Chapter 5 – Openers & Intervals

The first event, the fancy dress contest, strictly for pre-teens, was now in full swing. Although Melody wasn't so keen on it, it was always a hit, particularly with the older members of the audience. The format was pretty straightforward, the contestant would come on and perform a brief routine, showing off their costumes and bodies. After that they positioned themselves over a stake that rose from the floor of the stage. When they'd been snuffed, they were carried, still on the stake, to form a line at the rear of the stage with all the other fancy dress entrants.

Melody, watching from green room, even if she was glad she had never entered, still felt a little envious of the costumes the girls got to wear . Annie did look really cute in her fairy costume: The skin-tight top, the material so fine you could clearly see the nipples on her flat chest through it, was scattered with glittering sequins that sparkled in the lights. The tiny netting skirt jutted straight out from her waist, leaving her peach-smooth little bottom and hairless crotch proudly on display. Her legs were encased in pure white stockings, ending on her feet with shimmering silver pumps.

Smiling excitedly at her moment in the spotlight, Annie gyrated for the audience. She slowly twirled, performed handstands and splits, and finished the dance by pushing her wand slowly all the way into her bottom, until it could be seen poking out under the skin on her stomach. Melody couldn't help admiring the skill of the television crew, as they caught all this in beautiful detail.

Her routine over, the wand still in her bottom, she positioned herself over the sharp metal stake as it rose slowly from the floor of the stage. The camera zoomed in to capture the moment the tip penetrated her pussy, before the picture cut away to show her face contorting.

As Melody well knew, all too soon it was over. After barely three minutes of screaming and thrashing limbs, the fairy was fully impaled, six-foot above the stage, and had stopped moving. The audience were clapping and cheering enthusiastically as two assistants came on to lift the Annie up, on her stake, and set her beside the previous contestants along the back. Although the audience was clearly impressed, Melody was glad she’d had to wait and compete in another category.

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With the last little girl, a slim blonde princess who’d taken her stake in the arse, being moved to her place in line, it was time for the interval act while the telephone votes came in. The camera panned along the line of impaled contestants one last time while the numbers for voting were displayed.

A pair of curtains swept across the back of the stage, and from above a pair of identical twins, raven haired stunners in their early twenties, descended on a circus trapeze. Their costume was a riot of bright swirls and glittering sequins, but there was only one of it. With three legs and three arms, the girls each had one limb in the middle set, forcing them side by side.

For 10 minutes they performed a near perfect act, working the trapeze, the trampoline, and even aerial silks, all while bound together. After a faultless display of tumbling, they stood up once more, grabbed the top of their costume with one hand each, and ripped it off in a fluid movement. A gasp and burst of applause came from the audience, the twins had been sewn together from wrist to ankle, all down the body, with a thin golden cord.

With the interval nearly over, the audience settled back to watch the climax of the act. From the flies a pair of cables descended, from each dangled a 3 inch thick polished steel dildo. Each twin grabbed a dildo with their free hand then reached round behind. Judging from the joint look they gave, they were forcing the ample dildos into their rectums. As they raised up their hands to show them empty to the audience, their faces, and their bodies, twisted with an intense spasm of pain.

The reason for that burst of pain was soon obvious. The twins were lifted into the air to be flown across the stage, gasping in pain. The dildos clearly had some diabolical device to stop them from sliding out again.

As they swooped low to the stage again, they reached out, with perfect timing, and grabbed three rings that were fixed to the floor. The ropes grew taut, trying to lift them, but, despite a pain so extreme they were screeching in glorious unison, they held on tight. With a gristly shlurp, the dildos flew out of their arseholes and into the air in a bloody arc. The twins legs fell towards the audience, leaving them flat on their stomachs, the lacerated remains of their once trim bottoms now on full display. The dildos, revealed as covered in long steel spikes, and now also covered in strips of flesh and intestine, flew back out of sight.

The audience, lapping up this impressive display, cheered as the twins were picked up by a pair of stagehands and carried off. The girls even managed a wave with their sewn together arms.

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While the winner of the fancy dress was being announced, Melody wandered out in search of the loo. She was surprised to pass the bodies of the twins being carted down the corridor, each with a short knife sticking out of their breast.

"How come they've been stabbed, that wasn't part of the act?" she enquired of the man pushing the trolley.

"Oh, with the damage to their arses and half their guts ripped out they weren't going to survive, and it's more convenient to move them if they're not struggling." he replied cheerfully.

"You know. I've never seen an interval act snuff on stage. Why not, I'm sure the audience would love it?"

"Ah, it's the rules see. Only the contestants are allowed to die on stage, technically this is just an unfortunate side-effect of their act." he waved his hand over the bodies.

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The first solo woman to compete, Madeline, walked on totally naked and covered in body paint. Her head and shoulders were dabbed with multi-coloured flecks, her ample chest and belly pure white, and her bottom in bright red. In the centre of the stage was a stout pillar with two pointed foot-long rods sticking out of the top. Madeline climbed a small set of steps and lowered herself onto the rods, one each in cunt and arse. She was screaming long before her bottom came to rest on the top of the pillar, the rods drilling through her guts.

Two assistants strode on, each carrying a circular saw. After no more than a couple of minutes of screeching and howling, Madeline was denuded of all her limbs. As the assistants left, carrying her extremities, the pillar descended until the limbless Madeline was only a foot above the floor. When half a dozen slathering Rottweilers were released onto the stage, and made a beeline for the fresh-cut meat at its centre, there were cheers and laughter as the audience twigged, Madeline had set herself up as a giant meat lollipop for the dogs.

