Kyles Birthday After-Party 1 (Quinn)

ÿþKyle's Birthday After-Party



Dedicated to and requested (in outline) by Sawdini34

In gratitude for the assistance of SawnLisa, AssistantAnn and QuinnTheAssistant



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Kyle's birthday party had been a blast; the drink had flowed, the snacks were enjoyed, the DJ had kept everyone dancing most of the evening and lot of acquaintances had been renewed. It had been a bash for a birthday ending in 5, so Kyle had not felt obligated to invite a horde of relatives, who he might only otherwise meet at a wedding or a funeral; so fun was had by all.



Of course, after the fun comes the clearing up; the mention of tidying the hall had a similar effect to firing a shotgun into the ceiling; most of the revellers that remained, suddenly remembered they had beds that wanted sleeping in and there were soon only four people left; Kyle and his friends Fred, Lisa and Quinn.



The clearing of the hall was not particularly arduous or complex, except that those that remained had partied hard most of the evening and were tired and at least tipsy. Kyle polished off a few more sausage rolls to fortify himself for the effort involved, while Fred went to find some black bin bags to shove the debris in, and the girls went off towards the kitchen to see if they could find some brooms to sweep up. Everybody stopped when Fred shouted, "Wow!" Kyle went to see what had so excited Fred and soon repeated the utterance.



When Quinn and Lisa arrived, both Fred and Kyle were investigating their discovery. They all spent a few minutes poking round a stack of magical props. "I wonder who they belong to," said Lisa.



Fred picked up a flyer and read, "Arthur the Archmage. It says here that he performed here last Tuesday. It can't have been at all well-advertised, because I never heard about it and the ticket price it says here would be worth it even if only one of these had been performed. I guess Arthur is storing them here until he can pick them up."



"So which is your favourite?" asked Quinn.



"Erm," Fred said as he considered, "I'd love to do this mismade with you."



"You'd have to do some serious hypnosis to get me in that cabinet, let alone getting me to allow you to insert any blades. This frock cost a pretty penny and I don't want it snagged; it's bad enough that someone, naming no Terrys, spilled some cola on the skirt, I don't want to do anything that'll need more than the dry-cleaning it already needs." Quinn indeed looked spectacular in the dress, which consisted of a jade green satin top that resembled a scarf hung round her neck down to the waist band (actually a strip of cloth going from the waist band, up across Quinn's breast, round the back of her neck and back down across the other breast to the waistband; this was strategically tucked and stitched to offer at least minimal support to her breasts, because wearing a bra was out of the question). The waistband, which was a darker shade of green, and followed her trim waist and hips before giving way to a beautifully pleated skirt in a yet darker green silk that reached her shins, falling down perfectly straight when she stood still, but adding a wondrous fluidity to her movements when she moved.



"Well. That's where I'm ahead of you, Quinn. You're already hypnotised; I hypnotised you earlier in the evening," said Fred.



"I don't believe you! And anyway why would you do a thing like that? You weren't trying to get me into your bed, were you?" Quinn did not mind Fred; he was a bit geeky, but it only really showed in how he assumed everyone knew the latest thing and his willingness to explain in extreme detail if encouraged, but he would let it drop if discouraged. What she objected to was people using devious methods to try get her into bed.



Instantly on the defensive, Fred countered with, "Erm, sharing a bed with you would be great, but you can't generally get people to stuff they don't want to do without tricking them. And tricking you into bed would not be how I would like it to happen. I hypnotised you for another reason."



"Which was ...?" challenged Quinn, not really believing she had been hypnotised.



"Erm, well, I caught your TV appearance a couple of weeks back and I wanted to know how you avoided being burnt to a crisp. I've watched the video several dozen times and I can't work it out; you were smiling, albeit nervously, while the gas jets are licking up your legs. I just had to know, so I hypnotised you to tell me."



"And what did you learn?"



"I learnt that the flames only felt warm to you and that you don't know what happened between the flames touching your face and you crawling out of the bag at the end. Either it was some kind of real magic or Gabriel hypnotised you not to reveal his secret better than I can hypnotise you to reveal it."



"So you reckon you've hypnotised me, Fred? Prove it!"



"I'd love to. Shall we go back into the hall? Kyle you bring the cabinet and I'll set up my phone to video the whole thing. That way we'll have proof it happened."



Fred bustled off to fetch his phone and was standing it so that it could see the whole area, when Lisa and Quinn wandered back followed by Kyle pushing the cabinet (much to his relief it was on casters at the end of short struts on each corner of the bottom section).



Fred seemed to take charge. While he helped Kyle position the cabinet to afford the phone the best view, he asked Lisa to get one of the foil balloons that had decorated the food and drinks tables.



