"Good evening all," the woman on the stage wasn't the Club Head of the ASMC. No, she was a different person entirely. Despite being older than the others on the stage, she still maintained a youthful demeanor. Her blue eyes were wide and open, inviting with their shining orbs. Her long black hair was lustrous, flowing over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a long strapless gown from her chest down to her ankles, doing nothing to hide the size of her chest. "My name is Linda, and I will be your host for the year," she explained as she strolled up the stage.

Unlike the previous years, where the stage was a slight curve on one side of the room, this year it ran out from the back stage in a long strip, about 4 feet wide, ending in the middle of the room with a 12 foot circular stage that was well lit from all sides. It was coloured a deep red, all the better to emphasize the sensual nature of the performance. "You see, the regular leader of this club has decided to take a small sabbatical for a year. Nothing serious, just some personal time. And she asked me to host this in her stead." She smiled as she held her arms behind her back. "So for all intents and purposes, legally and whatnot, I am her. I had fun in the Club when I was a student here, so I know all the tricks," she smirked. "In fact, I am so confident that I have done everything that I will accept written suggestions for an act. If it is something legitimately new, and not a rehash of a classic with bells and whistles, then I will perform it for you myself, no questions asked."

"So, without further ado, it is time to introduce this year's round of lovely assistants for myself!" she announced with a rise to her voice. "Each of my assistants is of legal age, willing and consenting. I will not tolerate rudeness," she warned. "And for the evening's entertainment, as I introduce each woman, I shall cut them. They have chosen the order in which they will present themselves, and for the first, a single cut. For the second, two. Then three, four and five," she explained. "After that? Well, we shall see."

"Therefore, our first assistant!" Linda gestured behind her to backstage, and out came a young woman. She wore white boots and white stockings. A ballgag was around her mouth with her brown hair cut short, almost 'boyish', if you used that sort of descriptor. In her hands was a long sword, edges sharp and point gleaming. "This is Lindsey, she's 19, an expert in most things that this club does, but without my experience that I bring to the table." She took the sword from Lindsey and checked the edge. "Nice and sharp, just how I like my tongues too," she added. "Be a dear, and bow for me and the audience," she told Lindsey, who did just that, lowering herself so that her torso was horizontal to the floor, her breasts dangling in the air, free and open.

"One cut," Linda reminded everyone and with an almost lazy wave of her hands, slid the sword through Lindsey's waist. The young woman's upper body dropped to the floor with a heavy 'thud', but there was no violence to the cut, the divided body smooth and unblemished. On the floor, Lindsey pushed herself up with her hands while her lower body righted itself with no apparent issue. The audience clapped at that. Linda made a show out of producing a sheet from her empty hands as Lindsey moved about the circular stage on her hands and feet, each half going in opposite directions. Once she had completed a lap, Linda dropped the sheet over Lindsey, the sheet falling flat to the floor, vanishing the first Assistant.

"And now, the second," she announced as she left the sheet on the floor. "Miranda is in the school's Culinary courses, and I can assure you from personal experience, that her skills with knives and other sharp objects are quite amazing."

From back stage, the second woman strutted. She wore a green bikini that bounced with every step, and she waved as she approached the performance area, long blonde hair loose behind her. "Hi everyone!" she called out to a casual response from the crowd.

"Second helper, two cuts," Linda said, holding the sword in her hands. "Be a dear and stick your arms out," she told Miranda, who obliged, holding both arms out straight ahead at shoulder level. To the surprise of no one, Linda flicked the sword from tip-down upwards, and the two arms fell to the ground. "Oh dear, how harmless," she said in her best motherly voice, earning an eye-roll of annoyance from Miranda. "I suppose you'll be wanting that second now?"

"Of course, but aren't you supposed to measure twice and cut once, not cut twice and measure none?"

In response, Linda dropped to one knee and swung the sword through Miranda's thighs. For a moment, she stood still, but Linda would have none of that, and gently lifted her with her free hand off her legs, presenting her living and otherwise unharmed body and head to the audience. "Miranda, everyone!" she announced before setting her down on the sheet in front of her. She picked up the arms and legs, dropping them on the sheet as well, then gathered up the corners, making a bag that was released to vanish Miranda.

"Third! Grace!"

Grace came out from back stage, her short hair thick and curly, obviously dyed into a grey color. Her ample chest held up the white towel she wore, one that was tightly wrapped around her. "Grace is a rambunctious young woman who is part of the Earth Sciences department, and wanted me to tell everyone that she would enjoy spelunking with anyone." Linda gave her a flat look. "And in my day, we didn't need euphemisms like that."

"It's not!" Grace argued. "Anyway, I'm third, so three cuts please! She didn't unwrap herself, leaving things to the imagination.

"In a hurry are you? Well, can't blame you for that," Linda sighed. She put the edge of the sword to Grace's neck, and in response, she raised her chin to expose her throat. "No, not that," Linda said and twisted her wrist to bring the edge of the blade vertical and sliced upward! Grace's face froze in shock as that same face began to slide down, hitting her chest and falling, only to be caught by Linda, who now held her by her chin. She poke a finger through Grace's mouth, back to front, while her head was now featureless and blank. "One," she counted as she put the face into one of Grace's hands. She then pulled down the towel, exposing Grace's breasts to the world.

