Lindsey stretched, knowing that her dress this day covered nothing. Or rather, she wore a white button-up shirt with rolled up white sleeves. The buttons on her shirt, while existing from collar to hem, were not all done up, as the shirt was tight on her body. She was only able to secure the three over her stomach, but the bottom two could not, as her hips were too wide. The top four were also undone, her chest too big for the shirt. Around her neck was a thin blue ribbon on which a bell was hung, which chimed quietly as she walked.

She didn't mind at all, as the Play Box didn't really have a dress code. Well, it did, and that being "What you were comfortable with." She walked the rooms and hallways without plan or purpose, as she did when she felt a need to be here, but without knowing why. She saw someone walk out of a room, wearing a Masquerade Ball mask, but leaving the door open.

Taking the invitation, she entered, leaving the door open. In the room was a central stage, with many attendees in the lower space around it. On the stage was a well built man, with chiseled chest, a wide black cape, top hat, white domino mask, and his cock was replaced with a properly sized magician's wand.

Pretty tame, all things considered. Lindsey joined the audience as on the stage, a woman approached the magician. Behind them, in a hazy fog that filtered up from the stage, then into the invisible roof above, a guillotine appeared, classic wood design. The Magician cupped her face, and she then laid down on the the guillotine, her neck under the sharp blade. The Magician gestured at the woman, sharing words she didn't hear from her place in the audience. The woman had a retort, but did not move.

The Magician on the stage dropped the guillotine's blade, the metal sliding down and cutting the woman's neck, her head dropping into the Magician's waiting hands. He lifted her above his head, showing off her severed but living head for all to see, despite the open neck showing off her windpipe and . He smiled, and lowered his head to her crotch, where his literal magic wand waited.

"Don't you dare!" the woman yelled out, "If you do, I'm gonna take that wand, and shove it up your ass!"

The Magician licked his lips. "Oooh!" he replied, "kinky!" He waggled his eyebrows dramatically. "And for my next trick!"

He pressed the woman's neck to his wand. "Don't you f'king DARE!" she yelled as he slowly pulled her onto his wand.

She slid onto his wooden shaft, and she moaned, possibly choking as the wand pushed through her neck. "Why does that..." she rolled back her head, "... feel so..."

"Heh," the Magician announced. "Looks like I've got a magic touch!" He trust out his hips, sending his wand all the way into the woman's head.

"Gonna...," she faintly said before her mouth opened up and white fluid began to drip out of it.

The Magician removed his hands, leaving her head on his wand. "Thar she blows!" he laughed to himself at his pirate accent, gyrating his hips as the woman gurgled. He started to walk off the stage like that, to some small applause from the audience. He vanished into the darkness, head with him. On the stage, the guillotine remained and the body of the woman had vanished.

Lindsey looked around as the crowd began to disperse, but she spotted a man standing to her right and a bit closer to the stage, standing without moving, contemplating the stage and the prop on it. She strolled up, and stepped around in front of him, turning on one foot to face him directly. "Hey," she said to him as she put her arms behind her back, and leaned forward, just barely not falling out of her shirt, "wanna chop off my head?" she offered, "and do something to me?"

He looked down at her, then up at the guillotine. "Fuck yeah," he agreed, and Lindsey turned and skipped up to the stage, bare feet quietly padding along as the bell around her neck jingled. She could feel him close behind her, close but not touching her as she sauntered up to the guillotine, and turned around to lean on the vertical upright, running a finger along it.

The man put a hand on her hips, and helped himself to her lips before pushing her down onto the bench, her swinging her legs to one side, and her head and neck under the blade above. The man pushed aside her open shirt, exposing her breasts, and he kissed them, sucking on them as his other hand played with her clit. She enjoyed that, licking her lips as she helped him out with one hand, the other hand reaching for the small switch that would....

She touched it, and the blade descended, slamming into her neck with a choke, and her head fell, mouth open as she gulped in air. She fell, and hit the back of her head. She bounced and rolled, not seeing what was going on, not feeling anything except the cool floor on her cheek.

She heard things, then a step over her head. A foot was set on her other cheek, and she was rolled around by it, until she was upside down, her view of the guillotine out of the corner of her eye showing her body, one leg and one arm draped lifelessly down.

She was picked up and while she tried to speak, nothing happened, she could barely move her mouth. However she had done this, she had forgotten to grant herself speech. "Cute," the man said as she looked up at him from waist height. She felt a pressure inside her neck, and she opened up her mouth and relaxed as much as she could, all the better to let him use her as she offered. He pulled her back and forth, his cock in her neck until he ejaculated, filling her mouth.

He pulled her off him, and then put her head back onto her neck.

Lindsy blinked, restored, then swallowed, rubbing her throat and checking the bell there.

"You like that, don't you?" the man asked her.

"It's a fetish, yes," Lindsy agreed.

He chuckled. "I could tell. When the blade hit, you came, hard."

Lindsy let a wide grin cross her face, her tongue sticking out to lick her lips clean as she did so. "So I did," she admitted without shame. "Care to have some more fun?"

"I'll pass," he replied. "Thanks for the fuck."

"You're welcome," she too replied. "But if we're done," she hopped off the guillotine, and headed off the stage, "I shall be going."

"See you," he said, staying behind. Lindsey left the room, the bell jingling around her neck. Out in the main hallway, she shuddered, letting the pent up feelings in her body out. "That was fun," she admitted to no one in particular. She rebuttoned her shirt to tantalize others with her chest. She tugged at her bell, and felt it go a little too far. She tugged again, and felt the ribbon go into her neck. She pulled more, and the ribbon went all the way through.

Curious, she put the bell in her mouth to hold it, and put her hands on the side of her head, and lifted.

"Son of a bitch," she muttered, careful not to drop her accessory. "He didn't reattach my head, he just put it back on. Fun." She tossed her head into the air, then caught it. "Yeah, I think I'll have fun with this tonight."