"Now, Quinn, in a moment Lisa will hand you a balloon which you will hold and not let go until told to do so. While you are holding the balloon, it will try and lift you off the floor, it will not succeed, but it will nearly succeed in lifting you off the floor. You won't have the strength to hold it down, but it won't have to strength to lift you of the floor. Do you understand?" Quinn nodded, not sure she could keep the contempt out of her voice; she was a fit woman and the balloon was not as buoyant at this late hour as it had been when first inflated. "Ok, Lisa hand the balloon to Quinn and we'll see what happens."



Quinn took balloon and wrapped a length of the ribbon round her left hand. She seemed almost smug as the balloon, declaring it was a 25th birthday, lazily ascended to the full length of the string. When it reached the full vertical length of the ribbon, it carried on rising drawing Quinn's hand after it. Shock and worry became the main expressions on Quinn's face as her fore-arm followed her hand and then her upper arm followed too. Soon Quinn's hand was as high as she could reach on tip toes in her dark green three-inch heels. She became a bit unstable in this position and started tottering about seeming to follow the drifting balloon.



After about thirty seconds, Kyle said, "I think you have proved your point. I certainly believe you've hypnotised Quinn."



"Now, Quinn," said Fred, "You will now have the strength to bring the balloon down and you will hand it to Lisa." Immediately, Quinn snatched the string down and stepped toward Lisa to hand over her burden. Lisa, not wanting to hold the balloon herself for too long, quickly attached it to the nearest bunch of other balloons.



Meanwhile, Fred started issuing instructions. "Kyle, would you go and find the dividers for this, while I load Quinn into the cabinet, with Lisa helping to make sure that her precious dress doesn't come to any harm."



"Don't I get any choice in this?" complained Quinn.



"Of course you do," smiled Fred, "Either you cooperate and get to enjoy the illusion while it's being done to you, or I put you in a deeper trance and you get to enjoy watching the illusion done to you, when I sent you the video."



"What if Lisa wanted to do it?" They both looked at Lisa.



Lisa shook her head, "I might if I trusted Fred's magical skills, which I've never seen, except those tacky card tricks he's been doing all evening." Lisa smiled at Quinn. "It's Ok, I don't want the glory, so go ahead Quinn. I'll make sure the boys don't get too many ideas."



Not entirely reassured, Quinn approached the box and looked over it in detail for the first time. "It's a bit narrow and not very deep; I'm not going to have much wriggle room even if I can get in there."



"I think that's why there's this armhole," pointed out Fred. "You put your right arm through there and then ease yourself in, while Lisa makes sure your dress doesn't catch on any of the catches. Then once you're in your left hand comes out here." Indicating a smaller hole lower down on the other side of the cabinet.



Kyle returned at this point wheeling a trolley in which a set of blades hung in the manner of suspension files in a file cabinet drawer. Quinn eyed the dividers with suspicion, while neither Fred nor Lisa could quite hide their excitement at the prospect of magic happening.



"You were getting into the cabinet, Quinn," Fred reminded her, with a wink that hinted that option 'B' was still a possibility. Quinn put her right arm into the cabinet and out through the shoulder-height hole and followed it until part of her shoulder was through the hole, at which point she had just enough room to pivot backwards on her right foot, so that she stood facing front inside the cabinet with her right arm sticking out of the side. "You may find it more comfortable if you grab this handle," Fred said, guiding Quinn's hand to a handle on the front edge of the cabinet. Lisa bent down and closed the two lowest doors, covering Quinn's legs and skirt up to her thighs.



"Before we go any further we should show all sides of the cabinet," said Fred and he and Lisa began to rotate the cabinet.



About half way round, Kyle spotted something. "What's that? At the back of the head section," he asked. They all looked, except Quinn who was too tightly jammed in to turn around. The feature turned out to be a round hole, which contained some stretchy fabric that would allow access without letting anyone see in. Lisa instantly grasp what the hole was for and reached in and was soon pulling Quinn's chestnut tresses, which usually reached below her shoulder blades, out through the hole.



"Hey! What're you doing with my hair?" protested Quinn.



"Just pulling it out of the way, through a hole in the back of the cabinet; that way it won't get cut when we put the blade through your neck," explained Lisa.



"Oh!" said Quinn, not sure, at this point, whether she wanted to be reminded what the future seemed to hold.



