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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.
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