Striding out in front of the small curtained stage, the tall woman who was known as the head of the After School Magic Club wore her traditional white half-mask covering the top of her face. For tonight's show though, she chose a long black dress to compliment her black hair, shimmering in the single spotlight.

"Hello everyone," she greeted her small audience. There was never a lot of room, which meant it was always packed. "You must all forgive me, for tonight's little affair has had a last minute change."  She started to walk back and forth across the front of the stage. "You see, some of the lovely members of my club, well, they lost a little bet, or perhaps it was a promise that they made. So, tonight, they will be punished. For your pleasure and entertainment."

She snapped her fingers, and the curtains behind her rolled back. What was there caused the crowd to murmur. They knew that anything could happen here, and this was certainly something.

Four young women were chained in the middle of the stage, each of them hanging from bonds that hung down from the darkness above them, only giving them enough space to stand on their toes, rather than anything more comfortable.  Lights shone down on each of them from the sides of the stage.

From the audience's left, the first was the shortest, a girl barely a woman. Her black hair was tinged with red dye, going over the large blindfold. Around her neck was a crimson collar, then nothing stopped anyone from seeing her in her total glory. Small breasts adorned her chest as she drew breath and she tried to twist back and forth to protect her shaved pussy. But to no avail, as the audience appreciated.

Next to her, separated by about a meter, was a slightly taller woman, her hair dyed a platinum blonde.  Unlike the other three though, her hands were not manacled above her, but rather they were held in stocks above her head.  Like the first woman, she had a large eye-blind wrapped around her face, but she had an added ball-gag tied to her mouth to keep her from speaking. A white collar adorned her neck, and her lithe body, thinner but taller than the first woman, was equally nude.

The third was tallest, nearly towering above the first two. Unlike them though, she had nothing over her eyes, allowing her panicked gaze to sweep over the audience and the master of the club.  Her long black hair was tied in place by a simple hair band, and her collar was black. Yet, despite knowing she was on display, she did nothing to hide herself from their gaze, her nipples growing harder with each passing minute.

The last was a little shorter, the blonde woman built a bit heavier than the one to her right. She too had a gag and no eye-blind, her collar orange.  Of all of them though, she was looking eager for what came next, her ample bosom swaying as she flexed, trying to find balance, or just looking around.

"You've all seen these fine ladies before," the Club Master reminded the audience, "so I doubt that introductions are in order."  She walked around behind each of them, running one hand along their bare backs as she did so. None of them reacted to the touch, lest they find themselves hanging from their arms.  She reached the end, with the shortest and youngest in front of her.

"This young little thing," she said with a sigh as she reached over her shoulders, "oh, she did something very, very naughty."  One hand pinched a tit, eliciting a small 'eep' from her before the other hand reached her crotch. "So you're going to go first."  She snapped her fingers again, and the other lights went out. A single dark-clad figure emerged from the side of the stage, and set down a basket in the circle of light, then vanished.  

The performer stepped around her first victim one hand on her the entire time. She reached down into the basket and pulled out a short metal sword, thin and with a simple cross-guard. "Ah, this should do nicely," she said as she looked at the blade.

Standing beside her first victim, the woman lined up, and then thrust the sword through her, the point emerging between her breasts! "Ah!" the young woman cried out before stifling herself. "I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not," the performer replied as she took another blade in her hand. "You're just saying that to get out of your punishment."  She stepped away, out of touch, and lined up her next thrust.  Without warning, she plunged the blade into her target's stomach, burying it all the way in.

"PLEASE!" A cry for mercy. There was none.

"You should take your lessons from your fellows," the club master chided her as she took another blade in hand and examined it for imperfections. "They are taking their punishments in silence."  This time, she knelt down and slid the metal through her knees.

This pinned them together, the hanging girl no longer able to properly cover herself, no matter how she tried.  "I didn't mean to!"

"Oh hush!"  She rummaged through the basket until she found a blade that met her unspoken criteria. "But if you insist on interrupting me every time, I will have to do something about that."  She held up the short but thick blade and pressed it against the inside of her victim's leg. "Are you going to?"

