Julie and Mary Try Some More Tricks

by Vaughan

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For those who have not read the first two episodes of my
story:

My name is Julie. I am a 5'7" blond, with a good figure,
aged 22. I have just become an assistant the magician James.
James has another assistant, Mary, a 5'7" black girl, who is
a bit older than me. Mary and me have been victim to several of
James' illusions and enjoyed them, after the initial shock of
some of the predicaments.

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It was just after lunch when we returned to James' warehouse
workshop.

We switched the lights back on and James brought a swivel
secretary's chair and trolley-load of head boxes. Mary brought a
video camera. They said I should sit down and they would try the
head boxes on me to see which suited me best. It seemed like no
more than twenty minutes of putting on, holding and taking off
each head box in turn, while Mary videoed the goings on.

"Great!" said James, "Shall we show our Julie
the video we just made."

Mary replied, "Yes, won't she be surprised?"

James agreed that I would be surprised. I could not see what
might surprise me about a video of me wearing a selection of
boxes on my head. We went into the office where the video player
was. Mary inserted the tape and rewound it for an hour's worth.
It seemed I had missed forty minutes of the last hour.

The first box I wore James had pushed a blade through the base
of and then opened to reveal an empty box to the camera.

The second box had a circular hole in front and rear. James
twirled me on the chair so Mary could video my face and the back
of my head through the holes, then James thrust a tube through
the box. James twirled the chair again, while Mary got shots
through the tube where my head should have been.

The third box was one into which James thrust a lot of
daggers. When he opened the box only the blade tips were visible,
and when the back of the box was opened my back could be seen in
one of the mirrors through the gaps between the blades.

The fourth box had a base that extended width-wise beyond my
shoulders and a box frame without sides. James inserted a blade
in the bottom of the box and then moved the frame with my head in
it to the end of the board. It was certainly my head as it never
left the video frame and it even blinked, although it did have a
somewhat vacant expression. I deduced that while the head box
magic was working I was out of it. Mary confirmed that that was
her experience too. On the video James had turn my head so it
faced backwards and moved it back to the middle and twirled the
chair, before moving my head to the other end of the board,
turning it back to the front and bringing it back to the middle
and removing the blade.

I commented that I could nor really believe what I was seeing.
Mary told me to keep watching.

The next box, once fitted, opened flat. James made mystic
motions over my head and then started pulling my hair. I did not
as if I was in pain but my hair began to extend until James had
several yards of it coiled on the floor. James smiled into the
camera and produce a cut-throat razor and rapidly and cleanly
shaved my head as smooth as a billiard ball. Mary got a all-round
shot of my denuded head as James rotated the chair again. I had a
feel of my hair while I watched this demonstration; it seemed
just like normal. James folded the box back shut and removed it
revealing me with my usual head of hair, if anything slightly
tidier.

The sixth box was in the shape of a jack-o-lantern which
rested on my shoulders and I supported at the sides. My face was
clearly visible through the holes cut as the features. James
waved a cloth in front and opened a hatch in the top to put a
stub of lit candle to illuminate the inside of the pumpkin to
show my head had vanished again. When he lifted the pumpkin
shell, still lit inside by the candle, my head appeared.

The seventh box folded nearly flat but when exposed my head
did not seem to have my natural tones, but be made of porcelain.
James took a hammer and tapped my head and it shattered. All the
pieces stayed in the box, which he folded back up and removed to
reveal my head back to normal. Although, by this stage, I felt I
was in for the grandmother of all headaches.

The following box was decorated with fish. When James had it
placed, he poured a large jug of water into the top of the box.
When opened the box contained a glass bowl in the shape of my
head, filled with water and two goldfish swimming in it. I was
astounded.

The final box fitted over my head then James folded it down
until it was flat and stood on my neck.

The last trick Mary had videoed did not involve a box at all.
James lay a thin silk cloth over my head and then pulled on the
corners until the cloth lay straight across my shoulders, as if
my head had melted. To my surprise he removed the cloth to expose
the lack of head or neck. He even massaged the area while Mary
filmed it. He laid the cloth back and raised the cloth from the
back and the whipped it away and my head was back. The video then
dissolved into the noise of an unrecorded tape.

James' timing was perfect, as always. He entered the office
just then to tell us that the next setup was ready. We followed
him to the practice area where various items I could not easily
identify stood on the white painted patch of concrete.

The mostly easily identifiable item was a beautiful
middle-eastern type rug lying flat in the center of the area. I
expressed my admiration for the carpet. James suggest I go and
lie on it. I lay on the carpet and felt how wonderfully soft it
felt through thin white lycra cat-suit I was still wearing. As I
squirmed on the carpet feeling the softness and examining the
detail of the pattern I failed to notice it rise from the floor
to a height of about seven feet. When I did notice I checked in
the mirrors to see what was holding the carpet up. Inevitably,
there was no obvious means of support. I cautiously leaned over
the edge of the carpet and checked the underneath. It looked
exactly the same as the underneath of any other carpet I have
looked under. Mary looked concerned and told me to be careful as
seven feet is a long way to fall onto concrete.

