"Tamara! Supper is almost ready!" My mom called from downstairs.
"I'll be down in a while!" I shouted back while slipping out the window. I"m eighteen and they still treat me as a child. Imagine being grounded at eighteen! How could you face your friends?
I ran down the alley then walked the few blocks to the park where my friends were waiting. Peggy, Susan, Molly and Angie were my best friends. I've known them all my life. We do everything together. Yes, I mean everything.
"Hey! Tamara! what kept you? The carnival is already open." Peggy asked.
"You don't want to know." I answered, fuming. "Come on, let's go."
The five of us went off, talking excitedly about the things we had heard about the Carnival. We had all heard exciting stories but strangely couldn't remember where we had heard them. That didn't seem to bother us though as we lustfully recounted tales of forbidden sex.
By the time we got to the Carnival we had gotten each other all hot and bothered. We were starting to worry that we were in for a let down. We needn't have.
It was increadible! It seemed like everybody there was gorgeous and a lot of them wore no clothing. We looked at each other wonderingly as we noticed that we too seemed somehow even sexier than normal. As if that were possible.
"Wow!" was the consensus.
"Where do we start?" Molly asked us.
"Let's start by shedding our clothes." Susan suggested. We pretended to be scandalized with gasps and hands to our mouths.
"Susan!" I exclaimed in an exaggerated fashion. Then we all giggled and started to strip. "I'll carry my purse." I volunteered and collected all the money.
We inquired at the entrance desk as to where we might find lockers. We got a funny look and were given a basket into which we tossed our bundled belongings. The basket disappeared behind the counter. We looked at each other, shrugged, and walked into the carnival grounds.
We were beautifull. Sexy curvatious but firm bodies, luxurious hair, perfect erect breasts, and fresh smiling faces made us the answer to any wet dream and we knew it. With our proud carriage, many heads turned as we explored.
There were so many things to do that we hardly knew where to start,
so we just wandered about for a while. Everywhere we looked the most perverse
sexual fantasies were being catered to without any limits! We couldn't
believe the things we were seeing and also couldn't believe just how turned
on these things were getting us.
They seemed to wake in us our most depraved desires. And woke they did
with a vengence indeed!
It was the most X-rated and perverted spectacle. There were relatively tame kissing booths and massage tents. There were whipping poles where one could whip or be whipped. Slave auctions where one could buy or be sold. Watersports and fetish candy were available. Tattoo parlors where exquisite demonic art could be made. A drooling naked male hung from a pole suspended by threads attached to a hundred needles thrust through his body, ecstacy was written over his face. He hung in front of a bodypiercing clinic.
We found a beautifull naked young man with unblemished skin tied to a pole so as to expose his back and backside. Peggy was quickly enticed to accept the whip being offered for his flaying. She went to him and crouched beside him. They whispered together for a bit, him nodding his head repeatedly. They kissed, then Peggy stood up and took position, the whip ready.
CRACK!
A crimson line burst low over his buttocks, then blood started to trickle. He gasped mightily but did not cry out.
CRACK!
A second line opened over the small of his back and with a silent scream he spasmed.
CRACK!
He cried out as a third line split the back of his thighs open.
CRACK! Over and over Peggy struck. CRACK! He sobbed and cried and screamed his agony. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! . . .
Finally after he hadn't been standing for a while, Peggy wasn't sure if he was still breathing. The skin on his back, buttocks, and thighs was in bloody tatters. She untied him and let him fall to the ground. She rolled him over and stared lustfully at his cock, standing proudly.
She was offered a knife and she took it. She cupped his cock lovingly in her left hand while her right put the tip of the blade to that ultrasensitive point just under the head of his cock. She pressed and we watched it sink, slowly, an inch deep. He woke up as it sank, gasped and arched his back.
Peggy let him quiver in what appeared to be orgasm for a while before gathering his cock and balls firmly in her hand. She put the blades edge under his balls then slowly began sawing back and forth. He started to groan but he didn't stop quivering as slowly, Peggy cut his balls and cock off.
She came back to us with them in her hand. "Look what I've got." Peggy breathed deeply. We stood around her and poked at them, at once horrified and fascinated. We stared at Peggy with a certain awe.
"Come on. There's a lot more to see." Peggy coaxed while handing the beautifull young man's cock and balls to another woman who stared at them, hungrily licking her lips.
We went looking for a washroom for Peggy to wash up but were directed to a fountain at the 'watersports' tent. Peggy washed while we stared at the goings on.
