"Oh... god...!"

"What? You look like you've never seen a woman with her head cut off, her body hung by her ankles from the room and her head mounted on a spike before!" The head in question responded to the shocked exclamation with a little flippancy. "You do know where you are, right?"

"I was just surprised!" the first speaker said as he reclaimed what shreds of dignity he may or may not have had left. He looked to the head. "So... you are...?"

"Aw, isn't that cute! Trying to be polite? Must be your first time." The woman blew a strand of errant crimson hair out of her face, or tried to as it fell back across her eye. "I'm an old hand at this sort of thing," she told him. "Why don't you help a woman out, and I'll make it worth your while?"

The man looked at the woman's body, the only thing she wore was a corset around her ribs and stomach that was laced up in the front. Blood dripped from her neck, joining a large pool on the floor. "Sure," he replied as he carefully stepped through the dark fluid and looked up at how she was being hung. Two hooks speared through her ankles. "So, you do this to yourself, or can I expect a friend to come by?"

"A bet was involved," she replied as he tried to figure out how to get her down properly. "And don't worry about that," she said as though his thoughts were obvious. "If you try to play with it, it'll take forever. Just pull."

"You sure?" he asked, "I don't want to hurt you any more."

She laughed. "Hurt? Buddy! You're adorable. Look at my current position," she chided him. "Now, do us both a favor and either help yourself, or pull me down!"

He reached up, grabbed her ankles, and with a sharp tug, tore them free from the hooks they were in. The head didn't respond like she was in pain, and he stumbled for a moment at the weight he was now carrying awkwardly. He shot one foot back, somehow keeping a grip despite the puddle he was in, and maintained his balance.

"Nice!" the woman said. "I half expected you to go flying."

"So did I," the man replied as he stepped out of the pool, and gently set the body down on the ground, letting the severed stump of a neck touch first, then rolling her down along her back until he set her feet down. He saw that her ankles were unblemished, which set his mind at ease a little. He then looked to the head on the pike.

"Hey there!" she said. "Care to help a girl out with her headache?"

"You know I am," he replied as he paused for a moment. "Open your mouth?"

"Kinky!" she said, but did so regardless. "Why?" she articulated.

"Oh, I can see the spike going up through the back of your mouth," he told her. "And the fangs."

"Really? Shit, that's cool. Also, totally a vampire."

"It is," he said as he put his hands on the sides of her head and gently lifted her off the pike, her neck coming free with a slick slide. He took her over to her body and got to his knees in order to place her head on her body, the two halves of the severed neck touching. "Like this?"

She reached up and put her hands around her neck. "Oh! Gimme a moment," she told him as he let go. She rubbed her neck, and when her hands came away, the wound was gone. He stood up and offered her a hand. She took it, and he pulled her to her feet. "Thanks!"

"So, what happened?" he asked again, not looking at her bare chest, but her face.

"As I said, a bet," she sighed. "So, how do I make this up to you?" she asked him, licking her lips. "I mean, you didn't take advantage of my helpess and sexy cuteness, so that's something."

"You're right though," he deflected around poorly, "I'm new at this. My dad brought me along, and he went his way."

"That sucks," she replied with a pout. "But I've been to this shindig for years now, since I was a member of the Club."

"You?" he asked, barking out a laugh in the process.

"Yep!" She offered him a hand to shake. "Name's Felicity! Fel on stage."

"Oh. Never heard of you," he politely shook her hand. "Only saw one show this year."

"Yeah, I heard. Temp replacement for the Head." Fel shrugged. "Nothing to do, really. Got a name?"

"Steve," he said.

"Well Steve, got any requests?" Fel offered.

"Ah... not sure. I was just helping someone out," Steve told her. "Being polite and nice."

"You know, polite and nice get you pretty damned far," Fel told him. "So, let's make this easy then. You want to do something to me, or me to you?"

"To me," Steve replied. "I mean, if you don't mind..."

"I don't mind at all!" Fel was supportive. "Everyone has to start somewhere, and knowing what others are going through helps all the same. So, why don't I help you through the thing I went through first when I was tested for the Club?" she asked.

