Finished the rest of it.

***

There were many things that Tim the Program Director knew that most other people didn’t know. How to properly grill a girl flank and how to bring his wife to a shuddering orgasm using only the tip of your tongue were just some of the things Tim knew that others didn’t. But most importantly, Tim knew about the history of snuff news programming(news to die for!) because Tim was an integral part of the history of snuff news programming.

In the beginning, there were worries from the top that girls simply wouldn’t cream their panties while reading the news. Why tune into a broadcast that suggests the anchor woman might lose her head in a spray of cum and blood when the reality is that none of them would ever do that? How could you possibly bring to the table enough salacious details to make a woman pop her top every day or even every other day?

Tim was the one who came up with the idea to have someone always licking their pussy. Give good enough head and you can make reading the phone book without expression a difficult task. The higher ups were still skeptical. What about stage fright? That happens, a lot of girls can’t cum on camera. What about girls that don’t like girls? Are we going to use guys for them?

First of all, no men on the set. That just sets the wrong vibe and who knows when they’re going to go crazy with lust and just start fucking the host? Plus no one wants to see men die. Second, we can do auditions. Weed out the camera shy girls quickly. Third, what girl doesn’t like pussy? That’s a stupid question.

They still weren’t convinced. Six months of back and forth with no end in sight until a magical little chip was invented. A little chip placed surgically in the base of the neck would link to a remote. Press the button on the remote and it triggers the same nerve endings that are stimulated during sex. Press the button enough times and you can trigger an orgasm in less than thirty seconds.

So why don’t more people know about this wonder gadget? Well, in approximately five percent of recipients the chip may have not been able to be turned off. Ever. And it’s possible that the degradation in the chips over time may force them all into such a situation, resulting in orgasm after orgasm until the chip is removed.

Or death. Most likely death.

Every time it was death.

But what a death it was!

So why does all that matter? Well, first it provided a trial piece for the boardroom. Who cares if the girls can’t cum on their own? If we can ‘encourage’ a girl to blast her top live on TV, then there’s no downside. Simply put it in their contract to receive this magic chip and you have a little death insurance policy in place.

It worked great for about a month before the place had to shut down quietly. Too many important people started cumming to death and for some reason we could no longer buy them. Just because some stupid senator decided to start masturbating in session and couldn’t stop. The guy was an asshole anyway.

Tim still didn’t know what that all had to do with him and his news anchors, but decisions were made and the magic chip disappeared overnight. It wasn’t a tremendous blow to the process, though. They’d only needed to make use of the chip once and even that was probably unnecessary. The girl was a bit frigid, but was definitely warming up to being on camera all the time. Cindy also proved that even the most cold blooded bitch had a weak spot and she survived months of getting personally serviced by the hottest girls they could find.

So if the chip is gone, what’s the point? Well, the point is that what Darlene wants, Darlene gets.

Before heading off to the control room to watch, Tim headed off to a little used cupboard to retrieve a little black box.

***

A bird’s eye camera shot captured a disorganized scene as the News5You logo appeared and then shrunk into the corner. The corpse of Cindy Taylor sprawled off to the side, blood still dribbling out of her neck stump. Keen eyed views would be able to note cum dripping out of her slit and on her tits.

The new girl was sitting behind the glass table, her collar blinking erratically while a willowy brunette had already set upon her pussy. She looked confused and out of sorts, blushing so hard even her make-up couldn’t cover it up. She read her prompts haltingly and slurred some of her words.

“Hi, welcome to News5you, the news program w-with five more-no, with more news five you. I’m name place-holder and tonight the-no, wait. That’s not my name. I’m, uh,” she said, looking around at the empty studio full of mechanized cameras. Bewilderment evident on her face, she looked down into the vicious eyes of Darlene and she ran her razor tongue over the poor blonde’s clit. “I think, uh, I think I’m gonna die.”

As though the words she said had penetrated the fog in her mind, she hunched over Darlene’s head, cradling her as waves of passion rushed through her. She shook and trembled through her orgasm, her eyes distant and drool spilling out of her mouth. She was almost locked in place as a deadly orgasm washed over her, taking all thought along with it.

