It was just two weeks after the female-fronted metal band Butcher Babies ended their nationwide tour opening for Marilyn Manson. The tour had been a huge success—on the surface, at least. True, most of the venues had had either sold out or come very close to the mark, but partway into the tour it became obvious that most of the concert-goers were there to see the famed Manson moreso than the Butcher Babies. Though they had gained notoriety and a loyal following of fans due in part to their music and in part to their near-naked live performances when they were first starting out, their popularity had begun to wane over the past few months when they signed on to a record label and stopped performing in just fishnet stockings, studded leather panties, and electrical tape over their nipples. The change hadn’t been a voluntary decision by the band, but rather “persuaded” to it by the record label. Though they had accepted to change their performance delivery, they weren’t happy about it, and clearly their fans weren’t either.
This was how Carla Harvey and Heidi Shepherd, the two lead vocalists for the band, found themselves sitting in their manager Dave Aguilera’s office in a long discussion on trying to figure out how to get their audience back, and even increase it tenfold. The rest of the band was in a practice session, held elsewhere so the din of the instruments wouldn’t disturb them. The guys knew that what and how the band chose to promote themselves relied solely on the ladies and so left them to it, waiting to hear from them when a plan was made.
“This fucking sucks,” Carla was saying, taking a drag from her cigarette and blowing the smoke through her nose. “We finally get a record deal, go on tour with Marilyn fucking Manson, and now everybody’s jumping ship because we won’t show our tits onstage? I mean, what the fuck?”
“Well, okay, not everybody’s leaving,” Heidi amended. “But still, we definitely aren’t getting as many people as we used to, or could be. The last few shows people were coming in the door just as we were finishing our set, so they definitely weren’t into us.”
“At least that’s better than half the people who WERE there and saw us from the top,” Carla countered. “Some of them were booing us so loudly I could hear them over Hank’s guitar and Chris’s drums. And did you see the arguments they were getting into with the people that were cheering for us? I thought a riot was going to break out a couple of times.”
“I thought once we got a record label and went on tour as an opener we’d get more of a draw,” Heidi said to Dave, who had been listening patiently to their grievances about their situation.
“Trust me, it’s not anything you’re doing that’s keeping that from happening,” Dave said supportively. “You girls and the guys have been great up there. Honestly, though, I think it’s something you’re not doing.” At the girls’ bemused expressions, he pulled up a webpage on his iPad and read the following: “’When girls are perceived as sexual or outspoken, they get labeled sluts, but we embrace those qualities and bring them to our music as well. Butcher Babies is true slut metal: We're doing what we want, how we want.’ Those were your words, Heidi.”
“I know that,” Heidi said, rolling her eyes. “But I said that a long while ago, when we were just starting. And the record label told us they didn’t want us doing that kind of performance anymore, remember?”
“Of course I do,” Dave said, nodding. “But think about it. When you guys first came out, you were over-the-top and balls-to-the-wall with how you expressed yourselves. You made a name for yourselves as being ‘slut metal,’ and you stuck by it. Really, you two set the bar high for yourselves—and now you’re not meeting that expectation anymore. People want to see you bare it and tear it, and even though you’ve got the tearing part of it down, you’re not giving them everything they’re paying for.”
“Well, hell, it’s not like we asked to change our style,” Carla groused. “We were perfectly happy doing what we were doing. It was working for us…and we really were sticking up for ourselves and who we wanted to be.” Heidi nodded in agreement.
“And that’s the other part of it,” Dave said. “You guys aren’t happy with how the label is jerking you around with this, either. You aren’t doing what you want or how you want it.”
“So what, you think we should just quit with the label?” Heidi asked skeptically.
“Not at all.” Dave shook his head. “You guys only signed on in the last year, bailing out like this so soon would definitely put a stain on your reputation to other labels if you wanted to sign with them. No, I think you guys should stick with the label…BUT, also go back to how you want to perform and promote yourselves.”
“No way, they’d give us the boot as soon as they heard about it!” Carla protested.
“Not if you can prove that your way works out for them, both financially and in branding,” Dave said. “Look, you guys used to turn it up to eleven with your shows, with the nipple tape and the blood and all of that. You loved it, the fans loved it, it was win-win. I’m saying, what you need to do is go back out there and crank it up past eleven. Really show the people what it means to be ‘slut metal.’ And I’ve got a few suggestions on how to do it, if you’re interested.”
Both girls were silent, thinking about their manager’s words for a long two minutes. They looked at each other, sharing a silent communication. Carla raised her eyebrows, and Heidi seemed to consider further for a moment before giving a slight nod, the corners of her mouth turning up in a small smile.
They turned back to Dave. “What did you have in mind?” Carla asked.
