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Kristina at the Country Carnival - by Kristina Katyn  
(cannib, scat, WS, asphyx, snuff, consensual)

(a variation on an idea by Peter - of "Torturous Delights" fame)

(Copyright June 2003, Kristina Katyn.)

Ashley leaned forward to her friends in the front seats of the shiny silver car, brushed aside her blonde hair and pointed at a little white hand-painted sign by the roadside.

"Hey look guys, a carnival.  That might be fun!"

Her two companions just caught a glimpse of the sign as they drove past.  Its red lettering declared, "Carnival - Silbury, 2 miles.  First on right."

"Do you really think so?" sighed Megan, "these country carnivals can be pretty dull you know.  Best cow competitions, hay bale throwing, little girls on horses..."

"I think it sounds great," opined Kristina.  "Please can we go.  It's such a lovely day and we're in no hurry to get to Winterbourne after all."

"Yeah." agreed Ashley. "We need a complete change from city living.  Sharing a few hours with local country folk in this divine landscape can't do us any harm."

The girls agreed on their plan and diverted to the right, continuing along a narrow, winding side road lined with high grassy banks and sweetly-scented wild flowers.  Overhead little white clouds punctuated the deep blue of the summer sky.  Low, rolling hills surrounded them, patterned with hedgerows, fields and trees.  Sheep grazed contentedly, at peace with the world.  A large, strange mound-shaped hill loomed in the distance ahead of them, flat-topped and even.  

Before they reached the hill, an entrance appeared on the left, with a sign announcing "Carnival - leave cars here."  They turned into a field and a boy waved them on towards a few other cars parked on the tufty grass.

Light cotton summer dresses catching their feminine curves in the gentle breeze, the friends walked towards the sights and sounds of activity.  The red-headed Megan and the light brown-haired Kristina stepped along on either side of Ashley, keen to explore whatever the carnival had to offer.

***

As they approached the hubbub of stalls and tents and people, they became aware of a magical quality in the air - a feeling of happiness and serenity.  The people appeared contented and gentle.  The boys seemed more attractive than usual.  The country girls smiled, fertile and appealing.  The aroma of barbecuing food wafted past them sweetly and deliciously.  Many people were naked, showing off their beautiful firm bodies without a hint of self-consciousness.  

"This is amazing," blurted out Megan.  "Do you both mind if I take off my clothes?  It feels so easy and relaxed here."

"Well sure, but don't expect us to join you Megan." said Ashley, speaking for Kristina as well as herself.  "At least not yet."

Megan slipped off her dress, revealing her slim, freckled, small-breasted body in thin white bra and little panties.  She whisked off her bra and, after a moment's hesitation, pulled her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.  The breeze brushed her light-red pussy hair.

 Ashley and Kristina became erotically aware of their friend's nakedness - especially the little vertical cleft which peeked out from within Megan's russet triangle.  Kristina felt a tingle between her legs and wondered if she would get up the courage to take off her clothes.  

Ashley and Kristina protectively drew nearer Megan, as Megan handed her clothes to a farmer's wife standing by a tall sign announcing, "Leave clothes here."  The wife deposited the bundle in a large laundry basket marked "Girls".  A cute, black-haired boy wandered past, declaring at Megan, "You're right sexy you are".

"Thanks." replied Megan.  

"Well, doesn't he think we're sexy too?" asked Ashley.  

"I'm sure he does." pronounced Kristina.  "But he can't see as much of us as he can of Megan.  If he could I'm sure he would find us very sexy."

***

The girls wandered for a while among the different activities and stalls.  The usual rustic carnival stalls presented themselves, but the friends noticed a number of stranger things...  

What Kristina at first presumed was a pig, spit-roasting over a fire, seemed unusually shaped.  She looked again and saw that the animal's slim neck was wearing a gold necklace.  It was the part-carved body of a human girl!  People were buying burger buns filled with meat from the proprietor of the barbecue.  

Standing a little to one side of the barbecue was a naked girl, bound tightly to a thick wooden pole staked in the ground, a white piece of cloth gagging her mouth.  Her pubic area was shaved completely clean.  Her eyes looked plaintively at Kristina and Ashley.  Around her neck hung a cardboard sign, on which was written, "NEXT - Catherine, 20."  Kristina was sure she could detect moisture glistening in the sun at the top of the girl's inner thighs.    

