Cannibal Cruise

Notes:

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This is a fantasy! Women are lovable persons and I would do anything to make them happy. I am a vegetarian myself.

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Cannibal Cruise. Chapter 2.

Dolcett World Cruise Lines 'Merideth' log book:

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January the 11th 2095.

Another uneventful Pacific crossing day. Making good time thanks to our powerful electric engines. Estimated Equator crossing in two days, arriving Nuku Hiva island (Marquesas) in four days.

24 pre-lottery girls cooked and eaten so far. Crew lotteries need not start until January the 18th.

Crew and passage in excellent spirits.

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Extract from captain Jessica Joy's diary:

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This tour is going to be one of the best! Crew girls and passengers have really hit it off! Plenty of merriment and sex and no inhibitions! I had to get serious with some young crew girls though. I am all for fun but duty comes first, they can enjoy themselves during their free time.

Betty, recreation and games, is really wonderful, clever, witty, beautiful,... I spend the days dreaming of her next visit. Dare I let her know how I feel? Careful Jessica! Does she feel the same? Would she come to my cabin? It can be arranged discretely...

Yes, yes, I know all about the loneliness of command but... I'll be a better captain without this continuous yearning!

Everybody loves her. She is so creative organizing new activities! She'll have plenty of votes once lotteries start. Games would not be the same if she were to be cooked. No matter how juicy and tempting her glorious boobs!

Some Chefs have complained of course, it happens in every tour. Food-play games sometimes get out of hand. Some girls entered kitchens slightly damaged, teeth marks, a torn sphincter, dart punctures, neck rope marks,... There was even an unconscious girl, luckily she could be revived before being roasted. I told Betty to be more careful next time she organizes hangings. She was so worried, the poor dear!

Betty has been pestering the Chefs for pre-lottery girls to perform in theatre plays. I have let them know I think it a great idea and they have finally relented.

Everything is arranged. Cross the Equator celebrations will include a play featuring six pre-lottery girls. The girls will be deep fried afterwards and Chefs don't mind if they are badly damaged or even dead.

It is all hush hush but I happen to know the play is about some Christian girls sacrificed in an Imperial Rome arena. Betty, as director, and the chosen actors and actresses -passengers and crew- have been rehearsing in secret. Pre-lottery Christian girls, I am told, need no rehearsals, they are expected to improvise!

Head Chef has reluctantly agreed to let Betty have some more pre-lottery girls for plays in the following days. I know crew prefer wild, outrageous plays at the beginning of the tour when pre-lottery girls are still available. Later plays with, lottery selected, crew girls in leading parts, are usually more tame just including some aesthetically pleasing executions.

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Samantha, Sally and John lay lazily on the latter's enormous cabin bed, sated from sex. Sally is trying to extract more information from Samantha about the approaching theatre play.

"So what is your part like?"

"Well, it is short but heart rending." giggles "I have to use a funny wig and wear... Don't you pry Sally! You know Betty wants it to be a surprise. My lips are sealed!"

"Calm down sweety cunt. I was not prying I was worried about you learning your lines. You are such a perfectionist!"

"It is ad-lib really. The important thing is getting into the role, then you just act instinctively."

"You'll be great! Pity you have to wear costume, You have such a beautiful body!"

"But I'll be naked! Just gloves and tail. I mean... a simple costume." changing of subject "Are you going to the cooking hall this evening?"

"I think we'll stay here and watch the stereoscopic broadcast. This bed is much more comfortable than the couches in the hall. We'll miss you, pretty tits!" says John.

Pouting "I'll miss you too. Duty mornings and rehearsals evenings!"

"We'll give a miss to the broadcast and watch the replay with you tonight. It will be more fun!" proposes John.

"Great!"

"What a pity. Funny wig, tail and gloves. You'll look like an ugly animal Sammy!" says Sally.

"Not so! I'll be a very sexy panther. Oooops! You bitch!"

"Don't worry Sammy, no harm done. You know your secrets are safe with us. It is not as if we knew the play plot." John reassures her.

"Ha! It is brand new, Betty wrote it. You'd not guess in a million years!"

"You are right, it is a real puzzle, togas, a wooden cross, sexy panthers,... Betty could not recreate a Roman circus in just a few days!"

"Of course she can! She can do anything! ... Ooops! You bastards!" sulking "I am leaving now."

"Bye love. See you at dinner."

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Betty and Samantha enter the cooking hall hungry after the strenuous rehearsal. Heady aromas come from a row of ovens. Four are still in use, golden feminine bodies roasting inside, visible through the clear glass. Girls' heads already cut off, neck openings in the oven tops are covered.

Naked waitresses are busy everywhere cleaning and spreading fresh table cloths after the first dinner shift. Two chattering girls roll a trolley with the remains of an oven roasted girl, her bones almost picked clean.

Betty and Samantha move to the front tables looking for their friends. Sally and John receive them with big smiles. "Look girls we have company!" On the table centre there is a pretty severed head.

"Hey! I know her! Isn't she Elena, the meat girl we comforted the first day?" asks Samantha.

"Yes, the very same, she was crazy about buggering. Kiss her, she has cushy lips."

They all kiss the sensual lips amid much mutual fondling and laughing.

"Pity, no tongue play. She was very fond of your pussy Sammy, if I remember right. Why don't you have her kiss you there. Her lips will then taste better!"

