>>26122
Billie: Part 1 of ?

"So, that water bottle is all you brought?"
"It's all I have, in fact!" The blonde explained, smiling widely. "I sold or gave away everything I had before I came here, and hitch-hiked the whole way! It's a totally authentic experience!" She gestured to herself. "No tent, no food, no clothes, no anything except the bottle to make sure I survive beyond the first few hours. It's so generous here that I'm going to get by on whatever food and shelter I'm offered, and it's not like you really need to eat anyway, right?" She continued, bouncing lightly on her feet as she got into the explanation. "Well, except for the ticket, anyway. Just the bottle and my wristband once I get it."
"You do kind of need to live, but you're not planning on surviving, are you?"
"Oh, of course not!" Billie replied, her smile growing brighter. "My mom did the circuit of events like this back in the day. I was conceived at one, I was born at another one, and she died at yet another one, once she was sure I was old enough to be able to remember it and my daddy could support me alone." She giggled softly, patting her belly as the line moved up. "I had my two daughters here last year, one's at home with our daddy, and the other was given to the fire for luck."
"Isn't just taking a little selfish?" The man asked, tilting his head slightly. "I mean, it's not like you have anything to give..."
"Oh, where are my manners!" Billie exclaimed, turning around and bending over, looking back at the man. "I'm giving my consent up in return for whatever I'm given. Nobody needs to ask for anything, just take it. Would you like to use me? Any hole is good~"
The man reached down between her legs, feeling how wet the explanation had made her. "You're really into this, huh? And you said 'our' daddy? She's an incest baby?"
Billie rolled her eyes. "No, we have different fathers. Rape babies are a family tradition, especially for our first!" She said, waving her hips to and fro as the man fondled her. I don't know who my father was, I have a vague who hers might have been, or at least I have it narrowed down to a few. And yes, I'm totally 'into' this, as you put it. I'm giving myself to Burning Woman, I don't intend to survive the festival, and there's nothing for me to go back to anyway; Daddy is moving house to make sure of that, and dropped me off along the way to start my journey." She sighed wistfully, a hand drifting down between her legs to rub her pussy. "I sucked SO many dicks at that truck stop before someone asked if I wanted a lift."
"That's pretty hot." The man acknowledged, thrusting into Billie's pussy. "Oh, you got fucked a bunch there as well?"
"No, that came later. I got picked up by a bus with a soccer team, and they ran a train on me basically the whole time. By the time everyone was done the first time, they were ready to go again. Even the driver fucked me a couple of times."
"And despite all that, you're still fucking tight. I swear, the sluts in this place get better every year..."

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"Man, that show was really something. I can't believe how many women they burned up in just the first hour!"
"I know, right? Why come all the way just to die straight away?"
"It's, like, giving your all to the festival, you know?" Piped up a naked girl passing the two men. "It's kind of a thing with the atmosphere going on here, you just get way into it and just get carried away. Did you see how the last two were fighting over getting to burn first until one caught fire?"
"Who asked you, slut?" Replied one of the man, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Suck my dick first, THEN maybe I'll listen to you."
The girl looked him over, then shrugged and reached down to open his fly before kneeling down. "Okay, sure. Just don't bother being gentle, okay?"
"I'll be as rough as I damn well feel like." The man retorted, slapping her across the face.
"Mm, thank you." The girl replied, fishing the man's dick out and stroking it with her fingertips. "Why doesn't your friend here take the other end while I'm pleasuring you?"
The other man nodded, slightly dumbstruck as he moved around behind her, pushing fingers into both her holes as she raised her hips for him. "The fuck kind of slut needs to tattoo her name on her back, Billie?" He asked, the sight shocking him into finding his voice again.
"One who wants to be remembered..." She replied, mouth closing around the first man's dick.

So far, so good.
Good luck with writing more chapters. :)

This is absolutely excellent! Here’s hoping you keep it up!

Ooooo, this is fun :D

A bit hard to follow when it's all just dialogue in a vacuum, without even introducing the characters, so it's hard to get who's saying what or how many characters are even present in the scene.

