The Big Climax

QuinnTheAssistant stood and walked towards the stage, her dark hair brushing her shoulderblades over her loose, white, sleeveless blouse. She lifted the long matching skirt to keep it from brushing on the steps as she climbed them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a big hand for Quinn, my last volunteer!" Chardonnay smiled and the audience applauded.

Quinn smiled nervously. "So... what do you need me to do, Miss Magicienne?"
"Quinn, I think you have the easiest job out of anyone, tonight," Chardonnay raised her hand, and moved her fingers in a gentle circle in front of the volunteer's eyes. "I just need you to... Sleep!"

Quinn's eyes shut, and her chin dropped to her chest, her hair flowing forward over the sides of her face, as she fell into a trance. Chardonnay grasped her hands to steady her, and the stage hand rushed out with a thick board, setting it on the stage floor behind Quinn. He dropped a duffle bag, which clanged when it hit the ground, and unzipped it, then pulled out a sword, shaped like a cavalry saber, with a spike on the end of the hilt. Holding it by the end of the blade, he dropped it, hilt and spike down, onto one end of the board, where it lodged securely. He repeated the process for five more blades, making a haphazard line down the plank.

Chardonnay gently placed a finger under Quinn's chin, lifting her face up. "Quinn. You are stiff and solid as a steel rod." The woman's arms straightened and she held her hands against her legs, feet and ankles together. Chardonnay reached up and placed a finger on Quinn's forehead, then pushed. The entranced volunteer tilted backwards without bending, and the stage hand caught her shoulders.

The magicienne ran her hands down Quinn's body, reaching her calves, and lifted, and she and the stage hand slowly moved, then lowered the woman’s rigid body onto the row of swords stuck into the board, balancing her three feet on the ground. The hem of Quinn’s skirt hung loose, exposing her shins, and with gentle pressure, Chardonnay pressed on her heels and toes, bending her ankles to point her toes, then removing her sandals. The stage hand hurried off the stage.

Chardonnay bent over, and grasped the hilt of the sword that was between Quinn’s feet, touching nothing, and removed it from the plank, then waved it around and over the volunteer to show that nothing was suspending her on the blades. “Stiff as steel, ladies and gentlemen,” Chardonnay said, to some applauds, as she stepped behind the woman. “But of course you don’t want to see an ordinary suspension, I know.” She hooked the sword to her outfit at her waist.

“Quinn?”
“Yes?” the volunteer asked, without opening her eyes.
“Quinn, you are feeling as light as a feather.”
“Yes…”

Chardonnay placed her left hand under Quinn’s legs, the other beneath her shoulder blades, and slowly, gently, lifted the woman upwards off the swords with no effort at all, her dark hair and skirt both hanging below her body. “Quinn, you feel flexible and light as feather, like a balloon is tied to your bellybutton.”

“Yes…” Quinn said, and her body loosened as Chardonnay took her hands away. Her arms and legs began to dangle downwards, her head tilting back, hair and skirt flowing loosely. Her blouse slid up, exposing her belly.

With one finger under the small of Quinn’s back, Chardonnay pushed upwards, and like a slow balloon, the volunteer floated higher and higher, moving off the magicienne’s finger towards the flyspace above. Chardonnay waved her hands under Quinn’s body, then grasped her skirt, stopping her from drifting higher. She gently pulled the brunette downwards until she floated about five feet off the stage floor, then Chardonnay waved her hands over the woman’s body to show there was nothing suspending her from above, either.

Chardonnay stepped to Quinn’s feet. “And, just to prove how thoroughly she’s hypnotized…” She ran her hands up high under the woman’s skirt, fluttering her fingers against Quinn’s thighs. Then she slowly ran her hands back down Quinn’s legs, pulling down the unprotesting woman’s panties as she did. Chardonnay slipped the white bikini briefs over her volunteer’s calves, bare feet, then off completely, and held them up over her head with both hands as the audience whistled. “A souvenir!” she smiled, and tossed the panties out into the crowd.

Stepping back behind the floating volunteer, the magicienne unhooked the sword from her waist, and passed it over and under Quinn, still floating, limbs hanging loosely. She stepped to Quinn’s head. “I think we should make this more surreal for her, don’t you? Give her a nice dream so she wonders why her panties are gone when she wakes up?” Encouraging cheers from the audience.

“Quinn,” Chardonnay smiled- “You are sleeping on a bed of clouds, so soft and warm.”
“Mmm, yes,” the hypnotized volunteer muttered, and pulled her legs together, rubbing her calves back and forth against each other.
Chardonnay traced her fingers up Quinn’s arms, “And you are having a very pleasant dream.”
“Oh…” Quinn smiled, eyes still closed, and ran her hands down her sides and over her belly, as Chardonnay stroked her temples, gently.
“Ah.. Wait, I can’t wear this skirt in bed…” Quinn reached across her waist, unsnapped the fastener on her skirt, and whipping it off, letting it fall to the stage in a pile in front of the blades below her. There were whistles and cheers from the audience, as she rubbed her hands over her bare thighs and hips.

Chardonnay turned, grinning mischievously. “I love unexpected surprises, don’t you?” She stepped towards Quinn’s legs, sliding the flat of the sword slowly down the volunteer’s body. “As you can plainly see, she is not wearing any sort of harness…”

“And since I’ve already passed the sword all around her, let’s try something different.” Chardonnay slid the blade slowly up between Quinn’s inner thighs from below, and wiggled the tip slightly.

