Tags: Loli/torture/exhibitionism/exection/snuff/cannibalism


Krampusnacht
By
Edward Hyde



“Excited?” Zahra’s mum asked her with a grin as the bells and roars drew closer, along with the playful screams of those in the crowd further up the parade route.

“Definitely!” the sweet nine year old grinned. “You are going to record it all, aren’t you?”

“Daddy’s got his camera ready!” her mum assured her. “Don’t worry, we’ll be sure to capture every moment! We’re so proud of both of you!” It was Zahra’s big brother Omar’s first time taking part in the town’s annual Krampus Run and Zahra had agreed to be a part of it too, albeit in a very different capacity!

Vision was limited in some of the masks the participants would be wearing so she had been given a very distinctive headband to wear over her woolly hat, something that nobody else in the crowd would be wearing but which did not look so out of place as to ruin the illusion of randomness for those who chose to believe. The headband had a tall cone made from inter-twining spirals of green and silver, much like a unicorn’s horn, a flashing yellow star at the tip and blinking red and white LED lights along the band itself. Hearing the marauding beasts coming closer, the flames from their torches, not to mention the plumes of fire that some were breathing, visible in the distance as the excitement around her built, she reached up to switch on the headband which would serve as a beacon to the masked revellers.

A shriek from further up the parade route told her that the terrifying bringers of festive judgement had claimed another “naughty” child from the crowd. She knew that there would be five in total but the fate in store for her would be certain to make her stand out in peoples’ memories.

The roaring, horned, shaggy-furred man-beasts came into sight, clanking their chains, brandishing fire and switches of birch with which they playfully terrorised the children and many of the adults in the audience. One, Zahra saw, was carrying a large sack that something the size and shape of a child was struggling inside. Another had a young teenage girl thrown over his shoulder, screaming for her life and repeatedly pounding on his back with her fists. This was all performance, of course, she knew that. The “victims” of the Krampus horde were all willing volunteers like herself, eager to be part of the show but giving the performance their all.

As the Krampus performers, all older boys like her brother and young men, all locals who she probably knew quite well but, by design, could not recognise in their costumes came into clearer view, Zahra could not help giggling. In keeping with their beastial nature, the Krampus costumes left the genitals of the performers exposed, although many had smeared these areas with soot or ash to help them blend with their shaggy-furred costumes. In order to avoid any embarrassment, they had all taken Viagra tablets half an hour before the start of the event so that they would remain monstrously erect throughout the parade and, most importantly, the climactic performance. Still, the sight of so many exposed willies on such a cold night, bouncing and swaying as the performers leapt about, lurching menacingly at the audience was inherently funny and knowing that one of them belonged to her brother did nothing to help matters.

Checking to see that her dad had his video camera up and running, Zahra felt her heart beating faster, wondering which of the beast-men who made a show of threatening all the children they passed, some brandishing switches or burning torches and others holding up empty sacks ominously, would be the one to grab her. The parade reached their area and as one grey-furred Krampus with long, curving elk horns loomed close to menace her, Zahra recognised the eyes behind the mask as her brothers and gave him a cheeky little wave. He was not the one to grab her, however. That came a few seconds later when she was momentarily distracted, turning to her mum to ask if she had also recognised Omar.

Roaring for maximum dramatic effect, one of the taller Krampus, a brown-furred beast with a long, lolling tongue and a head crowned with deer antlers, reached over the railing and grabbed her with both arms around her chest, pinning her arms to her side. Knowing not to wriggle too much lest he actually drop her, Zahra obligingly shrieked and screamed in performative terror, kicking her legs as he lifted her over the safety barrier, knocking her headband off and stuffing her head-first into a sack which he pulled closed around her waist then, with a firm grip on her legs, flung her over his shoulder.

Although she could not see what happened for the next fifteen or twenty minutes as the parade made its way toward the “Krampus Kamp” set up at the end of the parade route, in the town square, Zahra continued to play her part to the best of her ability, thrashing around and kicking her feet as if trying to escape, without any intention of actually doing so. A few minutes after she had been grabbed, she heard another scream from a girl who sounded a little older than her. This made sense since the organisers had been very open about the fates of the volunteers and had tried to recruit slightly older children, prioritising young-looking teens. They had actually been a little hesitant about accepting Zahra’s application, especially when she told them which role she wanted, but she had been so insistent, an insistence that was backed up by her parents and brother so eventually they had relented and agreed, on the condition that both she and her parents sign the necessary wavers.

The boy in the sack was the youngest of all the chosen “victims” of the Krampus horde that year, having just turned eight years old, but as the son of one of the senior organisers who had been begging to be allowed to volunteer since he was old enough to talk, he had managed to secure a place.

It was a strange feeling, Zahra mused as she continued her performative struggle, so many months of excitement and build-up and now she would be dead within the hour. Her only regret was that she wouldn’t get to see all of how people enjoyed the show and certainly not hear their thoughts about it afterwards.

She was snapped out of her introspection by a sudden feeling of cold around her nether-regions and she realised that one of the Krampus had tugged her leggings and panties down, leaving her peachy rump and plump lips exposed to the public gaze. She wondered how many people out there were filming or photographing her private parts and the Krampus performers pretended to lick at them with their long, lolling artificial tongues.