Other than that, sounds quite hot so far, looking forward to seeing where it's going.

>>26123
PART TWO!
I finally got inspiration again. I'm not dead, neither is Billie (yet), and the story continues.

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Billie stretched, enjoying the feeling of the last rays of the sun kissing her tanned skin, the pyre crackling as it burned behind her. "Okay, that was fun. Maybe I'll see you guys around?" She asked, waving to her erstwhile companions as she stepped away from them. "Assuming I survive that long, of course."

The men waved back weakly; their prior nervous energy now turned to lethargy after spending the evening pumping loads into Billie. Billie herself skipped away from the group, winding her way through the loosening crowd toward the nearest edge of the camp. "Let's see what's on offer over here..."

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"Water, water... Aha!" Billie exclaimed as she spotted someone minding a pair of water coolers. She beelined for them, stepping around tents and the occasional patch of bloody sand. "Hello!~" She called as she approached. "Is that fresh water? I've just... Ahh!" She shouted as she tripped over the edge of a kiddie pool, losing her balance and falling face-first into it with a splash.

"Hello." Replied the girl at the water coolers. "I see you found the urinal, and my sister. Welcome to our hydration station!"

"Huh?" Billie propped herself up and looked around. "Oh. Hi! I saw your coolers, and I'm kind of thirsty. What's with the trip hazard?"

The girl in the pool started to giggle. "This is our unofficial Burning Woman hydration station. Free, cold water, and a cute little piss target to check your hydration levels!"

"Oh. Oh!" Billie exclaimed as the situation dawned on her. "Well, we can skip the hydration check; I ran out of water half an hour ago. Cold water sounds kinda nice, but you've got all this pee just sitting around going stale in the heat. Do you mind?" She raised her bottle into the girl's field of vision.

"Oh, no, by all means, go ahead!" The piss target said, waving a hand semi-submerged in the liquid. "I might last a little longer that way, even with my sister moving the shade every so often to help it evaporate a little."

Billie smiled, opening her bottle and dunking it under the surface to fill it, then drinking deeply. "Sip, don't gulp! You get more hydration from it with small sips, and you can fill your belly like that and still be dehydrated!" The target girl warned, waggling a finger in admonishment. Billie rolled her eyes, but slowed her drinking anyway. "Yes, mom..."

The girl at the coolers rolled her eyes in turn. "Sorry, she takes this kind of seriously. She used to do it at family gatherings until people learned to make her shut up by just jamming their dick down her throat. But feel free to hang out here for a while; I'm in and out to keep the coolers topped up, but my sister the 'cute little piss target' as she calls herself will be here all night. Not that she has a choice in the matter."

Billie considered the offer as she filled her bottle again. "Sure, okay." She replied, moving to sit cross-legged in the kiddie pool between the target's legs. "Heck, I might replace you once you finally drown under all this. Or if you need to take a meal break or anything; I'm not really looking to die until at least tomorrow."

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"So, you didn't even bring sandals?" The piss target asked, blinking to try and dislodge a load of cum from her eye. "Your feet are going to BURN tomorrow."

"Oh, they won't!" Billie replied smugly. "I've been training them! We started off with just sandpaper in my shoes and sun-warmed concrete, then sandpaper on a treadmill and standing on hot plates, until finally I was able to walk over broken glass and my daddy can heat them with a blowtorch for a whole minute before I start screaming!" She finished proudly, sipping (not gulping) from her bottle of piss. "And even then, I'm going to die here anyway. Who cares if my feet don't last? I can either find someone to cut them off and give me wooden ones, or persuade some guys to carry me, or I'll just burn on the pyre if it gets too much." She smiled, leaning down to kiss the piss target on her somewhat gooey forehead. "One more before I go; I need to find someone to curl up with for the night." She added, straddling the girl's face again as the queue moved and another load of cum landed on the two girls.

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"Ooh, what does that sign there say? Stun-gun testing? THAT sounds like fun!"

Yay! The fun goes on!