"I need to pee." said Angie as soon as Peggy was finished.
"Me too." Molly chorused.
"OK, lets go pee." I suggested.
We walked over to a thirsty gentleman sitting on the ground. We stood around him and he layed down on his back with his mouth open. We each took turns spraying him with our urine, making sure that a good amount got in his mouth. I went last and as I crouched over him felt the need to more than pee.
A great big turd dropped into his mouth and he started to chew. "YEACH!" We all cried and quickly left.
We found a washroom finally and washed off.
"What a weird place this is!" Angie remarked.
"Weird's the word!" Affirmed Molly.
"Yeah. I mean Peggy. You killed that guy!" Susan exclaimed.
Peggy smiled wickedly, "It was fun. And he enjoyed it too."
We all stared at her. "Well he did! You should have seen the look on his face as I pressed the knife into his cock. He was in ecstasy!"
We wandered back into the Carnival, each lost in her thoughts.
We tried all sorts of things. We cut loose and experienced life to the fullest. Our wild abandon, with no thought to morality was the most exhilarating freedom knowable. The more we abandoned restraint, the less we cared about consequence, the greater our rapture. We wondered privately how far we could go.
Then we ran out of money.
"So what do we do?" asked Angie.
"I don't want to go home." said Susan. We all shook our heads vigourously.
"We haven't seen everything yet." said Molly.
"We need more money." I stated the obvious. We just stood there for a while.
Finally, Peggy spoke up. "I know. Follow me." She said, then walked us into the crowd.
We stopped at the slave auction tent. "Ah. Just what did you have in mind?" I asked Peggy.
"I bet I'ld go for a lot of money." Peggy answered. We all stared at her.
"You can't be serious!" Angie exclaimed.
"Peggy! Most of the people bidding at that auction are people who work for the carnival." Molly cautioned. "You know what that could mean!"
I just looked at Peggy pensively.
"I know." Peggy stated. "I want to mount that auction block and be auctioned of to the highest bidder, come what may."
"No matter which carnival attraction buys you?" I asked. "Remember that beautifull man you castrated?"
"I remember," said Peggy. "Do you remember the look on his face?" I hesitated, then nodded my head. "Good. Then it's settled. I will be auctioned of and you four will have money."
"Would it be OK for us to stay near you, so we can see what you get used for?" Asked Angie.
"Sure." Peggy responded as she approached the auctioneer. They talked for a moment and Peggy pointed to me. The auctioneer knodded her head and Peggy got in line.
There were a few individuals buying slaves but most of the slaves were being bought by various carnival attractions. Among the attractions buying slaves were: the Whipping Tent, the House of Horrors, the Massage Parlor, the Knife Throwing Act, the Fist Fuck, the Bellybutt Range, the Head House, the Lean Cuisine, the Nymph Lagoon, Vlads Castle, the House of Humiliation, and the Flayers. Those were just the ones who were obvious.
We watched fascinated as Peggy walked up the steps. In just a moment her body and her life would be a piece of property, owned by someone else. She stood proudly as she was poked and prodded like a piece of meat before the bidding started.
The bidding seemed so impersonal, almost like a cattle auction. Most of the participants seemed bored. When it was finished, Peggy belonged to the Lean Cuisine and I stepped forward to collect our money, one hundred and eighty dollars.
Confused I asked the auctioneer why we got so little for Peggy. She shrugged and mumbled something about supply and demand. I put the money away and went to join the others as we followed the guy from the Lean Cuisine with Peggy bouncing over his shoulder.
"One hundred and eighty dollars isn't going to last us very long." Susan commented. I shrugged.
"I don't get it," said Angie. "Peggy got bought to be a waitress?"
We all just looked at her.
The Lean Cuisine looked to be entirely outdoors. Peggy was brought to a shower and scrubbed down. Then she was led to a large table, very near us. A six foot long pan was placed on the table and Peggy was told to lay down in it. Her mouth open and her eyes wide, she did as she was told.
We watched as a large machine with a long snout was placed between her legs. A bucket was placed at the end of the machine and the machine was switched on. With an electrical whine the machine extended its snout to enter Peggy's vagina. Peggy, the expression on her face not changed, watched as it sank deep inside her then stopped. Another button got pushed and with a click the snout of the machine suddenly grew in diameter to about four inches! "EEEK!" Peggy squeaked!
A lever was pulled and with a big slurp Peggy's belly suddenly became hollow as her entrails were sucked out of her body to land in the bucket. "AK! GHAH! UH! OH! OH!" Was all Peggy could think of to say.