"No..." she confessed.

The club master tapped the blade against her own cheek.  "Nah, I don't believe you."  She sidestepped around the bound young woman and stabbed!

With the shoulder-level strike, the performer pushed the blade through one raised arm, then through the head of her target and out the other arm in a single motion.  "ugh," she said as her tongue began to roll out her mouth.  The cruel woman took the blade in both hands, and gave it a sharp twist to the right, then to the left.

Moisture fell from between the bound woman's legs as she made no sound, but rather started to pant heavily.

"And now you're enjoying this?" the performer shook her head. "No matter."  She took the next blade, and this time she took her time examining her living pincushion. She pushed the blade through her ribs, on the left side.

The next blade came out, and she pushed it through her hips.  Then her stomach again, from the side.

Another blade, and the performer stood beside the skewered woman. She reached out and carefully pinched a nipple, pulling her small breasts forward. In front of the audience, she punctured the tit from the side, pausing to align the blade over the first one, then lifting the second breast to match. Once the sword was through, she let it down, resting on the metal between them, holding them up.

The club master looked down at the thinning trickle between her legs. "Well, I guess that's enough for you," she said. "Or not," she pulled another short weapon out of the basket.  This one she plunged through the blindfold, through her right eye, and into her head.

The next went down into her left leg.  And then into her chest, under the crossed blades.  Then above her groin, back to front. Then under her chin, backward and upward out the back of her skull. Then straight into each breast.

With every stab, the girl hung there, unmoving. Until, at last, the performer ran out of blades to push through her - arms, legs, torso, head, groin, hands, feet, nothing escaped intact.  "Now that's enough for you," she said as she stepped back to admire her handiwork.  With a simple gesture, she started to swing her back and forth, showing off her perforation from all sorts of angles, demonstrating without a doubt that she was still alive, regardless of her status.

"Now for you!"  Snapping her fingers again, the lights over her first victim winked out, and turned on for the second one.  "You really shouldn't have opened your mouth," she tapped one finger against the gag. From outside the lights, the same - or different - helper dropped off a small bottle, only about a litre in size and a policeman's club.  "I would ask if you were sorry, but we both know that such an admission would be halfhearted as best, nor would I accept it."

She bent down and picked up the bottle and club. "So, this is your punishment."  She tilted the bottle slightly and out of the open end, a liquid poured out, steam rising from it as it hit the newest woman's left leg.

The gagged woman screamed into the gag, her throat rattling as the liquid went down her, clouds obscuring it as she shook.

The performer stopped pouring, and then waved away the small cloud that had formed around the appendage.  In the brilliant overhead lights, the leg now appeared whitish-blue.  The platinum blonde twisted and pulled, but with her suspension, she could find no purchase.

Setting down the bottle, the masked woman examined the club. It was long, but other than that, there was nothing particularly unusual about it. "I ought to spank you," she said, "but this will have to do."

She flicked her wrist, slamming the club against the discoloured leg.

It cracked, and the gagged woman gave another muffled scream.

She swung again. This time, the crack crossed the whole of the leg, and from just above her knee, it fell away.  Falling backward, it hit the floor of the stage, and shattered, spreading out in a large cone that ended at the back of the stage.

"Was that important?" the performer taunted as she picked up the bottle again.  "No matter."  This time, she poured the contents of the bottle over her other leg, eliciting another gagged scream of pain. And once again, the liquid left her leg frozen.

"Let's see if I can do this in one swing," she said to herself as she exchanged the bottle for the club.  This time, she took up a batters stance, and swung with all her might against the frozen leg.

It shattered under the blow, not cracking, but simply disintegrating.

The legless woman didn't scream, but she did start sobbing in pain, tears coming out from under her eye-blind.  With nothing to stand on, she began to swing gently from the stocks about her wrists.

