3 Ring the Bell – Behead the She-male (Apr 6 ’11)
At another location inside the carnival a group of people have gathered around the game ‘Ring the Bell’. It’s a simple game of strength where an individual swings a mallet in an attempt to send a piece of metal running vertically up a marked pole until it hits a bell at the very top. If the bell is rung the contestant wins a prize. But at the She-male Snuff Carnival the prize is a little more lethal.
Next to the game sits a guillotine with several happy patrons gathered around it. Strapped onto the bascule, her head locked into the lunette, is yet another frightened she-male. She is naked except for a pair of panty hose, an opening cut in her crotch to allow her cock to poke through. Right now it is saluting, especially since a couple of female patrons have paid for the pleasure of touching it for several minutes as they enjoy taking turns sucking her.
The black-haired lady-boy lies face up so she has an unobstructed view of the game. She watches each time that piece of metal shoots upward, hoping against hope it will not ring the bell. If it does, the blade will be released and she will lose her head into the bloody wicker basket waiting below.
She can turn her head to get a view of each participant. She trembles as she sizes each one up, gauging her chances. She is kept in a constant state of fear and arousal. Part of it is from the knowledge she could die at any moment. But a part of it is also due to the paying customers who enjoy touching her, sucking her or running a hand up and down her nyloned legs.
She has already spurted twice, compliments of the contents of the liquids she has been force-fed as well as the hands and mouths enjoying her “clitty”. After all, the goal of the carnival is to please its patrons, regardless how it humiliates the condemned. Others have already been killed before her, and others will take their place on the bascule long after she has lost her head. But for the moment it is her time. All she can do is watch fearfully as each new contestant pays to see if they can ring the bell and make her lose her head.
The current competitor appears to be a man of average strength, no doubt trying to impress the brunette on his arm. Two blondes playfully enjoy her cock as their men look on. She moans and trembles, sweat beading upon her naked body to trickle down her curves.
There is one last swing from the current competitor. She hears a loud thump as the mallet comes down, a sound that never ceases to rip a fearful cry out of her lungs. The metal in the channel rises upward only to fall short by at least a foot. The gathered crowd of onlookers lets out a chorus of “Awwww!” as the lady-boy breathes a sigh of relief.
The contestant is given a round of applause for his efforts. He walks away disappointed, the brunette on his arm a little less impressed with his manliness than before. The two blondes run out of time and are forced to stop enjoying the she-male’s twitching cock. For the briefest of moments the condemned in her flesh-colored nylons is given a reprieve.
Two minutes later the lady-boy hears someone new walk up, saying he’d like to give it a try. She turns her head to see a muscular man with two voluptuous women on his arms. Her eyes widen in alarm as the women pay for the privilege of playing with her quivering dick. Instinctively she senses her time may have come.
She finds herself hyperventilating as her chest rises and falls. As the two woman start pawing her, one of them tells the man, “Make it last; ok, Markus? We want to play with her a little!”
“Don’t worry, ladies,” he says gallantly. “I get three tries, right? Who wants her head when I’m done?”
“You use it,” the other one suggests with a wicked grin. “We want to watch her give you “head” with her head.”
The she-male gasps and whimpers, wriggling with a renewed sense of fright. But her struggles are in vain. She is thoroughly strapped down, unable to break free.
The women take turns sucking her impressive member while caressing her all over. Then she watches in alarm as the man takes a mighty swing. The mallet comes down with a loud thump, causing her to cry out as the metal in the channel goes rocketing upward.
It climbs halfway up and then loses steam, topping out well short before dropping back down. A chorus of “AWWWW!” fills the air now that others have wandered over to watch. Will they get to watch her lose her head this time? The lady-boy realizes she is going to have an audience when she goes to her humiliating death.
One of the ladies laughs. “C’mon, Markus; that was pitiful! You can do better than that!”
The gathered onlookers cheer him on as he lifts the mallet a second time. The she-male gasps anxiously, a low moan escaping her lips. Will this be the blow that sends her to oblivion?
