"Tablesaw ride! Tablesaw ride!" a casually and somewhat slobbily dressed young woman was calling out next to - what do you think - a tablesaw, at the fair.

"Tablesaw ride?" a young woman dressed for the fair came up to the table.

"Tablesaw ride!" the proprietor agreed, fixing a lock of hair. It didn't stay behind her ear - she looked like she just rolled out of bed without bothering to fix the hairstyle she'd made several days ago. "Would you like to try it? Just $20 a ride!"

"$20..." the customer frowned thoughtfully. She was blonde, fairly short and slim, with only the flowers on her blouse and earrings indicating her gender. She twirled her tote bag around her hand.

"...Nah," she decided. "I'll spend the rest of my money first, I think."

"A wise choice!" the proprietor called out after her as she sashayed away, her eyes already on the carousel. "Do come back!"

"I'd like a ride, please," a shy middle school looking girl was stretching her hand with a rumpled twenty towards the woman.

"Ah, there we go!" she bloomed, turning towards the young customer. "No age discrimination here! Do you want to go nude or clothed, sweetie?"

"Um..." the dark braided girl in a sweater and jeans blushed. "I-I... naked, please."

"Oh then come here, come here!" the proprietor hastily pulled up several poles with some fabric between them. "Undress here, just leave your bag wherever..."

The girl came out of the booth a minute later, her face and ears red as a lobster. She was naked as the day she was born, with one arm desperately covering her barely budding breasts and the other in front of her pelvis. She couldn't climb on the table like this, of course, so she somehow blushed even more as she exposed herself to climb on top.

She stretched her arms and legs obediently, allowing the proprietor to shackle them down. For all her visible embarrasment, she clearly enjoyed the looks passerby were giving her, a small smile on her lips as she looked up into the sky for the last time.

"Now command me when to throw the lever, sweetie," the unkempt woman smiled as she came to the lever at the end of the table. "Three...." she paused.

It took the girl several seconds to realize what was being asked of her.

"...Two..." she continued in a trembling voice. It wasn't clear if fear or excitement dominated in her tone.

"...One..."

The pause was longer after this one.

"...Go!"

The woman threw the lever, and a mechanism whirred to life. The shackled girl strained to lift her head and look down her body, and was rewarded with the view of the saw moving slowly, slowly towards her private organs. She tried moving her legs experimentally, but she was stretched out too far - all she achieved was some contortion that would have the saw hit her hips instead. She went back to the central position, and waited, breath bated.

The saw seemed to slow down as it approached, but really it was just her perception. Adrenaline hit, and she didn't even immediately register the pain as the teeth bit into her flesh. She felt her private parts move apart, and she wriggled a little to gain more perceived control over the process... and that was when the pain hit.

She tried not to scream, but she wasn't sure how well she succeeded. Not well enough, probably, but she could no longer tell. Her vision was black, her ears full of static; pain was the only thing that existed.

Her life ended at some point; she could no longer even tell where the saw was in her body. Everything seemed to be pain and nothing else.

The proprietor smiled as the saw finished its journey through the girl's skull, then quickly reset the mechanism, pulled off the body on the disposable sheet into a deceptively small opening in the ground next to the table, put on a new one and turned to the forming line in front of the ride.

"Here you go sweeties!" she declared, pulling her hair out of her eyes again. "That's what my ride does! Oh here you are sweetie," she addressed the blonde from earlier, who was now first in the line. "Clothed or naked?"