Kyle'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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Continued from Lisa's Part

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"It feels alright to me to," added Quinn. "I always wondered what being penetrated by spikes or swords or whatever would feel like; now I know it feels good, despite getting only three or four spikes actually through me. I guess it must feel great to you Lisa, with all those other spikes."

"Let's just say I feel better than OK and might be persuadable to try something like this again."

Lisa was about to continue when Ann, another friend of Kyle's, breezed in through the door and said, "I was on the way home, after pouring the Andersen Twins into their beds, when I saw the lights were still on, so I thought I'd drop in and help with the clearing up." Then the scene she had stumbled on registered in Anne's mind; the pile of boxes containing the parts of a very naked Quinn and a box with flaming spikes sticking out the front and Lisa's head sticking out of the top. "Erm, what's going on guys?" she asked to anyone prepared to answer.

Kyle got his reply in first. "We found some magician's props in a back room and were trying them out. Would you like to try something?"

Fred blanched at Kyle's continuing lack of tact, all Ann's friends had be told why Ann was nervous of magicians and their assistants, but Quinn and Lisa seemed to also be in favour of sharing the magic.

"No way!" said Ann, not in a tone that expressed incredulity at the obvious truth, but in a manner that said wild horses combined with cattle prods would not get her near, let alone into, any form of illusion.

Fred decided to attempt the impossible task and persuade Ann, who was still relatively sober, to take part in something, no matter how tame. "Erm, why 'No way'? "

"You know as well as everyone, that I get nervous around magicians, they seem to always want to drag me into some trick or other, and it's been a serious embarrassment every time. Magician's seem obsessed about getting me naked, and don't want to be naked for an audience of any size."

"What if I found a trick that couldn't get you naked? And did I mention I'm not a magician, just a guy who knows some magic stuff? Surely the magic itself didn't feel bad?"

"Well, actually, they hurt like hell. I guess it was better than dying of being chainsawed vertically, but not something I want to repeat, at all."

"That guy must have been a terrible magician; if you don't, at least, kill the pain and for preference replace it with some pleasure, how are you going to retain an assistant or encourage volunteers?" Fred said, adding as an afterthought, "Unless he was trying to be cruel."

"I guess he was being sadistic, because he was performing at that kind of club. And another time there was no pain; I almost didn't notice my body had been moved to the side until I saw it. And he had an assistant who he'd used before and she seemed happy about it."

"I'm sorry to hear you've experienced some bad stuff, but let me assure you, as a friend, that I can make the magic feel good." Quinn and Lisa both made murmurs of agreement from their predicaments.

"So you can do magic on me without pain or me losing any of my clothes? So what did you have in mind?"

"Well, I'd have to check what 'Arthur the Archmage' left in the store room, but I reckon a guillotine would do no harm."

Fred looked at Ann to assess what else might be possible. She was wearing a handkerchief top (a scrap of silky white fabric held in place on her front by strings round her neck, the middle of back and her waist) and a short (mid-thigh length) skirt.

"I guess, something like a jigsaw is a possibility, we'd just have to make sure your skirt and top didn't get caught. Erm, other than that, I'd have to check what's there. Oh you could try the Op Art thing."

"Which one's that?" asked Ann.

"You must have seen it on the 'sexy show' when Gabriel introduced Annika." This was Kyle, because Fred was already heading to the store room. "Not the one with the expanding box, but the one with the squares that became a box containing Annika."

"Oh, that one. Yes I saw it. And I'm not doing it, because you may be alright, but I wouldn't trust Fred not stick his hand through the hole and start undressing me."

Kyle went to the door and called to Fred, "Don't both with the Op Art, Fred."

"Why not?" Fred called back.

"Because of what Gabriel did with it on the 'Sexy Show'. And, come to think of it the levitation will be out too."

"I'll bring what I've found." There followed some sounds of something being dragged towards the hall. Soon Fred was dragging a low bench into the hall. "Kyle, you and Ann can arrange things so that everyone can see." Fred caught Kyle's eye and nodded towards his phone. Kyle winked back. "I'll get the rest of it." Fred hurried off.