The mallet comes down with a loud thump. The metal indicator rises up much further this time. Her breath catches in her throat as she follows it all the way up with her eyes.
Her cock stiffens, twitching in the mouth of one of the women who has taken her deep down her throat. But the indicator tops out less than a foot from the bell. The crowd once again moans its disappointment. They want to see blood as well as a severed head proudly lifted high.
“You’re not going to let us down; are you, Markus?” one of his lady friends taunts, stroking the large, throbbing phallus as her friend sucks and slurps. “Don’t tell me you haven’t got it in you?? We wanna see you fuck her severed skull!”
The she-male trembles at their bloodlust as the gathered spectators urge him on. He picks up the mallet and hefts it in his hands. Then he looks at the she-male with a grim look of determination, a look as if to say, “Say goodbye to your head, honey!” Then he gives it a mighty swing.
The lady-boy jerks at the loud thump. She watches that indicator in the channel shoot right up. She screams moments before she hears… “DING”.
The crowd lets out a cheer as the blade suddenly drops with alarming speed. In a split second her world tumbles. She blinks in surprise as she looks up at the sky, watching in horror as blood spurts out of her severed neck. She can no longer speak or scream.
She does not feel her cock explode, nor does she see the two kneeling women get their faces splattered. “Watch this, bitches!” she hears the male exclaim. Then her head is pulled up out of the wicker basket.
The next thing she feels is something thick coming up through her neck. The end emerges out of her mouth. It continues to spurt until she realizes to her horror she has been impaled on her own spurting cock to watch her cream arc out of her mouth.
She sees globs of her spunk upon the eager faces of the kneeling women. Both of them laugh gaily at her degradation. Then some bitch hollers, “MAKE HER SUCK YOU WHILE SHE’S STILL CONSCIOUS!”
She’s lifted up off her still throbbing dick. The next thing she sees is the hairy crotch of the man who is responsible for her beheading. His large, thick cock is pushed into her mouth.
She’s amazed she can feel him between her lips and can taste him. Then she becomes alarmed as her vision starts to fade. His cock is the last thing she feels in her mouth as consciousness ebbs away.
He must have been extremely aroused because his cum quickly spurts out of her neck stump. It splatters onto her nyloned legs. His two female associates shriek with pure joy as the crowd laughs and eggs him on.
When he’s finished, he pulls out of her mouth. He lifts up the head to observe the glazed look of horror in the lifeless eyes. The mouth is open in the form of an O from his cock having filled it as her expression sags in death.
The crowd cheers as he lifts up the head for one and all to admire. “Let her eat her own dick until we come back for her!” he announces. Then he impales her mouth with her own cock. Her long cock emerges out of her neck stump as the crowd roars its approval.
“We’ll be back in 30 minutes,” the man tells the barker of the carnival game. “Let everyone who walks by get a good look at her sucking her own cock.”
“But we need to set up another she-male,” the man protests. That’s when he is handed a hundred dollar bill.
“Will that buy us 30 minutes?”
“It certainly will, sir. I hope you’ll enjoy your visit to our carnival.”
“I may come back and play again. I think my friends would each like a head to take home. Maybe they can pick out the next one for me.” Then he gathers them up in his arms as they walk away.
4 She-male roasters (May 4 ’11)
An aroma hangs heavy over the carnival, an aroma of roasting meat and barbecued flesh. One may not be hungry when one first steps onto the premises. But that certainly changes with the passage of time as the smell entices one and all to come and check out what is on the menu.
There is a pavilion shaded with a large canopy where patrons gather to eat. Nearby are the roasting pits where she-males are impaled to cook over an open flame. Many of the curious gather along the edge of the pit to watch, especially since their meals are often still alive when they are slow-roasted.
On a small section of the roasting pit cooks the body parts of several she-males. Breasts and penises are basted with a fine glaze as they are cooked on a grill. These parts are usually pre-ordered and are priced higher than the other cuts.
The severed heads of some of the cooked she-males are impaled on pikes, representing their headless bodies as they twist on rotisseries. Some of these have been provided from the carnival game Ring the Bell where the victims lost their heads when the bell is rung. Others are in place courtesy of merciful requests for beheading rather than to be cooked alive.