"What a sweet way to die," remarked Ashley to Kristina, "giving pleasure and sustenance to so many people on such a lovely day.  Kristina, this is all starting to make me feel slightly sexy."

The red-pussied Megan reappeared.

"I've just been to the lavatory!  It's only a long slit trench in the ground with a girl and a boy, completely naked, tied-up to a ladder laid along the bottom.  And people have to 'go' on them.  I'm a bit worried about the girl.  There's quite a lot of shit on her mouth, the boys seem to have been aiming it there, and the level of pee will be up to her nose soon.  Maybe it'll drain away into the ground.  But if it doesn't..."

They walked on.  A young couple emerged from a tent marked "Slaves for Sale", pulling behind them on a leash a finely-featured petite and naked blonde girl, covered in streaks of mud.  The leash was attached to a leather collar around her neck.  Her bottom was a mass of bleeding red welts and her legs were bruised and scratched.  She had a numbered cattle-tag clipped to her left ear.  

"She tried to get away." said the man.  "We got her at half-price after her punishment."

A little distance away, the girls came across a tall, long, recently-constructed wooden gallows, with five empty rope nooses hanging from it.  Just next to the gallows, gagged, and bound to stakes, were three partly-clothed girls and two boys.  A crowd of people was gathered around.  A board displayed a price list:  "Shirt $100; Pants $125; Skirt $125; Bra $175; Pantyhose $200; Underpants (men's) $200; Panties (women's) $250.  

The people were handing money over to the proprietor.  Some of them seemed to be joining up with other people to raise enough money and were arguing about which was their favoured choice.  On payment of the correct sum, they went up to their selected victim with a knife and carefully cut away a single item of clothing.

"Wow!" said Megan. "When one of them becomes naked they hang!"

A commotion erupted as an attractive, well-dressed lady walked up to the most-undressed girl.  The girl was tall and proud with long dark hair.  She was wearing just a lacy white brassiere and similarly lacy panties which contrasted well with her suntanned skin.  The lady cut off first the bra and then sliced away the panties from the girl, throwing them into the crowd.  

The victim's full, dark bush of pubic hair stood out against the white untanned skin where her panties had been.  Her nipples were astonishingly erect.  Four men in overalls stepped forward from behind the proprietor towards the quivering, gagged girl.

Megan, Ashley and Kristina walked away as the men lifted the doomed girl up to the middle noose.  The rising approbation of the crowd disturbed them a little.  Megan particularly felt insecure, bare as she was.  She could feel herself wettening between her naked legs and was concerned that her juices might leak too much and become apparent to everyone.  Megan was thinking to herself what it would feel like to be hanged.  

Ashley was wondering when Catherine (whom she thought looked rather pretty) was going to be served, and how long she would last on the barbecue spit.

***

Kristina felt increasingly overwhelmed by the whole developing experience.  Under her cotton dress, she could feel that the gusset of her sensible white cotton briefs with the pretty pattern on the front was becoming distinctly damp.  Her nipples were straining to escape her flowery matching bra.  She kept noticing the bodies of the naked people wandering around and her eyes searched to perceive erotic bulges in the trousers of passing men.  

This bizarre, but somehow magical place was so different from her experience hitherto.  It was different from her job in the city, her salary cheque, the elegant skirt suits she wore to work, her shopping trips and lunches with girlfriends, her relationships with boys, her tidy apartment.  

It was as though she had been transported to another level of sentience - where reactions were metamorphosed:  where curiosity became obsession and where shock became stimulation.

Kristina's reverie was disturbed by a lady saying,

"Excuse me miss.  Would you like to be a bellybutt?"

The lady was standing behind a counter set up with a large notice above it, saying in big red letters, "Bellybutt Archery Range".

"What's a bellybutt?" asked Kristina.

"Well, take a look at the range and see for yourself miss.  You look just right for a bellybutt.  You're so pretty, but slightly innocent-looking.  Perhaps your friends might like to take part as well!  The bellybutt range is very popular. "

The three stepped beyond the counter and found a group of barefoot boys and girls of various ages and states of dress (some naked, some clothed) standing in an untidy line.  Each of them had a blue, numbered tag tied to their big toe.

