I left the chocolate woman behind me as I decided how to put Joy back together.  I made the decision quickly as I recognized that I wouldn't have much time to take her off the shelf and manually put her back together. People had already seen me do that in the other direction, and I wanted to keep things fresh.

Thankfully, the answer was available. The bag I had carried out the portable wrappings was still available.  "Well then," I said as I grabbed it and tugged the aperture open wide, "let's get you together again."

"Awww," Joy replied as I reached up, too her hand in mine, then dropped it in the bag, where it vanished.  "Hey!  what happened to my hand? I can't feel it!"

"I dropped it into the bag, Joy!" I explained.  It was magic. What was there to explain?

"Oh, Ok.  So what next?"

"Well, if you're going to keep talking, your head."

"Please!"

I sighed. "Very well."  I took her head carefully by her hair and slid it into the bag.

"Whoa! It's dark..!" Whatever she had to say next was unheard as she vanished inside the bag.  Without the nattering in the way, I was able to quickly put her legs and other hand into the bag. Her two torso bits proved to be a bit more problematic, but I resolved that by magically making the bag a bit bigger, then putting the bag over the relevant parts, then turning the bag upside down to let it slip in.

With Joy out of the way, I kicked the shelf prop backstage.  Then I turned to the audience and pointed at the bag. "I suppose you all want Joy back, right?"

There was a lot of demands for that from the audience.

"Alright then!" I said as I picked up the bag.  I turned it upside down to show off that there was nothing in it, then flipped it back over.  "Abera-cadabera!" The classics always got a laugh out of people, and this was no exception.  I dropped the bag, and got clear as it exploded into a blue cloud of magical smoke.

The smoke vanished, and Joy was returned to the land of the stage!  Except this time, she was dressed in a blue one-piece dress from just under her shoulders to half-way to her knees. It was form hugging, very much so.  "Hey everyone!"

There was more applause.

"So, for my next trick..!" I began to speak.

"Nuh-huh!" Joy got in the way. "It's my turn!"

I nodded. "Alright. Promise made, promise kept.  What do you want?"

"I'm going to pick someone from the audience" - a totally non-random selection, I predicted, "and can you grab this one for me?" She leaned over and whispered in my ear.  I nodded.

"Be right back people!" I announced, waving as I went back stage for the prop Joy requested.

You see, the deal was on the surface, what I said at the start. What I didn't say was that Joy was using this as an opportunity to get back at the leader of the clique who got her into this in the first place.

I picked up the prop, then returned to the stage in time to see Joy drag another woman back up.  Well, drag seemed to be too strong a word. Definitely led. Let's go with that.  Joy led her chosen assistant up onto the stage.  "Hello there," I greeted her as they both came up to the stage.

"Hey," she greeted me.

"This is Mary," Joy said. "She'll be helping!"

"Well then Mary," I smiled at her, giving no indication that she was anything other than a random woman.  She wore black pants, a purple shirt, and an open black jacket. Perfect for the performance.  I indicated the prop behind me. "Joy, would you like to do the honours?"

"Of course!"

Joy stepped up to the prop. It was a low table, large enough for someone to lay on.  Over top of it was a rectangular box that didn't cover the whole thing, but was shallow enough to not allow anyone who was under it to flex.

"This is what he likes to call the 'Bottoms up!' trick," Joy introduced it. "Though what it has to do with drinking, I don't know."

"How does it work," Mary asked as I started to fade into the background. This was Joy's show.

"That's easy for you!" Joy opened up the box. "Just climb up and lay down, and I'll do the rest!"

"Well, alright," Mary said as she kicked off her shoes then climbed onto the table. She laid down and Joy closed the box on top of her, letting her head and legs poke out, while her hands fit through holes at the top.  Joy produced some restraints from her side of the prop, and made sure that Mary was staying up.

"Now," Joy said as she turned the entire table around to show off that Mary was indeed fully encased with nowhere to go, "we need a bottom!"

With that, she pressed a hidden button that I knew she knew was there and from the bottom of the table fell a rack of spikes. They were normally pressed up against the bottom, magic preventing them from being seen, but now was not the time for them to be hidden.  "What was that?" Mary demanded.

"Just the bottom falling out," Joy replied.

Yeah, so I wrote some of her quips. Sue me!

"What does that mean?" Mary asked, slightly panicking.

"Well," Joy said as she reached down and touched the spikes, "I'll have to move them back up!"

With that, Joy stood up, and the spikes went with her.  Mary gasped as fifteen of the sharp metal points went through her.  "Oh my!" she finally said.

"Hrm, I think there's a problem."  Joy frowned.  She let go of the side of the box with her hands, and the spikes fell back down.

"Oh man," Mary complained.  "I was beginning to like that."

"Well," Joy kneeled down then picked something up off the spikes. "I don't think you'll want these then."  She showed to Mary what she had picked up - her shirt and jacket, now full of holes.  She tossed them away, where I discretely recovered them.  Yep, completely spiked.

"Let's try that again!" And this time Joy raised the spikes with a bit more force than previously.  Mary's body reacted, pushed up before falling back through the spikes.

"Wow!" Mary exclaimed.  She was really liking this if her blush and breathing were any indication.

"Well, that's good, because I think the spikes are stuck," Joy announced.  "But that's aright!  Guess what!"

"What?" Mary asked.

"The table turns!"  Joy said as she reached under the table, and lifted up the side with Mary's head.  The casters at the other end compacted (magic again), while the ones by her head raised up.  Then a certain critical point was met, and the table became an upright.

Mary pulled away from the now-backboard through her momentum. "oooh!"

Joy stepped around front and opened up the case.  Mary was revealed to be pinned in place, the spikes driven through her body now holding her up.  The top three went through her shoulders and her collar. The next three down pierced her breasts and the gap between them, the woman not bothering to wear a bra.  The middle set of three went through her stomach.  Next, her belly-button was casually penetrated as well as her hips.

Finally the tops of her pants were shot through, once in each leg, then another one right through her groin.

And she was probably not aware of this, but Mary was slowly moving her hips to let her rub herself.

"That's nice," Joy said as she closed the doors, hiding Mary from view. "But I did say this was the 'Bottoms Up' trick, right?  Well, bottoms is plural."  She winked, and tapped the side of the box.

From between Mary's legs, a long pole dropped down and hit the floor.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"What?" Mary asked, confused. "Did it not work?"

"No, it worked nicely," Joy said with a grin.  "In fact, let me show you."  She reached down and touched the pole. "And don't worry, the magic will make sure nothing gets in the way," she said as she raised the pole up.

For a moment, nothing, then Mary's eyes went wide. "Wai~it!" she choked in the middle of the word.

Joy lowered the pole. "Yes?"

"That's going..."

"Right up the middle," Joy confirmed.  And with that she raised the pole halfway through the box - and Mary.

Mary screamed, not in pain, but in an obvious orgasm that shook the whole prop.  Joy lowered the pole to allow Mary to recover her breath. Then without warning, she slammed it all the way home.

Mary's scream was choked out as her head was forced back, the tip of the long pole emerging from her windpipe.  All the way through.  I winced, knowing that the body was not really meant to be contorted like that.  But then again, Magic!

Joy was bowing, and the audience was clapping.  She stepped back and I stepped out. "When we're alone," she whispered to me, "I wanna ride that one."

"It can be arranged," I said through my smile.  Let's see. Get Roberta back to normal. Get Mary back. Maybe leave her for a bit actually...  Out loud I made an announcement. "It's time for a break!  We'll see you soon!"