"I have to say," Linda said quietly as she sat at one of the tables surrounding the stage. She set down the beer bottle beside her, and the man sharing the table with her took it and drank from it. "I didn't expect you to ask on behalf of your daughter," she indicated the stage where the named woman was currently being set up for her chosen trick.

"Actually," the man replied, "I came here when I was in school, and won once. I figured why not share in the fun with her now that she was old enough, and had an interest?"

"Why not indeed?" Linda had to agreed. "After all, my own daughter is performing this year."

"Yes, yes she is," the man replied.

They watched as the man's daughter was prepared. Her feet were strapped to the floor, her arms outstretched. Between her legs, a sharp thin pole, divided in two, was slowly raised. She looked out, but saw nothing, the darkness outside the stage preventing anyone on the stage from seeing who - if anyone - was out there.

"You mentioned you won," Linda conversed casually. "What did you do?"

"Oh," the man replied as he cast his thoughts back. "There was this one raven-haired woman who had my eye. After I went up, I tied that woman's ankles together, her hands behind her ass, and then hung her from the rafters. As she dangled there, I swung a sword first through her knees, dropping them to the ground, and letting just a little pressure off her."

On the stage, the daughter started panting in excitement as the pole entered into her sex, yet between her feet, the second step of the trick emerged - a spinning saw blade that was in the gap between the two halves of the pole.

"I let her swing for a bit, then I cut her off at the waist," the man recounted as his daughter was impaled before him, unconcerned. "Got to tell you, that chick, she was tight!" he said as he mimed humping. "She was so turned on, that I barely had to do anything to her before she came!" He chuffed at that.

The daughter was fully spitted now, the pole coming out her mouth, her head thrown back uncomfortably. The sawblade was almost at her body now, and she was holding onto the grips with her hands for dear life.

"Then I cut her off at the neck," the man spoke, "and she fell out of her noose, top and bottom! She was too busy trying to breathe, I'm sure she had no clue what was about to happen when I stuck my dick down her throat."

"No," Linda replied, "I knew exactly what you were doing," she told him as the saw began its fatal work, cutting the daughter on the stage in half with no hidden tricks. Clear curtains rose to contain the viscera. "I saw it in your eyes when you were considering cutting me through my tits before going for my neck."

The man looked at her. "That was you?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yes, it was," Linda replied. "Let's see, that evening, Marcy did a Mismade cabinet, Janet went into the twister using the same noose you put me into, then the Head did a hand stand and Georgia pulled herself out of the Head. You, I recall, wanted to Mis-Made me without the box, hanging from the noose."

"Shit," the man replied. "That was you. Damn."

Linda chuckled at that. "Have to say, that was pretty fun," she told him.

On stage, the daughter was almost done, her body cruelly cut in half, save for her neck and head. Soon, even those would be divided.

"Say," Linda asked the man, turning to face him, "If you hadn't brought your daughter in last time, what would you have done?"

"Me?" the man thought about it. "I'm not sure."

The daughter was now cut in two, the saw-blade finishing its cut through her head. But she wasn't dead, not by a long shot. Instead, the two halves were pulled apart, and off the stage where two long grills sat.

Each half of the daughter was placed, cut down, on a grill, sizzling. This was what she wanted, so why not? She was going to feel everything.

"Well," Linda said as the stage was quickly cleaned and cleared. "The show is going to start soon, so why don't you think that over," she suggested. "After all," she turned to whisper in his ear, "maybe you'd like to go round two?"

The man tiled his head to the side. "I think I'll pass," he said as he stood up himself to head for the entrance and wait for the show to begin properly. "Let some young buck have their fun."

"What makes you think you'll deny them anything?" Linda asked, the offer clear in her voice."

The man thought about it. "How about this," he counter-offered. "You got my girl, so I get your girl after the show."

"Oh?" Linda raised her voice slightly in mock-disbelief. "Want the young and energetic instead of the older and experienced?"

The man smirked. "Why not both?"

*  *  *

After the show, on stage the winner was having his fun. Back stage, the father met with Linda and Lindsey. The later was sitting on a thin-sawing table, the former in a chair. "Ladies," he said in greeting.

"So, you're the dude my mom was talking about," Lindsey said as she went from sitting to laying on the sawing box. "She told me what you did, and truth be told, I like the idea."

"Thanks, it was a spur of the moment thing," he admitted. "So, how are we going to go about doing this?"

"Well, we're off the clock, so what we do on our own time is our own thing," Linda said. "But before we do that, there's one last thing to deal with."

"And that would be?" the man asked, curious.

Linda rolled off the box she was on, flipping open the top as she did so. From the box, "Hey daddy!" and his daughter popped out.

"Hey honey!" he replied with a smile on his face. "How was your evening?" he asked her.

"Butchered, cooked and eaten while feeling everything?" she hopped out of the box with excitement. "That was amazing!" She turned to Linda. "Hey, can I get an invite to the Halloween thing?"

"Done," Linda replied. "But wait until you here the theme this year before you plan anything."

"Cool!" the Daughter said. "So daddy, you got to watch me get done in," she pouted and put one finger on her lips. "What are you going to do now?"

