Green and Gold
Part Three: Head Games

By Dr. Mercurious

 

It had taken until midnight the second day for the penny to drop. Eighteen-hour plane flights have a tendency to breed a ferocious case of jet lag. Now the lag was over, and Anthony was starting to wonder about his new employer, Harry Dini. The fact that he owned Dante Towers was a given - - heck, the employees all called him boss; that didn’t bother him. Dini’s zest for stage magic didn’t bother him either, for obvious reasons. What bothered him was the little tricks he’d seen so far didn’t seem to be tricks. The business cards appearing in his pocket, his appearing breakfast - - these illusions were too good. Worse, every time he tried to winkle an explanation out of Dini, something would happen to distract him…either the man would get a business call and have to leave, or a staff member would come to him with a problem, or a dozen other things.

Once or twice Anthony could buy, but every time stretched the boundaries of coincidence.

He STILL hadn’t gotten a look at Dini’s "Body-Scanner" as he called it. Apparently one of the techs working on it "FUBARed" in the businessman’s own words and it would take another day to fix. Dini seemed to be pretty annoyed by it, so Anthony doubted it was another delay.

In the meantime, Anthony had been writing code to Dini’s specifications. It was strongly based on work he’d done before, so things were going quickly. Besides, it helped distract him from the questions at hand. First and foremost was why the fact these people were performing real magic seemed to bother him. Considering his home situation as of late he shouldn’t be surprised magic existed, but…

Anthony rubbed his nose and saved the current program. Maybe he’d be more clear-headed in the morning.

 

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"Oh stop complaining; you both agreed to it last night. I promised to ‘restore’ you two, didn’t I?"

Jessica, back to her old self again, tapped one heeled foot and raised an eyebrow at Karen and Vicki who sulked on the couch. The sisters were restored to their old selves and none too happy about it, but Jessica had been firm; if they wanted to experiment with the box today, everyone had to be back to normal.

She picked up the box and described how to use it. When she was done, Karen said, "So there’s no way to make your head appear in the box once you take it off?"

Jessica shook her head. "Nope. Those knives stay in their grooves like they were glued in place."

"How about reattaching your head in a different location?" Vicki grinned.

"Again, no go. If the box isn’t on the neck stub, the knives won’t come out. Mind you, your head can be on backwards…that’s lots of fun." Jessica giggled.

"Do you have to have the neck-stock in the box when you use it?"

Jessica frowned at Karen. "That was one area Anthony didn’t want to explore."

"Well," Karen ventured, "I was thinking that without the neck stock, the box would sit lower, and when your head disappeared it might take the neck stub with it."

"Do I hear a volunteer?"

"Hey!" Vicki protested. "She got to be sawed in half first, I wanna try this first!"

Jessica lifted an eyebrow at Karen who shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"Okay," Jessica said, sliding the neck-stock completely out of the box and putting it over Vicki’s head. Her hands clamped onto it eagerly. "Now you’ll feel a little disoriented at first; don’t worry about it."

"How long will…" Vicki never got to finish as Jessica rammed the vertical dagger in its slot. Since blood failed to pour from the bottom of the box, she assumed its magic was working. She slid the two diagonal daggers in place and opened the door with a flourish. "Ta-daah!"

Karen peered into the box. "Wow, this looks neat!" She stuck her hand inside. "Hey, I don’t feel a neck-stub!"

Jessica took the box away from Vicki’s body and looked carefully. Sure enough, the space where a neck-stub should have been was flat and smooth. Vicki’s hand immediately went to that area and began to rub.

Karen licked her lips and sat down on the couch next to her sister’s body. She looked up at Jessica. "So, where do you want to put her head?"

"She’s your sister," Jessica reminded the twin. "Where do you think she’d want it put?"

"Probably on my body," Karen mused. "But let’s save that for later. Right now, I say put her head between her tits."

"That’s appealingly kinky," Jessica nodded. Vicki’s body, as if in agreement, immediately began to unbutton its blouse. It had problems with its bra, but Karen helped it and in no time it sat on the couch naked from the waist up. Karen sat behind her sister’s body and cupped its breasts to spread them apart. Vicki’s headless body leaned into Karen, obviously enjoying the experience. Jessica pressed the box tightly into the area and quickly removed the daggers. Removing the box revealed Vicki’s head and neck, now sprouting from between her breasts.

