Chapter 4: Michaela Giovanni

Perry came out with his trademark smile on his face. They had a long episode ahead of him but he wanted to make sure each execution was given maximum camera time and attention for the ratings.

The audience greeted him with a standing ovation. Any hint of their surprise and shock had faded after Kristina's death. It had taken the stage hands about twenty minutes to clean up the door and for Perry to wander through the audience shaking hands and hearing their slyly whispered requests.

He waited for it to die down. When it did, he grinned and gestured to the center stage. "So, I'm thinking we should get right into our next lovely lady. Why don't you give Michaela a round of applause?"

The audience remained standing as they brought Michaela in from the side.

She was wearing only a silk robe that fluttered around her wide hips as she strode forward. Her large breasts, famous on so many different videos, lead the way as she purposefully strode across the stage and then into the audience.

More than a few fantasies were fulfilled as she sat on laps and made her way through the seats until she came up on the other side. Prancing up, she walked sexily over to Perry and gave him a tight hug.

"Hello, Handsome," she said with a purr. With her other hand, she squeezed his ass.

"Hello, Michaela, are you ready for your fans?"

"They paid for this ass, they get it." She smacked her rear.

"Well," Perry said with a grin. "I heard that a certain someone was interested in something a bit more... forward than your ass. In fact---"

"My tits?" she said hefting her large mounds. They were magnificent breasts, begging to be sucked or wrapped around someone's cock.

There were moans from the audience. Perry could tell that most of them were staring at her naked chest.

"Oh, those lovely tits are exactly what Mrs. Castile wants. At least that is what she told---"

A squeal rose up as Dixie Castile came rushing up. She was a short woman, five feet if she was lucky, with small breasts and thick glasses. She bounded cheerfully up on the stairs, skipping two of them at a time, before rushing over to give Michaela a powerful hug.

The porn star hugged back as if they were best friends.

"Dear me, you are just as gorgeous as I thought." Dixie stepped back long enough to heft Michaela's breasts with both hands. She rolled Michaela's nipples with her thumbs.

Michaela moaned. The cameras zoomed in to every lust-filled sound that slipped from her lips.

"I've wanted to lop these puppies off for so many years. Ever since Pa and I were watching your videos."

Perry grinned and stepped back.

"Anything you want, Sweetie," said the glazed-eye porn star. "How do you want to do it?"

"Just a knife, sweetie. I want to feel these right in my palms." Dixie was almost cheerful as she mauled Michaela's tits with her hands.

Perry stepped forward and held out a knife. It was a eight inch chef's knife, an expensive one with a blade sharp enough to slice through hairs. "Well, I happen to have this blade."

"Oh, thank you, Sweetie. You are a handsome man but go away now." Dixie's touch was light as she plucked the blade from his hand. She turned and hefted Michaela's right breast.

A ripple of laughter filled the room.

Perry bristled briefly but calmed himself enough to obey.

Dixie stared down at the large breasts in her palm. She rolled it around, stroking her fingers along the smooth skin. She focused her attention on the nipple in her palm. Trailing her finger around the aureole, she teased it into hardness.

The cameras focused on the nipple and the blade. The dusky skin was growing darker with every second as Dixie continued to tease them until the skin wrinkled and it stood out pert.

"They are such lovely gumdrops, you know that?" Dixie said without looking up.

"They would look better on the floor."

"No, Sweetie, I wouldn't disrespect these lovelies at all. Mind if I get started?"

"Please do."

Dixie flipped the knife and held it with her fingertips at the middle of the blade and the handle resting against her palm.

Perry thought there was something strange about how easily she handled the blade but the cameras weren't on him so he remained silent.

The old woman brought her thumb up against the nipple and pushed it up to her sight. It was swollen and rose-colored as the Michaela's moan filled the air. Dixie brought the knife down and rested it right against the crinkled edges of the aureole.

"Do it," whispered Michaela. The large monitors caught the movement of her lips perfectly.

"I'm going to, sweetie." Dixie drew the blade across the dusky circle. It sliced easily through flesh and blood welled up from the cut.

