The Erotic Magic Club: My Sister


When I first read Doug S's stories about the erotic magic club, I thought it must be totally fictional, but then I thought that I hadn't been to Exeter in 12 years (when I was at university there), so it might be worth looking into. Some careful enquiries later I had discovered that the club existed and I had their phone number. So I decided to give them a ring.

I rang at about 10 o'clock on Wednesday morning. After six rings a sleepy female voice wearing a fake smile answered, "Good morning, Erotic Magic Club, how may I help you?"

It suddenly occurred to me that they worked late into the night and most likely I had woken up the Müller's. "Morning, Suzy, sorry if I woke you," I apologised.

The response was, "Huh?"

"I'm sorry! My name is Vaughan and I've read Doug's stories about your place and I wondered if you were still open and if I could book a table."

"Um, Yes we're open and, of course, you can book a table; for how many?"

I said for one and we started talking about how to get there and where to park. At about that time my sister arrived and asked who I was talking to.

I replied, "Hi, Jenna. I'm just booking a seat for myself at the Erotic Magic Club, you know, from those stories I showed you."

Jenna brightened. "Can I come too?" she asked. "I'm free this weekend and would love to see the magic."

While I checked with Suzy that two good seats could be booked, Jenna followed her own thought processes and then asked if there was any chance of her being the magician's victim. I handed the telephone to Jenna and let her talk to Suzy.

You might think it peculiar that anyone would want to be a magician's victim, especially knowing from the stories the pain and discomfort involved. The truth is that my sister is a bit of a masochist and has been for about twenty years, ever since I tied her up at the age of 9 (I was 12 at the time) and she enjoyed it; we've been playing tie-up games ever since. She has been a model even longer, starting by modelling children's clothes at the age of six and progressed from clothes, through lingerie and glamour modelling, and now runs her own bondage web site with herself as the main model.

From the end of the conversation I could hear, I could tell that Suzy was trying to dissuade Jenna from volunteering. This only made Jenna more enthusiastic to take part. When it became clear to Suzy that Jenna was determined to offer herself as victim, she seemed to like the idea of saving herself or one of the other girls the ordeal of assisting Jim. Then Jenna hung up.

"So you've offered to assist Jim in the magic section of the show?" She nodded. "Are you sure that's wise?"

"I don't know, but I haven't been accepted yet. I have to ring back after four to talk to Stavro and Jim. Suzy gave me the number of the club's private line. But I've got to go shopping."

Before she went shopping, I asked her how the dawn photo shoot in the woods had gone. She said it went very well and they had only been interrupted once by a rather surprised jogger.

That afternoon when Jenna rang Stavro, I listened in on the extension.

"Good Afternoon. Is that Stavro?" started Jenna.

"Yes, who is this?"

"My name is Jenna. I spoke to Suzy this morning and she said I needed to talk to you."

"Ah, yes! Suzy did mention that. So you want to be a dancer at my club?"

"No. I think you got that wrong, I just want to assist your magician, Jim, in his act."

"You what ...?" exploded Stavro.

"I want to assist Jim in his act - as his assistant."

"Do you realise the kind of act Jim does? He's not your typical rabbit from a hat magician, you know."

"I know, I've read Doug's stories. And, I'm not your typical magician's assistant wannabe, either."

"So you are really volunteering to assist Jim? You don't want any money, do you?" inquired Stavro cautiously.

"Not a penny. In fact, if I like it, I'll hire Jim and the club for an afternoon for a photo-shoot for my web-site. I've set up an account for you so you can check me out if you like." Jenna reeled off a URL, a username and a password.

After a pause Stavro made a couple of complimentary remarks about Jenna's physique and flexibility. He then said he would be delighted to arrange for her to assist Jim.

"Aren't you going to consult Jim before saying yes?" queried Jenna. "Won't I need some preparation?"

"No. Jim is always saying that he could do his magic with any willing female assistant and I, for one, believe him. When are you coming?"

"Friday," answered Jenna. "My brother is coming to," she added, making it sound as if our expedition to Exeter was her idea.

Later I asked what she had got when she went shopping. She just said it was a surprise for Friday.

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Friday came and, as usual when Jenna was involved, we were running late. I drove quite a bit faster than legally I should have down the M5 motorway, until the early weekend traffic going to the sunny southwest became too heavy, then we crept along at between 40 and 50 miles per hour. When we got to Exeter, the roads weren't quite in the places I remembered (they've changed the one-way systems and I never drove while I was a student). Needless to say, we got a bit lost. Then Jenna insisted on changing in the van. When she emerged instead of the t-shirt and jeans she had travelled in, she had on a mid-thigh length black satin slip dress and a pair of three inch heels in purple that I had not seen before.