Samantha complies and another round of head kissing ensues with much giggling. Their romping is halted when smiling waitresses fill their bowls from a tureen of steaming soup. Soup in the 'boiler babe' pot has improved with time. Bones and meat are added daily and the soup is now a delicious, tasty broth.

Wines, salads and side dishes are served, trolleys start to weave their way among tables. Some are loaded with sea food and other delicacies, four carry the golden bodies of oven roasted girls. A delicious aroma spreads over the hall making all mouths water.

A trolley stops by our friends' table and a deft waitress serves them. The luck of the draw has assigned a breast and a piece of buttock to their table. The waitress cuts off the roasted girl's right breast, places it on a big dish, nipple up, and slices vertically leaving it, apparently untouched, steaming and ready to be consumed. A nice portion of the girl's buttock soon covers a second dish.

The waitresses are about to move when Sally asks "Can I have a lady finger?"

"But of course!" Smiling the waitress wields again her sharp knife and offers Sally one of the roasted girl's index fingers.

Sally sucks and nibbles the severed finger. "Delicious! Does anyone want to taste?"

"Let me have a little." begs Samantha "It is really good even if mostly bone!"

John has been serving portions of breast and buttock and now fills glasses with sparkling vintage, red wine. "Here is to us all. May we have many of these meals together during and after the 'Crew meat tour'!"

They all drink overjoyed and then fall on the succulent meat. Breast flesh is delicately seasoned with port wine, doubtless injected before putting the girl in the oven. Buttock meat has a stronger flavour also fragrant and delicious.

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After a visit to the ship disco and a leisured walk along the decks, Samantha, Sally and John go to the married couple's cabin.

All comfortably settled on the enormous bed, backs over soft pillows, John starts the replay of this evening dinner cooking. Several viewing points in the cabin are set to search mode, looking continuously for faces to beam to.

"Funny seeing the girls put to cook when their meat is already on our bellies!"

"Funny and exciting." says John fingering his wife's juicy pussy.

Sally, kissing Samantha, opens her eyes momentarily and it is as if she were immediately transported to the cooking hall. Eight pre-lottery girls, hands tied at their backs, kneel in front of the ovens, legs spread open. Several cameras combine to show the girls front and back. Deftly handled zoom shows beautiful faces, full quivering breasts, glorious firm buttocks, inviting juicy cunts and pretty, tight arseholes. "They were beautiful! Small wonder their meat was so delicious!"

The girls' bodies are suddenly covered by eager hands and tongues. Assisting cannibals lick, caress, suck and fuck the doomed girls bringing them to multiple orgasms.

"I am glad they had a good time. Poor dears!"

Yellow collared female Chefs, some quite young, come in from the kitchen followed by several kitchen girls pushing a loaded trolley. Dinner girls are offered food, obviously stuffing, which they eat willingly. Chefs then direct kitchen girls to use huge syringes to inject more stuffing into the girls' anuses. The girls are then asked to lie on preparation tables face up. Kitchen girls stuff dinner girls' pussies with chopped fruit and Chefs then sew their cunt lips closed. Shrill screams and moans greet every stitch.

The trio is becoming very aroused, John kneels on the floor and laps at the girls' dripping pussies while jacking his dick. Sally and Samantha kiss passionately and fondle roughly each other boobs, mesmerized by the reproduced cooking hall.

Dinner girls are now forced to kneel inside oven trays and skewer themselves on protruding long, thick prongs. Most of the girls scream and have to be pushed down to force the prongs into their anuses, but one of them struggles valiantly to impale herself, screaming a mixture of agony and lust.

"Look! It is Elena! Isn't she great?"

"Bravo Elena!"

Prongs drive the girls' stuffing home and will also hold them in place during their painful ordeal. Chefs proceed now to inject the girls' breasts with a special wine. It is a very delicate operation as the wine must be evenly distributed. Each breast receives many painful pricks until Chefs are satisfied. Girls' cries become less loud as the wine seeps into their blood making them quite drunk. Breasts are now patently bigger giving the girls a voluptuous look.

John climbs back on the bed and lays down, penis erect, offering himself to the girls. Samantha kneels over him and guides his engorged penis into her sopping pussy while kneading frantically her breasts. Sally kneels over his head and offers her dripping pussy. His tongue laps hungrily at her fragrant cunt while his hands grab her buttocks to guide her to his eager mouth.

Eyes and ears receive an intermittent flow of information as viewing points software tries to lock on their moving faces. In the lovers' minds their frantic sex is inextricably linked to what was happening in the cooking hall a few hours ago. More real than real they can see the dinner girls being lovingly rubbed with basting sauces. Trays are slid inside ovens, their height adjusted until each girl's neck fits snugly in the half neck opening, hinged glass tops and doors are then closed.

Betty voice can be clearly heard "Our lovely girls are ready for roasting. And a pretty sight they are!" giggles and happy laughter "Four will be slow cooked for the second dinner shift, the other four will be hot indeed very soon!" Loud cheers.

Chefs switch on the eight ovens. Hot air is blown softly inside, so softly that the poor girls are slow to react. Those destined to feed the first dinner shift start to squirm on their prongs and moan pitifully.

The lovers are spent. They cuddle on the bed following attentively the exciting spectacle. Converting a girl into delicious food never fails to touch a sexual chord in them. Hands move again to penis and pussies as the roasting girls emit high pitched screams.