>>27750
PART THREE (first part because I don't trust unsaved data)

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"Stun gun testing? THAT sounds like fun! I'll go check it out!" Billie exclaimed, heading in the direction the sign indicated. As she approached, she came across a small stage with two nude women standing on it towards the back, and a man with a microphone up front.

"We just need one last volunteer, and the lecture can begin. You there, missy! Would you like to help demonstrate the wonders of electricity for the crowd here? He said, pointing to Billy. "Come on up here and help us out?"

Billie considered the offer briefly, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, her long blonde hair catching the sun as she tilted her head back and forth, rapidly-drying cum flaking from her skin. "Okay, mister! Just make sure you don't kill me; I'd like to survive the first day, at least!~" She chirped, setting her water bottle (and only possession) down to clamber up onto the stage and stand next to the other women, hands neatly behind her back and head raised expextantly.

"Well, folks, we have our third volunteer, so I can begin. Now, the problem of disciplining and torturing sluts has been an issue through the ages. Do you use trauma and sharp objects, or do you use heat? Both have their advantages, but the main disadvantage is that any lasting pain causes permanent damage." He explained, picking up a baseball bat from a rack at the side of the stage.

"We'll start with the basics, available to man since before he was man." He continued, swinging the bat upwards to show it to the small crowd. "While easily available, we can also see the issue with it." He swung it, connecting with the first woman's ribs with a crunch and knocking her backwards. "Firstly, transfer of force. We can't repeat it again quickly without restraints, and restraints destroy the illusion that she consents to this. And consent is a key part of discipline." He explained, raising the slightly bloodied bat as the woman clambered back to her knees, wheezing slightly, her short dark hair in disarray from the fall and her large breasts jiggling with the occasional sob of pain.

"Secondly, finesse. With the amount of force required to cause lasting pain, you have to aim carefully and move fast." He continued, swinging the bat down into the short woman's calf, knocking her over forwards this time. "With an inexpert blow that may have hit her knee, destroying it and her ability to walk. Or even her thigh, which is harder to heal properly if you expect her to walk again." He set the bat aside as the woman climbed to her feet again, tears dripping down her cheeks from the pain as she took her position, favouring her broken-looking leg.

"Now, with application of heat, those are less of an issue." He said, moving on to the second woman in line, a pale freckled redhead with the beginnings of sunburn on her face and smell breasts. He set the bat down, taking up a hot iron from a brazier and applying it to the woman's side. She squealed in pain, instinctively trying to move away from the source of pain at first before relaxing into it, her pussy visibily moistening as the man ran the iron up her side in a sizzling caress.

"Less transfer of force for the same level of pain, and less permanent damage." He explained, moving the iron to the woman's inner thigh, smoke rising from the sensitive flesh as she shrieked and panted, breasts jiggling wildly and her juices flashing into steam as they dripped down onto the iron. "However, irons lose heat rapidly." He continued, moving it to prod the woman in the belly. She flinched at first, then looked down with mild confusion turning to disappointment as it cooled to black. "This means you have to either have more irons, or to pause and let it heat up again. Extremely inconvenient." He concluded, setting the iron back in the brazier and moving along to Billie, taking up a metal rod from another rack.

"But there's a third option in modern times; the power of electricity. At first, just a party game or a religious experience, now a cornerstone of society. But Edison and Tesla never thought to develop it further, and use it for play as well as work." He held the rod up, a pair of prongs on the end sparking as he pushed a button next to the grip. Billie's eyes widened with anticipation as she shifted, pushing her chest out and spreading her legs a little more. "Electricity stimulates the nerves directly, with minimal damage and almost no impact. What little movement it generates is from the slut's own body." He said, before demonstrating by jabbing Billie under the ribs with the prod. She jerked with a squeal as it was triggered, medium-sized breasts bouncing with the motion.

"In addition, precision is also possible." The man continued, jabbing and shocking Billie in the thighs and belly, leaving barely a mark on her soft flesh beyond the sharp electrodes puncturing her skin. "As well as prolonged effects." He added, jabbing the electrodes deep into Billie's side and holding the button down. She squealed and twitched, eventually falling down as her legs jerked out from underneath her, head hitting the stage with a thud.

