Lindsey didn't need a reason to stroll up behind the person who took her interest. The Play Box allowed for and encouraged such spontaneous behavior, and she took advantage of that as the initiator in this case to get inside the personal space of her target.

Dressed in a light blue bunny-suit, Lindsey took in the black leather jacket the red-haired woman wore, as well as tall leather boots and the traditional mask. Or rather, she embraced it as she she wrapped one arm over the woman's shoulder, her other hand going down the leather-clad arm toward the crimson-gloved hand, and the sword in it. "Hey," she whispered into the ear of the woman in front of her. "Want to play?"

"I was looking for a good lay first," the woman replied.

"Well, that's solvable," Lindsey replied. "Hey!" she called out, drawing the attention of a man who was walking along. He looked at the two.

"Yes?" he asked.

"My friend here," and Lindsey moved one hand to cover her new friend's lips, "wants a quick fuck before we have some fun," she moved her hand away from the one with the weapon toward the woman's pussy, and spread it for the man. "Would you oblige?"

"I don't see why not," the man agreed and pulled aside his robes, the Greek-styled toga pulling aside easily to allow the two strangers to have sex right then and there, the woman quickly adapting to being caught between Lindsey and her partner. It was quick and rough, the woman in Lindsey's grip not quite into it before the man was done, pulling out. "So, what were you planning on?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm going to take this," the woman said to him, "and make love to my friend here," she indicated Lindsey and the sword in her hand. "Care to watch?"

"Sure!" the man agreed to the offer with no hesitation. The same lack of hesitation that the woman had in taking her turn with Lindsey, and the lack of hesitation Lindsey had in starting this whole thing.

The woman pulled away from her, and Lindsey found herself staring into red eyes under the mask. But what drew her attention as she looked up and down the front of the woman, from her lips to her raw sex, was the sword in her hand. "You know," she had to say as the woman flicked the sword around to flex her wrist, "I can't help but notice that if you put the point into the ground, the handle of that would be perfect for your height." The handle was two-hands long, and very metallic.

The woman's eyes twinkled. "I know," she said as she raised the blade to point at Lindsey's own loins. "Now, as I had sex standing up, so shall you!" she announced as she flicked the point of the blade into Lindsey's costume, cutting it open. Lindsey stood still as the woman tilted the sword upward, pressing the point into her slit, then a little further as played a bit with the edge.

Lindsey licked her lips. "If only all my lovers were as gentle as you," she said as the woman got to her knees and began to slide the sword into Lindsey with some degree of seriousness. The first foot of the blade was inside her, and all she felt was the cool breeze of metal as the woman impaled her from the bottom up. Another foot of length, and she straightened her back to avoid the blade poking out from her ribs. The last foot, and she felt the cross-handle of the sword pressed against her, the blade fully inside her. She could feel it, the tip in her throat.

"If you'd care to check," the woman offered, stepping away from Lindsey. The man in the toga took her position and roughly held Lindsey by her chest as he reached between her legs and pulled the sword out just a little. He didn't even look down to check it as instead he slid it back up into her, Lindsey smiling as he did so.

He then twisted the blade, going from the right way in to crosswise, then pulled it out.

The edges cut into her pussy, and Lindsey's nipples turned hard as she was cut, the man shoving the blade back into her with more force than necessary. "Yeah, that's in her," he said as he stepped back. The woman in the black leather jacket then reached out to put her hand on the handle. "What now?"

"Now," she said, "I'm going to take my friend here elsewhere for some private fun."

"Enjoy!" the man said, wishing them well. The woman walked away, pulling Lindsey via the sword raised through her pussy. No one found this unusual, though they weren't long in the public places before she pulled them into s small private room.

"Ah!" the woman said as she turned to Lindsey. "That was naughty. Nice, but naughty."

"I'm the one with a sword in me," Lindsey retorted.

"Well, you were right about one thing," the woman said as she pushed Lindsey down so that she was laying flat on a table, "the blade's length would have been perfect to stand on and enjoy." She raised one leg, and carefully pressed the pommel of the sword against her pussy. "A man is fun and all, but sometimes a woman has needs," she thrust with her hips, and Lindsey saw the handle go into the woman's sex at the same time the blade was jostled inside her. The woman pulled herself further onto the handle, each thrust another orgasmic jolt inside Lindsey.

By the time the woman's own skin was touching the same crossguard that pressed against Lindsey, they were both flush with sweat. They then began to rock against each other, the two women sharing the same impossibly large and deep sex toy.

They both screamed. They both laughed. They both had fun until they they were mutually done.

The woman looked down over her body and then Lindsey's body to lock eyes with her. She carefully reached out and started to pull herself off the handle of her sword. "You're fun," she said as she finally extricated herself from her blade, her gloves allowing her grip, even on the slick surface.

"Thanks," Lindsey said.

"In fact," she said as she pulled the sword out of her, then giving it a flick to clear the worst of the liquid of it before helping Lindsey to her feet, "that I'd like you to do me a favor."

"What would that be?" Lindsey agreed.

The woman handed her the sword. "Cut me up. My legs, my arms and even my head, gone. Then, mount me body on the sword like I did to you and put me somewhere public and walk away." She pulled off her jacket and tossed it aside, leaving her in mask, boots and gloves.

"Lay down," Lindsey commander, and the woman did so.

Lindsey took the sword and without saying a thing, swung it through the woman's legs, above her boots. Then she cut off the arms at the shoulders, the woman licking her lips each time before Lindsey put the blade to her neck. With a quick slice, it was done, and Lindsey was left with the dismembered body on the table. With no regrets, she shoved the blade into the woman's pussy and lifted it up with both hands like a banner.

"Thank you!" the woman said, head still on the table. "And enjoy the rest of the morning!"

Lindsey didn't comment that it was evening when she entered. Time zones were like that. Instead, she walked out of the room, trophy held high. Here she was, a playboy bunny with a body on a stick. All she needed now was a wolf...