"Ah, yes, you must be Quinn."

Closing the door behind her, Quinn stood, waiting as the Magician spun around in his chair, the modern black recliner allowing him to move from viewing out the window across from Quinn and back again with a single motion.  She knew who he was. He knew who she was.

"It's an interesting offer you make," he said as he spun away from her, looking out at the evening sky. "Though it does have the ring of desperation to it."

"Not that," she defended her position. "But I want to know if that was just a one-time thing, of if this is the new normal for me."

"Quite." He didn't seem to be agreeing or disagreeing with her.  "You desire that I cut you in half," he ticked off one finger, "and in return, you will allow me to perform twice on you."

"That's the deal."

"You are aware of just how vague that sounds, correct?" He returned to looking at her, then swing away again. "As stated, you are leaving the disposition of how you are to be divided in twain up to me, as well as all other conditions."

Quinn gulped quietly, then nodded.  It was the only was she figured she could do this without being a coward on the details.  But then again, this was ... necessary.  She wanted this. "But only for tonight," she added.

"I choose the order," he said.

"Agreed," she finalized after some thought.  "Where do we begin?"

"Well," the Magician said as he stood up, leaving his chair spinning behind, "You're not dressed for this.  The first of the three will be me putting you into a box, from which you will emerge with something more appropriate to the task at hand."

A quick-change box?  That wasn't so bad.  "I can do that," she agreed.

"Excellent! If you'll follow me?" He gestured, and Quinn did so.  He stepped into the private performance and practice area where he had his many wondrous contraptions, quite a few of which Quinn didn't recognize fully.

"Here," he said as he gestured at a full-height matte black box. There was only one door in it, and Quinn looked inside, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.  "Step in," he told her, "and I shall change you into something more appropriate."

Disregarding caution, Quinn hopped in, letting the magician close the door behind her.  It was dark, and for a moment, she almost felt dizzy.  Then the door opened again behind her.  "Step out," she heard the Magician say.

So she did, and then took a moment to adjust her eyes to the suddenly-bright stage lights. She looked down, and took in what she was wearing, the Magician's choice.

A thin flame-red strap wrapped around her chest, just wide enough to cover her nipples. Tight enough to not fall down while loose enough to allow her to bounce.  Around her hips was a small black string that held onto a red square of cloth between her legs.

"Oh my," Quinn said in mock shock, "I'm wearing [i]so much[/i]!"

The Magician raised one eyebrow. "If you wear much less, you wouldn't be wearing anything at all."

Quinn smiled at that, the suggestion that she wouldn't mind.  Too much.  "Perhaps," she said. "But this is what I have now."

"Very well," the Magician said. "Now, if you'll follow me, I shall entertain your request.  Your division in two awaits."

Obliging, Quinn followed him behind the quick-change prop.  He had somehow, in the time it took for her to lose her clothes and have them replaced, assembled something she didn't recognize in the open space.  Two manacles hung from a tall frame, Quinn knowing full well she would be strapped into them by the time this was all over.

"How does this work?" she asked.

"Quite simple, actually." The Magician stepped back. "First, I hook you in."

Quinn stepped up and reached up, allowing him to lock her wrists into place against the chains above. They weren't tight, she found, she still had plenty of room to move her arms around, though she could not lower them far.  If she lifted up her legs. she could be hanging from her arms, but that seemed very uncomfortable.  

The Magician circled around Quinn, taking in the sight of the thinly dressed woman standing with her arms above her head.  He seemed to approve, though if it was of her, or the situation she was in, Quinn couldn't tell.  "Yes, yes, that will do nicely," he said as he finished behind her.

"I'm glad you like this," Quinn said with a slight wiggle. "But are you going to do anything other than watch?"

"Eager, aren't you?" the Magician replied with a smile in his voice.  "But yes, I shall.  In fact, this is for the benefit of the audience more than the assistant though.  Which is why you are as you are."

"No mirrors?"

"No need," he said.  "You'll get to see things well enough, soon enough."  With that, Quinn was left hanging as the Magician ... did something behind her.  She could hear him move, but that was it.

"How soon?" she asked.

Her answer came with a sharp jolt into her back.  She drew breath at the cold contact, the weird feeling of something sliding through her and out her stomach.  She looked down and saw that she had been run through by a metal blade, one that didn't gleam in the light as she expected, but appeared dull. It went through her middle, sticking out above her bellybutton.

It was an interesting sensation, but she knew there was more.  There had to be more.  The imminent unknown teased at her in a way she couldn't describe.

Without saying anything, the magician took a hold of the blade, and slowly slid it to the right.  Quinn shuddered for a moment, biting her lip as the metal cut through her, leaving nothing behind to indicate its passage.  "As you can see," the Magician said to his non-existent audience, the sword leaving Quinn's side, "my lovely assistant is unharmed."

He held up the sword, reaching around Quinn to let her see it.  There was nothing unusual about it, save that it had just been inside her.

"Although I should prove it again, for the doubters."  He set the blade against her bare side again, and this time pulled it through her from the right to the left, slowly but surely.

Quinn gasped as it passed through her, leaving her untouched.  He was teasing her!  Every time, a fake-out to keep her in anticipation!