Just as she was getting used to this feeling, finding the punched up clothing around her ankles, stuck above her shoes, forming a kind of additional restraint, there was a sharp, stinging sensation as her buttocks were struck with one of the bundles of switches. Then sensation came again and again to the apparent delight of the watchers, until she was sure that her tender rump must be criss-crossed with red stripes. She knew from previous years that those lining the parade route tended to work their way down once the cavalcade had passed their section, following the riotous performance to its climax so the further she was carried, the bigger the audience would be!

There was some respite from the beating as the final victim was grabbed. A boy this time who she knew was actually fourteen years old but looked closer to ten or eleven. Although she could not see, she enjoyed the whoops, cheers and laugher from the crowd as he was stripped naked, as she and the other girls would soon be, and bound with thick ropes before being led along between two Krampus.

The girl who had been grabbed just after her, a petite fifteen year old with red hair, cute freckles and a nice, athletic figure but no tits to speak of, had also been stripped and was being led along by a heavy chain with shackles around her neck and wrists, compelled to keep walking by the fire-breathing Krampus behind her who directed periodic balls of flame towards her cute backside, causing her to scamper forward and yelp adorably every time. At some point, the girl over the other Krampus’ shoulder would likely be stripped too just as Zahra knew she would be as soon as they arrived at the camp and she was taken out of the bag.

The parade finally reached the “kamp” in the town square and Zahra’s, her leggings and underwear still around her ankles, found herself dumped onto the cobbled, straw-covered floor before the bag was untied and she was dragged out. As she knew was expected of her, she kicked and screamed as her shoes were roughly pulled off and her lower clothing totally removed before three Krampus, including her brother, leaned over her and tore off the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked and writhing on the ground before the Krampus she knew to be Omar pulled her to her feet by her hair and roughly walked her, stark naked, her cute little nine year old body totally exposed to the hundreds of people gathered to watch and almost as many cameras, over to a wooden, conical frame in the middle of the square with a chunky wooden T above two feet high underneath.

Screaming and begging for mercy, trying her best not to giggle as she did so, Zahra found herself bent forward over the T which dug into her belly, her hands fixed to a chain which hung from the middle of the frame and a shackle put around her neck, connected to a chain with a heavy iron ball on the end, forcing her to remain bent over. A metal bar with shackles on either end was forced between her feet and locked onto her ankles, giving her no choice but to stand with her legs spread.

From her vulnerable and exposed position, Zahra could easily see the rest of the camp. Fully aware of how many eyes and lenses were trained on her delicate, naked little body, she watched as the girl was was already naked, the flat-chested redhead, was made to climb a pyre before being securely tied to the post in the middle. To the side of this unlit bonfire but seemingly connected to it was a low, stone-sided coal pit with old-fashioned spitting apparatus that looked as if it had been found in a Victorian barn mounted above and then a higher platform with chicken wire stretched across it. Between the roasting pit and this grill there was a thick, snake-like sausage of coiled-up sacking, catching the orange light of the Krampus’ torches as if it were soaking wet.

The laughing Krampus, including the one she knew to be Omar, danced around the unlit fire jeering and whooping, taunting their theatrically pleading victim while another group poked at the sack with the small boy in it with sharpened sticks, seemingly menacing but not hard enough to do any real damage for the moment. The naked teenage boy who was sporting an erection almost as impress as those of his bestial captors themselves, to the great delight and amusement of the audience, was encircled by Krampus who beat and whipped him with switches, chains and bullwhips while close by a cauldron of boiling tar bubbled ominously.

The other teen girl was violently stripped naked as Zahra had been and hung by her feet from a frame near the grill. As she thrashed, wriggled and screamed as her role demanded, the largest Krampus gave the audience their first real “money-shot” as he took a large, horn-handled hunting knife, grabbed her hair to pulled her head back then cut deeply across her throat. He did not stop there, however, as her blood sprayed out to the wild cheers of the audience, soaking the brown fur of his costume and coating his exposed genitals in thick, read, steaming gore, he continued to saw with the knife until he head came away completely. With a roar of triumph, he help it up like a Revolutionary displaying the guillotined head of an Aristocrat before throwing it to his companions who tossed it between them like a beach-ball. He then opened up the headless girl’s belly and let her viscera fall to the straw-covered floor before cutting it free then dressing out her carcass like a hunted deer.

The next focus of attention was the girl on the pyre who had obligingly screamed at seeing the other girl butchered and redoubled her efforts of pleading. Not trusting herself not to giggle if she tried to be too loud, Zahra decided just to watch quietly, as if her spirit had already been broken, until it was her turn to be main attraction. A time that she knew would come soon enough!

One of the fire-breathing Krampus took a swig from the moonshine jug he and the others like him had been carrying then blasted a spectacular fire-ball up into the air, to the oohs and aahs of the appreciative crowd. Zahra watched with excited fascination as one of the smaller Krampus with goat horns brought out a rusty-looking metal funnel with a hose hanging from it, a hose which was forced a long way down the tied girl’s throat so that it must have gone all the way into her stomach. Other Krampus then began to pour liquid from similar moonshine jugs into the funnel until the teen’s belly swelled and Zahra realised the fire-ball had been the performers’ way of reminding the audience exactly what was in the jugs! More was then splashed on the pyre to make sure it would light easily and onto the skin of the their teenage victim, clinging shinily to the exposed parts of her body and soaking into the ropes that bound her.

To be continued...