SARAH STEPPED OUT by Regis

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: SARAH STEPPED OUT

Published: 19.08.2023

Story Codes: Young Ones, NC, Snuff

Synopsis: Welcome to Bart’s topless bar. The entertainment is getting hot!

Disclaimer: 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.

Sarah Stepped Out

Sarah stepped out of the shower, bending forward, and standing on a plush pink mat, to shake the droplets out of her long blonde curls. She was easily the most beautiful erotic dancer working in the club and took meticulous care of herself to remain that way. She could see the rare beauty of her striking body in the mirror, reeking raw sexuality. Sarah was a physical work of art.

She stood on tiptoes to accentuate the length and remarkable shape of her great legs, admiring the tight bend of her petite toes, the shape of her slender ankles and knees, the firm curve of her calves, and the accentuated thrust of her hips. She then stood in profile to admire the arch of her slender feet, the pull of her Achilles tendon to her raised heel, her tight round bum, and the rippled abs of her tummy.

Her face was perfect, her lips pink and resilient, her eyes bright and wondering, and her pert nose flawless. Her unblemished face was radiant and required little makeup. All she did was her eyes, gluing on long lashes, and red wax for her lips. It took her practiced minutes to get it perfect.

For three years Sarah had done this same makeup daily and had it down. The eyelashes were black, long, and curved. They gave her eyes a special sexy look while on stage. She closed her eyes to apply makeup to the lids, enhancing the roundness of her eyes. She had picked a special tone for her lipstick, deep red that made her lips appear wet, her shapely mouth ready to embrace and bring instant pleasure to a rigid cock.

The nightly audience loved to see their gorgeous naked female entertainers looking as radiant as only a hot shower could make them before they stepped out on stage to shamelessly display their bald, open vaginas and puckered rectums to the admiring crowd in the theater. For them, it was all about sex.

The consummate young professional sat on the edge of the chair at the dressing table and pulled on a pair of black transparent hose that came up a few inches above her shapely knees to grip her slender thighs. She slipped on a pair of spike-heeled open sandals, then put on a slim garter belt, and clipped its clasps onto the upper hem of her hose.

Sarah stood once again to ensure everything was perfect. The thin inner lips of her vagina dangled just enough to be enticing. She had already carefully painted them with the same bright lipstick she used on her lips. A quick comb through her blonde curls got everything in place, and the impeccable young nude was ready for her entrance, ready to entertain.

Sarah was, from any point of view, prime fresh cunt meat, and she had known that since her very first appearance at the club three years ago at her debut as a sex dancer, when she became an instant favorite. There were men in the audience who came just to see her perform her endless variety of continually changing sex acts.

She stood in the wings, doing her warm-up exercise. These included twisting her waist, bending far forward and leaning far back, and rapidly masturbating her vagina to create the swelling that provides the female sex organ with a mandatory sexually stimulated look.

The fingers of her other hand went behind her, slid between her buttocks, and found the ring of her rectum, working it with rigorous movement to swell and loosen her sphincter for the show. She loosened it so that it would readily accept whatever would be presented to it. The experienced female entertainers who worked in this club all knew the value of the high visibility of their sexual assets.

The workout continued as she straddled a two-inch-high by one-inch-wide button on the floor, and did the splits, lowering herself toward it by extending her legs to the side, gradually dropping her groin until it came into contact, and her moist engorged vagina spread over the now inserted button.

It lit up, shining a beam inside her womb, expanded by her years of performing, the light demonstrating to the Theater’s entertainer handlers that her cunt had made intimate contact with the button. When she had begun three years ago it had taken her four months of painful attempts to get right down to contact the button and turn on the invasive beam.

Once she had properly trained her groin to stretch, she could now go down with one leg forward and the other back so smoothly that her vivacious cunt easily embraced the button and kissed the floor. Now she could take the big button into herself so that the petals of her inner cunt lips gripped its short length with ease.