When we arrived the first half was nearly over so we only caught the final part of the contortion act as we were shown to a table in the second row from the stage. Then we watched and applauded as a girl in tight red leather shorts did a routine involving sword-swallowing and fire breathing.

Then there was an interval which allowed the club's patrons to refresh their drinks at the bar and take a comfort break. During this break the girl in green shorts and heels, Suzy, came over to talk. The first subject of conversation was whether Jenna was really determined to go through with being Jim's assistant for the night. Jenna was adamant that she would do it no matter what. Once Suzy seemed convinced that Jenna would do it, whatever it was, Jenna asked, "So what is the worst he can do to me?"

"Most of the girls reckon the pole and its reverse, the tube, are the worst. It's quite painful and humiliating having you guts straightened inside your body. You're not going to have to do that one though."

"Why's that?" Jenna and I asked in unison.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but Jim has invented another trick and he's bound to want to try it out tonight."

"But I thought that the illusion was selected at random," commented Jenna.

Suzy paused and made a face. "You know magicians."

Having absorbed the implication, we both nodded. Then Jenna asked, "What is this new illusion then?"

"Sorry," apologised Suzy, "But I can't help you with that. I just don't know. He's been working on it for over a week. Some idea he got from Doug, I think, but he's being very secretive about it. It's most unusual; I usually end up being the first victim in some sort of rehearsal. I wonder who he's tried it out on."

"Speaking of Doug; is he here? I'd quite like to meet him in person," I asked.

"No, He'd usually be, but he called Jo yesterday and said he had work in some weather office up near Reading. The Met Office seem to think they need him there for the weekend. I'm sure he would have loved to meet one of his readers."

At this point, the lights dimmed further than they already were and Jim and Stavro stepped onto the stage.

It took a few moments for the audience to quieten enough that Stavro could be heard.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I trust you enjoyed the first half."

There was a general murmuring of agreement with various voices expressing their particular approval of a specific girl or her act.

"Most of you will know that at this point in the evening we usually select at random one of our performers to be the featured assistant in Jim's magic." More sounds of agreement. "But tonight is a little different." This seemed to be news to Jim. "Tonight we have a volunteer in the delightful form of Jenna." Jenna took this as her cue to stand up and walk to the stage. As she stood beside Stavro, he continued, "Jim, have you even met, or been in touch with Jenna? (It makes a change to ask the magician if he knows the volunteer)."

"I've never met her before," Jim avowed, "but as to being in touch with her, I can't be sure, she looks vaguely familiar, but I haven't a notion where from. And I certainly have never been in touch to plan any magical stuff."

Stavro whispered something to Jim, and his face showed recognition. "Well, I am honoured and, more importantly, reassured that she won't ruin the act by not being up to the physical rigours." Jenna took this as the compliment that it was obviously intended to be.

"Now we have our featured assistant, the beautiful Jenna, we would usually select which featured magical act Jim was going to perform at random, but tonight I know Jim is dying to premiere his latest creation, so we shall dispense with the charade of pretending to select it, and invite Jim to show us all, and particularly Jenna, what his latest magical invention is. So, Jim, what have you called it?"

Jim looked a little stunned, as if he had been expecting a normal show, with one of his usual illusions and one of his usual assistants. He almost looked as if all his birthdays had come at once. He had my sister as his beautiful and hardy assistant and he was getting to show off his newest illusion without having to resort to the fiddling the result of the envelope selection.

"Would you like to prepare yourself," Stavro asked Jenna.

Jenna's hands went to the hem of her flimsy dress and without hesitation drew it up her body and then down her arms. As she balled up the garment, I had time to note that she was not totally naked underneath, but was wearing a pair of purple leather shorts in a style that matched the shorts that the rest of the dancers wore. She threw her dress at me with deadly accuracy so that it hit my chest and dropped into my lap; many of the men looked at me with some jealousy, wishing they had been the target, with the prospect of Jenna coming to them to retrieve her dress.

Jim and Stavro paused looking upon Jenna with mute appreciation. Jim finally announced, "This new illusion of mine I have not got a name for yet, but any suggestions will be gladly received and considered. For the time being, I shall call it 'dividing a woman'."

Suzy and the fire eater pushed a large prop onto the small stage.

Jim continued. "I have set myself the challenge of dividing a women into many more pieces than anyone (magician or otherwise) has divided a human body into. The first problem I thought would be to divide the woman in to that many pieces, but that turned out to be quite simple for a man with my talents, the real difficult parts are counting the pieces and not losing any."

