The Interactions Between Blades, Rods, and Asses

The rehearsal room suddenly became quite lively once a young woman entered.

“Michael!” The woman greeted the young man who was also in the room. She wore a crop top, jeans, and a pair of high heels. On the other hand, the man wore a button-down shirt, his own wider jeans, and black shoes.

“Hello, Danielle,” Michael said. He returned the big hug Danielle just gave.

“I told you to call me Dani!” she said wearing a grin, breaking off the hug.

“But I like Danielle…” he remarked.

Dani’s grin grew bigger. “All right, just for you.” She finally took a look around the room. “So, how do you want me?”

“You’ll just help me test a new illusion, that’s all.”

Michael brought over two sets of stocks, both painted red and about waist-high. Each set was on its own wheeled platform and was propped up by a post on either end. One set has three holes: a central hole with two smaller holes flanking it, and the other has just one big hole. Both sets split into upper and lower parts and were held together by latches.

He opened both stocks and invited Dani in. “In you go, ma’am.” Her grin returned after realizing how she would be positioned.

“This seems like a very convoluted way of getting me to bend over,” she jested, tying her light blonde hair into a bun before placing her neck, wrists, and waist into the awaiting holes. She spread her legs a bit to lower herself into the holes.

Michael paid her comment no mind as he closed the stocks on her. He then took the front stocks and carefully pulled it away from the back stocks, as far as Dani’s body would let it.

“Ah!” Dani squeaked as her torso was stretched out to its natural limit.

“The holes aren’t too snug, I hope?” Michael said, locking the wheels of stocks.

“Nah, they’re a perfect fit, almost too perfect,” she craned to show him a smirk, “but the wrist holes are too big, though.”

“That’s because they’re not for your wrists.” He went in front of her and took hold of her hands.

“What are you doing—ah! Ah!” With a great heave, he yanked her forearms through the holes, until they could go no further.

“How about now?” Michael asked again.

“Okay, the arm holes are maybe a little tight,” Dani said. “It hurt when you pulled my arms through all the way.”

“Sorry, I didn’t think that through. Do you wanna get out?”

“Nah, it’s okay,” she assured him. “Gotta get used to a little manhandling every now and again.”

“If you say so,” he said. “Back to the matter at hand, can you try freeing yourself?”

Dani struggled, shaking the whole thing. The stocks mostly held fast.

“I can twist my head a little before it starts to hurt, but that’s kinda it,” she stated.

“Good, now I can start the actual trick,” said Michael.

He brought over this time a table on wheels. From its surface, he grabbed what looked to be four roller blinds. He attached these one at a time to the tops, bottoms, and sides of the stocks, completely covering Dani’s body between the stocks.

“What were those?” she inquired. The mirror-lined walls would have helped her see what Michael was doing, but she happened to be facing the one wall that had no mirrors.

“Roller blinds,” he indulged her question while grabbing another thing from the table. “I had them specially made for this trick, with extra retraction force.”

“Extra retraction force?” Dani seemed genuinely confused, watching Michael approach the front stocks. “What does that mean?”

“That’s enough talking,” he said, pushing a ball gag into her mouth. Despite the initial shock, she straightened her head, so that Michael could fasten the gag easier.

“Hmm!” Dani shook her head, realizing that he accidentally undid her bun.

“Sorry again,” Michael said. He tried to move some hair so that Dani’s face would be less covered, but that quickly went nowhere.

“I should probably continue with the trick,” he said.

“Mmnh, puobuhbleh,” Dani mumbled through the gag.

Crouched in front of her, Michael unlocked the wheels of the front stock.

“You ready, Danielle?” he asked.

Dani nodded and waved her hands.

“All right, here goes.” Michael snapped his fingers.

Immediately, Dani heard loud, simultaneous clicks behind her, right before suddenly pulling away from Michael. The blinds retracted, taking the front stocks with them. She chirped when the front stocks collided with the back.