Sarah found it necessary to do it before each show to warm up for the rigors of her upcoming performance. For these shows the audience expected and required to have plenty of visual access to her entire groin, and this position was an important one to properly display her clean, open cunt and the distended, swollen sphincter ring of her well and regularly admired anus.

During the first year at the club, she had been trained to insert two fingers from each hand into and hold wide open her pert rectum, providing the audience in the intimate theater a clear view of the gleaming pink meat inside her colon. That was another expectation of the jaded audience, who knew what each of the entertainers could do for them.

They humorously called this stressful move full anal disclosure. This was why her preparation routine included performing a thorough flush of her lower intestine when she showered so she would never show a disgusting sign of brown. A girl’s fecal material, even in firm stools, was considered low class at these shows and was only regularly produced at the seedier bars.

That kind of thing was reserved for the weekly Saturday night late 3.00 AM shows. Each girl was required to take part in a warm stool show once every couple of months. At these urine and female feces were produced in volume, and required a lot of clean-up and deodorizing when the audience had at last gone home, satiated with enjoying the production of girlie shit.

This colon cleaning was also necessary because often one of the handlers would insert some form of a foreign object into her bum hole for her show, and it always had to emerge sparkling clean, emerging tracing only a minor string of her internal digestive gel attached when it was extracted from her colon during the show.

Sarah stood in the wings, behind a masking curtain waiting for the act on stage to be completed. She heard the noise of a hound, a great bull mastiff rutting it’s massive penis into the cunt of the naked kneeling stripper receiving the bestial rectal rape, a favorite entertainment for the boisterous crowds who came to these shows, where women were reduced to nothing but sex objects.

Ever since the Theater had introduced bestiality acts, the audiences had developed a taste for the rape of the entertainers by a large hound. Some came just to see that. Sarah knew from the sounds the beast had nearly finished ejaculating into the screaming girl. The audience demanded to hear the sound of naked females in agony. Her act was next!

Just then her handler Sandi, a voluptuous large-breasted nude in heels signaled her to bend forward. She did, and Sandi inserted a special dildo into her bum. This was not a good sign. The dildo was one she had experienced before. It was a battery-operated and radio-controlled cattle prod!

She hated having to dance while taking sharp electric shocks inside. The audience shouted for another jolt every time she screamed from a shock to her colon as she danced naked. It was inhuman, but females were hardly considered human, particularly the young ladies who danced naked at this club.

The club liked to encourage its performers as they strutted their stuff, and ever since she had first performed here it was the favored method of encouragement. A man, usually naked and sporting a raging erection, would accompany each act onto the stage, carrying a cattle prod with which to zap them.

Quite soon into their performance, he began giving the featured performer an electric blast on her naked ass to promote more strident moves. The audience enjoyed the man’s merciless ministrations as much as they did the grossly lewd moves of the naked performers.

When one had inadvertently zapped a girl’s cunt, she had peed in response, as well as screaming, and cunt zaps became the thing to do. Then one of the men, in a flash of genius, got his prod up into the rectum of a girl as she bent over, and a zap inside her colon was the new thrill for the audience.

Less than a year ago a man from the audience convinced the owners he could produce a wireless model, which could be inserted into a body cavity of a nude performer and give her a blast inside, which when demonstrated, proved to be much more effective than the hand-held model.

They dispensed with the naked man with the cum-dribbling cock and the shocking cattle prod, in favor of the internal radio-controlled battery-operated electric dildo. Although that reduced the chances of a girl slipping on a smear of spilled semen, it provided more acute, shocking jolts, stinging the moist mucous lining of her rectal or vaginal interior.

There was nothing more painful than an electric jolt to a girl’s uterus or colon, and the audience members would openly masturbate while watching a girl’s hip jerk forward, piss spurt from her open cunt, and listen to the harsh screams she would produce from the sudden pain inside her. That was the best part of the obscene sex shows.

