David walked into the House arm in arm with his date for the evening. It was impossible, and yet here he was, as one of the most vaunted venues in the business with a date. A date that he had never seen before in person. "Don't be so tense!" she said as she smiled, her schoolgirl uniform barely tied across her chest, and her skirt was short and tight. "We're going to have fun!" she punned herself closer and pressed her chest against him. "After all, you won this date, right?"
Brittany, the Webcam Magician had offered to go on a magical date to this event, where the idea of 'limits' and 'practicality' were tossed out the window. However, those who wanted to go needed to submit what they would want to do to her if they won, and David had naturally filled out the form after making sure his $5 donation for the month had gone through.
He said he would take her out for a nice supper beforehand, then drive her to the event for a good evening of mutual fun and excitement without telling her any of the details.
Honestly, he didn't know what he would do with her. With all of her. He submitted for a laugh.
He won anyways. She proved it, and she dressed nice - not in costume for the supper. That hurt his wallet, but he could survive. Then they came here and they were inside. No going back now. "Just thinking about what I'd start with," he said.
She had requested he dress similar to her, so he wore short shorts and an open white shirt. "Oh?" she asked.
He nodded, looking down at her, into her cleavage. He imagined them in his hands and....
"I have an idea!" She smiled at him, drawing his gaze away from her tits to her face. "I prepared something a little special, so we should do it first."
"Special?" he asked, curious and aroused. Both.
"Yep!" she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He was glad he shaved. "For it to work, I need you to fuck me and french kiss me."
He didn't need to be told twice and David picked her up and pressed her against the wall. She held onto him with one arm while the other hand opened up his shorts. He kissed her, and she opened her mouth to ... he shoved himself into her with one rough push and she opened wide in shock as he followed it up by roughly grabbing her by the head and pulling her in close for the kiss.
She rolled onto him for a moment, then there was a sharp pain! "Ahhh!" He yelled awkwardly as he pulled out "Ahhh!" He looked down at his cock and.... "Ahhh!"
A chain! A ring! A ring had been pierced into his dick, hard as a rock! And from that ring a chain dangled that led up to Brittany's crotch and into her sex! On his tongue, another ring pierced through it and another chain lead into his date's mouth!
"Ah!" Brittany spoke around the metal between her teeth. "Worked!"
"What?" David worked his own tongue, hard to speak with the small ring.
"'his chain," Brittany tugged on it coming out of her mouth, taking up some slack, "is gonna hold us together!" she pulled a couple feet of length out before she stopped and tugged once more, David feeling the tug on his member. "There's enough play so we can walk beside each other."
"Seems... excessive?" He said. "I wasn't going to run away!"
She laughed. "I know that silly! Don't worry about me, whatever you do, the chain will be intact, even if you cut me up and move all the pieces around!" She seemed eager for that, that was for sure.
David carefully tested the chain himself, watching as he pulled it out of her pussy and how the chain went into her mouth before relaxing just a little. It was magic, really. What else did he expect? "OK, Ok, sorry. You just caught me by surprise, that's all."
"Sorry about that, but I figured it was the best way to get things going, you know?" Brittany asked around the chain running through her. "So, what next? Got any ideas?"
"I do actually," David confirmed, and gestured for Brittany to lean in.
"And what would that be?" she asked as she did just that.
"You asked me for sex and you caused me to give up just as I was getting started," he reminded her of what they had been doing previously. "So I think it's only fair I finish."
"You have a point," Brittany agreed. "Shall we fiiiii!" Her words were cut off as he kissed her right there, pulling her close and then resume right where he left off. This time however, he took up the slack in the chain and wrapped it around him to ensure she didn't forget any of their proper first time.
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Along with her date, Nicole strutted into what was obviously an office if the desk was any way to measure things. Books were on one wall, a window looked out onto a tree, and a couch held the wall opposite the desk. There were filing cabinets and other such supplies around. "That table looks nice," the lips of her date pulled up in a small smile. "You think it's mahogany?"
"Really?" Nicole laughed back at him. "We came here for sex and magic and you're talking wood?"
