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In the year 2075 Corporations have taken over the planet, they are now Governments and what were once Nation states.

The Church has been replaced by the high lord of media, Television, the TV shows now educate children with what is considered the acceptable form of morality and the basic level of education they will require to perform the menial jobs that they will be offered.

Television also maintains law and order, old shows such as "Survivor" is now a show where death row inmates fight each other to the death gladiator style, "Wife Swap" really does involve husbands swapping wives and this time having sex with them and comparing their sexual performance before and after the swap.

The top rating program however is "Snuff It" a wheel of fortune or misfortune if you will, game where contestants spin a wheel filled with all kinds of torture and sexual depravity, some of which are lethal. If they survive the first spin and act, they can play on if they choose for more money and fame.

Of course, this is only if it is voluntary contestants, they only have to spin once, contestants who have been sent by the judicial system must spin 3 times and endure 3 forms of torture or depravity to earn their freedom, spaces also exist for "home" which allows them to leave without any humiliation required of them, it is a brutal yet honest game, women (the game only allows female players, Feminism long since dead) to play, as no one wants to see men being gang banged or performing strip teases.

Heathcliff Savatage the host of the show is sitting in his dressing room, he was a mere Security Guard before the Corporations took over, his one talent quickly recognized by the Television network "SnufferVision" that offered him a job, see Heathcliff was a talented writer and possessed a wicked imagination, his works on Online Role Playing sites were legendary.

They offered him the chance to bring his work to life, Snuff It was his first project, although he was also working on a screen play for a movie where the actors would really be tortured and die, all of this now being perfectly legal in Global Corporate World.

He looked at himself in the mirror, he was in his 40's, tall with long dark hair, he modeled his game show character after the Preachers of the 1800's and 1980's rock stars, he was flamboyant and energetic, he believed in what he was doing.

He tapped on his keyboard and looked at the today's first contestant, MacKenzie 17, a High School student, here by court order as she has been in trouble at school for sexual harassment, she is a semi virgin, no cocks in the pussy but plenty everywhere else.

He stood up and walked out to his platform which would rise up and as it did he heard the crowd roar.

The music roared and lights flashed.

"Welcome to Snuff It!" the announcer cried out.

Savannah Black the co host was already gyrating on the side of the stage, topless in black heels only and her trademark blue wig, this blue wig was rather important as it meant virtually any woman with a similar body could play her. Funny how no one ever noticed or perhaps cared about the changes.

"Hello everybody and Pepsi bless you all!" Heathcliff cried out, his trademark greeting and listened as the audience sang the sponsors anthem.

"Let's get to it then shall we! Our first contestant tonight is a volunteer, MacKenzie, 17 years old from Orlando Florida, a cheerleader and vaginal virgin, yes folks they still exist! MacKenzie, tell us a little about yourself and what made you decide to enter the show?' he asked as the cameras pointed at the cute blonde girl.
 
Mackenzie, nothing but your garden variety vapid cheerleader bimbo, stepped out onto the stage from behind a garish red curtain. She wore the black string bikini that was standard for all the contestants, with a little white tag along one side of her bottoms with the number "17" emblazoned to show the folks at home her age while putting her taut teen body on display, her bottle-blonde ponytail streaked with neon pink. Just before coming onstage, the crew had made a big deal of telling her that this was real, it was serious, whatever. She'd never seen the show, but from the sound of it she'd just have to give a blowjob or something.

"Like, hi and stuff. I'm Mackenzie and I go to Nachos Bellgrande High School in Orlando. I maybe raped this dumb nerdy girl from the chess club, but she was a little priss anyway and wouldn't do my homework for me, so she had it coming." She paused to flip a loose strand of hair out of her eyes and look out at the audience with contempt. "Oh-my-GAWD, the judge was being all stupid and junk, and they said I could either volunteer for the show or I'd get stuck with it as my sentence and have to do it three times. So my dumb mom signs me up and now here I am. So like, I've never seen this crap show before, so like, do I have to give some guy a blowjob or what?'

(Lucky Number 13!)
 
"Well folks, Mackenzie is here as directed by the courts, but she is smarter than she looks, she only has to spin the wheel once to earn her freedom as she was so easy during her trial!" he announces as the crowd went wild.

She was standing there topless as all contestants did and not showing the slightest shame for it either, thinking she would just give a blow job and have it all over and done with.

"Oh just a blow job huh? Is that what you are hoping for! I can assure you that this show is much more extreme than that!"

Savannah laughed and span the wheel as she did for all contestants, her breasts dangling as she leant over around and around it went and then finally stopping.

"Oh it is lucky 13" she smiled as she announced it.

"Lucky 13 it is the Slice and Dice! MacKenzie we have a special guest to perform the slice and dice on you too!" Heathcliff shouted as a young nerdy girl appeared from backstage holding a meat cleaver and a switch blade.

"MacKenzie the slice and dice involves you standing still while Melissa here, who you may know as the girl you molested has some fun with knives, if you choose not to stand still and we have to restrain you, then I am afraid you will have to spin again afterwards! I will remind every one that the Slice and Dice is not a lethal act" he explained.
 
"Oh what the actual FUCK!" Mackenzie freaked when she saw Melissa come out from behind the curtain holding the knife and cleaver combo. "No way, no FUCKING WAY!" She bolted, breaking one of her ridiculously high heels and winding up sprawled across the first row of the audience. "Somebody get me out of here!" She struggled to get up and disentangle herself from the audience, all of whom were more than happy to "restrain" her with excessive groping and fondling of her young body. The security staff got to her within seconds, the troupe of athletic women in black "Security" polo shirts wrestling her back to the stage. A sharp pain shot up Mackenzie's spine as she was being manhandled. Someone, either a security girl or an audience member, had shoved stiff fingers between her vaginal lips and ruptured her hymen. Mackenzie wasn't used to physical pain in the slightest, being a spoiled, pampered little thing. The sharpness of her deflowering came as a complete shock, and she initially had no idea what had happened to her as she was being bolted into a complicated harness. This array of leather straps and metal cuffs restrained her completely in a vertical spread eagle position without denying access to any part of her body. "What the fuck, what the fuck?!" She kept repeating herself, not being able to fully process what was happening to her.

