"Hey!" Eden greeted the Winner of the show up on the stage. "What's your name?" she grinned, happy to be of service.

"Mary," Mary told her, holding out a hand to shake, which Eden gladly took. "So, anything, right?"

Eden's grin went even wider. "Absolutely! You asked for me to be here for you, so I won't say 'no' to anything you may ask!" Eden winked. "Whatcha want?"

Mary took a deep breath in the face of Eden's exhuberance. "I have a stupid idea," she said. "Well, less stupid, but I have an idea and I was wondering if you could help me with it."

"I'm all ears," Eden assured her. "What's the idea?"

"Well," Mary explained, "I know that sometimes you'll hang yourselves upside down by your ankles above something or other," Eden made appropriate understanding sounds. "But instead of by your ankles, threat a rope or chain or something between them down to a vibrator in your pussy. That way when you're hanging, all the weight is on that, and when the sex toy slips out, then you fall."

"Sounds sexy," Eden replied. "In fact, I may just pass that idea along to the Head afterward for a future show."

Mary nodded at that. "And what would you do with that?" she asked.

"Me?" Eden made a thoughtful gesture with her finger to her lip. "Cross my legs and hope for the best? Or spread them wide and hope for the best?" She smiled at that. "What do you want?" she poked Mary in the chest. "It is your idea."

Mary's breath got caught for a moment. "Something sharp," she said after a moment.

"Hrm...." Eden thought about that some more. "Something sharp, eh?" Mary fidgeted, and Eden seemed to enjoy that. "And by your tone," she teased, "you want this, not to watch me, right?"

Mary nodded in agreement. She couldn't help herself.

"OK," Eden said, "come with me." Eden took Mary by the hand and took her back stage where they kept some of the more interesting props and pieces. "Find something you want to fall into or on," she indicated... everything, "and I'll get the supplies."

"You're just letting me look around?" Mary asked, surprised.

"Absolutely!" Eden said as she started to back up, keeping her eye on Mary in the meanwhile. "But here, if you get into trouble, it's your own fault!" Then, she turned a corner and vanished. "But!" Eden's voice came from everywhere and nowhere at once, "I'll let you pick what I'm going to fall into!"

Mary swallowed, and accepted that at face value. Why not? She started to look around. She was hoping that something would jump out at her, but she saw something for Eden. Finding something for herself was a little - a lot harder - as she was committing to this by her choice. She couldn't depend on Eden to make the decision for her. She looked around until she heard the Magician come back and took the first thing that she could take.

Mary didn't think about it until she got back to where she and Eden started. "Hey!" the woman with the head full of fuzzy hair smiled in greeting. In her hands were two vibrators, two long chains that now hung from the ceiling - Mary didn't question when or how - and two vibrators. "One pair," she indicated the cuffs, "for the ankles to guide the wire," she said. "And the other for our hands, to avoid... accidents." Mary looked at them, and saw ow it was all going to come together. "What's for me?" she asked, indicating the two things to fall onto.

"This is for you," Mary told Eden, pushing forward a large shredder that had a clear plastic container under it.

Eden looked at the device and turned it on. It was quiet. "Ooohhh..." she smiled. "I haven't done one of these yet. Others have. This'll be a first! And I guess that means this is for you then..."

Mary stood beside the long series of spikes that, in a normal performance, would have gone sideways through a spiker-box. But she had just set them down with the flat plate on the floor, her own personal spike-trap. "Yes," she said.

"Excellent choice!" Eden complimented her. "I'm going to hand you up first," she indicated Mary, "then myself. Pick your doom," she held out the two vibrators, allowing Mary to choose from between the two of them. Mary chose the one on the right. Eden put the other one to the side and hooked Mary's chosen device up to the chain that came down from above by a simple hook. There were already cuffs on the chain. "Lay down," Eden told her, and Mary did just that, allowing Eden to cuff her ankles together then her arms behind her. "Now, before I put this in," Eden held the vibrator, "any last requests?"

Mary shook her head. "OK, once I finish you, then myself off," she moved around to flip up Mary's skirt and pull her panties aside, "we'll get pulled into the air above our respective traps. Once we're both in position, the vibrators will turn on, then we see how long we last. OK?"

Mary agreed, and Eden slid the toy into her carefully and gently. It wasn't on yet, but that didn't stop her from reacting to the intrusion. Instead, she rolled over and looked down herself as she lifted her own legs in the air. The chain from above was slipped through a small gap in the chain between the cuffs around her ankles, and it wasn't that tight to begin with, actually comfortable if one ignored her private parts. She twisted around to see Eden already with the vibrator in as she secured her ankles and then rolled over onto her stomach to tie up her own wrists. It was impressive, her dexterity.

"Now!" Eden called out and the chains began to pull upwards. Mary watched Eden as the chain pulled her legs upwards, just as her own were, then at the same time, they were both lifted by their hips. Instantly, Mary squeezed as best she could, holding on for dear life as she and Eden were pulled above their respective ends. Eden above the shredder, herself above the dozen spikes that were meant for something else.

Then the vibrators turned on. "oooh," Eden cooed. "I'm glad we didn't makeout before, we would have been slippery already!"

Mary hadn't considered that, as she was focusing on not slipping as her sex was pleased. She focused on her breathing instead.

"Oh? Holding on?" Eden asked. "I suppose so..." she smirked at Mary who looked back at her. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked.

Mary's heart beat in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak. "I...! It's the peril!" she confessed. "The danger!"

Eden's grin didn't break. "Awesome! Oh yeah, the danger, the excitement, the unknowable ending..." Eden looked down at the device below her. "Gets your heart pumping, doesn't it?"

Mary didn't verbally agree as she worked to squeeze her legs a little bit tighter. How did Eden make this look so easy? Was it practice? Magic? Something else? "Yes!" she admitted when she had a chance.

"I like you!" Eden complimented her with a grin. "But you know something about peril?" she asked as she looked Mary square in the eye.

"What?" Mary asked.

"You can always embrace it, and not fight it." Eden told her. "The pleasure, the pain, the everything." Mary was trying to formulate a response when Eden took it away from her. "But the most important part of peril, I think," Eden mused and Mary watched, "Is the fighting. The audience doesn't just want to see some poor damsel get sawn in half, they love the anticipation, the effort the assistant puts in to trying to escape. They love that. It makes the inevitable, the known outcome, all the better when it happens."

Mary thought about that. "Huh?"

Eden laughed a little. "Are you here for the wait, or for the end?" she asked, then slipped.

Mary's voice cried out in shock as Eden fell down, head first into the shredder below her. Her hair and head and neck vanished into the machine and Mary's eyes were wide open in shock as Eden's body thrashed around as it was slowly devoured by the shredder.

She was.... enjoying watching Eden get shredded. There was something in what she said about the difference wanting and having...?

Mary ignored Eden and looked up - down really - at the spikes below her, and the growing emotions in her loins. Did she want them? Or was it just the imagination of wanting them? She looked, eyes locked on the points before her. How would it feel? Would it hurt? Would it not?

The buzzing between her legs was ... nice. But it wasn't the euphoria of knowing. And wanting.

Mary let go.