Natasha sat at the small table in the bar attached to the hotel lobby. She had been eyeing off the bar for the past couple of days but with work in the morning she couldn’t enjoy it. Now it was a Friday night and she had a late checkout as the flight back home wasn’t until the evening so she could finally enjoy a drink and maybe a casual hookup.



Being a Friday night, the bar was busy but not quite full. Natasha looked around the room at her potential prospects of which there were little. There were a few other women already being hit on or on a date, and then groups of friends getting a drink together, there were a few solo guys but they looked miserable and unpleasant. Still the night was young and she didn’t need to be up early so she was going to stick around for a while.



What Natasha or any one else, not even the staff, didn’t notice was the quiet gentleman in a red and black suit entering the bar. Later Natasha would wonder how she missed him as he was wheeling in a large box big enough to fit a person through the bar with plenty of tight spaces. The gentleman made his way up onto the stage that was used for things like karaoke or live music, none of which were scheduled for the night.



“I’m looking for a volunteer,” the gentleman’s nervous voice was drowned out by the crowd. Being the closest to the stage, yet sitting with her back to it, Natasha was the only one to hear the man, causing her to turn around. “You there, come up and join me on stage,” he said as he caught Natasha’s eyes.



Natasha was confused for a moment seeing the novice magic show set up on the stage, swearing she didn’t see it earlier or any notice that there’d be one. She didn’t even hear the magician introduce himself, just him asking for her to join him up on stage. A couple of drinks and the love for magic shows made her wordlessly agree as she got up as instructed.



“Stand right there,” the gentleman instructed, as he grabbed the sheet off the box he had wheeled in. Now that Natasha was on stage the bar quietened down a little, finally noticing what was going on. “Watch as I make this woman’s clothes disappear!” The gentleman had no flair to his act and didn’t even try to grab attention.



“What?” is all Natasha managed to get out as the man raised the sheet in front of her so she couldn’t see the audience. Then she felt a weight off her shoulders, one that would normally be pleasant after a long day but not in front of strangers. She looked down just in time to feel the breeze of the sheet dropping and saw that she was completely naked.



The room erupted in cheers, laughter and wolf whistles as Natasha stood on stage completely exposed. At least the poor lighting and her breasts drew focus away from her genitals. Mortified, Natasha turned around and ran for the only thing that would give her cover. A tall open box that was right behind her.



Without thinking Natasha ran into the box as she held her arms over her chest. As she entered she heard latches click shut as the gentleman locked her inside, with only her head sticking out from a perfectly sized hole for her neck. She was now trapped.



The man approached her with a devilish smile, enjoying her public embarrassment. He then pulled out the rest of her hair that was trapped inside the box. “I wouldn’t want to give you a haircut,” he winked at her, before moving the box on its side, so now Natasha was looking up directly into the air.



Natasha laid back helplessly as the man stood over her, now holding a stack of blunt metal blades. She felt the coolness at the top of her legs as she heard the first blade drop into the box, next she felt one above her hips, then one just above her belly and finally the man had one more, holding it over the top of the box where her neck was sticking out.



“What are you doing?” Natasha asked as she fell backwards, looking up at the box. She then rolled onto her side, where the audience just appalled her decapitation. She then felt the looming presence of the man behind her as she felt a tugging on her hair before being raised up into the air.



“Thank you,” the man bowed with Natasha in hand, causing her to swing by the hair. “That’s all I’ve got time for tonight,” The man put Natasha onto the box that contained her body and began to wheel it off stage.



Natasha was frozen in disbelief, as the crowd turned away from her as if they were never there. She had no idea what had happened or how she was still alive. She also wasn’t sure where she was being taken to as they entered the hotel lobby and towards the elevator.



The man said nothing to her as he waited for the elevator and everyone else in the lobby didn’t even react to him or her. Once the elevator came, he wheeled her inside, and pressed a floor one higher than the one she had been staying at. She was wheeled down the hall until they reached the room furthest from the lift and unlocked the door. He pushed the box through straight over to the window, picked Natasha up by the hair and placed her on the bed nearby. He then opened the box, revealing the pieces she had been left in.



The first part the man grabbed was Natasha’s pelvis placing it right in front of her so she was at eye level with her own pussy. “Take a good look,” the man taunted as he went into the closet and pulled out a binder, throwing it onto the bed near Natasha, causing her to shake a little. He then picked her up and put her on the night stand, as he grabbed an old polaroid camera, he took a photo of her head and then waited for the camera to spit out the photo. “Another fine one for my collection,” he said as he patted her on the head showing her the photo. He turned her back to her as he opened up the binder and put the photo inside.



Natasha had a hard time seeing what he did next as he stood over her pelvis, blocking her view. Though given the area he was looking at and touching she could only guess one thing, until he moved towards the binder again. “There we are,” the man smiled as he left the binder open and reached over to pick Natasha up to show it to her.



The colour drained from her face as she saw a page of photos of all different women, all heads on a nightstand like she was, all above an unmistakable body part. Below each photo, sealed in plastic was a pussy, and at the bottom of the page Natasha saw hers. The man put her down on the bed against the pillows as he closed the binder and put it away. In front of her Natasha now saw her crotch now missing its most crucial part.



The man didn’t go straight back to her, and instead went over to the open box, pulling out her legs, belly and torso. He placed each part carefully on the bed as he grabbed out a small blade. With it, he removed her arms off her torso, her hands off her arms, her feet off her legs and finally her breasts off her chest.



“Don’t worry, they can all be reattached,” the man promised, patting Natasha on the head once more. “Though I have no intention of doing so,” he approached Natasha with a small razor and swiped it across her lips, taking her mouth off next. He then opened the nightstand draw and placed them inside. “I have this hotel booked until Monday, but I’ll be heading off tonight. I hope you enjoy your stay.”



The man picked up Natasha’s belly and opened the oven door placing it on the bottom. He then opened up the microwave and put a foot inside. He slid and hand under the seat near the TV, took a leg into the pantry. Placed a second one in the kitchen bin. Natasha could only watch wordlessly as he hid her parts all around the hotel room. Until only she and her pelvis remained.



The man then picked her up by the hair and took her to the bathroom, where he had taken one of her breasts and hand. One breast was inside the bath, while the other was inside the dryer. Her hand was in the toilet bowl. He held Natasha over a hamper filled with dirty towels and dropped her inside. A few seconds later he reappeared holding her pelvis, dropping her ass onto her face. “Until we meet again,” the man said, as he walked outside the bathroom.



Natasha heard a suitcase being zipped up and the wheels of the box moving towards the door. The lights were turned off then she heard the door open and close. She was left there in the dark, sitting atop a pile of dirty laundry with her own ass on top of her. She wouldn’t be found until Monday morning after she missed checkout and her flight back home.