THE SHOW by Serpenz

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Serpenz / [email protected]

Feature Title: THE SHOW

Published: 30.10.2023

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Torture, Execution, Snuff, Young, NC

Synopsis: The show is about to begin

The Show

CHAPTER ONE

We entered a large room. The guests were seated on sofas that faced the stage. At that moment, beautiful girls were dancing on the stage. The faces of the guests were covered by masks. I did not inquire whether this was always the case, or whether it was a precautionary measure related to our shooting. Why ask unnecessary questions?

An attendant would work with us all evening to make sure we didn’t miss anything or break the rules of the place. The guests were served by the girls. Apparently, the attire of these girls was individually tailored to each guest’s taste.

I saw all the options available to me. There were schoolgirls, models, gymnasts, ballerinas, maids, stewardesses. There were girls in loincloths and collars as if they were slaves. There were some in latex and high heels.

All in all, it looked interesting and pretty decent. The girls were chatting nicely to the guests. Some were giving gentle neck massages. Someone was sitting comfortably on her lap like a daughter with her father.

No nudity, vulgarity, or violence. The girls on stage bowed to the audience and left to light applause.

The host appeared.

He greeted the guests and began to talk about the first production. All of today’s productions are based on real events of the past centuries. All the costumes and furnishings were recreated exactly from that era.

It turned out that the stage was much bigger than I first thought. While the presenter was finishing telling us that we were about to see the trial of two thieves, the backstage area behind him opened the courtroom to the audience.

It was amazing!

The prosecutor was addressing the judge, pointing to the two girls. The little ones could have been given the age of eleven or twelve. The whole thing looked like a historical film. The girls stood with weeping faces and listened with their eyes downcast.

The prosecutor argued to the judge that they had already been caught stealing bread. They had been publicly flogged. But that didn’t teach them anything. Said witnesses had seen them giving oral sex to men on street corners, for which the defendants received money or food. Claimed they were useless and dangerous to society. This time they tried to steal a purse from a respectable citizen! That they should be punished showily and severely!

The judge pronounced the sentence, which made the girls weep and beg for their forgiveness. The curtain rises. Applause erupted.

Not much time passed and on the stage, we saw a square. In the center of the stage, there was a scaffold. On it was the executioner and his two assistants. On the right were bleachers for the VIPs of the town. On them sat the mayor, the judge, the prosecutor, and several other men of different genders.

To the left of the scaffold, a procession appeared. Several guards were leading the two girls. The hands and feet of the girls were in chains.

As they entered the platform, a ghastly sight was revealed to their eyes! In the center stood an X-shaped cross, raised a meter from the floor at one end. Beside it lay a crowbar and ropes. And at the edges of the cross were two wheels.

The legs beneath the girls buckled. They were no longer walking. They were dragged by the guards. The girls were placed on their knees in front of the rostrum where the mayor sat. The prosecutor came out and spoke about the crimes of the thieves and their sentences.

The girls begged for forgiveness, appealing to the mayor, but he merely waved his hand, calling for the execution to begin. One of the girls was tied to a pillar so that she could watch everything that would happen to her friend, while the other was led to the cross. The little girl was stripped of her chains and stripped naked. She already seemed very small, and now, standing completely naked in front of us, the girl was transformed into a reed.

I am sure the organizers had deliberately picked a huge executioner, who was two meters tall and weighed at least one hundred and twenty kilograms. His assistants were not much smaller than him, either. All this was to make the victims look as defenceless as possible.

I suddenly wondered how it was possible to make the girls play their parts too. Do they think it’s not real? Or have they been drugged? What was the secret?

Meanwhile, the little girl was picked up and placed on the cross. The executioner closely watched the process of securing the victim, who let out pitying moans, reacting to the ropes digging into her body. But the assistants knew their job very well. There was a certainty of action that can only be gained with experience.

Here the executioner examined the girl, checking the knots and groping her delicate bones, estimating the force of the blows.

He raised the crowbar and aimed it at the right forearm of the girl, who turned away in fear and shrank backward.

HURT!

Both girls screamed at the same time. One in pain, the other in terror.

How it gripped me! We had seen wheeling in the gym recently, but in this setting, it was many times more impressive!

The baby on the cross looked at her broken forearm and started twitching wildly, trying to break free. But all she could move were her feet and hands. This urge of hers looked so erotic! Especially the part about her little feet. She was pulling her feet in a string, then arching them back on themselves.

This process was interrupted by her own scream as the executioner began to check the fracture site. He seemed to be satisfied with it. He swung again and crumpled the humerus of the same arm.

