Julie and Mary Try Some Tricks

by Vaughan

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Hi, I am Julie, you may have read my adventure of becoming a
magician's assistant. I had an audition with James and got
rescued from an impossible situation by Mary, his former
assistant who came back. This is the story of my first proper
morning in the job.

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I was Thursday morning, I had got up early to tell the
unemployment office I had a job. I cycled over to Lincoln Rd and
James' warehouse workshop. When I arrived Mary was there to let
me in. James was already at work, judging by the crashing and
banging. Mary led my to the office, said she would get James and
told me that I should look at the list of illusions that James
already had, to see what I thought I would like to try or find
out about. The office clock showed 10.30.

The list seemed very comprehensive, and included just about
every trick I had seen on TV and a few I had never heard of.
About the only thing missing was vanishing the space shuttle.

The noises stopped and shortly after James and Mary were in
the office relaxing and we all had mugs of delicious smelling
coffee.

"Well, what do you think?" James asked.

"About what?" I asked, then I realized, "Oh,
yes. It's a very comprehensive list, why don't we do everything?"

"Four reasons. Transport, Time twice and Audiences,"
James answered.

I must have looked a bit blank, because Mary clarified this.
"Transport, is the fact that we need only have one,
admittedly large, van to get the equipment to the venues. Time
one is we don't want to spend the hours it would take re-assembling
the gear when we get to the venue. Time two is we generally want
a show that only lasts no more than two and a half hours. To do
all those would take all today and tomorrow. Audiences is the
fact that audiences easily tire of seeing what they think of as
the same trick over again, so once someone has been sawn into
several parts, the audience are done with sawing and want
something different. And James forget one, flow of show, that is
there are some tricks you can't easily do immediately after
others, such as you can't saw an assistant's legs off if you have
just vanished her."

All this seemed obvious once mentioned. I said, "So, you
have to put together a show that will fit in the van, will last
long enough without being boring, that flows naturally and gives
me and Mary sufficient kicks to make it worth it."

"Precisely," agreed James, "except that we want
several, so we can suit the show to the venue, the audience and
the stage. Getting a show the right length is easy. You plan the
big stuff to be twenty minutes less than the full show and fill
in with rope tricks, card tricks and a pick-pocket routine."

"We usually start with James appearing and producing me,"
continued Mary, "then we usually manage to fit in a division,
a penetration, a transposition and an impossible feat, before he
vanishes me and takes the applause and vanishes himself. We'll
show you what some of these are. We've got a show next Friday in
the Boston Theatre, so, we had better be ready."

I remembered last night and the sexual pleasure of being
restored. I said, "Shall we start by looking at the
divisions, they felt good last night. Which ones here are
divisions." Mary leaned over and indicated a block of twenty
or so illusions listed. "How about Mary and I get divided
once each to get us going. James, Do you have a favorite?"

"Well, Mary won't let me saw her length-ways and I've
always wanted to do that. Are you game? Then I can saw Mary in
three with your help." That sounded fine to me.

Mary and I walked through the accumulated debris of magical
props to the white painted patch of concrete surrounded by
mirrors that served as the practice area. James scuttled off to
dig out the necessary bits and bobs. Even though the area was
light enough to see what we were doing James had switched on the
stage lights. I suppose they take some getting used to. James
arrived with a three part table and a tall very thin cabinet on a
small square base in tow. The saws and blades were stacked on the
table. He unstacked the equipment from the table.

"OK, ladies. Who's first?" asked James. Before I
could move Mary was lying on the table. I went over as instructed
by James and clamped Mary's feet to the table. This table was
polished wood about half an inch thick, with a small ridge
running the length of each long edge. The clamps turned out to be
short tubes hinged lengthwise with a small padlock to hold them
shut. I clamped Mary's shins in position and removed her shoes to
expose bare feet. James was performing a similar service for Mary at
the head end, tubes locking her arms to the table either side of
her neck, which was surrounded by a leather collar. There was
also a leather strap holding her middle down so she lay flat on
the table.

