Drawn to Club Boom by a lifelong, morbid fascination with destroying herself, a girl just sent out of an orphanage at eighteen sneaks backstage. She's heard the street talk that girls are blown up nightly in this place. She stalls at the door, nervous, feeling like she's about to jump into a volcano. Her flesh trembles with anxiety and anticipation, because going through that door is certain, total destruction. Her pussy, wanting to be blown up, goes in, pulling the rest of her body in after it.

Once inside, her whole body quivers with excitement, realizing her pussy is right, she wants to do this. She finds it thrilling, hoping she might be destroyed — if she isn't, she will be very disappointed.

To her surprise, no one tries to stop her as she wanders around. Naked girls are everywhere. One greets her.

"Hello, sweetie." a girl says "Who brought you here?"
"No one. I sneaked in the back door." My name is Karen. I came here because I have an irresistible urge to blow myself to bits. "
"Me, too." the girl says. "There's a lot of girls here right now, it'll be three days before they can get to you."
"Does it have to be that long?" Karen cries, "I'm afraid I'll spoil, and lose my nerve waiting three days."
"Oh, well I can see if someone will switch with you." she says. "I would, but I'm next, and they're all ready for me."
Karen looks her over in amazement, "You're going to blow yourself up right now? Wow!"
"Yes, I've been waiting over two weeks, building up my nerve." she says, "How long have you wanted to do it?"
"Seems I was born wanting to blow up." Karen answers. "As long as I can remember, it's all I've wanted. And, living in an orphanage my whole life, it's the only thing that kept me going, being blown up some day."
"You'll get to do it here, that's for sure" the girl says."Then they'll mop up your ashes, and you just won't exist anymore." She tenses up and takes a deep breath. "It's my turn, now. I'll say something about moving you up, honey."

The girl goes out onstage, talking to two others, pointing Karen out to them. She continues onstage and climbs onto a giant bomb with a fuse at least four feet high. She sits on it like a horse, with her pussy nearest the fuse.
She lights the fuse, and rides the bomb, rubbing her pussy as the fuse burns down. When the fuse reaches its end it shoots sparks like a roman candle. She holds her pussy over the fuse, the sparks burning off her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
The bomb rumbles, and she cries out in orgasm as the bomb explodes in a burst so hot Karen could feel the heat backstage. After watching the girl's annihilation in heat and ecstasy, she yells "Awesome!"

Two other girls approach her, and one says, "Hi, I'm Barbara. I'm supposed to go tomorrow, do you think you can do it then, if I trade?"
Face lit with suicidal glee, Karen says, "I'm sure I can wait one day after seeing that — my dream fulfillment."
Barbara says, "That's fine, I don't mind waiting. I'm acting manager, and it gives me more time break in the girl who takes over, so I can blow up, too. Come with us, we'll get you a bed, get you fed. Tomorrow we can get you ready for your act."
"There is no manager?" Karen asks.
"Not anymore, he got hugged too hard last year." the second girl says. "The girls run the place, while they're here. Pay bills, place orders. Place practically runs itself though."
Barbara says, "I've been manager for four months, and Jerri here is going to take over, after I'm blown up."
Karen follows the girls through a tunnel that leads underground to the other side of the block. When they come out, Karen recognizes the place.
"This is the women's shelter," she says. "I've been here before. I worked here when I was at the orphanage."
"We run the women's shelter — it's where most of us come from. I came from here." Jerri answers.
Barbara chimes in, "Since the girls took over, the club has been trying to provide for homeless women, give them food, a place to stay as long as they want. We have one condition...They have to agree to be blown up eventually."
"They are all happy to do it." Jerri says. "For most of us, being blown up is better than being out there,"
"I know what you mean," Karen says. "I have absolutely no reason to exist, No family or anything.".
"You're an orphan? No family at all?"
"Nope," Karen replies "Just got out of there today. Came straight here."

Barbara tells Jerri, "Orphans. You should look into that. It sounds like an untapped field."

