"Hello everyone!" A chorus chorus of voices drew attention to the stage. The lights went down over the audience, and up on the stage. In a line were four women, each dressed similarly.
Those in the audience recognized them as the four who had been the subject of the 'punishment' some time previous. On this time, while they were in the same order, they were fully dressed. Each of them wore black stockings and a leotard of the same colour of the collars they wore last time. To complete the ensemble, they all finished off with the traditional bunny ears.
"Unlike last time," the first woman in red spoke up, "we are going to introduce ourselves properly. I'm Fel," she said with a wink. "Short for Felicity."
"I'm Marsha," the woman with the pale-dyed hair said.
"Karen," the black suited woman offered.
"Sarah," the blonde raised her hand in introduction.
"Tonight," Marsha stepped forward, "is all about revenge."
"You see, we feel that last time, things were a little overboard," Karen piped up.
Marsha glared at her for the interruption. "Anyway, we decided that it wasn't fair that we get our revenge on the Club Head one at a time. Bye the time we got to the last of us, how would we know she was being punished enough? So, we came up with an interesting idea."
The curtain behind them opened up, revealing a tall box that came up to shoulder height. Around it were four other boxes, each colour coded. "We took the Club Head, and put her into a special device we have for certain occasions," she indicated the larger one. "In there she is, but is not. And when we put our coloured box on top," she indicated the four behind each of them, "we will each get our own copy of the Club Head for our personal use."
Sarah stepped up. "That means that each of us will get a fresh version of her to enact our revenge on! She won't know what's coming, multiple times!"
"So with that," Marsha finished off, "we agreed to go in the same order of our punishment, which means that Fel gets to go first." With that, the other three took their leave of the stage, leaving the young red bunny-girl alone on the stage.
"Now, for those of you wondering, no, we're not going to enact some sort of karmic reprisals," Fel announced as she turned around and bent over at the waist to pick up her red box, showing off her butt in the process. "Instead, we all agreed to do something different." She put the red box on top of the larger black box, and aligned it to meet the corners. "And so, I present to you, the Club Head!"
She opened the door, and inside the box was indeed the club's leader, her traditional white mask in place, but other than that, she was a far cry less dressed than the last time she graced the stage. A simple red bikini was all she wore - though as she stepped out of the box and looked around, the cuffs around her wrists kept her arms behind her back. The Club Head said nothing as she looked about the stage, her confident held held high.
"Everyone knows that levitations are easy to fake," Fel said as she gestured to the Head. "However, real magic, like ours, does require some practice. So, I hope you'll entertain me while I practice on her."
The Head gave her a look that indicated that she was expecting more from 'revenge'. But she acquiesced as Fel stood behind her and made mystical gestures which caused the masked woman to float up. She relaxed as she was tiled back and forth all under the command of Fel.
But after a minute or two of this, the other three came onto the stage, quietly and carrying the twist to this trick.
A large bed of spikes was laid out, several feet in each direction, each gleaming point nearly two feet off the ground. And above it, the Head.
"You know, this is exhausting," Fel said, despite not showing any sign of such a thing. "oops!"
With that, she dropped her arms to her sides, and the club Head fell from a height of about eight feet. Onto her back, she fell into the forest of spikes. She said nothing as she was impaled dozens of times through every part of her body, not flinching at all. The friction was enough to stop her about half-way down, her mask staying on, despite everything else.
"Oh dear," Fel said with false worry, "I wonder where a those came from! I better get her off!" She made more mystic gestures, and slowly, the club head was raised up, away from the spikes, then rotated around to show off her intact body - her skin was unblemished, but her clothes and mask showed off the multitude of holes and slices from the spikes.
"That's better!" she said as she rotated the Head to face down, allowing her to see the spikes below her. "That was an accident! I never meant for that to happen." She shook her head sadly. "I wanted to do it deliberately!"
At that, she slammed her hands down, and the club head went with it, hitting the spikes faster than gravity, impaling her again through her entire body. She stopped with her nose nearly touching the floor, still having made no sound.
"And again!" Fel rose the club head up, and slammed her down again. The audience winced in sympathy. Or not.
"Third time's the charm, they say." Fell relaxed and looked down at the still silent head of her club. "I think that's it for me," she said with a small bow. "I'll see you all after the show."
