Horace, though he preferred to be called 'Ace', came home after an annoying day at work. He didn't need to discuss it, but he did want to recover from it. However, before he pulled out his keys to unlock his apartment, he saw something that he wasn't expecting. There was a long cardboard tube, one of those shipping ones, except that this one was nearly six feet long if had to guess. It was leaning across his door, on an angle, and he saw that there was an envelope taped to it.

Not willing to bring in anything he didn't trust into his apartment, he checked the envelope first. It had his name written on it, but no address or anything like that, which was a warning as how did this get here? But the envelope wasn't sealed, so he slid out the paper that was inside.

"Hello Horace!" the letter began. "Thank you for your wonderful suggestion for our video. In fact, I liked it so much, I decided that I would give you a private showing of it! Now, bring this package inside. There are instructions on the backside of this paper for you to follow. See you soon! - Brittany, the WebCam Magician."

Ace didn't process that for a moment before he flipped the paper over. On the backside was a doodled diagram about what to do with the contents of the tube, which basically involved setting it upright, then pulling it apart. And nothing else. But there was a legitimacy to this, a certain degree of unbelievable 'this is correct' that caused him to accept it, even as his stomach lurched at the implications.

He opened his apartment, taking the tube with him. But instead of opening it up right away, he needed to cool down first, and that meant a shower. Which he took, then came back into his small living room where the tube sat, leaning up against the wall beside his door. He grabbed it, and then a knife from the kitchen to open the seal. He should start supper soon, but first, his interest wasn't going to be denied. He cut open the seal on the end with the plastic cap, the one intended to be opened. He carefully slid out the object within it, which turned out to be a long black pole with a flat base on one end. Checking the instructions, he set it down on the pad, and then rang his fingers around the edge to find the catch.

He found it, and pulled on it, the base separating into two halves as he stepped away, pulling it until it locked into place. What was left was a white sheet between the two, which he didn't touch yet. Instead, the instructions were to take the small bar that connected the tops of the two poles - and he had to reach up to get them - and pull back. He did so, having already made sure he had clearance. The half-bases became quarters, and he gently pulled until there was the quiet 'click' and he formed a square on the floor, but tall enough for a person, now taking up space in his living room.

Curious and wary, he walked around the right of the thing in his living room, and found a similar white sheet on that side. At he approached the front though, he saw it was open, and he stepped around to fully look into it.

Brittany stood there, leaning against one side, arms casually crossed in front of her. The inside of the miniature closet was lined with a great many sharp things, wall to wall, top to bottom. "Hey!" she said with a grin. "I'm Brittany! But you already knew that."

"Uh.. Ace," he replied, offering a hand to shake as was polite and his body on auto-pilot as his eyes and brain only saw that she was naked. "Hi."

"Cat got your tongue?" she replied as she stepped out of her sword-lined compartment. "Nice place!" she complimented his apartment as he found himself catching up to what happened.

"Want supper?" he asked, buying himself some time to come to grips with this development. "I was going to do spaghetti, but I got distracted with this."

Brittany spun around, her long hair unbound, "Supper? Really? You got this, and you want to eat?"

Ace nodded once. "Yeah, I mean, long day at work, you know?" He slowly regained his composure. "So yeah, supper?"

Brittany considered that, and faced his straight, taunting him with her body. "Sure," she replied, a hint of a grin on her face. "Want some help?"

This, he could do. "Ah, sure, I mean, it'll take time for the pasta, you know?"

She put her hands behind her back. "So I wait then?" She glanced at the cabinet she arrived in. "How about I deal with that while you deal with your thing?"

He nodded at that and retreated to the kitchen, if only to get away from the casually nude woman in the other room. And he was only wearing a bath towel! He got the pasta started, and set about making the sauce while he heard her move things in his living room. "Sorry," he apologized. "I may have been rude, but there's a huge difference, you know, between seeing you on a video, and seeing you in person."

"I get that a lot," she replied. "Honestly, supper is a nice change of pace. 90% of all the guys I do this for, they can't wait to have fun, so they get right to it."

"And the other 10%?" he asked, curious as he forced himself to relax. And work on the sauce.

"Trying to get a bonus above and beyond," she replied. "Oh, hey, I have a key with the show, both versions. It's going live next week, but you get the preview. You have a computer, I assume?"