The audience gasped, they didn't need prompting anymore.

To Perry's surprise, Dixie didn't cut the nipple off right away. Instead, she drew the blade around in a neat, almost perfect, circle. The cut was shallow, only enough to bring blood.

Michaela hissed with pain. Tremors raced through her body and her breasts shook. She seemed pinned in place by the old woman's fingers. The only part that moved was her fingers clenching into tight fists. The smell of her pussy wafted across the stage.

Perry loved the slightly glazed look in her eyes, the haze of her mind control.

Dixie brought the blade up again and cut another circle, slicing a little deeper into the flesh until blood poured out over her hand. She used her thumb to rotate Michaela's nipple around, pulling the cut apart in wider circles as she continued to slice with methodical precision.

The audience drank it up. All Perry could see were hands stroking crotches and slack jaws. Their eyes were all locked on the screens or on the body.

Michaela moaned as she forced her fingers to relaxed. She stroked her hips, trembling with every movement. The blood sheeting down her breasts bubbled over her digits. She smeared it against her skin down between her legs.

Dixie hummed cheerfully as she circled the nipple again, cutting deep. The blade sliced through the flesh easily, the blood dribbling down to the tip. She brought the blade back up with a flash on the other side.

Michaela moaned in pleasure, her body trembling.

Dixie pulled back her thumb and the nipple came with it. She pulled back her bloody hand and looked at it. "Oh, this is lovely."

"You want it?"

The old woman glanced up at Michaela and smiled. "I'm getting everything, aren't I?"

The porn star nodded. "Everything you want."

Dixie reached out for Perry, holding the nipple. "Hold this, boy."

Perry bristled again but pulled out a bright white handkerchief. He cupped it in his palm and took the bloody nipple. Painfully aware of how bright the blood was on white, he made a show of taking it.

The old woman winked and returned to her task. She cupped Michaela's bloody breast. Her thumb circled around the gaping wound before she pushed it inside.

Michaela let out a cry, her body trembling with emotions. She dragged her fingers along her hips. There was blood on them from the cuts and her action left reddish smears against her beautiful skin.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'm just going to take this." She cupped Michaela's breast tighter. She rested the blade against the upper edge of beautiful mound.

Almost as one, the audience let out a low gasp of their own. They were still as they held themselves with anticipation.

Dixie brought the blade through the skin. The flawless flesh parted underneath the blade, peeling back as she expertly sliced around the most perfect breast Perry had ever seen. The knife was steady as she cut deeper with slow but precise strokes.

Perry stared in shock as the old woman deftly cut Michaela's breast off. It was only a few seconds of cutting but with the movements, it seemed like forever before the delicate skin parted completely and the heavy mound peeled away.

"Now, doesn't that feel better?"

Michaela grinned, tears in her hazy eyes. "Yeah, do the other?"

Dixie held out the large breast to Perry. "Hold this."

Perry hesitated.

"Take it, boy. Can't even handle a part of a woman?"

He cleared his throat. "No, I can---"

"Just take my tit," snapped Michaela.

Stunned, Perry took the still warm breast. Blood dripped down his palm, ruining his suit. He looked around helplessly for a moment until a stage hand ran out and grabbed it.

By the time he looked back, Dixie was already cutting into the other breast. She cut in a smoothly line, spiraling through the soft breast in a bloody red line that traced from the nipples toward the base. It looked disturbingly like a spiral-cut ham. It was also one of the most erotic sights Perry had ever seen.

Michaela moaned with every cut. Her body shook from the pain but she kept herself amazingly still despite the gaping wound in her chest and the slow agonies of being debreasted.

Dixie's cheeks were flushed as she gripped the breast tighter. She twisted the blade around, keeping the cut almost perfectly even. She reached the base of Michaela's tit.

She held the blade perfectly still for a moment and then cut deep. The sharp blade didn't even dimple the skin as it cut into yellow fat. Perry was sure she missed even nicking the ribs or a large artery.

