Jordana felt a little self conscious as she took a little bow and walked onto the outdoor stage following Matt's introduction. She glanced down again to check her outfit. Partly in disbelief that she had an outfit. The saloon bar girl pastiche costume she was wearing might be revealing by many folks standards, but the tight red and black corset top, frilly mini skirt, stockings and suspenders and high heels were probably the most modest thing she'd worn at work for a while. The odd thing was they were at the amusement park for an adult horror theme show so the rather theatrical outfit struck her as odd. 

Matt stood by a traditional train sawing prop. A gilded  model of a nineteenth century steam train straight out of a sixties variety show. She did a twirl and as she did Matt grabbed her net skirt pulling it away to reveal her suspenders and red and black thong. 

Matt smiled and helped her up into the prop. Jordana figured Matt must have decided that everyone was so familiar with the trick that it wasn't really worth explaining or indeed dragging out. Which made it all the more strange he had picked it in the first place. Aside from the thong it seemed to her this act was better suited to kids tv.

She laid back carefully, resting her calves on the cut outs in the carriage end of the trick. She laughed as Matt flicked off her shoes and closed the lid down clipping it in place. Matt wasted no time in spinning the box around so that Jordana's head end was facing the slightly bored looking crowd. Moments later the second lid was closed trapping her neck and wrists and she was back to being side on to the audience.  

Jordana couldn't help but flinch as Matt banged the two heavy dividers together. However tame the show she was looking forward to the kiss of the blade on her stomach. In fact she was worried she was forming a bit of an addiction. She could kind of understand how Lisa came to spend so much time unrestored. So despite the largely college age audience apathy she moaned softly to herself as the first blade thudded home through the box and her waist. She looked to the side waving her trapped hands and moaned again as the softer wave of pleasure of the second blade washed over her. Moments later she had been divided, her upper half wheeled onto a separate set of "rails" and pushed to the far side of the stage, to muted applause.

"I know what you are thinking, apart from Jordana's costume that was a bit lame, but hey that's the traditional trick, that's how its always done." Matt smiled almost apologetically. "But don't worry, we are going to do a train sawing thats a litte bit more twenty eighteen.."

"Now first off I am going to need a team of volunteers. Four. Don't panic, it will be Jordana being sawed. What I am looking for is four people who can help in an escape trick. Good at puzzles. you know a bit like an escape room sort of thing.... "

Jordana watched and smiled, still divided of course as people huddled and conferred. Naturally she had no more idea what was going to happen next than the crowd. Matt used the pause to reassemble the prop, withdraw the dividers and help Jordana out. She took a small slightly sheepish bow.

Moments later she was guiding the four volunteers up onto stage, two guys two girls all in their early twenties she guessed. 

"Hi what are your names..." she asked as Matt made some preparations.

"Cindy". "Jack". "Taylor". "Dan" They were a good looking bunch, confident and bubbly. They clearly felt more at home with puzzles than variety show acts.

"Great, thanks for coming up. I hope you were right when you said you were good at puzzles. Or at least Jordana does. Jordana's puzzled smile drew a few laughs. "Jordana?..."Matt beckoned his gorgeous assistant closer.

"Now first of, we need to get Jordana dressed into something a little more .. less appropriate.."

There was a bang and a flash. When the smoke cleared Jordana was revealed in a new outfit. Sort of. A thick black leather collar was wrapped around her neck. Matching cuffs encircled each ankle and wrist. Each was padlocked in place. Her nipples were each covered with a small cross of black tape, while her pussy was just about covered with a vertical strip of black tape secured with a couple of cross pieces. 

"Wow. OK so next the prop, we don't have a train as such. But we do have a roller coaster. Matt nodded and the back drop to the temporary stage dropped to show thepart of the park's signature roller coaster they had been using as a base. "OK guys can you take Jordana over to the rails, yeah just there right behind the car. Great now we will reinact a classic damsel in distress scene. Jordana can you lay on the track please...."

Jordana gulped, her face failing to hide her shock. She took a breath and nodded and accepted one of the guys hands as she got down to lie across the narrow tracks that supported to ride. She had just parked her bare ass in between the narrow rails, back to the crowd,  when Matt stopped her.

"No the other way..."

Jordana looked puzzled then the penny dropped. She took a deep breath then spun sideways so we was sat carefully on the rail nearest the now enthralled audience. The cold metal sank into her bum crack uncomfortably. 

"Cindy Jack could you please take a lock each and lock each of Jordana's ankles to those rings either side of the track. Jordana spread her legs out shoulder width apart as she sat and watched her legs padlocked to heavy metal rings set into the wooden sleepers under the metal rail.On cue she tugged against the metal bonds.

"Good good now Taylor if you can help Jordana lay back so shes right along the rail. Great, now help Dan with the locks for her wrists. You might need to do one at a time, they are a bit of a stretch. "

Jordana laid back balanced uncomfortable  on the cold metal rail. She felt hot despite the chill evening air. Once her head was on the track she reached back to where the rings must be waiting, She could feel them with her fingers but Dan was struggling to close the lock. In the end Taylor and Dan both had to pull hard on Jordana's arms to make the looks meet the rings. Once they were done they stood back and looked at the spreadeagled assistant with concern. Matt had them drop the keys to the locks into a jar.

"She will be fine. For now. So, it's important you all believe that Jordana is really locked fast to the ride and that she's not a trick assistant with fake legs or the keys for the locks hidden in her outfit" There were nervous laughs given Jordana's state. "So while we take a short break to check everything out you guys can get a stiff drink. You may need one..... and feel free to come on up here and check the tracks, the locks and of course Jordana....Oh, damn, nearly forgot....."