"Why not? Relevant subject!" he chuckled back as he pulled her close to kiss her. They were both in business suits, and Nicole's was definitely on the saucy side with a tight leather skirt and an open shirt and jacket that was supported buy a good bra that poked through the gap. She also wore utterly useless glasses, but they were cosmetic enough to help sell the costume. The confident businesswoman. Or rather the sassy secretary to one.
She laughed. "I suppose so!" she agreed. "So, where did you want to start?" she asked. "I'm fine either way."
Her date smirked, his hands lifting her skirt. "What does my itinerary say?"
Nicole adjusted her hands on the table she was partially sitting on and found a paper sitting there where there was none before. Curious and a little bit distracted, she glanced at it. "Filing Cabinet?" she read confused. "What?"
"Huh?" her date looked up. "What was that?"
Nicole's eye was drawn to something that definitely wasn't there before. "That," she gestured with a nod of her head. "I think our hosts are providing."
Her date pulled back and looked behind him. "Is that a cabinet?"
"A filing cabinet!" Nicole laughed at the absurdity of it. She pushed him off her, but did nothing to reset her clothes in the process. "Look, there's drawers that I bet are also dividers, and I can slide right in." She indicated the metal exterior to the cabinet that was sized not to allow the Assistant to step in from the front, but rather from the side.
Her date saw what she was getting at and picked up one of the sliding drawers, which was just a front with a handle and a bottom and a very thin side to help keep the whole thing in shape. "How many?" he asked, honestly curious.
Nicole counted up the slits in the cabinet. "A lot," she said. "I suppose you could ... customize?"
"Well, there's only four shelves," the date said. "I mean," he looked at the inside of the cabinet, "But I see what you mean." He slid the shelf in hand into the bottom, the door to it comfortably fitting against the frame. "Step on in?"
With a sensual step, Nicole entered the cabinet, sliding in from the side and facing what would be to the left of the open side. She stood on the lowest drawer, and wiggled her feet back and forth a little to show that it would slide in and out. The Date lifted another shelf and hefted it to feel how heavy it is before sliding into one of the many slots in the sides of the cabinet - one aligned with Nicole's waist. It slid in smoothly enough that Nicole only yelped once as the blade cut through her waist.
The date didn't bother to say anything, he just pulled the top drawer out, balancing on its edge as Nicole's top half was outside the cabinet and her bottom half still inside. "Very nice racking," he said, his eyes on what he was making a pun about.
In response, Nicole stuck out her tongue and unbuttoned a portion of her jacket. "Nice, you say?" she asked as she invited him to make a better comment.
He slid the cabinet shut with a "Hey!" from Nicole. "I almost hit my arms!"
"Sorry!" he didn't apologize, instead looking inside the cabinet in the top section where the drawer would go. Nicole turned to face him with an expression of annoyance. "Here," he held up the third drawer and pushed it into the gap, noting to himself that this would go just under her shoulders, rather than through her neck.
"Aaak!" Nicole chimed in as the door closed on her and the man knelt down to look at the last open section where her lifted skirt was bunched up around the bottom of the drawer above.
"You OK in there?" he asked.
"A bit, yeah!" Nicole replied. "Why?"
"Do you feel this?" he asked as he reached in and pinched her between her legs.
"eeesp!" The entire cabinet shook as Nicole reacted to the sudden pinch. "HEY!"
"You're right, you're right, gotta do it proper," he said as he pulled his hand back out and took up the last drawer, this one would cover up the whole thing. Without worries, he slid it in, closing up the cabinet and hiding Nicole from sight.
"Well," he said to himself, "I did say I was going to do this properly," he then pulled out the second-to-bottom drawer and he found himself looking down at Nicole's head and shoulders. "Oh!"
"Oh what?" Nicole said back before she looked around and saw her position. "Were you going to pull my hips out and enjoy them?"
"Yes," he admitted shamelessly. "I was going to pull off your skirt, pull down your stocking and ravish you."
"You better do that boss! Your next meeting is in five!" Nicole agreed. "Unless you want to just drop your pants now?"
