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Snuff It! - LittleRooster & SquishyPink

Vanessa sighed, half in relief and half in frustration. She would lose the crowd soon if she wasn't getting hurt. She needed to give them what they came for. "Hey Heath!" she called out, strutting over to stand by the host. She put on her best game show smile. "I can tell that nobody wants to see this, especially from an ugly dyke like me!" The crowd cheered at her self-recriminations. "I don't exactly want to cheat, but what if we skip the dildo and go straight to something a little bit...sharper?" There was an "ooooooooh" from the crowd and a hush fell over the audience as the cast looked around for, and subsequently got, approval from the suits to turn it up a notch. Savannah appeared with a double edged dagger on a silk cushion, like some ancient ritual knife. Vanessa snuck a quick glance at Heath when the cameras were focused elsewhere. She could see that he didn't like the contestant stealing the show, but that he was also glad for the blood to boost ratings. She mouthed "Sorry!" to him and then went back to her game show persona. "Now that's what the audience came to see!"

Savannah pulled at the side tie and Vanessa's panties fell away, revealing a shaved but very, very lippy cunt to the viewers. "With all that lip, I can see why you'd invite the knife!" The audience was rolling on the floor laughing. This girl had simply failed to show up when they were giving out hot bodies. Most guys would be fine with a little lip, but this was just too much. "How about we save you the cost of a surgery and just take a little off the top?"

Vanessa took her seat on a gyno chair that the crew wheeled out for this one, putting her feet up in the stirrups with a smile. "How about we just go for broke and take it all off?" The crowd was going nuts for a girl volunteering to be sliced up like that. Savannah pulled one of the ruffled labia taut and pressed the tip of the blade into the sensitive pink flesh inside. After glancing up for a final check, she gave it a slow, drawn out slice that ran from one end of Vanessa's pussy to the other. The athlete clenched her fists and breathed violently to try and avoid screaming during her impromptu surgery. The whole red, ruffled flap came away in one piece and Savannah held it up to for the cameras to see with a big smile. "Is that...me?" Vanessa asked, feeling the post-amputation confusion.

"It sure is," said Savannah. "And there's another one to go!"

"Can you give me a second, I just need to--GAHH!" Savannah didn't give her any time to recover, instead taking the second lip off much more quickly and violently. The audience needed to see a girl scream in pain once in a while or they lost interest. Vanessa's tough girl facade was cracking and starting to slip. Good, she thought, they'll love that. The final part of the act came as Savannah nestled the point of the dagger between the delicate folds of Vanessa's pussy, ready to plunge it inside her.

"Wait!" Vanessa said. "I was supposed to masturbate, remember?" She had put on the biggest smile she could manage, but with the pain screwing up her face it just looked like she'd lost her mind. "I'll do this part myself. Don't worry, I'll go all the way to the hilt like a good girl." She grabbed the dagger and pushed it inside herself before she could think twice about it. The steel bit into the delicate meat inside her and lacerated her sex as it traveled slowly into her. Thankfully the blade wasn't too long, only about four inches of agony to endure. It bottomed out inside her just as the tip pressed into her cervix. She withdrew it and gave it another plunge, quicker this time, slicing through the smooth walls of her cunny. One final plunge saw her break down and pee herself from the pain, the golden stream caught by a quick-thinking Savannah in her mouth for a quick ratings boost. "I don't think I can do another," she whimpered. "Is...is three enough?"
 
Heathcliff wasn't too happy about the contestant taking matters into her own hands, what was she playing at anyway? Was she trying to rescue her future in sports by making a spectacle of herself now? If she was that concerned why didn't she just get the boob job, surely that would have been easier.

The suits gave the nod though, they wanted blood, the dildo act had been done before and was very popular, but it was done by beautiful women who men and women even wanted to see do intimate things to themselves, Vanessa though was an oddity, too toned, too flat chested, she really only appealed to dykes, and dykes were the most discriminated against people in society, of all the body parts, the cock was worshipped and a woman who didn't like cock was considered mentally ill.

Savannah came out with the double ended knife and for a moment Heath thought she might connect the two of them with it. But no she was going to do some surgery, she cut off Vanessa's g string and made fun of her rather large lips, Vanessa then opted to have them cut off, strange for a woman who didn't want a boob job, he watched as the ratings soared and he took some solace in that at least. It would all look like his idea at the end of the day anyhow, at least once he was through spinning it.

