"Honey, I found what I was looking for!" She held up a reciprocating saw above her head. "Come on!"

"That's great, mom!" The two women met in the hall, and the younger followed the older. They were very similar, except the one who was called 'mother' was dark haired and wore a black leotard, while her daughter was an orange-blonde and her bikini was tight around her chest and pelvis. "Where did you find it?"

"In a storage room," she said, "where there's lots of tools."

"Awesome!" The two of them entered into a den, where they drew some attention from the people already there. The mother handed the daughter the saw, who checked the battery and made certain it was working. "So, you want me to do to you what got done to me over the summer?"

"Yep!" the mother agreed as she sat down on a table. She crossed her legs. "I've been waiting for months now for this opportunity, and I'm not going to miss it!"

The daughter grinned. She had experienced it for herself. "After that, we're going our own separate ways, right?"

"Honey, after this, I don't care what you do, or with whom." She held out her arms straight. "Now start!"

The young woman turned on the saw, and ignoring the watching eyes of everyone around her, placed the saw against her mother's arms, just forward of the shoulders. She pressed down, and watched carefully as the saw blade cut into her mother's arms. The limbs were thin, and it only took a couple moments work before they fell off.

"Ahhh!" the mother rolled back a little as she was rendered armless. They fell to her lap, then rolled to the floor, limp. "That's so sexy!" she admitted as her face was flushed with heat. She looked at the stumps of her arms, the meat and bone visible, but no blood. "Legs!" she encouraged her daughter to keep dismembering her.

At that command, the daughter put the saw against the thigh of her mother's right leg, and began to carve it off. The mother bit her lip as her right, then her left legs were removed and discarded with the same lack of care as her arms.

By now, they had everyone's attention, not that they had eyes for their audience.

Now, the daughter lifted her mother up under her shoulders and set her back down again on the stumps of her legs. The mother shook her head slightly to help clear her face of her hair before her daughter did that for her.

"So, front or back?" the daughter asked, holding the saw like she should do the next cut from in front of her mother or behind her.

"Behind!" she was told.

Dutiful, she stepped around behind her mother and without any hesitation at all, turned on the saw again, and pressed it down on her crown. She carefully pushed the saw down through her mother's head, between her eyes and through her nose and mouth, not stopping as her mother's eyes rolled back in pleasure.

She reached her mother's collar, and her leotard began to split under the saw, ripping in two as the body under it was divided. Her breasts fell to each side as the material holding them together parted, her stomach went soon after, until at last, the daughter finished her sawing by sliding the blade out her mother's crotch.

She turned off the saw, then pushed her hands through her mother, reaching through her chest and pulling the two halves apart. The insides were visible, but there was no gore. No spillage or leakage. She turned the two halves of the body to face away from each other.

She took a deep breath, now finally aware of her audience. She put one hand possessively on the tool she had just used on her mother. "Hey!" she said. "I have a saw, and I'm not afraid to use it!"

"On you or someone else?" a woman asked from her left.

The daughter didn't have to think. "Both!"

* * *

"Hurry up!" Holly hissed through the small door into one of the small rooms that seemed to be everywhere. "It doesnt' take this long to adjust your costume!"

"You're right!" her friend agreed as she opened the door and stepped out.

"Judy!" Holly stared in horror. "What are you doing?"

Judy looked down at her costume. "I decided that being a Catholic School Girl," she indicated Holly's costume, "just didn't do it for me, so I decided to change into a Slave Girl." she tugged on the small collar around her neck, then pulled loose a small hook attached to a string from the front of it. "Hold this," she said.

Holly took the hook in her hand, starting at her friend's otherwise nude body. "No! This is not funny! Put some clothes on!" she said.

"Nope!" Judy replied with a smirk as she put one hand on her hip. "Tore them up already!"

"You can't do this!" Holly objected. "We agreed!" She let go of the collar's hook, and it wound back into the neck-piece automatically.

"Well," Judy said, "we agreed to come together, and we promised to spend the first hour together." She put her other finger to her lips. "But we never agreed on a costume." She paused. "But if you don't want to hold onto my collar and make sure I don't stray, I'd be more than willing to find someone else who would want to," she tugged on the hook attached to her collar again.

Holly snatched it from her hand. "Fine! But the rest of our deal still stands. We each go through two tricks."

"Yes, Mistress!"

"And don't call me Mistress!"

Judy grinned. "Yes, Master."

Holly tugged on the collar with perhaps a bit too much force. "Look, I'm not happy with this," she grimaced. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"To get you to lighten up!" Judy retorted. "You've been so busy stressing out that this is the best place to just let go, do what you want and have no worries!"

