"Dude!" The door to the room opened up, and two men stepped in. "You got an idea?"

"Yeah, Mark, I do!" The second person replied. "First, we need to find a ... " his voice trailed off. "Well, fuck me."

"What?"

"Karl, look," Mark replied, pointing.

In the room the two men had taken refuge in for planning, there was a woman. The woman was lying on her side on the ground, a short sword with a yellow hilt was on the floor by her legs, and a trail of blood went from her neck to her head which was several feet away.

"She's cute," Mark said as he got to he knees beside the headless woman. She wore small heels, black and grey stripped stockings, with a black skirt and grey blouse edged in white. He saw the red tag, looped through the front of her neck. "Wonder who got her?" She was still smiling, her lips curved up in a coy cat-grin.

Karl shrugged. "Does it really matter? So, as you were saying?"

"Right," Mark stood up. "I'm thinking that we could ..."

The discussion was quick and they both came to a conclusion they agreed on. "While you do that," Mark finished off, "I'll deal with this," he indicated the body behind them.

Karl looked over Mark's shoulder. "Yeah, you do that." He clapped Mark on the shoulder and walked out, ready to complete his end of their deal. Karl turned to the body.

"Well," he said as he picked up her head by the hair, looking into her brown eyes. He flipped her head over and examined the ragged and raw cut. It was smooth, cutting through flesh and bone with equal ease. "You definitely are cute," he finished saying. He set the head down on the trunk in the room. He stopped, and then moved the head to open the trunk. Inside was a wide variety of cutting tools, which explained the source of the sword. He closed the trunk and put the head back on.

He turned to her body, and debated the best way to move it. After a moment's thought, he started by lifting one leg, than the other to drag her along the floor. He lifted up her long limbs, and this caused her skirt to fall back.

Karl chuckled. "Of course you wouldn't be wearing underwear." He paused, then looked around. No one was watching him. And Mark wouldn't be back for a while. He shuffled how he held her up, and with his now-free hand, first put one finger then two into her pussy. She was still warm.

"Fuck it," he swore to himself. He pulled the body to the trunk, throwing it over. He made sure her skirt was out of the way, and then lowered his pants to have sex with her body. It wasn't much, but it was a nice relief, and he put his pants back on long before Mark would come back.

As for the sword itself, rather than putting it back into the trunk, he decided to use it as an additional prop.

Mark returned, a woman around each arm. "Sorry I'm late," he said as he closed the door behind them.

"No problem," Karl agreed, tapping the sword over his shoulder. "As you can see, I had some time to kill," he indicated the body behind him. "Ladies," he greeted the two of them.

"Hey!" the first one said, wearing a slinky red dress that threatened to fall off if she moved wrong. The other was in a similar black dress. "How you doin'?" She glanced at the body behind him. "You gonna kill us like you killed her?"

"If you want," Karl said and swung the sharp sword through her neck, causing her friend to shriek and jump back as the red-clad woman fell down headless. Mark laughed and caught the sword that Karl tossed to him. Mark spun the woman around and cut her. She too fell down.

Mark laughed. "This is too easy!" He pointed at Karl. "Your turn!"

Karl laughed as well. "Damn straight!" He stepped out of the room, looking for more willing victims.

*  *  *

"What is this?" Cindy asked as she looked at the long rope hanging from a hook on the wall. At first glance, there was nothing odd about it, but behind the rope was a small plaque. Knowing full well that simply taking the rope to read what was behind it was a foolish decision, Cindy instead carefully pulled the rope side to side to read it instead.

"This is a special bondage rope," the plaque read. When removed it will automatically bind you quite tightly. Enough that you can't get out. When someone pulls one of the ends, the rope will come undone automatically, freeing you. However, if they pull the other end, then the rope will contract, cutting your body into many, many pieces before going back onto the hook.

Cindy considered this. She wasn't wearing a fancy costume, instead using a store-bought 'sexy nurse' outfit. White stockings and shoes, a white dress that exposed her cleavage and a white hat with the red cross on it. Her tag, hanging from her left ear, was green. She looked around. "Why not?" she asked no one in particular, and lifted the rope.

Before she could blink, the rope whipped out of her grip, possessing a mind of it's own. It first looped around her neck, then dropped down in front of her, knotting itself as it went along. It then flicked between her legs, sliding into her crotch tightly, but not painfully. She felt it go up her back, then looping through the slip around her neck. It then wrapped back and forth around her torso, above and below her breasts, forcing them out even more, but still contained within her costume. Another loop, and suddenly her arms were caught, forced to her sides as the ropes wrapped around her elbows then wrists. Her hands were fixed to her legs where the rope reached its end and tied itself off on the bare skin between her skirt and her stockings.

Cindy tried to move, and found she could still do so, shuffling around. "I can see why people like this," she muttered to herself as she shifted around the rope in certain places.

"And now I need someone to pull the rope," she said, eying the two ends on the insides of her legs, well out of reach. "Well, it can't be too hard, right?"

True to her expectations, it didn't take long at all. She encountered another woman dressed as a nurse, save her costume was a light pink, rather than her white. "Cindy," she introduced herself. "Alice," the other woman replied. "What are you doing?"

So Cindy explained her predicament. About how the rope would either let her go, or worse. "Want to pull?" she wiggled her legs to the best of her ability to show off the rope ends.