The blonde eventually crashed down into her chair, splayed out like a doll. For the briefest of moments, there was clarity and a smile on her face, before a beep sounded and an explosion shot off her head. Blood gushed out in twin fountains behind her, landing in the same path as Cindy’s as blonde followed blonde into death. The blood of the shortest lasting news anchor for News5You covered over the blood of the longest lasting news anchor.

With indifferent cruelty, Darlene pushed the corpse of the unknown woman off the chair and sat down. Her voice rang out with victory as she read the prompter, red light blinking triumphantly. She had visibly hard nipples and her crotch was practically swamped with juices.

“Hello, welcome to News5You, the news program with more news five you. I’m your host Darlene Sheen.

“Tonight the Population Control Center has put the Population Bomb at ‘thirty seconds to midnight’ with top scientists telling people that if we don’t start killing more people, more people will die. The alarming news has triggered local governments to start offering licenses to start hunting ‘population criminals’. They’re calling on all patriotic citizens to depopulate the area so that drastic measures aren’t required down the line.

“Local MILF breeder, Daren Hobbs, says that the PCC are overplaying the dangers and says quote ‘we’re killing people just fine already’.”

The feed cut to a pre-recorded interview showing a man’s censored face. In the background was what looked like a pool table and a beautiful redhead’s head mounted on the wall.

“I’m just trying to ensure that my son has all the opportunity to snuff girls that I’ve had. Do you know how many women I’ve killed? Almost as many as I’ve sired, I’ll tell you that! I admit I’m still a net-positive on the population, but I have a mission. Us redheads are going extinct and I’ll be damned if my boy can’t have the exquisite feeling of having a redhead die on his cock. Tell some of them dark haired bitches to stop fuckin’ if it’s such a problem! We’re endangered, dammit!”

Interview over, Darlene picked up her place on the teleprompter. Between her legs was a mop of brown hair, presumably licking her cunt.

“Daren Hobbs face was obscured to prevent being recognized in public. He has been labeled ‘dangerously fertile’ after impregnating ninety-seven women over a thirty-nine day period. The Director for the Population Control Center has asked that if anyone sees Daren Hobbs that they should quote ‘shoot him in the face’ end quote.”

***

Tim the Program Director exploded in rage as he watched his bitch wife be a bitch, bitchily. “Darlene Sheen?” Darlene’s fucking maiden-name was Sheen. Fuck Darlene fucking Sheen fucking fuck! She’s been Darlene Cox for twenty years and now she wants to use her fucking maiden-name!? Now she got what she’s fucking wanted she’s gonna fucking cast his name off!? After all he’s done for that bitch woman!

Tim crushed the worthless orgasm remote in his hands and threw it on the ground. His anger crashed to the floor and blasted out into a million pieces, getting black plastic everywhere. Ever since hearing her foul betrayal live on TV he’d been mashing that stupid button as hard and as frequently as he could without any seeming effect on that stupid whore bitch. She just kept yammering on.

“PD! We got bad news,” the fat man from earlier said, trundling into the control room. “We’re out of anchor girls.”

“What? How?”

The fat guy shrugged. “Cindy, mostly. We haven’t had to staff new anchor girls in so long, we just kinda stopped hiring them. They weren’t doing much around the place, so the VPs started throwing parties with them. Now they’re just kinda, well, dead, probably. At the very least, they’re not here.”

“Fuck, this is a disaster,” Tim said, deflating. “Cindy and Amber both fuck off in a single day and the new girl couldn’t keep herself together for ten fucking seconds. We need to start rolling the advertisements for girls again. Give it top priority, all hands on deck. We’re gonna need five girls, minimum, by tomorrow. Call our sister stations up north and see if they have anyone they can loan to us. Take walk-ins, I don’t fucking care. Maybe Hill has some living girls he wont mind sharing for a couple days. Train them as fast as we can then get them on air.”

“You really don’t think Dar’s gonna last that long?”

“Darlene fucking Sheen,” The PD spat out, “is going to have a wild night tonight and die on my cock.”

“Huh,” the fat guy responded. “My condolences. What about the make-up girls? They could probably do a few segments.”

“Na. They’re masochists. They’re only here because they like getting whipped and Cindy likes whipping them. Err, liked, I guess. We should be fine today. Darlene’s particular in how she likes getting eaten out. Trust me, I know.”

