Kairi-Quinn’s First Show, Part 3: Nothing to Get Cut Up Over

A ‘real magic’ story featuring Kairi.

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 a strong sexual element too. Enjoy!



Kairi was torn between dread and anticipation. Not just one sword, but seven! The stage lights danced off the sharp edges as the rack of blades was wheeled right to centre stage, leaving Kairi in no doubt how sharp the weapons were. And trussed up as she was, there was no way she could avoid them.

Kairi steeled herself. But it seemed she would have a little longer to wait. Finella’s eyes were on the wings where the stage hand had just exited. He quickly returned, this time with two thin sheets of wood. Each one was a little over two feet long by a nine inches wide at the widest part, but one long edge of each had been carved into a series of curves. It took Kairi a moment to realise that those were shaped to match her profile, as seen side on, from crotch to neck, front and back.

Finella held one piece up, demonstrating to Akina and audience what Kairi had just worked out, then turning it edge on to show how thin it was. From this angle, it was obvious that the sheet actually several thin layers laminated together, the middle layer having had bits cut out to act as slots.

Finella passed one template to Akina then lined the other up with Kairi’s front. The edge, not much more than a quarter inch wide, pressed against Kairi in a line from her crotch, up between her breasts, to end just under her chin. The fit was perfect, but that was hardly surprising. Kairi knew that Finella had worked with Quinn long enough to know Quinn’s precise measurements, down to a fraction of an inch, and although it was Kairi kneeling up here on the table she was currently in a perfect duplicate of Quinn’s body. The maker of the props didn’t seem to have allowed quite enough room for the ropes running around Kairi, though, with the result that as Finella pushed it into place it pressed the ropes harder into Kairi’s flesh.

After a bit more shoving there was  click from down where the board met the table top. Finella let go and the board stayed where it was, hard against Kairi’s ribs and belly, curving under her to cup her sex.

Finella gestured to Akina, who placed the other sheet vertically up against Kairi’s back. Kairi held her breath as she felt it press in a thin line between her shoulder blades. With her arms tied together behind her back in the intricate lacework pattern of Japanese rope bondage, the wooden edge couldn’t run down her torso directly, as it did at the front. Instead it seemed to be shaped to press on the rope between her bound arms, forcing them harder against her back. Akina wasn’t gentle in shoving the board into place, either, making Kairi’s shoulder joints scream as they bent back at an almost unnatural angle.

Again there was a click. Now Kairi was doubly trapped – held tight by rope and pinned between the edges of two wooden sheets. Sheets with holes through them, into which the swords would undoutedly be thrust. Kairi started to feel very vulnerable indeed.

Now Finella lifted the first of the swords from the rack. She handed it to Akina, who took it with surprising confidence, just as the stage hand returned again, now with a trolley bearing a melon. Finella directed Akina through a very convincing demonstration of how sharp the sword was, though Kairi reckoned the woman didn’t need much guidance at all. She seemed to have a flair for knowing how the trick was meant to unfold, and exactly what she was meant to do, as well as being amazingly adept with the sword. Kairi wasn’t sure whether that was a bad thing or not. Was it better to be run through hard but confidently, or more slowly but possibly less competantly?

As the melon was wheeled away in four pieces, Finella put a hand on her volunteer’s shoulder. “Are you ready, Akina?” she asked, loudly enough for the audience to hear.

“Ready for what?” Akina asked, though she winked.

“Why, to thrust that sword through my lovely assistant’s belly, of course!”

Akina pursed her mouth for a moment. Then she smiled. “Well, yes. I’d love to. But only if Quinn doesn’t object.”

“You’ve no objection to being impaled by a samurai sword do you, Quinn?” Finella asked, in a wry tone that nevetheless made it clear what the answer should be.

Kairi pretended to think for a moment, then smiled. “Of course not. Please be my guest, Akina. Give me your best shot. Stick it right in me, hard.”

Akina’s eyes flashed and her mouth curled in a cruel smile. “Since you ask so nicely, my dear,” she replied, approaching the trapped Kairi.