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The huge dog had dismounted its naked female ride, and she was dragged off stage, still screaming, as the hound was led off the stage on the other side. This was Sarah’s cue, as there were no gaps between the acts on the stage at this secret club, buried in the depths of the city’s warehouse district.

Sarah pulled the edge of the course material of the curtain into her groin, lifted a seductively shapely leg, and the first thing the audience saw was her high-heeled shoe on her bare stockinged foot appear. The leg wagged, and then she moved forward enough to come into view, the curtain still bundled to cover her naked cunt.

The audience whooped in response, and she suddenly burst onto the stage, stark naked except for her heels and hose, and the small end of the cattle prod embedded in her colon showing between her buttocks. Sarah struck a challenging pose, her cunt thrust forward between her lean shapely legs.

Sarah was a spectacular and incredibly sexy sight in that well-rehearsed and very provocative pose, her shapely knees spread and bent, her vulva thrust forward so that the clean bulge of her pubic mound stood forward, the gap of her open cunt staring at them.

She was a hot item, one of the best at the club, a beautiful, sexy, and stimulating porno star, with an enticingly open cunt, some perfected provocative moves, an outstandingly eager-to-please attitude, and she was particularly sexually aggressive for a voluptuous seven-year-old.

Fuksalot’s Teeny Nipples Showroom presented only girls with teeny nipples, because all of their performers were little girls, none of them as old as eight. Mrs. Fuksalot, the owner, catered to the top pedophiles in the city and presented them exclusively with naked little girls doing extraordinary sexual things.

She had in her next-door dormitory a stable of seventy-five beautiful little girls between the age of five and seven, and all of them had quickly become seasoned sex performers. She had begun with just a few, but in a short time had built her business to the point that her collection of girls, all under contract by their young single mothers, was the largest in the State.

Sarah’s single teenage mother had signed a three-year lease with the club, which paid her a monthly fee for the exclusive use of her daughter, a very pretty child who had begun her career as a sex entertainer on her fifth birthday, sacrificing her maidenhood as a fifteen-year-old naked stud had raped her, paid to note but the right to fuck a small child, and she had ever since remained in the club’s custody as a sex show entertainer.

From that birthday onward she had performed nightly at Mrs. Fuksalot’s Teeny Nipples Showroom before a large crowd of seasoned pedophiles, all of them shouting and masturbating as they watched the lewd performances, and all of them with a sadistic bent, screaming for more powerful jolts to be given the child as she danced naked.

They had come to cum, openly masturbating as they enjoyed naked little girls performing sex acts as they displayed their intimate charms and took abuse from the club handlers. Her mother, as had the young single mothers of all of the club’s minor entertainers, signed a binding agreement that contained a curious clause.

This one paragraph was one that stipulated the mother would, should she want to after 3 years, get the daughter back ‘as is’. None of the teen mothers was sure what that meant, as they were not legal minds, and few of them ever read the entire highly permissive detailed twenty-six-page contract.

Like all performers, little Sarah was a live-in and enjoyed playing on the bunk beds in the dormitory where customers were admitted at ten in the morning for the chance to play with the little girls, engaging in sexual games that included but were not limited to the extended sessions of vaginal and anal coitus.

The access was for four hours, and they paid by the hour for their indulgences, which were primarily copulation, or as Ms. Fuksalot called it, fornication, because that sounded dirtier. The guests who paid for access to the naked little girls were provided with a number of toys for insertions.

These were often used for ‘tough love’, as they were over-size and studded, and could be used to provide exceptional levels of discomfort to the little girls. Little rectums and child vaginas were regularly abused by paying customers who found the little bum-holes and cuntlets great play toys.

Sarah suddenly bucked as she was hit by her first jolt of the evening from the radio-controlled cattle prod embedded in her colon. That was an incredibly effective spot to hurt a girl, particularly for a girl of seven who had taken so many similar shots of electricity, and had never gotten used to them.

