"Did you see that?" Charlene demanded as Rich stepped down from the central platform. "God, that was such a turn on!"

"Everyone saw that," Francine told her sister.  "It was hard not to watch."

Charlene and Francine were twins, sharing long black hair, blue eyes, and a slightly tanned complexion from their Italian father.  Charlene showed off her body with a blue bikini, the bottom arching over her hips and her top clasped in the front.  She was eager to be here, and it showed as she hopped around, looking at everything.

Francine, on the other hand, was more conservative - she had a white one-piece swimsuit that was a compromise with her sister.  Other than that, there was nothing that separated them.

"I wonder what she felt?" Charlene leaned forward, as though the few inches would make the difference of dozens of feet. "I mean, up her like that!"

"Probably nothing," Francine pointed out. "Hypnotized or something like that."

"You're a party pooper, you know that, right?"

"Hey, you dragged me to this!"

"Because it would be fun!  And you need to get out more often!"

"Get out?  Sure!" Francine agreed. "To a party where there's a naked headless woman at the front, open sexual escapades in places, and who knows what else?  Not so much!"

Charlene pouted.  "Maybe a drink then?"

"Alcohol?  With all that's going on, you're thinking about lowering your inhibitions?"

"Not mine," Charlene pointed out. "Yours!  It's not like I have many in the first place.  Look, we came, we might as well do something, enjoy ourselves!"

"You can use your body however you want," Francine told her, as though her twin needed the permission, "but my body is mine."

"What if we shared?" Charlene questioned, a gleam in her eye.

"pft," Francine blew a stray strand of hair out of her face. "We're twins. We're hot. I'm pretty sure every man, and some of the women in the room have entertained the thought of getting us naked and between our legs. Sharing would not be a problem."

"Can I take your word on that?" Charlene pried.

"Fine!" Francine threw up her hands in defeat. She recognized the signs that her sister was just getting warmed up in the whole 'convince Francine to go along with it' plan, and decided to skip to the end part. "Do what you want!"  It was how she ended up here in the first place and she still needed to plan her own retribution.

"Yay!" Charlene grabbed her arm, and dragged her off, Francine not quite certain where they were going until they stopped before a huge table.  While there were other people around them and it, her eyes were fixed firmly on the seven-by-seven foot edifice. It was flat, about three feet off the ground, and centered down it was a thin groove.

In that groove was a circular blade, one that was currently still.  It was obvious that someone would lay on the table, and the saw would do its work in a most direct manner.

"I need two men!" Charlene loudly announced.

"What's up?" one man approached, his black hair cut extremely short and a large body.  He wore sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Charlene grabbed his arm, and pulled him over to Francine. "That's one!  Can I have another?"

"Hey," the man said to Francine. "Name's Mark."  Francine introduced herself and her sister.

Mark was joined by another man, who said his name was Frank, something which caused Charlene to giggle at.  Francine got the joke, but didn't respond to it.  "So," she said to the two volunteers, "my sister and I have reached an agreement about sharing."

"We have?" Francine asked rhetorically.  "I mean, when has that ever stopped either of us?"

"You see?" Charlene clapped her hands, "now let me tell you what I have planned..." She took Mark and Frank and whispered something to them, keeping Francine in the dark.  She tried to listen in, but a glare from her sister put a stop to that.  Soon enough, she was done, and Charlene grinned at her two helpers.  "Me first!"

Mark and Frank each took and arm and a leg and lifted Charlene onto the table.  She didn't resist, instead grinning all the while as they lined her up with the groove.  To Francine's horror, the thin line didn't go across her stomach, but rather right up her middle!

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Getting cut in half!" Charlene replied. "Fire it up!"

Someone activated the saw, and the thin metal circle spun up to a quiet hiss.  It started to advance, aiming for Charlene.  Mark and Frank held her down as Francine stood still in shock as the blade pushed up between her legs.  Charlene tilted her head down to watch it approach, then leaned back as it reached her body.

The blade slid cleanly into her body, parting the bikini bottom and the flesh underneath without ripping either.  Panting heavily, Charlene tried to keep steady but needed the weight of the two men to keep her in place as the top of the circular blade continued to advance up her body.

Francine watched in horrified fascination as the bikini bottom fell off, exposing her sister's divided cunt.  There was no blood, the cut leaving behind normal looking skin that should not have been there.  Carving up her body, Charlene moaned, denied the little death in the moment by the smooth cut.  Her bikini top snapped apart at the touch of the blade, her breasts jiggling as her body shook and vibrated.  Frank moved one hand from her shoulder and brushed aside the cloth to press down on her breast - not a grope, but clearly taking advantage of the situation.

The blade slowed, coming to a halt at the base of Charlene's neck.  Her face was red and eyes wide open at the sensations.  Without any further instructions, Mark pulled a long blade from under the table and lined it up with Charlene's neck.  With a quick chop, he cut it off!  With his free hand, he picked it it by the hair and carried the still-blinking head over to Francine. "Here," he said, handing it to her.  Francine took her sister's living head in her hands and stared at the grinning and pleased face.

