Kairi and the Quinnifier, Part 3

A ‘real magic’ story featuring QuinnTheAssistant and Kairi.

Continued from Kairi and the Quinnifier, Part 2

Content warning: this story is based on the fantasy that stage magicians with real powers are - without most of the audience realising - actually sawing, impaling, transforming or vanishing their assistants and volunteers for real, but with the aid of magic that prevents the subject suffering any lasting harm and which transforms their experience into one they can even enjoy. This one has strong language and more nudity too! Enjoy!



Kairi turned away, flustered. She’d just run Quinn through, with eight swords no less, then rubbed a lubricating mould release gel into her naked body. As if that wasn’t enough, she’d then brought the pinned woman off with her finger. It was bad enough that she had performed this intimate act in the privacy of Finella’s rehearsal room, but hanging over her was the implication that she’d have to do this on stage, in front of an audience of strangers, or even have it done to her. She should be mortified. She could count on one hand the number of people she’d stripped for and been intimate with, and she’d not even gone down that road until she’d known them for a month or two. She’d never even fantasised about public nudity or public sex. Why was the idea now causing such a tingle between her thighs?

Her attention was brought back to the present by the clunking of wooden panels being fitted together. She turned to see Finella boxing in the immobilised (and rather contented) Quinn.

Finella lifted the last panel in place, then did up some catches to secure it in place. Quinn was now completely enclosed, from head to toe. As Kairi watched, Finella fetched a trolley with a cylinder labelled ‘silicone rubber’, an electric pump, and a long tube. The magician hung the tube over the top of the box Quinn was enclosed inside and flicked a switch. The pump hummed and the tube shook as the gloopy liquid was forced through it.

Kairi wasn’t sure if she was meant to stay quiet, but the silence was starting to feel oppressive so before she could stop herself she was blurting out a string of questions just to fill the space.

“Is Quinn really still in there?” she asked. “And are you really going to fill it up over her head? How will she even breathe?”

Finella chuckled softly. “Yes, and yes, and she doesn’t need to,” she replied. “If you don’t believe me you can look. There’s a clear strip in the front panel, like the water level gauge on an electric kettle, so that an audience can watch the box fill up.”

“Oh.” Kairi moved round to look. There was indeed a clear strip, about four inches wide and running all the way from bottom to top. The liquid rubber, milky white in colour, was already up to Quinn’s knees. Quinn didn’t look worried, though. In fact she winked back at her potential stand-in.

“Are you all right in there?” Kairi asked softly.

“Oh, fine,” Quinn replied. “Though the liquid’s a bit cold.” In a louder voice she added, “I think you should add a heating element to the tank, Boss, before we try this again. Just to take the chill out of it.”

Finella turned to Kairi. “Heated props, now? Quinn’s getting to be a bit of a diva. Next thing she’ll be insisting she’s only to be cut by gold-plated saws!”

“Chance would be a fine thing,” Quinn retorted. “I’m lucky if you even remember to sharpen them!”

“You told me blunt ones are best. Takes more force to cut with, and rips more violenty, so it’s all the more intense for you.”

Quinn’s reply turned into a choking gurgle. Kairi looked back round at the front of the box and saw the fluid was now level with Quinn’s mouth. She watched as it crept up to Quinn’s eyes. The assistant winked once, before those too disappeared under the surface. Moments later head entire head was under.

The pump cut out. The rehearsal room fell silent except for a soft glugging as the last of the fluid drained out of the pipe.

Finella plucked her magic wand from the waistband of her trousers. She tapped it twice on the side of the cabinet. “There,” she said. “That’s set the rubber. Now we just have to open the box, split the mould apart, and let Quinn out.” The magician started flicking open the catches, gesturing for Kairi to do the same.

Soon the panels were all off, revealing a solid lump of silicone rubber over six feet tall, split into front and back halves by the board Kairi had pinned Quinn in the middle of. Of the assistant herself, there was no sign. She was totally encased.

“Help me prise the two halves apart,” Finella said. Kairi followed Finella’s lead, tugging on the front half of the mould, which suddenly toppled forward, hitting the floor with a thump and forcing Finella and Kairi to jump back. “Hmmm,” Finella said, “I’ll have to work on making that bit more elegant.”

Kairi almost commented that the whole performance needed to be a lot slicker, but then she looked down and what she saw cut off any snarky comment. There, imprinted on the half mould at her feet was the perfect negative image of Quinn, bending in everywhere Quinn curved out. And it truly was a perfect representation of her too. Every pore of her skin was there, every lock of hair, every eyelash. Even the ridges and bumps of her areola, circling her erect nipples.

Swallowing, Kairi let her gaze travel the length of the Quinn-form mould. The woman’s labia had been perfectly captured, and there was even a little spike of silicone where the mould fluid had seeped into Quinn’s vagina, probably as a result of Kairi having made the woman so swollen and open there by fingering her.

Then Kairi looked up. Quinn was still suspended in the woman-shaped hole in the board, held in place by the swords Kairi had run through her. Quinn looked none the worse for having been submerged in liquid rubber. She was even smiling.

“Take out the swords and help her down, please,” Finella said. Kairi moved quickly to comply. Gingerly, she withdrew the first sword. Much to Kairi’s relief, Quinn didn’t scream as Kairi pulled the blade out, and there was no sign of any blood. She removed the seven other swords in short order then went back round to the front.

Quinn pulled her arm free of the board and the rubber behind her with a ‘hlick’ sound. She held her hand out for Kairi to take, and thus supported she carefully detached herself completely and stepped down. Only when she was on her own two feet did she sag with the stress of what she’d been put through.

Kairi quickly threw an arm around Quinn to support her, and led her to a bench. She knelt and made sure Quinn was OK before turning back round to see what Finella was up to. The magician must have worked quickly, because the mould halves were back together again, clamped tight by a set of metal bands.

“So now we have a mould of Quinn’s body,” Finella said. “What’s missing?”

“Something to pour into it?” Kairi asked.

“Ten out of ten! Something... or someone.” She paused. “Hands above your head, Kairi.”

Kairi was too shocked to do anything but comply. As soon as her arms were raised, she felt cuffs being placed around her wrists, and tugged tight. It was Quinn, who had made an almost miraculous recovery.

“Um, what do you mean someone?” Kairi asked.

“I think you can guess,” Finella said. She clicked her fingers and a chain came down from the ceiling above Kairi’s head. It ended in a hook which Quinn fitted to the cuffs. “You applied to be Quinn’s stand-in, but Quinn’s fans expect to see her on stage and you look nothing like Quinn. Hence the mould. I intend to use you as raw material to cast a Quinn look-alike.”

Kairi was taken aback. Was this the ‘extreme magic’? Was she to be squeezed through a tube into the mould and come out as Quinn? That wouldn’t be nice, but it surely wouldn’t be too bad.

The chain rattled, hoisting Kairi several inches off the floor.

“Of course the material poured into the mould needs to be a liquid,” Finella added. “That’s where thiscomes in.” She strode to a covered shape and whisked the sheet off, revealing a transparent cylinder three feet across and three feet high. Through the clear sides Kairi could easily make out a spindle with a several wicked-looking blades projecting from it.

“This,” Finella said. “Is a scaled-up blender. A liquidiser.”

“And guess who’s getting dropped into it!” Quinn added. She’d come round to stand beside Finella, linking arms with the magician. “You, of course.”

Kairi felt all the blood drain from her face.



Continued in Kairi and the Quinnifier, Part 4...