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PART FOUR HAS BEGUN.
There will definitely be more. I make no promises as to when, but it will happen at some point.

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Billie yawned and stretched, opening her eyes. Roughly half a second later, she regretted that and shut them again, covering her face with her arm. "Owww. Bright. Hurts!" She mumbled, rolling over before opening her eyes a little bit, facing away from the rising sun.

"Of course it's bright, you dumb slut, you're in a fucking desert! It's morning!" Came a voice from beside her, accompanied by poking her breasts. "About time you woke up, though. You've been pinning me down for half the night, and snoring!"

"S-sorry..." Billie mumbled, rolling over again onto her front and struggling to get her legs under her. "Desert. 'S cold at night. 'M not a morning person." She yawned again, getting up onto all fours and crawling to the edge of the stage to look for her water bottle. On finding it, she popped the lid open and sniffed. "Huh. Full of cum. At least someone left me something for breakfast..."

Anal Only Slut sniggered, sitting up and stretching as she watched Billie guzzle the litre bottle's contents straight down. "You're as greedy as you are dumb, slut. You got any plans for today?"

Billie licked the last few drops from the neck of the bottle and swallowed, then shook her head. "Not really. I was gonna wander around again, cover some ground, see if I can grub something to eat at some point. I'm kinda hungry now, but no point trading a limb for food if I'm just going to bleed out after and die as just another nobody in the sand."

"You didn't bring any emergency cash? Not even anything on your phone?" Asked Anal Only, shaking out her long red hair.

"Nope. No money, no phone, no clothes, no tent, no food, just my ticket and the bottle." Billie explained, waggling the bottle for emphasis. "I'm gonna die her anyway, I just want it to be something big and memorable so it means something. Not just another bleeding corpse or a mid-festival burner, y'know? Everyone remembers the first few giving themselves up to the flames, the last few smouldering bodies at the end, but not the ones keeping it lit on a saturday morning. They remember the girls torn in half in a tug of war, not the ones bleeding into the sand after playing with knives, or trading their legs so their family can eat lunch, or that fell over in a crowd and got trampled flat." She sat on the edge of the stage, letting out a sigh. "I bet most of the festival is asleep at this point anyway, though, but it's a great time to cover ground if we want to be somewhere else before the fun starts again."

Anal Only blinked in surprise at the monologue. "Wow, you're really committed to this, aren't you? I guess I'll go with you for a while; I didn't think this far ahead, and I think the guys I came with assumed I died back there." She paused thoughtfully, looking down at herself. "I guess the old me kind of did. I'm Ruined Anal Only Slut now." She added, cupping her ruined, burned, and scorched breasts. "But at least the crowd will remember us, right?"

"Yeah!" Billie exclaimed, perking up and hopping off the edge of the stage. "We just need MORE, y'know? Let's go walk anyway; first priority is getting more water, so I don't die of that. Super embarrassing to dehydrate here."

Anal Only giggled at that, climbing to her feet and heading to the back of the stage. "I'll grab my bottle, then. As for this..." She hefted a small bundle of fabric in one hand. "Last night's outfit. But with my boobs ruined and my pussy sealed behind this plate, I guess there's nothing to hide any more."

Billie waved a hand dismissively, wandering around the stage. "Just ditch them. It's way more free like this, and it saves time tearing them off you next time when someone wants to rape you. At least, that's my experience with clothing; once I got old enough to catch the attention of boys, I just stopped trying to block access. Most were too nervous to do anything but look and maybe grab, and the ones who really were going to do anything weren't going to be stopped by a few layers of fabric. My Daddy always said that if a man had to use a knife to find my pussy, he'd probably just stick the knife into me after."

Anal Only considered that for a moment, then dumped the bundle into a still-smouldering brazier. "Good point. It's Burning Woman, after all. I'd say free the nipple, but I think I'm fresh out of those." She reached out and took Billie's hand, stepping closer to her. "Adventure, and a meaningful death! At least, one for you. I'm not so sure I want to die here myself. I kind of like the idea of carrying on like this..."

"Adventure!" Billie cried, starting off along the street of cleared sand. "And a death more meaningful than THAT one." She gestured with her bottle to a woman lying in the road in a circle of bloodied sands, a pair of thick tyre tracks through her torso. "Crushed by the garbage truck because she didn't get out of the way."

"More like couldn't." Anal Only replied. "Look at her legs; she must have barely been able to crawl with them broken like that, and her arms tied behind her."

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Just FYI, there won't be much loli/pedo stuff in this. I'm just not into kids.