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>>27767

PART THREE PART TWO. I really don't trust unsaved data.


"Which moves us onto the third category of discipline. Direct application to the most sensitive areas." The man went on as Billie blinked awake, getting slightly untseadily back to her feet. As she looked at the crowd again, she noticed her water bottle being passed around the front row, men stroking their hard cocks and slowly filling the bottle with every orgasm.

"Traditionally, this had to be done sparingly due to the permanent damage of older methods. You only had one chance to do it right, and couldn't destroy a slut more than once. He swung the bat downwards to where the dark-haired woman was kneeling, breasts held out on a tabletop. The bat slammed into one generous breast, leaving a dent that started to colour immediately. The second stroke did the same to the other breast, and the strikes continued until the woman's breasts started to take on a flattened look, tears rolling down her face to mingle with the blood from her nose; broken by her earlier fall.

"As we progressed technologically, metalworking became available, for a less damaging and more painful accompaniment to the main dish of physical trauma." The man continued, producing a set of square, forged nails, pausing to stroke the dark-haired woman's hair gently and tenderly as he positioned the nails. "You said you were ready to go all the way today, is that right?"

She nodded, sniffling slightly. "W-whatever you want, Sir. My husband just loves to see me in pain, and I'll do whatever it takes to m-make him happy. I-if you look, you can see the scars where he nailed my tits to a board last month, o-or the whip marks on my back from last night..."

"A lucky man indeed!" The presenter concluded, before waving to an assistant walking over with a hammer. "And here's my lovely assistant Meg! Give us a twirl?"

Meg, the assistant, did as instructed, showing off her outfit of thigh-high fishnet stockings, an under-bust corset, and an assortment of metal jewellery dangling from and linked between her nipples and genitals.

"Good girl." The presenter remarked, patting her on the hip before tugging on a wire. Meg moaned softly, giving an exaggerated wriggle of pleasure before swinging the hammer down. Her well-muscled frame allowed her to drive the nail through the dark-haired woman's breasts with only two strokes, followed by the others as quickly as the presenter could set them up. The woman whimpered, blood leaking from the new holes, tugging slightly against her new wounds. The presenter put a fingertip on the head of a nail, wiggling it back and forth a little, gaining further whimpers. "Now, forged nails are best for this application. Modern wire nails, which I assume your husband uses?"

The woman nodded, her dark eye makeup starting to run with the tears. "F-from a nailgun. He bought it to make a treehouse for our children, but he's used it on me more than anything else after that..."

The presenter patted her breast before giving her nipple a rough twist, the extra pain gaining a mere gasp of surprise against the current level. "Which is fine; modern nails are cheap and convenient, and the humble nailgun gives maximum results for the minimum of time and effort; great for a busy family man. However, they're designed to go in and stay in; cheap, disposable nails for our cheap, disposable society and cheap, disposable women. Old-fashioned forged nails were expensive, and were re-used." He produced a pair of pliers from his toolbelt, digging into the woman's breast before coming out with half a nail. "This could be seen as sloppy if you were expected to be an old-fashioned woman, but something about you being nude on stage with a broken leg, your chest nailed to my table, and your pussy streaming like the blood from your noise says otherwise. So, rather than disrespect your husband's handiwork..." He held the pliers up, the nail catching the light, before pushing it down into her nipple. and moving on.

The redhead looked away from the squirming, crying dark-haired woman, her own juices flowing openly down her thighs as she pushed her modest chest out eagerly.

"Heat, of course, gives us more options for sensitive areas." The presenter continued on, raising an iron from the brazier and applying it to the woman's nipple. She let out a reflexive moan as it was pressed harder, smoke rising, then slowing as the heat dissipated. The iron was pulled back, sticking slightly before popping loose. The redhead gasped as she looked down; her nipple had been scorched off and replaced with a burned patch, fat still sizzling inside the wound. "Such as complete obliteration of the area in question." The presenter explained, switching the iron out for something longer and sharper.