The pits are doing a thriving business, and many more bodies are needed to satisfy the hungry patrons. For example, on a table near the pits lies a short-haired, redheaded Latina who is being prepared. She was brought in by a family who raised her to serve as meat, much to her distress.
Her arms are tied behind her back, and she is bent over and fucked from behind by her Master. When he’s finished he is followed by her Mistress who sports a large strap-on for the purpose of helping enlarge her anus. On the other end the two assistants responsible for getting her on to cook are permitted to fuck her mouth. It is believed these last cum deposits help flavor the meat, although that is mostly believed to be an old wives’ tale.
After the she-male receives her last fuck – a fucking many of them wish would go on indefinitely in order to prolong the inevitable – one of the assistants brings the six foot long metal pole around. He pushes it against her anal ring and penetrates her, usually resulting in her cries of pain as she begs for mercy. But there will be none as she was brought to the pit to serve as meat.
One assistant skewers her ass while the other holds her down. The roaster often jerks about during the impalement process, and it usually requires two people to get the job done. The spitting is done manually as the patrons frequently enjoy watching the process.
The preparations are skillfully done. The she-males’ internal organs are left intact as the pole is forced through. The process is slow and methodical, causing a great deal of wriggling and squirming on the part of the roaster. But it is believed the added pain and adrenaline rush is good for the meat.
There is usually a great deal of interest in watching the pole emerge from the mouth of the roaster. This generates a lot of excitement from the guests observing the proceedings. It is said that those who watch such an event usually enjoy a week’s worth of heavy fucking back home after having witnessed the spectacle of seeing a she-male spitted from ass to mouth.
Once she is fully spitted she is turned over onto her back where she is carefully gutted by hand, leaving intact the major organs. Often she is sporting a huge erection, generating some “oohs” and “aahs” from the spectators. This will later be cut off from her body after she has started to roast so that it can be prepared separately.
Stabilizers are attached to her legs and shoulders so she will not slip around on the pole. Then her stomach is sewn back up. As a final preparation, her head is wrapped in tinfoil to keep her hair from bursting into flame, leaving her face exposed to experience the heat before she is carried away.
At this point many patrons move to get a better view of the roaster as she starts to cook over the open fire. The frightened she-male always puts on a good show as she is subjected to the heat, writhing and squirming in her bindings as she grunts through the pole emerging from her mouth. Generally her cock remains fully erect to the point where the observers are often treated to an eruption of cum as she rotates 360 degrees.
Sometimes carnival patrons place wagers as to how long a she-male will last on the spit. Other times bets are made as to whether or not she will spurt a load of cum as she cooks. But for the roaster it is a painful process. Some live as long as twenty to thirty minutes after they are impaled and start to cook.
The redhead will cook for several hours, an assistant basting her body with a special glaze for flavor and to keep her from burning. She will finally be removed from the spit as certain body parts – specifically the breasts and penis – will be removed to finish cooking separately. Then she will find her way over to the cutting table where several cuts of her finest steaks will be removed and served up.
Her head will also be removed and specially prepared as a trophy to be taken home by a lucky guest. It may find its way over to one of the many carnival games, or it might very well be auctioned off. Often her hands and feet will also end up in the possession of one of the many carnival-goers as a souvenir.
Usually there are many hungry patrons. But the barbecue pits have no trouble obtaining roasters. Some of these will be provided by the carnival-goers themselves, brought in from home to be served up as meals. Others will end up on the menu after being snuffed while participating in some of the many lethal carnival games. Thus, there is never a shortage of meat to serve to hungry customers.
Any left-over meat is sold at a discount to avoid unnecessary waste. Many patrons like to take home some choice cuts to serve at special dinners and banquets. Often, what’s left of the she-males they have brought in to be roasted will end up at some company picnic or family reunion. By the end of the day there is usually little to no meat left as anything that remains has usually been generously donated to the cooks and assistants to take home as a thank you for their help in preparing the meals for the visitors of the carnival…
