Piecemeal Maiden
Chardonnay smiled at her new volunteer. “Thank you, Lisa! Ladies and gentlemen, please give her a hand!”
The brunette, hair in a ponytail, waved at the audience. She was wearing a loose-fitting blue blouse with elbow-length sleeves, black slacks, and heels. She smiled, then turned back to the magicienne as she started to speak.
“Now, at this point,” Chardonnay said, “I’d normally have my assistants restrain me for an escape… but, alas, no assistants.”
Lisa seemed to bounce a bit on her feet. “You want me to help tie you up, then? Sure!”
“You’re very eager, Lisa! I like that. But rope, as you can imagine, isn’t the most difficult restraint to escape from. I’m using something a bit less flexible.” Chardonnay picked up two oddly shaped shackles that were sitting on a thin wooden board that was mounted on casters. “And the whole thing is sort of complicated for a volunteer to figure out.”
Lisa nodded.
“So,” Chardonnay continued, “Why don’t I show you how you’ll be restraining me? I can demonstrate on you first, and you can tell the audience for yourself exactly how securely trapped and helpless I’ll be once you put them on me.”
Lisa paused, then said hesitantly, “Well… okay, I guess. I’ve been in tight spots before.”
Chardonnay beamed. “Wonderful! But I’m a little worried about those slacks. These shackles might pinch the fabric.”
Lisa stared. “You want me to take off my pants?”
“You’re wearing underwear, I assume, Lisa. Anyway, your top is pretty long, so it should cover up everything down to mid-thigh.” Chardonnay blinked seductively, smiling. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to show off those legs of yours.”
Lisa sighed, and took her shoes off. “You have a point. These slacks were pretty expensive.” She reached under her blouse to unbutton them, and slid them down her legs, then put her shoes back on. The audience applauded. Lisa waved back. “I don’t know how I constantly let myself be talked into these sort of situations.”
Chardonnay smiled, “Well, we are in Vegas, and they do give away free drinks if you’re playing in the casino. Have you been lucky, lately, Lisa?”
Lisa looked down at her bare legs, then up at the audience, then back to the magicienne. “I guess that depends on what happens next,” she smirked. The audience laughed.
“Here, Lisa. See how these fit on your ankles,” Chardonnay set the shackles down on the board. Lisa slipped off her shoes and stepped up onto the board, sliding her heels into the boxy back part of each shackle, then bending over to shut the metal straps in front of her ankles, leaving the front part of her feet exposed.
“They’re snug, but not too bad,” Lisa smiled.
Chardonnay handed her two more shackles. “Try these on your wrists, then.”
The volunteer slid the metal over her hand. “These look more like fingerless gloves than shackles. I can wiggle my fingers, but not move my hand or thumb…”
Chardonnay stepped up and touched the shackles on her wrists. There was an audible click, and two padlocks suddenly dangled from the latches. “Hey!” Lisa started to say, when Chardonnay bent over, giving the audience a view of the black thong on the back of her costume, and padlocked the shackles on Lisa’s ankles.
“There! All latched tight!” Chardonnay smiled. Then from behind her back, she pulled out a power screwdriver, and, bending over again, drove screws into two rings on either side of Lisa’s ankle-cuff, firmly attaching her right foot to the board.
“Wait- what are you doing?” Lisa said, startled.
“Just move your left foot over a bit- there.” Chardonnay screwed her other foot securely in place. “Perfect. Now, how secure would my feet be restrained if it were me in those, instead of you, Lisa?”
The brunette looked down, and bent her legs, tugging. “Well, the wrist cuffs keep me from unlatching anything- and I can’t lift my feet. I can wiggle my ankle a bit, though… I think you’d be pretty secure.”
Chardonnay smiled, “Only pretty? I wonder if there’s a way to make me beautifully secure. One moment- I have an idea.”
The Magicienne stepped away, and came back with a small palette covered with metal parts. She picked up a long tube which tapered slightly at the mid-point to one of the ends. She looked through it at the audience, then opened it, since it was hinged along its length. Stepping behind Lisa, she placed it around the girl’s right leg, then closed and latched it. The tapered end locked into place around her volunteer’s right ankle cuff. The whole of the tube extended nearly to Lisa’s crotch.
Lisa tentatively moved her legs. “Okay, that would work for you, I think,” she said, bending her left knee slightly, then wiggling the toes on her right foot. “I can barely move my right leg at all.”