Savannah cut off the lips of the flat chested dyke while she sat in the gynie chair and then still bleeding and in pain, Vanessa took the knife and masturbated with it, surely chopping herself up inside and ensuring that she would never have children.

After a few plunges with the blade, she pissed herself as the audience sat horrified, she admitted she couldn't do anymore, but then why did she start? This incensed Heathcliff, "You can't do anymore? Yet you had your lips removed on your own request? We didn't require that from you Vanessa, that was your own doing, we didn't require you to fuck yourself with the knife that was your choice! You just don't like doing what you are told do you? Is it a side effect from the ugliness?" he asked, he wasn't acting anymore, he was serious, furious that this bitch was ruining his show, he now had to think of something to either make her finish it or punish her.

"Well we will go to an ad break folks and then we will see what Vanessa decides to do!" he said as the cameras turned off for the 5 minute ad break.

He approached Vanessa, furious "Listen here bitch, you are fucking up the show, you either finish yourself with the blade, make yourself cum with it, or at least fake it, or I will have the guard dogs fuck you, lord knows a gang bang would be great, but you are so ugly not even a teen virgin boy wants you!" he yelled at her, spittle spraying her with his venom.

Savannah, stood by and watched concerned.
 
Vanessa shrank away from Heath as he chewed her out, trembling from pain and shock. "I-I-I-I I'm sorry I...I just wanted to help but I think I fucked up...I fucked up I fucked up I fucked up oh shit what have I done to myself?!"

Savannah moved in with a syringe, one of the various tools in the "emergency kit" she kept stashed with her other props. One of her jobs as assistant was swooping in and "adjusting" the contestants when the show wasn't going right. "Okay, girl, you were brave and everything but right now, we just need you horny. This is a taping, so they can edit out your little breakdown in post production. I think the knife-fucking was good until you started freaking out. I'm gonna give you something to make you a little crazy for a while, so don't you fight it or you'll end up dead. Just go with it and cum as hard as you can. You got that? No holding back, just cum quick and hard, and gush if you can. We'll get you patched up during the break." She jabbed the needle into Vanessa's neck and pumped her bloodstream full of BlissOut, a designer drug that turned all sensations into sexual pleasure. The producers always made sure Savannah had plenty of drugs on hand whenever a "marginal" case like this was on the show. Hopefully this girl would know better than to try and steal the show again and just ride out her last spin so she could get back to her career in sports.

The cameras came back on and zoomed in on Vanessa, fully under the BlissOut effects, panting and moaning like an idiot slut. "Oh Pepsi, I never knew it could be this GOOD! I thought it would hurt but this is so much! So much pleasure! I'm bleeding and I'm cumming and oh wow here it comes!" Her pussy convulsed, her inner walls squeezing down on the blade and ripping themselves again as a pink flood gushed out of her sex, her whitish creme mixing with blood. The orgasm was intense, more than anything she'd ever had before, and as she lay there coming down from the orgasmic high, she licked the blade clean of all her juices. "I can't wait to see what the wheel gives me next," she said, this time meaning every word of it.

Savannah was already in position, giving the wheel a big spin. As it turned, Vanessa found herself hoping for more knives, or fire, or anything at all that would hurt her. She wanted another one of those pain-gasms as soon as she could get it, and if she survived she would likely be hooked on BlissOut for the rest of her inevitably short life.

"Number five! Will our contestant leave here alive?"
 
Heathcliff fell about the floor laughing as he opened the envelope and read the act. The audience not knowing what else to do followed their priest and laughed uproariously as well.

"Oh my, oh my, pardon my lack of professionalism my flock of kind viewers. Oh Savannah, I am sorry, I have even left you out of the loop. I can't believe it, I just can't believe that a lesbian has for the third time now, landed on a phallic based act, it is most hilarious" he said chuckling throughout.

Then the doomy music played, the lights dulled.

"Yes viewers, Vanessa has landed on a phallic life changing act, it is one that will cost her her life. She has landed on the Cock Choke act, the one where a man chokes her with his cock until she is dead! But I do wonder, does Vanessa deserve this? I mean she has entertained you by chopping up her cunt after all! Perhaps we will put this one to the vote during the break? What do you think Vanessa?" he asked the doped out girl who was up for anything.

