Kairi-Quinn’s First Show, Part 6: Spectacular Tentacular

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 language and (tentacle fetish) sexual situations. Enjoy!



Kairi swallowed. She’d just brought a woman she’d known for barely half an hour to a shuddering climax with her fingers, all while that same woman was having a nine-inch gash cut in her belly by an automatic buzz-saw! For a moment she felt faint. But then she collected herself.

Kairi was startled when, with a click, the downwards progress of the spinning blade halted. It kept spinning, though, the central axle less than a finger’s breadth above Akina’s belly, meaning that the cutting edge must be a good four inches inside her guts!

Kairi swallowed. What next? she wondered. Akina was breathing hard – unsurprisingly – but otherwise seemed OK. But, despite what the woman was being subjected to, Kairi couldn’t bring herself to withdraw her finger from the Akina’s sex. She had the weirdest feeling that she was plugging a dam, that if she pulled out all the stopped up blood and guts would come flooding out!

Finella’s voice brought Kairi out of her fug. “Of course Doctor Quinn has a deeper motive for this than simply providing us all with an entertainingly horrifying spectacle, while at the same time satifying her own twisted sadistic desires. No, all this has merely been in order to prepare her subject to become a host... for THIS!”

With a flourish, Finella whipped the cloth away from the other table, revealing a glass tank in which bobbed something that looked a bit like a blue octopus, but one with far too many tentacles and far, far too many eyes.

“This specimen, recovered from a crashed UFO, has so far remained mute. But Doctor Quinn is sure that, once embedded inside a willing – or not so willing – host, it will be able to tap into the host’s central nervous system and communicate.”

Finella shifted the finger of Kairi’s free hand to press the reverse button on the buzz-saw control box. The saw head started to rise back up, still spinning, but before it had climbed more than six inches Kairi’s hand was yanked away again and thrust into the tank.

Ew! The thing, whatever it was, felt real. Definitely not rubber or flexible plastic. But Kairi knew now what she must do. She grabbed hold of the creature and lifted it out, dripping and slimy, hefting it above the startled Akina.

As soon as the buzz-saw had retracted far enough, Kairi maneouvred the frighteningly realistic alien over the cut in Akina’s belly and laid it flat. Tentacles writhed, seeking, finding, parting the rip in the severed cotton and presumably exploring the gaping abdominal wound in the woman below. The creature gave a shudder, matched by Akina’s, then it surged down and in the blink of an eye was gone!

Finella smartly unclipped the sheet across Akina’s middle and threw it away, revealing a belly unmarred except for a faint scar line running from the base of Akina’s ribs, down through her belly button. And even that mark faded to nothing right in front of Kairi’s eyes, leaving Akina once more blemish free.

Externally blemish free, Kairi hastily corrected herself. There was something inside Akina, under the skin. Something wriggling. Something the same size and shape as the gut-clenching creature she’d just deposited on Akina’s sliced-open abdomen. As she watched, its outline convulsed and grew, causing Akina’s belly to swell until she seemed at least eight months pregnant. Not that the bulge was a smooth maternal swelling, though. No, it was hideously lumpy, the bumps and protusions of tentacles and extra eyes multiplying with horrifying speed.

One subcutaneous tentacle suddenly pushed down towards Akina’s crotch. Acting purely on instinct, Kairi whipped her finger out and away. Further tentacle-shaped bulges wriggled up Akina’s torso under the skin, around and between her breasts, and up her throat. Akina seemed too shocked to react, but it was all Kairi could do not to gag.

One tentacle pushed up the side of Akina’s skull, probably seeking her brain. Another seemed to enter her mouth, making her lips bulge. Akina opened her mouth and croaked faintly.

“Desperate to know what the alien might be trying to say, Dr Quinn leans in,” Finella announced.

No, she bloody well doesn’t, Kairi thought. But she had a job to do. She swallowed, then leaned forward until her face was scarcely six inches from Akina’s.

“I...,” Alien Akina croaked, in a deep but faint voice. “I need to...” As the posessed woman spoke, Kairi caught glimpses of one blue tentacle writhing where her tongue should be. Yuck!

“I need... to MATE!”

As soon as the words left Akina’s lips, the blue tentacle surged out of her mouth, whipping round Kairi’s shoulders, tightening painfully. The end flicked up towards her face and she flinched, but when it reached her it simply stroked her lips, delicately, almost lovingly.

Kairi was too shocked to notice the next sets of tentacles approach, at least until they wrapoed around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides. She struggled, but the alien tentacles held firm, even managing to lift her off the ground, Sneaking a look down, she was astonished to see six tentacles emerging from Akina’s sides through torn flesh, three on each side, thick and strong. No wonder they had picked her up so easily.

And the tentacles hadn’t finished multiplying either. Akina’s crotch bulged, writhing, as yet another tentacle emerged, ripping through the front on her panties. The thick appendage shot up towards her, and despite Kairi’s frantic kicking it wrapped around her right leg.

The tentacle grew, lengthening, spiralling up Kairi’s calf to her knee, probing under her skirt, stroking her inner thighs...

Oh my! It shouldn’t have felt good, but it did. Deciding to give the audience the best show she could, Kairi licked and nibbled the tentacle stroking the lips of her open mouth as that other tentacle started to probe her lower lips.

Another surge. She gritted her teeth until she ajusted to the width of the invading tentacle. Then, with what little freedom of movement she stell had, she bore down on it, impaling herself deeper still.

The tentacle, now as thick as her arm started to move rythmically inside her. Kairi moaned. Despite her modest skirt, no-one in the audience could be in any doubt that she was being fucked – fucked by a tentacle emerging from another woman’s pussy!

Akina’s alien appendage was penetrating her deeper than any man could. Kairi felt herself lifted further into the air as the tentacle probed her cervix, opening her in a way that should have had her screaming in pain, before forcing its way into her uterus. It was like childbirth in reverse and she should be in agony, but it felt so damn good!

Now she was splitting. Literally. The tentacle had burst through from womb to belly, tearing through her instestines with no sign of stopping. The tentacles around her torso slackened, and suddenly she was slipping, falling, her lungs thrust apart, her head thrown back as the tentacle pierced her lungs, surged up her throat and burst out of her mouth!

The audience gasped. Several of them screamed. Without being told, Kairi threw her arms out theatrically, spreading her legs, forming a perfect spread-eagle pose in mid air, all while impaled on the thick alien appendage.

Slowly, she completed her slide down the tentacle, coming to rest crotch to crotch on top of Akina. The tentacle gave a final shudder inside her, and Kairi let her orgasm take her, barely noticing the the black curtain that dropped to hide the scene from the cheering audience.


And the evening’s almost over. Just one more scene for our intrepid pair!