* * *
A few months later, the Butcher Babies announced a live show at a venue in their hometown of Los Angeles, marked with the news that they would be performing all-new songs as their setlist. It was a medium-sized venue, bigger than what they started out with years ago, but not as big as what they had been playing at while on tour. It seemed like a good place to reveal their new (in a manner of speaking) direction, and hopefully not only regain and increase their former level of recognition from the fans, but also show the record label how profitable they could be to them while sticking to their own attitudes performance-wise. Dave’s initial suggestions had spawned many more ideas from all of the band members, with the present result being a combination of everyone’s. Of course they hadn’t told the label what exactly they had planned; hell, they had even fudged the tiny matter of what the content of their new songs would be about. Still, artistic pride and license had pushed them forward in spite of the significant risk, and they were ready to lay it all on the line. And if all else failed, at least they would go out in epic fashion with what they had lined up.
It was a good turnout; most of the space was filled with a mixture of fans and newcomers, all ready and eager to see what the Butcher Babies had in store for them. As they would soon find out, they were not to be disappointed in the least.
The lights dimmed and the raised stage lit up, illuminating the male members of the band as they started to play. The crowd cheered as Carla and Heidi strode up to center stage from the back, dressed in black leather tops and skirts, with knee-high boots on and holding microphones.
“What’s up, L.A.!” Carla shouted into the mic. “You guys ready to turn it up tonight?!” She flashed horns at the audience, who whooped and returned the sign.
“You know, we were just on tour with Marilyn a few months back,” Heidi said loudly so everyone could hear her over the music and cheering. “How many of you guys came to see us play at one of the stops?” There was even more cheering in response, with people starting to stomp their feet
“That’s awesome!” she continued. “But you know, we really missed L.A., we really missed you guys—” She had to pause while people from the crowd shouted out things like “I love you!” and “We missed you too!” before continuing. “And, fuck, we missed doing what we do best…” She looked at Carla, who nodded “Bringing slut metal to the masses!”
With that she and Carla took hold of their tops and ripped them off, exposing their completely bare chests—no electrical tape or cover of any kind over their skin. The two female rockers then tore away their skirts, revealing that they wore absolutely nothing underneath. Carla and Heidi stood there, showing off their new look to the audience, who were going absolutely nuts at the sight of them.
In addition to their bellybutton piercings, which they had had from the beginning, both of them had pierced both nipples, with Carla putting silver barbells through hers and Heidi sporting a pair of small golden rings. They had also pierced their twats, both of them now with studded clithoods, with Heidi having an additional third ring through her clit itself. They also had tattoos written in fancy script letting on their lower abdomens, with Carla’s saying “SLUT” and Heidi’s “WHORE.”
Both female rockers tossed their now-useless outfits into the audience, where they were grabbed and practically shredded into pieces as people tried to claim a part of it as their own. “We are Butcher Babies!” Heidi shouted out to the crowd as the two girls threw up horns and stuck out their tongues, showing off brand-new tongue piercings. “And make no mistake: we put the SLUT in slut metal!”
With that, the band started playing their first new song, “Fuck Meat”:
“Fuck meat, fuck meat, on the prowl,
Pump my cunt and make me howl.
Satisfying both our needs,
Fuck my ass until it bleeds!”
The girls were grabbing their tits and squeezing them, screeching the words as they headbanged, their hair flying. Heidi pulled hard on one of her nipple rings, growling loudly into the mic. Carla stood with her legs spread apart and her hips thrust out, slapping her cunt again and again with the rhythm.
“Treat me like a little bitch,
Use your cock to scratch my itch.
Fucking me just never ends
When you’re through I’ll fuck your friends!”
Heidi got on her knees at the edge of the stage, reaching out to high-five everyone who wanted one. Many people reached up to grope at her body, hands pawing her tits and feeling her cunt. One guy was even bold enough to stick a finger inside, and Heidi grabbed his wrist and pulled it up towards her lips, sucking his sticky finger in her mouth for a couple of moments before letting him go. Meanwhile Carla was sticking the end of her mic into her cunt, the wet sounds of it clearly audible.
“I’m fuck meat born and fuck meat bred,
I’m fuck meat ‘til I’m fucking dead!
Don’t need to pay to make you rock,
I’ll pay to suck your fucking cock!”
The song changed into the two girls screaming the title repeatedly at the top of their lungs, with the crowd joining in before the song ended. Immediately the band launched into their second song, “Bitches Scream While Bastards Cream”:
“Come in through my window, climb into my bed,
Wake me up and whip it out, and I’ll be giving head.
‘Your cunt tastes good,
your cum is sweet,
you’re giving me a tasty treat.
And when it’s done,
we’ll have more fun.’
And this is what my daddy said!”
Carla punctuated the words to the song by straddling one of the amps and humping against it. “Ahhh, yeah,” she hissed, feeling the rough surface of the amp slide against her sensitive twat. “This feels so good. I can feel the roughness on my goddamn cunt, and the music makes it pulse!” On the other side of the stage Heidi had grabbed their bassist Jason’s face and started a hot open-mouth kiss with him while he continued to play, the two of them sticking out their tongues to slide against the other obscenely.
