1 Crucifixion entrance (Oct 17 ’10)
The Carnival is in a large clearing ringed by a fence of tree trunks and limbs, much like a fort might have been built in the mid 1800’s in the Western frontier. A single, large gate allows the inhabitants to enter from one location. High above the gate on a rainbow shaped wooden placard are the words She-male Snuff Carnival.
Standing guard angled toward each other on either side of the gate are two wooden crosses. Stretched out on the crosses are two naked, large breasted Asian she-males, their cocks fully erect. They are in great pain, and their bodies jerk spasmodically.
People stand around them, looking up at them with happy smiles. Some jeer at them derisively while calling them names. Others – females mostly – stand directly underneath, hoping those hard, quivering cocks will erupt and spray them. They will not have to wait long.
Both are in great agony as they were erected early in the morning, an hour before the first patrons began to arrive. It is now early afternoon. They have been hanging for several hours.
They are both suffering from severe dehydration as the sun beats down on them. Long, thick spikes have been hammered into the palm of each hand. Additionally, ropes have been secured to each wrist, helping to hold each one to the cross in case the spikes should rip through the flesh of each hand.
Their arm muscles cramp as they are stretched outward. Each suffering she-male is forced to pull herself up enough to be able to pull a breath of air into her lungs before she relaxes in indescribable pain. Sweat drenches both naked bodies.
Each set of feet are nailed one over the other to the bottom of each cross. It makes for a double agony as they try to push upon their feet while pulling with their nailed hands to lift their bodies up enough to breathe. As each she-male hangs downward, the weight of her body threatens to prevent her lungs from expanding enough for the next much-needed breath.
An additional cruelty has been added to both crosses. The two she-males have had their asses embedded with long, metallic probes. The probes are electrified, going off every half hour on the hour. It causes the she-males to spasm in great agony as their cocks stiffen. Apparently the proprietors of the carnival wish to give their patrons a real treat by allowing them to see spurting cocks as the two dangle in their crucifixion.
The one on the right suddenly goes off, shuddering painfully as her cock sprays the giddy females standing directly underneath. Some stick their tongues out, hoping to catch a drop or two. Then the one on the left goes off as well.
There is another cum shower, causing the females standing below her to scream with joy. The current finally shuts off. But the suffering she-males know it will soon return to enhance their agony. Meanwhile the folks happily wander into the carnival, talking about the experience while leaving the two she-males to hang for the ensuing batch of carnival-goers to come across.
Crucifixion is one of the most – if not the most – painful way to die. Spikes are driven into the hands and feet of each victim and then the cross is stood upright. As the bodies sag in pain, the lungs struggle to expand in order for each individual to breathe. But with spikes in their hands and feet it is exceedingly painful to try to push themselves upward enough to be able to pull a decent breath of air into the lungs.
The she-males will hang until midnight when the carnival closes for the day. At that point their legs will be broken so they cannot lift themselves up to breathe. The current to the probes in their asses will then run nonstop until both erupt in a final fountain of death cum. With their legs broken they will be unable to lift themselves up, denying their lungs the opportunity to expand for one more breath until they succumb by painful asphyxiation.
2 Dunking booth (Mar 9 ’11)
The dunking booth at the carnival is arranged a little differently. Instead of being dropped into the water, the she-male is secured to one end of a teeter-tottering plank. It is the end that when lowered will submerge her inside a glass tank, leaving her visible to one and all.
Baseballs are still thrown at the bull’s-eye, but there is a difference. Each time it is hit, the plank teeter-totters until the she-male is lowered face up into the bracingly cool water until all that sticks out of the water is her cock and legs. The water keeps her nipples painfully erect.
This isn’t just an ordinary dunk-tank. Each time she is dunked she is forced to hold her breath 10 seconds longer than the last time. She soon comes to the realization that she will not leave the plank alive.
The current she-male is a young redhead with fishnet stockings. She was chosen for this booth because of her ability to hold her breath. But she knows each time down she has to hold it longer. And she knows this is a snuff carnival.
She is not gagged and is thus free to plead for her life. But she has learned she has no friends in this place, and has been reduced to nothing more than grunts and whimpers. She shivers in the breeze, her body glistening with moisture from her last dunking.
The amount of time varies each time she is pulled back up for a breath as the plank she lies upon is reset. More paying customers means the sound of more baseballs being thrown at the target. Each time she hears one smack against the backboard to the bull’s-eye in a miss she gasps for breath, wincing as her chest heaves. It’s only a matter of time until she will be submerged again.
