Haley huffed as she sat down on the bench in the waiting area. She checked her costume, despite knowing that it was immaculate She had a hair-band with floppy rabbit ears on her head, and large golden hoops through her ears. A black cloth choker held a bloodstone around her neck. Her black lacy stockings were unmarred, with black slippers. Around her body was a black one-piece with deep cleavage, a small clasp under her breasts before an open front that exposed her belly button, along with a wide open back that was covered by her long flowing black hair.

She let out a sigh.

"Problem?" the man beside her on the bench said as he sat down heavily, his own costume that of a suave spy, with open shirt and tie ajar.

"I didn't like the last thing," she said as she ran a hand through her hair.

"If something went wrong, you could complain," the man pointed out.

"Not like that," she said.

"What happened?"

She sighed again, and decided to tell him. "So," she said, "I was just there, hanging around - literally as I had found a gallows," she indicated her neck, "when in walks this massive wolf-man. He looks at me, and I'm just dangling there, enjoying it. He walks up to me, and looks me up and down like a piece of meat, and then guess what?"

"He lifts you up, stopping you from choking and fucks you?" he offered a guess.

"No! Worse!" she complained, turning to face him a bit more properly. "He grabbed my arms in his huge mitts, and rips! He rips them right off!" she pushed out her hands to show how thin they were. "Just rip! He tossed them aside, and there I am, still swinging as he grabs me by the legs and he pulls! Like, seriously!" She was eagerly letting loose the steam now. "My legs! He pulls to both sides, and he's not even doing me the favor of pulling down at the same time, it's straight to the sides! And he twists and rips them both off! So there I am, hanging still, but I've lost weight so the pressure isn't as good, and he throws my leg away. Like, seriously, who does that? That's some perfectly good thigh there! And then, and then! He grabs my head and my neck, and just twists me head off!" she said bitterly. At that point, I was just done and returned myself to the start," she indicated the locker rooms where that happened.

"So," the man clarified. "You're upset that your hanging was interrupted by a werewolf who didn't bother to eat you, just ripped you apart and maybe ate you afterward."

"Yes!" she said. He got it!

"That's shitty," he agreed with her sentiment. "You gonna try again?"

"Sure," she said. "Why? Wanna watch?" she indicated her body with a smirk on her lips.

He turned to face her as well, straddling the bench they were on. "You get off on breath play?"

"Tonight I do," she admitted. She didn't admit to seeing a hypnotist here at the event to program her to enjoy it. So what if he added a couple extra commands while he was at it? She didn't care.

"How about this," he offered. "You and I find a nice spot, and I choke you with this," he indicated the tie around his neck. "And we make love at the same time." He reached out and slid a finger over her crotch, eliciting a smile from her.

"I like the way you think," she informed him as she took his hand and stood up. "Come on."

They descended into the dungeon, hand in hand. "Hey, question for you," Haley asked as she looked for a nice place to have fun in.

"Sure," he gave permission as he looked as well.

"What happened to you that you went back to the front room?"

"Hey, this is nice!" he said, holding a door open to show a small room with a plain bed and a low bar over the bed. "And to answer your question," he said as he closed the door behind them, "as a spy, you sometimes get strapped to a table with a laser going up and down it. I didn't escape."

"Hah!" she laughed as she rolled down her top to expose her breasts, and he took off his pants. "Top or bottom?"

"Bottom," he replied as he looped his tie over her head, and they collaborated on getting her hair out of the way. He kissed her and she returned the favor as he lay down on the bed and she straddled him. "This isn't going to work," he said as he tugged on the tie, pulling her forward, and not tightening the noose.

She frowned. Not what they wanted at all. "Check under the bed," she said.

"I'd love to, but you're holding me in place," he chuckled back at her.

She looked down at him under her as he was between her legs. "Doggy style?" she suggested.

He shrugged. "Might as well give that a try. It works, it works, it doesn't, we'll try something else."

Haley nodded once and got off him, turning around and getting down on her hands and knees, flipping the tie around the back of her neck and through her hair so he could grab it.

