Chapter 8: Mercedes Carretero

"Welcome back to Perry Singer! Today we are asking of porn stars are nothing but whores who give out to the highest bidder or are they willing to go the extra mile without being paid an arm and a leg?"

The audience was still stunned by the previous scenes but they obediently applauded when the light went on.

Perry glanced over at the center of the stage. The hands had set up a tarp underneath a massive industrial grinder. The logo had been painted over and replaced with a Perry Singer one. It was a nice touch. There were also a lot more cameras focused on the top.

The opening was large enough to drop a full-sized cow into the steel funnel. At the bottom were four rows of rollers covered in sharp blades easily six inches large. It looked like the ones on the videos chewing up computers, hard drives, and even cars. Of course, it would be working with a lot softer material today.

The engineers for the show had altered the side of the device to have a Plexiglas opening that revealed the additional cutters and grinders inside. A couple covered lights ensured that everything would be visible even when it was stuffed full of cunt and tits.

With the monitors panning around the grinder, Perry strode in the opposite direction and addressed the audience. "Our sixth star is the incomparable Mercedes Carretero! This beautiful thirty-something has been in over three hundred films and is a living legend in the Latino communities."

"You better fucking believe it!" said Mercedes as she rushed out from behind the curtain. She was only wearing a pair of heels and her entire body had been slicked down with oil. She glistened with every step, her breasts bounced and jiggled in the perfect way as she came up to face Perry. Her chest rose up as she planted her fists on her hips.

Perry smiled.

She smelled of sex and olive oil. She also had a fire in her eyes that made him worry, the others were glassy-eyed but she wasn't. "What's shoved up your ass, gringo?"

He kept the smile on his lips as he stared into her eyes. For a moment, he wondered if she was going to ruin everything.

"What asshole is going to snuff me?"

Surprised, Perry couldn't say anything for a moment.

Mercedes turned to the audience. "Which one of you fucks wanted to shove me into that thing?"

"Drop," said Perry.

"What?"

"We're going to drop you into it. Feet first." He gestured up to a pulley already set up above the grinder.

"Well, that is more like it. And who's the cunt who gonna snuff me?"

Perry chuckled. He looked out at the audience. "Why don't we have Mr. Moles head on up here?"

Mr. Moles was an older man in his forties with a bald spot and a neat suit. His tie was bright red and matched his shoes. He left his bowler hat on his seat, Perry wished the man brought it along.

By the time Mr. Moles was up on the stage, he was gasping with exertion. "T-Thank you!"

"No problem. Why don't you give Mercedes a hug?"

She looked over Mr. Moles and shrugged. "He fucked my ass earlier but why not?"

Perry had to admire her effort though. When she hugged him, she had one hand on his crotch and the other holding him against her firm breasts. His mouth was practically on her nipple, but she did nothing to pull it away.

"Well, shall we get started?" asked Perry.

Mercedes lead Mr. Moles over to the grinder. One of the stage hands rushed out and handed some rope to Mr. Moles.

The excited man wrapped the rope around Mercedes' wrist but it easily slipped off the oiled skin. Coils of it hung from the ceiling and puddled around his feet. He frowned and tried again but her naked body was too slick to keep the rope.

"Got a problem?" asked Perry. He could see another stage hand holding hooks right off stage.

"Y-Yes. The rope keeps coming off."

"Think we should use something better?"

"Like what?" asked Mr. Moles.

Perry gestured for the hand.

The young woman in black came out and handed Mr. Moles the large butcher hooks. each one was ten inches long with sharp points.

Mr. Moles had a huge bulge in his pants as he looked up at Mercedes and then at the hooks.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. Holding out her wrists, she smiled. "Come on, you little prick. Shove it in."

With shaking hands, Mr. Moles grabbed her right wrist and pressed the hook up to the join. The cameras picked up as her skin dimpled and then a droplet of blood dripped off the top.

The audience sighed with lust as it displayed on the monitors.

Mercedes let out a hiss of pain but held herself still. "Come on, shove it in. Harder, harder," she whispered.

Mr. Moles did, shoving the sharp point into her delicate flesh. It sank deeper into her as he guided into to the hard point between her arm bones and below the wrist.

After an eternity, it came out the other side.

She shuddered as it pierced the skin.

Mr. Moles gripped tighter and shoved it completely into place, seating it firmly into her joint.

The other hand took just as long. It was erotic and tender how he shoved the meat hook into place. When he finished, he pulled back and adjusted his cock.

Mercedes shuddered and Perry could see the pain diminishing her fire for a moment. But she bit her bottom lip before holding her pierced wrists in front of her.