Melissa took a bow for the crowd and was greeted with a roar of applause. Girl on girl violence was always appreciated by the fan base, and Savannah had coached the young girl on how to make the most of the Slice and Dice. If she managed a really good showing, Savannah told her that she might even get picked up by the network for one of their monthly slicing specials. The girl who'd been Mackenzie's rape victim was a small, scrawny, mousy little specimen with thick glasses and a little bit of acne that the makeup artists couldn't hide and chestnut hair done in unflattering braided pigtails. Her body was terribly underdeveloped, so much so that the standard contestant's bikini all but slipped right off her meager frame, and a breast size that most girls would kill to *not* have. The age tag on her side read 15, one of the youngest contestants eligible to appear on Snuff It. "Hi mister Heathcliff," she said with a notable lack of confidence. "I'm a really big fan of your show. Can you tell me the rules for the Slice and Dice?"
 
The crowd went nuts, this was all too much for them, girl on girl abuse and violence, the victim getting her revenge, a victim who was much smaller and younger too, not to mention a cocky contestant who is just starting to realize what this show, the top rating show in all of Pepsi land was all about. How self consumed was MacKenzie that she thought she could just blow a cock or two and get away with it!

Savannah guided Melissa to Heathcliff, holding her bikini top up as Melissa was a guest on the show her body was meant to be covered at all times. But a little slip here and there was fine and great for ratings.

Heathcliff knelt down in front of Melissa, "Ok Melissa, I do believe you know this slut here right" Melissa nodded in agreement "She's the one who molested me sir" she said in a most innocent voice which caused the audience to boo MacKenzie and chant slut over and over.

Heathcliff glanced at the monitor that showed the ratings while they were in progress, word had got around as to what was happening and they were increasing second by second. The audience loved Justice or at least what they were taught to believe was justice and were tuning in to see their law in action.

"Well Melissa, this is a non lethal act, you simply cut MacKenzie's skin, not too deep, just lightly scoring it like Savannah showed you on the piece of meat before you were led out, you will have two minutes and you are not to remove any of her bits ok, just slice and dice as you please. Does that make sense?" he asked and she nodded with a cute Shirley Temple smile.

"And now MacKenzie, are you going to behave and receive your punishment or do we have to restrain you and therefore make you spin another two times? You already have incurred a one spin penalty for trying to run away which was most amusing so if you are good we will deduct it, but ONLY if you lay on this table and let Melissa carry out your sentence! We will give you some time to think while we cut to the ad break"
 
"You stupid slut!" Mackenzie screamed. "What's wrong with you?! You should have just done my homework and none of this would have happened!" She had completely failed to pick up on her own role in her fate, blaming her victim completely and trying to lunge for the smaller girl. Still far too timid for her own good, Melissa gave a startled squeak and tried to hide behind busty Savannah until the security girls had finally wrestled Mackenzie back into the restraints, this time clamping them shut and locking them.

Savannah turned to the young girl. "Looks like she has to do the extra spin now, honey." She stroked Melissa's hair to calm her down and helped her to adjust her bikini top during the break. This gave the audience a lengthy show of her tiny mosquito bite breasts and tan nipples, though she wasn't thinking about them at all right now. "And don't you worry," Savannah assured her. "Once the cuffs are locked she can't get out. She can't hurt you anymore honey. You just concentrate on hurting her back and how much everyone out there likes you."

"They...like me?"

"Of course they do, sweetie," Savannah said, turning the girl to face her and giving her nose a little boop. "You're such a little cutie, how could they not?"

"Do you..." Melissa blushed when she tried to speak her mind. "Do you think mister Heathcliff likes me too?"

"I'm sure he does."

"Do you think he might...you know...want me...after the show?" Poor girl, thought Savannah. But she wasn't here to keep the girl realistic, she was here to bolster her confidence.

"I bet you he will. Now we're about to come back from break, so you need to buck up and get ready to hurt that meanie that hurt you. I'll make sure he calls you up to the penthouse after the show, promise!" Okay, she thought, some promises were made to be broken, but what was the harm in trying? Savannah put on her winning smile and guided Melissa over to her abuser just as the theme music started back up. Security had just finished securing Mackenzie to the harness and fitting her with a ball gag to stop her from intimidating her victim any further. "Remember," Savannah whispered. "Nothing's off limits as long as you don't remove parts of her or kill her, so make her pay." Both girls were all smiles as Heathcliff bounded back on stage with his trademark panache to announce the start of the round.
 
The ad break was coming to an end, Heathcliff was used to contestants like MacKenzie who agreed to do the show and then got all nervous when they realized how real it was, and he was also used to girls like Melissa who although wanting revenge and fame got nervous that the contestant might retaliate. Luckily he had security to deal with MacKenzie and Savannah to deal with jittery Melissa, he just took another shot of metal into his blood stream.

Metal was the drug of choice for artists and performers, a chemist managed to take Heavy Metal music and break it down into a chemical form, injecting it into the blood stream would give the user the same rush as listening to loud, high powered hard music.

"Welcome back folks, and it does seem MacKenzie here was not willing to co operate, so she has been clamped up on this here board we have and will now have to submit to the full 3 spins! Yes, aren't you all in for a treat folks!" the crowd went crazy and he watched as ratings soared again, the show was very real, nothing was faked including responses from the contestants and their abusers, the show also had an open ended time slot, it could run for as long as it needed.

"Now, Melissa, are you ready to start your slicing and dicing on MacKenzie the bitch who molested your poor young innocent body?" he asked as he turned Melissa around so the audience could see the very body that was molested.

She nodded and Savannah gave her a smile and a wink.

She approached MacKenzie on the board and looked at her grinning, "Ok your time starts now we will tell you when to finish" he instructed.

And with that Melissa pressed the cleaver against MacKenzie's tight tummy and whilst closing her eyes squeamish at the pain she was about to cause she moved the blade quickly and listened as MacKenzie was now the one trying to cry out, but of course gagged she could only moan.