Well, she mused as she was glad he was behind her and thus couldn't see her face, it was working.  She licked her lips as he displayed the blade again, showing that it, and she, were still whole.  However, her self-inspection was enough for her to miss what he said next, but not his actions.

The sword rested against her left side, the edge against her skin.  A second sword on her right.  She had no idea where it came from, but that was not the point as the angles of them indicated they were crossed behind her.  Then they were pulled across her, the two blades cleanly passing each other - or did they go through each other? It was hard to tell from her perspective - and through her.

She hissed as the two blades went through her middle, then relaxed as they left.  "Do you play like this all the time?"

"Only when I want," he replied.  "And sometimes when someone else wants."

"Well," Quinn said turning her head to try and look behind her, but the Magician stayed out of sight, toying with her even then. "Get on with it, please?"

"Only because the lady asked so nicely," he said, and this time, the cut was different.  Before, it was a smooth pass, a gentle sensation as body parted then rejoined.  This time, it felt like she was being torn. The blade sheared through her, and a yell escaped her as Quinn's body was unrestored by the passing.

The blade passed out from her, and her legs buckled from the sensations involved.  Her knees hit the floor, then she felt her ass fall backward to land as well.

Except she was still upright, swinging from her arms above her.  "Oh my god!" she called out as she realized that she couldn't be laying backwards, and hanging up at the same time.  "Oh my god!" she repeated as the grinning magician strolled around her and leaned down.

Shocked, Quinn watched as he gently took her by the ankles, and pulled, dragging her lower body away.  Once there was enough separation, he grabbed her by the hips, and stood her legs upright.  They stayed up.

"There," he announced as he looked down at her hips. There was simple skin covering the top of her lower body, Quinn observed with some rational part of her mind.  "How do you like that?"

"I... amazing!" she said as she swung gently.  "That was far simpler than I expected."

"Well, if that's the way you want it," The Magician said as he walked back over to Quinn, "why don't you walk around for a moment?"

"I can?"  Quinn hesitantly.  She mentally commanded herself to take a step, and to her amazement, her lower body responded!  It took a single step forward, then another as Quinn realized she still had full control over it, and walked it back to herself.  She misjudged the last step though, and bumped into herself, the twin sensations from her top and bottom confusing her for a moment.

She stepped back, and looked at herself from another angle.  She had a cute butt, this was now completely proven.

"So," she looked up at the magician, "You still have a third trick to perform on me.  Are you going to restore me to whole first, or will you take advantage of my ... state?"

The Magician stood behind her legs, facing Quinn head on. He carefully took the side strings to her bikini bottom in hand, and pulled them away from her skin, causing the small slip of fabric to become tighter between her legs. "I was thinking of a vanishing," he said.

Quinn liked the implication.  Her first time would be a good sign of things to come.

*  *  *

At the Magician's command, Quinn stepped back out of the changing box, her sense of deja vu crushed under her realization about what she had agreed to be dressed in.  She felt the gag stuffed in her mouth, preventing her from complaining - or objecting.  Her hands were tied behind her sharply, forcing her shoulders back and her chest outward.

He had somehow, in the time it took for her to lose her clothes and have them replaced, assembled something she recognized in the open space in front of her.  Somehow, he had lowered a giant rotating buzz saw from the ceiling, and it stood there, silent, waiting.

"Well," the Magician said as he took in her nude form with a smile, "you seem like the kind of woman who enjoys a good bit of self-control."  He held up a small remote connected to a wire that reached up to the ceiling.  He set it down on the floor.  "Step on this," he said, "and the saw will begin to spin," he indicated the massive metal circle.  "Then all you have to do is step into the blade, and it will ruthlessly and irrevocably cut your lithe body in two."

Quinn stepped on the button, and the saw hummed to life, becoming a blur before her eyes.  Without fear or hesitation, she stepped up to it, aligning the minuscule edge between her eyes, between her breasts and then between her legs.

She would only have to take a step, and her first time would be amazing.

*  *  *

At the Magician's command, Quinn stepped out of the changing box ignoring the deja vu.  Whatever she was expecting, a tight leotard was not in the works.  The built-in cups helped support her, and her limbs were free to move.  He had somehow, in the time it took for her to lose her clothes and have them replaced, assembled something she recognized in the open space to her right.

A table with several straps awaited her, and a long saw laid ready against it, whispering for her body.

Oh yes, she thought to herself as she was led to the open air device, she was going to like her first time.

*  *  *

Having displeased her 'master', Quinn held still as he punished her, commanding her body to 'serve' their guests.  Sitting in the large plate that kept her from her lower body, she offered him anything he wanted.

For a first time, the role play was actually fun.

*  *  *

Ah, a classing sawing in half with a thin box. A tame first time, but she knew he still had one more performance available to him.

*  *  *

She had no chance to react when she stepped out of the changing box. The chainsaw roared to life and slammed down onto her crown. Stunned, she stood still as the horrible thing ripped through her.  She tried to scream as her head was cut apart, followed by her neck, her torso and lower until the thing passed out through her groin.

Quinn fell to each side, her scream of pain replaced by one of joy, her body shaking as her first time was sudden, brutal and raw.

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