Steve kissed her back, pressing her against him. He slid one hand up her back to her ragged top. Tara pushed him away, giggling.
"You wanted me to try some of these - why don't you pick one now?"
Steve smiled nastily. "OK, if you insist."
He disappeared off amongst the boxes, returning with a 7'-long table with leather straps and bands on it.
"Lie on here." Steve gestured to the table. "Feet at that end, head up there."
Tara climbed onto the table and lay down as indicated. Steve looked at her briefly.
"I've already wrecked your top; this will wreck your pants - do you mind?"
Tara jumped back off the table. "I didn't bring enough bikinis to wreck any!" she said. She faced Steve and grinned, before reaching down and lifting her top over her head and then slid her bikini bottom off, revealing her firm D-cup breasts and neatly shaven pussy.
Steve swept her off her feet and carried her, giggling, to the table. He lay her down, then placed her ankles into leather straps. Heart pounding, he put the straps through the matching buckles and pulled them tight. He moved to a second pair of straps at her thighs and repeated the procedure.
"What exactly are you going to do to me?" asked Tara, slightly apprehensive about the number of restraints.
Steve moved to her right arm and bound it, first at the wrist, then at the shoulder then moved to her left. As he tightened the wrist strap, it he said "I'm going to saw you in half.". His excitement was obvious in his tone.
"Lots of restraints for a simple sawing in half, aren't there?" Tara asked, as Steve tightened the strap around her right shoulder.
Steve meanwhile was buckling the final leather collar around her neck. "Yes, except," he said, moving over to another piece of equipment, this one a 4' cube on a stand, open at two ends, "I'm going to saw you in half length-wise.".
Tara stared uncomprehending, until Steve moved the box to the base of her table. Inside it, she saw, was a 4' diameter circular saw, its cruel 1" teeth gleaming.
"I've changed my mind!" Tara screamed, struggling against her bonds. Steve admired her lovely naked body, writhing, bound around her wrists, ankles thighs, shoulders and neck.
"Too late." he said, and started the saw's electric motor.
Tara watched in horror, breathing rapidly as the huge blade spun up to speed with a whine. "Steve, please don't, please!" she begged, imagining the huge saw tearing through her unprotected body.
Steve reconsidered, looking at his helpless girlfriend and hearing her cries for mercy. Then he noticed that her nipples were standing out as hard as he'd ever seen them, and there was a gleam of moisture on her pussy lips.
"I'm afraid it's too late for that." he said, and he pressed a second button. The saw began to move up the table toward Tara's unprotected body.
Steve moved back to Tara's head, and watched as the saw chewed through the wooden table-top toward his girlfriend. Tara continued to beg him to stop the saw, but he ignored her.
Tara could feel the wind from the blade on her legs, now between her knees, and a rain of sawdust and timber fragments convinced her that the saw was very real. She felt a mixture of terror and arousal she'd never felt before as she saw the blade crawl closer and closer to her pussy.
Steve felt he would burst as the saw moved toward Tara's body. A black cloth behind the saw box already covered her feet, and the blade was now only a few inches from her slit, spraying sawdust over it.
Tara screamed, as she felt the wind from the saw on her naked pussy, fragments of timber bouncing off her upper thighs. She made one last desperate attempt to free herself, knowing she couldn't (and knowing she wouldn't have tried if she could) before the huge blade bit into her vagina.
Tara screamed, a scream of agony, as the blade continued unslowed, chewing through her vagina and then her clitoris. She screamed again as the most sensitive part of her body was shredded, this time in a terrible mixture of pleasure and pain.
The saw continued, uncaringly through her flat belly toward her navel. She shuddered and bucked wildly as Steve watched her sobbing and screaming.
The saw passed through her navel, and continued through her lovely body. Tara continued to scream as she felt herself being torn apart. Her breasts were vibrating as the saw made her entire body shake.
As Steve watched, Tara's body bucked as though in orgasm, as the edge of the saw passed between her vibrating breasts and toward her neck.
Finally, the saw stopped. In the sudden silence, the only sound was Tara's sobs and whimpers.
The saw had stopped at her neck, leaving her head unscathed. Tara felt almost disappointed.
Steve was shaking as he moved back down the table, which was now largely covered by the black cloth. He moved the cloth to uncover her legs below the knees, which we unharmed apart from a light sprinkling of sawdust.
He moved to the saw box, and removed the top, then lifted the dreadful saw blade from it, out of his still-sobbing girlfriend's naked body. He moved the cloth, so it now covered Tara from her neck to her knees. He then pushed the saw box over her head and away, leaving her just covered by the cloth.
"Now, I guess you're wondering what I've done?" Steve asked.
Tara stared at him. "You've fucking sawn me down the middle!" she sobbed.
Steve grinned. He said "Ready?", and then whipped the cloth off, revealing Tara's unharmed body. He quickly undid the leather straps, and helped the shivering girl into a sitting position.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but you did ask me to try something, and I've only seen that one done a few times.".
Tara kissed him hard. "I've never cum so hard in my life. That hurt like hell, but it hurt in such a good way!". She kissed him again. "Thank you."
Steve's mind was whirling. He couldn't believe this - his girlfriend was thanking him for hurting her appallingly, just for his kicks. He hugged her, and helped her to her feet. He needed time to plan what to do next.
"Well," he said, "I guess you'll need a break now?". Tara nodded. "Put on your swimsuit, and let's go to the beach, then."
End of Part 3