"Let's see here," the man pulled open the top drawer, letting it slide out to reveal Nicole's chest and her arms draped down the sides. He took one hand and she responded with raising both up and finishing what she started earlier, undoing her top to reveal her lacey bra.
"Just one moment, I want to make sure everything is filed away properly," he kept his eyes on one prize as he opened the top-middle drawer to find Nicole's feet and lower legs and then at the very bottom her hips and upper legs. "Everything is in place!"
"Hah!" Nicole chuckled. "And the best part for you at the very bottom."
"Are you saying you want to bottom?" the Date asked.
"Top, bottom, doesn't matter much to me, does it? Not like I can or want to object..."
The date leaned over and kissed Nicole on the lips. "True." He agreed before he started sliding the cabinets back in. "Let's see how this goes."
"OK!" Nicole smiled as she wondered how she would be mixed up next....
The cabinet slid open, almost on its own accord, slamming outward with enough force to rattle Nicole with the "BANG!" of metal!
"Eh?" Nicole was stunned by the sudden violence of the ejection. "Wha?" She was stunned and blinded for a moment by the quick change from dark to light, but when she was able to focus, what she saw...!
Her date was sitting on the couch, legs spread and pants dropped around his ankles. Sitting in his lap was another woman! Her nurse costume was pulled open and Nicole had the perfect view as she had her back to him, allowing him to hold the Nurse's tits tightly while she rocked up and down on his cock.
"Oh hey!" her Date said! "Glad you could... umf... make it!"
"Shit!" the Nurse yelled out as she realized that she wasn't the focus of the man's attention. "What!"
"That's my line!" Nicole said, shocked and yet still turned on herself as she watched the two have sex. Sex she wanted.
"Cindy, Nicole. Nicole, Cindy," her date introduced the two of them as though this was the most normal thing in the world. "Nicole here is my secretary and had an unfortunate accident sorting files," he delivered the baldfaced lie with a grin. "Cindy," he massaged her breasts openly, "came in after the accident, and I needed some consoling."
"You were gonna pound me!" Nicole objected. "In pieces!"
"Still will!" her date agreed.
"Three way!" the Nurse suggested, ignoring the tone of Nicole's voice as she just enjoyed her own carnal pleasures. "Or maybe I can have an accident too?"
"Maybe..." Her date replied.
Or maybe, Nicole thought to herself, if her date was going to do this to her, she could just leave him to his own devices. But she couldn't bring herself to do that as her Date and the Nurse just kept going at it right in front of her. "Ohhhh..." the Nurse moaned. "She's hot," she complimented Nicole. "Here, let me..." She leaned forward out of the Date's hands and Nicole watched as she reached out and crossed an impossible distance to grab her hips, pulling back all while the Date kept up his work.
"What...?" Nicole asked, shocked as the Nurse, bouncing on her Date, peeled off Nicole's skirt and panties. The brush of cool air against her loins was enough to cause her own face to blush somehow as her hands reflexively and instinctively began to fondle her own breasts.
The Nurse wasted no time and started to lick and tease at Nicole's precious slit! The divided woman gasped as she felt a tongue inside her even though she was over there and over here! It was impossible, but she watched it happen! "ooolll..." she rolled off her tongue as her Date couldn't hold himself back any more and blew into the Nurse! The n Nurse's eyes in turn went wide before she bit down on Nicole's excited sex.
"Haaaaaa!" Nicole's voice was raised! But she hadn't reached her own climax yet as Cindy, the Nurse, pulled herself off her lover and pulled Nicole's hips away form her lips. "Ahhh...?"
"Here you go!" Cindy smiled as she took Nicole's hips in hand and backed up to the cabinet. "Mister, I'm-gonna-cheat-on-my-girl-friend! Guess what I'm gonna do now?"
"What?" Nicole and her Date asked as one.
"This!" The Nurse stepped around Nicole and into the cabinet - she had no idea how - and then the cabinet doors slammed shut!
The date got up in a rush and stumbled over his pants to check on the Cabinet. He fell forward and the cabinet tipped over, spilling the drawers to reveal.... nothing. No one at all. It was empty.
