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PART THREE PART FIVE

'This weekend' was a damn lie, apparently.

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"Duration of application, as well as intensity and location." The presenter announced, trailing the contacts of his prod lightly over Billie's stomach, the low setting causing her to shiver and involuntarily twitch away from it. "From barely above a tickle and a warning at the low end, to punishment shocks, right up to a lesson in one application."

He adjusted the settings and forcefully applied the prod to Billie's breast, the contacts sparking and arcing as he pushed them into the soft, sensitive flesh and held them there as Billie jerked, smoke rising from her breast. "And here, we have a lesson. She certainly won't do THAT again, even if it's just volunteering to be shocked!"

The crowd laughed at the joke, then again as the prod was removed partially from Billie's flesh. Partially, because the contacts had stuck to the skin they'd burned and had to be torn free.

The prod was then applied to her pussy, the sudden shock making her jump, then again as a shap jab to each thigh, causing her to wobble on her feet. "The additional benefit of this method is that you're affecting the nerves directly, rather than simply causing pain and the subsequent reaction. This means that with one tap..." He turned Billie side-on to the crowd, reaching around to rest the tips of the prod against her lower spine. "Here, for example, you can get a very large reaction." He triggered the prod, causing Billie to jerk and twitch away from it, then crash to the ground as her legs locked up.

Billie groaned as she climbed back to her feet, smiling at the crowd as she took up her position again with only slight trepidation, fresh bruises starting to rise on her body. She shied away from the presenter as he approached again, before forcing herself to straighten up and offer herself to him.

"She's learning already, after only a short time. If even this dumb slut can learn, think about how your wives, daughters, and slaves could benefit? And not just them; you could use it to train and educate employees; a godsend for the fast-food industry. Turnover will vastly improve if you're merely shocked for a mistake, rather than drowned in a fryer and served to customers!" The crowd laughed obediently, some looking thoughtful.

"But this concludes our demonstration for now. We'll be repeating this tomorrow with all-new volunteers, and a final demonstration on the final day on methods of execution. All volunteers, of course, since it wouldn't be Burning Woman without sluts willingly going to their deaths! Let's hear it for sluts, death, and wilful, consenting mutilation!" He raised his arms, and the crowd cheered. "Once more for our volunteers!" He cried, the crowd cheering again as Billie helped the redhead up to her feet to take a bow. The dark-haired woman managed to raise a hand weakly in acknowledgement. "And with that, folks, we are done. But stick around for a little while; take a card, dump a load or two into our volunteers, and maybe test out our products!"

The presenter stepped down as the crowd moved up to the stage and closed around the three volunteers and Meg the Assistant.

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Billie lay on her back in the cooling night air as the crowd drifted apart and away; a fresh layer of cum coating her skin over the top of new bruises and an assortment of minor scorch marks and puncture wounds from the prod. "Man, I love this festival." She remarked, smiling happily up as the final man came over her face, offering a handful of her (nearly) clean hair for him to wipe himself with. "It's almost a shame it'll be my last one."

"You're not coming again?" The redhead asked, lying on her belly next to Billie. "Or are you going to give yourself up to the flames?"

"Only if there's no better option by the end." Billie explained, blinking fresh cum from her eyes. "I want to find some really fun way to go. Burning is, like, so uncool. My twin sister died that way, given to the flames for luck, my mom died that way, and I'd have followed her all the way if I hadn't been in the middle of my first gangbang. I want something fun, something memorable, something dramatic."

"You know you won't remember it on account of being dead, right?" The redhead asked.

"Memorable by OTHER PEOPLE!" Billie corrected, rolling her eyes. "That's why I came here with nothing but a water bottle and my ticket. I don't even have a home to go back to, or even a way of getting there. Nothing to go back to, nothing to trade except my body, and the only thing stopping people from just grabbing me and raping me being my consent." She sighed happily, wiggling her hips. "What's your name, anyway? We've spent so much time together, we might as well introduce ourselves."

The redhead giggled, reaching out to take Billie's hand. "Sonja. Original, right? I hate it. I guess I've been renamed here, though, so just call me Anal Only. Maybe I'll get my name changed if I get out of here; Anal Only Slut sounds pretty good; better than the constant jokes."

"Nice to meet you, Anal Only Slut." Billie replied, giggling along with her new friend. "I'm Billie, I gave up my family so my last name doesn't matter, and I'm happy to be a dumb slut!" She squeezed Anal Only's hand warmly, a little cum seeping out from their pressed-together palms. "It gets pretty cold out here at night, though. Want to cuddle up so we don't freeze like a couple of losers? I'll let you be little spoon while your brands heal, and I think that other lady has been dragged off by her husband anyway."

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This took far too long to get down on page. I'm sorry if my two readers got impatient waiting for this, but there's no point forcing out terrible writing.