Damsel in Distress II: The Unkindest Cut! (Part 1)
"So, you're finally awake!"
Kelly Ann groggily opened her vivid blue eyes to see a pair of green eyes, wearing a bit too much make up, staring down at her.
"Aunt Suzanne!" she said, "you are alive!"
The woman offered Kelly Ann a wicked smile, "Yes, I am." The tall,28 year-old, brunette with long, straight hair, stood over Kelly Ann wearing a tight, black leather jacket and black riding pants tucked into high heel boots. In her hand she carried a riding crop, which she had the habit of smacking into her opposite palm. "After my last attempt on your life failed I decided I needed to lay low for a while and come up with a new plan. And now here we are!"
Kelly Ann realized that she was no longer in her bed, but laying on what felt like a wooden table. She tried to move her hands, but couldn't. They were tied to the table leaving her in a spread-eagle configuration. The petite blonde also realized she was stark naked.
"Where is David?" she asked in panic, wondering about her bodyguard. She had taken to sleeping with him as she found his presence in her bed, very comforting and enjoyable.
"Oh, he's fine. Tied up in the basement awaiting his part in this," Suzanne replied. "Not much of a body guard, was he? Well, it's hard to stay awake when the chef has been bribed to drug your dinner."
"I must say," Suzanne continued, "I never expect you to seduce my paid assassin on those railroad tracks and not only convince him to let you go, but make him you guardian and lover. I didn't think you had it in you. Bravo, my dear!"
"Where am I?" Kelly Ann demanded.
Suzanne gave her another wicked smile. "Kurt, the lights!"
Suddenly the room was illuminated. Kelly Ann realized that she was in a large factory-like space. She wasn't lying on a table, but a 2-inch thick board that was about 9 feet long and 3 feet wide. In front of her was a huge metal disc, five feet in diameter, with sharp teeth...
Suddenly she realized this was a sawmill and she was strapped to a board, attached to a trolley that was designed to carry the board into the blade of the saw. Looking between her feet she saw that a dotted line had been painted on the board that ran between her legs and disappeared under her naked pussy. She had no doubt it ran under her body to the other end of the board.
"Suzanne, what an evil, sick plot!" cried Kelly Ann as she realized what was planned for her.
"Oh, it's not my plot," Suzanne said. "I have to credit an old friend of yours for this idea. Kurt, say hello to your old girlfriend!"
A figure in rumbled clothing shambled out of the shadows. Kelly Ann was horrified at what she saw. The man had a ruined, scarred face, that looked like it had been melted.
"Remember him?" Suzanne said.
"I've never seen him before in my life!" replied Kelly Ann.
"Think carefully. Recall that music teacher from your summer classes your father let you attend when you were sixteen? The one you fell in desperately in love with, then heartlessly spurned?"
Kelly Ann eyes opened wide. Now she remembered, but that Kurt hand been a young, handsome, musical genius, not this ruined figure in front of her. "I didn't spurn him! I broke up with him after I went to his room and him in bed with another one of his female students just because she had bigger tits than me!" Kelly Ann declared.
"True, but he would have never left you for her, he really loved you, or at least your inheritance," said Suzanne. "Unfortunately for him when you dumped him he did take up with that girl. And when that girl found him in bed with yet, another woman, with even bigger tits, she just didn't just drop him. She confronted him in his workshop and threw a vat of acid in his face. Ruined his career and his life. Since all this would never had happened if you hadn't spurned him, he blames you for his misfortune and has been planning his revenge on you for quite some time."
Suzanne picked up a can of paint, undoubtedly the one used to paint the dotted line on the board, and dipped a brush in it. "Kurt has carefully measured the distance between the edge of the board and your pussy. It's 30 inches. He then adjusted the trolley so it will move forward toward the blade at one inch per minute. So, you will have the pleasure of watching the blade work its way in between your legs toward your cunt for a half hour before it actually makes contact. But that's where the fun really starts." She took the wet paint brush and touched it to Kelly's pussy, painting a dotted line up her body toward her belly button. "The real question is how long will be conscious while it cuts you in two..." Suzanne continued painting the line up Kelly's body, between her breasts, and up to her chin. "I have a wager that you will faint when it reaches your belly button, but Kurt's betting you won't lose consciousness until a spot between your nipples."
"You two are sick!" Kelly Ann, in terror. "You will never get away with this!"
"Oh, I have this well planned," Suzanne replied. "Remember I have evidence your 'body guard' already tried to kill you on the train tracks. I will tell the authorities that he threatened me also and I went into hiding. Of course, when I heard that he was going to try to do you in again, here at the saw mill, I tried to come to your rescue, but sadly, too late. Kurt was able to bring you posthumous justice, however, by killing him! In the end Kurt will have his vengeance, and I will have your millions!"
"I made a new will after I inherited, and believe me, you're not in it!", Kelly Ann said.
"Oh, you mean this will?" said Suzanne, holding up an official looking document. "Kurt, among his many new skills is a safecracker." She then lit a match and set the paper on fire. "Without a will, your money goes to your next closest, living relative, which is me."
She flashed another wicked smile at Kelly Ann's shocked face. "Kurt, let's get this show on the road!" The figure shambled over toward a wheel and started turning it. From a pit in the floor, surrounded by a rickety railing, the sound of rushing water could be heard. Kelly realized that the sawmill must be powered by a nearby stream and the flow was turning a waterwheel under the floor. Soon belts and wheels all over the building were moving. Kurt then shuffled to a lever and pulled it. The saw started spinning, slowly a first, and then picked up speed until the teeth were a blur.