“I don’t need no rubbers, I’m not taking pills,
‘Cause riding on you bareback is giving me a thrill!
Cum in me,
I’ll squat it out.
Just wanna hear you scream and shout
When you nut
Inside my butt.
‘Cause this is how I pay my bills!”
Carla stood at the edge of the stage, bent over so that her ass was sticking out towards the audience. Many hands were slapping her asscheeks, quickly turning it red. “Yeah, smack that slutty ass!” Carla shouted. “Make it fucking crimson before the night’s over!” Beside her Heidi was doing the same.
“Stick me good in every hole, I only aim to please,
You can put me on my back, or on my hands and knees.
while bastards cream,
that’s my motherfucking dream.
So all you whores
Get on the floor
And spread your legs, don’t be a tease!”
The girls screeched out the last line of their song again, headbanging as the song ended. As the music stopped the crowd roared and screamed their approval, stamping their feet and clapping their hands. The air in the venue was hot and electric and the concert had only just begun.
Carla and Heidi had a glow of sweat on their bodies, which showed clearly from the lights on them. Though both were breathing heavy, they were far from tired; on the contrary, they were amped up and ready to keep going. Carla reached behind an amp and pulled out two bottles of water, passing one to Heidi before the two of them drank deeply. Heidi finished about three-quarters of hers and spilled the remainder of it down her front before tossing the empty bottle into the crowd. Carla did the same, only her bottle was still filled by about a third, and there was laughter as it splashed all over.
“You guys enjoying the show?” Heidi shouted. “You like our new songs?” The crowd roared its answer in the affirmative. “You want more?” Again with a very enthusiastic response.
“One thing, though, before we keep going,” Carla said. “I’m looking at all of you right now, and then looking at Heidi and myself, and I’m thinking, you guys are seriously overdressed for this shit.” There was laughter from the crowd. “Seriously, it’s hot as the Devil’s ballsack in here, and I know it’s not just from the room by itself.”
“So what we wanna see, before we close out tonight, is all you fuckers getting buck naked with us,” Carla continued. “Our show is only getting started, and we’ve got some hot and kinky shit planned, and part of that involves everybody going full birthday suit. The guys are gonna get naked later, we’re probably gonna take these fucking boots off—hang on.” She passed her mic to Heidi before bending down to loosen and kick off her boots, now standing barefoot onstage. Heidi passes the mics over to her to do the same as Carla continues. “Now we’re fucking naked as jaybirds, and we wanna see all you guys doing it also. Doesn’t have to be now, but before our final song is over, we wanna see that skin.”
“Don’t worry about how you’re gonna look,” Heidi said, taking her mic back. “We don’t give a fuck if you’re short, fat, hairy, or a chick with a dick—you’re all fucking hot to us already just by being here, and if other people laugh or complain, tell them to go fuck themselves!” That got a loud cheer and claps from the audience, and people were already starting to pull off outer layers of clothing.
“Our next song is for all the ladies in the audience,” Carla said. “Whether you’re a mother, a daughter, a sister, or a girlfriend, however many names you call yourself, you all share this one label in common…” She paused, then both girls shouted the title: “DILDO RIDER!”
The band started playing fast and heavy as Heidi reached behind another amp and pulled out two very thick black dildos about 10 inches long. She passed one to Carla, and they both started whipping the plastic shafts across their chests and stomachs with loud slaps in time to the music.
“I don’t want your kisses.
I don’t want your hugs.
I don’t want to see your face, you got an ugly mug.
Don’t show up at my doorstep.
Don’t call me on the phone.
Don’t send me pictures of your dick, I got my own at home.
Don’t have a dog to piss the floor.
Don’t have a cat that bites.
All I got’s a Rabbit, and it keeps me hot at night.
Don’t send me cards or flowers.
Don’t give me sweets and stuff.
I just need AA batteries to help fill up my muff.”
Carla grabbed Heidi and practically threw her to the stage floor on her hands and knees, facing the audience. The dark-haired rocker stood behind her, brandishing her dildo like a weapon before bending down and placing the tip of it against Heidi’s cunt. Heidi continued the song, holding the mic and her own dildo in one hand while glaring fiercely at the audience.
“I’m a fucking dildo rider, it’s what I’m all about.
When boys and men get wilting dicks, this dong never runs out.
So hear me when I say that it’s always without fail,
When I get plastic shoved in me, I lose my mind and wail.”
