The lights rose.  On the stage, the Magician Hypnotist stood.  Beside him where the four women who had been summoned at the start of the show.  The headless maid stood to his left with her smiling head on the plate she held in front of her in both hands.  To her left was the fairy, still pinned to the large wooden board, looking none the worse.  Beside her was the young witch, contently floating on her broom.  And lastly was the still-frozen prisoner in the form-hiding striped suit.

"Thank you all for returning." The hypnotist announced. "As a reminder, I have complete control over my lovely assistants, and you will respect that."  He waggled a finger at them.  "And thank you all for doing as you are told."

He turned to his left and held out an arm. "So, without further ado, I shall now escalate with my helpless, but willing helpers."  He snapped his fingers and the maid stepped forward.

"Hello again!" she said from her perch in front of her chest.

"Hello!" the performer replied.  "Have been enjoying yourself?"

"Of course!" She looked around as best she could with a smile.  "This is fun!"

"I should hope so," he rubbed his hands together, "because I'm about to do more!"  He held out his hands.  "And the first thing to do is for you to hand me that plate."

"Oh!  Alright!" The maid did so, and he took the platter/head combination and set it down on the stage floor where she had a view of the proceedings.  "Nice view!"

"And it's going to get better!" He returned to her headless body and stood behind her.  "Now, hold still," he said as he put his hands on her shoulders, then ran them down her chest, under her clothes.  He took a moment to squeeze, then pulled down the front of her dress to expose her breasts for the audience to see. "Rm," he said as he looked down over her neck, "those really need to be given a better look-see."

He pulled and twisted the two mounds on her chest, teasing them as he worked them over and under.  Then, after some time, he cupped them in his hands, and carefully began to lift, peeling them up away from her chest.  Before the silent audience, the two globes coming away from her chest, leaving flat skin behind as he remorselessly removed them.

Then they were in his hands, one tit in each, he had to hold his hands wide to contain their bulk. "Oh my," he said as he stepped back from the topless and breastless woman, "These are quite heavy!  I don't think I can carry them all around."  He looked around, then got a nice smile on his face.  "I know!  There's this nice plate right here," he announced as he walked over to the maid's head and gently set her tits down beside her, one on each side.  "Do you like that?" he asked.

"I do!" she replied. "Though I can't really do much about it."

"Well, if it's hands you want, it's hands you get!" the Hypnotist Magician raised the stakes as he hopped back over to the maid's body and lifted her arms to be straight and even in front of her.  Then, with two deft twists, he detached her hands!

"Let's give her a hand!" he said as he held them up for all to see. "Or two as the case may be."

The audience responded with applause.

As they did that, the performer placed the two hands beside the breasts on the platter.  "Hrm, something's missing," he said as he looked back at the maid. "But you know, I think if I go to far, she might not be able to do the next thing properly."  He bent down and picked up the platter, then carefully balanced it on the Maid's outstretched arms.

"Now," he commanded her. "Walk through the audience, offering them full service.  They can touch and do what they want," he swept his arms out over them, "And it doesn't have to be with things on the platter."  With that, he slapped her ass, sending her into motion, where she walked off the stage, and into the waiting audience.

"Moving on!" the performer called out after a few moments. "Our lovely fairy has been pinned to this board for some time now," he patted her stomach as the light shone down on her.  "But you see, I had to make a certain little modification to this while no one was looking."  He rolled his neck. "You see, many of you thought that I was still tricking things out here, with this lovely lady pinned here, so I altered the board."

With that, he slapped the board between her right arm and leg, and the whole thing fell down, revealing a large gap between the arm and leg.  Then he did the same thing to her left, then between her legs and above her head.

This left the woman with the thin wings now atop a large 'X', except there was still enough behind her to support her head, as well as rods on wheels holding the whole thing off the floor.  And from behind the intact uprights, the man produced another basket, this time with many pins in it. It was hard to tell how many from the audience.

"Now, to help assure you doubters out there," he spun the abridged contraption around in a circle again, showing off the back of the four pins already in the fairy, "I will assure you that this lovely lady in in fact right here, and not some fancy doll."

He spun her around to face the audience again, and with no further warning, reached up and ripped open her leotard.  From the neck down, the thin fabric tore, exposing her breasts all the way down to her crotch.  She didn't react at all as her body was now exposed to the public.

The man drew one of the pins, holding it up to the light.  "Hey there," he finally addressed his second pseudo-volunteer, "Have any requests?"

She thought about it.  "Not really," she replied casually, as though this was normal for her.