Tonight she was working solo, wearing only her heels and the dark thigh-high hose, and the tiny garter belt that held them up. She stood facing the audience with her knees bent and apart, her pelvis rotated to thrust her pretty open cunt forward, her usual posture while on stage.

She was rapidly masturbating herself, with three fingers inserted into her pretty open cuntlet. By continuous use, her clit had learned to provide sexual satisfaction from the rapid stimulation she gave it, and she produced vaginal moisture to give the appearance she was cumming.

The electric jolt in her colon made her tummy buck, and she responded by putting her other hand to work, inserting another three fingers into her moist and flared little pussy, pulling it wide open, to give the customers sitting right up to the front of the stage a spectacular view inside her.

She pulled so hard that they were able to see the dimple of her little cervix deep inside, on the bulge of her immature uterus, the core of her inner gonads. The men loved to see the internal plumbing of little girls who self-abused themselves to display their hidden inner sexuality.

Sarah’s deep-seated cervix had kissed the open urethra and taken in the gushing semen from the end of the penises of teen boys, adult men, and even the huge steroid-enlarged erections of the club’s muscular black studs, as well as from a variety of eager girl-fucking dogs, monkeys, and the club’s trained ape.

The studs and the ape were the toughest to take, as they were merciless in their drive for sexual satisfaction from the little girls they fucked for the entertainment of the mostly male audience. These men, many of them very wealthy, vicariously enjoyed the men and ape’s fervor and passion as they drove their engorged penises in the little girls’ abused fuck chutes.

Sarah was an accomplished sex artist, and still, the club insisted on providing her incentive to always go further by shocking her with the devilish internal cattle prod. With the third jolt, she hit the peak of her show, moving to the edge of the stage for the shocking conclusion of her act.

She always concluded her act by intentionally urinating on the men who had paid extra to sit in the middle of the small sex theater’s front row. Sarah took satisfaction in getting back at them by giving the clothed men a golden shower, although she knew by the expression on their faces they liked it.

When her bladder was empty, Sarah impudently wiped herself with a finger, then danced off the stage where her handler met her and removed the cattle prod. She helped by shitting it out. She was certain her act was over, but the handler Sandi had another object in her hand.

This device looked like a larger cattle prod, but it had a black wire attached to it, a long wire that would reach across the stage. Sandi the handler turned her around, and holding her in her firm hands pointed her toward the audience, and pushed her back onto the stage.

This time Sarah displayed a tail of wire trailing from between her tight buttocks. She screamed as a jolt hit her inside her moist colon, one much larger than that delivered by the smaller battery-driven cattle prod. She knew that electricity liked to be in a moist place, which improved the contact.

Her screams doubled as she reached the middle of the stage, and seeing the look on the faces of the men watching her, and having seen enough of the shows at the club, she realized this was possibly stage one of what easily could become the beginning of the end of her career.

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Sarah’s three-year contract was nearly up! She would soon be eight! Girls at this showplace didn’t usually live to be eight. She would be returned to her mother if the woman who’d abandoned her would have her in an ‘as is’ state, whatever that meant. It might mean she’d get only the body of her little girl.

There was a break in the flurry of powerful jolts that were so painful she could not contain her screams. The break was welcome, and she immediately set about the core of today’s act, to present her inner self to a video camera and the three men who had paid for the expensive front center seats.

She spread her knees, rotated her pelvis, grasped her vagina, and using the fingers of both hands pulled the well-worked organ as wide open as she could, and thrust. The men leaned forward to improve their view into the precocious little girl’s impudent vagina and its pulsing pink interior.

What they saw at the back of her cock holster was the bulge of her uterus, creased in the middle with the little dimple of her cervix. The video camera saw the same, and its images were fed to the large television screens around the room, giving everyone in the small theater the same view. What they saw happen was astounding.

A brief burst from the electric prod seated in the depths of her colon caused Sarah to push hard. Her uterus bulged further, her strained cervix began to spread open like the mouth of a goldfish, apparently from internal pressure, and the men cheered as the talented naked little girl’s greatly distended cervix gave birth to a bright red marble.

