Not Just A Boring Old Sword Box Illusion

Tom, in his shorts and Hawaiian shirt, stood on the small stage with the Magician and Robyn, who was wearing a green string bikini and sheer green wrap around her hips. Tom had set the swords down on the ground, and was looking at the box, which sat on a small, wheeled table. The sides of the box were woven like a basket, and the lid rested beside the table.

"Ladies and gentlemen, yes, it’s a boring old sword box illusion," the Magician grinned. "But we can at least try and make it a little more dramatic! Robyn! You have been sentenced to execution by sword box! You will now climb into the box that will be your casket!"

Robyn giggled and stepped into the box. She struck a pose, one hand in the air, the other on her hip.

"Robyn, you will now remove your wrap!"

The Magician’s redheaded assistant acquiesced, tossing the sheer cloth to Tom. She then crouched down in the box, leaving only her head and shoulders visible over the rim. "You’ll probably want this too, Tom!" She tossed her untied string bikini bottom out of the box as well. Tom tried to catch it, but it fell to the stage. As he bent over to pick it up, Robyn sat up, reached behind her back, and pulled the string tying her top, then crouched back down again to hide her breasts, pulled the top over her head, and tossed it at him as well. It landed on his head, and she laughed, along with the audience.

The Magician rolled his eyes. "Robyn, when you said casual-"

"Now I’m completely naked!" the redhead giggled. "It doesn’t get more casual than that! Good thing this box is high enough to cover me!"

"Ahem," the Magician interrupted. "The condemned will present her wrists to be bound. Thomas- tie them with her wrap."

Robyn smirked, then turned around so her back faced the audience when she sat up and raised her hands over her head. She tilted her head left and right, letting her hair brush across her shoulder blades. Thomas stepped face to face with her, and tied her wrists securely. "Enjoying your private show, BT?" she smiled. I watched Thomas blush uncharacteristically as he finished.

The Magician tapped him on the shoulder. "Hold her wrists up with the wrap, Tom." The Magician then turned the box around as Robyn squirmed, failing to pull herself back down. "This might be a small audience, but it’s not that private, Robyn. Thomas doesn’t get a special show just because he’s our host."

Robyn smiled, "Okay, fine," and wiggled her ample, lightly freckled bosom for the rest of us, to whistles and applauds.

The Magician continued, "Tom, please push the ends of the wrap through those two holes you see in the bottom of the box."

Robyn lowered her bound hands in front of her breasts while Thomas reached into the box. "Hey! Not that hole!" she laughed wickedly.

Our host just smirked and pushed the two ends through the bottom of the box, and let them dangle.

The Magician pulled a black cloth bag from his pocket and unfolded it. "And now you see why she’s condemned to death." He pulled the bag over her head and pushed her down into the box. The ends of the wrap binding her wrists lowered a bit as her arms went down. "No last words, Robyn, you’ve caused enough trouble. Thomas, go ahead and tie those in a tight knot under the box."

Our volunteer did so, pulling Robyn’s wrists to the floor of the box, and securing them so she couldn’t move them. "Everyone say goodbye to Robyn," the Magician said, then put the lid on top of the box, enclosing his unclothed assistant inside her wicker-walled casket. Two hook-and-eye clasps latched it shut, making it impossible to open from the inside. We could clearly see the ends of her wrap dangling below the box, raised off the stage by the foot-and-a-half tall legs, and leaving her no place to escape, no room to hide.

The Magician picked up one of the swords off the ground, and handed it to Thomas. "And now, my friend, you may Begin The Execution!!"

"Oh my!" tittered Robyn from within her container, to the amusement of the audience.

Thomas looked at the sword in his hand, and walked over to the box. "Um, where does it go? I can’t see a slot..."

Robyn giggled some more. "You know where to put it!" she said, before the Magician spoke over her.

"The walls are wicker, you can put it anywhere you like. It’s best if it goes completely through."

Thomas slowly slid the blade inside, wiggling it a bit to help it penetrate. Robyn laughed, "That tickles!" and he stopped. "What- are you scared of putting it in me, BT? That never stopped you before!"

"Robyn, please," the Magician interrupted again, and gently took Tom’s hand off the handle, then pushed the sword the rest of the way through.

"Eek!" squealed his assistant.