"Sure." Steve agreed. "Ah, what was it?"

"When I started, the Head, the actual head, not her sub this year, she put me through a five-way mismade." She drew imaginary lines across Steve's body. "Your neck, your ribs, your thighs and your shins," she informed him. "All in a box. Then, unstacked, spun around, doors open, that sort of thing, and then restacked, good as new!"

"I'd ask if it was safe, but, well..." Steve gestured around at their surroundings.

"It'll be perfectly safe," Fel promised. "I've learned my lesson, thank you very much."

"Is that something I should be worried about?" Steve asked.

"Not any more!" Fell dismissed his concern. "Also, I distracted you long enough for the setting to conjure that," she gestured behind him, and Steve looked, seeing a white cabinet had appeared. It had the outline of a male figure on it, and four clearly marked lines across it to show where the person inside would be divided.

Steve looked at it with fascination, as Fel slid behind it, and came back around with eight dividers, which she passed to Steve. He checked their realness. "So," he passed them back to her, "I just step in, right?"

"That's right," she nodded at the cabinet. "Step right in."

Steve opened the door, and found that it was one piece - for now. He stepped on on and turned around letting Fel close the door and shutting him in. "You OK in there?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said back, his voice echoing in the darkness. "Now what?"

"Well, I think the best thing for you would be if I removed your head first," Fel said.

"Uh... why?" he asked, worried.

"That way I can take the top off, and set it down so you can watch the rest," Fel explained patiently.

"Oh. OK. When are you going to do that?"

"I already did!" Fel announced. Steve felt himself shake, but only his head and he gasped as the door was opened to reveal Fel leaning down in front of him one hand on the door, and the other waving at him. "What, you thought everything was going to be painful or sensual? Not always," she explained. Steve looked behind her and saw the white cabinet was still standing there, only this time 4/5 the height it was before. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't panic.

"Right, so next," Fel picked up another pair of blades and walked back to the stacked cabinet. This time, she opened the door to show that Steve was in there still, from his neck down. "Just in case you didn't believe me," she told him before she closed the door and slotted the next blade into the cabinet. Steve expected to feel ... something. Anything. But he got nothing as Fel slid the second blade into the same slot and smiled at him.

"Nothing," he said, and she lifted the box up without seeming to be bothered by the weight at all. She turned to her right and walked a few paced before setting it down on the floor and opening the box for him, allowing him to see his own chest and crossed arms. "Wow," he breathed as he waved at himself.

Fel returned to the 3/5 cabinet, and this time slid in the next pair of blades into his legs. She wiggled her ass at him as she did so, and she plucked the middle fifth of him up without any issue, taking it over to her left and setting it down on a table that wasn't there before, Steve was sure of it. She opened it up. "Wow, you're turned on," she commented about the obvious.

"Can you blame me?" he asked back. She chuckled at that, and went back to the 2/5 cabinet, dividing it in two and setting the top half down beside the bottom half. She opened them up to show off his knees and feet.

"Wow," he said. "That's amazing!"

"It is! And fun too!" Fel clapped her hands together as she looked at his separated body. "What do you think?"

"Want to join me?" he asked, gaining a degree of cockiness to his voice he may not have felt.

"Join you?" Fel asked, confused for a blink, then she wasn't. "Ohh! You mean," she made horizontal lines across her own body. He nodded as best he could given the situation in affirmation. "Hate to break it to you," she said sadly, "but that doesn't work as well as you think it does. Sure, we get to play footsie, and we'll kiss and you'll have fun with your hands on my tits," she touched each part of her body as she indicated it, "but the important part?" she pointed at the gap in her legs. "No leverage. No real ability to really get going, you know what I mean? I know from experience. It's just awkward." She shook her head. "But it's a good idea, just not really workable in this setting," she apologized again. "Here, let me put you back together, and we can sort something out from there."

True to her word, Fel quickly and professionally restacked Steve in his cabinet, closing all the doors and removing the blades before opening the single door and letting him out.

He checked himself to make sure everything was lined up and in place. "Everyone does that the first time," Fel told him. "After a while, you get a sense for it."