"Ok then," he shrugged.  He lined the long pin against her stomach, and pushed it in, piercing her belly.  But before it went through, he turned the whole display board on an angle to allow people to see the front and the back, then finished the push.

The pin emerged from the back, having gone through the woman.  "How does that feel?" he asked.

"Cold!"

"Well then, the only way to warm them up is through body heat!" The man picked up two more pins and with a dramatic wind up, pushed them through her thighs.  Then two more, this time he stepped right up to her and put them through her arms, below the shoulder.  Or above as the case may be.  He took his time stepping back.

"One more," he said as he drew out one more pin, the basket still full. "I should make this special."

"How about my heart?" the pinned woman suggest. "I mean, you've barely touched my body."

"That's a possibility," he agreed. "But I think I need something to stop you from distracting the audience any further."  With that, he reached up, and put the pin into her mouth.

Her eyes went wide as he slid it it slowly in, pushing past her tongue and into the back of her throat.  She tried to lean her head back to better swallow it, but he refused to let that happen, instead going through the back of her head.

"Hrmph!" she tried to speak through the metal in her mouth, but she could not move her jaw enough.

He spun her around again to show where the pin came out the back of the small head backboard.  "There!" he announced as he kept spinning her around.  "Now, you may be wondering why I haven't done the obvious," he pointed at her body, her breasts, and crotch. "Well, I am a man who doesn't like to be greedy, so," he picked up the basket of pins and hung them from the pin in her left shin. "So, I will now send out this lovely fairy into the wild," he swept out across the audience, "where anyone can put in a pin, or take one that's already in, out, and put it back in her somewhere else."

The performer then pushed her out into the darkness beyond the stage, where unseen hands took her, and her fate into their own grasp.

"I'm telling you all," he projected his voice, "that she will enjoy everything you do to her!  Which she?  BOTH!"

He turned back to his next assistant.  The witchy woman still floated on her broom, hovering so he had to look up at her slightly.  She smiled down at him, as though the fates of the previous two hadn't bothered her at all.

"Have you been enjoying flying around?" he asked.

"Immensely!" she leaned over and looked down at him.  "I gave my boyfriend a nice view," she admitted as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, demonstrating just what she meant. "So, what am I going to do for you?"

"Hop on down," he said, and she did so, plucking the floating broom out from air behind her.  "Can you tell me what else Witches do, aside from flying around on brooms?"

"Didn't you already ask me this question?" she asked right back.

"I did! I was hoping you had something else thought of."

She shook her head. "Nothing new," was the admission.  "I was too busy flying."

"Alright, I can forgive you for that."  The Magician nodded in understanding.  "But what I was thinking, was, well, witches tend to get burned alive at the stake."

"What?" she objected. "No!  That's a bunch of mistaken history!  Witches got stoned, or drowned."

"Hey!" he shot back. "Who is the one on charge here.  I am, so I'm telling you that they get burned at the stake!"

"Alright, I was wrong." The Witch bowed her head in apology.  "I am ready to be burned now."

"Well, that takes all the fun out of it!" the performer threw up his hands in annoyance. "At first, I was just going to burn off your costume, and leave you naked as the flames left you with nothing but bones, but now I will have to do something more interesting."

"But if you were going to burn off my clothes," she thought aloud, "how was I going to wear them after?"

"You weren't," he informed her. "You would be totally naked going back to your room, and only my hypnosis would have made you believe otherwise."  He sighed.  "But thankfully, I can do something different."

"Oh?"

"Broom."  He held out his hand, and she passed it over.  "Now, I'm not supposed to damage ship supplies - it gets taken out of my pay at the end of the trip, so what I'm going to do is with every tap of this broom on the floor, you are going to react like I am impaling you up through your cunt, through your body and out your mouth," he waggled the broom at her.  "As I do so, it will raise you up, so even if you slid all the way down to the bottom of the broom, you still wouldn't touch the floor."

He didn't give her a chance to respond as he slapped the floor with the broom handle.

The witch jumped, her eyes wide in shock.  Her hands went between her legs, but found nothing.

He hit the floor gain, and she jumped, a shocked "eeep!" escaping as she looked down, seeing a broom that only existed in her mind.

"With this," he informed her, "the broom will be up into your guts, and every hit after will raise it another foot through you."

He slapped the broom again, and the Witch cried out as she went up again - but this time, she did not fall back to the ground.  "Oh god!" she yelled. "That hurts so good!"

