Kairi-Quinn’s First Show, Part 5: Quite a Buzz

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 sexual situations and Enjoy!



Finella took a deep breath. “During the intermission I asked our lovely volunteer what her most secret sexual fantasy is.” She looked over to Akina. “Can you tell the audience please, dear?”

Akina blushed. “Um. Tent...” She closed her eyes tight then continued. “Tentacles,” she murmured. She swallowed, opened her eyes and looked out across the auditorium with a sudden flash of defiance. “Tentacles,” she repeated, much more clearly this time. “And don’t you dare judge,” she added to Finella. “I mean it’s not that uncommon a fantasy is it?”

Finella put her arm around Akina’s shoulder in reassurance. “Thank you. I know that must have been embarrassing. But I’ll make it worth your while. Truly. And no, it’s not uncommon, especially not here.” That got a laugh from the audience. “Now just one more question: in your fantasies... are you the ravisher or the ravishee?”

Akina blushed but kept her head up. “A bit of both,” she replied. “I usually start off as the victim then turn the tables.”

Finella cut Akina off before she could elaborate. “Great. I have just the scenario for you.” She leaned forward and whispered in her volunteer’s ear. “So, are you up for it?”

Akina went an even brighter red, but nodded.

Finella turned to the wings, snapping her fingers imperiously. Kairi-Quinn looked on as a stage hand wheeled on a bare steel table. It was large enough to take a person spreadeagled and had sturdy leather staps near each of the four corners. Kairi sneaked a glance towards Akina to catch her reaction. The raven-haired woman shivered as her gaze lingered on the restraints, but the gleam in her eyes told Kairi it was more with anticipation than fear. And anyway, Kairi thought, Akina’s fear aught to be reserved for the tall vertical contraption attached mid way along one long side, its exact form and purpose hidden by the black sheet draped over it. She had no idea what it might be, but it surely couldn’t be good.

Now a second stage hand appeared, pushing another cloth-covered object on wheeled legs. From its shape it seemed to be some sort of small crate or large box. As the music tailed off, Kairi thought she heard a sloshing sound coming from it. A tank of water, then? But it was hardly large enough for either of them to climb into.

Finella beckoned the two women over. While Kairi had been distracted the magician had produced – from somewhere – a white lab coat, which she now handed to Kairi. Kairi took the hint and donned it.

Finella turned towards the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she began, “you have now been transported to a secret government laboratory, one of those places everyone in power will deny exists, where normal rules of ethics and law do not apply, and where unspeakable experiments are carried out by hard-hearted researchers on unwitting victims in the name of national security.”

As Finella spoke, Kairi heard the swish of a backdrop descending behind them all. Although she couldn’t break role to turn and look at it, in her imagine it depicted the walls of a spartan medical facility, maybe with steel cabinets baring toxic hazard symbols, diagrams of human or alien dissection, and such like. The only thing she knew for cetain was that – from the ripple that went through them – the audience appreciated it.

“Hard-hearted researchers like Doctor Quinn, here,” Finella continued, gesturing at Kairi as she spoke the name of the assistant whose doppelganger she’d been magically transformed into, speaking loudly to be heard over the scattered cheers from the audience. “And unwitting victims like our lovely Akina,” Finella added, garnering an even more enthusiastic round of whoops.

Finella took a deep breath. “So let the experiments begin!”

She turned to Kairi. “Doctor Quinn, if you would please position your subject on the table and strap her down?”

Kairi put her hand on Akina’s back just above her butt and guided her to the table. Akina made a show (or at least Kairi assumed it was a show) of being reluctant, requiring Kairi to push her quite forcefully. Once at the bare steel slab, Kairi manhandled the Akina to back up against one side then put her hands under the volunteer’s armpits and hoisted her up until she sat perched on the table edge. The now-unresisting woman let Kairi gently lie her down, lift her arms above her head, and spread her legs wide.

Finella hadn’t given any hint that Kairi should remove any of Akina’s clothing, so Kairi now proceeded to strap the still-clothed woman down. The first strap went around Akina’s ankle. Kairi pulled it tight, then – seeing Akina’s slight nod of aquiesence – tugged it tighter still. Soon, the volunteer was completely immobilised, completely helpless.

