"Mom!" My lovely and gorgeous daughter and I had just entered the Play Box, and I just showed her what her dresscode was for the night. It wasn't anything that she hadn't worn before, I was sure. Black sleeves that would be tied together behind her back and nothing else. Why, I even had one for myself!

"Yes, dear?" I asked as I made sure she slipped into the sleeves properly then tightened them. Her shoulders rolled back, thrusting her chest out.

"You didn't tell me this was for business." I put on my own bondage gear and Lindsey was able to finish it off with her teeth.

"You need a summer job," I informed her, "and an old friend of mine was willing to try you out." We stepped out of the changing room and into the Box itself.

"What sort of job?" she asked as I led her further into the Box. "Because I was planning on going to that island for a week, you know?"

I was soured. "That man is a poor magician," I objected. "He only uses women for their bodies, ravages them and casts them aside without a second thought."

"Well, yeah." Children! Not understanding a thing. "But anyway, it's a summer job."

I could hear her roll her eyes behind me. "I got that part, but what's so special about it that we have to go through all this? Resumes exist for a reason, you know."

"This was the best place we could meet," I informed her.

"And the strapping?" she hopped in front of me to show off her arms still bound. "Is that part of the job?"

I laughed. "Of course not! It's just afterwards, I'm going to take advantage of you as your mother."

"Mom!" Any further objections she may have had were stopped as I turned and pushed open an unmarked door, Lindsey following on my heels.

"Robert!" I greeted the middle-aged man who waited for us with a smile on my face. "How are you?"

"I'm doing well!" Robert stood and greeted me with a kiss on the lips and a hand on my pussy. "And you must be Lindsey," he greeted my daughter in the same way. "Thank you for coming."

"Well, mom thinks I need a summer job, so I had to oblige," she said with a degree of cheekiness. "You're hiring?"

"Indeed I am!" Robert pulled back and headed for the chair he was in when we arrived. "Do you have any questions before we begin?"

"I'll save them for after," Lindsey replied. "Hate to ask questions you were already planning on answering."

"Good, good!" Robert sat down and reached behind the chair to produce an elegant sword. "Come here, I need to see how good you are with this sort of thing."

"I'm an expert," she said confidently enough to make me proud. Even so, she stepped up to him, well within reach of the blade.

"I'm glad to hear that," Robert said. "This sword responds to mental commands, so I would like you to use this sword on your mother, to cut her up into as many pieces as possible." He held up a hand to indicate he wasn't finished. "However, to show your focus, you need to do so while having sex with me. You will begin when I enter into you, and you have from the time we begin until I cum inside you. I will measure your appropriateness by how many pieces you disassemble your mother into, and the skill you demonstrate in doing so."

Lindsey replied by carefully climbing onto the chair, the sword floating in mid-air and pointed at me. She rested with her groin against his, her chest pressed against him and their faces close enough to kiss. "Start when you're ready," she said.

He lifted her hips, and then pulled her down. The sword flew at me like it was loosed from a bow and buried itself into my chest and out my back, between my arms. I watched my daughter roll her hips, enjoying her sexual escapade.

Then the blade moved. It pulled out of me and in time with my daughter's own motions, began to cut me. I watched it move through my body, leaving no trace of its passage, though I knew that I was cut anyways. From my ankles up, my legs were sliced back and forth, each cut maybe an inch above the rest. Then before the blade kissed my labia, it pulled back and in two quick swipes, went down my legs, cutting them in half again. My vagina was carefully encircled, then my hips and stomach were rapidly quartered.

Through this, Lindsey didn't once look at me as she was busy kissing Robert and riding his cock like a champion.

My breasts were cut at their base, though they didn't fall off. Instead, the blade whipped around, slicing my chest horizontally, then vertically, each direction going through my sensitive nipples.

She was starting to climax as my arms were cut up like my legs, from wrists to elbows, then down each. My neck was cut, and my head was sliced, first down the middle, then through my open jaw, then above and below my eyes, then through my crown.

Robert finished having his way with Lindsey, and she worked him for a few more humps to make sure he was dry. "That was nice," she said as she didn't bother dismounting him. "Well, how did I do?"

"Let's see," Robert blew a kiss in my direction, and I fell apart. Every slice of me fell apart like a puzzle, every division now a source of orgasmic joy even as I couldn't do a thing about it. I was reduced to a quivering pile of woman on the floor, my sight in two different directions and no control over my body.

I did hear Lindsey and him separate, then approach me. My left eye could see them, and I felt a flash of jealousy at my daughter's sex. "Amazing!" Robert said as he gently stirred me with his foot. "Smooth cuts, symmetrical, precise."

"Thank you," Lindsey said as she was still flush with pride and with carnal pleasure. "What's next?"

"Well," Robert said as he turned to cup her chin in his hand. "You so exceeded my expectations here that I most certainly want you now."

"You've already had me," Lindsey smirked. "But if you're ready again, I can go again."

He laughed. "Such youth! But no. Not yet at least. Instead, if you would oblige, I would show you some of the performance pieces I would like to perform on you during your stay in my employ?"

"What about her?" Lindsey poked me with her toe, deliberately going for a sensitive spot. "Will she be joining us?"

"Fret not!" Robert replied. "She will not be bothering us unless you wish it. A woman of her stature and capability can easily find or be her own entertainment."

"I can live with that," my daughter agreed as she stood on her toes to kiss Robert. "Lead on, and do with me what you will."

"I will indeed," Robert said as behind him and her, I saw the floating sword rise and follow them. It was pointing straight at my daughter, and I wished her well. We can have fun later. But first, once I was alone, I needed to pull myself together. And keep the straps around my arms. Wouldn't want to get any ideas now, would I?