The three friends finished the rotation of the cabinet so that Quinn was facing the camera once more. They soon had the remainder of the doors shut and Lisa slid a panel aside on front of each section to reveal Quinn's trapped state. At the top, an oval hole displaying Quinn's face and hint of her chestnut fringe at the top of her forehead, then a pair of green satin covered breasts with an excellent display of cleavage between. From the side of the same section Quinn's arm, still holding the handle, Fred had shown her. Below, the figure hugging waist of the dress down to where the skirt started and the fingers of Quinn's left hand emerging from a hole in the side. The next section down showed skirt at thigh level and the final section showed the hem of the skirt and Quinn's shins and ankles to the top of her shoes.



They paused to admire the sight and then Fred said, "We can't put it off much longer; it's time to insert the blades."



"Surely, you don't have to," said Quinn.



"Of course we do," said Fred.



"What's the point of a box and blades illusion if you don't use the blades? It's just a box illusion and what use is that?" added Kyle.



"Besides," contributed Lisa, "You did, sort of, volunteered to do it, but I'm sure Fred can put you in a trance so that you don't care."



Quickly Quinn retracted her objection on the stipulation that they get on with it, because she did not feel she wanted to have to handle the suspense of waiting for the blades.



Lisa slid all the panels back into place covering Quinn up entirely, while the guys picked up their first blades.



"Where do we start?" asked Kyle.



"Why don't you start at the top? I'll start at the bottom."



So that is how they did it, with Lisa picking the blades from the trolley and handing them to the next pair of hands eagerly waiting for one. Quinn waited uncertainly in the darkness within the cabinet until she felt a blade pass quickly through her neck, swiftly followed by another through her knees. After the blade through her knees went through she thought she felt something tickle the front of her shins and ankles, but another blade through her throat and other at knee height made her forget that. The next blade went through at the base of her ribs and she felt the support her dress gave her breasts change minutely, but this sensation was driven away by a blade pass through the tops of her thighs, followed by a tickle down the front of her thighs. Again this sensation was superseded by the sensations of second blades at the base of her ribs and top of her thighs in quick succession.



"And now for the dismantling," announced Fred as he removed the head section and showed that there were still Quinn's brunette tresses hanging out of the back. Kyle lifted the next section and saw Fred place the box he had in the floor, being careful not to trap the hair, so Kyle placed his section on the floor next to the head box, also being careful not to hit Quinn's elbow on the floor.



When she felt the bump of the section containing her chest landing on the floor, she let go of the handle and tried to explore a bit with her hand. She wanted to know what was going on, but also knew that she would not be told until it was done. Cautiously, she followed the front edge of the section down until she reached the floor and reached out across the floor. While she was groping about, Kyle and Fred unstacked the two sections that remained stood atop the wheeled bottom section and then wheeled that to a new position so that the five sections were in a line. Quinn's hand at this point found something stood on the floor; she was sure it was not the leg of a table or chair. She tapped it and heard the tap from the inside of the head box. A little surprised, she reacted as you might assume natural for someone in such an unnatural situation; she returned her hand to the box containing her chest and tried to feel what was where her head should be. Not feeling anything above the top of the upper torso box, she said, "What's going on?" Nobody bothered to answer, because it was totally obvious to them all what had happened, even to Quinn.



After a few moments to allow what was happening to sink in, Lisa said, "I can't really believe Quinn is still in those boxes."



Fred replied, "The voice from the end box, and the arm waving out of the second one and the fingers sticking out of the third aren't clues enough? Why don't you pick a box and slide the panel aside and see what's in there?"



Lisa did not need to be invited twice and went over to the head box and slid the panel to reveal Quinn's face, who was initially surprised by the sudden brightness, having been in the dark for the last couple of minutes. Lisa asked, "Are you alright?" not really having processed the situation enough to consider making a joke or being witty.



"That depends," began Quinn, "If being pain free and a little bit drunk is alright, I'm definitely alright. Then again, if being able to do what you want when you want, like scratching your nose, then I'm far from alright." Quinn demonstrated by reaching to the head box and failing to reach the hole through which her face could be seen. "If enjoying how I am is alright, I'm alright. If wanting to stay like this forever is alright, I'm not alright."



The boys, who had probably drunk more than the girls, looked puzzled. Lisa translated, "She's OK for now, but wants to be put back together sometime in the not too distant future."



"Exactly!" Quinn agreed.



"So, Quinn, What's it feel like?" asked Lisa. Kyle took this curiosity at face value, but Fred knew there was more to the question and hoped Quinn's reply would increase Lisa's trust in his magical abilities so that he might be able to persuade her to try something.



Quinn looked thoughtful for a few seconds; she realised that the importance of the question to Lisa and Fred. She did not want to exaggerate the pleasant feelings, but wanted to say it felt better than ok. "It doesn't feel much different from standing in the box before the blades went in; no pain or tingle or buzz as such, just a bit more constrained. But it does feel alright in a positive kind of sense" Lisa looked as if she was wondering whether more questions would get her more knowledge. Quinn picked up on this and to forestall a deep and detailed discussion of the feelings caused by being penetrated by eight blades, which she knew were definitely sharp, and divided into five, no eight, individual pieces, said, "Is my hair OK?"



