Chapter 5: Katarina Kika

It was a short break, they didn't have much time and there were already lawyers circling around. Having a live show meant that everything was going to go well or it was going to set the entire studio in flames. Perry knew---hoped occasionally---that the show would work out but it was still nerve wracking to hear the producers talking.

None of that showed on his face as he trotted out on the stage. "Welcome back!"

More of the seats were filled now that three of the women weren't being gang banged. There were a lot of happy faces but he knew one audience member was about to have the time of his life. His eyes glanced over to section three, where a slender-looking man cheered with the others.

"We have to keep this going. Should we see if the next girl is willing to give her all for a few dollars?"

The audience burst into applause.

The roar died down when the stage hands wheeled in the next segment's torture device. It was a heavy wooden chair, just like they used for executions. Thick leather straps dangled from the arms and the ankles. There was also a thick band for the waist. To complete the stereotypical electric chair, a final band rested over the top of it where it would hold the poor victim's head in place.

The cameras panned to the alterations on the chair. The middle of the seat had a slot cut out down the middle. The freshly cut wood was bright compared to the dark stained wood of years of use in a Texas penitentiary. Between the wood was two metal dildos. They were both thick and mounted on flexible arms that would allow them to be positioned. A few globs of KY Jelly glistened along both of their lengths.

Perry strode across the stage. "Well, you can probably guess how our next star is going to prove her worth. Right here on the stage, you are going to see your own live execution with a twist. A porn twist, wouldn't you say?"

From the opposite side of the stage, Katarina came striding out. The slender beauty wore only a pair of black heels. Her beautiful body was slender with high breasts, relatively narrow waist, and legs that he could lick for hours. Perry wondered, once again, if he should have taken up the two hypnotists offer to let him fuck one of the girls.

Like the others, she strolled across the stage before coming up to Perry. Her shapely leg rose up against his thigh until her knee brushed against his hardened cock. Pressing her soft breasts to his side, she kissed him. "I'm ready," she whispered into his microphone.

Her lips were warm against her cheek but her breasts and hips were warmer. It was hard to concentrate with his hardness throbbing in his suits but he had to pretend he wasn't going to fuck the girls.

"So, which lucky person picked your poison?"

The audience hushed.

Katarina smiled. "Not be poison, electric. Elec... electricity. And the lucky guy be John." Her Russian accent caressed his senses but she mispronounced John by missing the first letter.

"Well, let's bring John Kell down here?"

The slender man in the audience looked up in shock. The woman next to him, probably his mother, smacked his arm and gestured for him to go. John struggled out of his seat and stumbled down the stairs.

Around him, the audience grew wild.

Katarina stepped away from Perry to meet him. She wrapped one leg around his waist as she kissed him deeply.

A agile stagehand slipped up and clipped a microphone to John's collar before stepping away.

"Ready to be snuffing me?" asked Katarina. The microphone picked up her sultry voice.

"Y-Yes."

"Well, you help me then? I need to get into chair, yes?"

She took his hand and lead him to the chair. The cameras zoomed into her tight ass and the hint of her pussy with every step. When she approached it, she turned to show her bare cunt and guided John's hand down between her legs. "Now, there be two of those things. One of them is going into my ass. You know ass?"

"Y-Yeah. I like... know your... y... ass."

She smiled. "Well then..." She gripped his hand and slid it between her legs. Cameras mounted beneath the dildos came to life and displayed his fingers trailing along her slick pussy to her tiny asshole. She guided his fingers to circle around it for a few times until his digits were glistening with the lubrication of her tight ring.

Katarina took a deep breath and stepped back until the backs of her legs were against the chair. "Now, you be guiding it into my ass," she breathed as she sank down. It was a slowly, beautiful movement of someone who knew her body well. She lowered herself until the smooth end of the dildo caressed her firm cheek.

The audience stared in shock and awe at her pussy and ass displayed on the large monitors.

She guided John's finger to spread her cheeks and worked her way down until the dildo was pressed against the glistening hole. With a moan, she pushed down. "Okay, now you be guiding other one?"