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"Mum, can I have a word with you?"

With the votes being cast for the solo performers, and the interval act, a pair of grannies doing a comedy routine with a set of skewers and a barbecue, in full swing. Melody, with something on her mind, was pulling her mother out of the crowded dressing room and into the, nearly deserted, corridor.

"What is it darling, you look worried?"

"I think I'm just getting nervous, but ... well ..." Melody swallowed "I've never done full pain before. What if I get overwhelmed and forget to perform?"

"Don't worry darling, you won't." Gina's face relaxed now she knew what her daughter's worries were. "I remember the first time your dad skewered my tits while throat fucking me. Beforehand I was sure I'd be overcome, maybe even bite his dick off. I may have been almost lost in torment, but I promise you I never forgot what I was doing."

Gina pulled her daughter to her. As Melody's cheek rested against her mother's naked breast, she felt her tension ease and natural confidence return.

"Thanks mum." again Melody couldn't resist her mother's exposed breasts, this time giving one a playful nip with her teeth.

"Now don't get overexcited and ruin things. You know you'll get to play with these soon."

Despite these words of admonition, Gina found her daughter's excitement infectious, and was having to use all her self-control not to demand that Melody start on her now. She hurried back into the dressing room to distract herself with the noise and bustle. Melody took a moment for herself in the corridor, before heading back in. She might have odd spells of panic, but the excitement was leaving her little pussy dripping.

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There was no surprise in the winner for the older performer category. Getting an unprecedented, but deserved, 62% of the phone-in vote, it was the human firework.

Everyone in the green room had crowded round the screens to watch her performance. She'd arrived with two pyrotechnic technicians and disappeared into a private changing room, from which grunts, whimpers, and the occasional scream had been heard for some time. When she emerged she was walking awkwardly, and clearly in considerable pain, but a floor-length cloak and gold cloche hat were hiding whatever had been done to her.

A pretty brunette, probably in her mid-forties, who’d obviously kept herself in shape, she now smiled cheerfully as she waved at the audience and cameras. The reason for her odd, bow-legged gate became clear as soon as she threw off her cloak. Protruding from the tightly stretched lips of her vulva was the end of a wide cylinder. The sounds of distress were presumably the result of that and the other work that had been inflicted on her body; there were neatly sewn incisions, and odd lumps and bumps, all over her.

The only props that had been brought on stage were a small stool and a swinging frame with cuffs for wrists and ankles to spread a body into an X. The human firework now turned away from the audience, bent over the stool, and pulled apart the cheeks of her arse. A gasp ran through the crowd as the camera zoomed in to her rosebud, from which a stream of silver sparks was starting to emerge. The shower continued, growing stronger, for over two minutes. Her awkward walk was evidently not just the result of a firework in her cunt, her bowels must have been stuffed with a large fountain. The director cut between zooming shots of her fiery bottom and close-ups of her tortured face. As the fire died down, and the camera moved in again, the reason became obvious, the heat and flames had burnt away her sphincter and the inside of her arse cheeks.

She now tottered painfully to her feet and moved to the frame. Two assistants ran on to cuff her ankles and wrists to it, spreading her arms and legs wide. As soon as they had departed small charges under her skin began to go off, each crack causing a lump off flesh to fly off. After her incredibly stoical start she now began to let herself go, whimpering and gasping with each assault. The studio audience, by now, were definitely showing their approval, cheering loudly when a rapid succession of bangs tore apart her tits, drawing the first proper scream.

The frame now turned through 180 degrees, showing off her back to the audience, and then began to revolve. A jet of red sparks burnt through the skin in the centre of her back, and then began to spiral outwards, drawing a surprisingly loud howl of agony. Even in the green room people were cheering as a human Catherine wheel span on the screens. All too soon a shredded blackened mess was all that was left of her stern. Once again the picture cut to show, in close-up, the suffering on her face.

Now turned to face the audience once more, the contestant set her jaw, obviously preparing for some extreme violation. No-one watching was disappointed. Jets of flame burst through the skin on her hands and feet and began to slowly crawl along her arms and legs towards her torso, leaving black lines of burnt flesh behind them. When the fire reached the remains of her chest a short burst of sparks burst from each nostril before her hat erupted into a shower of golden sparks. The lines of flame, now green, crawled across her belly, burning the word ‘BYE’ into it, drawing an appreciative laugh.

The camera now moved, from a shot of her features twisted in agony, to following the line of fire down her body to her cunt. As it arrived a jet of yellow flame burst from the cylinder lodged there. Everyone was a little surprised at the howling scream the remarkably stoic performer gave. On the second shriek they realised, as her stomach bulged, what was happening. The firework lodged in her cunt was double-ended! As a Roman candle burnt out her cunt, the other was firing explosive charges deep into her guts. The flame turned from yellow, to green, to red, and with each change her stomach bulged larger, the contestant by now reduced to gasping and whimpering, the breath knocked from her.

As the flame changed to silver, a ringing thump sounded through the studio. The contestant’s stomach stretched wide like a balloon, then burst open in a ball of roasted intestines and silver flame. As the smoke cleared, the human firework, like the remains of all the best fireworks, was just a ruined, blackened husk. The audience rose to their feet as one.

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.