The machine was removed and the chef started ramming handfulls of stuff up her cunt. "What's that?" Asked Angie who appeared to be in a bit of a state of shock.
The chef stopped and looked up at us with his arm up Peggys cunt past the elbow. Then he went back to work and said, "Stuffing."
Angie fainted.
Peggy kept saying, "OH! OH! OH!" as she got filled with stuffing, her eyes and mouth still wide. Her skin and hair got covered in a basting syrup. She continued to gasp short breaths as she watched the chef prepare her. Sometimes she would look at us in vapid amazement. The chef took a roasting thermometer which was a dial attached to an eight inch long thin spike. He put the point of it to the nipple of Peggy's ample left breast and we watched as he slowly pushed it in deep. Peggy let out a long moaning sigh as it slid inside her which was suddenly cut of when the chef stuffed an apple into her mouth.
She was carried on the tray to, and put inside of a large oven with a glass window on the side. We went with the now recovered Angie to watch Peggy bake.
"What do you think she'll taste like?" I asked.
"Lean pork." Answered Susan, she licked her lips. "I always did like eating Peggy."
Angie fainted.
Molly dragged Angie into a chair and came to join us at the window. We all looked in to see Peggy start to sizzle around her edges. Her head turned slowly to look at us, the look in her eyes still vapid. We smiled at her and licked our lips.
She righted her head and closed her eyes. Then she spread her knees a bit and arched her back to push her breasts and belly up. This way she would bake into a truely appetizing posture.
We watched as her breathing became shallower and shallower. Finally by the time there was steam coming off of her, it was obvious that she wasn't breathing any more. She was turning a nice golden brown.
Angie woke up and silently came to watch with an amazed look on her face.
Susan burped. I smiled at her. "My sentiments precisely." I said.
"I don't like this place." Angie complained.
We stopped and looked at Angie. "Angie, go home." I told her.
"But I want to be with you!" Angie protested.
"Go home Angie." said Susan.
Angie looked rejected. I put my hand on her shoulder and she looked at me imploringly. All she saw was firmness, "Go home." I told her. "Go home."
I gave her the last of our money and hesitantly, she wandered off, feeling terrible.
"Shit, I hated doing that." I felt like I had betrayed Angie.
"She isn't ready." Susan affirmed for me.
"I know." I said, "So why do I feel so bad?"
Susan hugged me and I lightened up. "So which one do we pick?" Susan asked.
"Tough call. There are so many." I mused.
"Which one gave you the biggest thrill?" Susan coached.
I looked at her sheepishly. "The Bellybutt Shooting Range."
"Really! Me too!" Susan exclaimed. "I wonder what it is about that one that does it for us." We started to walk towards our fate.
"It seems so sexual somehow. I mean it is sexual, obviously, most of us get fucked, but it's somehow so ultimately sexual." I ventured.
"Ultimate penetration. Ultimate orgasm." Susan continued. "Do you think it will hurt much?"
"I don't know. Nothing seems to hurt much here." I said. "Maybe that's one of the reasons we all seem so willing to go so far here."
"Half the hurt, twice the pleasure." Susan commented.
"Exactly." I went on. "I think it's as much the anticipation of the moment, the experience of the freedom that comes from total surrender, as it is the fulfillment."
"I think we were fulfilled the moment we decided to be Bellybutts." Susan surmised. "I've never known such peace. All that matters is this instant. Everything seems so new and wonderfull."
We arrived at the Bellybutt Shooting Range and stopped to watch for a bit. A beautifull naked girl stood spread wide in front of a wall of hay bales. A naked man stood in front of her preparing an arrow. Waiting under a tent were dozens of gorgeous women and not a few men, all with little tags tied to a toe. To one side was a pile of naked bleeding bodies, the pile of used Bellybutts.
The man fired his arrow and it plunged into the girls right breast, just below the nipple. "Damn! Can I try again?" He asked of the Matron running the Bellybut Range. The girl had gasped and was swaying.
"As long as she is still standing." The Matron replied.
Quickly he notched another arrow and fired it into her left side. She cried out softly, then her knees buckled and she collapsed.
"Rats!" He snapped as he dropped the bow. He grabbed a knife and ran to the girl squirming on the ground. "Sorry. I guess I'm not a very good shot." He apologized to her as he lay down beside her.
"All that really matters," she whispered to him, "is that you shot me." Then she gasped as he thrust the knife deep inside her belly.