“Excellent!” Chardonnay clapped her hands. “But we want more than my right leg to be secure.” She picked up another tube, and slid it around Lisa’s left leg, locking it in place the same way. “And now both legs are secure- but I’m sure you know an escape artist like me would make full use of my arms, even without being able to use my thumbs.”
Lisa looked at the magicienne, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, I’ve got similar restraints for your arms, Lisa dear.”
“If they’re as tight as the ones on my legs, you are definitely going to ruin my top.”
Chardonnay smiled. “Yes, those sleeves are loose, aren’t they?” She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her volunteer’s blouse. “Lift those arms, please?” she asked, and pulled the garment off over Lisa’s head, the sleeves sliding right over the shackles still on her wrists, and exposing her blue lace bra and panties.
“Umm-” started Lisa, but blushed and smiled when the audience applauded appreciatively.
Chardonnay then stepped up with the tubes for each arm, and put them on her volunteer, again, locking them in place at the shackles on her wrists. The tubes reached all the way to her shoulders and armpits, forcing her to keep her arms very straight.
“How do you think my mobility would be, locked in all that?”
Lisa turned her head and stared at Chardonnay, who smiled back, innocently. Lisa moved her arms at her shoulders, then bent and twisted her waist. “Okay, I can’t bend my elbows, but I can move my arms- it pulls on my wrists, though.”
Chardonnay stepped behind her. “Let’s see how close together you can get those hands, then.”
Lisa tried to touch her fingers in front of her. “Okay, the tubes are biting into my chest a bit- hey!”
Chardonnay had already unclasped Lisa’s bra and was sliding the straps forward down the tubes. “Well, you can at least move them close enough together for me to take this off,” she said as she pulled the blue lace underwire away from her volunteer, exposing Lisa’s very ample breasts. Again, the audience applauded appreciatively. Lisa felt her cheeks warm in a blush, and looked down, realizing her nipples were hardening. She had no way to cover them with her arms restrained in the tubes, though- and, maybe worse, she couldn’t rub or pinch them, either.
Chardonnay walked over to the pile of metal on the stage. “That’s still too much mobility, wouldn’t you agree, Lisa?” She returned with a large, curvy, hourglass-shaped piece of metal and stepped behind her apprehensive volunteer. There were two clicks as she latched the new piece to the top of Lisa’s leg restraints behind her.
“Arms to the side, Lisa!” Chardonnay pulled the tubes up and back, and they clicked into place, locking Lisa’s arms parallel to the ground. She wiggled her fingers and toes in her restraints, and turned to look at the magicienne.
“I can still lean a little bit forward, and turn my head, you know,” she smirked, “plus, I am feeling rather exposed.”
Chardonnay returned to the rapidly shrinking pile of pieces. “Easily fixed!” She picked up another hourglass-shaped piece of metal. “I’ll give you a moment, and let the audience mourn the view they’re about to lose.”
Lisa looked down and realized her nipples were about as hard as she’d ever seen or felt them, before Chardonnay slipped the cover over her chest. The cold metal pressed against her breasts and nipples. “That hurts a little… but I think I sort of like it- um, can deal with it, I mean.”
Chardonnay looked in her eyes and smiled, knowingly. “You’ll like this next piece, then, dear,” she said softly, then turned to the audience.
“Lisa, are you securely fastened? Can you tell these ladies and gentlemen how much you can move?”
The volunteer nodded, shook her head, and wiggled inside her restraints. “I can move my head, fingers, and toes. Oh, and wiggle my hips just a bit.” Below the bottom of the steel covering her from leg to neck, there could be seen a bit of movement- her blue lace panties moving back and forwards, just a little, with her pelvis, as she wriggled in her restraints.
“Ah, Lisa, almost there, but still too much! I’d be able to get out of that for certain!” Chardonnay picked up one more hourglass shaped piece of metal, smaller and much more curved. She showed it to the audience, then to Lisa, who gaped at the spike on the inside.
The magicienne placed the piece between the tubes holding Lisa’s thighs, then slid it upwards. Lisa gasped as it latched in place, the spike sliding through a part of her that was already quite thoroughly lubricated. “Sorry about your panties. Can you still move your hips?”
Lisa bit her lip. “Um. A li-little... uh… Mmm.” Her toes curled. Along with her fingers and head, they were the only parts of her left exposed.