I took the opportunity to tickle Mary's feet; they curled
nicely in their effort to protect her soles. Mary shouted between
hoots of laughter, "What goes around, comes around. I'll get
you back for this."

James sighed and said, "When you girls have quite
finished." I stopped tickling and Mary's giggles subsided.
James threw a blue satin sheet over Mary which rapidly slipped to
the floor, Which revealed Mary not in the purple blouse and skirt
she had been wearing, but white sports bra and panties. James
handed me a marker pen, and said, "would you mind signing
the lady to make sure we don't substitute anybody else or other
parts." he smiling and explained, "We usually get a
member of the audience to do the signing, but you will have to do."
I signed her belly and thigh and drew a smiley face on her
forehead. Mary muttered some more about getting revenge on me.
James took three thin curved sections of wood sheet and flexed
them slightly so that they wedged inside the ridge I had noticed
up the edge of the table.

"Would you hand me that saw, Julie. I know Mary prefers
sawing with a hand saw." I handed over the large saw with
its jagged teeth and for a moment felt glad that I wasn't on the
table. James rested the blade through the upper of the two small
gaps in Mary's cover. It was about level with her navel. James
began sawing and soon was sawing through the gap between the
table sections. It was only then that I noticed that the gap
sides were metal, presumably to prevent damage to the wood of the
table.

James made quick work of Mary's torso and was starting on the
other slot, mid thigh, when she called, "Slow down, James.
It's not a race. I want to enjoy this." James slowed down,
but not much. I suspect he was thinking always leave them wanting
more. After the sawing was complete I handed him a pair of blades
which he inserted one in each slot. He then uncovered the middle
portion and exposed Mary's lower torso to view. I could see the
end of my signature where the blade cut it and the same had
happened to my other signature.

James leaned an arm over Mary's panties and put out a handle
from the edge of the table. In no time I had been handed a tray
with Mary's middle on. I squatted and rested it on my knee so I
could give the hips a prod.

James was looking smug. He announced, "Most magicians
would stop here, but I am going to remove the other covers."
with that he did. While I knew what I was expecting, it was a bit
of a surprise to see it. Mary lay on the table with her middle
missing. After that James tickled Mary's feet, causing even the
section on the tray in my lap to wriggle.

James looked at me and said, "Now it's your turn. Put
Mary's bits down and I'll show you how I'm going to saw you."

"But, what about Mary?" I objected.

"We both benefit from Mary being tied down. I get to show
her how easy a vertical sawing is and you don't get attacked by
her at your most vulnerable."

"Wait a moment, I thought you were going to saw me
lengthwise."

"I am," responded James, "It's just that you
will be standing up at the time."

"So, is that what the thin cabinet is for?" I
enquired.

"Yes. Allow me to show you." He said leading to the
cabinet.

I examined the cabinet. It was not really a cabinet at all;
mounted on the heavy base was a front, a back and a top each six
inches wide with a slot down the middle to accept a saw. The
sides were light-weight black curtains. The base also had ankle
restraints and the front had handles at waist level and eye holes
either side of the slot. I stepped onto the base, opened the
curtains and put a foot through to the other side of cabinet.
James had the ankle-cuffs on me before I could properly object. I
sighed and asked, "How do you want me?"

"Balance yourself evenly, with you hands on those handles
and your eyes to the eye-holes so you can watch the procedure,"
he instructed, "Then I'll close those curtains and get
started."

