[ENF] [EUF Story] Butcher Babies go on live!

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This has been a long time since I wrote a EUF story! THi sis inspired by a band saw on a music festival that summer. ENjoy!
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« Okay lads, your show will begin in 2 minutes. There are 5000 people outside waiting, so I don’t care about your internecine strife ! We already have a band which cancelled its show 2 hours before its performance last year, so you get your ass off and play that damn gig!”. The man who spoked in those words like a sergent instructor in some cheap War-themed blockbuster was an angry rock manager. The railed people in front of him were the two frontmen-or, more exactly, frontwomen - of “Butcher Babies”, a US metal rock band who was expected to play in a few seconds. Where exactly? Well, in nothing but one of the biggest rock festivals in Europe, the Hellfest. This event was a great opportunity for the band to increase its reputation overseas, as they were more used to small gig events as a band opener. Though, they were still an opener today, as they were planned to play at noon in front of people trying to recover from a hangover, or waiting for a more famous band in a couple of hours. Or to enjoy the “view” of a “musical experience”.

At least it was Butcher Babies’ main interest: it was composed of 5 members: three musicians and two singers. Here was the twist: nobody really paid attention to the three guys holding their instruments. They would be playing naked, or be replaced by anyone else, nobody would notice it. The main argument(s) of the band was its massive recruiting of two frontwomen who grabbed the attention of the audience: Carla Harvey and Heidi Shepherd. Having a female member in a metal band was something quite uncommon. A female singer, more. A female singer screaming loud and deep, a rarity. So when you get two pearls like that together, you immediately create curiosity. In addition to their “screaming” skills, they also decided to play on the “shock rock” fashion style, in their personal point of view. This was probably the main reason why this band began to earn its fame…

On the one hand was Heidi, from Los Angeles. She was tall, quite tanned, toned, with long hair dyed in bright red. She was the first one recruited in the band and was proud of that situation. She loved wearing tight leather trousers or skirts with a bustier which contained her firm breasts, despite her age. Soon, she had been paired with a freshly new recruit in the metal circuit, Carla. She was a bit younger than Heidi, but quickly shew her “skills”. In screaming, but in provocative look too. She had dyed her hair in blue, in contrast with her co-singer, but the attention was quickly focused on her boobs: she loved to wear bustiers one size smaller in order to tease the audience, as she thought she was anatomically gifted herself. She prefered to wear short shorts in order to underline her busty butt and toned legs.

Having these two explosive women in a band was a force when it was time to face and drive a crowd in front of you. Until woman’s jealousy came back and overwhelmed any musical priorities. Arguments in a band could happen sometimes and could strengthen the members. However, Heidi and Carla had been arguing each other since the beginning of the European tour. Both girls had outsize ego and as time went by, each one wanted to become the REAL lead singer as they were less and less interested in sharing the mic. Then, they began to criticize each other’s look, for some silly jealousy. How many shows had been cancelled after an argument ending with “Fat Ass!” or “Your hair reminds me of a cheap bloody mary!”.

Rumors of show cancelling appeared quickly on the net, and it was only under the pressure of their manager that the two girls reluctantly accepted to share a stage after two weeks of cold snobbery. It was like a miracle if they were in the backstage of this festival, maybe for the last time ever. The two girls challenged each other, giving nasty looks without saying a word. Even the jokes from the musicians would not break that antartical atmosphere in the room until the festival crew came in with their manager. After his speech, a man with a headset rushed in: “It’s time!” and the 5 members stood up and walked like robots in the corridors behind the main stage. They could all hear the growling crowd outside, applauding, cheering, as a contrast with the aggressive atmosphere between them.

As they arrived behind the stage, they had a look outside: a sea of people was waiting in front of the stage, half stood up, half sat, half fans of the band, half curious people coming in that extremely hot day. The three musicians came on stage under the cheers and began playing. The two girls looked at each other when suddenly Heidi broked the ice: “Enjoy this last gig with me, Nicki Minaj!” with a smile. “Hey Period girl! Don’t worry! I think it’s a show I will remember for ever!” she replied giggling, running on the stage, hardly heiring Heidi replying in a smirk: “Yeah, and so do I”. What both girls didn’t know was they will of course remember that gig, but the whold crowd in front of them would do in a couple of minutes too. Each girl had prepared a trap for her “friend”, and this gig would enter in the Hellfest’s legend.