Slowly, Dixie pulled her hand back. Michaela's breast pulled apart at the neat cuts, unspiraling in her hand. Blood poured out on the stage, splattering loudly as the breast peeled away from Michaela's chest.

Michaela let out a long moan.

Dixie caught the coils of fatty breast in her hand. When she held up her hand, it was almost intact mound of a perfect breast with a hard nipple sticking out between her wrinkled fingers.

The porn star gasped with the pain. She clenched her fists again until her knuckles were white.

A few audience members clapped.

Dixie smiled and then held out the breast for Perry without looking at him. It was a commanding gesture that brought the live camera lights to life as they focused on her bloody hand and the perfectly spiraled breast that quivered on it.

This time, he was prepared and took it delicately. He lost himself caressing the sliced ridges of the magnificent tit. His body shook with tiny quivers of excitement as he realized he was holding the breast of one of the most beautiful woman he had known.

Michaela reached up tried to cup her severed breasts. Her hands pressed wetly against her gaping wounds. She shuddered and held up her hands, the blood dripping down her palms. "How are you going to end it, mother?"

A ripple of noise ran along the audience.

Dixie smiled. "Like all good pigs should be ended, gutted and on your knees."

The porn star moaned and rocked her hips. "Thank you." She glanced at Perry and then at the countdown clock; they were already supposed to be on the commercial break but there was no way they were going to cut the cameras. "Make it fast?"

Dixie smiled. She reached up with her free hand and caressed Michaela's neck before grabbing a handful of hair. Even thought there was easily a foot difference between the two women, the old woman easily pulled Michaela as she stepped around her. In a heartbeat, Michaela's gorgeous body was presented full to Camera Five with her gaping wounds where her breasts were and the knife blade resting on the puffy and swollen lips of her pussy.

Perry's cock throbbed as the Dixie drew up, slicing through the clitoris and the tip of Michaela's slit. Blood splattered to the ground as the old woman drew the tip of the blade up the puffy stomach, around the navel, and then straight up.

Michaela moaned, her eyes growing even more hazy as she shuddered. Every part of her arms and legs were tight, straining against the agony. He could hear her knuckles cracking as the blade sliced through her skin.

Blood oozed out of the cut before the wound spread open. Coils of intestines and organs welled out of the parting wound. One large loop flopped out, smacking against her thigh.

The entire audience was silent as Dixie continued to draw the blade up. As she did, all the strength seemed to flee Michaela and she slowly sank to her knees. Together, they moved in perfect harmony as Dixie continued to cut up across Michaela's sternum and clear up to her throat.

Michaela's knees hit the stage with a thump. With the impact, the strands of inner connective tissue keeping her guts in place snapped. A wet slurp filled the air as her organs poured out of her body, slopping into a bloody puddle between her knees.

Dixie pulled the blade away with a flick, splattering blood across Perry's suit and face. Before he could respond, she brought it back and drew it across Michaela's throat. The sharp blade easily cut through the arteries.

Michaela's final moan filled the air before a spray of blood drenched the front of the stage. She let out a shudder as her eyes rolled up in a final organs.

She was dead before the last of her organs poured out of the gaping wound.

A muted silence filled the stage, punctuated only by the steady drip of the gutted corpse in the center.

It took all of Perry's willpower to move. "Well, Dixie, that was probably the most amazing butchering I had ever seen."

Dixie stepped back and looked down. Except for her blood-soaked hands, there wasn't even a spot of blood on her dress. She looked up and smiled. "Thank you, Perry."

A stage hand handed her towel which she used to clean herself, demanding two more before she would let Perry get closer.

"How did you ever...? That is some skill."

"Honey," said the old woman, "I've been butchering pigs since I was ten. I've been dressing deer just as long Long pig isn't that much different."

"Well, how about we send some of Michaela home with you?"

"Her tits," came the immediate reply.

"I mean you---"

"Her tits." Dixie waggled a finger before heading back to her chair.

Perry watched her for a moment and then forced himself to respond. He looked up until he could focus on the camera with the red light on it. "Well, that was inspiring. Let's see what the next star has after these messages."