I get into position, but when I put my eyes to the holes my
forehead rested against the metal edge of the slot and took
enough weight that it hurt. I complained and James provided a
small block of foam to rest my forehead on. I got comfortable and
balanced, while James fussed with the curtains. He then got out a
step-ladder and an electric chain saw. He placed the ladder
behind the cabinet and I heard the chain-saw whine into life. In
the mirror I saw James climb the ladder and wave the saw over the
top of the cabinet. The chain-saw's blade was at least a foot
longer than the depth of the cabinet. I felt helpless and
terrified, previous experience of last night did not help, it
seemed like a fading dream. I could only hope James knew what he
was doing. As thoughts of trying to escape raced through my mind,
James slotted the now idling chain-saw into the slot in the roof
of the cabinet, no more than an inch above my head. The tip of
the chain-saw extended several inches out the front of the
cabinet and was readily visible in the mirror I was facing.

"Here goes," shouted James. He gunned the saw and
brought it down on the top of my head. For the briefest moment it
felt as if my head was on fire, this was quickly followed by the
sensual sensation of being in the shower. He stopped lowering the
saw when the end of the blade protruded between my eye-holes. I
squinted slightly and each eye could see a different side of the
saw-blade. James continued lowering the chain-saw. The sensations
that run through my body became more sensual until an orgasm
shivered through me as the chain saw exited my body between my
legs. James withdrew the chain saw from the cabinet and told me,
"Wait there, you'll get a kick out of the next bit." It
was at this point I tried to protest and found I had lost the use
of my voice. James brought into view a pair of huge steel blades
in a vertical stand which he positioned behind me and pushed into
the slot in my cabinet. The massive tingling that had been
running up and down the middle of me become two only minisculely
reduced tingles. Not only had I been sawn from top to bottom, I
was now divided in two vertically. I dreaded what I thought was
going to come next. I thought James is going to pull my two
halves apart. He did not.

"Ok, Julie. Time for you to divide yourself."
commanded James. "Pull the handles!"

I pulled hoping that logic was right and nothing would happen.
Logic failed me and in the mirror I saw the two halves of the
cabinet with my limbs sticking out of the sides drift apart. I
stopped pulling and the two halves came to a halt about a foot
apart. I was becoming very confused because I am used to having
my eyes inches apart and suddenly they were over a foot apart. I
found that closing an eye helped.

James approached and removed the curtain and the cabinet walls
from the base. The piece of foam I had rested my forehead on fell
away in two pieces. My halves stood shackled to the bases leaning
against the blade. James then turned my halves to faced each
other and closed the gap so I stood face to face with myself. I
was still a bit disoriented, but I noticed that my tee-shirt and
jeans were ruined, the edges where they had been cut were
terribly frayed and were coming apart. The skin underneath seemed
perfect right up to where it met the steel sheet. I pulled what
was left of my tee-shirt from two halves and thought what a
sneaky way to get me top-less, by ruining my clothes. I was now
able to admire both my breasts from some where other than above.

After a while, during which he had took the opportunity to
fondle Mary a bit and replace her middle, James put me back in a
position that all my parts were in the correct places relative to
each other, but the blade was still in place. James undid the
shackles on my feet and said, "This illusion would normally
end with a simple reversal of the procedure, but you can actually
just walk off the blade. I'm going to release Mary. I think you
will regret it Mary catches you in more than one piece. She seems
to have got something against you."

Carefully I approached the edge of the blade and using my
hands to make sure I was correctly lined up I stepped beyond the
edge of the blade. Every part of me screamed for the joy of being
re-united. I fainted from the pleasure of restoration. When I
came to Mary was tickling my feet mercilessly and ripping off my
shredded jeans and panties. Not being particularly ticklish I had
enough control to sit up and push Mary away.

After a few minutes of wrestling with Mary, James stopped us
and handed me a dress. I dressed while James and Mary went to
find the next thing for us to try.

Mary returned first, with a person sized black fabric bag and
a board, still wearing only her bra and panties. She said, "Lie
on the board, see if it's your size." It looked a bit short.
I lay on the board. With my feet level with the bottom of the
board my head hung over the top end of the board. Mary said,
"Relax a bit your too tense. I just want to know much longer
the board needs to be." She knelt next to me and in a flash
she had me strapped to the board. I wish I knew how it was done,
I would be able to see it coming and prevent it. They knew being
immobilized was not my idea of fun. I struggled a bit, but
discovered that while I had been tied rapidly, I was also tied
fast. I gave up the struggle and waited to see what happened next.