This time, Mr. Moles easily threaded the rope into the eye holes of the hook and tied them tightly into place. He grabbed the other end of the rope and began to draw it up, quickly at first but slower as it grew taut.

Mercedes slowly lifted her arms above her head, the effort flattening her breasts and straining her muscles. It was a tabla of beauty before Mr. Moles pulled the rope even tighter. He had to draw out a large amount of rope, but he could easily pick Mercedes off the ground.

Her red, fuck-me pumps dangling from her delicate feet as Mr. Moles continued to pull the rope, drawing her higher. She kicked her feet, giving the audience flashes of her well-fucked pussy and trim legs.

A pair of stage hands up on the lights came over and pushed the pulley over to bring Mercedes to dangle over the grinder.

She continued to kick out. Blood ran down her abused wrists as she clasped her hands in an apparent effort to relieve her pain. Perry was sure she was in agony but she didn't do anything more than gasp as they stopped with her right above the grinder.

Mr. Moles held the rope with both hands. He inched to the front to look through the Plexiglas shield of the grinder.

Perry stepped forward and addressed the audience. "What do you say? Should we turn it on?"

They didn't need any prompting. As one, they jumped to their feet and began to cheer. "Grind! Grind! Grind!"

The grinder turned on. Unlike the saw blade, it was a deep guttural sound that shook the stage. The bass speakers underneath it didn't hurt as the entire floor shook from the synthesis and the vibrations. The grinder was powerful, Perry had seen how easily it could chew through wood and metal and he couldn't wait to see it ravage Mercedes' beautiful legs.

Mr. Moles had the same idea. He let the rope slip a little through his rope.

Mercedes' feet dipped toward the spinning wheels. Wind fluttered her hair as it blew past her. A droplet of cum dripped from her pussy lips and splashed against the blades.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Perry said, "why don't we get a little messy? You may want to put the plastic sheets up."

Most of the audience rushed to do so, though there were a few folks in the front row still enjoying their blow jobs and fucking that didn't bother. They were probably going to get off when they were splattered.

Perry started to say something but Mercedes' scream ripped across the stage. He looked around sharply to see that one foot had already caught in the grinder. The other was only inches above it, the blades shredding her shoe. Blood splattered as flecks of bone and flesh plastered against the Plexiglas.

Cameras zoomed into show the ragged end of her leg. The blades had already torn her up to her ankle, the cutting almost liquefying her flesh as it chewed through her lower leg bones.

Mr. Moles had an intense look of lust and desire on his face as he lowered her further into the grinder and then pulled her up to reveal the ragged, dripping ends of her legs. Shards of bone stuck out of the shredded flesh, the white tips flecked with the rivers of crimson that poured out of her.

Mercedes continued to scream and writhe. No matter how much hypnosis managed to control her, there was nothing that would stop the agony.

Mr. Moles lowered the rope again, slowly feeding her thrashing body into the slicing grinder. He jerked and pulled the rope, giving her only microseconds of relief from the blades before lowered her again.

The grinder didn't even slow as it tore through her thighs and rapidly traveled up toward her bloody sex.

The cameras zoomed as far as they would go.

Mr. Moles surprised Perry when he slowed down just millimeters away from the blades tearing into her cunt. He let it slip slightly, the blades ripped into the labia and splattered it against the front rows of the audience. When he pulled up, there was nothing to hide the blood, ragged wound that was her sex.

He lifted his hand and her body sank into the blades. Her right leg was ripped free of her body and sucked into the machine. Blood spurted everywhere.

When Mr. Moles pulled up again, there was exposed organs beginning to swell out of the holes in her body. She was screaming but her throat was raw. She thrashed violently, which only sent sprays of blood across the audience.

The rope lowered and her body sank further into the grinders. It tore through her belly, ripping her intestines and organs out of her chest in a matter of seconds. Bones flew in the air.

She managed to survive longer than Perry expected, but there was no more light in her eyes when the blades reached the bottom of her sternum. Her insides were liquefied and pouring out the other end of the grinder, a thick tube of raw meat, the remains of a sexy woman.

That didn't stop Mr. Moles from continued to raise and lower her into the blades. He took his time to grind up her body. By the time he was done, the entire stage was drenched in blood, the audience covered in gore, and Perry was left marveling at the skill the older man demonstrated.

Too soon, it was over. The grinder turned off and came to a halt.

The stage was silent except for the drip of blood and the soft moans and gasps of the audience.

Perry thought of a thousand things to say. None of them felt right. He cleared his throat. "We'll continue after these messages."