“Hello! And welcome everyone to the Sailor Scouts Snuff Show! In every episode, we look at a request by you, our audience, and if we decide to go for it, well, you'll still have to pay!” The voice of Sailor Moon came over the moving sign advertising their services.

On the program, the five scouts stood relaxed in a line. “We do apologize for our extended summer vacation,” Moon bowed in apology. “I can neither confirm nor deny that there is a tribe of cannibals in South America that has had a couple months of feasting.”

From left to right, the five were lined up in order of the position of their namesakes astronomically. Mercury, Venus, Moon, Mars, Jupiter. The five Sailor Snuff Scouts! In a row, their white leotards were adorned with the bow ties and frilly skirts of their uniforms. Blue, yellow, gold, red and green.

“But now that we're back, it is time to return to our gracious requests! And so many of them have piled up over the summer!” Moon put one finger to her lips as she tilted her head in thought. “I mean, we could do one of those nice rounds where all five of us do something at once, but honestly, we just came back from that.”

The other Senshi nodded in agreement. “We do have a couple options...” Mercury said. “Were there any you were interested in?”

“Nothing with eating,” Jupiter said. “Had enough of that for a while.” The other Senshi agreed with motions of their heads, or their words.

“You heard her, Mercury.” Moon said. “Nothing like that please. Something simple, I think.”

“Alright,” the blue-haired Senshi replied as she tapped a few commands into her portable computer. “Here,” she passed it to Moon, who read it over. “Simple, quick, and painful. Probably.”

“I like it!” Moon said in triumph. “Dear Sailor Snuffettes,” she started to read aloud. “My friends and I are having a problem. Can you spit a live woman properly, and if so, which hole is the best? Thanks, M and A.”

“Sounds easy enough,” Venus said. “You know, I haven't been fucked like that in a while, I think I'll go!”

“We have Venus!” Moon announced, “Anyone else want to go with her? The request does say up to three.”

There was some murmuring, but in the end, no one else wanted to go. “Very well then! We shall contact M and A and arrange payment. Our next video will involve Venus getting spitted like a pig!”

* * *

Venus waited on the marble table for her killers. Above her, the stage lights shone down on her body, the long wait was for the cameras remotely operated by Mercury to do their thing. As she sat, waiting, she reached out to take into her hands one of the long poles that she could find herself riding very shortly. The aluminum rod was only an inch or so thick, as it was a common misconception that larger was better. Too big, and you would do too much damage on your way through, and smaller made it easier to lose track of the tip. The idea that they bent under the weight of the woman who rode them was folly, she knew from experience on both sides, as the mass of the meat was well distributed.

From behind her, she could hear approaching footsteps. She put on her best smile and hopped off the table to greet the people.

To her surprise, one of the approaching people was a woman. The two of them were all wearing body obscuring clothes, as well as a wrap to prevent people from getting a good look at their faces, not that Mercury would let her cameras get one. “Hello,” she said as she leaned on the pole. “Here to run this through me?”

The woman spoke up. “Yes we are. Thank you for agreeing to this,” she bowed politely.

Venus returned the gesture. “Have you decided how to go about this?”

The two looked at each other in confusion. “Not really,” the man said. “Strip.”

Venus, goddess of love, had a body to match, which is why she tried to stay covered up when not on the job. As she got around to removing her leotard, she noted the bulges from the man's crotch. It was a typical reaction, so she paid it no serious attention. And there was no need to make a performance out of it, so she quickly divested herself of everything else. “Do you wish some advice?” she asked as she put one hand on her hip, and let the other keep her long golden hair out of her face.

“What do you want to say?” the woman responded.

“Well, there are three ways to do a woman,” Venus said as she reclaimed her pole. She liked this one. “Mouth,” she pointed at hers, “cunt and anus,” she indicated the appropriate parts of her. “There are advantages and disadvantages to each.”

“Which are?” the man said this time.

“Well, if you start with the anus, you're running up against the spine pretty quickly,” Venus turned profile to them, and held the pole beside her to demonstrate. “Not to mention that unless you've done your work ahead of time – and I have, naturally – then you'll also be running this through the shitter, which means a whole host of possible problems.”

“Up the cunt,” she moved the pole forward just a bit, “is easy access from behind, as well as a nice long run before you start encountering resistance. “Problem there is, well, a lot of time, the guy doing it wants to have some fun as well, and it's not that easy to stick your dick where there's a metal shaft in the way. And,” she said with a tone of warning, “going in that hole keeps you away from any stabilizing bone structure until you reach the ribs. Too easy to get on a bad angle.”

“Finally the mouth.” Venus smiled with hers. “Easy access, nice and wide. And it makes sure the head is in the right position to start. However, you can choke your girl this way very easy, and the stress of the neck bending to accommodate the pole affects the rest of the body.” She drew a line across her throat. “Best way to deal with that problem is to remove the head before spitting. Also has the nice benefit of stopping all those pesky involuntary motions.”

“Not gonna cut off your head,” the woman stated. “And he's not gonna fuck you,” she indicated the man's bulge. “No matter how much he fantasizes about that.”

“That's alright,” Venus said with a sly grin, “if you want to take care of that before we begin, go right ahead.”

“That won't be necessary,” the woman said harshly. “We're going to do you up your pussy, so lay down.”

As she was commanded, Venus hopped back onto the table and lay face up on it. Her legs hung over the edge, allowing for easy access. In her hands she held the pole still, this time held on a line that went between her legs, between her breasts and touching her nose. “Like this?”