Finella continued her narration. “The next part of the procedure can be somewhat alarming for the subjects. Doctor Quinn knows from experience that a relaxed subject – an aroused one, even – is less likely to cause problems. So, purely in the name of science of course, our stern doctor proceeds to loosen her subject’s clothing and give her a most intimate massage.”

Kairi suppressed a blink of surprise. Couldn’t Finella have warned her first? But then the magician wouldn’t have warned Quinn, and Kairi had been hired to impersonate that superbly imperturbable assistant in every detail. So she just needed to force down her qualms and get on with it. A glance at Akina was enough to assure her the volunteer was more than willing. Her hazel eyes almost pleaded with Kairi to ravish her.

Okay. She swallowed, then reached for the buttons on the dark haired woman’s blouse. Working quickly, she popped them open to reveal a smooth, toned belly and pert breats enclosed in a salmon pink lace bra. Kairi slipped the blouse off Akina’s shoulders and began massaging there, quickly moving on to gently knead the woman’s breasts.

Akina sighed as her nipples pebbled, then moaned when Kairi popped her breasts out of the lace cups and squeezed her nipples. Aware that she should at least pretend that this was a massage, Quinn moved on up to squeeze and knead Akina’s shoulders.

A nod from Finella was all Kairi needed to confirm that she was meant to take this further. Glancing back up at Akina for the okay, she unbuttoned the woman’s slacks and tugged them as far down as her spread legs allowed. Moments later Kairi’s hand was inside Akina’s panties, caressing the shaven mound she found there.

Ever so carefully, she eased a finger inside, reaching up with her other hand to play with Akina’s breasts once more. Akina’s eyelids were soon fluttering. A moment or two more, and maybe...

“I think your subject is sufficiently prepared now,” Finella announced, cutting things short. She strode over to the table and whisked the cover off the mystery device atop the rod projecting up beside Akina’s waist. She placed Kairi’s left hand on the control box, simultaneously preventing Kairi from withdrawing the fingers of her right hand from where they were still busily pleasuring Akina.

The audience gasped. Kairi stole a glance up and saw why. Above her head, poised high over Akina’s belly, was a small, but deadly-looking buzz saw. It was rotated to run parallel to Akina’s body, so it obviously wasn’t meant to cut her waist in two. At only around nine inches in diameter it wouldn’t quite have been wide enough anyway. No, it was obviously meant to slice Akina’s belly open from abdomen to ribs. But why? With its large central spindle, it wouldn’t cut deep enough to make a slot all the way through the volunteer either. What was Finella up to?

Belatedly, Kairi thought to check how Akina was taking this new revelation. Looking down, she saw that Akina’s eyes had shot wide open. But then they turned dark again with need, and she bit her lip in a way that was much more ‘fuck me now’ than ‘oh shit I’m going to die’. Kairi’s concern proven unfounded, she twisted and curled the finger that was still embedded inside the woman, stoking Akina’s arousal further.

“Keep doing that,” Finella whispered as she left Kairi’s side. The magician now produced a small cotton sheet, which she laid over Akina’s bare belly, clipping it to small hooks on the sides of the table so that it pulled taught across the volunteer’s middle in a way that would hide the actual slicing of buzz-saw into flesh while still making it clear that Akina could not have moved out of the way in the slightest.

“Now!” Finella commanded. Kairi pressed the switch under her left thumb. There was a whine of a motor revving up to full speed and the teeth of the buzz-saw disappeared into a blur.

Slowly, the saw descended. Akina watched it, her eyelids flickering as Kairi worked at the sensitive knot of nerves in the front wall of her sheath.

The audience drew breath.

The edges of the cloth shivered as the breeze from the spinning steel disk caught them.

Then, agonising seconds later, blade met cloth. From her vantage point less than an arm’s length away, Kairi could clearly see the fine mist of shredded cotton thrown up above the waving severed threads. Somehow those tiny details held her attention far more than Akina’s cry or the audience’s gasps of horror.

There was no blood. Akina shuddered, moaning, obviously still alive and functioning as the buzz-saw sank deeper into her. Kairi was just glad that the saw was nowhere near large enough to reach her finger, still working away inside the volunteer, as she finally pushed Akina over the edge into a vocal climax.


To be continued in part 6 – where the tentacles FINALLY put in an appearance!