Chapter 3: Kristina Mocova

By the time the commercial break ended, they were ready for the first slaughter. The couches had been pushed to the side with Perry's chair a little off center.

In the center of the stage was a large wooden door taken off some church. It was old and beat up, not to mention stained dark. A set of wooden blocks kept it lifted off the ground so it looked like a splintery wooden bed. One that had four huge rings mounted at each corner.

Despite the medieval torture look they were going for, it was surrounded by shimmering black cameras set up to capture every sight from the look on the first victim's face and every orifice. A pair of cameras had been mounted above the stage, poised to get every angle.

Perry strode out into the light. "And welcome back after those fascinating messages. Before our show, our eight guests have agreed to demonstrate exactly how far they'll go for their fans or... the ones paying for it."

He walked around the table, tapping it with his knuckles. "While we were out on commercial break, a number of our guests have been enjoying the more erotic talents of our lovely guests."

Perry gestured out to the audience where a third of the guests were in the back rooms fucking their once in a lifetime. They would all pay for the videos of course, it would be a nice boost to the bottom line.

"While the others are getting their rocks off, you get to see something that has never been seen on network television before."

A ripple of cheer, they were probably all still in shock.

"Well, why don't we bring out our first lovely lady? Give a round of applause for Kristina!"

This time, the audience stirred and the applause rose. It didn't subside like he thought it would and soon all the men and women watching were pounding their hands together as Kristina came stepping out from the stage.

The young starlet circled around the stage, showing off her tight little ass and perky breasts. She wore a bikini top and bottom. From his vantage point, he could see a fleck of cum on the corner of her mouth. Her inner thighs glistened from the half dozen guys who fucked her.

She hopped off the stage and walked through the audience. Hands reached out to touch her. They quickly got bolder, slipping into her swimsuit and up between her legs. The fabric fluttered off somewhere after the first bank of seats and the camera drank in the sight of her naked body as she made her way across the stands and back up on the stage.

Perry held out his hand and she took it. Slipping into his grip, she pressed her tight, sexy body up against his chest before smiling at him.

"I'm ready."

His cock was harder than it had ever been before. He turned her to the audience. "So, how should we end this lovely lady? What is the deepest secret in your life? How have any of you imagined snuffing some beautiful young lady?"

Silence.

No, it wasn't silence. It was a low moan of a hundred people imagining killing the sexy young woman that had her arm wrapped around his waist. A thousand fantasies washed over their faces..

It was an old man, maybe in his fifties, who spoke first. "C-Cut off her arms and legs." He gulped and looked around guilty. "Please?"

A stunned ripple raced along the crowd. People stared at the old man but it was more shock that he spoke first than his request. Most of them were obviously thinking of something more violent.

Perry put on his prize-winning smile. "Well, I think we can do that."

He looked into her hypnosis-glazed eyes. "What do you say, Darling? Ready to get amputated?"

She looked around. "Is it going to hurt?"

"Just a little," he said as he guided her naked body to the table. "Come up, get in the middle."

He let his hand slide along her beautiful backside. He could feel the moist heat of her pussy against his palm before she crawled into place and rolled on her back.

The cameras drank in the sight of Kristina as she spread herself out on the door. The rough wood was a beautiful contrast to her smooth skin and body.

As a number of stage hands rushed out to tie her to the eyebolts, Perry addressed the the older man who made the offer. "Sir, would you like to do the first blow?"

"W-What?"

The audience members inhaled sharply as they realized they may be participating on the slaughtering of the porn stars.

Perry held out an ax that one of the hands gave to him. "What do you say? A pretty arm? A leg?"

The older man brightened. "Yes! I mean, yes."

He stumbled as he came down. As he did, he took off his jacket and carefully folded it before setting it on the edge of the table. When he came up, he held out his hand for Perry. "T-Thank you, sir."

"Enjoy," Perry said as he handed the old man the ax.

Kristina squirmed as she looked at him. Her splayed body was sexy as hell as she arched her back and then lowered it. Her hips rocked back and forth as she tested her bounds.

"Sorry about this," said the old man in a whisper.

"Don't be," she responded, "it won't hurt that much. And you wanted this?"

"Oh, yes," he said with longing.

"Then cut it off."

The old man shook as he reached out and stroked her leg. His wrinkled fingers ran up from her ankle, to her knee, and then to the moistness of her cunt. He cupped her for a moment and then drew his finger down a few inches down from the joint.

Still trembling, he lifted the ax with both hands and held it over his head.

The room grew hushed.

The old man grunted as he got a tight grip. Then he swung down. The blade flashed before slamming into the taut leg of the porn star. The muted crack of bone was interrupted by the powerful thud of the blade burying deep into the wood.

Blood spurted around the ax, splattering the old man and painting the wooden door.

Kristina let out a high-pitched scream as she jerked away. The severed end of her leg pulled away from the blood and more blood sprayed out across the stage in a crimson wave.

She jerked violently, her leg thumping loudly against the board. More blood sprayed out across the ground as she shuddered.