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Larry wasn't anything special. Except that he had an invitation to this event. An event that required a certain degree of ... mental latitude, so to speak. Perversion and desire mixed with a tinge of accepting the impossible meant that when you crossed the threshold here, you were in another world entirely. Where what you wanted was what you got, one way or the other.
He wandered for a bit, taking in the sights and sounds and getting the lay of the land even as it shifted around him. Going from the living room to the back yard then back inside to a set of stairs heading up was certainly a trip. But it didn't take him long before he caught his eye on something. Or someone rather.
For Larry was dressed as an erotic cowboy. The chaps, the tasseled vest, a nice hat and a whip. He had received several invitations for various things, but he smiled and waved them off for now. He didn't feel it, that magical 'it' that would really get him going.
Then he saw her. That beautiful woman. That beautiful full bodied woman that just sang to him! Called out to him!
Her large tits were barely contained by the tiny triangles that covered her nipples, the strings holding them in place straining under the massive weights they held. Two other strings looped over her hips to a thin slip of cloth that he could spot between her legs. She wore small horns over her head, and hanging from one ear was a tag. In a word, she was a perfect cowgirl. Cow-woman.
And she hadn't seen him yet.
He carefully hid out of sight, turning a corner that wasn't there before. He casually undid his whip and then with absolute certainty, he stepped out and cracked the whip down the hall!
The cow-woman jumped in startlement as the whip wrapped around her neck and Larry tugged. "HEY!" She called out as though she was objecting, but she didn't fight him as she came to him, her massive assets on full display. "What was that for?" she demanded as she didn't remove the whip from her neck.
"I'm a cow-boy, you're a cow-girl," Larry smirked. "It's only natural."
She seemed to fight with herself over that comment. "Really?" She had a hand on the whip, but it was hard to tell if she was holding on to fight him or to prevent herself from escaping. "What are you going to do with me?" she asked as she looked at him - all of him - with a mixture of worry and want.
"That depends," Larry pulled her closer and closer, slowly but surely.
"On what?" she asked.
"On what's behind this door," Larry slapped the door that was to his right, one that hadn't been there a moment before. "No matter what, I'll use it on you."
"But..! But what if it's something mean! Or horrible?"
"Oh? Like what?" Larry pulled her to be in her personal space. He could see the flush in her cheeks.
"I... I don't know...!" she replied.
"There's only one way to find out then, isn't there?" He shoved open the door and dragged the woman in behind him. "Well now, what do we have here?"
"That looks like a giant cookiecutter!" the woman exclaimed.
He tugged her in and she followed, allowing the door to close behind her. "It's actually called a bimbo-box," he corrected her. "You get in and I'll cut you into pieces."
"But you can't!" she objected!
"Oh, but I will."
"You can't!" she repeated her objection even as she stepped forward toward the upright and backless box. It only existed on the sides, allowing anyone to see right through it. She resisted, but not much.
"Are you sure?" He enjoyed that she was playing hard to get even as her body showed her desire. He tugged again, and the cow-woman allowed herself to be pulled to the open box. "Wearing that, you're asking for something to happen..."
She licked her lips. "Maybe." Her chest heaved in his view, that mixture of lust and fear even more apparent now. "Maybe," she repeated to herself.
He took the choice away from her, spinning her around and pushing her into the cabinet. She obligingly spread her legs and arms for him as he uncasually felt her up. She moaned at his grip, and yet she didn't withdraw from it either. "Stop..." she quietly said.
"Really?" He asked, not letting go of her either.
"mmmmmHM!" was her response. He saw what she was doing. She wanted to be submissive then. or perhaps to be dominated. It that got her off, who was he to object? She wiggled under his grasp as his foot touched something. A blade. A cutter. A divider. Something he knew how to use, the knowledge coming to him without awareness. He picked it up and showed it to her. "Oh...." whatever she was going to say, it faltered as he slammed it through her.
Traditionally, some part of him mused, you would start with the waist or the neck. Or maybe the arms or legs. Not him. Not this time. The first blade went vertically into her body, between her breasts, and up from her stomach before ending at her neck. Not a division. Not yet. But a cut none the less. "Ah!"