"We can also combine it with techniques of force and trauma, like so." He continued, thrusting the iron into the redhead's other breast, the sharpened tip sinking deep inside. "Of course, if we had more to work with, we could try more here, but smaller breasts are far more sensitive. Especially in this day and age, when large breasts attract all sorts of attention." He pushed the iron in deeper, twisting to free it before removing it just as the tip pushed through the other side of the breast. "But heat has it's own options, and the very permanence of it gives you some. The brands, Meg?" He stepped back, gesturing to his assistant as she took a brand from the brazier, applying it to the redhead's chest without giving the crowd time to look at it. Smoke and steam roase, the girl screamed, and Meg, the lovely assistant, eventually pulled it back and away; the chains dangling between her labia and plugged asshole swaying.

The smoke cleared, revealing a mess of welts over the redhead's chest. More irons were applied and removed, presenter and assistant eventually stepping back to reveal the panting, drooling redhead, the word 'RUINED' branded across her chest and breasts, smoke rising and small flames still flickering. "While thoroughly entertaining, this does highlight the issues with heat as a medium; The damage is permanent. You can only do this once without ruining the effect, and there is nothing more to threaten her with. You can't condition your slut like this, only punish and torture. This, however, leads us onto the wonders of electricity!

The presenter paused for applause before proceeeding to Billie, applying the prod to her nipple and triggering it, causing her to jerk away with a squeak of surprise. "The benefits here are immediately obvious; repetition is instant." He said, shocking the same nipple again, and a third time as Billie returned to her position. "Pain is instant, damage is minor. Even for prolonged contact..." He pushed the prod into Billie's other nipple, holding it there and holding the button down. Billie jerked as electricity coursed through her, the presenter removing the prod after a short while. "... Damage is minor." He pointed to the small seared patch on her breast next to the puncture wounds, a thin wisp of smoke rising. "Now, the main disadvantage is power usage. You're either limited in movement by a cable to a wall socket, or by the current batteries can provide." He explained, handing the prod to Meg in exchange for one with longer spikes, the cord attached to a battery pack on the floor. He held it up for the crowd, triggering it to show a visible arc crawling up the metal spikes. Billie's eyes focused on the arc, jaw dropping slightly as she pushed her chest forward eagerly.

The presenter pushed the spikes deep into Billie's breast before triggering the prod, the arc visible as a crawling red glow through her flesh. He removed it after a few seconds, pushing it in at a different angle and then another one. Billie's teeth chattered as she was shocked, her eyes rolling up in combined pain and pleasure. She panted as the prod was removed, eyes focusing again as her pussy dripped. "Of course, now we have fresh issues. The body relies on it's own electricty to function, and this volunteer slut doesn't want to die today, so we need to stop before her heart stops." He prodded her belly with the tip of a spike without triggering it. "You ARE still alive, right?"

Billie nodded eagerly. "Alive, and ready for more~" She affirmed, swaying her hips.

"Good. Now, this brings us onto the third section of our presentation today; direct genital application." The presenter explained, taking a compact stun-gun from Meg and applying it directly to Billie's soaked pussy. He triggered it after a few seconds; Billie screamed, throwing her head back as the electricity arced into her most sensitive spot. The presenter paused, leaning down and putting a hand to his mouth. "My favourite part!" He stage-whispered to the audience, gaining a laugh as he triggered the stunner again.

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Ooooo loving this

>>27768
PART THREE PART THREE - A little delay because I ran out of momentum. There's a heat wave on right now, so creativity is hard.

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Billie panted as the presenter walked back to the other end of the stage, taking up the bat once more. The dark-haired woman looked at him weakly, struggling back to her feet as Meg the Assistant finished sawing the rest of the table away from the board her breasts were still nailed to.

"How are you feeling?" The presenter asked her, nudging her chin up with the end of the bat. "Are you ready for the final part?"

The woman nodded weakly, unsteady on her feet. "Y-yes sir, I am. I can take more, if that's what you wish. Th-the board is kind of heavy, though, and rough; I think there are splinters in my breasts from it, which my husband will love if I survive this, and I'm just kind of floating..."

