An excited hush fell over the otherwise raucous crowd as they realised what was going to happen. The Krampus danced and taunted their victim some more to give everyone an opportunity to catch up and find a space from which they could watch then two of the fire-breathers took swigs from their jugs and held the torches up to their mouths but instead of launching their fire-balls up into the air this time, they spat them towards the pyre, aiming low so that they would hit the wood and kindling rather than the girl herself since they did not want the show to be over too quickly for their viewing public. As real as the deaths were, this was still a performance after all!

The crowd cheered as the flames began to dance, lapping at the girl’s legs below the knee and causing the ropes to begin to smoulder. The two beast-men then moved to the back of the fire and launched more fire-balls and this triggered the chain reaction of blue flames dancing across the surface of the fuel-soaked coals in the roasting pit then set light to the cloth which carried the fire up to the grill where it lit the coals there too, ready to cook the meat of the dressed-out teen whose carcass was currently draining. Of course Zahra knew the roasting pit itself was for her!

As the flames inched higher, burning off the paraffin on her skin but ensuring that the ropes began to properly burn, the tied girl’s screams became genuine. As willing as she had been to participate, with no regrets about volunteering even as her reddened and blistered, being burned alive was still incredibly painful and she no longer had to simulate her reaction. As the flames passed her crotch and reached her swollen belly, she could feel the paraffin inside start to bubble. The fire was singing her nipples now. She knew the moment she had been warned about had to come soon. As she recognised what felt like an enormous burp rising in her chest, she tilted her head back, looking up at the starry sky which even then, seconds from death and in unbelievable pain, she found beautiful. She opened her mouth wide and let the vapour erupt, catching light as it did so and sending a plume of fire up into the sky.

The ignition went in both directions and for a second there was a blinding white flash and when people’s eyes adjusted once more, all that remained of her from the thighs upwards was charred bones with only forearms and lower legs still flesh-covered.

The roar of delight from the audience was even louder and more delighted than when the fire had been lit, those in the crowed, including the girl’s own family and friends, taking as much bestial glee in her violent demise as the Krampus themselves!

Next, they turned their attention to the boy in the sack. The only victim who was not stripped naked. First one of the Krampus untied the bag and pulled him out a little way by the hair, making sure everyone could see that there was indeed a live boy in the bag and that it was not just a prop of some kind. While the boy made a show of screaming, protesting and begging for another chance to prove that he could be good, another of the horned beast-men shoved a wadded-up rag into his mouth with a stick.

The stick, Zahra knew, was necessary because the rag was actually soaked in a very powerful synthetic opioid and that the boy would be euphorically insensible before his head was fully pushed back down into the bag and dead from an overdose within, at most, three minutes, so of course the Krampus performers did not want to risk absorbing any of this potent drug through their skin. The boy continued to thrash and struggle obligingly, his screams now muffled by the rag, as he was pushed back down and the bag securely tightly above his head. A ground of five Krampus now took up clubs and heavy sticks and began to rain down bone-crushing blows on the sack, with only those involved in the organising knowing for sure that the boy felt no pain and was likely already dead. After several minutes as they danced around and continued to brutally beat the sack, they began to jump up and down on the squishy, blood-soaked hessian until it was likely that what was inside would be utterly unidentifiable as the child it had been only a few minutes earlier.

Once they boy in the sack was so utterly pulverised that further violence offered no sport, a brown-furred Krampus picked the sack up and held it up, dripping blood for everyone to see, before throwing it with a triumphant roar onto the fire.

Now it was the turn of the older boy who had been continually whipped and beaten throughout this whole section of the performance and was now kneeling in the middle of the circle of Krampus, his skin a mess of bloody stripes and welts, his nose, jaw and likely a few ribs broken, yet still sporting an impressive erection.

The largest Krampus hoisted him to his feet by the ropes that bound him then, using his hard-on and a kind of handle to grip and holding onto the set of ropes around his chest with his other clawed hand, lifted him high then held him head-down at an angle towards the boiling tar.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” the crowd began the chant with gleeful malice as the Krampus performer made a show of indecision then another roar of celebration came as the Krampus dunked the boy head-first up to his shoulders in the tar, holding him under for twenty seconds or so before pulling him out, his head now a dripping, tar-covered skull. The whoops of glee only grew more enthusiastic as the well-endowed performer held the corpse by the hips, bent it forward and proceeded to brutally violate the dead boy’s tight ass. Zahra hoped that her dad was capturing everything on camera and that he was stood in a good place to film her own desecration and demise which had to be coming soon.

Satisfied that the audience had seen enough and were ready for the next part of the show, the climax that everyone had been anticipating, the Krampus pulled out of the rapidly-cooling corpse and dunked it further into the tar before tossing it onto the fire where it was engulfed spectacularly in seconds. The rape of the corpse had been for the entertainment of the audience and had offered him very little actual pleasure but the next hole he stuck his Viagra-engorged member into would be different. His next victim was warm, fragile and very much alive!


To be continued...