Lindsey's first time at the Play Box was one she eagerly awaited, but not without some trepidation. She knew that her mother went there every so often to blow off some steam, and that it was adults only, much like her magic shows. And while she was willing to pull out all the stops to convince her mother to take her with her after her 18th birthday, the actual effort was minimal.

"Sure," her mother agreed.

"Just like that?" Lindsey was surprised.

"Just like that," her mother replied. "Friday night good enough for you?"

"Uh, sure." Lindsey said. And that was that.

Friday came, and Lindsey rode in the car with her mother to a nondescript location. "When we go in, the Concierge will take your registration, and I'll vouch for you. Obey the rules, few as they are." She parked the car, but didn't get out. "Now, did you want me to escort you into this, show you the ropes, or did you want to go into this without any sort of help?"

Lindsey had some idea of what went on in the Play Box. "I'll go alone," she said. "It's safe and consensual, so me saying No is alright." She settled her stomach and her breath in the same motion. "Let's do this."

They got out, and Lindsey followed her mother into the Play Box. There, she introduced her daughter to the utterly featureless concierge, who nodded their head in greeting. "Name?" he or she asked, and Lindsey replied. "Very well, as a new guest, I am required to inform you of all relevant rules regarding this place and the people there in. Do you agree to listen to them and abide by them? Refreshers can be delivered to you upon request at any time for any reason."

"I do," Lindsey replied. The Concierge spoke, and she listened. It was all standard privacy and respect rules. Violating them was, to put it bluntly, a bad idea.

"At this time, do you have any requests?" The Concierge asked as it passed the signin book to Lindsey. "I can arrange for a message should something you desire come up."

She signed, her name, and the date becoming occluded to her eyes. "Not at this time, thank you. I want to see what's available, first."

"Everything within is available," the Concierge took the book and gestured to a door to one side. "You may proceed. Enjoy."

Lindsey walked through and found herself in a private room with one other exit. There was a small space to store her things, if she wanted, and a black domino mask that she was required to wear to enter into the Play Box itself.

Steeling herself, she took off her clothes, put them away nicely, put on the mask, which applied itself to her face with no problems, and stepped into the Play Box.

It was... not what she expected. She expected debauchery and worse, not a polite atmosphere where people of all sorts were casually chatting, having drinks, making love, and other things. She stepped out, knowing that even now, her and her mother would not recognize each other.

For a moment, she debated just turning and walking right back out, but that wasn't what she wanted. She instead stepped forward, looking around calmly. There were hallways leading out, with lights above them that she recalled what the Concierge told her meant. Pubic. Private. That sort of thing. She strolled down one of the halls, taking a long look at a gorgeous man who was just a naked as she was.

He saw her too, and they nodded in passing, strangers in the night. She found a room labeled as public, and entered, closing the door behind her. In it, she saw a mad scientist disintegrating a woman in a glass tube from the legs up. She stood and watched as the woman was reduced to dust, then the tube was opened. "Anyone else?" the man asked, cackling in the process.

A man and a woman stepped up, and volunteered. "As erotic as you can make it," the man said as he and the woman waited for the tube to cover them up. Once trapped, they began to make love in front of the whole audience, who cheered them on.

Lindsey walked out. Not for her. She wandered a bit before she strolled into a room that appeared unoccupied. In the middle was a light shining down on something that caused her eyes to go wide. Two tall slabs of plastic stood facing each other, about six feet apart. They were held a couple inches up from the floor by two posts, and reached the height of her neck, give or take. Each slate had a dozen rows of spikes, each a few inches apart, and the two slates had their rows offset so that they wouldn't hit each other. At the top of the two slabs though, were a pair of sheer, but clear sheets of the same plastic the backboard and spikes were made of.

If someone were to stand between them, she envisioned herself standing there....

She stood between them, testing one of the points with her finger, when the device started to move. Startled, she jumped up straight, but still between the spikes. She recognized that her presence, or something - or someone - had started it up.

She could still get out, but she didn't want to. Instead, she turned and faced one set of spikes, relaxing as she stood as close to the middle as she could.

In front of her, the first spikes touched her tits, the warm plastic pressing into her skin without pain. She almost stumbled back at the force behind the spikes was constant, but her step back was halted by the spikes behind her. She was trapped. She looked down as the large array of sharp objects pushed themselves into her breasts. She could feel the same happening to her back and her ass, her legs, stomach, arms, the spikes pushing into her from both sides, giving her no chance to sort out what was happening to her as the row of spikes pushed forward, out of her precious slit, causing her to gasp at the sensation.

She looked down to see just how far along she was pierced through, when she noticed something off. The clear top to the spikes... it was under her. Through her, she realized! While she had been distracted by being stabbed over a hundred times, through everything below her neck, her neck had been cut right through, decapitating her!

More than anything, the cut through her neck was a thrill.

"Wow," she whispered to herself as she tried to move, but all the spikes, front and back, made any motion hard.  Or maybe it was because her head was no longer attached to her body that she no longer had control? It didn't matter as after a moment or six, the spikes began to retract. As they pulled clear of her flesh, she shivered, finally able to move herself. She checked herself over for any lingering marks, but everything about her was as it should be.

She stepped away from the vertical spiker, eyes still on it when she heard a clapping from behind her. She jumped, and saw a man standing there in a bathrobe. "I have to say," he said as he smiled at her, "I liked what I saw." he gestured at the spiker. "Did you enjoy it?"

Lindsey, caught off guard, could only answer truthfully. "It was different," she said.

He nodded. "I understand. Say, are you here with someone, or planning something?"

"Not really?" Lindsey replied. Was she being propositioned already?

"Excellent!" the man said agreeably. "You see, my son, it is his first time here." He waved a hand in the air. "You are young, and unattended. Would you be willing to attend to my boy for the eve? I make no promise or demand on his behalf or yours, simply that you and he go together until you amicably part ways."

Lindsey considered this. "Deal," she said, holding out her hand to shake. "Take me to your son, and I'll say hello."

He shook hers. "Excellent! If it matters, he is going by the name Marcel. You may call me Richard."

All pseudonyms. "Racine," Lindsey introduced herself. "Please, lead on."