"Oh, wow," Vicki breathed as Karen let the fleshy orbs fall back in place. "This is soooo cool!" She didn’t have much room to move her head around except to crane her neck up and down, as her breasts pressed against her cheeks. Jessica reflected it was a good thing the twins kept their hair short.

"My turn," Karen announced. "But I want you to put my head in a different place."

"Oh?" Jessica said.

Vicki giggled. "I know where you want it!"

Karen nodded and stripped off her skirt and panties. "I want you to put it right here," she purred. "Underneath my pussy, hanging upside down."

Jessica was blushing a fire-engine red. "But there isn’t enough room down there for the base of your neck!"

"Oh, and there was room between my tits?" Vicki demanded. "We may not have your water balloons, but we ain’t built small."

"Please?" Karen begged.

Jessica wanted to say no, but she had to admit to herself that all this body rearranging was getting her wet. "All right. Just don’t blame me if something goes wrong." She slid the box over Karen’s head and once again worked the magic of the box. Karen’s headless body lay down on the couch and spread its legs wide, as if eager to get the mis-restoration over with.

"Here, let me help," Vicki said. Her repositioned head didn’t seem to be causing her many problems as she took her sister’s legs and spread them wider. Jessica carefully positioned the box in the requested location and drew the daggers out.

Karen blinked and looked around. "Wow, this is so weird! Help me stand up."

Jessica got on one side and Vicki the other, and the two helped Karen to her feet. "Oooooh," her upside-down head moaned.

"You okay?" Jessica said with concern.

"Mmmm…my head’s pulling on my pussy," she giggled. "Feels good."

"Your turn," Vicki grinned at Jessica.

"Uhhh…" Jessica stalled. She couldn’t deny that the thought had appeal, but also didn’t have any clue where she wanted her head put.

"Why don’t we just make it disappear for now," Vicki said. "You can always decide later."

Jessica plopped down on the couch with a grin. "Sounds good to me!"

 

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"But Mr. Dini…"

"Son, you call me that one more time and I’ll horsewhip ya; it’s Harry. Now shush; the second act’s about to start."

Anthony ground his teeth in frustration and made a silent vow to himself; Harry was going to answer some questions and not avoid him like he’d been doing all day. Even the prospect of a magic show being held in one of the hotel’s restaurants had done little to curb his annoyance.

He had to admit; it’d been a fantastic show, the best he’d ever seen. So far the first act had had great sleight of hand involving live baby chicks - - Anthony would give anything to know where the magician had hid them in a short-sleeved shirt - - a juggler who pulled his bowling pins out of midair, a levitation with a human-sized habitrail and the lady in question floating through the tubes, and a head-mover as the last trick. That last one had been very good. The blonde’s head, covered by a sheet instead of a box, had been placed on a well-lit small table and revealed to smile at the audience. The magician then declared an intermission and dared the audience to come up and explore the table looking for the ‘trick’. Anthony had stuck an arm underneath the table and tapped on its underside as the woman’s head stuck out its tongue at him.

Now, having retaken his seat, he’d lost his chance to talk to Harry. Anthony resolved to talk to him after the magic show and not take ‘no’ for an answer.

The lights brightened up as the magician, a tall swarthy fellow in a white tux, walked over to the table and ruffled the woman’s hair. He cast a meaningful glance at the audience. "I take it you all had fun trying to expose my trick?" he grinned.

"Not as much fun as I’d like," the woman’s head grinned. Her body, still sitting in its chair, caressed its own knee.

"Hush," he admonished, tapping her on the nose. "Now for this next trick, I’ll need a volunteer from the audience." He scanned the crowd as raised hands sprouted. "You!" he said, pointing.

Anthony, who hadn’t had his hand raised, blinked in surprise. "Me?"

"Yes, you. Come on up here."

Anthony nervously went on stage, giving the magician a weak grin. "Er, hello."

"Pleasure’s all mine," the man said. "Now we’re going to do a card trick, but I have to clean up the stage a bit first."

The woman’s head looked worried. "I don’t know if I like the sound of that." Her body put its hands on its hips.

The magician pulled a tiny handkerchief out of his vest pocket. Holding it up to the audience, he shook it and suddenly it was a huge cloth.

"Now I really don’t like...hey, get away from there!" she demanded as the magician covered her body and its chair with the blanket.