A couple of latches on the posts of both stocks helped Michael lock them together. He removed the blinds and unlocked the wheels on the back stocks and proceeded to slowly spin the entire apparatus around.

Dani was rendered speechless. There seemed to be no space between both stocks, yet her head and hands came out of one and her body from the waist down came out the other. Her eyes filled with awe as her gag struggled to contain a grin.

“How do you feel?” Michael finally asked, after completing two revolutions.

She felt her torso still “existed”, in a sense, but she couldn’t tell where it was exactly, if only somewhere between the two stocks. In focusing on the sensation, she forgot to answer the question and just looked at Michael coyly.

“There’s one more thing—well, two more things,” he said. He returned to the table and picked up two metal dividing blades, making sure that Dani saw them. They were of the same width and height as the stocks.

She became wide-eyed, instantly realizing where those things would go. All she could do was brace as Michael slotted the first one in between the two stocks.

“Mmm!” Michael slammed the first divider in. Dani felt the cold metal bite her skin and cut into her body at four places all at once.

“Mmn!” He slammed the second divider in. It wasn’t as intense as the first one, only feeling like it inserted itself between her waist and the first blade.

With the two blades in place, Michael unlatched the two stocks and pulled them apart.

Dani was awestruck again. He spun the front stocks around, just the front, letting her see the divider covering the back stocks, with her legs peeking out from under them. Michael went ahead and ran his hand up the back of her left leg. In response, she raised her right leg and touched him lightly with it.

“Neat trick, huh?” Michael said excitedly. He spun the rear stocks around, giving Dani an unobstructed view of her bent-over behind. She couldn’t help herself raising a leg in alternating fashion, verifying to herself that those were her legs. He gave her a few minutes to inspect herself, before pushing her legs away and spinning it back around.

“Hmmm!” Dani exclaimed, slightly annoyed. “Woh woh dof foh?”

“Technically, the trick is over, and I should be reversing the trick,” Michael said. “However, I’d like to test something else.” He approached the front stocks, obscuring most of Dani’s view with the front of his pants.

“Mmm?!” Dani sounded worried as he took hold of her head by the neck and gave it a hard tug.

Soundlessly, her head came out of the stocks. Michael held it up to his face.

“Danielle?” he called to her. She became silent as her head turned lifeless in his hands. Her eyelids drooped half-open as the eyes behind them stared blankly forward. Her gag disguised her jaw becoming slack. He turned her head over to see the stump, revealing a clean cross-section of her neck. There was no blood, though she did not turn pale.

In the stocks, however, her hands were waving frantically. Her legs still stood straight, occasionally shifting their weight.

Michael brought her head over to the table, where he set her down on her neck, facing away from the blank wall. With the gag, her face was tilted slightly up.

“If you can hear me, Danielle,” he called to her again, “raise whichever one of your legs is closest to me.” Across the room, her lower half seemed to hesitate on which leg to raise. She eventually raised her left leg.

“Okay, your senses still work. You just can’t move any part your head,” he explained.

In the next moment, three knocks on the door were heard. Another young woman entered, a brunette wearing a tee, a long skirt, and sneakers.

“Just in time, Rachel,” said Michael. He brought out a second, identical set of stocks, painted blue this time, seemingly conjured from thin air.

“Hey, Michael,” she greeted. She noticed the other woman’s lifeless head on the table. “This must be the Danie—sorry, Dani—you mentioned,” she noted. “Nice to meet you.”

“She says hi.” Michael turned around Dani’s front stocks to face Rachel. She was met with forearms projecting from the arm holes waving their hands.

Rachel shook both of Dani’s hands. The disembodied hands seemed to appreciate the double handshake. Rachel’s attention lingered on the empty neck hole, sealed at the back by the divider.

“You can stop imagining what happened to her,” said Michael. “You have your own stocks here.”

“And her lower half?” she asked, scanning the room at the same time. “Oh, they’re right there.”