The first in line, a lively girl of about 19 with a twinkling smile, turned towards the arrivals.  Her long brown, slightly curly hair played around her cheeks and her curvacious naked body glowed with life.  Her pussy was free of hair, although it sported a slight shadow, evidence perhaps that she had shaved a few days ago.

"Hi!  Have you come to be bellybutts too?" she exclaimed.  "It's so exciting.  My turn is coming up next!"

"Um...we're just looking actually.  What's so great about it?" asked Ashley.

"They say it's the best experience ever - way way better than sex.  Better than anything.  Everyone loves it.  Just look at the used pile!"

The curious girls turned and saw what was undoubtedly a used pile.  A pile of naked bodies of both sexes lay on the rough green grass at the base of a wall of hay bales, casually stacked two or three bodies' high.  Some were dead, but many were still breathing.  Some of the dying girls had their fingers in their pussies.  Each one of their faces glowed serene and happy, showing no signs of pain.  They were making no noise, save for a low murmuring like a distant wind - the murmur of dying bellybutts.   

Arrows protruded from the stomachs of most of them.  Several also appeared to have had their abdomens sliced open and were gently leaking blood.  One or two had been completely gutted - possessing an empty hollow of loose skin  where their belly had once been.  A few of the bodies exuded a string of guts leading from their opened stomachs to the ground.  A couple of field mice chewed innocently at the guts of a short-haired nordic-looking girl, who was struggling to breathe while sighing with satisfaction.

"Wowee!" exploded Megan.  "They look as if they're experiencing heaven on Earth.  Let's go and see if they can still speak."

"And let's check if their pussies are wet" whispered Ashley.

"Ashley, you're so rude!" admonished Kristina.

They crouched down by the nordic girl and shooed away the nibbling field mice.  

"What's your name?" asked naked Megan.

"Birgit."

"How do you feel?" 

"I feel like I'm flying." replied Birgit hesitatingly, between calm deep breaths.  "The arrow-strike gave me an orgasm almost instantly.  When he slowly cut open and removed my insides, I came again and again.  He told me they would come back later and take me to the butcher's shop so that I wouldn't be wasted."

"May we feel how wet you are?" asked Ashley, blushing.

"Sure."

Megan placed her hand between the beauty's legs, resting against her fine blonde pubic hair.  She gently inserted her finger deep into Birgit's rose-pink pussy.  The girl sighed with contentment.  After a few moments, Megan withdrew her finger and held it up to show Kristina and Ashley.  A fine scented strand of nordic pussy juice stretched like a length of shiny spider's web from Megan's hand, as if reluctant to leave its home.

"She is overflowing with honey." declared Megan, as she crouched down again by the girl and licked her finger clean.

"Your pussy is so pretty." sighed Birgit, staring between Megan's naked thighs and contrasting her with her two dressed companions.

"Thank you.  Would you like to taste it?"

Birgit nodded longingly.  Megan carefully placed her feet on either side of the stricken girl and lovingly lowered her beautiful red pussy over Birgit's face, winking at her friends.  Birgit lapped Megan's intimate lips affectionately like a puppy, while Megan beamed with pleasure.  

"Megan's pussy is particularly alluring." said Kristina to Ashley.  

"Like an autumn forest in the sunshine." agreed Ashley.

***

Kristina had made up her mind.

"I want to be a bellybutt!" she declared.

"So do we!" cried Ashley and Megan.  "Let's go and find out what we have to do."

The bellybutt lady told them that they had to go and find someone in the carnival who would be willing to shoot at them.  They would have to bring him to the range and he would have to pay a fee of $100 per bellybutt.

Just at that moment, an attractive man with a particularly expressive face and hazel, hypnotic eyes walked up to the stall and caught Kristina's attention.  She shivered as she saw him.  She felt that he somehow had power over her.  She wanted to be his, to submit to him.

"Can I help you girls?" he said.

"Yes please" said Ashley.  We want to be bellybutts.  Will you agree to pay to shoot us with arrows?"

"Are you sure you want me to shoot you?" he asked.