A cheer from the crowd of lecherous pedophiles rewarded this grossly obscene show of the child’s profane pulchritude. She bucked her hips, and the marble rotated, moving out of her gaping cunt, and the glass agate bounced and then rolled across the floor to the front of the stage.

One of the men who had paid extra for the position promptly bounded out of his seat and grabbed the marble as a prize. He promptly popped it into his mouth, to savor the taste of the little girl’s uterus and cunt moisture. This was a prize like no other he could dream of.

“Holy fuck,” the man exclaimed to the man beside him as he resumed his seat, “I’d have loved to see them putting that fucking thing into her. The cervix of a kid her age, no matter how adult she looks in those spike heels, just isn’t big or flexible enough to take a marble-like that in without some serious pain and screaming!”

“You can see it being put into her whenever you want, in the comfort of your own home, if you’re willing to pay,” the man beside him said, “They video these things since there are lots of guys who want to see it, and are will pay big bucks to see it on Mrs. Fuksalot’s pay site.”

“No shit, do you know the name of the site?”

“Fuckin’ right, it’s named 7yoscreams.prn. There are lots of sites where you can see whatever the fuck you want, as long as you’re willing to pay. You have to know how to get on the dark net, but there’s lots there to see. Mrs. Fuksalot only deals with girls seven and younger, but there are lots more on other sites.

“I found some that had violent birthin’ competition shows with twelve-year-old girls droppin’ their first fuckin’ sprogs! I guess they’re in Eastern Europe or maybe even Russia, ‘cause the people look like white Americans, but speak goofy languages I can’t understand, but that doesn’t matter, it’s all about the fuckin’ action!

“Isn’t that somethin’? Watchin’ naked girls with hardly any titties brithin’, droppin’ their fuckin’ pups is so fuckin’ hot!”

His pumping action on his large rigid erection picked up its pace, and the flared tip was dribbling his pre-ejaculation fluid. His breathing was shallow, and it was clear that he was ready to cum.

“There are a few sites that feature this kind of action. One of ‘em, littlepuppoppers.sex had pregnant girls that couldn’t have been more than nine or ten, so they must have been feedin’ ‘em hormones since they were much smaller, so their little repro organs matured early. They do that kinda thing a lot in the Eastern Block, ya know, Ukraine, Romania an’ that shit.

“You gotta see a kid that age producin’ her pup from her hairless little cunt to believe it. It’s amazing how far a girl’s cunt can stretch when it has to, and it sure the fuck has to with the head of a baby pushin’ from the inside. That ain’t all of it, of course. The shoulders and body have to emerge too!

“She’s got only tiny little titties on her! I tell ya, it’s fuckin’ amazin’! She don’t produce no milk, so if the sprog survives the live birthin’ show she puts on, they gotta use some older girls with bigger tits that have come fresh as milkers to feed the fuckin’ little kids.

“You can see videos or live streamin’ of naked ladies sucklin’ little sprogs. The feeder and the babies are movin’ the whole time, puttin’ on quite a show of their beautiful nakedness. Both the feeders with their big milk-bloated breasts and the fuckin’ sprogs got their cunts, big and small, on full display.”

“Sometimes the naked teenage cow will give the infant sucklin’ on her a treat with her fingers, pokin’ and strokin’ on the baby’s cuntlet, maybe teachin’ it the true value of its little sex organ. She’d also from time to time stick an inquisitive finger up through the anus of the child, to see if it was getting ready to poop. That was always part of the feeding show.”

The man speaking gasped, pumped his cock much harder, and it began spurting hot semen in thick, rapid jets that arched high. His own story had brought him to a massive orgasm. It appeared he had less interest in dispersing information than in providing himself with sexual self-gratification.

Sarah was an innocent who had been totally corrupted into a sexual aberration by employees of owner Mrs. Fuksalot at the infamous Fuksalot’s Teeny Nipples Showroom. She knew that few girls ever got to go back to their mothers after their time was over at the club, just before they reached the age of eight.

