Chapter 6: Ann Jury

After making a big show of repairing the electrical systems, Perry was ready to go on. The next segment was going to be simple but had a lot more audience participation. He thought it was going to be his favorite of the scenes and couldn't wait for the large breasted blonde to die on his stage.

Coming out of the curtain, he addressed the audience. "Are you having fun?"

They cheered in response.

"Ready for more?"

He got a standing ovation from that question. He smiled and headed down into the audience to shake hands and make a point of talking to a few folk. It was only thirty seconds before he returned to the stage. As his polished shoes tapped on the stairs, the room quieted.

Perry looked up to see Ann Jury coming out. The large-breasted bombshell was prancing out in high heels and a high-cut pair of white panties. The lace did little to hide her shaved pussy or the split of her lips. It was a fetching picture of a woman about to be snuffed.

His eyes rose to her large breasts. They were easily larger than his hand and he ached to grab onto the thick nipples. But, he had a show to put on and many women to snuff before he went off the air.

Clearing his throat, he circled around Ann before stepping up to her. He slipped his arm around her bare waist and held her warm body close to hers.

His eyes scanned the audience. Most of them had stripped off most of their clothes over the last few segments. He saw hard cocks and wet pussies even from his position. There were a number fucking on the back chairs and a few hand-held cameras watching that action no doubt for additional cut scenes.

Perry smiled. "How far will they go? That's the question we are asking today on Perry Singer. Will porn stars give it up to their fans, no matter what asked, or are they nothing more than prostitutes."

"Anything," Ann said with confidence.

He smiled. "Well, let's see how far. Could you get that cart for me?"

Ann frowned for a moment but then nodded. She headed over to the side stage. Hand-held cameras followed after her, capturing every angle of her bared breasts and barely covered pussy and ass. On the large monitors, it was a beautiful thing.

She got the cart and brought it back. It was a simple cart but the important part was the large pile of swords that rested on both shelves. There were four dozen of them, each one about a yard in length and a few inches think. There was a nervous look in her eyes as she stopped next to him.

"What do you think?"

"T-They are very sharp looking," she whispered.

Perry inched closer. "What?"

"They are very sharp," she said.

He looked closely into her eyes. They still had the glassy appearance of being hypnotized but he could almost sense a hint of hesitation. For a second, he considered pulling off the segment. It would have ruined part of the show.

After a second, he decided there was a better choice, to finish her quickly. Bringing the microphone back up, he asked her another question, "What do you think we're going to do with these?"

"I... I... skewer me?"

"That's right. There are quite a few fans who really want to see your body impaled. Is what you said true? You'd do anything for your fans?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Well, then let's bring them up." He turned to the audience. "Who wants to see this beautiful piece of ass impaled by a sword?"

Hands snapped up.

"Come on up. First come, first---"

There was a scramble of people racing for the stage. The ushers were already prepared for it and they guided the rapid line to the left most stage.

Perry turned to look at Ann, scanning her eyes as he looked for signs of her breaking her hypnotism.

She smiled back but gave no other sign.

"Ready to give it up to your fans?"

Ann smiled brightly. "Of course! Just let me takes these off." She reached down and grabbed the sides of her panties. Slowly, she drew them down her trim legs before stepping out of them. She picked them up and tossed them into the audience where an older man caught them.

Perry enjoyed the sight of her bare pussy knowing it was going to be skewered in a matter of minutes.

By the time the cameras pulled back to her, the line was fully formed.

The first person in line was an older man. He picked up one of the swords and walked toward her after a little guidance from the stage hand.

Perry guided Ann over to him. "Good afternoon, sir."

"H-Hi."

"You want to stick that sword somewhere?"

"Where?" asked the older man.

"Anywhere."

"In her tits? Can I put them there?"

"Of course!" Perry said.

The old man reached out with his spare hand. His palm cupped Ann's breast. "So soft," he whispered.

Perry grinned.

The old man nodded and then caught Ann's nipple with his finger.

Ann moaned loudly. She reached out and slid her hand along the older man's chest.

He looked at her, tears in his eyes.

"Go for it," she said. "Please spike me."

With a nod, the old man reached up with the sword and pressed the tip of the blade against the side of her large breast. When Ann moaned with anticipation, he shoved it into the soft, fatty part of her body.

Blood dripped from the wound as the sword sank into her flesh.

She shuddered with the pain but held still as the blade slipped through.

"Does it hurt?"

Ann moaned. "Yes, but keep going." As if to encourage him, she cupped her other breast and ground it against the skewered mound.

The old man inhaled sharply before pushing further.

Pain blossomed across Ann's face but she held still until the tip of the blade pushed out of her other breast, the sword skewering both of them together. With a sigh, she leaned against him and smiled. "Yes."

The old man shoved the sword clear to the hilt before stepping back.

Perry guided him toward the far side even as the next person came up holding the sword.

