"And now, the hellacious, curvacious, sensatious ... QUINNNNNNNNN!"

The announcer's voice trailed off, leaving the audience waiting in breathless anticipation. What would they see next? What marvels?  They had seen much so far, so what came next, would it exceed their expectations?

Summoned by the invisible announcer, the young Quinn strolled onto the stage, waving all the while, her smile wide and bright. She wore simple black heels, not too high as to be uncomfortable, but enough to make sure she had to display proper poise. And what poise it was! She wore a thin black bikini-band, v-shaped as it went from her hips between her legs and up again, connected by a thin metal loop at each side. From the hoops, another pair of bands rose up to go over her breasts, meeting at another small hoop at her collar. This was held in place by a thin string around her neck.

The audience went wild as she stood in the spotlight, giving and receiving adulation and attention. "Thank you! Thank you! I love you all!" she greeted her fans honestly. "Tonight, I have a special performance for you, and to go through with it, I will need a volunteer from the audience!"

There were many who desired to be on the stage with the barely-dressed Quinn. But only one was lucky enough. A man named Joe was selected, and he strode onto the stage in his white shirt and blue jeans. He enjoyed being this close to Quinn, and he didn't mind if anyone knew it.  "Thank you, Joe!" Quinn gave him a beaming smile. "Say, have you ever sawn a woman before?" She put one hand to her lips and gave him a doe-eyed look.

"Can't say that I have. I've seen plenty," he said, hoping his joke came across. It did. Flatly. Quinn pouted.

"Well, that's alright, because today, we're going to fix that!"  She snapped her fingers and from backstage, a pair of nondescript stagehands pushed an odd device / prop onto the stage, then backed away.  It was a large cylinder, set on its side, perhaps three feet across, but angling out in the middle. It was mounted on an axle. Under it was a circular saw, perhaps two feet across.

Quinn approached the prop, and pulled off the front cover, exposing the inside. It was white, and lit from within. "This," she said, "is the Saw Barrel!" She put both hands on the outside of the barrel and gave it a small spin, which naturally gave Joe a good view of her rear. It spun easily. "In addition!" she leaned forward again, encouraging Joe to look as she stepped on a small lever.  The saw spun to life, humming as it blurred and ascended into the barrel, stopping when its center met the outside edge. But all could see that the saw was inside the barrel as well.

"So Joe," she said as she stepped off the lever, and returned to him. She got close to him, real close. "I can't really operate it from the inside, so I'll need you to help me."

"How do I do that?" Joe asked, looking down at her.

"Well, I'm going to climb in there," she indicated the barrel, "and then you need to close up the front."  She stepped backward, letting him follow as she picked up the small translucent cover she took off, handing it to him to keep his hands occupied. "Once that's done, you get to roll the barrel back and forth," she repeated her demonstration earlier for good measure, "and raise or lower the saw as you see fit," she stepped on and off the lever.

"You see," she said to her audience, "I have a small bet running on how long before I slip, or make a mistake, and this," she touches her body lightly, "meets that," she indicates the saw. "Your job," she turned to Joe, making sure he understood what was at stake, "is to make me lose."

She stepped back, reaching into the barrel with one foot. "What do I get out of this?" Joe asked, "aside from sawing you up?" He said that in such a manner that he didn't really mind that much. He gently rolled the barrel back and forth. Just a little bit. To get a feel for the weight and resistance of the thing, and not because doing so caused Quinn to move her leg back and forth at all.

"What do you get out of this?" Quinn pondered. "I know!" She patted him on the cheek. "You get out of this, what comes out of this!" She hopped into the barrel, and Joe leaned forward to check on Quinn, finding her with her feet on each side of the gap that ran through the middle of the barrel, she was bent over, back pressed against the top, letting her breasts hang down.

Before putting on the cover though, Joe tested things. He stepped on the lever first, and leaned over to watch as the sawblade rose between her legs, but not close enough to threaten her body. Ignoring Quinn's call to put the cover on, he rolled the barrel back and forth, and she hurriedly adjusted herself to keep away from the blade's entry point.

"Can you put the cover on now?" she asked as Joe looked in again. "What does a girl have to do to get some magic done?"

Joe shook his head, then did as he was asked, slipping the cover into place, and allowing the backlights to come on, showing Quinn in dark relief. She moved, bracing herself. "Ready?" Joe called out.

"Ready!" Quinn said, and Joe started by raising the saw blade. He let it linger there, taunting Quinn with its presence before gently rolling the cylinder upwards. This forced Quinn to step down lest she lose her balance and tumble into the waiting teeth that spun below her.

Joe reversed the spin, but momentum was against him. Pulling down just as Quinn stepped down, she was able to secure herself and start climbing back up the inner walls.

Realizing that the lever was placed in such a way to deny him good leverage - and to delay the inevitable - Joe stepped off it, allowing the blade to retract. He was now able to put both hands to the outside of the barrel, and give it a good spin. He could see through the gap, Quinn's back before she started to lose her grip. He grunted as he leaned into the barrel, halting its flow, the shock causing Quinn to slip. "Ack!" she cried out as the back-lighting showed her tumbling forward.

Joe took the chance, and rolled the barrel upwards, not giving Quinn the chance to recover. He shot out with his leg, and put his foot down on the triggering lever with force.

The blade rose and Quinn had just enough time to try and push herself up with one leg before it spun into the barrel.  Then it went through her leg, and she fell down with an "oof!" She curled up, trying to avoid the spinning blade, and saw her leg, severed below the knee, roll up the side of the barrel.

Her distraction proved to be her undoing as she lost her grip on the moving insides and she fell off the side. Her eyes went wide as she fell towards the blade and she raised her arms to try and catch herself but then her vision went in two ways and she barely had time to think before she saw herself seeing herself get sawed through her chest.

It was a blur after that.

Joe stopped the barrel, and let the contents come to a rest. He stepped off the saw's lever, and it too slowed down and locked into place.  Joe moved around the front of the barrel, and carefully lifted the front out of its clasp, looking in.

Quinn was there, still, in a multitude of pieces. He picked out one part of her head, sliced from the jaw through her nose and out above the ear. He saw the lower part of one of her arms, hand still attached, but missing all found fingers. "Well, well."

"How do I look?" Quinn was still able to speak, and did so from somewhere in the pile of parts.

Joe reached in and fetched out a band of cloth, two rings attached to it. "Like a million pieces. Dollars! I totally meant to say dollars!"

"Ugh, spare me." Quinn replied.

"Seven-Ten? I heard that was an interesting sawing."

"Not what I meant! How were things on your end?"

"Heavy. You, plus the roller? Need to lighten it somehow."

"And we need some better padding in here." Quinn flopped a fingerless hand around. "Put the cover back on, will you?"

Joe did, then took it back off. Quinn was there, intact, crouched in the barrel. "Another go?" he asked.

"Sure, might as well. Maybe I'll last longer this time!"

Joe shook his head. "Maybe. Maybe not."  He held up the front part to her bottom, motioning to the piece hanging from her neck. "You want this back?"

"Maybe later," Quinn said as she stepped out. "Back to the audience with you!"

Joe stepped down off the stage, and took a seat. "And now, the hellacious, curvacious, sensatious ... QUINNNNNNNNN!" he called out.

Quinn put on her best winning smile "And I need a volunteer from the audience?  Who wants to come up and saw a woman into many pieces?"