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Writer: Regis
Subject: ANOTHER WORLD, SO CLOSE TO HOME 2
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Three risk-taking young grade-three girls are convinced by their male teacher that there is more to life than going to school, that they should run away, and he helps them to do so. He makes them available to a secret club called the “Boom Boom Gun Club”, where they become part of its stable of youngsters to entertain its members by dancing naked on the runway. None of them knows what the teacher knows. The dance will end with them fucking the barrel of a shotgun, and taking a fiery ejaculation into their wombs that blows them apart, for the entertainment of the Club’s members and their guests.
Another World, So Close To Home 2
Two days later the three girls joined a dozen other girls who were also 8-years-old for dance lessons. There were three professional strippers as teachers, and they were as naked as the youngsters, and all of them having reached the age where they were nearly adults, professional sex dancer strippers who were already thirteen or even fourteen.
All three of these teachers had grown their breasts and were old enough to menstruate but were not in season. They were real professionals with lots of experience, and they also wore only spike heeled shoes. That seemed to be the official uniform of this highly unusual private club.
By now the 8-year-olld girls moved more confidently in the 4” heels, extremely high for girls of their age. Standing on tiptoe in them affected their posture all the way up, and in a very positive way. They oozed sexuality as they moved with their bare feet in the string spike heeled sandals, and Ms. Clitring was certain she had three new winners in her charge.
The three professional pole dancers/lap dancers already at least 13 worked with the children to teach the younger girls the finer points of sexual pulchritude in movement and sexual enticement. The kids learned fast, and the young teachers told them guys would jack off and even ejaculate watching them.
The group of young girls’ success with most of these moves was apparent early, and they then concentrated on the slow learners, getting them to focus on how they moved and displayed their cunts, until they had these 8-year-old girls where they needed to be.
Boys from a private school, all of them 15, were brought by enclosed van from a field trip to the zoo to judge the girls’ performances. They used the main theater with its long central runway. All of them would later use this same runway for a quite different purpose.
One boy at a time would sit, legs spread with his fly open beside the runway, while a girl wearing only her spike heels pranced and danced in front of him. His penis was out, but he was not allowed to touch it with his hands or otherwise stimulate it as he watched.
The girl’s task was to get the penis of the boy watching her to enlarge, rise, become rigid, to pulse and then ejaculate as she really got down and dirty. In every case it worked. The boys, having no idea where they had been brought, were willing participants, and proved their hormones were in full bloom, performing admirably, ejaculating in a timely manner without the pumping assistance of their fists.
The boys were told they were the ones being tested, and left with the promise they would get to do the same again in another month. They were led to believe a university was testing them psychologically to see how well they could perform an inspired air fuck while watching younger sexy naked dancers perform.
The strippers said the researchers wanted to test them again four weeks later to see if they would be able to cum sooner as they matured. The boys eagerly agreed to participate again. These experienced ladies were highly convincing in the fine art of thickly spreading bullshit.
Lolita, Carnie and Cunnie were among the top performers, getting the boys they faced to show pulsing spasms of their firm erections within a minute of their start, with the heads of their penises flaring with excitement, followed by the early spouting of their semen.
Fifteen proved to be an ideal age for boys to use in testing the naked girls in heels’ provocative performances. There was no better statement that the girls were successful in stimulating a sexual response, the required criterion, as an early erection and a sustained ejaculation.
Three of the girls were unable to get the boy they faced to ejaculate. The boys did get stiff, but the girls were unable to engage them to the point they let go of their nervousness, and get fully into the exercise. These three girls were those least comfortable in heels, and their discomfort showed.
Try as they would, the individual boys in front of them did not even develop a gleam on the head of their erections. All boys participating in the exercise had proven they could masturbate to ejaculation, so it was clear the failure was on the part of the three sex-dancing girls.
These three nervous young ladies were given an instant promotion, and they automatically progressed to go on the runway in what was called a fashion-less show that very evening, as lovely nude innocents to do a sexy dance, a crowd-pleasing special gun fuck with a rifle, and would learn of the gun’s fiery discharge that was as close as it would come to an ejaculation. This sport gave the Club its name.
As they performed, a man would insert the barrel of a rifle into their vagina, and they would be required to continue their hot dance, their hands clasped on top of their heads, fucking the cold metal shaft until it warmed from the intimate contact of their inner body. This would get the men in the audience masturbating forcefully.
Only the men in the audience were aware, as the girls would not be, that the gun was loaded, and the safety switched off. In addition, the guns used for this kind of performance had been specially altered to have a hair trigger. If the stock happened to bump the runway the doctored weapon could fire itself.
The members of this Club were inveterate gamblers, and would wager on all kinds of things, but experience had taught them to never place a bet on the survival of a young girl dancing for them while performing a gun fuck. Their chances would be no better than those of the pretty naked entertainers in their spike heels.
The other girls paired up with a boy, not the one they had danced for, and were taken to the “studio”, a downstairs room that was equipped with two small cots and multiple video cameras to record any action that happened in this room. There was a small gallery that seated a dozen members, and all of the seats were taken.
Carnie and one of the other girls were instructed to kneel on the cot, and the boy who had come with them, once he had stripped naked, was told to mount the girl he had paired with. The young boys were, of course, eager participants, and for many of them it would be their first sexual hook-up with a female.