The lights went out, then after a moment, they came back up. The dyed haired, white-dressed woman now stood in front of the large box from which her 'assistant' would emerge. The red top to it was nowhere to be seen.
"Thank you," she said with a polite bow, "I am sure that my little production will not be as ... visceral as my fellow," she gestured into the darkness where the bed of spikes would be. "However, I can assure you that my little effort will be just as ... final." She bowed again, then picked up the white box topper. Once it was in place, she opened the front door of both boxes, revealing the Club Head again!
Like the previous one, she was decked out in a simple revealing bikini - save this one was the same white as Marsha's costume. She too had her hands bound behind her back. "Hello," she said, unlike her first version. "You won to see who gets me?"
"In a way," Marsha replied as the others rolled out a transparent cube on low rollers into the light, then backed off. "Step in."
Consigned to her fate, the Club Head obliged, stepping in then sitting down with plenty of room to spare. She looked around her container as Marsha put a top on that she took from an arm that reached into the light.
With the top secured into place, Marsha then leaned on the top of the box, and it began to compress down. The sides didn't bow out or otherwise show that they were otherwise being disturbed. They just ... shrunk. Inside the box, the Club Head started to bow down as she could no longer sit upright. Once the box was half the height it was previously, Marsha went to the stage-right side, and began to press in on that side as well. Once again, there was no sign of anyway the box should collapse, but shrink it did, forcing the Head to slide over until she was up against the far side.
Marsha went to the back, and repeated the process, forcing the woman inside to fold up her legs and press against the front of the box, her face clear above her knees.
"So many things I could do at this point," Marsha stood straight and rolled her neck. "But unlike some other people, I prefer the simple things in life."
She leaned forward, and pushed down on the clear box. Whatever gaps in the inside vanished as the woman inside was squeezed, her mask impassive as it was pressed against the front, pushed down between her legs by Marsha's efforts.
Then she stopped with the box now only two feet on each side. There was no way that the woman could have been in there, but there was no escaping the fact that she was. She pressed her hands against the right and left sides, compressing it even further. Then from the top again and then from the front and rear.
Soon enough, all that could be seen of the woman on the inside was her skin tone and the occasional flash of white from her clothes or mask. And still Marsha shrunk down the cube until there was merely an inch across and in the palm of her hand. "I assure you," she said to the audience, "she is all in there. Now, I could do something cruel to her," she rolled it around in her hands, "but, then again, this is supposed to be revenge. And I can tell you from experience that this," she tapped the cube, "is no more than uncomfortable."
"Well then, bottoms up!" she announced, and stuffed the cube into her mouth. Her jaw worked at it for a moment, then she bit down, chewed, and swallowed. "That," she said after a moment, "can be quite ... unpleasant. I know that too, from experience." She bowed. "On to the next!"
And the lights went out.
The lights came back on, this time showing the black-dressed Karen, and the yellow-orange Sarah posing against the sides of the part-box that would reveal their Head. "Thank you!" they said in unison. "For our last act this evening," Karen started as she pulled herself away from tall box, putting one slippered foot on the black cap piece that matched her colour, "we knew we had to do something together."
"Which kind of made our options pretty limited, when you think about it," Sarah continued as she mimicked the action on her side. "We had to think of something we could do together that would incorporate our two copies of our Club Leader."
"So we thought and we thought, and then we decided that what we couldn't do with two, we could actually do easier with four!" Karen gestured out to her side of the darkness, where Marsha and Fel emerged, pushing out a large table, and a curious upright prop. The table was clear of anything, but the prop was a whole different story.
In the form of a spread-eagle woman, with hoops for the feet to slide into, and handles for the arms, a simple skeleton stood up. There was nothing else to it, except as a place for its victim to stand, no chance to hide or twist or otherwise escape. In front of it though, was a different story.
There was a frame, two rectangles on top of a downward triangle. It was simple, which only somehow made it even more brutal in its presentation.
Marsha and Fel waited off to one side, discretely.
"This," Sarah said as she walked over to the device, "is our little revenge, as you shall soon see." Behind her, Karen picked up her cube and put it atop the box. "And our first one is...!"
From the completed box, a third Club Head emerged, in black this time. She looked around the stage, and saw the device. "Step right up," Karen gestured at it.
