Sex Magic 03

After Maleficent and Lance's departure into opposite wings of the stage, each pushing a half of woman, Maleficent's non-named assistant, the stage remained empty for a short while. The audience contemplated what they had seen so far and most of them congratulated themselves on not having volunteered to be assistant to Maleficent. A few speculated on what the next act would astound and titillate them with.

Prospero, clad as a gentleman magician, strode purposefully onto the stage. He beckoned into both wings, prompting the entrance of Romeo and Portia. From the right came Romeo, a well build, but not muscular, man wearing a pair of Lycra shorts and a t-shirt, all in black. From the other wing entered Portia, to all intents and purposes she was naked, except for a pair trousers and a shirt composed entirely of sparsely spaced leather straps that obscured nothing and displayed her generously proportioned bosom.

Each of the assistants was towing a low trolley, which they parked near the front of the stage. The low platforms carried four boxes each. The boxes were a little over two feet square and nine inches deep. They were placed on the platforms with three set vertically with narrow gaps between them and the fourth resting on top and seeming to have sufficient weight to keep the configuration stable.

"I would like eight people to come up and collect one of these boxes each. I shall need them back shortly, but in the meantime the guardians of the boxes will be free to put their hands inside the boxes; you may find what you feel inside these boxes exciting."

Before the magician had finished his sentence there were more than eight people with hands up or already standing ready to be called up.

"It's nice to have such an enthusiastic crowd in. It looks like I'll have to choose some people to keep some semblance of order." He surveyed the group and then pointed out four on one side of the audience and another four on the other side whom he invited to come forward. When the people arrived at the foot of the stage, they were all handed a sticky label, a marker and a piece of blank white card. Each was then handed one of the boxes and asked to return to their seats.

When the shuffling about had died done, they were instructed to write a four digit number on the label in clear numerals and stick this on the patch on the front of the box; they were told that the front was the side with the padlock in the corner. The magician encouraged the writers to ornament the labels with whatever took their fancy; suggesting signatures, stick figures and smiley faces. Once stuck down and written on the box holders were asked to slide the card into the frame around the label so that nobody could see what had been drawn there.

While the boxes were labelled and the labels concealed, Romeo stacked Portia's trolley on his own and towed it into the wings. Portia went to the back curtain and pulled half of it to the side, revealing a white screen behind. With the black edge of the screen exposed, she returned to the centre to draw back the other side until the whole screen was on view. Romeo return from stowing the box carrying trolleys and handed Prospero a thin laptop.

"You may be aware that a lot of magicians don't like people poking about backstage with cameras; there are too many secrets there for a camera to be a comfortable thing for a magician, unless he is performing for one. And even then he has to be particularly careful that the secrets cannot be readily discovered from flaws in the performance or technique." He pauses and fiddles with the opened laptop and something looking very much like a computer desktop appears on the screen as the lights dim. "I'm sorry about the crudeness of the presentation, but I have yet to work out a better way of getting the images you are about to see to you in a timely manner, without a vast increase in the budget for this show. What you are about see I recorded on a camera set up backstage, downloaded and will played back to you entirely unedited."

The cursor moved over an icon with a name underneath that the eagle-eyed could read as 'DSC' followed by a number that was probably a date and time about five to ten minutes ago. The icon itself could be seen as a reel of film if you thought of that and squinted. The magician double-tapped on the laptop and moments later the screen was filled with a still image of a curtained area with a tall black rectangular column central in the field of view. The cursor traced a path to the bottom centre of the screen where a light grey circle containing a red triangle pointing right appeared. The cursor settle over the triangle and the magician tapped the laptop again. Briefly, the triangle transformed into a pair of vertical rectangles, before they, the circle bearing them and the cursor faded from view.

The scene remained static for a moment then footsteps were heard and Prospero's voice instructed someone to, "Go and stand by that cabinet over there!" Margot entered the view of the camera and some noise was heard that seemed to indicate Prospero was checking to see if the camera was running. He came in from the other side of the frame and told Margot that this was going to be her first illusion. She was excited by the prospect and bounced a little on her toes, causing her exposed breasts to jiggle and the satin swags at the base of her blue velvet corset to sway.

"What's this cabinet for? And why aren't we doing it on stage for the audience?" asked Margot.

"Let's call it preparation for another trick, shall we."

"Ok," she said, "So what's going to happen?"

"I can't tell you just yet, because I'll be showing what happens here to the folks out there once the other trick has started; and to tell you now would give them too much clue to what is going to happen."

"But I'm standing by a cabinet. If I know magicians, I'll be in it soon enough. I was just after a clue if I was going to be divided, vanished or penetrated." Margot winked at Prospero as she said, 'penetrated'.

"Looking at the cabinet, what do you think?"