Perry and the old man stared for a moment as Kristina squirmed and sobbed.

Then, without prompting, the old man yanked the ax out of the door. He held it high as he stepped over.

"No, no, it hurts! Hurts!" Kristina cried as her gaze sharpened. Just as Perry thought she was going to break out of her hypnosis, her tone changed and she went back to writhing against her bonds. "My leg! Do my other leg, please!"

The old man gulped. As he walked around the table, he had an erection. He flipped the ax in his hand for a moment, obviously growing more confident with every passing second.

The audience stared with slack-jawed surprise. Perry could see many of them moving their gaze from the scene in front of them to the large video screens that displayed other shots as the old man positioned himself.

The room grew hushed as he swung the ax back and then slammed it forward. The blade punched through the delicate skin and snapped bone. With a crunch that sent a bolt through everyone including Perry, the young girl's leg was severed. It rolled to the side as blood splashed out from behind the blade.

"Yes!" screamed Kristina. Her hips lifted off the wood and the two ends of her severed legs flailed around, spraying blood everywhere before she slumped back down.

Panting, she looked at the old man. There was a smoldering look of lust in her eyes. "Keep going. Please."

The old man groaned but he stepped over. Reaching out, this time with a steady hand, he stroked along her arm. His fingertips traced down to her armpit and then up to the soft mound of her breast. He whispered something, his lips moving only for a moment.

Then he hefted his ax. Swinging it around, he slammed it right into her joint. Beautiful flesh split apart, spraying blood everywhere as the muted crack of bone shot through the audience.

Perry jerked at the sound. It was awe-inspiring.

The old man yanked the ax blade out of the ground.

Kristina writhed as she screamed out in an orgasm. Her blood-streaked nipples were rock-hard as she twisted. "Yes, yes!"

After a few seconds. She looked up at the old man. "Please, Baby, just two more."

"T-Two? Oh, yeah!" He cleared his throat. He almost ran around to the other, swinging his ax. He slowed and braced himself on the door to steady himself.

There was no hesitation as he groped Kristina's body, his fingers mauling her breasts before he stroked along her arm and hand. He seemed to enjoy himself for the long moments before he pulled the ax back.

There was a sense of anticipation as the ax sparkled in the stage lights.

Perry watched with rapt attention. He was getting into it just as much as the rest of the audience. The muscles in his shoulder tensed as he waited for the blow.

When it came, it was a beautiful thing. A perfect arc that swung down. It slammed into Kristina's arm right next to the shoulder. The bloody blade drove deep into the wood as bone snapped and flesh parted.

Kristina let out a scream of pleasure. "Yes!" as she writhed her armless and legless body. Her perfect pussy drooled with her excitement as she flailed around for a few moments.

Blood splattered all over the wooden door. It dripped off the edges and splashed to the ground. Except for the moans of the young porn star, it was the only noise across the stunned audience.

After a few minutes of thrashing, she finally calmed down. Panting, she smiled. "Thank you. That was beautiful. Please? Come here?"

The old man leaned over.

She lifted her head, her helpless body barely able to pull her blood-streaked hair from the wood. "Kill me."

"H-How?"

"My head, Papa, please. Right at the neck." She lifted herself higher and kiss him. "Kill me. Right now. Please. You want it, right?"

"Yes," he whispered and kissed her back.

"Thank you, Papa."

"Good girl," he said. Pulling back, he hefted the ax.

She moaned, staring up at it. She tilted her head back, exposing her delicate throat.

The audience gasped with anticipation.

"Do it, Papa. Please, do it!"

The old man got a good grip on his ax. He was panting with excitement as he swung it back.

Every camera focused on him and his target.

It came down with a powerful blow, smashing into her throat and snapping her spine. Her severed arteries sprayed blood everywhere as her head rolled back, teetering on the edge of the door before falling to the ground.

Her entire body spasmed and shook, twisting back and forth as she shuddered with what appeared to be the ultimate orgasm.

The old man groaned and leaned into her, his hands slipping off the ax.

For a moment, Perry thought it was having a heart attack.

A wet spot soaked the front of the old man's pants as he reached out and grabbed the headless corpse, holding it tight as both of them shook violently.

The studio grew silent as the twitches of the young woman faded. The cameras switched to her body to her head to the old man and back again. It was a perfectly executed set of transitions that gave the full impact of the first execution on network television.

The audience surged to their feet, cheering loudly. There were yelled suggestions for what to do with the next stars but it was only a wave of noise that pummeled against Perry's chest.

He smiled and held up his hands; he knew he wouldn't be able to talk for the long minutes it took for the audience to calm down. As he waited, he looked at the decapitated corpse and admired her. There was only a few moments of hesitation but otherwise the hypnosis held completely.

It was going to make him famous.

Finally, the audience died down but didn't sit down.

Putting on his broadest smile, he addressed them. "Did that get your attention? Well, we have seven more beauties willing to give their all. Right after these messages."