1 Name: Anonymous : 2008-04-20 05:06
Here is another story by Dante. One of my favorite stories. Enjoy.
FEEDING THE LIONS
The big Continental swung into the narrow driveway, and drove between
the white painted fences on either side of the long paved driveway. The
large farm was surrounded by a dense woods, several hundred yards deep.
In the open fields on either side of the fenced narrow roadway were
horses grazing, and in the distance Cathy could see the brightly painted
buildings of the ranch itself. This private and well guarded upstate
New York Vaginelli Ranch was an enormous spread, which provided complete
seclusion as soon as one got away from the main roadway.
A group of armed guards were strategically placed to respond to
electronically triggered warnings of intrusion, long before there would
be any chance of intruders becoming a problem. The lovely fifteen year
old Cathy felt extremely lucky to be invited out here by her wealthy
boyfriend. Ever since she had won the Young Miss North Bronx Cheesecake
contest by the photo club, and had her picture with that tiny bikini
published in all the papers, she had been moving up fast.
She'd had lots of photo session work, and had lots of dates with men who
took her to a hotel room after dinner out, because they were too mature
to not fuck on their first date. She was too busy making money showing
off her well developed figure and her fully bloomed sex organs to the
eager cameras to finish her senior year at junior high, so she had
dropped out of school, with a solid grade eight education.
She had known that this guy Tony Vaginelli she'd been dating recently
was the son of a Mafia boss, and she'd learned a few weeks ago during a
visit to their mansion that the father collected beautiful women, the
way some people collect thoroughbred dogs, and kept them and used them
in a similar way, naked like sleek purebred hounds. She was really
startled when she had first seen the lovely nude slave women, because
she had never heard of such a thing, but she found it exciting watching
them being totally dominated by their handlers.
Cathy realized she didn't know everything, because she was only fifteen,
but she also knew now that her stupid teachers didn't know everything
either, because they always talked about everybody being equal, and she
could see that these beautiful captive bitches weren't equal, and that
was good because what was being done to them was fun. Tony was a cocky
stud and was twenty-two, but she liked dating older men, and besides, he
was rich and got front row tickets to see the exciting new underground
punk band, Death Fuck. He also gave her a delicate gold ring, and had
her pierced so she could wear it in the sexy secret place that he liked
to kiss her, where only he would know.
When Cathy had visited the family mansion out on Long Island she had
been most impressed with the father's power, with the shocking sight of
the family pets. They were human females, a pair of naked twins who
were Brooke Shields look-alikes. The remarkable twins looked so much
like the famous teenaged actress that the only visible difference was
the size of their full breasts.
They were older than the famous young actress, Cathy guessed they were
already sixteen or maybe even seventeen. They were being walked around
the large mansion on their hands and knees on a leash with their heads
held proudly high, with the leashes attached not to neck collars,
although they both wore them, but to thick rings pierced through the
crotch flesh between their cunts and assholes. Tony told her the
matched pair had cost his old man thirty thousand dollars, pierced and
completely trained. They'd come from a Texas rancher who twice a year
brought his exotic bulls to the stock market in Chicago, and then later
offered his specially trained valuable human prizes for sale to special
buyers at private auction.
Now as the Continental neared the big three stored ranch house, Cathy
saw the same pair of girls, stark naked on hands knees, pulling a small
cart driven by a small boy wielding a riding crop and lashing their bare
asses and swinging tits with it. The naked girls wore leather harnesses
on their heads, and the boy controlled them with reins from devices
clipped onto their pierced tongues.
Cathy felt a curious warm dampness in her panties and a funky feeling in
her tummy as she saw the details of the matched pair of harnessed slave
girls and heard the sharp slap of the leather whip against their flesh.
As when she'd seen them before, the girls proudly held their heads high.
Clearly they had been well trained, for when a single blow of the whip
slashed both of their asses in unison they raised their rears up, and
ran on their hands and feet, moving together with the precision of
pacers, even as the whip continued to lash viciously at their naked
bodies, raising visible welts on their sweat slicked skin.