Just then, they both heard a muffled whumph and looked at the screens in time to see a headless Darlene fall over onto the ground, followed belatedly by her head splatting in a pool of blood. In front of her, a rumpled Mandy looked around, cum and confusion splattered all over her face. She was still on all fours, not knowing what to do or what to say.

Before he even processed what had happened, Tim was pressing buttons and shouting into the microphones to cut to commercials “now, dammit! Now!” The hiring advertisement started playing(join us for the rest of your life!) and Tim was off, dashing down the hall to prevent any possible cascade effect from Darlene. More than a few girls got hot and bothered by the smell of blood and Mandy wasn’t much different.

He crashed through the studio doors and practically jumped on his daughter. She was standing up, looking down on her dead mom with her hand between her legs. He wanted to kiss her and hug her and scold her and smother her in all the best ways, but first he had to get her out of that damn collar.

Distantly, he heard her say something, but he was focused entirely on the rapidly blinking light ready to terminate his favorite girl in the world. Press the top button, then the bottom, depress the lock and…

He sighed in relief as the collar popped off, leaving his girl whole. Anxiety flooded out of him as he hugged her close. She was safe. He threw the collar to the side as they both sank to the floor, Mandy in her Daddy’s arms. He whispered to her and stroked her hair as she held onto him.

“Well, it looks like I’m not the only one that knows how to do that thing your mother likes with my tongue.”

Mandy laughed. “Yeah, she taught me a while ago. I had to do it just so or she wouldn’t let me go to Cheer practice. Probably never thought it would come back to bite her on the ass.”

“That sounds like her,” Tim said, chuckling with her. “You know, I was gonna try to suffocate her with my cock tonight, but it looks like you beat me to the punch.”

Mandy laughed again and hugged him tightly. “Am I gonna have to read the news?”

“Huh? Oh, no. We don’t have anyone to eat you out.”

“You could do it.”

“No boys in the studio,” the PD said authoritatively. “You never know when they’re gonna go crazy with lust and just start fucking the host.”

“Oh that would just be horrible,” Mandy giggled. “There are worse ways to go, though.” She turned around in his arms and sat between his legs, looking at the corpses around them. Tim reached his hands around and rubbed at her tummy.

“How’d you get in here anyway?”

“Some girl with a clip board asked me if I wanted to help and I said yes. She took me in for make-up and then I was in here with Mommy. I don’t think she even realized it was me until she came.”

“Honey, if someone with a clipboard asks you if you want to help, they just want to snuff you.”

Mandy looked up at her father and smiled. “I know.”

Tim growled down at her and kissed her. His right hand started to migrate south, playing with the tops of her pubic hair.

“I’m going to get grand babies out of you somehow, little girl. Even if I have to tie you down and put them in you myself.”

Mandy wrapped her arms around the PD’s neck and ground her back into his crotch, feeling his erection. “Promise, Daddy?”

Tim’s hand finished its trip and he started playing with her pussy as he kissed his daughter. She moaned lustily into him and surrendered herself. He scooped out some of her wetness with his fingertips and ran them teasingly in circles around her clit, loving the feeling of control and power he had over his daughter. She let him take over, loving the feeling of powerlessness in the face of a big, strong man.

Tim relished the sounds of his daughter's squishy pussy and her moans and groans. She was a very vocal woman in passion, very much unlike his former wife. Darlene was quiet as a mouse, but Mandy was beautifully communicative, sharing not just her body, but her mind with her lover. Darlene seemed scared to give in to sexual pleasure, while Mandy floated and swam in it like a duck.

As she neared her peak, Mandy stopped kissing her dad to focus instead on the corpse of her mother in front of her. Her body was slumped on its side after it had fallen off the chair. Her legs were obscenely spread and blood continuously poured from the neck stump onto the already drenched floor of the newsroom.

“This would have been your last cum,” the PD said huskily. “How long would it have taken for you to pop your top if I hadn’t gotten in here? A minute? Two?”

Tim kissed her head as he kept fingering her. She was drowning in his words and the images in her mind. Her, standing over the corpse of her mother, touching herself like her dad was doing now. Her, mashing her mothers dead face in her crotch, moaning as the collar triggered. Her, rubbing her dripping sex all over her mothers leg, humping like a dog while chasing her own dumb pleasure.

“Ooh, like that, Daddy, please,” she whined.

“You like that? You like thinking of dying on top of your mom?”