Kyle with some help from Ann moved the large prop containing Lisa to the side and turned it so that Lisa got a view of the proceedings and then dragged the bench to where the spiker had been. By now the flames on the spikes were beginning to go out.

"I guess this is for the jigsaw, given the groove in the centre of the bench and the brackets to attach the waist-stock to. You might as well lie down, Ann, and get settled."

Ann, evidently still in two minds about actually going through with this, approached the bench as if it might suddenly charge her and knock her off her feet. Once she sat down, she asked, "Should I lie down in any particular direction?"

"Sorry, can't help you with that. I guess, pick a direction and if it's wrong Fred'll get you to turn round."

Kyle had placed the bench diagonally, so that one end was nearer Quinn and the camera. Ann chose to put her feet at that end. Fred returned from the storeroom with a stock and a jigsaw.

"The bench is the wrong way round, Kyle, and so is Ann. Ann, stay put! Kyle get the other end and we'll turn it through 180."

Between them the Kyle and Fred turned the bench round with Ann lying on top; surprisingly Ann did not feel in danger of rolling off. It was the work of moments to fit the stock to the brackets on the bench and check that none of Ann's few clothes were in any danger of damage. Next Fred checked that the jigsaw was working, which was quickly evident from the rasping buzz when he pulled the trigger.

"We're just missing one thing now; some cloth to stuff the gap between Ann's belly, erm Ann's flat stomach, and the stock; so that she is not distressed by the sight of the blade ripping through her flesh." The last part was enclosed in air quotes.

Kyle was just wondering if he should go to the kitchen for a tea towel, when he noticed the remains of Quinn's top still draped over his shoulder. He handed this over to Fred, who quickly stuffed it into the gap.

As Fred triggered the jigsaw and fed it into the edge of the stock, Ann asked, "Are you sure this isn't going to hurt?"

"Absolutely, this may be your best magical experience to date." Fred pushed the jiggling blade forward until it made contact with side of Ann's waist.

"Hey, that tickles," called Ann with a giggle.

"That's good, because if the magic wasn't working, you'd be screaming your head off and bleeding all over the place."

"Could you make it tickle a bit less? I feel that if it tickles like that all the way through, I'll be on the verge of hysterics by the time you're finished. Besides I don't want to be a crinkle cut assistant."

"No danger of that," assured Fred. "I'm passing the blade through you, not cutting you in half. But I'll see what I can do to tone down the tickling, but the movement of the blade will inevitably cause some tickle. Are you ready for me to continue?"

Fred drew back the blade and waited the moment it Ann to consider the question and nod her consent. He slowly pushed the base-plate of the jigsaw along the top of the stock; pausing for a moment when the blade touched Ann's side again. On receiving a smile from Ann, he continued feeling safe that his efforts to supress tickling and pain and introduce pleasure were sufficient for the time being.

As the blade began to jiggle its way through her, Ann was feeling a light, but resistible, amount of tickling and a pleasant sensation that seemed to centre on the position of the blade, but radiate out from there in high frequency waves. She could not identify the nature of the pleasure she was feeling, but felt the nearest she could manage was a positive version of not having a tummy ache.

Just before the middle. Fred paused again to say, "Brace yourself, Ann! You might find the next bit somewhat more intense as I cut through your backbone." Ann briefly frowned as she tried to work out what Fred had said and then smiled again.

As Fred continued the jigsaw's journey, its tone changed as if it were having to do more work. As the blade slowly progressed through her spine, Ann felt a change in the feelings it produced; both the tickle and pleasure parts increased, but there was definitely some pain in the mix, but it was totally overwhelmed by the pleasure of the anti- tummy ache. Once Fred was through the middle, the tone of the jigsaw returned to what it had been before and soon the blade exited Ann and then the stock.

With the jigsaw switched off, Fred asked, "How was it for you?"

Ann giggled, then said, "Actually, it was quite pleasant. I wouldn't mind doing it again."

Fred high-fived the air. "That's what I hoped to achieve; to show you it's not the magic that's bad, it's just that you have met some terrible magicians." The others, Lisa from inside her spiked box, Quinn from the head-box on the table and Kyle from his seat on top of the box containing Quinn's lower legs, all welcomed Ann to the knowledge that magic was generally pleasant. Fred added, "It seems to me you just have to choose your magicians more carefully."