Gulping nervously, John slipped his fingers from the tightly stretched sphincter to her pussy. On camera, Perry could see as he fingered her a few times before spreading open her vulva with his fingers. He dipped another finger into her slit.

Responding off stage, one of the hands caused the pussy dildo to rise up. The thick member was off slightly but John managed to pull Katarina's body forward to cause it to slid into her pussy. He pulled back as it slipped inside, the smooth length slipping deeper into her body until it was a few inches inside her.

The both dildos moved up. Katarina lifted her body with them until she was about eight inches off the seat. Her body quivered as she looked at him. "Now, you push them inside."

"H-How?"

"You put hands on my hips, yes?"

Trembling, John did. His fingers spread out across her flawless skin.

"Push down as hard as you want."

"I..."

"Push down. I need to be stuck so I don't pull off."

John didn't need a second encouragement. He got a deep breath, clenched, and then shoved forward. The weight drove Katarina onto the dildos, driving them deep into her ass and pussy even clear down to the large knots near the base.

She let out a cry, half in pain and half in ecstasy, as her pussy and asshole strained to take the thick bases. Then, they slipped into her body with a wet slurping noises that sent a bolt of quivering across the entire audience.

Katarina let out a shuddering breath. "I be stuck now, yes?"

John tried to pull her up but couldn't. He gripped her hips tightly but the two dildos were firmly embedded into her orifices.

She interrupted him with a kiss. "Good. You paid me, so strap me in?"

Perry had to adjust himself discretely as John strapped Katarina into the chair. He worked each strap until she was firmly and completely in place.

She moaned and twisted fetchingly, moving her slender body to the limits of her bondage until he had her completely strapped in. Her full lips were parted as she looked into the camera, an orgasm painted across her face.

A stage hand brought up the next part of her bondage, electrodes. There were three of them.

John took them and started to work. He hefted her small breast to the camera and then clipped one to each of her nipples. The tight alligator clips made a satisfying click as they snapped on the tender flesh, as did the cute little moan she made when he tugged on them.

The cameras zoomed into the final clip on her clitoris. John took his time to tease it out of its hood. It looked tender and swollen when he brought the sharp teeth to both side. The wire obscured part of the view but that didn't matter.

When he released the end, it clipped into place with a snap.

Katarina jumped in pain. "Oh!" she gasped.

"Sorry!"

"Don't be," she said after getting control of herself again. "It will hurt a lot more soon."

"I-I..."

"I like it hurt."

As they talked, a stage hand brought in a prop gauge. It was taken from a show about a cruise ship. They had painted the numbers over to just be a colored gauge from green to red. A transmitter controlled the amount of voltage that would be pumped into the bound porn star.

The camera on Perry lit up. He smiled at it and addressed the audience. "So this lovely star has someone asking if she was willing to be electrocuted in front of national television. She is bound properly and all hooked up. All it takes is for John here to pull the level."

John nodded and waved to the cameras. He seemed more confident with the passing moments. If they gave enough time, Perry was sure John would be dragging out the execution for at least an hour. But they didn't have enough time for that.

"So, Katarina, are you willing to be fried on camera?"

"You paid for it."

"But, it is being electrocuted to death."

"You pay," she said with a glassy-eyed smile.

"Well," Perry said to John, "why don't you start with the lever?"

John nodded and grabbed the over-sized handle. He pulled it slightly. It made a thunk noise and then a loud buzz.

Katarina jerked in her bounds as her eyes widened. "Oh! That tingles!"

Perry smiled and the cameras drank it in. Her body was jerking and clenching as the electric surged through her from her pussy and ass along her insides into her nipples and clitoris. On screen, close-ups caught the hairs on her arms and on her head standing up as the power flickered. One of the special effects guys even managed to cause the stage lights to flash; it was a nice touch.

John lowered the power for a second and then brought it back up.

Her body jerked, her back arching and her breasts thrusting forward. A few sparks danced along her nipples as she let out a choked moan. Sweat along her brow shimmered for a moment but they were gone when Perry blinked.