At this the music suddenly cut and Carla shoved the dildo into Heidi’s cunt, the blonde’s loud scream ringing from the speakers. Carla hammered it in and out for a good ten to fifteen seconds, managing to get over 2/3rds of it inside as Heidi squealed from each thrust, before the band jumped back in with the music. She flipped the blonde over onto her back and spun her so that everyone could see the large black sex toy jutting obscenely from her cunt. Heidi started sawing it in and out of her twat as Carla grabbed the other dildo from Heidi’s hands and continued the song.
“I’ll take it in my pussy and I’ll take it in my ass.
I’ll do it in my bedroom or outside on the grass.
And when I’ve made my asshole sore, my cunt lips start to sag,
I’ll stick it in my mouth and throat just to hear me gag.”
Carla opened her mouth wide and took the dildo in her mouth, pushing more and more of it inside as it slides down her throat. She started gagging almost immediately and pumped the dildo in and out of her gullet, holding the mic close to her mouth so everyone could hear her choking and gagging herself on the plastic shaft. Spit drooled freely down her lips and chin, and her eye makeup started running down her cheeks from the tears.
The song continued, but there were no more words, just gagging and squealing noises from the girls as they continued to fuck themselves with the oversized fake dongs. The music sped up, the girls matching the pace until Heidi screamed again, this time in orgasm as she came onstage, her body shaking while she pumped the dildo furiously. Carla jerked the dildo from her mouth, long strings of drool and throat slime attached to it, and slapped herself across her cheeks with it, making them red.
The song ended as Heidi pulled the dildo from her cunt and threw the cum-soaked toy into the crowd before Carla helped her up. There were calls for her to throw the other dildo. “Not just yet, pervs!” Carla shouted, leaving on the side of the stage for now. “We still need this for one more song later. Trust me, it’s worth the wait.”
“This next song is kind of a love song,” Heidi said. “About what happens when two people with a shared interest get together.”
The band started playing, a slower, softer melody at first as Heidi and Carla, standing a bit apart, started sidling up next to each other, not making eye contact, but reaching out to brush their hands lightly over the other’s skin. The music started grinding up as they got closer and closer together, their hands now running over each other before Carla grabbed Heidi’s face and kissed her, with Heidi responding instantly. The two shared an open-mouth kiss, their pierced tongues dueling almost in mid-air as the band kicked into high gear with “Scissor Sister”:
“Sugar and spice and all things nice, that’s what girls are made of.
Big fat tits and a soaking gash, that’s the kind of girl that I love.
I need a chick that gets me off, who makes me squeal and grunt.
Don’t matter if she don’t like dick as long as she eats cunt!
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
Lover from another mister.
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
She’s so hot she makes me blister.
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
I can’t wait to fucking kiss her.
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
I can’t wait to fucking fist her.”
Heidi pushed Carla onto her knees, standing in front of the dark-haired with her legs spread apart. She forced Carla’s face into her crotch, aggressively grinding against her mouth and groaning her pleasure at the feeling of her tongue.
“I’ll suck her goddamn milk jugs dry, I’ll swallow up her bush,
And when I’ve feasted on her twat, I’ll start in on her tush.
I know that it sounds sappy, it’s enough to make you spit,
But it’s fucking romantic when I’m taste-testing her shit!
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
We don’t need no fucking dick!
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
Just rubbing cunts until we’re sick!
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
Suck on clits just how we like!
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
We’re just two fucking lezzie dykes!”
Carla and Heidi got down on the stage floor, facing each other and drawing close so that their pussies were rubbing against each other, their legs intertwining. Hank started a hard, fast guitar solo as the two frontwomen started scissoring in time to the music. Carla grabbed Heidi by her nipple rings and held onto them for balance, with the blonde doing the same with handfuls of Carla’s hair. The two girls were screaming in both pleasure and pain as they ground their steaming twats against each other, almost banging them together at some points. They came almost at the same time, their hips shaking and pressing together so hard it hurt as they shrieked and cursed through their orgasms, cunt cream staining their inner thighs and legs.
The two girls collapsed as the song ended, drenched in sweat and gasping as the crowd roared its praise. All of the audience members had at least stripped down to their underwear at least, with around half of fully naked. The concert venue was becoming more and more like a free-for-all swinger’s club, as every man was sporting a hard-on and every women had tits and pussies swollen with arousal. Quite a few people were already giving into their lust as couples and threesomes were going at it with wild abandon. Even the staff had gotten sucked into it, ditching all professionalism along with their clothes as they joined in. The pretty bartender was bent over the counter, getting nailed in the ass by a male concertgoer while his girlfriend was on her knees blowing two burly security guys. Another male fan reached over the counter and grabbed a beer tap as the guy sodomizing the bartender pulled her body up into a half-standing position. Her tits and stomach were hosed down with foaming beer as she shrieked at how cold it felt against her hot skin.
Heidi and Carla got to their feet, grabbing more bottles of water and drinking them down before pouring more over their heads. “Who’s ready for more?!” Heidi shouted, and the crowd roared as they launched into their next song, “Blown-Out Asshole”:
“I got a problem and I really need a fix.