“Exactly,” the man said as he took a hold of the pole – and not without coincidence put his hands on her tits in the process. “Do we strap her down?” he asked the woman.

“No,” she replied. “This is practice, remember. You can hold her down, and I'll use the pole.”

Eager, the man put one hand back on Venus' chest, not disguising his enjoyment at groping the nude woman. The other hand found its way between her legs where he fingered her pussy for a moment before spreading it wide. Venus was aroused a little at the rough handling. So many times people treated her gently due to her beauty, it was nice to experience this.

“So, sharp end in,” the woman said from down by Venus' feet. The Senshi held herself still as she waited for the cool metal tip to touch her, and she didn't have to wait long as the spike quickly found its way into her love canal. “Push in constantly, or what?”

“Constant pressure is better, but you may need to apply force to break through the uterus,” Venus replied without hesitation. “I'm tougher than a normal person, so don't be afraid to...!” She hissed sharply as the woman slid the pole into her, cutting Venus slightly as the point scraped along her vagina. “Force it!”

The woman leaned into the pole, and it broke out of the vagina and into the uterus with a sudden pop. Venus gasped in pleasure and pain at the sudden change, her own arousal working wonders to keep it more of the former and less of the latter. “Keep going!” She said as the man tried hard to keep her in place.

Resetting her grip, the woman pushed on the pole, letting it slide through the small empty space inside Venus before reaching the upper wall. “Push!” Venus said, even as she felt like it was further in than it really was. Such was her sensitivity.

The woman did, straining against the slick metal, watching where the pole entered their willing victim and where blood and other fluids came out. “Almost...!” She grunted, then let go. “You're right, you're a tough bitch.”

Venus took the compliment well. “Enjoying the view?” She asked the man. “Helpless like this?” Her response was in the eyes. He was indeed.

There was no warning this time as the woman slammed the end of the pole with the palm of her hand, hammering at it, pushing it into the last barrier between it and Venus' internal organs. One more and Venus felt like the dildo between her legs was malfunctioning. But still going in.

Another hit, and she felt something pop inside her. “AAAhhHH!” she yelled out as she refused to react by thrashing. The woman returned to where she started and knelt to examine her work. Apparently not satisfied, the woman pulled out the pole a bit and then slammed it forward again, this time punching cleanly through Venus' uterus and into her intestines.

“You're right, this is easier,” she said as she slid the pole slowly but surely farther into her.

“Keep it low,” Venus said, feeling the pole threaten to poke into her skin from underneath. “You don't want to break out in my guts, do you?”

“No, I suppose not. You,” she told the man, “move your hand up from her cunt and fell out where the point is.”

He did as he was told, moving his hand up, tracing the dense line as best he could until his experimental poking found the tip. “A little to the left,” he said, and the woman responded by adjusting her angle slightly. “Good, now forward.”

The tip pushed further up, and Venus was ready to hold her breath as the guiding fingers found their way to her diaphragm. “Careful, you damage that muscle too much, and I start to breath with my chest, which makes the rest harder.”

“Understood. Hold her,” the woman said before pushing the pole again. She watched in fascination as Venus' body took the long shaft still, reacting like it was normal sex. It was odd, seeing the little orgasms from this angle, but she also knew why she was here. And it wasn't to play tourist.

She pushed the pole up, following Venus' instructions as best she could, until their paid volunteer called out “Stop!”

Venus knew this was the limit. There would be no more. “Any further,” she had to speak carefully through controlled breathing, “and I won't be able to talk.” She gulped to clear her throat. “You'll start to get in the way of the lungs. Once that starts, I'll start to suffocate as I won't get all the air I need. Keep the pole straight until it reaches my neck, then tilt my head back and slowly advance the pole up my throat. You do it right, and you'll see it compress my vocal cords before emerging out my mouth. It should pin my tongue in place, and my jaws should be kept open so you don't get caught on the teeth.” She rushed through her explanation knowing what was coming. “Once you see the tip come out, push another foot or so to clear everything, and you'll be done.”

“And what happens then?” the man asked, curious.

“I stay here until internal bleeding, or lack of oxygen kills me,” Venus admitted. “You get to watch and wait, or do your own thing, then leave.”

“Sounds slow,” the man observed.

“It is,” Venus admitted. “Very. Usually the woman is killed by this point, but you wanted to do this to a live partner.”

The woman responded with a lick of her lips. “Last words?”

“Yeah,” Venus said. “Next time, I'm going to share the fun!”

With that, the woman advanced the pole further into Venus, cutting off her hair supply as promised. The man held her down as she started to choke a little, but the ribs prevented the pole from puncturing the skin. Another length was inserted, and the man spotted the tip trying to push out at the top. “Lower it,” he said to the woman as he reached under Venus' neck to lift it into a straight line with the pole. He could see life in her eyes still, an eagerness to see this through to the end.

The spit slid cleanly up her throat now, guided the last few inches by the two working together until the tip emerged, covered in saliva and blood, from Venus' mouth. “Push another couple hands worth,” he said.

The woman did. She saw how every bit she put in was reflected in the same distance coming out less than four feet away. So much effort for such a short distance.

Then it was done. The two stepped back and watched as Venus' body heaved, trying to get more air. Her breasts were stiff and pointed, the blood flowing around her body engorging everything they could to keep them alive with oxygen, yet she did nothing else, even reaching out to touch the metal spit that was slowly killing her.

“So, that's a thing,” the man said. “Kinda easy, I think.”

“Well,” the woman said in return. “You think you'll be ready for me when we get home?”