Nobdy would know when the situation came south. During the first months, Heidi and Carla built a friendly relationship, sharing their same interest in extreme music and cooperation in the tough world of metal music where women represented a sharp minority. They quickly adopted a provocative and dominant personality, conspicuously showing it through their behavior and attire. They shared the stage alternating screaming and soft singing in a well balanced mix. However, the rivalry began growing when both girls had decided to create separate Instagram profiles. What was a light fame competition at first became a deep rivalry, as both girls thought the most popular between them would take the priority on stage. And so they began blemish their reputation each other, talking about their partner in nasty words during interviews, sabotaging musical performances... Both girls were tired of this turf war and secretly decided to set up their last trick to finally earning the role of lead singer of the band getting rid off their rival.



Both girls began the show screaming and spinning their hair in a colorful tornado. They looked at each other, Heidi trying to scream louder than Carla until her voice came out. The perfect moment The blue hair girl decided to rush at the front of the stage while her co-singer was a bit breathless, as the crowd could now admire the two girls in their stage attire. Heidi was wearing tight black PVC pants held by a shiny studded belt, black PVC top covering her shoulder, and a few accessories like spiked bracelets and tight black boots. Provocative enough, but Carla had decided to go further: behind the spinning blue hair, they could discover her all-studded shorts held by several iron chains and a studded belt, matched with a leather bustier closed by a zipper on the front. She completed her attire with stockings, boots, and studded gloves. They represented the perfect “Dominant metal girl” fantasy of many people gathered in front of the stage.



The first song finally ended after Carla’s solo performance, while Heidi was already coming at one side of the stage. As people began turning their head in her direction, the other singer quickly rushed on the opposite side. It was a first trial of their “fame tug of war”, as people in the crowd had to choose between two sexy singers. Heidi was cheering the crowd: “How are you? We are so glad to play in front of you!”, receiving good screams from people in front of her. Then Carla replied: “I am sooo happy to be thre in front of you!” as she screamed again, bending down enough to expose a good part of her cleavage that was barely hidden by her bustier. She could hear a few wolf whistles, a good reward for her.


They carried on playing the setlist, as the two girls paid attention to… not pay attention on the other singer. They sang without real motivation, cut off the other during their speech to the audience, even sometimes whispered an insult to the other while she was singing. A quite strange atmosphere which quickly began to infect the audience in front of them. A few people began to boo, or left what they qualified as a “pathetic stereotypical show”. If only they had stayed for the next song…



The band began playing the first measures of one of their most known songs, “Magnolia BLVD”: more than a referance to their hometown, an anthem. A duel between the two girls who alternated screaming and singing. A few people began to dance as well. Since it was THE song of the show, the band was used to set up some pyrotechnic effects like vertical flamethrowers during powerful chorus and the main bridge. The two girls were into an hysterical state, moving from one side of the stage to the other, spinning their hair, waving to the crowd. Until the main bridge came: Heidi walked at the front of the stage and began singing in a soft tone as the music turned quiet.


Then was the main moment of the show: the drums and guitar went mad while the red hair girl began a loud scream, searching air deep in her body. Meanwhile, flamethrowers spat inferno all around her under the cheers of the crowd, increasing the temperature at the centre of the stage. She felt drops on her whole body, due to the temperature she thought. “Hopefully they could not smell the perspiration in PVC clothes” she mentally giggled. She carried on as a second wave of fire came from the devices. She felt quite hot now, thinking about the good shower she would have after the show. She stood up and looked at the crowd, smiling and putting her arm in the air: “I did it! I have conquered their heart!” she thought as she saw speechless expressions. Some people were giggling: “Probably jealous Carla lovers”, and she noticed lots of phones recording in front of her. Still holding her fist in the air, she threw a last scream as the final ocean of fire triggered around her.


She suddenly had an awkward feel, as if somebody poured water all over her: she could perceive dozens of drops running all over her body and curiosity made her look down. In the next second, the sound heard in the speakers was not a cry of anger: it was a high pitched scream of embarassment and humiliation! Her PVC outfit was entirely melting under the effect of the flamethrowers, and her expensive tight trousers and top were dripping all over her body, unshielding her body from the view of the stunned audience. Behind her, the drummer played out of time, the guitarist failed his solo, the bass player...made mistakes but nobody paid attention to him. And Carla… Carla had a triumphant smile: her trick had worked! She knew Heidi would always come in the middle of the flamethrowers at that moment of the song. She knew the best way to get rid off her was to turnish her “strong” reputation, and what would be better than a good wardrobe malfunction? She replaced Heidi’s standard outfit with the perfect copy in cheaper PVC. She chose a material which could melt to low temperature, as she didn’t want her trick to harm her “friend”. In a physical way of course. The effect of the devices, coupled with the summer weather, had a great effect: the outfit didn’t look like clothes anymore as they look more like black paint on her body...Black paint which was pouring on her body and was turning into a large puddle at her feet.