The boy riding the cart flicked his whip skillfully at their exposed and
inflamed cuntmeat. As they turned and came by the car, Cathy rolled
down the window to fully enjoy the beautiful horse-girl's screams, and
was impressed that as their flared and tender cunts were popped
painfully with the merciless whip, neither of them broke stride. Cathy
could feel a dampness growing in her young loins.
Ever since she was a little girl she had been excited by the images of
women and girls being tortured. At the age of five she had discovered
her father's pornography collection, and sneaked looks at the bizarre
material regularly when he wasn't home. Even as a child she had been
turned on by the remarkable collection of obscene bondage photos and
drawings. She had watched with growing interest as the collection had
grown, both in size and severity, with more and more severe themes
Soon the collection was dominated with drawings of girls being tortured
to death, snuff situations in which they were sometimes even mercilessly
split wide open and eviscerated, or had limbs and heads being cut off.
The drawing collection was augmented as it developed with actual
photographs of violent rapes, beatings, and real torture of captive
women. There was one photo that stuck in her mind in which a mature
woman's vagina, nipples and nose were all pierced with thick iron rings,
and the rings were all joined by short chains, doubling her over
severely, and drawing all three features close together. She still
liked best the drawings of the women's cunts and tits being tortured.
She realized that the pictures only represented fantasy, but there was
one set of real photos taken on a meat packing plant with sides of beef
hanging from hooks, in which two burly men in white butcher's uniforms
and aprons hung a big naked woman up-side down by big steel hooks driven
through her ankles.
In the series of shocking color photos the captive woman had a big knife
sunk deep into her big wet cunt, then she was sliced open right down her
belly and between her big dangling tits right to her throat, and in a
series of thirty-six shocking shots she was gutted alive before being
sliced completely in half then decapitated, just like the other hanging
sides of beef.
The inexperienced young girl sneaking looks at her father's pornography
couldn't imagine how the pictures could possibly have been faked,
although even with her lack of technical knowledge she was sure they
were. The ankle piercing, the slicing of the tight belly of the
suspended woman, the extrusion of her guts, then the total splitting and
decapitation of the erotic carcass, it all seemed too real to be faked.
She could not know that these were the most infamous of real snuff
photos ever produced. Cathy had liked the look of horror on the woman's
face as the knife had opened her belly and her guts had been dragged out
of her. That was when Cathy, at the time just nine years old, had
realized why women were supposed to always look so good, because they
were responsible to be sexy, even when they were being used and abused,
so that people could enjoy them.
She was remembering the feeling she had in the pit of her stomach
looking at those secret photos when the big car rolled up in front of
the ranch house, and as they got out, Cathy saw a naked girl squatting
on the porch. She was a ten year old Indian girl, with a classic face
and shiny long black hair. As she passed her she saw that the head of
her puffed out pubic mound was pierced with a thick iron ring, that was
attached by a chain to the hand rail.
"My Dad ain't racist," Tony explained, "He don't just use white cunts
for slaves, and this proves it. This is the daughter of the chief of a
tribe that lives on a nearby reservation. Dad bought a judge to save
the chief from a long prison sentence, and as payment he took this
little cunt. They breed like mink over there, just to get the welfare
checks, and have lots of pretty little bitches running around.
"This is the third one Dad had taken in payment for favors to the tribe
this year. The problem is where to keep them. The other girls kill the
Indian kids when we put them in the regular holding cages, but he likes
to have them around because of their base animal instincts."
Cathy was impressed at the beauty of the naked cunt-pierced child who's
big brown eyes followed her as she crossed the porch. She could see
from the intensity of the stare that the young girl was sexy, and she
wondered if while she was here she'd see how the wealthy man would use
Inside the ranch house Cathy was surprised at the size of the rooms, and
the plushiness of the decor and furnishings. Everywhere she looked were
the signs of extreme wealth. She was also stuck with the fact that the
walls were covered with color photos of wild game animals. Tony
explained that one section of the ranch was a game farm, with species
from all over the world. Cathy loved wild animals, and was drawn to the
beautifully framed color photographs. For a family with such bizarre
sexual tastes, this one really did things with a flare. There was no
half way with anything they did, including the photographs.