We walked to the used Bellybutt pile. There were quite a few of them. Many still had arrows sticking out of their bellies, some had been gutted, a few were still alive, all had smiles on their faces.
One exceptionally sexy woman lay near us spread eagle, belly up and back arched with her only wound being a single arrow sunk deep into the bottom of her abdomen.
She weakly turned her head toward us and smiled sublimely. "Hello, would you like one of these in your belly?" She whispered quietly.
We went to her and touched her as we admired her arrow wound. "Yes." I said to her, "very much so."
"How does it feel?" Asked Susan as she stroked the dying bellybutts clit.
"Hmmm... Wonderfull." She gasped with orgasm.
"I mean the arrow," said Susan as she worked her fingers into the used Bellybutts cunt.
"Like my belly is a giant clit and the arrow a cock fucking me to death." she gasped.
"Oh yes. We definately want arrows in our bellies." I said to her as we fondled her.
We stayed with her as she expired then we walked up to the matron. "Hello. We'ld each like a job as Bellybutt."
The Matron looked at us both, up and down. "Yes. You will do fine." She pointed at a little building, "Go over there. You are just in time for the next Bellybutt class."
We walked to the building. "A Bellybutt Class?" Susan asked increadulously.
I shrugged my shoulders.
I'll spare you the details of this class except to tell you that it didn't last long and basically told us to do what we would have done anyway. When we graduated we were given a little tag to tie to our toe and sent off to fulfill our duties.
We had been instructed to go for a long walk for a couple of hours because we had just eaten. We were sitting having a juice when we met Sam. Sam was an older guy, I think he was married, anyway we knew he was a friend of Angie's and so we started talking.
Of course one of the first things that he said was a question. "What is that tag tied to your toe?"
"Uh... Sam, have you looked around the carnival and seen the kinds of attractions they have here?" I asked him.
When he blushed I decided I liked him. "Well yes. I've seen a few. Enough to have gotten rather excited I must admit."
"How are you with a bow and arrow?" Susan asked him.
"Susan!" I poked her and she poked me back.
"Actually I'm quite good. I've even done some bow hunting." Sam admitted.
"Really!" I exclaimed. "Well then maybe we shouldn't tell you what these tags are for." I was kidding.
"Maybe we should!" Insisted Susan.
Sam looked at us innocently.
"We're Bellybutts." I told him.
"What's a Bellybutt?" Sam apparently had not seen much of the carnival.
"We're targets at the Bellybutt Shooting Range." Susan clarified.
Sam looked puzzled.
"Our bellies are archery targets." I explained.
Realization dawned on him and his eyes went wide.
"Would you like to use our bellies as your archery target?" I asked him. I rubbed my belly with both hands. I was sitting facing him, stark naked and very exposed with my legs spread. I was gorgeous and I knew it. "After you shoot us you can fuck us Sam."
Sam gulped. "Uh. You can't be serious. You don't mean that I can really..."
Susan piped up, "If you don't do it, someone else will Sam. We're committed. In fact we should be getting back there now."
I took Sam by the hand. "Come on Sam. I want your arrow inside my belly." I put his hand to my belly. "I want you to shoot me in my belly then gut me while you fuck me. I want to be killed by you." I looked deep into his eyes, trying to comunicate to him the depth of my commitment and my need.
For a long time it seemed that we just looked at one another, comunicating something. Then finally he smiled, got up and took our hands. "OK ladies. Show me where this Bellybutt Shooting Range is."
We squealed with delight and escorted him in our arms to where he would kill us.
We had perfect timing. Just as the last fellow finished, we arrived and there was no one else waiting. We went straight to the Matron. "Hi," I said, "we brought you a customer."
The Matron smiled at us. "Very good. That will be fifty dollars please and leave your shorts at the counter."
When he was ready Sam said to me, "I want to shoot you first." I smiled warmly at him. I gave him a big hug and a kiss then went to stand in front of the hay bales. I spread my arms and legs, arched my back to thrust my belly forward and kept my shoulders back to lift my breasts. I was a joy to behold and I would be a joy to kill.
I stared at Sam as he took carefull aim. Time seemed to slow down. I had never been so excited in my entire life. I was already coming from just the anticipation of the moment. I could feel the yearning in my belly, its need to be filled, its desire to be sundered.
Sam seemed to be hesitating. "Please Sam. Do it." I begged him, "Shoot me in my belly. Kill me."