“Oh!” Quinn stopped rubbing her calves together, and parted her legs slightly, running the first and middle finger of her left hand from hip to hip. ”Mmm…” Chardonnay stepped between her feet, and slowly extended the sword straight towards her, the blade hidden from the audience between Quinn’s well toned legs, until it was far enough along that the tip was just brushing against her in that special place between them.
“Aah!” Quinn exclaimed, still hypnotized, clearly enjoying her dream. “Yes- do it…” she murmured.

Chardonnay grinned wickedly. “I think I should oblige her.” Very slowly, the magicienne leaned towards Quinn, the tip of the sword sliding into her. Quinn growled softly but impatiently. The magicienne shrugged, “Okay then-” and slid the sword forward a few more inches.

“Yes!” hissed Quinn, and she brought her legs up, bending her knees sharply and scissoring her thighs together, finally giving the audience a view of the cold steel saber impaling her, its tip maybe four inches inside. Chardonnay leaned towards her some more, sliding it in further, and Quinn moaned, then slid her right hand up her ribcage to push back her blouse. She stuck her fingers beneath the underwire of her bra, and lifted the cup to expose her right nipple, squeezing it, and her breast, right elbow rubbing against her ribs.

Quinn’s left hand drifted down, her fingers fluttering on either side of the sword blade, as Chardonnay pushed it further inside her. “Good thing she’s still strong as steel,” the magicienne said as her impaled volunteer began making soft noises of delight with each breath.

“Mmm… Mmmm… Mm… Mmmm,” Quinn began to wiggle around the blade, now a third of its length inserted. “Mmm… Mmaaah- Aah- … Aah!...”

Chardonnay let go and stepped stage right as Quinn grasped the blade with her fingers, moving it out, just a bit, then pushing it in further- “Ahh!” And further still- “Ahh!... Ahh!”

The performer looked at Quinn, then the audience. Then back to the volunteer, who kept making pleasurable gasps with each thrust. “Guess she doesn’t need me there anymore…”

Quinn writhed, Using her hand to push the steel shaft inside even deeper, her gasps more vocal and quicker- “Ahh! Ahh- Ooh! Ooh! OOOH!” It was fully half its length inside her now.

Chardonnay watched in bemused amazement. “That’s eighteen inches of hard steel, ladies and gentlemen.”

The floating volunteer moved her left hand from between her legs to her left breast, pushing her bra up and working her breasts with both hands. Still scissoring her thighs, she bent her legs further, heels hitting the sword hilt, knocking it roughly with each blow. “OOH! OOH! OOH!” She grew even louder the further she kicked it.

Chardonnay stared, eyes wide. “Okay, now I’m jealous.” She raised her voice to talk over Quinn’s cries- “I was debating stopping her, but it would be too cruel now not to just let her finish.”

“OOO! OOO!... Aaaaah--- YESSS!” Quinn cried and bucked, squeezing hard on her breasts. “Yess- yes… Aaaaaaahhh….” With the final sigh, she relaxed, straightening her arms past her head, spreading her legs apart and straightening them, then letting everything go limp, still making content little murmuring noises.

Chardonnay fanned her own face with one hand, looking a bit flushed. “Well, uh, ladies and gentlemen, I certainly didn’t expect to be upstaged like that!” The audience laughed. She picked up another sword from the plank and looked at her happy volunteer. “What do you think I should do with this blade?”

She looked down at herself and smiled. “Nah,” she grinned, and looked back towards Quinn, mischievously, when the stage hand pushed a large steamer trunk out onto the stage, and flipped the lid open.

“Char- code blue,” he said, and quickly hopped inside, then closed the lid behind him.

The magicienne smiled and picked up the white cotton skirt from the floor under Quinn, and walked confidently over to the trunk, then jumped up onto it, still holding the cloth and sword. “Unfortunately, ladies and gentlemen, it seems that someone was not entertained by my show, and I’m afraid I’ll have to end it early- I’d hate to reveal my secrets to the police.”

“Lady- drop the sword,” a loud voice commanded, and two officers stepped up onto the right side of the stage, guns drawn. “Drop the sword, now.”

Chardonnay winked and crouched, holding the open cloth skirt up, covering herself. A shot rang out, deafening in the theater, and the bullet tore through the falling cloth as the sword clattered to the stage floor, in front of the trunk. A third cop stepped onto the left side of the stage, and all three held their firearms two handed, pointed at the trunk.

As the officer who fired the shot slowly stepped towards the chest, a voice from a bullhorn in the back of the theater instructed everyone to stay where they were seated and not move. He needn’t have bothered- the audience was captivated by the scene.

The first officer reached the trunk, and, cautiously, pistol still aimed at it, kicked at it with one foot. The trunk tipped over, lid falling open. It was completely empty.

Despite the situation, the audience applauded.

Eventually, the second officer walked over to where Quinn, still floated, five feet above the stage. He reached up and gently poked the sole of her left foot with his finger.

Quinn’s eyes flicked open. She managed to say “Wha-” before she dropped out of the air.
As she fell, one of the swords below impaled her abdomen, passing through and out to the right of her bellybutton. Another stabbed completely through her ribcage from behind, exiting just below her left breast. A third caught on the hilt of the sword between her legs, causing it to tear upwards through the flesh it had been inserted between. The fourth slid into the back of her neck and out her throat, whipping her head backwards before the collective impacts slowed her fall. She hung limp as the blades slid through her body, and her body slid to the floor.