"Well," the father replied, "That depends on you. You ready for another go?"

"Am I!"

"Excellent," he gestured for her to come over, and she did. He leaned in to whisper his plan into her ear and she nodded along. "Think you can do that?"

"You can count on me!" his daughter replied and then rushed over to Lindsey, grabbing her and dragging her away.

"Oh?" Linda asked from her seat. "No hint?"

"Well, I had to change some things now that she's here," the man replied with a shrug. "Trying to manipulate the two of you into what I wanted to keep the surprise becomes a lot easier when I have her to help out."

"I'm not going to argue with that," Linda replied from her seat. "What told you she was into this sort of thing?" she asked.

"Family matters," he replied, ending that line of conversation.

"Daddy!" his daughter and Lindsey came back with two tall boxes, one clear and one not. "So, Linny and I got to talking,"

"Linny?" Linda was surprised.

"And she made an offer I couldn't refuse!" his daughter told him as Lindsey opened the door to one of the larger boxes and stepped in, dragging his daughter in after him. "Bye! Have fun!" She went into the box and closed the door behind her.

For a moment, the box shook, with giggles from the inside. Then both stopped.

The man walked over, curious, and carefully flipped open the door to the box.

"Empty," he said.

Linda laughed. "Oh, to be young again. They'll be back. Eventually."

He had to admit that was probably the truth. "Well, as long as she enjoys herself," he said as he closed the door again. "Well, that changes things."

"Aw, don't be sad," Linda stood and leaned on him with her elbow on his shoulder. "What were you planning?"

"Well, I was going to put you and your daughter into the two boxes," he indicated the black lacquered containers, "then mix-and-match for fun."

Linda had a thoughtful finger on her lips. She slid off him and into the unoccupied box, leaving the front door open. "Well, that shouldn't stop you from having fun," she suggested. "Then afterward, I can tell my girl how much fun she missed."

"Why not?" the man said in response. "Gimme a minute."

"Take your time."

The man went about his business, and returned with what he needed. "Now," he said, "I tied you up last time because I didn't want you to thrash, so this time I'm going to do something different."

"And what would that be?" Linda asked.

The man held up a few short swords. "I'm going to pin you into place," he said and got to one knee. He gently pushed her legs together, which she obliged him with before he took one of the sharp blades in his hand, and slid it through her lower thighs, from left to right. "There," he said as he pulled his hands out of the box, and sat back to enjoy the view.

"That's it?" Linda looked down at her stabbed legs.

"Of course not!" he replied and pulled out a sheet of metal that he slid into the box into her thighs, above the sword. It went in smooth as silk, sliding and touching the back with a quiet click.

"Oh!" Linda looked down at her abbreviated legs. "Not going to close the front door, I see."

"Why?" the man asked as he reached into the lower section of the box, and pulled Linda's legs out from under her, the sword still through them. She flexed one leg, then the other in his grasp. He rand a finger along the soles of her feet, assured that they were real. He then set them aside, upright and pinned together.

Linda smiled at him as she placed the palms of her hands on the divider in her box. "Here," she said, "something else for you to pin in place."

"I think not," he replied as he took the next divider and slid it into the box, this time at her waist, cutting through her arms as well below the elbow.

"Ah!" Linda replied in shock as he pulled her arms out, each limb still alive as she swung her wrists around and rolled her fingers. He kissed her fingers, and she allowed him that much as he set aside her arms and returned to the box, where he put his hands on her hips and pulled that out.

"Oh dear," Linda deadpanned, "whatever shall happen to me? A helpless woman, whose body is at the mercy of a vile man, whose lust knows no bounds! Perhaps he will ravish me before he concludes his horrid work on my body?"

The man laughed at that, even as he held the object of her ubsubtle hints in his hands. "It's a fine treasure indeed," he told her. "Well loved, if I don't miss my mark. Maybe I'll save it for a special occasion." He patted her on the rear, and set it down on the opposite side of her legs from her arms.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do?" Linda played along as the man pulled out one last blade and slid it cleanly through her neck.

Linda, for her part, made interesting faces before doing a 'blah!' of 'death'. The man chuckled, and picked her head up off the divider and turned it around to face her own chest. "Don't get this view every day, now, do you?"

"Only when I look in the mirror," Linda replied, no longer faking her condition. "Would you mind terribly if I borrow this variant for future use?"

"Oh, are you saying I did something new, and thus will be getting the special prize?"

Linda laughed, her chest bouncing with the motion. "No, not this time. Sorry. Nice try though."

There was an awkward moments silence between the two. "I keep expecting the girls to pop out of that box at any moment and ruin the mood," the man confessed. "Otherwise, well," he indicated the scattered body of Linda, in the box and on the floor.

"In that case," Linda suggested, "why don't you pull out those blades," she indicated the dividers in the box, put all my pieces in there and join me, closing the door for some privacy."

"That seems to be a tight fit," he noted. "Why not?" He pulled out the lower dividers first, then the top one, moving Linda's body out of the way before the last divider could be removed. He then piled all her parts into the box, leaving her head for last as he stepped in, careful not to step on her, then closed the door behind him.