Now You're Screwed

"Penelope," the buxom brunette introduced herself with a lilting British accent as she stepped up onto the stage.

Chardonnay smiled, "You're very brave, Penelope. Why would you even want to volunteer, after seeing what's happened to everyone else?"

The woman shrugged, and grinned. "Well, it's just a magic trick, right?" She laughed. "I guess I'd make a good EnglishDamsel in distress. Besides, I may as well make my last night in Vegas memorable."

The magicienne waved off stage, and the stage hand brought out a cloth covered cart. "I'm sure we can arrange that, Penelope- say, have you been screwed yet on this trip?" She grinned wickedly.

"That's a personal question I don't think I'll answer!"

"My apologies, dear Penelope, I didn't mean to offend you. Here- I'll make it up to you by giving you a necklace." Chardonnay pulled out some round metal stocks from under the cover. The inside hole was about 6" in diameter, but the outside was closer to a foot. There were fine ridges encircling the outer edge. She opened them up, and Penelope obliged by pulling her hair back to let the magicienne lock them around her neck. The outside edge reached to just inside the width of her shoulders.

"That's a bit heavy, but not too uncomfortable," Penelope commented, letting her hair back down.

Chardonnay pulled a large, clear plastic cylinder from behind the cloth. Holes were scooped out on the top and the bottom, on each side. "Could you step into this? It might be a bit of a tight fit."

"Oh! Then I'm sure you want me to remove any restricting clothing!" Penelope unzipped her tight leather mini-skirt, and slid out of it, then, wearing only her red bustier and a black thong, stepped into the cylinder.

Chardonnay pulled it upwards, and it slid over the volunteer's hips- a tight squeeze. "Arms out to the side, please," she said, and Penelope complied as the magicienne slid the cylinder over her body until it reached the stocks at her neck and latched in place. Her arms stuck out the holes at the top, and her breasts squeezed tight against the plastic- there was barely enough room for her chest to fit. The cylinder reached all the way down to her mid-thighs... not that its transparent walls concealed anything.

"Well, this is certainly different!" Penelope smiled, touching the cylinder. "What if I get an itch?"

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, dear. Though I don't think that collar's secure enough..." Chardonnay pulled a large, thin, clear ring from under the cloth and placed it over Penelope's head, lining it up with the stocks, then began to turn it, the ridges on the outside of the stocks actually being threads to make it like a large bolt. The ring passed the collar and screwed itself onto the cylinder, descending over the holes Penelope's arms extended through.

"Oh, that pinches a bit," she complained as the ring seemed to bite into her shoulders.

Chardonnay continued spinning the ring anyway, squeezing it against Penelope's arms.

"Ouch! That stings, a lot!" Penelope protested. unheeded, then her arms, pinched off completely, dropped to the stage. The top of the ring was now level with the stocks, and the bottom reached past the holes. "Oh damn! I needed those!"

"I'll take good care of them for you, Penelope, don't worry. But right now, I need you to spread your legs a bit."

Penelope looked a little confused, but took a step sideways with one foot as Chardonnay went back to pull the last prop from under the cover. The volunteer's legs stretched out the holes slotted in the bottom of the cylinder, and the magicienne placed a large, clear plastic bolt between them, the tip touching the bottom of the cylinder. She turned it a bit, and the bolt's threads bit into the inside of the cylinder.

"Oh, this is going to pinch again, isn't it?" Penelope shook her head, as Chardonnay turned the bolt more, forcing her volunteer to spread her legs apart even further to make room for the end pushing upwards. Soon the head of the bolt rested on the stage floor, and Penelope was standing on tiptoes, legs spread wide.

"If you'll excuse me, then," Chardonnay smiled, and rubbed her hand slowly up the back of Penelope's leg.

"Mmmm, I kind of like that."

"All right, I'll continue!" The magicienne pulled the volunteer's leg forward, spinning the cylinder onto the bolt, as her whole body rotated around.

From the side, clearly visible under the ring at the top of the cylinder, were small red circles where her arms ended in sheared-off stumps. From the rear, the audience was treated to an excellent view of Penelope's ass, the thong giving her a severe wedgie. The damsel in distress soon found herself performing near perfect side-splits, and the end of the bolt touched her crotch.

"Penelope, since you never answered my question earlier, I'm going to make sure you've been thoroughly screwed before this show's over!" Chardonnay started spinning the cylinder again, and the bolt stayed in place as her victim's body rubbed against it. "How's that feel?"

"Oh- mmmmmm! Magnificent!" Penelope gasped, her chest compressed against the inside of the cylinder, making it difficult to breathe. Her legs began to drop back down as the cylinder pinched against them. Chardonnay kept turning, around and around as Penelope bit her lip, "Mmm, the friction- it- ooh! ...Legs hurt- a bit- but don't stop! Please! Ahh! That's the spot!"

The bolt passed the slots in the side of the cylinder, and Penelope's legs slid off, dropping to the stage.
She didn't even seem to notice as Chardonnay grasped the cylinder itself to keep it turning. The damsel was wiggling her butt against the end of the bolt as it rose upwards, her belly and the rest of her body squeezed to fill the remaining space inside the cylinder.

She moaned, and gasped short breaths inward as the cylinder kept descending upon the bolt, compressing her body further and further as the audience watched. Her eyes were screwed shut in concentration, and there was some laughter every time she turned toward the audience with a new expression on her face. With a foot left of space for her body, Penelope groaned loudly and sighed, then opened her eyes and squeaked, trying but unable to fit any more air in her compressed lungs. Her head lolled as Chardonnay spun her around relentlessly, the bolt pushing ever upwards.

Soon, the end of the clear bolt touched the collar, filling the cylinder completely. The audience could see clear through as Chardonnay stepped behind both, proving there was no place the volunteer could have hidden. "And now, for good measure-" Chardonnay placed a hand on either side of the girl's head, and cleanly lifted it upwards.

"Well, now, ladies and gentlemen, a big hand for Penelope, who can honestly say she has been thoroughly, totally, and, quite literally, screwed on her trip to Vegas!" Penelope's glassy eyes stared out into nothingness and her jaw hung slack. The magicienne put the head on its side on the stocks. "Well, someone else might say it about her, at least."

Chardonnay tossed the cover over arms, legs, and the rest of the scene, and stepped to the side while the stage hand cleared the mess. "All right, ladies and gentlemen, it's been lovely, but I believe it's about time for my grand finale! I need one final volunteer..."