James conducted Mary to a table with a lot of small holes cut
in it in a regular pattern. Mary lay face down on the table and
James put an open frame over her on top of the frame which
enclosed Mary except her head and feet. On top of the frame he
placed a board with more holes in the same pattern. James picked
up another board I had not noticed and showed me that it had
eighteen inch spikes on one side. He rested to bed of spikes on
the board above Mary's back, so that the spikes did not align
with the holes. James got a step ladder and climbed it until his
feet were level with the top of the spikes. He tapped the spike
board with his foot and it settled slightly as the spikes located
in the holes above Mary. James then stepped onto the spike board.
This made his head about level with mine as I lay on the flying
carpet and watched. The bed of spikes slowly sank into Mary, then
James stepped back onto the ladder.

I called down to Mary to ask her how she felt. She replied,
"Never better." although her voice seemed a bit
strained. James managed to turn over the spike penetrated frame,
so that Mary faced up with the holey board she had lain on top
of her with about six inches of spike sticking out of each hole.
James walked round Mary undoing clips then lifted the holed sheet
of wood from above her. While many of the spikes missed her, I
reckoned that at least thirty spikes were skewering Mary. James
found an iron bar and inserted it between the spike board and the
one on which Mary lay. He began levering. Gradually, the tips of
the spikes began to lower, disappearing into Mary's flesh.
Suddenly, there was a thump as spike board fell from the
underside of the table. Mary sat up looking quite refreshed. I
could not help noticing the regular pattern of pock marks in her
blouse and skirt.

They turned their attention to me. They told me to lie on my
back and relax, This worried me a bit, but I complied. As I lay
there Mary and James peeled the carpet from my back. I remained
suspended in mid-air while the carpet fell to the floor. I lay
there rigid and unmoving, for fear I might fall. James dragged
the carpet aside, while Mary positioned a stand below me. I felt
trepidation about what they had planned. James brought a
four-foot-long round metal spike and mounted it on the stand, so
the tip nearly touched the small of my back. James asked if I was
ready. Before I could ask "Ready for what?", I felt
myself sinking and then the spike pierce my back. When I stopped
I was only being held up by the spike through my back and that
protruded a foot and a half from my navel. The spike was causing
me no pain, but it is a great strain trying to prevent yourself
folding in two when supported like that. James added to my
discomfort by pushing my shoulder so I was rotating about my
point of suspension. With the mirrors all round and my head
hanging upside down I was soon very dizzy and disoriented. When
my rate of rotation had slowed. Mary and James both mounted step
ladders and lifted me off the spike.

When my feet touched the floor, I fell over, the floor seeming
to have jerked from under my feet. They lay me on the table and
cleared the practice area and brought in another open fronted
cabinet with neck stocks and roller blind. I soon recovered and
in hindsight the experience had not been so bad.

"Last trick for the time being," James announced.
"After this we need get down to the serious work of sorting
out a show for next Friday."

The cabinet looked rather like the instant changing
cabinet/twister so I stepped forward and entered the cabinet and
fitted the stocks myself. I had some ideas for exotic costumes I
wanted to try. James came and fitted the shackles, while I tried
to find the hand-holes in the side. Mary laughed, "Oh, dear
Julie, it's not the changing room."

"So what is it?" I asked. Neither of them replied.
Mary pulled down the blind and hooked on to the bottom of the
cabinet and James inserted a small blade through the stocks and
my neck. I felt the tingle of it going through. Then they helped
each other put another blade through the box just above my knees.
My whole body except my head and below my knees went tingly. I told them that
I felt that something had happened to me and asked what it was.
Mary raise the blind to knee level and hooked it there. and began
tickling my shins. Kicked at her but my movements were restricted
by the shackles. The cabinet was turn to directly face a mirror
and the blind released. I flinched as the blind rolled up. The
sight I saw astounded me. The cabinet seemed empty between the
blade through my throat and the blade through the bottom of my
thighs. I tried to wave my arms, which had no effect visible or
otherwise. I mentally moved my hand to where I felt my belly
should be and neither my belly or hand felt more than a
continuation of the tingling that pervaded all the missing parts
of my body. They did not seem totally convinced that I knew I had
been disembodied, so James and Mary removed all the walls of the
cabinet. There was nowhere to hide my body, it had to have
vanished. They shook hands, waved swords and even waved at me
through the gap where my body should have been.

"Hey, guys," I called, "Isn't time you put me
back to normal?"

Instead of putting the panels back on the cabinet they rigged
up a light curtain that overlapped slightly in front and pulled
the blades. The feeling was ecstatic as the tingle intensified
before going away suddenly in an orgasmic explosion. I reached
through the curtain and was relieved to see my hand. Mary unshackled
my ankles and James undid the stocks. I stepped from
the cabinet frame completely unharmed. To my surprise the knees
of the cat-suit were undamaged. I asked why this was; James
claimed it was because it was magical attire.

The rest of the day we spent in discussion of how we were
going to put together the show we were to do the following Friday
and practicing the fake magic tricks James used as time fillers.
At about six we noticed the time. I was given a set of less noticeable cloths
to go home in as James had ruined the clothes I
had arrived in.

As Mary and I left James told us to try and remember our
dreams as they were a good source of inspiration and that we
should arrive at 9.30 tomorrow so we could get the gremlins out
of the show we had planned.

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To be Continued...