Linda took one tit and pulled it outward, placing her blade under it, then with a flick of the wrist, removed the massive mound from Grace. She put this into Grace's other hand, keeping them both occupied before repeating this action on the remaining breast. "Three for three," she announced as she placed this last mound of flesh into Grace's hands, forcing her to cup everything together. "Now, off with you!" she said, spinning Grace around to point back downstage. "March!"

Grace did so, and as she did, she started to juggle her breasts in the air to the applause of the audience.

"Show off," Linda muttered. "On to Four!"

From back stage, as soon as Grace passed the curtain, the next woman emerged. Crimson hair flowed about her as she danced down the stage, her harem costume translucent and red in color as well. "This is Sammy," Linda introduced her as she did a cartwheel. "As you can see, she's in the Athletics program, and has no problems flexing," she added as Sammy came to a stop before Linda, doing perfect splits on the ground. "Stand up," she said.

Sammy did that, less standing and more flowing as she pulled herself upwards until she stood tall. "Hi Boss!"

"I told you not to call me that," Linda reminded her for the stage. "Now, Four for four."

"Well, Boss Lady," Sammy interrupted, "I hate to break it to you, but you've been tame so far. Sure, cutting off breasts is fine and all, but this club has standards to maintain!" She smiled as the audience seemed to agree with her. "So," she bowed before Linda, "I submit my body to any depravity."

"Well, if you insist. I was planning on saving this for later, but as you're so eager," She moved to stand behind Sammy and readied herself and the sword in her hands. For a moment, all was still, the tension rising before her arms flashed out, swinging hard for four swings, the sword all but invisible for how fast she moved.

Sammy stood there, a smile on her face as the rapid slashes bore fruit. The first was the most obvious as her arms, held to her hips, fell down, a line across both arms drawn right across her chest, the blade having drawn a line across her breasts, parting top from bottom. The second cut went from her right waist to her left leg, passing above her sex and out her thigh. The third cut was a mirror to that, from left to right. The pressure of her body above, the draw of gravity was enough as the audience watched as her pussy dropped to the floor and her hips slid down between her legs, causing them to be pushed to the sides.

But she was fourth, and it was the last to happen. Sammy's neck parted, her head rolling backward under the weight of her hair, the last sign for her entire body to collapse into pieces. Linda flicked the sword to one side, and then proudly held each piece up for display, tossing them onto the sheet in front of her. First was Sammy's head, still locked in the same smile she started with, showing no signs of moving or life. Then was her upper torso and shoulders, her half-breasts hanging down freely. This was tossed aside. Third, the woman's lower chest, stomach and hips. Then, Linda picket up her shapely legs, holding them to the sides as trophies before adding them to the pile. Lastly, she bent over and picked the smallest piece up, the bare sex formed of the small wedge between Sammy's legs.

These, she raised to her lips, and kissed for the edification of her audience before placing them with care atop Sammy's head. Linda then rolled up the sheet, spinning it tighter and tighter until Sammy could no longer be in it, and the sheet was unfurled.

"A treat, a promise for the future," Linda said to everyone. "But now, the last, and not the least. Kimberly!"

At the call, the fifth assistant strode with purpose down the catwalk. With brown curly hair, she wore nothing at all, proud and not caring one bit. "You know," she called out as she walked, "I was going to wear a bunny suit for all the pervs out there, but then someone had to go escalate."

"Pervs?" Linda asked, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You know," Kimberly pointed out past the edge of the stage. "All the men who want to get to know me intimately, and would have been undressing me with their eyes."

"A pleasure you denied them, I'm sure," Linda checked her sword. "Also, Kimberly here is a Computer Science major, with a good head on her shoulders."

"Which you are probably going to be removing, as I can count to five," Kimberly replied. "Well, here I am!" she posed with her body wide open and defenseless.

Linda shook her head. "Very well then. "one!" The first swing went through Kimberly's waist. The second cut her neck, and she stood still, balanced even as Linda cut her. The third swing went through her knees. The fourth was, after a moment's hesitation, through her ribs, under her chest.

The last cut, she took her time with. She slid the blade into Kimberly's pussy, and then started to pull upward. The blade cut upward just as easily as everything else, but there was enough friction for her to lift Kimberly just a fraction, enough to pull her away from her legs, which dropped to their knees, then forward. Linda now held the sword with both hands to support the weight of Kimberly as she dropped onto the blade. She slid down until the cut at her hips, and her body parts fell off the sides, her sex split. Still she dropped, more under inertia than anything else.

Kimberly's stomach was parted and joined her hips in two piles, and so with the reduced weight, Linda forced the blade up into Kimberly, separating her chest before taking a second go to get up to her neck, breasts going to the sides, not once had they stopped being massaged by her hands.

"Not done yet," Linda told Kimberly, her head on her blade. With a wicked slice, Linda parted the skull in two, each side falling away to thunderous applause.

"Thank you! Thank you!" she bowed to the audience. "We will now be taking a break, and once we come back, as is tradition, I will now be the assistant as each of my ladies take the lead," she bowed. "And I hope to see you after the show, a lucky winner."