Chapter 9: Bailey Love

Perry came out on the stage. "Six lovely stars in the last two hours. How has that been?"

The applaud light flashed and the audience cheered with a bit less enthusiasm than he hoped. They were distracted though, many of them still fucking and sucking in the audience chairs. There was a younger woman getting gang-banged in one of the aisles and there were at least three guys waiting in line to shove their hard cocks into whatever hole presented itself.

He could see blowjobs and ass fucking everywhere. The sight of seeing six stars snuffed on television apparently removed many of the audience's limitations and they were going at it as if the world was going to end.

Perry chuckled to himself. That was an unexpected bonus for him. The cameras were discretely catching all the audience going at it always. It would make a good video to sell on the side; after all, they all consented to be recorded when they entered the studio.

He let the cameras pan over the orgy for a moment and then signals for them to come back. Rolling the microphone in his hand, he looked out across the stage. "Well, we aren't done yet."

There was a noticeable quieting of the applause.

"We seen decapitations and spikes. We've seen a buzz saw soak the stage."

The cameras panned to the folks with blood still on their face.

"Hell, we've seen some of the ultimate fucks. But is it too far? Is there something that these stars won't do for a few bucks or just because the fans ask? Well, our next one on the stage has said she would do anything for a dollar, here is Bailey Love!"

The audience stopped fucking as Bailey came out on the stage. To Perry's surprise, she had a fair amount of clothing on. But it didn't stay on long as Baily strode across and began to strip. A rousing beat flooded the studio as she shook her tits and hips before dragging each piece of clothing off her body and tossing it into the audience.

Perry couldn't help but nod along with the beat as he watched her beautiful breasts slipping into view and then later her bare pussy. The puffy mound looked almost good enough to eat. Of course, it wouldn't be by the time they were done but they didn't have to know that.

Bailey swung around and shook her bare ass and pussy out at the audience. The bold ones reached up for her and she obediently lowered her body until they could slip their fingers into her glistening cunt and sphincter. No doubt a hundred guys had fucked her holes but they looked just as tight as they were fingered up on the big monitors.

He had to adjust his cock slightly.

After the appropriate time for Bailey to move along the entire stage to get fingered, he gestured for her to come to him.

She did, the faint haze in her eyes still perceptible to those who knew to look for it. Coming up, she pressed her soft breasts and body tight against his. It was warm and hot, tickling his skin even through his suit. "Hi, Sexy."

Perry smiled. "Bailey, you've seen the rest of your group willing to do anything for a little pay."

Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she beamed a smile at him. "Not really, I was being fucked pretty hard in the back stage."

A ripple of laughter.

"Well, you heard it at least."

"I also saw the results."

"What did you think?"

"I don't think I have ever seen anything sexier. She gave the fans exactly what they paid for, every last bit."

"So, are you willing to do the same thing?"

There was the briefest of hesitations, her eyes almost coming into focus.

A hush from the audience.

Bailey smiled. "Of course, sugar!"

"So, a couple in the audience members have a request."

"Anything."

"They want to see you impale yourself on a spike, a big thick spit actually."

She inhaled. "That sounds... fantastic."

"They'll pay you extra, of course. After all, you'd do anything for fans who pay, right?"

"Of course!"

"Well, why don't we bring down the John and Chloe Cooper?"

The Coopers were a middle-aged couple. John had balding hair but looked like worked out. His pectorals were visible through his gray t-shirt. His wife was a stunner, she had a compact body but wide hips and large breasts. She had a matching t-shirt on which highlighted the peaks of her nipples. Together they came down to the stage while holding each other's hands.

Bailey greeted them like an old friend. "Hello, sugars!"

The couple groped and stroked along Bailey's body, their eyes bright withe excitement as they explored her curves and crannies. The cameras drank it in as Chloe fingered Baily with a soft gasp. "So warm."

While they made out, the stage hands brought Bailey's fate onto the stage. It looked like a short staircase, only a dozen steps, but it was split in half so there was a slot down the middle. The steps were pretty steep, so the top was easily six feet off the ground. There was no railing.

The audience silenced immediately. Between the two sets of stairs was a single eight foot long spit. About a inch thick of proper American steel, it ended in a sharp point. Along the length were tick marks to measure every inch. It looked like a giant, obscene ruler.

There was no question what she was going to do. Perry knew it, the audience knew it. However, seeing it on the stage, ready and waiting was an intense rush that Perry couldn't deny. He wanted to throw Bailey on the spit himself after fucking her one last time.

Clearing his throat, he brought the cameras on them. "Well, John and Chloe, I think you should pay Bailey and let's get going."

The couple dug into their pockets and each one pulled out a tattered dollar bill. It took the stage hands a while to find the money and give it to the Coopers during the audience break, but it made a good show as they handed them to her.

Bailey smiled and kissed both of them. She handed the money to Perry before leading the Coopers to her fate. "Come on, sugars, time to see what I can do."

The couple had their hands all over Gaily as they helped her up on the stairs. She had to work her way around the spit. John took a few steps up himself to keep Bailey balanced as she carefully stepped over the tip of the spit and planted her high-heeled shoes on each side.

The tip of the spit was only inches from her glistening exposed pussy.

Chloe crawled up the steep stairs to hold Bailey's other hand with both of hers. She was flushed and excited. One of the cameras got a good shot of her rear where her pussy had soaked through her jeans.

"Well, what does everyone say?" Perry asked.

No one was talking as they watched John stroke the spit, running his hand up and down a few times before sliding his fist up to the tip and stretching his digits up to spread open Bailey's pussy.

"Oh, that feels good, love," gasped the porn star.