"Thanks," Steve said to her. "That was... different."

"And tonight, you can experience to your heart's content!" Fel stated with clarity. "If I were you," she poked him in the chest, "I would find someone who was willing to have fun with you or just let you experiment for a bit."

"What? Like you? You offering?" his voice seemed to be caught in his throat for a moment before it cleared itself away.

Fel smiled at him, her fangs bare. "Thought you'd never ask," she said. "Where did you want to start?" she asked him. "Because between you and me, I came here, tonight, dressed like this," she indicated the corset around her ribs and stomach, "and I have some very definite expectations as to what a girl wants."

Steve looked around at what as in the room. "I don't really need the box to use those blades, do I?"

"Nope!" Fel held one up in each hand. "Take one!"

Steve took the one in her right hand, and she stood carefully in front of him, legs and arms spread-eagle. He considered his options, Fel not pressing him to do anything. He made his decision and set the blade in his hand against Fel's left leg, below her hips. The blade moved without resistance, and she didn't react at all to the cut. "Good!" she encouraged him. "You have seven more. Use them all!"

So emboldened, Steve took the second blade from where it rested and put it through her other leg, mirroring the first. She waited patiently for him as he examined the cut and found nothing odd with it at all. The third blade, he pushed through her left arm, and to his surprise, it didn't fall off.

"Oh, that's an option," Fel explained in answer to his query. "But not right now."

He accepted that and put a blade through her other arm. She wiggled her fingers to prove she was still in full control of her body. He took up the fifth blade, and with a courage born from her nonchalance and his own experience, he stared her in the eyes as he pushed the large blade through her neck.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. "And you're feeling everything?" he asked her.

"All parts accounted for!" Fel responded with eagerness. "Three more blades!"

"Actually, I have an idea," he approached her and put his hands on her sides, holding her by the corset. He then, without looking at her out of worry, pulled.

Fel's torso came free in his hands, lighter than he expected it to be, with her head and arms still floating in the air where they started. He looked up at her, and saw the excitement and expectation in her eyes. He looked down at the body in his hand, felt its warmth and softness. "Do it," she told him.

He knew better. He held her body in his hands as he walked behind her, out of her sight. He could feel her grow tense in his hands, but that didn't matter as he set her body down on the same table that held part of him earlier. Then, somehow, the sixth blade was in his hand, and he shoved it through her. With a single action, he sliced her breasts in half, from front to back, both of them at the same time. "You cocky....!" Fel called out from where she was, but she did nothing to stop him as he looked down at her again.

He... gave in to his lusts, and hers for that matter.

When he was done, he reattached her pieces, and pulled out the blades in the reverse order he started them in. Her chest, her neck, her arms and then her legs. Once the last was removed, she poked him in the chest. "Next time!" she said with some annoyance, "do that where I can see!"

"So you're fine with more?" he asked.

"More?" Fel asked, incredulous. "I'll show you more!" She opened her mouth wide, exposing her fangs. "I need a refill!" She bit his neck, and he let her drink from his jugular. She took a few gulp, then pulled back, licking the wound - mostly - closed. "Ah, refreshing," she told him. "Now, what shall we do?"

Steve picked her up, lifting her by the knees and the shoulders. She wrapped one arm over his shoulder to help balance herself as he walked a little further into the room. "Relax," he told her as he lifted her up and she did just that.

Steve lifted Fel up and without warning her, twisted and fed her the spike she had started their encounter on. Mouth first, he slid her down the spike, not worried about aiming, just that she stayed in motion. She stopped when she kissed the ground, and the small pool of blood that was there from her first time on the spike. She held her hands against the floor to help hold herself up, while her legs were folded down, the spike emerging from her still-wet sex.

He then grabbed Fel's feet and pulled hard on them. True to his expectations, she fell down with it, taking the spike with her. A spike which snapped at the base. "Ow!" she suffered for a moment, but was able to land on her feet and knees, flipping back upright with the spike still inside her. Steve nodded at this, as her head was thrown back, meaning she didn't have a good line of sight to anything around her. "Come on," he took her hand in his. "I want to show you off now."

She gave him a thumbs up.