****** The Table Saw ******
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The Table Saw


It was another fantastic night at Club X. As always, the world changed the
moment we walked through that door. We were suddenly in a place where
everything was permitted. All around us, gorgeous young women were being
brutally tortured. Many would not survive this night. Indeed, I might not
survive this night. My nipples tightened slightly at that thought.

"Hey, Tom!" someone called out. "Check it out! We finally got that table saw
set up."

Tom led me over to the new saw. It was really nice, a top of the line Black and
Decker model. Tom had told me all about it. Now he whistled. "Boy, that's a
beaut. So, are we gonna try it out tonight?"

"You bet!" his friend replied. "There's a drawing in half an hour, to see which
lucky girl gets to break it in."

"That's great! Come on, Cathy."

I swallowed nervously. My throat was dry; my heart was pounding beneath my
naked breasts. "Um, where are we going, Tom?"

"To enter you in the drawing," he answered calmly.

"Oh! Um, OK..." There was a sudden wetness between my thighs; my legs felt
weak. Tonight could really be my last night on earth!

Tom handed my chit to the club secretary. She smiled at me. "So, you're in the
drawing to break in the table saw, Cathy?"

"Ulp! It looks that way," I replied nervously. "Um, how many other girls have
been entered so far?"

"Just two, I'm afraid. But there's still half an hour left to go. Are you sure
you want her in, Tom? If I don't get a few more chits, it's likely to be her."

"Leave her in," Tom said, sealing my fate. There was nothing I could do. I had
joined the club willingly, and those were the rules: if my number came up, I
would die on that table. I had no right to complain. Tom had been a wonderful
master to me. He had brought me into the club six months ago, and he rarely
entered me in drawings. I had managed to stay alive longer than most women do
at Club X, and those six months had been the most wonderful of my life. Time
and time again I had feasted on the succulent roasted flesh of other club
girls. If it was finally my turn, I promised myself that I would die with
courage and dignity.

"If they don't draw your number tonight, we'll just watch, Cathy," Tom
promised. "you can suck my dick while the girl gets sawed. Then we'll go home.
I'm sure taking part in a three-girl drawing will give you enough excitement
for one night!"

"Um, yeah...listen, Tom, what if they do draw my number?" I said. I was
beginning to panic.

"God, I hope they do!" Tom enthused. "I'm sure they'll let me do the cutting,
Cathy. Just think of it. What an incredible fuck! A hundred razor sharp steel
cocks thrusting in and out of you each second! Doesn't that sound great?"

As scared as I was, I had to admit that it DID sound great. My naked, hairless
pussy was glistening with arousal. Some of the other girls glanced at me with
knowing smiles. Women here were forbidden clothing; when we were in heat,
everybody knew about it.

"Um, Tom?" I whispered.

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm really glad you put my number in for the drawing. The thought of being
sawn in half is really turning me on. Um, would you mind fucking me? If they
draw my number, this could be our last chance."

"That's a good point. OK, bend over the table saw," he commanded.

"With my face right up against the blade?" I protested.

"Yeah. I want you to think about it while I'm fucking you. Imagine it entering
you. Imagine that it's the saw blade, not my cock, that's fucking you."

"Oh, yeah..." I spread my legs wide, planted my heels and bent down low,
offering my tight ass and cunt to my master. He chose the latter, which was
nice, because it's easier for me to come when he fucks my pussy, although I do
like the pain which ass fucking brings.

He pushed me down onto the table, mashing my breasts against the cold, hard
steel. My face was right up against the blade; I could see how sharp the teeth
were. I thought about how easily it would slice through my tender young cunt,
how it would go up into my abdomen, how it would churn up my intestines. It
wouldn't get to any vital organs right away; if Tom went really slowly, I might
last a while. With that realization, I came powerfully. When I looked up,
flushed and excited, everyone was clapping. I turned bright red. I must have
screamed as I came!

Tom grunted and pumped a load of semen into me. "God! I'll miss that cunt of
yours, Cathy."

"If I get picked, you mean," I whispered.

"I have a funny feeling that you will," he told me.

A sudden fear washed over me. "Oh, God, Tom! What if it IS me? You won't have
anyone to fuck!"

"I'll fuck you, Tom!" offered a nearby blonde.

"Me, too!" chimed in a cute little redhead. They were really young, but they
had nice bodies: firm and lean, with small, hard tits. They looked like
cheerleaders from the local high school. Their tags said that they were
visitors, not Club X members. That meant that they wanted to join; they were
just waiting for a man to sponsor them.

"Both of you girls want to be my slaves?" Tom marveled.

"Oh, yeah!" chirped the blonde. "you're the best, Tom! We know you keep your
girls alive longer than anyone else here!"

"I'll do anything to be your slave, Tom!" the redhead purred. "I'm really good
at fucking. Oral, anal, and um, regular. I'm nice and tight, too. I've been
doing special exercises."

"Looks like I won't have to worry about finding a new slave, Cathy," Tom mused.

"Yeah, well, I'm not dead yet, Tom," I reminded him dryly.