"Worries?" Holly groaned. "I'm leading my roommate around by a leash in a party where the default state of affairs is orgy."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Judy said. "oooh! That looks fun!"

That was four small poles standing in the middle of an open area where two hallways met. Leaning up against it were several square sheets, each of which would fit into the poles with no room to spare.

"I remember this," Holly admitted. "It's a free-form cutter." She felt a tug on the hook in her hand, and saw that Judy had already stepped inside the open frame. She sighed. "Fine~."

Judy licked her lips in anticipation as Holly let go of her collar. She knew this trick as well, and was eager to see how her roommate used it. Holly picked up one of the divider sheets and considered the body in front of her. "Might as well start with the classic," she said as she set the divider into one of the many, many cuts in the four posts around Judy, and pushed.

"Thank you, Master!" Judy said as she looked down at the metal sheet that went through her waist, separating her into two pieces. "May I have another?"

Holly picked up another sheet, and slid it in adjacent to the first. "Just a second," she said as she tried to lift the top half off the bottom. She tried, but failed.

"Need a hand?" a man said as he approached, dressed in casual clothes.

"Yes, please!" Holly said. She indicated two of the poles, and the man took a pair while she took the other, lifting and moving Judy's top off her bottom. "Thanks!"

"No problem," he replied. "I'm Tom. What do we have here?"

"Hey Tom, I'm Judy!" the half-woman spoke up before the whole one could. "I've been a good slave, and Master is rewarding me!"

He snorted. "Really?"

"Yes!" Judy agreed "She's going to slice me up as many times as she wants!"

Holly shook her head. "She's exaggerating." But that didn't stop her from picking up another divider. She put this one through Judy's knees.

Tom tapped Holly on the shoulder and whispered something to her. Holly thought it over, then nodded in agreement. Holly stood up and turned to Judy. "Well, slave," she said, getting into the act, "Tom has agreed to help me reward you for your good behavior. He's going to cut you up as well."

"Thank you Master!" Judy called out. "Thank you, Tom!"

"Don't thank me yet," Tom said as he lifted up a dividing plate in each hand. "Your Master gave me some clear instructions." He got to his knees in front of Judy, and slid the first one under her breasts. She held out her arms to expose her torso, and to keep them out of the way. Once the sheet was slid in, she folded her arms back in. He then put the other one through her neck, severing head from body.

"Normally," Holly said as she held out more plates for him and for her, "this would be the end of it," she indicated Judy's lower body, "except for maybe one more to go through under your pussy. But Tom had a nice idea. Why don't we use all the blades?"

Judy opened her mouth to say something, but the moment she did so, Tom pushed through another sheet. It slid soundlessly between her teeth, through her tongue and out the back of her head.

She couldn't say a word now.

Holly began to work her way up Judy's body, from the waist up, sliding in blades and dividers at every increment she could. Judy was willingly helpless as her stomach was cut up a dozen times before her roommate began to work on her tits. She didn't stop, instead cutting through her sensitive tits with the same dedication to her job, ignoring the feelings of sex, joy and pleasure that Judy felt.

Her breasts and arms cut up, it was her neck next the collar offering no resistance at all, then her jaw, then up to her nose. Judy began to wonder when she would stop when Holly pushed a blade right through her eyes, then up through her forehead and crown.

While she was doing that, Tom worked his way up her feet and legs, then through her hips. He skipped one spot though, and once Holly was done with hers, he showed it to her. "I figured you might want this," he said, displaying the missed spot, where her labia was.

Holly slid the plate home.

"What do you think?" she asked. "Fifty? Sixty?"

"Something like that," Tom agreed as he admired the well-cut woman. "A breadslicer if she was on her side."

"Meatslicer," Holly corrected him.

Tom put one hand around Holly's waist. "So, what did she do to earn this?" he asked.

Holly pulled free, then walked up to the stack of blades that contained the upper body of her roommate, still alive and watching. She kicked it with one foot, scattering the pile all around the intersection! Then she repeated the same with her lower half, assuring that it would be the work of hours to put her back together. "It doesn't matter," she said. "Thanks anyways. While I wait for her to decide enough is enough and reform back in the lobby, you wanna fuck?" She lifted her skirt to emphasize the offer. "Apparently, I'm too wound up."

Tom took up her offer. "As long as I get the opportunity to bang your slave when she gets back."

"Deal."

