"Hello and welcome," Vella said from the front of the living room. Nearly a dozen men and women sat on chairs, sofas and couches around her. "This little side-show is for all of you, people who are invited, have the mentality, but not the experience. In this room, I will help you overcome that."

The rest of the room seemed to appreciate that. "After seeing that woman outside, the Head, it just doesn't seem real, does it?" someone asked.

Vella smiled at that. "Exactly!" She clapped her hands to draw attention. "Now, some people need a helping hand to get over the bump, either doing or receiving. And I will act as help and guide to get you all over the bump. You can leave any time you are comfortable, I'm not holding you back or down." She stopped for a moment. "Unless you want me to that is." She indicated the table that was in front of them, covered in a thin sheet that held nothing under it. "But, let me be clear. This is not for the faint of heart. You saw what the Head submitted herself to outside, and that is something that can happen to you as well," she noticed some people shift at that, and not in the bad way. "Violence and sexuality are part of the evening, you cannot escape it."

"Now, who would like to volunteer first?" she asked as she leaned over the table. "Someone willing to put their life in my hands for the thrill of it?"

Silence.

"I will?" a young woman dressed as a cute and sexy witch raised her hand.

"Is that a question or a statement?" Vella asked.

The witch drew in a breath. "I will!" she stood up and Vella smiled warmly. The witch stepped up to the table, her back to the rest of the room. It was a blue hat with red trim, a red corset and panties before stockings and slippers. "Um, my name is Tiff."

"Tiff, I'm Vella." Vella introduced herself as well. "Now, before we begin, does anyone here want to do something mean, horrible and macabre to Tiff here?" She was met with silence. "Oh well, maybe next time."

"Ah, what are you planning?" Tiff asked as she turned back to Vella after seeing no one volunteer. "Maybe if they knew?"

"No," Vella shook her head. "This has to be a surprise for all involved, as you may not be aware of what is happening until it does."

Tiff shifted in worry. "Oh."

"Now, turn around and face the audience," Vella told her. "I recommend you spread your legs and lean back against the table."

Tiff did as she was told, and Vella nodded once. She whipped the cloth off the table, and the audience recoiled. Tiff loved over her shoulder and her eyes opened wide at the sight of the large circular saw in Vella's hands. "What is that?!?!" she asked even as her body froze in place.

"A saw," Vella informed her as she turned on the electric chainsaw, the two-foot blade spinning up to improbable speeds under her control. "Now," she slid the running saw along the table-top and between Tiff's legs where she stood. "All you have to do, Tiff, is lower yourself onto the blade."

"W...what?" Tiff quaked, but did not bend or falter, her frozen legs holding her up now above the blade at her crotch.

"Just drop," Vella said. "Or would you rather I lift?"

Tiff looked down and then back at Vella. "Y...es please."

Vella simply nodded once and lifted the saw.

"AAAHHH!!!" Tiff screamed as the saw sliced into her crotch, the blade parting her clothes to show her precious sex for a moment before it too was cut in half. Vella didn't stop for Tiff as she lifted, adjusting her grip as the witch's corset and stomach were split without gore, but undeniably either. "OH MY GAWWD!" she called out as her ribs split and her chest soon after. "Fuck, fuck fuuuuuck!" Vella sawed up through Tiff's neck then up and out her head, taking less than a handful of seconds from start to finish.

"fuck, fuck fuck...." Tiff's chest heaved as she breathed. "What...?" She looked down at her body and the cut that had been made in it. A cut that ripped her costume in half, had cut her in half but left her intact in body.

"See!" Vella said as she held the saw in her hands, still on, still quiet. "It happened, but nothing harmed you. You can only be harmed if you want to." Tiff touched herself, running her hand up and down her bare middle to ensure herself she was whole.

"That was... that was..."

"Exciting? Exhilarating?" Vella suggested.

"YES!" Tiff agreed. Then, like a snap, she released herself from her frozen stance and spun around, grabbing Vella and kissing her deeply.

The only reason Vella didn't reciprocate in kind was because she was still holding the saw.

"Thank you!" Tiff let her go. "That was so good!"

"I'm glad you think so," Vella turned off the saw. "Now, head on out, why don't you?"

"Hey, your costume!" someone tried to warn Tiff. But she didn't hear as she rushed out of the room, eager to get started.

"Well, who is next?" Vella asked, unperturbed.

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"There you are!"

