Approaching my family I was amazed to find my kids laughing as they threw darts — not at a dart board, though there was one available for practise, but at a couple of naked teenagers manacled to red wooden boards bordered by white lamps. The signs on these boards read ‘Deadly Darts’.

“I thought you disapproved of this, darling?” I questioned my daughter.

“Well… I do… But Dad, these two are Eliza and Josh, the kids who were bullying my friends at school. The man over there,” she gestured to the barker, “told us they were arrested a fortnight ago. I wondered why they disappeared from school.”

“See, girls can get that primal urge too,” I replied with a smile.

“Show me your best shots then kids,” I said, rubbing my hands together and turning to face the rebels. My wife paid for two more ends of arrows and dished them out.

Eliza and Josh looked at us with anger in their eyes. They were having a bad time, light trickles of blood running down their bodies from innumerable dart holes, but they weren’t yet so drained as to be hanging from the silver restraints around their necks.

My daughter threw first, stepping up to the oche about eight feet from Eliza.

“These ones are for my friend Ginny,” she spat at Eliza before throwing her first dart.

Eliza reflexively closed her eyes and breathed through clenched teeth as the dart lodged in her upper arm. She obviously didn’t want to give my daughter the satisfaction of a scream.

The second dart landed at a slight angle over Eliza’s ribcage and bounced out, falling to the ground and leaving only a scratch. Eliza opened one eye, and then grinned at my daughter.

Rattled by this failure my daughter took time to adjust her stance for her final throw. Eliza closed her eyes again, but it didn’t matter.

“Bullseye!” I shouted. “Well… girlseye really.”

Eliza couldn’t suppress a scream this time, and everyone turned to look at the dart protruding from her left eye socket.

“Help, please, please take it out,” she pleaded, trying to move her hands towards her face, in her panic forgetting that she was manacled.

“Not yet,” said my son with excitement, “it’s my turn first.”

While Eliza squirmed and sobbed my son threw his first dart at Jake. It was a clean, firm shot, and the dart found its way between Jake’s ribs into his right lung causing him to gasp in pain. The second dart followed the first, a little nearer to Jake’s heart.

“Going for the treble?” I asked my son.

“Did you know he touched my friend Janet without her permission?” said my daughter, turning to my son. “It would be poetic justice if he paid the price for that.”

My son was happy to oblige, forgoing his treble. The third dart skewered Jake’s cock near the base, and he wailed in agony, it being the most sensitive part of his body.

“This is the best part,” my son said grinning as they went over to remove their arrows. “We get to play!”

He took his time wiggling the arrows in Jake’s chest before slowly removing them and watching Jake’s reaction. Then he grabbed the arrow in Jake’s cock and forced it further in. Jake’s howls were immense, but his cock also couldn’t help but harden at the sensation.

As he wiggled the arrow my son got close to Jake’s face and whispered, “This turns you on doesn’t it Jake? Well, make the most of it; you’ll never get to put that cock in a girl.”

He yanked the arrow and blood began dripping copiously down Jake’s cock onto the ground.

My daughter picked up her fallen arrow and plucked the one from Eliza’s arm. Then she pretended to remove Eliza’s eye by slowly and gently levering the arrow embedded in her eye socket.

As Eliza squealed and swore, my daughter whispered to her, “That one was for me.”

As we walked away past the barker, I asked him, “What’ll happen to these two when the funfair closes for the night?”

“Oh, they’ll be cleaned up, don’t you worry,” he chuckled. “Make-up does wonders. We need them to look their best for the Walk of Freedom tomorrow in the circus.”