"So folks, during the break send us an email, should she die or spin again? Her life viewers, is in your hands!" he said they went to the break.

He approached Savannah, "Are you rigging the wheel? 3 spins and all phallic? What the fuck?!" he asked more as a side line than actually accusing her.

"Do you think they will want her to die?" he asked her, which was unusual as he normally did not consult the Savannah's.
 
(I consulted a random dice roller app and gave her a 2/3 chance of dying)

The medical team that was patching up Vanessa's broken sex paused momentarily, the nurses not knowing whether it would be worth continuing. they went ahead and stopped the worst of the bleeding, leaving the girl with a little red trickle to catch the audience's attention. The BlissOut had already worn off, and Vanessa's head lolled to the side as an incredible fatigue settled over her. "Really?" she asked as the crew helped her out of her chair. The pain was horrible now, but not nearly as sharp and immediate. Still, she almost couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Really," Savannah said with sympathy in her voice. "I'm so sorry."

"Well they...they might vote to let me live, right? It can happen?" The odds were slim indeed. "M-maybe they like me. I mean, I'm ugly and all but maybe they like me enough to let me survive?" This shouldn't be happening. Vanessa was a fighter and always had been. There was no way she could just be snuffed out like this. The doomy music continued as the cameras came back on, Savannah standing picturesque as always and fully nude now that the final act had been selected. The big glowing sign above the wheel kept flickering between SPIN AGAIN and DIE in rapid succession as the wounded athlete looked on in horror. Finally the sign clicked off, leaving the studio in blackness for a split second before flashing back on again.

SPIN AGAIN, it said in all its neon glory. Vanessa nearly collapsed with relief and exhaustion. Certainly there were terrible fates to come, but few things were truly worse than death. Still, she'd seen the show before to know how the sudden death round worked. If she got another lethal result, she'd have no chance for a reprieve. Savannah took her place beside the wheel. She had a thought of how she could end this on a high note and still allow the girl to walk out of here alive and just functional enough to continue her career in sports. She could try to stop the wheel at just the right moment, but it would mean harming herself, subjecting her flesh to the wheel's blades. (Another fun roll of the dice)

The wheel spun quickly and violently as always with Savannah watching it wind down, trying to time her action correctly to land it on the slice and dice act, something that would be damaging but not crippling. In her head she counted down the seconds as the wheel's numbers ticked past, watching for number 21. Savannah turned to strike a sexy pose as the wheel wound down, but suddenly rolled her ankle and fell forward against the wheel. The sharp metal bit into the underside of Savannah's breast, the same one as on the first spin, only this time much more severely. It nearly severed her luscious globe from her body, but the blade stuck inside her and the wheel stopped as she screamed. She pulled herself off the blade and staggered backward clutching her poor broken anatomy, looking to the wheel to see if she'd succeeded. Her heart sank. She'd missed her target by one space.

"T-twenty two," she said. "And...I've got a boo boo."
 
Heathcliff watched the wheel and Savannah, he wondered what would be in store for Vanessa next, she had taken some brave steps he admitted to himself, she had tried hard to win the audiences approval and perhaps salvage her sporting career, but he was still angry at her for taking the program into her own hands and then trying to get out of what she started.

The wheel stopped on number 22, he opened the envelope with an air of drama.

"Well, well, well, what have we here, looks like your bravery and daring has paid off Vanessa, you have landed on home, you get to leave without any further punishments or spins of the wheel, how do you feel about that folks, look on the bright side you might see Vanessa's chopped up pussy doing some kind of sports porn video in the future, her breasts enlarged, her face made to look more fuckable?!" he asked the crowd and they did indeed cheer, they always had mixed feelings about watching a contestant die, it was fun sure but it meant the end of seeing her in future tv shows and movies.

"Well we will go for an ad break and be back soon with our next contestant folks, she is an 18 year old here of her own free will and we will find out more from her soon" he said as they cut to an ad break.

"So I guess it is your lucky day Vanessa" he said to her as the audience focused on the ads.
 
As the camera cut off, Vanessa collapsed completely. Was she really free? The crew were calling for a fifteen minute break to clean the set and reset the various torture devices. Vanessa staggered over to where the nurses were patching up Savannah's breast with QuickSkin, taking a seat next to the hostess so that they could finish sealing the wounds inside her vagina. "I can't believe I'm going to live," she said. "I'm sorry you were hurt."