Matt smiled reached into his pocket and produced a bright red ball gag on a long leather strap. Kneeling by his securely bound assistant he offered the gag to her lips. Jordana shook her head no and looked away. Matt laughed and pinched her nose playfully. Finally Jordana took a gulp of air and the gag was in. Matt pushed it home passing the strap  under the rail by a sleeper and buckling it with a chuckle. 

The next fifteen minutes were something of a blur for Jordana. She was felt chilly in the cool autumn evening air, but was flushed with the excitement of being tied up in public as good as naked. As was often the case, initially people were approaching her hesitantly. She enjoyed the reading the looks on peoples faces. Horror, lust, fascination sometimes maybe jealousy? It didn't take long before people were kneeling down to check the locks and cuffs. Of course from there it wasn't long before the hands wandered further... In the end Jordana was amazed no one had pulled the tapes off.

"OK so if everyone has a beer ? great, then lets see how this is going to go down. These are the keys for the locks.  "  The volunteers nodded in confirmation "OK they are going in this box, which I am sealing with a combination lock. Four numbers. OK now on table in front of the box are four envelopes with four clues. The answer to each clue is one of the numbers for the combination."

Matt walked over to the back of the roller coaster car behind which Jordana was secured. 

"When I press this button the car will set off round the ride." On cue the car started to hum and lit up " It will take just under four minutes to do a lap of the ride. So our helpers have just under four minutes to solve the clues and undo the locks. Or the car will return right past here ..... for a very different train sawing.  So with no more ado....three ...two... one.....GO!"

Matt pressed the button and the car slowly pulled away. At first the four volunteers were frozen, still processing what Matt had said, watching the car pull away and start to climb the first ascent of the ride with a loud clacking. They only jumped out of their stupor several seconds later when Jordana's loud moaning and struggling against her bonds caused a few audience members to start shouting.

Jarred into action all four envelopes were open and the clues compared. Calmer now they each grabbed a clue they felt they could do. Two were maths and equation based and Dan and Taylor had pens out working on them. The others were a series of general knowledge questions whose answers were numbers which had to be fed into a sum to get a single result. Jordana couldn't move her head far enough to easily see what was going on so she was helpless to do much over than moan and pull on her cuffs. Part of this was here desire to put on a good show, but the cold metal, being exposed, the bondage, the salacious looks from the crowd and the vibrations down the rail under her meant that the moans were becoming increasingly heart felt. 

As the coaster started its descent of the first big drop Dan and Taylor already had the first answer. The seconds ticked by and Jordana's struggles became more intense as she caught sight of the car at the far side of the track. It must be nearly half way round, It sounded like her rescuers had the second clue. Much of the audience were cramed to the front of the area, the tension palpable. Others were close to the rails drinking in the site of the struggling beauty.

"These guys are too good " Matt laughed as the thrid clue was solved. The tension in the crowd was palpable still.

"Done!" Jack yelled in triumph with the fourth answer. "Shit fuck fuck.." 

"Problem?"

"We shuffled the envelopes, I don't remember the order of the answers .."

"Fuck"

"What do you mean?" 

"Stay calm, think" 

"Mmphhhfk mpphhh MMMMMMMMFK  FKK"

Cindy wiggled the lock and started putting in numbers at random trying to get lucky while Jack and Dan tried to retrace their steps with the envelopes. Taylor, like much of the crowd, was frozen, aside from glances from the car to the spreadeagled girl on the track and back again.

Jordana looked forward as best she could, over her throbbing taped nipples and at the car rapidly approaching out of the gloom its lights getting bigger and bigger at theend of the straight to which she was bound. She writhed and tugged and screamed into the gag. The car looked big and heavy and it was getting closer by the second. 

"No no no no" Taylor sobbed. Cindy dragged her a few steps back, the car was barely fifty yards out now. The audience were silent now, bar a few screams. Jordana could feel the pressure wave wash over the hot zone between her legs. She thought she heard Matt yell something. Was it "hit the emergency stop". She couldn't be sure. The vibrations in the rail were becoming full on tremors. Then the wheel was between her ankles. For a fraction of a second she could see the half inch wide disc of iron that would be acting as a cutting instrument this time. She wondered what difference that would make compared to a sharp blade. Then there was a savage crunch and crushing feeling between her legs and everything went black.

The car slowed to a halt with the front wheel about six feet further down the track than Jordana's head. There was total silence, then a few sobs. The wheels had clearly run straight through the helpless girl. The second  smaller wheel was through her head, the next her chest and another through her hips. She had clearly been ripped in two. Of Matt there was no sign. 




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Jordana was beside herself. Literally. 

After an interminable delay in front of a shell shocked audience Matt had reappeared and knelt by his ruined assistant, gently rubbing her hand. To the amazement of all the hand had begun to move . After a weak wave and a thumbs up matt had directed the audience to proceed to the main hall for the party having reassured them Jordana was fine and would put in an appearance.

He had been true to his word, but of course perhaps not straightforwardly. She was still in two and still tied down. Now on a counter will a raised back board to hid her cut insides. Arranged head end to head end she formed the counter for a free bar constantly being refilled with beers and cocktails for the partying students. She was quite naked now, the tape had long since been pulled from her nipples by inquisitive fingers. In point of fact she wasn't all there. A strip down her middle was missing, meaning there was no halved pussy, her perky tits pressed against the back of the counter and her nose was missing too. The parts of her cut and crushed by the wheels still gone.

She was loving every minute.