Natasha's friends continue to find ways to have fun at her expense .





Natasha froze, not that she could move much anyway. She had no idea how long she had been on the shelf in the odd shop. Although it seemed like a lifetime it was probably more like an hour at most. Given the shopkeeper seemed to have vanished it was lucky that no one had come in. Now however there was a cluster of high school boys outside the window gawping in, pointing and laughing. Natasha was, thankfully, one row back from the window but she was sure she was clearly visible to anyone who looked closely. Being reduced to little more than a head and a pair of tits, she wasn’t relishing the idea of them coming into the shop.

At that moment she spied Leslie and Marlee walking across the street. The boys scampered away as her friends entered the shop. Natasha let out a big sigh of relief through her ring gag. The return of her friends meant she would be getting out of this damnable box and finally losing the clamps that were still making her poor nipples burn. She could kill Leslie and Marlee, and then kill a cocktail or two.

“Oh she’s back too”



Leslie sounded slightly tipsy. Marlee walked over to where Natasha sat helplessly on the shelf display and pulled gently on the chain between her nipple clamps.

“Did you have a hot date?”

Natasha flushed at the thought of her afternoon. The objectification, the humiliation her friends had put her through. The worry that part of her had kind of enjoyed it. She attempted a pissed off growl but the ring gag rendered it little more than a desperate moan.

Any attempt at further communication was cut short by Leslie arriving. She had found then shopkeeper.

“Come on Marlee, grab her and come through here there is loads more we can try!”

Natasha moaned and groaned to no avail as she was carried through to the back room and set into the machine which had crushed her. As the shopkeeper turned the wheel she had the bizarre sensation of her body being pulled back into shape, parts of her sliding past others and the constant  sensation of being squeezed from all directions diminished. Finally the magical trick was opened and she staggered free, if still cuffed, gagged and clamped and dressed only in her thong.

“So, what can we try next  ? “



“MMpphh!! mmmMMMmmm Ffckkkkk”



Natasha moaned again in frustration and shook her tits, the only thing she could think of to do to try and get the hateful clamps removed. Leslie however clearly had other ideas.

“Oh this looks fun”

“It can be very intense for the victim”

The shopkeeper walked towards the trick that had caught Leslie’s eye. At first glance it looked simple enough, a sheet of wood mounted a few degrees back from vertical. It had a woman's outline on it and semi circular metal shackles at the ankles, wrists and neck. Natasha didn’t recognise it, surely they weren’t going to throw knives at her like one of those sideshow acts. Not after they had been drinking.

Leslie dragged Natasha towards the strange prop by the chain between her nipples. Natasha gasped, stumbling a little as her legs still didn’t quite feel as if they belonged to her. The shopkeeper unlocked the handcuffs and Natasha felt herself pushed back towards the board, stepping up onto its small platform. She thought to try and push herself free but a yank on the hated chain put paid to that and she spread her legs passively as her ankles were locked in place. Her wrists were soon secured too, a foot or so out from her hips. When the final padlock clicked shut on the metal closed tightly around her neck Natasha was resigned to her fate, whatever it might be.

Natahsa  watched the enigmatic shopkeeper hand Leslie a small box. Even when Leslie held it out for her to see she had no more clue. The box just had two buttons, one with an up arrow, one with a down arrow. She whimpered again, feeling a few drops of drool trickle down her chin and drip onto her breasts. Would this ever end ?

Leslie was conferring with the shopkeeper and moments later wearing a grin that sent shiver through Natasha she pushed the up button. At first nothing much seemed to happen. Then Natasha was aware of a humming noise from somewhere behind her, which was getting louder until it sent a gentle buzzing through the rough timber she was locked against.

All of a sudden the whir became a scream and her wooden prison shook. She looked down and around for some clue as to what was going to happen, and looking down she saw the grey flash of a spinning blade burst through the board, mid way between her ankles. It took her a second or two to make sense of what her eyes were telling her but once it sunk in she tried to scream and beg through the gag, pulling helplessly on the tight metal bonds holding her in place. Her mind was racing. She tried to tell herself that it was a magic trick, that she would be fine. She had survived being crushed down to not much bigger than a house brick afterall. But she could not tear her eyes away from the circular saw that was now an angry disc of spinning metal easily two feet across that was ripping up the thick timber between her calves.

Natasha looked at Leslie and Marlee who were both watching intently, leaning forward on their chairs and shook her head no frantically. She felt a tear on her cheek. Surely they weren’t going to really let anything happen. The blade was munching through the wood effortlessly. She could feel the dust and chips of wood hitting her knees and thighs. As it climbed up towards her it was also emerging further through the board. Finally it dawned on Natasha that not only was she facing being ripped in two, but that the blade would make first contact with her between her spread thighs. She screamed and sobbed into the gag, shaking her her head and waving her hands furiously, trying to catch the eye of either of her friends. To beg.

