Molly was the most dressed person she saw. Everyone else was in sexy clothes, or something else entirely, but she came in a single-piece pyjama, one that went from her feet to over her head. It was Panda-patterned, and was loose enough that no one could really see her body under it at all. And with the hoodie up, she could be absolutely unidentifiable from any distance other than right in front of her.

Now, this didn't mean she was shy, far from it. But she also wasn't about to go advertising like some other people she could see. She clipped her tag to her ear, and made sure it was green before setting out.

She wandered a bit before finding herself in a room that held a very traditional sawing-in-half box. She looked at it, running her hand along the velvet interior before looking to the saw. It was traditional as well, the single-handed saw's blades were sharp and clean. She looked to the box, and imagined herself inside it, feeling the blade go through her waist, being separated into two and... she shivered at the image in her head. No. Not right now, she told herself. Maybe later.

Molly turned to leave when the door was blocked by a mountain of a man. He was, on second glance, not that big, but still larger than she was. He was a Mexican wrestler, and she struggled to remember the right name before the title - Luchadore - appeared in her head. He wore tight blue glittering pants, and a blue mask that glittered just as much. His chest was bare, but glistening with oil, and was perfectly chiseled in all ways.

"Hello there!" The masked wrestler greeted her, moving out of the way of the door like the gentleman he was. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm enjoying you," Molly blurted out a reply before stopping herself out of embarrassment. "I'm sorry!" she admitted as she averted her eyes. "It's just...!"

"Yes!" he proclaimed. "My mighty Pectorals!" He posed and flexed, drawing her attention again to his mighty body. Molly stared. "Tell me, what would you do with this?" he asked her, seeing how entranced she was.

Unable to think, her mouth worked faster than her brain. "Saw in half!" she said.

"Hah! A woman who wishes to conquer the Mighty Me?" the Luchadore played his part to the hilt. "I agree!" He swept past Molly, and she followed in his wake without intention. He climbed into the sawing box, giving her a look as his perfect ass in his tights. He laid down, putting his neck and feet in the right slots. "I am ready!" he announced.

The saw was in Molly's hands, and she had no idea how or why, but she slid it into the gap in the box that lined up with just above the waist of his pants. The saw came to rest on his bare skin, and he spoke up. "Ah, the gentle touch of a womanly woman," he complimented her and she blushed where he could not see. "Begin!"

She pulled back on the saw, and saw it cut into the man. She pushed and it went in further. He was not in any distress. Instead, he was as eager for this as she was beginning to feel. She sawed him with more and more confidence, each stroke more smooth than the last until at last the sword finished its work, and with a strength that surprised her, she put her fingers into the gap and pulled the man apart!

"Ah! Such might!" the wrester said from her left. She looked right and left at his divided body.

"Whoa," she said, the heady rush of what she had just done reaching her. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a man mighty enough to survive even this!" he proclaimed again. "But you have not yet finished your task, woman! You agreed to properly conquer me, and now is the time!"

Molly wondered what he meant when her eyes cast back to his lower half.

He was straining against his pants, and she knew exactly what he meant. Unable to stop or help herself, she climbed up up onto the lower half of the sawing box, and as the man watched from outside of his reach, she pulled down his pants to reveal his cock, upright and loaded. She leaned over him, and kissed that head, drawing out not only his desire, but hers as well.

Molly unzipped the front of her sleepwear, opening it up from neck to loins. She spread her pussy with one hand, and with the other, held him steady as she dropped down onto him. "AhhhHHH!!" she yelled out as she was unprepared for him. She rocked back and forth, up and down on him, ignoring the pain for the pleasure as she rocked her world.

With no warning, her pleasure peaked and she rolled back gasping as she found herself without her voice. She rocked on him, and he exploded in her. She gasped, letting him finish before she shakily pulled herself off. "Oh," she muttered as she found her feet. "That was amazing."

"I enjoyed that too, woman!" the man replied, barely showing the exertions of his lower half. "Come, restore me so that I may show you more!"

Molly slowly zipped her suit back up, restoring her privacy. Even as she wanted nothing more than to put him back together and then melt in his arms, she knew that if she did, she would never get anywhere else. "No," she said, "I think I'll leave you wanting more," she turned the tables on him. "When you're ready for me, you'll find me." She walked away before she did something she would actually regret. Like taking him up on his offer.