Heidi immediately blushed but stayed in her “Heroic position” with her fist in the air for too long seconds. The pants had already disappeared and only a few PVC which had not melted yet shielded her boobs from complete exposure. All the people were now recording the scene: a strong looking female singer standing in nothing but boots, accessories, melted top, a studded belt on the hips and...a small satin hot pink g-string. This embarassing piece of undies was the only thing that saved her modesty, before Carla taunted her in the mic: “Nice outfit Heidi! Perfect for Hell-victoria secret!” she laughed.


This comment about her undergarments was like a sting to the scantily clad singer. She screamed again in the mic and dropped the mic, an unpleasant larsen coming out from the speakers. She wrapped her arms over her breasts, feeling the melting material on her skin. Her cheeks burnt from embarassment and she quickly turned away. This scene lookeed like her childhood nightmare where she dreamt she was naked in front of the whole school audience. This time she was not nude. Thus was even worse: she had worked so hard on her tough and dominant character, she had already played with tape on her nipples and leather pants. However this time she felt really vulnerable: she was nearly naked, her butt she was self conscious about was on display. And with a thong like that, her “tough” side was now completely crushed! “You’ve got a nice ass for a 38!” Carla teased her, as Heidi ran away, looking down to avoid eye contact with other members or her co-singer. People in the crowd were chanting and whistling as the red hair girl was on her way to the backstage, her huge jiggling butt displayed on the two big screens around the stage. Carla allower herself to one last humiliation by giving a spank to her while she passed in front of her. Heidi finally found her way to a shelter, tears dripping on her face like the last remains of her pvc top on her breasts. She wanted to disappear far away, and she thought about all the pictures and videos taken which would end on the web soon.



“Well I hope you enjoy that special prop! As you know this is the last gig of our tour and we wanted to bring you a special gift: it was Heidi’s idea -what a silly word association. By the way I feel so sad to be the one to announce that, but Heidi the Butcher - call her Heidi the Stripper now- has decided to have a break and to leave the band. Well, we understand your disappointment but be happy: we carry on and I have a complete new song for you!” Carla raised her fist in the air under the crowd’s cheers. She felt so powerful, invincible! Motivated! She had won the war against Heidi and was now the only one on the mic. She didn’t feel any pity for what happened to her: she wouldn’t have to share money and fame with her anymore! On top of it, she could now play the first song she had wrote only for her: “This sont is called “Life is a b*tch”, we wish you a pleasant festival and see you next time! One two three four!” and the band members began playing, trying to recover their focus after that surprise strip show.



Was it the atmosphere in the crowd or the hot temperature? Carla gave a sign to the props technician to light the fans on. They were round spinning devices set in front of her and she really felt the need to cool down to feel at ease during this song. The lyrics described the relation between two friends, spoilt by the “b*tchy behavior of the red b*tch”. A very elegant analogy of the relationship between the two girls, turned into the “Blue Angel” advantage of course. She had the crowd on her side and was about to begin a long scream session. She asked her technician to increase the fans power as she wanted to be in the best atmosphere for this tiring moment.



Little did she knew- and she was not supposed to be aware of it - she had triggered her fame death sentence. During the dress rehearsal, Heidi had given a subsequent tip to the technician if he put copper wire on the blades of the fan. Surprised by her request, Heidi replied: “well, we are a METAL rock band, so we should deserve METAL blades, okay sweetheart?” as she promised a part of the benefits from the gig -Carla’s part, in fact. The blades looked really beautiful and shined in the sun as they were spinning around. However, the power increase required a higher rotation speed. And any lazy student in physics science who drops off school could tell you: that was an easy way to create a portative magnet in your bedroom. And at that moment, their was a lady completely stuffed with metal gear on her standing in front of it.



