“Hah!” Lucy pointed to her opponent.  “I win!”

“So you did,” Sandra admitted.  Rock-Paper-Scissors was supposed to be her game, and she hadn't lost in... well... forever!  “What will it be?”

“Er...”  Lucy tripped over her own words.  “I.. eh.. never actually thought about that.”

Sandra rolled her eyes, “Really?”

“Really!  You always win!”  Lucy was caught by her own victory.  “I mean, you seem too.  I wasn't really paying attention.”

“Still,” Sandra said as she really wasn't paying attention either, which is probably why she lost.  “A win's a win.  Lay it on me!”

“Well...”  Lucy's eyes lit up with a sudden inspiration.  “I have an idea!”  She looked around in haste.  “I know what I need to do!”  She pointed again at Sandra.  “You!  Go strip!”

“What?”  Sandra objected on principle.

“You heard me!”  Lucy was already up and looking at the props for something only she knew.  “I won, I set the terms.  You got to be naked!”

Sandra sighed.  Of course it would end up like this.  Between the two of them, Lucy was always the first to encourage the more... personal performances.  But it was also the nature of their regular contest that the winner set the parameters.  And to be fair, she had taken advantage of the situation more than once herself.

While Lucy puttered around out of sight behind a stage curtain, Sanda pulled her shirt off, setting the blue fabric off to one side before unstrapping her bra.  “Any clues?”, she asked as that came off as well.

“No!”  Lucy yelled back as she did... something behind the curtain.  Sandra shook her head and pulled off her pants, then her socks and the rest of her underwear.

“I'm naked!”, she announced as she set one hand on her hip.  She knew this was a normal state of affairs when the two performed, so she made sure that she was properly groomed in all areas, even as she made doubly certain that even with her clothes on, she was an object of desire.

It was all for the show, naturally.

“Almost done!”  Lucy said.  “Just have this last thing...  DONE!”  She stepped out from behind the curtain and let a smile play over her face as her gaze played over Sandra.  “Come on over!”

Sandra did as she was summoned, and stepped up to the curtain.  “Tah-dah!”  Lucy called out as she threw the curtain aside.

Seeing what was there, Sandra was disappointed.  “It's a box,” she commented as she looked at the black upright box typical of hiding an assistant while they stood in it, from the mis-made on up.  “What's the magic?”

“I'm not telling you yet!”  Lucy pulled on Sandra's hand to guide her up to the box, which she opened without flourish.  “Step in!”

Looking inside, she saw that there was a lot of room in the box, enough to definitely contort around anything that might come into it.  Shrugging, she stepped in and spun around, setting her arms against the sides, even as she posed for Lucy.  “Now what?”

“Now,” Lucy said as she closed the door, “I get the rest of it set up!”

Trapped in the darkness, Sandra shook her head and relaxed, crossing her arms as she listened for whatever her dear partner had in mind.  It wasn't obvious, so she let herself drift off for a moment or two to pass the time.

Her relaxation was cut short when Lucy rapped on the box.  “Alright!  I'm ready!  Close your eyes!”

“I'm in a box!”  Sandra complained.  “I can't see anything anyways!”

“Just do it!”

“Fine!”  Sandra closed her eyes and held her arms at her sides.  “Closed!”

“Good!”  Lucy said as she pulled open the door.  Sandra heard this as well as something being set into the floor of the box.  Something that Lucy didn't want her to see, but needed her in it to start?  Odd.

Then she felt Lucy press against her.  Almost forgetting her word to keep her eyes closed, she squeezed them shut even as she felt Lucy step into the box, pushing her to the back.  Lucy's firm breasts pressed against hers, leaving Sandra to presume that she was as nude as she was.

Whatever this was going to be, Lucy was along for the ride.

With the two of them squeezed into the box, the ample room was gone.  Sandra heard the door close behind Lucy.  “You can open yours eyes now,” Lucy said from right in front of her, breath on her face.  She did and in the darkness caught a glimpse of Lucy's own orbs.

“Now what?”

“Now,” Lucy said as she pushed herself against Sandra even more, causing their hips to meet, “we start!”

At the last word, she leaned in and kissed Sandra, a gesture she couldn't avoid in the tight confines.  Even as she was distracted by the tight press of flesh, and the slight return of the lip-lock, she didn't fail to notice a presence between her legs.

Pulling back in the darkness, she felt whatever it was creep higher and higher.  “Hoping to distract me from that?”, she teased.

“Well,” Lucy replied, “We're both getting one, so it's only fair.”

“You too?”  Sandra asked as she felt a smooth surface touch her womanhood and press further into her.

“I...!”  Lucy paused as she too had the rounded tip penetrate her.  “I wouldn't do anything to you that I wouldn't do to myself.”

“That's true.”  Sandra agreed, even as she felt the pole ascend higher and higher into her body.  To be honest with herself, the sudden press against her sex, in addition to the tight confines and darkness all elevated her own personal arousal.  She liked this.  “How far up?”  She imagined it the two poles pushing their way up through her completely and out the top of the box.

“Not far,” Lucy said, even as the penetration of Sandra came to a halt.  “Just enough to keep us in place.”

“In place for what?”

Lucy responded by taking Sandra's hands in her own and pulling them to the side of the box, entwining their fingers in the process.  “Just wait,” she whispered.

Sandra didn't have to wait for long as further sounds came from behind her and Lucy.  She heard something punch through the box, and in opposition to the slow raising of the pole beneath her, this was a fast spike that slammed through the box, pushing through both their arms at the same one.  One came from behind her and into her right arm, through Lucy's left and out the other side, while the other entered Lucy first, then out through her.

