"And welcome back," the Club Head announced from the stage as it was time for the next act. "Now, as some of you may know, and some of you may not, I receive some requests from off the campus. Other groups, sponsors and the like." She clapped her hands to emphasize this point. "And of course, I may make requests of them as well, like, say, giving us girls a free summer at a tropical paradise!"

There were some cheers from that, not only from the audience.

"But today, I have here a little something that I have been asked to test out. In a live manner," she kept talking, sweeping her arm behind her, allowing the curtains to open. "After all, there is only so much you can do with straw dummies."

Behind her was a white standing cabinet with a frosted glass front to it. It gave no indication of what its purpose was even as the Club head opened it up to look inside. There were some black circles on the back and sides of the cabinet and a pamphlet on the floor. She scooped it up and put on top of the box. "Who needs instructions anyway? Now, I'm not so foolish as to try this myself, so I'll need a volunteer from my crop of willing victims," she looked offstage. "Well?"

"My turn!" Fel strolled onto the stage, the short red haired woman wearing a crimson bikini top, and a microskirt that showed off the bottom of her panties as she walked. "I hear tropical island, so I had to change!"

"Not yet," the Club Head said. "This came from there though, so you want to try it out?"

"Well, duh!" Fel rolled her eyes. "So, what does it do?"

"I don't know. Yet."

Fel looked into the cabinet, touching the walls and the black circles. "Seriously?"

"Serious. If it makes you feel any better, it's from the man I know on said Island."

Fel snorted. "I know the guy. All dark and evil. Can't trust him."

"Are you going to do this or not?"

"I'll do it!" Fel agreed to the Head's question. "But if this thing kills me because your guy couldn't get it to work, I get to say 'I told you so'."

"Honey," the Head replied as she waited for Fel to step into the open cabinet. "If this kills you for real, and not for the show, then no one will remember it."

"Pft, like you'd ever let that happen," Fel replied as the door closed on her. "So, waiting!"

From the view of the audience, Fel was a shape behind the frosted glass. For a moment, nothing happened, then several bright red dots appeared in the cabinet, dispersing against the front glass, and giving better illumination inside the box, highlighting Fel in dark shadows.

The first appeared between her legs, the second to her left, beside her thighs. The third and fourth appeared beside her chest, while the fifth started beside her neck.

"Huh," Fel commented inside the cabinet. "I see where this is going," she said as she spread her arms out a little, as well as her legs.

Then the lights moved. Upwards and to the right, they burned brightly as they passed through the shadow of Fel's body. There was a pained squeak from inside the box, or perhaps something more that was cut off by the spread of lights before they shut off.

The audience waited with baited breath for something to happen, and they weren't disappointed when the shadow of Fel fell apart with just the thumping of her parts landing on the bottom of the cabinet and no further commentary.

The Club Head strolled over and opened the door, revealing the contents.

Smoke drifted out of the top of the cabinet, the black dots moving back to their original positions, obviously now the source of the cutting lights. Fel was in a pile on the bottom of the box, and the Head started to pull them out, one by one. "Right arm," she announced, holding it up limply, then tossing it aside. "Half a skirt," she held up the burnt red microskirt, then flipped it away. "Ah, head!"

The Club Head stood up and held up Fel's head to the light. She had a shocked expression on her face, like she was in the middle of a confused moment that she hadn't processed yet. The neck was black, where the skin was charred through, and she didn't respond when the Head called out her name. "Fel?"

She shook Fel's head, only to have her hair flop around. She poked Fel in the eye, which would elicit a reflexive reaction, but nothing. "Hrm," she said as she tucked the head under her arm and with her free one, reached to the top of the cabinet and pulled down the pamphlet to read it properly.

"Let's see here," she muttered. "Lasers, check. Burning through anything put in there, check." She adjusted Fel's head. "Ah, yes. This is a punishment device, the lasers have a couple variable settings, for intensity, quickness and amount of pieces," she kept reading. "Oh, yes, the lovely lady inside isn't expected to survive," she looked at Fel's expressionless face, "so I'll have to fix that later." She put the head on top of the cabinet, then cleared it of the other pieces, arranging Fel's cauterized body for display.

"Now, while I play with the settings," she looked out to the audience, "does anyone want to volunteer? I'd hate to lose a second girl from my troupe tonight."

"I will!" a woman called out from the audience.

"Excellent!" The Club Head replied. "Come on up!"

* * *

Without trepidation, the volunteer walked up to the small stage, where the still cooling body of the previous victim of the laser cabinet lay in pieces. She gently prodded Fel's left torso with her foot, the bare breast jiggling a little as the whole thing moved at the contact.

"So," the Club Head announced as she came back around from the back of the cabinet. "Thanks for volunteering. I found the controls on the back, so I can adjust things." She looked at her volunteer. "And you are?"

"Sandra," she identified herself as she started to undress, revealing her light brown skin and petite breasts. Her long brown hair went past her shoulders in waves.

"Well Sandra," the Head said sternly, "this appears to be fatal, and I can't change that. I might re-purpose it for the Halloween special, but this is still a test run."

"Cool," Sandra kicked off her pants, revealing her bare ass to the audience and the appreciation from the same.

"Now, how did you want to do this?" the Head asked. "I can make it quick and painless - relatively speaking - like Fel here," she indicated the head on top of the cabinet, or something else?"

"As many pieces as you can," Sandra said. "I don't care about the pain, but make sure the audience gets a good show for it."

"I can do that. Any requests?" the Head nodded as she moved behind the cabinet. "I mean, you are volunteering for this, so I should do something nice for you."

"After you put me together and bring me back to life and what not," Sandra asked as she opened up the laser cabinet, "I want to be part of the prize for the winner tonight."