“The middle slot, if you please,” Finella said, directing Akina to line the blade up with the required hole. Kairi watched as the blade slid into the wood, somewhere a little above her belly button.

“Slowly to begin with,” Finella said. “Until you feel you’re hitting something.”

Kairi held her breath. The blade seemed to creep into the sheet in front of her belly ever so slowly, but at long last she felt the ropes across her stomach being shoved a little bit harder into her flesh.

Akina stopped, nodding.

“Now thrust hard,” Finella directed.

Akina didn’t hold back. Kairi was astonished at the flash violence she saw on the small woman’s face but then the razor sharp blade sliced through rope, skin, intestines and spine in one single, fluid thrust and there was nothing but stars. Faintly, she heard the thump of the sword hilt hitting the wood and coming to a stop.

“Ack!” Kairi cried out, unable to stop herself. Finella glared at her and whacked the hilt of the sword hard as punishment for Kairi’s lapse. Kairi gritted her teeth but managed to stay silent. Akina just looked on in shock, as if only just now realising what she’d done.

Finella waved her hand in front of the woman’s face. “Snap out of it, please. Six more to go.”

Akina swallowed, then shivered. “OK,” she said. She took the second sword from Finella, gently swinging it from side to side until she was ready. “Where now?” she asked, back to her senses.

“Just above the first one,” Finella replied. “You’ll need to push hard. This one has to split Quinn’s breastbone.”

Akina lined the blade up, steeled herself, then thrust. Even over the background music Kairi could hear the bone between her breasts splinter. Her breath burst from her punctured lungs and she had to force herself not to gasp for air.

“This one goes below the first,” Finella said, handing Akina the third sword. Thankfully this one went in more easily, but Kairi felt a surge of bile as it ruptured her stomach as well as the same electric burst of pain as it split her spine once more.

Wasn’t this meant to feel good? When would it start to feel good?

The fourth sword went in near the top of Kairi’s breastbone, and the fifth went through her abdomen just a few inches above her mound.

“Let’s really give her something to think about,” Finella said, guiding Akina’s hand until the tip of the sixth blade slipped into the slot over Kairi’s sex. “Nice and slow, this time.”

Akina complied. Fascinated, she caught Kairi’s gaze and held it as the sword slowly slid between Kairi’s labia. Kairi felt her lips of her mouth part too, as if in sympathy with her more intimate ones, but she didn’t look away.

Akina stepped closer until only the three of them could hear her. “How does it feel?” she asked. “Me penetr... me penetrating you?” Her demeanour had turned shy again but there was fire in her eyes.

“Good,” Kairi whispered back, trying to reassure her. “Very good. Painful too, but in a good way. Like you’re... oh!” Kairi’s eyelids fluttered involuntarily. “Like you’re ripping me apart into slivers of sheer joy.”

“And now?” Akina’s relentless pressure on the hilt had driven the blade through the walls of Kairi’s sex and into her back passage. This was a much darker pleasure. Kairi couldn’t suppress a small whimper.

“Now shove it all the way in,” Finella said. “Hard.”

Akina bit her lip then put her strength into a sudden thrust. Kairi felt the sword tear through her anal ring, throwing her off a cliff into a sudden, unexpected orgasm. She closed her eyes until the stars went away.

When she opened them, Finella was handing the final sword to Akina. “Through the throat,” the magician said. “Nice and brutal. Finish her off.”

Akina was short, but tall enough to line the blade up with the slot in front of Kairi’s throat.

“Thank you,” the volunteer whispered.

Kairi didn’t know how to reply. She managed a mumbled you’re welcome before the seventh and final blade tore her throat open, destroying all hope of uttering anything more. Kairi felt a shooting pain, accompanied by the aftershock of another, smaller, climax before consciousness started to slip away.

The last thing she felt was the severed ropes falling away all at once, leaving her naked and impaled, on show for all to see.



Continued in Part 4 (Intermission)