He let fly the arrow and it seemed to hang in mid air, so slow had time crawled. Ever so slowly it crept towards me, my belly straining to meet it. I was filled to bursting with anticipation.
And then I felt it! I felt its first touch as a gargantuan tickle that penetrated to my soul! I felt my skin part! I felt it sink deep, through my muscle and intestines! I felt my bladder explode like a balloon! I felt my blood gush as my belly burst!
My belly quivered in its impalement as I stood there reveling in the instant. I held my pose swaying slightly and started to breath deep heaving breaths as I looked at the arrow that impaled me then up at Sam with a wide eyed, amazed smile. I let out an ecstatic warbling moan as I felt my life blood flowing out from deep within me and gushing about the arrow.
Slowly I sank to the ground. I lay there with my back arched and my legs spread, fluttering with orgasm. The intensity of the experience magnifying my orgasm a thousand fold over anything I had ever known, and it didn't stop.
Sam was above me. "Tamara? Tamara?" My eyes focused on him.
"Oh Wow Sam! Oh Wow!" I gasped. "I've been killed! Thank you."
"Tamara? I'm going to shoot Susan now," Susan gasped excitedly. "OK?" Sam asked. I smiled and nodded weakly.
Susan knelt beside me and looked admiringly at my pierced bleeding belly. Then she looked into my eyes. "Tamara? How does it feel?"
"Oh Susan. You're going to love it." I panted softly. "It's wonderful."
She kissed me then stood up and took the same pose as I had. A moment later she cried out an orgasmic moan and sank down beside me, an arrow sunk deep into her own belly two inches below her navel. She squirmed seductively and trembled with her own incredible orgasm.
"Oh Tamara..." Susan whispered joyfully as her trembling fingers sought out mine.
"Oh Susan..." I whispered back to her as I squeezed her hand.
We lay beside each other, dying together and reveling in our experience. So lost were we in the pleasure of our dying that we barely noticed Angie kneeling down between us and stroking our bodies, our bellies, touching our arrows. "Angie?"
I whispered. "Angie, what are you doing here?"
"You dummy!" Angie said. "Did you really think I'ld leave you? I followed you here but knew if I took the same class as you, you'ld send me away again. But when I came out of the second class you had gone off somewhere. I waited here but only just now saw you. Damn it! I didn't even get to see you get shot!" Angie pouted.
"Angie? Angie is that you?" Sam crouched down with us. "Angie, what are you doing here?"
"Sam? Sam, what are you doing here?" Angie looked at Sam then at Susan and me dying from Sam's arrows.
"Sam, did you shoot Tamara and Susan?" Angie asked.
Sam looked at the tag on Angie's toe. "Angie! You can't be a Bellybutt too!"
"Did you shoot Tamara and Susan, Sam?" Angie persisted.
"Uh, well, yes, but..." Sam wasn't sure what to say.
"Good. Then shoot me too." Angie stood up.
"But Angie, what about us?" Sam protested. "I'ld like another chance with you Angie." He gathered her in his arms.
"The only way you'll have me Sam is if you put an arrow in my belly first!" Angie seemed quite adamant.
"But Angie..."
"Do it Sam! You had your chance once, this is the only other chance you'll get!" Angie was being very persistant.
"Oh Angie..."
"An arrow Sam. Shoot me in my belly with an arrow. You can fuck me after, while I die."
"Angie."
"Sam."
"All right Angie." Sam went to get his bow and an arrow.
"Angie." I whispered. "Why Angie?"
Angie looked down at Susan and me. "You aren't the only ones who would die for an ultimate experience."
An arrow whistled and plunged deep into Angies lower belly! Angie squeaked! "AIE!!!"
She looked at the arrow imbedded inside her, then at us laying on the ground. She had a strange look, like she didn't understand something. "Tamara?" She asked then she fell to her knees. Sam came and knelt in front of her. "Sam?" Angie asked uncertainly.
Sam layed Angie down and with a long slurp pulled the arrow out of her. Then he started to fuck her with both his cock and his knife. She really didn't seem to understand what was happening as Sam drove his knife repeatedly into her belly and breasts, then split her belly wide open and shot the biggest load of his life into the fast expiring gurgling ruin of Angie's body.
Susan and I got carried to the used Bellybutt pile and were tossed on top. The ultimate fate of all veteran Bellybutts. The gory mess that Sam had left of Angie was tossed just below us. We lay together with the arrows in our bellies proudly displayed for all to see, making cute little dying Bellybut sounds.
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