I did not need to wait my mark, for the Entertainer had made it clear that I would have no choice in the matter. Such as it was when I strolled onto his stage, I chose to enjoy it, rather than worry over it. I was as unclad as I was when we had finished our negotiations, and I knew that anything else would have proven to be a useless endeavor. So I smiled and waved as I was summoned.

I knew my father was in the audience. He would know me by sight, and could do nothing about it. Was that not the point? I took my place before the man, and he nodded slightly. "This is my first lovely assistant," he announced as he put my self on display for all to admire and desire. "I would say she volunteered, but we all know how that works out around here," he informed them as he placed one hand on my buttocks and squeezed. I did not react, as that was not my part.

"This lovely lady," he spoke, "will be the volu... victim of a classic effect," he announced as he stepped behind me and without warning, wrapped a gag into my mouth. I did not resist. "A sawing in half! Of course," he prattled on, "I do have to make it my own style."

He pulled out the device to place in front of me, so that I might see. It was a chair, but it was not. It was divided into two, with a long slot up the middle. In effect, two half-chairs, a breath apart. And under it was a circular saw, ready to spin. Ready to ride. Rise. Rise. That is what I meant.

The saw all this at the same time I did, and they gave adulation to myself as the man led me to the chair and settled me in. I was placed in the right position, my legs spread out to display my sex over the gap, my legs strapped in place to avoid incident. My arms were crossed behind the chair, also tied in place. He did this quickly, even as I cast my eyes outward.

"There," he said, "Now the question remains. Slow or Fast?"

I could not give my opinion. I had no opinion to give. I waited as the audience chose my fate. I did not pay attention to them and their words, their cheers as instead, I felt the hum of the blade beneath me as it started to rise.

I was impatient in my own way, but I had to wait.

I waited.

Then I screamed in pain as the blade hit me. Oh, the agony was delightful as the saw parted my buttocks and my sex, the metal inside me as I arched my back with the force of the spinning. It was glorious! I breathed heavily through my nose and around my gag as the saw rose into my stomach, the initial wave of pleasure and pain fading, but not going away as the saw kept its cruel pleasure. It rose more, and my breathing became hard as my diaphragm was cut in two, forcing me to breathe by moving my chest in and out, rather than through my stomach. It was to the approval of the audience, those who found my heaving breasts to their liking.

The saw rose, and I could feel it cutting into my ribs. The bones were cut with the same speed and alacrity as the rest of me, and I found myself rolling my hips slightly, rubbing my sex against the spinning blade, more pleasure to mix with the pain. It would never end. It would end soon enough as I glanced down to see the circle reach the gap between my breasts.

Behind me, the blade cut my arms, but they were tied into place. They did not move.

The saw cut my heart, I could feel that. And should this man desire, it would kill me. But that would end me, and that is not what either of us wanted. No, not what we wanted at all. The blade rose, and it approached my collarbone, I raised my head up high to show defiance in the face of the inevitable.

But the blade stopped there. It did not stop spinning, but it rose no further. I was stuck there, severed from neck to nape and lower still, and the metal did not stop.

"Hrm," the Magician said as he bent down to pretend to look at the device. "Ah, I see the problem," he announced. "The hydraulics are busted. I'm afraid that this fine woman is stuck like this until after the show when I can get someone from maintenance down here to fix it."

"I'm here, dumbass!" someone yelled from behind the audience.

"I said, AFTER!" the Man yelled back. What was this? This is not what was promised! I was strapped to this diabolical device, the saw inside me, churning me with all the senses and I was trapped?

I was trapped! This man had taken my offer and done something cruel to it! Oh, curse him! He was... he was... this was beautiful. My father would be forced to watch me up here, even as I was stuck here. Let him squirm. The man apologized to the audience, and informed them that as I would not be able to help for a while, he would need another assistant.

I watched as he summoned forth a young and nubile woman, who looked at me with lust and fear. The man drew her attention away from me and performed some act that was out of my sight, but I knew had to be cruel and visceral at the same time.

And still the blade spun.

The next was a woman with short hair, who ignored me completely, and I heard her make it clear that she had no reservations about her fate. The man spoke words I was not in a position to hear, but then I heard screaming.

Ah, such folly. Her body was sent back to the audience in pieces.

The next was a woman I did not expect. She was my maid, and she marched up to the stage without fear, dressed in a light beach outfit that embraced her body. I wondered why she was here before dismissing the thought. It was in her nature to serve, so why would she not submit herself, to follow me?

She stood tall and proud, and spoke to the man, who considered her offer. I did not hear, but that did not matter as the man agreed to whatever she has suggested.

What was curious to me was when she walked to in front of me and looked me in the eyes. She approached without fear, and I watched with curiosity as she reached around my shoulders and wrapped her hands behind my neck. What as she planning? I asked myself as she took a breath, then embraced the saw.

She did not scream as I watched her press against the blade, the cruel metal parting her clothes then her skin and bones with the same perverse skill it had to me. My maid drew herself onto the saw, pressing her chest against mine, her legs around the chair, and her sex with the same fate as mine. She barely comported herself as she undid the gag in my mouth and removed it with a smooth motion, only to fill my mouth her her lips and her tongue.

She kissed me as intently as any lover, and I was forced to endure this as the saw bisected us both!

The audience cheered her and myself on, and she took advantage of her unbound state to fondle my body for the amusement and pleasure of all watching, as well as myself.

She pulled back her kiss for a moment to whisper in my ear. "Your father," she said quietly, "sends his regards, and has ordered me to be your lover this evening."

My face was flush with anger as she returned to her use of my body as her plaything. That bastard! I will get one over on him, one way or the other. When she pulled back to take a breath, I replied just as quietly, ignoring the rest of the show. "The night is young," I told her. "And there is more to come."

"Yes, mistress," she replied, accepting our fate.