How many boys could claim their first sexual engagement with a girl, one not old enough to have her tits, would happen with an audience, and be a side-by-side mounting beside another guy? And how many boys could claim that their experience was being live-streamed on a kiddie-porno website, with several thousands of people watching?
How many boys their age were able to claim thousands of the men watching them fornicating with these pretty young naked girls were soon ejaculating, spilling out thousands of times the volume of semen the young boys produced when they reached orgasm?
Most of these girls had never had a boy enter them, although they had all used a carrot or a small cucumber to move their fantasies to some kind of reality. None had ever experienced the warm cum-spurting flesh of a boy’s penis. Three of the girls had been to bed with their brothers, and their fathers had regularly mounted two others when their mom was out.
Two of the girls, sisters, had experienced being mounted and taking into themselves a flesh penis, but it had belonged to their family’s German Shepherd, so although they did it often, and had taken pictures of their secret activity and posted it on a fake Facebook page, that experience didn’t really count as being fucked.
Two by two the girls got onto the cots to be mounted by boys, and two by two the boys enthusiastically got out of their clothes and climbed onto the kneeling girls. They giggled as they did as they had been told, and the people in the audience, all but two being men, cheered them on in their rapid fucking of the accommodating 8-year-old girls.
When they climbed off the cot after their performance, two of the girls displayed tiny drips of blood on their legs, and it was not menstrual fluid. They had been virgins, but had in a few minutes been made into women. All of the girls had squealed as they had been mounted, but these two had screamed, letting the audience know what was happening.
The boys were then taken in the enclosed van back to the zoo, so they would have a convincing cover story for where their field trip had taken them. It was important that the boys know nothing of where their remarkable and unique experience had occurred, with no idea what it was all about.
The following morning the girls were given a very unusual lesson. They were taken to the showers after breakfast, nude, and were given frozen Popsicles. They were instructed to push them into their vaginas, and to work them as if a boy was again fucking them.
They did as they were told, giggling at the rudeness of what they were doing, and at the coldness. Then they were told to pull the popsicles out and produce a burst of pee. This was more embarrassing than being mounted by boys, but they did as they were told, knowing there were no other options.
They all applauded as the last girls produced their shower of urine, and then were told to put the popsicles back in. After they had repeated this cycle three times there was not enough left of the sticky frozen sticks to use to masturbate. Now their little cunts were not only cold but were sticky from the melted ice candy.
They were still required to pee. The cold that had made it an urgent need was now gone, and they were on their own. Having already done so made it easier for the girls to spread their legs and produce a brief stream. Some had to work at it, and all of them were able to do it eventually.
The rest of the morning was taken up with naked sex dance lessons in their high heels, and all of the girls were doing better, having had the fun experience with getting the boys to spurt semen. After lunch they were back into the showers and given frozen Popsicles again, and once more did the pee exercise.
The coldness inside themselves assisted with their bladder pressure and the urge to discharge, and when the frozen sticks had melted inside them they were all able to produce spurts of urine upon demand. These youngsters were at the ideal age to learn the physical lessons being taught them.
They were mastering the skills required to make them ideal nude runway dancers, to stimulate the audience with their nakedness, wearing only custom-made spike heeled shoes, performing raunchy lewd moves, openly and aggressively presenting their pretty hairless cuntlets.
They delightfully caged young nymphs had no idea the people they were entertaining now fully owned their rights. They had yet to learn that they were now nothing but legal property of their new guardians, the Boom Boom Gun Club, or that their lives meant nothing to the horny lusting members.
They had no idea how they would soon and fatally complete their entertainment of the horny members, fucking the barrel of a gun. The Club was in the business of demolishing fresh young cunts, usually with a high-powered long gun, and these young girls were their temporary livestock.
Dancing nude in heels was the Club’s specialty, featuring schoolgirls from grade 4 to six. It was something all of the girls brought here got to experience at the peak of their stay. They were to be provided first-hand knowledge of what happens when a rifle discharges inside a naked young girl.
The rifle makes a loud bang, only partly dulled by its barrel being inside the child’s vagina, ejaculating its fiery cum into the womb of a pretty naked underage girl, quickly killing the pretty child as a innocent sacrifice in the ultimate act of extreme erotic show business, a killing for fun and prifit.
As always, her womb and viscera are pulverized, and the bullet expands in her tender meat, blowing a path through her inner gonads and tender intestines before forcing its way up through the meat of her stretched tummy causing a large exit wound as her bloody parts spread across the room.
This conclusion is always very messy, but is to the taste of the Club members, who are rapidly pumping their own members, who upon the gun’s discharge begin a creamy discharge of their own, spurting semen in short and sometimes long arcs in the air, spattering it to the floor to announce a satisfactory kill.
Lolita, Carnie and Cunnie all performed on the runway late that evening, entertaining the Club’s members with their highly provocative nude dancing in their spike heels, displaying their most intimate charms as they had been trained to do, and each of the girls died in the same fashion.
Each of them completed her dance with a stout penis lodged in her throat and the steel barrel of a rifle tightly gripped in her delightful little vagina beginning to ejaculate, as did the gun. They had come into the world as cunts and left with the same definition.
They each left understanding that cunts, which is what they were, were for killing. The Boom Boom Club’s members had been well entertained by the violent deaths of these three pretty naked little girls in spike heels. So close to their homes, they had died in quite another world,
AN INEVITABLE ENDING