"Thank you!  Thank you!"  Bill the Magician bowed as the results of his last performance were taken off the stage.  "For my next not-trick, I will be wanting two volunteers," he said as he stepped up to the front of the low stage where the clear bowl with many slips of paper were visible inside it.  "And to that end!" He made a show of closing his eyes and looking away as stirred up the contents of the bowl and withdrew two slips between his fingers.  Looking back at them, he read the names out loud.  "Sandy!  Jessica!  Come on up, you've volunteered!"

So summoned, knowing this was possible when they put their names into the bowl at the start of the show, Sandy and Jessica soon climbed up onto the stage.  Sandy was first, her black hair pulled into a ponytail that draped down her back, just past her shoulders.  She wore a red tracksuit - hoodie and sweat pants - and sneakers.  After her, Jessica climbed up, her blonde hair cut short and in a white t-shirt and blue jeans.  Her shirt was tied off, giving a nice view of her stomach.

"Hey Bill!" Jessica greeted the magician.  "Good to be up here!"

"Thanks!" Bill returned the greeting warmly.  "So, you two ready?"

Sandra raised her hand in the air.  "If we didn't put our names in for the draw, we wouldn't be, but we did, so here we are!"

"That's the spirit!" Bill laughed.  "Now, when you were back in high school, you had lockers, right?"

"Yeah?" Jessica wondered where this was going.

"Where they the small little cubicles, the half-sized ones, or full height?"

"I had the first two at different points," Sandra replied.  "Why?"

"Well," Bill gestured behind him where his helper rolled out two tall lockers, then set them down on the floor before he withdrew.  "I'm going to stick you in them!"

The lockers were metal, each slightly taller than Sandy and Jessica, and a little wider than their shoulders.  The front of each was three doors, the first covering the top fifth, the second door covered the second and third fifths, while the last door covered the remaining stretch to the bottom.  Inset into each door was a smaller one at each fifth-interval.

Bill opened them up.  "Check them out, assure yourself that there's no trick to them."

"What about you?" Sandra asked as she examined the one on the left.  "Don't you count as a trick?"

The audience laughed.  Bill shook his head.  "No, I do tricks, I am not them."

"Well, I'm satisfied there's nothing in them." Jessica stepped away from the right.

"That's not true.  I said I was going to put you in them, and so I shall!"  Bill said with a flourish.  "Now, each of you, pick a locker."

Sandy, already standing in front of one, just turned around and backed into the locker she was examining, leaving Jessica the right one for her.

"Huh," Bill deadpanned as he started to close the doors, first the ones over their legs.  "I don't feel like I'm in school."  He closed up the torso doors.  "Usually I'm the one being put into lockers."

That elicited a chuckle from the audience.  He closed the head doors, closing off his two volunteers from the outside world.  "You alright in there?" He checked by opening the door-within-the-door in the top section, displaying Sandy and Jessica's faces.  They smiled, and nodded.  "Good!" He closed them away again, and then rapped sharply on each door with his hand.

"Now, I have to tell you, this isn't an escape trick," he informed everyone.  "If anything, it's the opposite!"

"What's the big idea?" Sandy complained as Bill opened the full door in front of her head.  Her ponytail was now wrapped around her neck.

"You'll see!" Bill promised.  "Or not," he opened up the next inset door, this time showing off Sandy's chest, her arms pressed against the side of them to push them out.  The middle door showed off her groin, with her hands draped in front of the pants as she tried to move them around.  The fourth showed off her legs, while the bottom was her feet.

For Jessica, her face was revealed to an awkward smile.  The second door also displayed her breasts, but this time they were resting on a white platform about a half-inch thick.  Her hands were seen pressing against the bottom of the divider.  The middle door showed off the top of her pants and the bottom of her bare stomach.  And line Sandy, her legs and feet were quickly showcased.

"Enough teasing!" Bill said, and this time opened all the doors fully to show off the predicaments of his assistants.  Around each of their necks were stocks, Sandy's hair resting on it.  For Sandy as well, another set was wrapped her waist, her wrists stuck through two holes just in front of her, preventing her from moving her arms.  Another stock was wrapped around her thighs, stopping her from moving her legs.