The heat is too much for four of them and they mercifully faint. Chefs hurry to cut their heads off before they are damaged. Blood spurts from neck stumps but the oven neck openings are promptly sealed. Heads are lovingly taken to the kitchens for beautifying, Sally recognizes Elena's among them. The four remaining girls endure their long agony moaning softly.

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Today the 'Merideth' will cross the Equator. John, an old hand at Equator crossing, has been chosen to play god Neptune. Wielding an enormous trident, he chases sea novices, threatening to prick their fleeing buttocks, until they fall into the swimming pool. A coterie of giggling sailor-mermaids follow their lord in his wild cavorting.

There is a pervading air of festive celebration, everybody eager to share in the many activities programmed. There will be running and swimming races, singing and dancing contests, a costume party,... but the main attraction is the 'surprise' theatre play scheduled for ten o'clock this morning.

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Betty nibbles her nails, peeping nervously through the stage curtains. The theatre is packed full and she knows that anyone not here will be watching through the viewing points. Actors and actresses mutter their lines in agitation. Opening day is frightening!

John and Sally have good seats. For close ups and different angles there are several viewing points available. From what Samantha has unwittingly revealed they have a pretty good idea of what they are going to see and look forward to it.

Curtains withdraw to show a richly furnished, late Roman empire palace room. A middle aged man and two young women, dressed in rich clothes, sit on comfortable chairs in animated conversation.

Man enters stage from left saluting "Ave Caesar Domitian. Greetings lady Domitia. Greetings chief vestal Cornelia."

Domitian "Hail Satur my good chamberlain. What are your tidings?"

Satur "Very good news, my lord! We have captured the leaders of a group plotting to undermine the might of Rome."

Cornelia "How so Satur?"

Satur "They belong to a Jewish sect, the Christians, who preach against the revered, old Roman religious rites. They also contend, among other things, that a slave is the same as a Consul and that private property should be abolished."

Domitian, aghast "What dangerous nonsense! If their ideas were to spread it would mean the end of civilization!"

Cornelia, shocked "Religious rites are the backbone of society. They unite State with citizens and each generation with its ancestors!"

Satur "There is more madam. We have proof they have established contact with German tribes bent on invading our frontiers."

Domitia, frightened "Is the empire in danger?"

Satur "Not any more my lady. We have utterly destroyed this foul conspiracy -they had spies even inside palace- and when their leaders are also exterminated, I dare say the Christians will be no more."

Domitia "Who are those leaders?"

Satur "Incredible as it seems, it is a sisterhood of six exceedingly pretty, young maidens, who taking advantage of respect due to their sex and comeliness have conspired to commit such evil acts."

Domitian "Faithful Satur, as head chamberlain and Imperial gladiator, I charge you with the task of making public, throughout the empire, the truth of their acts and arranging a punishment fit to their crimes. Punishment to be meted out at the next circus games."

Satur "Your wishes are my commands sire!"

Curtains close to continued loud applause. Betty breathes again and hurries to arrange stage changes.

Curtains open to show a part of the Flavian amphitheatre arena. Thousands of pictures create an enormous multitude who, thanks to hidden loud speakers, cheer at the entrance of Domitian, Domitia and Cornelia. The imperial couple and their guest sit down on high seats cleverly placed to make the theatre spectators part of the Colosseum crowd.

A pretty, almost naked, gladiatrix enters the arena and salutes Domitian loudly "Hail Caesar! Following your inspired commands, games will start with the punishment of six traitorous, Christian maidens who have endangered our beloved Empire." spitting "May their names be cursed forever!"

"The first two will fight each other with a special gladius. The first to blood both her enemy's breasts and buttocks will win. Winner to be granted a quick beheading. Loser to be slowly impaled to death for enjoyment of the Roman people." Great cheers and shouts from the Colosseum crowd -loud speakers.

Gladiatrix exits and comes back followed by three frolicsome arena slave girls dragging two naked young women in, pulling from cables attached to their red collars. The naked girls' breasts and buttocks are marked with a blue circle each. Blue circles barely cover the girls' areolas and also mark the centre of each buttock. Slaves attach the thin, flexible cables to a ring bolted to the floor.

Gladiatrix shows two imitation gladius, Roman short stabbing swords, to the audience. These are made of rubber with bulbous tips from which sharp, two centimetre long, metal points protrude. The points can not cause mortal damage, being too short, but will mark nicely any body part they puncture.

Gladiatrix addresses herself to the girls "Only hits on blue targets count. Die well, you who lived so bad! Here." she hands them the two gladius "Now salute your emperor!"

Christian traitors mumble, Gladiatrix smacks their bums with the flat of her long sword. In heavily accented English "Ail Cesar! Ve, who is about to die, salute you!"

Gladiatrix "Begin the fight!"

The girls, a cafe au lait mulatto and a white Hispanic, take a fighting stance holding their swords clumsily. Colosseum crowd shouts advice and encouragement. "Go at her my beauty! Stick those tits! My bets are on you whitey! Come on, move!"

The mulatto stabs suddenly and pricks the white girl right nipple "Huuuu!! you bitch that hurt!" Big cheers from theatre audience. Whitey stabs wildly, Mulatto tries to protect her titties and is hit on her left arm. "Haagg!" she yelps. Encouraging shouts from audience.

Girls separate looking at their wounds. Blood wells from a deep puncture close to Whitey's nipple, inside the blue circle. Blood also runs down Mulatto's arm but the wound is superficial.

