Under a moonlit sky, where the light shone bright enough that the difference between shadow and light became an ethereal haze, did a man walk into a large tent set into an open space between cliffs.

"Brother!" the traveling man proclaimed warmly as he stepped into the tent, the large interior spacious enough for men like him to stand with no issue, and to walk about without worry. The floor was covered in carpets, and the walls draped in finery from ages and places far beyond the horizon. Lights hung from the roof, making sure that all within could see clearly.

"Brother!" The owner of the tent rose from his reclining position and greeted his sibling warmly. "You look well!", he said with a smile.

"I am!" the traveler replied with an equal smile. "It has been far too long, has it not?"

"Far, far too long!" the owner agreed. "Come! Sit, have a drink with me!" He gestured at an open jug. "W must celebrate!"

"I fear, brother that such is not to be," the traveler shook his head. "Another day, most certainly."

"Why, brother?" the heartbreak was palpable. "So long must I wait for my brother to visit me? And wait more I must?"

"Fear not, Brother! For while I must away into the night once more, I have not forgotten the day!" the traveler too frowned at the necessities. "For in the midst of all my toil and promised made, I will ne'er forget this!"

"I would rather have your company as my brother," the owner of the tent said. "For family is such a joyous thing that all others pale before it."

"In that, you and I are in agreement," the traveler said sadly. "But I have a small, trifling thing for you to remember me by, if you would take it?"

"I would," the owner agreed morosely, "but I would prefer the fine presence of my brother."

"Be that as it may," the traveler took off his long jacket and held it in front of him, the hem touching the carpet, "may I present my gift to you?"

He pulled the jacket up, swinging it up over his head to rest again on his shoulders. "Brother, my gift to you!"

A young woman stood up, having crouched behind the jacket. "Hello," she said.

"A woman!" the owner of the tent exclaimed in surprise! "Brother what is the meaning of this?" he demanded, "a beauty as her, with hair red like the evening sky, she skin as smooth as silk!" He frowned. "Has our beloved father decided that I am to be wed now, and this is my bride?"

"Nay brother!" the other laughed. "This lovely woman, a vision before your eyes is no demand upon me by our loved patron. Rather, she is a gift from me to you." He gave a small bow. "As not how she came to my attention, nor the deal struck to ensure her agreement in this. Rather, accept that she is one whom you would share an interest in."

"And what interest would that be?" asked the confused brother.

In response, the traveling brother cast about and found a long silver sword resting against a chest. He tested its weight, then before his brother could object, stabbed the woman in the back, the blade coming out her stomach!

"Brother!" the tent's master was shocked! Then he saw what had happened, his fear ablating to curiosity. "No blood," he said. "Surely you do not mean...?"

"Yes Brother! You see, she shares your certain habit and desire, and as such, she has agreed to be your willing helper in this desire of yours. Her body is yours to command as you see fit until you tire of her and her service is released."

"Brother!" the owner of the tent embraced his family boldly. "Such a gift! I weep that I may not be able to repay you! Such kindness! Such joy!"

"Then I must be off," the traveling brother extricated himself from the grip of his brother. "Please, enjoy, and I will return."

"Fare well, brother!" he saw his brother out of the tent, delivering all due promises. Then he returned to his domain, and examined the woman in front of him.

She was, as he saw earlier, of reddish hair and smooth skin. She wore light blue slippers and around her wrists was a wooden stock with a small lock in place - key dangling out of her reach. About her neck was a small leather collar, but other than that, she was as she was brought into the world.

And there was a sword through her back and stomach, but she seemed to pay it no mind. The brother pulled the sword out and examined it for flaw. "What is your name?" he asked, "for I cannot demean my brother by simply calling you 'woman' all the time."

"I am Kairi," she replied with a smile. "What shall I call you?"

"Such an exotic name for an exotic woman! Yes, you are fine gift. For the duration of your stay with me," he said, "you may call me Master, or Sir."

"Of course, Sir," Kairi addressed him properly.

"If I may, dear Kairi," he rolled the 'r' in her name, "what is the meaning of the bonds you wear?" He indicated the stock and collar.

"I enjoy such things," she said. "Do they not please you?"

He considered this. "A moment then." He bustled about for a moment before exclaiming in triumph. "Ah-ha!" he pulled out a large mirror from one side of his tent, and beckoned Kairi to stand before it. She did, and saw her own reflection. "This," he said, "is a magic mirror. Gaze into it, and consider what you might wear should you find your current attire," he ran fingers through the end of her hair, "insufficient."

Kairi did, and for a moment her eyes unfocused. Then she blinked, and she looked down at herself. Nothing had changed. "This is what I want," she said.

