Chapter 7: Veronica Vagnozzi

Perry to himself as he paced back and forth behind the curtain. His hand was balled into a fist but he couldn't relax to even fake a smile or unclench his aching fingers. In his head, the conversation with the producer continued to play over and over; the risk-adverse bastard had threatened to pull the plug on the show. Apparently having beautiful woman slaughtered on the stage was enough to turn his stomach.

He rolled his eyes. The show was going to be fantastic and pull in more rating than any other one in history. It would cement their status as the gold standard, but only if the producer would relent.

"Mr. Singer?" It was one of his assistants, a meek-looking girl who made a fantastic cup as cappuccino and knew how to give a proper blow job.

"Yeah?"

"Mr. Gray has a message for you." She held out a scrawled piece of paper.

Perry's eyes narrowed as he took it. It was short, "If we get sued, it's your ass."

He smiled. Turning to the assistant, his smile grew wider as a surge of lust ran along his cock. "Go tell the hands to get Veronica's bit ready. And then go tell Gray that I agree."

"Yes, sir."

Perry let out a sigh of relief. Why did things have to be so hard? Turning around, he glanced across the far emptier stage to where the last few women were remaining. Their bodies strained against inappropriate bikini tops or spilled out of robes.

The next victim, Veronica Vagnozzi, was the one in a bikini. The yellow fabric did nothing to hide her hard nipples or contain her breasts. They also accented more than covered her bare pussy. The fabric had nestled between her swollen lips which still glistened from her recent cleaning after being gang banged for almost an hour. She had a beautiful smile, which she currently was favoring on the makeup artist brushing the cum out of her hair.

He turned and headed for the stage. "Are we about ready?"

"Yeah," said the laid-back stage hand. "We got the table and saw out as soon as we saw him passing notes instead of firing you."

Perry tensed but then chuckled. The stage hands knew which side their money was buttered, most of them were looking at a discrete bonus from Perry himself if the show succeeded. "Thanks, man."

"No problem, go nail that bitch."

With a grin, Perry patted the hand on the back. "Wouldn't that be saw?"

"Yeah, didn't sound good." With deft fingers, the hand slid the levers and the stage lights grew brighter. "You're on."

"Good job." Perry strode out from behind the curtain and headed next to a large circular saw set on the middle of the stage. It was huge, with at least eight feet of table on either side of a comically large blade. It was off, of course, but he already knew there was a 220-volt motor powering the blade. When it was turned on, it would chop through a car hood like butter.

The audience lights flashed and the applause rolled across the stage. It beat against his chest and he felt the familiar thrill of being the center of attention. He held up his hands to slowly quiet the clapping.

"Sorry about the time, folks, we had a few technical difficulties we had to work on. Apparently something this powerful requires a few permits."

It was a lie but it brought a ripple of gasps and moans across the audience. Most of them had returned after fucking the stars. That didn't stop all of them though, he saw more than a few folks on their knees between the legs of others. To his delight, there were men and women giving head. The smell of sex was a perfume in the air, it cut the scent of death nicely.

"We are half done with these lovely ladies and not one has backed out at the last minute. I guess they really will do anything for their fans but let's see if that continues, shall we?"

Applause answered him.

"Our next star is the lovely Veronica Vagnozzi."

About half the audience rose up to clap loudly. The others were still fucking.

"What will our extreme fans ask of her?"

It was obvious they already knew, there was an industrial saw in the middle of the stage. There was also plastic covers for the first three rows of the audience. Despite that, the crowd was ecstatic as they stomped their feet and waved their hands in the air. "Cut her in half!"

He grinned broadly, it was always great when the guests were easily lead to where he wanted them to go. On the right side of the seats, he could see a young man in his late twenties almost bouncing out of his seat. His short dark hair fluttered with every movement and he had a wife-beater shirt for the current presidential asshole. It was one of the two who made the suggestion before and no doubt the guy thought he was going to be it.

"Do you want to see who suggested what we see here? Who are Veronica's favorite fan."

The guy stood up out of his seat, clutching the edge like an anchor.