Their arms were now pinned together, and to the box itself.

“You know, if you wanted me bound...”  Sandra's voice trailed off as another pair of spikes shot through the box.  This time they pierced through her and Lucy's legs, connecting the two women again.

“Don't worry,” Lucy said.  “It'll get better!”

“Really,” Sandra mocked concern.  “Because I can't think of anything that couldhrk!”  Her complain was stopped as another spike was driven through the box from behind her.  But this one went through her back, out her stomach and into Lucy.  “What?”

“Three more!”  Lucy warned even as she used the poles to leverage herself tighter against Sandra.

There was no further warning as this time both shots came from Lucy's side of the box.  At the same time, her back was speared through twice, and the metal poles rushed through her and out through her breasts and into Sandra's own flesh.

She couldn't help it, Sandra cried out as she was punctured through again in her sensitive parts, her only consolation was that Lucy was feeling it as well.

“What is with the spikes?”, she asked.  “I can't move!  Or adjust myself.”

Lucy laughed.  “They're not spikes!”  She took the moment's lowered guard on Sandra's part to push her head forward and kiss Sandra again, this time forcing her tongue into Sandra.

She didn't resist, and returned the french-kiss even as she remembered something.  Lucy had said three more.

The last penetrated the back of her neck, and shot through her mouth, cutting into the mutually joined tongues. It continued through Lucy's own head until it stopped.

Shocked, Sandra could only try to envision what had happened to the two of them even as she needn't have bothered.  The four walls of the box fell away in that moment to reveal mirrors she could see to her left and right, allowing her to gaze at their predicament.

They were indeed standing, held upright by the poles up their mutual cunts, thin metal rods through their arms, legs, stomach, breasts and head.  There was no way for her to move at all, and by the actions of Lucy, not only was she expecting this, she was turned on by it as well.

“wht xt?” She tried to say through metal and tongue, but Lucy just ignored her.  Instead, the response came to her right arm.

A slight hum started up, and she looked at the mirror showing her her right side.  For a moment, nothing, then the metal bar started to vibrate in place though she felt nothing.

Then it flashed.  A rotating cloud of metal spun in place, scouring her arm from the shoulder down to the hands, the whirling blades reducing her and Lucy's limb to a fine liquid which splattered across the box and the two people still inside.

They weren't spikes, she realized as her left side started to tingle, a hasty glance showed her that the process had begun on that side as well.

They were blenders.

With the former arms dripping down her body and the insides of the box, her breathing started to accelerate as she was more and more aware with each passing moment of where she and Lucy had been impaled.

Next, both her legs started to feel the vibrations as the metal wires started to spin.  She watched in willing helplessness in slow motion as her knees vanished in a flesh-colored mist, and then their legs devoured up and down in a near-instant.

She moaned as without them, her body weight shifted slightly, pulling on the rods through her chest and onto the one...

Her eyes widened in shock even as Lucy moaned in expectation.  The twin metal rods supporting them both started to vibrate, and Sandra moaned as she was pleasured even as fright at what was about to happen reached into her heart.  Where the process with their limbs was fast, whipping pureed Lucy-and-Sandra bits all over, this was was slow.  Tortuously so.

At first, it slowly lowered itself, then ascended again, going higher with each long thrust.  Lucy didn't bother hiding her own sexual response and her throat rumbled every time they were mutually fucked.

After the third push, the poles seemed to have enough distance inserted into the two women and they began to vibrate.

Sandra cried out as best she could given her pinned body as they started to twist inside her, pulling to one side even as it sought to tear her apart.  And the flesh yielded first.  She screamed wordlessly as the metal inside her vagina parted, shearing and slicing away at her an agonizing slowness.

She would have cursed Lucy between orgasmic bouts of pleasure had she not known that her friend was going through the same thing herself.

Far too soon, and far too late, the whirling doom cored out her body below the hips and worked its way outwards.  She was lost to the sensations even as less explicit meat was turned into the same goop that started to fill the bottom.  Their bodies shuddered in time, unable to release themselves as there was nothing left to perform such an act.

Once their lower bodies had joined the growing collection of fluids at the bottom, the two women were unable to fully process what had happened to them.  Or rather, they were so overloaded by the sensory input that neither of them were aware of when their middle torso was similarly pureed through the pole that shared their stomach.

After that, nothing happened while the two women processed what had happened to them.  “ow” Sandra said as she regained her faculties.  “ou utid erzlf”

Lucy had more problems talking through the pole running through their mouths, “ore!”

Sandra was reminded in that moment that there were two other blending poles through her, and this time they activated on Lucy's apparent command with no warning, and no buildup.

Twisting hard, the two spun in opposite directions as they blossomed into the slicing blades that sheared and sliced into the firm breasts of both women at the same time.  Together, they shrieked as the twin rods sliced into their most sensitive remaining parts, slashing them apart with no regard for fanfare or decorum.

The sharp caress obliterated everything that surrounded them, throwing liquid all over the box even as they carefully spun to not interfere with each others movements.

Sandra and Lucy were soon left as nothing but a pair of kissing heads with a flap of throat hanging down underneath them.  They panted, though they had no lungs. They moaned, though they had nothing left to feel.  They cried, though the sensations were no longer alive.

Then Sandra remembered that there was still one more metal rod, she could taste it.  And in that bliss that clouded her mind, she wondered if it would simply retract, dropping their heads into the mixture below, or if it too would start to spin as well.

Her answer came with a grating against her teeth as the bar which held her only remaining intact body part began to activate and perform its deed.

The last thing through her mind – before the metal – was a question.

How were they going to be restored?