Chapter 2

Special Pole Performance

So here we are, week after the girls’ arrival to the DAC arena of their school. Why week after? You don’t really think every day of the competition was interesting, do you? But there’s another reason in this case. As on the 2nd day all got their turn to be victims at Dodgeball, they all ended up in the large infirmary, nurses and doctors reconnecting their nerves for 6 days. 2 who were left and couldn’t legitimately become the targets were offered many points if they stood on the column, and as soon as it got up, let themselves be swiped down. So now the whole selection of 60 students is back on the field.

“I want more…” Complained Momo.
“More of needles?” Asked Aoi.
“Yeah…”
“Why?”
“It feels so amazing falling down. It hurts like hell once you’re there but… The infirmary and those painkillers… Awesome.”
“Yeah, that was the best part probably.”
“I memorized the whole moment of laying on those needles sank into me. Whenever I think about their sound when moving out of my flesh, it turns me on so much… But that’s strange! When it actually happened, I hated it.”
“Oh… Ok.”
“Uhh… Why do you girls have so much less to talk about now that you’re here?” Momo ranted again. “Nori, you’re smart. Tell me why I like this!”
“Humans can grow very interested about the inside of their bodies.” Nori answered. “And when you’re falling down you get the adrenaline rush that can be pleasurable. Some people are addicted to it.”
“Uh… Whatever, I liked this one so much I’m really scared I don’t let myself be executed or something. And I wanna fuck like so much…” Her friends didn’t feel comfortable when Momo would talk so perversely, but at least that’s how they knew it was still their Momo.

They were worried about points. From 60 people it’s hard to keep track of everyone, especially when you’re in the first half. To make it even worse, they got only 1 ticker per performance, having the title and the barcode. Apparently, barcodes give reference to how many points they earned during the performance. Since the only athlete there was Saki, everybody but she and Nori were sure they were at the bottom half sorted by points. They needed to fix this.

As they weren’t near a stage this time, Yamata walked right to them with his wireless microphone:

“OK, everybody, listen up!”
They all turned to him, even though most couldn’t really see him from the crowd.
“Congratulations for your first week on those beautiful painkillers! You’ve got yourself somewhat of an introduction to the upcoming events. And now to introduce you to a special performance!”

“What?! Special performance already?!” Wondered Rika.
“Everybody… Good luck in not getting picked… Hihi…” said Ayumi.

“Right there, on the other side of the field…” requested Yamata, “…is a small stage with seats around it. Gather there!”
As they were all walking to there, they were really anxious. Some of the girls were already there because they didn’t feel like waiting for Yamata, so they wandered around. There were seats next to the stage, and in front of them was a strange metal device. On the stage there was already some sort of technician waiting. When they all gathered, MC called:

“The person we picked is Koizumi Yume-san. Over there!” He pointed his finger directly at a dreamy-eyes redhead known for her fetish in Dream House music. And also for taking drugs occasionally.

Our girls sighed from relief, and Momo just added:
“Oh, her.”

Yume was shocked and couldn’t just get up.
“Come on, Koizumi-san. With honor.”

She then slowly got up on her feet and made her way down to the machine. She then turned toward the crowd.

“Take off your underpants and lie down on your front. Put your hands in place for metal locks.”

She was surprised hearing she should take off her underpants. But she did that anyway, because what can she do? She watched these things before on the TV and this is how they sometimes go. She laid down on the metal pad slowly as it was cold. It took her a while to get herself to place her hands where her hands and feet should have been restrained.

The technician then pulled her arms and feet some more and drew the metal over them, producing a clinking sound of the metal bracer being locked in place. She couldn’t move an inch now. Then Yamato started explaining:

“Now, I know it might be a little early to discuss impalement.”
Hearing that, out girls were completely shocked! High schools are usually crueler than middle schools, and never have they seen a person being impaled in front of them.
“Sorry to disappoint some of the sadistic individuals who may be present, but it won’t be fatal.”
Despite it having nothing to do with them, the girls sighed in relief. Of course, none of the mentioned reactions were made by psychopathic Nori. But the most relieving reaction was given by Yume, who was so shocked first hearing the word ‘impalement’ that tears started coming from her eyes.

“About 40 years ago,” continued Yamato, “There was a fetish called Dolcett. It evolved from art by an artist with pseudonym Dolcett. Point was in eating human girls, blah blah blah. Although it was only fantasy in general Dolcett culture, some people have still thought of hypothetic but realistic methods of doing that.