How humdrum everything looked in its execution. It was as if some carpenter was making something in his workshop. He had no pity for the victim. He reacted to her screams only to continue the process when the screams subsided a little.

Of course, he also broke the other arm and both legs. All as required by the execution of the wheeling. The girl surprisingly held on very firmly, reacting vividly to the pain but not fainting. Maybe she was given some kind of injection for that. Only when her other leg was broken did she lose consciousness. But they brought her back with some kind of smelling salts.

Of course, a shot would have been safer, but the entourage of the Middle Ages forbade it. After assessing all the fractures, the executioner took pliers and fractured all the girl’s fingers and toes. He then took one brandish from the brazier and placed it on her chest. The girl screamed. Not as much as before, but still loud.

The branding left an inscription on her chest in large letters “Thief”. The executioner put the iron back and took the second branding. After another scream, the onlookers read “SLUT” on the girl’s pubes — and it did not end there.

The executioner took a peg styled as a very large man’s cock, inserted it into the girl’s bottom, and hammered it completely in. It’s incredible how life has not yet left this young creature.

The assistants untied her from the ghastly instrument of execution. The executioner lifted the little girl with ease. She was lying in his arms, her limbs dangling like a rag doll. The executioner deliberately carried the wheeled girl beside her friend, who was turning white with horror.

He chose a wheel that was a few paces away from her. There was no more screaming. Only moans and howls were uttered by the little girl as her limbs were woven into the spokes of the wheel.

It was time for the second girl.

As they carried her to the cross, she wet herself. How the little girl begged to be let go! It was hysterical.

As it turned out, the other girl was doubly unlucky. She had already endured a mental cartwheel. When her friend’s limbs were broken, she felt her pain. And now she will be wheeled as if for the second time!

I was so mesmerized by the execution that I did not notice the transformation in the hall. Almost all the guests had their genitals pulled out of their trousers and were being densely engaged by their young companions.

There was no repetition here. Stimulation was in every way possible. Mouth, hands, feet, thighs. Some of the girls had their dicks inserted in their asses or pussies. Everyone was doing the deed.

The second girl’s execution was carried out in a similar way. But it wasn’t boring at all. I noticed the difference in the two girls’ reactions to the pain. The nuances in the movements of the body parts they could move. The girls looked differently during the execution. One was watching the executioner, the other was mostly looking away. I was becoming a connoisseur. It couldn’t get boring.

And the executioner acted differently, too. For one girl he managed to break her femur with two strokes, and for another, he delivered three. I knew that one could have been enough, but the executioner was careful.

I thought it would be good to see girls of other ages, of different nationalities, being wheeled. To find the subtle differences between the executions of Asian, African, and European girls.

I wanted to see this execution performed by other executioners.

I realized it was a very long story … And everything could be left on video, revisiting the best and making vivid slices. Finally, the second girl was entwined in her wheel.

The executioner and assistants came to the center. They received a standing ovation. But they had a surprise in store. One more place was left untouched. And the executioner took off his trousers, exposing his enormous cock!

Indeed, I asked myself, why didn’t they ruin the girls’ vagina? And now everything was falling into place.

The wheels could be spun any way you wanted.

One moment, and the vagina of the first one, bursting open, takes in the hangman’s cock! This is something amazing! This rape would certainly bring the girls closer to death, but it would be worth it!

For a few minutes, the executioner fucked the first one. He moved on to the second one. The second one was less fortunate. He raped her until he came. He got out of the girl and turned to the hall.

And so the curtain fell, hiding the poor girls and the executioner, whose cock and groin were in their blood.

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CHAPTER TWO

Then, there was an intermission.

This pause was filled by girls who danced and sang. The emphasis was clearly on sexuality and the theme of the club. Elements from ballet and rhythmic gymnastics were beautifully woven together with very erotic movements and costumes. Almost all of the girls who were waitresses, temporary companions of the guests, artists, and victims in the performances had gone through training at the ballet and rhythmic gymnastics school. Club owners and guests loved the girls’ flexibility and grace. The little girls could assume any pose at the moment of seduction and sex. Plus the stretching workouts are very painful and bring up the right pain threshold in the girls.

I really liked the number where the girl sang about a witch. The ballet that accompanied the song consisted of girls dressed in the style of the Inquisition. Only one girl was naked. She was wearing only white socks. She was the centerpiece of the dance. She moved beautifully. The flexibility and fluidity of her movements were amazing!