Marlee and Leslie looked on with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. The blade was inching ever higher. Natasha was pulling ever more frantically on the metal shackles. She looked genuinely horror struck. Leslie looked over to the shopkeeper who nodded then got up and approached Natasha. The blade was now just a few inches from Natasha’s helpless pussy. Leslie grabbed the chain between Natasha’s nipples and tugged hard. Natasha screamed into the gag and Leslie squeezed each clamp in turn to release them, which merely caused Natasha to scream again as the blood rushed back into her sorely abused buds. Natasha whimpered as Leslie played with her nipples, rolling them in her fingers and squeezing and tugging..

“Bet you never imagined the next strong hard thing to be inside you would be a saw blade !“ Leslie laughed and stepped back.

Natasha was suddenly aware that the blade was about to make contact. Her thighs were trembling and she could feel the breeze being spun off of it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wondered if it might be her last. Then the ragged teeth reached their target. She could feel them tear into her defenceless flesh. She screamed again, the pain was indescribable. She was wanted to puke, pass out. Then the pain passed and in its place something just as indescribable. She screamed again, this time as the most intense orgasm she could remember took her over.

“I think the dirty little slut is cumming!” Marlee gasped as she watched Natasha writhe and thrash in her bonds, the saw chewing it’s way up her body.

“I think you are right! “ Leslie’s voice betrayed a hint of jealousy perhaps.

By the time the blade was passing between her soft pillowy breasts Natasha felt as if she was close to passing out. After initially feeling like she was going to die the passage of the saw now felt beyond amazing. So good it almost hurt in fact. She lifted her chin a little as the edge of the blade approached the metal band securing her neck then moaned this time in relief as it stopped and started to reverse its journey. It turned out the reverse journey for the blade was a gentler affair. Natasha could feel a wave of calm and contentment spreading over her as the blade slowly descended, her body healing itself in its wake. As the last of the jagged teeth edged out of her soaking wet pussy Natassha gave a contented shudder.

“Oh wow she looks almost as good not in a box! “

Natasha was awake in an instant, feeling herself flush with embarrassment. It was her handsome stranger, Rob. Of course it was. She moaned and wriggled uselessly, but after a long lingering look he just turned to the girls. Natasha was sure she should be outraged, naked in front of a stranger who was talking about her like she wasn’t there. But he did look good, that suit must be made to measure! She tried to compose herself, not helped by a drop of drool escaping the gag and landing on her tits.

“Well this looks fun, may I ?”

“MWWOO”

And with that the control to the saw was in the hands of her perfect stranger. For a moment it crossed Natasha’s mind that Rob hadn’t asked if the saw was safe or if Natasha was OK. Once again she was relegated to a mere plaything. But then he pressed the button and all Natasha could think about was the spinning metal between her legs. It was already just an inch or two away. She wasn’t sure if it was worse knowing what would happen or not. And somehow her stranger being in control just added to the …

“NNGGHHHSSSAAAA!”

The blade sliced through her clit and pussy effortlessly once more The pain was no less intense but this time Natasha knew what came next. Her, in point of fact. Seconds later she was she moaning and shaking shamelessly.

“Well I think she likes that.”

Rob was clearly a fast learner. He only let the blade travel a few inches into Natasha’s hips before he stopped it. Natasha slumped for a second before the blade was reversed and she purred at the gentler feeling of being restored. No sooner had the blade cleared her glistening pussy lips however and Rob had turned it on again and Natasha felt its shattering impact once again.

“NNNNNnnnnnnnflpf”

Natasha lost all track of time. Rob was literally fucking her with the saw. Sometimes it would much it’s way up to her navel, other times it barely touched her and never got past the pain zone. Sometimes the gaps between movements were long enough for him to chat to her friends while the blade spun away in her belly, other times he had the saw move up and down constantly. The pain was overwhelming but mostly fleeting. The pay off was orgasm after orgasm, a tidal wave of pleasures on a different level to anything Natasha had even dreamed of. Finally after what seemed like hours Rob left the blade a few inches into Natasha’s hips still spinning noisily and turned to discuss something with her friends. Natasha couldn’t hear the hushed conversation over the motor somewhere behind her and didn’t think she would have been able to focus on it even if she had.

Finally the blade was withdrawn and shut off. Natasha was slumped in her bonds, still naked, glistening with perspiration and dappled with saw dust,, breasts heaving as she struggled to regain some composure. She felt utterly spent.

“Good news! “

Marlee’s smile set an alarm bell off in the back of Natasha’s mind. When she saw Leslie’s grin she felt the haze of excessive bliss drain away completely.

“Rob wants to buy you!”

“Mppfh?”

“It’s a shop after all”

“NEH?”

“To be fair he doesn’t need all of you …”