"I don't know. It seems really, really plain; it could be for anything, but I don't see any holes or slots, so maybe not penetration or division. Come to think of it, I don't even see a door. How am I supposed to get inside? Is it one of the ones where the cabinet is lifted up, then lowered over the assistant?" She looked upward. "I guess not," she concluded.

"Why don't you go round the back to see if you can find a door there?"

Margot looked round the back of the cabinet and soon emerging from the rear, looking disappointed. "I can't find any obvious way in round there either." She tapped the black columnar cabinet; it made a noise that indicated that it was rigid, thin skinned and hollow, but whether it was wood, plastic or something more exotic remained a mystery.

Prospero reached and pulled on the top corner of the cabinet and the entire front face swung open.

"That's a bit cool," said Margot as she tried to circle round the magician to get a better view into the cabinet's interior. The magician shut the door and asked what she was doing. "Trying get a better look inside to get a better idea of what's in store for me."

"Of course. Be my guest!" He stepped back from the cabinet. Margot took the chance to reach up and pull on the corner that Prospero had used to open the door; she was disappointed, but utterly surprised, that nothing happened. "Having trouble? Allow me!" Margot stepped back to let the magician get within reach of the corner, but he reached for the nearest corner and the front opened in the opposite direction.

Margot could not see into the cabinet, because the door blocked view. "How is that possible?"

Prospero smiled. "I would say 'Magic', but in reality it is a bit clever engineering. I wish I could claim to have designed it myself, but I employ some very talented engineers to make these minor miracles possible. You want to see inside. What better way than getting in there?"

The assistant hesitated. Margot wanted to be involved in the magic and the sex, but wondered if it was wise to get into the cabinet of a stranger. Curiosity won the battle with caution and she stepped round the door and into the cabinet. She tapped on the wall on the cabinet and got back the same sound, allowing for differences caused by the open door. She looked round inside the cabinet. "I still don't have a clue, what this is going to do, but my guess is that you'll vanish me, because there doesn't seem to be any way to get anything that would cut or stab me through the walls. Will I be vanishing completely or will I turn up somewhere interesting?"

"Shall we find out?" asked Prospero. Margot look a little unnerved as Prospero reached for the door. In response to this apprehension, he added, "You'll be safe and I expect there will be some feelings along the way you'll enjoy. So, for the moment, stand comfortably facing the door and we'll see where this goes."

Margot did not get time to reply as sight and sound of her were cut off by the door being shut. The black column now contained Margot. Prospero went to the side of the cabinet and pulled a flap which became a thin flat shelf pivoted at the cabinet and held level with the ground by a thin wire. This shelf was low on the side. With the release of this shelf, a cascade of equally separated shelves fell in sequence as the one below had held the next flush against the side of the cabinet. The top two of these required Prospero to lift them before they dropped to hang parallel to the floor. He repeated this on the other side of the cabinet.

In turn, starting at the top and working his way down, the magician pressed the thin flat surfaces into the cabinet, from one side then the other. As he was inserting the last two, Romeo came into view. He waited for Prospero to finish what he was doing, before telling the magician that Maleficent had sent him backstage with Portia to find him, so that Portia could be restored.

"Bring her here and we'll do it now!"

The two halves of Portia hanging face down suspended from a couple of frames were wheeled in front of the cabinet and positioned so that her severed ends met. Prospero instructed Romeo to kiss the wound better. The magician left the scene. Romeo kissed and licked his way round Portia's line of separation; Portia gave every appearance of enjoying this attention. When Romeo was finished there was no evidence that Portia had been in two sections.

There was a quiet rumble off camera, then Prospero reappeared and organised getting Portia out of the frame, which consisted of having Romeo support her legs while the clips were released from the strappy trousers and then lowering her feet to the floor, then between them the men unhooked her from the upper frame.

"Ok, now your next job is to stack that stack of boxes on the wheeled platforms over there and take them to the wings." In the background there came the sound of a giant jigsaw. "We'd better get a wriggle on, because my sister is close to the climax of her act."

The magician on stage said, "I'll fast-forward this last bit." A couple of taps on the laptop in his hand cause the video being shown on the screen to move almost comically fast. The audience watched the two assistants unstack the cabinet and distribute it across the two platforms and make their separate ways back to the wings. The reactions of the two assistants to the revelation that they had a hand in disassembling and handing out the sections of their colleague to audience members could not be seen by the people watching, but Portia hoped that it had been as painless as her sawing in half and Romeo, who had got to talk to Margot a little while they changed, from the clothes they had arrived in, into their current costumes, felt confident that she would be having fun, even if it was not the type of fun she had anticipated.