Instead, sometimes, she had no idea how often, a girl’s last performance would end in her death, as part of her act. The many men and few women in the audience demanded to see a kill of a naked girl performer from time to time, just to keep things stoked, and they paid Mrs. Fuksalot handsomely for the right to enjoy such a violent show. She didn’t disappoint them.

“When things get too routine,” one man explained, ”We love to see horrific new punishments so severe the pretty little girl receiving them actually dies. I’ve gotta tell you, seeing a naked little girl or two getting extreme abuse, like her being totally demolished, hung, impaled, delimbed, or ripped to pieces is a fucking rush.”

As he spoke, he opened his fly, and as most others had done, he pulled out his erect penis and began to pump on it with his fist.

This was a place where such behavior was expected, and even though the showroom was cleaned nightly, there was always a pervasive scent of spilled semen as well as in the Theater.

“Some of the girls who reach the age of eight,” he continued, “Are sold to customers who can afford to have a private little human play toy, and do with her whatever they want, since they own her, but more often now the others are actually demolished or ripped apart in her extreme sexual violence shows.

“The audience demands it, and Mrs. Fuksalot doesn’t want to lose her customers to a bolder operator. All the little girls in her stable of entertainers are here to give their all, so to speak, and part of that is to give up their young lives. They pretty much expect it, I think, because it happens so often here.

“I had to see it for myself to realize how sexy watching kiddie guts being pulled out of her can be. Their screaming is angelic. I mean the little girls don’t always get themselves gutted when they’re killed, but when you see it, you understand how special a good kiddie gutting can be.

“The little girls who had reached and were progressing through the age of seven, far too young to get knocked up by regular sexual activity, did not fear death but saw it as a complete escape from the living Hell this club represented. They had all been here so long they knew nothing of any other things that life was about.”

This was it, and any escape of any kind would be worthwhile. The girls who were finished being seven and were killed in a show never ever had to be punished again. That seemed to Sarah to be a worthwhile outcome. She had seen killings, always different, and thought it was great for the girls to have their last-ever punishment, and the audience loved it.

The worst she had ever experienced was when they had that tall skinny guy with huge balls and a very long slender cock. None of the other guys she’d ever seen had balls that big, or a prick so long and skinny, with a pointed end. It was no thicker than their thumb near the end, and the damned thing was more than a foot long.

The guy finally got himself castrated in a show at another club, where they cut off his balls and hung them from the poor bastard’s earrings, so with his balls gone, he couldn’t fuck anymore. Before that, he was used in a show with her. He fucked her, and it was totally bizarre. Only girls who had to have special punishment ever got to be on a show with that tough-love bastard.

When Sarah was with him on stage he shoved his long dick into her and poked at the back of her fuck shaft until the pointed head of his crazy cock found, spread, and then entered her cervix, so that he stuck the long thing all the way into her inner gonad, and the sadistic asshole fucked her uterus.

That uterus fuck, and she knew at least half a dozen girls who’d had it done, was much more painful than getting drilled by a big dog, although that really hurt like Hell too. The place kept a number of large well-trained hounds who loved raping pussies of little girls and loved even more butt fucking them.

The only animal with a skinny penis that could fuck a little girl’s uterus like the guy did was the club’s hog, and they didn’t use the pig too often, to keep it special. And special it was, because of the intensity of the screams of little girls it mounted for a deep uterus fuck. The bestiality fans went wild when they got to witness the hog fuck.

The audience was good either way, cuntlet or bum, as it was the small naked girls’ shrill screams as they were being bestially raped that they liked most. It was all about raw sex, particularly sex that was non-consensual, and which the naked little girls had no power to prevent as a large rutting hound’s long raging penis pugnaciously pounded into her.