Larry swept his hands up her body, brushing away her bra without a care. The string that held her front together snapped open, cut as easily as the woman underneath. "What... what?" She looked down at the vertical blade inside her.
He cupped her cheeks. "Just getting started." He reached down, trusting not in his eyes, but in the impossibility made real. Another blade. He held it up and slid it beside the first.
"Hmmm!" she bit her lip as her chest was divided. She reached out of her arm slots as Larry hadn't secured them, instead trusting in her submissive behavior for now, and she clutched her own chest, pressing her fingers against the dividers in them. "Hahah!" she laughed as the reality of her situation settled on her. "Fuck!"
Larry had another blade. "Not yet," he informed her as he cut off her left leg then her right in quick succession. He pulled them out of the box, the warm limbs soft in his hands. Her toes curled, life still in them. He held them up for her to see. "Well?"
"Are those... they are!" she looked shocked and aroused at the sight of her own legs. Legs he put aside as he wasn't a foot man at all. Someone else would enjoy them, he knew. "Fuck me," she pleaded with him, her loins wet. The desire was mutual. But he restrained himself for now. Instead, he put his fingers under her bikini-bottom and pulled, snapping them off with surprising ease. Like it was intended to be removed. Not taken off. Removed. He held the moist covering up and showed it to her before tossing it aside.
"Not yet," he repeated as another blade appeared in his hands. He slid it into her right shoulder, removing it even as she flexed her arm. He smirked as he pulled her arm out and without hesitation, held her hand over his cock.
She got the message, and wrapped her fingers around him, starting to rub. He let her have a couple strokes, then pulled her away. "no....." she objected quietly, but he held firm. He knew that if she had kept going, he would have had his own release. Instead, he lightly slapped her cheeks with her own hand and then removed the other arm. "Stop...!"
He didn't, discarding that with sadistic glee. "Please... please..." she pleaded as he produced another cutting blade. "Hips or throat?" he asked her.
"Neck." Her certainty was good, and Larry flipped the dividing blade into position. he held it there long enough for her to admire the sheen and reflection of her face in the metal before he slid it through her and out the other side. It lined up perfectly with the blades already vertically in her, creating a 'T'. "ahhh... ah...." she breathed in and out quite heavily. "I..."
Larry pulled out one last blade and without a word, slid it into her waist, turning the 'T' into an 'I' through her body. "meeeeeeee....." she softly wailed. She was ready. Larry put his hands on her hips and gave her a slight yank. "Pleaaassseee....." came the whisper.
He rotated her hips to allow him to admire her personal slit and then he shoved her right onto his hard cock.
"AaaahH!" she called out as he violated her to her pleasure and mortification. "wwwwww....."
But he wasn't done with her. He left her hanging there as he reached out and took out the sides of her body, gripping her by her breasts, allowing the weight of her halved-chest to hold everything. He took a moment to adjust his grip on them, ignoring the pressure in his loins and the expression on her face. Instead, he hooked the fingers of his newly freed hand through her mouth, gripping her jaw. "!!!!!" she emoted as he pulled her head free of the box it was in.
She wanted to know what he was going to do now. His answer was simple. He left the room, the parts of the woman in his awkward grip. The first person he was was a young witch. "Here!" he said, tossing her half a chest. "A present!"
The witch caught it deftly. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she asked as she didn't seem surprised by the gift, just confused.
"Eat it for all I care!" Larry told her as he walked past. "She's a cow!"
He tossed her head down the hall at someone who was watching, he didn't care what happened to her at that point. Her other chest was given to a total stranger and then he pulled her aching hips off him. He gave her a shake and then passed her off to ... someone. Because the Witch was following him, her gift gone.
"That's kinda hot," she said, biting her lip. "What's it take to end up like that?"
Larry grinned, the Cow-Girl already gone from his mind. She had served her purpose for him, and now it was time to move on. "I've got to get this out of the way first" he indicated his own pressure. "Then you want it clean or messy?"
"Messy," the Witch replied. "All the way."