Jenna looked a little nervous; the illusions she had read about might have stressed her body into uncomfortable shapes, but did not include the dividing into many parts or the danger of losing pieces on the way.

Jim carried on oblivious of Jenna's discomforted state. "Of course, at this stage, I haven't a clue how many pieces will result from tonight's experiment. So, to determine that, I have invested in a second-hand pill counter from the Royal Devon and Exeter were selling to try and help balance the hospital's budget. With a bit of experimentation I discovered the size range of pieces it could handle and then I had to fiddle with the electronics a bit to get it to power a display that you all can read. Then lastly I had to find a container that would contain all the pieces without the risk of any going astray. Luckily in the same sale I was able to get my hands on a huge bottle."

"So this is the equipment," he continued. "In the middle is the pill counter sitting on this big display. The bits of my victim will drop into this hopper and pass through the machine to be counted and then along this clear tube into the funnel and drop into the bottle. The first bit, where my victim will start out, is this clear tube hinged on the side to allow access for Jenna and so that I can make adjustments as we go along."

"It's time to get started," he said, pulling open the front of the tube. Suzy brought over a set of steps. "Ok, Jenna, step up onto the platform and we'll get you strapped in."

Jenna cautiously stepped onto the thick platform at the base of the tube, directly above the hopper of the pill counter. Jim followed her up and began the process of strapping her in so that she was held in place. The first straps were placed round her waist, upper arms, wrists and finally neck and forehead. She was invited to check that she was secure enough by raising her feet. At this point Jim took the chance to pull the purple leather shorts from Jenna's hips; saying that he did not want them in the way to damage the mechanism and she did not want them to be destroyed by the machinery. As the shorts reached her feet he removed her heels too and passed them down to Suzy. The audience cheered at this development. Jim finished the restraint of my sister by putting a strap over the top of each thigh. He also pointed out that the straps were fastened outside the tube, for reason that would become obvious later, with the added benefit that Jenna, even if she could get a hand free, could not free herself from the straps.

Suzy rolled the steps away, once Jim was back down on the stage. Jim closed the tube and fitted a padlock to make sure that it remained shut.

"Now, I just need to switch everything on and we can start the machine." A couple of clicks later the pill counter showed a green light and the display it sat on showed 6 zeroes.

"One last thing to do before I start the machine dividing my lovely volunteer (not a phrase I thought I would ever use, because while my usual assistants are lovely, they can hardly be described as volunteers) there is one last thing to do."

The magician pulled the floor from the tube, so that Jenna was no longer held up by the platform, but hanging by the straps. There still seemed to be something like a floor, but Jim quickly explained that this was the device that would do the dividing by driving a small network of blades into whatever part of Jenna was lowest at the time and then slice the pieces off so that they dropped into the hopper below, to be counted and stored in the big bottle.

Jim pressed a button and Jenna visibly winced and after another few seconds she winced again as a small shower of fragments dropped into the hopper and slid through the pill counter and on down the tube into the bottle. Most of the pieces were through causing the counter to rapidly tick up to 92, when Jenna winced again and more pieces dropped into the hopper.

"This process is, unfortunately, quite slow; so, while Jenna is being chopped into little pieces, I shall endeavour to entertain you and break off to make adjustments as necessary."

"Suzy and Jo, I need you to come here and stand at the front of the stage back-to-back."

Suzy, who had settled in the seat next to me where Jenna had sat, looked disappointed that she was not get the break from the magic she had hoped for since my sister had volunteered.

With Suzy and Doug's Icelandic girlfriend in place, Jim pulled a set of tassels from the pocket of his jacket and attached this to his assistants' nipples with a loop of wire. Each tassel hung immediately under the nipple to which it had been attached, except the one fitted to Jo's left nipple which hung down nearly a foot.

Before beginning the trick, Jim returned our attention to Jenna's predicament and we could see that the device that had been the floor of the tube was risen up to her calf level and the counter was reading several thousand. Below the device was empty air, occasionally crossed by a shower of falling fragments of my sister's flesh.


Jim drew our attention back to Suzy and Jo, by performing a passable version of the sticks and tassels trick, where each time he pulls on a short tassel it extends to being a long tassel while the long tassel retracts to be a short one. He had performed the first round of this with the tassel-wearers back-to-back.

Jim took a break from tassel pulling to release and remove the straps across Jenna's thighs before the cutting machine reached them. Jenna seemed to be getting used to the regular cut then slice, but also a little worried by what might happen when the device reached the top of her thighs. While Jim repeated the tassel pulling, but this time with the girls standing side-by-side.

