It was theme night in the Play Box, and Lindsey was glad that her mother had arrived separately.  She would take any opportunity to dress up, and this was too much for her to miss.

With the theme of 'Arabian Nights', it was pretty obvious what the role-play would be. And Lindsey accepted that as she examined her costume one last time. It was a pink translucent cloth from start to finish. Pulling on the pants, she was careful not to stretch them out, instead carefully letting the elastic waistband snap into place before checking her ankles for the same. The next garment, she pulled over her head, letting what was effectively a tube top wrap around her chest, hiding nothing while covering everything up.  Lastly, she draped the small face mask over her head, letting it rest on her nose and over her ears in order to drape down over her mouth and chin.

And she had told her mother she would be wearing blue.  All the better to avoid her with.

Stepping out into the common area, she found herself assaulted by the loud noises. Theme parties tended to draw larger crowds, and this was no exception.

"No, you're not her." A woman said from her left. For a moment, Lindsey was afraid that she had been found out, the voice was so familiar, but didn't.  Instead, she turned to the source of the comment.

The woman was older than her, and in black dancer's clothes. The mask (thankfully) prevented either of them from identifying the other.  "Who are you looking for?" the question was asked before she could stop it.

"Someone I came with," the other woman said. "I thought I had beaten her out."

"Well, I hope you find her," Lindsey said.

"I do too."

Lindsey turned to go, not ashamed one bit at the (probable) deception, when another woman approached her. "Hey there."

"Hi," Lindsey replied.

"Oh, I wasn't talking to you dear, I was talking to her," the new arrival pointed over Lindsey's shoulder. "Do you have a name?"

"Joy," the woman said. "And you?"

"Oh, I'm just a recruiter."

"Recruiting for what?"

"I have a certain performance I wish to have, and I feel that you would be suitable."

"I'm waiting for someone."

"That's quite alright," the recruiter informed her, Lindsey waiting out of curiosity.  "It won't be for an hour yet, and I think someone of your body would be well suited to it."

"And what would that be?"

The recruiter cast a glance at Lindsey. "I will not speak of it around those I am not interested in recruiting."

"Very well then. Out of curiosity, which room?"

The recruiter told her.

"I'll be there."

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Lindsey watched as the six volunteers walked out onto the stage. They were, true to the recruiter's word, all women who were not like her - they were proper women.  They lined up, each checking their mark on the stage.  The woman who might be her mother was second from the right.

"Welcome," the recruiter announced, her voice loud and clear. "Your performance tonight will be decided in the end by you, the audience."  She winked and from the stage, a clacking could be heard.  "That was all my lovely helpers being locked into place," she informed everyone. "Now, they cannot escape."  In front of her, a pole emerged from the stage, stopping at knee height.

"You see," she stooped to indicate the device pole, "there is one of these under each woman beside me. These are all designed to maximize pleasure," she tapped its head.  "And they will be used on my helpless helpers."  She grinned, and many in the audience showed their appreciation.  "But, here's the catch," the Recruiter informed everyone. "Everyone in the audience will be able to vote, and as each woman reaches certain point, well," she tapped the pole, and to everyone's shock, a long metal blade snapped upward, the nearly four foot length of gleaming steel threatening even though it did nothing but stand there.

"And once all six of my helpers have experienced this," she suggestively embraced the blade. "Then the one woman who received the most votes will stay while the other five are released into their disappointment.  And that one who stays?"  She stepped back and let the pole and blade sink back into the stage, "well, I need to keep some surprises, don't I?"

She raised one hand over her head, fingers ready to snap. "Ladies?  Ready?"

There was a chorus of six yes'.  Then she snapped her fingers.  Lindsey jolted in surprise as a half-dozen glorified dildos pushed upward, each one carrying a second load. They rose up and down, more like pistons than love making devices, and each woman reacted differently.

"Oh, I almost forgot," the Recruiter said. "In order to vote, just come up to the stage lip here, and there's a small button in front of each woman. You can press only one button, and only once. Additional voting will not count. That's how you pick who get a deeper ride first."

Lindsey watched, fascinated as the mechanical devices did their work. The woman who might have been her mother was enjoying it, rolling back and forth with each stroke.  She worked her way forward, and with no hesitation, slapped the button in front of her, then vanished back into the crowd.