Whitey suddenly lunges but Mulatto sidesteps and she sprawls on the floor. Fast as lightning, Mulatto stabs both Whitey's buttocks. "Huuu!!! Hiiiii!" wild cheers and clapping from audience. Domitian, Domitia and Cornelia, robes in disarray, are having a hell of a time!

Viewing point zoom images show Whitey's buttocks. Incredible! Mulatto has stabbed spot in the middle of both blue circles. Whitey is one left tit away from losing!

Whitey stabs wildly jumping to her feet, hitting Mulatto's belly with a glancing blow. "Haaa!!" Blood from the gash streams down Mulatto's pubis and drips from her pussy. Audience cheers, delighted.

Whitey hits again before Mulatto recovers, this time stabbing her right breast. "Oh?" sobs Mulatto. Bad Marksmanship though, the wound is out of the blue circle. Whitey tries again, this time aiming at Mulatto's left tit. Mulatto spins to avoid the stab, trips on her cable and falls, her bum a clear target. Whitey, gloating, stabs at her left buttock but Mulatto moves to protect her blue circle presenting her arsehole instead. Whitey sword tip hits Mulatto's anus. No harm done though, the metal point just slides inside her flexible sphincter.

Mulatto jumps up and strikes fast as a snake. Her sword tip punctures unerringly Whitey's left areola, clearly inside the blue target mark.

Mulatto shouts exultant, raising her sword high while Whitey cries disconsolately. Theatre audience and Colosseum crowd applaud and cheer wildly.

Gladiatrix takes the condemned girls' swords, unhooks Whitey cable, leads the trembling girl to one side and hooks her there again.

Slave girls struggle on-stage with a wooden block which they finally set by the mulatto girl. They then remove her red collar.

Gladiatrix back at centre stage "Who said Rome doesn't pay traitors? Death is their only reward! Caesar Domitian, most Roman of them all, I beg permission to behead this bitch."

Domitian stands and gives the thumb down sign. Robes raised, he sits down again. Chief vestal Cornelia continues nursing his bursting erection.

Mulatto kneels, wraps her arms around the block and eagerly lays her head on it. Gladiatrix moves Mulatto's hair away from her neck and takes a striking stance holding her razor sharp long sword two handed. Shouting a frightful cry, she chops the girl's head off neatly. Mulatto's body rears up, hands to neck, blood pumping from the stump.

Gladiatrix, exultant, holds the blood dripping, severed head aloft holding it by its hair. Theatre audience stands up and applauds wildly for a long, long time. Deafening roar from audience and Roman crowd. Gladiatrix kisses Mulatto's lips.

Sally claps frantically, cheering and whooping. "Did you see? Beautiful! Beautiful!"

"That it was, dear. A matter of skill, not strength. That girl must have practised a lot with her sword. No wonder Sammy always returned exhausted from rehearsals!"

"Hope the impalement is as good. You know how I love impalements at Dolcett clubs!"

"Did you see our Samantha as slave girl?"

"Bet she is loving every moment!"

Slave girls roll a metal frame to stage left. Soon Mulatto's body hangs from it, metal bars under her armpits. Her head is stuck on a hook a few centimetres above her neck. Slaves wipe away some messy blood and arrange artistically the beautiful body. Well satisfied with their handiwork they exit to come back happily carrying a long wooden pole and pushing a rolling platform in.

Gladiatrix leads Whitey to centre stage, forces her to kneel, bottom up, and locks her hands and feet in manacles fixed to the floor. Giggling slaves remove Whitey's red collar.

Gladiatrix "Hail Caesar! Give the word and this vicious enemy of Rome, a disgrace to her sex, dies!"

Domitian, wiping cunt juice from his lips, "Shaft the bitch's arsehole!" His fist comes out thumb down. Roman crowd shouts approval, theatre audience cheers, many also giving thumb down signs enthusiastically.

Gladiatrix and arena slaves hold the pole and point it into the crying girl's anus. Gladiatrix "At the count of three. A big push girls!"

Sally, frigging herself enthusiastically, looks at a view point to see a close up image of the pole tip stretching the anal sphincter open. In spite of her cries, the girl's lovely vagina oozes creamy juices, she is, obviously, very excited. Theatre audience holds its communal breath not to miss any of the doomed beauty's reactions.

Gladiatrix "Three!"

A piercing scream rents the air as the pole sinks thirty centimetres into the girl's bowels. Her shrill cries drowned by enthusiastic applause, gladiatrix and arena slaves, blushing prettily, bow to the audience.

Slave girls lower the free end of the pole and fix it to a hinged base on the rolling platform. They free the impaled girl' hands and feet and, ignoring her cries, struggle to raise the pole until it is vertical on the platform. They then lock it in place.

The poor girl slides slowly down the pole moving arms and legs in a most erotic way while shrieking lustily. Audience, excited beyond words, engage in all kinds of sex, gladiatrix and arena slaves kiss and fondle each other, hands rubbing dripping pussies.

After some time the girl's screams turn to soft orgasmic moans, she is obviously dying. Arena slaves roll the platform, with its beautiful load, next to the beheaded girl's remains.

Smiling stewardesses move among the audience offering steamed towels and refreshments. The play will continue in a few minutes.

"Terrific! Did you see her face when the pole went in?"

"No I was looking at her wicked parts. Thank God for the replay. Was it funny?"

"Not funny, exciting. She wanted it... at first."