After short period during which they were all laughing, Fred asked, "Would you like to try the guillotine too?"

Ann's face showed the turmoil in her mind, this had been only one out of half a dozen magical experiences and was the first to be done with full consent and be positively nice, and Fred was being much more gentlemanly than usual; the pessimist inside her told her it can only get worse from here, her optimistic side said that it was the continuation of a rising trend. In the end (about thirty seconds) the drink she had consumed sided with the optimist, but the pessimist urged caution.

"Tell me what's involved! Is it one of those blade drops through the neck ones, or is it a blade stays in the neck one, or one that severs the head from the body?"

Fred paused thinking about the guillotine, he answered, "Both."

Before anyone could begin to make sense of that, he had stepped through the door and was dragging the equipment in question into the room.

The apparatus seemed to be a base from which rose two uprights about six feet tall and at the top a beam between the two supported a blade that located in channels on the insides of the uprights. There did not seem to be a stock, but there were a couple of bits of metal dangling from hooks on the outsides of the verticals, which clattered as Fred moved it from the door.

Kyle was the first to speak. "That looks like an odd guillotine; there's no stocks to hold a person's neck in place."

"I thought that at first, too. But then I noticed these," he pointed to the hanging metal pieces, "they are the stock and they get fitted once the victim is chosen (sorry, Ann, maybe I should have said volunteer), so that the stock can be adjusted to suit the height of the volunteer."

Fred rolled the guillotine up to the bench on which Ann still lay. "Alright, Ann, you scoot up so that your neck is in place and I'll fit the stocks, and Kyle could you release the waist stock so that Ann can move."

While Ann waited for Kyle to detach the jigsawing stock from round her waist, Fred picked one of the metal pieces and fitted it between the uprights. The piece that Fred had attached seemed to be a straight rod with a semi-circular deviation in the middle, the bottom of the half-round section was just above the height of the bench. The next piece Fred put in place, on the other side of the blade guide, was the same as the previous one, except for the addition of a loop like the outline of a head sticking out from the half-round section and some mesh joining the two loops.

Kyle spotted this new piece and asked about its unusual configuration. "I reckon that's the head catcher; to save the volunteer's head dropping uncontrolled into a bucket or a basket. Ann if you scoot up now we can show them how it goes."

Not entirely sure she really wanted to, Ann moved her body up and guided by Fred located her head in the loop that stuck out of the other side of the guillotine and lowered it. The mesh had a bit of give but supported her head with her ears at loop level and the semi-circular sections cradling her neck. Ann could also feel the blade width gap between the two sections.

While Ann was saying, "This is actually surprisingly comfortable," Fred was fitting another section above the first. "Although the sight of the blade hanging up there, waiting to fall through my neck, isn't," she added. Fred installed the final section of stock, which was the mirror of the section supporting Ann's head, including the mesh, which lightly rested on her face.

"Are you ready to be decapitated?" asked Fred.

Ann tried to nod, but found her head firmly restrained, so said, "I guess so," in a tone that suggested she was willing-ish, but not 100%, and there was risk that the parts of her, that thought they had more sense, might get together and veto the idea.

"Kyle, would you like to come and do the honours?" Kyle rose from his seat, causing Quinn's feet to roll backwards and collide with the table her head and Fred's phone were on. As he approached, Fred guided Kyle to the other side of the guillotine frame and showed him a small switch.

"On three, ok? One... Two... Three!" Kyle flicked the switch and there was a click as the blade was released and Ann began to experience 'bullet-time'.

There was a twitch of the blade as the release mechanism activated and for a fraction of a second, which she hoped would last a lifetime, but feared would take up a significant proportion of her remaining life, the blade hovered in place as if it was considering its options or just waiting for gravity to notice it. The next moment gravity did notice the blade and it was out of options as it began the slide down between the guide channels in the uprights. At first this fall seemed slow, almost leisurely, but soon it was accelerating towards Ann's trapped neck at walking pace, then at a run, then at speed of a car and finally, when it left her sight, at the speed of an unstoppable train. The sensation that shot through her tensed body, and particularly her neck, was a high speed version of having sharp knives trace paths on both sides of her neck from front to back; with her heightened and accelerated senses she felt she would recall every millimetre of that path at the base of her neck. Ann wondered if the blade had been in two parts that had separated round her neck. Such speculation was halted when normal time re-asserted itself with the crash of the entirely solid blade hitting the stops, a foot below the back of Ann's neck.