"Don't worry," Savannah replied. "I think we've both had worse, right?" Savannah was no stranger to this sort of injury, being just the sort of twisted slut who found it somehow erotic. Two fingers slid in and out of her pussy hole almost lazily as she savored the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain. "Thanks for that little drink you gave me, by the way." Remembering her accidental lapse in bladder control, Vanessa blushed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"No, it's alright. I actually like it."

"Oh," Vanessa said, cringing as they sealed another of her wounds. "I actually...like...you." A tense moment passed between them in silence.

"Want to hook up after the show?" Savannah asked. "I think this other girl will want to join in too. Technically I think she's my niece now, but she seems to really like girls."

"Is that the girl from before? Melissa? Yeah, defiinitely. I thought she was really cute. I, um, I like nerds."

"Okay," Savannah said. "Can you give me a quick lick before I go on? The audience likes it when I'm all sexed up." Without saying a word, Vanessa scooted over and put her head in Savannah's lap, giving blue-furred pussy some sloppy attention while still giving the nurses access to her own. She could swear one of them stuck fingers in her just for the fun of it, not doing her job. And there was nothing medically necessary about the way she was licking Vanessa's butt, either. Whatever, she thought. After everything she endured, a little unwanted molestation wasn't a big deal.

"Alright, stop there," Savannah said, pushing the girl's face away from her snatch. "I need to save my cums for when I'm on camera. Wait for me in my dressing room with Melissa?"

"I can't wait." Vanessa excused herself now that she was all patched up, sore but fit enough to walk on her own. Savannah resumed her perky game show demeanor, with thick trails of her girly goo rolling down her thighs as she took her place. The camera came up, and the spotlights illuminated the last contestant of the night.

Candy was a cute party girl, the type you'd expect to see drugged out of her mind and hooking up randomly at a rave, only she'd never hooked up with anyone before. This girl had been a fan of the show since before she could walk, and had long ago resolved to save herself for her first and last sexual experiences on live television. She brushed her rainbow dyed hair out of her eyes and smiled enthusiastically, knowing that she wouldn't stop spinning until she was dead, no matter what.
 
Melissa was still back stage and she watched as Savannah and Vanessa enjoyed each other, she couldn't hear them but she could read lips a little and saw that Savannah was talking about a 3some which would include her, she was a little nervous at the thought but the idea of being with a real life lesbian, so much different from a Bi girl which was almost compulsory, that she shivered in excitement a little.

Sav went back on stage and Melissa came out just a little and gave Vanessa a cheeky shy wave.

The ad break came to an end and Heathcliff stirred up the audience by doing not much at all really, they were under his spell he could read the dictionary and they would probably listen and wonder which word was coming next. The ads all had a subliminal messages that not only told them to buy the products that were advertised but also told them to keep watching the show, of course it wasn't fool proof and they had to make sure the show was entertaining all the same and besides it was the modern day jailhouse where many criminals were sent for punishment.

He took a look at the next contestant and smiled, he liked the volunteers, the ones who were truly devoted to the show and wanted to experience it fully.

"Our next contestant is quite special, she is here of her own free will and I hope you will all love her as much as I already do, her name is Candy, she is 18 from Hoboken New Jersey!" he started and let the crowd go wild at the location even though they didn't film there and none of the audience lived there themselves.

"She is a perky B cup and a complete virgin! Quite strange in today's times but we will find out what has made her save herself!" he announced already knowing the answer.

"So Candy, what has made you want to play with us today and tell us about this saved virginity? Saved for who, or perhaps what?" he leered.
 
Candy blushed at all the attention. "Hi Heath! I'm your biggest fan! I know it's weird for a girl my age not to be a total slut, especially with a cute body. But...I've been saving myself for today. I want this to be my first and last sexual experience. What I mean is...I want to keep spinning til the end. And if I win any big money prizes, the producers said it will go to my family instead of me." The producers had also provided her with heavy doses of time-release BlissOut to make this a totally positive experience. Unlike Vanessa's dose, this would last for hours on end if need be.