"Her pussy sure was juicy!"

Middle aged man enters the stage "Hail Domitianus! I beg leave to address the public."

Domitianus, buggering his wife Domitia, "Granted, Master of Games."

Master of Games, loudly, "Romans, it has been said we are not a cultural people. Nothing farther from the truth. That we are a strong, virile race and enjoy manly sports does not mean we don't appreciate the finer things in life."

"Next act will deeply appeal to Roman artistic nature. We'll give you a small, but moving, part of the Greek play 'Minotaur'. The story of Pasiphae, king Minos' wife, madly in love with the sacred white bull of Zeus."

Loud cat calls and boos from the Colosseum crowd. They are not in the mood for Greek plays! Alarmed, the Master of Games signals to arena slaves who immediately bring in an exceedingly beautiful blonde. Hands tied at her back, her collar cable is promptly hooked to a floor ring. Master of Games exits.

Crowd seems to calm down somewhat. Three slave girls exit. Three young maidens, wearing white short robes, enter the stage plucking gilded lyres. They place a wreath of flowers on the blonde's head and sing:

"Fair Pasiphae, consumed by desire"

"To consummate unnatural couplings"

"With the mighty white bull,"

"Has from wise craftsman Daedalus"

"A cow-like receptacle implored"

"To induce her bestial groom"

"Her cunty to skewer."

(Editor note: Betty, a genius of dramatic art, is not much of a poetess.)

Daedalus enters the stage pushing a rolling platform on which a solid, wooden 'T' stands upright. One end of the horizontal plank shows three perforations in triangle. He moves the platform to centre stage and bolts it to the floor.

Daedalus helps fair Queen Pasiphae to kneel on the platform, torso resting on wooden 'T', horizontal plank end comfortably lodged between the queen's breasts. He next locks her spread knees to the platform, lower legs sticking out of it.

Daedalus signals the lyre players who promptly shed all their clothes and come to his aid. He gives them three long skewers and explains to the eager girls how to fasten the queen safely to the cow imitation. Daedalus exits.

With girlish exuberance, the solicitous girls proceed to run one skewer through Pasiphae's left breast, past one of the holes in the wooden plank and then through her right one. Giggling they try to tell their screaming queen it is all for her own good as the mighty battering of her lover would dislodge her from the cow disguise otherwise.

Now the queen's breasts are safely in place, it is an easy matter to stick in the other two skewers. Good thinking shedding their pretty white robes, their arms and breasts are spattered with queenly blood! The girls remove the queen's red collar and stand back to contemplate their handiwork.

The queen may not look cow-like, but she is a pretty sight! Wooden 'T' almost completely hidden, the beautiful blonde kneels, apparently unsupported, beautiful breasts enhanced by cruel skewers and nether charms completely accessible. Her face reflects a mixture of pain and lust that excites the girls' passions. They caress and kiss their queen, a bold gal licking her, oh so available, beauteous vagina. Queen's moans turn from pain to desire.

"Sisters, sisters, the white bull of Zeus comes. Let's flee while we can!"

A man, naked except for platform shoes, white bull-like headdress and belt with a long tail hanging from it, enters stage. Enormous, testicle shaped, compressed air containers hang between his legs and he wears a thick artificial penis. Nearing the blonde, he fiddles controls in his belt and his phallic device increases in size.

The white bull walks around queen Pasiphae uttering lusty bellows. Sniffing the queen's hind quarters, his tongue snakes out and starts to lick her pink arse hole. His enormous penis stiffens immediately.

After some passionate bull-bellows the man presses the tip of his prosthetic phallus to the blonde's pussy. Her cunt is well lubricated but the dildo is too thick. He gently twists and rubs until, finally, thanks to the blonde's increasing excitement and lubrication, the tip gets in. Relentless pushing achieves complete insertion, vagina stretched to bursting point.

He starts to pump, first slowly but later with a brisk rhythm. Most of the energy is absorbed by the skewered girl's breasts and her moans are mostly from pain. Increased lubrication and continuous titillation of her clitoris turn them into pure lust.

The man stops pumping. Overcoming cruel pain in her breasts, the girl pushes back wanting the enormous phallus fully inside again. The man gathers juices from her dripping cunt and massages her arsehole, wetting and stretching it until two of his fingers can get in. He then resumes pumping while moving his fingers inside her anus. The girl's moans increase in pitch, a loud cry heralds an enormous orgasm, then another and another... The girl is exhausted, the man panting. He withdraws his artificial phallus leaving her vagina obscenely open.

Rested, the man massages and stretches the blonde's arsehole. He then presents the dildo to her anus. Cries of pain greet each intent of penetration but patient work and extra lubrication finally achieve the desired result. She, in the grip of tremendous sexual excitement, helps in the sodomy.

The enormous phallus finds great resistance penetrating the unlubricated channel and its movements are transmitted to the poor girl's skewered breasts. She cries in tremendous pain but betraying an undercurrent of sexual desire. Her anal muscles finally adapt to the rude invasion and sodomy proceeds at a faster pace.

The blonde's moans are now from undiluted sexual passion. The enormous thick dildo withdraws almost completely before plunging again fully inside her bowels. She cries in ecstasy, another orgasm coming. The man touches controls on his belt and continues pumping. Each time his phallus withdraws it seems to be longer. The blonde, near orgasm, begs for more and the man increases his tempo. She cries an earth shattering orgasm. Sodomy goes on and on, an increasingly longer shaft magically disappearing again and again into the sex mad girl.

