The Assistant took a bow as the camera turned on. "Thank you for coming back to my Web Show!  Contrary to popular opinion, we are not selling out," she informed her audience. "Offers have been made, but declined. I like to keep control over my program, thank you very much."  No one had firmly identified the woman behind the mask, though that didn't stop any of the guessing.  For this show, she was in a tight fitting pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a blue-jean vest to complete the ensemble.  As was usual, she was on a stage with a white backdrop and floor.

"Today's request earned me some very interesting glances at the hardware store, let me tell you," she said as she knelt down to pick up the envelope from its usual place. "This request is from an anonymous donor - please remember that only donors will have their requests thought about," she said as she opened up the envelope and removed the paper within.  "Dear Assistant," she read aloud, "I wonder, how would someone like you perform the Spiker?"

"The Spiker," The Assistant said as she tossed away the envelope and paper, "is actually a term used to describe a couple different illusions."  Behind her, the Helper pushed out a low table onto the stage, piled high with things.  "But they all involve the same general idea. The helpless assistant is fixed into place and over a dozen sharp objects are pushed through her.  Now, this differs from the Sword Basket in a couple ways. First, the sharp pointy bits are spikes, as per the name. And the device will push them all through at once, rather than one at a time. Also, the frame is fixed."  She counted off the points one by one. "Often, the focus is the torso, though I've seen versions where the legs are affected as well. The assistant can be standing, or laying down."  She paused, reaching five points and running out of fingers. "Well, you get the idea."

Behind her, the Helper was busy working.

"For this request, I needed something a bit different to prove everything," she informed the camera. "Ir at least make it seem impossible.  It's very hard to escalate when one of the more famous versions is showing the spikes go through the woman in profile," she shook her head. "But eventually, I stumbled on something I hope will work, and keep with the PG13 rating I'm aiming for."

The Helper made a show of wiping his brow, despite still being covered head to toe in black clothes. He stepped back from his project, and the Assistant picked up the camera and stand to approach his finished work.

It was a chair, she panned the camera around.  There were locks at where her neck would be, as well as around her wrists and ankles. The back of the chair was made of thin straps that crossed it at three levels, and the seat only had two straps to sit on.  Under the chair was a series of 9 spikes in a three-by-three pattern, each about ten inches in length.  At the back, another array of sharp spikes were pointing at the back in a square pattern as well, also about the same length.  "This," she said, "is my Spiker."

She handed the camera to the Helper and stood in front of the chair. "As you can see, it's quite different from the usual versions. For once, I've forgone the usual trappings and made this an open performance."  She twisted to be to one side.  "Also, there are two controls, one under each arm rest."  The Helper lowered the camera and focused on each button under the straps. "The one on the left controls the spikes under the chair."

The Assistant pressed the button, and all nine spikes shot upward, slamming into the bottom of the seat. They were spaced to go into the spaces between the lengths of cloth that she would sit in.  Then she pressed the button again, and the spikes retracted.

"And under the right," she said as she and the Helper switched sides, "is the button to control the ones through the back."  Another button was pressed, and this time the nine spikes pushed through the back of the chair and into the open space in front of it."  Then the spikes returned to their starting location.  "And with that, I think I've proven that there's no faking those," she said cheerfully.

The Helper stepped back to allow the Assistant to sit in the chair, letting her wiggle to find the right spot.  The Helper set down the camera and moved to secure her, starting with her feet, then her hands, then her neck.

Returning to the camera, the Helper picked it up and circled the Assistant. Her back was pressed against the rear of the chair, the nine points threatening her body there.  Then he returned to his starting point.

"Now," the Assistant fidgeted one last time, "I was debating throwing a coin to determine which goes first, but then I figured I could do both!  Then I thought - why have two buttons then?  Eventually, my good Helper pointed out that I should do what is good for the camera first. He was right, so here we go!"  With that, she squeezed her left hand, pressing the button with more than enough force.

At the command, the spikes at her back slammed through her.  The camera held steady as nine points appeared out her front.  The first three were lined up with her stomach, and pushed through her middle as well as on each side.  The top set punctured her collar, just under her throat and on the inside of her shoulders.

The middle trio, however, were a different matter.  The middle spike emerged from between her breasts, uncovered by the vest.  And the two that flanked it didn't miss. They penetrated her breasts cleanly, right through the middle. The Assistant stiffened at the sensations, but did not make a sound.  The Helper approached her and gently pulled away the blue vest, showing off the spike emerging through her white-covered flesh.  He gently poked it to prove it was real, then withdrew to record her whole again.

"And now, for the other ones," she said, and gripped the right hand.  This time, the spikes drove upward, through her legs and clear out.  Each leg was pierced by a pair of spikes. One near her knee, and the other through her thighs. Two more spikes went through the gap between her legs, leaving three unaccounted for.

This time, the Helper swung the camera around her more slowly, showing off where the back of the spikes was now flush against the back of the chair. Then he lowered the camera to look under the chair.  From that perspective, it was clear that the spikes had all risen up.

"Some of you may be wondering where the last three are," the Assistant said as the Helper slowly raised the camera to point at her masked face. "Well, they went up, I can assure you. However, they are buried completely inside me."  The camera focused on her hips to emphasize the point, pun not intended. "Now, let's pull them out."

She pressed both buttons at the same time, and all 16 spikes (and two misses) withdrew from her body.  The Helper panned along her body, showing off where the spikes had gone through her.  He reached out and slid a finger into each gap, pulling aside the torn cloth to reveal the unharmed skin under it. He did this for her legs, and for her torso, though he did not touch her breasts.

"As you can see," the Assistant noted, "I show all the signs of being penetrated over a dozen times, with nowhere to contort around the spikes, or hidden devices to produce fake spikes."  The Helper stepped back and set the camera down.

"Of course, at this point, I would normally leave myself in the performance for a few minutes while the camera runs. However, this particular illusion won't oblige me that as something interesting. So I asked my Helper to now install something ... different."

At this, the Helper emerged back onto the camera from behind the Assistant. He carried two new plates.  Setting them down, he removed first the back plate, then the underside plate before replacing them. "You see," she said, "I don't know what he has planned for me here."

The Helper, done his work, stood in her view, giving a thumbs up.  "Well," she said to the camera. "There's no time like the present."  And with that, she pressed both buttons at the same time.

Between her legs, to normal spikes emerged, nothing odd about them.  Same with her legs.

The rearmost spikes however, were replaced.  Instead of being the typical metal, her rear was penetrated by trio of light-bulbs, the glass magically doing the same job as steel. Her lower stomach glowed from within, white lights that didn't cast any shadows.

Her Torso wasn't so lucky.  The lower trio of spikes were replaced with a long curved blade that cut through her cleanly, though her shirt wasn't so lucky.  The upper trio were replaced with two thin needles that unfolded into a pair of white flags.  Her throat was lit up by another glass bulb, as was the one between her breasts.

However, no spike came through those parts of her.  Instead, a pair of circles emerged, the black plastic forming a cordon around her twin mounds, each circle expanding into an empty cylinder - except they weren't empty at all.

Now lit up, cut into, penetrated and sort of divided, the Assistant's voice was slightly strained. "Thank you all for watching she said. Please don't forget to Like, Subscribe and Watch my channel. And remember, only donors will have their requests checked out!"

The camera rolled for another couple minutes, the Assistant not clicking the button for her torso, but repeatedly activating the one for her legs and lower body.