Was there a mirror there before? She didn't particularly care as he took the tie in his hands and give it a good pull, tightening around her neck. She grinned and watched in the mirror as he held tight to his tie with one hand, and with the other, guided himself into her. Their eyes met in the mirror just as he penetrated her sex, and with her wide eyes starting at him, he pulled tight.

Her last breath was amazing as she felt her neck tighten. Her body still tried to fight it, her heart raced and her blood pumped as her lover pushed into her, loosening his grip on her just a bit, enough for her to take in a slight sip of air before he pulled again.

Pinned against him, she put one hand against the mirror to steady herself, and fondled her breasts with her other hand. Oh, this is what she wanted! Who cared if it was for one night only! And even now, when he let up on the noose, it was so tight that it still strangled her, crushing her throat and cutting off her air. There were stars in her eyes, even as her sex tightened around him, coming before he did. She didn't care as he yanked again, her vision starting to go dark as she felt him follow her lead and explode into her.

Then her eyes rolled back and...

She felt warm lips on hers, as someone forced air into her lungs. Her vision swam as she placed herself and came to the conclusion that her lover was resuscitating her, having fainted during their sex. She thanked him by wrapping her arms around him and pulling him in for a deep kiss. He took it gladly.

"Feeling better?" he asked after he pulled back. Haley found she was lying on the bed, the tie still around her neck, but loose.

"Much," she replied with a smile that reached her eyes. "I hope you had fun while I was out," she teased him.

"Nah, I prefer it when my partner is having fun too," he replied. "Again?"

"Mmmmm... no," she told him. "Not yet. But you did play along with me and my wants," she shifted under him to be a little more comfortable with the way he was holding her bare chest. "You're a spy, right? Or you play one on TV?"

"Yeah?"

"Got any fun gadgets you could use?"

"Well, I have my shoe-phone," he said with a smirk, "Want to give me your number?"

She seriously considered it. "After," she delayed. "What else do you have?"

"Well," he said as he considered his options. He looked up and down her half-naked body. She did the same. "How about we go looking for something?"

"Sure," she agreed and gently pushed him off her. While they didn't need to, without saying a thing, they both put their costumes back in order. He pulled on his pants and resecured his tie while she adjusted her ripped stockings and tucked her breasts back into the cups of her one-piece. Once they were presentably ruffled, she opened the door from their small bed-chamber, only to stand there in surprise.

There wasn't a hallway there any more, but rather their room - or perhaps just the door - had shifted to a new location. It was a well-lit room thanks to the flaming braziers, with the stone walls on all four sides. There were four pillars roughly square in the center of the room, with some distance between them.

From the tops of the pillars were manacles, glistening in the fire-light.

"Well," she said to him as she approached one of the pillars. "It may not be a spy's best friend, but what do you think about cuffs?" she indicated the metal-wristbands that were above her. "A damsel in distress?" she raised her arms over her head to indicate that he should bind her in. He did so, pressing her between himself and the pillar for good measure as he clasped her wrists in irons, leaving her standing there, defenseless before him.

"Hrm," he said as he stepped back to enjoy the view. "How shall I approach this?"

"With great skill and" slickt "... what was that?"

He looked down as her with a confused frown on his face as what felt like a cool breeze flowed up her body, from her legs to her hips to her chest, up through past her head and along her arms. She shivered, the chill running up and down her spine. "What?" she asked.

"I think," he said, "that the pillar just pushed a blade out the bottom, and spun upwards, going through you and then in the top."

"... I don't feel any different," she said, and he approached her carefully, putting both hands on her waist. "You sure?"

He pulled his hands away, and the sides of her costume came away with them, sticking to the palms of his hands. He shook and they came right off. "Oh," he said with a grin. She grinned right back, and he ran one hand up her side, her dress falling off in two-inch strips until he squeezed her breast to assure himself that she was in once piece. Then his other hand went down her other side, peeling away her tight suit and then her stockings, leaving her with just her choker and her head-band to wear. "Yes, this is nice," he complimented her.