James arrived with a pair of thin tables and a device that
consisted of a pair of rollers in a frame and a large handle.
Once they had propped my strapped down body against a mirror,
Mary got into the bag and James pulled the string to tightened it
round her neck. I felt like telling James to tie it tighter, but
I felt vulnerable tied to my board. Mary's hands emerged from
holes in the side of the bag and she hopped over to one of the
tables and lay on it. James positioned the rollers at the end of
the table and turned the handle. The bag containing Mary was
being drawn into the rollers and coming out the other side. The
rollers were less than an inch apart. James continued until Mary's
hands had almost reached the rollers and the bottom of the bag
touched the floor. James opened bottom of the bag and gently
exposed Mary's bare feet. Mary withdrew her hands into the bag.
Once the hand holes had gone through the rollers, Mary put her
hands back out. The expression on her face told me she was
enjoying being crushed and restored. When her head approached the
rollers, James stopped again, to pull the top of the sack over
Mary's head, before going back to turning the handle. The top of
the sack went through the rollers and Mary stood and released
herself from the bag. She was back wearing her purple skirt and
blouse that she had been wearing earlier.

"Now it's your turn." said Mary ominously. She and
James lifted the board and laid it on the table and placed the
other table on the other side of the rollers. I looked through
the space between my feet at the gap between the rollers. The gap
was not much wider than the thickness of the board I was trussed
to.

"Here we go. Point your toes." Said James as Mary
turned the handle, I pointed my toes. I lifted my head to watch
what was happening it looked my toes and the rest of me were
going to be crushed between the roller, they looked solid enough
to do it. I felt the top roller touch the nail of my biggest toe
and press it against the board. The mess of blood and bone
splinters I was anticipating did not happen. My toes were
squashed flat and my feet were following. There was no real pain,
but the sensation of being patted dry after a relaxing bath with
a towel still warm from the towel rail. As my knees were going
into the rollers my feet came into view via the overhead mirror.
At first I thought they looked normal, but then I realized they
were still flat and I could not move them. Mary handed the job of
turning the handle over to James when the hem of my dress went
into the rollers. Mary lifted my flattened feet and turned them
edge on so I could see that they were paper-thin.

James kept cranking until my chin touched the top roller, by
which time Mary had had some fun. She had made pleats up my legs
and was pulling and pushing them so they shorten and lengthened
like an accordion. She had also removed the straps which did not
help as I found I could not move the flattened bits at all. James
flattened me out. His touch was gentle yet firm. While I was
being flattened and straightened, Mary went off and return a
stand that held a small box at about head height. While James
turned the handles back so my body was drawn back through the
rollers to the same side as my head, Mary supported my head so that I
could see my flattened body emerge from between the rollers.

Mary lifted my head from the table and body followed flaccidly.
I could feel my lower legs and feet drag along the slightly rough
floor as she took my head to the box on the frame, which faced a
mirror. Mary raised my head into the box and James drove a sword
through the box and my head. I felt a prick as it entered my left
ear and a small dragging sensation as it left my right ear. My
paper-thin body hung from my neck, not quite reaching the ground,
and my head was supported by a sword driven through it. To make
matters worse, Mary gave the dress a tug and my body folded and
curled enough to let it fall to the floor. I hung there like a
sheet of nakedness. I wondered what would happen next.