Suddenly as she scanned the framed animal photos she gasped. In one big
color shot, two big leopards were ripping out and feeding on the
succulent organs of a living naked woman they had pulled down. The
camera was close to them, and the big beautiful bitch, wearing only high
heels, and ripped open from tits to cunt, was fighting the cats for her
guts, tugging on them with her hands as the leopards ripped them out.
Shit, this was better than the stuff her dad had. Then she noticed that
in a shot of sleeping crocodiles, one of them had a girl's bare leg
hanging out of its mouth. A closer look revealed that the crocs were
sleeping on a pile of more than two dozen partly eaten carcasses of
naked young girls, with several of them, blood spurting from limbless
stumps, apparently still alive!
Cathy felt a knot of excitement growing in the pit of her stomach as she
examined the explosive pictures. Her hand went to her damp crotch, and
she looked for and easily found more violent scenes. A wolf was ass
fucking a kneeling naked girl in her very early teens as its jealous
mate ripped out the screaming child's throat. Beneath it was a small
picture of an elephant thrusting the end of its trunk deep into the
incredibly stretched cunt of a cute teenaged girl who was skewered
through the asshole on one of the beast's tusks. The impaled girl had
her head thrown back and was screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Do you like her?" Tony asked.
"She's okay," Cathy said, embarrassed to be caught by her boyfriend
being so wrapped up in the real photos of such total and debauched
carnage. "She's a bit of a gumball, and she uses too much makeup."
"I brought her out here on a date last month," Tony told her casually.
"She was a good fuck, but Dad wanted her for these shots with his new
"Last month you were dating me!" Cathy said.
"Sure, Honey, but I knew that time wasn't a real date, I was just
delivering her," Tony said. "I help dad out sometimes, getting the
right girls for the farm." A cold chill ran up Cathy's spine, and she
shook it off, redirecting her attention to the beautifully framed
On another wall she found a picture of a bull goring a chubby naked
woman, and the good looking bitch was spewing shit from her asshole as
the animal flipped her over its head, it long horns ripping through her
big tits. Cathy stood uncontrollably masturbating through her skirt as
she looked at the amazing degenerate photographs.
"Hello again, Cathy." It was Tony's father, who had just come into the
room. "I see you like our collection of animals," he said to her,
placing his surprisingly powerful hand on her shoulder.
"They're very interesting," she answered carefully. "Are these pictures
real?" Just at that moment her eyes caught the most bizarre picture of
all. It was a small color print among a number of more innocent shots.
A naked pregnant woman was being lowered by a rope sling around her
shoulders into a pit of wolves, and as she swung there, she was
delivering her infant, which was half way out of her severely stretched
womb. A large wolf was rearing up to grab at the emerging baby.
"We have a large number of animals here, and they take a lot of
feeding," he answered. "Would you please remove your clothes." She
turned to Tony, puzzlement in her face.
"It's time to feed the lions, darling," Tony said, his expression
changing to a menacing voice, "and we've invited you out to the ranch to
be a guest meal. You see, sweetheart, as of now you're nothing to me
but living catfood!"
A sudden jerk downward by the powerful hand ripped her blouse down to
the waistband of her skirt. "Out of your clothes, you pretty young
bitch!" Tony shouted, as his father easily ripped the rest of the blouse
from her. "Start with the bra so we can see your big tits!" To make
his point he drive his fist in a glancing blow against the side of her
head, clipping her ear so that it stung fiercely.
Cathy bit her lip to keep from screaming, humiliated at the treatment
she was receiving, and she undid her skirt instead of following the
bastard's instructions. These pricks were treating her no better than
the ignorant asshole pornographers she had worked for. Her long lean
legs were bare, revealing the depth of her tan, and she wore red high
heeled shoes, the kind Tony said his father would like, with spike heels
so long that they severely arched her naked foot, and dramatically
affected her entire posture.