"Bedroom," he replied, not thinking at all about how he told her where his bed was. "Bathroom is straight, it's to the right."

"Found it!" she called back. "You OK with me turning it on?"

"Porn folder isn't on the desktop," he told her. It was true, even! "You got it?"

"Yeah, had to find the power button first."

A few moments passed as he advanced his supper plans, making more than usual. He usually had leftovers in the first place, but this time, he went for even more. "There!" she commented. "I'm copying the videos to your desktop. And wow, you like it organized, don't you?"

"I scream on the inside at everyone who just dumps their icons on the desktop," he replied. It was easier with her there and him here. Of course, she was between him and his clothes. Which was even more awkward. Thankfully, he had a good stove, and he heard her come back to the living room, and sit on the couch. "A few more minutes," he said. "Cutlery is here if you want," he didn't look around as he verbally guided her in getting plates, then cutlery, then glasses. She took them all to the small table that was good for one person in the dining area, but with two, would be...tight.

He strained the pasta, turned the heat off the simmering sauce, and quickly made two portions, grabbing some cheese to go on top. He turned to see her sitting at the table, so he set down a plate for her and for him. She was still undressed, but he only had a view of her top, her hair long in front and shorter over her front. She smiled at him, and they ate.

Once they were done, they put their dishes away to soak, and he kept relatively close to her to avoid looking at her too much. Then, with no other way to delay things, he followed her to the living room. "Before we begin," Brittany asked him, "Did you want to watch the videos? I saw you could broadcast your computer to your TV," she indicated the device on the stand in the corner. Ace saw that she had put her container to beside the TV, up against the wall.

"Sure!" he replied, "I'll just need to set it up."

"No you don't!" Brittany told him. She raised one hand and snapped her fingers. "Magic!" The TV turned on and showed a video ready to play. "You get running commentary!"

He accepted this and sat down on the couch, reflexively taking the middle of the couch where he normally sat. Brittany for her part, lay cross-wise on the couch, kicking her feet over the edge as she lay her ass over his lap. "Here," she said, unconcerned with his response to that as she passed him the remote. "First video is the public one, second is the R one. I'll even give you commentary," she promised as he started the video.

They watched until Janet got into the cabinet. "Tight squeeze," she said. Cuffs to long, and they don't have the same impact, too short and there's no way to get into that space unless you bend your elbows."

Then the blade aimed at their groin. "You know, this was our third take? We can't see, and can't mark the box, so first, she went to the left. My left. Second was too low. Third was close enough, and we improved that part."

She made other small comments over the short video, and when it was done, she huffed. "We moved right into the repeat," she said as the Brittany on the screen was in the same state as the one in his lap. He noted that he had set down the remote on her stomach, and his hands on her hips, and she didn't notice as she was watching the video and talking.

On screen, the two nude women thanked their patrons, and as an additional fun, they wouldn't use the same swords as last time. The two of them worked to swing the rack around to the other side to show off a dozen far more intimidating blades. Ace glanced at the open cabinet and saw them in there as well.

This time, they embraced first, and stepped into the now-clear cabinet together. "That takes practice," she told him. "Like the three-legged race, but more intricate," as they pushed their hands and heads through the outside covering like last time. Not that it was needed given that there was nothing to hide.

If she noticed his stiffie, she didn't comment.

Instead, on the screen, he watched as Brittany took the lead, and told their audience, "We're going to leave you in suspense for this!" and magically lifted a two-inch wide plunging blade into the air, which she aimed not at any sensitive part of either of them, but rather she slid it into Janet's left knee from behind, and then across to her own knee and out the back. "Now we can't flex," she announced as Janet's turn came up. Janet summoned forth a long curved blade, one for swinging from horseback, and went through their other knees.

"Unwritten rule for these ones," the Brittany in his lap said, "we gotta try to be as even with each other as possible to avoid favoritism. That's for the solo work."

He nodded in agreement.

The next blade was from Brittany, and she waved the blade more at home in a fantasy novel than in real life before the camera. It was two strips of metal, meeting at a point, but curving back and forth over each other until they merged again at the hilt. "Ohh! This one is fun!" Brittany cooed. "The blade has gaps in the middle, so you get cut multiple times on one swing!" On camera, the blade was lined up horizontally and pointed at where Janet and Brittany's breasts pressed against each other. Brittany pushed it in slowly, allowing the two women to feel their breasts get parted, repaired, parted and repaired again before the blade stopped, waving in and out of their chests as viewed from above. "So hot!"

