of their tender cunts. The four cunt-battered bitches jerked their crotches forward, tightening the wires even further. The effect was to yank violently downward on their own bound and severely strained tits, as well as to jerk the metal shafts further into the meat of the impaled bitch on the small dolly.

Now the blows rained mercilessly up into the sweating cunts with the strong wire running through them. The jerking response was equally damaging to the bound breasts of the horse women and the impaled woman. The big clock reached two minutes. It was clear that the shaft in her womb was causing her extreme distress, digging through her cervix and into her uterus, and threatening to thrust further into her with every blow of the vicious whips on the horse girls. She writhed deliciously in her severe agony. The twin shafts thrusting deep into her breasts were making headway, with more than eight inches of each of them buried in her the fat round mammaries. The tops of her big tits were now being poked upward from the inside, and it appeared that it would just be a matter of seconds before they broke through the upper surface.

Madeline's screams verified that she was alert and healthy, judging by her ability to generate ear splitting shrill screams with each tug by the whipped horse girls. She was sustaining some internal damage now with the incessant thrusting of the steel shaft in her womb. The big clock now registered three minutes. With an abrupt shrill ear-piercing scream she announced that the heinous device had penetrated through the walls of her uterus, and the sharp tip of the steel shaft had thrust its way up into her bowels.

Now the gambling party was getting rough, and the gamblers saw that the life of the gorgeous young woman lying on the mechanic's dolly on the floor of the pit could be measured in minutes. The angry red welts across the asses and backs of the legs of the horse girls were beginning to split and weep blood as the severe split-cane beating continued. Blood was also dripping from a couple of the cunts from the severity of the merciless whipping. Suddenly the tops of Madeline's big beautiful breasts bulged up severely, driven by the points thrusting inside them, and with a synchronized effort with the caning on the four lady asses, the impaling device was jerked upward, and the tips of the twin steel shafts burst through the tops of the screaming bitch's big tits.

The clock read three minutes and forty-five seconds, and Madeline was still alive and alert. There was a cheer from the gamblers who had wagered on her surviving to the time of total breast impalement. Gushes of her blood splashed over her shoulders, and her fully impaled tits were pushed upward with the continuing pressure from the cross bar at their base. Now her blood was also leaking from her vagina, and spilling onto the polished hardwood planks of the floor.

The clock had reached four minutes.

The rigid split-cane whips again found their way between the spread legs of the straining horse girls, and they renewed quickly their efforts. Now that the Madeline's breasts were punctured and no longer offering any resistance, the shaft in her womb made more progress. Madeline was given a brief respite as the horse girls were instructed to kick off their high heeled shoes. They did this gratefully, and then the split-cane whips came down on the tops of their stretched breasts. They leaped forward, leaning into the stout wires, with their bare feet providing a much better grip on the varnished floor.

The extra pull caused even further stretching and ballooning of their bound breasts, and blood started to dribble from the enormously bulging nipples. The effect on Madeline was direct and devastating. The thick shaft in her womb thrust deep into her like a sword. The tip of the steel shaft lunged through her stomach, and with a jolt forward, it perforated her diaphragm. The gamblers watched in delight as the thick base of the shaft rammed up firmly against her bloodied cunt as the tip inside her drove up between her lungs into her heart.

Madeline's incredible screams of agony and horror were abruptly arrested. Her head was thrown back, her eyes bulged, and fresh blood gushed from her nose and mouth. The big clock stopped at four minutes, thirty-seven seconds, but the horse-women were forced by the mercilessly flailing whips to continue pulling. With the triple shafts of the incredible impaling device sunk to their full depth inside her, the dead bitch in the center of the pit was not going to yield further, so the only progress possible was further elongation of the four beautiful horse-women's painfully bound and stretched breasts.

