Boxing Clever, Part 2

A ‘real magic’ story

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. And of course they’re all restored at the end (eventually, anyway!). 

This one has a tiny bit of strong language, and sexual content too.

Enjoy!

Fuck!

The pain was excruciating, but somehow Viv couldn’t cry out. Instead, the trapped curse just reverberated back and forth in her brain, stars flashing in front of her eyes. She thought she might black out, but instead the next wave of pain washed her into a state of semi-consciousness where she was only dimly aware of the crack of bone and cleaving of muscles and tendons. Then warmth rushed through her. Time slowed to a crawl. The passage of the blade through her leg became first a matter of dispassionate observation, like feeling your knife cut through a slab of butter, then a positive pleasure.

Thunk!

Viv opened her eyes. She was breathing heavily, biting her lip. Alice was looking down at her, horrified. Quickly, Viv smiled at the women, then winked. Whether that wink made Alice think this was all still an illusion, no matter how real it must have felt to her, or whether she’d feel invited into a club where this was all actually real but still OK, Viv neither knew nor cared. She just wanted Alice not to freak out, not to run away traumatised.

Alice’s ashen colour slowly returned to normal. A hint of a smile crossed her lips. A hint of a blush on her cheeks. God, this woman is so adorable, Viv thought, realising with a start that she couldn’t wait for Alice to shove the next cutter into her helpless body, preferably somewhere more sensitive.

But that wasn’t to be. At least not yet. First, Finella turned off the current to the glass box, restoring the panels to their normal, transparent state. Then Viv felt herself being rotated, the audience invited to ooh and ah as the position of the cutter – passing right through her left leg – was made clear to all. Viv wished she could see it. Were they getting a simple visual of her leg apparently – and impossibly – intersecting with a sharp sheet of metal they’d seen proven as solid? Or was there some special effect? Viv couldn’t feel dampness, so presumably there wasn’t blood.

As if reading her mind, Finella produced a hand mirror and held it at just the angle for Viv to see the strange junction between her flesh and the steel blade. The cut was perfectly clean, her leg pressed hard against the metal that had severed it. She flexed her leg as far as the confines of the box would allow, discovering that while she could still move her toes and tense her leg muscles, she couldn’t pull away so much as a millimetre from the blade. It was like her flesh was glued to it. Just as well, she thought, as that might be all that was stopping the blood leaking out.

“Wiggle your toes again,” Finella whispered out of the side of her mouth. Viv complied, while Finella made the point to the audience that it was obviously a real foot sticking out, not a plastic fake. “Can you confirm that for the audience, Alice,” the magician asked. Viv just kept on wriggling her toes as Alice gingerly probed the disjointed extremity and concluded that it was indeed warm and alive.

Now the show picked up pace. Finella returned the glass box to its semi-obscured state then had Alice insert a second cutter, this one covering Viv’s left upper body, from neck down to her waist, encompassing her left breast and her left arm down to her elbow. This time Alice barely hesitated before ramming the sharp steel down and through her willing victim.

Viv was ready for the pain and the pleasure, but not for the brief interruption of her breathing as half of her windpipe was cut away. It took a moment for her to get her breath back, and by then she was being wheeled round in a circle again, to let the audience see that the solid blade had indeed passed right through her throat, her sternum and half her waist, cutting her arm off at the wrist. Again Finella used a mirror to let Viv see what her been done to her, then lowered it to within an inch of her lips to let her breath fog the glass and prove she was still breathing.

Now Finella passed Alice a cutter that was almost square, except for having one corner removed. This Alice lined up on Viv’s right side, over her belly and right forearm. As the blade settled lightly on Viv’s stomach, she could feel part of it as a cold line down the centre of her belly, heading towards her crotch. With the bottom of the cutter running across her upper legs mid-thigh, it was clear that once pressure was applied the central blade would cleave her pussy in two. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through her. Judging from Alice’s peaking nipples, it was having a similar effect on her too, though her tight lips and becoming blush indicated that she was rather ashamed of the emotion.

