"And welcome back to my show!" Brittany announced to the Camera as she opened this particular episode. "Today's episode comes to you all courtesy of the now-banned folower who called me a 'Cold-Hearted Bitch' because I didn't give them what they demanded. Not a subscriber. Just a random person who watches these videos. I don't like rude people like that, so they're gone and you are not!" She giggled at that.
"Anyway, just so you all know, Janet is behind the camera, ready to finish things off once I can't go much further," Brittany announced as she walked in a circle around the camera. "And she will have to do so because this is your performance for the day!" Brittany stopped in front of a large stand-up box, the likes of which she had shown off and been in several times before. The sides were clear and the corners thin black metal bars. "This time, I'm going to be performing an act that is risky, dangerous, and has probably actually killed people in the past. However!" she said as she swung up the front door and stepped in, allowing the audience to see she had nothing to hide, "However" her voice was a little off being inside the box, "I am a professional, and so is Janet!"
"I am!" Janet agreed from out of sight, but near the camera. "Now, for those of you watching this live-stream at home or abroad, I will be doing technical work here until it is time for me to go in front."
"Thank you Janet!" Brittany said. "Anyway, here's what's going to happen. There's a donation bar at the bottom of the screen in front of you. Donate whatever you feel like, I'm OK with whatever. But NOT YET!" She exclaimed. "Let me explain things first! You see, when Janet starts up the donations, then this box will fill with water. At the first benchmark, the box will be filled 100% That's when the fun begins, because I bet you think this will be a water trap escape, no?"
Brittany smirked for the floating camera. "Not a chance! You see, once we get to the second benchmark, the water inside this tank will freeze solid! At that point, the donation benchmarks become what will happen to me! But there is a time limit!" Brittany added, "as I'll be holding my breath! Five minutes will be the limit, then the donations cease and where we're at is what happens to me! Janet, start it up!"
In reply, the side of the camera's view became a vertical bar, staring at zero and the bottom of the tank and stopping at the top. A thin line began to go up, and as it did, water started filling the tank as well to the same height. It paused for a moment at her ankles. "So, while that's filling, let me explain to everyone what the next goals are going to be. After this freezes, and the five minute timer starts, by which time I hope most of you will be watching, it was slowly going up. Not may viewers yet, let alone those opening their wallets. "Failure to reach the first stretch goal will be the boring result, and all the ice magically melts and drains away. Boo! Boo to that!" Brittany added.
The water had reached her calves, and was slowly going upward.
"The second stretch goal will have Janet there ... personally thaw me out," Brittany winked at the camera. "And yes, that means exactly what you think it means. But!" If we reach the third stretch goal, then the person who donated the most? Well, Janet and you will get to thaw me out."
"What she means to say is that the person who donates the most will very quickly and magically find the two of us at their place, ready for some hot action," Janet didn't need to clarify. "Or something like that."
The water kept rising and Brittany started to prattle on, encouraging her viewers to donate. Janet stayed out of sight as the water and the donations kept rising. When it reached the half-way mark, Brittany changed her tune a little. "Now that my waist is under," she said, "I'm here to tell you all some fancy facts about water and ice! First of all, Ice isn't the most dense water can get. It's actually the most dense as a fluid at about 4 degrees Centigrade, and as it crystallizes, the water actually expands! Now, anyone who has ever put a bottle of water into the freezer overnight to have ice-water the next day knows exactly what I'm talking about. Never put the cap on, and never fill all the way." She put one hand up and showed that the top of the tank wasn't in place.
"However, being a Professional Magician, I can ignore all that! I can make the water freeze around me and not have it change density at all, or rather, make sure the volume is the same." Brittany explained her magic cheating. "And Janet, how many viewers do we have right now?"
"Fourteen-hundred viewers, five-hundred donations, and, well, the viewers at home can see the amount total," Janet said, "After all, the tank is now getting up to Brittany's tits!" And they were, the camera took a closeup as the water lifted her breasts as it kept rising.
"That they are!" Brittany agreed as she squeezed them with her hands. "So Janet, how much money do you think we'll get?" she asked.
"What's this WE of which you speak?" Janet shot back as the water rose a little higher. "You get all the profits, and I just get to help."
"Hey, you get to have fun too!" the water was up to Brittany's neck, and she didn't seem worried at all. "Well, we're going to be at the frozen part quickly!" She took a huge breath, then allowed the water to fully submerge her, allowing her to float in the water just above and below the top and bottom. The water stopped just as it reached the top and with a 'ding!', the next step began.