She waited, and then the first woman 'won'. She was second from the left, dressed in a blue outfit similar to Lindsey's own. The pole drew down like it normally did, except this time, it sunk all the way down. The sound of the blade snapping into place was enough to draw everyone's attention. The woman had just enough time to react in surprise at the sharp point slipping into her with eyes wide when the pole pushed upward one last time.

The woman may have tried to scream in pleasure, but her fate left nothing to chance. The pole slammed upward, the sharp tip passing through flesh and bone like magic while the blunt end buried itself one last time in her. The blade emerged through the top of her head, and the woman froze at the sensations running through her.

It was fast and sudden enough that the crowd was silenced. Even the other five participants were at a loss for words.

Then the rush began to press the buttons. There was no rhyme or reason, just a rapid hitting.  The second woman followed mere seconds later, then Lindsey's preference was run through until less than a minute had passed before all six were equally pinned in place.  Some had recovered faster than others, and were examining where the blade entered and where it left with their hands.

"Now that's out of the way," the Recruiter said, it's time to see who has won, and who has lost!"  She held up a remote with two buttons on it. "I press the top button," she tapped it with her thumb, "and the five with the lowest number of votes get to walk away."  She gave a knowing grin. "And I know that there was no vote fixing in the rush there."

She tapped the lower button. "And when I press this, our winner will get her final reward!"  She looked over her helpers. "So, who wants me to press the buttons?"

There was much agreement.

"Very well!"  The recruiter activated the first button, and five of the women were released, the blade and pole retracting with a snap. The one remaining woman was not, surprisingly enough, the first one. Rather, it was the blonde woman to her left. She wore a simple white toga, which could have been part of the theme if you squinted. She had lifted up the hem of her robe to reveal her pussy, now wide enough to accept the pole.  

The others took a moment or two to recover, then stayed on the stage, but stepped away from the remaining woman.  "Ready?" the Recruiter asked.

The woman gave a thumbs up, and the second button was pressed.

For a moment, nothing happened, then the tip of the blade began to fall.  Both forward and backward, the shimmering edges gained momentum as they fell. The forward half passed through her forehead and down her nose and mouth.  It met a momentary resistance at the collar to her toga, but the metal and gravity won out, cutting the costume apart as the blades did their work.  As the front was opened, her breasts fell free, but no one noticed as the two long lengths of metal picked up velocity and slammed into the horizontal position at about the level of her hips.

Then the pole descended, taking the blades with them. The last of the costume was cut away, and the audience had an excellent view as the woman was bisected through her remaining junction.

Stepping behind her, the Recruiter reached around and grasped her breasts firmly. "And to prove there was no trick!" she said as she gently peeled the two halves of the woman apart.  The widening gap in her middle expanded up and and down until it was clear that the woman was truly in two.  Then with a final pull, the Recruiter finished the division, the two halves of the winner facing in opposite directions. "Thank you all!" she said as she smiled. "This performance is over, though I assure you that others will happen."

Taking that as their sign to disperse, the crowd did, slowly filtering out of the performance room and back into the common areas.  Lindsey spotted the woman, and approached her from behind.  Taking a gamble, she glanced around for any possible interruptions, then reached between her legs.  "Well, there is a hole there," she said, confirming the obvious.

The woman jumped, then turned around, Lindsey barely extracting herself in time. "Oh, it's just you."

"Just me. Did you find who you were looking for?"

"No," the older woman said. "It'll be impossible now."

Lindsey almost felt guilty, but knew that there was still a chance the two of them weren't related. "So, how did it feel?"

"Like the last time I got fucked by a sword," the woman replied. "You know, I never got your name. Call me Joy."

"Felicity," Lindsey said. "I have to say, Joy, you made the experience very appealing. I voted for you."

"I think I remember seeing you," Joy replied.

"Have any further plans?" Lindsey asked.

"Not really," Joy said. "I think I'll take things as they come."

"That's nice," Lindsey grinned. "Because you really made that look interesting."  She looked behind her to the stage. "And it looks like there's a lineup of people asking to ride."

"So there is," Joy agreed.

"So, how about you and I go out there, find a man or two who liked what they saw, and offer ourselves up for the whole thing?" Lindsey suggested.

"I like the way you think, Felicity. Perhaps they can put their own spin on it as well."

"Spinning is always fun."

Joy stepped up to Lindsey and offered an arm. "Come now, let us find a couple young stallions. There should be a couple in the room still."  She leaned over and whispered in Lindsey's ear. "And don't think I forgot about where you put your fingers. I will pay you back for that, promise."

Lindsey whispered back, "Why do you think I did that in the first place?"