My asshole’s gaping open from too many dicks.
The damage is heavy, and I really have no doubt.
I have to use a plug to keep my ass from falling out.”
Carla got on her knees at the edge of the stage, bending forward and facing away from the audience so they can see her asshole. Heidi took the remaining black dildo from the side of the stage and brought it over, kneeling beside Carla and holding it at the entrance to her ass. She started pushing the dildo inside as Carla sings, her words punctuated by animalistic grunts:
“When I first got sodomized it made me feel alive.
I was barely legal and the guy was sixty-five.
He fucked it hard and made it bleed, I sucked him clean, and then
I kissed my grandpa on the cheek and said I’d come again.”
Heidi had half the dildo in Carla’s butt at this point, pumping it back and forth as she worked more of it in. Carla squealed like a stuck pig with each thrust, the noises she was making mixed in with the lyrics:
“I’ve taken boys and girls up there, I’m the perfect mate.
Any age or race or size, I don’t discriminate.
They use their cocks and use their fists, they really stretch me wide.
They film it all and play it back to show me my insides.”
Most of the dildo sawed easily in and out of Carla’s bowels, with only about an inch and a half left over. Heidi stopped trying to push more in, instead just pounding and jerking the toy as hard as she could. Carla’s anal ring puckered and flared with each movement and she screamed gutturally as her asshole was abused.
“So if you see me on the street, be sure to say ‘Hello.’
I’ll turn around and spread my cheeks to give you a free show.
“Cause I’m a girl you won’t forget, I’m making it my goal,
To meet someone who loves to rock and my blown-out asshole.”
Heidi yanked the dildo out in one motion, revealing Carla’s battered asshole stretched wide to almost 4 inches. Carla reached back and spread it further with her hands, showing off the inside of her ass. As Heidi threw the sodden dildo into the crowd, where a trio of girls grabbed at it and fell to the floor as they fought for a taste, Carla stuck her closed hand inside her ass, fisting herself for half a minute before pulling her hand out. Her asshole prolapsed and the audience cheered as they saw the raw, wet, reddish-pink flesh of her rectum exposed to them. Heidi leaned it and put her mouth over the rosebud of Carla’s asshole, sucking on it as Carla smeared her anal juices all over her own face as the song ended.
Carla’s asshole started closing back up, with Heidi helping by pushing her rectum back inside before the two got to their feet. The smell of sweat and cum was thick in the room as more people were stripping off the last of their clothes and public sex was becoming more rampant. “I can see plenty of you horny fuckers getting dirty and nasty with each other!” Heidi called out. “It makes us so fucking happy to see that, I love it!”
“And to everybody else who’s not screwing or getting screwed, we got a song for you too,” Carla said. “It’s called, ‘Jerk Off!’”
The band started to play, a thumping drum section accentuating the music:
Just to start the day.
When you want to play.
When you’re all alone.
Or with friends at home.
Give in to demand.
Beat it using both your hands.
Splooge onto the floor.
Lick it up, don’t waste it, whores!”
Hank stopped playing and pulled off his guitar, moving towards the edge of the stage. The band had been wearing only boxers for the concert, and Hank ripped them off, his hard cock bobbing as he threw them into the audience. He started masturbating, pointing his cock towards the crowd in front of him as he worked his hand up and down the shaft in time to the beat. Carla and Heidi stood on either side, their legs apart and sticking fingers in their twats.
Squirting’s so much fun.
Like a fucking water gun.
Ain’t against the law.
Go on, rub it raw!
Work it twenty-four, seven.
Feels like fucking heaven.
‘Til you’re fucking blind.
‘Til you lose your mind!
The girls and Hank let out primal screams as they started cumming hard, their hips cocked forward to drench the audience. Hot, sticky cunt cream sprayed from both pussies, showering over everybody in range, while Hank let loose with jets of semen spurting onto as many girls’ faces as possible.
As soon as Hank finished his climax, he quickly moved back and grabbed his guitar, putting it back on to resume playing. A final few drops of cum were hanging in a oozing string from the end of his cock, but he left it as is. Hank started playing a hard and fast riff, cuing the others to speed up also as Heidi and Carla jumped down from the stage to storm the audience with the crowd making room for them to pass, though many people reach out to grope their tits and asses.
“Let me see you jerk off,
let me see you pop.
Bust a nut or squirt your cunt,
the party never stops.
And if your arm gets tired,
your fingers get all numb,
just call a friend to help you out,
play with your junk to cum!”