"Oh, you poor dear," the performer cooed as she kissed her on the cheek, tasting her tears. "I can make you forget all about that," she assured her as sh stepped back, caressing her cheek.  She took up the bottle in hand again, and this time she walked around the hanging woman, pouring the freezing liquid over and around her hips, letting it evaporate before it hit the ground.

Before the eyes of the audience, everything below her belly button was soon solid, and again the masked woman took her smashing club in hand.  She carefully lifted it between the shattered stumps of the legs, letting it touch her frozen cunt. "Oh, such a wonderful thing you have here," she leaned in to stage-whisper in the ear. "Are you ready?"

The gagged woman nodded somehow.

"Excellent!  Then you won't mind if I do this!"  She stepped back and didn't strike as was expected.  Instead she took the bottle and splashed her chest with the liquid, freezing her breasts solid.  She walked around, distributing the liquid evenly until everything from her armpits down now had the sheen of solidness.

The masked woman tapped the hanging chest, sending it swinging back and forth with a finger.  "Oh dear," she gave a false lament, then tapped the side of the frozen torso with her club. "This might require a hit or two."

She swung, and it only sent her target swinging. She struck again, on the back, for nothing to happen. "Worst pinata ever!"  She gave her club a shake, then struck again, this time with an overhead strike between the shoulder blades.

With a gargantuan CRACK, a horizontal line formed across the frozen body, right below the transition to flesh.  The masked woman stepped back as for a split second, everything paused.

Then the body fell.

It hit the stage with a thunk, the leg stumps grinding to dust, but nothing else. It just stood there, glistening, only a few feet lower than where it started.

"Oh my, I wasn't expecting that!" the Club head noted. She looked at the remains of the second woman, now just a pair of arms hanging from above, some shoulders, and the head between them. "I should put you out of your misery now."

Lifting the bottle high, she tilted it all the way over, aiming to empty its contents onto her head.

But nothing came out.  She looked at the bottle, and shook it.  "Empty!" she confirmed for the audience.  "Don't worry," she said as she discarded the bottle, tapping the shattered woman on the head, "I'm sure you'll get used to this. Eventually."

She snapped her fingers again, and the lights switched again.  This time, it was the last two women who were illuminated.  They had been turned to face each other in the darkness, and now they could each see the other clearly.  Between them, a table had been rolled, its contents covered with a cloth.

The head of the club walked between them. "You two," she said as she leaned on the table, "were complicit together, so it's only fair that you get punished together."  She whipped off the cloth over the table, allowing the two to see what was in store for them.

Two large dildos drew their first attention as the head of the club picked them up. They were disgustingly huge, pink, full of various additional bits, and far too large for any practical use.  "These," she said as she waved them around, "are going to go inside you, naturally."  She set them down, allowing the two suspended women to imagine things before they became true.  "Where they will do their best to cause you to orgasm!"

She grinned as she pulled out the next piece of equipment from the table. It was a small electric saw, which she flicked a switch on, allowing it to hum to life. "The first one to succumb to the joys between their legs wins!"  She revved the saw for emphasis.

Saw turned off, she took the two dildos and set them against the cunts of the last two women. Then she shoved them in at the same time, eliciting momentary yells from both as they were violated. Then they were activated.

The buzzing could be heard clearly in the audience as the two devices went about their work. The masked woman pulled the table back, allowing the two women to see each other fully, then took the turned-off saw in her hands.

There were a few tense moments as the two women came to grips with their 'punishment' before their stomachs began to light up, the devices inside them shining through their bodies, lights pulsing in time with the vibrations.  It was odd, to say the least, as their stomachs glowed with an inner light.

The blonde seemed to enjoy the sensations, she wiggled her hips as though she was either trying to drive the device further inside her, or to accentuate the sensations.  Her black-haired counterpart however, was trying very hard to not react, her legs clamped tight together and her eyes closed as the device did its work.

"Well now," the leader said as she looked out over the audience, "I bet a few of you noticed what I said, or rather, didn't say.  As for that, well, just be patient."  She offered the unseen audience a sly smile. "For now, please enjoy.  We've reached stage two, but there are more to come!"  She put one hand on the side of each of them and turned them to face the audience and away from each other.