On the table, the two halves of Charlene's body were pulled apart, the bikini discarded into a convenient bin under the table.  Francine, cradling her sister against her, watched as the two men parted Charlene as far as she could be and still be on the table.  Mark came over, and offered his hands. "Here," he said, indicating Charlene's head.  Francine handed it over, and he set it down on one corner of the table, angled to view the entire thing.

"Now what?" Francine asked, a frog in her throat. They had just sawn her sister in two from crotch to neck, leaving her head intact, but her body in two pieces!  Even now, she saw some of the more adventurous watchers reach out to touch the living half-bodies.

"Now," Frank said as he stepped up beside her, Mark on the other side, "we do the same to you."

"Wait?  WHAT?" Francine yelled out as the two men grabbed her by the arms and lifted her up, nearly throwing her onto the table.  "What is this?!?"

"Your twin's plan," Frank said with a leer. "Take it up with her."

The two of them held her down, legs where her sister's head used to be and vice versa.  "Let me go!" she demanded, even as her body refused to fight.  At some hidden command, the sharp metal blade began to spin, this time in the opposite direction - right for her!

Unable to help herself, she watched as it passed up her legs and approached her. "Shitshitshit," she repeated as she felt the cool pass of air inch its way up her thighs.  And yet she did not move, even as her mind tried to do something physical.

Then there was no more time, moments vanishing in her panic, and the blade touched her.

Francine threw back her head, a yell of pain becoming one of pleasure as the saw parted her precious womanhood, the blade caressing her as it did her work.  Her white swimsuit divided along with her, her body trying to convulse as the light orgasm hit her, the more exotic violation of her body ignoring all that came before.

"Damn," one of the men said, she couldn't tell, "She must have been tight to react like that."

Unable to defend her lack of sexual activity lately, Francine felt her stomach begin to split, everything below that feeling the smooth sides of the blade.  It was an odd sensation, the tickling up inside her like that.  Her breath became harder as her navel was sliced apart, the blade ignoring things like bone to smoothly move at the same rate from start to finish.

Her breath turned to gasps as the saw reached between her breasts, and unlike her sister, her swimsuit had enough integrity to protect at least that modesty.  And then she stopped breathing, her body unable to draw breath.  Yet this didn't worry her, instead she simply accepted it as the blade separated her tits from each other, only a short distance from her neck.

The saw began to slow down, and just like before, it stopped at the base of her neck.  Francine tried to process what had happened to her, but all she could think was that 'holyshitshewascutinhalf' repeatedly.  It had been something to see her sister submit herself to the blade, but something else to feel the cold metal cut her apart.

But she wasn't done yet.  From her right, a long chopping blade appeared and slammed down on her throat.  The sound was far too loud for the shock of the moment, the noise echoing through her skull as it happened.

She, like Charlene, was now in three.  Now what?

Her answer came as Mark picked up her head and set it down on the far corner from Charlene's.  Then the two men picked up one half of her body and carried it over to one half of her sister, then repeated the process with the other half.

Confused, she watched as the two of them lay the two halves to her left side by side, pressing the internal cut lines against each other.  Eyes twisted as far as they could go, she saw her right side join with Charlene's left, the only way to tell which was hers was the half-swimsuit.  Then, across from her, they repeated it with her left and Francine's right.

What were they planning? No, better yet, what was her sister planning that needed all this convoluted requirements?  Mark walked around to her side and picked up her head just as Frank picked up Charlene.  Then, at the same time, they set them down on the neck stumps closest to them, Francine winding up with her right half and Charlene with her own right hanging free.

For a moment, nothing, then Francine gasped, her arms grabbing at her body as the delayed orgasm rippled its way up her body.  She shook and held out her hands to steady herself.  "Oh god," she panted. "What was that for?"

Recovering from her own experience, Charlene turned to face her sister. "Well, you agreed that I get to do with my body what I want," she grinned and pulled aside the part of the swimsuit that covered her left breast, "and you agreed that we can share.  So I offered my body to these two men for sex, and I'm sharing with you at the same time!"

"What?" Francine questioned, the sheer audacity not registering with her.  Instead, she watched as Frank approached her sister and dropped his pants, the cock standing upright as her sister spread her legs to accept it.

Mark put a hand on her shoulder, to draw her attention. Then she glanced down at his own penis. "She said you needed a good fuck," he said as he leaned into her, "so she gave you half of her to help you along," he leaned down and kissed her left tit, the one that just a few moments ago was her sisters.

And yet she felt a very sexual thrill from his lips on her body, her loins tightening as he rubbed against her.  Was it her, or her sister that was excited at the prospect? Her left hand responded by reaching down between her legs, and then she lost herself in the excitement. She would get her revenge later.