Jessica's neck stock was at the same height as Sandy.  The one around her chest was fixed in place, despite her being able to flex her elbows enough to grip the front of the stock with her hands.  The third set mirrored Sandy, her legs held in place.

"Now, I want to confirm they are all still in one piece," Bill confirmed to everyone.  "They are simply bound in place."  He turned to his two lovely helpers.  "And to confirm it," he added with a grin as he knelt down on one knee and pulled down their pants.

"Hey!"  "Watch it!" The two of them objected as Sandy's red sweat pants pooled around her legs, revealing white panties, her hands flailing around to protect her modesty before giving up and letting Bill have his way.

Jessica's pants required Bill to unbutton them, but once that was done, he was able to tug them down to display her black g-string.  Despite her arms being freer to move, she did nothing to stop Bill from his task.

Once that was done, Bill stepped aside to let the audience enjoy the view.  "Now," he admitted, "this is a magic show, so I should do some magic."  He closed the doors covering their torsos, leaving heads, legs and feet visible.  He tapped the closed doors, then opened them fully again.

Jessica's shirt had vanished, fully exposing her breasts as they rested on display.  The voluptuous orbs spreading out now that they were no longer contained by cloth.  "Hey!" She objected.  "If you wanted that gone, I could have done it myself!"

Sandy's jacket was equally missing, except she still had her breasts wrapped in a blue bra.  Bill frowned then closed and opened the door again, this time relieving her of the undergarment.  "Sorry about that," he said.  "I should have done better."  Sandy's breasts were smaller than Jessica, and didn't need the additional support.  Instead, they stayed upright on their own accord.  She sighed, consigned to her state of undress.

"I can't help but notice that I still have my pants," Sandy rolled her eyes.  "Are you gonna leave a girl hanging?"

"Well, if you insist!" Bill said as he closed everything except for their heads, leaving a contented expression on Sandy, and a moment's mortification on Jessica as he rapped the doors one more time.

This time, instead of opening all of them, Bill flipped the inset doors, first over their chests to show that they were still there, then over their groins.  True to his implication, Jessica's pants were now missing, as was her panties, leaving a shaven pussy on display.  On Sandy's side, the last door showed that she too was completely in the buff - except for her, her hands had found the gap between her legs and she was gently exploring with her fingertips.

The crowd loved it, even as Bill pulled open the full doors again, Sandy not caring and Jessica apparently not cluing into what was happening beside her.  And while Bill was tempted to let Sandy finish what she started, he had a performance to keep moving forward.  He gently reached over and slapped her hand, adding in a 'tsk tsk' as he did so.  "Now ladies, that you have nothing to hide, I'm going to give you an option."

"Oh?" Jessica asked.  "Top or bottom?"

That got another laugh from the audience.  "Now quite," Bill told her and the blushing Sandy.  "This next part?  Well, you get to decide if it's with or without your head!"

"Really?" Sandy asked, "what's the difference?"

"Aside from the obvious?  Well," Bill paused to clear his throat.  "With means you get to experience things.  Without means you put your trust and your helpless body into my hands."

"I'll keep mine," Jessica said without further hesitation.

"Then I won't!" Sandy proclaimed.

"Have it your way!" Bill said loudly as he closed the door in front of Sandy's face, then tapped it once.  He opened it again to show that the compartment was completely empty!  her shoulders loosened and her hands flopped down as her body lost all conscious and subconscious control.

Bill bowed once, then stood straight again.  "Now, for the final part of this act!"  He stepped behind the two lockers and when he emerged, he held three swords in his hands.  One was the width of both both lockers, while the other two could only span one.  The double-length blade, he took in his hands, setting the others down as he knelt beside Jessica, out of her field of vision.  Carefully, he lined the sword up with her knees and slid it into a very small vent hole in the side of the locker.

He pushed until it met her skin, where Jessica gasped in surprise before relaxing, allowing Bill no further problems as he slid the long thin blade through her legs and into the other locker, where Sandy's legs didn't react at all to the penetration.