She opened her eyes and saw the blood, did she do that? Well yes she did and she was supposed to, Heathcliff stood by her, "Very good Melissa, keep going now!" the crowd started to chant her name.

"Melissa, Melissa, Melissa" Savannah danced and jiggled her breasts and encouraged them to keep chanting.

Melissa, took the switchblade and took another stroke across her tummy, this time watching as her flesh bled.
 
There was so much blood. The piece of meat that she'd practiced on hadn't bled at all, but now Melissa was fascinated by the crimson flow coming from Mackenzie's tummy, and the pink slits that opened up every time she drew the blade across her rapist's flesh. Another long, slow slice opened her tummy up a bit further, this time venturing deeper into the girl-meat. Something gave way and for just a moment the blade dipped beneath the muscle into Mackenzie's innards; Melissa hoped nobody noticed. Not wanting to get disqualified for actually opening Mackenzie up, Melissa moved upwards to Mackenzie's tits. They were big ans slutty and naked and represented everything Melissa didn't have, the attributes that made boys and girls alike want Mackenzie and shun Melissa. She slashed the left breast with the switchblade, a shallow cut that bisected the nipple and then a crisscrossing pair of diagonal slices. Hefting the cleaver, she swung it into Mackenzie's right breast, which parted vertically down the middle with a meaty splat. The horrible, mean, slutty, rich rapist was shrieking through the ball gag now, completely incoherent but that didn't matter to Melissa. This was her chance to finally hurt her back! Her breasts were ruined where before they had been the absolute perfection of ripe young sexuality, the right one completely split down the middle, through meat and fat and even the milk gland beneath. But she could hide those ruined orbs under her shirt and still be popular.

Melissa was crying as she cut into Mackenzie's face, the emotion of this moment overwhelming her completely. The slashes were wild, random and without any thought to aesthetics. Mackenzie would be disfigured for life, unwanted by anyone besides sickos with a fetish for scars. But she still had other assets she could offer, and there was no way she'd let this horrible monster of a girl keep what she'd taken so violently. She swung the cleaver up underneath Mackenzie's body and the blade sank into her privates. As blood ran down her abuser's thighs, Melissa bawled her eyes out, a complete emotional wreck. Somewhere between the release, the vindication and the guilt at harming another person like this, it had just become too much for her young mind to process. Still, she worked the blade back and forth like a saw through the meat of Mackenzie's cunny lips, slashing her into ruination but never cutting a single piece off. By the time Savannah called "Time," she had sunk to her knees before Mackenzie's mutilated form. As she looked up, a hot, golden rain splashed across her face. Even in this, her moment of justice, the horrible bitch managed to hurt her. Melissa dried her tears and hugged Savannah tight, no longer feeling any shame at hurting such a vile person. The buxom hostess, a long-time lover of such violence, was incredibly aroused by what Melissa had wrought, and openly fondled the young girl's bottom as they hugged. The crowd was loving it. The emotion, the breakdown, the tearful hug, even Mackenzie's last spiteful gesture, they were eating it up.

"Even if Heathcliff won't have you," Savannah whispered. "You can come over to my trailer after the show." If I make it, she thought, remembering how many Savannahs the show had claimed this season alone.
 
MacKenzie was a mess, blood and ripped flesh. Melissa had gone far further than what they intended the Slice and Dice game to go, but it didn't matter, the ratings were soaring and the public truly hated MacKenzie for hurting such an innocent and beautiful thing as Melissa, in fact people were already sending in emails telling the network how they thought it was art how Melissa's pain was coming through in her vengeance, MacKenzie's flesh serving as a canvas for her inner pain and turmoil.

Heath appeared back on the stage as Savannah was escorting her away, normally Melissa would be able to dole out the second round of punishment but it was feared that Melissa might break down and it would be bad for ratings, besides, they liked her as she was, a little too much hatred and they might turn on her as well, the audience being rather fickle.

Heathcliff knelt down and hugged Melissa as the crowd roared.

"Well wasn't that something folks! Melissa is quite the little ripper, I think the next bully who decides to fuck with her probably won't!" he was working the audience up, MacKenzie still had 2 more spins of the wheel.

"Well it is two more spins for you my girl, but first we will have the medics check you out and go to a break!"

The medics checked her out and treated some of her wounds, it was pointless doing too much, anything could happen next and she could be dead. The ad break finished and Heath went back on with the show.

"So MacKenzie, do you think if we un gag you, you will be more polite now?" he smiled as Savannah once again span the wheel.
 
All Mackenzie could do was nod, frantically begging Savannah with her eyes to not spin that horrible, horrible wheel any more. The cast members had wheeled out a full length mirror to show her what had become of her body, her precious, beautiful young body. She was ruined! But if they stopped now, if she could convince them not to hurt her any more, her parents had enough money to fix her with surgeries and grafts and who knew what else. As the gag popped out, her wavering, pleading sob carried over the airwaves like a bizarre melody. "Puh-uh-uh-lee-hee-hee-heeeeeeeeaaase! Don't...don't make me...oh Pepsi...Pepsi please help me..."

Savannah had shed her bikini bottoms during the break, co-hosting the show completely nude except for some jewelry and blue stockings that matched her wig and dyed landing strip. She was so turned on from Mackenzie's begging that strands of her love juice hung and dripped from her swollen red sex lips like melting icicles. No doubt little Melissa was being cooled off and counseled in the green room right now, but she hoped security would bring the little scamp to her dressing room like she'd asked. That was a matter for later, though. Now all that mattered was showing her million credit smile and saying "Twenty-one, black jack!" The crowd applauded and she jiggled for their amusement. Most of the other Savannahs sleep-walked through their part in the show, but this one thrived on the attention, the uncertainty of her daily existence. Getting to go home at night with all her pieces attached was like victory over and over again, and the tortures she witnessed and inflicted never ceased to make her hot and ready.
 
Heathcliff mocked MacKenzie's pleading, "Oh poor poor child molester, do you want it to stop now? Did you stop when poor Melissa said to stop? Hell no! You only have yourself to blame for this my dear, you should never have molested Melissa and if you hadn't of run away from your punishment here today you would have already had your spin and been free, but you fucked it up for yourself again" he watched the wheel spin as Savannah span it, she was now naked and her excitement dripping from between her legs.

