Latex and Hot Wax

"Welcome, everyone, to my show!" The Magician smiled to the small audience sitting in his personal theater. "I'm glad you're all here tonight. As you know, every so often, I have these performances, where I get to test out my newest illusions in front of an audience. And, as a bonus, you, ladies and gentlemen, get to see my newest illusions before anyone else. So, tonight we've got... well. Let's just say the evening will be full of surprises."

The Magician clapped his hands together. "First off, I need a volunteer who's not afraid of showing off a little on stage." Hands were raised. The Magician stepped down and pulled a tall blonde with long hair up beside him. "Hello, Ms. Volunteer! What's your name?"

She smiled. "Ann."

"Ann, then... I do have a more appropriate costume, if you don't mind latex?" She smiled, looking down at her jeans and t-shirt.

"Sure!" Without prompting, she pulled off her top. The audience applauded in approval. She was soon standing in just her bra and panties. One of the Magician's assistants, dressed in a short silk hooded robe, brought out a folded piece of red latex.

"Can you put this on, Ann?" He unfolded it- it was a straitjacket. Ann smiled and turned her back to the audience, reached behind, and removed her bra. She reached for the jacket, and the Magician helped her in. It was skin-tight, and the straps fastened it tighter. He zipped, then buckled up the back, and tucked her hair into a bun. She turned and waved to the audience with a hand, fingers held close together by the sleeve. The Magician looked at the crotch strap. "May I?" He said, indicating her panties. She nodded, and turned her rear to the audience again. The Magician slid her panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them, then spread her legs apart. He grabbed the strap between her legs and pulled it tight, fastening on the straitjacket securely, and providing some modesty. She turned and smiled. "And now, your arms."

Ann crossed her arms, and the Magician tightly secured them behind her back. She wiggled, but there was little play in the restraint.

"How's that feel?"

"Tighten that crotch strap some more and ask me again." Chuckles from the audience. Her eyes widened as the Magician did exactly as she requested. "Oooh, that does feel nice."

The Magician's assistant brought out some tall red latex boots, and helped Ann step into them. The Magician zipped them up, bringing them up to her upper thigh, just a bit below the strap of the jacket. They had buckles across them, which he demonstrated were to strap the boots together. And he did- at her ankles, below her knees, across her thighs. She wiggled, but couldn't move beyond that.

Finally, a red latex skirt was brought out, and wrapped across her hips, zipped in the front, and strapped to both boots and jacket, encasing her body completely. She wiggled a bit more, and the Magician helped steady her. "Hang on, Ann- we're not done yet... You can still move."

His assistants brought out some boards, that they placed on either side of her feet, and held them up to her arms, pressing in to hold her in place. Two sheets of glass were brought out and placed in front and behind the boards, sealing her in an open topped box. Several large buckets were brought out, and Ann tilted her head to one side, then the other, as the contents were poured around her. "That's warm."

"It should be. It's wax." The melted wax filled up the enclosure to Ann's elbows, and slowly turned translucent as it hardened in the air. The assistants took the boards, peeled them back, and tilted them inwards, forming a point over Ann's head. More wax was poured in until it reached her neck, then boards and glass were removed.

Ann was sweating heavily from the heat. The Magician brushed aside the damp hair hanging in her eyes, and she looked around and smiled at the audience from inside her wax coffin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you've seen Ann through this entire process. And you shall keep seeing through the finish of this illusion." The Magician undid Ann's bun, letting her hair flow loose, before binding it behind her in a ponytail. He turned the wax encasement to the side, allowing the audience to watch as he placed a red latex hood over her head, fastening it in the back beneath her ponytail. "Don't worry- there's a small hole in the front through which she can breathe. I fear she won't be able to speak much, though..." The Magician tightened three buckled straps around the hood- one down her head under her jaw, another across her eyes, and the third, at her neck. He padlocked each buckle and locked the collar down on the straitjacket, leaving her completely encased in latex, except for her ponytail.

"Are you all right in there, Ann?" The girl shook her head up and down."All right- here's the last part."

The assistants brought out two smaller sheets of glass, placing one in the front of the block of wax, and the other behind, as the Magician pulled Ann's hair out through a hole in the back of the rear glass panel. The enclosure was turned forward to let the audience see inside, and two more boards were pressed against the wax, on the sides. A last bucket was brought out. "Okay, Ann, you may want to hold your breath," the Magician smiled, and poured the wax in, over the top of his victim's head. The wax quickly solidified, turning from clear to translucent as the audience watched Ann, enveloped in her latex shroud, become encased within her coffin, her body visible the entire time through the hardening wax. The glass and boards were removed, leaving the coffin-shaped block, with Ann sealed inside, only her long blonde hair spilling out the back.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, please watch as Ann attempts to escape!" There was laughter from the audience. The Magician paused, and watched the form within the block of wax. "...I hope she wasn't planning on watching the show tonight." More laughter.

"But seriously, ladies and gentlemen- this is a dangerous illusion, for within the wax, there is no way to respire. And Ann was already breathing heavily from the heat of the wax. In fact, it's entirely likely she's already unconscious, and," the Magician glanced at his watch, "as we're past the three minute mark, it's possible she's suffocated. Ladies, let's get her out of there."

The assistant in the short robe hurried onto the stage, as the Magician quickly strode up beside the block of wax, grasped Ann's ponytail, and tilted the coffin backwards. He pulled his hand away, the ponytail coming with it, as the robed girl stepped forward, pulled her belt off, and flung open the robe, revealing that she, in fact, was the very sweat-soaked- and quite naked- Ann. She pulled the robe closed over herself with one hand and smiled as the Magician took her other hand and raised it high. They both bowed, and she stepped back as an assistant brought out a heat gun. The Magician regarded the block of wax, the latex still visible through the translucent material.

"Who's in the wax!" shouted someone in the audience.

The Magician picked up the heat gun, and quickly melted the wax nearest the straitjacket's elbow, exposing the latex to the heat. It swiftly caught fire, and burned in a flash, melted wax spilling across the stage. It was completely empty.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applauds for the lovely Assistant Ann!" He helped her off the stage. "You can keep the robe, my dear," he smiled, as an assistant handed her her neatly folded clothes and a towel.