Uttering animal bellows, the white bull of Zeus mounts savagely queen Pasiphae. Its enormous, bestial penis comes out of her anus tinted in blood to ram it in again. Pasiphae screams hysterically, blood forms a red puddle under her pussy. The queen shrieks a last, shrill scream and her head drops, blood dripping from her mouth.

The bull slowly withdraws his thick, long penis. Centimetre by centimetre his metre long, red smeared shaft is shown in all its majesty. Pasiphae's bloody anus, grotesquely distended, drips semen and blood on the floor.

A roar of applause fills the theatre. Audience cries itself hoarse cheering. The actor, who has played Zeus's bull so realistically, bows holding his pneumatic, artificial phallus to one side. He bows many times before the audience calms down.

Daedalus, helped by arena slaves, unbolts the platform from the floor and exits the stage. The girls wipe the blonde's face clean and comb her hair. Satisfied they happily turn the platform around showing proudly its occupant to the audience, they then roll it to a place next to the impaled girl. Spot lights illuminate the three executed girls, viewing points show zoomed details continuously.

A short intermission. Towels and refreshments are offered to the audience. Samantha joins Sally and John for a while.

"Hi! How did you like the play so far?"

"Oh Samantha. I have no words! I have never been so excited in my life! And you were great at the impalement!" says Sally.

"Wait till you see me as panther!"

"Hey girl, but you are wet!" notices John.

"You know I am a warm, loving person but when a girl is declared food I can not help myself." frigging her cunt "Oh dear, this things get me so bothered! Oh! Oh! Oh! I must be fucked!"

John and Sally are more than ready to oblige her.

Master of Games, aloud "People of Rome! Domitian, our beloved Caesar, has granted one of the treasonous young women the privilege to test our new, state of the art, cross!" Great cheers, shouts and guffaws from the Roman crowd.

A black, big breasted girl is led in and her cable deftly locked to a floor ring. She is clearly terrified. Three slave girls come in pushing a rolling platform on which a big, 'X' shaped, wooden cross stands. Once the platform is at centre stage the Master of Games himself leads the crying girl to the cross.

The audience watches expectant. A wooden bench is placed on the platform and the girl is forced to step on it. Her lower legs are then tied to the lower beams of the 'X' and her arms to the upper ones. Leather bracelets, with iron rings attached, are buckled to the girl's wrists. Two flexible cables are looped over two pulleys fixed on top of the cross arms. One end of each cable is fixed to the corresponding girl's wrist and wicked, sharp hooks attached to the other ends.

Two excited arena slave girls, moaning from lust, proceed to pierce the negress' big breasts taking care to offer a good view to the enthralled audience. Restraining their obvious eagerness, the girls push both hooks slowly in, each millimetre punctuated by the black girl's shrill screams.

The audience sighs a collective moan. On stage, Master of Games, enormously aroused, takes advantage of the dripping cunt offered by the third arena slave. He pumps himself to ejaculation while she tweaks mercilessly her distended nipples, pain the last push to a bottomless orgasm.

Breasts beautifully pierced, the slaves proceed to untie the poor girl's arms. She finds herself in a very uncomfortable position. The wooden bench has been removed. Her weight rests mainly on her tied legs but arms and breasts, linked by the two cables looped through the pulleys on top, keep her upright. She can lift her body by lowering her arms and so pulling her hooked boobs up but the pain is unbearable. She adopts the least uncomfortable posture, leg sinews straining, pubis sagging down, hooked breasts taking the minimum pull necessary to keep her upright.

Two giggling slave girls now enter the arena carrying a heavy metal bucket from which a long thick dildo sticks up. The smooth dildo is made of copper with a 10 centimetre wooden tip. Its lower end is attached to the bucket with a sliding mechanism for height adjustment.

The girls place the bucket just under the moaning girl's pink, gaping cunt and adjust the attached dildo until twenty centimetres are inside her, ten centimetres of wood another ten of copper. The insertion is easily accomplished thanks to the copious lubrication of the negress' vagina who can not help being sexually aroused by her painful ordeal.

The audience cheers and claps overjoyed when one of the slave girls sets the coals in the bucket on fire with a flourish. Oil flames are soon replaced by a dull red glow as the coals burn.

The heat, transmitted through the copper dildo, reaches the poor girl's sensitive vagina and she starts to squirm. Her moans soon turn to hysterical cries. When the burning becomes unbearable she is forced to lower her arms and pull herself up by her skewered breasts. She sighs when only the wooden tip of the dildo stays inside her tortured vagina but her relief is short lived. Cruel pain, caused by the hooks tearing her tender breasts, compels her to raise her arms and impale herself again on the burning dildo.

The black girl suffers many cycles of cunt burning and breast tearing, her screams and hysterical cries finally bring the audience to a collective climax. The poor girl has no strength left and now just endures the cruel burning of her most sensitive parts uttering pitiful moans and wails that, however, betray an undertone of sexual excitement as the excruciating pain somehow turns into orgasmic passion.

The audience, relaxed, enjoys the stirring view. Steam rises from the girl's tormented vagina and a tantalizing smell of roasting meat pervades the theatre.

Master of Games, aloud "Hear people of Rome! Our generous Caesar has granted an early death to this girl who, although a traitor to our beloved Empire, has given us so much pleasure with her suffering. He himself will use his famous sinew-backed Persian bow to end her painful ordeal."

