This was not their usual venue.  The Head of the club had informed everyone that this year, they would be accepting an invitation to head off to a resort island in the south Pacific, where they would perform in the evening, and be the honoured guests in the day.

Naturally, they agreed.  Who wouldn't turn down an all-expenses paid trip to a private resort?

So they made sure their paperwork was in order, packed up, and headed off to the sunny beaches!

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Onto the stage, a tall woman walked, her long black hair tied up behind her head, and a white mask covering the upper half of her face.  No matter how the audience looked at her, they would find no distinguishing marks to identify her out of the performance.

"Thank you all for coming," she said in the evening light.  "You are all aware of how these performances go, from years past, so I will skip straight to the part you are all waiting for."  She was dressed in a red Chinese dress, though there was no way that any normal dress could conform to the curves of her body, emphasizing the lack of anything else she wore. It had a faint dragon pattern on it, and the edges were trimmed in yellow thread. A small bow held the collar together, preventing the neckline from falling apart under the stress of containing her cleavage.  Two more ties rested on her hips, holding the front and the back of the dress together, the sheer fabric leaving no doubt as to the lack of underwear either.  She wore white stockings, and simple black slippers to complete the ensemble.

"So I, as the Hostess for this evening," she snapped her fingers, and from behind her a large box covered in a sheet rolled out onto the stage, "will offer myself as the pre-show show. Something to keep you all entertained while my lovely team prepare themselves for you."

She turned her back to the audience and put one hand on the sheet. "In order to do that, I have chosen a performance that depends mostly on you, our lovely patrons, for the full effect."

With that, she whipped off the sheet, rolled it up in her arms, and tossed it back stage.

On the stage was a large rectangular cage, the bars thin, and the gaps wide.  Atop it was a set of stocks at the height of the Head's neck, with gaps for her neck and both wrists.  She opened up the back, small hinges quietly moving to allow access.  She pulled out a golf-bag which she set to one side.  "In here," she said as she tapped the bag, "are a great many sharp objects.  In fact, you could say that they are without end in that regard."  She smiled as she produced a long foil and whisked it through the air.  "What I shall now do is lock myself in the cage," she popped open the stocks and carefully worked herself into position.  "Once I am done here," she said as she kept working at it, "anyone who is interested may take turns taking a sword from the bag, and putting it through the cage."  She somehow now had the stocks around her neck and arms, so she carefully lowered herself down to set the stocks into position.

"The swords must go through the cage, and ideally through me," she said as a line began to form.  "No one may try more than once every five minutes, and may only use one sword at a time."  The first man was in an open shirt and loose shorts that did nothing to hide what he thought of her.  "The winner of this little game of mine," she said as she looked him in the eye, "will be the man who causes me to orgasm.  And to help that along, there is a spot in my body, and no, it isn't one of the obvious ones," she winked as the man paused, "that if struck, will be an instant win condition."

"Of course," she added as the man lined up, "that doesn't preclude winning the old fashioned way either.  And naturally, the winner gets me for the rest of the evening to do with as he or she wishes, with any of the toys on or back stage."

"Let the games begin."

The first thrust went through the gap between her breasts, and the Head didn't' even flinch as the metal went through her. Disappointed, the man moved aside, letting the next try.  This man rested his blade against a horizontal bar, and pushed it straight through, piercing her stomach to the left side.  She smiled. "I'm not gonna play hot and cold," she pointed out.

The next one stabbed through her leg.

The fourth cut along her right arm, part in and part out as she held them to her sides.

The fifth was aimed carefully to cut through her hip, slicing apart the ribbon holding her waist. It parted, and the next person took the hint, and repeated on the other side, allowing the lower part of her dress to flow free.

The next man aimed between her legs, and pushed it through, only to meet no resistance.  "Missed!" she said as she wiggled her hips and legs back and forth, causing her dress to flop around and the blade to bounce as she hit it with her thighs.