One of the most popular ideas was to have a girl impaled and spit-roasted. But of course, we aren’t going to do that today. Dolcett is a fantasy thing of the weak people’s from the past. We are going to discuss a device made for purpose of assisting Dolcett fantasy, called Mercy 9000, by impalement. Instead of a spitting pole, the pole they used contained complex metal structure at the top. It could become round or spiked, and the spike could go in any direction. That way the person would be able to survive every time, and the pain was strong, but bearable by some people.

That’s why, 1 year after, it was demonstrated on an actual volunteer girl. After 15 minutes it was clear that the pain was decreasing, but she still showed a signal she wanted to get off. So she was given immediate and prepared medical care and survived.

Today the council decided to demonstrate this device!”

Yume was still pretty scared, but at least it wouldn’t be one of the cruelest punishments of the mankind!

“So, let’s begin!” He shouted as he pushed the green button.

As the machine started making elegant noise, Yume’s chin shook below her scared face. The noise was first below her, and then a screen popped out behind her. It showed her insides with support of ultrasound. She slowly turned her head around, not sure if she wants to see what would come inside her. As she managed to turn her head enough, she noticed a sharp silver pole being near her ass. She was whimpering in fear waiting for the pole to enter her ass.

From the watchers’ point of view the pole seemed lubricated, 2 inches in diameter at most, and the spike looked round at the tip. Seeing her moving insides and beating heart at the monitor was the best thing they’ve ever seen.

When the pole entered Yume’s ass, it hurt her a little, but more and more as it had been almost tearing her anus and going deeper in her rectum. Students could see her bottom intestines moving under pressure. But then the pole changed its shape to sharp on one side and pierced through her rectum. Yume released a sudden and strong scream. When the tip was completely though the hole on her rectum, the tip became almost completely round, pushing its lubricated self between her intestines, while Yume had been screaming. The closer it was to her diaphragm, the quieter she became.

“This must feel horrible.” Assumed Ayumi.
“Not too horrible if you’re into it.” Replied Nori. “She’s just shocked, this method doesn’t hurt as much as she screams. Hurts less than giving birth. This is a mechanical masterpiece!”

The pole needed to pierce its way into the stomach not to damage the diaphragm. Yume released another cry. As the pole travelled through her gullet, she looked like she’s trying to puke, but she didn’t. Slowly the pole found its way to her mouth and exited there. The bracers were then unlocked and Yume’s body was lifted up. The girls never seen someone’s back and neck so straight! Yume only moved her mouth around a little.

The medic then appeared out of nowhere. He tied her hands behind her back, her feet to the pole, and the technician fixed something to the pole that entered her vagina making sure she doesn’t rotate around. Medic then injected her neck with something.

“Thing she was injected with,” explained Yamata, “Is for disabling her digestive system. Otherwise she would die until the end of the competition. Oh yeah, you heard me, she’s staying like that until the end of the competition! She’ll be fed and hydrated through blood.”

‘No, this isn’t happening…’ Thought Yume in pain. She didn’t know that within few hours the pain would go away because that device was made just for that purpose.

“Koizumi-san no longer participates in this competition but serves as an ornament. She will be moved to another part of the field tomorrow. You can now get off and examine her. In an hour the Dodgeball practice will be opened and you’ll also be introduced to Closed Scissors challenge.”

All of the girls went down there. Most of them didn’t stay long. Some talked about how cruel the whole thing was and how lucky Yume had been not to have got impaled the proper way. Some envied her and wanted to be a stunning display like Yume was. Totally immobile, with pole through her body looking as something one can’t even imagine. But our Momo commented her own thing:
“The bitch got lucky. Now she can’t be killed.”
“Why is she a bitch?” Izumi implied.
“She’s… just evil. A bully and a molester.”
“Who does she molest?”
“The girls she’d usually bully. At night when she’s with her friends, she’s giving them some forced and hard yuri service. But simply too much for people who don’t like her. And we built a bad relationship this summer when I met her. You’re lucky we’re not near her class.”
“She’s everything but lucky.” interfered Nori. “She will be a biology demonstration subject or something during this school year. That’s how it always is. One doesn’t simply escape this competition. She’s as good as dead.”

Momo had to agree with her, although she ranted:
“But still… I wish I was in her place.”
“Huh?” Ayumi wondered. “This event made you a masochist!”
“But isn’t this amazing? All this fat metal through your ass and mouth! You can’t even close your mouth! You can’t move.”
Others then smirked for a few seconds, before Nori added.
“It reminds you of something else, doesn’t it? Something huge and hard that clogs your throat.”
“Uhh! You people only think about sex!” Momo complained. Although everybody knew that Momo was the only person constantly thinking about it.