Savannah took her place by the wheel, the cameras getting lots of shots of her sticky thighs. She was looking forward to this girl, it was always nice when a true death fetishist came on the show. She gave the wheel a nice hard spin and did her best to keep her tits away from it this time. She wasn't keen on losing any more of her flesh to the wheel tonight. Finally, it came to a rest.

"Twenty-five!" she announced. "The full monty!"
 
The wheel stopped and Savannah announced "Twenty-five!" she announced. "The full monty!"

Opening the envelope Heathcliff smiled, "Well young Candy it's not a lethal one, but look on the bright side it means you will get to spin at least one more time, I would like to say how much I admire fans like you, ones who see this show for what it really is, a chance for people young and old to branch out of their mundane hum drum lives and be stars who get the thrill of daring to challenge themselves this way! Let me ask you young virgin, what type of man would you like to take your virginity? I think if you wish of course, that you should lose your virginity before you die today, so if you tell us what you like we can organise it for you" he said smiling kindly, volunteers were always treated well and like royalty, Heathcliff liked the idea of sacrifice.

"Anyway folks, while Candy thinks about what she might want to take her precious virginity we will set up for 25 which is SUSPENSION!" he called out as a large rack was wheeled out with chains and hooks on it, "Yes folks after the ad break Savannah will attach this hooks through Candy's flesh and she will be hoisted up by them suspended from the ceiling, how does that sound Candy?" he asked as she smiled wildly and nodded with glee.

"Back after this break!" he announced.
 
Candy blushed at the attention and gave Heath a big hug just as the camera clicked off. "Well...I'm your biggest fan," she said. "Ummm...do you mind popping my cherry before I die? If it's okay. I know you don't normally fuck the contestants but...since I'm not here as punishment...maybe?"

Backstage, Melissa was fixing beverages for her and Vanessa in Savannah's dressing room. There were seriously a lot of dildos in there. Like, for realsies. She even had one of those high-end squirting dragon dildos with the tentacle attachment, and instead of cum it shot heroin. Things were gonna get weird.
 
"Well yes... I would like to de virginize you, I think I would like to enjoy you before you become all bloody and scarred though! Maybe we can do it and once I have cum Sav here can pierce you with the hooks and the crew can raise you up as my cum drips from your cunt, how does that sound Candy?" he asked visualizing his cock in her virgin young cunt.

The medics heard the conversation and prepared a dose of "Insta Pack" for Heathcliff, if he was going to be naked again on screen then he would want to look his best, Insta Pack would harden his flabby out of shape body into something more akin to a Greek God, he would look great just as the audience would expect, even Heathcliff couldn't survive a flabby bod!
 
Candy's body shuddered from the mental image, her dark red nipples hardening with sudden arousal stoked by liberal amounts of BlissOut. If she weren't so determined to die tonight, this much of the drug would have left her brain damaged in the morning. "I...I would love to have that. Can I really receive your holy seed in me?" Male semen had become so fetishized in society by this point that it was akin to a deity in its own right. The girl pushed her panties down around her ankles, bending over a prop table that the crew had wheeled out during the break. "You...you don't have to be nice or anything. I'll feel great even if you just want to rip into me. Just cum as much and as soon as you want, pretty please!"
 
Heathcliff thought of the Female rallies and Feminism of 100 years before, how it seemed that women were actually generally speaking better off before it in many ways. He was a student of history and it seemed that after women won their so called liberation that the sex industries really started to boom and eventually the sex industry was full of women who were willingly making money exploiting themselves by showing and selling their bodies and yet this was some how better as they were doing it freely. Of course it started that way but as with most things it progressed, and soon it became so mainstream that young girls still playing with dolls were learning how to dance on poles and aspiring to be strippers. Now it had come to the point where there were shows like "So you think you can pole dance" and "Strip Idol" women were more than ever before in history nothing more than sexual items that could be purchased and used then discarded and they had done it all themselves.

Sperm was a major fetish now, men had almost by accident reclaimed their superiority with bonuses, unlike in the past male responsibility was gone, they had allowed women to continue believing they were independent and just fucked them at will, women loved the attention almost being groomed from birth to attract male attention and approval. Even an overweight male's attention was considered a compliment. You quite often saw hot women with ugly men, especially if the male was wealthy.