"Twenty-one, black jack!" she announced as the wheel stopped spinning.

"Oh, how I do like this one" started Heathcliff again with his hosting skills.

"21 is the Sybian race! This is usually a very light and painless although humiliating act, but I think MacKenzie with the smooshed up cunny that you will find it painful indeed! For those who don't know, let us show you a clip of a woman using a sybian" and with that a clip appeared of a woman mounting a dildo which was remote controlled by herself, of course MacKenzie's would be controlled by Savannah, the dildo works itself way quite nicely inside the woman's pussy, but MacKenzie of course will find it quite painful.

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"We will be back after these messages with MacKenzie riding the Sybian for you all!" Heatcliff announced as the crew started to set the machine up, one of the crew member's looked at MacKenzie and started to rub vinegar and salt on the dildo that would be inserted inside her, "Melissa's parents paid me to make it even more painful for you, I hope you like it bitch" he said laughing.

"Now MacKenzie, when the ad break is over, are you going to get on this thing yourself or does the crew have to throw you on it, if they do it will be more painful and we will add more spins to the wheel, you currently only have one to go" he asked her.
 
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, Mackenzie thought. She heaped mountains of denial upon her situation, trying to block out the physical and psychic trauma she'd already undergone and could likely expect within the next few minutes. Sure, the dildo was big, but she'd had big ones in her butt before, and those hurt for just a little while. And...the pussy was supposed to feel good, wasn't it? The audience had already popped her hymen, so this shouldn't hurt at all!

As the crew unshackled her and let her down, her body slumped and she found herself walking hunched over like some downtrodden serf from ages past, cradling her injured flesh. the medics had mostly just stopped the bleeding, but they'd also used some QuickSkin to seal her tits back together, at least for now. Apparently her breasts were better for ratings when they were whole, though that was probably just so they could be broken again. Still, the result wasn't anything close to pretty. "I'll..." she started, finding her throat hoarse from screaming into the gag. Swallowing and trying to get some moisture into her parched mouth, she tried again. "I'll get on it. Please don't add more spins." A cast member helped her swing her leg around one side of it and they held her up while she slid the head of the dildo around, trying to find her hole. It didn't help that this was her first time actually putting something in there, but what made matters terribly difficult was that her pussy lips were totally ravaged, creating little crevices and furrows that the cock head kept catching on. Every touch of the thing stung her, and she thought if she could only get it inside her then the surface damage wouldn't bother her anymore.

"I...I can't find it," she said finally, fearful that this might be construed as noncompliance. "This is my first time, and I'm all cut up and I can't find my hole. Please, I need help getting on." She was close to tears when Savannah slid up behind her, reaching between Mackenzie's thighs and plunging two fingers into her broken hole. Mackenzie squeaked in surprise and pain but did not resist as the woman pumped her from underneath several more times. Finally she withdrew her fingers and, using the blood as lubrication, slid the dildo back and forth until it caught in her true entrance. Savannah held up her bloody fingers and licked them for the camera, enjoying the coppery taste of justice. With the instrument in place, Mackenzie's knees just gave out. It plunged all the way into her body, up to her innermost barrier of her cervix. Instead of the orgasmic pleasure she'd expected, the chemicals on the outside of the dildo ignited her mind with searing, acidic agony.

"Gh-hhhhnnnnggg! Gaaaaaaaaaahh!" She tried to form words, but all that would come out were crazed squawks and mewling noises like an injured animal. Were her parents watching this right now? Were they getting off on seeing her fucked and tortured? She knew her little sister was watching for sure, she'd caught the little creep peeping on her in the shower more times than she could count. Well, she thought, this is it. There was no way she could claim virginity anymore, she'd been robbed and used and broken on live TV, and her pain was all but indescribable.

Savannah scooped two fingers through her own swollen, dripping crevice and smeared a thick wad of her gooey arousal all over Mackenzie's face. She hoped Melissa saw it. "I think this one's ready whenever you are, Heath!" She flashed her pearly whites and jiggled her tits for the audience one last time before Mackenzie's world caught fire.
 
The audience went silent as MacKenzie mounted the device, it was arousing to them as she was doing it herself, they started to laugh as it became apparent that she could not find her pussy and Savannah had to help, the oohed and ahhed and then a gasp as Savannah enjoying the dark role she had inherited licked and sucked on her blood soaked fingers.

The ratings now were higher than ever and Savannah and Heathcliff were both hoping that MacKenzie would survive, the audience hated her and might want to see her tortured again.

When everything was in place Savannah looked at Heath after smearing some of her own juice on MacKenzie's mouth and face. Heathcliff nodded and the audience went wild.

Savannah dialled the device straight to 10 and the dildo went berzerk working in and out of her, harder and harder, deeper causing it's victim pain instead of the pleasure it was intended to.

Soon, time was up and the device was turned off.

"Well folks, how was that? A pleasure device made torturous due to MacKenzie's wounds! One more spin coming up right after the break!" he announced.

During the break MacKenzie was helped down and Heathcliff coached her some more, "You are the most hated contestant we have ever had MacKenzie, I think when you are finished here you might want your parents to pay for a whole new face so you aren't beaten in the streets! Well one more spin and then you are free!" he laughed.

Savannah looked at her smiled, she enjoyed watching the contestants endure what she knew she was unlikely to, she was the most popular Savannah of them all and she intended to stay that way.
 
Mackenzie was still trembling, her body on the verge of shutting down and going into shock, but the medics had injected her with all sorts of chemicals to keep her alert, awake and feeling every last thing. She jumped and yelped when Savannah gave her a playful slap on the butt, every tiny stimulus a nightmarish agony. This wasn't right! Why would these people do this to her, when she'd never done anything wrong in her whole life? It was all that little bitch Melissa's fault! And now the host was saying that she had to endure one more spin. "O-okay. Okay," she said. "It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna be okay. It's okay. It can't get any worse."