"Don’t worry," he said as he draped the huge sheet over her body. "You won’t feel a thing." With a flourish, he tore the sheet away, revealing empty air; not even the prop that her body was bound up in remained

Anthony peered closely. The area was well-lit, and he’d had the whole thing covered for only seconds. No trap door, and from his vantage point he would’ve seen it move backstage…had there been time. Yet another trick that was too good.

"Now what am I supposed to do?" the woman’s head wailed. Anthony noted that she didn’t sound all that upset.

"Well, for starters, you can be quiet until this trick is done," the magician grinned. "Then we’ll see about restoring you." She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a raised finger. The audience tittered at the by-play.

"Now then," he said, looking at Anthony, "can I have your name, sir?"

"Anthony," he returned.

"Anthony," the magician nodded, producing a familiar rectangle object. "I have here a brand new deck of cards. Would you inspect them to make sure?"

Anthony looked the plastic-wrapped deck over; it certainly looked new-bought. "Seem to be."

"Good!" The magician removed his jacket and threw it casually over his shoulder towards the back of the stage. At about shoulder-height it stuck, as if it caught an invisible hook; the audience oohed in appreciation. "Now, pick a card." The magician turned his back to Anthony. "Show it to the audience, but don’t tell them what it is."

Anthony looked through the deck, picking out the Queen of Hearts and showed it around to the audience.

"Please pocket the card."

Interesting variant, Anthony thought, and did so.

"Now," the magician intoned, taking the deck from Anthony, "I will make the card reappear in the deck and reveal itself!" He held the deck up for the audience to see it, then let go and stepped back. It continued to hover in midair, rock-steady. The magician then pointed at the deck and, slowly, a single card raised itself.

He stepped forward and flashed the card at Anthony. "Is this your card?"

Anthony couldn’t help but grin. "Nope, it’s the eight of clubs."

The magician frowned. "Hmm. Okay, let’s try that again." He stepped back and again pointed at the floating deck. Another card extracted itself from the deck and the magician took it. "How about this one?"

Anthony’s grin was huge. "Ace of spades; sorry, nope."

The magician scratched his head as the audience chuckled. "Hmm. You don’t still have the card in your pocket, do you?"

Anthony felt in his pants pocket, exploring its empty depths. He shook his head in amazement; he could’ve sworn it was there a second ago. "No."

The magician scratched his chin in thought, his back to the bodiless woman. She seemed to be scowling for some reason, but Anthony was sure he detected another element in her expression. Then it hit him, and he couldn’t help but double over with laughter. The crowd tittered along dutifully, but he could tell they hadn’t a clue of what he was laughing about. Even the stage magician looked puzzled.

Anthony managed to gasp out, "…her…mouth," before folding over again with hysterics.

The magician stomped over to the woman’s head and tweaked its nose. She opened her mouth to yelp, and his hand dove inside and came out with it prize in tow. The card was held up to Anthony, who did indeed -- through giggles -- identify it as the Queen of Hearts. The audience roared with laughter, and the magician chose that moment to declare the show over. Anthony thought it a wise move; there was no way he could see to top that act.

He returned to his seat, wiping tears of hilarity away, and grinned at Harry. "That was great."

The old man grinned. "Glad you liked it."

A sudden impulse seized the young computer programmer. "In fact," he continued, "I’ve liked all the tricks I’ve seen, which made me wonder; are they teachable?"

Harry had an expression on his face Anthony couldn’t decipher. "Maybe; if they’re the right kind of person."

"I would love," Anthony said, "to be able to do real magic." Saying it felt like freedom, as he discarded all his pent-up insecurities and reservations about what he’d seen here.

A tension seemed to flow out of Harry. "Son, you don’t know how much I wanted to hear that conviction in your voice."

"I’m sorry," he grimaced. "I should have known better, after..."

Harry held up a hand. "Enough of that. If it makes you feel any better, I was as mule-headed as you were when I was first recruited."

"So what happens now?"

"Now? Well, I give you a little history lesson and tell you a bit about what you’re getting’ yourself into. Then, we see about fillin’ in your lady-friend."

"Why wait?"

Harry grinned. "She’s havin’ some fun now."

 

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Jessica blinked as the box was taken away.

"Now what did you do that for?" she demanded.

Vicki’s head grinned at her from between her breasts as she put the box down on the coffee table. "We were wondering if you’d be up for a little experiment.