In these expensive sexy shoes her tender round buttocks were tightened,
her firm breasts were thrust forward, and her head was set at a cocky
angle. When her skirt dropped to the floor, she remembered that she had
also worn the panties stained from her last period, the way Tony liked
them. Now the crotch of the sheer transparent material was damp from
her arousal from seeing the incredible pictures in the living room.
Tony's father stood back to watch her as she unclipped her bra, and her
unusually large breasts for a girl her age swung free, bobbing as she
pulled the straps over her shoulders and removed the tit supporting
garment. She dropped it to the floor, then slowly slid the panties down
her smooth bare legs and stepped provocatively out of them. Now she
stood wearing only her single long silver earring, her perfume and the
red shoes. She folded her arms under her large pale conical breasts,
and her long blonde hair hung over her shoulders, expansively coiffed to
give the fifteen year old a sophisticated look. Inside she was
shivering with anxiety and anticipation, but outwardly she looked
mature, collected and slightly bored.
The neatly trimmed blonde curls around her pubic mound were parted to
reveal the extended lips of her well developed and experienced vagina.
The father noticed that one of the tender inner lips had been pierced
and now was decorated with a thin gold ring. "Tony, get me the pliers,"
he said. Quickly Tony turned and left the room. Cathy shivered as she
waited, even in the heat of the day.
Tony's father waited patiently, watching the lovely form of the naked
young woman standing before him. Tony had chosen this one well, a
cock-sure bitch with a good upbringing, and a healthy curiosity about
the elements that made this life of wealth worth while.
Tony returned with the pliers, and handed them to his father. "This
will damage the teeth or else hurt the digestive track of the big cats,"
said the older man. He grasped Cathy's decorative gold cunt ring with
the tool and suddenly jerked it out of her, ripping the delicate lip of
the sex organ and drawing blood and a scream. Cathy stared down in
disbelief at the blood dripping from her torn cunt lip onto the white
A warm tingling glow spread through her gut and flushed out across her
belly and chest as the realization grew on her. The pictures she had
been looking at on the walls were real, and from what Mr. Vaginelli had
just said, they were really going to feed her alive to the lions! These
people were merciless killers, and she was going to be just another of
their many temporary amusements. The only record would be one of these
incredible color photos as she was being torn to pieces by hungry lions.
Tony seized the slender naked girl, grasping her arms roughly behind her
and forced her to walk ahead of him through a series of hallways,
following closely behind his father. Cathy expected to be taken
outside, but instead they went downward, at least three stories below
the ground level, and emerged in a large high ceilinged room that looked
like a television studio.
Three walls were a carefully constructed jungle-like setting, and a
perfectly clear glass wall separated a camera area. There were a number
of men and women sitting in comfortable chairs, waiting to be
entertained. Technicians stood ready at the equipment. The set was
well lighted, and behind the glass were four television cameras, three
film cameras, as well as a pair of big view cameras, the type used to do
big Vogue Magazine illustrations.
Also waiting for them were a pair of men in safari costume, dressed
completely in high boots, breeks, beige shirts and safari hats. Each
wore a pistol in a polished leather holster, and was armed with a long
bladed machete. The two actors whistled at the attractive young girl
Tony held before him.
"Holy shit, Mr. Vaginelli, I don't know how you always manage to get
hold of the most remarkable broads for these snuff sessions," one of
them said, and the other nodded his head in agreement. They both ogled
the full figured teenager, running their eyes up her slender legs to the
torn cunt lip, then up across her tight tummy to her unusually large
breasts with their pointing pink nipples, then on up to her beautiful
anxious face. She looked as if she were about to shit herself.
As the man spoke Cathy realized why Tony had first taken her to the
mansion to display her to his father for approval, and why he had gone
with her to the hair dresser, and had insisted she also have a manicure
and pedicure, and had personally trimmed her pubic hair last night.