The red lights on the cameras came back on and the theme music began to play again, all lenses zooming in on Mackenzie's kneeling, wrecked body. Some captured the look of cornered prey in her eyes, some focused in on her mutilated genitals, and in an editing booth somewhere a group of technicians arranged all the shots in a perverse montage to showcase the program's justice. Savannah warmed the audience up with some of her trademark dancing and jiggling, progressing to blatant self-pleasure with her slippery fingers to set the mood for the third and final spin. "Spin, spin, spin!" The audience's chanting rose to a fever pitch and broke into cheers as Savannah gave the wheel a hard pull, her tits hanging perilously close to the wheel's barbed edges. They'd lost more than one Savannah that way, but the wheel came to a stop without the blades harming her this time.

"Four!" she shouted. "Four for the whore!"
 
Dark dramatic music played signifying that number 4 on the wheel was indeed a life changing act, the lighting dropped down to near darkness and Heathcliff re emerged wearing a dark cloak and horns.

The camera's zoomed in on his face as he began to speak. "My dear viewers, number 4 is indeed a life changing act, and it is a good lesson to any kiddies watching, hopefully with parental guidance, children please learn it now, if MacKenzie had only taken her 1 spin punishment like a woman she would have been spared this, but no! She had to run like a coward, she had to try and escape and then struggle when subdued and had to be restrained, now viewers what will happen to MacKenzie the molester? Well I will tell you" he started to explain and walked over to MacKenzie so her reactions could be caught on film as well his face.

Savannah had donned a nuns habit and nothing else, she was on her knees praying to a Pepsi bottle which was nearing her pussy, "Let the Lord Pepsi do his work!" she screamed.

"MacKenzie, number 4 is the Lobotomy, if you do not know what that is I will explain it to you, you will have the frontal lobe of your brain severed, you will live but as a near vegetable, you will requite 24/7 care and attention for the rest of your life, oh MacKenzie if only you had of just accepted your initial punishment. But we are merciful here at Snuff It, yes indeed we are! You have 2 options my dear child molester, you can accept the lobotomy which is irreversible, you can trade the lobotomy and chance 2 more spins and then sign up to a 6 month contract in porn. Which will it be?" he asked.

"We'll find out after this ad break!"
 
"N-no! No more spinning!" Too stupid to grasp what was really, truly about to happen to her, Mackenzie put her foot down on the subject. "Mommy and daddy have lots of money and they can fix *anything* with it!"

As the commercial break ended, the first shot that the viewers saw was Savannah dropping down onto the Pepsi bottle, being filled by the Lord's holy carbonated glory. Even for an experienced girl like her, taking the bottle was uncomfortable, even painful, her lippy pussy stretched open more than by any cock. An internally implanted camera showed the world the view from within as her vaginal walls opened up around the bottle and her cervix got bruised by the cap. "Pepsi saves!" Savannah cried out. "Hallelujah!" When she stood, the shape of the Pepsi bottle had lodged it inside her so that it stayed with her as she walked over to the operating table. "The whore has decided to keep number four, and Nurse Black is very happy to oblige!" She ditched her nun's habit for a pink nurse's cap. This was one that she secretly hoped to endure one day herself. She'd been pitching a more extreme version of the lobotomy to producers, hoping to leave her own indelible mark on Snuff It after her eventual, inevitable passing.

"Just get it over with!" Mackenzie shouted, tears streaming down her face. "Do it and let me go so I can get fixed with mommy and daddy's money!" The crowd burst out into wild guffaws as the "laugh" sign lit up. She knew better than to struggle as security wrestled her into the harness again, and she couldn't have done so even if she wanted. She was too weak now, after everything. But she would live, they said so! Why was the blue haired bitch smiling so...evil?

Savannah wheeled the medical tray up to the harness, a set of delicate probe-like instruments laid out on its surface. She plucked a long, thin needle from its surface and started to run it up and down Mackenzie's body, rocking her hips back and forth so that the Pepsi bottle swung hypnotically. She jammed the needle up the dumb girl's nose, spearing it up into her brain. Nonsense poured from Mackenzie's lips, her mind no longer able to process speech normally. Savannah jerked the needle around, stabbing wildly and shallow, robbing Mackenzie of her sight, her hearing, her balance. There was nothing left of the graceful cheerleader, but she was still every bit the idiot...maybe a tiny bit more. Savannah pulled the needle out and waved her hand in front of the girl's face. One eye actually followed it, so Mackenzie wasn't completely blind. But still, she was totally crippled for life, and the thought had Savannah very close to cumming as Mackenzie's drooling body was dragged off stage. She really, desperately needed to be fucked.
 
"Well viewers, it seemed the stupid MacKenzie made her decision, she chose to go through with the lobotomy, too ill educated and arrogant to understand what it really meant, of course her parents money will take good care of her but she will never be the same and perhaps that is a good thing given she wasn't very nice after all!" Heathcliff sermonized to the audience who were still in shock and awe at what they had witnessed.

Heathcliff then vanished backstage and came back with Melissa who was now fully dressed in her school uniform, "Melissa, I take it you watched all of that, how do you feel about the justice that was done here today?" he asked her as he knelt on one knee so the camera could capture both their faces.

"Mr Heathcliff, I don't like what happened to MacKenzie, but she asked for it, she abused me and then she ran away here today when she could have only had to go through one spin of the wheel! The stupid girl didn't even understand what a lobotomy is, even after you explained it!" Melissa told the audience as they all went wild chanting for her.

"And what does MacKenzie have to say about her experience here today?" he asked as the camera backstage focused on MacKenzie who was just drooling and uttering more nonsense than usual.

"Indeed, justice has been done!" Heathcliff decried.

MacKenzie's mother and father were brought out and they apologized to Melissa for their daughters actions. Her father looked at the camera and with the type of sickly sincerity you see on a community service announcement he made the speech he had to make to save the rest of his family and his job.

"My daughter abused young Melissa here and the courts found her guilty, she should have taken the one spin that she was required to, but she tried to run away and she resisted, she was a silly girl who thought until the end that my money could fix her lobotomy. Please I urge all parents to educate their children to not abuse and commit crimes or they will find themselves in the same situation as my daughter is in now" he finished his speech and he and his wife were escorted from the stage.