* * *

Zoey knew exactly what kind of party this was, and resolved to get the most out of it in any way she could, as often as she could. The moment the start was signaled, she ditched her long jacket along with the others that hung in the lobby and made to make sure she was perfect in the mirrors provided. Her skin was light brown, her eyes a golden brown as well, hair bleached white to add a hint of foreignness to it. She had shaved, making sure the only hair was on her head.

Her costume only needed a little bit of work. First, she pinned her red tag into place, then finished off her costume. Around her neck, ankles and wrists were leather straps, and the unrolled the chain she had with her. First, she clipped it into the slot at the front of her neck, then down between her legs and up behind her. She secured the chains to the back of her ankles, then stood straight, using the mirror to check behind her as she locked her wrists together to the chain behind her back.

"One snuff slave, ready for action!" she announced to herself, then headed out in search of adventure!

It didn't take her long, for she knew that nudity plus red tag was an irresistible lure to some people. She was approached by a man in a spacesuit like you saw in those old movies. "What do we have here?" he asked, leering at her with greedy eyes.

"Your personal snuff slave," Zoey informed him. "You can do whatever you want to me as long as I die."

"Interesting? No matter what I do? Painful or otherwise?"

"I have no say sir," she said, getting closer to him. "I can't stop you at all."

She stopped when she felt something poking into her stomach. She looked down and saw a ray gun out of its holster and pointed at her. "What is that?" she looked back up at the spaceman.

"A disintegrator," he smiled as he pulled the trigger.

Zoey stumbled back, looking down as her stomach glowed red. The glow expanded, warmth and heat inside her as she saw her body start to vanish, turning to ash. She gasped as her bones became visible, tinted red by the heat. The wave of destruction passed up and down her body quickly, too fast for her to process, leaving behind only bones as she got a look at her legs through her ribs before her head was devoured form the bottom up, a quick and painless execution.

Zoey walked out of the Lobby coffin, still bound. "OK," she said to herself. "That was too fast. I didn't even have time to scream." She shook her head, then went to find her next death.

This time, however, she didn't bother to wait for someone to approach her. She looked around and found the first person holding a potentially lethal implement and a red tag that wasn't otherwise occupied. "Hello," she said, approaching the person openly. "Would you like to kill me?"

The person she was supplicating was another woman, with tanned skin and black hair. She wore a sheer and nearly transparent red harem dancer costume with red slippers. She accented her costume with golden armlets and anklets, and a jewel pinned to her navel. She looked at Zoey, bound as she was. "I think not," she said as she reached out and tugged on the chain running down Zoey's front, ignoring her sad look. "But follow me, and I'm sure we can find something or someone who can entertain us." She tugged on Zoey's chain, and she obligingly followed.

It wasn't long before they were approached, and Zoey played her part by standing behind the princess as a man dressed as a Viking. He put a hand on the princess' shoulder and leered at her. "Hey, shall we get on with the raping and the pillaging?"

The Princess flicked the red tag she wore. "This isn't a request," she said, "It's a requirement."

The Viking in turn hefted his axe. "I can do that."

Zoey's chain was tugged, and she stepped up in front of the Princess, matching the Viking's gaze with one of her own. "This is my slave," the princess said. "Demonstrate what you want to do to me on her, and if you impress, I will agree."

She did not tremble as the Viking took her chain and tested it out. "Ah, such a beauty," he lamented. "It will be a shame to end such a pretty woman."

"It is my pleasure to serve," Zoey replied in character. The Viking drew back his axe, and Zoey readied her neck for the chop. He swung, and Zoey felt the blade pass by her neck as the Viking missed her and instead hit the red-clad woman to her side.

Zoey looked as the headless body fell, shock on the woman's face at this turn of events. The Viking took the dead woman's body by the legs and threw it over his shoulder, gathering up the head in the process. "What?" he asked Zoey, who stood there watching patiently. "I never agreed to her terms, she just assumed it."

She could only shrug in response. "Well, I seem to be without a master now." She jingled her chains in a quick and hopefully enticing manner. "Care to pick up the slack?"

The Viking shook his head. "One prize is enough for me now. No need to be greedy." Zoey couldn't really object to that, so she sighed, and went looking again.