George sat at one of the small tables, watching the performance of the After School Magic Club. On the stage, the performer known as Rina displayed the current device for the entertainment of the audience. The young brunette smiled widely as she ran her hands over the thing, eagerly awaiting her fate.

"Tonight, I'm going to ride this," she announced. "A normal performance might have this as some sort of escape device, but let's be honest with ourselves, no one wants to see me escape, do they?" she smirked at George's laughter was joined by many other people in the audience. "So, here is how this is going to work. While I'm getting in, everyone who wants a chance for a piece of this," she indicated her body, "will write down your table number and the time you guess. The Club Head will collect all the entries, and afterward, the person who comes closest to the time it takes before I fail will win!" she promised with a cheer.

The device was a demented torture machine, George thought about it as he idly mused his guess. Two poles stood a bit over shoulder width apart, two saw blades running between them front and back at Rina's neck height. In front and behind, to about half-way up Rina were another pair of poles, offset to the left and right. Each of them had blades too, high and low.

Between all that was a single large pole, one with nothing attached to it, but a rounded tip.

Rina turned her back to the audience and showed them her putting on the cuffs around her wrists behind her back. She then stepped into the contraption, bending and twisting and stepping over and round to get into the middle.

Her neck was threatened by blades to the front and back. Her legs had sharp metal to the outsides and insides. And under her, the the central pole rested against her pussy. "Once the last times have been submitted," George wrote down a number, but had no idea what it was. He just wanted a chance, "this will turn on! The pole under me will start to go up and down, up and down, up and down! Once it becomes too much, I'll lose my balance and fall! And you all know what that means!" she smirked as she looked down at the blades around her. "My poor, defenseless body will get cut up! How long will I last? Well, it looks like the last guesses are in, and it's time! Three! Two! One!"

On the unspoken 'Start!' the pole under her rose into Rina, eliciting a gasp from her as the audience watched. Some held watches or phones to time things. Others didn't. It lowered out of her, then thrust again, a rhythmic pounding that needed no music to accompany it as Rina's voice rose and lowered with it.

George watched, enraptured as the woman was publicly violated for the amusement of himself and others, each push and pull threatening her balance as she was lifted and dropped. He had no idea how long he waited as she gasped and groaned, each push and pull causing her chest to bounce with it.

Then she could take no more. "Yaeaaah!" she yelled as she landed and bent her knees a little too far, her head tilted back a little too much, and the saw blade cut through her neck, cutting off her yell into instant silence. The pole raised again, her body flopping forward lifelessly, resting on and held up by her loins.

There was silence, then a thunderous applause as the Club Head stepped out on the stage, turning the lights and the attention of the audience onto he. "Thank you Rina," she said as she held up a sheet of paper. "For the record, the time was 2 minutes and 12 seconds." There were many collective groans, while some people thought they were close enough. "Rina will come collect her winner after the show," she said as she turned up the lights to reveal and empty stage. "The next show in a few minutes will be Sandy!"

George let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He forced himself to relax, taking a drink of water in the process. Soon enough, the show was done, but nothing held his attention like Rina's performance. He rose to leave with the rest of the audience when the Club Head appeared at his side. "There you are," she said from behind the mask she wore to hide her identity. "Leaving so soon?"

George's heart caught in his throat. "I won?"

The Head showed him a piece of paper with his table number on it, as well as a time. 130 seconds. "Yes," she said. "Rina is waiting for you on the stage." George looked up to the stage, then back, but the Club Head was gone.

Gathering his courage, he walked up to the stage, the mere two inch height something easily stepped over. Up on the stage, waiting, legs crossed and sitting on a chair, was Rina. "Hello," she said, wearing just a smile. She twirled her hair with one finger. "I think you know how this works?" she then asked.

George nodded.

"Well, what do you have in mind?" Rina asked.

George had time to think about that if he had won, but the ideas were just percolating under his scalp. "That thing you did," he asked a leading question, "how much can it be modified?"

"Very," Rina confirmed. "Want to have a go at setting something up for me?"

George nodded. "I have a few ideas," he confirmed, "if you're willing."

"Am I!" Rina stood up. "Let me show you how to build what you want," she said, taking him by the hand to behind the curtains where the props were kept. The next couple of minutes were spent showing him how to build the prop, and the various implements he could use. She then took a walk to give him a chance to build for her a surprise.

It didn't take long, as his hands seemed to move by their selves, until it was done, and it was on the stage.

Rina emerged from behind the curtains, and looked the device over. Her curiosity turned to excitement, which in turn turned to sexuality as she turned to face George. "If you want me," she demanded in a low, sultry voice, "you better take me now because afterward, I won't be in any condition." She pressed herself up against him with an eager flush to her cheeks, and well, they both knew this was going to happen one way or the other.

A few minutes later, a panting and flush Rina was working her way into the device, George moving parts out of the way to make it possible in the first place. Once she was inside, he stepped back to admire his work.

A single upright stood behind Rina, a loop of metal around her neck, the blade on the inside not touching her - yet - but she had no where to go. To her left and right were another set of uprights, between them in the front was a saw blade that faced upward, under her bare breasts, but again, not touching them. A saw threatened her waist, with two more to the side, trapping her in a small square with the pole to her back. Below that, nearly touching her ankles were another pair of blades.

Her arms were unconstrained, not that it would do her any good against the crowing piece of the device. A rotary blade, set into the back upright, started at the floor and aimed upward.

Rin licked her lips. "Ready?" she asked.

George nodded once, and the rotary saw between her legs began to spin, rising slowly.

"Ah, you tease!" Rina complained as she fondled herself in the afterglow, careful to avoid the blades. "First you ravish me, then you threaten me with a good time?"

"Well, if you wanted," George stepped back to observe, "but I want to see how far up it goes before you give up."

"Give up?" Rina asked as the blade approached her body. "What do you expect from me? To plead and scream?" she asked with a cocky grin.

George returned it. "No, Miss Rina," he said in his best Goldfigner impression, which wasn't very good at all, "I expect you to enjoy this."

The blade cut into Rina, and she leaned back against the pole in satisfaction as the pleasure of it hit her, "Mmmm," she hummed as the blade parted her hips, passing between the existing blades to the sides. "Not as good as sex," she said, "but almost."

That's when things changed for her. Without her pelvis to keep her legs steady, they slipped to the sides under the pressure of holding her up, her feet quickly being cut off as her legs spread out. Her eyes went wide in shock as she was no longer being held up and she slipped, falling down - only to be caught on the saw blade under her breasts. They began to peel off her as Rina's expression turned orgasmic, the saws around her threatening to finish what they started.

She reached with her free hands over the blades as her breasts were almost done, grabbed herself by the sides of the head, and pulled herself forward.

Rina's neck was cut just as her breasts fell off, the circular saw passing between where they had been moments before. George was barely in a position to catch it as her body now slouched forward and the saws at the waist level began their own cuts.

In moments, it was over, Rina having been sawn into nine pieces. She gasped in his hands. "That was intense!" she complimented him as the blades turned off. He turned her to view her severed body, holding her head in one hand while he picked up one side of her chest by the arm. "You know how to treat a girl right," she added. "So, wanna try something different? Or just skip straight to the best head job you'll ever get?"

"You know," George said as he took her up on her offer, "Want to try being upside down this time?"

Rina's mouth was full, but her eyes said "Yes!"