The girls walked on for a little while, looking over the stalls as they passed and handing out leaflets to anyone who looked interested. Some were to men looking to sell their daughters and a few boys who said they were going to try to talk their parents into having their sisters butchered but most went to girls and young women themselves.

“Hey! Check this one out!” Mandy beckoned the others to watch another game that was about to begin. The girls gathered around eagerly to see what this one was about. Once again there were naked contestants risking their lives for the entertainment of the other patrons. Four this time, three boys and a girl with the youngest boy appearing to be around seven years old and the oldest somewhere around fifteen. The middle one looked to be the same age as the girls, maybe a year or so older judging by the small but noticeable growth of pubic hair around his erect penis. The girl looked to be South Asian, Indian or Pakistani, and was around thirteen or fourteen years old with small, pointy little tits and a smooth, presumably shaved vulva.

“Wow! The prizes for taking part in this one look way better than the other games!” Beth pointed out, noticing the much larger toys and fairly expensive-looking novelties on display, advertising that they were what survivors could win.

“Yeah but check out your odds.” Jenny replied, peering carefully at the way the game was set up and listening to the rules currently being barked out by the operator to gather players. “One person dies every time. I know two people lost their heads on the coconut shy but that was down to luck, I bet most of the time everyone walks away but not with this one.” She explained the mechanism, pointing out the circular targets with the hole in the middle, the water butts underneath and the ropes around the necks of the naked volunteers. “The players keep squirting with the water pistols,” she explained, “until one of the butts is filled to a certain level then everyone else’s water cuts off and the platform drops, leaving the volunteer to hang!”

“I’ll have a go at that!” Charlie laughed, bouncing up to the operator and paying her entry fee before taking her place behind a hose-fed water-cannon. Her target seemed to be the oldest boy. He did not seem to have a full erection but was never the less impressive. He caught the naked ten year old girl looking up at him, her eyes not making it quite as far as his face. He grinned and winked at her, making her blush deeply.

The other three stations were already occupied and soon the game began. Getting the water through the small hole in the target was a lot harder than Charlie had imagined. Her competitive streak took over and she quickly forgot that people’s lives were on the line – she just wanted to win! Suddenly there was a click, a cheer and Charlie’s cannon cut out.

She turned quickly to see who had won. The twelve year old boy who had seemed so aroused by the danger he was in was kicking and thrashing at the end of his rope while a girl who could not have been older than six cheered herself and basked proudly in the congratulations and admiration of her family and the other spectators. The hanging boy’s body spasmed and he ejaculated violently before becoming still, his lifeless body swaying gently a few short feet off the ground.

“Too bad!” Jenny patted Charlie on the shoulder as the survivors were released and given their prices, the dead boy was removed and the game reset. “Guess it’s not as easy as it looks?”

“No, but now I have to try it from the other side!” Charlie grinned.

“I’ll join you!” announced Beth, “That was so hot to watch!” and soon the two naked girls were being led around the back of the game area and up to the platforms where nooses were placed around their delicate young necks. Niamh and Mandy decided they would play this time and paid their entry fee to the operator who assigned them cannons away from their friends. Mandy’s potential victim was a pretty blonde girl around her own age and the space behind Niamh’s target was occupied by a little dark-haired, olive skinned boy of eight or nine years old.

“Okay, cannons armed!” the operator announced. “Ready? GO!”