The blades began turning a bit faster, creating a small magnetic field. Carla was screaming, bent down to expose a bit of her cleavage. Soon, she would show much more: under the effect of the magnet, the zipper on her bustier was coming down, showing more of her breasts but still hiding her nipples at first. She didn’t notice anything, too focused on the crowd, as her top was unzipping more and more until it was completely open. She stood up and rose her fist in the air, letting her top completely opening. Her naked round boobs with large nipples were completely on display under the “Hurray!” “Butcher Boobies!” from the crowd. Carla quickly noticed it and blushed. She felt slighly embarassed but tried to hide it, faking the comfidence: “Hum sorry, a bad joke about our band’s name” she tried to smile but could not hide her concern. She tried to zip up her top but couldn’t find the zipper: this was already ripped from the bustier and was now completely stuck on the fan grid.



a bit more concerned, she wrapped one hand over the bustier, as she was still singing. Though, this lightly humiliating experience made her losing her confidence and she was now singing out of tune. Her cheeks were burning of embarassment and she thought it was time to come at the back of the stage. However, she couldn’t move. She wanted to, she struggled hard but despite of her efforts, her hips didn’t move. The magnet was stronger now and it began attracting the huge piece of studded metal shorts she was wearing. Carla began to freak out: what was happening? Was the humiliation giving signs to her body so she couldn’t move? Before she could think about another hypothesis, the worst thing happened: in a mix sound of ripping and metal elements jingle, her shorts split in half and were attracted to the fan. Carla was now completely freaked out, eyes wide open, as she saw her beautiful shorts stuck on the fan in front of her. She cried so loud that even without a mic, people in the first rows could easily hear her despite of the music. She put her hands over her head, as she was now standing pantsless.



Carla was quite butt-sensitive, and even under so small shorts, she wouldn’t go commando. She couldn’t stand the sensation of the leather against her bottom and this was why she always wore undergarments under it. The studded shorts would give her a tough look and she really felt like a dominatrix. Sometimes, she wondered how people would react if they knew she liked wearing cute panties under it. This time finally came.



People in the crowd could notice her stockings didn’t cover all her legs and stopped at upper thighs. They finally had their curiosity fulfilled as Carla didn’t do anything to cover up: the “Blue Angel” was standing in a pair of purple satin string bikini panties, softly wrapping her big butt. What a surprise! After a tiny pink thong, huge purple panties! Definitely, these girls were just posers, playing the tough skilled gals while they still were silly teenage girls in their mind and inner behavior!


Under the rude comments and the whistles, Carla looked back and yelled at the musicians: “Help me! Stop playing and help me! “ before the bass player replied: “S-Sorry, we-we can’t! We-we promised the manager to stay professionnal so, we stay professionnal!” as he was blushing. Like the previous strip show, they were completely out of time and out of tune but wanted to keep their pride by ending the show without cutting the song. Carla turned back and couldn’t stand eye-contact with the crowd anymore, while she was so happy to flash her cleavage a few minutes ago!



She could have run backstage, especially since she didn’t have to sing before the end. However, under embarassment, your brain won’t give you relevant orders: she began to come to the fan to get her shorts back. Giving a good close-up to the people recording the scene! If only she had thought a little bit: after a few tries, she gave up and wanted to rush back to the backstage. Suddenly, to her horror, her studded gloves were attracting her and she couldn’t give any resistance! she was sliding on the floor, on the puddle of melted PVC, before her fists were stuck on the grid! “No! No no no no no! No, this can’t happen! No!” as she realized too late what a silly mistake she had made: she was now completely stuck to the fan, on the floor, her butt standing in the air! And everybody could now discover clearly the print in silver letters on her butt : “Butcher Princess”.



The crowd explode in laughter: finally, the true hidden face of “Butcher Babies” was on display! Unprofessionnal musicians were playing like beginners, while one of the singers had run away in a thong. And the last one, the “toughest” member of the band, was stuck helpless with her butt in silly panties in the air! The sun light on the satin material made them shine like a beacon in the night. Carla tried to get free as she couldn’t cover her butt. she tried to flex her legs to cover them a bit but her position didn’t allow ther to gain that shelter. She felt humiliation waves in her belly and she wanted to disappear, as she bent her head to stop looking at the crowd. Her cheeks were now burning of embarassment, and she completely went mad: she began to stomp the floor with her feet, tears dropping from her eyes: “Stop looking at me!” she screamed, as she completely gave up her dominant personality away. “Stop the fan!” she yelled, without any result: the technician was located on the other side of the crowd and could only act if he received a physical sign. Consequently, nothing was done. The song ended, the musicians flew away and the roadies began to rush on the stage. Carla could finally get free when one of them unplugged the fan, and she quickly ran away. She threw a final mad, angry look at the crowd when a girl yelled: “Nice preteen panties, Butcher Boobies!” and she gave her a finger. The crowd sang together: “Butcher Boobies! Butcher Boobies!” as the last member disappeared: after all, the show must go on!



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