Melissa then knowing that this would be a great way to finish the episode looked at Savannah with the Pepsi bottle still lodged in her pussy.

"Mr Heathcliff, Miss Savannah, can I have a glass of cold pure Pepsi Cola?" she asked with an innocent smile knowing what would happen next.
 
"What a sweet little child!" Savannah chirruped for the crowd, flashing a big smile and turning so the camera could capture her bottle-stuffed pussy. "But I'm afraid my only bottle is quite stuck."

"It's okay, miss," Melissa said. "May I please take it out of you?" The crowd gave a long "awwwwwwww" at her adorable, precocious nature, and Melissa gripped the bottle with both hands to try and pull it out. Lodged deep and firm, the bottle budged about an inch before catching inside Savannah and turning her vagina inside out as it came ever so slightly to the surface. Melissa had never seen anything like it. Until Mackenzie had raped her, she'd been a very good girl and never even masturbated or looked at porn. But seeing Savannah's girl parts bulge and suck on the bottle inside her gave Melissa feelings she'd never quite imagined before. "It's stuck, miss Savannah." With a little bit of coaching, she started working it in and out to get it loose, the whole audience becoming increasingly aroused at the sight. Many in the crowd were openly masturbating. Up in the editing room they struggled to keep up with splicing all the female squirts and the male cumshots that were happening to this scene. Finally, the bottle came loose and slid all the way out of Savannah's body in a flood of creamy white girl creme that drooled down the sides of the Pepsi bottle and onto Melissa's hands. The little girl actually licked up all the girly goo with long, slow strokes of her tongue, a natural in front of the cameras.

"Thank you miss, you taste really good!" she said, hugging the Pepsi close to her chest and staining her school blouse. Savannah, who collapsed to her knees after her gushing orgasm, only grabbed the girl and pulled her close. To be fair, one hand was up Melissa's skirt, but the cameras focused on the affectionate side of the shot to cap off the episode. As the cameras cut off and the lights dimmed, security started escorting some of the audience out, respectfully allowing those still copulating to finish up. One of the claims to fame of Snuff It was that, despite the number of deaths each season, it more than compensated with the number of unplanned pregnancies among audience members and cast. Getting knocked up on camera was turning into quite the fashionable thing to do, and many girls now timed their ticket purchases to coincide with their monthly cycles.

"Hey sweetie," Savannah said. "Thank you for being so brave today and facing that awful girl. The crowd loved you so much, and so did we."

Melissa blushed. "When I grow up, I want to be just like you," she said, and then it was Savannah's turn to blush.

"What if you didn't have to wait?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"You had great ratings. I think if I talk to the producers, they won't mind buying you from your parents. You could be an apprentice back stage, help out with the torture when you're ready, and we can get you lots of surgery so you'll be way sexier than Mackenzie ever was."

"For real? Can I?"

"Of course you can sweetie. And I want you to stay with me in my apartment back stage. I'll take care of you as long as I'm...you know...still around." They hugged again, and one cameraman had the good sense to turn his equipment back on. Their first kiss was artfully spliced into the background of the rolling credits as the episode came to an end.

(PM'ing the next contestant)
 
Heathcliff spoke with Melissa's parents backstage who had come to pick her up, they were quite proud of their daughter and that she had made a name for herself on television. Being famous meant more than any of the traditional noble professions like being a Doctor or Lawyer, being famous especially without your clothes meant a very secure future for people of lower backgrounds.

He offered them $200 million for their daughter an amount of money that would have taken her tradesman father 6 lifetimes to earn, he was of course hesitant but his wife reminded him that they could always make another daughter but $200 million was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He asked Melissa if she would like this and reminded her that she would not be able to see them again once the sale went through and her school life, her life would be different.

She thought about it a moment and then nodded, this life seemed far more exciting than anything that could happen at school. Besides she was different now, she had seen the pleasure in being on tv, she had experienced the thrill of being a slut and a torturer. She wanted to know more. "Please daddy, sell me" she assured him.

And with that the sale was done and they said their goodbyes.

While this was happening, Savannah and Heathcliff prepared themselves for the next show, this one would be a recording for the evening edition. When ready the cameras started to roll and Savannah now all cleaned up and back in a pair of knee high boots and short skirt with nothing underneath danced to the theme song.

"Welcome viewers to another edition of Snuff It! I think you will love our next contestant, she is guilty of the rather heinous crime of contract breach, she, now get this viewers, she is a professional sportswoman who has refused to have a breast augmentation! I do think she is lucky for just being charged with breach of contract, I think it should be treason to go against your employer like that! Well here she is to do her 3 spins of the wheel meet the flat chested and tall but still.... well ok-ish Vanessa who is 22, hails from Mountain Dew, NY, likes nothing but sports and is a total non virgin. Well Vanessa with her hair in a bun trying to look sweet and innocent, what do you have to say for yourself!" he asked her.

"And what kind of drugs do you have to take to get that tall!" he added as the audience laughed.
 
Vanessa had always been crazy tall, and sports had just come naturally to her as a child. She walked out on stage in the standard bikini bottoms with the "22" tag on her hip, displaying the confidence of someone who's been knocked down thousands of times and always gotten up to finish the game. That endurance and can-do attitude was what started her rise in the semi-pro women's Ultraball league. But her pride had been her downfall. She thought she could make a big statement about how her tits shouldn't matter in a professional sport, just her performance. But damn, was she wrong. The corporate recruiters had signed her for the big leagues, and after endless hours of exhausting training, building an incredibly toned body with the right combo of muscle and feminine curves, they finally sprang the boob-job on her. Sure, it had been buried somewhere in the contract, and she should have expected it. If she'd just gone along with it she'd be filthy rich by now and a star in the pro Ultraball leagues. Well, shit. Still, she could do this. She'd been hurt more times than she could count, with plenty of scars and surgeries to prove it. She could deal with pain, unlike that spoiled milksop she saw earlier. As long as she made it through her spins without too much damage, she'd go back to those corporate scouts, let them both fuck her, and then agree to every bit of cosmetic surgery they threw at her. She could do this. She was a winner, dammit.