The contest would not be completed until one of the eight bound breasts ruptured. The barefoot bitches pulled and strained, driven by the incessant lashing from the split-cane whips. The meat on their battered buttocks was split and bleeding, and their big bound boobs were now stretched down past their navels. The gamblers were all masturbating wildly and shouting insults at the arm, mouth and tit bound bitches pulling desperately against each other and against the triple impaled carcass of the lovely Madeline. The lovely young women tugged and jerked at their bindings with all of their might, attempting to end the horrifying and excruciatingly painful abuse by the split-cane whips to their backs and buttocks. They were a remarkable sight, and the gamblers cheered on their efforts.

Suddenly it happened. The lovely woman straining beside Angella gave an extra heave in response to a blow by a whip to her cunt, and both of her breasts virtually exploded. A spray of bloody tit-meat splattered down across the varnished floor of the gambling pit, and with her breasts now free of the binding wire, she flew forward against the wall of the pit, smashing her beautiful face and skull against the barbed angle iron on the pit's solid steel wall.

With one woman suddenly breaking free of her bonds the hard way, the other three were abruptly off balance, and they fell to the piss and sweat slicked floor. The atrocious game was over, a complete success, with two of the naked female entertainers dead, and the other three in very rough shape. Tony returned to the harness room, and waited for the three surviving bitches to be brought in and unharnessed. He was surprised that two dead women's carcasses were also brought back to the harness room, but he realized that the harness and shoes that they wore had to be retrieved as well. He gave a hand to help remove the impaling device from the still warm body of Madeline, and he was impressed at how erotic the effect of pulling the thick metal shaft out of her flesh was. Her cunt seemed to grip the metal for all it was worth, and her big tits were pulled beautifully out of shape. Both of the dead women had steel hooks driven through their ankles, and they were hoisted upside down to hang from an overhead rail like sides of beef.

The Program Development Officer told Tony that because of the traumatic nature of their deaths, the bitches would both make suitable consumable meat, so they would be moved by the rail to the ship's butcher shop, where they would be eviscerated, halved, and hung for a suitable time in the refrigeration unit. They would eventually show up on the ship's menu, but not in recognizable form. Only cunts and breasts usually showed up so they could be identified as human parts, and both of these women had their organs mutilated in the sport. A skilled chef might be able to salvage Madeline's vagina for display, and because she had not been whipped, her shapely hips, thighs and sex organ might show up as a special double hip roast. This was the special feature dish usually presented on the closing night of a cruise, with the neck of a champagne bottle sticking out of the anus. It was always a hit with the guests, who claimed it was more delicious than fresh venison, and much more appealing on the platter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angella had known from the time she first saw Tony with that vain bitch Jennifer, when everyone knew what awaited that gorgeous American woman, that there was no turning back for her. She knew early on that she would share the horrible fate of those gorgeous females, and that knowledge had driven her forward with a keen edge of excitement growing like an insatiable fire in her gut, consuming her. Her mind was numb with the pain and the cumulative effect of the degrading treatment she was receiving. For Angella, death was now just one more fantastic adventure to be experienced. She was ready, and excited at the prospect. She had finally found her true place in the total scheme of things, and now understood her true role in life as a woman. Now that she was on the receiving end, she was appalled at the extreme abuse of bitches necessary to satisfy the pornographic tastes of the more advanced cultures of the world. With a clear understanding of the inevitability of this truth, she felt a rush of excitement at the sexual horror ahead for her that would bring erotic excitement to others.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angella responded with a bruising sideways kick at the gorgeous Jewess, but connected under her legs with the top of her foot, doing no lasting damage. The recoil of the violent kick spun her around, and her back was to Suzette as the young French bitch, so she was defenseless when the young dangling nude stabbed her heel blade up into her fattened buttocks. The tip of the blade dug into Angella's pelvic bone and stuck, holding Suzette's leg elevated. Immediately Rachael lashed out at Suzette, and her heel blade slash open the side of one of the French girl's soft bulging mammaries. Fresh red and white tit meat, augmented with strands of silicone, dangled from the deep gash.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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