"Well..." Perry drawled for a moment, "there were actually two. Jason Nebis---"

The young man practically screamed as he threw himself out of the chair.

"---and Mary Janet. Why don't you come down here and get your chance!"

Mary was a sweet-looking girl with a rounded face and brilliant green eyes. She also had a killer rack barely contained in a tight sweater. Unlike Jason, she was demure as she walked down to the stage and then up the stairs.

Jason flew past Perry toward Veronica who was just walking out from the curtains.

Mary, on the other hand, came up to Perry. "Thank you," she whispered and gave him a kiss. It was soft and she smelled of cherries.

The monitors were focused on Jason who was hugging Veronica tightly. His hands were already underneath the string of her bikini bottom, stroking her ass with wide fingers as he fingered her right on television. The cameras drank it up, with three of them capturing every detail.

Perry slipped his arm around Mary and guided her around the saw blade. "So, Jason and Mary both said they would love to see Veronica cut in half. Though I think he was hoping for a hand saw, I thought a table saw would be far more fitting."

Applause.

Mary slipped away from him to return to the saw. He turned and watched as she reached out with a trembling hand to stroke the blade. Her other hand rose up and cupped her breast as she traced her fingertip along the sharp edge. Perry would have bet a thousand dollars that she had a sloppy cunt already.

He couldn't dream of watching Mary on the saw. Instead, he returned to Jason and Veronica. "How are you doing?"

Veronica shrugged but said nothing. She hadn't said a word since she came on stage. Perry looked into her eyes and saw the tell-tale glazed look of the hypnotized woman but there was something else, she just wasn't excited or terrified.

"So Mary and Jason want to see your pretty body naked on that saw. What do you say?"

"Sure," came the soft reply.

"Well, Jason, want to help her get out of her clothes?"

The young man jumped at the offer. He tore at her bikini top, leaving red marks across her skin as he yanked it off. With a moan, he grabbed her large breasts and mauled them. The perky nipples stuck out between his fingers.

She gasped and clutched his shoulder but didn't do more than lean into the movement. It was erotic, but after seeing the previous four women, it felt muted. She would scream just as well when the time came, so it didn't matter.

Jason shoved his hand down the front of Veronica's bottom and fingered her obscenely. As he did, he shoved the fabric aside and the cameras zoomed in as he fingered her roughly.

"So, Jason?" asked Perry.

"Yeah."

"You think Mary wants a chance?"

The young man didn't move out of the way.

Mary walked past Perry. "It's okay."

She headed around the two and came up behind Veronica. She slipped her arms around the porn star's narrow waist and ground her chest against Veronica's back. Without a word of her own, she reached around to cup the large breasts.

There was something different about how the two people mauled Veronica's breasts. Where Jason attacked, Mary was almost methodological in how she squeezed and stroked.

Mary's actions worked and some of the excitement returned to Veronica's eyes. She leaned back and turned her head to kiss Mary. Soft moans filled the stage, interrupting the occasional moans and cries of the fucking audience.

Perry let it go on for a moment and then interrupted them. "Come on, we need to get going. Jason, would you be willing to lead her over?"

Jason jammed his fingers into Veronica's cunt and pulled her toward the saw. He was grinning as he practically shoved her into the metal.

Veronica hissed at the cold metal.

It was Mary who held her hand and helped her up.

Seeing the two putting Veronica was a study of contrast. Jason was rough and demanding, Mary was sweet and kind. It wasn't long before Veronica was stretched out on the saw with the blade between her ankles. Her hips rose and fell in time with Mary's tracing of her pussy lips from tip to bottom.

Jason had returned to mauling her breasts.

The audience was watching with rapt attention. Even the fucking had stopped as the cameras swung in to capture every view of Veronica's death. There were close-ups of her nipples, Mary fingering her pussy, and even her nipples rolling in Jason's hands.

He watched with his aching hardness. He drank in the sight of Veronica twisting and writhing, moans from Mary's manipulations and gasps from Jason's. Finally, Perry knew it was time to continue.

Clearing his throat, he interrupted them. "Why don't we start up the blade?"

