Hitomi pushed the box containing the pieces of Lisa to the side of the stage, and the Magician's redheaded assistant, Robyn, stepped on, wearing a tight-fitting green latex body suit with a high collar, the arms to her wrists, the legs cut off at her hips. Her feet and calves were covered with tightly fitting latex boots. She was carrying a bucket, and set it beside the Magician with a loud thump, since it was rather heavy. Robyn then looked out to the audience, and smiled.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the Magician spoke, "It occurred to me that, tonight, I have not yet performed any impalement illusions. My lovely assistant Robyn, here, will now help me rectify this oversight." Robyn bent over, pulled a 12" long nail out of the bucket, and handed it to the Magician.
"Here we have the spikes- standard steel, available from your better hardware stores- though I've sharpened them a little bit." Robyn handed him a second spike, and he struck them together to show they were very solid. "Now you may be wondering at this point where the spike cabinet is. Well, tonight, we're going to dispense with any such covering, and show you that, without any doubt, these spikes will be penetrating Robyn's body."
His assistant stepped forward and waved, and the Magician took her left hand. He placed the tip of one of the spikes he was holding against the back of her wrist, and slowly pushed. Slowly, it sunk through the bodysuit and into her arm, and the tip emerged from beneath. He continued pushing until half the length of the spike had penetrated, then let go of her hand. Robyn held up her arm, turning it to show off her new body piercing on all sides, to the approval and applauds of the audience.
"Now, frequently, the assistant is bound or shackled before being placed inside the cabinet, so there is no way for her to twist away from the incoming blades. Of course, without a cabinet, we don't need to restrain Robyn, but that doesn't mean we can't, in some way or another." Robyn turned her right side to the audience and lifted her right arm, showing a fine profile with her ample bosom. The Magician helped her cross her left arm over her chest, so the tip of the spike in her wrist touched her breast. He pushed on the end of the nail, and the tip sunk into her body suit.
Robyn gasped. "Oh! Mmmmmmm- right through the nipple..." She turned to the audience, mouth open, as her wrist touched her breast, the spike sinking in deeper. The Magician pushed the head of the nail, and slowly drove its entire length into her body, until the head touched the back of her wrist. She wiggled her arm. "Tight fit, sir. I can't pull it out." She smiled, turned to the other side, and placed her right wrist across her left breast.
"Yes, Robyn, that's the general idea." The Magician pushed the other spike he was holding through her right wrist and left nipple until it had also sunk completely through her flesh. She gasped and shuddered a bit as it impaled her, then wiggled her fingers.
"Can't move this arm either," she smiled. "Are you going to restrain me any further?"
"You sound like you're begging, Robyn." The Magician pulled two more spikes out of the bucket. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Marisol was having an influence on you." He placed the tips of the spikes against both of her upper arms, and slowly pushed them in, so they impaled her arms, then continued through either side of her chest. He stopped when the heads of both of the 12" nails were touching her body suit. "Breathing easy, Robyn?"
Robyn nodded. "Yes, despite the fact you appear to have pierced my lungs. And now I definitely can't move my arms. Where do the next spikes go?"
"Oh, you want more spikes?" The Magician smiled and grabbed five from the bucket. "I think these should go a bit lower." He placed one against each side of her waist, angled downwards towards the opposite hip, and slowly slid them deep within, again stopping only when the heads rested against her outfit.
"Hey, I think those are tickling my you-know-what!" Robyn giggled. The Magician stepped behind her and she spread her legs for balance as he pushed a spike into her lower back. The tip emerged below her belly button. "And that feels weird, as well." The fourth spike was placed against her belly button, angled downwards, and also pushed the whole way through. "Hey, it's rubbing against that third one... Mmmm! That sort of tickles." Robyn kept her legs spread.
"Okay then, dear Robyn, it's time for your favorite spike," the Magician smiled wickedly, and placed the tip between her legs, angled upwards. Robyn's eyes opened wide.
Slowly, the Magician pushed the spike inside of her, a little at a time, and she gasped with each small thrust. "Oh! It's ... rubbing ... against... all the- others!" She bit her lower lip. "Mmmh! Oh god- nnh!" The head of the nail reached her outfit, and the Magician stopped. "Oh, please, just a little more!"
"I'm sorry, Robyn, we're out of nail. That's as deep as it can go."
She frowned. "Can you pull it out and put it back in? Just one more time will do it!"
The Magician smirked. "Please, my dear assistant, we have a show to finish."
