Strolling through one of the back halls of the event, the stone walls looming and glooming in the faint torch light, two women moved as one. Looking then from the front, the one on the right had long black hair and wore a white bikini with golden trim, a slue stocking going up her right leg, and sleeve of the same colour over her left arm. Around her neck was a necklace with the Egyptian Ankh. Beside her was a nearly identical woman with blonde hair, tied up rather than loose, a black leotard, and green sleeves on the same leg and arm as her companion. Her neck had a skull on it.

As they walked, they each had a hand on the other's hip, flowing together in a way that did not interfere with their stride, a way that spoke of long practice at this. Or in three-legged races.

"Perhaps this one?" The blonde woman indicated a wooden door with the sign of death burned into it. Neither feared it, that was for sure. This wasn't their first time at this event.

The dark haired woman agreed without saying a thing, and the two of them turned as one to walk through the door, letting it close behind them with a solid thud. They were alone in the dimly lit room, suitable for a dungeon setting. before them were several poles, each spaced apart from each other by about four feet. Each pole had two pairs of cuffs on them, one at the floor, and the other hanging from the ceiling.

"Curious," the black haired woman said as they approached one of the pillars. "Enough to bind a person in place, but then what?"

The other considered this. "Perhaps people are expected to bring in their own entertainment?" She gestured with her head back at the door they came in from. "A place for someone to chain up another and have their way with them?"

"Is that a request?" the woman in the white two-piece asked.

"Only if we cannot find someone to have their way with us, yes." But then she paused, looking at the pillars. "Perhaps something a little more permissive and submissive? You know how much people like to take advantage of women like us."

"I see what you're meaning," her friend replied. She pulled away from her counterpart, and approached one of the pillars. She put her ankles into one set of cuffs, then put her back to the pole, reaching up to clasp her hands into the upper set of cuffs.

Her friend did the same thing at another pole, the two facing each other with space between them for others to pass. "I wonder what will happen to use first?" the dark-haired woman asked rhetorically as she tested her bonds. She was not getting out on her own accord.

"I think that we might not have to wait." The blonde woman looked down and saw a pair of thin blades appear from the bottom of the other's pillar. She looked to her own and saw the same thing.

The other saw this as well. "Ah, this should be fun!"

Before they could say anything else, the blades flashed in the dim light, and both women a swift breeze up their body.

"Oh my," they said as one, frozen still. Then red lines started to appear on each of them. Their ankles above the cuffs, up their legs, across their hips, waist, under their breasts, through them, then above through the shoulders. Again through the neck, then under the nose and above the eyes before going up their arms to their wrists.

Their clothes were finely cut, not torn as the red lines started to seep. Then they started to fall apart. Unbalanced chests slid out, top and bottoms falling to the floor. The lack of support caused their heads to fall, followed by the arms, and the force of the impact jostling their hips and legs into collapsing into a bloody heap on the floor.

There was silence.

In the lobby, the two women stepped back into wholeness and life. They looked at each other in understanding. "We should recruit someone to come with us," the blonde said. "Switch our tags to green so that we will survive, then we can be assembled again afterward."

"I agree. It shouldn't be too hard to find someone willing."

*  *  *

"Where are you?"

"Looking for someone?"

"Yeah!" The searching person didn't stop. She had long brown hair tied off to one side, and clear blue eyes. She wore a string bikini with black and white blotches on them, the small triangles doing nothing to hide any of her skin. Around her neck was a cow bell and a green tag. "I'm looking for the guy I came with!"

"Well, what is he dressed as?" the man wore a leather executioner's hood, and carried an axe with him.

"He's got a tiger-stripped speedo," she informed him. "Brown hair. Tall."

"I don't see anyone like that," the Executioner said as he looked around. "Did you plan on meeting somewhere?"

"No," the cow-woman responded, downtrodden.

"Well, that sucks," the Executioner replied honestly. "It sounds like you had something special planned."

"We did," she informed him. "He was going to eat me."

"Literally eat, or sexually?"

"Both."

"Well, there is that cafe that will let you offer your body for that sort of thing," the man said as he admired her displayed body. "I'm sure they'll take you, no problems."

She shook her head. "Not what I'm looking for. Where are you?" she called out.

"If your friend doesn't show up, wanna play with me?" the Executioner offered. "I know how to use this." He hefted his axe in demonstration.

She gave out a defeated sigh. "fine" she breathed out. "But I'm not one of those types of girls," she poked him in the chest. "I stay in one piece."

The Executioner thought about that. "You know, I can make that work," he nodded. "Here, or in private?"

"Here." She said, not concerned about being in public at all.

The Executioner set aside his axe, then brought the woman close, putting one hand under her leg, lifting it up. And up. And up until her left leg was now pointing straight up, her foot past her head. He then folded up her other leg, supporting her with an arm around her waist.

"Nice!" she smiled. "Ease of access?" she wondered aloud as she reached down and plucked at the lower bikini, the thin fabric now the farthest down she went.

"Not yet," he said as he took her other arm in one of his, and started to wrap it around her shoulders, holding her legs in place. Her other arm, he pulled around her back, then over her stomach. Her legs, he then folded back over her arms, holding everything in place against themselves. "Almost," he said as he then grabbed her head and spun it around to face backwards.