"Great to be here, Heath!" she said, waving to the crowd. They booed her, of course, especially when they saw that besides being flat chested, she actually had fuzz in her armpits. Not a lot, but it was clear she didn't shave. "You know, I wish there were drugs to make people tall like me, but this is natural. From my view, I'm normal sized and the rest of you folks need to catch up!" This actually brought a smattering of laughter. Vanessa had experience working a crowd and doing interviews, and she'd put it to good use. "You know what, Heath, I made a big mistake. I don't know what got into me, maybe it was all those silly neo-feminists that come to my events, but I tell you what...I'm gonna live!" The audience actually applauded her on that. "And when I finish healing, I'm going to go get some proper tits put in, and rock the pro Ultraball league like nobody's ever done before!" Now the audience cheered for real. Okay, she had them. Now she just had to keep them on her side, convince the suits that she was good for ratings, and survive long enough to get those breasts put in. She had this.

Savannah couldn't help but root for the girl, but she knew better than anyone that the wheel was a cruel mistress. And there were rumors that the corporation was really, *really* mad at Vanessa. There might even be extra stipulations thrown on at the last minute, or some other dirty trick...she'd seen it plenty before. For now, she'd have to do her job and play the bimbo. She smiled and gave the wheel a hard spin. As it spun, she was too lost in thought to really appreciate her situation, and the wheel's bladed protrusions caught the underside of one of her breasts. She yelped and jumped back, cradling her wounded girl part and taking a moment before she composed herself enough to play it off in character. "Oopsie!" she said with a smile, before checking the wheel. "It's number seven! Will it send this girl to heaven?"
 
So Vanessa was a fighter, a woman would defend herself against impossible odds, it never ceased to amuse Heathcliff how every personality had a place on Snuff It! Fighters, screamers, cowards, schemers, masochists, sadists, every type just fit in with the concept of the show and that he believed was the biggest part of it's success, people liked to see a variety of personality types suffer, to see bimbo after bimbo get lobotomized or gang fucked wouldn't work, they wanted to see the woman next door who couldn't pay her speeding fines, or the girl who hopes to launch her singing career and is willing to risk death to make it happen. They wanted variety and that is what Heathcliff fought hard to give them, it was hard going at first, the producers not caring about longevity and offering up Pamela Anderson type bores one after the other.

Heathcliff put it all on the line and pushed for normal women of every walk of life and appearance and it paid off, now the show and himself were bigger than the producers, Judges would contact him directly to send women for punishments, he partied with CEO's and other corporate big wigs. He was close to becoming a corporation himself.

The wheel slowly stopped with some of Savannah's boobie blood on it, she was being treated quickly and Heath took over after she announced it was indeed number 7!

"Well this is a crowd favourite, we need 3 male volunteers for this one" he chanted as security went out into the audience and selected 3 random males.

"Vanessa, number 7 is the DEEEEEP THROOOOOAAAAT" he said in a booming voice.

"Now Gentlemen" he said to the three men who volunteered, they ranged in age from 17 - 58, 2 of them were Father and Son, the other a big black man.

"Gentlemen, this is Deep Throat, the idea being you take turns fucking Vanessa's mouth real deep, this is not a death sentence act, if you kill you will end up on a punitive program yourselves, you will simply take turns fucking her mouth until you all cum, if she throws up, dribbles mucus everywhere, we love it, but you will not kill her! She still has 2 spins to go after all!" he explained.

"Now Vanessa, tell us how you feel about this act, have you done it before maybe, on a tour bus with the team's male groupies perhaps?" he leered wanting Vanessa to humiliate herself by talking about what she would have to do.
 
Vanessa did her best to maintain a smile. "Well Heath," she said with as much bravado as she could. "Some of my fans know this already, but to everyone watching at home, I'm a lesbian. So, aside from my mandatory monthly service time at the local glory hole like any good girl from Mountain Dew, NY, the closest I get to male genitalia is when the team doctor is patching me up after a match. He gets a little too friendly." She punctuated this with a wink and a giggle, selling it to the audience as best she could but the truth was that she was disgusted by the act. It was all well and good that they'd be the ones fucking her, because she didn't know if she could do this sort of thing well. Even when she did her monthly service, she just put her butt against the glory hole and let them fuck her, her mind trying to focus on other things like the bodies of the other lesbian women at the holes. "But despite my handicap," she said, referring to her sexuality like a disease. "I always do my best to do my duty! I promise you won't have to strap me down, not for this or any other act tonight!" The crowd went wild, loving it every time a girl willingly submitted.

Savannah led her over to the group of men and pushed her down to her knees. She started kissing up and down Vanessa's neck, doing her scripted part in the act by sexing up the victim. Under the guise of nibbling Vanessa's ear, she whispered, "I can't say this out loud, but you're an inspiration. I'll do my very best to make sure you survive, and I'll try to keep from crippling you if it's in my power." She got behind the girl and held her head in position, more for show since Vanessa would submit willingly. Vanessa, meanwhile, knew better than to nod or acknowledge Savannah's words in any way, lest her corporate masters suspect collusion. The big man was up first, and his cock was already raging hard from the fluffers' work backstage. He pinched her nose shut and she opened her mouth wide, eager to have this over with quickly. It crammed into the back of her mouth before she was really ready for it. Vanessa's arms rose up in panic as it tore its way into her throat, as though she might try to push him off, but they stopped halfway as she fought to control herself. By Pepsi, this hurt! Despite her claims to non-virginity, nothing had ever been in her throat before and this giant cock was just too much for her. She began to cry out of reflex, taking frantic sips of air each time he pulled out, until he finally buried himself to the hilt in her mouth and released down her throat. She felt tainted, broken, diseased by her unwanted male contact. She'd been raped, and the confused flood of emotions that came with it began to set in. It wasn't like the ones at the glory hole center, this man actually wanted to hurt her, and he succeeded. There was even a little bit of blood mixed in the flood of saliva and mucus running down her chin.