The Head did so, putting her feet through the loops after a moment examining the thing, then her arms outstretched to grasp the handles. From the front now, the design became more obvious. The lower triangle now framed her hips, point between her lets with the flat top at her waist. The two rectangles reached up from there to her neck, with a line down the middle.
"You're all smart people," Sarah said as Karen followed her copy of their leader to the device. They took their places on opposite sides of the three-part frame. "So I think you can all figure out what comes next."
The two women took the frame, and slammed it backward, into the masked woman. She flinched with the impact, but said nothing as her body was cut up, arms, legs, head all separated from her hips and her torso divided in two. Oddly, her bra was still in place, despite the cut down the middle.
Karen and Sarah each reached into a torso section of the divider, and pulled out half of the body therein. "Yes, this is exactly what it looks like," Karen announced as she placed her half on the table, while Sarah did hers somewhere else. "Please be patient, as we're not quite done yet."
Next, Karen took the hips, while Sarah the head, and they were placed on the table. Then the arms and legs were removed and laid out, showing off a completely disassembled woman. Karen then reset the divider while Sarah went and replaced the black cap with the yellow one.
A fourth Club head emerged, who took in the divider, and her other self on the table. "What? Am I not enough of a woman for you that you need two of me?" she asked with a grin under her mask.
"Sadly, yes," Sarah said as she directed her yellow-clad assistant to her position. "We couldn't fill the table with just one of you." Once her helper was in position, the two of them quickly divided and disassembled her, mixing her body parts on the table with the other.
"Now, here comes the fun part," Karen announced. "With the help of Fel and Marsha, Sarah and I will both submit ourselves to this little cookie-cutter of ours." She stepped into place, her full body covering doing nothing to protect her from her impending. "I'll let her announce the next part."
At that, Fel and Marsha quickly did their dirty work, cutting up Karen and adding her eight pieces to the table.
"Lastly me," Sarah said as she put herself in the way of the blades. "But instead of being completely taken apart," she paused as the last two intact women on the stage drove the blades home. "They're going to put some pieces back." She waited as the red and white took out the three body pieces, laying them down on the now-very crowded table. Then they made some quick conversation among themselves, and each picked up a torso piece.
Fel carried the right half of the black-bikini'd woman, while Marsha took the left half of the yellow one, the two halves of the same but different woman slotting into place. They then returned with Karen's bottom, the lower part of the leotard still intact. After putting it into the open spot, the two pulled out the divider, letting Sarah free.
She stepped to the right, and spun around to show off her new body, the wrap around her chest changing colour perfectly along her back. "Ah!" she said as she stopped facing forward again, "this is fun!"
Sarah clapped her hands. "Come on now," she indicated the table. "Let's put Karen back together."
The three of them quickly and proficiently returned Karen's head to atop the dividers, her arms and legs in place as well. Then Sarah began to pick out the pieces for her. "You can have this," she said as she presented her own hips to Karen, sliding the yellow clad body part in. Fel and Marsha, for their parts, took the opposite halves of the body Sarah had, and slid them into place. The left was now the black side of the bikini, while the yellow was on the right.
"Excellent!" Sarah said as Karen was returned to one piece. The other two quietly removed the prop from the lights. "Now, there is one last thing for our turn on you." She tapped the table.
"This is one of our special props," Karen picked up from there. "It's our sex table. You touch it, and well, you never tire, and you never get sore." She grinned. "You have no idea how much effort we went through to get it away from one of our club members and her boyfriend."
"We'll turn it on," Sarah tapped the table again, "and our lovely leader here will have all the excitement of getting banged twice over, all over, and with nothing to actually cause her release." There was a slight hum now, and the two mismatched women stepped back. Already, the club leader was breathing heavily, the signs of an impending orgasm visible to those who bothered to look.
"That's it for our part of the show," Karen said as the lights came on, all the props and the first Club Head now in the light. "Thank you all for coming. For the winner of the lottery tonight though, there is one special detail. If you pick our leader," she indicated the box behind them, "you get four of her, and we'll make sure you aren't interrupted at all."
"But," Sarah finished, "Karen and I are a matched item tonight. We're sharing our bodies one way or the other, so if you want to try your hand - or something else - on us, we won't mind."