The Sperm fetish came about as birth rates declined, it was thought that some men didn't have sperm at all anymore, this wasn't the case, the birth rate declined due to the rampant rate of abortions, now that there was a shot for any STD's condoms were never used. So sperm was valued due to the belief it was rare a belief that was encouraged by men themselves as they liked the idea of women drinking it and massaging it into their skin as if it were some magical ointment.

The insta pack had hardened beneath Heathcliff's abs and he was now rock hard, "Ok Candy, let us prepare to make love for the audience" he said with a smile, he liked contrast and he wanted this to be a tender moment to contrast with Candy's skin being pierced with the hooks as he came inside in her at the end.

The lights lowered and romantic music played, Heathcliff pulled Candy towards him and started to kiss her gently, the audience oohed and ahhed and the women started to play with themselves thrilled by Heathcliff's tender nature.
 
The sensations would have been pleasant normally, but on such high doses of BlissOut, Candy's mind was close to overloading from the compounded pleasures of foreplay. Her virgin pussy started to flow freely, her girly goo coating her thighs as her delicate flower began to open and blossom with arousal. She felt him enter her. At first it was nothing more than a warm pressure against the outside of her sex, a foreign sensation that she couldn't place. That pressure moved inward, pressing inside of her and touching places that had never felt anything before. Her body resisted, and she felt as though her pussy was being bent inwards and stretched further in. More pressure, stretching, and then a spike of pleasure and a surprising popping sensation as he plunged through her cherry. She couldn't speak, and barely managed to breathe as her maiden's blood poured forth from her ruptured body.
 
Melissa had ventured from Savannah's dildo filled dressing room to the side of the stage, she was curious to see how a man made love to a woman, of course she had seen porn films, porn was shown during sex ed classes while the teacher could doze off or go to the bar for a few drinks. But she had never experienced sex or seen anyone do "it" for real. Savannah stood behind her and placed her hands on her shoulders, "This will be a beautiful moment" she whispered into her ear. As independent as Savannah liked to believe she was she too worshiped the cock and knew that Candy was indeed lucky to have the chance to be filled by Heathcliff.

Heathcliff continued to kiss Candy and then felt between her legs, she was wet and ready, he slowly took off her g string the only thing she was wearing and propped her up on the table, he then mounted it and Candy herself, sliding himself inside her, pushing in and out slowly, wanting her to feel how beautiful this can be and knowing that she would not be leaving this place alive.
 
Candy's body reacted to the deflowering of her womanhood with violent shuddering and rasping breaths, the sensations just too much for her to handle. Between the attention of the crowd, the physical pleasure, and the thrill of living out her dream, she could only lay there limp with a ridiculous grin on her face as everything she ever wanted came together. Speaking of coming, a sudden contraction in all her muscles accompanied an unfamiliar spike of feeling and sensation. The whole world went white and she collapsed like a ragdoll in the wake of her first, drug-amped orgasm.
 
Heathcliff felt her cum as he penetrated her newly deflowered vagina, she was tight and young and felt so good, as sad as he was knowing that she would die sometime soon, he was also quite proud of the fact that he was her first and last fuck and that he had done a good job with her making her cum, female orgasms were considered rare, another myth exploited by the porn industry.

He gave Savannah a wink that it was time to pierce her flesh with the hooks so that she could be suspended from the chains hanging above her, yes, Candy had been fucked for the first time with the chains hanging above her head as a reminder of what she was really here for.

The crowd cheered Heathcliff wildly for the orgasm that he gave Candy and the women in the audience threw their panties upon the stage in a frenzy.
 
Candy felt something warm splash inside her and realized that Heath must have creamed her. She wallowed in that sweet, sweet warmth for a while, relishing the feeling as it soaked into the flesh of her vagina. The lightheaded afterglow of the creampie left her floating in a pleasant, comfy ocean of happiness that was interrupted suddenly as the first hook pierced her flesh. Her eyes crossed at the sudden onset of a new euphoria, her brain completely unable to process what was happening inside her as the drugs did their job. She drooled freely, unable to control her body as she was lifted up by four thick hooks. Blood flowed down her back and down her thighs to mix with the ribbon of pink, bloody sperm rolling down her legs. The cameras made sure to catch a long shot of her face, a perfect vision of the teenage slut ideal. Off camera, Vanessa had come out as well. She had Melissa bent over a table, eating her tiny cunt from behind so that she could keep watching the girl being pierced and broken with pleasure. The young girl shuddered and sighed, doing her best not to cry out and ruin the shot. Savannah, meanwhile, slowly pulled the chain that raised the suspension rig higher, until the girl was completely held aloft by the hooks that stretched her flesh. "I feel so...so dreamy," she said, slurring her words slightly. She'd need a fresh dose after the act to keep her lucid and pleasant for the camera.
 