"Very well," he said. "Who am I to deny such a lovely beauty as yourself her most prized possession for display?" He stepped back. "Now, it is obvious to me that by your attire, you have a role you desire, do you not?"

Kairi smiled. "I do," she said softly, then knelt before him. "Please, sir, if it pleases you, remove my head from my body."

"Ah, such dreams!" he said as he stepped beside her and took the sword that bare minutes ago had resided insider her body. With no warning, he slashed down with the blade, cutting Kairi's head right off above the collar!

Her head fell forward, landing on the soft carpets. Her body, still on its knees, held steady. Both ends of her neck were covered in skin, much as the rest of her body. The man bent down and picked up her head. "Well?" he asked, "how does it feel?"

"Amazing, Sir!" she replied, her cheeks flush with excitement. "You had no hesitation at all!" Carefully, her body stood, headless and nude. "Please, cut me more. I can deny you nothing." She raised her arms up over her head, rendering her completely defenseless. "Every touch of your blade excites me."

"Then I must oblige," he agreed. He looked about, then set Kairi's head down on a small unlit brazier. He approached her body with sword in hand. Then he placed his other hand on her chest, giving it a squeeze.

She tensed under the sensual contact, but stayed upright. Her nipples hardened under his touch. "Or," Kairi offered, "I can..."

"No, not yet," he said, cutting her off. Then he took his sword and stabbed Kairi through one breast, then through the other, withdrawing his sword each time.

She bit back her cry of joy at the harsh treatment of her chest, but the man noticed her more basic response, the ones no amount of willpower could hide. "Ah," he said, "you desire this truly."

"Yes, Master," she replied. "Your brother said you could provide."

"Long have I dreamed of one such as you," he said aloud. "One who shared my dreams." He wandered about, finding a curved axe that had been cast side and pulled it out.

"I am not a dream," Kairi confirmed. "I am real."

"That you are," he agreed, examining the edge of his blade. Then, in a flash, he swung it again!

Kairi blinked, confused for a moment as her body did not have the sensation she wanted. Rather, it took her but a moments thought to realize what he had done to her.

The axe was now in her head, through her crown and out through her neck into the cold coals below. He wiggled the axehead side to side, separating her head, and expanding her point of view. Then he drew up the axe and looked at her split head.

"Very well," he said, satisfied with her blissful response, "I shall oblige you."

With his sword, he smoothly cut off her arms. With his axe, he chopped into her stomach. The sword then flashed down from her neck, between her breasts and out through the gouge the axe made. Then with another swing, he finished chopping her torso off. The sword flashed again, slicing through her legs. Then the axe descended, chopping her hips and sex in half, forcing her body to fall apart.

As it did so, Kairi found herself desiring more, but unable to do a thing as her body no longer obeyed her.

The man walked over to her head, and set down his lethal implements. "I see it in your eyes," he said, closing on her. "You desire more. Your body, submitting to my design. Your pleasure, at my pleasure." He caressed her cheek, then stepped back. "My beloved brother may not have told you the whole truth," he said. "Allow me to demonstrate."

With that ominous warning, be began to pick up her body. First, the two halves of her head were placed back together, and mounted on something she couldn't see, but had a commanding view of the majority of the tent. Then, he went about and gathered up her body pieces - her arms were first. He then tossed them into the mirror, where they vanished upon contact with the flat surface. Then he did the same to her legs, dismissing them without second thought or concern.

Then, her left hip and right torso vanished into the same. Then the other halves of her body.

He stood before the mirror, and for a moment, Kairi thought that he was going to resummon her body - now intact when he did something different.

He snapped his fingers, and from the mirror, a woman stepped out.

Kairi would have gaped had she control over her face.

It was her! Kairi stepped out of the mirror, but it wasn't her!

She had her face! Undivided and whole, mind, but still, it was Kairi standing there now, watched by Kairi!

Except this new Kairi wore different clothes. Gone were the stocks and collar. In their place were blue leggings, joined at the hip by a gilded band. But they only covered her legs, they did not join properly and instead exposed her loins. She wore a vest of the same blue fabric, but this one lacked a front to it, instead going from elbow to shoulder, across her back to the other shoulder then elbow. Another golden hoop circled under her bust.

"Is this how you see yourself, lovely Kairi?" he asked the new woman. She looked at the costume she wore. "A slave to my carnal desires?"

The new Kairi licked her lips. "I will please you however you want," she agreed. The Kairi with the hidden vantage point began to curse. She wanted to be the one down there!

"Then pleasure yourself," he said, as he put the tip of his sword against her pussy, "And at the height of your joy, I will remove your head," he held the axe against her neck. "Show me your prowess, that I might know how to please you myself."

"Yes, Master," the sensual Kairi replied, taking the sword in hand, then into her with rapturous eyes.

And Kairi watched.