After several seconds during which nobody dared to breathe, Kyle said, "Wow! It looked as though it just went straight through; it barely slowed at all. Wow!"

"You can say that again! That was all the thrills of a rollercoaster ride packed into six seconds, or however long it took. As Kyle said - Wow!"

"And we're not finished," said Fred as he reached forward and unhung a pair of circular metal pieces with clips round the edge.

"What are those for?" asked Ann with a renewed nervousness.

"It's simple. They go here." Fred said, slipping the circles back to back through the blade gap in the stocks and rapidly clipped them in place around the sections round Ann's neck.

"Ok, I've got a couple of plates through my neck; what does that do?"

A few catches later, Fred said, "It allows me to do this," as he detached the part of the guillotine holding her head from the guillotine and rotated it so that Ann's neck rested in the shallow cup formed by the collar of the stock and the plate attached below.

"Hold your horses, cowboy. This is a bit disorientating. Put me down, before I throw up."

Taking it more slowly, Fred propped Ann's head on top of the small stack of mismade Quinn, so that it was in the approximately the place Quinn's head occupied relative to her shoulders. Ann took a long blink to reset her balance; while her eyes were shut she could feel the bench against her back and the steel collar about the base of her neck restricting her shoulder movements. When she re-opened her eyes she saw her body lying on the bench.

She began to say, "Is that really my body?" but only got three words in, because she moved he hand to adjust her top in an automatic gesture and spotted what she was doing. Ann spent a moment thinking about what should happen next. "Can I sit up?" she asked.

"Of course," replied Fred, "Just give me a moment to release the stock." He went to the guillotine and did something and Ann could feel that she was now supporting the weight of the stock. "Just go careful, because you've got some rigid metal pieces across the tops of your shoulders."

Ann cautiously sat up and swivelled to sit facing her head; the stock felt better now that it was pressing down on the low stump of her neck, rather than hanging off the edge. Naturally, she raised her arms to feel where he head should be and check out the metal capping her neck stump.

"See," added Fred, "No risk of ending up topless either; not even a chance the string behind your neck will slip over the stump of your neck."

Something of a sparkle came to Ann's eye. "Hey, Freddy, do you need to be here to restore us, or is it a question of putting ourselves together and removing the blades?"

Fred thought about the question. He know that anyone could use these magical props if they applied a little knowledge, and pulling out spikes and blades, restacking boxes and lining up stocks were not the most difficult tasks, but he wanted to be there to see the result. "Erm, I don't think I actually need to be here for the restoration, but maybe it would be best if I hung around, so if you have problems I can try to sort things out."

"Ok, you and Kyle can wait in the kitchen, while we restore ourselves; I'm sure you two can find some washing-up to do. And when we have ourselves back together, you can go home and we'll finish the clearing up."

Reluctantly, the boys went to the kitchen. And still more reluctantly, they closed the door and began the washing-up.

"What's the plan, Ann?" asked Lisa.

"Well, I'm guessing this was some sort of set up, by the boys, to get you naked, knowing you are both interested in magic. So I thought it might fair play if they missed out on the chance to see you naked."

"But, I've been practically naked for a lot of the time," objected Quinn.

"And I promised Fred he'd get to see both of us totally naked if he let me take Quinn's hips in here with me," confessed Lisa.

"Hey! What?" exclaimed Quinn. She would have given her friend a sharp and very disapproving stare if she could have seen her from inside the head box.

"It makes perfect sense, to me, Quinn. If the spiker destroyed my dress, and I think it has, I didn't want to be the only one without a stitch on. So, bringing your waist section into the spiker with me meant you'd be as nude as me."

"That's a bit devious," accused Quinn.