He picked up another sword. "Remember, Tom, this is supposed to be an execution," he observed as he rammed the blade completely through the box from front to back. He handed another sword to his volunteer. "Like that. You try."

Tom placed the tip of the sword on the top of the box, and looked at the Magician, who nodded. He thrust it down through the wicker. There was a klunk! as it bounced off one of the blades already inside. He pulled it up and rammed it down again, and heard a crunching sound. Eyes wide, he pulled the sword up, then rammed it down again, twisting it as he went. This time it penetrated the bottom of the box, emerging beside the dangling ends of Robyn’s restraining wrap.

"Umm, ouch?" she called from inside the box.

"There!" cheered the Magician. "That’s more like it!" He tossed another sword to Thomas. "Continue the execution!"

Encouraged, our host thrust another blade through the box, to the sound of crunching wicker, and a rather meaty thud.

"Oooh! Mmmm... Please sir, another!" the redhead inside egged him on.

Tom kept the blades coming, thrust through at every angle, to moans, gasps, and squeals from within, while the Magician helped by turning the box so we could see how thoroughly impaled the walls, and the victim, had become. There was no possible way she could have escaped the swords- they were everywhere. Thomas picked up the last sword, and thrust it through. There was no response from Robyn this time.
The Magician turned the box slowly. "Ladies and gentlemen, this box, and the condemned assistant within, has been impaled by two dozen razor sharp swords- the blades have pierced her helpless, naked body in every direction. There is no hope she could have survived her ordeal... Thomas- I hope you have saved a memento from your very first Execution by Sword Box!"

Tom smiled, and reached into his shorts’ pocket, pulling out Robyn’s string bikini, and holding up one part in each hand.

"Excellent! But here- help me for a moment to cover this morbid spectacle."

Tom put the bikini bottoms back in his pants, and rested the top over his shoulder, and stepped behind the sword-filled box. The Magician handed him one end of a large black cloth, and he started to pull it over the box, then whipped it up over his head to avoid the swords as he continued. It billowed in the air, covering the box- and was immediately whipped away again by the figure behind it- who was not Thomas.

The audience roared with applause to see Robyn, once again wearing her bikini, standing behind the sword box. She threw the cloth to the side and stepped forwards, taking the Magician’s hand to bow.

The Magician took both her hands and they faced each other. "Ah, my dear assistant- rumors of your demise seem to have been greatly overstated. Perhaps you could help me determine who
has been executed in your stead?"

The Magician and his assistant quickly pulled the swords from the box, tossing them onto the makeshift stage floor, and turning the box to get them out more quickly. The Magician removed the last sword, and slid it under the box, through the knotted wrap at the bottom, slicing it open.

Putting the sword down, he undid the latches on the lid and tossed it to Robyn, who held it in front of her. A hooded figure, wearing Thomas’ Hawaiian shirt, sat up, back to the audience. The Magician immediately spun the box around, and whipped off the hood, to reveal Hitomi- who shook her short black hair, then raised her arms, which were tied up with Robyn’s now-cut wrap. She stood up in the box. Tom’s shorts slid down her hips, too big to fit her, but the very loose-fitting shirt reached down to her thighs.

Once again the audience applauded.

The Magician helped her out and untied her wrists, and all three took a bow. Then the Magician swept his hand up to the top of the ramp that led to the stage. We all turned, and erupted into laughter. Standing there was Thomas, dressed in Hitomi’s cat girl outfit, which was extremely tight on his muscular frame. I playfully covered Jessie’s eyes, and she pushed my hand away and cheered.

Despite his ridiculous attire, he confidently strode down the ramp, nodding and waving to the women (and the men) in the audience who gave him whistles and cat calls. When he reached the bottom, he curtseyed to the left, the right, and the front, as the Magician called out, "Ladies and gentlemen, please, a big hand for my volunteer, and our gracious host, Thomas Branaugh!"

He backed up and stood beside the Magician, taking Robyn’s hand, while the Magician took Hitomi’s, and all four took a bow together.

Thomas then looked over to Hitomi. "If, um, I could have my shorts back?" The Japanese assistant grabbed them out of the box and handed them over. "Thank you. It’s not that your outfit isn’t sexy and comfortable," he said, holding the shorts behind him. "It’s that I think the seam has completely ripped out over my ass!"

Once again, everyone laughed as Thomas left the stage, holding the shorts behind him to cover his rear...