Twice, she was pierced through her breasts, and while the cloth parted around the cut, she offered no further response.  Then her legs, her arms and her body were all penetrated, and nothing seemed to work on her.  Nor did her bag run low on swords.

A woman came up, and after pondering her for a moment, decided that front-to-back wasn't doing anything, so she stepped around the side, and carefully lined up the blade.  She pushed it forward, and the side of the sword gently slid into the very tip of the Head's breasts, causing the cloth to part and expose her nipples.  There was a slight gasp as the Head felt her tits begin to part, but relaxed after a moment.  "Just putting me on display?"

"Oh," the woman said as she stepped away, "probably."

More blades went into her from all angles, sides, front, back. some went through, others aimed to damage her clothes more than anything else.  And she withstood them all.

After nearly an hour of an ebb and flow, the Head had over forty thin swords in her, and she was looking bored.  A young man came up, cheered on by his friends.  He looked her over, and plucked a sword out of the full bag.  He examined it, then shrugged. "Sorry," he said, "but the guys insisted."  He then placed the sword at the highest point, right along the bottom of the stocks that held her hands and head away from the cage.  Right at her throat.

He pushed it through the cage, and the Head's eyes went wide as she opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out.  She shook inside the cage, rattling the swords around.  For a moment, he stepped back, confused, before realizing what happened.

He had won, and her body finished its throes. "Oh my," she said hoarsely as scattered applause came from the audience, those paying attention realizing what had happened. "I would have expected them to do that."  She took a deep breath.  "So, you win.  Come by after the show, and claim your winnings.  You'll do that, won't you?"

He nodded.

"Good," she said as the lights began to dim. "Head back to your seat, the show is about to start."

*  *  *

"Hey," the Head said as the young man met her at the edge of the curtain.  "Did you like the show?"

He nodded. "You guys don't do anything by halves, do you?"

"Well," she replied with a laugh, "we did kinda skip over the whole 'sawing in half' routine, so you're right from a technical perspective."  She twirled in place to show off her damaged dress, which she wore now that he was here for his prize.  "Have you decided what you want?"

"Yeah," he said.  "I only got one shot at you earlier," he indicated her neck. "So if you don't mind, I would like to play with all the swords."

"Sure!" she gestured for him to follow. "They're over here."

"But there are a couple changes I want to make," he nearly choked out his request, but it came firmer than that.

"And what would those be?" the masked woman asked him, already getting ready to strip for his pleasure.

The gesture didn't go unnoticed. "No cage," he said.  "Any pose, any direction I like."

"That's easy!  So easy, it's already done." she agreed instantly.  "What else?"

"I want it so that every time I put something into you," his throat felt dry, "you have the same orgasm as before."

She paused.  "Every time?"

He nodded in confirmation.

She turned on him, and stepped close. "You do realize that by that, even the slightest prick would cause me to lose all control.  I bound my hands for a reason," she finished with a whisper.

"Yeah," he agreed, now set in his course.

She pointed to the bag that was now beside them both.  "So, where would you like to begin?" she asked with a coy tilt of the head.  She held still as the young man took a sword in hand, identical but not the same as his winning choice earlier and stepped close to her, forcing her to look him in the eye and not where his hand was going.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Hit me."

He raised the hand with the sword above her, and she looked up, opening her mouth wide.  "Say ahhhh...!"

"Ahhhhh!" the woman played along.

He slid his other hand through a cut in her dress and pushed two fingers into her pussy.

"AAHHHHH!!!!" she screamed out as she orgasmed with the penetration, arching her back as she grabbed him by the shoulders to prevent herself from falling with an iron grip.  He pulled his fingers out.  "Oh my god," she huffed as the shaking subsided. "I asked for that, didn't I?"

"You did kinda walk into it," he confirmed before stabbing her through her chest.  She yelled again, gasping for breath. "So should I leave this in here, or take it out and put it back in?"

She didn't respond.