She nodded her head frantically and rolled her hips into her fathers hand. The pleasure was getting too much and she could feel herself about the fall over the other side.

“Cum for Daddy, baby. Cum for Daddy while you think about killing your mom.”

Mandy grabbed his arm and humped furiously into his hand, remembering the shocked look on her mothers face. The feel of the collar blowing inwardly. Her triumph, her victory over the bitch who made her.

“Oooh Daddy!” she moaned and came on his hand.

She seized up at the peak and then trembled on her fall down, kicking her feet out into the blood of the women before her. The thought of her mothers blood under her feet shot through her mind and she was on a roller-coaster of pleasure, being driven up and down with lust. She was lost to everything but the sensation of her pussy being rubbed by her father and the erotic thrill of her dead mother.

Tim, however, noticed the door to the studio open as his daughter writhed in his arms. A group of men shuffled into the room, looking around at the blood splattered area. It really was a sight to see, three headless bodies carelessly discarded on the floor with three heads randomly strewn on the floor. Blood coated the hard floor(easier to clean-up that way) and slowly drained into an unobtrusive hole in the corner.

“Hey boss, can we,” one of the men said, gesturing towards the still warm holes.

The PD waved them forward, his fingers still dripping with Mandy’s pussy juices. A couple made a beeline straight for the unnamed anchor while most went to pay their respects to Cindy’s departed body. She had been around here for a long time and the list of men who wanted her but couldn’t access her was long. It seemed she reveled in walking down the hallways naked, knowing that no man could touch her without her saying so. She was a very important and valuable commodity. Now, she was meat.

“Wow, PD, was this really your wife?”

One of the men stood next to Darlene’s body as it continued to empty itself onto the floor. As the blood left her, so did the color and she was left looking far more pale than she used to be.

“That’s her. Darlene Sheen.”

“Sheen? Isn’t your-” he cut off when he saw Tim’s frown. He coughed and started over, “I mean, do you mind?”

Tim shook his head. “I’ve already got the best of Darlene right here.” He hugged his daughter closer to him and kissed her head. Mandy smiled and blushed.

While Tim was generally a fairly territorial man, that last stunt with her name had broken something inside of him. It’s one thing to be a bitch and nag about wanting to be famous all the time, it’s another thing entirely to forget all he had done for her in her moment of glory. She was his past. His very dead, headless past leaking cum and blood everywhere like the past is supposed to.

***

In the end, the Asian feast had a white woman as the centerpiece. Yes, it threw off the motif and there were a couple of grumbles by the Asian staff about being overshadowed, but everyone knew in their heart that Cindy Taylor deserved the place of honor at the head of the table. Her five month living streak had pulled in ratings that were unheard of in local news. The higher ups were planning on taking snuff news national(news to die for!).

Tim Cox the Program Director was on top of the world. His cock was in his daughter, his scheming bitch wife was in his stomach(she was okay, a bit tough because of her age and not enough fat for a good marbling), and he knew that within the next twenty-four hours someone was going to approach him about his experience running the most wildly successful local news show in the nation.

He couldn’t help thinking about what a monumental victory today had been as he groaned out his release into Mandy. She laughed as she rocked on top of him, chewing a mouthful of Darlene. Mandy was happy being close to the center of attention as the party around them cheered and catcalled the PD’s orgasm.

All around him, the Asian Feast party was in full swing. Alcohol flowed freely, girls moaned in ecstasy, and men dutifully pumped the next generation into them. Table after table lined the walls, filled to the brim with Asian women cooked to perfection, their heads set on platters as beautiful reminders of the sacrifice of their dinner. Stir fry thighs, Thai spicy breast, and General Tso’s pussy filled the room with the scent of cooked women.

After Tim came down from his peak, he gave a salute to Cindy Taylor’s cum blasted face. The boys all around the building had come out to see her off, giving her a twenty-one cock salute. Had she been alive, she’d probably have been drowning in the cum dripping off her face.

She was a bitch, but what a bitch she was.

The newsroom would be eating like kings and rutting like dogs for days to come. None of them minded the thoughts of long nights training replacement anchor girls. Work was a distant idea while in the throes of passion and extravagance. They already had dozens of girls heading out to the studio, hoping to be the next Cindy Taylor.

It was everything Tim could ever have hoped for and more.