Working fast, he secured Rachel into the stocks, vanished her torso, and installed the blades in the stocks in about half the time it took for Dani. He rearranged the four stocks so that from Dani’s head’s point of view, her and Rachel’s back stocks were side by side across the room, asses in full view; while their front stocks were just in front of the table, facing their respective counterparts.

“Like what you see, ladies?” Michael boldly asked, hopping onto the table to take a seat.

Rachel remained silent. She seemed to be adjusting to her current situation.

“Why does Dani’s head get removed?” she asked.

“I’m glad you asked.” He hopped off the table and rotated Rachel’s front stocks to face him.

“...Of course,” she said as Michael gripped her neck and popped her head out of the stocks. He quickly checked to see if her head was still alive.

“Rachel, you there?” He called out, but her head had become as lifeless as Dani’s.

He then went over to Dani’s front stocks, hands currently relaxed, and popped Rachel’s head into the empty neck hole.

“Huh!” Rachel gasped as she regained control of her head. She looked around and realized. “Why am I facing up?” Indeed, her head was placed into the stock upside down.

“It’s for this to align properly,” Michael said, producing a metal rod with rounded ends. It was about a few feet long and about two inches in diameter. He walked over to Dani’s lower half and turned them around, before locking the wheels of their platform.

“Sorry, Danielle, this will just be a moment,” he said as he began to unbuckle her jeans and pull it down. “Great, there’s pantyhose here, too.”

“I noticed it earlier,” Rachel commented.

“Honestly, I just thought it was the lighting,” he retorted.

Beside Rachel’s head, Dani’s hands became splayed in shock. They soon balled into fists as her legs tried and failed to help Michael pull her jeans, pantyhose, and panties down. After a couple of minutes of struggling, Dani’s backside had been sufficiently uncovered for Michael to continue.

“All right, that took way more than a moment, but here we go.” Michael carefully inserted the rod into Dani’s ass. Her hands, meanwhile, clenched on contact. Confident in his insertion, he pushed the rod with slightly more force, until it was met with the sound of metal banging against metal.

“Okay, so it doesn’t just connect through to the other side,” he muttered to himself. “This is why we test these things.” Michael thought about it for a few moments, idly tapping his fingers on Dani’s left ass cheek. Her left leg unsuccessfully tried to touch him with her foot.

“New plan,” Michael told the room. He realigned the red set of stocks and latched them together again, joining Rachel’s head and Dani’s forearms with Dani’s lower half. He then removed the two blades dividing the two stocks.

“Woah,” Rachel said, trying to make sense of whose parts she was currently feeling.

“Take two, here comes the rod again.” He again inserted the rod into Dani’s ass and pushed. Her hands clenched again as the rod made its way through.

“Gukh!” Rachel seemed to choke as the rod entered her throat. Her hands on the other side of the room tried to reach for her mouth that wasn’t there. Slowly, the round end would exit several inches out her mouth. There was no trace of blood to be found.

“That should be about a quarter of the rod,” Michael observed. He stood within view of Rachel, who stared at him with surprise. He ignored her as he retrieve one of the dividers he removed. He closed his eyes as he pushed it back in between the stocks.

“Oh, thank goodness that worked,” Michael said, relieved that the divider seemingly went through the rod. He immediately retrieved the second divider, and with that installed, he pulled apart the two blue stocks once more. A fourth of the rod went with the front stocks, while the rest stayed with the back.

“Very cool,” Michael thought out loud. Rachel might not have shared his sentiments, as she was unable to speak with a rod coming out of her mouth and forcing her head back and all.

“Your turn, Danielle.” He took her lifeless head and placed it into the empty neck hole of Rachel’s front stocks. Rachel’s hands notice his presence and tried to reach him.

“Mm—ah!” Dani gasped, in the middle of Michael removing her gag. Unlike Rachel’s head, hers was placed right side up.

After pocketing the gag, Michael brought over the blue front stocks and aligned it with the red back stocks, latching them together. He removed their respective blades and returned to the three-fourths of the rod sticking out of Dani’s ass.