* * *

"Interesting," the Club Head spoke as she approached the target of her curiosity in the lobby of the manse. "What did I ever do to deserve such a fate?"

In front of her was a young woman of about 20 years of age. She was naked, save for a golden hoop around her waist and a strap around her right thigh for the long knife she had in there. Her hair was tied up behind her head, and as she looked up, she finished her work.

The head of the Club Head was now tied around the band at her waist, hair parted and braided. It still dripped blood, and the shoulders that survived the explosion were discarded.

"Thought this might get your interest," she said. "I want to join your club."

The Head smiled, putting one finger on her mask. "Oh?"

"Yep. And to start off, I'm going to meet every member of your club tonight, and take her head." She patted the one she already wore. "Thanks for making yours easy."

"You're welcome. But you know I don't accept just anyone."

"I know that," the headhunter replied. "But I figure that if I can convince everyone that I'm serious, by hook, by crook or whatever, then you'll give me a chance."

"And what," the Head laughed, "makes you think that collecting heads will help?"

"Easy," the hunter replied. "Each head is someone that approves of me."

"Mine is there already."

"And the fact that I am at this party, where it is known that you have some very strict attendance controls, should be approval enough." The hunter crossed her arms under her breasts. "And there's no victory without trying, am I right?"

The Head sighed. "Oh, very well." She snapped her fingers. "Now all my club members know you are coming, and will be prepared for it. They may strike a deal, they may not. Find me again after the show and I'll see what you have done or not done. But first, hand me your knife."

The hunter did so without hesitation.

"I'm going to cut your head off," the Head stated as she checked the edge of the long blade. "And you're going to stand there while I do so." She held the knife against the hunter's throat. "And when you come back here, then you will tie your own head beside mine."

The hunter nodded, then exposed her throat. "Do it."

A moment later, the club Head held the head of the hunter in her hands. "OK, now you've earned my approval. For now." She tossed it aside, then went off in search of fun and interesting things or people to do.

* * *

Judy strolled up to where she had left Tom and Holly, swinging the end of her leash around and around as she did so. She had already turned down several requests for her body, stating truthfully that her Master was waiting for her.

Being cut up like that was intense! She would have stayed that way for longer, but only hearing and not watching her roomie have sex was enough to get her to want to start over in the lobby.

She turned the last corner and saw that the dividers she had through her had been neatly restacked, and Tom and Holly were still going at it. Eager for a bit of cock of her own, and knowing that Tom had gotten the promise of it out of Holly already, she crossed the last few meters and tapped Tom on his shoulder. "Please finish with my Master soon," she asked, "I want to be punished for stopping her before she orgasms."

Tom grinned, and pulled out of Holly, leaving her bent over at the waist and gasping. "What was that for?" she demanded.

"Master, I have returned, and am ready for my punishment," Judy said, handing her the leash. "Please do something horrible to me."

It took a moment for Holly to compose herself. "Really? Now?" she demanded, yet her hand never let go. "Fine." She looked around. "Tom, any ideas?"

Tom looked thoughtful. "I got an idea," he said. "Follow me?"

Holly followed Tom and Judy followed Holly. He led them to a room that had a mediumsized, clear tank in it. "This should do," he announced. "Inside, please."

Judy took the politeness as an order, and found a small hatch in the side. She stepped in and found that there really wasn't room for another person, but she could stand up and move side to side. She tapped on one side. "What is this?" she asked.

"It's a pirahna tank," Tom announced. "At your master's command, I'll fill it up with the water above you, and you'll be devoured alive." He smiled. "I heard about this from someone else in passing, and I wanted to see it in action."

Judy's eyes went wide. "What? Really?"

"I hope so."

"Then let's see," Holly said, arms and face cross.

Tom slapped the side of the tank, and the top opened up. Gallons upon gallons of water fell through the suddenly open top of the tank, and Judy found herself pushed down by the inundation. Then, it was done, and she was completely submerged. She looked around, and saw herself surrounded by fishes with grotesquely enlarged mouths. A glance up showed that the top was closed off again.

She felt a pain in her leg, and she looked down to see one of the fish pull away, flesh in its mouth and blood trailed behind. Then another bite in her back, and she thrashed around to see what happened.

It was the wrong thing to do as her sudden motion churned the water. Then the fish were everywhere, biting and devouring in so many places she couldn't count them all.

She screamed in pain, emptying her lungs of air, and filling them with water. As she faded out thanks to blood loss, she could only imagine what she would do with her two performances on Holly. This was something she needed to beat!

Then her last sight was of a mouth coming for her face.