"You do?" the Head asked as she peeped around the edge of the cabinet. "You know what, never mind. I can do that. Now, it's ready, so step in."

Sandra did so, turning to bare her naked front to the audience as the Head closed the door on her. She put her feet to the sides of the cabinet and raised her arms above her to maximize the area that the lasers would have to cut. "Ready!" she called out as the door closed.

There was a moment's wait, then the frosted glass door turned into a mirror's surface, allowing Sandra the chance to watch herself be cut up. She tried to say something, but then, to her surprise, thin back straps lashed out from the sides of the cabinet interior. One strip went around her mouth, preventing her from saying anything, others strapped her firmly to the sides of the cabinet - her neck, her waist, her wrists and ankles, then her thighs - she barely had any time to realize that they were there to hold her in place when the lights turned on.

She was surrounded by a dazzling array of lasers, and though they were bright, they were not hard to look at, and for the moment, none of them touched her. Then they started to move.

Unlike with Fel, whose ending came quickly and simultaneously, Sandara was helpess as hers was slow. The first lasers attacked her legs, and a sharp pain came from her ankles as they were cut off by the thin lines of light. Her legs stayed apart thanks to the straps around them even as they began to move up her legs, cutting them in half from the front to the back. She strained against her bonds, but they would not move or yield for as the lasers moved up her legs, more started to criss cross back and forth, cutting her legs into discs which fell to the bottom of the cabinet in two pieces each, all about an inch thick.

Even then, she could still feel the heat and burning from her removed parts.

And still she wanted more.

Once her legs were cut up, the lights turned off, their purpose done, the limbs in a smoking pile on the floor. Then above her, the dance began again.

Her wrists were cut, just around the strapping, keeping her arms up, but her hands fell down into the waiting lines below them, fingers and palms cut up by light and scattered by gravity. She wanted to cry in pain as the lasers started on her arms, again being cut from the front of the cabinet to the back before being sliced by the lasers on both sides of her.

But the strap around her mouth prevented her from expressing her feeling, no matter how intense, and the one around her waist seemed to stop her from breathing hard so she couldn't try to force sound out past the gag.

Her arms were done, and Sandra stared at her limbless body in the mirror. Her nipples were erect, her pussy dripping slightly with the waves of pain and pleasure. What was going to happen next, she wondered as she moved her eyes to look at the lasers around her. Fel had been cut crotch to neck, but that was simple and lazy compared to what she knew was in store for her now as her eyes started to tear up.

Under her, one laser split into two, then three, then five, then seven, each barely apart from each other, then from the sides, instead of the back, more lasers appeared, intersecting the first set right under her virginal pussy.

The real reason she wanted to be put up for part of the after-show was the guarantee that she would be a proper woman in the morning. But before that, she would have to suffer.

Two more lasers appeared at the edge of her skin on each side of her womanhood, and they ascended into her body, burning her as they curved toward each other in a semicircle. She knew what was about to happen, but couldn't stop herself from watching as the lasers met above her groin, and her pussy fell innto the waiting lasers.

Despite the restraints, she managed to scream in pain and joy as the proof of her womanhood was tortuously cut apart and scattered to join her body at the bottom of the cabinet.

And still she wanted more.

The lasers below her vanished, only to be replaced by one that started to move back and forth from the side, cutting through the remains of her legs, where her sex used to be, then up through her hips until it stopped at the strap at her waist.

The strap there vanished, and Sandra was aware that she was now being held up by her neck.

Her sight was fixed on her breasts, the two mounds falling apart from her centerline under their own weight, the obvious next victims. She wondered how they would be cut up when her question was answered. From her back two pricks of piercing pain were all the warning she had before her breasts lit up from the inside, the laser cutting through her to start its duty. With no way to breath, she watched in horror as the laser cut a small circle out of the middle of her tits around the nipple, then it started again, a fresh laser making a larger circle. Then a third, a fourth, a fifth then a sixth.

She could see her tits starting to fall out, gravity taking hold of her body again. But the lasers were not done as a single light appeared under her from side to side, then began to move up and down, chopping through her front like they were loaves of bread.

Sandra was out of pain now, her breasts joining the rest of her toasted body. She barely cared as the rest of her torso, from the waist to her shoulders, was diced into cubes.

Then, all that was left was her head.

The only reason she wasn't dead yet, she accepted, was that the magic wouldn't let her.

Then more lasers appeared. One over the top of her crown, then another to her left along her forehead, then another to her right at her nose, another alongside her mouth.

She couldn't close her eyes as they all moved as one, cutting her head apart, dropping her into the pile.

Her vision was odd. She could see the top of the cabinet as well as parts of her body. She felt pain everywhere, but also pleasure somewhere under it.

Why was she still thinking?

The cabinet opened, and she heard the Club Head speak. "Wow," she said, "That was brutal." She picked up Sandra's head - the portion with her right eye, looking her squarely on. She poked Sandra in the eye, but she couldn't blink. "Yep," she announced, "just as fatal."

No! She wasn't dead! She was...

Punishment, she remembered. The person said this was a punishment booth. And being trapped in your own body while in pain? Everyone thinking you were a goner? Wasn't that punishment enough?

Fel was in the same boat, she realized, a dead head.

She was probably used to it, Sandra thought to herself as she felt her body being pushed around. "Well," the Head announced, "I'll have to take my lovely volunteer to the back if I'm going to put her and Fel back together again. So I'll leave you all with Luci and Danni as they entertain you all. And remember, Sandra here had volunteered to be a door prize at the end of the night, so I hope the winner shows their appreciation for her!"

Sandra hoped so too. As painful as this was, she was feeling a lot of pent up energy that needed to go somewhere.