Chardonnay picked up another piece from the stack, half a sphere with a hole cut in the back. She walked over and turned the board Lisa was fastened to until her volunteer was facing stage right, then latched down the sphere behind her head. “It’s a good thing you were wearing a ponytail, Lisa,” the magicienne said, pulling the brunette’s hair out the hole in the back, before rotating her to face front again.
Chardonnay picked up one more piece- the other half of the sphere. Inside, was another spike. “Well, Lisa, are you feeling very secured? Will I be completely restrained when you lock me in there?”
“I’m feeling completely restrained, yes, but not very secure…” She eyed the spike on the last piece of metal.
Chardonnay looked down. “Oh, this? It’s just a gag designed to prevent you from moving your head inside the cover.” She placed the end of the spike between Lisa’s lips, then slid the piece in place, where it latched securely. “Lisa, can you hear me? Can you move?”
Lisa’s fingers and toes wiggled, the only parts that poked out of the restraining device. From inside could be heard, “Mmm-hmm… Nnnnwww I aaannt.”
Chardonnay turned to the audience. “It occurs to me we’ve spent so much time with Lisa demonstrating how secure I’ll be inside there, that rather than switch, we may as well just let Lisa take my place. Lisa, is that all right with you?”
The volunteer frantically shook her fingers. “Nnnwww!”
Chardonnay smiled. “I didn’t catch that, sorry. Just ask me, and I’ll open it up.”
“Leh ee oou!”
“What was that? Okay, I’ll just assume you’re fine with taking my place, then! The next part would have been difficult for me to show you how to do, anyway.” Chardonnay stepped forward and motioned back to her erstwhile volunteer, completely helpless within the steel tubes. “Ladies and gentlemen, I now present The Piecemeal Maiden!”
The magicienne returned to the pile, picking up some disks with a thin mechanism attached. She stepped behind her volunteer and rotated the restraint 180 degrees, so the audience could see Lisa’s ponytail extending from the back. Her fingers kept wiggling.
“These disks are razor sharp,” Chardonnay announced, as she clipped a set to the device, over the join where Lisa’s left arm met her shoulder, “and spring-loaded.” She clipped another set over the space where Lisa’s right shoulder would be. “They’re also on a simple timer mechanism.” Chardonnay placed two sets of blades at the tops of the tubes covering Lisa’s legs. “I just twist the dial, and the countdown begins.” She placed the final set at the base of the sphere covering Lisa’s head, then rotated the board so Lisa would be facing the audience again.
Chardonnay stepped completely behind the metal maiden, and there were a quick series of ratcheting sounds. The magicienne then stepped to the side. “There, now Lisa has about ten seconds to escape before it’s too late!”
Her fingers and toes wiggled frantically. From inside, the audience heard, “Mmmm! Elllh! NnnAAA-” then a SNNNICK! and the sound cut off, as a flash of steel appeared at the front of the sphere, in the bottom. Slowly, the sphere turned, sliding sideways, then fell to the board, the ponytail trailing behind it. It landed with a *thunk* and rolled onto the stage. Two more SNNNICK!s sounded, and steel appeared at the joins between the arms. Both the upper tubes fell at once, clanging to the stage, the fingers that emerged from the ends curled but otherwise motionless.
“Hmm,” muttered Chardonnay. “I may have gotten the timing a little off.” There was another SNNNICK! and blades appeared at the top of the legs. Slowly, the torso section tilted forwards, then fell to the floor, knocking the sphere containing Lisa’s head out of the way. Chardonnay looked at the two large tubes, Lisa’s toes still sticking out the bottom, then down at the sphere by her feet. She picked it up and looked at the bottom. Lisa’s ponytail dangled down to the magicienne’s hips. “Yes, just as I feared. The collar’s damaged. Sorry ladies and gentlemen, but the pieces won’t be able to latch back together, so I’m afraid I can’t restore her.” She smiled, as though she’d planned the whole thing. “Well, the show must go on!”
Chardonnay stacked the pieces on the board by Lisa’s immobile legs, and pushed the whole thing hard towards the edge of the stage. It skidded off on the casters, then, just as it entered the wings, tipped over out of view, along with the crash of metal. “Oops,” Chardonnay put her right hand to her mouth. ”Well, she can’t feel it now, no harm done…”
“So who’s my next victim?” she grinned wickedly, looking out at the audience.