Jessica raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Karen sat on the right side of the couch in what would have been an upside-down position if her head didn’t sprout from between her legs; back on the floor and legs spread wide as the rested on the couch. "Yeah, we wanted to test the limits of the box. Three heads, one body."

"Whose body?" Jessica asked.

Karen shrugged, which considering the smooth expanse of flesh that now existed between her shoulders looked very strange. "Yours. So, you up for it?"

"Sure, sounds like fun," Jessica smiled. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra as Vicki sat down to her left. Jessica let the box work its magic, then placed it on her shoulders next to her head on the left side. The knife handle poked a bit, but she managed to withdraw all three daggers. Suddenly it felt like there was a weight on her shoulders and an electric thrill coursed through her. She raised the box and glanced sideways at her new passenger.

"Wow," Vicki said. "Feels tingly." Jessica felt like some outside force commanded her arms to put the box down on the coffee table.

"Hey, you seem to have as much control over my body as I do," she laughed.

"It makes sense, seeing as how I’m connected to it. What about my body?"

Vicki’s discarded body sat stiffly in its place. Jessica’s left hand reached out to pinch its arm; Jessica wasn’t sure if the action was due to her or Vicki. It slapped the offended area and scooted away

"Seems wooden to me, like it’s on automatic or something," Karen noted.

"I didn’t feel a thing," Vicki protested.

"That’s because you’re riding on my body," Jessica laughed. "I just hope there’s room for you, Karen."

"Me too," she grinned as Jessica/Vicki placed the box over her head. Unfortunately, they ran into a problem; the left dagger handle got in the way of having the box flush on Jessica’s body, and she couldn’t lean her head to the left with Vicki’s head in the way.

"There’s got to be a way around that," Vicki mused.
"I have an idea," Jessica said. She bowed her neck down as far as it would go and replaced the box; the dagger scraped the back of her neck but the box settled in place. Quickly she/Vicki -- it had already become impossible to discern who was behind what action -- removed the offending dagger so Jessica could straighten her neck up. It took stretching, but eventually the last dagger worked free, and again Jessica felt a weight settle. The tingling feeling increased to the point where it was greater than having her head backwards or even missing, and she/Vicki removed the box to reveal Karen’s head now sprouting from her right.

For a while they did nothing save relish the feel of their new configuration. Jessica had no room to move her head right or left, but she didn’t feel confined. Rather, it felt like she was in a warm embrace. She didn’t know whose idea it was, but her right hand drifted gently up to one breast and began to tease the nipple; all three groaned at the heightened sensation.

Abruptly the hand snatched itself away. "I’m sorry," Karen stammered. "I wasn’t thinking."

"It’s okay," Jessica purred. "After all, you are guests, and I’d hate to think I was being a poor hostess."

The hand trembled. "Are you sure?" Karen whispered.

"Sounds sure to me," answered Vicki.

Jessica let her deeds answer, taking command of her hand and bringing it to the breast in question. Any recalcitrant thoughts the twin might have had were left unvoiced and soon the left hand groped down to Jessica’s pussy. Jessica’s knees buckled as intense pleasure coursed through her body and only through sheer act of will were they able to ease themselves to the carpet. Without having to worry about support they began to grope with greater abandon, almost to the point of bruising.

Jessica didn’t know how she managed to stay conscious until orgasm, although cumming certainly took care of that. She came to still lying on the floor, her hands lightly caressing her shared body. "I’d say that was better than sex, but…"

She didn’t get to finish; Vicki and Karen giggled at the comment; their use of her lungs cut her off. "I wonder what it would be like to be fucked by a guy like this," Vicki mused

"Mmmmm," Jessica purred. She noted that her right foot ached, and vaguely remembered kicking something in the throes of ecstasy. "Maybe we could talk Anthony into a little experimentation."

"That should be hard; ‘hey, wanna screw three women at once?’ I can just picture a man saying no to that one," Karen said. Then suddenly their shared body sat up. "Hey, where’s the box?"

"Don’t be silly, Karen," Jessica scoffed. "It’s…" a memory percolated through, of putting the box down on the floor, near them, just before their mutual masturbation. “Oh no.”

Against one wall laid the box, propelled there after having been kicked by their throes of pleasure; a crack glared out at them from one of its sides, stretching the entire length of that side.

"Uh oh," the three said in unison.

 

TO BE CONTINUED