True to her word, the vibrating, brightly lit devices escalated in sync.  The bottoms dropped out of them, extending cylinders reaching down a full foot.  Then they slammed upward, driving like a piston into each woman.

The black-collared woman threw back her head in a deep throated scream, the blonde managing to keep her mouth shut.

"And we have a winner!" the woman in the mask announced. She flicked off the two dildos and removed them, letting them drop to the floor. "Our winner," she patted the black-haired woman who was trying to recover, "and the loser," she touched the blonde, who was trying to regain the feeling.

"Now, to punish the loser first!"  She revved the saw to life, and raised it up between the blonde's legs.  Her eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen, and lifted up her legs, folding them as best she could to lower her body down on her arms, such was her eagerness.  The master of the stage taunted her by lowering the saw away from her pussy, then raising it again, letting the air blown by the rotating chains breeze into her pussy.

"Time for punishment!" she called out as she drew back the saw, ready to heave it upward.

The blonde was ready.

The masked woman took a step and a half to the right, and swung up, the saw biting into the winning woman's crotch and ripping upward.  She spasemed as the blade cruelly ripping into her, splitting her hips then her stomach.

She tried to fight it, but her nude body was helpless, unable to gain any leverage to fight as her sternum was parted.  She tried to kick, but her legs refused to obey, her rib cage not providing any hindrance as the saw passed between her breasts.

For a moment, it might have looked like the woman was going to stop at the collar, but instead she simply adjusted her grip to allow her to push rather than pull, and drove the active saw up. The woman's neck was thin, and the collar snapped, falling off to each side.  The saw never stopped as it passed up through her head, the gag flying away, completing her vertical division.

She stopped the saw and reached into the new gap to push the two halves to each side.

Hanging from a single wrist, each half leaned in to each other.  Her eyes were glazed over and she made no action as the masked head of the club set down the saw and walked the two pieces away from each other, assuring the division was complete.

"Now, as for you," she turned to the remaining woman, the blonde dreaming that it was her in front and behind her, swinging in the air.  "You may have noticed that the dildos had a certain ... push to them?"

She got a nod in return, though she didn't see it as she bent down to pick the two up.  She tapped them together, knocking the moisture off them.  "Well," she took the first one and pushed it back into the blonde's cunt, the machine resuming its work, "there is one thing about them you didn't get to experience."  She ran one finger up the front of the blonde's body, past her sweaty navel, between her breasts and up to her mouth.  Stepping around behind her, the woman in the mask unclipped the gag with one hand, then yanked back on her head, forcing her victim to look up - up into her other hand, dildo pointed down.

The blonde didn't have time to react before it was forced down her throat.

Inside her body, the two devices lit up, illuminating the stomach and her throat and collar.  Then the internal pistons activated, pushing into the woman from both ends.  "Don't worry," she said in a lull in the action, cooing in the ear of her last victim, "there is still one more part to go."

True to her word, the next stage came quickly. The lights were on, allowing the audience to see as the pistons rose again, and impacted again.  Except this time, the lights inside her expanded up and down.  The pistons acted again, and the lights expanded again, the two dildos rising and falling inside the woman as she was hit from above and below.

Again it happened, and the two lights were almost at each other, meeting near her middle.

A third time, and the lights touched, the poor woman's face unreadable as she was still forced to look up.

The fourth time, it was the device in her mouth that triggered, the piston rising, then slamming down.  At her crotch, the dildo emerged a few inches thanks to the force of the blow. Then the lower one activated, pushing upward, and the top out of her mouth again.

"Ah, punishment at its finest," the masked woman stepped forward and behind her the lights went out and the curtains drawn.  "Thank you all for coming this evening.  And as is tradition, one lucky ticket holder, whose number is posted outside will be allowed back in, where they will have their pick of any of the five of us on the stage tonight, and all the tools involved for their private, exclusive and consenting use for two hours."  She smiled and waved at the audience. "Everyone else? Well, better luck next week!"