Ace had to agree. It was. He watched, entranced as Janet retorted with a long serrated blade, which she threatened them both to have a good time with before she pushed it through their necks aligned vertically.

"Not through your pussy?" he asked.

"Too easy!" she replied. "Besides, we had something better planned!"

Brittany on the screen took the fifth blade, a long rapier, and slid it in beside Janet's hand, going into her arm and through it, the point coming out Brittany's wrist. "Hah!" the woman on the screen and the woman on him said at the same time in the same tone of voice.

Janet took the sixth blade, and put it through their hips, front to back. "No escape," she said with a grin.

"Now comes the fun stuff!" Brittany eagerly said, putting her hands on his. "Back half!"

Brittany called forth the next blade, and this one was thin and slender. She put it into the box at their groins, angling to match the fact they weren't the same height. But she didn't touch either of them directly. The camera had a wonderful view as it lay just below their precious parts to allow them to rub themselves on it. Which they did.

Janet retorted with another serrated blade, and as she drew Brittany into a kiss, the blade went through the gap in the waving blade in one of their breasts, cutting it in half with many sharp points, and slicing into their torsos as well, but that was out of sight of the camera.

Brittany kept up the kiss as the ninth blade was another unconventional one, it looked more like two blades set at right angles to each other, forming a corner. This, she took through the other pair of breasts, front to back.

"This!" Brittany squeezed her legs in excitement.

Janet took another serrated blade, and still locked into the kiss, took a serrated blade and this time, held it behind her, at about the small of her back, but angled downward. It went into her, then the camera watched as it came out above her sex, and the sharp triangular points slid perfectly into Brittany, the tops cutting into her and out.

Brittany on the screen moaned in pleasure. There was only two left in the act. Eleven was a spiral blade, one that twisted around like a corkscrew, and this one went upwards through Janet's own womanhood.

It took a few moments for them to recover from that, but Janet would have the last laugh. Or pleasure as the case may be. She took into view of the camera a....

"Yes!" Brittany folded upwards and Ace was knocked back out of his enjoyment of the video and into reality. Three things were apparent to him at that moment. The first was that she was flushed with excitement. The second was that his fingers were wet. The third was that he had his fingers inside her and she had been helping him stimulate her as they watched the video.

They missed the end of the video as Brittany huffed in front of him, not worried about how close they were. "Oh that's nice," she said as she let him out of her. "I should return the favor," she told him as he was still in shock at the surprise. She rolled off of him and without asking permission, opened up his bath-towel to show off his own manhood. She put her mouth around it, and he came. She swallowed.

They relaxed in their mutual gratification for who knew how long before she pulled herself off of him. "Time for the act," she told him. "Here's how this is going to work."

He paid attention to more than just her words.

"I will pose however you want, and help however I can. You get to take these," she indicated the cabinet with all the blades in it, from the benign to the exotic, "and stab me as much as you want, however you want, as many times as you want until you're done. I can handle the cleanup. You understand?"

He nodded as he rose. "I do," he said. "Be casual," he told her as he went for the cabinet and took a small sword, which he then turned around to see that Brittany was standing there facing him straight, her arms at her sides. He put the tip of the sword into her bellybutton, then pushed it through until the hilt was against her stomach. She smiled at him, and he pulled it out, putting it back on the rack where he found it.

Satisfied, he stabbed her through the thighs, side to side and front to back. Then he had an idea and took one of the serrated blades into his hand. It was sharp. "You like these, don't you?" he asked her.

"I like everything, actually," she replied. "Why?"

He put the blade against the side of her head. "Well?"

"I won't stop you," she told him.

He pushed the saw-like blade into her skull, and as it went through, she started to snort her breath, coming in quick draws and releases before it went out the other side. "Ooh, headache," she complained. He pulled it out of her quickly and her eyes went wide at the sensation. "Nice!" she complimented him.

So he put the tip under her chin and thrust upward, into her head and out the top. She moved her jaw a little. "More!" she said through the limitations. He complied, taking two blades at random from the cabinet, but seeing what he knew would be his final piece in the process. He held one carefully in his hand as he twisted the cork-screw blade through her breasts, left to right. Then seeing how this excited her, he kissed them both before taking the next blade and going behind her, putting the blade at the nape of her neck, and plunging it down through her body to come out... nowhere.

