"You've been holding out on us, Mel." Emily leaned over the table where they were sharing lunch. Just three girls, despite the odd and curious looks Mel gave herself and her wrongly-sized clothes on occasion. "You really shouldn't."

"You're going to have to be more specific," Mel replied. "Cause, you know, as the gal in charge around here, I keep a lot of things from you, my pretty assistants, so that I can keep the show running and you two focusing on the performance."

"Pft, we're not talking about that." Molly dismissed the valid point. Everyone did their own thing and Mel focused on the big picture. "We're talking about some of the stuff you haven't shown us yet."

Mel put on a blank poker face. "What are you talking about?"

"The really neat stuff that you haven't shown us how to practice yet."

"Uh," Mel drawled out. "What?"

"We got to show her," Molly said, standing. "You take that arm, I'll take this arm."

"Wait!" Mel cried out, but could do nothing as she was overpowered and dragged away. "Wait!"

* * *

"Oh." Mel looked at the table in front of the three of them. "So, uh yeah. You guys really don't want this," she said. "You see, I, uh, I had some plans for a 'Dark' themed show that never got off the ground, and this was one of the things I was planning out."

"What is it?" Emily asked, looking around the table, noting again that she couldn't pull away the curtain that ringed it to look under it. Magic was annoying on occasion.

Mel sighed. "It's a... you know, there's no real thing I can use to describe what it does. It's..."

"Do it!" Molly demanded. "I wanna see!"

Mel snapped her fingers in Molly's face. "Do it yourself!"

"Fine, I will!"

"Hey!" Emily snapped her own fingers, "Mel, you got to show her how it's done, so you go first."

"Whatever you say," Mel grumbled. "But don't say I didn't warn you." She took off her shirt, the only clothing she wore, and hopped onto the table. There, she laid on her back, hands and feet out to the edge. "Go," she said.

The other two stepped back as it started. Four straps flipped out from under the table, wrapping themselves around Mel's ankles and wrists. Secured in place, Mel tried to force herself to relax. "Never thought I would be the one to break this in."

"You've never seen it in motion before?" Molly asked, waiting her turn.

"I practiced on a dummy. It's not the same."

From the bottom of the table, two thin saws poked up. Sliding through minuscule gaps, they advanced on Mel. She raised her head to watch, then leaned back to not as they came up to her spread legs.

She bit back a scream as they cut through her thighs, the cut seemingly raw and the two watchers certain that under other circumstances, the 'dark' would be far more than what they were seeing. The saw bands moved up through the table, and removed her arms below the shoulders with the same unstoppable force.

Now limbless, Mel wiggled back and forth at the feelings she had, the sensations that she knew could be worse. She wanted them to be worse now. But there was still more to come.

Again, from the bottom of the table, the next step came, rolling up from under the curtain.

But unlike the previous, this wasn't a saw, or any other sort of cutting instrument. It was two feet of cold steel, the thin pole backed at the bottom by a basket. Mel scrunched up her face as it slid into her pussy, the metal warming up inside her as she was penetrated into her chest. Once the basket pressed against her loins, the whole thing stopped moving up and instead rotated.

It turned upward, and Mel was raised to the upright position by the pole inside her. She whimpered a little as she settled in place, unable to do a thing as she waited for the next part.

Which didn't take long as another saw emerged from under the table, this time on a folding arm out the side. But unlike the thin saws that started the process, this was a large circular saw that span to life, screaming as it approached her from the front, unstoppable and unavoidable.

Before it reached her throat though, from the other side of the table, a long and thin arm unfolded and speared through Mel's head, the needle going through one ear and out the other, pinning her head in place just as the saw tore through her throat.

Molly and Emily watched in horrified fascination as Mel's head was cut off, left dangling as the saw returned under the table, and the pole inside her body rolled back.

On the table now were Mel's arms and legs, still strapped to the table. Her body was upright on display at the head of the table, and her head showed off a face that reacted to nothing, seeing nothing.

Then the table opened up fully, the sides rising slightly. In the middle, along the length of the table from the foot to the pole at the head, a gap appeared, the maw displaying only rows upon rows of slicing teeth, a shredder that waited to devour everything.

The straps undid themselves, and Mel's limbs tumbled into the dark void, pulled down and devoured with wet and crunching sounds.

Then the pole supporting her torso leaned forward, lifting as it did do until it was angled down. Slowly, it lid off the steel rod, falling into the grinding pit and being devoured whole.

Only Mel's head remained, and she was unresponsive since her head was removed. The needle through her skull tilted down, and though there was a chance for the two women who watched to catch it, they did not. It too fell into the deep of the table, and was destroyed.

Then the table returned to its normal state, as though nothing had happened.

"Oh, my god." Molly breathed.

"What the fuck!" Emily cursed. "That was...!"

"I know!"

"Just a little more, and it wouldn't have been clean at all!"

"Horror at its best!" Molly agreed.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Emily looked at Molly, whom she knew was going to go next. "I mean...."

"We go together!" Molly took her lover's hands in hers. "I hope the table can do us both at the same time!" she pulled the two of them closer together. "Come on! You. Me."

"No," Emily pushed away. "You go my yourself first, then once you and Mel get back, we can discuss a proper three-way and get this ready for a show." She looked at the table in a mix of lust and disgust.

Molly looked put out. "Fine." She admitted defeat as she stripped naked. "But promise me one thing."

"Sure?"

"You watch all the way through," Molly stared at Emily. "Because I don't want this table to hold back like it did for Mel, the wuss."