A woman in her early twenties and wearing the uniform of a nurse brought
a hypodermic needle, and abruptly injected a load of drugs into a vein
in Cathy's neck. This was a stimulant that would allow her to remain
conscious under conditions that would normally cause her to faint. It
would even keep her heart beating much longer than normal, to extend her
life during the brutal attack of the big cats. The drug would be
harmless to the big cats, so that it would be safe to ingest Cathy's
Now the technicians were ready, and the actors took over. Tony and his
father sat back in big comfortable chairs with the others to observe the
exotic snuffing of the beautiful teenaged girl, by both men and beasts.
One of the actors opened the glass door at one side of the stage while
the other pushed Cathy in through it. She had trouble keeping on her
feet in the spike heeled shoes as the man roughly moved her forward.
The cameras were rolling as they brought her to center stage, where a
large tree stood.
One of the actors drew his machete from his belt and whacked off the end
of a low tree limb, three feet out from the trunk. Then he sharpened
the end of the thick shaft sticking out and up from the stout trunk, and
scraped off the rough bark from the last six inches of it, so that the
pale wood was exposed.
Placing the machete safely back in his belt, he helped the other man
lift the naked teenager in the air, and they positioned her delicate
starfish-shaped pink puckered anus over the three inch thick pointed end
of the shortened branch. Cathy screamed and bent forward, exactly what
the men wanted, and they were able to easily thrust her exposed anus
down onto the crude shaft.
Using her own weight to help them, they slid her down onto the peeled
portion of the branch, which forced her young virgin anus painfully wide
as it tightly gripped the intruding and ungiving wood. She struggled
helplessly as the powerful men manipulated her onto the impaling tree
branch. Cathy's bladder let loose as the firm wooden shaft reached deep
into her asshole, and she sprayed her hot urine over the light reddish
sand that had been spread over the studio floor.
The two men holding her thrust her down harder, and her widespread anus
slid over the rough bark, onto the ever widening section of the brutal
branch. Cathy's jaw ached almost as much as her rectum as her shrill
screams flooded over the glass and filled the studio, to the sheer
delight of the audience. They watched in fascination as the squirming
nude girl writhed and wiggled, working herself further onto the pointed
branch until it broke through her colon and worked into her intestines.
One of the male actors lifted her upper torso and they both pushed
downward on her. The center of her tummy bulged momentarily, then the
end of the impaling branch broke through her navel, completely impaling
her, and they gave one final thrust downward on her torso so that now
her feet were able to reach the sand covered floor.
The men backed off to give the audience and the cameras a clear view of
the beautiful naked young teenager, who stood perfectly still to avoid
the excruciating pain as she was completely impaled on the thick branch.
Her tight anus ring had ruptured, unable to take the nearly four inch
thickness of the lower branch. Her bright red blood trickled from her
pierced navel, down her lower tummy and down the tree trunk below the
Cathy now stood with her back to the tree like a live meat popsicle,
waiting for the big cats to come in and feed on her. Both she and the
audience were now ready for the brutal action which they had all been
invited to experience, from different perspectives, the delightful
fifteen year old Cathy being eaten alive by a pair of big cats. Mr.
Vaginelli pressed a button on the armrest of his chair, and a heavy
wooden door near the back corner of the stage opened. After several
seconds of virtually total silence, the deep throaty growls of big cats
were heard, then one at a time the two lions ambled heavily out into the
bright lights. Suddenly Cathy screamed again, and the cats froze, and
studied their freshly impaled and living meal.
In all her life Cathy could remember perspiring only two or three times.