It was a younger man, maybe in his twenties. His eyes were focused on the blood trails that marred her perfect skin. They were dribbling down the side and already puddling on the ground between her toes.

"Anywhere?" asked the young man.

"You gotcha," replied Perry.

The young man pressed the tip of the blade against Ann's abdomen. It was angled to cross through her stomach and come out near her left kidney.

Ann inhaled but managed to reach down to hold his hand. "Go for it---oh god!"

Her words were interrupted when the blade slipped into her stomach. It was sharp and easily sank into her belly. Her grip tightened on the young man's wrist. "Harder," she hissed.

The young man had a huge erection as he slipped his other hand around her waist and put his weight into the sword. It slid in deeper, not unlike a cock deflowering a virgin. Blood dribbled down from the cut.

Ann clutched him as the blade skewered her. When it came out the other side, she let out a coo of relief.

The young man shoved it clear to the hilt before pulling away.

Ann swayed but then held out her arms for the next person. It was a young woman who carried the sword with both hands wrapped around the hilt.

"Hi, beautiful," said Ann.

The girl didn't say anything. She just peeled her hand from the hilt and reached down, cupping Ann's pussy.

Ann moaned.

The audience member brought tip of the sword down and then up between Ann's legs.

The porn star obediently spread her legs slightly.

Using her fingers in Ann's pussy as a guide, the young woman pushed the sword into Ann's cunt.

Ann inhaled sharply, her body trembling. She nodded with approval.

The girl tried to bring the sword up but it only went a few inches before stopping. Blood almost immediately began pouring out from Ann's cunt.

A flash of pain crossed Ann's face but she managed to keep her feet down.

"S-Sorry," whispered the young woman. She knelt down and grabbed the hilt with both hands. With a grunt, she pulled up, forcing the blade deep into Ann's pussy.

Whimpering, Ann clutched a nearby stage hand's shoulder with one hand and the young woman's with the other. The muscles in her stomach tightened as the blade shoved deep into her. It came out her back a few moment later.

The blood was sheeting down the blade down, soaking the audience member's hands and wrists completely.

"All the way... in, baby."

The woman shook but stepped away, leaving a foot of the blade sticking out of Ann's pussy. Blushing hotly, she ran off the stage with one hand against her crotch and the other smearing her face.

The next one, on the hand, didn't have any compulsions. It was a middle aged man who reached down, grabbed the woman's sword, and then slammed it completely home.

Ann let out a choked shriek as the hilt slammed against her pussy.

The audience member chuckled and then brandished his own sword. He aimed it down and then shoved it right below Ann's sternum, driving it home until the hilt smacked against her chest.

Ann's grip on the stage hand tightened as she swayed back.

More audience members came, skewering her with sword after sword into her body. They impaled her pussy and ass. They jammed them into her sides, her collar, and many across her breasts. It only took minutes before Ann looked like a porcupine standing in an ocean of crimson. The blood poured down the blades and splashed loudly on the floor.

When they got to the last sword, there were three hands helping her remain upright. She coughed and winced. Blood dribbled down the sides of her mouths and stained her lips. Her body shook with every pulse of her heart. There were wet streamers of blood pouring out of her; she only had minutes, if not seconds, to live.

The last one was a middle-aged woman. She limped slightly as she brought the sword up. "You look like my lover, you know."

Ann gave a blood-flecked smile. "T-Th..." No more word come out.

"I always liked to see her deep throating a guy. You mind?"

Ann shook her head and then tilted her head back.

The audience member held the sword by the middle. She brought the tip to Ann's lips and then let it slip through her hands.

Ann gagged loudly on the sword. Her porcupined body shuddered as the blade cut against her esophagus. She swayed, no doubt cutting her insides even more, but the two hands reached up and steadied her head so the audience member could guide the sword deeper into her gullet.

Perry stared with awe as the blade sank deeper and deeper into Ann, easily impaling her throat. There was a moment hesitation, about where the tip would be impaling her stomach.

The woman released the blade and it stuck out of Ann's mouth by a foot and a half. It wasn't for long though, as the woman got another grip higher up on the blade and shoved further down.

Ann spasmed, her eyes rolling up her head.

The audience member grabbed the hilt and drove it down, shoving the blade far into Ann's body until the hilt clicked against Ann's teeth.

"And that is---"

The woman surprised Perry by grabbed the blade and suddenly twisting hard. There was a wet ripping noise as it tore open Ann's throat, lips, and stomach. A wet gurgle filled the stage.

She twisted the blade the other way, a short brutal movement.

Ann shook and collapsed, her corpse slipping from the hands of her helpers and smacking loudly into the puddle of blood at her feet.

The woman wiped the blood from her hands and looked directly at Perry. She gave a grim smile. "The bitch left me."

There really wasn't anything for Perry to say. He turned and headed off stage.