“Here comes the rod yet again,” he announced. The metal rod seemingly turned into clay, as Michael bent the rod into a near perfect u-shape, the rounded end pointed at its new target. “Into the other hole, this time.”

“Wait, wait, Michael, hold o—uhh…” Given no time to adjust to being rejoined with her lower half, Dani’s protests into moans as the other end of the rod was inserted into her vagina. As Michael pushed it deeper, the u-shaped curve behind it came forward as well.

“Hukh!” Dani’s moans came to an abrupt end when the rod entered her throat. Once the rod came out of her mouth, Michael switched over and started pulling the rod instead. He stopped when the curve of the rod finally hit her perineum, or “taint”, as some might call it.

“Nice, I got both ends to stick of your mouths by about the same amount,” Micheal proudly stated. He replaced the blades to the blue front stocks and red back stocks, unlatched them, and pulled them apart.

“I suppose it’s time I pull that rod out of your mouths.”

Michael brought together the two front stocks and latched them together back-to-back. The blue stocks contained Rachel’s head with Dani’s forearms, while the red stocks had Dani’s upside down head with Rachel’s forearms.

“Hmm.” He noticed that the two ends of the rod weren’t aligned.

He went to Rachel’s head and popped her head out, taking the rod with her. He put her head right side up this time and popped it back in. Rachel seemed shaken by the momentary loss of control.

“All right, ladies, hold still.”

He removed the blades, giving the two women a weird sensation between them. The bases of their necks and forearms seemed to be joined yet their respective parts were still theirs to control. Paying them no mind, Michael grabbed the end of the rod out of Rachel’s mouth and pulled. Slowly, the rod began to extend more out of her mouth. He looked over the stocks and saw the other end similarly retract into Dani’s mouth. He continued until he pulled a shortened rod out of Rachel’s mouth.

“You guys all right?” he asked, replacing the blades so that their senses were separate again. He pulled both front stocks apart and had them face him.

“I’m good,” said Dani. “Same,” said Rachel. They were both catching their breaths after being unable to breathe naturally for quite a while.

“Michael, could you pull my pants back up? Thanks,” she said with a smile, still out of breath.

“Oh, right, sorry.” He put down the shortened rod on the table and undid the undressing he performed on Dani’s ass earlier. A curved section of the rod noticeably remained, coming out of one hole and into the other, seemingly securing her lower half into the blade it was protruding from. It was quickly covered up by her panties, followed by the rest of her lower garments.

“So, Danielle, what do you think?” Michael asked.

“I think my ass is stuck to the blade now,” she replied. “Though, I suppose a divider blade is not the worst thing to be stuck to.”

“Don’t worry. I plan to stick your ass to something more appropriate later,” he said. “I still got you for the rest of the week, anyway.”

“That is true,” Dani said. “So, what now?”

“That depends. Rachel, want me to repeat what I just did to Danielle to you?"

“Can I say ‘no’?” she asked.

“Are you sure? You might like it.”

“I-I’ll pass,” Rachel seemed reluctant to say.

“All right, fair enough,” Michael relented. “That means I should pack things up now.” He produced out a large white sheet from one of his pockets. He went over to the blue back stocks containing Rachel’s lower half and covered everything with the sheet. After whisking it away, the stocks disappeared, but Rachel’s lower half remained in position. In the very next moment, however, they immediately collapsed onto the floor.

Rachel seemed unbothered with what happened to her legs as Michael came back over to the red front stocks. He grabbed Dani’s forearms by the wrists and yanked them free from the stocks. They immediately went limp as he threw them onto the table.

“Hey!” Dani protested from the other front stocks. She discovered that with the blade in place, she couldn’t turn her head to look over.

Michael again used the sheet, this time covering the red front stocks that contained only Rachel’s head. Just like earlier, the stocks disappeared, with the now lifeless head falling to the floor.