Once it was through, he had firmly pinned the four limbs in place, no longer could they flex at the knees.  Leaving the other two on the ground, he went around the back again, this time emerging on Sandy's side with a large dividing blade in his hands.  He made a show of showing that it was the size of the game between her lower two stocks, then slid behind the lockers and out of sight.

For a moment, all was still and silent, then the more acute-eyed members of the audience could see a thin line emerge from the shadows between her legs.  Then the first sharp gleam of its edge came into the lights from above, already a third of the way through the locker - and Sandy's rear end.  To rapturous applause, Bill advanced the blade, dividing Sandy's pussy and lower stomach until the blade reached its limit at the front of the locker.

"What?" Jessica demanded.  "What happened?"

"You'll find out!" Bill said as he came around to her side of the lockers, still out of her view and produced another dividing blade.  This time, however, it was longer, and Bill showed off that it too would fit between the stocks on Jessica.  Without a word, he stepped behind and for a moment nothing.

Then Jessica's eyes widened and her mouth formed an "O".  "Hey!" she tried to say as it became apparent that Bill was splitting her down the middle as he did Sandy.  "ooohhhh," she moaned as the blade pushed into her back, into her spine - a rush of sensations that rippled up and down her body.  As the blade further cut into her, she wanted nothing more than to slide up and down on the edge halfway through her.  It pressed into her precious maidenhood, the split in her body matching the small slit in her body perfectly.

She gasped, desperately wishing for some release, but her hands were balled up tight, her arms locked into place with the paralyzing sensations.  Her stomach was soon breached, her body split from below her breasts, down across her navel, and through her clitoris.  "Ahhhh!   Ahhh!" she breathed in and out as she tried to relax her body enough to examine her new state with her hands.  "Oh god...!"

"Why thank you!" Bill said as he came around front, giving the audience plenty of time to see the two cuts.  "I'm not done with you yet!"

"What else could you possibly do?" Jessica complained, regretting the words even as they left her mouth.

"Well," Bill knelt down and picked up the two swords he had left on the floor.  "I could stab you!"  He picked one, and put the other on top of the lockers with a metallic clang.  Standing beside the wary woman, he took the blade in hand, and poked the tip of it through the side of her locker, this time lined up with her breasts.

The point passed through the empty space between wall and flesh with a silent sheen, until it touched Jessica.  "Uh..." she had a chance to say before Bill advanced the sword into her, pressing against her soft flesh and into it.  Stopping partway into it, Bill levered the sword up through the small gap, lifting up Jessica's breast in the process.  "Eh," Bill said, wiggling it up and down, "It's a big big for my tastes."

"Are you saying I'm fat?" Jessica said through flush cheeks.

"Not at all!" Bill replied politely as he set her breast down, then advanced the blade more and more through her body until it poked out the other side, her precious orbs pierced through, even as they rested on the stocked, full display.  "How to do feel?" Bill asked as he checked his handiwork.

"Bound, cut up and pierced in all the wrong ways," Jessica admitted.

"Well, can't get everything we want," Bill said as he recovered the last sword and crossed over to Sandy's body.  Sliding the sword in, he poked at her firm tit before frowning.  "Hrm," he commented aloud, then leaned over to look at her chest as he pulled the sword back and then forward.  "Eh, it's not like she's going to complain," he shrugged as he took the very tip of her breast and lifted it up, putting just enough tension on it for him to slide the blade through it.

With the first one done, he stepped back to show off how her breast was now raised up a little higher.  The blade ran in front of her fixed arms.  He repeated the process with her left breast, pushing the sword through until it rested against the inner wall.

"Tah-dah!" Bill cried out, stepping back from the two women.  "How do you like that!?"

If the response of his audience was any indication, they did.  Bill bowed.  "Thank you!  Thank you!"  He swept one arm in front of the headless and headed women.  "I'll leave them like this for the rest of the program,"

"YES!" Jessica called out.

"And," Bill moved past the interruption with ease, "as usual, I invite everyone to examine my volunteers in detail for any tricks!" Behind him, his male helper appeared and removed the front doors of the lockers, carrying them away before returning with a cart to load them on and carry them off stage, to where they would be put on display.

"So, I need a volunteer for my next trick!" Bill proclaimed as he reached for the bowl of names in front of him....