"I Feel so, so dreamy!" Heathcliff echoed the poor misguided girls words as she hung suspended from the ceiling, blood and a combination of other bodily fluids her own and Heathcliff's draining from her as she did so.

She was nothing more than a gory pin up, means for the porn saturated audience to get worked up and copulate, Heathcliff spread his arms outward, his chemically hardened body on display as he watched Melissa and Vanessa enjoy each other and as he saw Savannah relish her role as the torturer supreme.

"Candy has been suspended!!" he wailed losing himself in the excitement of the violence himself, "We will let her hang there a little longer, yes, yes just a little more... oh Candy!" he exclaimed and the audience were in throes now as the mad monk Heathcliff exalted them.

"Oh Candy so sad to bring you down but we must so you can spin again!" he then nodded to Savannah and they cut to an ad break.

He walked over to Melissa, "Young Melissa, did you enjoy watching that darling and did you enjoy what it made Vanessa do to you?" he asked.
 
As the rig lowered her to the ground, Candy collapsed in a boneless heap, completely overwhelmed by pleasure with a ridiculous expression of satisfaction on her face. As the cameras cut off for a commercial break, techs rushed in to shoot her full of more drug cocktails to stop her bleeding and keep her stoned out of her mind. When no one was looking, Savannah leaned in and gave the girl a deep kiss with her tongue before resuming her post by the wheel.

Melissa blushed and stared at the floor when Heath spoke, embarrassed about letting herself be used as a sex toy in public. Vanessa rubbed her shoulders and promised her that there was nothing to be ashamed of, but the little girl was still speechless. Vanessa shrugged, knowing that Heath already didn't like her and that she should hold her tongue if possible. The theme music began to play again, and the cameras cut to Candy licking one of the wheel's blades. The producers let it go for a minute, but eventually some crew were called over to wrangle her and guide her back to her place as Savannah gave the wheel a spin. She licked her lips as she thought about fucking the little volunteer, wishing she had the girl all to herself for a whole night of kill-fucking. When the wheel stopped, she did her duty and announced the result.

"Number one!" she said cheerily. "Time for fun!"
 
"Number one!" she said cheerily. "Time for fun!" Savannah announced as the wheel slowly came to a stop, Heathcliff opened the envelope and shouted with glee, "A new act folks, and it is a doozy, it won't kill you Candy but it won't be that pleasant for you either!" he smiled.

"You have spun the Submersion Fuck" he continued and the crowd roared even though they had no idea what it meant, they just knew it would have fucking in it and that would be good enough.

"Yes folks, we will be bringing out a large drum of water and then with a male volunteer from the audience who will shove Candy's head under the water and fuck her from behind! Of course every so often we will have him pull her head back up, we don't want you to die just yet Candy! How does that sound for you?" he asked.

"We will find out after the break how Candy feels about this Submersion Fuck and now will volunteers please raise their hands and pull their cocks out so Savannah can select someone" he announced as they faded to ad break.
 
Savannah mingled with the audience, taking the time to sample each of the male volunteers. There were so many men with their hands raised that they had to let the camera crew take a break so Savannah could try them all. There were at least thirty hands and cocks raised, and Savannah was obligated by her contract to give them all a go. Some were big and thick, some were cute and small. If she had to pick, Savannah actually preferred the latter unlike most women. A few guys were stroking themselves already as she approached and several just wanted to shoot their loads into her mouth. That was fine, she needed the protein anyway. Two men insisted on blowing inside of her, and Savannah could do nothing except bend over and let them have her in the crowd. There were no safety measures in place, no screening of the audience members and she was forbidden to take birth control of any kind. That was part of the show's allure, that the girls being bareback fucked could get pregnant or even sick from a random stranger. After what felt like hours, and once she was quite truly sore and tired from the sampling, she chose a man from those who had yet to blow their loads, a fellow with an exceptionally wide, fat cock who would give Candy a nice, painful stretch down there.