The presenter patted her on the head before squaring up with the bat. "If she survives this. IF. And that's back to our main issue here, which is repeatability. If I killed this dumb slut, she wouldn't be able to apply any lessons learned from the discipline. I might as well just beat anyone, for all the good it'd do her." He gave the pat a practice swing before swinging hard into the woman's crotch, bone giving way with a crunch that was mostly lost in a cry of pain. The second strike took her in the hip, nearly knocking her over, and the presenter stepped back as she struggled to stay upright with her newly-broken hip.

"Were she my personal slave, she'd be useless for weeks if not months after this. However, since she's not, we move onto the final part of our demonstration with her; the special bat. Meg, if you will?"

Meg walked over, hips swaying as she obediently handed him a dented but clean bat with barbed wire wrapped around it. "And here we have it. She's learned her lesson, but this is just for demonstration purposes. My favourite toy in this category, hand-wound by my very own daughter. She couldn't dress or feed herself for a month afterwards and she nearly starved, but she says it was all worth it to make her daddy happy."

He brandished the bat, the setting sun catching the metal, before swinging it into the dark-haired woman's belly. She doubled up over it with a grunt, her breasts and their board swinging with her movements. She stood up shakily afterwards, catching her breath and straightening up just in time for it to slam into her crotch, the wire digging into sensitive flesh and tearing wherever it dragged. She smiled bravely, eyes half-shut from the pain as blood dripped down her belly and off onto her thighs. The presenter neatly reversed the bat, forcing the tip into her pussy and deeper; the girth of the bat stretching her as the wire tore her. The force lifting her onto the balls of her feet and allowing her own weight to assist in forcing it past her cervix almost up to the handle.

The woman whimpered, looking down as she was violated and torn, then looking up, tears in her eyes, to her husband in the crowd. She smiled before passing out, both Meg and the presenter ignoring the thud as they moved on to the redhead.

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Finding time during the week is a bitch. Part three four soon.

>>27789
Okay, PART THREE PART FOUR.

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"Now, the main benefit and main drawback of application of heat is permanence." The presenter continued, gesturing to the redhead's chest. "The slut stands a higher chance of learning with a permanent reminder, but you can't do it twice. This one won't get her breasts back, so we have to resort to something just as painful, if not more so."

He took up the iron again, pointing between the redhead's legs as Meg fitted the woman with a wooden bit gag. "Excuse the extra coverage here, but this part always gets noisy." He explained, before applying the iron to her clit, pressing firmly. The iron sizzled, and the redhead screamed and twitched as her pleasure button was burned away, then again as the iron was moved downwards to scorch her labia, searing away nerves and skin.

The redhead panted as the iron was moved away, trembling as tears ran down her cheeks and her juices dripped down her thighs onto the stage. "If she still doesn't learn, then we have an extremely permanent reminder and punishment for her. She'll be ruined forever, but she'll be an obvious reminder to others about what happens." The presenter continued, setting the iron in the brazier and taking up another.

This iron was little more than a large metal dildo, heated in the coals and glowing with radiated heat. The presenter lined it up before forcing it deep into the redhead's pussy, forcing it inside her up to the base. The base in question was a curved metal plate, pressing up against her crotch and sealing itself to her flesh with the heat. The presenter stepped back with a flourish, gesturing to the glowing bulge visible through the redhead's belly. "And now, she is ruined. Almost, at least. Meg, if you will?"

The assistant flourished another branding iron, applying it to the redhead's belly, just above the still-glowing dildo. As the smoke and steam cleared, they revealed the words 'SEALED: ANAL ONLY' over the redhead's womb. "There's still some use to her, as you can see. Just wait for her to cool down a little, unless of course you're into that..." The presenter winked to the crowd, moving on to Billie as the redhead fell to her knees.