"Oooh!" she said, facing away from him. "I'm all packed up!"

The Executioner didn't respond with words, instead pulling aside her bikini, snapping the thin strings in the process. He put his lips to her teat, and sucked. She moaned at the sensation as the man went to the other one as well, drinking his fill of her milk.

"Please make love to me," she asked, her hand that was able to, broke the string holding her bottom in place. Even though she couldn't see, she could feel his own presence as he lowered her down, lining up and obliging her.

He pulled away, the white in her loins matching the white on her breasts. "Ah!" she said happy.

"What do we have here?" the Executioner and the cow-girl looked at the new arrival. It was a tall blonde woman with a tiger-striped bikini that barely covered more than the cow. "Is this a private party?"

"No," the Executioner said. "This cow was just waiting for a tiger to come and eat her, but he never showed, so I decided to pass the time."

"Really?" the new arrival licked her lips. "Can I eat you?"

"Sure!" the Cow replied without pause. The Executioner passed the twisted woman over to the tiger, who barely showed the strain of holding the cow's full weight. She put her lips to the Cow's pussy, and licked, the Executioner watching intently as she sucked.

Then she opened her maw, and pulled the cow into her, her hips somehow shrinking to match the engorged mouth. The Cow gasped. "Hey!" she objected. "No eating!"

"I said that I wouldn't," the Executioner informed her from inside his darkened mask. "And you did say you were saving yourself for a Tiger, so I suppose this is only right and proper."

The Tiger gave a thumbs up as she tilted her head back, swallowing the cow's waist and stomach, arms and legs wrapped around both. She reached up and pressed in the cow's tits to better slide into her moth and down her gullet.

Then it was just her head sticking out of the tiger-woman's mouth. "This is nice," she said with crimson cheeks as the Tiger finished her off, slurping the hair like a loose spaghetti noodle.

"How was that?" the executioner asked of the woman who showed no outward signs of her meal.

"Hamburger," she replied. "Nice and moist too."

"Glad to be of service."

"Actually," she said, "would you mind doing me a favour?" She approached him and he put a hand on his axe. "That was such a turn on, I really feel the need for this," she pulled on her own bikini bottom, pushing it to one side. "Can you fuck me to an orgasm? I'm so close, I can feel it, but I need you to put me over the edge."

"Hell yeah!" the Executioner agreed, "And after?"

The tiger pressed her hips onto his. "After?" she paused long enough to make sure he was keeping his end of the deal, "nothing. We go our separate ways."

*  *  *

The two women led their cohort back into the room with the various pillars. They had picked the two men at random, each appealing to one of the women's personal sensibilities. After that, it was a simple matter to get the men to follow them, for why wouldn't they?

"So these pillars cut up whoever is strapped to them?" one of the men said. They never bothered to learn their names. Why bother?

"Indeed," the blonde woman agreed. "And again, we would appreciate it if you had fun with us for a bit."

The woman in the white two-piece didn't say anything as she locked herself in, her chosen man taking the opportunity to run his hands along her hips. "Any requests?" he asked.

She finished locking herself in place, seeing her friend in the same state. "Only that we enjoy everything," she said.

The men stepped clear before the blades emerged and they watched as the lovely ladies were dismantled. "Damn," one whistled as they looked at the two piles of living pieces on the floor. He bent down to look at the parts in front of him, the blonde woman with her black clothes. He lifted up the top of her head with her eyes looking back and forth at him and at her surroundings. He found a hand, and it gripped his hand cleanly, showing that she was alive in all ways.

The other man, however, was more interested in the prize. He located her bare hand and began to lick it, drawing some pleasure from it and his tongue. As he did that, he found the parts he was looking for, and went to his compatriot. "Got an idea," he said. "I need that."

That was the other woman's lower hips, matching the one he held in his hand. Curious, his friend passed it over, and the experimental man put the two tops together, creating a single body part that was two hips joined at the top, with vaginas on both sides, one covered by white and the other by black. "What do you think?"

"I think I'm not gay enough to have our dicks touch like that," the other man said.

"No, it's cool!" He reached into the white-covered woman with his hand and pushed deep enough that had it should have been out the other side. He pulled out, hand covered in her juices. "See! All the depth!"

"Fuck yeah!" the other man agreed. He lowered his pants, and the two of them proceeded to use the womanly parts between them for their personal pleasure.  When they were both done, they went back to the other parts and assembled them as they saw fit.

Hands were put on the bottoms of legs, arms crossed over top with feet facing upward to form a table that the two men used to assemble the heads and torso pieces on. White-clad breasts lost their shoulders, and were topped by the blonde woman's mouth to allow her to suck on anything between her new tits with ease.

But then they came to a conclusion.

"I think we need more women," one of the men said. "There just aren't enough parts to have fun with them all."

The other man stepped back and agreed. "I think we can make our own party out of this," he agreed. He picked up the tits and mouth assembly, then indicated the two pussys. "Take that, we can use them to show off what we're doing."

"Done.

The two men walked out into the hall and instantly came across another group of partygoers. "Hey everyone!" they said. "Who wants to be reassembled like they were made of LEGO? Green tags only, as Red tags will cause too much of a mess."