From the corners, the water turned a frosted white, and the camera moved to watch as the whole thing began to turn into a solid block of ice, from Brittany's feet and fingers and head down to her core. It was over in mere seconds, but it was fast enough that the center of the block of ice was transparent and showed Brittany in the middle, frozen in place.
"Now she can't speak," Janet said as the first donations counter went away. "Let's have some real fun." She approached the block and pulled away the sides, no timer running. "Brittany is right, I get to have some fun," she said as she took away the last sides, leaving just the block of magical ice in front of the camera. "So my fun will be this. On the video screen in front of you is a new donation line," she informed her audience, "And a red line through Brittany. When the donation line is full, I will saw through the ice, and Brittany, and a new line will appear."
True to her word, a donation line appeared overlaid on Brittany and the block of ice she was encased in. "However, she is right, there is a five minute time limit," Janet added as she produced a very large ice saw, and brought it to magically quiet life. "That time limit begins now."
The first line was easy. It went across Brittany's neck, and all it needed was pocket change. It was filled, and Janet brought the saw through Brittany's encasement, and her neck in a single fell swoop. As she did that, a second line appeared, this time through her ribs, under her chest, and across her arms. The line was filled before a total of fourty-five seconds were up, and Janet sawed through Brittany again.
The third line appeared, through her knees, and before the minute was up, Brittany had been cut like a mismade, frozen solid the whole time. "Bonus Round!" Janet called out, and the timer paused. She set down her saw, turning it off. "Let's do some fun here," she said as she picked up the top block of Brittany and her head, giving a bit of a heft due to the weight. She set that down to one side, then lifted Brittany's chest and upper arms with more effort, setting them down to the other side. Then her hips were lifted and placed to another side, putting the woman into four blocks.
"Now, to assemble!" Janet put Brittany's legs atop her head, aligning the corners correctly, then her chest, then her hips atop the new stack. "There we go," she said as she rubbed her hands to get some warmth back into them. She picked up the saw. "And timer-start!"
On the screen in front of the viewers, the timer started up again, with a little under four minutes still to go. This time, the line didn't go from edge to edge, but rather it went from the cut above Brittany's head, up between her feet and legs, and then through her chest, between her breasts before stopping at the top cut there before it reached Brittany's sex at the top of the stack.
It only took thirty second to fill, and Janet cut the stack partially in half, leaving the top and bottom undivided.
The next line was near the bottom, going through Brittany's head, above her nose and below her eyes. "That would have been ankles if I didn't change things up," Janet explained as she got to her knees and divided the head in two. As she did that, the next line appeared, and as it filled up, across her legs, Janet looked to the camera. "Some of you may be wondering if Brittany is feeling all this? Well, she is!" Janet assured them. Then the leg section was properly quartered, and the ice was unmelting the whole time. "At Two minutes, another Bonus Round!" Janet announced as they passed three.
This time, the line was across Brittany's chest, and Janet sawed that in half, breasts top and bottom separated. The next line was ignored by the audience as they decided, sight unseen, to wait for the two minute bonus. It clicked, and the clock stopped. "Oh, I see how this is going," Janet said as she restacked Brittany. This time, her two bottom chests were on the bottom, matched by her right leg. Above that, the top of Brittany's head, then the two top chest pieces and her other leg. Her hips were in the place of honor, with her feet, then the bottom of Brittany's head. "That should be everything," she said of the jigsaw puzzle. "No more bonus rounds," she said. "HIT IT!"
This time the new line cut across Brittany's hips, above the gap between her legs. This was filled up quickly to Janet could get to the new one, and what a line it was.
The most expensive line was a single one, down the middle of the stack. Yes, there were already some cuts along that, but the important part was yet untouched. It filled. The line rose up slowly as donations came in, and Janet watched as the clock ticked down. "Thirty Seconds," she announced as the line was only half way there. "Twenty. Ten." Despite the best efforts of the audience, it was clear that unless some whale dropped in, the prize wouldn't be taken.
And it wasn't. The five minutes coming to a halt with about fifteen percent left in the line. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Janet expressed herself. "That was close! And you all did such a wonderful job of trying!" She bowed to the camera politely, saw in hand. "Hold on," she said, "I need to put this away," she indicated the saw, and after a moment's looking around, stabbed it into the pillar of Brittany. Into her private gap, where the saw gently and quietly vibrated and bit into the ice and woman. "There!" She said, clapping her hands together to draw attention to herself. "Thank you all for your kind donations, I'm sure Brittany will get good use out of them. As for me, I need to see who won this particular live stream, and set things up for the delivery." She leaned forward to turn off the camera, but before she did, she whispered seductively, "and if you ask nicely, I'll bring the saw."