"I'm glad you like it.  And you will love it more," he said as he hit the ground again.

"It's in my chest," she said as she heaved her bosom, trying to breathe.

"Then this one will poke out your throat," he tapped the broom, and the floating witch rolled her head back, mouth wide open as she imagined the head of the broom emerging from between her lips.  "And one more for good measure.  Do relax."

He tapped the broom on the floor, and the witch dropped her arms and her legs down, unable or unwilling to move as she hung in the air, suspended only by her imagination.  "Excellent!" the man said as he walked around her, broom in hand.  "And now for your end."

Standing with his back to the audience, he spoke loudly and clearly.  "When I next tap the broom in my hand, the broom inside you will begin to heat up. It won't burn yet.  Then, the second time, it will catch fire.  But you won't feel any pain.  Instead, you will feel nothing uncomfortable at all, even as the flames emerge from your two lips.  Then, with the third tap, your body will combust, leaving nought but bones."

He tapped the broom against the floor, and she sighed as she began to feel warm.  After a moment, he tapped again, and from her mouth, flames began to emerge, flickering lights inside her as her core burned.  The performer flicked up her skirt to show off to the audience that there was another gout of flame coming from between her legs.

Leaving her on display like that for a few moments, he raised the broom one last time, building anticipation before he slammed it down like a wizard's staff.

She erupted into flames, every visible part of her consumed in fire as she hung in the air.  Then, just as quickly, it was all over.

A skeleton fell down, clattering to the ground.  Around it, her intact clothes fluttered about before coming to a rest.  The performer leaned down and with the broom handle, speared the hip bone through one of the gaps in it.  He then repeated this with her ribs, then with the skull.  He then held them up as a trophy above his head.  "And here is our witch!" he proclaimed.  "Would her boyfriend come see me after the show?  I'll have something for him then.  And don't try to lie about it, I will know."

He tossed the broom with the bones away, and stepped away from the remaining pile, ignoring it as he went for his last performance.

The prisoner was still there just as frozen as before, despite the heat of the lights that shone down on her.

"I think," he said as he ran fingers along her cheek, "that you've been a really bad girl, hiding your body like that."  He tsked and shook his head.  "And I think this calls for an escalation in your punishment."

From back stage, something was tossed to him, and the performer caught it deftly.  It was a small chainsaw, the kind used on brushes and other sundry gardening tasks.  He turned it on, and it became apparent that it was an electric saw.  "You," he said over the quiet whine of the blade, "are going to go into solitary confinement."

With that, he angled the saw just right, and applied it to his prisoner's solid neck.  The saw bit deeply, spraying white frost as he worked his way through - until it was done, and her head fell down, hitting the floor with a thump.

He turned his attention to her arms in front of her, and swung the saw down on them, allowing the metal teeth to carve through frozen woman until they too fell down.

"And isolation means more than just keeping you apart from everyone else," he said as he lined up the saw under her chest and began to cut her torso apart, "it also means keeping you isolated from yourself."

He cut her chest away, then at her hips.  Then he carefully cut her legs away, leaving her in eight pieces.  From behind, cages on wheels rolled out, one for each piece.  He picked up one leg, and set it into a cage, closing it up.  Then an arm, then her stomach, head, other arm, hips, chest and last leg.  He spread them all around the stage, then turned to face the audience.  "Everyone look at me," he said, and they did.

"Thank you, as now that you haven't watched, the dear prisoner has melted."

"WHAT HAPPENED?" the woman yelled out loud, everyone now realizing that she had, indeed, stopped being frozen.

"You are now in solitary," the performer said. "You will see no one, and hear no one, and you know that no one will hear you either."

"Can anyone hear me?" she cried out.  "Please?"

"I guess not," he said as he turned his attention away from her. "Poor woman, trapped all alone like that.  It would be a shame if something were to happen to her..."

He paused, and looked at the scattered woman's parts, her clothes ill-fitting now that they were cut up.  "In fact, I think something will happen to her.  After the show."  He turned back to the audience.  "Thank you all for coming!  I hope you enjoyed my little presentation. In fact, you all did, and you will all have good things to say about me and my show." He bowed.  "I will now command that in an hour, my two assistants out on the floor will return to the stage so I can restore them, the witch's boyfriend will come to me for his part, and that will be all. Everything else is for me to take care of."

"What are you going to do with the prisoner?" the voice of the maid came out from the audience.

"Oh, didn't you hear?  She volunteered to be my personal plaything for a while," he assured her.  "Isn't that right?"