"Thanks," she replied as she twisted back and forth, trying to get that feeling out of her back, but failing to do so. "Now, are you going to stand there, or what?"

He responded by putting one hand between her legs, and his mouth around one tit. She leaned back her head at the pleasure, ready and willing for him to take full advantage of her. He didn't disappoint as he ran his free hand along her upright leg, that she was wrapping around his back, the only hitch being the small papercut he ran over in the process.

He pulled his hand out of her, and she wrapped her other leg around him, her feet falling to the floor as he pressed up against her and worked to steal her breath away, her sex open to him, and him pushing inside her with mutual glee. She rolled her hips against him, and barely noticed as her legs started to fall down, joining the strips of cloth at his feet. She finally acknowledged what was happening as her grip around his hips was loosened. But she couldn't say anything as his lips were locked to hers, her legs falling apart in smooth sections. Part of her saw that the cuts that too apart her costume were now being done to her. Just slower.

And he didn't stop. He couldn't stop, as her legs were gone and the cuts ran all up her body. She had no idea what would happen through her esctacy as he pounded her against the pillar, but she quickly got it. A thrust of his hips, and her waist and stomach started splitting, being squeezed from below and held from above. There was only one place they could go, and that was to the sides. She gasped with her throat as she felt the hip-half of her sex was pressed against the pillar, the man not noticing the change in her orientation at all. Her belly and ribs joined the floor, and his sensual pawing of her breasts kept them together even as they slid under his hard grip.

Then her shoulders fell away, and her arms dangled helplessly.

He finally noticed, and pulled back in surprise. "huh?" he managed to say as his hands came away, and her breasts fell to the ground, top and bottom halves bouncing, joined by her head. Her neck and lower jaw were a split-second ahead, her upper mouth, nose and eyes their own piece, then the top of her head and all the hair at last. Her arms fell down as well, leaving her hands in the manacles above.

And still, she was mounted on him. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed as he took in her sliced body, and the part still holding on to him. "What happened?"

The last part of her slid off him, and joined the rest of her. She couldn't respond as he stepped back and looked at what happened to her. "Oh wow," he carefully knelt down and found the lower two third of her head, which he placed together properly. But they didn't connect. "Blink once if you're fine," he asked her.

She winked at him.

"Once for keep going like this, twice to find a way to restore you."

Once.

"Not much to do...." he muttered to himself as the two parts of her head were held in separate hands at his sides. "Damn, nothing," he complained. "There's not much I can do with you like this, except, maybe..." He took off his jacket and carefully piled all her parts into a pile on it. The only way it worked was because she was in pieces and didn't need to worry about folding herself up. Once he was satisfied, he carefully lifted his jacket up, all her bits there with her eyes looking up at him in confusion. He walked over to something that was behind her, and lifted the jacket up high.

She felt the heat just before he dumped her into the roaring fire of a brazier.

There was a moment's pain and she instinctively rolled with being dumped to get away from the fallen brazier and the coals. She didn't even notice that she was back in one piece, with his jacket tied around her waist until she was back on her feet. "Ah! Hot!" she hopped back and forth for a moment before she realized she wasn't on fire. "Oh, OK," she quickly examined herself for lingering cuts. "I forgive you."

"Thanks," he replied. "Keep the jacket."

She looked down and saw that his jacket formed an impromptu skirt around her that was open at the front. She didn't mind. She tossed it aside. "Hands in the air," she told him, "back to the pillar," she indicated the closest one. "Your turn."

He grinned, and did as she asked, letting her secure him in place. "You going to wait?" he asked her as she had to press up against him to reach the manacles.

She thought about it. Or didn't. "no," she replied and helped herself to him for their third time.

But when the blades emerged and sliced through both of them, this time instead of a cool breeze, it was an electric cut that burned in its passing. She didn't have time to wonder what that meant when the evidence was before her eyes as thin red lines appeared across the man she was loving, and she knew the same lines were on her.

Two bodies fell to the floor in a gory pile of twitching flesh and corpse-waste.

Then, nothing.