"Miss Head!" "Heyya!" Two familiar voices greeted the Head as she waved them down. Fel, from years previous, and her new boyfriend, whom she had met last year.

"Welcome back," she greeted them both. "Interesting costumes. Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?"

"Yep!" Fel showed off her topless dress and red hood for the Head who had seen it all before.

"And you?" the Head addressed Steve with his torn pants and no shirt. "You admitted to being a wolf." With a howl, Steve stretched, his skin growing and erupting into a far more muscular man, standing nearly eight feet tall, chest wide as a barrel, his head turned into a wolf. "Never mind, a proper werewolf you are!" The Head smiled at that. "Very nice transformation!"

"Thanks!" Steve growled. "I'm going to fuck Fel to death several times tonight like this."

The Head glanced down at his bulging pants. So did Fel, with open lust. "Oh my, I can only imagine."

"Says who?" Fel asked. "Hey, Stevie, why don't you give the Head a sample?"

Steve blinked. "What? You sure?" he looked down at the Head with a quizzical tilt. "I mean, I could..."

"Go right ahead!" Fel encouraged him with a slap on his ass. "You got this!" She followed up on this by pulling down his pants, freeing him completely.

"I'm game," the Head told the massive wolf. "If you are, that is?" She eyed him appreciatively and stepped into his personal space.

"Fiiiiiiineee....." Steve rolled his eyes and with his massive claws, picked the Head up by her arms, holding them against her sides. "How rought do you want it?"

The Head's feet were lifted clear off the floor, dangling in his grip. "As Felicity can attest, I can be very rough, so do your best," she encouraged him. "Want to put on a good show for her, don't you?"

Fel grinned. "Yeah, do your worst! I wanna preview!"

Steve shrugged again, then adjusted his grip. One massive paw went around the Head's neck, while the other went down to lift one of her legs up. The Head helped by putting her hands on his shoulders. "You're a big man, aren't you?"

"All the better to break your hips with," he informed her as he set her down on him, tip to lips. She obliged him by rolling her loins against him teasing him with her moist touch.

His response to that was to shove her down, completely filling her with a single stroke. "JHrgk!" she grunted as she glanced down to see that he had used less than half his length, even if his girth was already too much.

"Honey, you know I'm smaller than her, right?" Fel called out as she rubbed her own clit in excitement. "You gotta be extra rough with me!"

Steve rolled the Head around, slowly working her down his shaft due to how tight she was. "ooooh.." she moaned.

"I was just planning on..." Steve paused for a moment as he broke something inside the Head. "AAAAHNN!N!" The Head rolled her head back in a mix of pain and agony. "Hold on, I was going to just break your legs like a wishbone first," he informed his girlfriend of her impending fate as he leaned the Head back a little to reveal that her stomach was bulging with his presence inside her, far too deep to be normal. He licked her from her stomach to her face.

"I haven't been fucked this hard in years," the Head complimented him, sweat a sheen on her body. "You gonna cum now?"

"Not yet," Steve said. "I gotta thank you first."

"For... what?" the Head asked.

"For the snack!" Steve lunged forward with his maw and in a single stroke, bit the Head's head right off, ripping it off her neck! He raised his face upward and Fel could see her former boss's face flush with excitement before he closer his jaws around her with a CRUNCH and swallowing!

The Head's body jerked at the sudden assault, her arms dropping as she started to leak from her sensitive places. Steve pulled her ruined body off and tossed it through a nearby door without a care. "Oh I hope you take more time with me," Fel chastised her boyfriend. "That was over way too quick!"

"eeeeee!!!" a surprising voice came from behind them, and the two turned to see a woman dressed as a cat watching the whole thing. "Oh my god, that was so hot! Can you do me after her?" the kitty asked.

"You want to be stuffed like a turkey and eaten?" Fel asked almost defensively.

"Well, yeah! Who wouldn't?" the interloper asked. "I mean, you're obviously next in line, so then me!"

"Hey now, what makes you think I'll share?" Fel argued!

"I'm fine with that," Steve asked as he reached down and grabbed his girlfriend by the head, his claws prickling at her neck. "Any requests?" He lifted Fell up and gave her a little shake to emphasize how little power she had in this situation. "She wants to be broken like a wishbone."

"HEY!" Fel objected, but it was a hollow one. It was that sort of evening.

The cat thought for a moment. "I wanna give you a blowjob and you eat my pussy first."

Steve gave her a thumbs up, then did what he promised.