When the audience once again started to chant “Do it. Do it. Do it,” Viv too joined in, though her refrain was slightly different. “Do me, do me,” was what she was telling the pretty blonde.

This time, when the blade came down, Viv came too. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, but she doubted Alice could have missed her sharp gasp, her shallow breathing, and the tell-tale flush down her neck – that part of it that was still on show – which previous lovers had so adored. She waited for her vision to clear then gave Alice a smile that was part reassurance and part heartfelt thanks.

The remaining five cutters required to completely cover her body went in, each in turn, without a hitch, the one over her left hip giving her a nice follow-on mini quake as sharp steel once again slid through her sex. Then it was the final box – the one over her head – throwing her into utter darkness.

The physical stress of what she’d endured finally hit her, and she passed out.

She couldn’t have been gone for long, but it must’ve been long enough for the prop to be realigned for Viv now found herself upright, facing the audience.

She was still in the box, looking through some sort of flap in the box over her head. Warm stage air played over other parts of her, indicating that flaps on the tops of the other boxes had been thrown open too. She just hoped the damage to her dress wasn’t resulting in any wardrobe malfunctions. She wouldn’t say no to letting Alice cop an eyeful – indeed she was positively planning on it, albeit later and in the privacy of her house – but the audience was another matter. Especially those lechers at the table on the far right.

Alice stepped closer. Viv realised she was looking a good couple of feet over the blonde’s head. She must have been hoisted up, as well as being turned. But why?

The answer wasn’t long in coming. Finella directed Alice to pull a pin somewhere down by Viv’s knee, while one of the anonymous Hotties knelt to do the same on the other side. There was a clunk and Viv felt herself drop. Or at least part of her. Her feet and lower legs must have parted company with the rest of her! Experimentally, Viv wiggled her toes, finding them still under her control, though it was harder work to do so and the sensations she received back from them were fainter than normal. As she did so, Finella had Alice kneel and run her hand through the gap between the disconnected boxes. Viv knew the exact moment Alice’s hand passed where her shins should have been. Just for a second it was like being plugged into the other woman’s central nervous system. She could feel a second heart beat, feel the hairs rise on the back of a second pair of hands, experience the sharp intake of another pair of lungs, taste the lascivious thoughts running through the other woman’s mind (yes, she was assuredly a lesbian too, thank goodness!). Then the hand moved on, leaving Viv bereft.

One look into Alice’s eyes, as the blonde stood back up, told Viv volumes. Yes, she’d experienced it too. And wanted it back again.

Finella had Alice repeat the procedure. This time the sections of box that dropped were the ones containing Viv’s upper legs. They didn’t fall as far as her feet had – Viv could tell that from how the two halves of her legs felt closer again, but not as close as if they were touching.

Once again Alice passed her hand through the gap. This time it passed within inches of Viv’s crotch and the momentary connection was electric, though unfortunately far too brief to assuage Viv’s aching need.

Two more sets of pins pulled out, and now Viv, already split into nine pieces by oversized cookie cutters, was physically separated into four sets of parts. It was enough to make her feel dizzy.

But more was to come. Finella motioned Hotties A and B to grab the extended frame edges which kept the box sections in place. She paused for dramatic effect, then shouted “Pull!”

Viv felt herself come apart as the two sides of her body went in opposite directions, leaving her head suspended over the gap in between them. The audience gasped, though quite why Viv wasn’t sure, given that she’d already been successfully divided in four places horizontally. But they’d paid for a show (and paid well as Viv knew from the price tag on her own ticket) so she gamely gave them a show, smiling and waving and wiggling her toes for all she was worth.

Then Finella motioned for Alice to do the final, inevitable, stage. As soon as the blonde’s hand passed between Viv’s ankles, she felt the tingle. It rapidly increased as Alice’s hand rose higher. As it passed through the three-foot gap between Viv’s thighs, it was like her legs were still connected and Alice was stroking both her inner thighs together. And when Alice’s hand passed into the gap between the halves of Viv’s divided pussy she exploded, coming apart figuratively in as extreme a manner as she’d already been taken apart physically, climaxing so hard that she once again passed out.

To be continued…