She was always cool in the tightest situations. It was simply not in
her nature to "glow", as some of her girlfriends had often done,
especially when there were cute sexy boys around. Now the sweat was
streaming from her forehead, from her armpits, from between her big tits
and down her back. This was really happening to her. There were really
cameras behind that glass, and there were really people sitting watching
There really was a rough wooden branch attaching her to that tree in
this bizarre studio, and it really was sticking up through her ruptured
bum and out through her belly button. In confronting her were two real
lions, huge beasts, a male and a female, and she realized with growing
terror that this horror was really happening to her, that these
ferocious big cats were really going to rip her tender young flesh
apart, and they were really going to eat her alive, for the cameras and
the entertainment of the people watching from behind the safety of the
In a sudden panic Cathy heaved with her legs, using all her strength as
if she could lift herself off this offending impaling wooden shaft
holding her standing in front of the tree. She managed to push herself
right up onto her tiptoes, but was more than a foot short of her
objective. The resulting unbelievable jolt pain shot through her
beautiful young body, forcing her to again stand perfectly still. She
couldn't move a muscle without feeling as if the shaft through her were
ripping at her guts, and tearing at her punctured stomach muscles. Her
new scream was not of terror or horror, but of total anguish.
This was the sound the experienced lions were waiting for. The fresh
female human in front of them was not likely to struggle, because she
was now resigned to experience her fate. The big cats were well
trained, and were not, as Cathy thought, particularly hungry.
The incredible photo and tape library already featured a large number of
differently staged feedings, featuring the famished cats brutally
ripping apart naked women. Today the intention was quite different: it
was to produce a demonstration of the trained cats systematically
playing with the impaled victim, to discover if, with the right
circumstance, the woman would react like a mouse which had been captured
by a domestic cat.
Cathy had been carefully selected. With the help of the drugs, would
she become oblivious to the pain and fear she was experiencing, and
become docile, or would she scream and struggle to the very end? The
only way do find out was to do the exciting experiment with a living
girl. Because of her impalement the cats did not go through their
ritual hunting motions, but instead approached her directly. They were
so close she could smell the musty hair and their sweet acrid breath.
The tigers were enormous. She watched in fascination as the male moved
close to her and brought his huge muzzle up to her crotch, sniffing the
blood from her damaged cunt lip where the gold ring had been torn out.
She opened her mouth wide and held her breath, ready to scream as the
animal's large rough tongue ran across her delicate cunt, tasting her
blood and her fear.
She was shocked to feel the coldness there when the warm tongue moved
away. Suddenly the jaws were opened wide, then they closed on her pubic
mound, taking her whole cunt into the huge mouth. Cathy felt stunned as
she realized the animal's fangs and teeth had pierced her flesh, and she
rediscovered horror when the beast twisted its head to the right, to the
left, then pulled its massive head back, the jaws still firmly locked,
ripping her whole sex organ from her crotch!
The male moved aside to savor the tasty morsel, and the female cat
thrust her muzzle into the bleeding crotch. Carefully she got her teeth
into the inner cock gripping muscle of the ruined cunt, and drew it out.
With it came Cathy's uterus, and the audience roared their approval as
the lovely young girl was so effectively neutered.
The staff psychologist and the head animal trainer had guessed right
about the young beauty queen they had selected for Tony to bring in.
Cathy looked down in amazement at her totally cuntless crotch, then over
at the big cats who had taken their succulent prizes aside. A twist of
intestine appeared in the fresh hole in her crotch, and it very slowly
began to grow, almost imperceptibly. The lions licked the blood from
the succulent organs they had claimed, then left them aside to give
their attention to their living toy. The male reared up, facing Cathy,
who stood on her impaling shaft with her knees slightly bent since she
had sunk slightly further onto the thick branch.
Her buttocks were now completely jammed onto the thick wooden shaft of
the tree branch, with the rough bark scraping her ruptured anus, and the
bloodied sharpened end standing out obscenely through her impaled navel.
She was completely at the mercy of the cats and their handlers, who she
knew were unlikely to show her any mercy.
Cathy stared blankly at the huge cat as it contemplated her full
breasts. This animal knew well the human female breast, as it had
extensive experience with them from both training sessions with older
bitches with sagging tits, and from participating in special shows and
photo sessions with the young naked girls and women with firm full and
bouncy tits. The lions had developed a taste for human tit meat, and
they were about to feast on a fresh supply.
The male lion placed its rough forepaws on the big firm tits, flattening
them painfully against Cathy's ribs. The big mammaries provided ample
resistance, so he batted a huge paw against the side of one of them, and
watched with delight as it bounced. The carnivorous hunter slapped the
other big tit harder, and they both bobbed wildly.