Heidi stopped in front of a group of guys, all of them jacking their dicks as they stare at her body. “You wanna know what the best part of jerking off is?” she barked at them. “Having a target!” With that she dropped to her knees in front of them, sticking out her chest and spreading her arms wide. “Paste me, fuckers!” She flipped them off with both fingers while opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue, her piercing glinting in the light. The guys started cumming, grunting and cursing as they shoot their loads over Heidi’s face and chest. Thick wads of jism splattered across her cheeks and nose while ropes of it slopped onto her tits, dripping off her nipple rings and sliding down her stomach. Across the room Carla was getting the same treatment, with a few more guys grabbing handfuls of her hair to cum into before rubbing their sperm into her scalp like shampoo.
Onstage Chris and Jason abandoned their instruments and rushed to kneel at the edge of the stage, furiously jerking off to Hank’s hard and fast guitar solo. Chris came right in the face of a girl with a shaved head, temporarily blinding her as she took a shot to her eyes, while James sprayed his load into the mouths of two girls who looked like identical twins and who immediately started kissing hotly, swapping the precious semen back and forth.
Hank finished his guitar solo, ending the song, and Carla and Heidi stood up and took mock bows at the cheering throngs around them. Both girls had heavy amounts of cum on their bodies and they rubbed it into their skin as their male bandmates took a few quick moments to prepare for their next song.
“You look like such a skank right now!”
“Oh, thanks! I was going for that look!” Heidi responded in a valley-girl tone, and the crowd laughed.
“All right, enough of that bullshit!” Carla said, turning back to the audience. “Right now we’re looking for love…and to us, there isn’t anything we LOVE more than being made airtight!”
“Fuck yeah, there isn’t!” Heidi chimed in, and the band queued up their next song, “Three-Hole Romance”:
“I’m not a one-man woman, not a two-man witch,
I need three male fuckers to satisfy this bitch.
One to pierce my cunt, one shoved up my ass,
and one sticking down my throat just so I don’t sass!”
Heidi and Carla stalked through the audience, choosing male members at random and leading them by their cocks to the center of the room. Each of them took three, choosing one to get down on the floor on their backs. The two men laid on their backs, their cocks pointing straight up at the girls’ pussies as Carla and Heidi stood over them, dropping onto their knees and impaling their cunts simultaneously. The girls started riding them to the rhythm of the music.
“I’m a girl with needs that can’t be satisfied
Until my boyfriend brings over two more guys.
So don’t be fucking shocked if I won’t go out with you
‘Cause I’ll never say yes ‘til you bring the other two!”
Two other men got behind Heidi and Carla, with the girls leaning forward and spreading their asscheeks open. The men easily slid their cocks inside their asses and started pounding away, with the girls fucking back at them just as hard.
“Cupid didn’t strike my heart, he struck my wet pussy,
And then he struck my butt and mouth and always made me crave three.
So you can call me slut, or you can call me whore,
But I only take three ‘cause I can’t fit the other four!”
The remaining two men moved in front of their faces and started fucking their mouths, with their girls relaxing their throat muscles for easier penetration. The song continued as the mics picked up choked, muffled squeals of pleasure from the girls and the sounds of balls slapping against chins. It didn’t take long for the guys to cum, and they spurted their loads inside their respective holes, ending the song.
As Carla and Heidi got off the men they’d been riding, fresh cum running from their twats and assholes down their legs, Heidi shouted, “We got a couple more songs for you, and this next song’s gonna get nasty! You thought we were fucked up before, wait ‘til you see this!” With that she and Carla dropped their mics to the ground as they headed straight for the men’s room, pushing their way inside while others followed them. Those that couldn’t get through watched as two large TV screens, one on either side of the room, lit up, showing that the men’s room had had cameras and microphones placed all over the walls and were recording everything in high definition quality.
Inside the men’s room the orgiastic sex was continuing, with couples bent over sinks or pressed up against the graffiti-marked walls. A few were even on the filthy floor, rutting with abandon like animals. Carla and Heidi stepped over them as they headed for the stalls. As they stood in front of two closed stalls, they turned to one of the cameras mounted on the walls. “You wanna see how Carla and I unwind after a hard day?” Heidi asked. She and Carla slammed the stalls’ doors open, revealing incredibly filthy-looking toilets.
Puddles of old piss, used condoms, and crumpled toilet paper littered the floor, while lewd graffiti and crude images of obscenity covered the sides of the stalls. The toilets looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, with unknown stains covering the seats and inside of the bowls. Both toilets were nearly filled to the brim with piss, as though they were clogged and no one had bothered to fix them. With a devilish smile, Carla shouted into the camera. “Start the music, boys!”
With that the band launched into their next song, “Piss Whores”:
“Pump my pussy in the bedroom.
Get my ass slammed in the hall.
But I get really fucking turned on
When I get mounted in a stall.
You can put me on the dirty floor.
Make me crawl in the muck.
‘Cause when I’m covered in toilet scum,
That’s when I really love to fuck!”