Karen is fed and given a place to sleep for the night. After she showers, she joins Jerri in burning all her clothes, since she has no use for them anymore.
She shares a room with Tamara, a black woman who tells her she blows up tomorrow, too. "I want to blow up fucking a white guy", she says, holding her pussy. "I want my pussy mingling with white dick when it's blown up. I already picked him out — he's a friend from school. I called him and asked him to meet me here."
"Then he must know what you want of him?" Karen asks, giggling.
"Oh yes, he'll want to do it with me, we made a deal. Whichever of us finds a bomb will get hold of the other one."
"You two have a good time." Karen says as they both laugh. "I want to have the experience of feeling my flesh blown up. It just seems like a natural thing to do. I've always felt like I was meant to be blown up, ever since I was a little girl." "That couldn't be very long," Tamara says, smiling. You're still a little girl." as they say their goodnights. She goes to sleep relaxed, because she knows tomorrow she will be destroyed.

The next day is busy, she is cleaned up. Her body is shaved and waxed. She returns to find Tamara with her "date." Karen, despite herself can't help staring at his erect cock.

"You never been with a man, have you?" Tamara asks. Karen shyly shakes her head. "Dick, why don't you give her some?" she says to her man. "I wanna see this!" "That's not really his name." she whispers to Karen, grinning.

If Karen wasn't about to be blown up soon, she might be frightened. She has no concern for a strange man fondling her body, chewing on her melon sized breasts, and licking her pussy. When he penetrates her, she gasps in pleasure. He strokes her for several minutes, the both of them panting, before he cuts loose inside her. Karen is still trying to catch her breath as all three of them are called for. Their turns are coming up. She follows Tamara and her "date."

They are shown the different explosives available. Karen chooses the popular magnesium bulb, it's so simple, all she has to do is drop it and she's vaporised in fifteen seconds. Slow enough for her to know it's happening.

From the side stage Karen watches the Tamara and 'Dick' fuck each other on stage. The audience whoops their approval. From her angle she has an excellent view of his white cock humping her black pussy. They continue for some time, even longer than he did her, before they climax. They are both panting and chanting "blown up. blown up, blown up..."

Suddenly, they explode in a white hot fireball and are vaporized in seconds. Karen, mesmerized by the sight of the cock that was just inside her a few minutes ago boiling away in the inferno, feels like their explosion is the beginning of her foreplay for bombdeath. After a break to clean the stage, she is given the go ahead. It's her turn now...

She steps out on stage, her skin glistening in the lights, and lies down in the center of the stage, and spreads her legs wide. It is cold, because of the ventilators blowing icy air in. The bomb scarred floor is rough on her bare ass. She revels in the unique pain, knowing that her ass will be blown off it soon enough.

She picks up a magnesium bomb, thinking, "This is what's gonna blow my pussy up, huh? My final lover — even better than Dick!" She strokes her hot, delicate, shaved pussy with its cold, fragile, magnesium casing.

Aroused by having her pussy touching its destroyer, she turns it into a masturbation show for the audience. Panting and groaning, she is getting off; knowing she is going to be blown up in a minute makes it all the more exciting as she orgasms wildly and loudly, cumming on the bomb. Panting, she spreads her legs, and raises them in the air, with knees bent, so everyone can see her pussy blown away.

The icy air blowing between the cheeks of her ass, and between her breasts, hardening her nipples, makes her reflect on her tingling flesh, about to be blown apart and scattered in an inferno, in just a few seconds. She grins, happy to have found her lifelong deathwish so soon, to be blown up.

She takes a deep breath… and smashes the bomb right on her wet, excited pussy, detonating the bomb, exploding her willing pussy in white hot flame. In the few seconds before her entire body is consumed in the explosion, she thinks, "I've done it, I just blew myself away!"

Smiling, gasping, cumming, her last sensation is the pleasure of feeling her pussy and then her whole body blown apart and incinerated, white hot flames enveloping and consuming her , in her long—awaited death ecstasy.

When the fireball subsides, for lack of fuel, Karen is gone, content to be destroyed, less than twenty—four hours after she left the orphanage.