I watched Jenna. Her reaction to each slicing was becoming less wince and more 'this is happening; better get used to it'. She was apprehensive about whether the sensations of the device chewing her crotch to pieces would be bearable. I detected in her expression a determination that no matter how bad it felt, she was not going to scream.

Jim paused the tassel pulling action to watch the moment when Jenna's groin was first nibbled by the machine that was turning my sister into a heap of pill sized pieces in a huge glass bottle place below the device and to the side.

The expression on Jenna's face when the machine finally bit, showed me that she had reached the point where the difference between pleasure and pain had been eroded so much that there was no difference between the two.

Jim went to the machine and caught a few pieces as they fell into the hopper, which was starting to fill as the rate of adding of pieces was exceeding the rate at which they were being counted into the bottle. The count was ticking into the 30,000s. Jim let some of the pieces in his hand fall through into the hopper. He held up a piece and rubbed it between his fingers; the reaction on Jenna's face was priceless. From the reaction the audience concluded that the splinter of Jenna was her clit.

Jim dropped the piece into the hopper as if this was unimportant and returned to the tassel trick this time separating Jo and Suzy and after removing the waist and wrist straps from the tube, sending them into the audience so that the men there could try out the effect of pulling tassels for themselves. I was fun watching the long tassel pull back when someone pulled on a short tassel hanging from the breast of other girl halfway across the room.

About the time that the device was beginning to chew on the undersides of Jenna's boobs, Jim called the girls back and removed the tassels. He had them hold hands and interlace their fingers; the resulting double fist he covered with a cloth. In a sudden move he slid the cloth up Jo's arm to where her elbow was; this did not reveal the entwined hands just plain arm.

Jim abruptly went back to his disintegrating assistant and caught another handful of falling shreds, most of these he dropped into the hopper, but two he retained, which I later discovered were Jenna's nipples. He handed one each to Jo and Suzy; into their free hands. This movement caused the cloth to fall from the girl's combined arms, revealing the intertwined fingers where Jo's elbow should have been.

Jim asked them to remove their hands from each other, to show that Jo's forearm was missing and her hand was directly connected to her elbow, while Suzy's forearm seemed twice as long as it should be.

Just after Jim had restored Jo and Suzy's arms to normal, there was a beeping from the machine. The machine had stopped at Jenna's neck. And the last few bits were dribbling down the tube into the glass bottle.

Jim looked at the display and read, "One hundred and seventy six thousand, four hundred and twenty seven pieces in the bottle and add another one for her head. I think that might be a new world record. So, Jenna, how does it feel to be a world record holder?"

Jenna's eyes focussed on Jim. "That was quite painful, so I reckon there are many more records I would prefer to be the holder of."

"For that remark, I think I shall ensure that you are the holder of this record forever."

"What do you mean by that?" asked my sister with her voice at a higher pitch than usual.

"You'll see, or maybe you won't; I'd be quite interested to find out if you do."

He pushed the giant bottle to the side and replaced it with another bottle, still big but not as big as the first. He pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button.

"Oh no! You can't! Please!" screamed Jenna at surprising volume for a person detached from their lungs.

"You were the one who volunteered," pointed out Jim before passing the time it took to fragment my sister's head and drop its component parts into the new glass bottle, by calling another of the dancers onto the stage and tying a knot in one of her legs.

As the dancer hobbled off the stage, Jim looked at the display. "187,376. That is about what I estimated and I challenge anybody to point out any instance where a human being has been divided into more pieces and survived."

Someone in the audience called out, "How do we know she has survived?" This person I noticed later get a drink from the bar without paying, and therefore suspect that he was bribed to call out.

Jim acted as if he had been insulted, saying that he would be restoring Jenna later, partly out of duty to the volunteer, but mainly because he could not deprive the world of a body like hers.

To prove this he said he would be doing a partial restoration for the moment. He lifted the smaller of the two bottles and put a bung into it and then shook it. The pieces of Jenna's head rattled about in the confines of the bottle. He placed the bottle on a low table near the edge of the stage and took off his jacket. He draped it over the bottle for a few seconds.

When Jim retrieved his jacket and put it on, he revealed Jenna's head reformed inside the bottle.

"Good God! That was painful, weird and I loved it." She said, before she realised that her voice sounded different inside a bottle and that she was a head and nothing more. "Hey, Magic boy, where's my body?"

Without a word, Jim brought forward the larger bottle full of Jenna pellets.

"Ok, what happens next?"

"Until closing time, you will sit her and watch as the customers reach into the bottle and run their hands through your body. After we close I put you back as you were and if you ever want to volunteer again I feel sure I can make life interesting for you in any number of different ways."