Heidi and Carla got down to the floor and started rolling around on the floor, grime and filth sticking to their skin. Heidi scooped up a few used condoms and shoved them into her mouth, chewing on them as old semen oozed into her mouth. Carla dipped her face in a puddle of piss, turning her head side to side to get it all over. She then grabbed a wad of particularly dirty toilet paper nearby and wiped her face with it before sticking it in her mouth and sucking on it.
Heidi spit the chewed condoms from her mouth and continued,
“Bend me over the damn toilet
When it’s gold or when it’s brown.
Stick my head into the fucking bowl
And watch me drink it all down!”
With that she and Carla bent over double in front of their respective toilets, grasping the seats for balance as their asses were raised up. “C’mon, you goddamn bastards!” Carla yelled, the toilet paper falling from her mouth. “Get in here and fuck us like we want it!”
Two men pushed their way in to take their positions, shoving their cocks inside the girls’ assholes to the hilt in one go and starting to fuck them hard. The girls’ screams of pleasure were cut off as the men reached forward and thrust their heads into the toilets, piss sloshing over the rims as they did so. Back in the main room the screens cut to shots of Carla and Heidi’s faces, blurred with bubbles and tinted a heavy yellow—apparently there were cameras INSIDE the toilets as well, capturing the girls’ expressions. Though the picture was somewhat obscured with the tint and bubbling, it was clear that they were enjoying it immensely, as the source of all the bubbling came from the girls themselves, still shrieking in ecstasy into the piss-filled toilet bowls.
Every so often the men would pull their soaked heads from the bowls so they could breathe for a few moments before sticking them back in. Each time they were pulled out the girls had their cheeks swollen full with liquid waste, which they swallowed down before getting dunked again. At one point Heidi opened her mouth to reveal a medium-sized dark brown chunk on her tongue before she swallowed it whole. The men couldn’t hold back over the sheer depravity of the girls, and within minutes they were spurting heavy loads within their asses. They were replaced by two more men, and then two more after that, all of them cumming deep in Carla and Heidi’s bowels. The girls were cumming hard as well, gripping the toilets as their bodies shook from orgasm.
Back in the main room, the other band members were getting their share of the action as several female audience members had come up onstage. Jason was bent over while a girl with a spiked pink Mohawk spread his asscheeks open and drove her tongue into his asshole. Chris was having his cock sucked by two girls with dyed black hair as they traded his cock between their lips. Hank was on his back as a heavily tattooed girl bounced her ass on top of his cock. Surprisingly, the band managed to keep performing, owing to plenty of practice sessions when Heidi and Carla had done the same to them while they were playing.
The song was almost over as Heidi and Carla pulled their heads from the now nearly-empty bowls. Their hair was filthy and sopping, sticking to their scalps, while their eye makeup was almost gone, the last remains of it running down their drenched faces. The girls pushed out of their stalls and dropped to their knees in the center of the floor, arms wrapping around each other.
“The only showers we take are golden!” Carla barked. “Hose us down like we’re goddamn urinals, fuckers!”
A dozen streams of steaming hot piss rained down from all directions onto the two girls, spraying every inch of their bodies. Heidi and Carla rubbed it into their skin, mixing it with the drying sperm already there. Most of the pissers were men, although there were quite a few women there who added their own waste, aiming their hips and spreading their cunt lips as they let loose. One woman turned around and spread her asscheeks open, spraying piss from her bowels to the girls’ surprise. “Four fucking strangers just pissed in my ass!” she called out. “Thought you’d want a taste of it.” The girls did their best to catch as much as they could in their mouths, gulping it down.
Finally the song was over and the girls stood up, completely soaked to the skin and reeking of liquid waste. They made their way out of the men’s room back into the main room, where they were greeted with heavy cheers. “Thank you so much for coming out tonight, Los Angeles!” Carla shouted. “You guys have been a fan-fucking-tastic audience. Everybody have fun tonight?” There were more cheers; most people were all fucked out by this point, but still had the energy to see the concert to its end.
“We got one more song for you tonight!” Heidi said loudly. “And after tonight, do us a favor and tell everyone you know about what went on here tonight. EVERYTHING. Me and Carla and the guys loved putting this show together, and we’d love to do it for you guys again, and for more people also, so just tell people, blog about it, put whatever videos you got online—just spread the word, and Butcher Babies will bring slut metal to everyone!” The audience roared in approval.
“So we’re gonna do our final song for you guys,” Carla continued. “But first we gotta clean up a bit.” The girls made their way to behind the bar, taking two water taps and aiming them at each other. They started hosing each other down, cleaning the piss from their bodies, and even turned a bit of it onto other people nearby.
When their bodies were sufficiently cleaned, the girls left the bar and headed back to the stage, pausing only to pick up their mics from the floor. Reaching the stage, they sat on the edge of it instead of climbing back up, their legs hanging over the side. “Our last song is going to involve you guys…even though the other couple did also,” Heidi said, rolling her eyes good-naturedly at her statement. “But this one’s really special, it can’t work without you.”