Lisa took a glance at the back of the box she was talking to and said, "Yes, fine."



"Can you show me?"



"Of course," said Lisa and picked up the box and strode towards the entrance. She paused at the door and turned to the stunned males. "Rebuild Quinn while we're away, we won't be more than a few mins." They disappeared through the door into the entrance hall and made a bee-line for the ladies.



Kyle and Fred looked at each other and shrugged. They stacked the remaining sections back on top of the wheeled section. They deliberately did the restacking in the wrong order, because they knew Quinn could not object; after all, you do not get into a mismade illusion without expecting to end up mismade at some point in the proceedings.



Meanwhile in the confines of the ladies lavatories Lisa was showing Quinn in the mirror that her hair was undamaged, despite the state of the rest of her. "You're nervous, Lisa. What's up?"



"Well, I'm in two minds whether I want to take part in an illusion, and I'm sure Fred, and probably Kyle, will try to persuade me to be in something. So, I was hoping you'd be more positive one way or the other, so I could decide."



"You sound like you've experienced magic before."



"Yeah! It was when I was an air stewardess. I'd had a bad day, compounded by an insensitive pig of a pilot, so I went to a bar and got dragged into a magic act."



"I can see that might put you off. So, what'd he do?"



"He trapped me in a bondage device, he called it the 'assistant's revenge', and I ended up naked in front of the audience and then he buzzsawed me and chopped off an arm and a leg. By the time I got over my mood, my embarrassment and my shock it felt great, but I don't know if I want to repeat the experience."



"If I'm reading the situation right, I think you ought to give it a go or you'll wonder for the rest of your life if you missed out on something. I reckon you'll be happier if you choose the illusion for yourself; attack is the best form of defence, they say. Shall we go back and finish my illusion. I know they've restacked me and I know they've done it wrong, because my hand can touch the floor."



Lisa re-entered the hall and placed Quinn's head back on the cabinet and whipped away the sliding panels from the other sections. Predictably, at the top was Quinn's face, next down were Quinn's thighs, no longer concealed by her skirt. Below them was the green-clad waist and hips. Down another section was Quinn's chest, but her top did not seem as snug as before. And finally her shins and ankles, the skirt hem was not visible, but there was a strip of dark green fabric across her feet.



"Ok. When you've finished staring, someone let me know what I look like." Lisa pulled out her phone and snapped a picture, which she showed to the trapped Quinn. "I do look good in a kind of surreal way," Quinn said, with no false modesty, then she noticed something. "Where's the skirt of my dress? I could have sworn my dress had a skirt when I got in here. Unless, you hypnotised me to strip before I got in." Fred smacked the heel of his hand to his forehead in a gesture that indicated that he wished he had thought of that.



Lisa peeked into the thigh section and frowned. "I don't how to tell you this, Quinn, but there is a ring of dark green cloth 'round your knees sitting on the blade." Looking down, Lisa added, "And another strip round your ankles too."



The implications of these discoveries began to sink into the four friends' minds, fortunately, before Quinn could get worked up enough to launch into a stream of invective that would sour the leftover drinks and spoil the food, Fred said, "Now, Quinn, stay calm." The hypnotism held under the strain of Quinn's building anger. "It's not like someone died or killed your favourite pet. Once you sleep on it, you'll get a sense of proportion; it was only a dress."



Lisa's jaw dropped at the phrase 'it was only a dress'. She knew the hours that went into finding the perfect dress for an occasion. She expect Quinn to explode with a force that would flatten the hall.



As Lisa took a couple of steps backwards so as not to be in the line of fire, her jaw dropped still further, when she heard Quinn say, "I suppose you're right, but I did like this dress a lot. You owe me one... no... in fact, you owe me several... hundred." Lisa reflected that this only proves that there are limits to hypnosis. "So what's happened to the top? It would be good as a top, if I could find the right skirt or leggings."



Kyle stooped and pulled on the top and it came away in his hand. "Erm, I think that's ruined too, I'm sorry to say." He then paused to openly admire Quinn's shapely breasts, until she noticed the strip of jade green satin hanging from his hand, realised what had happened and brought up her hand to cover them.



"I think I want to be put back together and see what the damage is." The five stacked sections were soon reduced to five separate sections.



Lisa said, "Do I get to be in an illusion too?" She looked at Quinn's face and winked. Quinn's initial expression of surprise melted into a 'You go for it, Girl' smile.



- Continued in Lisa's Part -