"As you may have guessed, the boxes we distributed to the helpful members of the audience to be labelled are the sections of the cabinet which you just saw disassembled in the video. I am also guessing that those people holding the boxes have found the panels in the sides of the boxes and have felt inside. Please don't tell anyone what you found there. If you are someone holding a box and have not located the hatch and felt inside please do so now."

In the audience a few people lifted boxes into their laps and slid aside the hatch they found. They cautiously inserted their hands; those that had no theory about the contents, because they do not known what to expect; those who had an idea wanted to avoid damaging the contents. The others that had already explored through the hatches, reached in to explore some more.

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As the door shut on Margot she heard a click that implied that the door was shut until someone on the outside opened it again. This thought unsettled her, but she resisted the urge to push on the door or knock on it and plead to be released. In the total dark she took a deep calming breath and tried to find a comfortable stance. As she found her place her hands and elbows brushed against the side walls. She assumed that meant that she was still in the cabinet; not teleported to some other place or vanished from existence.

Something was happening outside the cabinet, she could hear to her left noises of things moving against the side of the cabinet, the two scraping sounds near the top of the cabinet, then silence resumed. From her right came a similar sequence of taps and scrapes.

Margot was unnerved by the noises outside, wondering if she would regret her lack of caution in entering this cabinet of unknown purpose. This introspection was interrupted by a something touching her head millimetres above her ear, then continuing in a path across the cabinet as if her presence in the way of that path mattered not. There was a sensation of something hard being pressed against her head in two lines starting at the point of first contact and travelling round both the front and back of her skull until they met on the other side. She raised her hand to feel what had happened and encountered a flat surface level with where the pressure had been. As she lowered her hand, another something touched her and a ring of pressure circled from the top of her upper arm, across her upper chest and high on her shoulder blades, to the other upper arm.

Not wanting to be caught in an awkward pose she quickly lowered her hand to rest on her upper thigh. The next thing was rings of pressure crossing just below her elbow, then the base of her ribs and finally below the other elbow. Margot tried to turn to see what was causing these feelings, but discovered that she could not move her upper body and the dark was no less dark than before. The next set of sensations pinned her hands at the base of her thumbs and her hips. There were three more sets of similar sensations which immobilise her at mid-thigh, just below her knees and at the mid-shin level.

A few seconds later the same sensations were repeated, but the opposed direction across her body and the last two seemed to be late compared to the timings of what had gone before. This was the last thing to happen for a while; she felt she was losing track of time, immobilised in the dark inside the cabinet.

Later she felt movement but this was vibrations and hints that gravity was not pulling from quite where it had before. These sensations were confined to the sections between the restraining rings of pressure. Each of her sections seemed to have end up turned sideways, except her calves and her feet; her calves did not notice any change, but her feet felt like they were pointing at the ceiling. There was more less-definable movement, the only thing Margot was sure of about it was the different sections did not seem to moving in synchrony.

Margot was confused about how the sections of herself related to each other and was relieved when most of the movement stopped. At this point a new dimension to her peril made itself known.

She felt something touch her forearm. Soon this touch had extended to her belly and then the small of her back. She soon felt tugging at the fastenings of her costume there. She was distracted from this by something touching the top of head.

She felt the section of costume about her belly loosen and then disappear. A while later there seemed to be a resumption of movement and now all sections were being touched; her feet, her shins, her exposed breasts and her knees.

She saw some faint light from a place not in her fixed field of view and this dimmed a little, then a hand came into view. The hand stroked her upper chest and gently felt her face, seeming to be aware of the need to be cautious in its touch.

Then her section from hip to mid-thigh was touched and the hand touching her explored her upper legs and groin. The owner of the hand seemed well versed in the points of interest in that part of her and was vigorously teasing her, to the point that she nearly forgot the hands touching her other sections.

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"Now that the box guardians have discovered what is in their boxes, I don't want them to tell anyone. But when I ask you please return the box to one of my assistants. Portia your job will be to stack the boxes in any order you feel like; if you feel like putting a box in the stack third from the bottom, just take the boxes off the top, put on the new box and replace the boxes back on top in whatever order you fancy. The most important thing for the minute is not to get the boxes the wrong way up, because the cards covering the numbers the box holders must not fall out. Romeo you can help her or this could become a protracted affair; and we don't want people to get bored."

As each box holder was called upon to return the held box, they walked up to the stage and handed their boxes to Romeo who helped Portia stack them and rearrange them. Inside the boxes Margot felt movement happen as the touching hands were withdraw from touching her parts, but the movement seemed to be confined to one section at a time.

"Now that the sections are stacked, does anyone think that the sections are stacked in the right order?"

After some muttering within the audience, someone shouted, "Of course they are; this is a magic show."