"At least, I'm not hypnotised. They could easily just tell you to strip and you would do it. But I worked out the key phrase, so I can de-hypnotise you. But a promise is a promise."

"Hey, Ann, what you doin'?" asked Quinn as she saw Ann untying the string holding her top. "I thought you said you didn't want to get naked."

"I don't want to be got naked for an audience, but while you two were arguing, I thought I'd have a look at my body as others see it. Try and find out why magicians always want to get me naked."

"I thought you got to see it when you got your body swapped with that stripper," observed Lisa.

Ann paused. "I guess I did, but I didn't pay much attention; I was too busy trying to kill the bitch."

"Makes sense, but can we get on with fixing us," said Lisa, "I can feel the beginnings of cramps; I've been stuck in the same position so long."

Ann moved her headless body to the table under Lisa and steadied herself against it. "That's not as easy as I thought it would be; you know, walking headless, but at least I've played enough videos games that I have some idea what I'm doing." She positioned herself at the rear of the table and leaned forward to pull the bed of spikes from the box, but it would not budge.

"Hey, Fred!" Ann called.

"Yes?" replied Fred.

"I can't move the spikes."

"Have you released the catch at the bottom? It's a safety thing, I guess." Fred really wanted to walk back into the hall and see what was happening, but feared the consequences of going in uninvited.

It took Ann a few moments to find the catch by feel, but once the catch was undone she knew it was right. "Thanks, Fred," she shouted.

Ann straightened up and dragged the spikes from the box. Lisa felt herself being momentarily dragged backwards to the rear wall of the box before the sensation of round metal being pulled through her whole body. Of course, Quinn was feeling the same sensations in her hips, but sideways. They each felt multiple times the intense rubbing sensation as the still-warm tips of the spikes retreated into their bodies and the gap that had been made to accommodate the spikes returned to its formed position. Then as the points finally withdrew from their bodies, they felt the pleasure some freedom of movement; both sighed.

Ann looked at Lisa's face and said, "That looks like it felt good."

"Well, yes it did. It isn't just the feeling of the spikes being removed, which was nice, but I can now move a bit. But I need to get out of here; could you undo the top so I can get out?"

Ann's headless body came round the table a made a movement that, had she had her head in place, would have given a view of the catches on top of the box. "I can't see anything. I'm going to have to do this by feel." It to a few moments to undo the catches, then Lisa pushed the two halves of the box's lid aside, resulting a short-lived clatter as the Perspex flame guard fell of the back of the box.

Lisa lifted the box containing Quinn's hips and balanced it on the corner of the box, before adjusting herself and standing up. Once she was stood up the singed and shredded remains of her garment gave up clinging to her body and slid back into the box, leaving the curves that had supported them on view.

Ann gave a sigh and said, "Wow, you look good! I wish I looked that good."

"Don't do yourself down, Ann, You look good too. With a bit more self-confidence you could be an actress or model or anything."

"I hate to break up this mutual admiration society, but how about getting me together," Quinn asked.

"I think we should get Ann back together first, because she doesn't seemed to have totally got the hang of walking headless, and you don't want her to trip and drop a part of you, do you?"

Lisa took Ann by the hand and guided her back to sitting on the bench facing her head and the phone on the table. She then went to retrieve Ann's head and carefully picked it up by the bars extending from the side of her neck. "Go gentle," warned Ann, "I don't want to ruin this experience by being sick."

Taking care not to introduce any unnecessary movement, Lisa carried Ann's head and placed it on her neck. With some cooperation from Ann's body, Lisa soon had the two parts lined up and the intervening plates unclipped and removed.

"Wow! That's, kind of, a rush being reconnected to myself. If what you felt was like that I can see why people might like being magician's assistants." Another couple of clips later Ann was free of the stock too. She sat in the bench for a moment appreciating being in one piece again.

"What about me?" asked Quinn in a tone that suggested she felt a bit left out of the good feeling of being restored.

"You're next," stated Lisa as she went to move the bottom section of Quinn to the centre of the room in front of the bench.

Ann stood and went over to the other end of the table and lifted the upper torso box from the thigh box. She look around for a moment to see where she could put it down and decided on the table next to Quinn's head. As she placed the box on the table she noticed the phone. "Whose phone is this? It look like the latest model; I guess they'll want it back."