Jason said, "Yeah!"

Mary looked around and found the comically large switch. She flipped it on.

The blade spun up, dimming the lights thanks to a talented electrician, before the whine filled the air. The wind blew past the blade and fluttered their hairs.

Mary gasped and looked at the blade. "It's beautiful," she whispered too quite for the microphones to pick it up. There was lust in her eyes, a hunger to be on the table instead of just having it.

Perry grinned and his lust grew. He stepped up. "Do you want to start it?"

"Hey, why not me?" snapped Jason.

Perry looked at him.

Jason backed off.

Mary was staring at Perry. "I can?"

Perry gestured for her.

With a gasp and a moan of her own, Mary looked around and then wrapped one hand around Veronica's ankle and the other against the firm belly. With trembling hands, she pulled the porn star toward the blade.

The dolly made it easy but time still seemed to slow down as the blade worked its way up between Veronica's spread thighs and up toward her pussy.

Four cameras focused on the point of the first cut, displaying them on screen.

There was no noise except for the whine of the blade. Veronica's writhing was silent and welcoming as the blade came up. It caught the first fold of her labia, just a bit of flesh that vaporized in a splatter of blood.

Veronica gasped. A tremor shook through her body.

Mary tugged her further down. Jason helped by pushing Veronica by her breasts.

The blade sliced into Veronica's pussy, tearing into flesh. Blood shot up high into the air, a spray that struck the second row of seats.

The porn star screamed out in agony, her voice rising up over the whine but it didn't matter.

Mary and Jason continued to feed her into the blade. Every inch peeled back flesh and exposed bone. The powerful blade snapped through Veronica's pubic, sending shards of bone in all directions. The blood was a thick spray that soaked the audience.

Perry felt a few splatters against his face.

The cameras caught as the blade left a bloody valley in Veronica's body. Organs were liquefied and torn out, wrapping a few times around the axle of the blade before tearing apart. Her legs shook violently as they were forced further apart.

Jason had an insane look his face as he pushed Veronica further into the blade. He was up on the saw blade, straddling Veronica's face as he did.

Mary stroked and teased Veronica as she pushed back on Jason's effort, slowing the cutting blade as it tore through a taut stomach.

The porn star's spine was utterly destroyed by the blade. She was screaming higher and higher pitch as she was ripped apart, slaughtered by the powerful cutting device.

The blade reached Veronica's sternum and began to tear into the ribs. Her screams became a gurgling gasp and then grew silent. She was still trying to move but her body was bisected from cunt to shoulder-blades and her actions only left her flopping on both sides.

Mary pulled her hands back, releasing Veronica with one last caress of her nipple before the saw cut along her cleavage.

With only Jason pushing, the rest of Veronica's body flew through the blade. It was wet and sloppy as a spray of blood covered almost the entire audience. Flecks of organs, bone, and soon brain were splattered against their faces but they were only applauding and cheering as they watched. It was surreal, an army of blood-covered people lost in their lust cheering for the death.

The blade finished cutting through Veronica's skull. The two sides of the porn star fell away, smacking loudly on the sides of the table as the whine of the blade died down.

Perry panted for a moment.

Jason snorted and slipped off the table. "Fuck that was good."

Mary said nothing, only stroked Veronica's body. Then, she reached up and closed the one eye facing her. The young woman was flushed as she turned back to look at Perry. "Thank you."

"Thank you, young lady."

As Mary headed back to her seat, Perry leaned over while he discretely turned off his microphone. "See me after the show," he said.

Mary looked up and there was a strange understanding between them. He knew what she wanted and he suspected she would be riding the saw in a private show for him.

His cock surged with the lust and he almost came.

The moment passed and she was heading back to her seat.

"That was..." Perry remembered to turn on the microphone. "How about that amazing generosity of Veronica Vagnozzi?"

The cheer light went on and everyone obeyed it.

"Well, right after this break, we'll find out if Mercedes is willing to follow in Veronica's footsteps... don't worry, if you didn't get doused in blood before, you will after her! Now, a few messages from our sponsors!"