"True enough. See you later, girls! Come on, Cathy, it's almost time for the
drawing."

"Hey," the blonde whispered to the redhead as we walked by, "I heard that after
they slice the winner in half, they're gonna cook her!"

"If one of us gets enslaved to replace the victim, we'll get to join the
feast!" the redhead realized.

"Our first taste of girl meat!" the blonde cried out. "Oh, I hope we do get
enslaved tonight!"

"How old would you say those girls are, Tom?" I asked him.

"Sixteen. Fifteen, maybe. Definitely nice, fresh meat. We've been getting a lot
of high school freshmen and sophomores in here lately. Of course, we've already
eaten most of the senior class, so I guess it makes sense that we're starting
to get younger meat now."

Tom took his seat for the drawing, and I climbed nervously onto the stage. The
other two entrants were already there. They looked really scared. "Is it just
the three of us?" I whispered.

"Yeah." One of the participants in the drawing was a voluptuous Latin woman
with black hair which fell straight down to her ass. The other was a thin, big-
busted blonde with a good tan.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the secretary announced. "We're now ready for the table
saw drawing! There are only three girls entered, so each of these lovely young
things stands a very real chance of getting sawed in half tonight! And the
winner is..." I held my breath as she reached into the box. I ached to have Tom
inside me again; the tension and excitement was driving me crazy! I'd never
been in a drawing this small before...only three girls, and one of us was going
to die! I realized suddenly that I was very scared. I didn't want to die! Oh,
God, Tom...!

I never even heard them call my number. I just knew, somehow, that it was me.
And then Tom was on the stage, leading me to the table as everyone cheered. I
was shivering. He kissed me deeply, a goodbye kiss, and helped me onto the
table. I wanted to beg for my life, but I forced myself to be silent. I
couldn't dishonor Tom like that. Besides, many young women had died for my
entertainment in the past few months. Now that it was finally my turn, it
simply wouldn't be ethical for me to refuse. And although I was terrified, I
was also excited. Tom was right; it was a tremendously sexy death.

"Are you ready, Cathy?" he asked softly.

I swallowed hard. "Ulp! Yeah..."

"Then here goes." He flipped a switch and the blade began to spin. I felt my
legs tense up. I could feel the table vibrating. Oh, God, it was really
happening!

"I'll go slow, Cathy," Tom promised. "Relax and enjoy it."

"I'll try. I love you, Tom."

"I love you too. So long, Cathy." He began to push me slowly but firmly towards
the spinning sawblade. I felt a slight breeze come off of it, and my naked cunt
tingled. It was so close to me now, and I was ready for it...

"Blonde or redhead?" Tom asked suddenly.

"Take the redhead. She does the special exercises," I advised.

"Good call. I'm gonna miss you, Cathy."

My whole body was now taut with anticipation. My nipples were turgid with
arousal. I had never been so excited in my life. And then he gave me the final
push, and I went blind with beautiful pain. A cheer went up from the crowd as
the blade tore into my cunt. I saw a great fountain of red go up as my pussy
was reduced to carnage. I came then, my last climax, a perfect climax, even as
the blade eradicated my clit. That was fine. I no longer needed a clit. I was
coming constantly, and it was the best orgasm of my life, because it was the
real thing. It was not the little death but the big one, the one that counts.
And Tom was still pushing me, pushing me, pushing me relentlessly down onto the
blade.

I felt the saw violate my cervix wall, felt it tear into my guts. Oh, shit! The
pain was staggering; I had never felt anything like it, although Tom had
tortured me extensively in my months at the club. I felt totally ravaged,
utterly violated, but it was a good feeling. I was doing my duty as a loyal
Club X woman, and that felt wonderful. It also felt pretty fantastic to have
the blade inside me. Tom was right; this was the way to go, with a final,
spectacular fuck, the fuck of a lifetime.

Slowly the blade worked its way up through my torso. I was losing huge amounts
of blood; I had to fight to hold onto consciousness. Looking down, I could see
myself, perfectly bisected, sliced in two by Tom's loving hand. It was a deeply
satisfying feeling. The bloodstains on this table saw, the first bloodstains,
were mine.

The saw was almost up to my sternum now. I felt blackness closing in around me.

"Let's hear it for Cathy Seven!" shouted the secretary. "And the Cathy Seven
memorial Table Saw!"

Oh, how sweet! Everybody cheered. "Remember, we'll be cooking up a whole side
of Cathy tonight! And the rest of her will be served at our guillotine party
next Saturday, so don't miss that!"

I felt warm all over as the blade sliced into my rib cage. I was surrounded by
my loving friends, who would feast on my meat. Tom's new redheaded, fifteen
year old slave was giving him enthusiastic head as he finished me off. As I
looked into his eyes I could tell that he was about to come, and I struggled to
hang on until his orgasm. But the blade was so near my heart now...

Suddenly Tom closed his eyes and moaned. He was coming! I relaxed and closed my
eyes as the blade sliced through my heart. I had been beautifully butchered,
and I was glad.

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