Master of Games strings a powerful looking bow and sends it, together with a quiver full of peacock feathered arrows, to his master Domitian.

Domitian shows his renowned marksmanship piercing the crucified girl's heart with a swift arrow. Her last scream is unmistakably orgasmic and the Emperor resumes rimming Domitia's anus well satisfied with his performance.

Arena slaves roll the platform with the cross backstage, next to Queen Pasiphae's body. Four exquisitely beautiful feminine corpses make now a most aesthetically pleasing background to the Roman arena.

Master of Games, aloud "Dear people of Rome. There will be a pause in the games now." Loud protests and boos from Roman crowd "Please, please hear me out!" After the crowd calms down somewhat "Divine Domitian has generously ordered the Imperial kitchens to prepare a light snack for us all." Great cheers from Roman crowd and theatre audience.

Samantha joins her friends once more.

Sally, winking naughtily "Sammy, you little pervert. Where did you learn to skewer breasts so sexily?"

"A perfectionist is our Betty. Eat me raw if I haven't put the bloody hook through one hundred water melons these past days! Hope the black bitch noticed my practised hand!"

"She screamed charmingly enough. When will we see you as a vicious, sexy panther?"

"Right after this intermission. I must confess I am very nervous. Kiss me for luck before I go."

"Won't you have lunch with us?"

"I'm afraid not. Must work at getting into the part, and" winking "I'll perform better hungry."

"Can't have you leaving us in such a state! How would you like sitting on this?"

"Whoa! It will relax me no end! Come Sally give me something to lick while I impale myself!"

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Chefs enter the theatre leading kitchen girls pushing trolleys full of food. Big trays carry the golden bodies of two perfectly roasted girls sitting on beds of fruit and vegetables. Beautifully made up heads, attached again to the girls' necks, seem to look serenely at the hungry audience. A delicious aroma fills the theatre and everybody realizes how hungry he or she is.

Food is distributed very efficiently. Trolleys roll slowly down the aisle while Chefs carve the girls' bodies, kitchen help fill plates and on-duty stewardesses distribute them.

A most excellent lunch! A happy audience looks forward to the final part of the play.

Master of Games "Fellow Romans! The two remaining Christian maidens will be given to wild beasts for your entertainment." Loud cheers from Roman crowd and theatre audience "If they survive cruel claws and sharp fangs they will be taken to the palace kitchens to be fried in boiling oil. Let their punishment be an example to all enemies of our glorious Empire!" Wild 'Hail Caesar! Hail Caesar!' from Roman crowd.

Arena slaves, wearing heavy duty gloves, bring in two metal poles and insert them into two far apart floor sockets. They carefully adjust their height and then lock them in place. Viewing points show the poles covered with tiny, wicked metal thorns and that only their sharp tips are smooth. The girls then place a long wooden bench just in front of the poles and leave the arena to return dragging the two remaining Christian girls in.

The girls are exceptionally pretty if somewhat plump. The audience greets them with encouraging cries "Give us a good show my lovelies!", "Hi beautiful!", "Glad to have you here!", "Isn't the brunette a dish?", "I'd rather eat the blonde!", "Yummy, yummy!", "We'll meet at dinner luv!"

Arena slaves display the naked girls to the audience making them turn to show off all their charms. Arms at their backs, wrists tied to elbows, the girls' tight, generous buttocks look particularly appetizing.

Without more ado, slaves make the girls climb the wooden bench, their bums against the metal poles. They are then forced to sit on the poles while the slaves spread open their buttocks and guide the smooth tips inside their anuses. The poor condemned girls smile nervously not knowing what is planned for them.

With an irrepressible shout of delight the slaves suddenly push the girls down on the poles. Their anguished screams bring warm applause from the audience. Only ten centimetres of the poles are inside the girls' rectums but they dare not move: The slightest movement bring unbearably sharp pain as the poles wicked metal thorns tear the poor girls' insides.

The excited slave girls remove the condemned girls' red collars and then, amidst uncontrollable giggles, push the wooden bench from under their feet. The Christian girls' hysterical shrieks increase the cannibal audience's sadistic impulses. Everyone awaits further developments eagerly.

The impaled girls slid slowly down the poles, legs flailing, desperately trying to reach the floor with their feet to stop their painful fall. View points show close ups of their bloody anuses swallowing, millimetre by millimetre, the thorny poles. Their toes finally scratch the floor and the girls manage to arrest their impalement. They stand there on tiptoes, foot and calf muscles straining, crying uncontrollably.

The poor dears are only partially impaled, just enough to make any movement extremely painful and to keep them from injuring the wild beasts about to savage them. Exotic animals are difficult to obtain and certainly worth much more than slaves or condemned traitors.

A delicious thrill inflames the audience. Here come the hungry beasts!

A girl, crawling on her knees, enters from stage-left. She wears a simple panther-eared headdress, claw-like gloves and a thin belt from which a long tail trails but we know she is a panther from the way she behaves. Feline, lithe, sinuous, she is the essence of dangerous, cruel, alluring, feminine grace. Her effortless movements are extremely erotic. Pert, firm breasts, crowned by enlarged nipples, and a glistening pussy, seen tantalizingly between her buttocks, tell us she is extremely aroused. She turns to the audience and utters a surprisingly sexy and melodious roar. Her open mouth shows long gleaming fangs. Obviously artificial, they are so well fitted and realistic that they rather add to her wild beauty. Her transparent, tight fitting gloves hold in place wicked, razor sharp steel nails.