As if he had read my thoughts, James said, "I suppose you
are worrying what we are going to do to you next. Well let's see."
He pondered, but Mary seemed to have an idea already. She soon
came back with a set of marker pens, a pack of thumb tacks and
the pump from my bicycle. James seemed surprised and asked Mary
what she planned. Mary told him to stand back and watch. If there
had been space in my stomach for butterflies they would have
grown and started making a nuisance of themselves. Mary first
shook a handful of thumb tacks onto her palm and began sticking
them through my body. She stuck one through each foot, hand,
shoulder and nipple and one through my navel. Each pin stung when
it entered but the feeling transform to a tickle. She then
started to draw on me.

As she drew she was saying, "I think she should wear
something more exhibitionist than those plain dresses, like a
skin-tight white cat-suit, with ankle high black boots and a
pearl necklace." She drew on the boots and the necklace.
The cat-suit she was drawing was open to my navel and held
together by a gold catch between my breasts which she drew with a
gold marker pen. James' only intervention was to remind Mary to
do the back as well.

When the drawing was finished, Mary placed my bicycle pump
against my lips and began pumping. I felt the change before I
could see it. I could feel my body begin to swell before it was.
the first part to fill was my bosom. When it was full my arms
began to take shape again, followed by the rest of my torso. By
this time Mary was getting tired so I took a turn at pumping
myself up. I noticed that even though I was hanging two inches
above the floor by my ears I felt no weight. When I was fully
inflated, I threw down the pump and opened my mouth to express my
relief at being back to my normal self. I found I could not say
anything for the belch I gave. I felt the air escaping. I shut my
mouth quickly and tried to hold back the pressure. I noticed that
the clothes on my body were obviously drawn on so I was still
naked, although I felt less so. I gave up the uneven struggle and
let the air go. Mary looked disappointed at having failed to
restore me. James looked smug as if he had known it would not
work all along.

James told Mary to bring the black bag she had been put
through the rollers in. With care they put my body in the bag and
then rolled up the bag to my neck. James removed my head from the
box and lay it on the floor. He put my bicycle pump to my lips
and pumped. I could feel my self filling out again but this time
it went down me instead of in patches. As I expanded to my normal
proportions the Bag unrolled. When I was completely inflated I
sighed to check I was not going to deflate again, then I crawled
out of the bag, with a sexy tingling all over.

I looked in the mirror and turned round. I looked good in the
cat-suit Mary had drawn which had become real. The black ankle
boots had two inch heels. The cat-suit was as drawn in stretchy
white lycra with a panther catch between the globes of my chest.
The necklaces of pearls seemed real too.

Mary looked out into the workshop. I followed her gaze and saw
a clock that showed 12:30. Mary said, "It's about time for
lunch, where do you fancy."

I agreed and suggested somewhere.

James said, "No, not until those thumb tacks are removed."

I looked down saw the heads of the tacks still in place, in
the tops of my feet, the backs of hands, in my shoulders, breasts
and navel. I looked at my palms and found the tack tips there. I
pulled the head of the tack in my left hand and watched the point
disappear into my hand leaving unmarred flesh. I continued
pulling until the tack's point left the back of my hand. The
point of the tack was now over an inch long. I took out the tack
in my right hand. It was the same. I pulled the pins from my feet,
they were even longer than the pins I had taken from my hands. I
felt my back and detected the points of the five pins. I pushed
the point sticking out of my right shoulder until the tip
disappeared. The corresponding head now stood a quarter inch from
my shoulder. I gently drew this and the one in my shoulder,
wiggling the heads as I pulled. I felt a pleasant feeling of
warmth and well-being in my shoulders. In a spirit of
experimentation I twisted the pin in my belly button while
extracting it. The feeling was more sensual. The removal of the
pins in my breast cause me much sensual pleasure, because I
withdrew the pins slowly while wiggling and twirling them.

"Ok, now you are decent, let's go," said James.

I did not feel particularly decent in a white lycra cat-suit
open to my navel and with my nipples standing out like orange
pips. I thought what the hell I'm going have to get used to being
ogled for the show.

We went to lunch and had a filling meal, because, as James
pointed out, we had a lot of work to do that afternoon.

But that is another story ...

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To be Continued