"Counting Pieces"

The Magician walked to center stage as a large wooden wheel, mounted on a platform with rollers, was rolled out by Robyn and another assistant- Laurel, with short blonde hair, dressed to match Robyn in a silver sequined skirt and matching sleeveless top. Laurel stopped and turned to the audience, smiling, as Robyn continued off the stage. She swept her hand up and down the wheel, to show off the myriad of steel shackles mounted to the front. Each was double- two rings, parallel and side by side, each a half inch wide. Laurel stepped up on a block, and leaned back, spread eagled, against the wheel. The Magician began to secure her to the wood with the shackles as he started to speak:

“You’ve seen a lady sawn in half before, ladies and gentlemen. And cut in three.” He finished securing her wrists and ankles, and started fastening the shackles across her legs and arms.

“Some of you may have seen my esteemed college, David Copperfield, cut a girl into nine pieces- that’s a lot, though she was inside a cabinet.” The Magician secured a band across Laurel’s waist. “Tonight, I will attempt to break the record- quickly, without any cover...” He secured the last restraints around Laurel’s chest and neck, as his dark haired assistant, Marisol, wheeled a cart onto the stage. He stepped over to it, and picked up a katana from its top. “And with the help of a very sharp blade.”

He returned to the wheel where Laurel was secured, immobile, and turned it to bring her left foot closer to him. “Right now, she’s in one piece. Let’s count together, shall we?” He slid the sword across the thin gap between the shackles at her ankle. The blade sliced completely through to the wood below. Marisol handed him two thin metal disks, which he slid into the cut, separating her ankle from her shin. “I love magnets,” he said as he pulled her left foot, shackle and all, off of the wheel and handed it to Marisol, who held it up high, then placed it on the cart. “Two pieces.”

Robyn came out to assist, and she and Marisol worked together as the Magician repeated the process on Laurel’s right foot. “Three.” Laurel’s foot wriggled, and she laughed, as Robyn ran her fingers across the sole. “Stop that,” she snapped. Robyn smiled and put the foot on the cart. The Magician turned the wheel, and slid the blade through the gap at Laurel’s right wrist, severing her right hand. “Four,”… and her left- “Five.”

Robyn and Marisol traded off with discs and body parts as the Magician spun Laurel upside down, her skirt falling to reveal her white panties. He moved his sword to just below her knee. The audience started counting as each cut was made. “Six! Seven!” Laurel smiled, “Whew,” as she was turned back upright again. The Magician took his blade to her elbows. “Eight!... Nine!”

“I’ve tied the record, ladies and gentlemen… and I’m just getting started!” Marisol chuckled, and stepped to the wheel, running her hand up Laurel’s thigh to lift her skirt again, before unzipping it at the side, and pulling it off. “Glad I wore panties tonight,” Laurel smiled. “It’s cold up here.” Marisol fastened two more sets of shackles on Laurel, now that her hips and upper thighs were exposed, then stepped back to allow the Magician some room. “We’ll start at her shoulders, I think,” he said, and slid the sword into the appropriate slot. “Ten!” He handed her right upper arm to Robyn, and stepped to the other side of the wheel, running his hand along what remained of her left arm, before inserting the blade. “Eleven!” He spun her upside down again, and used the katana on the new shackles. The audience counted- “Twelve! … Thirteen!” The Magician stepped back, and the audience applauded.

Laurel looked around, down at her missing limbs, over to the cart where the pieces rested. She smiled, and wiggled as much as she could, strapped in place with no arms or legs to move. Her hands waved and moved on the cart, and a foot fell off onto the stage. “Ouch!” Marisol quickly picked it up and put it back onto the top of the cart.

“Now- more pieces!” the Magician announced, and sliced through the gap in the steel band just above Laurel’s hips. He inserted the steel discs to separate her pelvis from her body, but instead of pulling it off the board, he turned the blade of his katana up, and touched it to the bottom of her panties, in the middle. Laurel blushed red, “What are you…?”

The Magician smiled. “Frankly, my dear, I don’t trust Marisol and her toys back stage. But she can’t insert anything in half a hole.” Laurel’s blush turned to a flush across her chest as the blade slid upwards towards her belly button, slicing through cloth, then her pussy, then her clit, up to the band at her hips. She wriggled in the restraints as the Magician thrust the disc blades in to separate the cut, then made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and smiled,breathing heavy,  her whole face flushed. The two halves of her panties fell to the stage floor with a damp plop. The Magician handed one half of her pelvis to each assistant. Marisol smirked. “So much for my fun…” she gave Laurel’s butt a smack with her hand. Laurel squealed. “Enough of that, Mari,” the Magician cautioned. “Save it for after the show.” Laurel shot both him and Mari a dirty look, which the Magician ignored, as he turned back to the audience.

“It seems something distracted you from the count, ladies and gentlemen. I believe we’re up to fifteen now.” He took the blade to the band beneath Laurel’s breasts, and slid it through the gap to sever her abdomen. “Six…” he started. “Sixteen!” the audience finished, amid laughter. He tickled her bare belly as he removed the piece from the board. Laurel wriggled it vigorously for the appreciation of the audience. “We’re running out of places to cut, I fear.” He pulled off her top easily, since she had nothing to keep it in place. Her nipples were still hard. “Ready, Laurel?” She looked up. “Yes, sir!” The Magician slid the blade through the collar at her neck, to sever her head. He put the blades in, but let it rest on the board. “Seventeen!” came the count from the audience.

“Hmm. Almost there, but I think I can still make another cut or two.” He placed the katana between her breasts, and sliced, cutting her chest in half. “Eighteen!” He removed both pieces, leaving her head to sit on the blade at the bottom of her neck. “This next one’s just a small piece.” He held the blade to her throat, just below her chin, and slid it through, then placed the blades, and slid her neck out, leaving just Laurel’s head looking at him expectantly. “Nineteen,” she smiled, and counted with the audience.

“Laurel? Shall we make one more?” Her eyes widened, uncertain. The Magician smiled- “If it’s good enough for the lovely Meili, it’s good enough for you, dear.” He placed the blade across her nose and forehead, and pushed, sliding upwards. “I trust you’re experienced enough to not need a gag.” The Magician handed each half to an assistant, and turned around to thunderous applauds, bowing. “I normally don’t repeat effects like that, but we needed an even twenty.” Robyn and Marisol moved the now empty wheel, and the very full cart off the stage. “While Laurel pulls herself together, I’d like to introduce my last assistant, Hitomi.”

The lights dimmed to a spotlight as a gorgeous, lithe woman stepped onto the stage, in a red kimono, it’s cut modified to come down to the middle of her thighs.  She bowed. “Konbanwa,” she said, demurely. “Tonight I would like to perform an escape for you.”

(To be continued…)