Suddenly the inquisitor girls lifted her up and carried her on their outstretched arms to the torture table. They tied her to it. One of the inquisitors took a vaginal pear, stuck it in the girl, and opened her up. For real! Blood came out and the girl screamed! While one of the inquisitors was opening the pear, the others moved beautifully around the table. One of the girls took a white sock off the witch and shoved it into her mouth.

I realised the meaning of these items of clothing on a witch — it’s a symbol of virginity! It’s beautiful.

Then the pear was pulled out and stuck into the poor girl’s anus.

A second white sock followed the first.

The witch’s mouth was tied with a rope, securing it to the back of her head. She now had a sock gag.

The bloody pear was pulled out of the witch’s anus and untied from the table.

While the girl’s hands were tied behind her back, I watched the poor girl’s blood gush out of the torn holes and flow down her slender legs. There was a grimace of pain on the witch’s face. The girl was hung by her twisted arms. A wooden horse was rolled under the witch. The inquisitor girls took the poor girl’s legs by the ankles and stretched them into twine. Immediately the martyr was lowered onto the sharp edge of the horse with her crotch. Weights were hung from the witch’s ankles.

The girls – inquisitors took whips and began to whip the little girl all over her body.

I note that all the actions were performed in a dance. Everything was very dynamic and whole. The girls moved each in their own way, then sharply joined in a synchronized dance. Very talented choreographers of the world level put this number.

At the end of the number the witch signs a confession and she is taken off the stage for execution.

The execution was not shown to the audience, just the light in the hall became flickering red, as if fire. And there was a prolonged loud childish scream, as if the girl was being burned at the stake.

When the screaming and the music almost died down, the audience began to applaud wildly.

It was amazing!

After a few minutes, the lights in the hall went out and all attention was once again focused on the stage.

The curtain went up and I saw six girls of different ages. In my opinion, the oldest was about twenty years old and the youngest was no more than six years old. The rest of the girls were in increments of three years each: 17, 15, 12, 9.

All very pretty and slim. Of the clothes the girls wore, they only wore loincloths. Hands tied behind their backs. The setting was stylized to look like ancient Rome. The girls stood surrounded by soldiers in Roman uniforms.

An announcer dressed as a Roman official came out and read: “These slave girls are guilty of not keeping their master safe! One of the slaves killed him! According to the law of Rome, all slaves of the murdered master must be put to death!

The girls, starting with the eldest, were brought to the whipping post. Each received a different number of lashes on the back. The executioners had a good sense of the victims’ condition. Their professional skills allowed them to cruelly flog a girl of any age, but not to flog her to death.

The girls were brought to their knees when the youngest was untied from the whipping post. Soldiers brought out the cross bars for the cross, placed them on the girls’ shoulders, and tied their wrists to the ends. The crossbars were well proportioned for their age, matching their arms’ length and weight.

With the bars on their shoulders, the girls were made to stand up and start moving forward. Even though the girls walked obediently, the soldiers still whipped them periodically.

In order to increase the slave girls’ path to the place of execution, the scene began to move. An interesting invention. The girls walked remaining motionless towards the spectator. A line of pillars appeared ahead. The eldest was immediately led to the furthest pole, and the others knelt down.

Then everything went the classic way. The girl was brought to the pole, her loincloth was torn off, she was laid down and the wrists of the screaming child were nailed to the bar.

Next came what the soldiers loved their job for — raping the victims. The sexual acts with the youngest ones were especially brutal. Onlookers listened to the children’s chorus of pain.

Immediately after the rape, the slave girls were lifted up and fastened to the top of a pole. They let the girl hang free for five minutes. It was fascinating to watch the little girl try to relieve the pain of her nailed wrists by wrapping her feet around the pole. Blood and cum dripped down the inside of their legs.

After letting the girl hang, the executioners would place a special peg between her legs that was pointed at her crotch. It was stylized in the form of a phallus. It was a different size for each girl.

And the final point in the crucifixion was the nailing of the feet with two large nails.

Spectators and executioners enjoyed the spectacle of the Dance on the Cross. The girls avoided getting on the peg for a long time but gave in anyway. This took some of the pain off their nailed limbs but caused another pain in their tortured orifices.

The host has come out.

“The slave girls have been executed. They will have a very long time to regret not being able to keep their master safe. The executioners will keep the girls alive for as long as possible so that the slaves who pass by will see the torment and realize that no age will save them from the cross.