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"The prevailing attitude about electricity is that you can only merely shock your victim, and that's it. While broadly true..." The presenter paused to zap Billie's pussy with a stun gun. "... The real truth is it's about HOW you shock them. The key parts being how hard the shock it, where it's applied, and how long it's held for. Is this..." He turned a dial, jabbing Billie briefly in the size with a low-powered jolt. "The same as this..." He applied the stunner to her breast on a medium setting, holding it there briefly as Billie twitched in response to it. "And as this?" He pushed the stun gun against her pussy on a high setting, holding it there as it arced on her increasingly wet folds, causing her to dance from foot to foot as she tried not to scream. He finally pulled it away, handing it off to Meg the Assistant in return for a fresh one.

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And that's it for now. Part five later on, once I figure out what's happening in it.

It was mostly good, but the ending (the last electricity paragraph) was kinda disappointing, as there was all that build-up, but then no worthwhile climax...

>>27871
I'm still working on that bit. I want it to be good, so I'm taking my time.

I hope to have it sorted this weekend, though.

>>27817
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.

There's no way you only have two readers with how good this story is. Most people on this site are just lurkers

>>28097
I know exactly how he must feel. As a writer to pour your heart and soul into a story and then to get nothing in return is rough. Its demotivating!

A very good read so far!!

Amazing story so far! I look forward to more!

>>28097
Okay, so four readers.

I'll try and work on more of Billie's story. Creativity is hard, and I've been getting burned out on work and doing things in general due to variously assorted life bullshit. Fucking first world problems, I know, but life is too goddamn complicated these days.

*lurk* fire best girl

>>28096
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.

>>28211
I love her determination! I hope she gets what she longs for!

Great as always.

Also, the girls can always eat one of the many dead bodies if they're hungry.

Adventure!

>>28211
I am sick to death of all the bullshit life has been throwing at me. It's taken ages to get on with this.


PART 4-2

"Okay, we have an issue now." Anal Only Slut said, sipping from her water bottle as they sat next to a drinking water station. "I need to pee, and I can't go."

"What?" Billie asked, sipping from her own bottle, now only slightly contaminated with floating globs of cum. "This is Burning Woman, no need to be shy about it. I'll even drink it right from the source if you don't want anyone to see."

"I'm not shy about it, I just can't go." Anal Only repeated, tapping the metal plate sealed to her crotch with a fingernail. "I think it got blocked off under here last night."

"Oh, shit." Billie replied. "Better find a welfare tent, and hope they're not too busy sealing off stumps."

"Even if they are, better than finding some guy with a knife. I'd kind of like to survive this festival, and try to live like this." Anal Only commented, rolling her eyes. "Some guys think slicing and stabbing are solutions to everything, and it's just so lazy and uncreative."

"Like, totally." Billie said, getting up and stretching. "All that 'Studying the Blade' shit, too. Bitch, while you were studying the blade, I was studying the dick. Much tastier, much more fulfilling. And I actually studied, rather than just waving a cheap sword around."

Anal Only giggled, wobbling a little as she stood up. "Speaking of dicks, this damn dildo weighs a ton, and it's still carrying a lot of heat."

"Isn't that what you signed up for?" Billie asked. "I mean, he did explain it up front, didn't he?"

Anal Only raised an eyebrow. "He didn't explain the whole process of shocks to you, why did you think he'd explained it to the rest of us?"

"He might have, I wasn't really listening." Billie shrugged. "He promised not to kill me, and it felt really good to go nearly there, and I'm not in the habit of listening to safety warnings anyway. I'm not just any old slut, remember, I'm a dumb slut."

"That's... That's actually a pretty good point. Anyway, shall we go? I want to get this done before the sand warms up." Anal Only looked down, frowning slightly. "I should have saved my sandals."

Billie waved a hand dismissively, bending to refill her bottle from the tap, making sure to spread her legs and raise her hips as she did so. "You'll be fine. And besides; you already lost your pussy and your nipples to heat, so what if you burn your feet?"

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The doctor poked at the plate nestled between Anal Only's thighs, holding the scanner to her belly. "We can do something here. Catheter, tap on the end, problem solved. The hard part will be access... You said this was applied hot last night?"

