The camera turned on, showing not a stage, but rather an open park, with the noises and sights of a city in the background. "Hey everyone!" Brittany announced as she stepped infront of the camera, in the nude save for the shoes she wore, and the hairband to keep her hair bundled up. "Today, I'm responding to you haters who think that just because I perform in a stage, I'm not really risking anything!" She looked around. "So, attached to this stream is a location marker for anyone who wants to get to me," she said without fear.

"For you see, today's performance will be raw and in the natural," she gestured around her, then moved the camera to see three squares, lined corner to corner in a row lying on the ground. "These are some cube cutters my worthless brother had laying around, and I'm going to have some fun with them!"

Brittany carefully laid down on the cutters, showing for the camera how her head would line up with one, her shoulders and arms would be outside the squares, her chest inside the middle square, portions of her stomach outside again, her hips in the lower square with her legs outside. "See!" she said as she got back up. "What I'm going to do is throw myself onto those, just like that," she mimed hopping, then falling backwards.

"Once that's done, the camera will keep rolling, and the location data will become public to all of my viewers. "And I'm going to lay here, trapped and cut up for you, my loving audience who I know lives in this city, to come find me! The people who get here first can take any parts - arms, head, breasts, pussy, or legs, back home with them! Now, I've made some arrangements to make sure that no one just accidentally wanders in, or worse yet, some animal comes by and takes a piece of me!" She shuddered. "I'm not that kinda exhibitionist."

"So, with all that out of the way, the race begins now!" She tapped the camera and it followed her to the squares on the ground. She turned her back to them, standing on a mark, then without waiting, leaned backward, holding her arms out wide as she fell.

The camera watched as she hit the ground, falling into the squares as she promised, her body cut and sliced in many angles. "Ah!" she said from within her square, "I'm glad I put padding on the bottom. Now, to wait! Remember, I'm first-come, first served, no matter how long it takes. Even until nightfall!"

*  *  *

Mark recognized his building in the stream, and once he realized it was real, he was out the door in a flash. He then returned to his apartment to grab a bag, just in case. The park was still three blocks away, and he didn't run, but rather walked with purpose, his phone loading the stream and the location as he moved. He entered the park and checked the map app, spotting the few trees that she had to be in.

He walked without drawing undue attention to himself, following the map until he reached the trees and stepped through them. He looked around for where she was, and it was only with a 'Hey!' did he realize how close he was. He approached and saw Brittany laying buck-ass naked on the ground, inside the three squares. The camera was floating in the air, looking at her, and not at him. "Don't worry about having your face on camera," she informed him. "How long has it been anyways?"

"About twenty minutes," he said. "I live close by." He stood over her and looked down at her luscious body, "So, I just pick and choose, right?"

"Yep! Pick any part, and take it back with you! I'll handle the return, eventually." Brittany smiled at him. "So, what's your pleasure?"

Mark made up his mind. He got to his knees and carefully picked up her hips, brushing her pubes gently. "I'll take this," he said.

"Good choice!" Brittany replied. "I was figuring it was that or my head that would go first. Now remember, protection is forbidden, I want to be pounded raw, as nature intended."

Mark nodded. "I can do that," he said. "By the way, I enjoy your show. I think I'll watch some reruns tonight."

"You do that," she replied. "But off with you!"

Mark left, prize in his bag.

*  *  *

Julian came next, an hour later. He found Brittany still on the ground with only one piece missing. "Hey gorgeous," he announced his presence, noting the one piece missing.

"Hey!" Brittany replied. "Don't mind me, I can still feel everything, and the guy currently using my pussy has been at it for twenty minutes now. He's either cheating, or he needs to see a doctor."

Julian huffed, taking in his options. Truth be told, he was surprised he got here as soon as he did. "In that case," he said, "I'll be taking these," he picked her legs up off the ground, holding them by the ankles.

"What? Really? Not upstairs?" Brittany asked, almost shocked.

"Nope, feet are my thing," he replied. "Have fun!"

"I will!" Brittany replied. "Such a nice man. But now how long?"

*  *  *

Her answer came about a half-hour later when another man strolled into the small clearing. "Hey there!" she said, which was the only thing she could say before her head was covered in a bag and taken away. She tried to say something, but the cloth muffled her voice. On of those kinds of people. She didn't mind rough. After all, she did cut up her body for fun and sex.

*  *  *

Some time later, the fourth person arrived, cursing quietly under their breath as they took in their options. They ignored the camera, even as it refused to look at their covered face. "Tits it is then," they said, picking up her chest and fondling her bosom. "Suppose I could use a pillow." They left.

*  *  *

Maria was last, as she entered the small area of the stream. It was coming on evening, and when she last checked, the arms were still there. Not much of a prize, but she was still willing to play. She stepped in, and so did another person at the same time. "Oh," she said with a wave.

"Yo yourself," the man replied. "Tied, huh."

"And all that's left are the arms," she pointed out the obvious. "Well, them and her sides."

"Yeah, I saw that. Barclay," he introduced himself.

"Maria," Maria replied. "So, you want them?"

"Eh, thinking about it." He honestly was. "What were you planning with them?"

Maria saw no harm in replying. They shared the same fetishes, really. "Masturbation," she said. "Put an arm up my pussy and enjoy."

Barclay snorted at that. "I got a better idea then," he said. "You get the arms, you come to my place, and we have sex with them as toys to spice things up."

Maria shot back instantly. "Why bother going anywhere?" she challenged. "We can go right here, then decide whose place to go afterward."

Barclay's response was simple. "Fine, but I get to fuck you before you put her hand up your pussy."

Maria started to pull off her clothes. "Deal. Top or bottom?"

He started to strip as well. "Top, so you can hold her arms."

Maria picked up Brittany's hands and then laid down, placing them on her chest. Barclay went between her spread legs, and they definitely put on a show for the camera.