“And now I would like to invite you to be Roman soldiers yourselves. All those who wish may come up to the stage. There will be a lot of crosses and nails. There will also be six girls at your service. They are very flexible, and the shape of the crosses allows you to nail a girl to it in various poses: vertical twine, horizontal twine, upside down. The flexibility of the girls will allow you to nail the feet to the top crossbar where the palms are nailed. You can use many nails instead of four, as in the classic crucifixion.

“There are different pegs for the crotch. You can choose any of them. If you don’t like the way you crucify the girl, our workers will be able to pull out the nails and help you nail the girl in the desired position. All girls have undergone special psychological and physical training.

“They will not run away or lash out. You can tie them to the cross before you nail them, but it is at your discretion. The girls will put their arms and legs under the nails and hold them steady until you completely drive them in. They will scream and suffer in pain just as much as these slave girls. Enjoy!”

Six girls were brought on stage. They were beautifully dressed and very pretty. Their submissive looks were very arousing — here we go.

The guests organized themselves into groups. They chose a girl and a cross. Someone undressed or forced to undress the girl completely, someone liked to leave some of the clothes on the victim.

And everyone behaved differently with the girls. Some liked to drag the victim to the cross, tie her up, and beat her. And some took advantage of the submissive. Simply ordered them to take off her clothes, take the cross, bring it to the place, lie down on the cross, and spread her arms and legs.

When the first nails began to be driven into the children’s flesh, the girls screamed with pain at the top of their lungs. Amazingly, they didn’t even try to break free! The girls continued to hold their limbs where they were told to put them. You could see the tension in their bodies, but they only moved their fingers and toes. How was it possible to do this to them? Miracles of psychology.

The guests spared no effort and no nails! They nailed arms and legs along their entire length, using dozens of huge nails on their victim!

I noticed a girl of about ten years old lying on the St Andrew’s cross. Nails were being driven through her knees into the wood of the cross. This girl’s arms were nailed in three places: palms, elbows, and shoulders. A few minutes later, the girl’s feet, knees, and thighs were also nailed with huge nails.

The two men who did this to the poor child didn’t seem to care about the dance of being crucified on a cross. They enjoyed simply driving the nails into the girl’s body.

When the poor girl was nailed with twelve nails, the two men took turns raping her. But their games with the nails didn’t end there. They took hammers again and sent to nail the girl’s arms through her forearms! Soon there were so many nails in the little girl that you’d get tired of counting them. Even the poor girl’s pubes were nailed with two long nails!

The girl didn’t lose consciousness! It’s amazing. The last thing these men nailed was the baby’s tongue. They turned her head to their left hand, pulled out her tongue, and nailed it to the cross.

What a way the poor girls were bent out of shape! The amazing wonders of bodily flexibility were utilized to the utmost! The imagination of the guests in the probabilities of crucifixion poses was inexhaustible! It was clear that in these poses with many nails in the body, the girls would not last as long as they could in the classical pose. But no one had set such a task.

Of course, the girl nailed with dozens of nails, could not move her body. The point of installing crotch pegs fell away for its purpose when the victim was raping herself, but the guests used them anyway. They would insert it deeply into the girl’s desired hole and nail it to the cross. Some even drove nails through the pubis into these pegs inserted into the girl’s body!

It was an incredible sight!

Against the backdrop of crucified slave girls in classical poses, people were torturing the poor fragile girls by driving huge nails into their living bodies over and over again! The guests did it so businesslike as if they were just building a house by nailing boards. The soul-wrenching cries of the children either did not bother the guests or made them pleasantly excited.

When the guests had done what they wanted with the girls, the crosses were placed in a staggered pattern in front of the crucified slave girls facing into the hall.

The guests returned to their seats. They sat back and enjoyed the spectacle. The waitresses poured them drinks. The escort girls were caressing their genitals and giving them massages.

I thought, what on earth is going on here? How did these people develop such an unimaginable desire to torture and brutally kill young girls for their pleasure? Why do they take pleasure in watching innocent little girls suffer?

Right now more than ten little girls are giving their lives in incredible agony just so that a small group of rich people can have an orgasm! Because tomorrow, they will all need another such spectacle!

Can an ordinary good man cultivate such desires? I doubt it. It appears that nature has done it deliberately. Why? Maybe to regulate the number of people on the planet?

With these thoughts in mind, we stacked the equipment. Today, the filming is complete. Only a few stationary cameras are left pointing at the crucified girls. There is a lot of editing work to be done on today’s footage. I hope that our film crew will do everything at the highest level and we will be invited again. The representatives of this society pay very good money.

THE END?