With that, the band started their final song, “Knock Me Down, Knock Me Up”:
“Knock me down, knock me up,
I can’t ever get enough.
Stick your cock deep in my twat,
fill me up with creamy shots!
Knock me down, knock me up,
love the way you treat me rough.
Ditch the rubber, fuck the pill,
Spray my womb, just let it spill!
‘Cause I don’t give a fuck if you shoot off in my puss.
A ton of other guys have done it, so don’t be such a wuss.
And even if I got knocked up, I’d still be having fun.
You can find me six months later taking cock in pregnant cunt!”
“All you male fuckers out there, listen up!” Heidi shouted. “Any of you who can still get it up, get over here and fuck us good! Empty your balls in either of our gashes!” Though many of the men had wilted cocks fucked raw and dry, there were still some that managed to get it up once more, and they hurried forward, forming two mini-lines as Carla and Heidi got serviced again and again. The girls laid back on their arms, alternating between shouting encouragement at the men to pump their loads inside them and squealing in pleasure. Even the other band members got into it, taking turns one at a time to blast off inside the girls while the other two played.
The last two guys on the lines finished emptying their balls and staggered away. “Is that it? No one else?” When no one else came forward, the girls finished their song:
“We’re the Butcher Babies, we’re a metal band of sluts!
We take it deep in all our holes, we love every kind of smut!
So tell your friends and neighbors when we’re coming into town,
‘Cause we’re fucking each and every one, we’ll make the people drown
With the last lyrics of the song two gallon-sized buckets filled with semen were tipped over from a preset place by the ceiling above the two girls. A thick, white flood of goo fell onto Carla and Heidi, covering them from head to toe in sperm, as well as splattering thickly on the edge of the stage around them. The girls stood up, semen running down their bodies in rivers, and started headbanging, their cum-soaked hair whipping around and flinging strings of it all over. They did this for a full minute, their band playing an hard, fast outro to close the concert until finally, with one jarring beat, the song ended.
The audience cheered uproariously one last time for the concert they’d never forget. “Thank you so much, Los Angeles!” the girls shouted. “GOOD NIGHT!”
* * *
Two days after the concert (the previous day spent in a near-coma to recover from their epic performance), the girls were sitting in Dave’s office once more for another meeting. Dave was running a bit behind, so the two were chatting as they waited.
“We definitely got the attention back,” Carla said, looking through entertainment news headlines on her phones. “’Mass Orgy Breaks Out during Concert, Butcher Babies Responsible’. ‘Butcher Babies Turn Music Performance Into Live Sex Show’. ‘Slut Metal Group Proves More Slut than Metal’. That last one I kinda resent; we may be sluts, but we’re still all metal.”
“I just wish we knew what the record label thinks,” Heidi said, a little anxiously. “I only read bits and pieces of the reviews. A lot of people loved it, but I think just as many people hated it. Said we needed to get out of music and go back to porn where we belong.”
“Ugh, don’t listen to them.” Carla shook her head. “They don’t know shit about who we are and what we do.”
At that point, Dave came into the office and, after a quick apology for being late, sat down at his desk and regarding the girls with a serious expression, saying nothing.
“Well?” Carla demanded after a minute of silence. “What did the label think?”
After a few more tense moments, Dave broke into a smile. “They loved it. The new songs, the performances, all of it. They’re working out a new contract right now, but the short version is: they want a new record from the band, one with all the songs and anything else you girls can come up with.”
The girls relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. Carla reached over and lightly smacked his arm. “Don’t scare us like that, you ass.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Dave chuckled. “I just enjoyed seeing the looks on your faces.”
“They really did love it, though?” Heidi asked. “All of it, like you said?”
Dave nodded. “They went on and on about the artistic quality and promoting freedom of expression and all that, but the bottom line for them was how much attention it’s getting from everyone—both good and bad. Notoriety gets more people in the stores, which gets them paid, so they’re on board with all of that.”
“Wow.” Heidi shook her head. “I can’t believe they went for it. Especially with all the crazy shit we did: the fisting, Carla’s prolapse, drinking piss out of toilets, the cum bath…”
“Yeah, about that, I have to know: how did you get that much cum, anyway?” Carla asked Dave. “What, did you rob a dozen sperm banks or something?”
“Not…exactly.” Dave fidgeted in his seat for a brief moment. “Let’s just say, I had to get…creative with how I managed to get so much. I mean, it WAS all cum, but…”
Dave hesitated again, then changed the subject. “There’s also one more thing. The label was hoping they could get you back on tour once this new record finished. Not opening, but headlining. You’d be doing what you did all over the country. How does that sound?”
Carla and Heidi looked at each other for a long moment. Then they looked back at Dave. “Where do we sign?”