The Camera turned on to find the subject of the shot laying back on a hard surface, her face flush with bliss. "Hey there!" the subject waved at the camera. "This is Brittany, your sexy webcam magician, here with another performance for you all!" The camera pulled back and to the side to show off the rest of Brittany, and more importantly, the second person there. Janet, her self-described B-F-F, and professional assistant to Brittany's brother, walked into the shot with several belts, ropes and others bondage accessories.

"Don't worry dear," Janet said with a slightly sultry voice. "I know what I'm doing."

"That's good," Brittany replied as Janet, without a care in the world, took her hands and crossed them over her chest, tying them together at the wrists-to-elbows. "So, today's little thing," she talked as Janet worked, "required that I be relaxed and flexible as Janet ties me up."

"Which of course," Janet folded one of Brittany's legs up, strapping the top and bottom halves together before doing the same with the other leg, "required that I relax her in just the way you are thinking and hoping," she told the camera, then licked her lips. "But once she relaxed, I could fold her and tie her up like this," the camera rolled over Brittany, showing her laying with her back on the table, arms crossed over her, but under her chest, and her legs folded over her, feet down still. She wiggled her hands and feet as Janet stepped out of view, then returned with four shells.

"These form a box," she informed the audience as she slid the first one under Brittany. The quarter-box had a curved arc where Brittany's neck went, and smoothly slid under her left side to the middle. Janet went around to the right, and put the matching half under and beside Brittany. Then she pulled out the top-right quarter of the box. This one, she had to work with as she slid Brittany's bare foot through a small gap in the bottom, her left hand through the side and then lined it up with the neck. She then repeated this on Brittany's left, encasing her in the box, but with her head, hands and feet all sticking out.

"Now," Brittany announced, looking up at the camera, "We will...."

"No!" Janet interrupted her with a finger, then with a deft flick of the wrist, conjured a red ball-gag which she stuffed into Brittany's mouth. "I shall do the talking this time." Brittany tried to object, but she was bound, gagged and encased, and couldn't do much about it. The camera swung to look at Janet as she leaned over the box. "Cutting up a woman is a fine and time honored tradition," she informed everyone as she reached down out of sight and pulled up a long sword from where the camera couldn't see it. "So why not keep up with the tradition?"

She took the sword in hand and plunged it into the box between Brittany's feet! The camera moved to show that it had gone through the box and the table below. "And now, I shall cut a woman in half!" Janet proclaimed and slid the sword all the way through the box! It stopped just short of Brittany's head, the motion smooth and quick.

Too smooth and too quick as Janet looked down at Brittany's expressionless face. Well, as expressionless as someone bound and gagged could be. Janet puled the sword out and checked it. No blemishes.

She stuck the blade back into the box, and with an expression of confusion and a "What the?" she slid it back and forth between Brittany's feet and head three or four times, each pass moving back and forth as though "There's no resistance," she claimed as she removed the blade and checked it again. "Brittany, dear, are you playing a trick on me?"

Brittany managed a shake of the head to say no, her hands giving a thumbs-down, and her throat making a 'nuh-uh' sound.

"I don't believe you!" Janet stated as she laid the sword down on the box, then pulled out a different one from where the camera couldn't see it. Unlike the first, which was smooth and straight, edges on both sides, this one was serrated, the edges not a single line, but filled with sharp teeth. "A proper saw!" she announced as she slid it into the box, this time horizontally as the camera swung above the box to look down on it as Janet started to saw through the box parallel to the table it was on.

Brittany now started to react as she tried to wiggle about, but could do nothing as Janet slowly worked the saw up through the box, cutting it in half lengthwise. Once Janet reached the top of the box, she stopped with a "Hah!" of success. "Got you now!" she proclaimed as she wiggled the saw a little, only to find it suspiciously loose.

Janet slid the saw-toothed blade down the box, as smooth and unhindered as the first blade. "Ok," she pulled the saw out, "You're just messing with me," she stated flatly as she took the saw-blade in hand and went up to Brittany's head. This time, she slid the saw into a small gap that shouldn't have been there, and began to saw downward.

Brittany's eyes opened wide, but then... nothing. The saw passed through here her neck was supposed to be, up and down, without seemingly catching on anything.

"Brit, dear," Janet said, slightly annoyed as she ran one hand through her friend's hair. "Are you fucking with me?" She said with just a touch of disappointment before pulling away the gag.

"No! That was before the show!" Brittany replied quickly. "Maybe this is performance anxiety?"

Janet stuffed the gag back into her mouth. "Fine, but you forced me to this," she said as she walked off stage for a moment, the camera not following her, but rather circling Brittany, her box, and the two swords.

Janet returned, this time with a new blade. "I knew he kept this for special occasions!" she announced as she held up a large cross-blade, two long sheets of metal set into each other perpendicularly, wide enough and long enough to go through the box entirely from one end to the other with room to spare. Brittany, for her part, was facing the wrong way to see it, and Janet wasn't interested in showing her as she lined up the new cutter with the box.

She slid it in, making sure that the blades were going into the small gaps properly, then pushed! The long blade slid right through the whole box, quartering it with ease! Brittany gasped around the gag in her mouth as the blade stopped at the top of the box, the camera showing off how it went through left to right, front and back, top and down.

Then Janet grabbed the edges of the blade and rolled it, flipping Brittany over with a single heave and twist, leaving her face down with her feet pointed toward the table, and her hands still to the sides. "Hah!" she said in triumph. "Escape that!"

Brittany's response was lost to the gag and her inability to face the camera.

To show off her conquering pose, Janet climbed up onto the table, and carefully sat down on the box, avoiding the blades still sticking out of it. "Thank you all for watching," she said as she crossed her legs. "For those of you who wish to purchase more videos, there will be two followups to this one. First will be with me inside the box," she patted it gently, "and the other, more expensive one, will have the two of us, facing each other, inside a clear box." She winked for the audience. "I know which one I'm looking forward to. Which are you?"