"Didn't expect to win," the young man said as he strolled back and forth on the stage, watching Wendy, the smiling woman sitting on a wooden box turning her head back and forth as he did so. "Didn't really think about what I wanted to do."

"Well, you did choose me," she noted. "So you did have some thoughts."

"I picked you because I liked your hair," he replied.

She kicked up one leg and switched which was over the other. "My hair?" she asked as she played with it. "There's nothing special about it."

"Can't a guy have a fetish?" the young man retorted.

Wendy laughed. "In this job, I've seen everything."

"Speaking of, the Halloween show?"

"Yes?"

"You're going to participate?"

"Of course!" Wendy chirped. "It's part of the show! Entertainment for the masses!"

"How does someone get an invite?" he asked. "I know those are limited."

Wendy's grin grew wider. "Oh, you want an invite?" she asked. "You want to go to a private party where anything goes? Any debauchery and beyond you could wish for? Why would you ever want to do that?"

He didn't answer, it was caught in his throat.

"OK then," Wendy said, hopping off the wooden box. "You want an invite? Maybe dress up, find me and hurt me?" she asked as she reached an arms length from him, reaching out to put a finger on his lips. "I can do that." She stepped forward, her finger in place as she got inside his personal space. "But you have to prove that you can do that sort of thing."

He gulped. "How?" he asked.

"In the box," she said. "You'll find the right props. Use them," she told him.

She was inside his reach, so while her finger was on his lips, he put both hands on her bare waist. "Oh?" she asked.

He gently pushed her backwards, towards the waiting box. There was nothing unusual about it, save that it was wooden, and when they got there, he gently kicked it open with his foot. Inside was a white pole and three metal disks with a hole punched through them. He looked down at them, then at the grinning woman in his grip. He let her go and examined what was in the box. The pole was thin, round, and about three feet long. The disks were shiny metal, perhaps steel, perhaps not. He found that they folded open one side, right down the middle and through the central hole. The inner edges were quite sharp.

He thought about it. Thought about it some more. "Oh, I see," he said as he put down the cutting disks and picked up the long pole. "Up or down?" he asked Wendy.

"I'll swallow it," she replied and took it from him. The young man watched as she raised the pole over her head and leaned back, tilting her head and opening her mouth wide. She dropped the pole into her mouth, carefully guiding it as she swallowed it like someone would swallow a sword.

With her hands occupied making sure the pole went in straight, and her eyes forced upward, the young man slipped out of her sight and took one of the disks in hand. It wasn't that large, the size of a woman's waist, Wendy's waist. But that wasn't what he was planning as with her back to him, he raised the open disk to the level of her neck, then attacked!

He pushed the circular metal piece past her arms, and around her neck. He could only hope he had the lineup done properly, but trusted in the performance to make it work; he closed the metal disk on her!

Wendy choked and gagged, her arms flailing for a moment as she found the disk through her neck. He stepped back and watched as she couldn't open the disk, and she turned around to try and spot him, but he moved out of her sight with ease.

"Keep dropping that," he told her.

She paused, took a breath, and reached around the disk to take a hold of the pole, and the last foot or so above her mouth. She pulled down on it some more. While her hands were again occupied, the young man took the second clipping disk, and while he considered cutting through her breasts, decided against it, instead aiming for her bare waist. This, he closed shut on her with ease, causing her to start again, perhaps vocalizing some objection, but she didn't stop swallowing the sword, pushing down inside her mouth with two fingers even as her now-free hand checked the location of the disk that cut her torso in two.

She swallowed, and the man watched as the bottom of the pole appeared between her legs. "Ah!" she coughed and cleared her throat as best she could with metal in it and a pole blocking her airway. "Rude!" She put a hand on each disk, above and below. "And the Head said this was going to be more..." she turned around to find the man holding the last cutter in his hands, open and ready. "More lethal. More painful. Which isn't what I'm getting at all."

"Maybe it has to be all done at once?" he suggested.

"Perhaps," Wendy agreed. "What do you think?"

The man considered his options, then put the last cutter aside for a moment. He put his hands on the sides of Wendy's head and spun it around, forcing her to look backwards. "oooh!" she cooed as she slipped about. With her vision distracted, he put his hands on her breasts and squeezed, using them to spin in the other direction before her own hands could sop them, or hold onto him. "Hey!" she tried to object, but her body was now her legs facing forward, her torso turned about to the left, and her head reversed entirely. "That's nice!"

"Last clipper," he told her and picked it up from where he set it down. She gave him a thumbs up, and he picked his position with care. He lined it up with the bottom of the pole that ran through her body, and with no preamble, cut off her legs.

Wendy froze, not moving at all as the young man stepped back. She didn't react. The young man stepped back and waited for her to respond.

Wendy's armed dropped to her sides, listless. The young man walked around to face her face, and paused as he came to face with her.

The blank face of someone shocked, her eyes open, as was her mouth. He touched her, and she did not respond, so he squeezed her breasts.

Nothing.

He flicked her pussy, and she did not react at all.

So he pushed her, just a little bit, and Wendy fell. Her legs collapsed under her and when her knees hit the floor, her entire body ... bounced with the impact and the young man had to retreat quickly as her body fell to pieces. Her head rolled away, her upper torso didn't go far as her arms got in the way, and her lower body game to rest, somehow, with her waist to the floor. Her legs... fell to the sides.

All this accompanied by the clatter of the disks as they came undone, and the pole vanishing. "Holy shit!" he cursed as he saw all this. "Hey, you OK?" he asked.

There was no answer. So he picked up Wendy's head. She didn't react, and he could feel the charred stump on her neck, and he turned it over to see it blacked and burned. He looked down and saw that her reversed hips had the same on her legs, and the other side of her neck was the same.

She did mention that this was supposed to be ... more.

And now he had cut her up, and the blades had done their thing, leaving her ... leaving her... utterly helpless. And wasn't this the whole point? That he could take advantage of her and earn an invitation?

Well, it wasn't like Halloween was getting farther away...