Her cock is involuntarily hard, and not just because of her plight. A large plug has been inserted into her ass. It makes her wriggle uncomfortably, causing her to moan in agony. But her discomfort is the customer’s pleasure as her booth is drawing a large crowd, especially now that she is forced to hold her breath longer and longer with each dunk.
She hears the familiar sound of a baseball hitting the bull’s-eye followed by a ding from the bell and a cheer from the gathered throng. She inhales instinctively; she wants to live. Then the plank teeter-totters until she’s submerged once more into the cold liquid in a flurry of bubbles, forced to hold her breath yet again.
“Let’s see if she can make 1:50, ladies and gentlemen!” the booth barker exclaims. “But not to worry if she doesn’t! There’s certainly more where this one came from!” There are excited cries as well as a few exclamations of “I hope she drowns, the fucking bitch!” and “I want to see her drown!”
She struggles instinctively to hold her breath, trying to contain the air in her lungs. Her cock twitches as it stands erect in a salute. The crowd cheers her humiliating arousal. Two dunks ago she couldn’t help herself, spurting a load up into the air and splattering the water. But she’s quickly gotten hard again. She knows she will soon spurt yet another load from her fearfully erotic peril.
Her current breathhold feels like agony as she tries to hold it. The water is bracingly cold. The booth barker wants her erect nipples visible to the crowd. It makes it harder to hold her breath, and she strains for all she is worth. But the agony is getting to her. She’s becoming more exhausted with each dunking.
She’s under for what feels like an eternity when the plank finally teeter-totters, lifting her up out of the water to the disappointment of the crowd. She’s dripping wet; her lungs were on fire that time. She’s not getting enough time to get her breath back. She senses the next one might kill her.
“All right; who’s next?” the barker calls out. It isn’t long until she hears balls being thrown again. She winces again each time they hit the backboard, the crowd reacting to every near miss. She writhes and whimpers, helpless to do anything other than await a fate she knows is coming.
She hears an all-too-familiar sound, and as the bell rings out the crowd cheers. Then she’s back under the surface with a splash, air spewing out of her mouth and nose. The barker calls out, “She’ll be under for two minutes folks!” But she knows she’s in for it now as she didn’t get a good enough breath before she was dropped in.
The strain in her lungs strikes all too soon, and she fears she might not survive this one. She begins to panic, wriggling and squirming as she grunts her agony. Her eyes are open wide in horror as she looks up at the sky. Her legs wriggle as the crowd watches eagerly. Some of them excitedly gasp “She’s not going to make it!” and “Looks like we get to watch this one being snuffed!”
The burn in her lungs intensifies as her cock stiffens and swells. Air spurts out of her mouth in bubbles as her head twists from side to side. She’s only been under about a minute – her first of two. But there’s no way she can make it through the second one.
Her chest heaves as her breasts wobble, her lungs an inferno of breathless agony. She simply cannot hold it another second longer as air bursts out of her mouth. Then she inhales reflexively.
Her body responds violently as she starts to thrash about. It’s as though some malevolent being has possessed her and is trying to tear her apart from the inside. She coughs up bubbles as her lungs pull water down her windpipe. A moment later her cock explodes, cream arcing upward to the delighted shrieks of the many females in the crowd before splattering into the unsettled waters of the tank.
Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water as her violent thrashings lessen considerably. Her legs spasm as they shudder in their bindings, her arms wriggling as though she is trying to free herself. Then she suddenly relaxes as sporadic bubbles trickle out of her open mouth to the surface.
She stares upward with a shocked expression, her eyes vacant of life. Stray bubbles trickle out of her mouth to scurry to the surface. A barely noticeable tremor ripples through her body. Then she is gone.
“We have a lucky winner!” the booth barker exclaims, for the one whose throw succeeded in drowning the she-male gets to keep the corpse as an added prize.
There are “awww’s” and applause to the lucky couple. Then people begin to drift away as the duo comes forward to inspect and claim their prize.
The she-male will stay submerged another fifteen minutes by rule before she is brought out and the booth reloaded with its next lady-boy. But that doesn’t stop the female from climbing onto the teeter-totter and impaling her pussy with the still erect cock, riding it hard. She is determined to get an added benefit out of the snuffed she-male before getting to take her prize home with her lucky boyfriend who has proven to be so good with his throwing arm…