"Maybe just spin it, at least?" The Magician tapped her boots and Robyn sighed and put her feet together, burying the head of the last nail between her legs. He took out two more spikes, and slid them through her hips, aiming each towards the thigh of the opposite leg. "And now I'm all bound up, and I can't even ask Marisol to reach down and spin it." Robyn pouted. The Magician took two more spikes and slid them through her ankles, so her legs were pinned together at both the top and bottom. "Well, I guess you can't make me any more immobile than I am now."
"I wouldn't be so sure," the Magician said as he pulled another spike from the bucket. "Chin up," he said, as he tapped her with it there. "Way up." Robyn tilted her head back, and the Magician slid the nail between her teeth and down her throat. "See? Now you're more immobile. I wouldn't move if I were you. Or try to speak anymore, for that matter."
Robyn made a noise that sounded like "Nngh," and tried not to move her throat. She'd been effectively gagged. The Magician picked up yet another spike, stepped behind her, and slowly pushed it through the back of her collar, until it emerged from the front of her throat. He picked up several more spikes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, although you've seen Robyn impaled outside of the cover of a spike cabinet, you still haven't seen her impaled without any cover." The Magician placed the tip of a nail under her jaw, and the faintest drop of red was visible as the point grazed her skin. He pushed swiftly, and the spike slid into her mouth from beneath, plunging deep into her head, until the head of the nail touched her skin. "And now you have." He gently grasped her shoulder and turned her to the side. From the top of her head emerged several inches of the latest spike, pushing its way through her auburn hair. She blinked a few times. "Keep them shut, Robyn." She closed her eyelids tightly.
The Magician placed a spike on either eye, and slowly slid them down into Robyn's skull, as she tried to not move or make a sound. He left the ends sticking out, so the points did not pierce the back of her head. "Now she's effectively restrained, gagged, and blindfolded. Let's take care of her hearing." He put a nail against each ear, and slowly slid the spikes inwards. "Well, I just felt those two spikes grinding against each other- I don't know if you'd consider that an argument for her head being empty." He smiled. "I also assume our human pincushion here is no longer as horny as she was a bit ago... unless Marisol really has been rubbing off on her, in which case this sort of immobility would be quite to her liking."
The Magician touched her hand, and said, loudly, "How are you doing, Robyn?" She moved just her fingers into the okay sign.
Marisol, the Magician's darker skinned assistant, stepped out onto the stage. "You keep mentioning me, and I'm not sure what to think of it." Behind her, on a platform, was a long, thin spike, about four feet tall, pointing straight up.
"Thank you, Marisol, I was waiting for this last spike." The tip had a slot, like the eye of a needle. The Magician produced a red silk handkerchief from out of nowhere, and threaded it through the hole. "There- for better visibility. Can you give me a hand, Mari?"
Carefully, she and the Magician lifted Robyn, and placed her, standing, over the long spike, the point angled directly between her legs. Gently, they lowered her, until the tip slid into her outfit, and her butt rested on the silk handkerchief. "Now, Robyn- you wanted to spin that spike?"
"Nnnn!" she tried to say, but Marisol had already pushed her ankles and sent her turning around on the point of the needle sharp metal.
Robyn slid downwards as she spun, the handkerchief vanishing up into her body, until her feet touched the base where the spike was mounted. Then her legs bent at the knee, and she slid further downwards until her butt touched the base of the spike, and the tip, with the bright red handkerchief still attached, had emerged from her mouth right beside the nail between her teeth, extending some distance above them. The audience gasped.
"Robyn- again, how are you doing?" the Magician called loudly. The red haired assistant once again made an okay sign with her hand, and the audience applauded. "Well, she's not in too much distress. Let's just leave our human pincushion like this for a bit, shall we? And admire the little menagerie we're gathering..."
The Magician looked at the clear glass vase, holding the very contorted volunteer, Ashley, on stage left. She managed a muffled, "Ta da!" The audience chuckled. He looked to stage right, where the pieces of the unfortunate Lisa sat in the clear box. Hitomi sat on top of them, smiling. He looked back to stage left; Laurel had stepped out, her face and body still smooth and featureless. The blonde assistant waved. He looked back at Marisol.
"Well, Mari, looks like you're the only assistant who hasn't been part of an illusion tonight. But what illusion shall I perform with you?" The Magician turned back to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm now taking suggestions. What would you like to see me do to the lovely Marisol, here?"
The assistant's smile faded as the audience started to call out ideas, each seeming to one up the illusions the Magician had already performed. "Oh hell... Fuck!" she hissed, as the Magician grinned wider and wider.
To be continued in Part 8, "Audience Request"
Which is your cue to give me your suggestions below...
