Kairi and the Quinnifier, Part 4
A ‘real magic’ story featuring QuinnTheAssistant and Kairi.
Continued from Kairi and the Quinnifier, Part 3
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 particular story also has mild profanity, nudity, sexual references, gore, and mortal peril, so enjoy!
Kairi felt her skin go cold, as all the blood rushed to her belly. Her forehead prickled.
“Um,” she began, then ground to a halt. How could she put into words how she felt about the prospect of being dropped, alive, into a giant blender? How did she feel anyway? Terrified, sure. So terrified she was on the verge of pissing herself. But another part of her was strangely detached, and that part was whispering that she wanted it, that she wanted to experience the explosive surge of sensation that being chopped into tiny pieces would surely bring, and the freedom from the confines of her own body that would follow, all safe in the knowledge that she’d be put back together afterwards. After all, Quinn had stepped down from the board without the slightest blemish on her skin to indicate where eight swords had transfixed her. She’d not have subjected herself to that if she didn’t trust Finella one hundred percent. Maybe Kairi should do likewise.
Then there was that hint Quinn had given that the rush of being magically impaled blossomed into pleasure. How much more pleasure would being chopped into mincemeat bring? Ten times more? A hundred? Kairi was curious to find out.
But still, the sheer violence of what Finella was proposing was frightening.
“I’m not so sure about this any more...,” she began.
“Not sure about the experience of a lifetime?” Finella cut in. “It’s prefectly safe. Quinn’s done this dozens of times.”
Kairi caught the glance Quinn gave her boss, a look suggesting that the statement was, at the very least, a slight exaggeration, but she didn’t get the chance to call Finella out on it.
“Not sure about the chance to live someone else’s life for two weeks?” Finella continued. “And someone with as exciting a life as Quinn, at that.”
Finella paused. “I’ll tell you what. I still need you at my beck and call, but your nights are your own. And three of the fourteen days too. You’ll live in Quinn’s apartment in the best part of town, with access to her very extensive wardrobe.”
Based on her body language Quinn was getting ready to object, Kairi thought, but Finella waved her silent and continued. “Her all-channels cable TV subscription too, if you just fancy staying in, and I’m pretty sure you could find her box of bedroom toys as well, or her rather fat black book of booty-call numbers.”
Quinn was spluttering now, but Finella tightened her grip on her assistant’s shoulder. “What’s the point in wearing a different body if you can’t take it for a thorough, no-consequences test drive?”
Now that piqued Kairi’s interest. Images of herself in the shape of Quinn flashed through her mind: Kairi-Quinn laid out flat on a giant bed, experimenting with her new body, attaching clamps to those lucious breasts that were so much bigger than her own; Kairi-Quinn astride one of Quinn’s on-off lovers, riding him cowgirl style, grinning wickedly as she tried to guess how long it would be before the man realised it was not actually Quinn atop him; Kairi-Quinn bent over the bar in a sleazy downtown joint, her skirt flipped up over her back, her panties around her ankles, with a dozen men (and several women) lined up to take their turn with her...
God, her libido wasn’t usually this rampant. It was far too long since she’d last got laid, that was all. Not that this weird situation turned her on, or anything like that. No, she was just a normal girl going through a normal dry spell, having normal fantasies.
.Oh bugger it, she was overanalysing things again. Kairi realised that her face was burning and she’d clamped her legs together to increase the pressure down between her thighs. The knowing smile on Finella’s face made her flush even hotter.
But then who was Quinn to judge? She was hardly normal. A sudden flash of anger passed through Kairi. “OK,” she said. “I’m in. Just so long as Quinn doesn’t object.”
Quinn, though, had stomped off in a huff.
Finella looked over her shoulder at her departing assistant. “I’ll take her silence as agreement,” the magician said, with just a touch of sarcasm. She stepped closer and raised her wand. “Last chance to back out, Kairi.”
Kairi clamped her mouth shut, letting her silence speak.
“Good,” Finella said. “Just a few preparatory touches, first.” She ran her wand along Kairi’s lips. Kairi felt them melt and merge together.
“I can’t abide a screamer,” Finella said in explanation. “Unless the show calls for it, of course.” Then she tapped the wand against several points down Kairi’s body. Kairi felt her muscles turn slack and powerless.
“That’s so you can’t squirm. The mincing works best if you go in nice and smooth.”
“And just one final thing,” Finella added. “This is an expensive dress, so...” She ran the tip of the wand down Kairi’s body from neck to crotch. Kairi felt the pressure of the stretchy fabric ease as it split and dropped away. Finella gathered it up and put it to one side.
If anything, Kairi was relieved. In the back of her mind she’d known she’d have to strip bare at some point, and it felt good to have it over and done with. That it had happened after she was bound, silenced, and paralysed was even better. It let her maintain the lie that she was not the sort of girl who would strip off for strangers willingly. She felt an inner peace wash through her. The clanking of chains as she was raised another two feet into the air didn’t break her bubble of calm. Nor did the rumble of wheels on floorboards as Finella maneouvred the giant blender so it was underneath her suspended form, or the clunk of a switch being thrown. Even the violent whirr from the dozen or so now-spinning blades was more akin to the soothing rush of a waterfall in one of those rediculous television adverts where a woman is shampooing her hair in a tropical jungle pool.
“Any last words?” Finella asked. Kairi shook her head. At least the magic allowed her that much movement, she thought.
The chain above her started clanking again. Kairi found herself being lowered slowly towards the whirling steel below.
Continued in Kairi and the Quinnifier Part 5...
(Yes, I’m drawing this story out a bit. I’m enjoying it too much to end it just yet!)