When the cameras came back up, Candy was leaned over the tank with the man about to enter her from behind. They would cut seamlessly to this shot with little more than a ten second montage to show Savannah being abused by the crowd. Still stoned senseless, Candy barely understood what was happening to her. Her head was plunged underwater, and the girl's body reflexively thrashed as she fought against the primordial fear of drowning. The man shoved roughly inside of her, but not in her tiny cunny. This fuck speared her right in her anus, the virgin hole that had not been lubricated or prepared for intercourse. If not for the drugs, Candy would have been blinded by the pain of her hole splitting open, the tender flesh inside ripping as the oversized invader ravaged her guts. He pulled her back up for a wracked, coughing breath.

"Don't pull me up!" she shouted. "Leave me in! I wanna die!" She didn't get the chance to keep going. Her face was pushed under again, and instead of holding her breath, Candy actively exhaled so she could take the water into her lungs. Her body spasmed, contracted, thrashed and panicked as her brain started frantically looking for a way out of the death her body was choosing. The man grunted and spilled his seed inside of her just as her body finally went still and limp, treating himself to a few extra strokes inside the newly dead girl and working his semen deeper into her. When he pulled out, it was Savannah's duty to clean his cock with her mouth, regardless of what hole it had just been in.

But this was supposed to be a nonlethal act. When she'd finished cleaning the man, Candy had been dead for nearly a minute. Still, it was within the "green zone" for revival. The nurses rushed out and pulled Candy from the tank, the girl's face frozen in a mask of confused ecstasy. One nurse pumped the water out of her lungs while the other gave her a shot of Quick Revive. These days, there was a shot for everything. Candy took a long, wheezing breath as life returned to her body. As she trembled and convulsed, the nurses both enjoyed a few feels of her young body. This was partly for their own pleasure, and partly to keep the audience interested in the show as Candy spent a few moments shaking off the effects of death. One of the nurses helped herself to Candy's overflowing anus, taking long slow licks between her buns to eat all the hot, white cream out of her ass.

Savannah, meanwhile, was already ready already with her wheel-spinning duties, not giving Candy time to recover fully and make a fool of herself any further. "Twenty three!" she said. "Yippee!"
 
"Oh no Candy, no, no, no! You can't die, you can't die until we say you can!" Heathcliff demonstrated as the medics brought the sick girl back from the dead, no one really caring why she wanted to die so badly.

"Well you did get to die a little anyway, how did it feel to be dead Candy" he asked.

After she answered Savannah span the wheel again and announced it was number 23.

Heathcliff looked stunned when he opened the envelope, it was as if something was finally so extreme it turned even him off. He looked up with a dreaded look on his face.

"Oh my, oh my, this is probably the most depraved and disgusting thing we have ever had on the wheel, yes viewers what you are about to witness is definitely horrendous, a picture taken from the mind of the criminally insane, you may want to have your children leave the room now, you might not want them to witness this" he said for the very first time trying to promote some sense of limitation or censorship.

"Candy, Candy, Candy, you have spun the mouse feeder my darling." he walked over and began to caress her hair quite tenderly, his stomach was really churning from what was about to happen.

"What will happen to you Candy is, we hold your vagina open with a speculum, we will then fill it with grains, and then" he took a breath trying not to vomit.

"Then we will let rats and mice run loose so they can eat from your cunt Candy, they may of course start to run inside you as well to get to the grain as they eat it" he explained grimly.

"And all of this we will show you after the break!" he said, he then walked over to Melissa and crouched down, "You might not want to watch this one darling" he explained to her before standing up and saying to Vanessa, "You make sure Melissa is protected from this if she wants to be" he said firmly, he was somewhat impressed that he still had some morality left after all these years.
 
The audience sighed and everyone left to go use the bathroom while the crew set up the mouse thing and it was totally dumb and nobody was interested in it and the mouse was even all like wtf and the nurses had to give Candy a fresh dose of drugs to keep her from falling asleep and Vanessa and Melissa bumped uglies backstage and there were somehow even more dildoes than before in Savannah's dressing room.

"Okay," Savannah said. "And now for something completely different." She spun the wheel, muttering something under her breath about how it better not end up being diapers this time. "Twenty!"
 
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