The panther is followed by an equally attractive lioness. Both splendid animals roam the arena roaring and showing proudly their lethal weapons. Now a sensual tigress and an extremely flexible female leopard join them.

As the beautiful felines come near the impaled girls, their scent make them nervous. The beautiful panther, bolder than her companions, approaches the blonde Christian and warily sniffs her crotch. The warm, tempting scent makes her lick her chops. Frightened, the blonde tries to kick but the shifting of weight brings an excruciatingly sharp pain to her anus and rectum. Her shrill scream triggers the panther's instinctive reflexes and her slim paw rakes the girl's thigh. Blood wells from five neat wounds on the girl's shapely thigh.

The scent of blood sends the female predators into a paroxysm of lust and violence. The four of them jump on the poor blonde, clawing her thighs and belly. Lioness sinks her sharp fangs into the impaled girl's left breast and chomps her jaws, purring happily. Panther finds all this very unfair as it was she who had found the tasty girl. She fastens her fangs on the inner side of the bleeding breast and growls threateningly.

The audience is ecstatic, the impaled girl's continuous screams -pole causing havoc in her anus apart from having a breast chewed and most of her body raked by sharp claws- and the exciting, beautiful pageant offered to their eyes -plus wonderful close-ups in viewing points- is bringing them to new heights of lust.

After almost tearing the blonde's left breast apart, fighting Lioness for it, Panther decides she can have a whole one for herself and moves to the girl's right boob. Tigress and Leopard decide, wisely, to taste the impaled brunette's breasts. Both impaled girls are now screaming lustily which adds to the general frenzy. Panther releases momentarily her hold on the cushy breast in order to bite a scrumptious areola when a sudden pull of Lioness takes the tasty morsel out of reach. Enraged she sinks her sharp claws in the moving breast and bites deeply into the areola. Her fangs burrow deep and her real front teeth bite through the poor girl's nipple.

Panther is overcome by hunger and lust. She releases her hold on the bleeding breast and retires to chew the delicious nipple at ease. She stops herself just in time as her sharp nailed hand was reaching for her flooding pussy. Better to concentrate on the preys she thinks. Hey! Brunette's buttocks look really delicious. Wonder if I'll be able to sink my fangs really deep. I may even bite another morsel off!

Tigress and Leopard are having a hell of a time! They hold the brunette firmly with their claws and proceed to sink their fangs into the girl's breasts repeatedly. Fang wounds don't bleed very much but leave cute punctures behind. The brunette's boobs now resemble two pretty pincushions. If the girl gives them any trouble they just push her down on her pole and she quietens really fast. She keeps screaming, of course, but that is, after all, rather nice.

Panther moves behind the impaled brunette and lustily sinks her long fangs into her right buttock. The bite is satisfyingly deep and seems to bring a higher note to the poor girl's screams. Biting off a piece of flesh is rather difficult as she can not close her mouth completely. She should have been less greedy. It could just be possible with a smaller bite.

Just as Panther is pondering her cannibalistic possibilities Tigress and Leopard pull rather sharply from the girl's breasts and unbalance Panther who is firmly attached to her luscious buttock. This is really too much. I'll show them!

Three sets of fangs and claws pull the poor impaled girl this way and that until Tigress and Leopard admit defeat and release, rather suddenly, their hold on their victim. Panther's unopposed vigorous pull turns the shrieking, impaled girl around her pole and lands the lusty feline on her sore bum.

Really cross, Panther watches her three companions biting and mauling the Christian blonde. Well, the brunette is all hers now, she muses. She has always loved eating pussy. Panther kneels in front of the trembling girl's crotch, separates her legs with her paws -bringing her further down on the pole- and sinks her fangs into her cunt. This brings new life to the exhausted brunette who yelps for all she is worth. Panther real teeth fasten over the poor girl's clitoris and she bites hard!

Master of Games, aloud "Fellow Romans. We must spare the poor beasts, they need a rest! Our divine Domitian has decreed the Christian maidens are to be taken forthwith to the Palace kitchens."

Master of Games, wielding a long whip, shoos the four felines out of the arena. Panther leaves with a dreamy smile, bloody mouth chewing happily. The proverbial cat who has eaten the canary.

Domitian, getting down to the arena with chief vestal Cornelia and his wife Domitia "Dear friends. I hereby declare this theatre play finished." Bowing to the audience "If we have pleased, that is our reward. If we have offended, we ask your forgiveness."

Clamorous applause and cheers while curtains close. The clapping becomes wild and the curtains open again to show all actors and actresses bowing. The whole cast looks to stage left and applauds until Betty appears flushed from joy and pride. She bows low to her chanted name and wild cheers. She then proceeds to present her companions while the audience goes wild, clapping, cheering and whooping.

"Dolores: Gladiatrix/Lioness."

"Samantha, Sophie, Helga: Arena slaves/Queen maidens/Wild beasts."

"Juan: Satur/Master of Games/Daedalus/White bull of Zeus ."

"Peter, Meg, Celine: Domitian, Cornelia and Domitia."

"And last but not least" showing the whole stage "Our beautiful Christian maidens!"

Applauses, cheers and wild praise last a long, long time.

Cannibal Cruise. Chapter 2. End.