Lisa and Quinn locked eyes in a 'Do-we-say?-Don't-we-say?' moment. Lisa finally said, "That's Fred's. He's been recording the magic." She was about to add that it would have seen Ann topless too, when it became obvious that that was redundant.

"Ok, I get the message. I thought this experience was too good to be true. But at least I can do something about it." Ann placed her phone on the table. "Let's get Quinn back together."

Soon they had Quinn restacked in the correct order. It had been a bit awkward for a moment when they needed to straighten a peg to get the hip box back into its place, but now the cabinet had been rebuilt. Lisa looked puzzled, then called to the men in the kitchen, "Which order do we take out the blades through Quinn?"

After a pause Fred called back, "It does matter really, but you'll find it easier if you start at the bottom. And by the way, pull them straight out, don't stop part way out; it'll feel better that way."

"Thanks," Lisa said. "I wonder why it would be easier to do it from the bottom."

"Makes sense to me," said Quinn, "If you start at the top when you get to the bottom most of my body will be resting of the final blade, making it harder to pull out, but if it comes out first there's only the weight of the section above. Obvious really, but can you get on with it, I'm getting boring of being a boxed person."

Eight clatters later, Quinn reached round with her right arm and released herself from her confinement. As she stepped out of the box she took a pose and said, "ta-da!"

Instantly Ann picked up Fred's phone and stabbed the stop button.

"What are you going to do with Fred's phone?" Lisa asked.

"Nothing serious," answered Ann, "I feel I ought to smash the damn thing, but I'll just transfer the video file to my phone and then edit and censor it before I return it to Fred and the rest of you, 'coz I for one don't want my boobs plastered all over the internet; it's bad enough they've been seen by several hundred more than I want, without adding millions to the total. This'll take a couple of minutes, you can de-hypnotise Quinn and when we're ready I'll put that cabinet away and get dressed, while you two do your show for the boys and give them their marching orders. And once we've cleared up, I'll give you both a lift home, because I'm sure you don't want to walk home like that."

Lisa guided Quinn to sit on the jigsawing bench and told her to relax. "Now, Quinn, when I have finished speaking you will no longer be hypnotized and will disregard the phrase 'Now, Quinn', but for the rest of the time until we get you home you will do anything that both Ann and I have told you to do. Do you understand?"

In a dreamy tone, Quinn replied, "Yes, Lisa."

"Right! Ann you finished?"

Ann held up a hand and counted down five seconds on her fingers. "Yep, done."

"Now what?" asked Quinn.

"I'll take this cabinet to that back room where you found it, while you and Lisa send the boys home, then we clear up and lock up and I take you two home."

Ann pushed the cabinet back through the door that the jigsaw bench and the guillotine had come and closed the door.

"OK, boys you can come back now."

A brief pause later, during the rattle of crockery being rapidly placed in cupboards was heard, Fred and Kyle returned from the kitchen to be greeted by the vision of naked Quinn and Lisa.

"Wow!" said Fred, "You two look great."

"Thanks," responded Lisa, "but now you are going to have to go. So pick up you phone and leave; Ann and us will lock up."

Fred picked up his phone and immediately notice it was not recording any more. "Who stopped the recording?"

"Ann did and deleted the video off your phone," replied Lisa. Fred looked disappointed, so she added, "But she took a copy and will send it back to you when she's edited her boobs out of it. Something about not wanting the whole world to see them. Now go before she comes back and wants to smash it instead."

The two boys made a swift exit.

Ann returned with her clothes back in place and looked out the door. "Great they're gone. Let's get this place back in some sort of order"

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Once Fred got home he dialled a number on his phone and left a voicemail. "Hi, Uncle Arthur, Fred here. Thanks a ton for the loan of some of your stuff. The five section mismade and the spiker worked like a dream; the jigsaw was effective, as was the guillotine; but I didn't get to try out any of the other stuff; maybe some other time. Oh and I'm sorry the mismade got a bit damaged; I'll pay for that to be fixed. Thanks again. Oh and I may have some video to show you later."