He fingered her a few times, plunging his fingers deep into her pussy before drawing them out. A few artful droplets of her juices clung to his digits as he spread her labia wide open. "Down a little?"

Chloe held Baily's hand tightly as the porn star slowly lifted her foot from the step and started down. Her body sank down on the spit, guided by John's hand. There was a moment of hushed anticipation as the point passed between John's outstretched fingers.

"Oh," gasped Bailey and she shuddered. Her foot dangled over the edge, an inch away from the next step.

John strained to hold her up. "Come on, just a little further."

With a gasp, she pushed her foot down and the spit sank down deeper. The inches disappeared into her pussy. She stopped for a moment, a tear in her eye, and then she stamped her foot down.

"How does that feel?" whispered Chloe.

"It hurts, it cut me."

Chloe moaned.

John spoke up. "Do you want to stop?"

Bailey shook her head. "You paid for this."

A droplet of red blood ran down the spit.

The couple stroked her a few times before Chloe held up her hand. "Ready for the next step?"

"Y-Yes."

Baily lifted her foot and started down. Another inch sank into her pussy. A shudder coursed along her insides, tightening her trim muscles, but she managed to step all the way down before a dribble of blood joined the first.

Both of the Coopers were flushed with lust as they reached up to stroke the junction of the spit and star. Their fingers came away bloody. They looked at each other before Chloe nodded.

"Another one," said John. He held Baily's hand up to give her balance.

Baily moaned in agony and lust as she stepped down. Four inches of the spit shoved deep into her pussy. It was no doubt piercing her vagina or even into her womb. It didn't matter, it was sexy as hell.

Perry stroked his cock discretely as he watched the Coopers encourage another step from Baily. The spit sank deeper into her as she seated it firmly inside her.

"How is it?" asked John.

"The ultimate fuck," gasped Baily. "It hurts but it is so thick. It feels good."

The spit was soaked with her blood but the cameras could easily see the inches sliding into her as she took another step. Each one was slow, painfully, and erotic. Each one slipped past her blood-slicked pussy and forced the point deeper into her body.

One of the stage hands had found a laser pointer or something. A red dot flashed up against her body right where the point was. It bobbed for a second then stopped moving; Perry could see someone tying it down to a railing behind the audience.

"Well," Perry said with broken voice of his own. "shall we continue?"

The audience clapped, a scattered applause as they watched with open-jawed shock.

The Coopers had to take a step down themselves. Chloe cupped Bailey's pussy, her fingers pressed against the bloody opening. John grabbed her breasts, mauling it with one hand as he held her hand with his other.

"One more," encouraged Chloe.

Shuddering, Baily took another step. It was slow and she seemed to hang for a moment before suddenly stepping hard. She shook as tears ran down her cheeks. The laser pointer showed that the point as entered into her stomach.

Another step brought it up to the bottom her ribs. Her breasts were slick with sweat, her pussy splayed open on the thick metal. Blood ran down both sides, frothing at the opening as Chloe fingers and teased her around the metal.

Perry held his breath.

John encouraged Baily to take another step. "Come on, one more."

Baily, tears in her eyes, nodded obediently. She planted her hand on John's shoulder and then lifted her foot. Her body rose up on the spit, leaving a bloody smear, but then sank down further as the metal drove deep into her rib cage. Her entire body shuddered.

They moved faster, guiding her down another step and then another. Each one sank deeper into her body as the laser pointer showed the spike traveling up past her beautiful breasts.

Chloe reached up to tilt her head back. Her fingers left bloody smears on Bailey's neck as they helped her down the last step.

The cameras zoomed in just as the spit pushed out past her plump lips. It was n erotic sight seeing the bloody point hovering in the air, impaling the porn star completely from lips to lips.

"Fuck," gasped Perry knowing that the censors would beep that out. It didn't matter that they were going to snuff another woman on stage, it was the principle. He flicked off the microphone and moaned.

The Coopers seated Bailey firmly on the spit. She was standing in a puddle of blood on the ground. Her thighs were bloody and her body shook violently from being impaled. She was breathing, barely, but her breasts heaved and shook with the last of her dying breath.

There was an applause, at first only a few people but soon the audience was cheering.

He waited until it died down. "Well now," Perry said. "Now some of you might be thinking we faked this. John? Will you do the honors?"

John reluctantly tore his gaze away from the spitted porn star. His cock was swollen and soaking into his pants also. He looked in confusion before realizing that one of the stage hands held out a knife for him. He took it. "Oh!"

Chloe snatched the blade from his grip. "I get to do this."

John moaned and smiled.

The wife took the tip of the blade and pressed it against Bailey's spasming belly, right above the navel. Without much hesitation, she jammed it into the taut belly of the porn star.

Baily managed to shudder in pain.

Chloe cut open the star's belly, first slicing up until the blade was stopped by her ribs. Then she took a deep breath and shoved down, widening the cut until the blade seemed to get stuck her pelvis. Her cheeks flushed with excitement and smeared with blood, she cut to the side and back again, widening the cut until coils of intestines and other organs swelled out of the opening.

Then, with a sucking noise, Bailey's guts began to pour out onto the floor.

Chloe dropped the knife and shoved her hand in, burrowing past the falling organs to grab something.

It only took a moment to see past the blood-soaked hand and the pouring organs to see that Chloe had grabbed the spit inside Bailey and was pumping it like a large cock.

John joined it, grabbed intestines and yanking them out. He wasn't gentle either, he shoved great handfuls and pulled them out in a long swoop. Blood splattered across the stage as he violently, animalistically disemboweled the expiring porn star.

The wet splatters of organs and guts hitting the ground was an appropriate way to end the segment. Perry didn't have to do anything, just signal for the lights to dim and for him to walk off stage.