"Good girl," said Savannah, who reached down from behind and massaged her privates through the bikini bottom, trying to add some kind of pleasure to make this act more bearable. But...what the hell was that? She felt something beneath the fabric that honestly made her wonder if they'd booked a futa for the show today. As she slipped a finger beneath to check, she was relieved to find that Vanessa just had really big pussy lips.

"Hi mister," Vanessa said to the older gent who walked up to her. He obviously wasn't aroused by the sight of her, his cock standing only at half mast. "I'm sorry I'm not very pretty. If you close your eyes, I can just suck you until you're ready to fuck my throat." He laid the half-stiff cock against her lips and closed his eyes, letting her do her job without having to see her body. Her technique was awful, her only education in oral sex with a male coming from her elementary school days and the sex ed class she'd had to take. Still, her mouth was warm and wet, and her stiff tongue made a difference. She had him hard soon, and he made a point of entering her throat slowly. Though she was still very sore from the big man, it was nice to have somebody just take his time and enjoy her body, even if it was still gagging her. He tended to slow down and linger with his tip right at her gag reflex. If he kept this up she was going to...

Too late, she tried to pull back. She bent over on the floor of the studio and heaved over and over again, her stomach contorting wildly as it tried to empty her onto the stage. Thankfully, she'd been on a liquid diet before the show, a trick the producers used so that a vomiting contestant wouldn't gross out the more sensitive viewers. A white foam was all that passed her lips, nothing but semen in her stomach. The man grabbed her by the bun and pulled her up, intent on finishing before she was ready. He drove into her throat harder this time and came almost instantly, replacing the lost content of her tummy before he left. "I think he liked me!" Vanessa said with a big fake smile, and the audience burst into laughter. The boy who followed last looked embarrassed at all of this, covering himself with his hands and blushing. "Is this your first time?" He nodded, drawing a long 'awwwwwwww' from the crowd. "I know I'm probably not what you wanted, but if you want to, I'll let you fuck me after you cum in my mouth. If you can manage." The boy nodded again, and moved his hands away to reveal a rather small cock, at least compared to the others. She felt so bad about making him uncomfortable that she tried her very best to pleasure him despite having no attraction to his gender. He barely penetrated her throat at all, and she had to push her head down herself because he was too timid to fuck her face properly. The fans were loving it, though, and the boy spurted very quickly. Unlike the two before him, his crem pooled in Vanessa's mouth, giving her her very first taste of sperm. She swished it around a little, savoring the surprisingly sweet flavor, before opening her mouth so that the boy and the cameras could all see it. Then she gulped, swallowed and gasped for much needed air. "Yum! I can't believe I'm still a lesbian when sperm tastes so good!"

Despite her offer, the boy didn't want to fuck her. Either he was spent or her body was just too icky for him. All those cosmetic procedures were looking more attractive by the minute, all this rejection was killing her self esteem!
 
Heathcliff enjoyed watching Vanessa become rattled, he was surprised to learn that she was a lesbian, this of course would further hurt her sports career, he was surprised she didn't realize what she was saying and how it would effect her. It was still mostly men who watched sports and they only watched female sports to see the women in revealing uniforms bouncing about. This is why it was so crucial about the boob job that Vanessa refused. Admitting she was a lesbian would put her further down the ladder now, it didn't matter that she was a great player, if men felt that they couldn't masturbate while looking at her and couldn't fantasize about fucking her than she wasn't very good for ratings.

The men volunteering wanted to cause her pain, they wanted to humiliate her for not liking them, sure it would have been fine if she was Bi Sexual, maybe even better than straight but a lesbian? Seriously?

Savannah helped prepare her for the act as much as possible, Heathcliff watched and it became obvious to him that Sav admired this heretic in some way, he would have to keep notes on Savannah's behaviour and if heresy was something she might be capable of then perhaps she may have to be sacrificed to the television gods.

The audience loved the very different head jobs, from aggressive to bored to nervous, of course they were interested in how the men responded, Vanessa was just a prop, her mouth something to cum in, nothing more.

They loved it when she threw up, they loved that the men weren't that interested and that she had to humiliate herself further by offering sex and being rejected.

"Well folks, I think Vanessa here is learning an important lesson about being beautiful, if you aren't beautiful, you don't get fucked isn't that right!" he announced and the audience went crazy laughing.

"Well we will get the slut cleaned up and the stage, and then after the break we will spin again!" he announced.
 
After a brief flurry of activity, the girls were more or less cleaned up and ready for the second spin of the night. As the camera clicked back on, Vanessa put on her big smile and started trying to play the crowd some more. She wasn't half bad at this aspect of the show, just so long as the next spin didn't hurt her *too* badly she might even escape from this mess.

Meanwhile, Savannah had taken her place by the wheel. She was worried about Vanessa's safety, though not in the same way. The crowd loved pain and blood. If she kept getting off easy, there was the chance of a sudden death round or even worse, Savannah herself might get sacrificed to the wheel for ratings. She'd have to do whatever she could to keep this at just the right level of violence for everyone to live and be happy. She spun the wheel, careful not to let it catch her hanging tits again as the blades whirled round. At last, it settled on a number. "Twelve! The dirty dozen!"
 
Heathcliff hoped for something lethal as he watched the wheel spin, contract breach was considered in secrecy at least to be one of the worst crimes a worker could commit, worse than murder in fact. He wanted to show Vanessa and his viewers what could happen if they rebelled, he didn't have any control over the wheel though and furthermore he didn't know what the numbers meant until he opened the envelope, the numbers changed frequently to ensure the show remained exciting and "live" it was his own policy and sometimes he wished he wasn't so damn creative!

The wheel stopped as Savannah jiggled about and announced it was number 12. He opened the envelope and nearly screamed, it wasn't only non lethal, it was a very light one.

"Pick a dildo! Yes folks, Vanessa here will have to choose a dildo blindfolded just by tapping on the top of one so she can't tell it's size and perform a dildo show for you all. I know, no blood, no pain but you will still get to see an ugly chick masturbate!" he laughed and the audience joined in and pointed and laughed at Vanessa, who given what other things were on the wheel was quite lucky so far.

He observed Savannah as she wheeled the covered table of dildos out and blindfolded Vanessa. If he didn't know better he would have thought she made this happen.
 
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