"The Singer's Last Concert by Katie McKinley guro" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/vr1V6egU Created on: Sunday 18th of September 2016 03:59:15 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:25:36 AM UTC The Singer's Last Concert by Katie McKinley I could hear the crowd cheering "Katie! Katie! Katie!" This was the last stop on my tour for the new CD. I held the microphone tight in my hand and took a deep breath. At least after this show I would get a break. I've been running non-stop since I started my singing career. The producer gave me a tap on the back signialing me to go out on stage. I walked out waving my hands and blowing kisses towards the crowd. "Are you guys ready?" "Yeah!" "Alright, let's get started" I started to go through my choreographed dance moves. It was kind of distracting to see the whole crowd of guys with their meat girls chained to posts next to them. I'm so glad I'm not one of them. I was able to get out of becoming a meat girl by being a great singer loved by all. Though all of my music was written for me so it was usually dolcett in nature. My latest album was all about spit roasting women. As I danced other backup dancers joined me on stage. I had 8 of them, they had the same deal I did. They didn't have to be meat girls since they were entertainers. When on tour for my last album they all ended up in ovens at the end of the set list. Of course it was all fake but the audience ate it up. As I continued to sing and dance I removed more and more of my clothing and tossed it into the crowd. We neared the end, they raised up the curtain as I pulled off my panties, revealing platforms with spits standing vertically. I walked up onto the platform along with the other dancers. We all positioned ourselves on the pole and locked chains around our ankles. The chains had metal rods running through them and also had small pltforms where the bottom of our feet fit which kepts us from going onto the spit fully. The last explosion went off and the platforms dropped. It was painful the spit hit me and I came to a stop. I dropped the mic in a dramatic fashion. I'm almost there, I thought. Some of the workers came out and tied my arms behind my back. Then I heard the screaming start. I jerked my head around and saw the the other girls were being pushed down their spits. I looked out on the crowd and they started to go wild. I tilt my head back and look at the worker behind me. He smiled and started to push down on my shoulders and the chain and foot rest started to pull down on me. I screamed out as the spit pushed deeper inside of me and tore through my uterus. The worker stopped pushing me and tilted my head back. I had stopped screaming the pain was too great and the adrenaline kicked in. I was just awestruck, this was supposed to be my last concert and then I would get a break before the next CD. I felt the pole moving through my throat and was amazed that I could still breathe. I guess they used special poles this time, usually they just grabbed normal spit poles and not the breathable ones. That means I'm going to last quite a while I thought. As soon as I saw the pole extending into my view I could hear my manager start to talk. "Thanks for coming gentlemen and meat. This is obviously Katie's last show. I know you guys paid extra for your tickets tonight and that was for a reason we are going to be holding a banquet with Katie as the centerpiece." The crowd cheered as he talked. The worker came back and I could feel him putting a stabalizer rod into my ass. He tied my feet up as my manager continued to pump up the audience. "So, we will be cooking the backup dancers first, and they will make some nice appetizers. While that is going on Katie will be on display for you all to view. So if you will make your way outside and to the back of the building we will be starting." The crowd died down and I could hear people leaving. Two guys came and tilted my spit down and carried me off on their shoulders. We headed through the backstage and out the door. I could see my backup dancers already turning over the coals. They came to the middle and put me on two spit posts. There the crowd gathered around me and started to poke and prod me. Grabbing my breasts and squeezing them. Smacking my ass and running their hands up and down my thighs. This went on for about an hour. I didn't know how I was still alive, I knew with these spits girls could last a while but I never thought it would be for this length of time. Finally my time came and the guys came over and picked me up and carried me to the outdoor stage. They put me on the spit pole and hooked up the chain. I was soon spinning around and could feel the heat building. Everyone took turns basting me as I turned, they never stopped they wanted me to last as long as possible. After a while I finally started to get blurry vision and soon after I just lost conciousness.