He went into her breasts, sliding knives between her ribs, and across her stomach. He pinned one hand to the other like she was praying, then brought them up in front of her like she was actually praying and slipped a blade into her wrists to hold them against her chest. He went for her hips and waist, but skipped over her sex. He had something in mind for that, the sword he saw earlier. He worked his way down until he flexed one leg to press her foot against her other leg, and stabbed that through.

Ace stepped back, then grabbed his phone out of his jacket and started taking pictures. Lots of pictures. And video of his work before setting even that aside.

"One more," he said, and she looked at him with glee. "But first, let's get all these out of you," he informed her and started to pull everything out, returning them all to the insides of the cabinet as best he could. Somehow, his hands found the right spots for them, even as he didn't remember where everything went. It was just natural. He worked his way up her body, no longer worried about it at all. The last one he pulled out was the one up through her chin.

"One more?" she repeated, asking what he said earlier. "Well?"

"Close your eyes," he told her. She did.

He reached into the cabinet with both hands and pulled out his last sword. A giant claymore was in both hands and he awkwardly held it before settling down to balancing it with the flat of the blade on one forearm, and holding the hilt with the other. The blade itself was five feet long, and it was straight down both edges before tapering to a point. He looked at Brittany, and back at his chosen tool. He could ask her to lay down, but that would give it away, wouldn't it? No, he needed a better plan. He had one. It was crazy and stupid, but this was magic. It would work.

"When I tell you," he told her," walk forward.

"OK," she replied, eyes still closed. He put the hilt of the sword gently on the floor, and carefully lifted the point of the blade to be right at her sex, but not touching it. "Now," he told her, "Slowly."

She stepped forward, and he lifted the point into her private slit. He lifted the sword upward as she stepped forward again, her pace slow but resolute as he levered the sword under her. The first bit went in, and he was worried for a moment it would come out her back, but it didn't. Instead, there always seemed to be enough room as she got closer to where the hilt touched the ground. "Stop," he said as she got to that point, the sword almost vertical, but with half its length inside her already.

"Oh my," Brittany replied, her eyes closed. "What is this?" she asked as though she didn't know. Maybe she didn't.

"Almost," he told her and crouched low to put both hand on the hilt. Then, with no warning, he stood with his knees, lifting the blade upward with a mighty heave!

The hilt slammed into her pussy, and he kept lifting, pushing Brittany into the air, his ceiling impossibly tall, impossibly extending to make room as he lifted her up, impaled on the massive sword in her crotch and now out her mouth.

She squealed on the sword, her legs vainly crossing to protect herself, and her hands finding where it went into her and out her mouth, her head thrown back to look at the ceiling if she opened her eyes. Knowing he could do this, despite the impossible, Ace held the blade and Brittany up in the air with one hand, and put his other hand around her left knee.

She spun her around on the sword. She thrashed as her body responded to the metal inside her pushing in different ways, against her chest, her throat, her stomach and her sex. He grabbed her again, and spun her around so she faced the opposite way from him, and something in her gave out.

He put both hands on the hilt and carefully tilted her down until her neck and chin were resting against the floor, the tip of the sword not scratching his hardwood. He put a foot against her ass, and pulled, withdrawing the sword from the woman like he was the rightful King of England. Which he wasn't, but it was the thought that counts. He put the sword away as she lay there, face down, ass in the air.

"Well?" he asked.

She raised one finger, asking for a moment. He gave it to her. She finally found the strength to speak. "I reserve the right," she stated, "to do that to Janet in a future show."

"Sure," he told her. "You liked it?"

"Fuck yes," she replied, then slowly pushed herself upwards. Not standing, but sitting on her knees on the floor. "So," she said. "That's that."

"That's that," he agreed.

"Change of plans," Brittany said as she looked at him and his desire. "Normally, I'd pack up and head back now, but honestly, you gave me supper and I feel I should pay you back for that."

"Oh?" he asked, far more confident now. She got to her knees and got into his personal space in one smooth motion. She had one arm over his shoulder, and the other hand on his crotch. "Say the word," she told him, "and I'll stay the night. You have one more sword to use," she made which one quite clear. "You me. No show. No cameras." She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "And you can use the swords to do more that stab," she told him.

He said the magic word. "Please," and stabbed her.