"Yeah..." Anal Only replied, shivering a little as the scanner moved, cold gel smearing further. "It was put on with the branding, it won't come off with pulling, and I don't think I want it off at this point. Being Anal Only Slut is growing on me, but I just want to be able to pee again, y'know?" She wiggled her hips, wincing slightly. "Just... Don't make it so it just pours straight out, and don't put it through my butt or I'll get sores back there."

"So, catheter with a tap on it. We can mount to the plate just fine... Yeah, we can do this." He clapped his hands together, turning to shout out the doorway. "Tools! Surgery, and metalworking!"

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"No, I don't need anaesthetic, thanks for asking." Commented Anal Only Slut as the scalpel pushed into her skin.

"Oh, you don't?" The doctor replied absently. "Good. I don't remember where I left it anyway; not much call for it here. We mostly just sew up stumps and deal with heatstroke."

"Just relax and enjoy it!" Billie chimed in from next to the table, holding Anal Only's hand in her lap. "It's, like, part of the experience!"

Anal Only rolled her eyes. "Billie, you dumb slut, I don't have anywhere near your pain tolerance, remember?"

"Yeah, and you won't get it unless you push!" Billie shot back, giggling.

The doctor leaned down, peering into the incision as he fed a thin tube into it. "Okay, there we go. Starting initial drainage... Whoa!" He pulled back, narrowly dodging a jet of urine flowing through the catheter. "Wow, you really weren't joking." He commented, his assistant scrambling to catch the stream in a jug. "Now, metalwork!" The doctor cried out, grabbing a welder from the trolley next to him. "My favourite part of the job!"

"I almost can't watch..." Commented Billie, putting her hands over her eyes, but peeking out between her fingers.

Anal Only reached out, grabbing Billie's breast and squeezing hard as the doctor leaned down to tack-weld something onto her crotch plate, the arc flaring brightly. "Ow ow ow FUCK ow ow OW!"

"Nearly done! Just a little more, then I can add the tap!"

"Tap? What? Ow! Fuck, that's bright! You could have warned me!"

"Maybe." Answered the doctor, with a shrug. "But chances are you won't survive the weekend anyway. Most of our patients don't."

"Real comforting." Anal Only replied, before wincing again as another spot was welded.

"Hey, it's not OUR fault!" The doctor objected, straightening up and rolling his shoulders. "If you come in here missing a limb or an eye, you probably don't have long left anyway. Still, we're all done." He tapped her crotch plate with the welder, smiling. "It's nice to have someone in here that isn't leaking everywhere, or dropping dead in the queue."

Anal Only sat up, releasing Billie, who sighed with relief. "Thank you. I don't think the guy demonstrating things was thinking long-term, or even that I'd survive the night..."

"That's the beauty of Burning Woman, though!" Billie cut in, helping her new friend down from the table. "Live for the moment, don't worry about tomorrow at all, just have fun!"

Anal Only rolled her eyes. "I didn't come here to die, you dumb slut. Someone has to survive this place and keep the culture going, just like your mom did all those times, and to go home and have babies so we don't all die out."

"Not you, though." The doctor pointed out. "Nothing's coming out of you in a hurry. It might be possible, but I just do body mods and trauma. Babies are not my thing, unless you want sewing up to make sure they don't happen. Anyway, have fun, ladies. If you're looking for something to do, go see the irony area over to the east; I consulted for their work, and even helped design some of their equipment."

"Irony? What, like hitting people with lumps of metal?" Billie asked, wide-eyed.

"What?" The doctor replied, slightly taken aback. "No, you dumb slut, they're doing ocean-related deaths in the middle of a desert. Make sure you catch the decompression; that's been in progress for weeks."

"That sounds fun! Anal Only, let's go see that!" Billie exclaimed, bouncing excitedly. "Maybe they want volunteers?"

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Hopefully xmas coming up means I won't take as long with the next part. I have the next segment planned out, just need to sit down with a drink and hammer it down onto the page.
And it looks like ANOTHER new set of software for the board. At least the URL is the same...

>>28859
Also, none of this is AI-generated. That's why it takes so long; this kind of mediocrity has to be CRAFTED.

Thanks for the great update to the story! It's perfectly understandable for quality writing like yours to take a while.