"Absolutely." answered Megan.  "We don't want to miss out.  Everyone is doing it."

The man considered for a moment.

"And you?" he addressed to Kristina.

Kristina's knees weakened and she felt chilled and empassioned at the same time.

"Y-Yes please." she said.  "I would love it if you were to shoot me with an arrow.  I want to be your bellybutt and no one else's."

"And I want you to be my bellybutt, young lady."

"That's settled then." said the bellybutt lady.  "That will be $300 please, sir."  

***

A few minutes later, the bellybutt lady had given the girls numbered tags and they stood expectantly in line with the other volunteers.

Things did not go smoothly for the enthusiastic brown-haired girl who had greeted them.  Her chosen shooter missed with his first two arrows and skewered her wrist to the haybales with the third.  She bravely continued to present herself however and his fourth arrow screamed into her navel with an emphatic smack. 

She crumpled to the grass, convulsing in apparent orgasm.  Her left wrist remained stretched above her, attached to the haybale, as her shooter ran over to continue the ritual.

Five minutes later, he dumped her on the used pile, where she lay with two arrows in her - moaning with satisfaction.

"Number 14!" said the bellybutt lady.

The girls looked down at their toes.  

"Oh my God.  It's me!" said Kristina.

She walked unsteadily out from the group over the grass towards the wall of haybales, her light summer dress flowing in the gentle breeze.  She raised her head and looked over to where the shooters were, about fifty yards away.  The attractive man was picking a large bow off the rack.

She reached the target position and gazed over at him.  He returned her gaze with passionate intensity.  Ashley and Megan, the other bellybutts and the crowd watched in complete silence as the modest, but appealing Kristina stood straight and confident, looking at her chosen penetrator. 

"All bellybutts must be naked!" shouted the bellybutt lady.

Kristina bent down and picked up the hem of her dress from just above her knees.  She raised it slowly up her body and over her head, revealing her firm lightly-tanned torso.  Her perfect breasts were confined by her pretty white bra.  Kristina's full, white, sensible cotton panties protected her modesty, reaching up to her waist, showing their pretty pattern on the front.

Kristina let her dress fall to the ground and reached behind her back to unclip her bra.  Her breasts, nipples erect , exposed themselves to the crowd.  She could feel a dampness growing between her thighs and seeping into her panties.

The man was watching her intently, bow in hand, six arrows stuck into the ground next to him, ready for use.

She slowly peeled down her panties, revealing her pale bikini area and neatly-trimmed dark pubic hair in a perfect "v".  Visible in the centre was her little intimate slit, faintly glistening with moisture.

The scene was still and deathly quiet.

 She pulled her panties down past her knees and stepped out of them.  The bellybutt lady came over and cleared away Kristina's clothes.

The man began to slot an arrow onto his bowstring.

Kristina placed her legs a couple of feet apart and pushed her shoulders and arms back and belly forward to give her chosen shooter the best possible view of her target tummy.  As she stood like that, the crowd gasped quietly as her pussy lips parted slightly to show a hint of deep pink within her crotch.

She held up her head and told herself she was ready.

The man aimed his bow directly at her and pulled all the way back on the bowstring.  He loosed his arrow.

It whished through the summer air.

"Thwack!" went the arrow as it embedded itself in the haybale directly between Kristina's legs about six inches below her pussy.  Kristina gasped with shock and fright as she realized her body was immaculate.  A wave of shuddery relief came over her and she moistened further.  A little drip of viscous moisture descended from her pussy and wrapped itself around the arrow shaft.

50 yards' away, the attractive, silent man pulled back his bowstring again and took aim, adjusting to compensate for his miss.  

He released the second arrow.  It sang through the air like an attacking falcon.

"Thwack!"  

The arrow pierced Kristina's waiting abdomen, penetrating deep inside, halfway between her navel and her pubic triangle.  She felt a soaring joyous pain inside her as her bladder burst and her guts gave way to the intruder.  She opened her mouth and uttered an orgasmic scream of climax as her pent-up sexual energy released itself.  She came so intensely that she could no longer feel her legs.  She stood there bucking her pelvis gently to and fro like an animal.  Kristina no longer knew where she was, or whether she was standing or flying.  

