« Hold on tight until rescue arrives ! » plead Tom.
« This is a catastrophy ! We don’t have time for that, the flame carrier will be here in minutes ! » complained Henry, the manager.

Already, Alice was loosing her grip on the cradle. She tried pushing against the sides of the flame tower, to no avail. She tried taking support with her crotch against the tip, but quickly felt it piercing through her pants as she was slowly sinking, and entering her vagina.

By the time Tom had reached rescuers, she could feel her opening getting distended. The tip pushing against her cervix. Henry looked at her nether region with stunned eyes.

Her breath became laboured, when it violated her womb, despite her clenched legs. Her opening getting distended. Henry was screaming.

She could see both rescue teams and the flame bearer in the distance as the tip made its way inside her. No rescue for her nor the ceremony, she realized. Slumping her legs, she gave up the fight.

She could feel it pierce her stomach, her distended pussy starting to slow her down.
« Turn it on », she whispered in a ragged breath, « gas will come out through my mouth ! »
Henry quickly ordered to strip her « At least we’ll make it look good ! ».

The tip stopped in her throat. Presenters would have to make up a story. Rescuers a tracheotomy.
« I’m the olympic flame », she thought.