"Good evening!" I greeted my audience with my usual flair, drawing their attention to myself and the stage on which I performed. This had the added benefit of making sure they were all distracted from my first little performance of the night. "Now, as some of you may already be aware, I have a special assistant tonight, a woman with a flair for the esoteric and a certain lack in self-preservation that comes with being up on the stage." I gave a wicked grin at that and the audience knew they were in for some fun.

"As such, she graciously allowed herself to partake in suggestions from the audience recently, and has chosen a few to demonstrate for you all." I bowed and held out my left arm to gesture offstage. "So may I present this lovely woman!"

My red-haired assistant for the day walked onto the stage, smiling and waving in happiness. She wore a one-piece swimsuit, one that covered her upper legs and arms and was emblazoned with the logo of the island resort. It also hid nothing of the shape of her body, ensuring that people knew that she wasn't hiding anything in the folds of a fancy dress, or would be too distracting with her natural beauty.

"Now, as I have several suggestions for this woman that she found palatable," I informed the audience, "but naturally, I am going to put my own spin on things. You see, one of the more oft-requested things that I do to this sexy lady here was to impale her." I drew a line with my finger up from her loins and between her breasts, which not only made the obvious more-so, but it also allowed the sound of my fingernails running up the sheer fabric of her suit to be picked up by the microphone I wore.

"So we shall do that first, then move on to other things!" I announced, even as I knew how to do it differently. I snapped my fingers and from the stage above, a fishing line dropped, complete with a plum-bob to keep it steady and straight. The crimson-haired volunteer fished the bob out of the air and gave it a nice kiss. She then swallowed it, standing under the fishing line as it kept rolling down. I waited for my signal, and when I saw it...

I ducked down and with a quick twist, made sure that the small slit at the bottom of the swimsuit was opened, pulling the bob out and letting the string pass through his willing helper. "Of course," I added as I knelt down and flipped open the small hatch between her legs. I pulled out a small chain and with deft hands, removed the bob and attached the chain in its place. "This is the fun part," I steppe back and snapped my fingers, the audience wondering for only a moment what I was planning.

The string started to retract, an with it, the chain. My helper may not have known how I was going to spice up the request, but she could definitely feel the cold metal of the chain's rings as they were pulled up inside her. She gasped, her hands reaching between her legs as link after link, metal loop after metal loop were pulled up into her. "Ehh!" she tried to object, but her throat was full even as she felt every last bump rise up into her.

In awe, the audience watched as the chain rose and rose, until at last, the obvious happened.

The string ended and the chain was pulled free of her mouth. I waited as the right length of chain came free, then I stopped it from moving.

She sighed in relief, even as we both knew that it was going to be short lived. I lowered the string, allowing the chain to come down into my waiting hand. I took it and reached down to unhook the chain below her. Then, with the two ends in hand, I performed a typical measure of slight of hand, and joined the two ends together. I gave the chain a tug, and she was pulled forward by it, showing that it was properly coming out her top and bottom.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I announced as I let go of the chain, my helper picking up the slack, "I will need a few moments to prepare the next piece. Until then, she will be out and about," I slapped her on the ass to get her to move, "and feel free to pull on the chain to test it out for yourselves. Once I'm ready, I will call her back up, as well as a couple of not-so-volunteering volunteers from among you." I waited for her to reach the first member of the audience, who pulled the chain such that it went up inside of her before coming out, then reverse it to do down then out.

Her face was certainly flush, an while she couldn't move her throat, tongue and mouth to form words, some things didn't need to be said, and "MORE!" was certainly one of them.

I then went to prepare the next bit.

After all, the plan was whomever had their hands on the chain when I came back would be the volunteers.