The young man backed down the power and then brought it up.

Her body thrashed in her bonds. The individual strands of muscles bunched up as she tried to pull her arms and legs free but couldn't. The cameras looking at her pussy and ass caught every clench as they clamped down on the metal dildos impaling them.

John increased the power.

The sweat from her body began to mist off her. Her pussy and asshole clenched tightly and there was a darkening of the flesh. More of it began to redden her nipples and clitoris. Katarina loud moan filled the studio, a gasping sound of ecstasy and agony.

The audience, once again, was staring with fascinating.

The smell of hot pussy filled the air. There was a current of something else, the smell of roasting meat. It was sweet and savory, a scent that teased Perry's nose.

John continued to step up the power. The light flickered ominously.

Katarina's body tightened even more, her muscles clenching painfully tight. Her sphincter clamped down on the hard thing, pulsating as he rocked the power back and forth. With each pulse of power, the skin darkened until it cracked. The blood bubbled off the metal dildo as he threw the lever.

She screamed out again, a choked gasp that shook Perry to the core. Her beautiful body was smoking, simmering in her own juices. When John had the power on, she couldn't move, every muscle was locked into place. But when he released it, she slumped forward and cried out.

John didn't give her a chance to form a coherent word as he wracked her form with pulses of electricity. The burnt smell filled the room as he dialed up the power to inhuman levels and then pulled back.

Her eyes were blood-shot as she panted for breath.

He pulled the lever to half way.

Katarina screamed out as her body locked into place. The flesh around her straps were streaked with blood as she tried to break herself free. Her stomach, beautiful and flat, clamped down tight enough to see the outline of the thick dildo in her cunt through the skin. Sparks ran along the beads of sweat, vaporizing them as the house lights dimmed ominously.

Perry glanced at the countdown click for the segment. They were almost out of time. He gestured to John to hurry up.

John nodded. Instead of cranking up the power, he actually threw the lever to turn itself off.

The sight of Katarina slumped into the chair, her sexy body trembling with surges of electricity and the raw torture of being electrocuted made Perry wonder if John would be stealing his show like Dixie. There was something about her splayed open pussy lips and burnt sphincter that was erotic.

Katarina looked at John, her eyes glassy and her chest heaving. She tried to speak but she seemed to be having trouble with her tongue. She gulped and then gave a broken smile to him.

"Ready?" asked John.

She nodded.

He threw the lever completely over.

Ten thousand volts poured into Katarina. Her scream echoed in the studio as every muscle in her body tightened into painful but erotic rigor. Her breasts were thrust thigh into the air as she jerked against the two metal dildos that burnt flesh as they cooked her alive. Steam poured off her body, rolling from her eyes, nose, and mouth. More of it gathered around her cunt and asshole as her insides were cooked alive by the electricity.

There was a muted crack noise as the tortured muscles snapped bone. Muscles jerked and it looked like she was having one final orgasm. She thrashed violently, her body helplessly jerking from the electricity flowing through her.

Then there was a loud pop. Her entire body spasmed one final time before the lights in the studio blew out. Sparks flew down from the ceiling and Perry had to step out of the way.

A single safety light came on, highlighting the smoking chair. Katarina's burnt corpse was slumped into it, her eyes no longer seeing and her chest no longer heaving. Burnt circles surrounded her nipples, clitoris, and he was sure her other orifices but it was impossible to see without power.

He tapped his microphone; the thump told him it was still alive. He glanced to the side and saw the hooded lights backstage. They still had power, just not to the stage and audience.

"And that was our beautiful Katarina! Give an applause for her final show!"

The audience roared as they applauded, the sound of it beating against the walls of the studio. Without the sound systems, it was still overwhelming.

John reached out for Katarina but pulled back. With a grin on his face, he headed back to his seat with everyone trying to clap his back or shake his hand.

Perry cleared his throat. "While we get the power back on, enjoy some refreshments. We have five more ladies ready to prove how far they will go."

He headed off the stage. As soon as he was out of sight, he turned off his microphone. "Whoever just blew the power gets a raise!"