In rapid succession the big cat whacked the jiggling boobs, unconcerned
about the bruising, scraping, and then slashing that resulted. The cat
kept up the horrible barrage on the mangled mammaries until Cathy was
again screaming at the top of her lungs. The female lion joined in on
the violent game, and she was much rougher than her mate on the still
She slapped with her sharpened talons extended, and with each blow she
cut deep gashes through the violently bouncing boobs, quickly ripping
them apart. For good measure, she slapped at the beautifully screaming
girl's head, being careful not to break her neck, but skillfully
breaking her nose and slashing open her cheek and jaw. A signal on the
ultrasonic whistle which only the cats could hear gave them permission,
and they grabbed the ripped and bloodied breasts in their powerful jaws,
and easily ripped them off Cathy's chest, exposing her curved white
ribs. They threw their heads back and in unison swallowed the fresh
female breast meat whole.
Now the female cat grabbed Cathy's left arm just below the shoulder, and
digging her teeth firmly into the bone, she began jerking the arm up and
down, then twisting it, as if trying to rip it off. Ignoring the
restriction of the impaling branch, Cathy squirmed and twisted in a
counter motion, trying to escape the horrible hold on her arm. This
caused more damage to her tree limb punctured belly, but the struggling
girl seemed to be oblivious to this.
Her twisting movements caused more of her intestine to squirm out of her
ruined crotch, until a couple of feet of gleaming and steaming gut was
exposed. Meanwhile the male dug its huge fangs into Cathy's right
buttock, taking the whole tight muscle into its jaws, and with half a
dozen tugs, managed to rip off a huge butt steak. As it took its prize
over to where it had left her cunt, the female managed to rip the arm
completely out of the socket, and took it to her hoard pile.
Then the two cats worked together, and grabbed her tummy in their
powerful jaws. Cathy gamely beat at them with the closed fist on her
remaining arm, but went unnoticed. She felt her strength going quickly
from loss of blood, but still she battled. By pulling and shaking their
huge heads, they managed to pull open the still conscious girl's belly.
The results were devastating.
With the stomach muscle pulled wide apart, her intestines were now free
to slither out of her, and this is exactly what they did, dumping slowly
into a steaming pile in front of the lively impaled bitch. Cathy was
far from finished. She writhed and squirmed in her agony, watching
herself come apart.
The lions sat back and watched the girl's innards slide slowly out, and
appeared to be amused as the one armed titless and cuntless girl danced
in her agony as she literally unloaded her guts. The female cat moved
over to her hoard of fresh girl parts and began chewing on the ovaries
as she watched the struggles of the impaled victim. When the action of
the young human victim slowed down, she and the male moved up to Cathy
again and began pulling her organs out of her, completely eviscerating
the living carcass.
It was only when the big male grasped and bit into her still beating
heart that the game young girl succumbed to the incredible attack for
the entertainment of the audience and for the cameras. When her head
slumped, the satiated cats lost interest in the dead carcass of the
lovely young girl and wandered off to their den.
Tony and his father led the guests upstairs to the bar where they
entertained them with the spectacle of a giggling naked little six year
old girl playing fearlessly with a large boa-constrictor. The
attractive child stopped giggling when the snake wrapped itself around
her and began crushing her bones. Because she was so small it just
broke her arms and a few of her ribs, then began the interesting and
highly entertaining process of ingesting the naked little girl whole and
The child screamed and the audience applauded as the huge snake spread
its jaws over her head and began the slow but immensely entertaining act
of swallowing her whole. The innocent naked child kicked her little legs
and sprayed hot piss from her painted and gaping little cuntlet as the
snake patiently and irreversibly worked its gaping jaw over her
shoulders and then her chest, its whole tubular body stretching to fit
over her uselessly struggling form. While the guests watched the fun,
the staff cut a Baron of Human Female Venison roast from Cathy's one
undamaged hip to serve for dinner later that evening.