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Sarah stood, nude in her little spike heels, her groin thrust forward, knees spread, fully displaying her pretty gaping cunt to the appreciative audience of pedophiles. She bucked her hips as brief sharp shocks hit her colon from the 1.5 inch wide 8-inch-long radio-controlled electric dildo it contained.

Her handler Sandi used her whip up under her buttocks to move Sarah to the middle of the stage, where a steel wire hung, made into a slack noose on the end. Sarah stood beside it, as it hung within two feet of the stage floor. Sarah realized now how she was likely to end her brief but eventful life.

Sandi pulled the noose over Sarah’s head, and tightened it around it tight, taking up the slack. When it was taut the electric motor continued its work and lifted her off the stage until her spike heels were off the floor. It appeared to the audience the naked child was going to be hanged.

They cheered when suddenly a long burst of electricity hit her colon and raged through her body, as the steel noose was also wired. Sarah arched her body while her gorgeous legs spread out and kicked, expressing her agony. Her feet were now two feet above the floor, and the motor stopped lifting her.

She sagged briefly, then began to buck on the wire, thrusting and twisting her slender body for the enjoyment of the lively and raucous cheering and jeering audience, as if her activity on the noose would ease the constricting squeeze of the tight wire loop on her slender neck.

Her extremely erotic movements were not driven by passion or lust, as it appeared, but by a rapid series of jolts inside her colon by the sadistic electric dildo up her ass. With her lean legs lifted and spread, she released a stream of girlie pee that waved in response to her constant twisting and heaving.

Hers was the typical response of total irrational desperation. Sarah twisted her slender torso, kicked her shapely legs in their five-inch spiked heels, and pulled uselessly on the steel cable on which she hung — another sharp jolt of electricity coursed with a violent surge through her little body.

The strong electric current arched her back as her muscles spasmed with the shock. Her slender knees lifted high, well spread, and she pissed out yet another stream of steaming urine onto the theater’s stage, heated by the electricity coursing through her.

The provocative naked child was putting on an amazing show for her audience as she was both electrocuted and hung at the same time. Sarah could feel her face going red, a sharp pain in her lungs from lack of air, and could taste her gums starting to bleed. This dying thing was crazy!

The men in the audience were now all standing, hooting, and all of them had their cocks out and were violently masturbating as they enjoyed the action on stage. Mrs. Fuksalot provided the very best sexual violence shows in town, and the two-hundred dollars price of admission when there was going to be a violent creative kiddie killing was absolutely worth it.

This hot little nude was giving them a real show as she swung by her neck with the electric cord coming out of her rectum and wagging while she swung. Speaking to the damage being done inside her gut, a tiny trickle of blood exited her anus and slowly worked its way down the inside of her right thigh.

Blood also showed at the corner of her mouth from the leak around her teeth. Sarah continued to twist and gently buck, but the energy was gone. The rapid cock pounding and shouting accelerated as the men realized the naked little girl hanging in front of them was nearing an erotic death.

Suddenly a full electric blast was applied to her, and the arch of her body was as extreme as a bow. A curl of thick smoke emerged from her rectum. Her mouth opened, allowing her distended tongue to flap as if she were trying to speak. Her eyes bulged with the strain she was under.

The power remained on full and continued while her muscles tightened, cramped, and then locked. When the protracted heavy jolt was turned off, her naked body remained in a tight arch, as if her small form had turned to wood. Smoke curls also rose from the tight noose around her neck.

Sarah was clearly certifiably dead, although no legal medical pronouncement would be issued. The audience cheered as the men ejaculated, spurting thick gobs of semen high in the air from their sexual excitement. Mrs. Fuksalot had once again produced a spectacular girlie kill for them, as expected.

In her three years as a sex entertainer the precocious child had drawn at least a full bucket of semen from the testicles of men in the audience, and half that again from the male creatures that frequently fucked her, through her amazing moves and control of her naked body and sex organs, inside and out. Once more the men’s fists gripping their raging cocks had proven to be their preferred lovers.

THE END?