“I guess I’ll talk to you later,” Dani said as Michael approached the blue front stocks.

“Hold that thought for a second,” he said, bolting across the room. As he came back, Dani’s eyes widened, realizing what he had just done.

“Is this what old people would call insolence?” she asked him, not expecting an answer. Dani watched as Michael returned with a sizable strip of tape and... her panties. She couldn’t help smiling as her new boss brazenly rolled her underwear into a ball. She thought about how best to resist, but that went away when she unconsciously opened her mouth to let Michael stuff the ball of fabric in. He quickly taped her mouth shut, stopping any attempt of her spitting her panties out.

“Mm—!” Dani’s cry was cut out when Michael pulled her head out of the stocks and placed it on the table, the light in her eyes vanishing with it. Once again, he covered the stocks with the sheet, along with Rachel’s forearms, before making it disappear. It left behind the forearms, which also fell to the floor.

Michael picked up the fallen disembodied forearms, placing it with Dani’s head and forearms on the table. He then picked up the disembodied head on the floor and brought it across the room to the collapsed disembodied lower half on the floor. He sat on the floor, head in lap, beside the legs. He waved his hand over the head’s face and snapped his fingers.

Rachel blinked. The parts of her that existed stirred. She thought she’d be in pain, since all of her parts hit the floor hard, especially her head. It hit the floor face first. Thankfully, the extreme numbness that blocked most of her sensation, also blocked most of the pain.

“You think you can bring the table to my office?” Michael asked the woman he just “brought back to life”.

“Sure,” she accepted, but not before rolling her eyes. Her lower half shakily stood up on their own.

“Thanks,” he said. “I thought you want to use a belt or something, instead of raw dogging it.”

“I can manage,” Rachel said. They watched as she struggled using just her lower half to maneuver the table out of the studio.

“Oh, right, I should probably remove your vision.” He produced a fabric hood and forcibly put it on Rachel’s head.

“You’re an ass,” she said, under the hood. It covered her entire head, all the way down to the neck stump, and contained all her hair, too.

“I know.” He produced Dani’s ball gag from earlier and pushed it in Rachel’s mouth, over the hood.

“Mmm,” Rachel softly cried. They sat there for a couple of minutes, watching Rachel’s lower half finally push the table out of the studio.

“I didn’t think you’d be the type to wear a skirt, much less a long one,” Michael commented.

“Oi foh oih fuoih euh,” she tried to answer through the gag.

“Well, how is it?”

“Fuh luhh.”

“Hmm, a tight pencil skirt, perhaps? Ooh, you could go for the secretary look.”

“Oil fenkh obouh euh.”

“Ooh, we should do an office theme show. Would you be down for that?”

“Mmm.”

“Great. I’ll ask the others later. In the mean time,” Michael looked at Dani’s lower half, still trapped in the stocks a foot away from them, “you mentioned asses. What do you think we should do with this piece of ass?”

The next day, in his office, Michael was drafting designs on his desk. Dani’s head and forearms were arranged neatly on a shelf on the wall behind him, lifeless and still. Her glassy eyes stared out into the void, while her mouth remained taped and stuffed with her panties. In contrast, her lower half was still bent over but alive and tapping her feet occasionally, now installed into the same wall underneath the shelf. She still wore the same clothes, too.

The stocks and its platform had been removed, but the dividing blade remained. Its handle was removed, and it was fashioned into a smaller piece of metal, an inch of space between the edges and Dani’s waist, and seemingly riveted into the wall. There was a small addition, though. Dani’s ankles were shackled tightly and connected to the wall by a horizontal bar.

When her lower half was first installed, Michael would randomly poke Dani’s ass, escalating to light spanking. He later stopped and decided to make up for it instead by unlocking a shackle, lifting the newly freed leg onto his lap, and caressing it for a couple of minutes, before locking it back in. Dani seemed to enjoy this new arrangement, since when Michael unshackled her other leg, she lifted it up for him.

Dani would spend the rest of the work week in this state.