"Good point, sir. But I have not had enough time to train Portia and Romeo here how to stack the boxes in the right order, or unstack them in a particular order either. And does anyone here have the memory and concentration to work out what went where, because I certainly don't, nor the eyes everywhere that would require. But, as you so rightly pointed out, this is a magic show, so let's see how we've done. Romeo you'll find a portable camera in the wings over there; it should be ready to go, you'll just need to press the on button."

Romeo walked into the wing indicated, found the camera and switched it on. Prospero fiddled with the laptop, producing a blank screen which was soon replaced by the image from the camera. "Good, now come in close and we'll see if the numbers on the boxes are in the right order."

As the cards were removed, the numbers written beneath were displayed a little unsteadily on the screen and read out by Prospero. By the miracle of magic the numbers were in numerical order lowest at the bottom to highest at the top, each differently ornamented, from some artistic swirls, through a sketch of a reclined nude to a crude sketch of a cock and balls with a set of initials. The box guardians were asked to speak up if their number and decoration did not appear. Nobody spoke up to claim their number and doodle were missing.

"Time to release, Margot and see if she is in the right order. Portia, Romeo, starting at the bottom you'll find some ridges; pull on these until the wire goes taut and then move up to the next one until you reach the top."

The thin flat surfaces were soon once more sticking out from the cabinet, instead of sticking in. At Prospero's instruction, his two assistants tugged at the bottom corners and the front of the cabinet pivoted about its top edge. Inside stood a dishevelled Margot; her hair was tousled and the mid-section of her costume was missing.

"Margot, welcome back."

"How did I get here?" she asked.

"You did your first illusion. But I shall not be needing you until after the interval, I'm going to lend you to a member of the audience." Margot looked a little disappointed. "But you are going to get to choose who. So think of a four digit number." Margot's expression went from disappointed to perplexed, but it was immediately obvious she had a number in mind. "Now for some more audience participation. You'll find an envelope taped under your seats; please retrieve it. You'll find a number written on it. Now, Margot, what is the first digit of your number?"

Not sure where this was leading, shouted out, "Three."

"Would the members of the audience whose number begins with three please stand," instructed the magician. Three people stood; a woman in a white silk dress, a man in a casual suit and another man in leather trousers and very short T-shirt. "Ok, Margot, What is your next digit?"

"One," announced Margot. The man in the suit sat down.

"And next?" asked Prospero.

"One again," said Margot. Both people standing remained standing.

"And the final digit of your number?"

"Two." The man sat, with a look of disappointment on his face. The woman came forward to collect her prize. Prospero invited her to step up onto the stage.

"May I have the name you have chosen? Or would you rather I named you?" enquired the magician.

"I'm torn between Titania and Hermia. You choose!" the woman offered.

Prospero took a step back to take in the woman's figure and demeanour. "Welcome, Titania! You are now the temporary owner of Margot. She is yours to do with as you wish, on the condition that she be returned at the end of the interval unharmed. If you wish somewhere private to be with her, there are a few rooms through the door over there." The magician took Margot's hand and placed it into Titania's.

Titania drew Margot close and whispered something to which Margot nodded. Titania whispered some more, took half a step away from Margot and turned to face the audience. Margot stepped behind her new 'owner' and bent to grasp the hem of the silk dress either side of Titania's knees. As Titania raised her arms, Margot drew the garment up Titania's body exposing in turn pale thighs, a shaven groin, a flat belly and modestly proportioned breasts with hardening nipples. Once the dress was gathered round her head, Titania took hold of it and pulled it down her arms. She handed the garment to Prospero. "You are now the temporary owner of my dress, to which I shall attach the same conditions." The magician did not quite hide the surprise he felt at the turn of events. He nodded and waited a moment to see if Titania took Margot to the chair in the audience or headed for the door beyond which lay the private rooms.

Titania turned and took Margot's hand and with a gentle tug pulled her back to the black box. She stepped into the box and hauled Margot in after her, wrapping an arm round her so they were pressed together in the cabinet. Her other hand was soon exploring her prize's crotch. A quick whisper and Margot emulated her and they locked lips, but not before Titania gave Prospero a significant look.

As it became clear to the audience that Margot and Titania were planning on taking 'making out' to the next level. Prospero stepped forward and slammed the door to the cabinet shut and with a quick word, set Romeo and Portia to reinserting the blades that had separated Margot into eight sections before this started; both were surprised, but relieved, at the ease with which the blades penetrated the box. As the final blades were pushed home, Prospero exited the wings pushing one of the low trolleys that had carried the cabinet onto the stage. Taking the hint, the two assistants unstacked the black column into its component boxes and restacked it a more haphazard fashion on the trolley.

Prospero held out an arm, which Portia took, and they exited arm in arm followed by Romeo pushing the trolley piled with the component parts of the cabinet, Titania and Margot.