Alice shrugged. "Sure. But if you want to pick?" She gently pulled on the two ends without putting any pressure on them. "I mean, I have no problems helping, but if I pick the result you don't want...?"

Cindy shrugged. She had already thought about it. "Left," she said.

Alice pulled the end around her left leg, and Cindy felt the ropes start to slacken, then unknit and release her from their grip. She drew a quick breath as the pressure was released all over her body, and the rope wound up coiled in Alice's hands.

"Well, that almost seems like a letdown," Alice commented as she eyed the rope. "You going to try it again?"

"Nah, once was enough for me," Cindy replied. "But if you want to, I'll stick around and pull for you."

"Sure!" Alice agreed and pulled on the rope. It began its automatic bondage again, Cindy watching it from the outside as she examined how it looped back and forth around Alice's body in the same way she had been. Once it was done, Cindy took the two ends in hand. "Left," Alice replied to the unasked question.

Cindy tugged, and the rope, instead of loosening, bit into Alice.

"eeep!" Alice squeaked as the rope bound itself tighter around her, forcing her rigidly straight yet not stopping in its path. Her wrists were cut off first, hand dropping to the ground before her elbows joined them. She tried to say something, but the rope around her neck had already cut deep into her, leaving no trace of blood, only more skin around each severed section of her body.

Cindy stepped back as the rope simultaneously squeezed Alice's breasts from behind, cutting her torso into eight pieces in the process, two halves to her hips, two stomach, two breast and two shoulders. The legs stayed upright somehow as more parts fell off, until Alice's head toppled, forcing Cindy to snatch her out of the air before she landed. This signaled her body to finally collapse into a dozen or so pieces.

"Oh wow!" Alice said, apparently unharmed by the rope, which now coiled itself up and floated back toward the hook. "I'm glad I was green. Imagine if I was red when that happened!"

"How are you feeling?" Cindy asked. "I mean, aside from the obvious."

"Itchy," Alice replied. "The rope scratched, so now I feel itchy all over, and in places I didn't expect." She thought for a moment. "So, I'm trying to move my hands. Are they?"

Cindy looked around, spotting the two hands. "Nope."

"Damn," Alice muttered. "So much for that. I suppose that was fun, but it's not my cup of tea. I'll just go back to normal now." Alice closed her eyes, and Cindy blinked without meaning to. In that moment, Cindy vanished, leaving no signs of her presence.

Alone, Alice looked up at the rope again, balancing her choices. "Nah," she said. "Unless I could make this a party game, and have people be reassembled like a puzzle?"

She reached out for the rope, then stopped. "Nah. Maybe later." She turned and walked away from it, flicking her tag from green to red to green again. "Or I could go red...?"

*  *  *

"So, did you enjoy that?" Karl's arm was grabbed as he walked through the hallways in search of his next victim. He stopped and turned around, looking down at a familiar face. It was the woman he and Mark found in the room they were using. Except she was intact and alive. "Do you always bang a dead woman?"

"Only if it's you," he said before he could process the confrontation. She was standing there, a little shorter than him the red tag still in her throat. She still had a grip on his arm, so with he free arm, he ran his hand up her leg, then leaned in and kissed her. "After all, you're gorgeous."

"I am," she replied - half question, half statement. She let ago of him, but didn't step away. "So, wanna fuck me again?"

"Always," Karl said. "But I bet you want something more than that, don't you?"

The woman licked her ruby lips. "Of course, this tag isn't just for show," she tugged at the tag in her neck.

"Out of curiosity, who cut off your head last time," Karl asked as he ran a hand around her neck and put one hand on her ass, under her skirt. She returned the embrace with a hand on his chest, and other on his ass.

"I did," she purred. "I took the sword and sliced my own head off. Because that's what turns me on," she said. "Put something sharp there, and I get moist."

"You're moist already," Karl retorted with proof. "So, shall we start this relationship off right? You, me, someplace to lay down and something sharp?"

She let him go just long enough to reach behind her and produce a knife from behind her. "I thought you'd never ask," she handed the weapon over to him. He plucked it from her grip and held it against her neck, watching her eyes as she grew excited by the prospects.

Karl nicked her throat, just above the tag, drawing a bead of blood, and she gasped, tightening around his fingers between her legs. "Guess so," he confirmed as he lifted her skirt. She pulled down his pants.

"Just take me here," she pleaded and demanded as she raised one leg to mount him properly. He pushed inside her, drawing a crimson flush to her cheeks. "Ah! Yes!" she rolled her hips. "That's it!"

Karl stabbed her in the neck, and she orgasmed instantly. "Ack!" she gurgled as her neck bled from both sides, windpipe severed. She grinned and kept humping Karl even as he pulled out the knife and this time cut open the front of her throat. She did not spray, but rather her crimson life spilled out of the gash and down her shirt until it stopped. She kept moving as much as she could, but even then the life was dimming in her eyes. Karl pulled out of her. "Next time," he whispered into her ear, "I'll take a saw to your neck, and take your head off properly." He let the body slump to the floor, then pulled up his pants. Looking around, he spotted a woman dressed like a cheerleader watching the whole thing.

"Hey babe!" he approached her, bloody knife in hand. "Care to have some fun?"