Chapter 56: Kumiho’s Final Show

On Saturday morning we met for the final team briefing and the last preparations at 8 a.m. The show was scheduled from noon until midnight, with the last hour reserved for interviews.

Diellza and Felicia were in the studio before Isabell and I arrived. One by one the other team members showed up: Sandro as the new sound technician, Andreas as lighting, and Malin as an assistant. Only at twenty past eight did Thomas appear and apologize for being late. Contrary to what Diana had said, it was already more than the usual team I was used to, but it was also a Saturday show.

The two paladins had to prep with enemas, because anal play was on the plan. Isabell and I were spared that this time.

Even though nobody said it out loud, the rumors about Alice had made the rounds, and everyone was waiting for some kind of official explanation. Yesterday I had already told Diellza and Felicia the truth, that Alice had dealt drugs and was addicted herself. Thomas had gotten Diana’s permission beforehand to report it that way. But there still hadn’t been any official statement on the intranet.

“All right,” I began. “You’ve probably all heard the rumors already, or you will. Alice was arrested yesterday by security right outside my apartment. Before that she threatened me with a knife so I would help her not get thrown out.”

The others looked at each other, shaken, except for Isabell and Thomas, who already knew those details.

“Personally I have nothing against Alice, and I’m sad and horrified about what happened. But everyone here knows drugs and knows what they can do to a person. Unfortunately I didn’t recognize her problem earlier. If I had, I would never have considered her for this show. So does anyone here have an issue with me because of that? If you do, we need to clear it up now, so we can run the show professionally and smoothly.”

They glanced around, uncertain. Then, hesitantly, they shook their heads.

“Good. Now that that’s settled, we’ll go through the scenes one more time. Scene one: Kumiho and the renegade paladin ambush the two paladin guards. Scene two: tying up and interrogation. Scene three: the prisoners are stripped and tortured at the genitals. Scene four: the prisoners have to sexually satisfy Kumiho and her companion. Scene five: the prisoners are brought to unconsciousness by orgasm torture. Scene six: interview, end of show. No watersports. If you need to pee, give the signal in time. None of us performers goes to the toilet, but we have buckets. Clear?”

General nodding.

“All right, then let’s get on stage and do a short run-through of the sequences.”

The title of the show was: Kumiho’s Revenge.
Contrary to what the title suggested, nobody was supposed to get killed.

Diellza was a twenty-two-year-old, slim Albanian woman with surprisingly lush breasts that barely fit into the paladin costume shirt. She had a pouty mouth, doe-brown eyes, black hair, and she could move with grace. A shame we weren’t doing a music show where she could dance. During the briefing the day before, she had mentioned that she would have loved to become a ballet dancer. I was sure she would have had the talent for it. Only her body shape just did not match it.

I should have picked her right away instead of Alice, because she was perfect casting, even though, or because, she did not make it easy for me from the very start of the show. She actually tried to resist when I attempted to overpower her. So the originally planned easy ambush turned, thanks to her, into an improvised fight show, where we gave each other nothing for free as opponents. Even though she was smaller, lighter, and clearly weaker, she was more agile. Thankfully I was in training and did not get out of breath, but after only ten minutes our cotton shirts were drenched with sweat and see-through as we shifted into grappling. By then all cameras were focused only on the two of us. Malin had grabbed the handheld camera, and two automatic stage cameras were filming anyway, controlled by Charly in the control room.

Of course neither of us fought for real or at full strength. It was more circling, dodging, grappling, and pushing, until I finally managed to twist her arms behind her back, force her down, and pin her to the floor with a triumphant sit on her ass. Even then she writhed like a snake and tried to get free. I blew a strand of hair out of my face and took the rope from my belt to bind her for good. Only a loose loop around her neck ended her resistance completely. Slightly irritated by this unplanned improvisation, I also tied her feet and thighs together and then connected everything into a perfect hogtie bundle. I changed the loop around her neck though, and ran the rope between her teeth instead, where it also served as a gag. To finish, she got two hard smacks on the ass with my flat hand, which made her yelp. Only then did I look over at Isabell and her victim, who had both stepped back as visibly surprised spectators and given us room.