The crowd cheered.  Ashley and Megan watched their impaled girlfriend orgasming audibly in front of at least a hundred people, and clenched their legs together in embarrasment. 

As Kristina stood there, one arrow sticking out of her abdomen, the other fixed between her legs, she perceived the man walking slowly towards her.  He reached her.  She felt him take her body firmly by the waist, move her away from the haybale wall and help her settle gently onto the welcoming turf.

"I am your bellybutt and yours only." she said to him.  "From the moment you caught my eye, I knew that I wanted to be yours, to die at your hands, to allow you to take my life away from me."   

"How does it feel to have my arrow deep inside you?"

"It feels like you have plucked away my new virginity with your assault on the depths of my body...My body is shaking with power and shock...When the arrow struck me, I came instantly and with greater intensity than ever ever before...You have freed me to experience ecstasy with you, even if only for a few moments."

The man leaned over and kissed Kristina deeply on her mouth.  As he kissed her she felt a warm knife blade press against her lower belly.  He held her tightly against him, his torso painfully pushing the arrow over to one side, and she felt the knife blade slowly, forcefully describe a semi-circle around the base of her abdomen and plunge in deeper.  Simultaneously, she perceived his cock, freed from the confines of his pants, firmly push its way into her soaking cunt, ramming past her throbbing clitoris.  She began to come again and again, penetrated by his arrow, his knife and himself.  She felt his thick white sperm surge into her cunt and her insides as her bright-red blood flowed from her belly.  She was living and dying at the same time.  

The crowd watched with amazement as the weakening Kristina cried out in pleasure as her chosen man fucked and gutted her.  Ashley and Megan clasped their hands to their clothed and naked crotches respectively, alert with excitement as their friend willingly entered the most dramatic and final part of her young life.  

His ministrations completed, the man dragged Kristina, who was whimpering with pleasure and surrender, to the used pile and deposited her on top of it.  Her tummy was pierced and open.  As she lay there, her legs slowly fell apart, revealing to the onlookers her cunt, crimson with passion and pulsating with post-orgasmic spasms.  Some of his come leaked out from deep inside.  Her head lay flat with exhaustion.

Through the mists of her orgasms and fatigue, Kristina noticed her friends in the waiting group, talking to some new men who had come up to speak to them.  She wondered whether Ashley or Megan would be next.

Blonde Ashley and the naked Megan came over to her.

"You were wonderful." said Ashley.

"I am in love." replied Kristina.  "I knew he would be the one as soon as I saw him.  He has invaded me, fucked me and gutted me.  I realize now that that's what I have always wanted.  I am fulfilled.  Now...which of you is going to join me first?" 

"Kristina, we've been persuaded to go somewhere else to help out." apologized Megan.  "Some men came over and paid the bellybutt lady to release us.  They're taking me to the gallows game and the barbecue is short of food, so Ashley is going there."

"I understand...Please enjoy yourselves as much as I have." said Kristina, as she watched her friends walk away with their new companions.

***

Kristina felt herself weakening further.

She gazed around her at the hills surrounding the verdant valley, including the flat-topped Silbury hill.  Silbury seemed brighter, more fertile, in the afternoon sunlight as the magical hill surveyed the sacrificial bodies lying in piles around the carnival grounds.

As she lay on her pile, exuding sweet little bellybutt dying sounds, she could just see in one direction the red-pussied Megan being hoisted by her neck up to the gallows, surrounded by appreciative upturned faces.  

In the other direction, she glimpsed Ashley, now naked and kneeling on all fours, with her blonde pubic hair freshly shaved off.  Ashley was permitting her new friends to insert a gleaming stainless steel roasting-spit into her pussy.  They gently pushed it in, all the way up through her insides and finally out of her voluptuous mouth.  They trussed her hands and ankles and lifted her onto the spit.  Beneath, the fire crackled and hissed.

A satiated shooter deposited another body on top of Kristina.  The body was sighing with feminine pleasure and dripping healing juices from its pussy onto Kristina's wounds.  

It wouldn't be long until the butcher's cart arrived, thought Kristina.


END


COPYRIGHT June 2003, Kristina Katyn.

NOTE:  Any correspondence to e-mail: katyn99@hotmail.com


